#but hey only 2 years of college left so that’s pretty nice

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— lost to time ft. sae itoshi

— warnings: angst, character death, slight ooc?

— author's note: a reupload of my favorite work on sae while i finish editing the next 2 chapters of my hazbin series. enjoy!

— first recording

“hi sae! i heard from rin that you’ll be leaving for spain. i’m really sorry i couldn’t come to see you off, i’ve been busy studying, you know, for exams and stuff. but that’s beside the point! i wish you all the best sae! do your best and when you come back home, you better be the world’s best striker yeah? don’t worry, everything will pass by quickly so don’t miss me too much ok?”

sae hated planes. he hated them quite a lot. in was a constant reminder of that time when he was only 14, leaving home to go to spain to live out his dreams only for it to be crushed 4 years later. sae hated the airport, it was always so busy and so stuffy and so cramped. he hated the feeling of being surrounded by unfamiliar strangers, hated the feeling of people brushing up against him even if they didn’t really mean it. sae hated winter. it was the season he severed his bond with his precious little brother after all. it was the season he turned his back on him and it was the season he had wished to never relive again.

-

— second recording

“hey hey guess who’s sending you another voice message? it’s me obviously, why didn’t you tell me you were back already?! if you did i would’ve picked you up from the airport!

……

is something the matter sae? you haven’t picked up any of your parents’ calls and their really worried about you. you can always talk to me remember? i’ll always be here to listen, ok? don’t bottle everything up, it’ll do more bad than good. well, i have to go now. talk with your parents every once in a while will you? ever since you left for spain you’ve pretty much cut off all contact, even with me. that’s all, good night sae.”

sae didn’t really like flowers. he thought they were a hassle. plants that require specific needs and if not met, they’ll wilt. sae was never fond of them but here he was, standing in front of the counter of a local flower shop as the elderly shopkeeper wrapped a bouquet – filled with carnations, gardenias, lilies, roses, and chrysanthemums. 

everything passes.

— college; third recordings

“i got into my dream college sae! can you believe that! honestly, i was really nervous when i took the entrance exams, but thankfully i studied real hard and managed to pass! i’ll be moving into the dorms soon. i’m gonna miss home. oh and rin! i heard he got into a soccer program recently, isn’t that nice! he’s following your footsteps in becoming the best striker in the world. i know, i know, you aren’t a striker anymore but it’s still nice to know that you’re still into soccer at least. by the way, when will you come back home? i kind of miss you, you know. i never got to see you off and when you did come back i was out of town and really busy. what about we plan a meetup or something in the near future? you know, make up for the times we lost? oh, i have to go now! my parents are helping me move in to my dorm. catch you later sae!”

sae didn’t really like coming home. the house he grew up in for the first 14 years of his life felt too foreign to be called home anymore. his parents felt like distant strangers that he just met a couple weeks ago – they felt more like acquaintances than his mother and father. the photos framed around his home felt like ancient relics from thousands of years ago, he didn’t recognize them. sae didn’t recognize himself. 

maybe he spent too much time in spain to the point where it felt more like home. how ironic, he began to realize. he had flown back to japan to escape from his hell that was spain but here he was, in his home, in the bedroom he used to sleep in for endless nights, wanting to go back to the place that left his heart hollow.

“there’s nothing else i could do.” he tried to convince himself as he sat down on his childhood bed, the bouquet of flowers at his side. he could only sigh and let himself fall back into the bed of his long gone home. “everything passes.”

“hey hey hey it’s me again! how have you been sae? i’d like to think that i’ve adjusted pretty well in college. made a few new friends and met some old ones. honestly, i almost didn’t recognize them! i mean, do you remember makoto from middle school. he was a such a problem child back then and now look at him! he’s a scholar now! i guess everyone just starts to become more mature after hitting 18, who knows. thank you again, for the gift. i was definitely shocked when my roommate told me i had a package from you. i can’t believe you still remember that i wanted ‘no longer human’! thank you, i’ll be sure to treasure it. well, that’s all for today. call you some other time sae!”

everything passes.

-

— drunk recordings; the words i wish i could’ve told you sooner

“how do you work this again? ah got it! hehe, hi again sae! i’m at a party right now, man maybe you were right, i do have shit alcohol tolerance. but it’s fine. don’t worry, i’m already on my way home and the driver isn’t some creepy dude that might kill me.

……

you know, i like you very much but i don’t think you’ll believe me. i know i jokingly said that we should marry each other if we aren’t dating someone if we hit our 30s, but i kinda wanna marry you even if we aren’t 30 yet. is that weird? i really miss you. please come home.”

……

“hello? god that was so embarrassing… sorry, could you just forget about what i said in the last recording? um just, gosh i don’t even know. denying it won’t really help right haha… it’s in the past now so don’t mull over too much ok? please, just disregard that last recording. i’m really sorry, it was just me being drunk.”

sae did not in fact disregard that recording. in fact, sometimes in the dead of night he’d think about it and wonder, if he had replied to that specific recording would things have ended differently? 

sae didn’t like deep and evoking questions about ‘what if’s’, he finds them annoying most of the time. and yet here he was now entertaining the idea. bouquet in hand as he casually walked around the neighborhood that the both of you had grew up in. the same twists and turns, same houses, same playground, same everything.

yet the silence was too loud, even for him.

everything passes.

-

— graduation recordings

“well, i think it’s safe to say i survived. i graduated sae, are you proud? man i still can’t believe i was a few point from getting the valedictorian spot but oh well. alls well that ends well i suppose. i heard you won your recent match congratulations mr best midfielder! kinda wish i was there to see it, but don’t worry! in your next match i’ll definitely save up enough money and buy those tickets to spain and your match one day! just you wait, i’ll be the screaming my lungs out and support you, i’m still your number one fan after all!”

sae had some feelings of dissatisfaction when you did not in fact get those tickets to spain and his match. maybe it was his wishful thinking but he really did wish you were there. but he knew it was impossible. 

he remembered the feeling of anger and frustration running through his veins, cursing the heavens above because he felt the need to show the gods his emotions. sae hated thinking about you in that moment. he hated how he felt like he was in a new version of hell whenever you just happened to cross his mind. sae hated you very much.

everything passes.

-

— recordings from 2 years ago

“i’m sorry. i know you should’ve heard it from me but i guess my family beat me to it haha. to be perfectly honest with you sae, i had no plans of telling you. i’m sorry. its just, the thought of breaking the news to you. how could i ever do that to you? i’m sorry. god i’m so sorry sae.”

……

“hey. i received the gift you sent me. you didn’t have to , you know. now i kinda feel bad about having you go on break in the middle of soccer season because of me. but still, thank you. i appreciated you being here, with me. it was a refreshing feeling, talking to you again and just hanging out. work has been really stuffy and felt like i was being caged but you came. you suddenly appeared and suddenly everything was alright again. i know we only said goodbye a couple minutes ago but, i miss you already. sorry. this sounds really weird doesn’t it? anyways, thank you again for the gift. i’ll be sure to wear it everyday. that’s all, have a good night sae.”

……

“hey. sorry for calling at such an odd time. i just. i just felt a little lonely. i sound so stupid i’m sorry. good night sae.”

……

“makoto dropped by today. god he was as annoying as ever but he really cheered me up. he managed to confess to this girl he’s pining over since sophomore year. i’m happy for him. but it really got me thinking about us. i know i told you to forget about that one recording because i was drunk but now that i look back on it, i wasn’t really honest. to you and myself. i know this may be the worst timing to confess but yeah, i like you very much. since primary school, as cliche as it may sound i think it all started when you stood up for me from those bullies. now that i think about, i practically glued myself to your side ever since that day didn’t i? i’m glad you didn’t really mind that. i remember always using homework as an excuse to always have you hang out with me even though i completely understood the lesson. man, where did i get the confidence to do that stuff? but i guess those times are lost in the sands of the past i guess. oh right, sorry, i forgot you didn’t really like those type of stuff. getting all deep and whatnot. well that’s all, i’m getting pretty tired already so i’ll head to bed. good night sae.”

everything passes.

-

— present

“hi. thank you by the way. i don’t know, i just don’t think i’ve ever said that you recently. so, thank you. its a bit funny isn’t it? i would almost always talk your ear off every recording but this time, i can’t even find the words to say. my parents came over, talked to them a bit. rin visited as well. he’s gotten a lot taller than i last saw him, he’s probably taller than you now!

……

sae, thank you. for everything. i’m glad we stayed in touch. i’m glad we stayed as friends.  thank you for making my days seem just a tad bit brighter, though sometimes i wonder what it would be like if we were, you know, dating. wonder what the difference would be. i mean we’d still talk to each other right? maybe holding hands and kisses but that’s pretty much it right? but thinking about it is useless right now. maybe in an alternate universe were actually married and adopted a cat like how we used to talk about.”

“you know, before this very moment. i accepted my fate already. i was content, i was doing fine but now. sae, i don’t want to die.”

“please remember me ok? and i’ll be sure to remember you. i’ll see you again, sae.”

“nii-chan..”

sae could only put his phone back in his pocket. his younger brother standing a good distance away from him. he could only imagine how rin looked like right now. was he pitying him, grieving with him? he’ll never know because he will never turn to look at him. not when your right in front of him.

how many times had he played all your recordings for the past 2 years? maybe a little over a 100 times? maybe close to 200 now?

sae removed all those thoughts as he placed the bouquet on the ground, the wind seemed to answer to his call – you seemed to answer to his call. despite all the pain, all the misery, all the bitter waves of grief that flooded his being whenever he played your recordings, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. he didn’t want to forget what you sounded like. your voice reminded him too much of home.

“happy birthday you idiot.” he said to you, keeping his hands in his pockets, watching the leaves of the flowers in the bouquet sway with the wind. two pieces of paper underneath it threatened to be blown away. “you said you wanted to come visit me and watch my match, well now you can.” two pieces of paper, one a plane ticket to spain the other a ticket to his upcoming match two weeks from now. “you better come watch me alright?” he could only bitterly smile. 

“you’re 30 now,” he whispered, before getting on one knee. placing a velvet box in front of your gravestone. “you should’ve waited for me, you idiot.” sae could only mutter those words to no one in particular. it was as if the world had stopped for a moment, the wind had stopped howling, the sun was nowhere to be seen. he could only see you. “i wanted to marry you too, y’know.”

sae could remember every occurrence where he would sit at his balcony in spain every night after your passing. phone to his ear, listening to all your recordings. but you’ll never know how he replies to them, every single one of them with his own. 

“i told the stars about you and what we could’ve had.” he chuckled, “you’re by far the hardest lesson i had to learn.”

standing up from his kneeling position, he gave you one last look before walking away. rin followed suit, but not before placing something at your grave. a pink book that you had loved till the very end. 

sae hated planes, but he flew back to japan every year. sae didn’t really like flowers, but every year he’d get you a pretty bouquet. sae didn’t like coming home but if it meant getting to visit you, he’d come back over and over again. sae didn’t like reading or any deep and evoking questions but he always humored you whenever you asked him.

sae hated all those things but they reminded him too much of you to let them go. 

and just like your favorite author, when osamu dazai asked to die, he simplu agreed; but just before his death, he suddenly felt obsession with life.

everything passes. just like how you’ll eventually get lost in the sands of time.

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15 – catching up !

What's so good about him ?!

Scaramouche x reader smau series

synopsis — Your ex boyfriend kuni is in a band called 5wirl and they're pretty well known considering him and his bandmates are still in college but you still hated his guts on how he ended things with you back then in highschool the day before graduation. So whats the best course of action in this situation? make a hate account of him of course. 

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Putting your phone down you prepared yourself for the first day of the foundation day festival. You sighed preparing to go out to campus. It's already noon and Lumine left early to prepare and help Ayaka. 

On your way to campus seeing the colorful booths and tons of students make you calm down for a while. Surely you won't run into him? you were nervous seeing him after what 2 years? You would think you moved on but the wounds are still here and a ton of "what ifs" and many unanswered questions. To distract your thoughts you already took your phone from your pocket to calm your nerves. 

You giggle at Heizou's tweet "Hey this just looks like–" you were cut off by suddenly bumping into someone "My apologies! Are you alright?" you reached for the stranger's hand about to thank them "Hey it's alright! thank y–heizou ?" Your eyes lit up seeing familiar emerald green eyes. As he lift you off the ground he gave you his charismatic smile. "Y/N! well, it's always great to see an old friend." You giggled at him, he didn't change, and sure texting him as "Scarass" His way of texting didn't change but seeing him in front of him as "y/n" and seeing him still being like himself back then in high school feels nice. 

"Yeah…I was just about to head in" You pointed to the cafe, the same cafe he tweeted out. "Let's catch up! my treat" He head over to the door opening it for you "You go in first~" You only kept smiling at his gestures "Still a gentleman I see~" He only chuckled back nodding. While heizou is browsing the menu you already said your usual after all this is your favorite cafe on campus. "I take it you go here a lot?" he said before just ordering a frappe. You nodded "This is my favorite place actually!" "I see"

After receiving your orders you began talking by the window telling each other what happened over the years. "Can you believe it! your old buddy is going to be famous" You laughed at his claim "Oh please if you told me in the past that heizou from math class is gonna be a famous drummer I would be laughing my ass off" He gave you a pout before taking a sip of his drink… "Snarky as always y/n" He sighed "Why did we ever stop hanging out ?"

You bit your lip, you cut off contact with 5wirl after your messy breakup. Heizou noticed your sudden uneasiness in his question. You placed your hand over his and smiled "Don't worry im fine now and yes it is because of him". Heizou nodded "Im glad you're doing better, we actually clowned him for being stupid" You giggled at his rant about them just teasing scara. Talking about him made you uneasy at first especially since you imagined the same violet hair in the distance…its probably nothing. 

Notes: First written chapters YESSS and was it just just your imagination...?hehe find out next chap!

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[rowretro]

✧𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍✧

WARNINGS: none I know of

✧CHAPTER 1✧

"Hee- ever heard of a Uni called Yah leh?" y/n asked tilting her head as Heeseung frowned "You mean Yale?" "Yeah whatever it's called- do you think I can get in?" y/n asked as Heeseung sighed "look here... sweetie I think you should look for a more uhhh reachable school, y-you know- maybe film school? maybe preschool?..." Heeseung, kindly suggested as Sunghoon snickered.

"No I wanna go to Yale! all the smart people said that its a good place-" y/n pointed out as Heeseung pat her head "Oh y/n... 18 years and you haven't changed one bit." he said before walking away from her "Hoon somehow convince her to apply for an easier uni or college-" Heeseung whispered to his friend who nodded.

Well it's everyday now, since the oh so sweet, darling Sunghoon started visiting their home, Heeseung trusts him completely, their mother does, and the sweet little gullible y/n does. "Sunghoon I think I can get in! I was studied at a University once-" y/n pointed out as Sunghoon frowned.

"Ah y/n..." Sunghoon started as he ran through her dark, silky hair, her innocent, curious eyes, meeting his. Oh how goddamn vulnerable she looked, how he wanted to keep her, protect her, break her... "Yale sucks. why don't I put in a good word for you and you go to the same Uni I go to?... it's a good place" Sunghoon said, smiling down at her. "Will there be pretty boys?... I saw pretty boys on the Yale advert-" Y/n pointed out as Sunghoon sighed.

Pretty boys? when he's standing in front of her dressed in all black, his hair swept to the side revealing his forehead, that black t-shirt was perfectly fitted on him. How could she possibly want prettier than him? "Pretty boys?..." Sunghoon asked, tilting his head as y/n nodded smilling "Hee gets lots of girls in college- I think I should start dating more people too- I only ever dated one person- A clueless idiot who bangs his head everytime he rides his bike out of th garage... everytime." she repeated, still upset about her break up with Jooyeon.

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, as he put up with his peaceful act, oh how bad he wanted to end that Jooyeon... "Hey... there are many pretty boys in my college... I mean I am there." Sunghoon pointed out as y/n shrugged "Ok it'll be nice to have a familiar face in college next year, and well I do have to start in the coming months-" y/n said as she smiled up at Sunghoon.

All the better to keep an eye on her 24/7... Make sure he could gradually get her closer to him and let her innocent self fall into his trap. God she was so gullible it made it so easy for him. Sunghoon Smiled as he pat her head, seemingly friendly. "So it's your last day of school today huh?" Sunghoon asked as the girl nodded "You coming to the party tonight?" He asked as she nodded again.

When the girl left to help her mom out in the kitchen, Sunghoon was in Heeseung's room, gaming with the male. "You know the drug dealer? his ex asked me out on a date tonight- so I can't come by for your award event bro hope you don't mind-" Heeseung said. Well that just makes things better for him...

"Isn't your sister meant to go to a party tonight?... Jooyeon will be performing with his little band" Sunghoon oh-so innocently pointed out as Heeseung's eyes widen in shock, he choked on his beer as he turned to Hoon "No fucking way she's going there, fuck-" Heeseung complained, downing his beer. "The event is next week- I'm completely free today-" Sunghoon pointed out as Heeseung handed him a beer bottle "Hey you know you're like the brother i never had right?" He asked as Sunghoon snickered "I'll accompany your sister at the party~" Sunghoon said as Heeseung smiled at him, the 2 going back to their game.

✧𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍✧

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Can’t Make Any Promises pt.2

a/n: once again i just kind of got carried away with my writing but for all my peeps that wanted a second part

Trevor

Jamies sister had left, leaving him to be the one to tell his best friend what exact he had just asked of his older sister. Not that it really mattered because she had said yes for the first time in all the times he had asked. Plus it wasn’t a secret that Trevor had been crushing on her, he never hid his flirting even when Jamie was around but he wasn’t sure if Jamie understood that it’s not just his usual flirty self that he was pretty sure he had actual feelings for her.

When Jamie pulled in Trevor definitely felt slightly more nervous than he had a hour back. “Hey man, did my sister pass by?” Jamie asked and Trevor nodded his head. “She sure did, she already headed out but actually I did want to run something by you real quick.” At that Trevor cleared his throat, the nerves coming up. “You asked her out on a date again, didn’t you?” Trevors jaw dropped a little. “She told me all the other times you did. I’m guessing she finally gave you a yes?” 

Trevor just nodded his head, was his best friend about to hate him now. “I mean I’m cool with it but if you decide you don’t like her and break her heart we’re going to have a problem.” Well that was comforting at least but Trevor wasn’t really worried about that. Now he just had to get ready for this date.

Readers P.O.V

You knew that Jamie wouldn’t be too bothered by it. Your brother had actually told you a few times before to give Trevor a chance and your only excuse was the age thing which shockingly he also did not understand. Maybe it was a guy thing. Anyways now you were getting ready for this date and you had to admit you were a little excited about it even if that small insecurity was still sticking in the back of your mind.

When there was a knock on your door you knew it was time to go and you had decided on a casual but cute outfit since it was just dinner and a movie. When you opened the door you were a little surprised at the fact that Trevor was there holding a small bouquet of flowers. “I stopped and got these for you. If you’re allergic or hate them though I can just toss them.” There was an edge of nervousness to his voice and you thought that was cute. “No, they’re beautiful thanks.”

The dinner had gone a lot better than you expected and you two talked about a variety of different things. It was actually pretty nice to talk to Trevor one on one without your brother there. The conversations were a lot less about hockey which you slightly appreciated. You had to admit this was one of the best dates you had gone on in a long while. The movie part was just as good except you craved talking to him a little more but because of the movie you weren’t able to.

It was pretty disappointing as the night came to an end because it had been a good time and now you were both standing on your front porch. “So any chance there could be a second date?” Trevor asked and there was a hopeful gleam to his eye. A small sigh left your lips “Trevor this was really nice but this still doesn’t change where we are in life. You’re young and you still have your party phase left and I’m just not there anymore, I’m more in the stage of settling down.” You wished that it could be a different story but you knew it wasn’t.

“Who says I’m not ready for all that same stuff. I had to grow up fast and I’m not some college kid. I have a secure job, I pay all my own bills, and I’m not looking to be out at some frat party every night. It’s a four year difference between us that’s it.” A sigh fell from your lips again and you knew he meant every word he said. “If you’re serious about it, I’d like to keep seeing where this could go.” You whispered to him and a small smile filled his lips. His hand went gently to the side of your cheek “Can I?” He asked and you nodded your head. He leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss before pulling away. “Maybe tomorrow you can come over? I’ll cook us both dinner. Your brother already has plans so it’ll just be the two of us.” You nodded your head a second time, looks like there would be a second date after all.

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[music-viber]

Summary: your younger sisters boy best friend had been getting too much attention lately.

kissing booth if the genders were opposite. Pt.1

Warning: smut, mature content, language.

Your sister had a built-in best friend since the day she was born and 1. No, it wasn't you but yes 2. I, was better that way because you could only deal with so much of her for so long so you were glad to share some of the responsibility with somebody. They grew up together and partly with me because I tried to ignore them most of the time anyway but they always found a way to be around me somehow Vincent’s mom had been best friends with your mom since college or something so it made sense

Sports are your specialty which worked in your favor cause guys like girls who play sports especially when they were good at it. You got in a few of fights when you were younger making you gain popularity girls feared you knowing you could beat their asses. You did look out for your sister and her best friend when other girls would try a fast move on you guys. You liked to feel needed and important so you would always help them with bullies when you guys were younger.

You were the popular sister athletic it’s not like it was some big secret, you didn’t need to be nice to get what you wanted you had pretty privilege had it since the you pop out of your mother actually, it was like a super power. P r e t t y p r I v l I d g e something not all people are blessed with. Only time I was ever jealous of my sister was when she had a built in best friend who stuck by her side 24/7 and never got tired of her. So basically since the day she was born maybe? You can’t keep count.

Everyone put up with you tough girl act everyone except vinnie ever since you were kids he had always put you in your place when your out of line you couldn’t lie you didn’t know why you didn’t just ignore him what he tried to but it didn’t think much. People had always liked you but in a I fear her kinda so what you got went through puberty you better believe it wasn’t that way anymore. You tried to know less about Vinnie because 1. He was like a little brother to you and 2. That’s your sisters boy best friend, You didn’t wanna upset her.

School was starting up again soon your about to start senior year. No different from the other schools years but you did have to pick a college soon so that really sucked for you. Leaving home.

As you walked into your house from a workout in your sports bra and gym shorts your a variety soccer player so it was mandatory you keep up your A game. “Leeah, have you seen my soccer ball?” I asked my sister looking at the pair who can never be caught apart. She obviously gave me some snarky remark making Vinnie laugh, I smirked “hey Vincent” I say looking at him. I know he hates being called by his full name, he looks back at me “Yes Noelle?” He knows I hate being called my first name

“When did you get the abs?” I pointed out at them He looked caught off guard as he looked down at them trying to think of something to say. Leeah chimes in “When you were away at soccer camp learning how to be a bigger bitch, it was almost as if he was in human growth hormones or something.” Leeah laughed as you scoffed. Vinnie then covers himself with a towel “Rule number 2? Please.” I tell them I was throwing a party and not to invite any jackasses. Leeah makes another snarky remark as she and Vinnie celebrate it so I throw a ball at her making him fall into the pool and then walking away. Leeah gets out of the pool, “she's such an ass” Lee says looking at Vinnie, “I know.” Vinnie says looking directly at his best friends sisters ass which was quickly shut down by Lee.

