my junk is you | spring awakening high school au
Fandom: Spring Awakening
Rating: PG
Characters: ALL
Summary: Hanschen needs a pet name, the band has a concert, "The Lion King" brings tears, Georg sucks at "truth or dare".
"I think you need a nickname."
Hanschen turns his head slowly, pulling his arms away from Ernst and righting himself. They're sitting in the old elementary school play set, curled up in one of the secret "rooms" where they used to run as little kids. Up and to the left leads to the slide, up and to the right leads to a pole to shimmy down. When they were younger, they would run through the playground, Ernst always afraid to jump down to the tire swing hidden below. They're much too big now; Ernst's legs half over Hanschen's because that's the only way they'll fit.
"...You can't be serious."
Ernst smiles eagerly. "Truly," he says, playing with Hanschen's fingers. "Everyone needs a nickname. And you don't have one."
"I'm not a nickname sort of person, Ernst." Hanschen smiles up at Ernst, curling his arm back around him and pressing kisses against his neck. The discussion is over.
But even as he's pulling Ernst closer to him and Ernst is holding onto his shoulders, Ernst is obstinate. "A pet name, or something. Something cute."
Hanschen deadpans. Ernst has to be joking.
xxx
They have a concert Thursday night, the band set up on the Gabor's patio. Thea is wearing a hand-crafted band t-shirt, sparkly and glittery. So not the image they were looking for, but at least they have one fan.
Anna is pushing and shoving, as is usual, beckoning Moritz over and fixing his hair. She scribbles on her list, checking things off and crossing things out, and gives each of the band members a hug before they walk out on the "stage" and then takes her seat next to Thea in the first and only row. Martha and Wendla are also there, and Ilse is sitting on Ernst, tapping her sparkly fingernails on his knee. Mrs. Gabor has brought out lemonade and brownies for them, and the audience of seven munches as the band plays through their songs.
There are several piercing moments when Ernst wishes he didn't have ears, but they actually aren't that bad. Moritz can certainly sing, and Melchior strums on his guitar and sways. Georg's better at piano when Miss G isn't there to lean over his shoulder. Only Otto gets too frustrated to concentrate and bangs out an irregular rhythm on the drums. And if Ernst does say so himself, Hanschen looks very nice, rocking only a little as he plucks out notes on his bass.
When they're finished, Otto banging loudly on the drums and Melchior jumping up and down with his guitar, the audience jumps to their feet for a standing ovation, Ernst catching Ilse just before she falls.
xxx
Hanschen and Ernst walk back together from their bus stop, Ernst's backpack colored with graffiti from Thea and Ilse and heavy with books. Hanschen's bag over his shoulder.
"...like 'Kitten'...or, I don't know...'Sparkles'...or-"
"You would really call me 'Sparkles'?"
"No, no." Ernst giggles. "Sparkles. I was just brainstorming. 'Sugar'? 'Honey bun'? 'Pumpkin'? 'Cupcake'?"
"No thank you, Ernst."
"Well, you don't get to pick, anyway. 'Sunny'? Your hair is blonde. 'Blondie'?"
xxx
"Truth or dare, Georg?"
"Dare, man!" Georg exclaims. "Is that even a question?"
"Just wondering," Melchior muses, eyes bright. "Because, you know, Miss G lives next door..."
Georg pales, looking stricken. Melchior knew his weakness. Everyone knew his weakness, but Melchior was taking advantage of it. "You wouldn't..." Georg panics. "I mean, truth. Truth truth truthie truth truth."
Melchior tilts his head from one side to the other. "I'm kidding, Georg. I'm not that mean."
Georg sighs, relieved for the moment. Truth is easy. He doesn't have any secrets. However, with the new window Melchior opened up, he fears for Otto's turn to ask next round.
xxx
"...no, that's kind of dumb. 'Butch'? No, you're not very 'Butch'-ish. Especially your shoes. 'Honey'? 'Angel'?" Ernst grins absently, running his hand down Hanschen's arm. "I don't think so."
Hanschen makes a low noise in the back of his throat. "I don't need a nickname."
"But I want to give you one. It's cute. 'Cutie'? This is harder than I thought."
xxx
Thea greets them at the door. It's movie night. Normally, they would go out and see a movie, but there isn't anything good out now (in Otto's opinion), so they decide to watch one of Thea's movies. Splayed out all over her living room, passing bowls of popcorn between them, they watch singing savannah animals dance across the screen.
Ilse hums the songs to herself, brushing her shoulders against Hanschen's, trying to get him to dance as she is, sitting on the floor, back against the couch. Thea and Martha are grinning from where they're perched, mouthing words they thought they'd forgotten back in kindergarten.
As the movie continues, Ilse stops dancing. Thea and Martha stop grinning. Ernst puts his hands over his face, hoping that the flickering light from the TV isn't enough to show that after all these years, he still can't handle it.
Hanschen silently wraps an arm around Ernst's waist. He stiffens silently as Ilse lays her head on his shoulder. Melchior and Moritz exchange a small look - neither of them seem affected, but they need it anyway. Otto pats Thea's leg affectionately, eyes watery, though it may just be a trick of the light. Childhood tries to run away from them, to fall back into sweet dreams and memories, but they hold on tight.
