Cross-dressing [2/?]
anonymous
March 23 2010, 01:07:23 UTC
She held her head in her arms for a moment, while Mikado’s hands flitted around her shoulders as if they were anxious birds, too nervous to land. After a few moments, her head snapped back up and hit Mikado in the nose, to which she quietly apologized. Erika had no time to get Mikado an incredibly sexy and manly outfit, pack up her girly frill and lace, and get the fuck over to Kida’s apartment anyhow. “You look great, I just- sorry.” she flashed a thumbs-up, and got a few moments to glance at her imaginary wristwatch.
“Aw, shit,” she mumbled to herself. Erika could tell with her incredible time-telling skills that they were already way past fashionably late to the Halloween party. “… come on, Mikado! Let’s go!”
Erika dragged Mikado out of his apartment before he could complain about locking up, hurriedly tugging him down the staircase while she wondered if she should’ve worn something with sequin pandas. Erika sighed.
-
Upon arriving to the Halloween party, Mikado stared in shock at all of the teens drinking and smoking and grinding and touching inappropriate places and- “Erika,” he choked, “what are-”
“No one will try to molest you, dear Mikado!” Erika promised, “Cross my heart, hope to die!”
Mikado felt even more uneasy, rather than comforted. Instead of saying so, he only mumbled a nervous ‘thanks’ and began to shove through the crowd. It was only an hour and a half into the party and the majority of the people there had already been sweaty and desperate, except for a secluded corner full of disappointed boys without dates or girls waiting for their boyfriends.
He wasn’t expecting the party to be like this. He expected chaperons, lots of them, and-
“Hey, Mikad-” Kida began to say, before his eyes wandered from his dearest friend’s face to the short, tight miniskirt. With sequin pandas, which- most unfortunately- Kida did not love. They were okay, however. “-oh.” if it weren’t for the constantly flashing lights- blue, green, yellow, pink, all sorts of colors- it would’ve been painfully obvious that Kida was as red as a tomato.
“What? Is something wrong… or? Did someone-” Mikado rattled off, before Kida interrupted,
“N-no, everything’s fine! Do you want to get something to drink-”
“Really, are you okay? If not, we could just-”
“-I heard that the punch is really good… maybe they spiked it, never mind-”
“-hang out at my apartment, Kida!”
Erika’s inner fangirl squealed. Kida/Mikado was such a cute couple. Which is why it was her otaku duty to get them to fu- together. To get them together.
Cross-dressing [3/?]
anonymous
March 23 2010, 01:49:22 UTC
“You two have fun,” Erika nodded at Kida and Mikado, “I’m going to go find Walker!” she pattered off into the crowd of people before either boy could object. So instead of having an awkward conversation, they only looked each other over casually, coughing into their fists and occasionally mumbling something about the weather being nice.
Erika watched from a spot amidst the dancing teens where she could clearly see Kida and Mikado mumbling in the corner, and cussed under her breath. “Walker, they’re just talking. They’re supposed to be dancing and grinding and making out like everyone else!” she almost broke down sobbing.
Sirens repeatedly went off in her head when Walker tapped his chin thoughtfully, pretending to be trying to think of what Erika could do to improve her failing plan. This can’t fail this can’t fail this can’t fail this can’t fail-
She paused when Mikado looked like he was about to speak, and stamped her foot when he closed his mouth and blushed. It distracted her for a few moments- he must be the uke- before she began looking distraught again. “I’ll go over and get them to dance, I’ll be right back.” she began to shove through the crowd again, before she choked, paralyzed with fear.
What if he was a trickster uke? What if he was really a fucking seme?
-
“So,” Kida finally broke the silence, his fingers twitching, “d’you want to dance, Mikado?”
Mikado tipped his head slightly, before he murmured, “um, sure, Kida!” Mikado grabbed Kida’s arm with both hands, their faces dangerously close together. Erika looked up from where she stood paralyzed in fear, and cursed at them in her mind to start making out and groping already.
But instead, they pulled away, arms and hands already sweaty before they even stepped into the slew of teens on the dance floor. Erika blinked, and then pumped a fist into the air triumphantly. They’d have awkward virgin sex later, she realized, and that was fucking sweet. She’d have to watch that from her secret corner later.
They were closer again, bodies so fucking close to touching, when Kida finally grabbed Mikado’s hands and dove in for a kiss and-
-Mikado totally dodged it.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why the fuck- why would he dodge it.
Cross-dressing [4/?]
anonymous
March 23 2010, 23:03:23 UTC
The sirens began again. Erika collapsed dramatically onto her knees, and sent a girl tripping and face-planting into her partner’s chest. “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” she whispered, biting her knuckle in concern, “this wasn’t supposed to happen. Oh, damn.” Erika stood upright, digging her heel into the poor fallen girl’s back before she continued on, shoving people aside so she could check up on Mikado. Who was supposed to be accepting his fate as a uke and who was supposed to be kissing Kida passionately and whimpering and moaning and-
“Erika…?” Mikado frowned, and Kida was glad Erika had appeared before he had to face rejection. He was already beet red again- it was fucking embarrassing when people dodged your kisses. Even though he had suffered rejection and embarrassment millions of times before.
“Hey, Mika-” Erika pretended to trip, and fell forward on Mikado, but her master plan only caused the two to bump noses. That didn’t work. “-do! Oops.”
Instead of tripping and falling again, Erika was desperate. She simply placed a hand on either one of their heads and forced their lips together, beaming triumphantly. Most of the couples in the manga needed a push, right? She just pushed them, right? That was their push, they were going to start fucking, right?