The first day of school

as I got there on my motorcycle and started talking to some other girls my sister rolled up with Vinnie. “What the fuck is he wearing” his shirt was way too small for his new muscular body making his buttons left open making his whole chest and stomach exposed. Noelle sat there dumbfounded by his chiseled-like abs then looking away. Noelles sister and vinnie looked confused as to why Vinnie was getting some stares.

“Is he new?” you heard females ask around. You scoffed at their reactions. Then some horny girl grabbed his ass in front of everyone. He made a weird sound then turned to confront the person then saw it was a female. He was helpless he couldn't hit a girl, Leeah knew this and yelled at her attempting to push her then looked like she needed some help of her own so I intervened and punched her to the ground as the principal came out and sent us 3 to the office. “You guys office now.”

Vinnie had ended up asking me why I helped them so obviously I told him “It's like seeing those girls gryi g to get into my little brothers pants, which is super gross.” I continued “ You've also had 0 experience with girls you haven't even had a girlfriend. Opening your shirt like that is asking for it.” I laughed as he took offence. We kinda all git detention after that stunt we pulled this morning

As I watched Vinnie flirt with the girl who had groped him yesterday my eyebrows raised as I look between them. He looks over at me as I mouth the words “what the fuck?” he rolled his eyes and he goes back to passing notes. The teacher doses off then eventually the girl bursts in the room wearing her shirt the same way Vinnie had done that same morning as people laughed and took picture she posed as Vinnie laughed also. I'm definitely have in a chat with her after class.

After detention, I found her “hey.” I said pushing her shoulder “I don't know what you told him but your not going out with Vinnie.” she was confused and scared “if you will I will break your nose, got it?” he nodded and ran off. “Easy.” not as easy as you thought because the next morning Vinnie called you angry “You do realize you're not my mom right?” he stated while on the phone with you. I smiled “You still got a lot to learn kiddo.” he scoffed

Mumbling stuff you ignored “I could just beat you with my shoes right now” be says “she's a player” I tell him “so are you?” he yelled confused.” “and that's why I'm not letting her near you, you'll thank me one day.” Noelle says calmly “stop yelling girls not to talk to me!” Vinnie yells.

Two days later

It was time for my party which was packed with almost everyone even tho I did say invite only. I had occupied myself with the first person to throw themselves at me just to have a make-out session, and that's when Vinnie came up and tapped on Noelle's shoulder. She turns to face whoever tapped her. She stopped kissing the guy for a brief moment. “I haven't seen Lee,” she said as she went back to making out with the guy. Vinnie taps me again as I stop kissing the guy again “What?!” he says something about a kissing booth before the guy I'm missing flicks Vinny's forehead “Lonely nerds are downstairs bro.” I rolled my eyes at the random guy. “ look uh, you should probably leave he's important to my family which kinda means he's important to me.” the guy backed off and left and was sassy about it. Vinnie looks down at me “Sorry I ruined your make-out session.” you smiled “That's fine he tasted like Cheetos anyways.” he ignored the last part. “So kissing booth?” he asked hopeful. “No, go away” and so he did.

Later into the party I saw Vinnie drinking like there was no tomorrow like absolutely downing everything everyone gave him as people cheered him on. As he got up and danced on the pool table. I couldn't like he. Does look better this year and people can tell people he's getting lots of attention. He starts to fan himself “It's hot out here.” he starts to strip as everyone cheers him on. You look at him in disbelief. Then he yells “Let go skinny dipping.” that's when you know he's had too much as everyone jumps into the pool Vinnie stumbles and falls into the grass. Lee looked over at Noelle for help and so she rolled her eyes and helped carry him up the stairs. “I have to go make sure they don't break anything but you git this right?” lee leaves them. “Noelle” Vinnie mumbles as you ignore him as he gets up and walks into your room and crashes on the bed. “Great because I didn't wanna carry him” Noelle whispers as he throws up on his shirt he put back on. Noelle takes his clothes off him and immediately outs it in the washer. “This is so gross”

The next morning

Vinnie woke up groaning from his hangover he opened his eyes and looked around panicked as he checked to see if he slept inside my room. He then checked to see if he was naked which he stuff had his underwear in as he sighed in relief. He watched as Noelle walked in with nothing but a towel as Vinnie stared at her in shock. He looks at him “Oh I didn't mean to wake you just grabbing my clothes.” she said. Vinnie didn't need to ask what happened, he remembered everything. “Noelle I'm so sorry,” he said holding his head. He got out of bed and looked down and realizedtat he was basically naked and tried hiding behind her curtains embarrassed. “Can you pass me those?” he pointed at some baggy shorts on the floor. “Please can I get those” he begged. She just stood there smirking at him ignoring the request.

“Fine,” they both said heading towards the shorts as Vinnie fell into Noelle getting tangled in the fallen-down curtains. She was rolled up on top of him and he was under her complaining about how were stuck. “My arm is stuck” he yelled as they tried to get out of this his arm pushed into her core the he gasped as she moaned “I told you not to stop moving!” she yelled yelled. They untangled themselves from the curtain. Vinnie rushes to put on the shorts and then rushed for the door before he stopped “Do I owe you anything at all” he asked “Just get out dork.” she said panting.

The next day

I was playing carnival games and talking to a few guys when Vinnie came up to me. He spoke “Look I'm desperate, just stop at the booth for a little please? It would mean a lot to me.” he signed. I looked at him crossing my arms“Wow the independent Vincent Cole hacker begging someone else for help?” then he ended up giving me an I care about you so help me kinda talk making me feel bad as he walked away.

The kissing booth starts and it looks like the most successful booth at the carnival after while so I bought a ticket. I stand there thinking I wasted my money on something guys wouldve payed me for. “Wanna cut?” I looked over at some random girl confused as I tilted my head. She then opened her mouth again “like get I front of me and not wait in line?” she said nervously. “Okay.” Noelle cuts in front of her and walked up to the stand. Waiting for the kisser. She sighed and looked towards the curtains to see which guy she would be kissing. Suddenly Vinnie walked out in a blindfold looking confused. He stumbled as I helped him to his stand of the stand. He then nervously tells me his secrets about his lack of relationships and kissing

experiences as everyone else also hears him and laughs at his nervousness. I smirked and rolled my eyes as I looked over at the curtains seeing the guys Laugh at Vinnie until they saw who he was about to kiss and stopped in their tracks. Noelle cut off the geek boy rambling by pulling him down by his collar and kissing him. It went in as people around then gasped and cheered. After a while Vinnie thought, why these people be cheering over just a kiss- he then realized and took off his blindfold and looked at her dumbfounded. She didn't want it to stop so he kissed him again then people had cheered as she looked at Vinnie “okay I'll see you around?” she walked away from the booth and wentnti go flirt with some guys to take her mind off of him.

Later Noelle was on her motorcycle when she spotted Vinnie walking home on the road. The sky was lit by the thunder. “Need a ride?” Vinnie gave her a little look. Noelle rolled her eyes and crossed her arms “Look I care about you and stuff plus my mom would kill me knowing I left you in the cold. He got onto her motorcycle after a while the storm got heavy and they couldn't drive any longer. She led him to a greenhouse-like area where he gave her his jacket. Noelle was looking out through the glass at the rain “We should be fine if we wait.” she said distracted.

Vinnie had walked towards the girl towering over her. He then quickly kissed her and she kissed back. Then he backed up “We can't how would I tell Lee?” he said slowly. “We’ll figure it out” I reassure him pressing my lips into his as he melts into it, he then takes the lead by choking her a little bringing her to moan and catch her breath. She grabbed his shirt and unbuttoned it. As he gasped and pulled away, they stared at each other for a short period of time She looked at him “we don't need to-” she told him he unbuttoned her shirt. As they were both shirtless and making out. Vinnie knew he should've stopped but she felt too good to let go.

"May I?" Vinnie asked, indicating his desire to try something else. Noelle agreed, "We can do whatever you want," she said, grinning at him seductively. He then chokes Noelle gently as his leg nudges between hers, encouraging her to spread her legs for him. She gasped as his knee pressed into her core. Seizing this moment, Vinnie slipped his tongue into her mouth, asserting his dominance.

Noelle knew that her actions with Vinnie were morally questionable. She had no intention of revealing their secret, as it would earn her the label of the worst sister of the year. Yet, Vinnie was so intoxicating that she couldn't resist him. She had known about Vinnie's feelings for her since they were children, but societal rules had always been a barrier. Now, the way Vinnie made her feel had her contemplating a future with him.

She moaned as he tugged on her hair, a side of Vinnie she hadn't expected. "Vincent," she moaned softly. He paused from his activities, "Don't call me that," he replied, looking right at her as lightning illuminated the sky and the rain poured down.

She looked up at him, an innocent challenge in her eyes, "Or what?" As she reached up to touch his face, he grabbed her hand. With a gasp, she found herself turned around to face him, her back pressed against the wall. He was careful not to hurt her. Sweeping her hair aside, he whispered into her ear, "Let's find out."

He used his belt to tie her hands behind her as she was pressed against the wall, he then asked her “Can I remove your clothes?” as she nodded. He scoffed saying “Use your words, princess.” she rolled her eyes “Yes please Vinnie.” as she said this he undressed her and started to rub her heat in a circular motion as she threw her head back and moaned in pleasure as she pushes her ass against him. It wasn't long before Vinnie had also undressed "I want you to pleasure me until I reach my cum."

He teased me with the head of his arousal, causing me to shudder and my breathing to grow unsteady. He lavished attention on me, and then without warning, I felt him enter me. I was pinned and helpless, unable to do anything but accept him. His thickness filled me, causing my back to arch as he held my thigh to steady himself. My cries were quiet, shocked at the intensity of the situation. He paused, savoring my response, his lips peppering gentle kisses on my neck and chin. I tensed when he moved, the sensation overwhelming. As he withdrew slightly, my body reacted instinctively, crying out his name, "Vincent!" "Vinnie," he corrected, but I had no time to process his words as he moved again.

His touch stirred me, his hand moving from my thigh to my rear, adjusting my position. My legs wrapped around him as he quickened his rhythm, each withdrawal and thrust more intense than the last. My cries grew more urgent, the intense pleasure leaving me gasping for air. My body responded to him, my euphoria building. He grunted my name, our bodies slick with sweat. "Vincent!" I called out, but he corrected me once more, "Vinnie."

He repeated, "Say it and I'll let you go." His movements quickened, our bodies collided. My legs shook, but I kept them wrapped around him. I matched his rhythm, eliciting grunts from him. "Vinnie," I whimpered, yearning for him to release my hands so I could draw him closer. He looked into my eyes, the intensity of his gaze holding me captive. He let go of my hands, and the rhythm continued, the intensity only he could create. I clenched my muscles, matching his pace. His hands gripped my waist as he murmured into my lips.

Our bodies moved faster, and our lips parted. His head rested in the crook of my neck while he lifted my lower body and continued to thrust. I cried out, a sensation building that would soon release if he continued. "You like that, baby?" He whispered. I could only respond with a roll of my eyes as he filled me again. He was so deep, I felt him in my stomach. My toes curled, my hands clawed at his back as I tried to steady myself. But neither of us cared. We reached our climax together, and we collapsed on the floor. Breathless, I asked, "Where did you learn that?" He smiled and responded, "Porn." I nodded, understanding his solitary pastime. We sat in silence, trying to comprehend the magnitude of what just happened. I began to giggle, then burst into laughter. Vinnie watched me, chuckling softly. "I'm such a bad sister," I finally said.

"I'm such a bad sister," I admitted, my laughter subsiding into a quiet chuckle. Vinnie, however, continued to chuckle, his eyes filled with truth as he looked at me. "You're not bad, Noelle," he said, his voice soft but firm. His hand found mine, giving it a comforting squeeze. "You're human.

We sat in silence again, the gravity of our actions settling in. But there was no regret, just a strange sense of... peace. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was right. But in that moment, we were just Vinnie and Noelle.

And as I looked at Vinnie, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath, I realized that sometimes, it's not about right or wrong. It's about the moments that take your breath away, the moments that make you feel alive. And as I lay there in Vinnie's arms, I felt more alive than I ever had. I closed my eyes, letting the silence of the room envelop us, a serene ending to an unexpected night.

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[cuttergauthier]

Friends?

Cutter Gauthier x Female Hughes reader

Warning: Against, Enemies to Friends, cussing, Alcohol, party, Drunk Reader.

word count: 1.4k

Apart of my au Cutter Gauthier x Hughes au

let me know what you guys think🤍

I’m Luke Hughes' twin sister, unlike Quinn and Luke I decided to commit to Boston College for hockey.

I heard a lot of good things about it from Matt Boldy and Jessie Compher since i played on team usa with her, when i told my mom about it we went to visit. I fell in love with the campus immediately.  

I haven’t been away from luke before, so this is definitely going to be different without him here, and i don’t know anyone.  

Hopefully I'll be able to make friends with my teammates. I already know Cayla Barnes who I played with on team usa, she had introduced me to Alex Newhook last year when I first told her I committed to Boston College so i knew her also.

I only just got to town. It's 2 weeks before classes start, I want to be able to explore and get to know the campus so I don't get lost on the first day.

Cayla and Alex aren’t here yet. I’ll be staying in a unisex door for the athletes. Today is freshman day so most of the freshmen are arriving. I don’t have a roommate, I wanted to be alone since I know I'll be on FaceTime with my brothers and with quinn there’s a time change so I didn't want to risk waking up my roommate.

I was unloading one of my boxes when I heard my mom talking to someone in the hallway. I paused what I was doing and went to check. I saw her talking to Kim, Cutter Gauthier's mom. I totally forgot he also committed here. Cutter and I do not get along, he was a jerk when I first met him, and every other time after. He’s friends with my brother, they played together in the NTDP, so our families are friends.

“Hey yn, it’s good to see you sweetheart” Kim said, hugging me.

“It’s good seeing you too Kim” i said smiling

“Looks like yours and cutter dorm rooms are next to each other” she said, my mom smiled

“Maybe this will get them to be friends instead of hating each other” my mom told Kim

“I hope,” Kim sighed. I took the box my mom was holding and put it down on my bed.

“You’re dad is bringing the last box up” my mom told me and I nodded.  

Few seconds later I see my dad, cutter, and his dad coming up the stairs.

My dad gave me the box and I put it down.

It was now time to say goodbye. I hugged my mom tight.

“I’m going to miss you sweetheart” she said, kissing my cheek.

“I’m going to miss you too mom”  

I went and hugged my dad next.

“We love you, will be back soon enough to visit, don’t get in trouble” he said making me chuckle.

“I love you guys too, give a hug to Luke for me, i miss him already” i said sadly.

“We will,” my mom replied.

Once they left, I closed my door and began unpacking my stuff.  

A few hours later I started to get hungry, it's around 5 p.m. right now so I thought I would go get myself some food, so I grabbed my purse and walked out of my room.

Cutter walked out at the same time as me before locking his door.

We both started walking downstairs.

“Did your parents already leave?” I asked

“Yeah, pretty sure they left after yours did” he replied, i nodded.

“Look I hate you, and you hate me, but can we try to be civil? It’s going to be a long year if we don't "I ask nicely. Hoping we can try to get along.

He shrugged  

“We’ll see,” he said walking away.

“Asshole” i mumbled  

A week passed by, a few of my teammates were finally in town, same for the guys team.

Tonight is Friday and the guys on the men's team are throwing a party, so Cayla is making me go with her and Alex so I can get to know more people.

We pregamed and got dressed, at around 11 p.m. we made our way there. I’m already drunk by the time I get there, thankfully I know Cayla and Alex wouldn’t leave me alone.  

I’m having the best time.

We danced, i got to meet some of my other teammates, that i probably won’t remember tomorrow.  

I’m now standing with Cayla and Alex, I was currently leaning on Cayla.

“You good Yn” she asked

“Yeah, just a little bit too drunk” I mumbled, I heard her chuckle.

“Want us to bring you back to the dorm?” She asked

I was about to answer when Cutter cut me off.

“I can bring her, my dorm room is right next to hers” he told Cayla, she looked surprised

“I thought you two didn’t get along?” Alex asked

“We don’t but I'm on my way now so I can bring her with me,” he said.

“You good with that Yn” she asked to make sure and i nodded.

Even though we don’t get along, I know he’d make sure I get there safely because of my brother.

“Come on,” Cutter said, putting his arm on my back as we walked out of the party.

“You shouldn’t have gotten so drunk,” he said, annoyed, probably because I was stumbling a little bit.

“It was my first college party. I was obviously going to get drunk "I snapped, he rolled his eyes and he helped me walk.

When we got to the dorms he made me go up the stairs first so he could catch me in case I tripped.

Once we got to our rooms I unlocked my door before looking over at Cutter doing the same to his.

“Cutter, thank you” I say, he looked at me and nodded before he closed his door.

He’s honestly really good looking, I wish we could get along.

I woke up the next morning with a headache. I probably shouldn’t have drank so much last night, so I groaned and took my phone that was on my nightstand.

I decided to order breakfast from uber eats since i didn’t feel like going out.

A few minutes later there was a knock on my door, I groaned and went to open it only to find Cutter.

“What do you want?” I asked  

He chuckled when he saw me, I rolled my eyes.

“Just thought I’d check to see if you were still alive,” he said, smirking.

“I am, now you can go” i said

“Jeez, I'm just trying to be nice, you’re the one who said we should try and be civil with each other” he said angrily and went to walk away but i grabbed his hand before he could. He looked down at me holding his hand, making me let go.

“Sorry, i just have a headache”

“It’s fine”

“Thanks again for last night, I mean I know we don’t really get along but it means a lot” I said

“Your brother probably would have killed me if I didn’t” he said and I nodded sadly, of course that’s the only reason he helped me get home.

Right as I was about to say something else my food arrived.  

“Thank you” I thanked the delivery guy. I looked up at Cutter once the guy left.

“I ordered a lot, do you want to stay and eat? Take it as a thank you?” I asked

He looked surprised for a minute before he nodded.

“Sure why not, I'm hungry anyways” he said and walked by me in my room. He went and sat against the wall on my bed.

I went and sat next to hi

m. I took out the food and handed him some.

It stayed quiet as we started to eat.

“What made you choose Boston? Both Quinn and Luke went to Michigan” he asked me after a while.

“I wanted something different, plus I knew if I went to Michigan Luke would be a little too overprotective and I didn’t want to have to deal with that” I said, he chuckled.

“That makes since”  

“What about you? What made you choose Boston college?” I asked.

“When I visited, I fell in love with the campus. It was also one of the highest ranked schools,” he said. I nodded.

“ I really hope we can get along, while we’re here” I say softly. Cutter looked up at me and nodded.

“It’s probably for the best, Luke would kill me if he knew I was a jerk to you, even though he knows we're not friends,” he said, making me chuckle.

“So can we be friends instead of us hating each other?” I ask.

“I’m okay with that,” he said, smiling.

“Good,” I said, smiling at him.

At least we can agree on something, this is only the beginning.

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[sweeter-innocence-fics]

You Brought Your Worst and I’m Right Here - Chapter Three: … and you have grabbed the scissors

Pairing: Gale of Waterdeep x female Tav

Work Summary:

After an explosive falling out between Gale and his academic adviser, Mystra, Tav is left to pick up the pieces.

Modern/College AU.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8…

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2519

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Notes:

In case you couldn't tell, I adore Wyll. If you also love him, I posted a modern/college AU one-shot for Wyll/Tav the other day, so check that out if you fancy it.

Warnings for vomiting, depression, anxiety

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Back during her first week at university, Tav hadn’t been coping well with being thrust suddenly into adulthood. She was eighteen years old, a long way from home, with no friends or family within a hundred miles of the city where she now lived. Her assigned housemates were all perfectly nice, but she was painfully shy and had seemingly very little in common with them. Her social anxiety was at an all-time high.

One morning, she had an orientation for a maths module, but she had somehow managed to sleep through her alarm and so was running late.

She was mortified. Standing outside of the lecture theatre, one hand on the door, it took all of her energy not to turn around and go right back to bed. Steeling herself, she opened the door.

A few heads turned her way. The lecture theatre was almost full. There was nowhere she could sit quietly, away from everyone else. She was about ready to turn tail and flee, when someone waved at her, catching her eye.

The boy definitely had more books on his desk than was necessary. Tav didn’t think the reading list for this module was even that long. He gestured to the empty seat beside him, giving her a questioning look. Tav took the seat gratefully.

She recognised the boy from some of her other orientations. He was handsome, with warm, dark eyes and shoulder length brown hair tied up into a loose bun.

“You looked lost,” he said, quietly.

She flushed. “No, just… looking for somewhere to sit.”

“Well, you found it.” He offered her his hand. “I’m Gale.”

“Tav,” she said, shaking his hand. It was an oddly formal greeting, but Gale was strange like that. 

Tav thought that that would be the end of it, but at the end of the lecture, as she was packing her things into her bag, he turned to her again.

“What did you think of the lecture?” he asked. “Personally it feels like we’re going to be re-treading a lot of old ground here, but then, not everyone did A Level Further Maths, I suppose.” This maths module was compulsory for science students, so it covered a pretty broad range of topics.

She shrugged. “I must admit, I’m a little rusty.”

“Well, if you ever need any pointers-” He was cut off by an embarrassingly loud growl from her stomach. There was a moment of awkward silence where she wished that the ground would swallow her whole, but then he said “Hungry?” She took a moment to assess whether he might’ve been teasing her, but he seemed earnest.

“I didn’t have a chance to have breakfast.”

“I’m pretty peckish myself. The campus café has pretty good breakfasts. Cheap, too. Do you fancy it?”

He was smiling at her now. If it was anyone else, she might’ve felt unnerved, but there was something so kind about his expression.

“Sure.”

The rest was history.

*

Tav fell asleep in the back of the car on the way home from the hospital. Her face was pressed against the cool glass, and she only stirred when Shadowheart put a tentative hand on her shoulder.

“Hey,” said Shadowheart softly. “We ordered pizza. Should be here in twenty minutes.”

Tav glanced around. They were parked right outside their house.

“Did you get garlic pizza bread?” she asked hazily.

“Sure did. Wedges too. Come on.”

Tav braced herself from the cold outside. It was almost two in the morning now. It was lucky that, being a student town, their local pizza place was open until 4am.

The air was bitingly cold. Rain whipped at the skin of her face. Wyll had gone ahead and opened the front door, so she rushed inside and out of the cold, Shadowheart close behind her. Tav didn’t realise she was trembling until she felt Shadowheart’s hands push hers out of the way, helping her unzip her jacket.

“Pyjamas, pizza, and then bed,” said Shadowheart, firmly. “Don’t fall asleep before the food arrives.”

“I won’t.”

“Come on.”

