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genshin-scenarios · 1 year

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steps to fall for you: introduction

Pairing: xiao x gn!reader x venti poly

Summary: ‘Aesthe’ is a popular idol unit made up of Albedo and Scaramouche. As their manager, you’re much too busy to dip your feet into things like dating and romance– So of course when faced with the question of how to gain more familiarity with it, the only reasonable solution is to train with (non-idols) Venti and Xiao, right? Right.

Aka: trial-dating → falling-for-real shenanigans ensue, with xiao/reader/venti poly in a modern setting.

Wordcount: 2000+

All things considered, you’ve hit the jackpot in life; sure your job can be really taxing and downright ridiculous at times, but you’d like to think that at the end of the day, Scaramouche wouldn’t try to drive you off like he had with your recent predecessors, frustrating them enough that they’d resign without him needing to file an official complaint.

He’s petty like that, or maybe it has to do with his comments about how ‘it’s hard to find real people these days’. You suppose it has to do with the two good managers they had (but were spread too thinly over different units) and a handful of others that quote unquote, ‘didn’t have enough dedication’. Suffice to say you’re quite relieved that three weeks in and after an absolute storm of work, Scaramouche and Albedo had grown to accept you as part of their team. It’s been a long time since then, and their texts to check up on you can be kind of sweet, even if paired with questions like ‘did you get trapped in a Starbucks again?’

It’s not your fault that the one time you make an errand run there (to get a gingerbread man on short notice, which didn’t even make the final cut,) the universe decides that oh, the entryway? Jammed by some mysterious force of physics. Backdoor? That building didn't have one!

You digress. But all things considered, you’ve become quite fond of Scaramouche and Albedo too. There’s a sort of camaraderie that develops after working together for almost a year, but if there’s one thing you know you’re all three mutually bad at, it’s working through the steps of romance like a normal person; with a cat-like Scaramouche and Albedo who’s more invested in other things, you're only glad their fans still swoon regardless.

At least, you assume a normal person wouldn’t be overly cautious of a cute stranger asking you out to a movie (occupational habit), accepting it at first (you panicked), and then going to the date to realize that yeah, you really don’t have anything in common (it was nice but you realized it wouldn’t work out. Shame, they really were cute.)

When the bustle and chatter of the coffee shop reaches your ears, a relaxed sigh escapes your lips. It’s been busy with the release of Aesthe’s new album tomorrow, but since you managed to get everything on your end done, you’re treating yourself to a day off before the chaos that always comes past midnight.

Suffice to say, you’re quite surprised to run into Venti—who’d been responsible for developing many songs for the company amongst other independent work—right as you pick up your order from the counter.

“You’re off early today,” he greets, dressed in his usual comfy sweaters and pins on his braids to match. “Just twelve-plus hours before all hell breaks loose, right?”

He’s smiling, but you’re well-aware Venti tries not to look at the comments for at least a few days until the reasonable and true remarks were picked for the team to reflect on.

While you’re a manager instead of an artist, you’ve spent enough time around to know that their work can be like placing a piece of their soul out for the world to see. With that in mind, you give him an encouraging smile. “I tried to clear everything off so that I could take a break today, but don’t worry - I’ll send you the important notes after things calm down. Just try not to get buried in compliments, alright?”

Venti rolls his eyes. “I work according to the idols, so it’s not all me. And really it’s the mixing and editing you don’t see that drives me mad,” he sighs as the two of you sit down, decompressing all the stress that’s built up until now. “But anyways, Aesthe is pretty honest about their feelings, so I’m not as worried.” His lips quirk, and that’s when you immediately feel a sense of doom wash over you. “Speaking of work and life balance, I heard about your date.”

Of course Venti heard about it. Why wouldn’t he have? “Sometimes I really wonder if it’s good that our company is so close.” You stall, taking a sip of your drink before considering your words. “They were nice, but we didn’t click, I guess? No butterflies and all, but that might just be me being too focused on my career.”

