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baddiewiththebook · 7 months

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ONE OF THE BOYS

-> While you pine hopelessly over your best friend, Eddie Munson. You hear the sentiment 'one of the boys' one too many times and you've decided to change that. All in the name of the one boy who won't even look at you, or so you think.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> friends to lovers, slow burn, angst

-> warnings - strong language and suggestive themes [no smut]

-> a/n originally a one-shot, but I couldn’t help myself and wrote some more!

Part 1 [Part 2]

-> <-

Your heart sinks into the deepest pits of your chest. The tiny inconspicuous hole where no one would ever look. Your spirit lies under the earth, while Eddie lies bricks instead of dirt across your corpse. A quite violent death you have taken on.

“Are you still with us?” Gareth waves a hand in front of your face. Grease slips between his fingers from his two day old burger that your school pretends was freshly slapped on a grill that morning.

You squirm. “Sorry, what was that?”

“Eddie says you could come to practice,” he throws his hand up. “You’re one of the boys!”

Right.

Like someone had thrown water across your face, you slide theatrically to the floor in a puddle of you. Theatrically speaking - of course.

The lunchroom chatter dies in the back of your head like you just did a moment ago. You excuse yourself from the group, while claiming that you have forgotten your exam in the next class period and you should really put in at least a few moments of study time.

Your few moments are actually spent stowing yourself away in the ladies room.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe he asked you out!” A girl squeals. “What are you going to wear? Tell me everything!”

You had stopped your self doubting and your eternally ill fading romantic imaginations you came up with while you stare at the dull gaze in your eye behind the dirty spotted bathroom mirror. You should focus on your studies anyway. Failing your senior year of high school, again, was not on your list of to-do's.

Then again, the two girls gossiping were very pretty. You took notes. Hair full and down to her chest in length. The kind of hair Texas wishes they had. Cheeks were plump, and dusted pink with some powder of sorts. Full lips covered in sweet strawberry gloss. You can smell their gloss from just a sink away. That, or perhaps that was their perfume. Sweet and feminine.

“I'm sorry,” one of them notices you staring, while she applies a thick coat of her lip-gloss. 'Strawberry Dream' is what the little label on the tube reads. “Are we being loud?”

“No, no,” you shake your head.

“Okay,” she sings awkwardly, before continuing the conversation her friend had started. “Anyway, Josie, I think we should go shopping for a new outfit. Oh! I - so - need a new gloss. Something sexy!”

“Sexy?” You accidentally slip the words, before you could stop yourself.

The girl cocks her head. “Do you usually eavesdrop?”

Not that they weren’t talking in front of her.

“My bad,” you tug at the ends of your t-shirt. “Erm- you’re trying to impress this boy?”

“Yes,” she says simply. “Do you have some sort of advice?”

Looking you up and down, she spots the stains from your lunch at your chest. Trying not to snort and jeer at your expense, she waits for you to respond. Her cocky tight lipped smile says enough.

“Actually,” you reply. “I- Why don’t you try being yourself? He clearly likes you to ask you out, so maybe you could tone it down?”

“Tone it down?” She frowns. “Like you? Tell me er- girl of some sort- how many dates have you gotten with that fresh out of bed look you wear every single day. You look like a shy boy. Yeah, I see you around. You’re small like a shrimp. You need to be shark in these waters or your going to get your head bitten off. Put on a bra. A low cut top. And, maybe some blush to hide that dead corpse face you wear-,”

“It’s my skin-,”

“When you get a date, then you get an opinion. Got it?”

“Got it,” you zip your lips. What a bitch.

-> <-

Practice, as the group of men slamming poorly synchronized chords together, is held at Gareth’s garage promptly after school. You did not participate in the noise, but rather you sit in a lawn chair onlooking. Fanning yourself with your hands, sweat glistens across your skin like armor.

Your friends finish their set. Eyes on you, you cheer for their noise that will surely draw eyes from the neighborhood. Someone will be by soon to tell the boys to quiet their racket, and to perhaps indulge themselves in a new activity like reading a book. The Book, perhaps.

“You’re getting better,” you propose promisingly.

Eddie nudges your shoulder with a fist on his way to the cooler to grab a cold soda. You pretend like your heart didn’t just stop inside of your chest.

“I told you, guys,” Eddie has been raving to his band mates (and occasional D&D players) that you, his B.F.F., wasn’t going to ruin practice. That just because you might have a new rack and hips hidden underneath this t-shirt wasn’t going to change any dynamic within the group.

They all agreed about this while staring at your ever growing chest and hips. You cover your chest again, before speaking out of turn.

“Are you ever going to preform these songs?” You ask the group.

Eddie��s plush lips touch the bottle his soda came in. Condensation from the glass dripped across his chin and down his neck to the exposed flesh of his chest.

And, they were so worried about you “developing.” Here you are, eyeballing your best friend like you haven’t ever seen him before. Suddenly, you woke up one morning and you were obsessed with him!

It isn’t like that at all. You didn’t know when you began having feelings for your best friend. Somewhere between living next to each other in the trailer park. Sneaking out after your curfew to splash in Lovers Lake (Eddie’s favorite way to wash off his worries). And, the times you tripped over your own clumsiness when Eddie was the first to rescue you. You might have just fallen into his eyes you stared at them so long. Maybe- maybe that’s when something changed.

No more boys and girls - there are men and women. High school changes us - all of us. There’s science behind it all, you suppose. You took health courses, but no scientific explanation could bring you to figure out how you were completely enamored by your best friend.

Your best friend, who is sweating underneath the heat of the garage. Finding himself without options, he strips his shirt.

“Hold this for me,” he says like there’s no issue. Because there was no issue for him, you’re alone in your feelings. Classic.

“Sure,” you fold his shirt up in your lap, while resisting the urge to inhale his scent like a trained dog trying to find a missing person. Or, like an addict getting their fix for the first time in days.

“And, yes,” Eddie announces, before slamming down a new chord. “Come watch us at the Hideout!”

“Really?!”

“Sure,” Gareth speaks for his friend. “If you want.”

“I’ll come,” you ask, “What time?”

“We’ll start setting up around six in the evening, but we’re not set to play until seven,” Eddie explains to you. “Friday.”

You nod. “I’ll be there!”

“Oh, Eddie!” Gareth grabs his attention. “You gonna bring Roxie?”

Roxie Martin? Now, she’s a hot pair of tits in a mini skirt. Full scarlet lips, Rockin’ Roxie, as some people called her, was a She Devil in human skin. Sinking her teeth into her pray, she poisons them with feminine venom. She doesn’t even have to sing them a tune, for men will follow her into the depths of the vast blue ocean without question.

Some just thought she was a slut in heels, though.

Whatever story floats.

Eddie strums a sour note.

“Dude, I’m just teasing,” his friend snickers.

Eddie scolds his friend, then the group of boys begin to slam on their instruments some more.

You sat there for hours watching Eddie slobber over his guitar. Sweat glistened down across his skin. His fingers striking each chord by heart as he did every night. Touching the strings expertly with the tips of his cherry red fingers. He begun feeling sore towards the end of the night, and the guys agree that it would probably be a good opportunity to turn in for the night.

Practice would resume tomorrow.

And you were forever and eternally frustrated.

-> <-

“Robin,” you slouched over the clear candy bowl labeled ‘Free.’ “I need to be a girl.”

Robin jabs away at the keypad of the store computer that is clearly frozen. While she might be renting out videos to people, Robin’s shit with technology.

That gave her more time to ignore her responsibilities, however, and acknowledges to your moping. With an arched brow, she sucks in her lips and she lets them go with a loud pop.

“You are a girl,” she states the obvious, while appearing to look down at your chest. “Or- so I think.”

“That’s not what I meant,” you stuff more candy into your mouth like a starved squirrel just coming out from hibernation. Squirrels hibernate, don’t they? Whatever.

“What ever could you possibly mean?” She props herself up onto her elbows.

There was a time when you were a child that a mean boy kicked dirt on you at the playground. Swooping in like your knight in shining armor, Eddie came to you to brush the dirt from your clothes and to wipe the tears from your cheeks. Feeling outcasted, Eddie surrounded himself in the weaker kids. The kids that enjoy recess sitting on the brick wall of their school, or close by the door to wait for your teachers to let you back inside.

You read books with him during quiet reading because he didn’t know how to keep the letters from mixing together. Eddie would apologize for his hair being frizzy, and all over the place. You thought he was funny looking like that.

Sometimes you wish you could go back to the good old days where your heart didn’t sing in your chest whenever your childhood best friend was near. You wish the aching in your bones would sooth itself instead of feeling fuzzy every time Eddie greeted you at a whisper from behind. That his strong hand touching you like a doll would become friendly again, and less like you want to shove him against the lockers to kiss his pretty face.

You knew better.

Yet, here you are.

Say it had something to do with what happened yesterday. Roxie’s sexy. You want her sexy. Not her. But, just the sexy. And, whoever was in the bathroom was right. You’re much more than a baggy t-shirt and a pair of denim on your legs. You grew up during the summer, and so what if you want to show off a bit. You earned your assets.

“I can’t tell you,” you put out there for Robin to read. “You’ll blab to Steve, and Steve will tell- doesn’t matter.”

You wait for her to speak, but Robin never does. She blinks at you.

“There’s this boy-,”

“A boy?!” Her voice echoes against the furthest most walls.

You wave your hands. “Robin!”

“Go on!”

“I just - I want to grow up a little.”

The jangle of the front door opening broke their conversation apart. There was nothing elegant about Eddie Munson. He slammed his jacket into the stand of desperately rentable tapes. The display wobbled. Swiveled. And, slammed into the floor. The video tapes splattered.

“Dude!” Robin huffs. “I just put those up!”

Eddie scrambles to rescue the mess. “My bad, Robs. You know? You might not want to put these right in front of the walkway. ‘Could get knocked over - see?”

Robin knew Eddie from class. Smart mouth guy with a lot to say about literature. He held a lot in his head, but once he got to a piece of paper, he could just go.

“The usual, Eddie?”

Oh, and he also rented out the same tape once a week for the past three weeks. It was a Rated R film that had a single one minute scene of a nude woman on top of a man she was suffocating. Not with her boobs- with his belt.

Robin snaps back into reality.

“Eh, looking for something new,” he fixed the display, before joining the girls at the register. “Suggestions?”

Robin slams her palm against the monitor. “Stupid thing is still frozen. Oh! Did you hear your little pal has a crush on a boy?”

“Robin!” You cringe. Turning into the wallpaper sounds really nice right about now. Hell, you’ll fix that computer if it gets Robin off the topic of you.

Anyone, she can blab to anyone, but Eddie. Where was Steve when you needed him? Oh, you are so screwed!

“What? It’s just Eddie!”

Just Eddie - yeah, Robin, that’s the problem.

“A crush? On who?” Eddie scoffs out loud.

Your jaw goes agape. “Are you saying I can’t have a crush on someone?”

“No, I just- you’re one of the guys!”

“She can’t be one of the guys forever,” Robin defends you. Perhaps she saw you twitch. “She’s a girl underneath those stains.”

You brush your dirty t-shirt.

“Robin-,”

“What? Whoever this boy is, he’s shit out of luck if he doesn’t see what we all see,” your friend continues.

Eddie teeters his balance back and forth on each foot.

“I’m going to go look for a movie,” he says.

Robin ignores him shuffling into the isles. “I’m just saying if he doesn’t like you back that is his loss. Right?”

You peak around for any sight of Eddie. His frizzy mane is locked onto a movie in the farthest isle.

“Oh my god,” Robin follows your gaze. “Oh my god! This is big- no, huge- I can’t believe before my eyes your friends to lovers trope-,”

“Robin! Hush!” You whisper at a much louder volume than you anticipate.

Yet, here comes Eddie back to the counter without a film in hand. Robin shoots you a glance that screams that she’s about to burst like a toddler who has to pee, but they can’t get their overalls off.

“Can’t find anything?” Robin intertwined her fingers in front of her.

“Maybe tomorrow,” Eddie sighs.

The sound that came from Robin’s lips could have been the earth splitting in two, and trying to suck her in or the angels above calling her back to heaven. She’s a bit eccentric.

Oh, God, you think she’s plotting.

“Actually,” she settles. “I have a film back here that we haven’t set out on shelves yet.”

“Is it a romance?” He guesses purely based on the actors gazing longingly on the front cover. “Robin, I don’t do romance.”

“Obviously,” she says as a matter-of-fact. “Anyway, this is a mystery. Hm? You know? Like clues and shit.”

“Clues and shit?”

“Maybe,” you signal ‘no’ to Robin, but she blatantly ignores you, “you two can watch it together. Hm? Solve the mystery, before the show ends? Let me know what you think!”

“Robin-,” Eddie begins, but Robin is already scanning the tape to rent out.

“It’ll be fun!”

You pinch the bridge of your nose.

“I’ll see you around six for a movie night like old times?”

You mask your embarrassment. Nodding in a set agreement, Eddie left with the film still eyeing the cover like it had just insulted him.

“How could you do that?” You shame her.

Robin shrugs her shoulders, while dancing behind the counter like a relationship fairy.

“Oh! You’ll need something to wear by then!” She shouts to her coworker. “Steve! I’m not feeling well! Will you be okay for the rest of the day?!”

“Ah ha,” Steve appears like he’s been waiting for permission to enter the conversation. “You’re not leaving me here by myself!”

“What was that? I can’t hear you,” she points to her ear, as she’s setting her jacket over her shoulders. “Ear ache.”

“Robin!”

“Huh? Oh, thank you!” She shuffles herself and you out the front door.

Warm air meets you outside. Although you wished to take off another layer, you felt practically naked as is. Cotton blend shirts were thick in these spring days. The same could be said for your denim jeans.

“Won’t he be mad?” You ask.

Robin snorts. “Steve? No.”

No explanation given - no explanation necessary. Robin and Steve were like a pair of siblings at most times. Although, knowing Steve had a thing for Robin at some point made the analogy much creepier than it should have been.

You drive yourself and Robin back to your home where your family was not. They’re out of town for the whole week doing an anniversary trip. Figuring your of the age to take care of yourself, they’ve left you by yourself with only the responsibility of keeping the home clean.

“What are we looking for?” You sit on your made bed hugging one of your pillows to your chest, while Robin riffles through your closet.

Robin shoves another dress across the hanger to the disapproved pile. Her grunts and sighs are discouraging as is, but rather her blatant disregard that you like some of those clothes is hurting even more. Or, maybe you like those clothes. You haven’t gone shopping in a while.

“Do you own anything that isn’t from Forever 40?” She jokes heartily.

You tilt your head to one side. “I like my clothes.”

“Well, we don’t have time for shopping,” she scans around your room for something. Jostling your clean laundry, your papers across your desk and the drawers under them - she finally lets out an, “Ah, ha!”

You groan. “Are you going to clean your mess?”

Clearly ignoring you, Robin holds up a sharpened pair of scissors like a magic wand. Holding one of your plain shirts in the air, she begins slicing away at every angle.

“Hey!” You protest.

She pauses. “Right, put it on.”

“Rob, that’s my favorite shirt!”

“I’ll buy you another one,” she shoves your head through the hole, and continues sniping at the edges. Fondling your chest, she measures where the top of your breast lies. “Hey! Your the first woman to let me touch their boobs. Congrats!”

You laugh at this. “Robin, as your friend, you can touch my boobs any time you need a fix.”

“Don’t tease me with a good time,” she jokes back. With one more snip, she steps away from you. “You have any skirts? No, of course you don’t. Jeans will have to do.”

You couldn’t hear Robin’s tangent. In the standing mirror hung on your wall, you saw someone new. Surely, she moves when you move. Her chest bounces while she breathes. That tan from the summer on the beach is touching her skin in a most devilish manor. You hold your chin a bit higher seeing what a few snips from craft scissors will do.

“Makeup!” Robin insists.

Pink rouge presses into your cheekbones. Those cheekbones you earned from your grandmother. That’s always the compliment your mother spoke. And, mascara coated thickly across your eyelashes. Your lashes are rather short, but with that black mascara you were seeing yourself glow with confidence.

Lip gloss that tasted like honey-

“In case you’re kissing any boys tonight,” she clicks the tube together with the wand. “My dear, you’re ready.”

You take a spin in the mirror.

“I hardly recognize myself,” you touch your hair.

Robin slaps your hand away. “Don’t mess that up, before Eddie gets here. Oh! And, look at the time, I should go.”

You’re left by yourself for another hour. Twiddling your thumbs, and checking your makeup by the minute. Eventually, you pop popcorn in the microwave and place the bowl in the center of the coffee table in the living room. You twist the bowl around, so you can’t see the chip on the side from when you dropped the bowl a few years ago.

Tapping your foot against the plush carpet beneath your feet, you travel between worlds where you feel ridiculous for dressing up like this, but you also feel hot.

Denim cuts at your waist, and you begin to doubt wearing jeans instead of pajamas. You never wore jeans after you got home. Eddie will surely know what’s up.

You have no time to change your mind because the doorbell rings through the quiet house. Stillness - as if moving would threaten your life somehow. Then, again, the doorbell sings.

You drag the sweat from your hands onto the back of your jeans. Jeans that you should have changed to shorts. He’ll see right through your ruse!

You settle your nerves with one more glance over in the mirror in your little entryway. When you open the front door, Eddie’s tickling the lavender your mom set out on the front porch last week.

“What? Your shirt go through a lawnmower?” Was the first thing he says.

You knew it.

“Erm-,”

“I brought the movie, and beer,” he held up the movie and a six pack he snaked off of his uncle. “Come on, I’m freezing out here.”

Eddie doesn’t ask where anything is. He’s been here so many times before, birthdays, holidays and any time your mother has just come back from the supermarket with “the good snacks.”

You knew each other for some time, which is probably why he’s never going to see you as someone other than his best friend. Why would you think about that? You had a shot, right?

“I popped popcorn,” you pointed in the living room.

“Sick,” he drops down into your couch. “We can go ahead and start the movie - the guys will be here soon.”

“The guys?” You blurt.

“Well, yeah,” Eddie says. “Like old times?”

“Right,” the light in your eye fades, and you just hope Eddie can’t sense the hesitance in your tone.

In the next hour, your quiet date night that had been set up by your overly optimistic friend, swirls in the direction that it is always meant to be. You squish into the couch arm rest, while Gareth battles Eddie over the movie choice. Although, this time the boys came to an agreement that this was not an action movie like Robin promised Eddie earlier.

“Where’s the gore?!” Gareth flings popcorn at the television screen. “Throw her off the ledge!”

“You want to see an innocent woman flung to her death?” You snap at him.

A piece of popcorn drops from Gareth’s mouth, and into his awaiting lap. You didn’t come to raising your tone with the boys unless something truly bothers you. Clearly, by the tightness in your chest, some of the anger spills over the edge. Quite like the woman dangling the man’s waist.

“Never mind,” you stand. “I’m going to make more popcorn.”

Taking the bowl from Eddie, you stow away in the comfort of your kitchen. Before your mother left for her trip, a folded note stacked on the island told you to not bring anyone over. But, if you are going to have boys over, she asks that you use protection. She has a wild imagination if she thinks her daughter has a sex life.

She must have passed this onto you. You toss yourself at someone, who obviously holds no similar feelings as you do. This whole night was a bust. Your eyes itch from the mascara. Your lips bled from when you chewed on them like they’re your last meal. At least the color matches with your lip gloss that you reapplied many times in the bathroom when you need a break from the crowd in your living room. And, you can’t feel your waist anymore. Tingling below the belt - and for all the wrong reasons.

“You okay?” Gareth’s voice startles you.

You spin around, and he’s there standing where the carpet meets the linoleum.

A yell from the living room suggests something mortifying must have happened in the film like the boy finally kissing the girl, or perhaps saying something romantic.

“Yeah,” you blink. “Just- making more popcorn.”

