#and my dumbass sister was out w her friends leaving me to sit awkwardly w my parents

[kashmirichaiwithmehr]

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[sohin-ace]

Trish - Sister Figure

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

Enjoy~

Trish x Female reader because babygirl needs feminine compagny.

Trish came in or more like burst into the hideout in a hurry, almost panicking as she pressed her arms firmly against her chest.

"Oh hi Trish! Wassup!" Narancia called as he noticed her and Fugo followed with a lazy wave.

"Welcome back." Bruno greeted her with a smile.

Abbachio barely glanced up, Giorno looked at her curiously and Mista turned around on the couch to look up at her.

"W-where is Y/N?" Trish's face was strained and she squirmed under their insistant glances.

This was really the worst timing for everyone to be just there, all noticing her arrival. Just her luck.

"What's wrong? You look uncomfortable." Bruno noticed her unease and she looked away, her arms not leaving their place against her chest.

"Where is Y/N?" She insisted, almost breathless with rising anxiety.

"Come on, come join us! There's cake!" Mista invited with a casual gesture.

"GUYS!" She snapped and the boys flinched, "WHERE THE FUCK IS Y/N?!"

"I'm here!" Your voice called in the distance upon hearing the commotion

You walked in from the kitchen while quickly wiping your hands on a towel, your appearance immediately brightening Trish's face. You hurried towards her and she relaxed, sighing in relief.

"What's wrong Trish? Are you okay?" You asked worriedly as you approached the pink haired girl, bringing a gentle hand to her face and the other on her bare shoulder, checking on her, your big sister instincts kicking in.

"I...I-"

She wanted to speak, but before she could lose herself in your soft worried gaze, she glanced at the boys who were watching the scene with nosy curiosity. For some reason, the gang was really into you girls' dynamics.

"... Can we go to the bedroom...?" She muttered a bit above a whisper, but the room was already so dead silent that some of the boys in the gang still heard.

You nodded at her in understanding. "Of course, let's go." You put one hand around her shoulder and guided her to your bedroom.

As you were both out of sight, Mista sat back straight and looked at his comrade with a teasing and quite amused look on his face.

"Oouuhhhh did you guys hear that??" He boasted and Giorno glared at his friend in disappointement.

...Really Mista?

"What? No? What did she say???" Narancia leaned forward, his giddy curiousity taking the wheel.

Fugo deadpanned at the overly excited boy beside him. "She said something like 'let's take it to the bedroom', or whatever. What of it?"

Mista covered his mouth as he snorted uncontrollably and Narancia's eyes widened like saucers as his mouth formed an 'O' shape.

"Hohohohoho some people are gonna get freeeaaa-kyyyyy~" Narancia sang obnoxiously.

"That's stupid. You guys are a bunch of dumbasses, they're just going to do girly shit or whatever, none of your dirty businesses." Abbachio clicked his tongue, trying to talk some sense into their empty brains.

"But like... Wouldn't that be hot? Like... Two girls... Doing... Ya know..." Mista said trailing off, a slight blush dusting his cheeks, almost hesitant to admit his own thoughts to the public.

"I don't think... That's a bit much, I'm sure their relationship is not like that." Giorno made a face at Mista's assumptions.

"Whatever they do, let's be happy for them." Bruno took a sip of his tea, only wishing for the best for the two of you.

A deafening pause settled in the room and the atmosphere became heavy as the temperature dropped. Foreshadowing sign that somebody was about to say something stupid.

"Don't." Bruno warned and everyone looked at him.

"What?" Fugo started as he squinted at Bruno, confused. "Who are you even talking to?!"

"None of you go eavesdrop on them. Especially you two." He glared sternly at the Mista and Narancia. "End of story."

"Aww come on!" Narancia whined childishly.

"You're no fun, capo! What even makes you think we would have that idea?" Mista retorted with unfounded offense.

The entire gang stared bluntly at them like it was obvious they would have such a stupid idea. If it wasn't them, then who else would?

In the meantime, you and Trish finally arrived to your bedroom and you let her enter first.

"Are you okay? What wrong baby? You can tell me." You asked patiently as you closed the door behind you.

She tried to ignore the speeding of her heart at the cute nickname as she turned around to look at you. She loosened her arms over her chest to reveal her top completely sliced up along with the skin on the side of her breast. The aftermath of fleeing a Stand user.

"Y-you're injured!" You gasped in horror as she held her small piece of cloth against her blood-leaking chest.

"It's okay, I'm fine! I just couldn't deal with it with the boys obviously..."

You ushered her to sit down on your bed. "Sit down, I'll be right back-!"

You instantly sped out of the room to get everything you needed to treat her wounds and she obliged, sitting on your plush mattress, feeling slightly awkward and bashful.

She didn't want to worry you uselessly, but she knew you were so protective of her that you would worry regardless of what happened to her, even for even the tiniest of things.

She looked down, thinking about you in the silence of the room. Your room smelled nice, a bit fruity. She looked over your dresser, there was a small make up palette and a single lipstick next to some perfume.

She smiled to herself, thinking how great it would be to have a girls day with you. But a gangstar's lifestyle hardly ever let you have time for this luxury.

Sometimes she wondered if life in Passione would be the same without you. Without your help, your advices and without your sweet smile. She would probably go nuts from her interactions with Mista alone if you weren't there to put him to place.

"Sorry I made you wait. Let's get into it." Her train of thoughts was interrupted by your voice that she loved so much.

She shifted awkwardly, not sure how to position herself as you put the medkit beside her and prepared everything. You then kneeled in front of her, staying eye-level with her chest.

"Let me see your wound, cara."

She blushed in embarassement and looked away as she hesitantly moved the shredded fabric away from her skin. Why did you have to be so... So... Entrancing?

Her ruined top that could barely stay on now was really the least of her problems. She was never really the shy or modest type and she didn't mind the revealing clothes, in any other situation she would have been unfazed, but now it felt... different.

Maybe it was you, or the feelings she had towards you that suddenly made her feel bashful about being naked in front of you. Sensing her discomfort and seeing how her chest heaved, you tried to reassure her.

"It's okay, it's just the two of us, I won't stare, if that's what's making you uncomfortable."

"No I'm-" She paused and looked away, not daring staring down at you. "It's kind of awkward." You chuckled and she wanted to melt right here and there.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I'll have to touch you. But I'll try my best to not be too intrusive. Just relax." You spoke softly and she nodded, looking into your reassuring eyes.

You were always so good to her, she had a hard time seeing you as a sister figure. She wasn't really to blame, with all her family issues, she couldn't really know what a sister was like, or what it felt like to have one.

So when you came into her life, you basically made her rediscover herself. If she didn't know how to grow into a woman, she definitely knew that you would be the lead to follow on that path.

She looked up to you, respected you, and most importantly, she loved you. She felt genuine happiness when you were around and she felt like she couldn't trust anybody more than you.

Sometimes, she was even confused with her own feelings towards you, but that was the one subject she couldn't talk to you about and sexuality was not something she was comfortable with bringing out to you or even explore as of yet.

Maybe one day she'll talk about it with Bucciarati, but for now, she brushed everything off and appreciated the nice moments with you.

"Good thing I was a nurse before I joined Passione." You laughed as you finished patching her up. "Or else, you'd have Mista put ductape all around you."

Trish chuckled "Oh yeah, you sure are better than Mista."

You stood up and went to your closet as Trish observed you with curiosity. You then came back with a cute f/c shirt and gave it to her.

"Here, I won't let you go out there with your boobies out." You joked and shetried to hide her blush.

"No way, the boys don't deserve the view." She scoffed and immediately slid your shirt over her head.

It smelled just like you, fresh, sugary and comforting. A wave of tingles coursed through her as she reminisced your scent from all the warm hugs you would grace her with. She tried her best to not sigh out loud in immense delight.

"Awww it looks cute on you, I might just let you take it!" You squealed at her as your clothes complimented her baby face. "Everything looks good on you anyways, you're just that beautiful!"

Her heart pounded in her chest, flustered by your compliments. She met your gaze and you looked at her with such sheer fondness, she thought she was about to cry from how velvety soft your eyes were on her.

If Bucciarati could wear the soft look like a proud mother, surely yours would put him to shame. How could one's eyes not well up with tears when you carressed them without even touching them?

"... You're beautiful." Trish muttered quietly, in a love-drunk daze.

"Hm? I didn't catch that." You leaned down to hear her better as you looked at her questionningly.

She carefully got up and wrapped her arms around you, burying her face in your neck. You tensed up a bit, but relaxed in the embrace.

"Thank you, Y/N..." She mumbled against your skin, trying to hide the wince of pain from her wound.

Something told you she wasn't thanking you for the patch up. You carefully wrapped your arms around her small form, tracing soothing patterns on her back.

"Get some rest, love."

You moved some hairs on the nape of her neck and planted a gentle kiss there, you soft lips tickling her and triggering her nerves as she tensed up. He hid her furiously blushing face deeper into your skin, praying you wouldn't feel her hammering heart against your chest.

Now you really had her.

Bonus:

"Do you hear anything?" Narancia whisper-yelled as he looked up at Mista.

"Shhh!!! Shut up they're gonna hear us!" The taller male hushed as he put his ear closer against the door.

"A-ahh, Y/N, wait!" Trish whimpered from the other side of the door.

"It's okay, Trish, relax. It's going to hurt a little," The boys heard your faint and soft voice say. "But I'll be as gentle as I can."

"Yoooo duuudeee!!!" Narancia's eyes widened as he looked at his friend who stared at him in pure disbelief. Was... Was that really happening?

"Stop me whenever, okay bella?"

"Nngh... F-fuck..." Trish hissed out and the boys were dying on the spot, slappinh their hands over their mouths to muffle their noises, unable to contain their reactions.

"Yes, you're doing amazing, Trish. You take it so well."

"Ah... Haaah... Argh- Y/N-ah! ...P- Please!"

Mista was getting awfully agitated and Narancia couldn't help but slap the gunman's arms repeatedly, channeling his fanboying. They tried their best to stay silent and not get caught as their faces were now a deep shade of red, minds filled with litteral filth.

"Hey... Y/N is surprisingly sweet, even in these situations." Mista took a deep breath and wiped his now bleeding nose with the back of his sleeve.

"Pfftt she's a sweet dom ohmigod!" Narancia squealed like a schoolgirl, a little bit too giddy for what they were doing.

They kept on giggling in their hands like little fangirls, imagining more unholy scenarios when a scary shadow was cast over them.

"...What do you think you're doing?" Bruno appeared out of nowhere and towered over them, eyes glowing with the primal need to murder.

They gulped, sweat beading down their foreheads.

Screams of horror could be heard from outside your bedroom and you stopped what you were doing, looking at the door. You shrugged it off and went back to patching Trish up.

When Bruno got rid of the nosy boys, he passed by your door again and stopped for a second.

"Oh yeah, you sure are better than Mista."

He heard Trish comment and cackled to himself at the words.

"Savage."

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                                              Chapter Thirty-Three:

                           The One With The Diabolical Detective Dupin

Violet and Klaus both felt as though the Elders had just kicked the air right out of them. They looked at one another, each wiping the happy tears from their eyes.

“What did you say?” Violet asked, her voice was faint from her lack of breath.

“We said ‘Olaf’s been captured’,” The elder said again as the three Elders rolled their eyes towards the children.

Klaus’ body felt numb. “W-wh-what did you say?” His voice was as soft and weak as Violet’s

“Pay attention orphans! We said ‘Count Olaf has been captured’,” the male Elder barked. The three Elders walked towards the town hall leaving the two half-siblings breathless, confused, and strangely full of hope.

Klaus looked to his older sister. He was shaking but for once it wasn’t in fear. It was in delight, happiness, and pure excitement. He could barely stand. “My nightmare is over…” he squealed. “I can sleep peacefully. He’s captured. He’s done for!”

Violet smiled as Klaus began to jump for joy. Hector peaked his head into the saloon. “Come quickly, children,” he said smiling at both children. “I just heard the news.”

Violet grabbed Klaus’ arm and the two siblings followed Hector towards town hall. “Can you believe it?” he asked as they walked. “Count Olaf, the notorious villain I first head of yesterday, capture at last in that very saloon!”

“Do you think it could be true? “ Violet asked a bit skeptical but doing her best to keep her optimism.

Klaus’ eyes were glazed over with a brightness that Violet had only scene briefly back when she witnessed her little brother awkwardly flirting with Duncan Quagmire or when he had scooped his baby sister in his arms to tickle her when she teased him before Olaf showed up at Prufrock. Or when he info dumped for his entertainment and not because his life depended on it and even then Violet could tell the prospect of Olaf being captured was the thing Klaus desired the most. The one thing he desperately needed the most. “I hope so!” Klaus replied in a happy tone.