Mikado looked stunned. Mikado looked as if someone had just forced him to make out with a fucking dog, a fucking bat, something that was hideous and disgusting. Maybe a dog-bat hybrid. “Ki…” he gasped, “Kida-kun!” Mikado pressed his hands firmly against Kida’s chest, pulling away. “We can’t-! I thought- we’re-”
Kida tutted. “What is it, Mikado?”
“Admit that you love him, Mikado!” Erika urged, no longer concerned about being secretive, “Admit it and fu-” she bit her tongue, “-uughhhgshhhuuhhh. I think Walker wants to talk to me!”
“Aw, shit,” she mumbled to herself. Erika could tell with her incredible time-telling skills that they were already way past fashionably late to the Halloween party. “… come on, Mikado! Let’s go!”
Erika dragged Mikado out of his apartment before he could complain about locking up, hurriedly tugging him down the staircase while she wondered if she should’ve worn something with sequin pandas. Erika sighed.
-
Upon arriving to the Halloween party, Mikado stared in shock at all of the teens drinking and smoking and grinding and touching inappropriate places and- “Erika,” he choked, “what are-”
“No one will try to molest you, dear Mikado!” Erika promised, “Cross my heart, hope to die!”
Mikado felt even more uneasy, rather than comforted. Instead of saying so, he only mumbled a nervous ‘thanks’ and began to shove through the crowd. It was only an hour and a half into the party and the majority of the people there had already been sweaty and desperate, except for a secluded corner full of disappointed boys without dates or girls waiting for their boyfriends.
He wasn’t expecting the party to be like this. He expected chaperons, lots of them, and-
“Hey, Mikad-” Kida began to say, before his eyes wandered from his dearest friend’s face to the short, tight miniskirt. With sequin pandas, which- most unfortunately- Kida did not love. They were okay, however. “-oh.” if it weren’t for the constantly flashing lights- blue, green, yellow, pink, all sorts of colors- it would’ve been painfully obvious that Kida was as red as a tomato.
“What? Is something wrong… or? Did someone-” Mikado rattled off, before Kida interrupted,
“N-no, everything’s fine! Do you want to get something to drink-”
“Really, are you okay? If not, we could just-”
“-I heard that the punch is really good… maybe they spiked it, never mind-”
“-hang out at my apartment, Kida!”
Erika’s inner fangirl squealed. Kida/Mikado was such a cute couple. Which is why it was her otaku duty to get them to fu- together. To get them together.
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I lovelovelove Erika.
What if Mikado wasn’t the uke?
OH GOD.
I LOVE THIS TOO MUCH A LIL TOO MUCH /almost forgets to anon self
F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5
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Erika watched from a spot amidst the dancing teens where she could clearly see Kida and Mikado mumbling in the corner, and cussed under her breath. “Walker, they’re just talking. They’re supposed to be dancing and grinding and making out like everyone else!” she almost broke down sobbing.
Sirens repeatedly went off in her head when Walker tapped his chin thoughtfully, pretending to be trying to think of what Erika could do to improve her failing plan. This can’t fail this can’t fail this can’t fail this can’t fail-
She paused when Mikado looked like he was about to speak, and stamped her foot when he closed his mouth and blushed. It distracted her for a few moments- he must be the uke- before she began looking distraught again. “I’ll go over and get them to dance, I’ll be right back.” she began to shove through the crowd again, before she choked, paralyzed with fear.
What if he was a trickster uke? What if he was really a fucking seme?
-
“So,” Kida finally broke the silence, his fingers twitching, “d’you want to dance, Mikado?”
Mikado tipped his head slightly, before he murmured, “um, sure, Kida!” Mikado grabbed Kida’s arm with both hands, their faces dangerously close together. Erika looked up from where she stood paralyzed in fear, and cursed at them in her mind to start making out and groping already.
But instead, they pulled away, arms and hands already sweaty before they even stepped into the slew of teens on the dance floor. Erika blinked, and then pumped a fist into the air triumphantly. They’d have awkward virgin sex later, she realized, and that was fucking sweet. She’d have to watch that from her secret corner later.
They were closer again, bodies so fucking close to touching, when Kida finally grabbed Mikado’s hands and dove in for a kiss and-
-Mikado totally dodged it.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why the fuck- why would he dodge it.
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Loving the story so far. Erika's point of view is amazing.
I can't wait to see how this goes.
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why'd you end there *sobsobsob*
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“Erika…?” Mikado frowned, and Kida was glad Erika had appeared before he had to face rejection. He was already beet red again- it was fucking embarrassing when people dodged your kisses. Even though he had suffered rejection and embarrassment millions of times before.
“Hey, Mika-” Erika pretended to trip, and fell forward on Mikado, but her master plan only caused the two to bump noses. That didn’t work. “-do! Oops.”
Instead of tripping and falling again, Erika was desperate. She simply placed a hand on either one of their heads and forced their lips together, beaming triumphantly. Most of the couples in the manga needed a push, right? She just pushed them, right? That was their push, they were going to start fucking, right?
Mikado looked stunned. Mikado looked as if someone had just forced him to make out with a fucking dog, a fucking bat, something that was hideous and disgusting. Maybe a dog-bat hybrid. “Ki…” he gasped, “Kida-kun!” Mikado pressed his hands firmly against Kida’s chest, pulling away. “We can’t-! I thought- we’re-”
Kida tutted. “What is it, Mikado?”
“Admit that you love him, Mikado!” Erika urged, no longer concerned about being secretive, “Admit it and fu-” she bit her tongue, “-uughhhgshhhuuhhh. I think Walker wants to talk to me!”
Erika fled.
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Awesome~~~
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