Gareth doesn’t say anything about the popcorn bags sitting on the counter next to him, but the room reads itself. You scamper over to the bag, before ripping the plastic and the bag apart by accident sending kernels across the floor. Gareth meets you at the floor below.

“Shit,” you sniff. “I’ll get the broom.”

“Hey,” he grabs your arm, before you can run off again. “What’s going on?”

You sit next to the mess on the floor letting out a gust of air from your lungs that you’ve been holding onto for dear life.

“It’s stupid,” you tell him.

Gareth moves a piece of your hair from in front of your face. “What?”

You look at him for the first time. Between you two, you didn’t have to say a word he didn’t already know. Because while you’re chasing Eddie, Gareth’s warm heart is following after you. You’re blind to him before.

“Eddie’s not going to like me back, is he?” You whisper at an almost inaudible volume. Dabbing at your eye, you wipe the single tear threatening to break the damn.

Gareth sits next to you with his arms wrapped around his knees.

“I don’t know,” he says honestly. “I think he just hasn’t woken up yet. He does talk about you a lot when your not around.”

“Really?”

“You scare him,” Gareth lets out a breathy laugh. “In a good way. He- he’s never had someone to rely on in his life besides his uncle. And, if what Eddie says is true, you’ll never truly change to please anyone. You’re loyal, and your funny. You’re beyond beautiful. The Goddesses shrivel in your light-.”

Your cheeks heat up.

“Okay, I might have added that last part,” he admits. “But, you never know if you don’t try.”

You reach out for his hand. “Thank you, Gareth.”

He squeezes your hand. “Anytime.”

You say. “And I- I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Erm- you know.”

“I guess I do,” he looks away. “I’ll be fine.”

You toss a popcorn kernel Gareth’s direction hoping to lighten the mood. Gareth snorts and tosses one back.

“We should clean up,” you tell him.

Gareth agrees. “Oh, and - when I said you don’t change, I meant it.”

You pull at your half shirt. “Yeah, I don’t think this is me. Everyone just kept telling me to stop dressing like a boy.”

“Trust me,” Gareth suggests. “You do not look like a boy.”

“Oh, shut up,” you gather yourself on your own two feet. “I don’t know - I kind of like the look, but maybe tone it down a bit?”

“I’ll get the broom,” Gareth says leaving your question unanswered. "Oh, and I promise to keep myself and the guys out of your way the next time Eddie suggests we all have a 'movie night'" at your house."

"You caught onto that?"

"It's a classic move," he sweeps. "I can't say I wasn't going to try it on you some day."

"Well, I'm sorry that it won’t work out between us," you assure him.

"I'll survive," he won’t really look at you now, only at the task at hand. "Besides, I know how great of a guy Eddie is. If you do go out with him, there’s no hard feelings."

Gareth sweeps every last kernel from the floor, then uses the dust pan to scoop them up and finally tosses them into the bin. By the time he's done scoping out every inch of your floor, you're done popping a new bag of popcorn.

The movie night continues without a hitch (aside from the merciless damning of the film coming from each of the boys in your home). Your eye on the one man, who could never look at you the way you do him. But, you don't know that for sure.

Because, as soon as you look away, Eddie's full attention is on you.

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jeneveuxrein · 5 months

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safety net [2/2] (BLACKPINK Rosé)

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part 1 (14.8K) | part 2 (11K)

(yeah, lol)

Self-loathing has always been something you’ve done. It was likely the result of never being good enough for your parents even when you delivered on every single expectation they’ve had for you.

At this current point in your life, you hate yourself for the situation you blindly agreed to.

It’s been about a month since Rosie disturbed your peace in the library, asking if you’d teach her how to have sex, which translates into having sex with her.

You haven’t had sex yet, but you’ve done everything else a lot. Rosie has been eager to finally do it, but there’s something that always stops you. She gets frustrated, but you eat her out, quickly bringing her to an orgasm, and all is forgotten until next time. You sense her getting impatient, but you’re scared that once you finally do, that’ll be it.

And it’s been nice spending all this time with her. You see her pretty much every day. The only times you don’t is if she has to finish a project or if she has a date with Soohyun. When it’s the latter, you get all broody, but your mood immediately changes when she messages you as soon as she’s home.

Rosie doesn’t tell you much about the dates unless you ask. She has shared that they’ve exchanged a couple kisses here and there, but she often compares Soohyun to you—too much teeth, too aggressive, too… everything she’s not used to. It goes straight to your ego because how could it not.

The physical aspect of your relationship aside, you two are actually getting along. You still bicker, but it doesn’t end with her yelling anymore.

Rosie’s a catch, which is understandable based on the amount of people that want to be with her. She’s funny. She’s kind. She’s driven. She’s sometimes in her own world, that you often get lost with her when she rambles on about her day. She’s someone you could see yourself with if it was under different circumstances.

You hear your name being called, breaking you out of your thoughts as you stare at your computer screen. You see Rosie approaching you with Jisoo, waving as the other woman looks bored already.

“Hey Rosie,” You greet affectionately. “Jisoo.”

Jisoo gives you a wave, smiling, as Rosie walks behind your chair.

“Whatcha working on?” Rosie peeks over your shoulder.

It’s an expense report that your father sent you to look over, but you’ve been swamped with exams coming up.

“Just work stuff,” You answer, stretching your arms and letting out a yawn. “Are you done with your project?”

“Yeah, Jisoo and I were going to grab dinner but I wanted to find you before we left,” Rosie ruffles your hair. “I’ll come by after though?”

Jisoo makes a gagging sound, earning a glare from the woman behind you.

“Sure, I’ll be home around 8. I have a game today,” You inform her, checking the time.

“Oh what? You should’ve told me, I would’ve came,” Rosie sounds disappointed.

“It’s alright, I probably won’t play that much anyways,” You send her an easy smile. “I’ll see you later.”

Rosie nods, blowing you a kiss that has you blushing while Jisoo makes the sound again. She grunts when Rosie hits her arm, a quick bye before getting dragged away.

You watch their figures get smaller, suddenly missing Rosie that you can’t focus anymore on work. You sigh, shaking your head, deciding that you’ll just shoot around before your game.

“Why,” Rosie tears her lips away from yours, tilting her head back that you attack her neck. “Won’t you have sex with me?” She pants when you suck on her skin, careful to not leave a mark because he might see it.

“Are you in a rush?” You murmur, hand sneaking underneath her blouse to palm her breast.

“Well—no,” She gasps when you gently pinch her nipple. “I just think I’m ready. We’ve done a lot and I—fuck.”

“You what?” You continue your ministrations on her chest, massaging each breast with equal attention.

“I’ve been thinking about how you’d feel inside me,” You stop and she squirms underneath you.

If you weren’t hard enough before, you’re about ready to bust through your briefs.

You pull back, staring at her. Your mind’s going a mile a minute because you weren’t expecting to actually follow through tonight.

“I want this with you,” Rosie whispers, sitting up slightly to kiss you on the lips. “If anything hurts, I’ll tell you.”

Fuck fuck okay. It’s go time and you couldn’t talk yourself out of this.

“Okay,” You nod, kissing her forehead. “Are you sure?” You have to ask one more time.

“Yes,” Rosie tugs her blouse over her head, leaving her completely nude. “You’re overthinking this.”

You are, but for reasons she doesn’t know. You don’t even know yourself. You’re acting as if it’s your first time.

“Kiss me,” And you do, resting your weight on top of her.

It’s slow and sensual, her lips soft on your as you trail your hand between her legs. You swipe a finger in between her folds to check and she’s wet. She moans at the contact, rolling her hips for more contact. You repeat the movement just to be sure. You’ve been told that you’re above average in the size department, and you don’t want her to be in any pain.

Rosie gets impatient, tugging your waistband down to free your cock. You groan when her hand wraps around you, stroking you gently as you kick the material off.

When you deem her wet enough, you meet her hand with yours, guiding your cock in between her lips. Your body screams at you to enter her, but instead with your control quickly slipping, you run your length in between, moaning at the first contact of her pussy.

“Stop teasing,” Rosie pants, body trembling beneath you as you rock your hips.

“I’m sorry,” You’re really not. You don’t know what comes over you, but you lean back, spreading her legs wider as you grip your cock, spreading the precum over. “I need to get a condom.” You reach over to your nightstand, but she stops you.

“Have you had sex with anyone since?”

“No,” You’ve been too wrapped up in her that any woman that you’ve seen at a party or hooked up with previously hasn’t been on your mind.

“Then no condom, I’m on the pill,” Rosie says softly.

You stare at her for a moment, heart pounding against your chest at what she’s offering. Rationale goes out the window because even though you’ve had a condom rule for the past year, you’d love to feel her without one.

“Trust me?” Rosie bites her lip, nodding, eyes locked at your cock as you rest the head at her entrance. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

You take a breath, more for your sake, as your cock slowly enters her. Her hands shoot to your hip, stopping your movement instantly.

You’ve barely made any headway, but from what you’re feeling so far is too much for you to handle. She’s warm, wet, and tight as her body tenses at the intrusion. You keep reminding yourself to go slow because this is still her first time and going at the pace your body is telling you to would not be fair to her.

“Holy shit,” Rosie gasps as her hands move to grip your arms. “Keep going,” She breathes slowly, catching her breath as you press your hips slightly forward.

Her heat envelops you, applying a delicious pressure the deeper you go. You glance down at where your bodies are joined and you’re barely halfway there.

What you want to do is snap your hips forward, completely, but you’re aware of Rosie’s breathing and expressions for any signs of discomfort.

Though that awareness is quickly getting lost.

“Are you all the way?” Rosie asks weakly, eyes scrunched closed.

“Uh, almost?” You’re able to say as you gently rock back and forth to get your cock inside more. “How are you feeling?”

“It’s—fuck—not bad, but there’s just a lot of pressure,” Rosie breathes out.

Tell me about it.

You distract her by kissing her all over, keeping your rhythm as her body relaxes to take more of you in. Her nails scratch at your arms, but you’d take a little bit of pain any day.

You don’t realize it, but in no time, you’re fully sheathed by her heat, letting out a whimper when you see your cock disappear inside her.

“You doing okay?” You grunt, burying your face into her neck to keep yourself from cumming right then and there.

“Yeah,” Rosie sighs, experimenting by squeezing her inner walls around you.

“You’re so hot,” You murmur, trailing kisses along her neck. “Your pussy feels so good around me, you’re taking me so well.” Her body responds to your words—interesting—as she spreads her legs wider to take you in. “You like hearing how you make me feel, huh?” Rosie can only nod, tipping her head back.

You lean back, slowly pulling your hips back, and watch, entranced, as your cock slides out. It’s covered in her slick, and you’ve never seen anything hotter. You let out a sigh as you feel her contract around the tip. She moans and something snaps inside you that you suddenly thrust back in.

Rosie screams at the pressure, letting out a filthy moan that has you groaning. Your body moves on its own accord, slowly pumping your cock in and out of her pussy that has you seeing stars.

“Fuck, baby,” She moans, pants, as she starts to babble nonsense as her walls accommodate to your girth. “You feel so good.”

You try not to pay attention to the pet name, but it only spurs you on more.

Her walls rhythmically squeeze every time you bottom out. It doesn’t stop you. It makes you chase the feeling, an addiction that you wouldn’t mind having.

You lose yourself in her body, watching her bite her lip and lose her breath as she grabs onto the sheets. Hearing your name fall from her lips wakes something up in you.The sounds she makes drive you to thrust into her, and when you hit a certain spot inside, she demands you don’t stop. You don’t break rhythm as she squirms. You grab her hips, letting out groans of your own as you feel your orgasm coming.

“Chaeng,” Your hips falter as her pussy contracts after a particularly hard thrust, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Inside,” Rosie locks eyes with you, “Cum inside me.”

Your resolve snaps as you thrust wildly into her, chasing your orgasm as you feel the start of hers, walls squeezing your cocks so tightly you feel lightheaded. You feel her nails digging into your skin, holding onto like her life depends on it.

“Yes, yes,” Rosie chants like a song as her head snaps back, showing her neck as her body is wracked with pleasure.

Cum shoots from your cock inside her, painting her inner walls white, groaning as you rut into her. Your brain shuts off as you fall on top of her. She doesn’t seem to mind as she wraps her arms around you, placing soft kisses all over your face. You hear a contented sigh from her as you gasp for air.

When you come to your senses, you automatically kiss Rosie on the lips—a simple, sweet one—as you catch her breath against your lips. She tries to deepen it, but you pull away, smiling softly as you fully take her in. Your heart has never felt so loud.

“Hi,” You say quietly.

“Hey yourself,” Rosie returns your smile.

“You okay?” You glance down where you’re still connecting, hoping—praying—you weren’t too rough.

“A little sore, but never better.”

“ I wasn’t too rough right?”

“Nope,” Rosie shakes her head.

You gently pull out, watching her face wince, but she lets out a quiet moan when your softened cock brushes against her clit.

“Sorry!” You rush out, falling next to her as she chuckles.

“Stop,” Rosie lightly slaps your arm, bringing it to rest on her stomach.

“Sorry,” You mumble again.

“I feel it leaking,” Rosie states simply, sitting up to look in between her legs. You join her and see a dribble of your cum peak through her folds. “That’s kind of hot.”

“Chaeng,” You groan, the image of what’s between her legs etched in your mind forever.

“It is,” Rosie nudges your shoulder, laughing. “I’m exhausted. I hope I’m not too sore tomorrow, I have to carry a bunch of things to the studio.”

“I’ll help you.”

“Like actually?” Rosie sinks back into the pillow, turning to face you.

You nod.

“You don’t even have classes tomorrow?”

“I know, but I’ll take you to school with all your stuff,” You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t help her, knowing that she’ll likely be sore because of you. That wouldn’t sit well with you.

Rosie kisses you on the cheek, smiling before snuggling into you. It all feels very relationship-y, spiking your anxiety because you’re more attached to her than you ever intended.

And that scares you the most.

“Thanks Eunbi,” You send a grateful smile to the girl sitting across from you as you’re finishing up the group project that completely slipped your mind.

“It’s fine oppa,” Eunbi laughs. “It’s a low-stakes project anyways.”

“Still,” You roll your eyes, annoyed with yourself more than anything. “I would’ve literally forgotten about it if you didn’t say anything.”

You and Eunbi were assigned as partners for a project that wasn’t worth much towards your grade, but it was supposed to help with the semester project that was worth your entire grade. Eunbi was someone you interacted with frequently, sharing the same classes, but spending the past couple days with her has kept your mind off a certain someone (who you’ve been actively avoiding for the past few days)z

The day after you and Rosie had sex, you did drop her off at school, carrying all her things to the studio so she wouldn’t have to lift a finger. Naturally, people saw you together, creating a small rumor about you dating. It freaked you out because everyone is aware of her and Soohyun that you needed to distance yourself from her.

Of course, without her realizing what you’re doing. But Rosie was perceptive, so sooner or later, she’ll confront you.

“Are you doing anything right now?” Eunbi asks after she finished packing her belongings.

“Uh no?”

“Did you want to get dinner?”

“Sure why not,” You shrug because you’re not doing anything wrong, but why did you suddenly feel a weight on your shoulders?

Eunbi smiles, and she’s pretty. She knows it too, but she doesn’t let that get to her head. She is someone you haven’t gone out with or slept with, so it couldn’t hurt to spend a little bit more time with her outside of school work.

Right?

Wrong.

The universe has a funny way of making things happen.

As you’re exiting the library, Rosie’s outside. You try to avoid her, but she looks up at the right moment, eyes narrowing, and stomps her way over to you.

“Seriously?” Is all she says, glancing behind you to see who you’re with.

“What?” Your wall’s up, especially with people passing by. You pray to a higher being that she doesn’t make a scene.

“You know what,” Rosie huffs, crossing her arms.

“Uh, oppa,” Eunbi says before you could respond to the woman seething in front of you. “We can have dinner another time.”

You turn your head, and Eunbi has an understanding smile on her face, nodding encouragingly while you feel the metaphorical daggers stabbing the side of your face.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll see you around okay?” Eunbi’s eyes crinkle, nodding politely at Rosie before walking away.

Once Eunbi’s a good few meters away, Rosie tugs on your arm, “Seriously, what the fuck? You’ve been avoiding me.”

Okay so maybe you haven’t been handling this the best. You’ve intentionally missed her phone calls and blatantly ignored her messages. You don’t know if it’s because of how you feel towards her, which you’re still trying to figure out, or if it’s because you thought that it was a one-time thing.

“Can we not do this here?” You offer weakly, and her jaw noticeably clenches.

“Fine,” Rosie relents, shaking her head, cursing you under her breath before walking towards the parking lot.

You’re sitting on the couch, watching Rosie pace back and forth across your living room. She didn’t say much to you on the car ride over except that she was playing music. She grunted a thanks when you opened the door for her, opting to change into more comfortable clothes, leaving her some on your bed in case she wanted to change.

Other than that, she hasn’t said anything else.

“Did you want me to cook something?”

No response, the sound of Rosie’s feet continues to shuffle on the hardwood.

“You know,” Rosie stops in front of the window, back towards you as she looks out at the night city skyline, “I spent the last three days wracking my brain over why you weren’t talking to me.”

“I can–” Rosie shakes her head, prompting you to not say anything more.

“I thought everything between us was going well. Yeah we still bicker, but we aren’t arguing like we used to. We had sex. I thought it was great aside from the expected soreness, but then you just ghost me,” Thankfully she doesn’t see you wince. “I was like there’s no way he’s going to treat me like I’m one of his usual fucks, right? He has to have more respect for me.” Rosie turns around, eyes narrowed as she walks towards you.

“Rosie–”

“I thought about it more and I even talked about it with Lisa and Jennie because I needed someone, anyone really, to make sure I wasn’t going crazy,” Rosie stands in between your legs, crossing her arms. “Lisa being Lisa said that I was overthinking it too much, but do you want to know what Jennie said?”

“What?” You gulp, gaze locked on hers.

“Since you and Jennie had a fling, or whatever,” You detect something off in her tone when she says that, but if you point it out, she’ll yell at you. “She said that maybe you had feelings for me.”

Fucking Jennie.

“I called it absurd because it’s you and me. We set the rules, which for what it’s worth, we broke a couple of them, but that’s the one we absolutely couldn’t break,” Rosie’s eyes narrow, searching your face for truth. You hoped you weren’t giving anything away, but you weren’t too sure.

Sentences weren’t forming under her intense gaze, so you could only nod.

“I have to ask, do you have feelings for me?” Rosie asks point blank.

Yes is the short answer.

The long answer is much more complicated for you to put into words because you’re admitting to yourself that you do, and that’s what’s fucking you up more.

“No.”

“No? Then why were you avoiding me? I called. I texted. I had half the mind of just coming over here to curse you out, but Jennie stopped me,” Her shoulders drop, defeated, as the hurt breaks through her façade.

“I figured you were done with me,” You say softly.

“Why would you think that?” Rosie kneels in between your legs, resting her hands on your thighs. Your brain short circuits because it’s a very familiar position that your body has become very conditioned to.

“We had sex, isn’t that what you wanted? To just get it over with?”

“Well yeah,” Rosie folds her arms, cradling her face in her hands as she stares at you. “But I still want to do more things with you. Soohyun and I have gone on a few dates, but we aren’t anything official.”

“When he asks you out, that’s when this,” You gesture between your bodies, “Will be over?”

Rosie nods, “It would make the most sense right? I would be cheating on him if we continued doing things and I called him my boyfriend.”

It stings to hear that more than you thought it would, but you swallow that, pushing it deep down.

“That’s true. You’ll tell me when that happens?” You ask. You need to prepare yourself for a heartbreak you weren’t expecting.

“You’ll be the first to know when he asks me out,” Rosie moves, straddling your lap. “But for now, I want to do things with you,” She grounds her hips down, showing you exactly what she wants to do.

