x reader stories lol

Pen x Reader 🥱 [H] 1/2

Y/N is a cocktail lmao
they/them, softer color pallet
(looks ugly cause im lazy LOL)
Edit: THEY DON'T HAVE TO BE ONE.. I WAS ON SOME SHIT LMAOOO

There we all were, after Four left with the other half of the contestants. We all faced Two who had a lime-green shirt, light green collar and sleeves. We stood there, some amazed and some upset. I turned and looked at Pen as the burnt grass made my feet tingle. I dealt with it, since we'd been standing here for awhile. I stood next to Pen, he looked clueless at Two. Pen wasn't always the brightest, I mean he IS friends with not-so bright people. Maybe they infected them? Haha!! Heh, there I go being silly again. Pen shooked his head and turned towards me, obviously getting bored from listening to Two ramble.
"Hey, Y/N," He suddenly asked. "Is my hair messed up?" I sighed and laughed quietly. "No, Pen, your hair is still as beautiful as ever." I said, while brushing his hair with my hand. His hair was soft and pure, the blue glimmered in the sunlight. He blushed a bit, looked away and stammered quietly. "T-Thank you, Y/N." He looked a way for a bit, I don't know why though. "U-Uhm, whenever we make teams, did you wanna be in one with me?" He asked, holding my arm. I never realized that he had me in his soft but firm grasp. He kept it in place, I guess he liked people rubbing his head. "Sure, Pen! Of course I do!" He smiled, but quickly realized that he had me grasped in his unlockable grip. He quickly let go, and blushed once again. It was easy to tell when he did because of how pale he was.
"Fellow contestants! I, Two, have declared that the show has started! I'll get the new contestant ready." Two announced, being annoying and loud as ever. "Start getting your teams formed, this may take awhile.." Therefore, everyone started talking about teams. I saw Pencil and Match run to eachother, Tennisball and Golfball determining which contestants were valuable enough to join their team. I stood in place and watched everyone discuss or argue, some didn't talk. Like Teardrop.. uh, anyways, Pen put his arm around me and teased me a bit. "So, comin' on my team or what?!" He said, all embarrassment washing away from his voice. I laughed with him, his positive energy welcomed me with warm arms hugged me, as me and Pen pushed and tackled eachother, goofed around and such.
After that, we got up and walked towards Eraser. He was short but wide, deep voice but bright outlook, tired but focused. "Hey, Eraser!" I greeted him, trying to be more friendlier than he is to me. "Sup, Y/N?" He patted my back and backed away, looking at me and Pen with a warm smile. Mainly Pen. "We were wondering if you wanted to join whatever team we get in!" Pen asked, clearly confident about this season. "You didn't even have to ask, dude! Of course I woud!" Eraser said, nudging Pen. He almost knocked Pen over suprisingly, but Pen seemed used to it. "So, do you know the contestant who'll join?" I asked the men. "No, Pen go check!" Eraser ordered. Pen swiftly followed their orders and ran down to Two and the others. Eraser turned to me, looking up and down. "How's it with Pen? Got any chances on the guy yet?" Eraser asked. "..No, but he easily gets flustered. I might take my shot today!" Eraser chuckled, he saw the slight bit of embarrassment in my face. "Don't worry, I got you covered. You're lucky I'm not likin' that guy anymore. He's a creative idiot, and a good guy to talk to. I'll be pissed if you make him upset, Y/N." His tone changed quickly. The chill, careless Eraser changed into a direct, firm and more angry Eraser. You swallowed, trying to keep direct and understanding with him. "I don't wanna do that to Pen.. if I ever get in a relationship with that goofball, that's the last thing I'd do. I want him to be happy with me and comfortable, not upset and worried. Jesus Eraser, I guess you really DON'T have a brain! Ahaha-Haa!" I laughed, trying to light up the mood. Eraser chuckled, but I knew it was fake. Hopefully I could get Pen to like me back, or at least be comfortable around me. I mean, it seems like it. And I doubt he's good at faking stuff. I mean, he couldn't hide his flustered emotions towards me! Heh, What a goof. I prop up my tie, and reposition myself. My boots were buried deep into the ground, so my stance would stay decent. I was about as tall as Lollipop. My blondish-brown
short hair danced while wind blew by, teaching it where to step. Shortly, we hear Pen come back, cheering and smiling. "What could it be this time?" I wondered.

end of part 1 bceaus eim tired this is rpbably shitty