Trans Specific Imagines

2 || Trans Boy x Ethan (Crankgameplays)

!!! TRIGGER WARNING !!! Smut, public(ish???) sex, "unsafe sex" (no condom, no lube, the whole thing wasn't planned, so continue at your own risk)

Also hi, I'm Roland, I'm a trans boy so don't come at me with discourse about how I wrote this unless you are giving constructive criticism on my actual writing skills. Anyway, go ahead and read it. Also, sorry. I really love dialogue. Working on that lol.

Andro reader mostly. No pronouns used for reader, no distinguishing features/ details.

Word count: 2121

Theater trips were always fun but knowing this was your last one was hard. It made the ride to state competition unbearable even with your closest friends sitting with you. The two of you talked about all the fun times you had going to competitions and shows and just fun shit.

“Remember when me and Andrew wrote that Shakespearian love letter to that one girl last year?” Ethan asked, tears coming to his eyes from laughing so hard already.

“Fuck that was brilliant honestly,” Andrew laughed from the seat right in front of me.

I agreed that was funny but I couldn’t help but just sit there. I felt shitty. I wanted to laugh with them, I really did, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how this was the end. After this we’d just have finals and graduation then Andrew was going to college on the other side of the country and it was just going to be just me and Ethan. Ethan worked though. He worked as a manager in this one restaurant near the busy part of our town and he also did his YouTube thing, so basically it was just going to be me.

After a while their laughter died down. Ethan went to scrolling through twitter on his phone and it seemed that Andrew had fallen asleep. I leaned over and kind of looked over Ethan’s shoulder.

Looking sideways at me, he said, “What’s up?”

I hummed, leaning into his shoulder. “Nothin’. ’M just tired...” I mumbled, my words slurring together.

“Sleep then. We haven’t even gotten there yet, you know it’s gonna be a long day,” he told me, throwing his jacket over my face playfully. I retaliated by capturing him under the jacket with me. He stared at me with a dumb look on his face I could just barely see in the dimmed light through the jacket. He leaned towards me and I swear for just a moment my heart stopped but then he bit my nose.

“You’re a dick!” I threw myself back, kicking him in the leg in the process. “That hurt,” I said, scooting away from him while being all pouty. I hid myself under his jacket and stayed where I was, the furthest I could get away from him.

After a little while he finally said something to me. “Is the baby hurt? I’m sorry I bit you...”

I peeked out from under the jacket just showing him my eyes. He actually looked sorry. I said a quick, “It’s fine,” and then I happily went back to leaning against him. I honestly was so tired and soon I fell asleep under his dumb red jacket.

Later I was woken up by Ethan and Andrew. We had to get off the bus to go to our room. For competition there was about 20 of us including the sound and lights engineer and our director. All of us would unload our truck of props and costumes and take everything either backstage or to our waiting room. The waiting room was usually a classroom at the school, usually a room with mirrors so we could get ready. When we got in, everyone got a schedule. We had a later show that night. There were sighs and frustrated grunts from the freshman and sophomores in the room while the juniors and us seniors all smiled at each other. We’d gone through this before and we all knew that having a later show was always better. We could sleep, eat, fuck around, and have a good time before we had to preform in front of judges that decided the fate of our high school.