“Yeah?” Your cock starts to awaken, hardening as your hands grip her thighs. “Like what?”

“Ride you,” Rosie brings her lips to yours, murmuring, “I’m not sore anymore.”

You groan, mind clouded with her body bouncing on your cock—a very imminent reality as she pulls her top over her head, leaving her completely nude from the waist up.

“Go ahead, Chaeng,” You whisper against her lips, letting her take control of the night.

And you know you’ll be absolutely fucked out by the end of it.

Your hand contacts the flesh of her thigh, a loud smack rings through your room.

“Fuck baby,” Rosie moans loudly, rolling her hips back, trying to get your cock where she needs you most.

“Do you deserve it?” You bend forward, kissing her neck sweetly.

“Yes,” She pants, nodding obediently, squirming in your grip as she continues her movement, brushing your cock in between her lower lips.

Another loud smack echoes as Rosie nearly screams when you aim your cock at her opening, entering her in one swift thrust.

“Good girl,” You whisper, leaning back before watching your cock pull out just enough where your tip stays within her warmth.

“Please,” Rosie turns her head around, biting her lip, nodding that she’s more than okay. You feel her walls contract on your tip, a groan falling from your lips before you thrust back in.

You start off slow, wanting to savor this because whether Rosie knows it or not, this is the last time for this to happen.

Another month has gone by and Soohyun still hasn’t asked her out. Everyone knows they’re an item, but it hasn’t happened—yet.

Though everyone—besides her friends—doesn’t know that you fuck her every time after their dates.

The universe still never works in your favor, so you just happened to be in line to get coffee behind Soohyun and one of his friends before you had class. They spoke loud enough for you to hear his friend ask Soohyun when he was going to ask Rosie to be his girlfriend officially. Curiosity got the best of you, and when Soohyun said tomorrow after dinner, you knew you had to see her tonight.

It wasn’t out of the routine for you to see Rosie after school, but it was out of the routine for you to ask. You hardly initiated it because you didn’t want to assume, but the few times you did, it was because of your parents’ pressuring you to join them on an overseas trip to Japan to meet with the Nakamuras. You were overly stressed out and Rosie conditioned you to go to her to release any frustrations you had.

Was she surprised when you walked up to her in front of her roommates? No, because you were friends with them too. Was she surprised when you asked if she wanted to come over tonight? You weren’t sure, but you saw her head tilt, questioning before answering sure. You ignored the smirks that formed on their faces.

Rosie knew something was up the moment you pushed her against the front door as soon as it shut, dragging your lips across her neck.

“Everything okay?” Rosie asked in between breaths, letting out a squeak when you grabbed one of her legs, wrapping it around your waist.

“Yeah,” You answered, ignoring your thoughts as you grounded your hips over hers.

She didn’t ask anything else, moaning softly as you sucked on her collarbone, lifting her other leg to carry her to your room.

Rosie’s inner walls tighten along your cock on every pull out, and she moans, chest heaving as she takes your cock. Her body quivers in your hands as you saw yourself in and out, in and out.

“Baby,” The pet name falls from her lips. She only calls you it when your balls deep in her, and it spurs you on every single time. “You feel so good.”

“You’re a good girl,” You murmured, pressing your chest against her back. You stop your movements, leaving your length fully sheathed inside, “Show me what good girls do.”

Rosie lets out a small whine, squirming as she moves her body along your cock. Her hips gyrating on yours has you seeing stars, moaning in her ear. Her pussy tightens, rubbing itself over and over, and you scoff, knowing she found the special spot inside of her.

One hand slaps her ass, and she stops.

You’ve learned a lot about Rosie this past month. She may mouth off at you a lot in public, but behind closed doors, she’s obedient as ever, tapping into a side of you you hadn’t been since Nayeon. You both soon realized, after a particularly long night together, that it was something you both enjoyed with each other. Whenever she was particularly bratty, especially with her friends there, it would rile you up a lot.

“Good girls don’t cum first,” You say flatly. “Guess we stop now.” You slowly pull out before her hand reaches for yours, stopping your exit.

“No no no,” Rosie whines, vigorously shaking her head. “I’m sorry, you just feel too good.”

“Selfish,” You click your tongue, shaking your head.

“Baby please,” Rosie begs. She squeezes her inner walls on what’s remaining inside her, a dangerous trick she learned quickly, that has you groaning, slipping your length back inside. “Oh shit,” She moans at being filled.

“Fuck fine,” You relent, but you had other plans for her. You stand upright. You reach for her long blonde hair, tugging with enough force to pull her back against your chest. “But I’m fucking your pussy. This,” You snap your hips against hers, “Is mine. Right?”

Eyes widening, Rosie nods enthusiastically, “Yes baby yes.”

“Mine?” You snap your hips again, watching her breasts bounce.

“Yes,” She moans.

“Say it.”

Her hand turns your head towards her, bringing you in for a lustful kiss, tongues dancing as she moans, yours, into your mouth.

You suddenly drop the grip on her hair, her body falling onto the bed, taking you with her. You fall on top of her prone form and start hammering into her pussy.

You hope her screaming doesn’t get you a noise complaint, but if it does, you don’t give a flying fuck. Especially with the pressure her pussy is, squeezing your cock for all you have.

“Fuck you’re so good,” Rosie bites into her lip, eyes rolling back as she grips the sheets, crumpling in her hand. “So fucking good,” She repeats in between moans.

“You’re being good for me,” Her pussy tightens at the praise. “Keep being good for me.”

Your hands grip her ass, drilling your cock into her, and something snaps inside of you when she screams.

“Fuck this pussy’s mine,” You groan against her tangled hair.

“Yours, yours, yours—oh fuck,” Rosie chants, eyes shooting open as her orgasm surprises you both.

You feel your cock get pushed out as Rosie begins to squirt against your body, and she fucking gushes.

You’ve never made a girl squirt before, and Rosie has never had such a bodily reaction. You feel a streak of possessiveness rolls through your body. You shove your cock through her wetness, and you feel another rush of liquid as you wildly thrust in and out of her body.

“Fuck Chaeng,” You moan, your mind screaming mine mine, as your orgasm hits, shooting your load deep inside her. It must’ve triggered another orgasm because her pussy tightens again, knocking the air from your lungs, as your hips stutter erratically.

“Jesus fuck,” Rosie pants from underneath you, her body still quivering from her orgasm. Your chest heaves, hands slipping underneath her waist to hold her tightly. “That was…I don’t even know.”

“Yeah,” You grunt, kissing her hair before gently pulling your cock out. You don’t know either because you’ve taken Rosie roughly before, but never like this. She lets out a quiet moan, sighing, as you glance down to the mess between you. Quite a mess indeed.

Your body collapses next to Rosie as exhaustion takes over, but she quickly snuggles into you, wrapping an arm over your back.

“Are you okay?” Rosie mumbles into your ear, chin resting on your shoulder.

“Are you?” You turn your head to face her. The guilt washing in after you realize how hard you were on her.

“Well I know for a fact I’ll be sore tomorrow, but I’m great,” Rosie kisses your skin, mumbling out, “But seriously, are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You ask quietly.

Rosie stares at you, peeking her head over to search for an answer you’re scared she’ll find. She looks beautiful, and you’d love to tell her, but with the way she’s looking at you, something else might slip out.

“You called me mine,” Rosie says softly, bringing her fingers to comb through your hair.

“Sorry,” You bury your face into your pillow, embarrassed. “Heat of the moment,” You lie, knowing damn well it wasn’t.

“Don’t be shy,” Rosie scratches your head. “It was cute,” Giggling softly before adding, “Being yours sounds nice.”

You’re at a bar with a few of your friends—Jennie and Lisa included. It’s a normal night out with your friends to celebrate making it another week. You couldn’t really enjoy it like you normally would because you’ve been checking your phone every couple minutes, waiting for a message you know is coming your way.

“Oppa, pay attention to us,” Lisa whines next to you as Jennie chuckles on her lap.

“If you want to have a threesome, just ask,” That comment earns you a hard smack on the arm from Jennie, huffing in her now-girlfriend’s lap.

“Oh fuck off,” Jennie spits out, muttering to Lisa about how much of an asshole you are and why she ever slept with you.

You check your phone for any notifications and your heart drops when you see one from Rosie. You casually glance to make sure neither of the girls are peering over your shoulder, while you hear them talking to Ryujin on their other side.

You take a breath, tapping the screen to read the message.

Soohyun asked me to be his girlfriend.

You already knew it was coming, so why did it still hurt?

You lock your phone, shaking your head, as you try to process your emotions.

The time you’ve been spending with Rosie is over, and you couldn’t help but feel sad over it. It feels like when you and Nayeon broke up, but a thousand times worse. It’s not like you two were actually a couple, mere fuck buddies that spent hours together watching shows, eating out with, and a lot of other things in between.

But then why does it feel like it was more than a fuck?

You were aware that you were growing attached to Rosie, but you feigned it off that it was just because of how much you saw each other. She became part of your routine, that you couldn’t remember the time when she wasn’t.

Your attachment clearly was more because you developed feelings, actual feelings that weren’t revolving around lust. So yeah, you like Rosie, hell, you may even be in love with her at this point, but you lost your shot.

And there probably won’t ever be another.

You groan, slamming your hand on the table loud enough that it jolts the girls next to you.

“Oppa, what the fuck?” Jennie asks, concerned with your sudden outburst.

“I gotta go,” Your voice cracks, walking away before you break down completely.

“Wait!” Lisa yells after you, spurring you to move quicker through the crowd.

You turn your head before you exit, but you can’t pinpoint their face in the sea of people. You let out a sigh of relief, knowing you lost them, before the thought of Rosie seeps back into your mind.

You need something—anything—to get your thoughts and feelings off of her. An idea quickly comes to you, one that you regret having, but it’s your only option.

You pull your phone out, scrolling through your contact list before hitting call.

The line rings once before a concerned voice answers.

“Book me a flight to Osaka.”

It’s been two weeks since you received a message that shattered you.

It’s also been two weeks since you left for Osaka abruptly, deciding to join your parents to meet with the Nakamuras for another business formality.

Your parents were surprised that you wanted to join, especially since the last discussion you had with your father had your mother having to step in between before either of you slammed the other into the wall. Your father was excited the moment you showed up at your childhood home straight after the club while your mother looked concerned. She asked if everything was alright, but you brushed her off, not wanting to get into it with her.

Regardless, they were still happy you joined them. Your father more so as he made the off comment that it would be good to spend some time with Kazuha.

Which you did, and with Satoshi.

You gave Kazuha the heads up that you’d be arriving with your parents. She was another person surprised, but she welcomed you nonetheless. You also met her boyfriend, who you quickly became close to, much to Kazuha’s dismay. She’d tell anyone that she was the third wheel by how much you and Satoshi spoke.

It was only meant to be a weeklong trip, but Kazuha and Satoshi invited you to stay for their school break, to visit Tokyo and Hiroshima. You jumped at the opportunity. Anything that kept you away from seeing Rosie and Soohyun holding hands on campus was what you wanted.

Satoshi brought his younger sister along too, Kasumi. You thought she was a bit of a hothead, but she was pretty and you were in another country trying to get over someone.

When it came down to actually hooking up, you couldn’t. Your body physically shut down from anything you two alluded to. Making out had no effect on you. Her rubbing her hand over your crotch felt nice, but not enough for you to get hard. You felt bad, but you explained that you just couldn’t because you weren’t in the right headspace for it. You were so caught up in your feelings with Rosie that you couldn’t perform, no matter how much Kasumi was interested.

She understood, chuckling because she figured there was someone else, but she thought you were cute so she wanted to at least try. There weren’t any hard feelings, leaving Japan with two great friends. And Kazuha too, you guess.

You hear your mother call your name out from across the aisle, motioning for you to sit next to her as the plane starts its descent.

“How are you doing?” Your mother asks once you buckle your seatbelt.

“I’m fine,” An automated response whenever either of your parents ask, but the difference between them is that your mother has a tendency to prod.

“How was Tokyo?”

“It was fun. Kazuha and Satoshi took me around,” You answer vaguely, knowing that if you shared actual details about what you did, she would have a heart attack.

“That’s great,” Your mother nods, smiling. “How’s Chaeyoung?”

You freeze. You knew your mothers spoke often, but she had rarely ever asked you about her.

“I saw Alice a few weeks ago as I was coming home. She mentioned you and Chaeyoung had been spending some time together,” Your mother continues, noticing your sudden apprehension.

Oh.

That’s news to you because you didn’t think Rosie mentioned you to Alice of all people. The siblings were close, like really close, so if she talked about you, it probably meant something. But you were trying to get over her, and thinking about what it could mean would drive you crazy.

“Oh, uh, Rosie’s doing well. I think she’s going abroad for her internship this summer, she just has to decide where she wants to go,” You say. Rosie had been bouncing ideas off you since she heard back. You were there when she received a couple emails, watching her shock and excitement paint her face. She nearly ripped your clothes off when she got accepted into the one she really wanted.

“Fashion right? Chaeyoung always had an eye for that,” Your mother answers pensively.

You’re inclined to say something else, but another question is thrown your way before you could.

“Are you two dating?”

“Mother,” You roll your eyes.

“That’s not a no,” She quips, chuckling at your expense. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. You’ve always been fond of her ever since you were kids. We, her mother and I, have talked about it before.”

“What’re you even talking about?” You sigh, shaking your head. This conversation has taken a turn for the worse. You thought your mother wanted you to marry Kazuha, but apparently, she has been talking to Rosie’s mother about you two for years.

“You don’t remember? You used to come home frustrated with Rosie, whining and grumbling about why she wouldn’t talk to you,” Her words unlock a box you kept hidden away. “It wasn’t until you hit high school where you pretty much gave up trying to be her friend. Even at that point, Rosie would talk to you, or maybe more antagonize you is a better description. You were beaming after those weekly dinners with the Parks.”

You didn’t comment as thoughts and feelings rushed to the surface.

“Regardless, we thought you two would date at some point,” Your mother shrugged as if what she just said had no impact on you.

Your mother doesn’t say anything else, opening one of her latest novels, signaling that the conversation is over.

It really didn’t matter how you felt before, but then why does it feel like it’s making it a hundred times harder to get over her?

You drop your duffel bag on the floor, kicking the door shut, as you’re finally home after two weeks. You plop your body on the couch, yawning from the flight. You have to go to campus tomorrow, which you weren’t entirely excited about. The chances of you seeing her were high, but you didn’t know what she was going to do.

You’ve been avoiding all messages she sent you, which were a lot. She called you too, leaving a few voicemails that you couldn’t bring yourself to listen to. Kazuha caught you staring at your phone one night and made you promise not to open any messages that could derail your trip. It didn’t help Satoshi agreed, saying that it would be like a reset.

You decide that now was the time to check them.

Where are you?

Can you answer the phone?

I’m coming over.

I’m outside, can you open the door?

Fuck it, I know your code.

Where the hell are you?

Did you go to Osaka?

All those messages were from the day after Soohyun asked her to be his girlfriend. You saw she texted you everyday for a week asking if you could call her, but her last message broke you.

I can only assume you went to Osaka. I hope everything’s okay.

It takes everything in you to not reply now. If you do, you’d just be an asshole to her for no contact for two weeks. You’re an asshole either way, but it would rub salt in the wound.

You check your other messages and see a few from Jennie, who rightfully curses you out for being a dick and to just respond so Rosie knows you're alive. Lisa sent one too, asking you where you are, but no threats. Jisoo’s message made you chuckle, a simple reply to her or else, was clear enough.

You sigh, locking your phone and tossing it on the coffee table.

You’ll deal with everything tomorrow.

The first person that approaches you on campus is Jennie. She shoves you, letting her when you know you could overpower her.

“You’re a fucking ass,” Jennie pushes you again, enough force to lose your balance.

“What did I do?” You stupidly ask, avoiding her piercing gaze.

“You know what the hell you did, you better fucking talk to her,” Jennie says firmly, poking your shoulder.

“If I see her,” You mumble, rubbing the spot.

“You better,” You wait for her to say more, but the sound of her walking away brings your gaze to her retreating figure.

Sighing as this isn’t how you want to start your day, you decide to be early for class.

The universe doesn’t even want you to be early because Nayeon stops you along the way.

“Hey I need a favor,” Nayeon asks, standing in front of you.

“What?” You didn’t mean to sound irritated, but blame Jennie.

“Can you do this photoshoot for Mina and Sana? Their original photographer flaked, and they’re out of options,” Nayeon explains and you know she’s telling the truth.

“Why me?”

“I suggested you. I remember you taking photographs,” Nayeon smiles softly. “It’s a project that’s worth half their grade and their professor wants quality pictures.”

“What class is it for?” You prod, adding, “I’ve never done a modeling kind of shoot.”

“Their visual concepts class, I think. I don’t know. All I know is that they texted the group chat, stressing out,” Nayeon explains, shrugging since she was a film major.

“Fine,” Nayeon claps happily, “Are you going to be there?” You had to ask, needing the time to mentally prepare yourself to spend, most likely, the whole day with her.

“What? No,” Nayeon shakes her head. “I’ll be in Busan this weekend. Why did you want to hang out with me?” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“Absolutely not,” You say firmly and her shoulders drop.

“Fine whatever,” Nayeon huffs, hiking her bag on her shoulder. “Anyways, I’ll text you the details about it later. It’s tomorrow. I don’t think you need to bring anything, but bring your camera stuff just in case.”

You nod, thinking about your schedule for tomorrow, which thankfully nothing was planned.

“Oh,” Nayeon turns her head, adding one last detail before walking away, “Chaeyoung will be there too. She’s styling them.”

Nayeon doesn’t wait for you to reply, leaving you speechless and even more irritated.

Fucker.

“Let’s take a break,” You announce after checking the shots you just took, satisfied with the outcome. “Fifteen?”

“Oh thank god,” Sana sinks to the ground as Mina chuckles next to her. “If we weren’t desperate, I wouldn’t have said yes.”

“Be thankful I care about this, or your project would be shit,” You answer, flicking through the pictures and thinking of how to change the lighting.

“Thanks again for doing this, oppa,” Mina squeezes your arm before walking off to sit with Momo.

You grumble a reply, turning without even thinking, and you accidentally bump into someone.

“Shit sorry,” You look up to see Rosie five seconds away from losing the grip on the clothes she’s carrying. You immediately drop the camera against your chest, reaching for the items and taking it out of her hands.

“It’s fine,” Rosie grabs the clothes back without another word, walking towards Mina.

You sigh, shaking your head, trying not to lose focus on why you’re here.

When you arrived this morning at one of the parks at the Han River, most of the crew was already present, setting up. You greeted everyone before seeing Rosie with Dahyun, discussing the outfits and concepts.

“Hey good morning,” You greeted softly as you stood in front of them.

Dahyun gave you a bright smile while Rosie forced hers, the smile not quite reaching her eyes.

“Morning oppa!” Dahyun was as cheerful as ever at eight in the morning on a Saturday. “You could use the school’s equipment if you want,” She nods towards the table with the camera and lenses, “But feel free to use yours, whichever you feel comfortable with.”

Another woman walked up to Dahyun, asking her to come with her to make sure they were correctly set up. Dahyun excused herself, leaving you alone with Rosie.

“Chaeng—”

“Now you want to talk?” Rosie’s words cut sharply. “I don’t have anything to say to you right now, can we just get through today?”

“Okay,” Was all you could say, nodding. You knew she had a lot to say, but neither of you could exactly hash it out with all these people around.

“Okay,” Rosie nodded, grabbing whatever was near her, and walked away.

Once Sana and Mina arrived, you quickly switched gears. You pushed whatever thoughts and feelings you had for Rosie aside, and went straight into work mode.