Violet frowned when she realized that Klaus had fallen victim to jumping to conclusions. Which is just an expression, rather than an activity. Although in the case of Klaus Baudelaire in this instant in his life, both would be accurate. Unfortunately for Klaus, jumping to conclusions was as dangerous as jumping off a cliff, jumping in front of a moving train, and jumping for joy.  Clearly, the solution to anything involving jumping is to not jump at all. This was what Violet Snicket was trying her hardest to do. But as Violet and Hector walked normally to town hall and Klaus acted as though he was a four-year-old in a candy store with an outrageous amount of money and no restrictions, Violet couldn’t help but catch a bit of her brother’s surprising, rare, and uncharacteristic optimism. I will admit, it is hard not to jump at all when you are jumping to conclusions, and it is impossible to make sure that you are juping to a safe place because all ‘jumping to conclusions’ means is that you are believing something is true even though you don’t actually know whether it is or not. When Violet and Klaus heard that Count Olaf had been captured, Klaus found himself to excited and relieved to rely on his history with Olaf and logic.

“The Council of Elders called a special meeting, which always makes me jumpy,” Hector explained as he took a seat as far in the back as he could. Violet and Klaus made their way closer to the front. Sitting in the seats perpendicular to the main crowd of townspeople.

“Settle down, everyone,” One Elder yelled, smacking their gavel down.

“We’ll answer all your questions,”

Klaus’ hand shot up so fast. “ Can it be true?’ He asked his voice entirely happy but Violet could hear the desperation in his voice. “ Is my long nightmare of dealing with Count Olaf over?”

“It’s true,” The Elder explained. “A man arrived in town sometime yesterday, with one eyebrow and a tattoo of an eye on his ankle,”

“It must be Olaf,” Klaus replied, jumping to conclusions.

Violet frowned. She hoped it was Olaf but...she knew his tattoo wasn’t unique. She also knew that it was not a tattoo of an eye but the initials of the piece of shit organization that has haunted the Snickets for too long.

“Yes. Olaf was hiding in the village in a disguise. Fortunately, a handsome stranger who claimed to be an investigative agent arrived yesterday and captured him. We’ve got him handcuffed outside.”

“Olaf. Not the handsome stranger,” one Elder explained.

“He certainly is a tall drink of water,” another Elder commented.

“The handsome stranger, not Olaf.” the first Elder specified.

“His female associate is quite capable, too,” the third Elder noted.

“Did he give up the location of my sister and friends?” Klaus asked desperately.

“Our…” Violet muttered, glancing at the ground.

“Not yet,” an Elder replied.

Klaus shifted in his seat. “Will you tell the detective that I’m grateful?”

“You can tell him yourself,” the third Elder replied. “He’s right back there,” the old man pointed a finger to the back doors.

Violet and Klaus turned their attention to the back doors of Town Hall. Klaus ready to thank the detective who caught Olaf. Violet just wanting to see who finished the job that her father hadn’t. But as the door was kicked open, Klaus and Violet did not only feel the color in their skin fade away. They felt their eyes dull over losing any bit of brightness that it may have gained when they first heard the news. They felt their hearts crash and shatter deep inside themselves. Their stomachs flipped and their heads twirled. Their lungs lost all oxygen that had been stored. Both children felt the heavy, crushing devastation that sent their faces falling. It was as if their world had shattered once again. Any ounce of temporary happiness had faded from both children so quickly. They felt nauseous and distraught. The two children felt lifeless as their bodies paralyzed over instantly. Either because of their anger, like in Violet's case or in Klaus' case, fear.

“Greetings, all you cool cats!” called the voice of the man who kicked the doors open. This man needed a dramatic entrance because the Snicket brothers described him accurately. He was a drama queen. A drama queen whose voice, I’m sorry to say, that the two orphans recognized in an instant. It was the voice that Violet despised the most and the voice that haunted Klaus even in his less terrifying dreams. The voice was wheezy and scratchy, and it had a sinister smile behind it as if the person talking were telling a joke. But it was not a voice that made the children want to laugh at the punchline. It was one that made them want to either retreat and cry. It was one that made them want to attack and kill. It was a voice that the children recognized from all of the places they had been since the death of their parents. It was the voice of Count Olaf.

The children gazed silently as they turned to see Olaf wearing another one of his absurd disguises. He flashed a smirk at the children. Even behind his enormous sunglasses, they could feel his shiny eyes staring at them. He was also wearing a purple blazer that was so vividly colored that it made the children squint a bit, and a pair of blue pants jeans equipped with, what the kids assumed to be, a plastic police badge that proudly hung at the front of his pants near the belt buckle. Under his purple jacket, the man had a dirty yellow shirt on with half of the buttons unbuttoned showing off his disgusting chest, which added an extra layer of unpleasant to the children.  He wore a shiny medallion around his neck that glinted like a mirror in certain lighting. To complete his look, he wore a brown fedora-like hat that helped his enormous sunglasses hide his unibrow. On his feet were a pair of bright green plastic shoes with yellow plastic lightning bolts sticking out of them covering his ankle and hiding his tattoo.

The man walked closer to where the two children were sitting. Violet grabbed Klaus’ arm as Olaf approached. She glared at him as she could feel Klaus shaking under her grip. “I am the famous and,” he cut himself off to scat a bit. “cool...Detective Dupin.”

Violet rolled her eyes. “More like Detective Dumbass,” she muttered to Klaus hoping that she can keep him from having a full-blown panic attack. She was getting over her paralyzation quicker than Klaus was. Klaus stared at the man in silence. No expression written on his face.

“I was on the scene if you know what I mean, and I saw Count Olaf, and nothing rhymes,” Olaf scat in his disguised voice trying to sound as ’80s as possible. “And I grabbed this guy, and made him fly into jail and also,” he scat. Violet could tell he was trying his best to continue this charade but he wasn’t as knowledgeable with words as her father or brother were.”A rhyme is a hard thing to do,” he said snapping his finger. Moving around the crowd, stopping short of the two orphans. Violet gripped Klaus’ arm harder as Olaf turned from the orphans to the crowd. To Violet’s dismay, the town of VFD began to clap and applaud Olaf’s Detective Dupin charade.

“You can’t be serious,” she cried.

“Yeah! All right!” Dupin cheered. Taking a few bows.

“I found that utterly convincing,” one Elder commented as he clapped for Olaf.

Klaus felt a bolt of lightning shock through his inner being. He jumped up from his seat so fast that he yanked Violet’s arm with him causing her to yelp and let go. “ That’s Count Olaf!” he shouted, pointing and glaring at the disguised man.

Olaf sighed, quickly rolled his eyes, which the crowd couldn’t see behind his sunglasses. He slowly turned around to face Klaus. He shot Klaus a wicked smirk laced with cruel intentions. “I think your prescription is fuzzy, my little four-eyed kitten,” Dupin replied. His voice carrying a secret layer of venom as his eyes focused on Klaus.

Klaus was struck paralyzed again as he quickly sat back down in his seat.

“You orphans are confused!” The first Elder yelled.

“That is the man who caught Count Olaf,” the second Elder explained.

“The man you wanted to thank,’ the third Elder reminded.

Olaf’s smirk turned wider as he stepped closer to Violet and Klaus. He walked up to their seats, Klaus leaning as far back in his seat as he could. Violet put her arm in front of Klaus’ chest, her only way to protect him in this position. “ Anything for you two,” the man hissed.

Violet’s glared intensified as she shook in her seat in pure anger. “ You’re Olaf,” she hissed.

He smirked at Violet, leaning as close as he could to make sure only she and Klaus could hear him. “No, silly little...pretty orphan,” he hissed. He glanced around making sure the townspeople sitting around the two orphans could not hear him. He waited a second, no one seemed to pay him any attention. “I am Detective Dupin. Officer Luciana has Count Olaf right outside.” He pointed to the door that he had just entered from.

“That’s not possible seeing that I am looking right at Olaf,” Violet hissed back.

“Pay attention, Violet dear, you are going to love this part,” he hissed back grinning as he stood back up to face the crowd.

The Elders slammed down their gavels on their podium. “Officer Luciana! Bring in the prisoner!” one yelled.

Detective Dupin began to applaud wildly. Violet and Klaus glanced towards the doors both confused as to why Violet was going to ‘love’ this part. “Yeah, yeah, baby! Let’s get this hootenanny a-hootin’!”

Violet’s heart sank in her chest as she watched the disguised Esme push the man from the Auction into the Town Hall. The same man from her father’s picture. The man looked a strange mixture of stone-cold and frightened.  He was dressed in a discolored shirt that anyone could see used to be white but it hadn’t been washed in a while. Around his wrists was a pair of handcuffs. Both children could see that this man’s hair was made to look like Olaf. But no matter what Esme and Olaf did to try to make this man appear to be Count Olaf, it failed to fool the two orphans. He wasn’t quite as thin as Olaf, he wasn’t as tall as Olaf, he didn’t have dirt under his fingernails like Olaf and most of all, he didn’t have the signature nasty, greedy, and evil look that Detective Dupin was wearing now as he watched Violet’s reaction. “No,” she whimpered. Klaus turned to her confused. Violet, like Klaus, did not know this man personally. But as she looked at him, she could see similarities between him and her father. She could tell immediately that he was a Snicket.

“Move it, prisoner!” Officer Luciana yelled as she pushed Jacques. Jacques growled as Esme gave him a hard shove.

“I prefer to go by ‘volunteer’,” he replied bitterly.

Esme smiled. “And I prefer to go by Donatella Violetta Cappuccino Milano. But you can call me Officer Luciana.” She and Jacques reached the platform where Olaf stood. She grabbed Jacques by his shoulders and turned him around to face the crowd.

Violet stood up desperately. “ That is not Count Olaf!”

“No talking on the platform,” the Elders yelled at her.

“I’m not on the fucking platform!” she yelled back.

Jacques stared at her in shock. His stone-cold demeanor melting as he could see his brother in her eyes.

“Hector, control the orphans!” one Elder yelled.

Hector turned to Violet and Klaus, opened his mouth to speak and then proceeded to faint.

“As a citizen of this village, we should be able to speak!” Violet protested as Klaus stood up alongside her.

“That man is not Count Olaf!” Klaus yelled pointing at Jacques.

“That dumb fucker is!” Violet yelled pointing at Detective Dupin.

Both Dupin and Luciana glanced towards Violet utterly confused.

“Why should we believe you two children over our chief of police?” an Elder asked.

“Because none of you have met Count Olaf!” Klaus argued.

“That’s true,” Mrs. Morrow admitted. “I’ve never met Count Olaf,”

“Well, I’ve read about him in the newspaper...does that count?” Mr. Lesko asked.

Jacques took this time to lean in close to the two half-siblings. “Violet...it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said offering her a kind smile. “I will say I had hoped we would’ve met in...better...circumstances.” Violet glanced at him worriedly. “Don’t worry. I’ve been in worse scrapes than this,” he whispered. Jacques glanced at Klaus. “Ah, this must be Klaus Baudelaire. You look so much like your parents. Normally, I’d shake your hand and ask ‘How do you do?’ but as you can see,” Jacques offered Klaus a smile as he lifted his wrists. “It’d be a bit tricky.”

“Silence!” An Elder yelled, slamming their gavel down. Jacques rolled his eyes. “These children do have a point. None of us have ever met Olaf.”

Klaus stood up. “But my sister and I have!” he cried. “We’ve had the displeasure of dealing with him on countless occasions.”

“Maybe you have,” Dupin replied bitterly. “But the girl not so much,”

Klaus looked around to see if anyone found that reply a bit odd. The only person who seemed to be responding to Olaf’s idiotic rebuttal was Esme who turned to him incredulously. “You see, Count Olaf has one big eyebrow,”

Officer Luciana smirked towards Klaus. “As you can see, this man also has one eyebrow.” She pointed to Jacques.

“You can clearly tell that that’s been glued on!” he argued.

“Why would Count Olaf glue an eyebrow to his forehead?” she asked feigning confusion.

“ He didn’t! You did!” Klaus yelled.

Violet, on the other hand, was at a loss for words. She just stared at her uncle. Tryin her best not to cry. He looked so much like her father, it was unreal to her. She had never met anyone from her family before so seeing him face to face rather than in some photograph was so surreal for her. Jacques noticed tears forming in her eyes. “Hey, hey. None of that,” he whispered to her. “I’m going to get out of this...okay…”

She looked up at him. Doubt filled her eyes as she slowly nodded. “But if you don’t…”

He offered her a friendly smile. “Don’t think like that...your father had a nasty habit of always thinking so negatively.”

All she could do was nod her head again.

“Fine,” Klaus sighed. “Forget the fucking unibrow. Count Olaf has a tattoo of an eye on his left ankle.”

Klaus smirked thinking he had played his trump card. He was so sure that Jacques wouldn’t have a tattoo on his left ankle. Violet’s eyes widened when she realized that Jacques’ face turned sour. “No,” she whimpered. “Please...tell me you don’t have a tattoo…” she begged Jacques. He glanced down at the ground. “They branded you,” she whispered so low that only Jacques could hear her. “That tattoo is going to seal your doom,” she warned as she glanced up towards Olaf and Esme who were both proudly smirking.

