𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 sasha becomes jeans wingwoman to help him get with mikasa ackerman, but slowly begins to fall for the raven-haired girl herself.
pothead!sasha x gothkasa (MODERN AU)
lowercase intended
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"you're telling me you talked to THE mikasa ackerman?"
sasha rolled her eyes as she removed the pen from her lips.
"jean, calm down. it's not like she's a celebrity or anything..."
"oh, shut up! what does she smell like?"
"you're just being creepy now."
the two sat together on the curb in front of a gas station. it was around 1 am, and the streets were fairly empty. the road was quiet, except for the twos laughter.
sasha had a bag of takis next to her, and jean was eating a hot dog that had probably every condiment you could get on it. all together.
"okay, listen.."
sasha cocked her head towards the boy as he finished up his hot dog, wiping the corners of his mouth.
"i've asked connie about this before, but i don't really think he's thag reliable with..girls and all..so.."
"i'm not going to have a threesome with you."
"what!? no! that's not what i was...how did you even.."
jean looked at sashas apathetic expression before shaking his head and turning away.
"anyways, what would you think about being like...my wingwoman or something?" he winced, his face cringing as he prepared for sashas response.
"i mean, i guess."
jean's mouth dropped in awe. the lack of a snarky comment from the brunette left him a bit shocked.
sasha bit a taki in half. "however, i expect good payment. being a wingwoman is a very difficult job, you know! especially for one trying to score a guy like you," she looked him up and down, "with a girl like mikasa ackerman."
"okay, first of all ouch," jean said as his left hand clutched his chest, the other in a sassy limp, blocking sashas face. "second of all, i'll pay for like..your weed stock for a month."
"wow, aren't you just the greatest influence! really trying to get me out of my bad habits, yeah?" she teased, her lower lip falling into a pour.
"whatever," jean said as he stood up, dusting off his jeans (LOL)
sasha stood up with him, stuffing the half-empty bag of chips into her hoodie pocket as she opened the passenger side door to jeans old, hand me down subaru outback.
"how exactly do you expect me to be your wingwoman when i've only spoken to this girl, what, twice?"