Tav couldn’t help but glance at Gale’s bedroom door as they passed it. It was wide open, and they must’ve forgotten to turn off the light earlier, because it was still on. Gale’s bed stared back at her, tauntingly, traces of vomit encrusted in the sheets. By the time she felt the bile rushing up her throat, it was too late.

“Shit!” Shadowheart jumped back to avoid getting puked on. Tav collapsed against the wall, hands on her knees. Her eyes were wet with tears. A shuddering sob escaped her lips. She covered her mouth, embarrassed, ashamed. “Hey, hey,” murmured Shadowheart. “It’s okay, it’s okay, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Is everything alright up there?” called Astarion from downstairs. He popped his head out into the hallway and then grimaced at the sight in front of him.

“We could use a hand.”

He wrinkled his nose. “I’ll get Wyll.”

“Astarion.”

He sighed. “Fine, I’ll help.”

“You d-don’t have to,” said Tav, breath catching awkwardly between sobs. “I’ll do it, I made the mess-”

“You will do no such thing,” said Astarion. “You go and get yourself cleaned up. You’re a mess, darling.”

“Come on,” said Shadowheart again, tugging Tav towards the main bathroom. “You should shower. You’ll feel much better when you do.”

“Okay,” said Tav numbly.

“Do you want my help?”

Tav shook her head awkwardly. Her and Jen had got changed in front of each other many times. Being the only two girls in the house, they had seen each other in various states of undress countless times. Plus, with Shadowheart’s hospital experience, she had seen far worse. Still, Tav wanted to be alone for a little while.

First, she brushed her teeth. As she was doing so, there was a knock on the door. She opened it to see Shadowheart again, holding a pair of Tav’s pyjamas, clean underwear and a bottle of water.

“Drink this,” she said, passing the water to Tav. “And sorry I went through your drawers but I figured it would make it easier. I’ll see you downstairs in a little bit?”

“Sure.”

Once she was alone, it took a lot of energy for Tav to coax herself into the shower. It was only the promise of pizza that waited for her once she was done that kept her going.

Shadowheart had been right. Clean and dressed in fresh pyjamas, she did feel better physically, if not emotionally. She trudged down the stairs and found her flatmates sitting around the living room, digging in to their pizzas.

None of them were talking. It was strange to eat without conversation, or the tv on in the background, but she understood why. She didn’t know what to say, either.

She collapsed onto the big sofa where they’d saved a space for her and picked up her own pizza box. She hadn’t realised how hungry she was until the food was right in front of her. She hadn’t been able to think about eating since she found Gale, and it was catching up with her now.

She ate ravenously, barely taking time to swallow between bites. In any other situation, she was sure her friends would be calling her out for her terrible table manners, but no one said anything.

After a little bit, the mania that seemed to have gripped her subsided. She felt full and a little sick. Still, no one was talking.

To everyone’s surprise, it was Wyll who finally broached what they’d all been thinking.

“Why didn’t he just talk to us?” he said, a tremor in his voice. Tav didn’t have an answer. She wiped her greasy hands on the wipes that the restaurant provided, and then put her arms around him.

*

It was about midday when Tav woke to a gentle knocking on her bedroom door. For a moment, she was confused, her eyes almost crusted shut, feeling more exhausted than she ever had before.

Wyll opened the door and poked his head in.

“Hey,” he said. “Sorry for waking you. Me and Astarion are going to see Gale now. Do you want to come with?”

Tav’s stomach lurched, memories of the day before flooding in.

Wyll must’ve seen something in the expression on her face, because he said, “You don’t have to, I know you must be exhausted, I just figured you’d want to know that we were going.”

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. In truth, she really, really didn’t want to go back to the hospital. Now that she knew that Gale was alive, the urgency to see him was gone. The shame in his eyes, the way he wouldn’t look at her: it was all unbearable.

But she couldn’t say no. What kind of person would she be if she refused to go and see her supposed best friend in the hospital after a suicide attempt?

She pulled back the covers and started to get to her feet.

“Are you alright?” asked Wyll. “You don’t look very well.” She paused in her movements, looking up at him. He looked conflicted. “We can absolutely wait for you if you want to come with us, but please don’t feel pressured to if you’re not feeling well. Gale wouldn’t want you to make yourself sick.”

“I should… stay…” said Tav, feeling unquestionably relieved. She was pretty sure Wyll had been intentionally giving her an out.

“Do you need anything? More water?”

“No, thanks.”

“Okay. Jen will probably check on you in a bit, alright?”

“Okay.”

“I’ll see you later.”

And with that, he left her alone. She shuffled to the end of her bed so that she could pull her curtains open. When she saw how sunny it was outside, she almost regretted it. She was so tired, and now she had another reason to feel guilty about not getting out of bed. She could almost hear her mother’s voice in her head saying “it’s a beautiful day, why are you wasting it in bed?”

“Shut up,” she muttered to herself and then she lay back down and pulled the covers over herself again.

*

Over the next few days, it became a bit of a routine. Tav was becoming an expert in finding reasons not to visit Gale in hospital. She was ill, or she had studying to do, or she had classes to go to. None of her friends ever pushed her.

It wasn’t like Gale was alone. As well as all of their flatmates, there were a whole lot of their mutual friends – Karlach, Lae’zel, Minsc – who were all too happy to take turns visiting him. Wyll was there almost every day. His mother was there doting over him too.

According to Wyll, Gale wasn’t allowed to leave until he’d done a few mandated psychiatric appointments. That made sense to her. She was glad he was getting help.

On the fourth day of Gale’s hospital stay, Tav got a text from him that made the guilt hit her stomach like a stone.

Missing you

Suddenly, every excuse that she’d used to avoid seeing him was rattling around in her brain. She was an arsehole. Why couldn’t she bring herself to go and see her friend who needed her?

She stared at the text. What could she possibly say? “Sorry, I’ve just been so busy”? That was a weak excuse. “Sorry, the thought of you dying has sent me into a depressive spiral and I can barely get out of bed most days”? Hardly something she could say over text. “I miss you too”? Then why the fuck hadn’t she gone to see him?

So she ignored it. She swallowed the clawing, anxious guilt that sat in her chest, and she ignored him.

She would never say it loud, but a part of her was so, so angry with him. They were best friends. She loved him. Why hadn’t he told her what was going on with him?

He had always been pretty arrogant. Is that what this was? Was he too prideful to admit he needed help? What had she ever done to deserve being cut out the way she had? Why hadn’t he trusted her?

She knew she was being unreasonable. Depression wasn’t fair or rational. Her friendship wasn’t enough to save him, evidently. That wasn’t his fault.

She had shed more tears over this over the past few days than she’d care to admit. Her flatmates had seen her breakdown by now more times than she could count. Still, when someone knocked on her bedroom door that evening, she did her best to scrub away the obvious tears on her cheeks.

To her relief, it was Shadowheart. She wasn’t sure she could handle the pitying way that Wyll and Astarion had taken to looking at her right now.

“Hey, can I come in?” she asked.

“Go ahead,” said Tav.

Shadowheart shut the door behind her and came and sat on Tav’s bed. “I just got back from the hospital. Gale is coming home tomorrow.”

“That’s- that’s good.” Tav’s voice was shaky and weak. Jen put a hand on her arm. “That’s…”

Tav was blinking furiously. Gale was getting out of hospital. That was good, right? She no longer needed to come up with excuses not to see him. Still, her stomach twisted with the guilt that she had managed to go for his entire hospital stay only seeing him once. Didn’t she love him? What kind of monster doesn’t go and see the person they love in hospital?

Shadowheart pulled her into a hug. Tav trembled against her, closing her eyes.

“I’m an arsehole,” she whimpered.

“No, you’re not,” said Shadowheart.

“I am. I never went to see him. I never-”

“Tav…”

“I love him, Jen.” The words burst out of her, making her heart clench. Jen, to her credit, didn’t seem at all surprised. “I love him so much and I can’t even bring myself to come and see him when he clearly needs it. What the fuck is wrong with me?”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. This is hard for all of us.”

“I’m the only one acting like this!”

“You’re closer to him than anyone. It makes sense that you would react more strongly.” Shadowheart was rubbing her back gently. Tav trembled, feeling like she didn’t deserve the comfort.

“Gale needs me.”

“Gale needs all of us. You can’t take care of him at your own expense, Tav. Gale has never been alone through this. He’s got me and Wyll and Astarion. Karlach and Lae’zel. His mum. And everyone else. Don’t ever feel like you’re abandoning him. He has so many loved ones around him to look after him. He is not alone. You need to look after yourself first.”

Tav didn’t have an answer to that. It was too late to change the past. All she could do now is try to do her best going forward.

“Wyll’s cooking tonight,” said Shadowheart. “We were thinking of watching a movie. You wanna join us?”

Tav nodded. “Yeah, okay. I’d like that.”

Next Chapter

#bg3 gale #gale x tav #gale dekarios x tav #bg3 fic #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction

[leporellian]

don giovanni modern au headcanons

'didnt you already make a modern au headcanons list like 2-3 years ago' yeah and i'll do it again baby. this time though its better

(if you're wondering i sourced all the last names from various don juan plays over The Years, except for elvira's, which is a tribute to her original actress in the moliere play.)

on don giovanni himself - giovanni tenorio is, essentially, a rich idiot with no day job. his dad is a republican congressman, and giovanni says he "disagrees" with him, but really this means "giovanni calls himself a libertarian and thinks weed should be legal while Not Caring about any of his dad's other policies". - (he will change political affiliations on a dime if he's trying to persuade/seduce someone.) - (it's also funny he's a libertarian bc he's also very much a catholic still.) - giovanni's parents are pretty excessively doting on him and refuse to believe that their sweet little angel, their only child, could be a... well, you know. in childhood his mother was excessively permissive while his father was straight up physically abusive (in the "kids these days don't get paddled like they used to" way), and while it's unclear how much of that influenced the kind of person giovanni became it seems like both parents regret their parenting in their own way. - because of his family being old money, as well as his dad's stock investments (don't tell anyone LOL), giovanni has a stupid amount of money he usually treats as entirely disposable. he has no idea how to manage it and usually spends a good amount of it buying stupid shit to entertain himself for like 5 minutes or to aid in a Scheme. - (this has led to situations where leporello will come home to find giovanni holding an umbrella cockatoo and swearing it as their new pet, for example, because giovanni thought it would be fun. and it was, for maybe about twenty-six minutes.) - also because of his dad being a rich congressman with Connections giovanni is pretty easily able to get away with everything. any time leporello questions this giovanni goes "oh it'll be just like ted kennedy" which annoys lep to NO end because he doesn't even know what to say to that - he lives together with leporello, his childhood-friend-turned-roommate-turned-possible-indentured-servant, in some stupid ass mcmansion somewhere in the chicago suburbs. i'm saying naperville for now bc naperville is like the mcmansion-slash-unhinged-rich-people-behavior capital of illinois godbless

(why does everyone in this modern au live in or around chicago? because i know that place best. personal bias sorree)

on leporello - leporello catalinon was childhood friends with giovanni, which is funny bc they're so different in terms of background and upbringing - he was born the eldest of five (his siblings are all sisters) into a working-class jewish household, not too far from where giovanni grew up. he and giovanni met in elementary school and bonded, because back when he was a kid giovanni was actually somewhat nice. - eventually giovanni got in trouble in high school doing some dumb (and in hindsight relatively harmless) shit and giovanni's parents decided being his being in a public school was the problem, so he and leporello fell out of touch when giovanni relocated to some catholic school - leporello has a passion for the archival process, so he went through college with the goal of someday becoming a historical archivist. this was a good idea in that he's good at that and a bad idea in that it left him with a bunch of debt he couldn't pay back. - while coming home the summer after college he got back in touch with giovanni, who was like 'oh hey you know you could come live with me and i won't charge rent AND i can pay off your college debt for you'. leporello was like 'oh that sounds great :)' only to realize once he moved in that Something Was Not Right About Giovanni Now, and that somehow in the six years they had fallen out of touch giovanni had become... not different but definitely lacking something. - (but at this point he'd already been roped into the abusive-friendship-slash-indentured-servitude deal and he couldn't imagine any other options. so.) - also he's autistic but you knew that already.

on elvira - elvira duparc actually grew up more near central illinois, which... for those unaware of the illinois Landscape once you get out of chicagoland it turns into 'corn and weird republican backwater towns' Fast. so she grew up in a small republican town - her family was one of the better-off there, and it was a town where everyone Knew each other. so like she was considered upper-class within the community but compared to the kind of money giovanni or even ottavio's families have it's not That much - giovanni ended up in the area while on a trip somewhere and you know how it ended up going. he neglected to tell elvira about his parents or anything so until she finds him again she has No idea his dad's a congressman - he essentially pulled a 'look at me i'm so helpless and lost all on my lonesome' sort of thing and elvira, who really is ultimately an 'i can fix him' person even if she would deny the charge, took him in. in some ways he was seemingly perfect bc he was just as catholic as her family but there was also a definite subconscious idea of Escape in that giovanni had traveled much more than she had and if she were to be his partner she'd likely go move in with him away from home - anyway he abandons her and the whole town immediately turns on her and she's gossiped about like she's the town's prime slut. so she buys a beat up volvo and gets out of dodge to go find giovanni and hold him accountable (or... fix him.) - also she's bisexual and has adhd but she doesn't know either of those things until After the plot of the opera. godbless.

on donna anna and don ottavio - anna ulloa and ottavio robinson are engaged but really they don't seem to be a good couple... anna is always rather closed off (Read: Closeted Lesbian Alert) while ottavio is. definitely says he loves anna and appears to be devoted to her but it's unclear how much he'd actually do for in a time of crisis. and Well - ottavio and giovanni were actually college buddies and their families know each other bc ottavio's dad is Also a congressman. ottavio claims he doesn't endorse any of giovanni's "tomfoolery" but at the same time his attitude about it is to essentially just ignore it. some suspect he secretly envies giovanni in some way and just never says anything about it. ottavio also seems to be trying to go into local office and work his way up to being a gov official on the same level of his old man. - actually ottavio's first Government Job was being an assistant for pedro ulloa, anna's dad, who's a county commissioner. which was how he and anna ended up meeting. - anna very much wants to hold office just like her dad. in fact she probably wants it even more than ottavio does. but she hasn't ever actually Ran for office yet and just busies herself with various government jobs. meanwhile ottavio is like, on a school board or something and is almost sort of indignant about it - anna is deep in denial about being a lesbian and tries to reason why her and ottavio are a Fine Couple Actually constantly. she's been asked on multiple occasions if she's aromantic and she's like NO... i'm just PRAGMATIC and TAKING IT SLOW that's all... but like. looks into camera We know what's going on. - (to be fair anna's parents were very distant with one another to the point you could claim Both of them were deep in some closet or another and just never fully figured it out. so anna doesn't have any baseline of what a relationship Should look like.) - (anna's dad was basically like... you know the dad from bambi? best possible comparison i can make.)

on zerlina and masetto - they're just some guys. literally - zerlina aminta and masetto batricio are two freshly-graduated-from-high-school sweethearts who are like, going into the local community college together or some shit. zerlina wants to be a schoolteacher but honestly she absolutely would teach children swears if she was able to so she's a long way from her goal. masetto... idk what masetto wants to become. a physical therapist maybe? - they haven't even voted for the first time yet so they don't actually know that much about anyone's Government Parents. like when giovanni's trying to butter up zerlina he's all like ...you know my dad could let you get anything... he's congressman tenorio... and she's like Who the fuck is that. which rubs giovanni more of a wrong way than he admits. - zerlina absolutely still reads warrior cats and could name nearly every major and minor character in my little pony: friendship is magic. note that neither of these passions are in a childish way but in a 'oh she is kind of unhinged godbless' way. - masetto is also autistic but in like the complete opposite direction of leporello. leporello is a chatty extrovert autistic who is so so desperate to please people and understand social skills. masetto is polite but beyond that he really cannot be bothered to give too much of a shit. - which means between masetto "will say the obvious thing everyone is thinking but doesn't want to say" and zerlina "has no filter and will give her honest opinion completely unprompted" they WILL collectively tear you a new one without even realizing what they're doing. leporello was around them for like 30 minutes tops and they somehow fully psychologically analyzed him and nearly drove him to tears without realizing it. (which is funny given he's like 10-11 years older than them.) - zerlina can and likes to drive like a maniac but she chooses not to most of the time <3 she wanted to be a monster truck driver when she grew up and honestly it's unknown if she ever actually gave up on that dream or not

on Other Stuff - i think giovanni dies by grease fire. he's overworked leporello to the point lep can't cook like usual, and once elvira gives her as-per-canon spiel abt him Stopping right the Fuck Now he's already got his mind off it. so when things erupt into flames he doesn't think and just shoves a whole pot of water onto it thinking That will Stop It (it didn't) - i'm not entirely sure the specifics of the statue here but i think leporello very clearly remembers that after they'd both been burned by the grease fire- leporello being in better condition than giovanni- giovanni started shrieking about pedro ulloa and "the man of stone" and started panicking about his last rites. the smoke had made leporello too woozy to see much but he does feel like Something Else Was There. who knows how much of it was real or how much of it was leporello's smoke-induced delusions - afterward when leporello was in the hospital over the whole thing giovanni's parents decided to give him the choice of either suing them or them just paying him enough money to clear both his medical bills and the leftover debt he already had so he can start anew. leporello is too tired to fight at this point so he just takes the money. he finds he has a bit left over and donates that away to women's shelters - the whole story is reported in the media as being that giovanni committed attempted assault and manslaughter, and then purposely killed himself over it with a grease fire when he realized the cops were closing in on him. the death report isn't exactly accurate but leporello doesn't know how to explain what he's seen so it just remains that way. giovanni's father resigns in disgrace a few months later because it led to the reveal of just How Many of his son's actions he was covering up. - leporello and elvira are friends of Course they are friends. she shaves off her hair and becomes a total biker butch and he ditches all the clothes giovanni got for him that he found So scratchy and uncomfortable. they both live in their own apartments now and both are visibly much happier for it - (although i do imagine the don's abuse and the nature of his death- he had a closed casket funeral, i'll say that- have left leporello with a case of ptsd) - about a year after everything goes down anna dumps ottavio and starts dating elvira like 2 weeks later LOLLLLLL... and another year on leporello finds his own partner that he loves and trusts. so. they're happy in the end even if the path there isn't smooth - you might also ask, 'wait if anna and ottavio both wanted to hold political office who got there first?' the answer is zerlina. she ran for school board and got in by sheer willpower alone like something out of looney tunes. it turns out she's way better at arguing about things than she is at actually teaching kids. GODBLESS!

#don giovanni #opera tag #rambles

[karmic-vibes]

If I Can Dream

2 - There Must Be Somewhere

cw: gender dysphoria

a/n: the chapters are short for now, but will get longer. just easing into everything. enjoy!

Year: 1984

“Hey, kiddo, how was school?” Wayne asked, gathering his belongings for work.

“It was good.” Eden kicked off her shoes and let her hair down from the dingy bun.

“No Hellfire today?” She shook her head and ran her fingers through her curls. “Okay, well, I’m off to work. Dinners in the freezer. You know the drill—call me if you need me.” She nodded, sighing. “Love you, kiddo.”

“Love you too.”

Once Wayne’s car left the driveway, Eden headed to her room, pulling her shirt off, tossing it on the bed. She turned her torso from side to side, twisting her face at her changing body. Her chest was larger, hips were wider, period annoyingly making itself known once a month.

She hated every last bit of it. She’d seen things on the news and read articles in her free time about people who felt like her. She couldn’t quite articulate how she felt, especially not to anyone in Hawkins, Indiana.

Eden felt as if she wasn’t herself. Like her body didn’t belong to her. As if she were living a lie. She was a ghost of herself—living the life everyone else expected of her. She couldn’t just be. The only thing that felt normal in her life was her attraction to boys—specifically, Steve Harrington.

What wasn’t there to love about Steve? He had eyes softer than clouds with long, thick lashes. He had a head of hair that would make nearly anyone, guys and girls alike, green with envy. He was one of the most athletic people in the school and still managed to get through (most of) his classes on the first go. He may have been a bit ditzy in some senses, but it only added to his charm.

But he would never date someone like Eden. Never, in a million years, would King Steve even look at a freak like her.

Eden’s hair was unkempt and ratty, given that she didn’t have enough money for the supplies to properly maintain it. She wasn’t smart, she didn’t consider herself very pretty, and she was a total nerd. She spent all her free time planning Dungeon and Dragons campaigns for Hellfire Club or writing music for her band. That’s one thing she considered herself good at: music—she poured her whole heart and soul into becoming a better musician.

However, even if he was willing to look past all that, he would run for the hills at the first mention of not being a girl (or at least not feeling like one). Steve very clearly liked to stay in the status quo. He was handsome, athletic, and an absolute womanizer. He was going to graduate on time, go to college, marry a nice girl, who would be a stay-at-home mom with their two kids (one boy, one girl).

Eden didn’t fit into that plan, and she accepted that, as much as it killed her.

Day in and day out she would think about the life she could live with Steve. He would go out and make the money, while she stayed home during the day, pretending to tend to the household chores. Steve would be her biggest fan, going to each and every show, cheering her on from the front row. They would have a few dogs, maybe a cat, to take care of that would consume their life (but they would be so worth it). Eden loved to daydream about her life with Steve. They would be happy. For the first time, in each of their lives, they would be happy.

Eden would be a liar if she said she didn’t think about completely changing herself to be more appealing to Steve. It was silly, sure, but if she could keep up her current charade everyday, what’s doing it for the rest of your life? Yes, she hated everything about herself, but if Steve could love her, that’s all she would ever need. Being with him would make up for it all.

Now, she wasn’t crazy or a stalker, so she never fed into her intrusive thoughts, leaving her pining from afar. But hey, a girl person, can dream, can’t she they?

#trans eddie munson #ftm eddie munson #eddie st4 #steve x eddie #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #lgbtq #gay #happy #lgbt pride #steve harrington #joe kerry #joseph quinn #stranger things #st4 #parent steddie #transgender #steddie

[bunnyypop]

Fresh Start // ppg au

—— Chapter 1: Going Home ——

⚠️warning: this backstory at first is NOT as the same as the original from the show. This au is a "slice of life" I think but with some touches I believed but you can also find this in Wattpad too ^^⚠️

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Professor Utonium's POV

I've gotten awake from an annoying alert from my clock beside my wardrobe. As I've began to get up to turn it off I begun to get ready to cook breakfast for my kids and show them some stuff I've wanted to train them for to became the next greatest heroic citizen ever (here I like to portrait Professor as a samurai but he's still a scientist!) as I went downstairs to the kitchen one of my daughters were already in a seat, it was Bunny and she's 2 years of age but I do take care of her while my 3 younger daughters Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup went to preschool while with Bliss in the highschool, only at 15 years of age, I'm proud of my kids and I'll always love them but some days they'll need this training for protective services and they'll definitely need it whenever Townsville is in trouble for villains who dare to struck the city. But for now none of that matters but i'll train my other 3 daughters first, I've already trained Bliss and I'm happy for her success at the moment. But for Bunny, I've never met her before the girls told me I was kinda disappointed that they've decided to create a child to do their duties without my permission. But every kid is a blessing and so as her.