“This man,” Klaus said pointing at Jacques. “Won’t have that heinous tattoo. Watch. And when he doesn’t...I think we should have Detective Dumbass over here take off his left shoe and display his ankle.”

Olaf didn’t glare at Klaus like he had all those other times Klaus or Sunny had nearly ruined his disguise. This worried Klaus. What worried the young orphan boy, even more, was the face that Olaf was making. He was once again smirking at Klaus. He turned to face Jacques who wasn’t glaring at the young boy but glaring towards the two villains. But Klaus didn’t understand why. Surely this man won’t have the tattoo.

Esme walked up to Jacques. “Sir, in the name of the law, would you expose your left ankle to the crowd.”

Jacques glared daggers at Esme. “And if I refuse?” he asked under his breath.

“Now...that’s just an admission of guilt all on its own,” Esme replied back.

Jacques sighed as he gripped onto his left pant leg, pulling his pant leg up. Klaus’ eyes widened as Violet’s heart sank further when they both glanced down at Jacques’ tattooed ankle. The crowd gasped. The Elders gasped. Even Esme gasped for dramatic effect. “But...but...but…” Klaus stuttered. His mind reeling. He felt woozy. “He...he...he’s not...he…” Klaus' eyes rolled back. He felt like he was about to faint. He pointed a finger at Jacques. “That’s...that’s not the man...that’s not my sister’s kidnapper….” he cried. His voice weak. The only two people who seemed worried about Klaus were Violet and Jacques. Detective Dupin walked closer to the boy putting a hand on his shoulder. Klaus flinched from the man’s touch causing Jacques to step in between Olaf and Klaus.

“Thank you for helping Officer Luciana and I identify our prisoner,” Dupin replied. “Maybe you could be a detective when you grow up,” he joked.

Esme walked closer to the three. “ If he grows up,” she whispered. Jacques glared at the two villains.

“Back off the kid,” he whispered harshly.

Esme surprisingly did just that. She turned to the crowd. “As you can see, thanks to the orphan boy’s help. This man has the single eyebrow and the tattoo of an ‘eye’ on his left ankle. Therefore this man is inarguably Count Olaf,”

Olaf took this as his cue to address the crowd as well. “Now that count Olaf is verifiability verified, let’s starting groovin’ on how we’re gonna punish this bad cat. Who’s got suggestions?” he asked the crowd.

The crowd all began to talk over each other. Klaus began to shake so badly. Jacques looked at him confused. “Hey, you okay?” he whispered as Klaus grabbed his shoulder for support. He didn’t answer the man, he merely shook his head. “Come on, sit down next to your sister,” he instructed as he helped Klaus back to his seat the best he could while being handcuffed. Once Klaus sat down, Jacques looked back to Violet. “I am so glad that you found your siblings. Jacquelyn did a great job making sure that happened.”

“Who are you?” Klaus asked still shaking.

“My name is Jacques Snicket,” Jacques replied. “My associate and I tracked the Quagmires and Sunny here...just like you did. We were trying our best to rescue them. As you can see, we’ve suffered some setbacks.”

“I’ll say,” Violet muttered. “What have they done to you? What are they going to do to you?”

Jacques shrugged his shoulders. “I told you...I will get out of this. Don’t you worry your little head. It’s very hard to kill a Snicket.”

Violet frowned at this. She shook her head. “Not really. All you need is a little fire,” she muttered.

Jacques felt his heart sink into his chest. He sighed. He contemplated telling Violet his theory about Lemony. He didn’t want to believe that his baby brother was dead. He truly didn’t. But he didn’t want to give his niece any false hope in the slight chance that all of his theories were dead wrong. He also didn’t want her to think that her father would have abandoned her. Outside of himself, who she’s just met today and her siblings, whom she barely knew. Lemony was the only true family that she knew. He couldn’t torture her like that. So he kept his mouth shut. Not wanting to add any additional unnecessary pain to his niece.

Klaus looked desperately at the man. “Did...did you see Sunny or the Quagmires? Are they all alive...are they well? Where are they?”

Jacques frowned. “I didn’t see them,” he lied. He didn’t want to inform Klaus that he had seen Duncan, Isadora, and Sunny fall unconsciously out of the red herring statue. He didn’t want to inform Klaus that Sunny had a muzzle around her toddler mouth and he didn’t want to admit that when he saw them that he didn’t act in the moment. Because he realized now, that maybe...just maybe he should’ve. He watched Klaus’ desperation take over as tears were forming in his eyes. “But...I’m willing to bet my life that they’re all still alive. Maybe not well...but alive.”

“Detective Dupin, VFD already has a strict system of punishment in place. In accordance with rule number two, which deals with rule-breakers, Count Olaf is to be marched into the center of town and issued a stiff but reasonable fine.” an Elder explained loudly.

Klaus looked to the Elder incredulously. If Count Olaf were actually the one who had been caught he would be arguing relentlessly that Olaf deserved much, much more than a fucking fine. He glared at the vicious man who was giving the Elders the same exact look. Klaus knew his thoughts were vicious, he knew they were immoral. But he couldn’t make himself care at this point. He believed Olaf didn’t deserve jail time. He deserved death. Violet sighed in relief, she too would have argued for a much stricter punishment for the real Olaf but seeing that this was her uncle, she was perfectly fine with a stupid fine. But Olaf and Esme didn’t seem too satisfied.

“That’s all you birds got?” Dupin asked incredulously.

Jacques smirked as he glanced back at his niece and her brother. “How did he capture you?” Violet asked.

“How did you know me? ” Klaus asked realizing that he didn’t get the chance to introduce himself to Jacques. Jacques already knew who he was before he knew who Jacques was.

Jacques smiled at Klaus. “To answer, you Klaus, your family and mine have always been...close.” Jacques looked pointedly at Violet as he answered. “I can see Beatrice and Bertrand in you from a mile away…” he turned to Violet. “I can see Beatrice and my brother in you from miles away as well, Violet. You’ve got the Snicket eyes. Now to answer your question, Violet, Olaf and I have what you’d call a history.”

“I know,” Violet replied. Jacques and Klaus looked at her confused and shocked.

“Why do you have the same eye tattoo as Olaf?” Klaus asked.

Jacques chuckled. “Silly boy, it’s not an eye,” he lifted his pant leg for Klaus and Violet to see his tattoo once more. “Look closer. It’s three letters.” Jacques traced his tattoo with his finger. “V...F...D,”

Klaus’ eyes widened in surprise as Violet’s turned into a glare. Which confused Jacques. He was sure she’d be surprised, too. He knew Lemony would never teach his child about VFD.

“Oooh! Maybe house arrest! And he has to wear one of those scratchy ankle things.” Mr. Lesko suggested loudly.

“You’re getting warmer, fancy pants! But let’s make it hot!” Dupin yelled to the crowd.

“Listen...once I’m free, and I will get free,” he reiterated. “And the Quagmires and Sunny are safe. My associate and I will take you…” he began before being cut off by Esme.

“I know!” she squealed. “I say we burn him at the stake!”

Everyone in the Town Hall got quiet for a second except for Olaf’s troupe who cheered at Esme’s suggestion. Violet’s eyes widened as Klaus looked to the villains in disbelief. Even Jacques’ face turned frightened, as he remembered what Olaf said about his little plan.

“Fantastic idea!” the first Elder replied.

“Tremendous!” the second Elder commented.

“Ethically iffy but very exciting,” the third Elder agreed.

Jacques quickly turned to the two children as the town cheered. “Okay...I may need some help after all,” he admitted. He smiled at Violet. “Ever break a man out of prison?” he asked.

Violet and Klaus looked at one another skeptically. “How hard can it be?” Violet asked uncertainly.

“That’s the Snicket spirit,” Jacques replied. “You sound like your aunt,”

“My aunt…?” Violet asked.

Before Jacques could reply to her. The three Elders smacked their gavels down to silence the crowd.

“Then it is settled!” one yelled.

“Olaf will be burned at the stake tomorrow after breakfast,”

“Meeting adjourned!” the last elder yelled as many townspeople began to get out of their seats heading towards the exit.

“ No!” Violet screamed. “That’s not Count Olaf! That’s my uncle!”

Detective Dupin began to scat happily, smirking towards Jacques and the two children.

“Wait your uncle is Count Olaf?” Mrs. Morrow asked.

Violet shuddered at the mere prospect. “ No!” she screeched.

Klaus stood up quickly trying one last thing to save his sister’s uncle. “Wait! You can’t burn this man. If you believe he is Olaf...then he has my sister and my friends kidnapped. He knows where they are. We should postpone burning him until they're found!” he reasoned.

Officer Luciana just laughed as she roughly grabbed Jacques’ shoulders. Violet glared at her. “Unhand him, you bitch,” she hissed through her tears.

Luciana ignored her. She turned to Klaus. “Don’t worry little orphan boy. We don’t need Count Olaf to find the missing children. We have the great and famous Detective Dupin for that.”

Klaus glared towards the villainous woman as Dupin stepped closer to him. “Yes, Officer Luciana is right. I’ll find the missing children without the help of this vile man.”

“Glad to see you’re self-aware,” Jacques remarked.

“Andiamo, prisoner!” Luciana replied pushing Jacques. Jacques rolled his eyes as he started to walk away from Violet and Klaus. “I’m counting on you, volunteers,” he called out to the children. Violet hated that word so much but she was willing to be a volunteer if it meant saving her family. “Snickets take care of their own,” he called out to her, which hit her into her core. He was right. Snickets did take care of their own.

Violet stood up ready to chase after Luciana and her uncle. Ready to beat down Esme in order to save him.

“Uh uh,” Dupin muttered stepping in front of Violet. “You wouldn’t want to leave the bookworm here...all alone...with me, would you?” he asked in a low whisper grabbing onto Klaus’ shoulder.

Violet glared at Detective Dupin. Jacques turned around to make sure Olaf wasn’t harming either child. “ Get away from her, you fuck!” he barked. Struggling with Esme to turn around and protect his niece and Klaus.

Esme sighed and pulled out her baton. Thwacking Jacques in the side with it as hard as she could. “Let’s go, prisoner!” she yelled as Jacques groaned in pain.

“Uncle cow!” Violet yelled. Her mind was such a mess, she didn’t even realize what she had said until she noticed Olaf laughing.

Jacques rolled his eyes. “Lemony would tell you that fucking story,” he muttered as Esme pushed him out of Violet and Klaus’ sight. Detective Dupin followed behind them, he turned back to the two kids.

“Didn’t I tell you that you would love that part?” he called out to Violet. He wasn’t even turned to face her but she knew he was smirking. She could hear it in his voice. As he walked out of the nearly empty Town Hall, leaving the two kids with Hector, who was slowly standing up. “See you soon, orphans,” he began to maniacally laugh. His laugh echoing the empty Town Hall as he left the two siblings and their guardian.

Violet fell to her knees and began to sob. “No...no...no...this isn’t fair. He can’t...he isn’t...he won’t take anyone else from me!” she hissed reaching for her ribbon.

“Violet...are you okay?” Klaus asked as he helped Hector to his feet.

“Of course, I am,” Violet replied tying her hair tightly. “ Snickets take care of their own.”

There had never been a time that violet Snicket had said that motto and meant it as much as she did at that moment. With a fire burning in her Snicket eyes, she refused to allow Count Olaf to take anyone else from her.

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Evan x Fem!Reader (SMUT) - Practice

The reader is Evan’s best friend and grew up with Zoe and Connor as she lives next door to him. Evan is crushing hard on Zoe and you’re struggling with your crush liking the girl you dated (You used to date Zoe and Evan doesn't know, you guys are still friends). The reader isn’t a virgin (You dated Connor as well as Zoe, both of whom you'd had sex with during the course of the relationship.) so she offers to teach him how to kiss and things… escalate. You are also still insecure about your body and have self-harm scars on your thighs. There is a lot of fluff/story setup at the beginning, so I’ll mark where that stops and smut begins! 

I wrote this for me personally originally so it’s very specific to me... Feel free to make requests for anything you’d like! I’m really into DEH at the moment so any ship you like, I’m down to write! I’ll write LGBT fics, any smut with kinks, whatever you fancy! There will be a sequel continuing this!

Warning: References to Self Harm, Smut, Swearing

You turn to look at your best friend Evan Hansen. He was rambling to you, Jared and Connor while you ate lunch, about what his therapist told him about managing his anxiety.

“And she said d-don’t worry about your hands getting sweaty, or they’ll be sweaty and even when you try to dry them it will get worse and the way to d-distract yourself is to imagine everyone naked, but then I get really u-uncomfortable because I think everyone’s naked and then I tried it when I was talking to Zoe and I got a b-b-bon- you know a-”

“Evan!” You interrupt him as he starts to spiral out of control. He inhaled and turned to face you.