Rating: PG
Characters: ALL
Summary: Hanschen needs a pet name, the band has a concert, "The Lion King" brings tears, Georg sucks at "truth or dare".
"I think you need a nickname."
Hanschen turns his head slowly, pulling his arms away from Ernst and righting himself. They're sitting in the old elementary school play set, curled up in one of the secret "rooms" where they used to run as little kids. Up and to the left leads to the slide, up and to the right leads to a pole to shimmy down. When they were younger, they would run through the playground, Ernst always afraid to jump down to the tire swing hidden below. They're much too big now; Ernst's legs half over Hanschen's because that's the only way they'll fit.
"...You can't be serious."
Ernst smiles eagerly. "Truly," he says, playing with Hanschen's fingers. "Everyone needs a nickname. And you don't have one."
"I'm not a nickname sort of person, Ernst." Hanschen smiles up at Ernst, curling his arm back around him and pressing kisses against his neck. The discussion is over.
But even as he's pulling Ernst closer to him and Ernst is holding onto his shoulders, Ernst is obstinate. "A pet name, or something. Something cute."
Hanschen deadpans. Ernst has to be joking.
xxx
They have a concert Thursday night, the band set up on the Gabor's patio. Thea is wearing a hand-crafted band t-shirt, sparkly and glittery. So not the image they were looking for, but at least they have one fan.
Anna is pushing and shoving, as is usual, beckoning Moritz over and fixing his hair. She scribbles on her list, checking things off and crossing things out, and gives each of the band members a hug before they walk out on the "stage" and then takes her seat next to Thea in the first and only row. Martha and Wendla are also there, and Ilse is sitting on Ernst, tapping her sparkly fingernails on his knee. Mrs. Gabor has brought out lemonade and brownies for them, and the audience of seven munches as the band plays through their songs.
There are several piercing moments when Ernst wishes he didn't have ears, but they actually aren't that bad. Moritz can certainly sing, and Melchior strums on his guitar and sways. Georg's better at piano when Miss G isn't there to lean over his shoulder. Only Otto gets too frustrated to concentrate and bangs out an irregular rhythm on the drums. And if Ernst does say so himself, Hanschen looks very nice, rocking only a little as he plucks out notes on his bass.
When they're finished, Otto banging loudly on the drums and Melchior jumping up and down with his guitar, the audience jumps to their feet for a standing ovation, Ernst catching Ilse just before she falls.
xxx
Hanschen and Ernst walk back together from their bus stop, Ernst's backpack colored with graffiti from Thea and Ilse and heavy with books. Hanschen's bag over his shoulder.
"...like 'Kitten'...or, I don't know...'Sparkles'...or-"
"You would really call me 'Sparkles'?"
"No, no." Ernst giggles. "Sparkles. I was just brainstorming. 'Sugar'? 'Honey bun'? 'Pumpkin'? 'Cupcake'?"
"No thank you, Ernst."
"Well, you don't get to pick, anyway. 'Sunny'? Your hair is blonde. 'Blondie'?"
xxx
"Truth or dare, Georg?"
"Dare, man!" Georg exclaims. "Is that even a question?"
"Just wondering," Melchior muses, eyes bright. "Because, you know, Miss G lives next door..."
Georg pales, looking stricken. Melchior knew his weakness. Everyone knew his weakness, but Melchior was taking advantage of it. "You wouldn't..." Georg panics. "I mean, truth. Truth truth truthie truth truth."
Melchior tilts his head from one side to the other. "I'm kidding, Georg. I'm not that mean."
Georg sighs, relieved for the moment. Truth is easy. He doesn't have any secrets. However, with the new window Melchior opened up, he fears for Otto's turn to ask next round.
xxx
"...no, that's kind of dumb. 'Butch'? No, you're not very 'Butch'-ish. Especially your shoes. 'Honey'? 'Angel'?" Ernst grins absently, running his hand down Hanschen's arm. "I don't think so."
Hanschen makes a low noise in the back of his throat. "I don't need a nickname."
"But I want to give you one. It's cute. 'Cutie'? This is harder than I thought."
xxx
Thea greets them at the door. It's movie night. Normally, they would go out and see a movie, but there isn't anything good out now (in Otto's opinion), so they decide to watch one of Thea's movies. Splayed out all over her living room, passing bowls of popcorn between them, they watch singing savannah animals dance across the screen.
Ilse hums the songs to herself, brushing her shoulders against Hanschen's, trying to get him to dance as she is, sitting on the floor, back against the couch. Thea and Martha are grinning from where they're perched, mouthing words they thought they'd forgotten back in kindergarten.
As the movie continues, Ilse stops dancing. Thea and Martha stop grinning. Ernst puts his hands over his face, hoping that the flickering light from the TV isn't enough to show that after all these years, he still can't handle it.
Hanschen silently wraps an arm around Ernst's waist. He stiffens silently as Ilse lays her head on his shoulder. Melchior and Moritz exchange a small look - neither of them seem affected, but they need it anyway. Otto pats Thea's leg affectionately, eyes watery, though it may just be a trick of the light. Childhood tries to run away from them, to fall back into sweet dreams and memories, but they hold on tight.