“You don’t seem that married to your work.” You’re sure he’s trying to comfort you, but it doesn’t sound as credible coming from someone who’s equally passionate about his job. Venti continues, propping his elbows on the table to lean closer. “I mean, sometimes you just need to meet people that catch your interest a lot more than you bargained for, then poof! Crushes, nerves, dates - the whole shebang.”

“Fun… Is that what your take on love is?” You tilt your head.

From anyone else it might come off as a flirt, but Venti has been in enough meetings with you to know you’re genuinely asking. He’s always appreciated how sincerely you treat those you work with, so he’ll endorse this heavy question a tiny bit.

“I guess so, yeah! Ideally speaking, wouldn’t it make you want to see the same people again and again? It makes for a good song, too–” He’s about to say something else, but the door of the cafe swings open with a brilliant ring of its bell. Venti’s facing just the right way to see who walks in, and his thoughts are very quickly derailed by the familiar face that enters.

Venti waves Xiao over after he retrieves his drink from the counter; you vaguely hear the barista call out a caramel macchiato. “Xiao! What a coincidence - why don’t you join us?” Venti’s regaining some of his preppy energy that you normally see in the office. “Grab a chair— yep! Alright. We’re talking about love.”

“Love?” You almost burst out laughing at the look on Xiao’s face, puzzled and twisted in regret that he’s already dragged a chair over. “What about it?”

“What do you think of love, Xiao?” It’s half teasing and half curious, but Venti does give him a bonus of context. “We were talking about Y/N’s date, if you’re wondering how we got here.”

“Was… Was the date that bad?”

You hide your face in your hands just as Venti suppresses a snort. Mustering your dignity, you try to meet Xiao’s eyes if only because his tone held genuine concern. “No, it wasn’t that bad. I just realized that maybe I’m not so great at opening up to strangers.”

“Ah, if only those soulmate tropes people write about would come true.” Venti muses while stirring his iced drink.

Xiao blinks. “Didn’t you write one about that trope before?”

“Details! Where did they take you anyways?” Venti turns the attention back to you. “A bar, a cafe, the park…”

“A cafe,” you slowly inform them, finding it hard to not be suspicious of where this conversation is going. It’s a friendly type of suspicion though, because of how you’ve interacted with them in the past. Xiao is a choreographer that works with the company, though like Venti he isn’t full-time like you are. “We just tried to get to know each other. It wasn’t too bad, but we didn't exactly click. I guess it’s a little hard to learn that much on a first date, and I was being a little guarded anyways…”

There’s a pause as Xiao registers your story. “I’d try to give you advice, but I’m not that great with these things either.”

“You’re both hopeless.” Venti concludes. When the two of you fix him with a look, he raises his palms in surrender. “What? I’m not claiming to be a romantic genius either! I’m just saying, the advice that’s going to be passed around here might not be the most useful.”

“At this rate, maybe I should be the one to lead a date and ask someone out?” You joke. “It can’t be too different than planning for work, right?”

“If you can win over Xiao, you might just have a matchmaking business in the works after all.” Venti wiggles his eyebrows at said man, who scowls.

“Shouldn’t you be the tester?” Xiao sighs. “You’re better at socializing, and would give better feedback.”

“I’ll set you both up with a date plan if you pay.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be helping you with the dating?!”

Suffice to say, the conversation soon derailed to talks of a ‘solution’ to your problems. Both you and Xiao need help, Venti reasons, and since the best way is to learn through practice…

We’re actually doing this, right? You ask yourself in your head, feeling like an idiot. I swear if Venti was just joking this entire time—

~ a few days ago ~

“Okay, so pretend you’re characters in a romance show or comic.” Venti starts, trying to lay the scene. “You’re at the bus stop and someone tries to sit closer to you even though there are seats somewhere else. They keep glancing at you, what do you do?”