You had zero experience taking photographs like this. Sure you’ve taken photos of your friends, and Nayeon would force you to take pictures of her whenever you went out. The last person you took a photo of was Rosie when you walked through the streets of Myeongdong a few weeks back.

That was about as close as you got to taking pictures of people, but working like this was exhilarating.

You and Rosie worked well together too. It made you a lot more comfortable with directing with how seamlessly it went. You asked her opinion on what lighting should be used and she gave feedback that had the shots coming out great. Other than suggestions, your conversations had been minimal.

“You know,” Sana joins you in the empty seat next to you as you sift through the photos on the laptop, “You’re an asshole right?”

“Okay what the fuck,” You break your attention away from the screen to a smirk on Sana’s face.

“Chaeyoung-ah talks to us, and she sort of filled us in about this guy, who wasn’t Soohyun, that she had been seeing,” Sana sinks into the chair, glancing at the picture of her and Mina on the screen. “It wasn’t really hard to put two and two together about who she was referring to, and Nayeon confirmed something was going on between you.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” You brush the woman off, rolling your eyes as you delete one of the blurry shots.

“Sure you don’t,” Sana chuckles, “But regardless of whatever was going on between you two, you should know—if you don’t already—Rosie didn’t say yes to Soohyun when he asked her out.”

You don’t let her words faze you as you continue to delete shots you don’t deem worthy.

“One could only wonder right?” Sana goes on, oblivious to your inner turmoil. “Soohyun’s a good-looking guy, nice enough, and spent a fair amount of time courting her, just for him to be rejected.”

“What are you getting at Sana?” You stop what you were doing, turning to face her.

“Just wanted to figure out why Rosie said no,” Sana shrugs as Dahyun passes by, informing her that it’s time for the next outfit change. “Anyways, Rosie wouldn’t say, but it’s obvious why.”

“And why is that?” You take the bait, preparing yourself for whatever’s going to come out of Sana’s mouth next.

“Because of you,” Sana stands, letting out a small yawn. “Anyways, let’s get this over with. I’m ready to drink. Don’t be a dick.”

You aren’t sure if Sana was referring to herself or to Rosie, and you couldn’t ask since she left to go change into the next outfit.

The rest of the photo shoot goes without a hitch. You tried your best to not let the conversation with Sana bleed into your work, and you hoped no one noticed. It was slightly harder than it was already to work with Rosie, but you maintained some sense of professionalism.

There was a minor issue with the zipper breaking on Sana’s dress, but Rosie was quick to fix the problem by throwing a blazer over her. Other than that, everything went well. You thanked everyone for their help today, realizing it was a long day, which everyone was happy to hit the bar once everything was packed up.

You offered to edit the pictures for them, since you didn’t exactly want to go out. Mina said you didn’t have to, but you were adamant about it. Sana shrugged, indifferent if you joined or not.

You see Rosie talking to Momo and swallow your pride as you make your way to them.

“Come on Chaeng,” You catch Momo say as you get closer. “It’ll be fun!”

“I don’t think so Momo,” Rosie shakes her head. “I just want to stay in tonight.”

“One drink?” Momo begs as you stand next to the women.

“Sorry Momo,” Rosie smiles, eyes falling on you before her smile slowly fades.

“Oppa, convince her to go,” Momo pouts.

“I’m with her on this one Momo,” She frowns, shaking her head, muttering something in Japanese that makes you laugh. “I understand, you know that right?”

Momo’s eyes widened, cheeks starting to turn red before walking away.

Once Momo’s a good distance away, you turn to Rosie, a sad smile forming on your face as she looks everywhere but at you.

“Can we talk?” You ask quietly.

“So talk,” Rosie crosses her arms.

“Like in private? Please.”

Rosie relents, sighing. “Let’s just finish with cleaning up and we can go for a walk okay?”

“Okay,” You nod, grateful that she’s giving you the time of day.

You have to be honest with her, and if she rejects you completely, at least you can say you tried.

—

Rosie shivers next to you, the chill of the sunset creeping in. You shrug your coat off, wrapping it around her shoulders.

“Thanks,” Rosie mumbles out as you continue walking along the river.

There are a few people out as well, mostly couples huddled together. It almost makes you want to wrap an arm around her to keep her warm. You won’t though because it’s awkward.

Rosie walks into the convenience store without saying anything, which you follow her into. She grabs an instant coffee before turning to you, asking if you wanted anything. You shake your head, even though the bottle of soju behind the glass screams your name.

When she goes to pay, you quickly swipe your card before she could say no. She scoffs, shaking her head, as she walks out. You follow her, keeping a small distance as you watch her take small sips with every step. She stops, leaning on the railing, and stares out to the river.

Naturally you join her, letting the background noise fill the silence.

After a few minutes, Rosie says, “You wanted to talk, so go ahead.”

“First off, I’m sorry,” You say quietly. You apologize for not replying, and most likely worrying her. You explain that going to Osaka was an impulsive choice, but that doesn’t excuse your behavior.

“Well why? Did I do something?” Rosie turns to face you, lip quivering. You notice her eyes suddenly glossy, and it pangs you to see her like this.

“No, no,” You shake your head firmly, closing your eyes as you choose your next words carefully. “When I got that text about Soohyun, I finally accepted something.”

“What?”

You slowly open your eyes, staring at her features, completely enamored by her. Like you always have been.

“I’m in love with you,” You admit for the first time out loud, and you’re happy it’s to her.

Rosie’s eyes widen, gaze looking away as her whole body shifts to face the water again.

“You’re an asshole, you know that right?” Rosie says quietly. “And an idiot.” She adds, huffing.

Not the response you were expecting, but before you could ask what she means, she tells you anyway.

“I’ve spent mostly every day with you for the past month, then we have a really intense night of sex where you fucking claimed me,” You wince at her words, “Then you just leave for two weeks without any contact to come back and say you’re in love with me because of a text of someone asking me out?”

“Well when you put—”

“I’m not finished,” Rosie huffs, facing you once again. “I’m in love with you, too dumbass. After that last night, I realized that as much as you piss me off, as much as you’re so fucking stubborn, that the idea of being yours felt real. I couldn’t say yes to Soohyun when I unknowingly said yes to you.”

“You want to be with me?” You stare at her, dumbfounded.

“If that wasn’t clear enough, yes,” Rosie rolls her eyes. “We’ve basically already been dating, so if you’d just stop running away after and just talk to—whoa,” She gasps when your arm snakes around her waist, pulling her into you, tilting her head up.

“Say it,” You ghost your lips against hers, moving as she misses.

“See, stubborn,” There’s a sharp inhale when you kiss her sweetly.

“Say it,” You mumble, dipping your tongue in as she lets out a moan.

“Yours,” Rosie wraps her arms around your neck, melting into you as the kiss deepens.

“I love you,” You detach your lips, resting your forehead against hers.

“I love you too,” Tracing her fingers along your neck, “Even though you’ve been a jerk these past two weeks. How are you going to make it up to me?”

“I can think of a few ways.”

Rosie slams the door behind you, wincing at the frames rattling against the wall. She kicks her shoes off aggressively, barely sparing you a glance as she walks to your room. That door also slams.

She’s pissed.

Maybe it was your fault. Okay so it was your fault, but you didn’t mean for it to happen.

You met up with a few of your friends to celebrate the end of exams and the school year. It was also a small farewell to you and Rosie as you were going to Paris together for the summer. Rosie took the internship at YSL and she was able to get you one too after she sneakily sent over the portfolio from the project.

Your parents didn’t mind, figuring it would be good for you to take this time before you graduate into the real world. They were supportive that if you decided to do it for real, they’d be more than okay with it. That surprised you, but you couldn’t complain. Though the teasing from your mother was enough.

You were at the bar, waiting to get your order when Ryujin sat in your lap. You couldn’t do anything as her weight pressed you down.

“What the hell Ryujin?” You try to get her off you.

“Oppa, come on. When are you going to ditch Chaeyoung and get back to bed with me?” Ryujin grounds her hips over your crotch, stealing a moan from you as the movement catches you off guard.

“I’m not going to,” You grit out as she repeats the movement.

“What the fuck?” You hear Rosie’s voice behind you, gathering the strength to push the woman off your lap.

“I can explain!” You turn to face her, hands up.

“Come on Chaeyoung, share him,” Ryujin trails a finger up your chest. “I miss him.”

“Oh you fucking—” You step out of Ryujin’s hold, lungeing for your girlfriend before she mauls the other woman.

“Let’s go,” You nearly carry Rosie out as she squirms against your hold. A few people stare as you walk by, but she was about five seconds away from causing a bigger scene, that you couldn’t care less.

Once you got outside, Rosie ripped into you. She called you every name in the book for doing that. When you explained that you were pushing her off, she called you an idiot for even allowing it. You had no response, knowing it was a lost cause.

Officially dating Rosie for the past few months, you learned a lot, especially the type of girlfriend she was. She’s more affectionate, tender, soft when it’s just you or with her closest friends. She does a lot for you without even realizing you need help. She acts indifferent to the public about things, but tells you how she feels and what she thinks in private. She shows you in more ways than one just how much she loves you.

But she’s still the same too.

She still argues with you over anything and everything. She mouths off whenever she doesn’t get her way (you give in anyways). She relentlessly teases you any chance she gets.

She’s also very possessive of you. She hates when any girls glance your way. She especially despises any of your past flings (except Jennie) as they boldly ask you to hook up with her right there. She can’t stand it when you say she’s jealous because she’s not. But her use of mine is repeated multiple times as she fucks you to remind you who you belonged to, like you could forget.

She’s still the biggest pain in your ass, but you love her anyway.

You open your room door, surprised to see Rosie already changed for bed. She’s adorable dressed in your clothes, the size just a tad too big on her body. You quietly close the door, ignoring her movements as you grab clothes from the dresser.

When you join her in bed, sliding under the covers, you lay on your side, staring at her scroll through her phone.

“Chaeng,” You pout as she continues scrolling. “Come on, you know I didn’t do anything.”

“Why’d you let her sit on your lap then?” Rosie says sarcastically.

“I didn’t. She just sat there,” You reason, rolling your eyes at her pettiness.

“Cause you just keep your lap available for anyone to sit on?”

“Jesus christ, you know I don’t. You’re acting like a brat,” You huff, rolling onto your back.

“I’m acting like a brat?” Rosie raises her voice, her phone tossed on the nightstand. She hovers over you, eyes narrowing, “I’m not the one letting girls openly sit on my lap when I’m clearly in a relationship.”

“Believe me, everyone knows that I am,” You glare, deciding right then and there you’re going to taunt her. “Not my fault my dick’s just that good they miss me.”

“You’re fucking unbelievable,” Rosie scoffs, “It’s not even that good.”

“What do you have to compare it to? You’ve only slept with me and clearly aren’t going after anyone else’s dick,” It’s a low blow, but she’s starting to piss you off.

In a flurry of movements, Rosie swings her leg over you, cupping your chin rather aggressively before whispering, “Did you want me to? I’m sure there’s still a line of guys dying to get inside of me.”

Your temper flares, hands gripping her waist before flipping her over.

Now if Rosie’s possessive of you, naturally you’re possessive of her. Probably worse.

You find your hands underneath your shirt, and she shivers at your touch.

“Is that a no?” Rosie moans when you pinch her nipples.

You remove your hands, reaching for the hem of your shirt before throwing it somewhere off to the side. You rip the shirt off her body before slotting yourself in between her legs, pressing most of your weight on top of her.

“I guess I have to ask,” You start peppering her jaw with kisses, “Do you want to be disappointed?”

Rosie moans as you gently suck on her sweet spot, smirking against her skin as her hips roll against your crotch. Your cock twitches, but you don’t let your control slip that easily.

“How-how would I be disappointed?” Rosie tilts her head back, granting you more access as you continue leaving marks along her neck.

“You’d be comparing them to me,” You thrust against her, just so she could feel what she’s doing to you.

“Doubtful,” Rosie’s hand slips underneath your waistband, taking hold of your cock as she strokes you.

“I know you would,” You whisper against her ear, “You wouldn’t cum, I know that for sure.”

“What makes you so confident?” Her grip tightens, a groan falling from your lips.

“Maybe cause you’re mine,” You nip at her ear, grounding your hips against hers. Her legs wrap around your waist, an all too familiar move that has you rutting into her, mimicking exactly what you were going to do to her.

“Yours?”

“Mine,” You tear the shirt over her head, whimpering at her hand leaving you. You tug her shorts down to see her bare pussy, wet and glistening under the low light of your room. You salivate, but tuck those thoughts away for later because you need to get inside her more than anything right now.

“Better remind me,” Rosie sighs, breath stuttering, as she stares at the obvious bulge in between her legs. “I could probably walk outside and someone would wanna fuck me.”

Your control snaps, shoving your sweats to free your cock. You miss the gasp falling from her lips, but you hone in as you aim your cock at her entrance.

“Absolutely not,” You snap your hips forward, giving her no time to adjust to the ruthless pace you set on her body. “Only I could do this.”

You spread her legs wider, watching her eyes roll back. Her hips meet every thrust, taking you just like she knows how to. Her long drawn out moans quickly turn into high pitched screams that ring in your ears.

“Baby,” Rosie brings one hand in between her legs, furiously rubbing her clit as her walls clamp onto your length. “You fuck me so—fuck.”

Your earlier irritation bleeds away, suddenly feeling the need to make sure Rosie doesn’t forget exactly who makes her feel this good.

You fill her to the hilt, groaning into the crook of her neck as her pussy contracts around your cock.

“Baby,” Rosie pants, chest heaving against yours as she tries to move. Your hips have her pinned against the bed, so it’s futile as she writhes underneath you. “Don’t stop, please.” She breathes out, her hand still moving in between you, creating a delicious friction.

You want her to beg, but with the way she’s squeezing your cock like her life depended on it has you giving in

“Tell me.”

“Yours-please, please,” Rosie shakes her head, the pressure in between her legs growing.

“Mine?” You draw your hips back, leaving the head of your cock in.

“Fuck, yours,” Rosie screams when you slam into her body, hooking her legs over your shoulders as you resume fucking her with everything you’ve got.

You’re usually not this rough, but a more primal, baser, need takes over. She yelled at you for something that was completely out of your control. Could you have handled it differently? Sure, but she could have handled it differently too.

You’ve spent enough time with Rosie to know she acts like this to rile you up. You honestly have no problem putting her in her place, especially if it’s in between her legs.

Rosie’s orgasm rips through her body, back arching suddenly as her hands hold you close. Her nails dig into your skin, nails scratching down your back, which you know will leave marks.

“Again,” You command, fucking her thoroughly as her pussy spasms around your cock.

Rosie’s mouth opens, but no sound comes out as her lips form a perfect ‘O’ before a gush of wetness drenches you.

You pull out quickly, deciding that she doesn’t get to feel you cum inside her—at least right now. It takes you no more than four pumps of your cock before you explode over her body. You aim in between her lower lips, making a bigger mess of her as your mind shuts off.

You’re both gasping for air, but your eyes fixate on the rise and fall of Rosie’s chest. Moving on impulse alone, you lower yourself, peppering her chest with your lips. One hand lazily drapes over your neck, scratching softly as quiet moans leave her body.

“Okay,” Rosie mumbles after a couple minutes, gently tugging you off. “You made your point. I don’t want anyone else to fuck me.”

“Good,” You roll off of her, but quickly pull her body into yours.

“No one else can fuck you either,” Rosie musters out as threatening as possible. It falls short because she’s still trying to catch her breath, exhausted.

“I know,” You kiss her temple. “Only want you anyways.”

“Good,” She snuggles into your side, slotting a leg in between yours.

You offer to clean up, but she pulls you tighter, telling you five more minutes. You chuckle, knowing her body well enough that she’s going to pass out.

“Love you,” You murmur, lips on her skin again because you couldn’t get enough of her.

“I love you,” Rosie sighs dreamily.

You hear light snores after a minute, eyes rolling fondly. You sink into the embrace, closing your eyes as well.

You’ll clean later, content with the woman in your arms, who will—if you had to bet—want to go again.

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I Did Everything I Was Supposed To Do (pt.1)

Haechan x male reader

Summary: Finals week turns out to be the final breaking point for y/n, but luckily Haechan is around right when you need him

Warnings: fluff, some angst: homophobia, allusions to panic disorder, stress

“Fuck. I can’t believe I forgot about the final on Monday. Fuck fuck fuck” Y/n cursed under his breath as he walked as fast as he could toward the entrance to his boyfriend’s place. Y/n had a million things to do the next few days already, and now he had a final to cram for on top of it all. “One thing at a time” he told himself knowing it’s what Hyuck would tell him if they were together right now. He didn’t really listen to this advice of course… especially coming from his own mouth instead of his cute adorable boyfriend.Oh God. I wish he was here so bad. But Haechan was still at the dance studio and would be for the next several hours. That’s why y/n was even entering Haechan’s apartment right now in the first place; Daegal needed to be taken out while Haechan was gone.

He HAD to have his stupid extra long dance rehearsal today of course. On the day where he already had to finish a ton of assignments and now cram for a test. Y/n quickly threw his backpack on the ground and sprinted over to daegal scooping her up before she even knew what was happening. While he waited for Daegal to do her business and walk around a little, y/n got back to planning his study schedule in his head. If I start by studying for the exam… I can trade every 45 minutes from cramming to working on the lab report for my other class. Fuck! That depends on whether the others ever filled in their data. Ok so I’ll save that for the end and work on the PowerPoint instead even though it’s due the longest from now. As long as I cut myself off at around 1:00 am, that should be enough sleep to take the exam at 9:30 the next day. It was going to be a rough night, but y/n decided he’d just have to work away and hope for the best.

Y/N went back inside and scooped his backpack up again to go work in Hyuck’s bedroom. He found the smell of his boyfriend clinging to the room to be extremely comforting and he hoped it would help him stay calm and focused on his work. He opened up his laptop to the lecture notes for the exam and began skimming them for any confusing topics that jumped out at him. What the? I only know like 2 of these concepts?? I’m screwed. Y/N new from plenty of old tests that it would only make things worse if he worried about it now, and feeling himself start to panic, he decided to work on the PowerPoint instead. He figured he should just finish all his other assignments so that he could then spend the entire rest of the night studying.

An hour into working on the PowerPoint y/n’s phone buzzed. He opened it to find a message from one of his lab partners that read “hey y/n I’m really sorry but I’m actually boarding a plane right now so I’m not gonna be able to finish my part of the lab. Maybe you can ask [partner name 2] for her data? I think she got mine down too.”

Y/n: “I’ll ask her.”

Partner 1: “KK.”

“Gotta go, sorry again!”

Partner 2: “Shit. I don’t have her values either y/n. I’m pretty sure that part of the lab was online though, so one of us can just do the lab at home right now.”

“Oh wait actually, I have to take both of my finals on Monday. It’s due Tuesday right? So I won’t have time to do her part. Y/n any chance you can do it?”

Y/n: “ I only have one midterm tomorrow… I guess I can do it if no one else can.”

Partner 2: “Ur the best bro! Tysm <3”

Y/n: …

Fuck me. How am I supposed to do [p/n 1]’s work for them on top of everything else? Y/n barely had enough time to do all his work as it was. And he had done all of HIS work on the lab already too. He thought he’d just quickly analyze his partner’s data and then turn it in… but no. This is totally unfair. I have more work than either of them, and I’m doing their work for them too on top of it all. Y/n’s eyes grew misty for a second threatening to turn into tears, but y/n shook his head hard and the urge to cry went away for now. He had to get back to— wait no. He needed to cook dinner. With no Hyuck home to cook dinner like usual, he was going to starve if he didn’t make something for himself. Standing up quickly y/n smacked his arm on Hyuck’s dresser skinning it in the process. Great. Now he was bleeding. And it had gotten on his white shirt too. Except it wasn’t his shirt, it was his boyfriend’s shirt that he had borrowed. Y/n was this close to screaming in frustration, but stripped off the shirt quickly and made his way to the bathroom to clean the spot before it stained. And of course, he needed to throw it in the washer if he really didn’t want it to stain, and that meant he should really just do all of Haechan’s laundry now. So heart now racing in a slight panic, y/n gathered the laundry and started the cycle as quickly as possible so that he could start on dinner.