“Y-yeah?” He flashed a nervous smile at you and you reached out to touch the top of his hand, he jumped but let it stay there. You looked him in the eyes and smiled softly.

“Calm down, okay? I’m sure she didn’t notice, you left straight away right?” You patted his arm before letting go and retracting it, still smiling.

“Y-yes! I, um well I actually r-ran away.” He corrected you, blushing. “She’s just so… so…” You flinched internally as he was lost for words to describe her, how perfect she was. It hurt, you knew it shouldn’t but it did. “I know she says we’re friends but I don’t really know how to talk to her without you guys there and she’s so beautiful…”

“Dude, that’s my sister you’re talking about getting a boner for!” Connor seemed to register what was being discussed and thumped the table. “Seriously dude just ask her out already so I can stop wanting to punch you!” Conner huffed and sunk down in his chair a little more and sulked.

“S-sorry!” Evan stuttered and blushed even more than before. You punched Connor in the arm.

“Listen, Evan, if you really want to ask Zoe out I could come over tonight and give you some pointers?’ You still cringed at the idea of Evan - YOUR Evan asking your other best friend AND ex-girlfriend out. “I could tell you the kind of stuff she likes?”

“R-Really? That would be great Y/N!” the bell rang, Evan grinned and jumped up from his seat, kissing you hurriedly on the cheek and running away excitedly. You froze in your seat as his lips touched your cheek and felt a stirring in the depths of your stomach. At this moment you were truly grateful you weren’t a guy or there may have been some issues downstairs.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Jared poked you gently in the shoulder to check. “The bell went, we need to go..” you jumped at the contact.

“Yeah.” You sighed and got up and the three of you started walking to your next class.

“You struggling with Evan liking Zoe?” Connor asked, seemingly gentle and understanding for an unprecedented moment.

“W-what? No! I-I could care less about who Evan likes! I don’t care at all, not a bit!” You stuttered and tripped through the sentence, startled by Connor’s perceptive question.

“ I think the lady doth protest too much!” Jared quipped as you threw a nasty glare in his direction as he began to laugh. “Wow, Evan huh? Didn’t see that coming! He’s such a dork, the guy can’t even string a proper sentence together!”

“Jared! Leave me alone! This is bullying!” You shoved him gently and he pushed you back.

“I’m just sayin’ you’re hot! You could have picked pretty much any guy in the school! But you picked the socially awkward guy who has an unachievable crush on his best friend’s ex-girlfriend?”

“Sshh! He’s doesn’t know we dated! And I-I didn’t choose it! I haven’t! I don’t like Evan that way! I’m not even hot, I don’t know what you mean by that.” You struggled to lie to Jared since you knew him so well.

“Sure, Y/N. Sure. That’s why you and Connor used to fuck every night.” Jared chuckled while Connor sniggered behind the pair of you.

“Shut up! I do not have a crush on Evan Hansen!” You yelled, getting strange looks from passers-by. “Dumbasses.”

You arrived at Evan’s house, nervous about what you had planned to say to Evan. You knocked on the door gingerly and watched as Evan’s face appeared behind the now open door.

“Hey! T-thanks for this again. You r-really didn’t have to.” Evan smiled and opened the door, hugging you lightly before allowing you into the house.

“No problem! Anything for you, Evan.” You smiled, sitting down on the couch. “So, how can I help? I could tell you about the kind of romantic moves have worked on her in the past? She dated Aaron Jones last year and he only ever wanted to make out and fuck so she broke up with him so I would do something sensitive that doesn’t have any expectations tied to it?”

“M-make out? I’ve, um I-I-” He stuttered again, you could see him starting to panic.

“Whoa, okay don’t worry about that yet! I was thinking of something slightly subtle. Maybe a double date in the park, there’s less pressure for it to be a date-date?” You suggested gently as Evan began to calm down.

“Y-yeah. That could work, I’ll ask her tomorrow. Could you come? As my double date, uh bring whoever you like? B-but not Aaron James!” His eyes widened at the idea.

“I, um I don’t think that’s a good idea Ev, ask Jared or Connor? I have a lot of work to get done over the next couple of weeks..” You excused yourself and Evan’s face fell.

“I understand, o-of course I’ll ask Jared.”

”Y/N! I did it! I asked Zoe out! She said yes! I’m going with Jared and his mystery boyfriend? Do you know who it is?” You looked up at Evan and smiled.

“Great Evan! I’m so glad you were able to do that... Not sure who his boyfriend is!” You shrugged and Evan smiled back before looking anxious again, you touched his arm and you knew he was still worrying about Aaron James and his adventurous tongue. “Hey, don’t spiral again…”

“I-I haven’t kissed a-anyone b-before! What if I’m b-bad at it? This is a bad idea maybe I should just leave Zoe she’s probably happy being just friends and I’m gonna ruin it and I don't know how kissing works and what if I bite her and then she hates me forever? What then? I just really wish someone could just t-teach me how! How do people know? Oh, w-wait I wasn’t asking YOU to teach me, that would be weird, right? That would be weird, right?” Evan’s breathing continued to get heavier and heavier. You knew he was very much asking now.

“Ev, I’d be happy to teach you, if you really want me to… Then you’d know what to do after the date. She usually kisses after the first date so you’ll be prepared?”

“O-oh I mean t-“ He stuttered in surprise.

“It’s fine! You don’t have to!” You backtracked.

“N-n-no! I would, I’d appreciate that. That would be really helpful. Really, um, really great..” He trailed off, you looked away and so did he.

“Okay then… Is your house okay?”

“Y-Yeah, my mom’s at college tonight.”

“Cool..”

“Cool…” You looked awkwardly at each other.

“It won’t even be like your first kiss because it’s not with someone you’re attracted to! So it���s just practice for the real one.”

“Y-Yeah! Not to say that you a-aren’t attractive you are! And funny and kind! I don’t want you to think that I think you’re ugly or something because… I definitely… D-don’t think that.” He finished awkwardly and you laughed softly and picked up your tray.

“I’ll be over at about 6.” Was your parting message before dropping your tray off and heading to jazz band.

When you arrived at jazz band you spoke sat next to Zoe as she practised on her guitar.

“Hey, Zo! I, I heard you and Evan are going on a date tomorrow..?” Zoe paused and looked up at you.

“Yeah! He finally asked me out, in all honesty, I don’t really think of him that was but he’s my friend and I want to give him a chance, you know? Maybe I can least give him his first kiss! There’s no other girl in the school who he’ll ever build up the courage to kiss, he’ll be waiting until college otherwise!” She smiled at you and your heart ached for Evan. Maybe it was weird, giving him pointers on a girl who was very clearly not interested in him, but you wanted to be closer to him, to be supportive of him. He was sweet and kind and handsome, the likelihood was high that Zoe would grow to care about him in a romantic way. Smiling at Zoe you nodded, wishing her luck on the date.

You brushed your teeth as soon as you got home from band practice after school. Eating a mint and picking out your nicest bra (who knows how far the kissing would go? Maybe you could teach him some other things too…) you put on a skirt with a skirt tucked in, before changing your mind and putting on jeans and a t-shirt, then finally picking a skirt with fishnet tights underneath along with a shirt and jumper. Sighing at the exhausting decision-making process, you headed to Evan’s house.

You arrived at 6 pm on the dot and knocked. He opened the door and hugged you in his awkward way and let you in. You sat down on the sofa in his living room and patted the spot next to you. The smell of aftershave was a little overwhelming and you chuckled to yourself as you noticed an empty packet of mints on the coffee table.

“Come on, I won’t bite.” You beckoned him to sit again and he shuffled over to you, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He sat gingerly on the edge of the seat and looked at you.

“Okay, this is going to be fine okay? If you want we can watch TV for a bit so you can get comfortable again?”

“T-That would be great!” Evan’s shoulders dropped a little as he realised he wouldn’t have to kiss you just yet. You weren’t sure if it was disappointment or relief.

“Feel like watching Heathers? I found a bootleg online! I know how you feel about those but we did pay to go and watch it twice…”

“U-Um sure,” Evan replied smiling. You switched the TV to show YouTube and entered brought up the video.

30 minutes into the show you decided the anticipation had gone on for far too long and he seemed relaxed enough. “Evan I’m going to kiss you now.” You warned him and his eyes went completely wide. You leaned across and put your hand on the side of his face and pressed your lips to his. He was completely still during the kiss and placed an apprehensive hand on your waist before pulling away.

“Wow… Um, t-thanks! I didn’t know kissing was that… that nice. I, um I-I, wow.” He blinked heavily and turned back to the musical and you sighed before replying and placing your feet on his lap to continue watching.

“Yeah… Just, try to be a little more comfortable? Don’t just accept the kiss, be involved in it! Why don’t we take a little break, huh?” You finished your sentence as he began to stress out again.

“O-Okay.” He mumbled.

About ten minutes later Evan began to look uncomfortable. You realised why pretty quickly, it was the scene in the movie where Veronica sang Dead Girl Walking. The actors were grinding and kissing stage and Veronica was wearing a skirt and a bra while JD was shirtless. You had to admit you were getting a little hot under the collar watching them. Evan gingerly removed your feet from his lap and asked you quietly, eyes flashing from you to the TV in front of him. “C-could we try that again?”

“Of course, if you’re sure?” You asked and he nodded.

You pulled yourself onto his lap and he jumped a little, sitting up a little straighter and you smiled before leaning in and connected your lips to his once again. You took a moment to appreciate the softness of his lips, the warmth coming from them. His hands wave around a little as he tried to figure out what to do with them during the significantly more passionate kiss. You gripped his shirt at the shoulders and pressed yourself closer to him while you made out for a few minutes. He finally places one hand on your waist and another behind your neck, you rubbed your tongue across his bottom lip and he gasped, you took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, both of you breathing more and more heavily as you slid your hands up and down his chest. “Evan..” you moaned out and began to kiss his neck softly.

“Y/N..” He gasped, rubbing your back gently. “Y-Y/N! S-Stop!” He pushed you off him shakily. He crossed his legs. “T-Thanks. That was… helpful.. wow. U-Um I need to go to the toilet.” Evan got up quickly with his back to you and ran towards the staircase.

*smut starts here*

“Evan!” You called out and he turned his head to you. “Come here..” you sighed sympathetically. He kept his back towards you as he moved in your direction, trying his best to hide what was clearly a boner. “It’s okay, you know? It’s natural. You’ve never experienced that kind of intimacy before!”

“I-I didn’t mean to! I just couldn’t control it because the kissing was getting so intense and you’re so pretty plus I don’t really, um, touch… y-you know… that very often so when I got excited h-he got excited too I’m really sorry!” He rambled before trailing off. An idea struck you and you stood up and made him turn towards you. His boner was very evident and you sniggered slightly to yourself.

“It’s okay…” You laughed, blushing at his compliment and kissed him again. He jumped back a little as your thigh brushed against his crotch.

“Y-Y/N..” You reached down between the two of you and began to unbutton his pants. “What are you…” He breathed as you began to palm him. He took a half step backwards but moved no further, allowing your hand to remain in its current location.

“It’s all part of the lesson Ev, only if you’re okay with it though. We can stick to kissing if you’d like, that’s completely okay.” You looked him in the eyes, pausing your ministrations.

“C-Can you teach me, um, how to- you know, do… that stuff? I want to be good for Zoe, i-if we go that far. I’m s-scared I won’t… well last. Connor always talks about it like it’s so easy! And I k-know you have experience in that… area.”

“Of course Ev, if you really want that. We’ll stick to the basics okay? If you wanna know a secret, Connor was terrible at sex, to begin with! He learnt over time and so will you… If you want that. We can stop whenever you want, we’ll go slowly?” He nodded nervously and fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “If you ever want to stop, let me know okay? Just shout…” You looked over at the baseball glove on the mantle, “Shout ‘glove’ okay?” He nodded at you as you kissed him again, still palming him against the outside of his khakis.

“Y/N... Oh my... If you’re not careful I won’t learn... anything today..” He mumbled into the kiss.

“What did you say?” You chuckled, he seemed to be relaxing a little.

“U-um, nothing! W-What did you say because I didn’t say anything at all I think that was yo- oh god! God!” He cried out as you slipped your hands inside his khakis and pulled his dick out. It was… unexpectedly large. You crouched down and licked gently up the side and his legs wobbled, he reached out a hand to grab the arm of the sofa. “H-Holy s-shit…” His eyes closed as you began to blow his 7-inch dick. “Y-Y/N, stop, stop I can’t hold it, glove!” He cried out and you pulled off him with a pop and looked up smiling.

“You okay?” Evan looked away momentarily, all his nerves overcoming him once again. You stood up and hugged him, pulling back you smiled. “Do you want to stop?” He smiled and shook his head.

“N-No I’m enjoying it, I just felt really nervous because I‘ve never h-had you know a b-blowjob and so I feel really awkward, I-I don’t know what to do, like where do I put my hands? Do I m-move or let you do all the work because that seems mean and I d-don’t want you to think I’m using you because you’re my best friend Y/N and I want you to feel valued. M-Maybe we should just stop, I feel like I-I’m taking advantage of you!” He began to spiral again and you stood up to face him.