"Daddy! What are we having for breakfast?" my middle child Bubbles asked me with an brief smile a crossed her face. "I'll be ready soon. How about you, Blossom, and Buttercup go and play along while I make it for you?" she nodded as she'd left the kitchen peacefully. I've began to start cooking something simple for them as I began to get the table ready.

The girls came a few seconds later after I was done, now we've all sat down and eat breakfast together. I've trained them well and take care of them, it's not easy being a single father but it was really nice taking care of them. I love my kids very much.

End of Backstory! Hope you've enjoyed it! But that's not all of what's happening in the story as you read about them now in Townsville!

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Blisstina's POV (currently 25 now)

Today I'm baking cookies for my family to thank them for having them by my side when I needed them the most. They're my friends but my best friends.. I'll never leave them but now that I've came back from college I can visit them now! Probably will stay over for a couple of days though. I mean I don't have anything else to do since Brax has already have a job and so do I.. but I don't know how I should explain to them,,

I've began to clock out until I've came across my ginger headed little sister in front of me. I know how  she'd find out about my new job 😭 does she have like some sort of new power I don't know about.. but anyways, I greeted her in excitement because it's been 10 years since we've seen each other. And she'd look so adorable!! I'm very proud of myself as a big sister to all of the girls. They always wear the clothes I pick out for them too even if they didn't like it and I could literally cry right now I swear this is too sweet.. oops I'm still talking to myself

"Hey Bliss! I've heard you work at the new Bakery that just came out in Townsville! And you're so pretty in your working clothes" Blossom said as she'd came to hug me. Oof... they've gotten bigger than I've excepted I'm guessing she's 15 now due to the fact that it's been 1" years. Professor is probably in his late 40's or something and I already know that Bunny is 12 now I'm guessing, but still I can't wait to meet my family! It's been so long since the lessons and understandings of becoming a new hero (well what my father said).

"I sure am! And by the way, we don't have to walk we can drive my car since it's easier there" I got up and grabbed my car keys as we both left the building together looking for my car. Well my van since I wanted to ride it because I gave Brax my Chervy to go to work with. But I couldn't complain I mean at least I was driving something than nothing!

as we kept walking... Blossom stopped to tell me something.

"Oh and by the way Bliss, if you're going to be driving I'm going to have to assist you to where you need to go since we kinda.... moved."

Well shit.

#ppg fanfic #ppg fanfiction #powerpuff girls #ppg #blossom ppg #ppg bubbles #buttercup ppg #ppg au #fanfic #chapter one #the powerpuff girls

[writingcold]

Neapolitan Pt. 4

A/N: Welcome to Pt. 4.  If you’ve not read the first three parts, here you go:  Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3.  I have to say, this part has the first Jake blurb in it.  Yeah.  Enough said there.  As always, I apologize for any errors, typos.  I keep combing through this beast and it’s to the point where I want to set it on fire.

Yup - once again: I’m going to put this in here - I do not know any of the gentlemen of GVF.  This is a piece of fiction, through and through.  Jake is just my blueprint to a very interesting character to me.  A muse if you will. 

Content Warnings:  Alcohol use, strong language, adult situation.  More sex.  The angst arrives.  Please be aware, there are memories of violence in this part.  Violet is more damaged than she appears to be.  

Word Count: approx. 5500 words.

Pt. 4

     Violet felt fed.  She had a delicious, aching throb in her core and soreness in her limbs that made her close her eyes and picture Jake’s face at its most feral and wonder.  She had woken to him curled around her, completely spent.  It was nice to sneak down the stairs and just make breakfast for two.  His sleepy face was adorable, there was no doubt that the man was pretty in all sorts of facets.  

     She had breezed into LPs after dropping Jake off with a kiss and a smile.  Tony was sitting at the bar, coffee in front of him and a mound of paperwork.

     “I should just make you bar manager and get the fuck over it,”  he said with a sigh.

     “Oak Hills pays better,”  she said as she moved behind the bar in search for his source of coffee.  “Besides, this is still ‘temporary’, remember?”

      “I know…  Hey, do you know anything about this Jana Perkins?  She’ll be here in fifteen minutes or so,”  he asked, eyes on his computer screen.

      “Is that Mark’s daughter?”  she asked, the face of a former classmate in her mind.

      “I think so.”

      She shook her head as she poured herself a cup before sitting down next to her boss.  Mark was two years ahead of her in school.  To think that there were people she was in school with had eighteen year old kids made her feel old.  The fact that it was also a guy she had gone to fucking homecoming with her sophmore year made her feel antique.

     He slid the laptop in her direction, open to the liquor distributor.  “How many are coming this year?  I still feel bad I only had two openings for your friends.”

     This was their dance.  She had bought her parent’s place five years prior.  The first summer, she quickly established a new tradition where several of her friends from work and college would descend on the house for a week.  By year three, several of the friends had purchased RVs and campers.  Tony would always give them the friends and family break to those who could fit into his campground for those who couldn’t park in her yard.  

     “Actually, there’s only going to be six RVs this year,”  she said with a nod.  “Eighteen total visitors.  Trey and Lucy are due any day now and Mick and Lukas are doting on their daughter as we speak, so a lighter crowd.”

     She shrugged, but knowing that this year in particular was going to be interesting since her big step back did her no favors with a few of her friends.  Ali was going to call her out on her shit as she had been doing since she left Madison.  The woman just did not understand that a step back or a redirect was not the same as quitting.  

     “What’s up with these guys that were here this week, Vi?  Someone said they’re a really big deal,”  he asked, standing up with an old man groan.

     “Yup,”  she said with a nod as she was jotting down selections for her libations.  “They are a band.  A very good band.  Nice guys, too.”

     He raised his eyebrows at her as he poured himself another cup of coffee.  “Nice guys.  That’s all you got for me?  Don’t think I didn’t notice that you had one strolling in here after you yesterday.”

     “Thanks, dad.  They’re up here writing.  They’re the ones renting Margie’s place,”  she said with a shrug.  “You’re probably not going to see them too much on the busy nights.”

     He did not like her answer.  “Maybe, if this kid works out, I’ll put her on weekend days and move Tom to Wednesday and Thursday nights.  She’s too young to leave in here alone those nights.”

     “Tom’s not going to like that and will probably quit.”

     “Damnit.”

     “Boss problems suck ass.  Sorry, boss.  What about Bonnie?  I heard she left Guilties.  She’d be perfect for the Thursday crowd.  She’d probably draw some regulars in on Wednesdays, too.”

     He shook his finger at her like she was onto something.  “I’ll give her a call in a bit.  Sure I can’t lure you in as manager?”

    “Oh hell no, Tony,”  she said with a shake of her head.

    Mark’s daughter came and went.  She was the typical eighteen year old looking for money for college.  She already had a full time job at the grocery, but was looking to pad her wallet for her first semester away.  Violet agreed to train her in the pending Wednesday and Thursday, with the understanding that they were training days only and her schedule would change as needed.  

     “You running out to the course next?”  Tony asked as she started to play with her keys.

     She nodded.  “Yeah, then stopping in town to see the folks.  Monday supper and all.”

    Tony and her dad had been long time friends, so at the mention of her parents he smiled.  “Hey tell your dad he needs to come for a visit, huh?”

     She waved at him as she walked out to her next work stop of the day.  Passing Margie’s place, she grinned like she could feel Jake’s presence emitting out of the house.  It was either that or the chaotic nature of them as a whole reaching out for her to drag her into some scenario that she still couldn’t believe she was a part of.

***

Jake’s POV

     Jake had not seen the early side of ten in the morning as a willing participant in some time. However, waking to the smell of eggs and toast, as well as to the lovely Violet’s smile and tits, was just the icing on the cake.  She dropped him off with a smile and a kiss that nearly tempted him into taking her right there in the driveway.  The woman fucked him like a possessed angel and he felt surprised and satisfied.  He was near the need of whistling as he breezed into the kitchen.  

     Josh was at the kitchen island like an old man waiting for the prodigal son to get his punk ass home.  He smiled wide as he grabbed a glass of water.

     “So the asshole returns,”  his twin sighed, looking at him with a hard face.

     “Love you, big brother,”  Jake said, unable to hide his wide smile.

     Josh glared at him.  “Really?”

     “What?”  Jake asked sharply, not really expecting this from his twin, let alone before noon.

     Josh set down his pen and leaned back in his chair like he was a sherpa about to school him.  Jake rolled his eyes and started to head to the deck for a smoke.

     “Jake,”  Josh said following him.  “We all like Violet.  Why are you-”

     “Not your business, Joshua.”

     “Kinda is as you’re gonna be fucking off a friend – again,”  he said quietly.

     “Name one-”

     “Carri, Ryki, Myke, Nicole, Ravi, Molly, Arika, Stevie, Mel, Steph to start.”

     Jake felt his ire rise in the back of his neck.  “Thanks for the roster, ass munch.”

     “I’m just saying, Jake.  Every damn time we land in a place, even if it’s for a week or two, you have to literally fuck up friendships with those the rest of us would actually like retain.”

     “I like Violet,”  he said, not really looking at his brother.  “She’s a friend.  She just happens to be a friend I like to fuck.”

     Josh’s eyes closed against his sentiment.  “Damn, Jake.  We’re thirty years old.  Perhaps it’s time you get past the whole man whore phase?”

     Jake hiked his heels up on the rail, leaning way back in his chair.  “I happen to like this phase.”

     “You know she’s nursing a hurt, Jake.  Even you have to be able to see it,”  Josh remarked, his lip curled in disbelief.

     “I get to be the one that can make her feel good right now,”  Jake said with a very wide smile.

     “Just do not cause that woman more harm,”  his twin said softly.

     “What the hell is that supposed to mean?  I haven’t caused harm-”

     “Every single one, Jake,”  Josh whispered.

     “Well that’s fucking news to me,”  he scoffed.

     “Why do you think we can’t continue being friends with those people?  Damn, I know you’re not that thick in that skull of yours.”

     “Don’t worry about this one, then, she’s the one that put the time limit on my ass,”  Jake sniped with a pointed look.

     Sam’s voice in the kitchen broke through the conversation.  Jake seethed at his twin until the youngest strolled out to join them, oblivious to their argument.  Josh was not done, but Jake did not need him wrecking the rest of the day with idiotic revelations that he kinda doubted to begin with.

     “Did you see that I got that riff finished?”  Jake asked Sam, effectively cutting Josh off and shifting the focus back to work.

***

Violet’s POV

     She was just home when her phone chimed with a text.  Violet took the time to put away her groceries and put away the dishes before she finally picked up her phone to find that Jake had texted.

J:  Chocolate on Sunday?

V:  It’d be my pleasure

J:  Does this mean we can’t have vanilla during the week?

     She smiled wide.  He liked their vanilla.  It had been obvious after their first round, followed by their second on the deck and the searing morning sex…  Getting a glass of water, she made her way out to the deck.  Her heart raced a bit at the thought that this man was affecting her in this way.  Sitting down with her laptop and the paperwork she retrieved from the course, she glanced at her phone.  She needed to be working, not thinking of Jake.  

      Violet opened up the work schedule spreadsheet and the timecard sheets to settle in to actually work.  Her eyes strayed to the phone that sat staring at her on the table.  

      “Fuck,”  she whispered, reaching for the flowery cased piece of evil that would distract her until she answered the pretty man.

V:  Vanilla can be anytime

***

     After working until nearly midnight, followed by dragging her ass out of bed at six to be at work out at the golf course by eight, Violet was already tired and it was only ten.  Parking the employee cart, she walked to the desk to look at the scheduled tee times.  Puffing out her cheeks after seeing it was going to be a packed day, she felt her eyes drop on D. Wagner.  There was a plus one next to it.  She had done all of the times for Danny and none of them included a ‘plus one’.  It was her handwriting, but the addition was someone else’s and it bothered her.  Squeezed into the corner there was a symbol for club rental.  Looking at her phone, she was tempted, but her attention was diverted by actual work.

     Ninety minutes later, Violet found herself coordinating with Roddy, the superintendent as two of his guys quit and there was a wedding party that had rented out the venue for the weekend.  She promised that she would find two to cover, somehow, so that the course would not suffer, nor would the crew.  She watched as Danny was walking up with his clubs in tow and Jake at his side.  Her soft intake of breath barely steadied her as the whispered memory of how his mouth curved as he moved across her body played in her mind.  Neither man had seen her, affording her a chance to just take him in with his hair in a braid, sporting what must have been one of Danny’s polo shirts as it was blatantly obvious that the man hated wearing the garment as it rode up on his neck that he continually pulled down at.  The fact that it was strawberry ice cream pink made her smile and wonder if he did that on purpose.  Although, pink against his tanned skin made her drool a bit.

     “Hello Violet!”  a voice from behind her called out.

     Cursing, she did not want to be wrenched from her thoughts but turned and smiled as she was greeted by friends of her dad.  She smiled and listened, and answered their questions about how he was doing in his retirement.  Violet’s eyes turned towards the windows of the pro shop, seeing Jake, eyes trained on her.  Her thoughts fuzzed over, just taking his presence in, all the while trying to focus on the couple who were chatting along.  

     “Sorry to interrupt, but Vi, you’re needed in the bar,”  Simon, one of the shop clerks, said politely, grabbing her attention.

      She smiled as she said her good-byes with a promise to pass along a hello to her father.  She was half hoping that it would be Jake and Danny waiting for her, but it was work.  Violet glanced at her phone knowing that they were already out on the course.  

     An hour after the bar incident with the broken tapper, and the guy who was two hours late for his tee time that threw a fit, followed by a ladies’ group being offended by the guy who was two hours late, a text pinged her phone.

J - You looked so damn good for the second I got to see you.  All I can see is your ass bouncing so pretty for me.

     She smiled into the phone, feeling heat instantly wash over her body with the fresh memory.  She slid the phone back into her pocket to put out the next issue, all the while hoping that she would have reason to go out on the course itself.  Settling into the afternoon after a quick lunch, she slipped into the office, finishing the bit of paperwork she had not finished the night before.  At three, Violet did her last check in with the superintendent, as well as the golf pro and his assistants.  The shop was beginning their late afternoon routines and the kitchen was closed after the lunch group.  She walked into the small bar and noticed that Danny and Jake were walking in from eighteen green, their faces holding wide smiles and toasty looking cheeks.  Danny set his clubs on the rack on the edge of the patio area, while Jake stepped inside to turn in his borrowed clubs.

     “Hey, Blake,”  she said to the bartender who was busy with a few customers.  “I’m taking these for the guys out there.  They are on me, got it?”

     He nodded and waved as she grabbed a couple of bottles of beer.  She stood at the door looking out into the pro shop, eyes on Jake’s ass as he talked Emmy.  The plans were scrolling through her brain and he had no idea that she was there.  Giving a soft whistle to capture his attention, she held up the beers and pointed to the patio.  

     “Hi, Danny,”  she said as she walked outside.  “Got something for you.”

     His dark eyes sparkled.  “Hey, Vi.  Thanks.”

     He gave her a side hug, all hot from the sun and outdoors.  The heat on his skin smelled delicious.  “Did you have fun out there today?”

     “Yeah,”  he said as he sat down.  “It was perfect.”

     Jake’s firm hand slid across her hip.  “Hello, gorgeous,”  he whispered against her ear.

     She held the beer up for him to take.  “Jake.”

     “What, none for you?”  he asked as he sat across from Danny.

     “Working.  Still,”  she said with a nod.  “Where are the other two maniacs today?”

     “Sam wanted to grocery shop, so Josh volunteered to go,”  Dan said, laughing at the pair. 

     “They like to fight over stupid shit the whole time,”  Jake laughed.  “They’ve been known to get into slap fights in aisle three - no matter what’s there.”

     “Hey, Violet, you should come to dinner tonight.  Sam’s cooking,”  Danny said with a huge smile like he beat Jake in something.

      She looked at Jake, making eye contact that threatened to scorch her skin.  “I don’t know if I would trust Sammy with a knife, let alone food.”

      “Actually, I think you’d really like it.  He’s a better cook than I am,”  Jake conceded.  

      “I don’t know,”  she said leaning in so only the two of them could hear.  “There’s enough dicks around when it’s just the four of you.  But to be around a whole household of them?  It may be too much.” 

      Danny cheeks blazed red and Jake slapped a hand over his mouth as she stepped away from the table with a soft laugh.  She waved at Blake who was trying to capture her attention back in the bar.  

      “Gotta work and all,”  she said, shooting a pointed look back at Jake.  “What time you want me there?”

      Danny struggled to recover.  Jake cleared his throat loudly.  “Seven,”  he said, shifting in his seat.

      Violet smiled at him over her shoulder.  Wrapping up her day, she headed for home.  Jake had started a barrage of texts featuring all things vanilla - ice cream, extract, milk shakes, cookies, candy, soda, even the damn vanilla beans, but placed in weird areas.  Apparently, that was a thing.  

      Ten to seven and she was sitting on her deck, eyes on the little basket she had put together for the invite.  She was nothing if not polite.  Scooping up the gift, she made her way to her truck.  She was a bit nervous to head to their place.  She had never been inside when it was Margie’s home.  As nice as that woman was, she did not share her wealth with her neighbors and certainly did not truly socialize with them either.  She was one of those rich old ladies that would probably eviscerate you for wanting to sit and have tea with her in her living room, but would laugh and have fun if it was not anywhere near her place.  Perhaps the dick pictures were her comfort and the reason no one was ever invited - not ever.

     Following the long drive way up onto the hill, she liked how it seemed like every light was on inside.  It certainly looked warm and full of life, not like in past years.  When she slid out from behind the steering wheel, she had basket in hand and was busy straightening her little sundress when the door flew open.

      “Welcome!”  Josh’s sharp voice boomed from the door.

      She smiled at him as he danced towards her, drink in hand.  His tanned face was comforting in its widest smile.  He leaned into her, kissing her cheek while he wrapped a hand across her shoulders to guide her forward.  The chaos that was the inside of the house and the guys overwhelmed her immediately.  Between Sam yelling from the kitchen and Josh talking about who the asshole was that decided white furniture was a perfect fit for their group and Dan moving around on the back patio seemingly setting the table, Jake was nowhere to be seen.  The pictures that were hanging on the walls immediately made her want to start to hunt for the fabled dick pics.  

      “Wow, is that for us?”  Sam asked, standing with a knife in hand and apron tied to his thin waist.  “You didn’t have to do that.”

      “Gotta be polite,”  she said, holding out the basket of veggies from her garden and a bottle of wine.

      He turned to set the knife down before wiping his hands with the apron.  His eyes scanned everything in the basket, his mouth in a little oooo as he spied things he could use.  Music filled every inch of the open space and she imagined it was pumping outside, too.  She waved at Danny through the glass as Josh appeared before her with a glass as an offering.

      “Whiskey, rocks, for the pretty lady,”  he said with flair.

      “Thank you,”  she said with a curtsey.  “How was your shopping adventure?”

      “Oh my god.  I don’t know how you survive up here, Vi,”  Sam started, chopping onions like a pro.  “I mean, it was fine and all, but I forget how limited you can be away from the city.”

      “Don’t get snotty on me, Sticks,”  she said.

      “Not trying to be snotty, but how am I supposed to cook when half my shit is not available up here?  I mean, I guess I can drive the extra hour over to whatever the name of the town is, but…”

     She took Josh’s offered arm as he led her away.  “Nickel tour?” he asked as he deliberately walked off as his brother was talking to them.

     Lowering her voice to a whisper like she was a conspirator, she leaned into him.  “I’ve never been here, so yeah.  As long as you show me the dick pics, we’re good.”

     Josh snorted as they moved away.  He took her through the living room, dining and kitchen area, back to the formal sitting room, the small library, to the two suites on the main level that he and Sam had claimed.  Josh explained that Danny, for the sake of his sanity, had taken the three rooms upstairs and no one was allowed up there.  She laughed and agreed that it was a wise “motherly” choice.  

     “Jake’s the troll,”  he joked, opening the basement door.  “He took the rooms down here so as to be closer to the - well, you’ll see.”

     She followed him down the stairs into a wide open room that had their equipment neatly organized.  He pointed to the right, explaining that they had set up a studio for them before their arrival, so as to …

     Violet wanted to listen, but the sound of Jake playing acoustic guitar captured her ear.  She was aware of what the band sounded like, and had listened to them often while working in the bar.  She enjoyed their sound very much.  But this - whatever he was playing was symphonic.  

     “Oh,”  he said with a smile.  “He’s...”

     “What is that?”  she asked, turning her body in the opposite direction.

     “Just running through his ruminations,”  Josh said, nudging her forward.  “That’s his room anyway.  Hey, Jakey!”

     The sound cut immediately.  She stepped forward towards the partially open door.

     “Go away, prick,”  Jake grumbled from inside, obviously not happy to be interrupted. 

     “See, I told you.  Total troll.”  He moved in front of her pushing open the door the rest of the way and disappearing inside. 

      When her eyes landed on Jake, he was sitting on the bed, guitar in his lap, headphones on and a cross look focused on his brother.  The annoyance faded as he looked up, the light catching the side of his face to highlight the faint pink he had caught on his cheeks earlier in the day.

     “Hey,”  he said, whipping off the headphones.  “I didn’t realize that it was that time already.”

     “That was really beautiful,”  she said, her voice soft.

     “Yeah, yeah,”  Josh cut in.  “His magnum opus and all that.  He only has one of those every year or so.”

     Sam was yelling down the basement stairs at all three of them that dinner was ready and to get their asses up there or he’d feed their food to the forest.  Josh snarked something as he walked out, but Violet’s focus was on Jake and the way he just glowed.  She watched as he set his guitar aside on its stand and moved towards her.  Without a word, he leaned in, pressing her to the wall with a kiss.  The heat from his body flooded her.  The softness of his mouth pulled her into a realm that welcomed her as equal.

      She breathed in him.  His hair.  His skin.  His clothes.  His space.  He smiled against her mouth before he deepened his kiss, truly pinning her to the wall without even a hand on her.

      “Hello,”  he whispered, landing one more kiss on the corner of her mouth.  

      “Goddamn,”  she whispered back as he took her hand in his and led her out of the room and back upstairs.

      Dinner was amazing.  The patio looked out over the woods to the west.  When they had sat down, the sun was just below the treeline, casting color across the open field and back at them.  Violet was swept up in an hour of music and scratch bolognese, with Sam pointing out that he used her veggies for the salad, and wine they were enjoying was of her fine selection.  Jake and Danny cleared the table and were inside cleaning up.

     “I made sure I was extra messy to keep them busy.  Imagine, going and playing golf when there were chores to be done?”  Sam said, hands on hips, as she filled his glass from across the table.

     “I know, right?  All that shopping and putting shit away,”  Josh added with a nod.  “How was your day, my lovely?”

     “Good.  I had to call the cops on these rock and roll guys that were being a total menace, but other than that…”  She smiled as the two inside had turned towards them with hands raised.  “Nah, it was fine.  Just typical course bs.”