Opting for the most time efficient option, y/n grabbed some pasta and left it to boil while he got back to work for a few minutes. There sure was a lot on his mind now between the pasta he was cooking, Daegal (who he suddenly remembered needed to be fed as well), the lab report, the final exam in a day, Haechan’s laundry that still needed to be dried, folded, and put away, and the millions of other things he needed to get done before going home to his family at the end of the week. And the trip home would be another ordeal that required a lot of planning and prep work. Y/n had a lot of problems at home due to his conservative family and their recent discovery that he was dating Haechan. But that’s silly. I shouldn’t worry about that right now. And it’s not like it’s anything new knowing they all disapprove of my “lifestyle choice”. That’s old news, and I need to focus on this. Y/n went back to his multitasking and eventually got Daegal fed, the laundry in the dryer, and got a good portion of the lab done.

At 10:30 y/n finally felt satisfied with the PowerPoint and had finished collecting most of the data his partner was supposed to do. So he went to wash all the dishes he had left out at dinner and put away the leftovers as a quick study break. He smiled at the pasta he’d saved for Haechan knowing it would make his boyfriend’s day to find food ready for him after a long night of dance practice. When he walked back into Hyuck’s bedroom to finish the lab, he noticed several notifications on his phone again.

Mom: Hey you’re coming home on Wednesday right? You’ll be done with finals week by then?

Dad: Hey y/n you better have a gift ready for your mother when you come home on Tuesday. She’s still pretty upset about Haechan, so you should really try to make her feel better.

Bro: Dude mom and dad are pissed cuz dad thought you were coming home Tuesday after your final, and then mom told him you said Wednesday. So he flipped and said you were probably staying longer to fuck Haechan or something

Y/N: I told them both Wednesday. I AM spending Tuesday night at Hyuck’s place. But I just wanted a night to relax before immediately coming home

Don’t tell them that… just say I’m busy or something

Bro: sorry bro, that’s not gonna work. You better come home Tuesday or they’re gonna make the trip absolute hell for you

Y/N: fuck ok fine, I’ll make it work

Y/n was getting more and more stressed by the second. And now he wouldn’t even get any sort of buffer between finals week and seeing his family. And fuck he had that feeling in his head- that feeling of anxiety setting in- making him slightly dizzy and his chest tight. Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna have a panic attack. I know it’s coming. Should I call Hyuck? He should be on his way home by now anyway right? Ok fuck. Yeah he should call his boyfriend. Maybe he could talk him through it. He prayed he was right and Hyuck would actually answer his phone, and to his relief, Hyuck answered right away.

“y/n! I’m on my way home and practice went pretty well! I think the show is going to be really good this quarter. Have you made dinner yet? And how’s the studying going?” He was so excited to hear his y/n ie’s voice on the phone. “Hyuck.” Y/n felt the lump in his throat form and wasn’t able to get out the rest of your words as he broke into tears. “Y/n? What’s wrong love? Are you ok?” No words came out of y/n as he began to hyperventilate. Haechan could hear y/n’s shallow breathing and put together that he must be having a panic attack. He assured y/n he’d be there in the next ten minutes and stayed on the phone with him until he rushed through the door exactly ten minutes later, Immediately making his way over to y/n huddled in the corner of his bed crying and hyperventilating. From past experience he knew y:n liked him to stay close until he was able to calm down and talk.

Haechan slowly climbed into the bed, sliding his body between your back and the bed frame, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting bear hug. “I’ve got you y/n. I’ve got you, and I’m not going anywhere.” Y/n began shaking in Haechan’s arms unable to fully process what was happening with his mind completely taken over by panic at this point. Haechan rested his chin on y/n’s soft hair and hummed a song. Y/n did his best to focus on the light vibrations on his head from Haechan’s tune. “I’ll just talk about my day a little too ok y/n? Squeeze my hand if you’d like that.” Y/n’s eyes remained squeezed tight, and his body was still trembling, but he gives Haechan’s hand a light squeeze back. “Ok love. Let’s see… I saw Jungwoo today! I know he’s your favorite dance major right? He was really cool to watch, you were right! He might even be more charismatic than me” he teased. Y/n didn’t laugh out loud or acknowledge him, but he appreciated Hyuck trying to lighten the mood. “I spent most of the night working on my duet with Mark though. They have us doing this really acrobatic hiphop song and it’s a lot of work. I’ve memorized all the footwork though. It was kind of funny watching Mark struggle with it more than me for once honestly. Next time you should tag along and watch. When it’s not finals week of course!” He adds, giving a small pec to your forehead.

“Is that why you’re stressed by the way? Finals?” He doesn’t really expect y/n to give any responses yet. But much to his surprise you shake your head in response. “No. More.” Y/n says quietly, starting to breath a little more evenly. “What else baby? What’s stressing you out.”

“Everything!” Y/n exclaims. “So much. TOO much” y/n squeaks out bursting into more tears. Haechan gently shushes you and squeezes his arms tighter around your body and begins planting little kisses all over your head to comfort you. “It’s ok y/n. It’s ok.” Hyuck can feel y/n’s body body relax a tiny bit despite his sobs. Y/n spins around melting into Haechan and burying his face in his chest

To be continued…

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trap-wire · 2 months

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Day 2 of @mcyt-aro-week was way harder for me for some reason. I decided to do the prompt "loveless" so for context, in this headcanon Gem is a loveless aromantic, however she doesn't actually know it yet. ALSO, i am not actually a loveless aro, I am in fact the opposite, so if I got anything wildly wrong please tell me <3

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Gem had never liked romance. Even as a kid, she'd wrinkle her nose at kiss scenes, complain when her parents called each other pet names, and gag whenever anyone asked about “her future boyfriend.” Back then, though, it was less apparent. Easier to ignore. Sure, it was a bit strange, but she'd been a kid, and kids do strange things all the time.

The first time she remembers being aware of this, is also the first time she got in trouble at school. She was eating lunch with a group of kids, when one of them started bragging about how he'd kissed a boy. All the other kids were oohing and aahing, asking him what it was like and acting all together more impressed then she thought was deserving. If she was honest, she had thought it was gross, so when it came her turn to speak she said as much.

The reaction she got for that was surprising, even to her child mind. Up until then she'd been under the impression that romance didn't appeal to her, so why would it appeal to anyone else? The boy had started crying, and someone got a teacher involved, which all led to a very reluctant apology from Gem and a very awkward ride home with her parents.

Even that, though, was quickly forgotten. Sure, it was a bit strange, but strange things happen all the time, and for now Gem could easily go about her day talking to her friends, and drawing, and definitely not thinking about romance.

As a teenager she was well and truly sick of it.

She didn't get it. She'd never gotten it, and if her luck held she never would. She didn't know how, or why for that matter, but even with their exams only a few weeks away all anyone ever talked about was love, love, love. She didn't know where they got the time.

One day, while she was complaining to her parents on the floor of their living room, and working on an architectural sketch for her portfolio, her dad told her something that would stick with her forever, though not for the reason he probably thought.

“Everyone falls in love. It's what makes us human.”

He'd said it with a patronising grin, like he thought her feelings were childish, and her childish to feel them.

She took it as a challenge.

From then on, she stopped referring to her feelings as love all together. It was a subtle change, one you didn't notice until you did, but once you did you couldn't unsee. She adored it. She'd always felt divorced from what others called love, and being able to reclaim that discomfort, that disconnect as her own? It was nothing short of delightful.

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“Hey, Gem?” Pearl asked.

Dappled light shimmered though tree leaves, spreading across a stepping-stone path as if someone had splattered the ground with paint. Gem and Pearl walked slowly, enjoying the view and each other's company. A bittersweet atmosphere stuck to them like glitter, since this would be the last time they could talk before Pearl left to her new server, the Empires SMP.

“Mhm?” Gem hummed

“Are you aromantic?”

Huh?

Gem cocked her head to the side, her red hair flowing over her shoulders. “What's that?”

“It's where you don't fall in love”

Well, that was unexpected. Neat.

“Huh. Guess I am.”

#geminitay #hermitblr #hermitfic #hermitcraft #mywriting #mcyt aro week #i hate doing italics on tumblr fr

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 1 year

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[5:48 pm]

(part 2 to this)

(cw: very brief and vague conversation of mental health, alcohol use mentioned)

taglist: @kimxbae @naektthnoo @heyitsconysstuff @niinjo @naram99 @wonuziex @girlwithimaginarybiaslist @babeijustneedyou

Today was the first day Mark hadn't called or texted you since you broke up a month ago. He left voicemails, sent texts, and direct messages, even when you removed him from social media and had one of your mutual friends ask him to stop contacting you. At first it was the typical messages that he would send when he actually had time for you, good morning, have an awesome day, today I totally aced my biology exam! Then the messages turned to almost completely illegible messages on nights when he drank or message after message of apologies and begging you to forgive him. You never answered the messages or listened to any voicemails.

More than anything it hurt you how much effort he decided to put toward a relationship that was now done compared to the end of your relationship.

Today was the first day you were going out and feeling weightless, no sadness from the breakup- you felt good. Maybe that was because the semester was over and you were going home or because you didn't have any notifications from Mark, you didn't know and you really didn't care.

You were busy unpacking your bags, when you heard a knock on your bedroom door, "You have a visitor, hun."

You were confused as you made your way to the front door, you hadn't made any plans with your friends for today. Did you get the date wrong?

You were completely wrong, it was Mark. Luckily, he couldn't see you turn away from the door and head back to your room. Well, almost go to your room, you bumped into your mom, "You should talk to him, honey."

"I'm not ready to," you shook your head.

"Then maybe just hear him out, get some closure. I don't like seeing you sad," she suggested with a small smile.

You huffed, with a childish stomp of you foot. There was no telling this lady no. You pulled the door open and stepped outside, avoiding all contact with Mark who was staring at you with a stupid, surprised look on his face.

"I uh- wasn't sure if you'd be coming home. You never answered any of my texts or calls," he mumbled.

"Yeah and I didn't read or listen to anything you sent either, did you need something? I can have my mom drop off the stuff that might be here later," you replied.

"No I uh, I brought you these," he held out a bouquet of flowers, your favorites. You hated how your heart skipped a beat.

"Thanks," you answered briefly.

"I wanted also apologize, for uh, the well, you know."

You had to hold back your scoff, "Yeah Mark, every time I saw you sent me anything I was reminded of you dumping me for your frat bros."

"I didn't dump you..."

You huffed, taking a seat on the bench your parents have had on the porch since before you could remember. The bench where you told Mark about your crush at 15 and where you both shared your first kiss on your 16th birthday. How times had changed. "What would you call it then, Mark?"

He chuckled breathily, "It's weird hearing you call me Mark."

"Yeah, well would you call you ex baby or babe?"

"I don't have any other exes." He answered quietly.

The air was tense between the two of you. He sat at the opposite end of the bench, staring out at the street. "I'm really sorry, I promised you when we were 18 that I would never hurt you, and I broke your heart. I guess I broke my own heart too, I never wanted to hurt you the way I did.”

You laughed sarcastically, “What was the response you expected Mark? You pulled away from me for weeks and then show up telling me some other people I’ve never met are telling you to break up with me and you followed through! You have a mind of your own and you can make your own decisions, but you still listened to them!”

“Baby, I wasn’t thinking- ”

“Don’t- Mark,” you interrupted.

“I’m sorry. I really do mean it, I never wanted to hurt you but I did. I miss you, I miss hearing your laugh, seeing you everyday, talking to you everyday, and I miss being around you. Not even as your boyfriend but as your friend. I can never make up for the hurt I caused you, but I want to try again- if you’ll let me- of course.”

“I can’t do that Mark, you’re not the person I knew. You’re so different now, you have new priorities and I don’t want to go through being pushed aside again, even as friends.”

You could hear him clear his throat, “I don’t want to go back the old us, we’ve both grown and matured and we can do better than teenage us. If this was me before I wouldn’t have made any changes and continuously begged for you to take me back, but I want to better for you. I uh, I left the frat. You’re right, I don’t need a bunch of guys only a few years older than me telling me what to do. On top of that, my brother hated me calling them my brothers,” you laughed at that, “I also found someone on campus to help me deal with my stress. I know you said you could have helped me, but that shouldn't be your responsibility or really anybody's but my own."

"Good for you Mark, I'm proud of you," you nodded, you did mean it. You knew how hard it was for Mark to be away from home, away from his family, it wasn't easy for him to just do the work and not get the grades he was used to. It was a huge change for him.

"So while I'm not the person I want to be for you, I don't like me without you. I'd really like if you could give me another chance as your friend, and maybe one day when we're both ready we can give us another shot. If you want to of course."

"I can't forgive you and take you back like nothing happened, Mark. I don't even know if I still trust you," You sighed, running your hands over your face.

"I'll do everything I can to rebuild that trust. We'll take it slow, baby steps. If I mess up even one time, I'll leave and stay away from you forever," Mark ended softly.

"Being away from you for just a month has been awful, I'm giving you one more chance Mark, because I don't think my heart can handle you stomping all over it again," you lightly joked.

Mark hesitantly put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in close, he pressed his lips to the crown of your head, "I wouldn't ever dream of it."

Things were going to be just fine.

#kpop imagines #kpop au #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #nct #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct timestamps #nct x reader #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #mark lee imagines #mark lee scenarios #mark lee fluff #mark lee au #mark lee timestamps

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Chapter 2 of Shades of Me Chapter 2: In which Megatron does Jack a favor:

Summary: There are many different shades of Optimus Prime. And at some point in their complicated history, Megatron had become familiar with them all. The data droid, the Prime, the fearless, Autobot leader? He had grown accustomed to his former rival's varied existence. But Optimus Prime, the bot who decided to insert himself into the lives of three human children and their families? The mech who has devoted himself to the lives of humans? This is new.

(TW: mention of drug use amongst teenagers, nothing serious)

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In Jack’s defense, the day had been a shit show. He had failed a science exam he had actually studied for, had left his wallet in the laundry, so had no lunch money, had been harassed at the drive through by college students with too much time on their hands, and had gotten passed up on another “mission” Fowler had assigned the team on (all thanks to Arcee, actually. According to Wheeljack, she had “mother henned” very badly that morning). And now, he was alone without Raf and Miko for a good week and a half.

He had made it a point to block them both on social media for that time too.

So who could blame him for partaking in the number one, run-of-the-mill illegal activity for America’s youth at the time? Besides, it wasn’t like it was meth. It was just weed. And it had done some good. He actually got along with Vince this time. Sure it took twenty dollars and sworn secrecy (“If you snitch to the cops, you’re fucking dead, Darby”), but they’d managed to speak for five minutes without cursing the shit of each other. A little. So he considered that a win.

Presently, he nestled himself in between a stack of empty energon crates, making certain that the base was completely empty before he lit his joint. And even if someone did happen to walk in, at least in a base full of robots, no one could smell the scent of weed. Parents on the other hand could. And he wanted to be as far away from his mother as possible.

At the first inhale, Jackson Darby was in absolute bliss. He let the smoke work its magic, and felt the tension of the day unfurl within him. Putting his backpack on the ground, he leaned his head on it to make himself a makeshift pillow and let himself drift further and further into relaxation.

Jack stayed by himself for a good while, letting the smoke work its magic. And for a very long time, it did.

Until it didn’t.

“I was not aware that humans needed gas to survive.”

Looming above him, peering into the open space amongst the tower of metal cubes like a scientist looking at a lab sample, was Megatron. Jack nearly choked. For two reasons–one, being caught high as a kite, by Megatron of all beings, was not how Jack wanted to spend his evening. At all. He was already pissed off. No need to add fear to his growing list of emotional grievances.

Two–where Megatron was, Optimus was sure to follow. Megatron did not casually associate with humans for no reason, and avoided The Base alone at all cost. His appearance, from what Jack could tell, was relaxed, and he had no Decepticon guard accompanying. So that meant Optimus was close by.

Great. Optimus knew enough about humans to know high schoolers shouldn’t be smoking. And Ratchet would know enough to know they shouldn’t be smoking weed. They might not be able to smell, but Megatron would tell them what he saw.

He could already see it–the ridiculous butterfly effect of Megatron telling Optimus, then Optimus telling Ratchet, who would tell Fowler, who would tell his mom.

He swallowed dryly. The anxiety overriding the calming effects of his joint. That was frustrating.

“Um.. Is Opti–”

The distant ‘clank’ ‘clank’ against The Base ground had told him everything he needed to know. He’d cataloged the loud, yet gentle footsteps that announced Opitmus’s presence ages ago. And while he would have been glad to talk to Optimus on any other occasion, today was not the day.

According to the schedule, no one was supposed to even be here. They were supposed to be in Cybertron for the week. All of them (“You Organics have The Base for the week, try not to mess it up.” Someone had said–probably Knockout, who’d been “banished” there after he’d been found smuggling things off of The Nemesis” ).

Why was Megatron, and apparently Optimus, here?

Megatron continued to look on, unblinking. The red optics taking in Jack’s obvious distress as Optimus grew closer.

“--I uh–do you have a cockpit or something?” Sober, Jack would never ask Megatron this. He wasn’t like Miko who’d made her rounds through all the Decepticons who could fly. He preferred to stay on the ground, and not in the belly of his former nemesis.

“No, but I have a small subspace large enough to carry energon cubes.” The stoic visage broke as the words slipped off of Megatron’s derma, as if he were supplying basic information to a doctor. Surprise colored his features.

“Great. Can I please get in it? Like, now.” Jack stood to his feet and grabbed his bag, stomping the joint out onto the ground, “Like before Optimus comes in point five seconds.” He repeated, with urgency.

“--And she got kicked out of class, again! Art class! I thought Miko liked art class.” Uptight and pompous as always, the echo of Ratchet’s voice bounced against the base walls. Jack’s heart dropped to his stomach. Of course Ratchet was with Optimus too.

“I don’t see–”

“Listen, i’ll clean out your ship for a week, i’ll polish–you or whatever, just please let me in your subspace.”

The Decepticon had very little time to debate, for Jack had already walked up to him, hand hesitantly touching the metal on his pedes.

Megatron hesitated. If this child was harmed while under his watch, he had no doubt that Optimus would be the one to throw them into another war without a second thought. He seemed to lose his fabled reason when it came to the human children. And while they had gotten somewhat closer since the treaty, he was not ready to risk Optimus’s wrath simply because he decided to be nice.

In all honestly, he debated on walking away. He should have walked away.

But Jack Darby had made an uncharacteristic attempt to bridge the unspoken gap between Decepticon and autobot. Decepticon and human. . And while he was not clearly in control of all of his facilities (a quick scan of his bio signatures had confirmed that), Megatron respected his bravery. And it would not go unrewarded.

“Very well then,” and seamlessly, he transformed. Jack didn’t hesitate. Like an insect, he crawled onto Megatron, closing the open hatch as he did so. And he did so just in time, for Optimus and Ratchet had arrived. The latter announcing his presence with his usual grumbles and grunts. Megatron bore through it as much as he could, but with an organic within him, it was proving harder than he had thought.

To say it was uncomfortable was an understatement. It was nearly unbearable. He fought his own emergency protocols that demanded he expel the alien lifeform harbored inside of him, and the battle of wills was the hardest one he had fought in ages.

An organic within him, twisting and turning, stowing away while he forced himself to make somewhat civil conversation with Ratchet who questioned why he was trapped in the autobot base, in his vehicle mode, near the energon storage, and many other questions with the objective to incriminate him.