“We can stop if you want to, but if we do this- well if I teach you how to do this, it’s not using me, not if I enjoy it too okay? It’s okay for you to enjoy it, casual sex is very normal okay?”

“C-casual s... I, um okay, I’m sorry I’m just panicking a little.”

“We can take a break whenever you need okay? We don’t even have to go all the way, alright?” He pulled his boxers back up the little way you had pushed them down and buttoned his trousers.

“A-Alright…” He replied, breathing heavily and you pulled him into a hug. He hugged you back, gripping your shirt tightly. After a few minutes of the hug, his breathing calmed and he let go. “Okay..”

“So, I’m just gonna kiss you now, since you seem completely comfortable with that. Remember to be natural, and it’s fine to enjoy it!” He nodded and placed his hands gingerly on your waist, fiddling with the hem of your shirt now. His eyes flashed from your eyes to your breasts, before looking away guiltily.

You chuckled again and pulled him into a kiss, ever so often straying to his jawline and neck until he became accustomed to that, you sucked roughly on his neck and he moaned out, not able to hold it in. “S-Sorry, I’ll be… shit… Be quieter…” he apologised, and you looked up at him, a little shocked.

“E-Evan… I like it. Really, be as vocal as you like.” You smile at him and he let out a breath.

“Okay, um, okay, we can, um, wecankeepgoingifyoulike.” The words tumbled out of his mouth and you chuckled slightly.

“Pardon?”

“I-I said we could c-continue if you becauseIwasreallyenjoyingthat.”

“Hmm. Okay.” You placed his hands on your waist and kissed him again softly. “You’re so.. god...” You muttered into his neck before hesitating and pulling away, he laughed a little, nose crinkling that way it always did when he found something amusing. You blushed and he smiled at you, thumbs starting to rub your waist.

“So, so what now?”

“Depends, do you feel ready to go any further? We can stop here if you want.” You reminded him.

“No!” He blurted out before one hand flew from your waist to his mouth, eyes wide. He removed his hand and spoke again. “S-Sorry. Do you want to stop? I don’t want to take, y’know advantage or anything.” He gestured towards  

“No. Ev, it’s fine, you aren’t taking advantage of me, you’re allowed to enjoy it.” You reassured him, placing his hands back onto your waist and connecting your lips to his again. He whimpered softly when you slid a hand under his shirt to rub his chest. You deepened the kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth, easily dominating the kiss, he gingerly slid a hand up and down your waist and you began to unbutton your shirt.

“Um, o-okay, wowwe’rereallydoingthiswowokay,” he mumbled to himself and you took one of his hands off your waist and gently held it. You kissed down his neck, the hand that wasn’t holding his was rubbing collarbone under his polo shirt. His other hand is now on your shoulder.

“Hey, you can touch me you know, here.” You let go of him and pulled your arms out of the sleeves and threw your shirt to the ground. He gasped at the sight of you covered breasts.

"Wow." He breathed out, you pulled his hands up to touch them and he groaned a little. "U-um is this good?" He asked quietly, rubbing his thumbs over your clothed nipples.

"Mmh..." You muttered out, he stared at you, your eyes were closed as you enjoyed the sensation. You reached back to undo the bra and he stopped you.

"I-Is it okay if you um, if you leave it on for now? I don't... I don't think I could actually handle that." He glanced away from you, embarrassed.

"No problem Ev, in all honesty, Zoe isn't the biggest fan of that kind of stimulation anyway so there isn't much point learning about that."

"Huh? Did she tell you that?"

You blushed, not wanting to share your past relationship with Zoe with him just yet, fearing some kind of disgust or negative reaction. "Y-Yeah, I guess we share that kind of stuff with each other..." You cringed internally at the mediocre excuse but he seemed to accept it readily.

"O-Okay. So, should I take my shirt off?" He asked, you nodded, his expression became slightly anxious again and so you pulled the shirt over his head, giving him a small smile to reassure him.  You kissed him again, running your hands over his chest before pushing him down onto the sofa and straddling his thighs. You glanced over him, slightly lost for words at his beauty. His chest was surprisingly covered with hairs and freckles dusted his shoulders. Stretch marks littered his hips and he noticed you looking at them and he closed his eyes, not wanting to see your reaction.

"Ev, you're so perfect." You leaned forward and mumbled into his ear before kissing his neck softly. He turned slightly red and stuttered out a reply.

"I-I'm really not..." You pulled back, giving him a stern glare. Leaning forward you kissed up and down his jaw to punctuate your next sentence

"You are. Evan Hansen. You are beautiful. You know that right? I mean you're so handsome and sweet, and the kindest person I know. Remember that. Okay?" You both blushed at your outburst and he nodded subtly. You nodded back and kissed his neck slowly, leaving a couple of hickeys while he gasped out, eyes wide at the sensation. His hands ran up and down your back as he moaned out your name.

"Y/N... God that feels so good." You smiled into his neck, realising he was becoming more comfortable around you. He pulled your face back up gently to kiss him again and he then began to kiss down your neck, your head lolled back in pleasure as he slid his hands just under the hem of your skirt, rubbing your thighs through the holes in your fishnets.

"E-Evan!" You gasped out as he found your sweet spot, sucking it gently, you ground down onto his hips and he gasped into your neck, his forehead pressed against your chin as he groaned softly. “Jesus… I thought you’d never done this before?” You asked in disbelief as he slid a hand up to the hemline of your tights, even closer to where you needed him almost desperately.

“Is this okay?” He whispered into your neck as he hooked his fingers into the waistband. You exhaled a soft reply.

“Oh my god, yes.” He pulled your tights down at the top, you could feel his hands shaking while he did it, he continued to kiss your neck as he pulled your tights further down. “Evan…” you gasped out again and your breathing intensified. “Holy shit you haven’t even touched me yet.” You mumbled to yourself.

“Huh?” he paused, not hearing your comment.

“N-Nothing… Can we hurry up a little?” Evan nodded at you, eyes wide with excitement.

“Please, I’m um, I’m feeling much more, more comfortable. You, youmakemefeelreallysafe.”

“I’m glad you feel comfortable with me Ev, I feel safe with you too.” You replied, letting him take off your tights, following them with your skirt. Now just in your shirt, you kissed his neck again and unbuttoned his jeans. He inhaled suddenly as your hand brushed against his bulge. You stood up, now clad in only your bra and panties. He stood up too and kicked his khakis off his feet before you pulled him back into an embrace, kissing his neck again and running your hands up and down his arms and back before reaching down to hold his butt. He gulped as you reached into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down over his ass. The rush of cold air took him by surprise and grabbed your hands, stopping you.

“Are you okay Evan?” He shrugged and replied to you.

“I’m worried… That I won’t be good enough for you, that you won’t enjoy it, or that I’ll… C-cum too early, I don’t exactly have any practice with, holding out- for very long. Is there a… a way to get you closer first? I… I want you t-to get something out of this too.” Your best friend looked away nervously, one of his common ticks that shone through when he began to let his anxiety take control.

“Of course, I mean I know it’s what Zoe tends to enjoy more than penetration- so, so she’s told me. That's the kind of stuff us girls talk about... Yep...” you trailed off once again. Evan nodded, blushing a little before apprehensively kissing you again. This time it was softly, pulling away he grinned at you, his nose crinkling up again. He kissed you again, slowly pressing soft kisses to your lips and around your jaw.

“Is, is this okay?" He muttered as he reached around to unclip your bra. His fingers ghosting over the strap, waiting for a reply.

"Y-yes fuck, just do it. I don't wanna keep waiting." Your whole body was tingling with excitement as he attempted to unclip your bra, he managed the task with little to no trouble and you took your arms out of the straps, looking up at him and smiling. You felt relief rush over you at having the layer removed, before a sense of nervousness spread through your chest, your heart beating faster as Evan glanced towards your chest and back to your face, attempting to gauge his reaction. Even though you were experienced, you were still insecure.

"Is it okay? I know they're not that big and Zoe's are nicer but-"

"N-No!" Evan interrupted you, eyes wide. "Um, they're- you. You're beautiful. But specifically... they... are beautiful. Really." He fumbled awkwardly with your fingers and tried to be reassuring. You weren't sure if you believed him but you nodded anyway. His fingers, which were previously resting on your hips, had travelled up to rest on the sides of your ribcage, where he apprehensively looked at your breasts. You pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him once again, feeling his hardness pressing against the inside of your thigh. Your mind raced as you ground down on him gently. He looked down at your waist briefly and you pulled his gaze back to you, directing him away from your scars. You kissed him, being slightly rougher as you grew impatient, wanting to just fuck him already. He closed his eyes, whimpering at the friction you provided.

"S-Shit..." he mumbled and you held back a chuckle, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. You took his hands from your waist, sitting up straight so they were opposite him and placed them onto your breasts and his eyes flew open. "Jesus!" He gasped out, attempting to move his hands away but you held them there.

"Ev, you don't have to just stare, you can touch. If you want to, no one’s forcing you.” You explained to you and he gently squeezed them and your eyes half-closed and he rubbed his fingers over the buds of them and stared at them in awe. Suddenly he leaned forward and took one nipple into his open mouth, rolling his tongue across the tip. You moaned out softly and he looked up at you, seemingly nervous about your response to his actions.

“Is that, um, good?” He asked, releasing you.

“God Evan don’t stop...” You panted out, head lolling back. He placed his mouth back on your chest and rubbed the other side gently, he anxiously wiggles his tongue against your flesh, watching you as you moaned out softly. He let go suddenly and you looked down at him.

“Okay, you’re a natural! That was, that was... really good Ev.” You were breathing heavily and he scoffed lightly, holding back a smile. “Can we… head up to your room? It’s a little weird doing it down here with all the pictures of your mum…”

“Y-Yeah, of course, I get that, totally, definitely we can go upstairs. To the room… That I sleep in, to my bedroom.” Evan rambled once again and blushed gently. You took him by the hand and led him.

You stood up and grabbed your clothes, then the pair of you walked into his bedroom hand in hand, you climbed under the covers and he copied you. Kissing you again, he rubbed tiny circles on the small of your back. You reached underneath the covers and attempted to remove his boxers and he pushed them away.

“Um, How do I say this? I want to, um, you know we talked about teaching me to um- you know what it’s fine whatever you want to do is completely fine with me!”

“Evan, it’s about you learning, so yes it’s about mutual pleasure but there’s no point to this if you don’t tell me what you want too, okay?” He nodded silently and you gave him a stern look.

“Um, I mean, can you teach me how to… howtofingeryou?”

“Oh, sure…” A million thoughts raced through your head on how to hide these scars from him. Evan pulled the duvet back and got distracted once again by your breasts. You smiled at his vague innocence and chuckled slightly. Evan inhaled deeply and looked back up at you. He kissed you again, before migrating down to your breasts, licking and sucking gently while you gasped out, he couldn’t help but continue, almost addicted to the sound of your whimpers and moans. “Jesus Evan, that feels so-uh! So fucking good…”

Before you knew it Evan had, with a burst of confidence brought on by your praise, pulled your panties off and kissed you, this time it was more passionate, he stopped observing your body with awe. Before you knew it Evan was kissing your stomach on his way to your thighs.

“Wait, Evan-” You tried to stop him, but it was too late, his head was between your thighs and he was frozen on the spot.

“Y/N…” He gasped out, you could hear the pity in his voice and you hated it.

“Evan, don’t please, I didn’t want you to see… They’re old scars, I don’t feel that way anymore, not much, never that badly.” You tried to pull your knees up to your chest, to cover your scars but Evan held your legs there, at first you flinched as he kissed each one of your scars gently, then you relaxed in his grip and he made no further comments on the subject. You couldn’t have asked for more from this boy, you really were fucked. Doing this with him was a bad idea, it meant much more to you than to him, no matter how much you lied to yourself, but fuck, if you weren’t going to do it anyway.

“Evan, that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

“I’m your best friend, it’s my job to care about you!” He protested and looked away, struggling to take the compliment. “Okay, can you tell me what to do? I’m, I guess I’m just not really sure what to do now…”

“Well that’s why we’re here isn’t it?”

“...Si..Senorita! Um, sorry. I got nervous again.” Evan blushed and looked up at you from between your legs.

“Okay um, so, god I’ve never really explained this before, just, rub around the outside a little bit? I’m pretty… well, I’m pretty wet already, so you can probably slide one finger in straight away..?” You stuttered while you tried to explain what to do. Zoe wasn’t a virgin when you dated and Connor never asked any questions, you assumed he had learnt from porn?

“Okay…” You looked down just as Evan touched your entrance with a finger apprehensively and you whimpered under your breath, internally begging him to speed up, although he didn’t mean to he was teasing you mercilessly and you could hardly bear the tension. He rubbed his forefinger against you gently and you couldn’t help but moan out. He drew his hand away sharply and looked up at you.