     “So what do you do in your real life, Violet?”  Josh asked, an eyebrow raised in a challenge.

      “Why do you ask?”  she asked, keenly aware that everyone was listening in.

      “Yeah.  I’m asking because I want to know what I’m dealing with here,”  he said, lifting his glass.  “I don’t buy into you being a bartender and course manager.  There’s nothing wrong with those jobs, but they just don’t seem ‘you’.  So, I’m asking - what do you do in your real life?”

      “Josh,”  Jake’s soft voice came from behind her.

     “No, it’s okay.”  Violet shifted and sat up straighter.  “He’s right.  I am a pediatric cardiac surgical nurse, by trade.”

      Josh smiled and nodded.  “Well, hello, lovely Violet.  I fucking knew you were a genius.”

     The rest of the evening played out like they were at the bar - dancing, playing around, and being loud about everything.  At some point, Sam and Josh were adventuring in the open field like they were explorers out on the savanna in the last remaining rays of sunshine.  Jake sat with a smoke beside her, his hand tracing circles on her hand.  

      “I’d like you to stay tonight,”  he said in her ear as Danny stood up to retrieve more wine for everyone.

      “I’d like that,”  she answered, taking his smoke for a long drag.

      “What time do you have to work tomorrow?”  he asked, as if making small talk.

      “Not until ten.  Then back to the bar at four to train the new girl,”  she answered.  “So, I have some time to play.”

      He glanced at his phone and immediately crushed his cigarette.  “Night all!”  he called out, grabbing her hand and nearly yanking her inside.

     Holding the door to the basement open for her, he swatted at her butt as she laughed.  Violet flew down the stairs, feeling lighter than she had in years.  The spin of the wine and Jake’s playfulness felt right.  He grabbed her hand from behind and drew her in and spun her around, all the while just laughing.  Her heart felt warm.  Her skin was hot and wanting to be touched.

      He danced with her into his room, both hands dragging her little sundress up above her head.  She opted for a matching set of undies, knowing that he would see them at some point.  The look that twinkled in his eyes as he took in the baby soft blue and white lace that barely held her covered made her coo at the sight of him taking her in.  He pushed her gently towards his room as he stripped out of his very worn t-shirt.  He was tugging his belt open as she turned towards him, catching his mouth in a panty melting kiss.  He hummed against her as he stripped out of his pants.  He took her hips and steered her to his bathroom.  

     “I…”  he paused as she swept her tongue against his bottom lip.  “I want to watch…”

     Her hand cupped his balls through his boxers, deliberately palming his shaft roughly.  His face froze for a fraction of a second as the softest moan escaped his mouth.  It was like he hadn’t been touched forever.  He grabbed her and spun her so her ass was pressed against him.  Gently, he placed her palms onto the counter and quickly discarded her bra.  Her breath came in waves as he looked at her through the mirror.  His eyes were impossibly dark as his tongue flicked across his mouth.  

      His rough hands slid her panties down, painfully slow as he lowered himself to his own knees to remove them.  He kissed her ass cheeks, giving them a tiny, soft nibble before rising, his tongue dragging across the skin of her spine all the way to her neck.  He bit into her neck, making her shiver.  One hand drifted around the ridge of her hip, while the other cupped her breast.  His fingers brushed back and forth across the nipple before pinching it just as his other hand pulled her hips back against him and dipped into her folds.  

      “You’re already fucking drenched,”  he breathed against her, slipping his fingers into her.  

      He tapped her feet apart before sliding out of his boxers and lining up to her.  Violet was chin to chest as he shoved his length in, driving hard up into her.  His fingers ghosted up her spine, to land in her hair and gripping at the base of neck.  

     “Look at you,”  he gasped, bringing her head up so as to see herself in the mirror.  “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

      Her heart exploded at the sight.  He was wailing into her, his hair feral and his face catching the low light just right to show his own beauty.  Her tits bounced hard, matching how her ass bounced against him with each strike.  His fingers tugged at the hair on the back of her head in the most delicious manner.

     Looking at his face in the mirror sent waves of lust through her core.  He lifted his chin, letting his hair fall behind him in a curtain, and exposing his neck.  Her breath caught.  Her brain started to scatter as her memory flashed and bubbled before her in a warning.  Another time.  Another man.  But this man was not slamming into her for fun.  This man wore evil in his eyes and hate within his heart.  She began to gasp, leaning forward against the vision that refused to clear her brain.

      “Hey,”  Jake whispered to her, stopping deep within her.  “Violet?”

      Blood drenched her memory.  She drew in a shuddering breath as he pulled away from her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and drawing her against him. 

     “Did I do something wrong?”  he asked as he guided her to the bed.  She remained quiet against him.  “Violet, we can’t move on without you talking to me.”

      Her core quivered and her heart ruptured in shame.  “Sorry.  Sorry, Jake,”  she stammered.  “Just dead memories.  I wasn’t-”

     He hushed her while holding her tight.  “Never be sorry.  I picked a scar that I didn’t know was there.  Don’t ever feel sorry to say ‘stop’ or ‘no’ to me.  Not to anyone.”

     He pulled her to lay down next to him, wrapped tight in his embrace.  His hands smoothed her hair back from her face and pressed into her skin in soothing strokes and circles. She refused to let her emotions rule her and dictate to her what she could be with this man.  Closing her eyes, she drew in his scent, his touch.

     “Okay?”  he asked, finally making eye contact with her.  

     “Sorry,”  she started, then ground her teeth together, knowing it was not what he wanted to hear.  “Damn it.”

     “Our vanilla is a way to build trust, not just get to know each other,”  he said, voice soft and calm.  “Am I right?”

     She nodded as his mouth brushed over her hair.

     “It would be stupid to think at thirty that there wouldn’t be some kind of hang up or baggage,”  he continued.

     “Thirty four, actually,”  she corrected.

     “Oooooo,”  he grinned, knowing that she was coming back from where she had been dragged off to against her will.  “Older woman, no less.  That’s so fucking sexy.

      “I’m not done learning you.  I have a feeling I’ll run out of time before I learn all there is to know about this incredible amusement park of a body of yours,”  he said, his voice growing husky.  “I’d very much like to continue.  How about you?”

       She rose up on her elbow, looking down at him.  His eyes were kind.  His smile was full of mischief.  Violet danced her fingers across his stomach and up over his chest.  He had diffused the memory without even knowing or wanting her to extrapolate what that memory was or how it harmed her.  She traced her finger down his jaw, tugging his face closer to her.

      She let out a soft breath against his mouth.  “Absolutely.”

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"New School, New Friends"

Previously

Will. Will Vandom."the red haired girl said a bit shyly. " Nice to meet you Will, here have a cookie." The asian girl said giving Will a fortune cookie "What's this?" The redhead said "It's a fortune cookie, we gave that to every new students this year." Hay Lin said with a smile"Since you are new here, I thought it would be a good idea to give it to you, well. See you tomorrow Will. Bye."Hay Lin said as she walks away with a smile on her face.

Now

It was a beautiful morning, the sun was rising, the birds were chirping, the kids and teenagers are getting ready for their schools, and parents are getting ready for work it was all a normal morning.. Until..

*Insert Red Like Roses 2 covered by Leeandlie playing on the phone*(I use that song as a alarm clock! :D)

the song kept playing until Will turn it off with her hand.

"Did mom just turned on my alarm before I came here. But since it's the first day*Yawn* guess I better wake up.. " Will whispers to herself as she wakes up to get ready for the first day.

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At Heatherfield College

"Whoa, this place is big... " Will whispers to herself as she saw the school. Heatherfield College.

"Will!! " A familiar voice yelled out to her as she turned around and saw Hay Lin running towards her and gave her big hug. "I'm so happy to see you Will! " The asian girl said, Will nodded looked away shyly, the dark purple haired girl pulled herself away from the redhead and grabs her hand. "H-hey! What are you doing?!" Will said," I wanted to meet my friends-" just as Hay Lin was about it to finished her sentence,the bell rings signaling it's class time. "Aww come on! " Hay Lin pouted, Will smiled awkwardly at Hay Lin but realize something.

'Wait, I'm going to be late for class!'Will thought "Oh, What class that your in Will?"Hay Lin asked"Umn, science? " Will said"Oh, I take you there! "Hay Lin said cheerfully as she grabbed Will's hand again and started running. 'Welp, guess I'm going to suffer from this for now... 'The redhead thought in her mind.

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At lunch(Because I'm lazy af)

at lunch the students of Heatherfield College ate some food while Will needed to find a place to sit, only to be called by..

"Will!" The asian girl said waving her hand catching the redhead's attention, Will saw Hay Lin at the table with 4 other girls.

The 1st girl has long blonde hair and light blue eyes. Her name is Cornelia Hale.

The 2nd girl has shoulder length, light-brown, slightly wavy hair, and greenish-blue eyes. Her name is Irma Lair.

The 3rd girl has blue-black hair, brown eyes, and wears black glasses. Her name is Taranee Cook.

The last girl has straw-blonde hair worn in braids and gray-blue eyes. Her name is Elyon Brown.

"Will, over here!" Hay Lin cheers waving her hand at the redhead. 'Oh god, not againWill blinks before going somewhere to be on her own.

"Hay Lin, you scared her.. " Cornelia said looking at the direction where Will left "I get her"The blonde haired girl said getting up and left going after Will leaving the others alone

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With Will

Meanwhile with Will, she was at the courtyard of the school and ate her lunch.

'So much for making a new friend.. Hay Lin was pretty nice but she kinda scared me to say the least.. 'Will thought as she ate her sandwich, unknown to her Cornelia walked towards her with a blank on her face. " Hello. "Cornelia said catching Will's attention "Um, hi? "Will said awkwardly" You must be the new girl right? I'm Cornelia Hale. "The blonde haired girl said" Will. Will Vandom. "The redhead said awkwardly while looking at her, Cornelia noticed it.

"Will? You alright?" Cornelia said, Will nodded "I'm fine."Will said'Never met anyone who was concerned about me ever since that " day"... 'Will thought to herself.

Cornelia's POV(Point Of View)

Will Vandom.. That's an odd name for an odd girl like her.. But then again she wasn't the first one who was transferred here, Taranee was transferred here too..

She wasn't even interesting, I mean she's a tomboy but... gosh why is she so cute..

Narrator POV

"Will, I have to apologize about Hay Lin, I know she scared you but I have to let you know that she have good intentions. " Cornelia said as she sat next to Will who is looking away. Before she could say anything the bell rangs. "Well, I guess we talk later, I introduce you to my friends later? " Cornelia said as she standing up "Yeah,I bye Cornelia. " Will said and before she left"Will wait!" Cornelia said catching Will's attention "Yeah? " Will said in confusion "I was in the same class as you, I could take you there if you wanted. " The blonde haired girl said taking Will's hand and her eyes widened a bit.

'Her hand.. it's so soft and warm- wait what am I thinking?! She's just a new girl jeez!'She thought to herself little did she know that Will heard it 'S-she thinks my hands are soft?! oh god' Will thought embarrassingly to herself.

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After music class

With Will she was walking with Cornelia to meet the other Cornelia notice that Will looked a bit said.

"Will, you alright? " The blonde asked concern for the redhead"Yeah, I'm fine"Will said. "Will! " A familiar voice shout, Both Will and Cornelia perked up and saw Hay Lin running towards them with Irma, Taranee and Elyon.

"We we're wondering when did you two take so long? " Irma said panting while catching up to Hay Lin who was hugging Will.

"Will! I'm sorry for scaring you this morning! " Hay Lin said"It's fine, but can you stop hugging me for a second? "Will said quietly but Hay Lin heard it " Oh right." and let go of her. "I see that you met Cornelia" The asian girl said prefering to the blonde "This is Irma" Hay Lin said prefering to Irma"Hello! "Irma said " This is Taranee. "Hay Lin said prefering to Taranee, the blue haired girl waved shyly at the redhead "And This Elyon Brown."The asian girl prefering to the straw-blonde haired girl. " Hi."Elyon said to Will with a smile on her face.

Hay Lin hugged Will "We're gonna be best friends for a whole year right Will?! " Hay Lin said excitedly to Will who was flustered at Hay Lin's antics.

"Don't worry Will, Hay Lin can be like that sometimes. " Elyon said to Will, remembering what had happened to Taranee."It's fine..it's fine"Will said, not knowing the strange look she got from Cornelia.

To be continue..

#w.i.t.c.h. #hay lin #will vandom #cornelia hale #taranee cook #elyon brown #irma lair #cornalia x will #will x cornelia #yandere girl #w.i.t.c.h. fanfiction #willnelia #haytara #yandere cornelia x will

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That Flower Was You

pairing: Son Dongju (Xion)/Kim Geonhak (Leedo)

word count: 8.2k

Equal fluff and angst, I'd say

summary: After an innocuous conversation with Hyunjin, Dongju begins to question what he likes to wear and what that means for who he is. What follows is a tumultuous period of internal self-discovery and change. At the same time, Dongju continues to deal with his feelings for Geonhak, and there are a lot of those. His roommates and friends are all very aware of all those feelings, much to his dismay.

a/n: Inspired by this fic on ao3 by gardenjins! Also crossposted on ao3. In the texting sections other characters will be bold and Dongju will be regular text. Fulfilling the clownracha quarterly prompt: new year, nugu

Dongju had plenty of friends his age at college. So many of them were so cool that he had to befriend at least some. Currently, his dearest of those was Hwang Hyunjin. Of course, Hyunjin had xyr own set of friends, and boyfriends and partners of all ages. Dongju was proud to say they had regular contact, so he wasn't surprised when he received a random picture with no other message attached.

He opened it, walking back from class one day, and was surprised to see Hyunjin in a pretty little skirt. Xe was clearly standing in a dressing room and was typing while Dongju stared.

do you think i should get it?

why me specifically

gc is 50/50 split, so you’re the chosen one

i totally think you should, it’s really pretty

that’s what i said! good financial choices mean nothing when i can have pretty clothes

And that was where the conversation ended for the day. For Hyunjin, at least. For Dongju, the skirt just never left his head. He had never seriously considered wearing a skirt before. In that photo, Hyunjin looked good, and Dongju wondered if he could pull it off like xem. Probably not exactly, because Hyunjin was somehow one of the prettiest people on campus, but in xyr own way.

So, the next day, he went back to their message thread.

hey hyunjin do you have other skirts too?

ooooooooh yes i do! good morning to me

Dongju breathed out a laugh, watching Hyunjn type, likely taking longer because xe was trying to type and take photos simultaneously. What followed was about an hour of Hyunjin going through their impressive skirts collection, some highlights from other closets, and a nice long tangent on Changbin's dresses. Dongju only sent a word occasionally commenting on a particularly nice item. Hyunjin always responded with "noted", but he didn't mind.

It culminated in Hyunjin finding xyr own only dress, to which xe assured Dongju xyr getting more soon. The picture immediately took Dongju's breath away. Hyunjin was wearing a gorgeous strawberry dress. Dongju was never interested in the dress while it was a tiktok trend, but suddenly, he understood why everyone else was. The original dress was a little expensive at $500, but Hyunjin found a silhouette they liked for a little less. More than Dongju would spend on a single clothing item in college, but that's what would happen when you had 2 rich boyfriends who loved to spoil you.

Dongju couldn’t stop staring that time, but it felt different in a way he couldn't explain. Hyunjin emphasized that clothing was just pieces of fabric and said little to nothing about your gender, but Dongju felt something different when he looked at Hyunjin spinning in a field in a dress. He both could and couldn't imagine himself doing it at the same time. It was an abstract feeling. Like he couldn’t because he hadn’t ever done it before, and it sort of felt like he wasn’t allowed to, for some reason. But he could, and he wanted to, to feel the freedom that Hyunjin embodied in that photo. 

All of that stayed inside for now until he could make a little more sense of it.

"Oh." Dongju breathed.

It felt better than anything he had ever worn, and he couldn't imagine anything else being even better. It felt so right. He spun, and the translucent layer hung long and brushed over his calves softly. Slowly, he looked up at the mirror he knew was there. It's hard because despite the pretty, flowing skirt, everything else about him is still distinctly masculine, or so he thinks. Maybe Hyunjin would say otherwise, but some things weren't meant to be spoken out loud yet. They'd just live in Dongju's head for now.

It was more apparent when it was on him that the gold pieces were meant to be little fireworks. It was pretty. Not a word Dongju thought he would ever be allowed to use to describe himself, but it felt good. He likes being pretty. Inside, his childhood self is clapping and watching with adoration. This could be the beginning of everything that child wanted.

Now, it was different. Because he'd thought that Seoho was pretty and Seoho was a man. He thinks Geonhak is pretty on a daily basis, and Geonhak is probably more secure in his masculinity than anyone else Dongju knew.

"Ju? You all good out there?" Hyunjin's voice came, muffled, through the door.

Dongju mentally curses, he forgot Hyunjin was here, how rude. But it's so easy to just keep staring at himself in the mirror and going over 50 arguments about why this is a good and a terrible decision.

"Yeah! You can come back now." Dongju said.   

Hyunjin flings open the door, only stopping it from slamming back against the stopper with the tips of xyr fingers. Dongju would be impressed with xyr reflexes if he wasn't otherwise occupied. And he certainly is, swaying back and forth and feeling it brush softly against his legs. A little bit ticklish but mostly pleasant.

Hyunjin squeals at both a pitch and volume too loud for what is meant to be happening in the dorm today, which is nothing. Dongju hurriedly shushes xem, and Hyunjin apologizes softly but kept xyr eyes on the skirt.

"It's like it was made just for you, Ju. Look at you." Hyunjin lifted xyr eyes to Dongju's face and practically melted at what xe saw.

Dongju was staring at himself in the mirror again, wholly entranced. "I look like myself. I feel like myself. This is incredible."

Hyunjin didn't have any words to answer with, xe just smiled at Dongju through the mirror, glad xe could bring this piece of joy to xyr friend.

"I'm gonna bring you so many pretty skirts. I don't think any of Changbin-hyung's dresses would fit you, though, sorry. His shoulders are stupid wide."

Dongju sighed, but he didn't expect much from that. And the idea of being small, smaller than Changbin is kind of nice. His group of friends was great for that because all but one were either the same height or taller than him. And what Hwanwoong lacked in height, he more than made up for in energy and feistiness.

They did this over and over again. Dongju suspects that not all skirts were recycled hand-me-downs but new gifts, but he didn’t say anything. It's not like he had a receipt or anything to prove it. Just a feeling. Either way, it's nice to be spoiled by someone else without asking. The last time he felt like that was when his parents would bring home the toys he wanted without asking. Or would the times that the others show up with food count? Either way, he felt spoiled in a way that he rarely did.

It happened so often that the others were not necessarily suspicious, just a bit confused. Hyunjin came in with a bag, stayed for an hour, and then left with nothing. No one knew what was in the bag or where they went because Dongju made them disappear.

Internally, he was becoming more confused by the day but said nothing to anyone. He'd noticed being out in public is a little more uncomfortable, and he didn't like people looking at him. Sure, he didn't really before, but it wasn't so visceral and uncomfortable then. There wasn't an apparent reason why in his head, so he just kept moving along and trying to avoid being around many people in public.

The other strange thing is the slight wrongness under his skin when someone calls him a man. At first, he just attributes it to not feeling like a proper adult despite being almost done with college. It lasts a few weeks until he googles it to see if anyone else felt like this and how they deal with it.

The results he got were... different. Reddit post after Reddit post, ranging from one reply to almost a hundred.

I don't feel like a man, but nothing else seems right. What do I do?

I feel uncomfortable when people call me a man or a boy, it feels wrong. Anyone else feel this way?

I have long hair, and someone behind me assumed I was a woman. Why did I like it so much?

Dongju had thought about growing his hair long once, and Hyunjin regularly oscillated between shoulder length and short hair. What if someone mistook him for a woman in public because of his hair? It didn't feel *wrong* per se, but that was probably just because it was a theoretical experience, and he wasn't actually experiencing it. If he was called a woman, he'd definitely be weirded out. Definitely.

The googling continued, and Dongju found other pieces he related to in some people's stories, so he kept looking. However, the more he looked, the more similar the results became.

Trans, egg, trans woman, trans femme, agender, non-binary

He'd heard some of the terms from Hyunjin, who also gracefully explained what they meant personally, but Dongju would never have connected them to his own experience. And he continued to be determined not to.

There was no moment in his childhood where he wanted to try on a dress or makeup or anything like that. Nobody teased him for being different like that. Mainly, they focused on him being nerdy or quiet or something. He never found himself wishing his body was different or that his puberty was wrong.

But... sitting in his room in the dark, Dongju let himself wonder for a little bit. What happened at 2am didn't count, so he ignored it until morning.

What would it be like if his voice hadn't dropped in middle school and stayed slightly higher? Or what if his body was smaller and rounder, rather than the muscle his roommates had encouraged him to build?

Dongju clicked his phone off and slapped it down, throwing both hands over his face as if to avoid looking at his thoughts. Surely, there was no way that he liked some of these thoughts? There was no way he would want a different body or a lighter voice or to be accepted in longer hair and skirts. No, this was just slight sleep deprivation and a sign he should stop staying up so late googling this nonsense. He silently resolved to get a better sleep schedule over the next few weeks, which would solve everything.

Getting more sleep was pretty good for him, but it didn't solve anything in thinking about what he'd be like as a woman. If anything, it was worse because it also started being in his dreams. Some were more like his current self and experimenting, but some looked completely different.

Dongju would wake up and lay in bed, turning the dreams over in his mind until he woke up more and realized what was happening, shaking it away and ignoring it for the rest of the day.

Eventually, it wears him down a little, seeing the same dreams and thinking about the repetitive results he got when googling such personal experiences. There were some queer clubs/groups on campus, so he went out to one of them.

Thankfully, Dongju hadn't met any of the people before, so they just nod and accept him. They don't ask him any questions, and he didn't say much in return and instead just listens. It didn't provide any answers but is a friendly little community.

He went for a few weeks, becoming somewhat of a new regular. It came to the point where they start asking him questions.

Name? Easy. Pronouns? Dongju hadn't properly admitted it to himself yet, but exclusively he/him didn't feel quite correct anymore, and he didn't know what to replace it with either.

"Um... not sure yet. That's why I started coming here. He/they, I guess?" That was the best answer he could get out.

The person, Moonbyul, just nodded and didn't question it. She seemed really chill. He kept going, talking to more and more people and becoming less and less sure of everything. At some point, Moonbyul and another girl named Yoohyeon. He was a little scared at first, and it must have shown on his face because both laughed and assured him they were committed lesbians.

One night, he texts Moonbyul impulsively before he could convince himself not to.

Hey

Hello there

Can you try something out for me? She/her pronouns. Not in person, just like. A short text

interesting. sure Dongju is a new friend of mine. I think she's kinda cool

Dongju stared at the text for a while without responding, internally repeating it again and again. I think she's kinda cool. She is. She.

You alive over there?

Oh, um yeah Just.... yeah

It felt good?