As usual, Optimus remained silent, letting Ratchet handle all the complaining for him. Oh how Megatron would have loved to silence him. If time couldn’t do it, he certainly had the right to. But that was the old him, he kept reminding himself. He could hate it, but he couldn’t act on it.

And certainly not with a human larva running it’s fingers within the innermost parts of Megatrons’s frame.

“Get your hands away from my T-Cog!” He hissed, just as the human’s small fingers retracted

“What?” Ratchet snapped at him, “Have you lost your mind–wait, don’t answer that. I know you have. The Dark Energon is still messing with your processor. I don’t usually take Starscream seriously, but even he knew you shouldn’t have been messing with that…”

He rolled his optics. He couldn’t answer without giving his organic charge away. So he bore the interrogation until Ratchet stormed off, muttering about Decepticons and their inclinations to energon that did not belong to them.

“Yes?” Megatron asked as Optimus remained, silent and unmoving. He was unnerving at times. His ex-enemy. His friend. His partner?

Even for a robot, his stillness was unusual. But Optimus always was, wasn’t he.

“Jack, why are you hiding in Megatron?” Had Megatron been in his alt mode, he would have gaped at the Prime’s perceptiveness. It was nearly impossible to detect anything past his armor, let alone an organic. Yet he did not feel like giving Optimus the satisfaction of seeing right through him, and instead remained silent as the teenager managed to find his way out of his hull.

“Megatron, this is not the…wisest thing you've done.” He could tell from his tone that Optimus was less than pleased, though tamed it well underneath his tone. To Megatron’s surprise, it was the organic that came to his defense.

“OP” Megatron could have rolled his optics at the absurd name, “It wasn’t his fault, I was smo–studying and I wanted a quiet place to do it, and everything around here was loud, you know.” Jack spoke as he kicked the lower hatch open, tossed his backpack out first, and let himself fall to the ground. Megatron whirled into life, frame towering over both Jack and Optimus. Though the latter, not by much. Optimus’s optics widened.

“What, are you surprised he’s still alive?” He sneered, walking past the Prime, mindful not to step on Jack, “It’s as the fleshing said, he was studying.” He had no reason to stay here. Prime was with his favorite human, and Megatron could return to The Nemesis to get his processor checked for whatever virus had possessed him to harbor a human within his frame.

He’d come back for what he was looking for later on.

“I’m surprised you did something kind for him. And I'm surprised you’re willing to lie for him.”

Jack’s jaw dropped. Megatron stopped as he turned around, glare dangerous.

“You dare accuse me of lying?” He snarled. Optimus remained stoic as always. “Jack, we might not be able to smell in the sense that you can. But we have registered scent particles from Earth. We can see them. Bulkhead had to have a talk to Miko about marijuana last week, and the week before that. We are familiar with it.” He stated plainly. “And now Megatron “smells” of it.”

“Sometimes I forget you guys are super advanced robots,.” Jack says, defeated, “Is there a chance this stays between the three of us?”

“Absolutely not. However, you get to decide whether we tell your mother or Ratchet first.”

While Jack debated aloud why he should have told neither of them, Optimus found Megatron’s glare, which had now relented into perplexity. This situation was so absurd to him.

“ Yes? ” He repeated. Optimus remained still for only a moment longer, before a meek smile crept onto his face plate.

“What?” Megaton asked, baffled. That was unexpected.

“Nothing.” And like that, Optimus had once again given Jack his full attention, guiding the boy out of the base and to where he’d presumably find Ratchet. Primus help the poor fleshling , Megatron thought to himself, as he turned back to the space where he’d found the boy, thinking of that smile Optimus left him with.

And with Optimus gone, he returned to his present task.

#megop #jack darby #megatron #optimus prime #transformers

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backatitagainatichirakus · 1 month

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Honestly Kakashi did his best with what he had lmao.

For starters, he DID teach team 7 useful jutsu, he taught them chakra control, every single genjutsu Sakura knew before she went to Tsunade was taught by Kakashi. Who do you think taught Naruto how to hide underground, a jutsu that was crucial when fighting Neji, Jiraiya? PLEASE. No need to mention Sasuke's Chidori.

He also taught them the fundamentals of teamwork, to never leave someone behind. That they were not expandable, and that they needed to rely on people. (What a fucking hypocrite. But isn't hypocrisy an important part of parenting/mentoring/big brothering or whatever the hell Minato was trying to do when he got saddled with Kakashi ?)

He never wanted to be a teacher, it was imposed onto him, he had zero experience, and he had never had to try too hard to understand anything so he definitely would not know what to do if someone didn't get things on the first try.

He did what he could while he could. The damn Plot was working against him:

He was a traumatized, depressed 26 yo man who probably never believed would live past 17, but there he was! In charge of the two most traumatized orphans in the entirety of Traumatized Orphans Village, and a girl who was NOT taking this shit seriously.

Ah, but they had time. There was no war brewing, no need to torture these kids to forge dead-eyed deadly weapons. They could go at their own pace! Also apparently the academy curriculum had changed to MAXIMIZE the child mortality rate! Why teach them three walking when, truly, flower arrangement was a far more important skill? That's a girls only class though! Let the boys run around meanwhile they don't need to learn flower stuff. Ah, the blond one can't pronounce Chakra? fuck that kid srsly, his vibes are TOO rancid... demonic even (WHO SAID THAT?!)

And then? Their first C-rank mission? Turned into an A rank and left him out of commission for a week! But it was okay, it was fine, he could handle it. If he didn't die when he tried to kill himself in his ANBU days then it was unlikely he would now! Though he had to depend on three newly minted genin to protect themselves and their lying bastard of a client haha, but he was being so chill about it Kakashi was such a chill man haha. When was the last time someone he cared about died? Years! He was definetly not cursed or anything.

And then at the end of that week he had to fight the assassin of Assassin Village that had put him out of commission on the first place, and he also had to push through at least two of his triggers and afterwards explain the literal embodiment of two other triggers how Shinobi actually work! It's not about saving princesses boy! It's about dying.

They go back. And he decides that the kids handled themselves well enough, and the chunnin exams are being hosted by Orphans Village this year! What a great opportunity for the children to learn about Shinobi life in a controlled environment! Even back during Ninja War III they went through the chunnin exams and nobody even died. They're gonna be just fine! Unfortunately turns out The Banished Local Crazy Scientist of Traumatized Orphans Village had his eyes on one of his students (the one that he unwittingly projects on) and now! Triggering Orphan #2 is cursed!

AND THEN. The village gets attacked! The president dies! Kakashi gets sent into a torture coma in which he gets the Pincushion Jesus treatment for what literally feels like months! Hosted by the utmost expert on genjutsu torture to ever come out of their beloved Orphans Village!

Then he wakes up, turns out he wasn't tortured non stop for three months! It was just a dream, silly. And! since the Village is short staffed he immediately gets sent on mission after mission! Sorry Kakashi, we don't believe in convalescence periods when it's the only thing to be injured was your mind. And then when he comes back from his many missions, their new alcoholic president tells him Orphan #2 defected. But don't worry! she sent Orphan #1 after him accompanied by a group of meddling kids and a dog!

So, Kakashi goes after them. Finds and picks up an unconscious Orphan #1, Orphan #2 is long gone. He goes back to the village, thankfully some meddling sand kids helped the meddling leaf kids. Then, Orphan #1 announces he's going out of the village on a road trip with The World's Worst Godfather to train! He's so lucky he can turn into a hot lady so that old man will train him if he just let's him look a little.

Then unserious girl turns serious, ditches him for their newly crowned (hatted?) president who despite being an alcoholic with a crippling gambling addiction is leagues better than their old president, who had a crippling addiction to Danzo's pussy and a penchant for letting pre teens lead assassin squads just because they were such a delight to have in class!

Kakashi did his fucking best and, like ALWAYS, it was not enough.

At least he got to rekindle his old flame with Maito Gai.

#kakashi #mip #LEAVE HIM BE

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maskedtruths666 · 2 years

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Short story! Part 1 of 2.

This is a fictional story.

Back story: This is a story of unrequited love. Your new gf, Tiffany, has been working closely with her classmate, KC, for the past 4 years. They’ve worked closely for projects, studied for exams together, gone for internships at the same company, gone for the same CCAs and even had an overseas exchange program too. Little did Tiffany know, KC has been in love with her for 3 of those 4 years. KC has never made a move until Tiffany got a new bf, weeks after she rejected him. That’s when KC decided to take what he felt was his.

KC has always had a crush on Tiffany. These feelings later developed into love and he’s been in love with Tiffany for over 3 years but has never once confessed. They’ve basically done everything together as classmates and Tiffany considered KC a close friend at this point. Except, Tiffany didn’t know that KC liked her even after all the nice things he’s done for her. So when KC finally mustered up the courage to tell Tiffany that he liked her, he was heartbroken when Tiffany rejected him and walked out on the friendship. But, after 3 years of liking her and being rejected, KC was unhappy and determined to make Tiffany pay, one way or the other.

Tiffany was always very comfortable around KC back when they were close and doing work together. She had an immaculate sense of fashion which KC loved a lot. He’d always take pictures of Tiffany and then airdrop it to her so that he could have a copy of the pictures, to which he jerked off to almost daily. That wasn’t enough. KC developed a lustful urge for Tiffany and he wanted more. Soon he began taking inappropriate pictures. On days she would wear skirts or dresses, he’d successfully take upskirt pictures of Tiffany. Over the years, he managed to get more than 100 upskirt pictures and pictures that showed off her curves. Sometimes, Tiffany would be in workout attire and she’d doze off in the study pods she and KC always used. As it was a secluded area, sometimes, KC would start fapping to her actual body when she was asleep. The thought of getting caught by Tiffany or any passerby would give him the best orgasms. Best part? Tiffany sleeps with her headphones on, so he could use his fleshlight and she would not hear a thing.

After he was rejected by Tiffany, he could not take it. So he composed himself and hatched a plan. They didn’t speak for weeks until Tiffany texted him to meet up. She apologized to him and she said that she hope that they could still be friends. Seeing this as a ray of hope, KC agreed. However, the turning point was when he asked her out to dinner as they always have done after Friday class, she said that she’s eating with her new bf and she’d be afraid things got awkward.

KC kept himself composed but when he went home, he locked himself in the room and started a massive fap as he was too jealous and had to release his pent up urges. After a whole night of self pity and jealousy, he decided to blackmail her.

He waited a whole week to be alone with Tiffany and once they were alone in the study pods, he decided to make his move.

“Hey, so I know things have gotten awkward for us, but I’m glad we can still remain friends.” Tiffany said, somewhat apologetically.

“Well, we’ll see after this.” KC said as he revealed his devilish grin. He then proceeded to show Tiffany her upskirts and said that he wants something in return for his unrequited love.

“What the fuck, you fucking pervert.” Tiffany said, outraged, as she tried to snatch his phone from him. But KC was too quick and said, “I have multiple copies every where.”

“I’m calling the police.” Tiffany said as she grabbed her phone.

Before she could even dial 999, KC said that he has a deadman switch and if he doesn’t reset the timer, within 12 hours, all her upskirt pictures would be sent to various telegram groups and posted on Reddit and Tumblr forums.

Faced with the prospect of being humiliated and wanting to protect her new boyfriend, Tiffany relented and asked KC what he wanted.

“I want you to be my personal fuck toy. From now till we graduate. It’s only 4 months away. Let me use you till then and I will honor my word and delete all traces of it and I will never contact you ever again. Oh and, it will be a secret between us.” KC said, grinning cockily from ear to ear.

“Oh for fucks sake. You are one sick pervert. I’ll let you use everything except my pussy. At least let my boyfriend take my virginity first.” Tiffany said.

“You’re a virgin. I see. I’m taking that too.” KC said, much to Tiffany’s annoyance and horror.

“But I’ll give you a few days to lose your virginity. Don’t worry. Right now, I’m really craving a blowjob because I want to ruin your makeup.” KC said, before Tiffany could interrupt.

“You’re a jerk, you know that? What a fucking asshole.” Tiffany said, mad at herself for being in this position and mad at KC for being such a perv.

KC unzipped his pants, sat down and ordered Tiffany to go under the table. She begrudgingly did it and without warning, KC shoved his dick into her mouth and since it was so big, he started deepthroating her. The moment he thrusted into her throat, he let out a huge groan of satisfaction. He knew at this moment that he’d be fucking her every day in school and 4 months would not be enough.

He gave Tiffany no chance to breathe. She was gasping for air and choking because his dick was simply massive. She didn’t even know if her bf has such a big dick because they’re in a new relationship. After awhile, KC started using Tiffany’s head as if it’s his fleshlight. He kept bobbing her head up and down his thick shaft, whilst violently grabbing her hair, messing it up. He had so much pent up sexual frustration that he didn’t care that Tiffany was choking and crying. All he cared was his own satisfaction. He kept doing it until he was about to cum and without warning, he unleashed a hot load of cum down her throat to which Tiffany totally choked on and cum exploded out of her nose. Seeing that turned KC on even more and he finally pulled out of her mouth and slapped his saliva and cum filled dick all over her face which was already ruined.

He then grabbed her head and tiled it upwards, kissed her lips and spat on her face. He then quickly snapped a few pictures of messed up face as a reward.

“Oh by the way, you’re going to belong to me even after the next 4 months. I will turn you into my sex slave. Your mouth will become my sucking toy. You belong to me now you cunt.” KC said, slapping Tiffany’s face with his cock.

“Now go wash up and let’s head for psych class together.” KC ordered and Tiffany had no choice but to obey.

After psych class, Tiffany was going to head to the gym. When KC saw that she had changed into her workout attire, he knew he had to get another piece of her.

He summoned her and they found another secluded study pod. This time, he placed her on the table, lying flat. He positioned his cock, which could barely fit into her mouth and started caressing her whole body. As he was face fucking her, he would touch her small tits, he would rub her pussy and every time he got near her pussy, Tiffany would try, but fail to push his hands away. Every time she tried pushing his hands away, KC would rub harder. She tried to scream but his cock was so big, it muffled her screams. After awhile of constantly rubbing, Tiffany’s body betrayed her. She was enjoying the rubs whilst being face fucked even though she didn’t want to. She kept pushing him away but to no avail and was gasping for air. KC remove his dick from her throat and went to the other side of the table to pull down her tights. A sweet, pink, moist pussy was revealed.

“I shall not fuck you right now, but I will thigh fuck you. I will honor my word of letting you give your boyfriend your virginity first.” KC said, smirking at her.

“You sick pervert. Fucking jerk.” Tiffany said as she tried to pull her tights back up.

KC in one swift motion, grabbed some lube from his bag, opened the bottle and poured it down her inner thighs, leading up to her pussy. He then massaged her inner thighs until she was fully lubricated. At that point, even Tiffany could not resist the pleasure.

“Naughty slut. Who knew you were this horny?” KC said as he inserted his dick between her thighs. He started fucking her thighs for immense pleasure. His balls slapped her pussy and as Tiffany struggled, KC would threaten her by putting the tip of his dick at the entrance of her pussy.

“Stop struggling and let me thigh fuck you whilst I’m being nice. Or I will take your virginity and finish inside you.” KC said, threateningly.

“You’re a sick fuck, I fucking hate you. At least cum quickly so we can get this over and done with.” Tiffany said, rolling her eyes.

As KC resumed thigh fucking her, he groped her small tits roughly and switched between groping her tits and rubbing her pussy. Throughout this whole ordeal, Tiffany actually orgasmed twice, despite her hating the whole situation.

“I see someone is enjoying this.” KC smirked as he felt yet another orgasm come from Tiffany.

“Even if I orgasm, it doesn’t mean I’m enjoying what you’re doing you sick fuck.” Tiffany retorted.

“After 4 months, you’ll become a slave to your inner desires. Which is a fucking slut and a fuck toy.” KC said as he hastened his thrusts as he was reaching orgasm.

“Ugh fuck, Tiffany, brace yourself, it’s a huge load.” KC moaned as he tried to get in a few more thrusts and eventually unleashed a load with so much force that streams of cum actually reached her sports bra.

“Ah fuck yes. Your body is fucking amazing and I’m looking forward to using you as my own fuck toy tomorrow again.” KC said as he cleaned up and left the room, leaving Tiffany lying there, processing what just happened.

The end! Part 2 coming up.

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raquellemonsta · 10 months

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the sweet things in life (tsukishima x reader)

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chapter 2: meet the new manager

The classroom had about 20 desks, with a students name on each. You would have assigned seating for the foreseeable future, it seemed.

You sat down at your seat, next to the window in the left side of the room. Unfortunately, Yoshida and Nakahara were on the opposite end of the room as you. You were happy they at least were near each other. You had the fortune (or misfortune, it was hard to tell) of being placed next to the rude blond boy. You read off his name card 'Tsukishima Kei'. You looked around the room and saw that his friend from the tour was sat a few rows behind you. You made eye contact and waved at him. He kindly waved back. It seemed that the two weren't entirely similar, probably a good thing.

The teacher asked for everyone's attention, and over the next few hours you went over the curriculum for math, history, Japanese, English, and more. None of it was difficult to understand, it was only hard to follow because of how dull it was. You were bored out of your mind, and stared out the window. The blond kicked the leg of your desk.

"What?!" you whisper shouted.

"Pay attention, or is your attention span so short you can't even listen to what the teacher says when he's actually teaching?" he remarked back. So snarky.

You decided to amuse him and pay attention to the teacher while explaining the expectations for homework and exams. All you really wanted to think about was how to make a good first impression to the volleyball team after school. Finally, when you were dismissed for the day, you were the first person out of the room as you ran to the gym.

Standing outside of the volleyball gym, you waited for a second with bated breath before pushing open the doors. To your surprise, it was only Shimizu and a few other guys that were already there.

"Shimizu, hi!" you called out to her.

"Please, call me Kiyoko. But I'd like you to meet the other third years," she said, gesturing to the three guys standing with her.

"Daichi Sawamura. I'm captain of the team." The one with short dark hair told you, before holding his hand up to one with gray hair. "This is Sugawara Koushi, the vice captain" he introduced him.

"You can call me Suga, if you'd like" he cutely smiled. He was a pretty boy in your opinion. You smiled at him Then, Daichi gestured to the last of them, who looked like a grown man.

"This is Asahi Azumane, about the most timid ace you'll ever meet" he joked. Suga snickered

"Hey! Why'd you guys get nice introductions and I get that!" he complained. Despite having a 'scary' appearance, he was a total scaredy cat.

"I'm (l/n) (y/n) of class 1-4, it's nice to meet you all. I look forward to working with and supporting you" you told them.

The advisor, Takeda-sensei, arrived soon after you were introduced to the third years. He was a polite man, who was very excited to be working with the volleyball team despite not having any real expertise in the sport. You were lucky that everyone on the team so far was so nice.

You shouldn't have spoken too soon, because sure enough the door opened, and Tsukishima and his friend entered the gym. Your eyes widened when you caught sight of him. No way, you thought. Just after him came three guys who you figured were second years.

"You guys must be the new first years" Daichi said. "Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, is that right?"

The shorter boy, Yamaguchi, only nodded while Tsukishima stood there with a neutral expression. He looked around at the other players, to Kiyoko, and then to you.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, looking directly at you. You were taken aback but quickly snapped back.

"I'm the assistant manager now, so you better get used to me" you retort. His eyes widen for a second at your response but he merely smirks and shakes his head.

A commotion from outside was heard, and a guy dragged in both a black haired boy and a ginger. They were followed by another short boy, most likely the libero if you had to guess. You couldn't help but laugh at the two being literally dragged.

"Tanaka let go of them!" Suga shouted. Tanaka looked over in his direction, and caught sight of Kiyoko. It was like a switch flipped, and he dropped the two on the ground to run over to Kiyoko. He collapsed to his knees in front of her.