“Is everything okay?”

“Jesus Evan, it’s fine, just… felt really good. Don’t stop now okay?” You told him and he nodded, returning to his ministrations. “H-Holy shit…” You muttered under your breath as he slid a finger gently inside of you.

“Is this okay?” He paused.

“God, keep going Evan.” You gasped out, clutching softly at the sheets with one hand. He pumped his middle finger in and out of you gently, easing it through every time, he treated you as though you were made of glass. This was very different from sex with Connor or Zoe, which was quick and rough and mind blowing. He was so cautious, gentle, he focused on your pleasure. Not to say you didn’t get off with Connor or Zoe respectively, you always did, but this was in a very different way. You felt extra pressure suddenly, realising that Evan had slid his forefinger in alongside the middle one, you barely held back your gasp. Having easily slid in the second, Evan entered you with a third, his ring finger. You moaned out and panted gently, feeling him stretch you slightly with his fingers.

“I-If you, oh god, okay- If you want you can- uh- you can use your mouth too, only if your com-comfortable though- Jesus, Evan!” You managed to stutter out as he thrust his fingers into you.

“Okay, I’ll try it?” Evan replied, nervous, he wasn’t sure if he would be any good at that, and you seemed to be enjoying what he was already doing and what if he didn’t like the taste? No. This was about learning, trying new things, now was no time to let his anxiety get the best of him. He leaned in and licked the tiny nub above your entrance. You cried out, your legs flailing slightly. Evan jumped in surprise. You must be sensitive there, he started treating the tiny nub like he did your breasts, giving it tiny licks and sucking on it with gusto.

He decided he liked the taste.

You reached down and tangled your fingers in his hair and he groaned out, directly onto your clit and began to thrust his fingers into you even faster, you gripping onto his hair for dear life.

“Holy, Holy shit! Okay, okay you need to st-stop…” You pushed his head away gently and Evan looked up at you, pouting subtly.

“But you didn’t finish?” He asked, confused.

“I don’t want to cum yet, then what happens to you?” You replied, breathless.

“Well, I guess, nothing? I want you to, well I want you to cum and I don’t think I’m gonna last very long, no siree.” He rambled and you pulled him up so he was half-straddling you.

“I’m nearly there, I’ll direct you okay? Do you have any condoms up here?” You asked. “I’m on the pill but you know, for safety?” Evan nodded nervously.

“Mom keeps some in the bathroom, ‘just in case I ever bring a girl over’.” He chuckled at the idea before giving you a quick kiss and getting off you to go to the bathroom. You lay there silently shocked, that kiss wasn’t just practice. That was him, kissing you, not as part of making out, just a kiss. He walked back into the room and you snapped out of your daze and leaned up on your elbows.

“Okay, do you know how to put a condom on?” Evan nodded, pinching the tip and rolling it over himself after removing his boxers. He climbed onto the bed and straddled you again. You lay in the missionary position at the end of the bed so he could reach you easily and Evan aligned his cock with your entrance.

“Are you ready?” He asked, nervous about hurting you. He had heard that sex could be painful when the guy was on the bigger side and from what he had concluded, he was.

“Mmh hmm. Just take your time okay? Don’t be afraid to cum first, you can always finish me off afterwards.” You reminded him and he nodded. You felt a large pressure at your entrance and then a stretching sensation.

“Shit, oh my god, shit, oh my GOD!” Evan cried out, he finally filled you all the way, he length was certainly impressive, a little larger than Connor’s, you’d never had anything of that size inside you so you managed to gasp out a request.

“C-Can you just wait a second?” Your question came out as more of a whimper as the burning sensation that came with the stretching began to fade as your body adjusted.

“Um, shit, okay yeah,” Evan replied, leaning over you slightly and gasping. He tried to steady his breathing a little, calming down.

“Okay, you can move, just, slowly? I know it’s hard but- it’s cliche but I’ve quite literally never had anything this big inside me…” You trailed off and Evan tried to suppress a smile at the idea of being bigger than anything you’d ever had. He ever so gently pulled back, only halfway before pushing back all the way in. You inhaled sharply, a shockwave of pleasure running through you as he hit something deep inside of you. He pulled back again, this time too far and his dick slid out of you completely.

“Shit. Sorry.” He muttered, pushing back into you, filling the emptiness that overtook you so suddenly, your back arched as his pelvic bone brushed against your clit and you moaned. He repeated the thrusting at the same angle and you gasped again. He consistently thrust in and out of you at the same angle, his eyes closed tight shut as he held on to his orgasm as long as he possibly could. You reached down and grabbed his hips, stopping him.

“Evan, the first lesson of sex, don’t stick with the same position, it can get boring... Try other angles too, you can even be a little rough with your thrusts if you like, just let loose a little, it doesn’t have to be so structured, yeah?”

“O-Okay. I can do that, let go, just let go. That’s not hard. Here we go, okay.” He mumbled to himself. He began thrusting again, his thrusts began becoming a little more erratic and you could tell he was nearing his orgasm, he was going to cum before you and he would never forgive himself. You reached down and began to rub your clit, the knot getting tighter and tighter in your stomach. Evan began thrusting harder, you gasped as he hit a new place inside of you, arching your back and moaning his name breathlessly. Suddenly he pulled out and essentially rolled you over onto your front, so he could access you from behind. He wrapped his hands around your waist and thrust again. At this point, it was less of thrusting and more of a merciless pounding as he chased both his and your orgasm.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you so much..” He panted over and over again as he neared his orgasm, shifting your position one more time back to missionary, he latched onto one of your nipples while you continued to rub your clit. Pumping in and out of you he moaned out, whimpering and making what you could only describe as a kind of desperate sobbing as he attempted to hold out for you. He began pounding you even harder, the bed shaking as he filled out, gasping, you felt even more pleasure was over you and he pulled away from your chest to look at your face as you tightened around him, your orgasm finally washing over you. His thrusts became stronger and you felt the collision of your pelvic bones, you knew that would leave a bruise.

“Y/n…”

“Ev…” you gasped out as your body spasmed around him but he continued thrusting, giving you no chance to recover and edging you towards your second orgasm.

“Y/N! Oh my god ohmygod ohmygod I can’t hold it.”

“L-let go, Evan!” You cried out, your second orgasm hitting you as he jackhammered in and out of you, gasping your name alongside a string of ‘thank you’s.

“Evan!”

“Thank you, I love you!” Evan let out the garbled sentence and you both collapsed on the bed, spent. In that moment where he pulled out of you, you registered what he’d said.

“You what?” You panted out. Turning to face him.

“I-I just meant that you’re my best friend and I, um I love you.”

“Oh okay, because I, um I love you too, you dork.” You replied. Well if this wasn’t the weirdest thing you’d ever done. You had just had sex with your best friend who you’re in love with, so that he could practice having sex for a date with your ex-girlfriend and other best friend. And then you said you loved each other. What a fucking mess.

Evan didn’t reply, he only turned took the condom off and flopped back down onto the bed to face the ceiling. Out of the corner of your eye you see him move his arm towards your hand, before stopping halfway, changing his mind. You closed the gap and interlocked your fingers with him. After a while he broke the silence.

“So who else knows?” He asked quietly. You turned your head towards him.

“Knows what?” He gestured towards your exposed scars. You sat up and pulled the duvet over the both of you, insecurities flooding you once again.

“One minute. I need to go and pee.” You didn’t answer his question and instead pulled on a t-shirt that was draped over his desk chair. You ran into the bathroom, breathing heavily, you sat on the toilet and peed before sitting down on the floor next to the sink. A few minutes later you heard a knock on the door, just as the tears began to fall.

“Y/N? Can I come in?” You heard the nervous tapping of his foot and figured he was getting really anxious about you.

“Y-Yes…” You replied quietly, . Evan opened the door, clad only in his boxers and saw you on the floor. He dropped to his knees and hugged you.

“I-I’m sorry, I should never have asked you to do this, you regret it now, god I’m really sorry, that was really selfish an-”

‘-Evan!” You interrupted him. “I don’t regret it, I could never regret it, you, I mean. The only people who know are Connor and Zoe, I was having a pretty rough time a couple of years back, me and Zoe had just broken up, Connor wasn’t talking to me so neither was Jared… It was a bad time for me.”

“Wait broken up? You Zoe dated?” Evan’s jaw dropped, everything made sense now. This was all kind of fucked up wasn’t it?

“Yeah… I guess this is me coming out. I’m bisexual… I, um I totally get it if that’s weird for you or something, I didn’t really want you to know.” You finished and looked away. He leaned across and kissed you, a million thoughts racing through his mind, what if you rejected him? What would he say to Zoe? How had he been so obsessed with her for so long with you around? What did this mean to you, if anything? You interrupt his train of thought by wrapping your hands around his neck, kissing him back softly.

“That doesn’t change a thing… I don’t know what’s happened tonight but, I like you, a lot, hell, I love you. I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have said that it’s too much pressure, you don’t have to say anything obviouslyididn’twann-”

“Oh my god Evan, stop, I love you too. I mean it. You. If you’ll have me, I’d like to be your girlfriend? Or, we don’t have to classify it yet. We can just be, together.”

“No, I- I want to be your boyfriend, I want you to be my girlfriend. If you want to be?”

“Of course I want to be! That’s what I just said to you, dummy!” You retorted, kissing him again. “I guess you won’t need to practice for Zoe anymore then?” You snigger.

“I figured I could, we could practice, for us.” He mumbled.

“I like that idea.” You smiled at him and stood up, pulling him off the ground too. You held his hand and as you were walking down the corridor you heard a shout.

“Evan? Sweetie! I’m home!”

“Shit!” Evan muttered and you both ran to the bedroom, you threw on your skirt and put your bra and shirt back on while Evan pulled his khakis and polo shirt back on. “Okay Mom! I’ll be down in a minute, I’m, um, just finishing up studying!”

“Evan! I can’t find my underwear. I think I left it downstairs!” You whisper shouted to him.

“Fuck, okay, my Mom knows you’re here tonight anyway so just go downstairs and try to look in the living room for them.”

——-//———

So please let me know if you liked this and if you want me to write more!! :)

[rosyerim]

cafe au | haechan

“yeah, welcome to our cafe and please don’t ask for our “secret” menu because we don’t have one.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

lee donghyuck, or haechan as everybody else calls him is cafe angel’s resident grumpy boy

can be found either clinging onto mark whilst whining or chilling on the bean bags meant for the customers

but does anybody tell him to move? yes, but does he? nope

unless its doyoung or ten telling him off then he moves and “works”

until they find him sitting in the backroom with jisung instead of working 

sometimes sits by jaemin whose working the cash register and judges his flirting skills

“did you really say she doesn’t need sugar because shes already sweet? lameee”

“haechan aren’t you meant to be working?”

“jaemin, you’re not working either, you’re flirting”

cue doyoung shouting at them to attend to the customers

he’s pretty good at raking in the tips mostly because the customers always have good banter with him as he is very sassy

rolls his eyes when he asks “for here or take away?” and they say “here  but in a to go cup”

he will legit fight the next customer who asks for  “secret” menu option

“this isn’t starbucks our only menu is the one on the wall!!”

likes to doodle on the to go coffee cups and gives away the ones with hearts on them to nice customers but gives ones w angry clouds on them to cheeky customers

renjun highkey judging his art skills in the corner

despite his lazy rep, haechan can make a mean hot chocolate and always makes it look pretty

half of his ig feed is him uploading pics of his hot chocolates with colour coordinated captions

claims only he can make good hot chocolates and doesn’t let anybody else make them when he works

he won’t tell anybody but he’s super satisfied when he see’s a customer smiling after they drink his hot chocolate

“...haechan why are you smiling so intently at that little kid”

“because he reminds me of an elf fuck off mark”

during his breaks catch him extending them from 15 minutes to an hour and chilling on the bean bags but with a blanket tucked up all around him

if he ends up falling asleep he will not budge so good luck moving him

chenle takes this opportunity to draw on his face but his dolphin laughs wakes him up every single time

groans when rush hour starts and always tries to get out of it but mark keeps on iron grip on him

even though he seems he doesn’t like his job, haechan will not go to any other cafe and will square up to anybody who shit talks cafe angel

once, his sister came home with pastries from starbucks and haechan wouldn’t talk to her for a week 

he loves it when it rains mainly because he can watch people getting splashed by cars on the sidewalk and laugh at them 

he’s stuck with the customers in a bad mood tho but then he turns on his full sun mode and the customers leaves with an extra large coffee and two pastries they didn’t know they wanted

which is how he met you

it was an extremely rainy Sunday evening and you were in a bad mood having fought with your best friend & your guardians at home, you went for a walk to cool off 

and of course it started pouring rain and you were umbrella less

the to top it off you were splashed by a damn lorry just as you were about to head into a cafe called angel for shelter from the downpour

you dejectedly had walked into the cafe which was surprisingly busy and waited in the queue, feeling so done with how your day was ending up 

the pink haired cashier asked for your order and you just mumbled out “a large black coffee with 4 extra shots of espresso”

jaemin titled his head lowkey concerned cause thats a lot of caffeine but an orders an order 

you paid him and picked an empty booth to sit in by yourself after grabbing the warm drink 

you didn’t even make a face when you sipped the drink you were feeling so bleak

but little did you know an angel was going to brighten up your day

you were lost in your thoughts when a sudden flurry of moment caught your eye and next thing you know theres a smiley boy sitting across from you and a plate of two muffins next to your coffee

before you could even say anything he stuck his hand out and introduced himself

“hello my name is haechan and I noticed that you seemed down so I'm here to lift you up!”

you shook his hand and introduced yourself back a little surprised 

“it’s very nice to meet you y/n”

you smiled politely at him not really in the mood to talk to this very bubbly person but he was insistent asking you how old you were, where you went to school, etc until you ended up in a deep conversation about Michael Jackson and his best song

haechan was so close to busting out a moonwalk just to prove he was right until doyoung interrupted to tell you it was closing time

two hours had passed without you two realising and you awkwardly brought our your wallet to pay for the muffins which were very nice

you bought two again the next time you came

haechan just waved you off for paying

“don’t worry its on the house”

“ah no I have to give you something in return for the muffins”

you could literally see haechan’s lips curl into a smug grin

“okay! give me your phone number then”

very smooth donghyuck

you gave it to him slightly giddy at the prospect of him wanting to actually become friends or more with you

but before you left you thanked him for making your day better and he just smiled bashfully 

“anytime, you know they named this cafe after me because I'm an actual angel and I could be your guardian angel ;)”

you just giggled at him before quickly pecking his cheek and walking out,  your face probably a tomato 

yet the second you left haechan was tackled by mark and jaemin as his face flushed the brightest red, doyoung rolling his eyes behind the counter

“damn hyuck since when did you get so slick?”