Hah, I guess so

Well, welcome to the club I guess

Lol the club of what? Womaning? Am I a woman? Oh god

Hah, I'll let you figure that out I can't answer it for you Want me to tell anyone, or are you doing it yourself?

No, I'll do it myself. Just... give me some time He/they for a while, if you don't mind

Yeah, whatever you need Just lemme know when it's gonna be okay

Dongju sends a simple heart before closing her phone and then her eyes. Now what? Seriously, how do people deal with this and then move on? Who should she tell first? What should she tell them? How long should she wait? Now she knew, and there was only so long she'd be able to handle the wrong pronouns now that she knew the right ones and what they feel like.

She picked her phone back up and looked at the time. Damn, no time for a crisis right now, she had an assignment due that night that she'd done hardly any of.

After submitting the assignment Dongju was so exhausted from several hours of adrenaline-fueled work that she was exhausted and went right to bed. It took her a while to fall asleep, but she had no space to think of much.

The next day, she had nothing else pressing, so she spent almost an hour wondering what to do. After she eats breakfast she just sits at the table and stared into space. Her other roommates seem to be out or asleep, so none of them were there to ask what the fuck is going on and she could zone in and out in peace. The clock on her phone ticked over to 11am, and she decided to get out of there before her luck ran out and she had to explain or find some excuse.

When she returns to her room, Dongju is struck with sudden inspiration. Hyunjin! Xe'll obviously be okay with it and might even have some advice on what to do now. It's not a 1-1 exact experience, but it's something, and god knew she needed anything right now.

Hyunjin answered fast, and she was there a 30-minute bus ride later. One I'm here text and a knock later, and Hyunjin is practically bouncing as xe lets them in. Most of their boyfriend roommates were also home, so it was much louder, and Dongju stared wide-eyed. She'd been here before, but usually, it was much emptier and quieter. It made it less likely that someone would hear them talking over all the noise, which was nice.

Minho, Chan, and Seungmin all nod at her, and Jisung and Felix take a break from intense Mario Karting to wave. It was nice because she'd hardly talked to any of them, but they accept her like it's nothing just because she knew Hyunjin so well.

Hyunjin closed the door behind them and plops down on xyr bed, looking at Dongju.

"So, what's up? You never ask me to come over, and it seems serious."

Dongju starts fidgeting with her clothes awkwardly. How the fuck should she do this? Ugh.

"Um... well. Okay, I'm not sure sure yet, but I think I might be uh. Fuck, I hate this. Why is it so hard."

Hyunjin snorts before slapping a hand over xyr mouth to stop anything else. Xe stands up and forcefully pulls Dongju over to sit next to them.

"Unless you say you're like... getting married or something, I'm not gonna judge you. You see the fucking circus of people I live with. You're so normal in comparison to all of that."

It's genuinely a little reassuring to be "normal" for a minute. Dongju had been so caught up in feeling alone and not knowing who to go to that she forgot she was not completely alone. Personally, or just in other people who have these feelings.

"Thank you. I'm... I think I'm trans." She lets it hang in silence for a moment. "But you know, I'm not totally sure! I just had someone call me she over text, and it felt really nice. Yeah."

Dongju waits, staring down at her hands in her lap and waiting for Hyunjin's response.

"Okay, I was waiting to make sure you weren't gonna blurt out anything else. This is so exciting, though, oh my goodness! Am I the first person you told? Other than the friend you texted, who I definitely need to know more about." Dongju nodded slightly, and Hyunjin clapped in excitement. "Ah, I'm so honoured!"

Hyunjin launches xemself forward into a forceful hug on Dongju, who freezes for a minute but melts into it. She wasn't the biggest fan of hugs and whatnot, but she felt like she needed it now. They pull back, and Hyunjin is seriously beaming. It made Dongju a little less nervous, that this wasn't a bad thing and that maybe she'd make new friends or get closer to other friends.

"I get to be your little trans fairy godmother, this is wonderful. So, do you wanna tell me more about all of this? How did it happen, what are you doing now, any of that?"

Dongju laughed nervously, biting the inside of her cheek. "I'm not sure there is much to tell. It was months ago I started looking online cause I didn't feel like a man and thought it was just because I didn't feel like an adult yet. Then I started going to one of those college queer club things. That's where I met Moonbyul, the friend I texted, and she's super chill and open. I just randomly texted her and was like, hey, can you do something for me, use she/her pronouns in a message about me. She did and I don't even know how long I sat there looking at it, and it felt good, so I thought I was actually going insane. Like, no way. Yeah, that was, like, a week ago. And now I'm here."

Hyunjin looked at her with this strange little look on her face, like xe was proud and upset at the same time.

"Oh, my goodness. Little trans egg Dongju, not knowing what's happening. So you said not a man, but do you know what you might be more comfortable with now? Like, are you a girl, a woman, or not quite all the way that way? I just don't wanna say trans girl or trans woman or call you girlie if you're not, you know. And you don't have to have an answer yet! It's only been a week, so we can just keep testing what you like."

Dongju sits momentarily and thinks about it because she hadn't allowed herself to do so thus far. Is she a girl or a woman, or is she closer to some of those other terms she had seen?

She didn't know yet was the honest conclusion she came to, and she tells Hyunjin as much.

"Yeah, that's so fair! You've only known for like a week. So just tell me if I say something weird, or if I say something good!"

Hyunjin's the best person Dongju could've asked for on this journey. Xyr knowledgeable but also accepting and often upbeat. Of course, xe had xyr own serious and sensitive moments, but in general, xyr is just kind of chilling.

She spends another few hours there, just hanging out with one of her good friends, and it's lovely. Maybe she should get out more often, like Seoho said. God forbid she tell Seoho he was right about something, though, never.

As Dongju heads home, she considers when and how to tell her roommates about this. They're roommates and some of her closest friends, so there's no world where she didn't tell them. For now, everything was going perfectly fine. Her marks were good enough to pass, she'd got good friends, and she'd been learning more about herself. What more could someone ask for? Well, probably a whole lot more money, but that's beside the point.

But something had to break eventually, and in Dongju's opinion, it happened in the worst way.

It was another day, another Hyunjin visit.

In the house, they weren't in the habit of busting into other people's spaces, and to be fair, Geonhak did knock first. Unfortunately, the two seconds of warning provided was not enough for Dongju to make any meaningful attempt to hide. Geonhak must be way more flustered than Dongju could have guessed because it took a solid few seconds before he noticed.

His face got all red, and he couldn't stop staring. Dongju would like nothing more than to somehow evaporate. Or turn invisible, or teleport, or literally anything to make Geonhak stop staring like that. It made her feel itchy, and wrong. Even though she knew she wasn’t doing anything wrong, it's a piece of fabric.

"Are you gonna say anything? I feel uncomfortable and I'm not even involved." Hyunjin speaks, breaking the tenuous silence.

Dongju couldn't tell if she should thank xem or smack xem. Geonhak flinches like he was hit and starts about 6 different sentences before he commits to one.

"You look good, Dongju. Seriously. But, uh, if my laptop isn't in here, I should go. Have fun."

Geonhak waved awkwardly and then closed the door behind him. Dongju breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Could he have been lying? Sure, maybe. He wouldn't do that, he wouldn't say something like that just to spare someone's feelings, and certainly not Dongju's. They'd known each other for too long to pretend like that.

She'd take what she could get because it was nice. Hearing it from Geonhak directly gave her a little confidence boost. Maybe she'd show him more pretty things in the future, if the mere thought of doing so didn't make her want to explode.

"That was good! I've been telling you they won't care. First guy down, and he was the one you cared most about!"

Now it's Dongju's turn to flinch, because she certainly had not told Hyunjin about her crush on Geonhak. She would remember that.

"Who said he was the most important one? Who are your sources?" Dongju raises one eyebrow, trying her best to look suspicious and not nervous.

It did nothing for her, so the effort was really just wasted.

"Oh come on. Whenever I brought up telling somebody you'd always mention him first. Every single time. I'm not that stupid."  

Dongju had no counter to that, unfortunately. She simply sighed, then nodded and watched as Hyunjin grinned in triumph.

After the Geonhak skirt fiasco, Dongju decided to move along a little more because clearly, things would come to light whether she wanted them to or not. And Dongju did not like being out of control like that, not about her own identity. So she planned, and she wondered, and she panicked, and she cried a little. Ultimately, she knew she couldn't control her friend's thoughts and reactions and would just have to trust that they would accept her.  

"Hey, uh, guys?" Dongju peeked around the door, and all their heads snapped over to her at her voice.

It's clear they're all anxiously waiting, because she gave them almost no information on what was happening. Just that she had an announcement. Geonhak looked a little more relaxed, he must assume he already knew what this is about. If it were any other situation Dongju might have laughed, but she was too stressed about this to even try. He was about to get the shock of a lifetime.

"Okay, first of all, this." She hesitated a moment before stepping out from behind the door.

Hwanwoong is the first one to say anything, "cute!"

Agreements from everyone else ring out after. Geonhak leaned back onto the couch a little bit with a smug smile.

"I already told you I think you look good in this one." He said.

It's true, and precisely why she chose this skirt specifically. Geonhak wouldn't steer her wrong, which gave her peace knowing he would be behind her for this part. The rest of them explode, demanding to know why he got to see before the rest of them. Dongju rolls her eyes, these guys never change.

"It was an accident! Stop all your complaining, my ears hurt." She shuts them up fast, but they still don't look happy. Hwanwoong in particular side-eyes Geonhak and if she didn't want to avoid another argument Dongju might have laughed.

"But you said first of all right? So I feel like there's something else still." Seoho said, turning back to her.

Ah, trust Seoho to pick up on and remember that. Oldest of the friend group, always paying too much attention.

"Yeah." Dongju sighed.

She went over her mental script and the answers for the immediate questions she had a feeling they'd have.

"This is really hard, so I'll tell you when I'm done. Just… wait." She pauses, trying to force the words out of her mouth. "I'm trans. I'm a girl. And if that changes anything between us I'm sorry, but I can't live like this anymore. Hearing 'he' is grating, and being called a man makes me want to claw my skin off. I'm sure you have questions, ask away. Unless you just wanna kick me out right now. Yeah, I guess that's all.."

A few seconds of silence pass as they all process everything she'd said. Geonhak got there first, his face twisting in displeasure.

"We're not kicking you out. If anyone wants you to leave just because of this, I'm telling them to leave, not you."

A few tears well up, but Dongju starts blinking them away, determined not to cry about this in front of them. They all agreed quickly after that, and Dongju couldn't be more relieved.

"It might be hard at first, and I'm sorry for when I say something wrong. But you're still you, and I still love you." Seoho said.

Damn you, Seoho. That did it. Dongju crouched and hunched in on herself, suddenly sobbing almost violently. An explosion of emotion that no one was prepared for. All 4 men close in quickly to try and comfort her, murmuring comforting words. What Dongju is even less ready for is Geonhak petting her hair. It felt so good that she leaned towards him a little, only realizing when her side hits his knee, and she jerks back.

He didn't push it, which Dongju was very thankful for. She could only handle so many emotions at once, and flustered embarrassment would not be one of them. It took a while, and at some point, they all have to sit down to avoid their legs and feet going numb. Eventually, Dongju's tears slow, and she begins to breathe correctly again.

Someone's warmth disappears from behind her, and half a minute later, Keonhee crouches in front of her, a large glass of water in hand. She took it gratefully and downed it, not realizing just how dehydrated all that crying made her.

She did feel a little more clear-headed now. No one was upset, they all rushed to comfort her, and everything was still okay. Nothing is perfect, but things should get a little easier now.

What did not get any easier is having feelings for Geonhak, but at this point, Dongju expects that. She wasn’t even sure if her gender complicates things because she'd never heard of him with someone else, and he didn't talk about it either, at least not with her. And she'd rather fling herself into space than ask him, so she did some information-gathering first. In the process, she learns some harsh truths.

"Oh, are you thinking of finally confessing to him?" Hwanwoong asked.

Alarming statements all around, considering she had not spoken a word of her feelings to him. Lying to Hwanwoong was useless, especially since she was sure her shock was written all over her face already.

"Who told you? I bet it was Hyunjin. I never should have trusted that snake." Dongju bit her lip and contemplates the best method of revenge for this betrayal.

"What? No. I figured it out because when he's not looking, you look at him like he's the best thing since iced americanos. It would be sweet if it weren't so awful."

What if she murders this guy one day because spewing such absolute nonsense should be a crime. Surely, she looked at Geonhak in a completely normal way.

"Like he personally puts the moon up every night. I think it's sweet, but you didn't seem ready to talk about it, so I didn't say anything." Seoho said, staring at her and shrugging.

"This may be the worst day of my life," Dongju declares, and Seoho sputters. "My roommates know I have feelings for this guy, but I didn't tell any of them. What am I doing wrong?"

"Are you always this dramatic? Or does Geonhak just inspire that in you?"

Dongju ignores him in favour of pondering how her life led to this point. If she was so obvious about it, did Geonhak know too? He wasn’t the most observant guy, but it wasn’t like he was completely oblivious. Now, she had to deal with a new layer of nervousness around him, as if she wasn't doing badly enough already.

Despite that, she manages to be reasonable and normal around him, or she assumes. It all crumbles when they're out one day. They're all just walking around together, being menaces and taking up the whole sidewalk. Suddenly, Seoho flinches and sidesteps into Dongju, who yelps and glares. Seoho defends himself very quickly by pointing to the kid attached to his leg, who looked to be on the verge of tears. Geonhak moved so fast, and Dongju took a half-step back in shock.

"Hey, little buddy. My name is Geonhak, what's yours?"

The kid hesitates, clearly heeding stranger danger warnings but too far from any parental figure to say no.

"Hajun."

"Nice to meet you, Hajun! These are my friends. Can we help you find your parents? I bet they're very worried. Where did you see them last?"

"Back there. But they were going that way. I just wanted to look at the cool toys." His eyes start welling up again, but Geonhak is faster.

"Very good! You wanna go up on my shoulders? Then you can tell us about them, and we can all look together."

That dried the tears quickly, and Hajun nodded so fast that Dongju worried for his neck. Geonhak crouched down, and Seoho leaned down to assist Hajun's little legs up. Hajun squeals when Geonhak stands, and he flew up. For a moment, Dongju relived the weightless feeling she remembers as a child. She snapped out of it when they started walking, and Hajun began to talk.

"My mommy is kind of short, and she says one day I'll be taller than her. I'm so excited. But I won't be taller than my dad 'cause he's tall like you, Geonhak-ssi!"

Incredibly cute but not helpful. Many women were short, and plenty of men were tall, like Geonhak. Dongju was hoping that Hajun's parents recognized him and come over because she wasn’t sure that he would be helpful in their search.

"I bet you'll grow tall like your dad, Hajun. What are your parents wearing? Some cool outfit just like you?" Geonhak asked, and thank goodness for him. Dongju didn't know where they'd be otherwise right now.

Of course, Hajun only locks on to the most important part of that message. "You think my outfit is cool? Thanks Geonhak-ssi! I think your outfit is cool, too."

Dongju had to admit the kid had taste. Geonhak had a monochrome outfit on, and Dongju had been staring. A black and white jacket, a white shirt with some indeterminate design, and lethal black skinny jeans. She had tripped several times today because she was staring at his ass. In her defense, it's a nice ass!

"Thanks, buddy. What cool outfits are your parents wearing?" Dongju mentally congratulates Hwanwoong on the seamless transition.

"They're not wearing cool outfits! Not like you, mister." Hwanwoong visibly preened at the compliment, and in Dongju's opinion, it was horrifying. "My dad is wearing his weirdo One Piece shirt, and my mom is wearing her nerdy Sailor Moon shirt. They always argue about which one is better. I think it's dumb cause Naruto is better. Obviously."

"Obviously." Keonhee laughed, and Dongju found herself laughing along, too, amused by this child's certainty about his opinions.

They walk, and they keep walking. Dongju was starting to get worried that Hajun's parents were behind them somewhere or crossed the street to look and that they weren't going to find them. But she didn't say anything, so they just kept going.

"Hajun!" They hear, and they all whip around to find the source.

Two people frantically pushed through the crowd towards them and shouted for Hajun. Hajun himself starts wiggling, and it took quick moves from Keonhee to avoid either Hajun or Geonhak getting injured. Hajun and his parents meet in the middle in a heartwarming moment. His mother looked near crying, clearly frantic about losing her son for several minutes. His father hardly looked any better, but Dongju could see the panic melting away into relief. After a minute or three, they stand and look at the group.

"Thank you so much for helping him. We were so afraid when we looked down, and he wasn't there anymore. I should have been paying more attention." Hajun's mother said.

"No, no, it was my pleasure. He's a very well-behaved kid, you're doing well with him." Geonhak said sheepishly.

"You're very kind, thank you. Okay. Hajun, buddy. What do you say to the kind people?" Hajun's father bent down and asked.

Hajun gasped, bowing to them all. "Thank you, Geonhak-ssi and friends! I had fun."

Hajun stands and beams at them all, and they all look back at him, smiling just as sweetly. Of course, Dongju is drawn to look at Geonhak's smile. He seemed to be smiling the widest of them all, and Dongju would bet 10 bucks that he was already attached to Hajun.

It was devastating, and Dongju is barely holding herself together. She was able to keep it together while searching because that was much more pressing, but now Hajun is safe, and she had nothing else to focus on. The family walks away, talking happily amongst themselves and moving on with their day.

Thankfully no one is paying attention to her, and she had a few moments to pull herself together while they all discussed Hajun's cuteness on a scale from 1-10. Or, she thought no one was looking at her, but she heard her name in the middle of one of her deep breaths. It's a tone so familiar that her eyes snap open and immediately slide over to him. True to form, Geonhak is looking at her, practically staring her down and analyzing her from head to toe. She knew the man better than almost anyone else and still found it intimidating.

"You okay, Ju? You seemed upset." Geonhak asked.

"Of course! Just a little tired and stressed from being surrounded by all these people, you know how it is." Dongju throws on her best little smile and prays it's good enough for him to believe.

It seemed to be, as Geonhak watched her for a few seconds longer, then nodded his head, seemingly seeing what he needed.

"Okay. Let me know if you need a break. We can go to the side, or I can take you home."

Dongju could kiss him on the damn mouth right now, but that would defeat the whole point of her holding her feelings in. Instead, she just nodded, and they kept moving on with their original plans for the day out. They still circle back to Hajun occasionally, talking about how cute he was or how it was good he found them and not some creepy people, but mostly how cute he was. It's mostly Geonhak leading that part of the conversation, and Dongju had to actively and viciously squash down the thought of Geonhak with his own children and what they would look like.

They enter some random store, and a few minutes in, Seoho pulls her over to the side and starts whispering before Dongju could even process what was happening.

"You looked like you were in pain while Geonhak talked about that kid. Are you okay?"

Dongju externally just sighed, but inside, she was crying and about to lose it. Was she really that obvious? Oh, god. Hopefully, Geonhak was too distracted thinking about Hajun and didn't notice. But he was so observant, so he probably did, and thought she was a total weirdo. It was over.

"Dong. Ju. Shut that head up and answer me." Seoho hisses.

"Fine, I'm fine. Typical crisis about how cute he is with kids, no biggie. I just have to pray he didn't notice me being weird." Dongju shook her head.

Seoho waved it off. "Not much weirder than you normally are, it'll be fine."

Dongju is about to ask exactly what the hell that is supposed to mean, but Geonhak decided it is the perfect time for him to appear.

"Why are you two hiding in the corner? You could've told us if you wanna leave." Geonhak tilted his head, and Dongju had to take a deep breath before she said something stupid. It was really a problem.

"Nothing, nothing. Our little Ju is just having some boy problems." Seoho grins wickedly and casually strolls off, leaving Dongju silently plotting how to murder him quietly but painfully.

When she looked over, Geonhak looked... strange. When he saw her looking, he smiled and put on his older brother face.

"Boy problems, huh? You know you can come to me for those. We gotta make sure he's good enough for you." Geonhak said seriously, and it took everything in Dongju's muscles not to react in any of the immediate ways she wanted to.

"Ah.... seriously. You'd like him. He's protective, kind, smart, and funny. Too good to be liking someone like me." Dongju sighed, staring at her feet.

Geonhak made some strange set of offended noises. When Dongju looked up, she saw his accompanying twisted face and knew what was about to come.

"He'd be an absolute fool not to like you! If he's that dumb, then you're too good for him." Geonhak said.

Once again, Dongju had to tamp down the ironic laugh that wanted to jump out. She wishes she could tell him not to be so mean to himself, but she categorically refuses to confess publicly. If she had to do it, it would not be in some tacky clothing store in the middle of the day.

"Thanks. Anyways, not like I'm going to do anything about it. So, if he likes me back then we'll never know."

Geonhak wanted to protest, she could see it in his face, but Keonhee popped up from behind a rack and told him to come look at something. How neither of them saw that man the size of a tree walking over was entirely unknown, but Geonhak smiled awkwardly and shrugged. Dongju laughed a little at him and waved him off.

It hurts to be so close yet so far. Was Geonhak's praise a platonic or, romantic or other type of praise? At least it was genuine, which always felt good, but it made her heart go wild in a way that she shouldn't know if she should be accepting or not. He didn't seem overly bothered by her so-called "boy problems," which told her nothing.

Dongju had always and would always go to her mother for help if she needed something. That bond hadn't broken through time and change, and she loves her mother through all of it.

The first piece of advice is entirely expected.

"Give him food, honey! Everyone loves food, and not having to make it is nice. You've always said that man of yours is like a vacuum for food, and you know he'll appreciate the effort."

Dongju felt herself light up like a fire truck at "that man of yours" and immediately starts whining. It's a good thing she remembered to put her headphones in before this because if anyone else is home, they do not need to hear this. They'd teased her about this enough as is. Her mother laughed and ignored all of Dongju's very valid complaints.

"I've seen that man, and I know you'll get him. Though, you should do it quickly, just in case. Someone else might come along, and he might choose them if he doesn't know you're an option." Her mother said wisely.

Dongju just sighed because she knew, but hearing it from someone else was scary. Sitting back and watching Geonhak fall in love with someone else would tear her apart. If she tried, she'd know it wasn't meant to be and could try to move on.

"Ah, yeah. I know."

"If you know, then why haven't you done it yet, my girl! Make him your man properly."

Dongju's heart warmed hearing "my girl" come so naturally from her mother's mouth. It had taken a bit of accidental slip-ups, but her mother was so proactive that it was over quickly.

"I should do it soon, right? Kick everyone out and then surprise him after the gym or something. Yeah."

"Yes! It'll be perfect, he'll be so hungry, and then you can get out of your own head and talk to him when he's done."

Dongju's jaw nearly cracks at how quickly it drops open in sheer offense at her mother calling her out. She might be correct, but damn, she didn't need to say it like that! Her mother just cackles through the phone and waves goodbye, hanging up before she could get upset. Dongju lets out a short yell and then groans loudly, flopping back into her pillow pile.