"Kiyoko, perfect goddess, I haven't seen you in so long!" he exclaimed. He then noticed you standing next to her and quickly got back up. "And what's this? Another manager?" he questioned. "Noya, get over here".

The short boy came and stood next to him, looking you up and down.

"Oooh, she's really cute!" he said. You weren't sure how to feel. You were both flustered and kind of weirded out. Suga came and wrapped his arm around your shoulder though.

"Leave her alone! It's her first day" he defended. You were a very big Suga fan by now.

Kiyoko was also giving the two a blank stare, which finally made them back off. The other two first years, Hinata and Kageyama, finally made their way over. All they had to for was wait for the coach to finally show up. A man named Ukai Kenshin, who was the grandson of Karasuno's famous Coach Ukai. When he arrived from his job, practice couldn't officially begin.

Your job was honestly simple enough, you merely helped Kiyoko with anything she asked of you. You brought out ball carts, blew up ones that were missing some air, and made sure all of the players were doing the drills.

It being the first practice, the boys ran some simple drills. They worked on hitting/blocking, digging, and serve-receive. Nearly everytime Hinata went to hit the ball, it was swiftly blocked by Tsukishima. He might be a jerk, you thought, but he's pretty good. The other players were quite impressive too though. Asahi had some insanely powerful hits, while Nishinoya had flawless receives and digs. Daichi was a good all-around player, while Tanaka had a fierce energy that demanded everyone's attention.

The most impressive in your opinion though was of the setter, Kageyama. The accuracy of his sets, the calculated nature behind them. He always seemed to know exactly when and where his hitter would want it. On a particular set you could barely even see, Hinata managed to slam it down before you could blink. You stood stunned, unable to move from pure shock. The rest of the team reacted similarly. It was crazy to see two first years who had never been on a team together before pull off something so difficult seamlessly.

When practice finally concluded, you listened to the coach and advisor give some remarks and how they looked forward to their season together. You stood with your hands folded and looked at each player. Nearly all had their eyes trained on the coach. When you glanced at Tsukishima, he looked over at you. You stuck your tongue out at him, and you could have sworn you saw the faintest ever smallest most minute grace of a smile on his lips. Before you could really say, he looked back to Ukai and that was the end of that.

"Everybody get a good nights rest, and ice yourself if you need it" Ukai advised and then dismissed the team. You started taking down the net with Kiyoko, though you were having a hard time reaching the top of the pole to remove the net line. Someone reached up from behind you and undid it for you. You looked up, and to your shock saw Tsukishima.

"It was getting embarrassing watching you struggle so badly" he snarked before heading towards the door. You only rolled your eyes and watched him walk out. He was an interesting guy to say the least.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #kiyoko shimizu #daichi #sugawara #asahi #hinata #kageyama #yamaguchi

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letters-to-lgbt-kids · 1 year

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I posted 551 times in 2022

That's 155 more posts than 2021!

178 posts created (32%)

373 posts reblogged (68%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@letters-to-lgbt-kids

I tagged 175 of my posts in 2022

#lgbt - 150 posts

#lgbt+ - 149 posts

#good addition thankyou! - 2 posts

My Top Posts in 2022:

My dear lgbt+ kids,

"I am Oliver. We don't know each other yet. It's nice to meet you!"

Those are pretty simple sentences, easy to understand, right? You don't need to be an expert on language to use sentences like that. I am fairly certain that even Elon Musk could do so - even though I used pronouns in each of them.

I and We and It and You are pronouns. A pronoun is a word that is used as a substitution for a noun. If we used no pronouns at all, we'd have to constantly repeat nouns: Instead of "Lily likes coffee. She drinks it every day.", it'd be "Lily likes coffee. Lily drinks coffee every day."

That's not how the majority of people speak now and it wasn't the way they spoke a few years ago, either. Pronouns are not a new invention and they weren't invented by trans people.

You probably don't need an English lesson from me - I just want to highlight how silly it is when people claim stuff like "Nobody used pronouns before 2020, it's ridiculous to expect people to suddenly know how to use them now" or "Most people don't even use pronouns, it's just a tiny majority of people who use them" or "Most people are not trans, so they don't understand how pronouns work" or "Pronouns ruin our beautiful language! We can't just suddenly decide to change the way language works".*

Just think of this letter as your permission to roll your eyes at statements like that (internally, if necessary). It's not your job to teach basic English to adults.

With all my love,

Your Tumblr Dad

* Note how all of those statements actually contain pronouns as well?

1,605 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

My dear lgbt+ kids,

I just committed the big mistake of looking at the notes of a random cute "I love loving men" post that I stumbled across and, wow, it's disappointing how something as sweet as talking about love can attract so much hate.

But among the obvious bad takes ("If you like men, you are not queer" and all that jazz), there were a few that I assume were written by well-meaning people and I noticed a common theme in them, so I wanted to address it here:

No, you do not help trans men by talking about how much you hate cis men.

You do not help trans men if you take positivity for men and turn it into a "this is only about trans men! cis men are evil" thing.

You do not do anyone a favor by separating men into good (trans) men and bad (cis) men - and you can only do that online anyway. How would you do it offline? You can't always tell if a man is trans or cis just by looking at them. Do you assume we all look feminine? Or would you ask us about our genitalia to determine if we are good or bad? And if so, then what about trans men who got bottom surgery? Do they suddenly turn from good to bad after surgery?

As a trans man myself, I can tell you that you do not make me feel safe or supported by adding "Yes but only trans men lol" to positivity posts for men. In fact, it has the opposite effect: You are just telling me that you only see me as "a man who is Not Really A Man". A man lite. Not the same gender as cis men.

Trans men and cis men are both men. We all equally belong in the category of men. We are the same gender! Making a big deal out of hating some of us doesn't help any of us.

With all my love,

Your Tumblr Dad

1,716 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

My dear lgbt+ kids,

If you know you don't want to get pregnant anytime soon, here are some options to consider.

Implant

A birth control implant is a plastic rod (about the size of a matchstick) that is implanted under the skin. It releases progestin which blocks ovulation. It lasts up to 3 years and can be removed anytime. It doesn't require a pelvic exam and it doesn't have estrogen (important for people who want or need to avoid it).

It can cause side effects but they are usually minor, such as acne or breast tenderness.

Copper IUD (also called nonhormonal IUD)

An IUD is a small, T-shaped instrument that gets placed in your uterus. Sperm don't like copper - when they run into a copper IUD, they swim in the opposite direction which keeps them from getting to the egg. It lasts up to 12 years and can be removed. (If you change your mind and want a baby, you can even start trying immediately after removal!)

Side effects can include random spotting during early use as well as a heavier flow and more cramps during your period. Some people experience discomfort after the insertion but that's short-lived and can usually be relieved with OTC painkillers.

Hormonal IUD

The same as above but it releases a small amount of progestin (much less progestin than found in birth control pills). It lasts for 3 to 7 years and usually makes you stop having periods or makes them much lighter. (If you change your mind and want a baby, it will take some time after removal before you can start trying.)

You may experience cramping or dizziness during the insertion procedure. Some also experience spotting and cramping for 3 to 6 months after but once your body gets used to it, it goes away.

All three of these are very effective ways to prevent pregnancy (with over 99% effectiveness) because they are "forgettable". You don't need to remember any schedule or plan ahead before you have sex.

Important to remember: They do not prevent STDs!

With all my love,

Your Tumblr Dad

1,757 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

My dear lgbt+ kids,

Here are simply a few short reminders:

trans men and lesbians are not enemies

trans men and lesbians are allowed to relate to each other and find comfort in shared experiences

trans men can find comfort in content that was made by/for lesbians, and the other way around

friendships between trans men and lesbians exist and are beautiful

claiming that such friendships are by default predatory/toxic/weird is bullcrap

"We can support each other but unfortunately we are fighting for totally incompatible goals :( " is bullcrap too (and also a big red flag that you are talking to a terf)

With all my love,

Your Tumblr Dad

1,933 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

My dear lgbt+ kids,

Here are some good things that happened in 2021!

January:

Just hours after his inauguration, President Joe Biden (USA) signed an executive order for more protections against discrimination on the basis of sex, sexuality, gender identity and sex stereotypes.

The Labor Department (USA) suspended an executive order banning government agencies from providing diversity training.

Also USA: transgender people are now allowed to serve in the military.

February:

Homosexuality is no longer a crime in Bhutan.

Homosexuality is no longer a crime in Angola.

The new penal code in Angola contains anti-discrimination protections on the basis of sexuality and gender identity

In New York, commercial surrogacy has become legal for same-sex couples.

March:

The EU parliament decided that all EU member states are a "lgbt+ freedom zone".

Victoria (Australia) banned conversion therapy.

April:

Religious leaders in Uganda released a video documentary preaching love and support for the lgbt+ community.

May:

In the USA, healthcare companies are no longer allowed to deny coverage to gay and transgender people.

Croatia allows adoption for same-sex couples.

June:

The Mexican State of Sinaloa legalized same-sex marriage.

India banned conversion therapy.

The UK allows gay men to donate blood.

France allows gay men to donate blood.

July:

Minnesota (USA) banned conversion therapy.

Argentinia included "X" in the National Identity Document as an gender option for nonbinary people.

August:

Yucatán (Mexico) legalized same-sex marriage.

Yucatán (Mexico) banned conversion therapy.

See the full post

3,248 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#your tumblr year in review #slightly self-indulgent since this is probably more interesting to me than you

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wind-becomes-lightning · 1 year

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One scarf.

hiii we were chatting tonight in the obkkrin server about some winter / christmas fluff for them and so I thought I'd throw my hat in.. here it is. Merry Christmas guys!

Hatake Kakashi / Uchiha Obito /Nohara Rin

sort of modern setting

1882 words

Ao3 Link [x]

Rin decides to knit her christmas presents for Kakashi and Obito this year. It goes semi well

Rin looked down at the fruit over her labour. The product of blood, sweat, sleepless nights, desperation and pointy needles lay on her lap in red and black with little stripes. She stared at it as if she couldn’t believe that she had actually finished it.

This year, she had decided a while ago, she wanted to make her Christmas gifts herself. Handmade, at best knitted. Did Rin have any idea how to knit? No. DId that stop her from pushing herself to get it done anyway? Also no. So she bought a book about knitting and watched about ten videos to get ready.

What she had entirely missed in her grand present plan, was that the time of a medicine student like her was incredibly limited, especially in December with the end of the semester approaching and exams and term papers looming. So after the initial phase of hot knitting, a red and black scarf that she was planning to give Obito, she soon got too busy to continue.

December crept on, the days got shorter and Christmas was right there, and still she had nothing to show for her present other than the tiny piece of scarf she had started weeks ago. With shock she realised that there were only four days left and in her overconfidence she had decided to not buy anything else. It was the self knit scarf or nothing.

So there was nothing else to do but to pull all nighters and put her all into what she had already started. It felt a little like going to battle, fighting it out with the present she had decided on, the difficult knitting style she had chosen and her own mind that told her the colours she had picked were too ugly. The time ran on and she kept working on that scarf alone.

Now it was done. The battle won. The enemy lay on her lap destroyed and exhausted like she felt. It was now 2 am on Christmas Day and in the morning she was expected to have her presents under the christmas tree. There was no time to make another scarf for Kakashi, there was no time to go out and buy something instead. No way but forward. Rin packed the scarf into a little box and wrote both Obito’s and Kakashi’s name on it. They would have to share the present.

Still, she felt miserable when she climbed into bed behind Obito who once again had snuggled up to Kakashi so close that Kakashi looked sweaty from the heat he was always giving out. Rin buried her head into Obito’s neck and tried to calm herself down. Presents didn’t matter, the thought counted. The boys would not be upset if she would not give them separate gifts.

The morning came suddenly and way too quickly, though she was woken with a soft kiss to her cheek. Kakashi tapped his nose softly against hers. “Merry Christmas,” he said and smiled.

“Morning,” Rin stretched her neck to really kiss him and then she looked to the side: “Obito is already up?”

“I think he is wrapping whatever he bought us.” Kakashi rolled his eyes. “Probably forgot.”

That was how Rin remembered her own subpar present hiding under the tree. She bit her lip and turned away from Kakashi, who didn’t seem to notice her quick shift in mood because he was telling a story about how Obito had come to him the day before and asked for wrapping paper and glue just right before bed time. “I told him where it is, but before he could get it he was already passed out on the bed”, Kakashi laughed. “The pressure of sitting on your computer and playing video games got to him finally.”

“That seems likely”, Rin, who had only been half listening, murmured as a reply. She exited the bed and found some sweats to wear on some chair in the corner, which was overflowing with clothes, mostly Kakashi’s.

Kakashi followed her in the living room, where Obito was sitting on the ground, head in his hand, some ripped paper opened up in front of him. “This… this is torture… torture… the torture”, he mumbled to himself. Apparently he had not seen them coming.

“Every child can wrap presents, Obito” Kakashi walked over and started collecting the paper shreds on the floor. “Nobody thinks its torture.”

Obito got up and took up the little package that he had just tried wrapping. “Just take it like this. Merry Christmas, bakashi.”

A slightly dumbfounded Kakashi looked at the small box in his hand. It was red and looked kind of like jewellery. “Are you going to ask me to marry you?” Kakashi joked looking at the peculiar box. “You know we couldn’t do that to Rin.”

“Why don’t you open it,” Obito spat back.

Kakashi opened the little box and pulled out what was inside. It was a light, silver dog-tag, one that he could hang around his neck. From the look of it Obito had it engraved with their names together and a few of Kakashi’s family dogs names too. “Oh,” Kakashi said. “That… very lovely.”

“Well I am an excellent gift giver.” Obito put his arms together in front of his body. Kakashi put the tag around his neck and then leaned over to give Obito a kiss right onto his pouty face.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Obito seemed much more happy now. He took a different package that he had gotten wrapped, though the paper looked weirdly wrinkled and he had used a lot of duct tape. “For you.”

Rin couldn’t help feeling bad when she opened her own present and realised it was an expensive branded purple makeup palette. She moved her fingers over the powder and tried the glitter out on her skin. The shades were wonderful and they looked lovely. “Thank you Obito, that is definitely useful.”

She kissed him by standing on her tiptoes. Obito was now satisfied. Getting praise from both of them was definitely his favourite thing to happen to him. “Well, well, where are my presents?’” He grinned at his partners.

Kakashi sighed and leaned down under the christmas tree. He picked up something very thin, that he had neatly wrapped just like he always did. His narrow handwriting was readable on it. “Obito.” He handed it over.

Obito greedily ripped the paper open and then let out a triumphant scream: “Yesss!!” It was a new video game for his Playstation.

“Now you can stop crying to me all the time about how much you want to play it.” Kakashi said.

Obito returned the kiss from earlier. “Thank you. And now I will instead cry to you about how I can’t beat it, alright?”

“Can’t wait.”

Kakashi then stretched to get the other package, which was much larger and felt heavy when he handed it to Rin. “It is not so exciting,” he said apologetically, “but I think it might come in handy.”

It was a thick, detailed book about human anatomy, with very clear sketches and images. One of the things she had to do for her recent exam was study anatomy, bones in the body and such, and it had given her troubles. Both guys had helped her remember things several times with conventional methods and others. But in the end what she really wanted was a place to look things up that troubled her to remember. This book would help.

Rin’s hands were shaking as she pulled Kakashi down to kiss him too. She felt bad. There was only one present left and it was hers. One present for both of them. One miserable scarf with a pattern that was all over the place. It was not comparable with the thoughtful gifts they had given her.

“So Rin, you are always so great with gifts, what do you have in store for us.” Obito grinned and Rin wanted to cry a little.

She picked up her tiny box from under the christmas tree and handed it over between them. “It’s for both of you.” She was too embarrassed to look at them.

How had her infinite hybris thought she could knit two scarves in time for Christmas Day? Especially when she had no idea how to knit or how to knit well. Why had she been so stubborn to hold on to her belief that she could get it done and refused to buy something different for the boys? Their disappointment would be her punishment for this absurd row of bad choices.

Obito opened the paper and then handed the box to Kakashi. “Now you.” So Kakashi opened the present. Rin looked at her feet.

It was quiet for just long enough for Rin to lose all her nerve, but then Obito said: “Did you make this?” dragging Rin’s eyes involuntarily up to meet his.

Kakashi was holding the scarf in one hand, the unravelled ends very visibly at the bottom of it. Obito’s eyes were wide as if he was amazed.

“I- I mean.. Yes I did make it.”

“Wow,” Obito said and Kakashi added: “Is that what you stayed up last night for?” Both their voices sounded excited.

Rin didn’t understand why they weren't disappointed. “Yes, but… I barely made it one. Like.. it’s one present for both of you and it's barely a present…”

“It’s so cute, Rin,” Kakashi threw the scarf around his neck. “The pattern is slightly uneven and that makes it wonderful.”

She almost felt like interjecting that it wasn’t supposed to be uneven. That she had just messed it up.

Kakashi pulled at Obito: “Come here, this is your present too.” Obito took a step towards Kakashi and let the scarf be wrapped around his neck too. They now stood shoulder to shoulder, their heads almost bumping in together so they could both wear it at the same time.

“Perfect,” Obito grinned.

“It’s so comfortable,” Kakashi noted.

“It really keeps you warm.”

“I think Obito and I should walk around outside like this all the time,” Kakashi laughed.

Rin had a hard time believing they were being serious. “You.. like it?”

Obito stepped forward and by the force of them hanging together, so did Kakashi. “You made this for us with your own hands! You learned knitting even though you were so busy and you stayed up late to finish it.” This was less of an explanation and more of a recap of the past few days.

“Of course we love it, because you made it,” Kakashi took over and then pulled Rin into a hug.

From her left side Obito also stepped closer to her. “It is in fact, my most favourite gift I have ever gotten.” He ignored Kakashi’s “hey!” from his other side.

“You guys are the worst liars,” Rin mumbled into Kakashi’s chest. She was glad to have them though. Kakashi and Obito could make even the most embarrassing moments feel lighthearted and bearable.

Both men now bowed down to her smaller height, the scarf still limiting them in their movement, and kissed Rin’s cheek from either side.

“Merry Christmas!” Kakashi put his head down on Rin’s head.

“And to you,” she replied.

Obito was grinning again: “And most importantly: to me.”

#fanfiction things #obkkrin #kakaobirin #hatake kakashi #uchiha obito #nohara rin #uh and if you say i use #it goes semi well #too much in descriptions you are right but NO IM NOT

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InsteLive 3 - Akigumi Etude (Text Version)

InsteLive 1 - InsteLive 2 - InsteLive 3 (Text ver.)

(Live version here)

Translation under the cut!

Akigumi Etude - Valentine's Day Story of High Schoolers

Banri: ...Looks like it’s starting.

’Sup. It’s Akigumi from MANKAI Company.

Comment: I’ve been waiting for this!

Comment: I voted in the survey

Omi: Thanks for the voting.

Juza: I wonder which theme‘s been decided.

Taichi: Even we don’t know what’s the result, so it’s kinda exciting~!

Banri: Guess I gotta hurry and announce it then. Our theme’s gonna be...

“Valentine’s Day Story of High Schoolers”.

Comment: Brilliant lmao

Azami: Ain’t possible for this old geezer to act as a high schooler.

Sakyo: What did you just say?

Omi: Seems like casting will be decided through this lottery. Here, pull one.

Juza: Mine’s... I see.

Banri: Hey, this just got even more difficult.

Azami: ...Seems hard to express this one.

Comment: I wonder what kind of role is it?

Comment: So excited

Sakyo: Let’s hurry up and get started.

Banri: Damn, guess I gotta do it with the flow then.

Aight guys, we’re starting the Etude now.

—————

Juza: “This day has finally come...!”

Azami: “What are you talkin’ about?”

Juza: “Isn’t it obvious? Today’s Valentine’s Day, a sacred day that comes once a year!”

“I wanna get some chocolates from Angel-chan, the Madonna of the school!”