“wow lee donghyuck talking to a customer no, flirting with a customer?!”

he just pushed them off and whipped out his phone staring at your contact name looking back up at him

he smiled happily to himself as he changed your name slightly and waddled over to the bean bags, debating what to text you first

[to] y/n♡

hey, its your guardian angel ;) sent 10:02pm

you almost dropped your phone when you read the text, feeling your face grow warm

then you received another text from him and it was a selfie of him wrapped in a blanket, a peace sign held up by his grin 

hooo the softest boy I LOVE

your fingers hovered over the screen, racking your mind for a smart reply 

[from] y/n♡

oh? I didn’t know my guardian angel was so cute sent 10:04pm

then you sent him a selfie of yourself back, doing the same pose as him

sadly, you didn’t get to see haechan blush as he read your message then scream as he saw your selfie, running around the cafe to try and express how his heart felt

“donghyuck, you’re getting the floor dirty, I just fucking mopped it!” 

“okay mark if you had someone as pretty as y/n sending you selfies, your dumbass would do the same!!”

cue doyoung rolling his eyes again and hitting haechan with a towel, urging him to help clean up but deep down he was happy for haechan finally finding someone for himself 

thus, began your love story with the one and only lee donghyuck ♡

a/n: get well soon fullsun ♡

[iwakurodai]

I’ll Help You || Richie Tozier

requested? Yes by my ex-wife @yourfinnwolfhard

richie x reader but like he ends up staying in Derry and reader comes home and they end up rekindling their love or some shit Fluff. she’s really successful and he isn’t.

fluffy

Age range 23-25

Warnings? Cursing, distant, rude, parents

tag list for now: @multi-parker @strang-ersclub

(Y/n) never really planned on coming back to Derry, Maine but with her little sister’s birthday coming up she had to visit. She’s coming back to Derry for the first time in years. (Y/n) remembers leaving Derry in tears when she was 18, leaving her best friends for a job she thought she would never get. Coming back brought a lot of memories she thought she’d never get back.

(Y/n) hops out of the car and bounces to the front door. Knocking loudly, smiling big, waiting for her little sister to open the door. A snap of locks rattle the door and it creaks open as the freshly sixteen year old peaks behind the wood. A wide grin stretches across the girls face and she throws the door open before wrapping (y/n) in a hug.

“(Y/n)! I missed you so fucking much!” (Y/s/n) shouts, pressing her cheek into (y/n)’s shoulder. (Y/n) hugs her back tighter before pulling back to look at her face.

“Holy shit! You’ve grown,” (y/n) exclaims as (y/s/n) drags her into the house where their parents were sat with lunch.

“You haven’t seen me in seven years,” (y/s/n) explains sitting (y/n) down and sitting next to her.

“Hi mom, dad,” (y/n) says to the very distasteful parents, her father nods back and her mother harrumphs and looks back down at her food. (Y/n) rolls her eyes and turns to (y/s/n). “How about we go out and I’ll buy you a new record.”

“Oh my gosh! Yes!” (Y/s/n) bounces in her seat, hurrying to finish her food. Their father clears his throat, annoyed at his own daughter. “Sorry, can I go daddy?” (Y/s/n) asks sweetly after wiping her mouth. (Y/f/n) grumbles before nodding.

“Be back by 7,” He grunts, (y/s/n) squeals before jumping up out of her seat and rushing to rinse her plate. “I’m watching you (y/n),” (y/f/n) glares causing (y/n) to roll her eyes and get up.

“Let’s go,” (y/n) nods towards the door to lead her sister to her car. (Y/s/n) follows her sister out the door bursting with questions as they duck into the car.

“What’s it like being a famous radio star? How did you do it? Do you get payed a lot? Is Beverly Hills really pretty?” (Y/s/n) is giddy as she watches (y/n) drive out of the driveway and into the street.

“It’s not as it’s all cut out to be. I did it with my amazing skills. I get paid 17 to 30 thousand a show. Beverly Hills is gorgeous,” (y/n) answers her gaping sister.

“What!” (Y/s/n) shouts, turning to (y/n) with shock.

“I’ll explain more when we’re in the shop, now let me show you real music. Not the crappy stuff dad makes you listen to,” (y/n) reaches to turn up the radio and lets her sister revel in the best music she had.

“Ok, (y/s/n), choose some tapes and a couple records and we can go,” (y/n) said as they walk into the record shop. “I can’t wait for dad’s face when he sees your new music collection,” (y/n) chuckles, pushing her little sister off towards the tapes as (y/n) walks towards the vinyls. She scans the names before smiling and making a beeline to the Led Zeppelin records. Flipping through she hears footsteps come closer which causes her to look up. She smiles impulsively and glances at the name tag.

Her heart stops and memories from years before flood into her head like a waterfall. She stares at his face with wide eyes and feelings she didn’t remember come rushing back. He stares back, remembering exactly who she was. “(y-y/n)?” Richie asks, his voice cracking slightly, he was shell-shocked with her appearance. The last time she was here she said she was never gonna come back.

“Yea. Hi Rich,” She says awkwardly, not really knowing how he was gonna react. She was confused as to why he was still in Derry. “What are yo-” (y/n) starts but is cut off by the force of a hug. “Oh,” She whispers before wrapping her arms around him.

“Jesus Christ, I missed you,” He mutters, pulling away to look at the girl. “You are still so beautiful,” He whispers causing the girl to blush and smile at the taller man.

“Thank you,” (y/n) whispers, opening her mouth to say something but gets cut off by a squeak and a slap of skin. She turns to see two girls, one looking very unimpressed and the other had her hand covering her mouth. “Hi,” (y/n) says nicely, smiling at the two girls. The very excited girl waves back and walks slowly to (y/n).

“Hi, we listen to your radio show all the time,” The excitable girl stammers quietly and grips the hand of her friend. (y/n) smiles and chuckles, turning to glance back at Richie for a moment. “Uh, do you guys want a picture?” (y/n) asks awkwardly, tilting her head in question. The happy girl nods rapidly and walks over to (y/n) after handing a polaroid camera to her friend.

(y/n) and the girl pose before they two girls leave. (y/n) turns around and sees Richie helping her little sister with tapes. He spins and gives a look to (y/n) before walking towards the back room. (y/n) glances at her distracted sister before following Richie into the back. Her eyes scan the small room and find Richie putting boxes on a shelf.

“Did you not leave Derry?” (y/n) asks softly, Richie glances at her before continuing to put things on shelves. (y/n) watches as he thinks over his words as he grabs a couple records.

“I didn’t, I have no money to do so. So I took this dumbass job took get money to leave but rent is a bitch,” Richie says passive aggressively as he passes (y/n) to leave the back, she follows. “I’m fine with it, it’s just this fucking town,” Richie chuckles bitterly, shaking his head. (y/n) furrows her eyebrows and tilts her head in question, crossing her arms. Richie glances at (y/n) and sighs before setting the box of records down.

“I’ve been in this shit town for twenty-four full years, I can’t leave this shit town cause I have no money. You left as soon as you could with the hope of me following you, but that idea went down the fucking drain because my asshole parents don’t wanna give me money. So I’ve been stuck in memories watching each of my friends leave me, the only person left is Mike and he’s always in the library. I live in a small ass apartment in the shittiest part of town. I have to live with a baseball bat next to me at all times or I’m risking a breakin,” Richie rants quietly to (y/n), his face getting closer and closer to her face. She stares at his face with sad eyes, he backs up slowly, looking around.

“When do you get off,” (y/n) asks in a whisper, glancing back at her sister who was balancing a couple tapes on her arm. “I wanna talk,” (y/n) continues, turning back to state at Richie. He bites the inside of his cheek, glancing at his boss who was now watching him.

“I have inventory today, how long are you staying?” Richie asks, (y/n) looks down to think. She was supposed to only stay until tomorrow but she could stay another day, even if her parents protest.

“Two days, you know my parents,” (y/n) says, tucking her hands in her pockets. Richie nods and takes a look at his watch. “Tomorrow? Quarry?” (y/n) mutters, looking up at Richie with hope in her eyes. She had a plan and she was gonna go through with it.

“Tomorrow, quarry,” Richie agrees, grabbing the box of records and walking off to set them in their correct place.

“So, who was that? An old boyfriend?” (y/n) hears (y/s/n) questions with a smirk covering her voice. (Y/n) shakes her head with a smile.

“Somewhat.”

“I want you out by the next two hours,” (y/f/n) commands as (y/n) walks into the house after swimming at the quarry. (Y/n) clenches her jaw and stares her father in the eyes.

“Why are you such a fucking dick? What did I do to you? You are my father too,” (y/n) snaps, glaring. “At least let me say goodbye,” She grumbles watching as her father rolls his eyes and makes his way into the living room. (Y/n) rolls her eyes and makes her way up the stairs to (y/s/n)’s room. She enters and sees the newly 16 year old smiling at a picture as her brand new music plays softly.

“Hey,” (y/n) says softly causing her sister to slam the picture face down to hide it. (Y/n) raises her eyebrows and walks into the room slowly. “What was that?” (Y/n) teases, (y/s/n) glances at (y/n) and picks up the picture to show her.

“His name is Georgie Denbrough,” (y/s/n) whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her music. (Y/n) tilts her head at the last name, it sounded familiar, and it was on the tip of her tongue. “He’s so sweet, and he’s bullied for his arm missing, but he doesn’t care. He jokes a lot but he knows his limits. He walks home home sometimes,” (y/s/n) rambles, (y/n) blanking out as she thinks of a time where she rambled like that about who she knew was working right then.

“I have to go, I’ll call you, I promise. Make sure you come to Beverly Hills when you turn 18, okay?” (Y/n) stammers, kissing her sister on the forehead and hugging her tight. “I love you,” (y/n) finalizes before bolting out of the room and straight out the house. She hops in her car and drives over the speed limit to the record shop where Richie would be sulking at the register.

(Y/n) parks haphazardly in a spot and runs into the store, causing Richie, who was falling asleep, to jump and scatter frantically. “(Y/n)? W-what’s? What’s going on?” Richie asks confused, walking around the desk as she storms up to him. (Y/n) grips his shirt and stand on her tip toes to press her lips to his. A messy kiss where their teeth clash and her nose smashes against his. His glasses that were once straightened were tilted and his hands were grasping her waist.

She pulls away slowly, as if she didn’t want it to end. She opens her eyes to see Richie staring at her with wide eyes, he was shocked and memories were surfacing just from his lips brushing against hers. “Come with me,” She mutters. Richie furrows his eyebrows, confusion laced in his expression. “I’ll help you, you can get a job at the studio I work at, maybe you host the show with me,” (y/n) whispers, Richie holds back a smile.

“I won’t have anywhere to live,” Richie whispers back, their bodies were still close. He didn’t want to leave her warmth and familiarity.

“I have a king sized bed,” (y/n) smirks as the expression of Richie’s face changes drastically. He finally let his smile loose and he kisses (y/n) softly again.