After a short moment, a knock came at her door and opened after she called out some strange, probably affirmative, noise. Of course, Geonhak peeked around the corner, smirking in amusement when he saw her body flopped haphazardly all over the blankets and pillows.

"Everything okay in here? Nothing seems broken." He cautiously looked around, searching for anything broken or injured.

"No, I'm okay. Sorry. My mom was teasing me when I called her, and then she hung up before I could get her back."

Geonhak laughed, and Dongju pouted at him until he noticed.

"I love your mom, seriously. Is she gonna come down again soon? It's been a while."

"Why do you like my mother so much! She's gonna adopt you as her own damn son at this rate."

Geonhaks clicked his tongue and shook his head at her. Dongju felt slightly offended by it but let him speak before she ripped his head off. He should have felt lucky that he was so pretty (and kind and funny and-) because Hwanwoong would absolutely not be given that grace.

"You gotta make good impressions on everyone's moms for 2 reasons: they would believe you about anything and give you banging free food." Geonhak nodded slowly, like he'd just told Dongju the secrets of the universe.

He wasn’t wrong, but it was a little lackluster. For now, he lived.

Dongju had planned everything out, and it would convince Geonhak that she was very dateable. Until that confession happened, Dongju's roommates would still have to deal with her rants regularly. She loved them, even if she'd never say it.

Today's victim was Seoho.

"Seriously, dude. Seeing him with that kid permanently rewired my brain, I swear to god." She groans.

Seoho looked at her for a moment. "I don't know how that's possible, given how down bad you were before."

Dongju sits up, mouth hanging open and glaring at Seoho. She flops back into his pillows when he simply raises an eyebrow, silently screaming and kicking her feet.

"1. Rude. 2. It is possible. My brain is losing it 24/7. Do you understand how hard it was not to say something like 'hi, Geonhak! After seeing you with that child, I can't stop thinking about having an apartment with you and seeing you wake up in the morning and you coming home to me after working your day as a teacher!' He'd have me committed to a fucking psych ward. I'd probably deserve it at this rate 'cause what is this."

Seoho opened his mouth to say something, but someone hesitantly knocked at his door before he could. Dongju immediately freezes and looked about halfway to passing out then and there. Seoho stands but waits a minute to ensure she won't be doing that before swinging the door open.

She couldn't see Seoho's expression from there, and there was no time to say anything before he went past the person in the doorway. And who else walks in but Geonhak himself. She couldn’t do this right now, absolutely not. Apparently, she was rooted to her spot by some freeze instinct and possibly some masochistic will to see what he'd say. Assuming he heard what she had said before and didn't just happen to come in.

"So. You wanna live in a cute apartment with me and see my horrible morning bedhead?" Geonhak asked sheepishly, playing with his fingers and not looking at her.

Internally, she wondered how he was acting like the nervous one right now.

"I mean. Right now I'd much prefer going to drown in the nearest body of water, actually." Dongju stared at the ceiling, wondering how her life had come to this point.

"Um, I'd appreciate it if you didn't do that. Taking a soaking, drowned body on a date seems like a pretty bad time for everybody."

She had to sit and blink for a good 30 seconds or so just trying to process what that man just said. Surely, he didn't say date. Surely, he just said... something that sounds like date and had a similar meaning but wasn't. She had to sit up and look at him when he said nothing else. He was still fidgeting with his fingers and not looking at her.

"Did you just say date? Like a romantic type of date?"

"Yes. And if you're not going to drown yourself, then I'd like to take your very alive self on one instead. If you want to anyways, we obviously don't ha-"

His nervous rambling gave Dongju the strength and rage to push herself off the bed and stalk over to him.

"How did you hear me telling Seoho that I want you to come home to me and still wonder if I want to go on a date with you?"

Geonhak stayed silent and just took one, then two, slow steps toward her, stopping just far enough away that she could feel his presence.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered.

She nodded before thinking and stared at him, waiting and not daring to move. He raises his hand and lays it lightly on her cheek before leaning in. Dongju's eyes flutter closed and she stayed in the dark for a moment for him. When their lips touched, he put his other hand on her waist, and all she wanted to feel was more. She couldn't tell him that, but she tried to push a little into his hand anyway.

Their first kiss is short, and sweet, and she pulls back less than a centimeter before going back for more. Her arms feel awkward by her side, so she put them on his broad shoulders. Finally, she got to feel the results of all his workouts instead of just staring longingly. And, presumably, she'd be able to do that a lot more now, too. Delightful.

It still wasn’t enough for her, and Dongju looped her arms around his neck and pushed herself closer, pressing their chests together. Geonhak made a surprised little noise, but it only seemed to inspire him to grab her waist firmer with both hands. Exactly the way she wanted. The half-second pull away to breathe quickly stopped being enough, and Dongju leaned back then laid her forehead on his shoulder.

"Fuck." She breathed, and then giggled a little at her own breathlessness.

Geonhak laughed with her, holding her close. It's perfect. Everything is warm and comfortable, just as Geonhak always had been for her.

#oneus fluff #oneus angst #oneus mxm #clownracha prompt #clownracha monthly prompt #clownracha quarterly prompt #idk how we're tagging this now so we're just doing both this time #my writing

[poppy-metal]

Demure

Wc: 4k

Pairing: eren jaeger x reader

Cw: car sex, fingering, emphasis on reader being innocent and a virgin. reader is armins little sister. corruption kink

you're 6 years old when you first meet eren jaeger. apparently he'd run off some people that were bullying you big brother, armin. you admire him and mikasa immediately.

you're 8 and he's 11 when you get a scrape on your knee from playing tag. eren runs into your mothers bathroom to fish out the first aid-kit, you know he just doesn't want you to tattle, you never would anyway, but he pulls out a pink band-aid with little ariels all over it and places it gently over the cut. he stays there for a few beats, soothing the skin around the hurt area with his thumbs. his big bright green eyes look up at you, "better?" and that's the first time your heart skips for a boy.

you're 11 and he's 14 when armin starts becoming protective. "he's had like. 5 girlfriends in middle school, who knows what he's gonna be like in high-school"

it intrigue you, for some reason.

you're 13 and he's 16 when he taps furiously on your window at night, wild eyed and wearing a t-shirt and sweats. he falls ungracefully on his ass when you let him in, though he grins at you from the floor. "thanks, squirt"

you wince at the nickname, knowing it solidifies you as someone only platonic to him. armins little sister and nothing more. "what's this all about?"

he gets up and swipes imaginary dust off his sweats, looking around your room. its absurdly girly. he picks up one of your plushies and tosses it up, then catches it, peering over at you and grinning. "i hope you never change," he sighs and flops down onto your pink sheets. "girls my age are fucking psychos"

you creep closer to him, snatching your plush back. "im sure there's something you're leaving out there. im not completely dumb, you know"

he waves his hand, "yeah but you're....i don't know? innocent or whatever. you don't care about shit like boys and drama"

i do care about boys, you think, watching the way his shirt rides up to expose a hint of tan skin. you look away, squeezing your plush to your chest. "im gonna grow up eventually, ren"

he sighs and sits up, looking at you from under his ridiculously cute floppy brown hair. "Just promise me you won't go boy crazy"

you roll your eyes and sit down next to him, he leans in and licks a broad stripe against your cheek with his tongue, grinning "we have cooties"

you swat at him and wipe your cheek, groaning and calling him gross. "i know that. you and armin never let me forget how gross boys are", you side eye him. "what did you even do? really?"

he looks to the side, only now having it in him to look the least bit sheepish, "my girlfriend may have caught me with my hand down historias skirt..."

"EREN JAEGER!!!"

yeah, boys really are gross. but not eren, no he's beautiful and magical and makes you feel all the fluttery things. but he's also a player, a bad boy, dangerous and completely off limits. maybe your crush should have ended there, but of course it didn't.

You're 15 when you go on your first date with a boy. until now you haven’t allowed yourself to even think about men outside of the enigma that is eren jaeger, but that’s a lost cause, a stupid crush you need to let go of. and despite what eren thinks, you’re not that innocent. not in your head anyway. you’re a girl and you have fantasies. 

the guy is nice, armin likes him enough. big and tall and humble, reiner brought you flowers for your first date. the age difference is a little weird, he’s in erens grade, a senior, but you think its harmless. you’re turning 16 soon. the date goes well, you smile and giggle alot, and reiner seems smitten by the end of it. he even goes as far as to kiss your hand when he drops you back off at home, at 8pm sharp, just like he promised. he was kind and sweet, and you liked him, but you wonder what it means that there were no flutters in your belly, not like when you’re around him…

you’re still thinking about that when you open the door, and walk inside. the house is quiet, and you wonder where armin is, and eren. thinking they both must be in armins room, you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, stopping on your path there when you see eren on the couch. he’s lounging back, hand idly wrapped around a gaming controller as he watches you.

you glance around him. “where’s mimmin?”

he doesn’t take his eyes off you. “annie called”, he leans forward a little, propping his chin in his palm as he observes you quietly for a moment.

you squirm in place, his eyes are too hot. “oh” and you make to start moving again but his voice stops you. 

“so. braun, huh?” his tone is hard to discern, the words coming out cool and detached, but his eyes are that intense green. 

“yeah” you say, shifting on your feet. “he was nice. kissed my hand and everything”

“sounds like a dream” and that is definitely said sarcastically. you bristle but eren is already turning away from you, facing the TV. “didn’t think he was your type though” 

because erens been your type since forever, you guess he’s right. reiner couldn’t be more different in both personality and looks, but maybe that’s a good thing. “maybe he can be” you say softly, looking at your feet. you dont see erens eyebrows jump, or his lips twist disdainfully. 

“If you wanna settle for missionary the rest of your life, then sure, go ahead” he sounds a little miffed and that confuses you. makes you look up. you don’t even know reiner that well, but you feel the need to defend him from erens usual snarky jabs. 

“not every guy that doesn’t live on Xbox and fuck half the school is a bland guy” you huff. you feel a little guilty for calling him out but he started it. eren hated preps, that was obvious, but its not like he was a model person either, if his long track record of promiscuity was anything to go by. reiner wasnt boring he just…..wasn’t eren. but that wasn’t a flaw. It shouldn’t be. 

“you been keeping tabs on me, princess?” eren asks wryly, smirking now. you just glare at him, quirking a brow and daring him to prove you wrong, to say he’s better. 

he doesn’t. he just looks at you, sets his controller down and does that tick he’d developed since he was young of jiggling his knee, tapping his finger on it. “don’t go on more dates with him” 

you squint your eyes, “and why not?”

“because i said so” 

“you’re not my boss” 

“because..” he scratches the stubble on his jaw, gaze looking far off as he stares at his bouncing leg. “guys shouldn't touch you” 

your mouth pops open. you get that, right now, you’re too young for stuff like sex, but being touched? everyone your age had boyfriends, why should you be any different?

It feels a bit like deja vu when you tell him, “m’not staying innocent forever. dating and s-sex are apart of life. you do it, why shouldn’t i?” 

you didn’t really get his whole overprotective bit, armin, who was your brother, wasn’t even this bad. he’d seen happy almost, when you told him about your date with reiner, even, so you really don’t see where eren is coming from. 

erens lip curls in a smirk and he points a finger at you. “that’s why” he says. “you can’t even say the word sex without stuttering. what’ll you do when you see a cock for the first time?” 

your skin heats, hating that he’s right. “I’ll grow out of it” you promise him. 

he huffs a laugh. “sure thing, dork” but then his face gets serious. “you don’t need to change though. sex is lame, i promise.” 

“you seem to have alot of it, so there must be something good about it” 

“for me, yeah” he grins. “but im selfish. most men are, and you deserve better than some highschool tumble with a guy who looks like he can’t find the clit to save his life” his eyes weigh you down. “just keep bein’ you. If i come back from college and hear that you’re the towns tramp stamp, m’ not gonna be happy” 

and that’s that. 

you’re 16 when eren leaves for college. you get to 18 without ever being touched. 

you’re 18 and you wish you hadn’t begged armin to let you come to this stupid bomfire party. it’s just the first time he’s been home in the 2 years since he’d left for college, and you know that means eren is back too, though you have yet to see him. he’s supposed to be at the party though.

you wonder if he’ll react to having seen you after not for awhile, if he’ll look at you different now that you’re grown. you’re wearing a simple pleated white skirt and a pink top, the picture of innocence you’ve always been, never changing. 

being around so many people makes you uncomfortable, you want to cling to armins side, but you don’t want to be annoying so you tell him its okay to leave you. your eyes scan the mass of people on the crowded beach as you nervously hold your solo cup to your chest. 

your eyes stop their nervous skittering when they land on someone familiar. 

college eren is completely different and yet wholly the same since you’d last seen him. he’s wearing a red bomber jacket, over a black t-shirt and skinny jeans, scuffed converse kicking in the sand as he shifts from one foot to the other. you peep tan skin, a hint of a tattoo peeking on his neck and….and black hair. he’d dyed his hair, and, is that jewelry on his ear? rings on his hand?

he’s smiling easily with a pretty blonde and...and reiner. talking to them like old friends as he tilts his head back and laughs, taking a swig from his cup. he’s still chuckling and shaking his head when his eyes flick distractedly over, rove over you and then stop. even from all the way where you are the green of his eyes pins you in place. the warm glow of the bonfire dances across his features, and you see the bastard has a lip ring as well. he takes his time cataloging you and you do him, before his lips tilt, he hands off his drink and he makes his way over to you. 

your whole body is tense with nerves as he gets closer and closer.

when he’s standing in front of you, the smell of his cologne wafts over you. his smile is small and genuine. “hey, pip” 

pip as in short for pipsqueak. you have to fight the urge to grin at him, your cheeks warming pleasantly, even though you groan out loud. “m’ not little anymore” 

“I can see that” eren eyes rake over you, linger on your bare legs before dragging slowly back up. his eyes feel like a caress and when they meet yours again, you’re already tingly. you’ve never been touched sexually, and just one look from eren has you wet between the legs like nothing. “still dress like you wanna be an extra in a Bratz commercial” 

the tension disputes as you swat his arm. “shut up!! Its a fashion choice, not like you’d know. dressed like a wannabe rockstar” 

“aw, c’mon. you’d be my groupie right?” 

you roll your eyes. “you wish, jaeger”

“mm” he hums softly. “s’cute though. always has been” 

before you can even register the compliment, he’s leaning forward to peek into your cup, swiping it easily from you. “underage drinking, are we? left you for a couple years and you go rebel barbie on me” 

you squawk as he chugs all of your drink back in one gulp, crushing the cup in his fist and tossing it behind him. “ren! I wasn’t even drinking it. It was..” you wave your hand around. “for the aesthetic”

“uh huh” he drones, but then he jerks his chin. “i’ll get you another one to stand around and look pretty with then. C’mon”

cute, pretty. the compliments are gonna make your heart fly out of your chest if he doesn’t let up. you follow him as he leads you to a keg, one that’s a little ways away from the bustle of the party, close to the parking lot where you came in. 

you shyly say ‘thank you’ when he fills you a cup and hands it to you, proceeding to lean back against a car as he goes back to observing you.

to distract yourself you mumble, “you can’t just lean on a strangers car for the sake of being cool” 

the grin is back. “you think im cool?” when you glare at him he rolls his eyes and slaps the hood of the car. “she’s mine, pip. you can untwist your panties” 

you blink at him, “since when did you get a new car? and when did you dye your hair?” 

he looks at you curiously, drumming his fingers. “do you not, like. follow me on instagram?”

you look away, kicking your feet in the sand. hesitantly you admit, “didn’t wanna miss you, so i didn’t look” 

he doesn’t say anything to that. the silence stretches between you, making you nervous. should you not have said that? you guessed it was weird, after all, but it was true. If you’d looked at how erens life was progressing without you there to see it, you’d have cried and been a total lovesick girl about it. 

he finally breaks the silence. “do you have a boyfriend?” 

you look back at him. “uh...no? do you?”

the smirk you wanted ghosts over his lips again, and your eyes are drawn to his lip ring when he tugs it between his teeth. “nah, you know me. unattainable” 

“yeah, i know” you say under your breath, thinking of how eren jaeger had been an unattainable fantasy for you for years. 

“so no current boyfriend or…?” 

“no boyfriends...ever” its embarrassing to admit, but less humiliating than admitting that the reason that was is because you’re in love with your brothers best friend, the very man standing before you now. 

“that’s kinda tragic, pip” eren hops up on the hood of his car and fishes a cigarette out of his pocket. he waves a hand at you, “you’re rockin’ a bod like that and no one’s bagged you? thought you’d be beating down options with a bat by now” 

you watch the smoke that plumes in the air, the way it coils and wisps, and really look at eren. he’s tragically beautiful. his no black hair is boyishly messy, tangled around his head in a dark halo. his face is sharp and tan, his eyes striking and making you feel like you’re sinking into the sand beneath your feet.

you’ve wanted him for so long, it makes you ache. years and years of pushing away men and declining confessions for this man in front of you. you’d never expected anything from him, but you couldn’t move past the fantasy in your head. couldn’t imagine giving any of your firsts to anyone but eren. 

“you told me to stay innocent” its out before you can stop the words, they just fumble out, spilling from your lips and into the air like the smoke.

eren stills, pauses from where he’d been about to take another drag. his expression is unreadable. he flicks the ashes from the cig on the sand, stumps it out under his foot as he hops down. the wind ruffles his dark hair as he just looks and looks and looks at you. 

“yeah?” and oh, jesus, if the rough gravel in his voice doesn’t make your cunt warm immediately. “and you listened?” 

you squeeze your thighs together, an action that draws erens gaze between your legs. to late to back down now, you think, and wet your lips. “y-yeah. I did” 

“you didn’t let any boys touch you while i was gone?” eren continues and he draws closer, creeping towards you.

you shake your head, silent as he comes in front of you. he reaches up to delicately push a strand of hair behind you ear with one of his ring fingers. he keeps it tucked behind your ear as he towers over you, staring you down. “you’re still my innocent little girl, huh?” 

you wonder if this is how it feels to be seduced, seduced by eren jaeger no less. his eyes are warm, and they make you feel warm from where the rest on your eyes, and then, your lips. they part under his gaze, on instinct. “I am, ren. always have been” 

his eyes darken, and the finger behind your ear becomes his whole hand sliding to cup the back of your head, slowly fisitng your hair in it. “shit” he tilts your head up. “you can’t say things like that, baby”

baby, baby, baby. your head swims. you’re on autopilot now, speaking without thinking and you think that’s good because if you were thinking clearly you wouldn't have the courage. “i’ve always been your good girl. no one elses” 

you have one second to hear his exhale before his lips are crashing against yours, and oh. oh, he’s good. you feel the metal of his lip ring against your bottom lip as he slides his tongue in your mouth, eating you up.

“god, you’re sweet” he nips your lip. “knew you would be”

you pant into his mouth, your hands curling on his chest, “y-you’ve thought about me?”

“‘course i did, im not blind” he pulls away. “I just really like my dick and didn’t want it chopped off. armin is scary” 

you know he can be when he wants to be, knows if he saw eren ravishing his little sister against his car right now, body parts would be strewn about. and that’s just from armins verbal warfare.

you look at eren demurely from under your lashes, “i don’t want anything to happen to your…” you trail off at the end.

erens eyebrows climb up his forehead, he presses close to you, tugs you to him. “my…” he prods, eyes glinting with mischief. 

you look away, pouting. “know i can’t say it” you mumble, hating that even now, saying vulgar words is embarrassing for you.

erens chest shakes with a laugh. “you just sucked my tongue down your throat, pip, and you can’t talk about my cock? you’re precious, c’mere.” he starts walking backwards, towards his car. “we gotta be sneaky about it but-” he dips down to kiss you again, once, twice. “i really wanna touch you” 

you gulp, and nod, let him pull you to his car and open the backseat for you, climbing in after you. he shuts and locks it behind him and then he’s facing you, eren jaeger giving you his full attention. looking at you like he wants you, like he’s seeing you, like he wants to do alot of bad things to you.

you place a shaking hand on his shoulder. “im- i dont know what to do..”

you want to impress him, but pretending you’re good at something you’re not won’t do that. eren doesn’t like liars anyway. 

he scoots close to you, pulling you halfway onto his lap until you’re sitting comfortably against him. you bite your lip when you feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your ass under your skirt. one of his hands settles on your bare thigh, scooting it up just barely.

“you ever watch porn, sweetheart?” erens breath puffs against your ear and you squirm on top of him. 

you push down your own embarrassment, resigning yourself to be a big girl and be honest. “s-sometimes” 

“yeah?” god, why does just that word turn you on so much? “tell me what kind of stuff you watch when you touch your little pussy” 

his vulgar words go straight to your cunt, at the same time his hand slides up your thighs and slips under your skirt. you close your eyes when you feel the tip of his finger trace over the band of your panties. “they’re always a couple..” you gasp when his hand dips inside, palm cupping over your pussy. “a-and the guy has dark hair..”

“Imagining anyone in particular?” eren teases, but you hear his breath catch at the same time yours does when he sinks one long finger inside. the folds around your slit part seamlessly around the intrusion, sucking his finger in like your pussy wants it there. “so wet, baby. keep talking for me?”

ever the good girl, you push through the tingles and the heat spreading down your legs, the slick sound of his finger fucking in and out of you filling the silent car as you struggle to find words. “s-shes always inexperienced. Its her first time and...and hes gentle” you moan a little when erens thumb comes to swirl around your clit, hips lips finding your neck. he’s teasing another finger at your tight entrance when you swallow another groan and try to keep talking like he’d asked. “he’s gentle but he takes. t-takes what he wants”

“mm” eren hums, tongue sliding against your skin. you gasp when the tip of his ring finger edges in beside the other one, stretching your tight passage around his digits in thorough little twists of his fingers. “that’s real good, baby. you like the sound of that, huh?” 

eren hooks his chin over your shoulder, bunches your skirt around your waist so he can see where your little pussy is clenching and squeezing around him, clit engorged and throbbing for attention. when you don’t answer, he continues, using the slick dripping down your slit, gathering it and then pushing back into you. “I bet” he says, low, husky. “In those videos, he eats her out real nice, yeah? makes sure her little virgin cunt is wet enough to take his cock”

“y-yeah” you pant, holding his wrist but not pulling it away, pushing him more towards you. you’re starting to grind down against the pleasure, walls rhythmically fluttering around his fingers, fucking yourself on them without even knowing it. he curls them, and your head thumps back against his shoulder as you cry out. 