Azami: “Hmm, so she’s that cute?”

Juza: “Yeah! Those cute eyes of her can make ANY man fall on their knees.”

“Angel-chan, when will she come~?”

Taichi: “Hey, what was that about Angel-chan?”

Juza: “The heck, Taichi’s here? Man, I don’t wanna interact with this annoying guy~”

Taichi: “A frivolous guy like YOU won’t ever get a chocolate from Angel-chan.”

“Learn your place, buddy.”

Azami: “He sure acts tough... This type of delinquent still exists?”

Juza: “Hah! Girls would never give their chocolate to a delinquent like YOU nowadays.”

Taichi: “Jokes on you! I actually received some already~”

“There’s one from Yukko, Marippe, Sacchan and also from Yocchan!”

Azami: “Those nicknames sounded like they came from a Yankee manga...”

Banri: “Hey, be quieter. I’m trying to link my thoughts with the universe here.”

Taichi: “What the heck are you tryin’ to link for? ’Sides, d’you even get a chocolate?”

Banri: “It’s just a chunk of jet black, yet receiving one or not makes you feel emotional roller coaster...”

“You guys are still children, I see.”

“I’m crazy for not being interested in Valentine’s Day even though I’m a high schooler?”

“I take that as a compliment, thank you.”

Taichi: “I haven’t got a clue of what you were sayin’ at all.”

Juza: “As usual, Settsu sure is a weird guy.”

Azami: “Eh? Ah, yeah...”

Omi: “What’re you guys talking about?”

Juza: “Valentine’s Day!”

“Surely the popular guy Omi-kun received lots of chocolates, right?”

Omi: “No... I refused all of them this year just to get Angel-chan’s.”

Taichi: “Seriously?!”

Omi: “The number of sacrifices I’ve made is different than you guys.”

Taichi: “Tch...”

Juza: “He sure is on a whole different level than us...”

Sakyo: “Excuse me, what are you all doing here?”

“That is a path that you are standing on. You will be a bother to other students if you keep chatting there.”

Azami: “Here comes a typical honour student. He’s even doing the glasses thing.”

Taichi: “Oh shush! Don’t act so bossy just because you’re the class prez!”

Juza: “Can’t we make a fuss at least on Valentine’s Day?”

Banri: “President. If you want to pass through here, go over my corpse!”

Azami: “Just shut your mouth for once.”

Taichi: “You look serious and all, but aren’t you the one who thinks about today the most?”

Sakyo: “What are you talking about? I have no interest in that.”

Juza: “There you go again~ Admit it, you’re also fidgeting for Valentine’s Day!”

Omi: “I don’t know about these unpopular guys, but should I tell you about some tips on how to be popular?”

Juza: “Ugh, so pretentious!”

Sakyo: “I must read this reference book for the qualification exam before getting carried away by such an event.”

Azami: “The book’s upside down though.”

Sakyo: “Urk...”

“Choc— I mean— Today, I think I’m not doing well...”

Taichi: “He just said chocolate for a sec there.”

Juza: “He might as well think about returning gifts for White Day already.”

Sakyo: “W-what? I don’t think I’ll knit a muffler for the White Day and make it so that two people can wear it together. No, not at all...”

Taichi: “Dang, he really DID think about it!”

Juza: “So in the end, we’re all waiting for Angel-chan, huh.”

Banri: “It’s about time we settle this matter. Let’s end the futile conflict here.”

“My right hand... it’s aching...”

Taichi: “You just wanted to say that, right?”

Azami: “...By the way, who’s Angel-chan?”

Taichi: “Wait- You’ve been conversin’ without knowin’ that?!”

Omi: “Actually, who are you in the first place?”

Azami: “I’m Azami Izumida, who transferred to school here today.”

Juza: “You’re a transfer student?”

Taichi: “You should’ve said that first! You’re actin’ way too familiar with us!”

Sakyo: “Everyone, the teacher just contacted me. Seems like Angel-chan took a rest at home today.”

Juza: “Aight, disperse.”

Omi: “Bye, guys.”

Banri: “Everything has turned into nothingness...”

Taichi: “Just go home!”

Banri: Aight, that’s the end of Etude. Great work, guys.

Comment: Good job!

Comment: It was too funny lol

Comment: Juza-kun was really cheerful

Juza: My role was a “Frivolous guy”.

Taichi: And mine’s a “Delinquent”! I tried using Ban-chan as reference~

Azami: No wonder why I thought it was kinda similar.

As I said at the end, I’m a “Transfer student”.

Omi: I was a “Popular guy from Class 1” but I’m not sure if I did it well...

Comment: I laughed at the popular Omi-kun lol

Comment: Please accept my chocolate too

Comment: Was Banri-kun a “Chuunibyou”?

Banri: Yup. Man, I had a hard time comin’ up with those lines.

Y’know, I really like how Sakyo-san acted as the “Class president”.

Taichi: Sakyo-nii was being teased a lot that it was hard to hold back my laughter!

Azami: Pretty rare for you to do funny acts that many times.

Sakyo: It’s easy to emphasize comicalness with that kind of serious character.

Banri: Oh, it’s almost the time.

Omi: Everyone, thanks for watching us today.

Juza: I wanna do it again if we get the chance.

Sakyo: Also, thank you for voting. Thanks to you viewers, the Etude was successful.

Banri: See you in the next Inste Live.

Taichi: Bye bye~!

#a3!#a3! translation #meenatranslates #akigumi #settsu banri #banri settsu #hyodo juza #juza hyodo #taichi nanao #nanao taichi #fushimi omi #omi fushimi #furuichi sakyo #sakyo furuichi #izumida azami #azami izumida

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Chapter 2

fic masterlist // series masterlist // previous chapter // next chapter

Featured Characters: fem!OC Brynn Clarke, fem!OC Orli’Va, clone!OC Skip

Rating: General (However this series is 18+ as a whole so MINORS BEGONE PLEASE)

Tags: Language, Brief allusions to past loss/familial death, Feelings of inadequacy, Talk of clones being expendable

divider by: @djarrex

Location: The Grand Republic Medical Facility on Coruscant // Year: 22 BBY

The shrill tone signifying the end of class interrupts the final portion of the lecture. As everyone surrounding Brynn begins to pack up their datapads, the Ithorian professor’s modulated voice rings out once more.

“Be sure to finish and submit your specialty applications before you sign up to take the certification exams!”

Brynn fights the urge to roll her eyes as she puts her own datapad in her bag. For the entire semester, students have been deciding which specialty they want to dedicate their lives to. If she were to make a decision right this minute, her specialty would be trauma. You don’t experience what she did at such a young age and not be fundamentally changed by it. If there had been a trauma specialist on level 1757 that night, she wouldn’t have lost everything. The rings dance against her chest as she recalls the fateful memory. Brynn wants to be that difference for someone, somewhere in the galaxy, but she needs to get away from the city-planet first. Her scrub top bunches up at the shoulder when she slings her bag on. Walking leisurely out of the classroom and down the wide halls, Brynn fixes the folded shoulder of her top and fishes a few credits out of her breast pocket when she reaches a caf stand— a perfect melding point for caffeine addicted students like herself and businesses looking to capitalize.

“Just my usual ‘Va.” Brynn tells the Pantoran barista when she reaches her counter.

“Of course B! One large hot chocolate with two dashes of caffeine crystals comin right up.” Orli’Va uses Brynn’s nickname before flashing her a cute smile. Brynn returns her smile with a wink before turning to face the immense window behind her.

The Grand Republic Medical Facility. It's a different view than the lower levels where Brynn grew up since it actually, you know, has a view. Until she came here, Brynn had never even seen the sky. So whenever she gets the chance, she stops by what she likes to call the Eye of Coruscant. Even though Brynn is still on one of the lowest levels of the spire, she is able to see far and wide across the city planet. Today’s skyline is no different than the rest, sprawling across the lanes of traffic and overtaking the skyscrapers. She just can’t get enough of the light. She has been here for 5 years and the sun fills her with the same amount of awe as it did the first day.

“B! Order up!” Orli’Va’s sweet voice brings Brynn out of her trance.

“Thank you, love,” Brynn tells the Pantoran.

“As always, darlin’,” she responds, “Have you made a decision about a specialty?”

“How did you know I needed to decide?”

“Hun, this is a caf stand in the Grand Republic Medical Facility,” Orli’Va moves her arms in a sweeping motion, gesturing to the extensive structures around them. “You can’t serve beautiful fifth years their caffeine without knowing when specialty applications are due.”

“Oh well, no, I haven’t decided on a specialty yet.” Brynn leans in further onto the counter, “But I am leaning towards not submitting one.” Orli’Va’s eyes get wider in surprise; the barista leaning in closer as well.

“Wait, so what are you wanting to do then?”

“Well I was thinking, and don’t judge me for this,” Brynn gently points a finger at the blue skinned woman, “I was thinking of applying to be a contracted medic for the GAR.” Orli’Va backs away in shock, a look of astonished horror glazing her eyes.

“Darlin’, why would you do something like that?”

“Because, O, I feel like it's the least I could do. These men deserve all that this genius could offer,” Brynn changes the subject with a joke before grabbing her hot chocolate, “I will let you know how it goes, beautiful. I’ll see you later.” She says with a smile over her shoulder as she walks away.

Brynn’s head is reeling with choices by the time she walks into the medical facility’s dining hall. She thinks that maybe talking to Skip could help her further decide about what to apply for, a speciality or a medic contract. The hall is packed this afternoon, classes all being let out early due to the term ending. Brynn stands on her tiptoes, scanning the crowd for the armor of her friend. Most of the Coruscant Guard refrains from painting their armor in brash ways—as Brynn has noticed among the other battalions around Coruscant. Skip has the notorious red painted in ripple patterns over his shoulder bells and vambraces—while his leg armor drowns in the color, leaving the rest a clean canvas of white.

“Hey, Brynnie!” Once she hears her name, Brynn’s eyes lock onto a trooper waving his arm.

“Skip!” she laughs out his name, “I was beginning to think you weren’t here yet.”

“Nah, you’re just a short shit so I figured I’d give you an assist,” Skip teases. She sets down her drink and pulls a sandwich from her bag as she sits across from the soldier.

“Ohhh, so someone is feeling bold today,” Brynn rolls her eyes. When she begins to unwrap her food, Skip snatches half of it before she can stop him.

“I am always bold Brynn, you should be used to it,” Skip replies, “Now what do we have today?”

“I…” Brynn emphasizes, grabbing to get her lunch back, “have a sliced nuna sandwich with Strider cheese sauce and Ferroan spinach.” Skip draws further out of Brynn’s reach, keeping the sandwich close to his chestplate.

“Aw, c’mon Brynn,” Skip takes a massive bite from the sandwich before continuing. Brynn is pretty sure that the noises Skip makes are supposed to be a sentence, but with a mouthful of her sandwich— she can’t make out a single word. Brynn tries to hide her laughter and fails miserably at his attempt to talk.

“I’m sorry, what?!” she says between laughs. Skip swallows before repeating himself.

“I said, you’ve never tasted the shit the Guard mess has. You would be stealing your best friend's food too.” Brynn rolls her eyes. She clenches her jaw while Skip continues to eat his half of her sandwich. She fights the urge to blurt out her life-changing decision, but before she can, Skip speaks up. “So, I have been hearing whispers that you will be choosing a speciality soon?”

“Yeah,” Brynn draws out, “Something like that.” Brynn absentmindedly picks at her own half of the sandwich.

“Okay, B, you better spill whatever the fuck it is that you are hiding,” Skip says pointedly, “Or I will get it out of you myself.”

“Ugh fine, okay. So, um, do you remember about a week or two ago when I told you that I was thinking of being a trauma specialist? Because of my parents?”

“Yeah, you seemed pretty adamant about working in the lower levels too. From my patrols down there it seems like they really need it.”

“Well—”

“Are you rethinking that? What do you want to do now?” Skip interrupts.

“Maker, Skip, shut up and let me tell you.”

“Okay sorry, continue.”

“I am rethinking it. I’ve downloaded the application for fifth years to go straight to the war effort, to be a field medic.”

“Brynn, why in the fuck would you want to go to literal war?” Skip enunciates each word with careful vitriol.

“Skip, you know for a fact that I have seen shit, and been helpless,” Brynn leans forward and stares the member of the Coruscant Guard in the face, “I can’t just stand back and not do anything. I want to be there and I want to help and do something that matters.”

“Brynn, listen to me, this isn’t the front lines. My brothers out there are literally in the midst of hell day in and day out. You can stay here. Save lives here. After what you’ve told me about how you grew up? You can be there for the children, the families, that actually need you here. Don’t risk your life for us. For clones. We are expendable. Replaced by the next model off the line.” Skip’s expression went from worried curiosity to a scowl as he spoke.

“No, Skip, you can’t say that. You and your brothers, you are all sentient human beings. You matter to me, and there are thousands of citizens that believe the same. You all are fighting a war. Those men on the front lines? I would trade an asshole who blew up himself and his neighbors for selfless men any day.” Brynn tries earnestly to explain her choice to not remain on the comparable safety of Coruscant.

“Brynn you call us clones selfless. Why? We don’t have a choice. We come off the lines living, breathing, and fighting for the Republic. We are bred to be expendable.” Skip explains again, his scowl deepening.

“Expendable? Why would there even be medics then? There are clone medics. There are positions for civilian medics. Skip, if you were truly expendable those positions would not exist.”

After that Brynn grabbed the rest of her lunch and left. Skip’s words hit her, in a way she wasn’t expecting. The amount of confusion, determination, and rage was starting to boil over. Now she has to submit the application. Not to prove a point to her best friend, but to show herself that she is capable and talented enough to make a difference in the lives of the men that she desperately wants to help. Because in this war, Skip is right, they have no choice. Brynn knows they deserve to be shown the kindness and the support that no one else wants to give them.

By the time Brynn gets to her final class of the afternoon, she had tear stains on her cheeks. The clones aren’t expendable like Skip said, are they? No, Brynn shakes herself out of her thoughts, out of the propaganda. They are human-fucking-beings, and Brynn will be damned if she’ll let them die without knowing how much they mean to the citizens they are dying for.

Her final class, a throwaway neurobiology course, comes and goes. Brynn could honestly do these procedures in her sleep. Her mind is still reeling from the conversations with Skip and with Orli’Va. Should she do this? Devote her life and well-being to the war effort? Brynn knows that she is smart, and that she is capable. Yet, she sees the look on the faces of her classmates. So young. So naive. They don’t know that she hears them talking about her. Second guessing her, and undermining her when they know she is correct. Brynn hears all of the comments, but they don’t know that she’ll remember every single one.

When Brynn finally makes it back to her dorm for the evening, she just sits. She sits and thinks about what she is about to do, and if she is doing it for the right reasons. Is she doing something crazy just to prove everybody wrong? No. She is not. Opening the blank application, Brynn decides to put her ego aside and think about everything she’s seen with the clones. Skip, last week, being yelled at by one of the instructors, just for doing his job. Other members of the Coruscant Guard being verbally assaulted, or having things thrown at them. Working for a Republic that doesn’t want them to exist. But then Brynn thinks about those few people who handed the soldiers a cloth to wipe their armor. The one who told the professor to walk away.

Tapping ‘Submit’ on the request, Brynn huffs and sets her datapad on the small desk in her dorm. Brynn looks around the small area, thinking back to when she first moved in; five years ago, with nothing more than a hand-me-down bag and some notebooks. One would think that after living at the Grand Republic Medical Facility for the last five years she would have a bigger living space, but a singular room and a refresher is all Brynn calls her own. Five years ago, she set out to try and make a difference. This field application is just the next step. As she settles down for bed, her mind wanders to what her future holds. Will she be in the thick of it? On the front lines, dodging blaster fire, surrounded by death? Or will she be aboard a medical frigate? Assisting the Kaminoan doctors and surgeons in a hospital setting? Brynn succumbs to the weight of her eyelids, drifting into a deep sleep. Her final thought of the night; is that in a day or two her request to serve the Grand Army of the Republic will either be accepted or denied.

Location: The Grand Republic Medical Facility on Coruscant // Year: 22 BBY

It has been well over a week since Brynn submitted her medic application and she is getting anxious. Brynn should be used to it, being anxious comes with the territory of being the youngest human among the fifth years. How long does Brynn have to prove herself? Everyone is always second guessing her because of her age. Yes, it has rubbed off on Brynn; she does second guess herself more than she would like to admit. However at the same time, 95% of it Brynn would say, her confidence outweighs the anxiety. She maintains some of the highest marks among her class, and she is still fighting for her place in the ‘big kids’ crowd.

“Just because you haven’t heard back on your request, doesn’t mean you’ve been rejected.” Brynn whispers to herself. Her datapad dings with a new message notification as she walks away from the caf stand. She senses that it is the answer she needs to quell her anxiety and quickens her pace to the dining hall. Maybe she can have Skip read it?

Finding Skip in the sea of hungry students wasn’t difficult; Brynn was on a mission. Once she reaches the table with her friend, Brynn unceremoniously plops her datapad in front of the soldier and spins it towards him.

“Um, what do you want me to do with your datapad?” Skip wipes off the corner of his mouth with a gloved hand.

“I know how you feel about me wanting to join the war effort, Skip,” Brynn begins, her eyes cast downward, “But I need, need, you to read this notification that I got. I just can’t do it myself.”

Skip takes the datapad in his hands, tapping on its screen to navigate to the message Brynn spoke of. The soldier narrows his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“Damn.”

“Wait, what?! My application got denied?” Worry fills her voice. Skip slides her datapad back across the table and she scans the message before glaring back at her friend.. She reaches across the table and gives the man a slight, but firm, whack on the back of his head.

“You can’t stress me out like that Skip, you know how much I wanted this.” Brynn begins to feel her heart rate increase, the excited anxiety of uncharted territory blossoming in her chest.

“Ah Brynnie, I just want to keep you around,” Skip looks into Brynn’s eyes, giving her a small smile, and grabs her free hand, “You are my favorite lunch date.” Brynn returns his smile. She’ll miss her best friend. The tears finally spill as she rounds the table, crushing the trooper in the tightest hug she can manage.

“You’ll have to tell me all about Kamino,” she whispers into his neck.

Location: Transport Docking Station on Coruscant // Year: 22 BBY

The morning sun is blinding as Brynn and Skip walk towards her transport. In less than five minutes she will be embarking upon a brand new adventure. Saving lives, doing good in the galaxy. Before they reach the gate Skip turns and grabs her shoulders, stopping them in their tracks.

“Okay! Review time!” Skip’s voice comes through his helmet’s modulator.

“Number one, remember, stay away from the tubies. You will definitely get attached because we are adorable little shits when we are babies.” Brynn nods her head in agreement.

“Okay, number two! If you see a reptavian flying overhead?”

“Just duck,” Brynn finishes, rolling her eyes.

“Hey! None of that dude, they will actually snatch you up for a quick meal.” Brynn scoffs as he continues, “And finally, you will soon realize, Kaminoans are weird as hell. Absolutely do not stare, they think it’s rude.”

“Skip, you do remember I grew up on Coruscant. I have seen probably every species that a humanoid deems as weird.” Brynn finishes with a slight laugh. After an awkward moment of silence she drops the bag on her shoulder and throws her arms around her armored friend.

“I’ll miss you Skip,” Brynn says. Skip gives her a strong squeeze and pulls away.

“I will miss you too, short shit,” he returns, a sniffle interrupting his goodbye.

Brynn grabs her bag off the landing pad and starts walking toward the ramp of the transport. Halfway up the ramp Brynn turns around, her braid fluttering in the morning breeze. She sees Skip still standing where they parted ways, bringing two fingers to her temple in a mock salute. Seeing Skip laugh, Brynn smirks to herself. Once she boards the ship, she catches a final glimpse of her best friend as the door closes.

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