“Hey Dick! I quit!” Richie shouts, ripping the tag off his shirt and letting (y/n) lead him out of the store. He throws it into the store and hops in the car with (y/n) in the driver's seat. “Take a left up on Berkeley, you’ll find my apartment pretty close,” Richie comments as (y/n) starts to drive. The sound of a protesting Dick Marquee was heard behind the car as it drives down a street.

“You’ll like Beverly Hills, it’s just your kind of city,” (y/n) smiles at Richie as he smirks back lifting his feet up on the dash.

“Guess we’ll find out.”

[5hfanfiction]

I Can Change That

“Okay, Mila, you’re up!” Ally exclaims.

“Ugh.” Camila scoffs. “All right, fine. I’ve never kissed someone.”

Suddenly, the door bursts open and a small figure rushes inside Ally’s room. It’s Lauren.

“I can change that!” Lauren says seriously.

Based off of this.

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“Mom, tell Lauren to leave my friends and me alone tonight,” Ally demands before grinning sickeningly sweet at her mother and adding, “please.”

“Mami, that isn’t fair!” Lauren argues, following downstairs, and pushing up her glasses on the bridge of her nose. “Tell her she can’t do that. Ma, Ally hates me because I’m adopted.”

Ally bursts out laughing and smacks her sister’s shoulder. “I don’t hate you because you’re adopted. I hate you because you’re annoying.” She teases.

“I hate you because you’re annoying.” Lauren mocks and rolls her eyes.

“Ally, be nice to your sister.” Jerry says, walking into the kitchen.

Lauren grins triumphantly and Ally huffs at the both of them. Pat just sighs at her two daughters.

“Lauren, please,” Ally begs. “I promise I’ll make it up to you. Just stay in your room for once while they’re here because all you do is end up staring at Camila. There I said it! That’s why I don’t want you in my room with us.”

Lauren pouts, “You stare at Tori.”

“She’s my girlfriend!” Ally retorts, laughing. “Lolo, please. I promise I will make it up to you. I’ll go see The 1975 with you in Apri - I know you still need someone to go with.”

“Fine.” Lauren grumbles. “Can I at least say hi to Camila? Or is even breathing near her off limits? Should I go to Normani’s house?”

“Mija, don’t be so dramatic.” Pat laughs. “Look, you can invite Normani over if you want.”

“She’s out of town.” Lauren frowns and her shoulders noticeably slump. “I’ll just…go read my new comic or something.”

“I can hang out with you, Lauren.” Jerry grins and gives a gentle elbow jab to her side. “We can watch Deadpool again. Or The Avengers.”

“No, it’s okay.” Lauren mumbles. “Thanks, dad.” She drags her feet upstairs and goes up to her room, shutting the door.

Pat sighs and lifts her eyebrows up at her oldest daughter.

“I didn’t do anything! Just asked for a favor.” Ally defends herself right away. “Brandon used to do that to us too.”

“You didn’t have a crush on any of Brandon’s friends.” She reminds Ally with a smile.

“I’m gay!” Ally counters. “Look, it’s not that she likes Camila, I don’t care. It’s just…weird. How would you like it if your little sister liked one of your best friends and tried hitting on them? You guys know I love Lauren more than anything - she’s my best friend just as much as she is my sister - but the pining over Camila is too much sometimes.”

Jerry sighs. “Just try to be a little nicer to her when it comes to your friends. She’s only 15 and you know how sensitive she can be.”

Ally sighs, but nods anyway. “I will,” she promises, “after tonight, I swear.”

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Laurenza (6:34 PM): She’s so annoying omg she acts like I’m going to dry hump Camila in front of everyone at school let alone her friends

ManiBear (6:35 PM): Well…

Laurenza (6:36 PM): Fuck you Mani.

ManiBear (6:37 PM): I’m kidding !

ManiBear (6:37 PM): I mean at least she’s taking you to see the 1975

Laurenza (6:39 PM): Yeah I guess. I just wish she didn’t treat me like I’m SO much younger than them you know? Like, we’re only two years apart and I like looking at one of her friends so what? Camila’s cute.

ManiBear (6:40 PM): True maybe one day you’ll have a really hot friend Ally will want to stare at

ManiBear (6:41 PM): Wait. Now I’m offended why is it not me ?

Laurenza (6:41 PM): Mani, she has a girlfriend already

ManiBear (6:42 PM): She isn’t blind tho ?

Lauren snorts at her best friend’s text and sends a quick reply before changing into her Deadpool onesie and then going downstairs to the kitchen. Ally’s friends (and girlfriend) have been in her room for a while and they ordered pizza and, as always, her sister had bought some for her as well.

“You might want to heat that up.” Her mom says and Lauren shrugs.

“It’s fine. But thanks, mami.” Lauren says and takes the box up to her room.

After she eats a few slices and gets done with over half of the new Captain America comic book her dad had just bought her, Lauren decides to go downstairs and maybe talk to her mom or her dad - depends on who she finds first. But when she hears loud giggling and chatter from Ally’s room, she can’t help but sneak over to her sister’s door and eavesdrop.

“Okay, Mila, you’re up!” Ally exclaims from the other side of the door.

“Do I really have to? I mean, this is pretty fucking lame.” Camila grumbles and she doesn’t sound too enthused.

“Yes!” Ally and Tori practically shout and Lauren can practically feel when Camila rolls her eyes.

“China, come on.” Camila pleads.

Lauren’s eyebrows raise and she puts her ear to the door a little closer. She wonders what the hell those girls are doing.

“Sorry, Walz, I kind of wanna hear your secret too.” Dinah shrugs.

“Ugh.” Camila scoffs. “All right, fine. I’ve never kissed someone.”

And Lauren hears the other girls gasp.

Now, she never planned on going into Ally’s room that night. She very much intended to keep her promise to Ally of not bothering her and her friends. But, hearing that the Camila Cabello that she has had a crush on since she first laid eyes on her during her freshman year has never been kissed - she can’t help herself. So Lauren barges into the room and practically tumbles her way to Camila.

“I can change that!” Lauren says seriously, looking her dead in the eyes. With her fucking Deadpool onesie on.

“Mom!” Ally yells and stands up from Tori’s grip. “Lauren, get out! You promised!”

Dinah cackles and clutches her stomach because she can’t believe Lauren actually said that. “Oh, man, Lauser! That-that was…oh my God!” She continues to laugh.

Tori’s eyes are as huge as saucers.

And Camila continues to sit on the floor, her eyes just as big as Tori’s and her eyebrows raised. “Excuse me?”

“Oh my God.” Lauren mutters under her breath. “This is real life.” She realizes.

“Um, yeah.” Camila replies awkwardly.

“I-um, sorry.” Lauren stutters and stands up. “Sorry, Als!” She calls and rushes out of the room.

Laurenza (9:38 PM): Hi

Laurenza (9:38 PM): I’m an idiot

ManiBear (9:40 PM): Aw don’t say that

ManiBear (9:40 PM): But why what happened ?

Laurenza (9:41 PM): I understand why Ally doesn’t want me near Camila or just around her friends when we’re at home

ManiBear (9:43 PM): Wait why ?

Laurenza (9:46 PM): I overheard them talking and I decided to be nosey and go near the door so I can hear them…they were like sharing secrets or whatever and I heard Camila tell them that she’s never been kissed so my dumbass went in and told her that I can change that. And then Dinah laughed at me and Tori and Camila looked really surprised and Ally was so pissed.

ManiBear (9:48 PM): Omg

Laurenza (9:50 PM): I know! I’m so fucking embarrassed Mani she said “excuse me?” like so…ugh honestly I don’t even know. And then AGAIN my dumbass said “this is real life” and she was like “yeah” like FUCK I hate myself. AND I’m in my Deadpool pjs…you know the onesie with the hood? So it isn’t even like I looked decent :(

ManiBear (9:52 PM): It’s okay Lauren. I mean it doesn’t happen all the time, but it’ll be okay. Just give all of them time to cool off. Especially Ally.

A soft knock came from her door and Lauren’s stomach drops. She doesn’t know who it is obviously, but she knows whoever it is, is going to confront her about the Camila thing.

“Come in.” Lauren mutters, fiddling with her fingers.

“Hi, Lauren.” Her dad walks in and now Lauren doesn’t feel too bad since she’s closer to him than she is with her mom.

“Hi, dad.” Lauren mumbles and then sighs. “I know why you’re here and I’ll just get it out of the way myself. It was dumb, I shouldn’t have walked into Ally’s room like that after she told me not to and I definitely shouldn’t have told Camila that I’d kiss her. I’ll apologize to Ally again tomorrow and tell her to apologize to Camila on my behalf.”

Jerry sends her an apologetic smile. “I came up here to see how you were doing. Your mom told me what happened and she was going to come up to check on you, but her back was hurting her.”

“I’m okay.” She shrugs. “I mean, that’s the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done in the 15 years I’ve been alive, but still.”

Her dad laughs and pats her shoulder. “We all do embarrassing things sometimes.”

“Wait, I’m not in trouble?” Lauren scrunches her face in confusion.

“No, we think Ally is upset with you enough for a whole year.” Jerry chuckles.

Lauren frowns and looks down. “I didn’t-it was an accident. I wasn’t thinking.”

“We know.” Jerry reassures her.

They talk for a few more minutes until they say goodnight and Lauren quickly goes downstairs to tell her mom goodnight before going back to her room. She sighs and picks up her Captain America comic from earlier to pick up where she left off.

Her stomach grumbles a little after 1:00 AM and she contemplates whether going downstairs and getting a snack. She gets sick of the noises her stomach is making so she decides to go to the kitchen and grab a snack. Lauren unplugs her phone from the charger and puts her comic book on her desk and goes downstairs. She turns on the flashlight on her phone and pans it to the floor to use it for guidance into the kitchen. Her eyes widen when she sees a pair of small feet. She puts the flashlight up quickly to the face and she gasps when she sees Camila.

“Whoa.” Camila groans a little and puts her hand in front of her eyes so she doesn’t go blind.

“Sorry!” Lauren yelps quietly and turns it off. “Um, yeah, sorry. Bye.”

“Lauren, this is your house.” The older girl frowns. “You don’t have to go anywhere.”

Lauren stops in her tracks and looks around awkwardly. She really wishes she never left her room. But it gives her the opportunity to really apologize for earlier.

The green-eyed girl takes a deep breath and finally looks at Camila. “I’m sorry for earlier. It was really inappropriate and I shouldn’t have even been listening to you guys in the first place.”

“It’s okay.” Camila smiles and waves her off. “You just caught me off guard…it isn’t everyday a pretty girl offers to be your first kiss.”

“What?” Lauren’s eyes snap open and her head shoots up.

“You heard me.” Camila smirks. “Come on Lauren, I’ve seen you stare at me before.”

The younger girl blushes deeply and she internally thanks God it’s dark and they can’t really see each other.

“Oh.” Lauren releases a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

“Have you ever kissed someone before?” Camila wonders and turns on the kitchen light, then goes to sit at one of the chairs in front of the breakfast bar.

“Uh huh.” Lauren swallows because holy shit, Camila Cabello called her pretty and knows Lauren stares at her.

“But you’d be willing to change that for me?” Camila slightly teases.

“Uh,” Lauren gulps, “y-yeah. I mean-if you want to. I don’t-”

“Lauren.”

“Yes?”

“Come here.” She demands and waves her over.

“Hi.” Lauren says lamely.

“You’re so cute.” Camila giggles softly and reaches out to hold Lauren’s hand and squeezes it. “Kiss me.”

“I-really?” Lauren bites her lip. “I don’t, um, this isn’t, like, a prank is it? This isn’t Ally trying to get back at me? Because if it is, I’m gonna kick her ass tomorrow.”

“It’s not a prank,” Camila promises. “It’s me asking a very pretty girl who I’ve had my eyes on for a while to be my first kiss.”

“I-me? You like me back?” Lauren grins a little and chews on her lower lip to keep it from growing.

“Yeah.” Camila confirms, laughing a little.

“Um, okay.” Lauren nods, licking her lips, and then takes a deep breath.

The green-eyed girl cups Camila’s right cheek and leans in. Their lips graze lightly together for a second before Lauren traps the younger Latina’s upper lip between her own, both of their eyes closing. Their lip lock lasts for a few seconds before Lauren (very hesitantly) barely opens her mouth and lets her tongue swipe against Camila’s lips. Camila opens her mouth and lets Lauren’s tongue play with her own until the younger girl pulls back, a blushing mess.

“Um, was that okay?” Lauren murmurs and then puts her hands at her sides.

“I think I should be asking you that.” Camila laughs and reaches out to squeeze one of Lauren’s hands.

Lauren looks at her in disbelief. As if the kiss could be anything less than perfect. “It was amazing.” Lauren replies honestly.

“I’m glad we agree.” Camila grins.

-

A/N: I wrote this in about 3 hours and it still sucks and sorry for any typos, but I hope you all like it(: Also, this is going to be my last time submitting on here and I’ll be posting all my stuff on Wattpad and my own tumblr from now on if you want to check anything out :)