“i’ll give that to you” eren promises, pumping his fingers faster, his other hand coming up to cup one of your tits over your blouse, giving it a squeeze. “gonna take you home after you cream around my fingers and lay you out on your bed” he kisses your cheek, holding you firm against him when you start to twitch and writhe. “lick this little flower open. wanna feel your thighs squeeze my face when i drink the cum from your pussy, get you all loose and wet and then i wanna feel you drip down my dick when i slide it inside”

“oh god, ren!” you jerk in his hold as you feel your orgasm crest over you, gushing down his palm, as you ride his hand, milking it as tingles shoot across your whole body. A milky, creamy film rests around his knuckles when he slides his fingers out of your weeping cunt, still pulsating and twitching from the come down. 

he rubs the excess slick around your folds and clit, rubbing it in. you whimper and he chuckles and kisses your cheek. 

you sag against him, fucked out. eren brushes some hair from your forehead and kisses it. “wannabe punk pounds sweet virgin pussy into her bed” 

you look at him, confused and dazed “huh?”

eren grins at you. “s’ gonna be the name of our porno” 

#poppy speaks #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #i hate this kinda but oh well #woof #eren jaeger imagine

[dadsbongos]

trashy dad

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: Shota Aizawa/Reader (Platonic) Warnings: references (2) to un*s ann*s, one (1) use of (y/n), fem pronouns Summary: Shota trying to support his YouTuber daughter :) cuz social media aus own me Word Count: 2.1K ~~~

"Hey, gamers," you grin at the camera before tossing an arm over your father's shoulders, "My dad's in town and as you can see," you hesitated slightly before turning to face your father, "Dad's not super into taking care of himself. So, I figured what's better than doing a Q&A together while I do his makeup?"

"Hitoshi just did a 'what I eat in a day', didn't he?" Shota quirked a brow, already reaching back to tie up his messy, tangled hair.

"Spoilers!" you quietly whine as you open your phone, "He still has to edit it, silly man. We're gonna have to brush out your hair later, by the way."

Shota's eyes widened, "We? I thought this was your idea and video, (Y/n)."

"No," you huff, scrolling through a few of the questions from fans, "I mean it was but your hair is so… Okay, first question is from - oh my God the names - shrekslongtoe, what was my first word?"

"Are you gonna start putting makeup on me or just sit there?" Shota scratched at his nose before snickering, "That wasn't your first word. Your first word was 'Dada' and it drove Hizashi insane."

"Hizashi is my other dad, by the way," you lean over to grab your makeup bag, "'Toshi and I call him papa. Oooh, oh no," you looked up to Shota, "I don't have your shade, you're gonna look weird."

"I don't really care," the man shrugged, watching as you took out a pink beauty blender, "That looks like a buttplug."

"Don't say that!" your eyes were wide at his words while you got out your foundation, "Youtube doesn't like that."

"Whoops," he deadpanned, "Next question."

"Shit, right."

"Language."

"Japanese," you murmur, going to the next reply, "yoonbumskneecap asks, 'Did you believe in me-’ they said my name but you know, ‘and Hitoshi when they decided to become Youtubers?' And 'in 'Toshi's case - drop out of college to become a professional clout man.'"

"To be honest," Shota closed his eyes, only in slight fear, as you began pressing the foundation into his skin, "I was really worried about Hitoshi, I didn't know if he'd stay as big as he was because he's a lot like me, in the sense that people tend to not like us for our bluntness. So I was worried he'd be a meme for like a month and then people would drop him, but thankfully I was proved wrong," he opened his eyes when he felt you pull away and begin rooting through your bag once again, "With you, I was less worried because you're more like 'Zashi, i.e extremely likable, and you were kind of getting a boost from appearances on Hitoshi's channel. I still worry because the internet is a fickle mistress but I'm not staying up at night about it."

Pulling out a dark eyebrow pencil, you grin at your father, "Aww, that was kinda sweet. Not really but kind of."

"What I'm here for," Shota's eyes followed your hand as you uncapped the pencil and reached up, beginning to mark at his eyebrows, "I'm gonna read the next question while you kill my eyebrows."

"I'm not killing them!" you giggled, "But unlike Papa, you already have pretty thick, full eyebrows so I won't be here long."

"Good," he muttered before furrowing his brows in confusion, ignoring your frustrated groan, "who is daddysero and why is he asking if you pissed today?"

"What?!" you pull your dad's hand back to see what he was looking at, instantly calming down when you saw he was still on Twitter, "Oh, that's just Sero, he asks me that every time I tweet. I thought you went to my Instagram DMs," at Shota's questioning stare you grinned, "Mama's got simps in her DMs."

"Don't ever call yourself 'Mama' in my presence ever again," Shota shook his head, once again ignoring your annoyance, "papichulo46290 wants to know my favorite memory of you."

"If you mix me up with 'Toshi, I'll be so pissed," you return the eyebrow pencil to your bag as Shota speaks.

"I won't... probably," he shrugs while you root through your bag, "So, Hizashi had taken Hitoshi out for ice cream because of - has he mentioned his middle school trauma?" at your nod, he continues, "Hitoshi was having a bad day from middle school, shocking, so you and I were left home alone together. You were probably seven and you really wanted to paint my nails and I let you. You..." he shook his head, snickering, "you fucked them up. So bad. But you were so happy to just be spending time with me- "

"Keep talking, but I'm gonna do your eyeshadow," you lean back in, swishing your brush over a navy blue, almost black shade, "Just so you guys know, Dad wanted to look like shit, don't unsubscribe cuz this is gonna come out bad."

"It won't be too bad, you're talented," Shota did his best to remain still, "But overall, you were just so adorable and it didn't even matter that the smudged nails got me teased in the teacher's lounge the next day. It all came off after like a week because it was shitty polish but you get the idea."

"Aww, I didn't know you kept it on, that's so sweet," you fall back briefly to inspect your work, "It's not awful but I'm only posting this because you're my dad."

"Of course, I did," Shota continued scrolling through the questions, "A lot of people are asking if you mean Dad or Daddy, and a lot more people are asking for pictures of your feet, you should block them all."

"Yeah, I got sickos in my replies too, just gotta scroll past em'."

"Disgusting..." Shota grumbled as you moved to his other eye, "Is 'electrodick' Kaminari, perchance?"

"Unfortunately."

"Gross, he asks if you had an 'I'm not like other girls' phase," Shota hummed quietly in thought, "Maybe when you were eight for like a month, but that's probably because except for Nemuri you didn't have any women in your life. Thankfully you moved on from that pretty quickly."

"Oh yeah, that was a gross, weird time. You and Papa also weren’t shitty people so I didn’t have a lot of misogynist influence."

"I like to think we did a good job," Shota sighed, finally moving back into his slouching position when you pulled away completely, "Is 'explosionmurder' Bakugou?"

"You know it."

"Okay well, he's asking if you plan on fucking up your bronzing again?" he thinks for a moment, “Was that from when you looked kinda copper-ish in a video?

"Oh my God, that was one time, Bakugou!" you shout and shake your brush at the camera, "One time!"

"I don't even know what blending is so you're doing better than I am."

"God, how are we related?"

Without hesitation, Shota replied, "Surrogate. Which answers summerlongsock's question."

"Nice," you chuckle, setting the brush back in your bag, "You probably won't need too much bronze or countour since you're going for bad," you immediately turn to the camera, "And Bakugou isn't gonna say a fucking word about it!"

"Is eyeliner next? And if so, I would enjoy a nice wing," Shota muttered, looking through the remaining questions, "Hitoshi asks why I haven't done a video with him yet."

You nod along while uncapping the liner, "I'm curious about that too. I thought my first video with a parent would be with Papa. I was gonna say family but..." you shrug, "Hitoshi was my first video and then Eri came on."

"He never asked," Shota closed both of his eyes, allowing you to move his head around as you pleased, "You just texted me the video idea and we set it up while I was in town. If Hitoshi wants a video so bad he should come up with an idea."

"Jeez, don't bully the poor boy," you laughed quietly, carefully applying more eyeliner to your father's left lid, "We should all do a video together. I think it'd be fun."

"Come up with an idea," he replied flatly before opening his eyes, "davinky wants to know when you got into makeup. Probably after thirteen, sometime."

"Yeah, I got my first real eyeshadow at like fourteen and then you guys just enabled my love of makeup after that."

"Well, the thing with that was, Hizashi and I didn't want you growing up thinking you had to wear makeup for any reason," Shota opened his eyes once he felt you back away, blinking a few times, "So we waited till you were more mature because giving makeup to a six-year-old is weird."

Capping your eyeliner, you traded it out for mascara, "Yeah, even little play kits are a bit ehhh. Don't close your eyes, but look down."

Following instruction, Shota took the opportunity to read off another question, "I can't see the name but someone's asking what we did together for fun. While you were a kid."

Humming quietly in thought, you move from one eye to the other, "We used to go to diners a lot. Those late-night diner trips, remember?"

"Oh yeah, you were such a little demon about bedtime. I had to take you to this little place for scrambled eggs or some shit and you'd fall asleep on the way back home."

Putting away your mascara, you reach out for your hairbrush before beginning to pull out the hair tie in Shota's hair, "Mina wanted me to ask what videos you show people when they ask what your kids do for a living."

"For Hitoshi, the one where he and Kaminari made Bakugou breakfast with sex toys. For you, the one where you turn yourself into Mina's little character - with the pink skin," Shota winced slightly at the tug of your hairbrush, "And Eri's a teacher so that information comes first since it's the least strange."

As you fussed with his tangled nest of hair, you read another question over Shota's shoulder, "When did you know you loved me? Like after adopting me."

"Not too long after the adoption was finalized actually," Shota grumbled as the brush made its final courses through his hair, "You've always been a really great kid. I don't know when I 'realized' but it was definitely around the time you were born, maybe like the day after."

"That's pretty good considering I was a stranger," you giggled, brushing out the final knots in his dark hair, "A baby stranger."

"Hmm," Shota hummed in response, "You almost done?"

Refraining from rolling your eyes, you fluffed Shota's now smooth and detangled hair around his shoulders with a small smile, "I'm done. Your hair is so pretty when it's brushed out."

"I know," the man muttered, handing your phone back, "Wanna do one more question and then sign off?"

"Yeah," you scroll through some of the questions, "I want it to be the best question that's ever been asked."

"Ask your own, you're great at that."

You shook your head with furrowed brows at his comment, "Is that a compliment?"

"It was meant to be."

"Thanks, but no need, I've found one. Midoriya wants to know if raising two attention whores was hard. He didn't say ‘attention whores’ because he doesn't swear but that's the vibe."

"What's Midoriya's at?" Shota asked.

"SmallMight."

"Of course," the man grumbled, closing his eyes to think, "You two were honestly pretty easy to raise. Not a whole lot of fits compared to what I've heard other parents talk about. You both liked to talk a lot to each other, and, of course, to Hizashi and me. Not terribly difficult at all."

"Aww, I'm glad we didn't make you pull your hair out," you grin.

"Oh, you still did. Absolutely."

"Nice," you giggle before turning off your phone and facing the camera, "Okay guys, well, I hope you don't clown on me as much as usual because if you do, my dad will... I don't know… kick your ass."

"Exactly," Shota nodded, a horrific smile on his face, "I'll beam right into your living room."

"Hopefully you guys come back next week where I'll..." floundering for an answer, you turn to your dad as if he’d give you ideas, "Create wings to do it better than Icarus ever could."

Giving a singular stiff nod, Shota looked dead at the camera, "I'd watch it."

"You heard it from the main man himself, peeps," you waved to the camera, Shota copying the motion, “Bye!”

"If there's one comment about my eyebags, I'm never coming on your channel again," Shota lied as you leaned over to stop recording.

"They're gonna love you, I'm sure," you assure your father, "Wanna see how I edit?"

"God no, Hitoshi showed me how long it takes to edit his videos, it looks like hell."

#bnha x reader #bnha x reader platonic #shota aizawa x reader #shota x reader #aizawa x reader #shota aizawa x daughter reader #aizawa x daughter reader #shota x daughter reader #shota x reader platonic

[miekasa]

daylight’s wasting (you better kiss me)

↯ pairing: eren jaeger x reader

↯ genre and warnings: college au, fluff, someone please be gentle with this boy i’m begging you, jean and eren pretending they don’t give a fuck about each other whilst actually being best bros for the win

↯ word count: 2k

↯ summary: based off of that reddit post about some guy talking about his girlfriend washing his hair for the first time + hoping it fills a request for someone asking for reader playing with eren’s hair for the first time :’)

↯ notes: this is cross-posted and edited slightly from another blog in a completely separate fandom, so if you’ve seen it before, no you didn’t </2

Jean can’t say that he immediately noticed a pep in Eren’s step when the green-eyed boy met him in the library, but what he does notice is the stupid, dopey looking grin and starry-eyed gaze in his eyes that he’s sporting while he’s not doing his part for their project. And while Jean considers himself relatively attractive, he knows for sure Eren isn’t shy about making it known that he doesn’t; so the brunette doubts the literal heart eyes Eren has are for him.

“Eren? Eren, bro, are you good?” Jean calls, a dark eyebrow raised above his left eye. Eren barely registers the calls of his name, and it takes Jean waving his hands in front of the shorter’s face for him to wake from his trance, looking up at Jean with that same, longing smile (that’s, admittedly, starting to creep him the fuck out).

“Yeah,” Eren sighs, something reminiscent of a lovelorn cartoon prince, as he rests his elbow atop his notebook and his chin the palm of his hand, “I’m good.”

Jean looks at him, skeptical and confused. He shifts in his seat, but Eren’s eyes don’t follow—he just stares ahead, lost in thought and completely unaware of everything around him. He looks like a lovesick little bitch if you ask Jean. Or completely sloshed.

Slowly, Jean leads forward, eyebrows pinched, looking for streaks of red in Eren’s eyes, “Are you stoned right now?”

“What?” Eren pulls back, almost offended, “No, I’m not high—Jean, what the fuck?”

Jean simply shrugs, leaning back into his seat, “I dunno. Yesterday you were so stressed about your acrobatic salt cycle samples—”

“—Acetylsalicylic acid. It’s basically Asprin, and I wasn’t stressed, they just weren’t crystallizing the they way they’re supposed to—”

“I don’t fucking care. But now you look mellow as hell,” Jean cuts him off, “Just thought maybe you rolled a good one before coming here or something. Not that I’m judging, of course. But you’re much more of a lightweight than you think, so try not to go—”

“‘M not a fucking lightweight,” Eren groans, “You and Reiner are just heavy bodied.”

“Just admit you can’t hold your shit, Jaeger.”

“I’m not admitting shit. Mikasa makes strong drinks, that’s all.”

Jean grits his teeth at Eren’s stubborn antics, but lets it go. It’s not like the conversation was going anywhere, anyways. “If you’re not baked, then what’s got your head in the clouds?”

Eren shifts in his seat now, pulling his hand off the table, and into his lap. Jean’s suspicious eyebrow is quirked again, and that slightly creeped-out feeling is back when he spots Eren’s ears going red.

Jesus Christ, he just asked a simple question.

“Not that I care,” Jean tacks on, feigning disinterest, “But if it’s gonna keep you from doing your half of the project, just spill it already so we can get this shit over with.”

Eren rolls his eyes, but that blush is still there. He looks like he contemplates waving it off for a minute, before he sighs. “(Y/N) and I showered together yesterday,” he finally blurts.

Jean blinks. “Oh. So you got laid—”

“—No, no, it wasn’t like that!” Eren corrects him, the red on his ears spreading to his cheeks slowly, with every word that spills out of his mouth. Eren stutters, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck, “She just… She washed my hair.”

Eren sighs, flustered and frustrated, and annoyed that he looks like this in front of Jean’s horse-faced ass of all people; but he knows, that no matter how much shit Jean talks, he can rely on him. For better or (often times) for worse.

And Jean, for as hotheaded as he can get, and for as much as Eren annoys the shit of out him, knows how to read a room; and in this moment, he can see that Eren is actually coming to him with genuine emotions, other than masked anger and abrasiveness. So, the both of them concede; pull back from their usual pointed commentary, and listen to what the other has to say. 

“Ah,” Jean comments, lamely; an embarrassed blush of his own growing on his face at his stupidity. The two sit in silence for a moment, before Jean speaks up again, “It’s, uh… It’s nice, right?”

Eren’s eyes snap to him, wide. He almost completely forgot that Jean’s in a committed relationship, too. The two don’t often go to each other for relationship advice, or… relationship venting, but Eren makes a mental note that maybe, just maybe, he should.  

“Yeah,” Eren admits, “I don’t, uh, I don’t know how to explain it. It was just—”

“Relaxing?”

“Yeah. Like all the bullshit from school just melted away all of a sudden,” Eren confesses, “All she fucking did was wash my hair and hum for, like, five minutes, but I feel like… I don’t know. Good.”

Jean hums, acknowledging Eren’s words and mulling them over. “Loved,” he chimes in with an awkward cough, “Pretty sure that’s the word you’re looking for, Jaeger.”

Eren chokes on air, his eyes darting around the room. So, yeah, it’s still a little awkward, talking with Jean of all people about his relationship, and love, and all that gushy stuff; but, even Eren can admit, it’s comforting to know that someone knows what he’s feeling—even if that someone is Jean.

“You should tell her. Girls like that shit, when you tell em what you’re thinking, you know?” Jean comments, picking up his pen to resume scribbling in his notebook. He sounds nonchalant, but from the redness on his face, Eren can tell he’s just as flustered, and probably thinking about his own girlfriend. “Besides, you’ve been together for a long ass time now. Don’t know what you’re waiting for at this point.”

“Yeah,” Eren coughs, pretending to resume his own homework, “Yeah, I think I will.”

“Good,” Jean nods, “Now will you fucking paste your paragraph in the Google Doc so I can rewrite it and make it coherent.”

“Fuck you, it’s coherent as is.”

“As if. I’ve read your shit before, and it sounds like it was written by six year old on meth. You science majors can’t write to save your life.”

“Tough talk from someone who can’t do basic addition.”

“Derivatives and shit aren’t basic addition, they were created by a man who died a virgin. Tells me everything I need to know about them and you.”

Three days later, Eren finds himself alone in your off-campus apartment, laying on your bed, stomach to the mattress, while he tries to convince himself to study for his upcoming biology exam. He finds looking around your room to be much more interesting, though, and takes the time to notice things he hadn’t before.

There’s a small strip of images of the two of your in a clear mason jar on your nightstand—the newest addition to your collection—from the photo booth at the ice-skating rink you went to last week. Eren doesn’t know why you insist on going to every photo booth you come across, but who is he to deny you the pictures.

When he looks to your closet, he isn’t surprised to see two of his hoodies, one of his warm-up soccer uniforms, and last season’s hockey jersey hanging up. What does surprise him, is the way they’re all hung up next to each other, like they have their own little section amongst your clothing; like they were reserved, special almost. He bets they’re all probably washed and clean, too; because you take care of his things like that.

He thinks about how he has a few pairs of sweatpants and pajamas—hell, even a pair of slacks and a button-down from one of your fancier dates—all tucked away in his very own drawer in your dresser. The bucket hats thats you claim are oh-so ugly still have their own place in your room, hanging next to your belts. Even his psychology textbook sits on your desk, clearly set aside for him and taken care of, but still integrated amongst your other belongings. 

You seem to be the only person who thinks Eren and all his baggage can have a place in your life. You seem to always have space for things to fit in, no matter how stupid, or ugly, or tattered they are; no matter how emotional, or lost, or impulsive he is. Nothing is out of place here, himself included. 

Lost in his thoughts, Eren doesn’t register the sound of your front door opening, or your footsteps growing louder. In fact, he doesn’t register that you’re home at all, until you come padding into your bedroom, shaking your backpack off of your shoulders and setting it next to his on the ground.

“Hey, baby,” you greet him, almost offhandedly, as you place your coffee down on your desk. He doesn’t mind—actually the element of practiced casualness in your tone brings a kind of warmth to him, and makes his stomach flutter. 

“Hey,” he smiles, a stupidly fond look in his eye as his watched you shimmy your jacket off of your shoulders. 

Eren sits himself upwards, shifting so that his long legs dangle off the edge of your bed as he watching your silhouette move throughout your bedroom. When you’re finished removing all your layers and jewelry, you finally look to him, greeting him a second time as you walk towards him and your bed.

Eren cages you in when you reach him, his ankles wrapped on top of each other as he secures you standing between his legs. He wraps his arms loosely around your waist, while your fingers crawl up the nape of his neck.

“Your hair’s dry,” you hum, your fingers raking through his brown locks as if to make your point, “You didn’t shower yet?”

Eren shakes his head lightly, craning his neck forwards to tuck the cold tip of his nose into your collar. He holds you a little tighter when you smooth his hair down, one of your hands resting against the back of his neck, and lightly scraping at the hairs near his nape.

“How come?” you question innocently, “I thought your classes ended a few hours ago—did your lab go late again? You should tell your TA you have a life outside of trying to culture bacteria in a dish, you know.”

Eren chuckles lightly, but feels the concern in your voice tug heavily at his heart strings. You seem to really hate his lab TA.

“Wasn’t him this time,” Eren mumbles against your skin, “Was waiting for you.”

“Yeah? That gonna be a regular thing, now?”

“Wouldn’t mind,” Eren confesses, words barely audible as he buries his face into your neck. He tries tickle you with his eyelashes, shift the heat towards you, but you move out of reach too quickly; your hands on his shoulders, forcing him to sit upright.

He has to look up you, just slightly, and he hopes he doesn’t look like a complete blushing idiot. If he does, you don’t seem to mind, if the way you cup his face between your hands is any indication.

“Well then, come on. I bought two new loofahs yesterday.”

Eren follows you to the bathroom with a smile, borderline giggling with excitement all the way to the shower. When it comes down to it, he relishes in the feeling of your fingertips against his scalp, suds of shampoo cascading down his neck as you find amusement in coiling his hair into a bubbly mohawk.

It’s so mundane, so simple, yet overwhelmingly intimate the way you’re taking care of him—the way you always take care of him. It fills Eren to the brim with emotions he can’t even begin to convey with words.

And when you’ve had you’re fun, and made sure his hair is throughly clean and smells like apples, you take your body wash on the ball of his (his! his very own!) loofah, and scrub away at his back, down his shoulders, across his torso; and Eren can’t stop the tears from falling.

He realizes his must look bizzare, to be standing the middle of your shower, crying like a baby with soap and suds all over his body, but he can’t help himself.

“Eren? Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he assures you, hiccuping between his words and sniffling away any more tears that threaten to fall. You don’t seem convinced, and once again, Eren feels his heart swell at just the sheer thought at you’d hold even an ounce of concern for him the way you do.

“You’re crying, Eren,” you point out, voice soft, but clearly concerned, as you reach your hands up to cup his face again, “Did I hurt you? What’s wr—”

Eren cuts you off by wrapping you in a hug, hoping—praying—you know that you could never hurt him. The two of you spend nearly five whole minutes like that, your arms wrapped around each other’s middles, with warm water pouring over your naked skin. Eren can feel you pressing shallow kisses into his chest, and he feels his heart physically swell every time your lips make contact with his skin.

It’s on the fifth, quiet press of your lips that Eren knows he can’t hold it in anymore; pulls away from your embrace to look you in your eyes.

“I love you,” he finally confesses, with wet hair stuck to his forehead, and teary eyes. It’s hardly a picture perfect moment, but Eren can’t bring himself to care; he needs you to know.

But, of course, you already did. “I know, Eren,” you say with a smile, kissing his chin, and then on the tips of your toes, his lips, “And I love you more.”

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