“…Mind my own business?”

“Ask if they need help with anything…?”

You’re both honestly answering his theoreticals, which might be why Venti gets increasingly flabbergasted by your answers.

“You’re in highschool and you get a letter of confession in your locker.” He asks, desperate. “What happens?”

You blink slowly. “I go meet them and see what they have to say?”

“Yes…”

“But first I’d check if it’s a prank or not.”

“No!” Venti holds his head in his hands, turning to Xiao. “You?”

“I thank them for their honesty but we should probably focus on our studies instead.”

“You’re both sick and twisted.” Venti deadpans, a little impressed that he too has been tricked into thinking you guys have your cute moments that lead to random people crushing on you. He thinks to himself that maybe it’s best if those people never find out the truth and get their worlds shattered. “Like— Yes those are realistic, but I asked you to answer as if you were in a shoujo manga!”

“To be fair,” you try to return his faith in humanity. “I think it’s because theoretically speaking, we don’t know anything about the random characters.” You think. “Maybe strangers-to-lovers just doesn’t work that well with us?”

“Friends to lovers then.” Venti folds his hands on the table. “If you talked to Xiao more and he stops running away from parties, then he confesses to you.”

“What.”

“Then… If I feel the same way, I’d say yes?”

There’s a moment of silence before Venti speaks up again. “Alright, I haven’t done this since I had to set my friends up in school, but why don’t we try…”

Fake dating. Or well, ‘practice’ dating if you were to be more specific. Seeing as you’re sometimes thrown off when it comes to matters of the heart, and Venti diagnoses that just Xiao alone will probably not give you both the push you need, he proposes a scheme that involves all three of you. You’d go on dates, try to get used to flirting and being flirted to (though a part of yourself knows Venti is using this as an excuse to mess with you and Xiao), and it becomes more foolproof because Xiao and Venti’s personalities are different enough to cover a few bases (quote unquote, giving you ‘immunity to both the cute and silently handsome’).

There’s just one little hiccup about your first trial date; Venti was running late.

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alyjojo · 4 months

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New Year Reading for 2024! 🌟 - Taurus

Preshuffle: You’ve planted a seed at some point already, and things didn’t work out. This is probably related to career or finances, and you’ll be “re-planting” this same idea or thing somewhere else, or reintroducing/sprucing up after having made some changes, updates, whatever. The thing or idea itself is solid, it’s just…bad soil. Not enough water. Something like that, farming terms, 7 Pentacles rev showed up, and it’s your Taurus energy. Something needs to be changed, but not entirely. The High Priestess showed up for you twice, showing you already know what needs to be done, or you’re already working on this, they’re encouraging you to keep going, and keep working quietly. Emphasis on quiet. There’s someone around you that’s emotionally manipulative and kinda controlling, it’s none of their business what you do, don’t do, plan for, your ideas, whatever it is. Don’t ask them for advice, don’t tell them shit. Keep it to yourself until you’re/it’s ready, and then let it fly. I’m getting this person can find out with everyone else, could be a water sign. I’m also getting whatever this is, it’s *yours*, and your ideas are solid, so others are moot where this is concerned.

Meditation: Omg I died 💀 There was a trending thing amongst the TikToks and social media shorts, a year or so ago, that was a kid’s alphabet song set to the tune of “My Neck, My Back”, your meditation takes place in a child’s classroom with 123 on the whiteboard, and that song playing. You start dancing and singing to it, not paying any attention to the judgmental & negative reactions on faces around you, you don’t even notice or care. A couple of people are smiling, laughing, singing, or jamming out to it too (I heard Leo specifically), and you don’t have to care about the rest. 123 can show “one step at a time”, if anything, and you’re being encouraged to not even pay attention to the bitchy Karens around you, their input/opinions are none of your business 🧡

🔸 Whole of Your Energy: 6 Wands & 8 Pentacles

Regarding: 7 Pentacles rev

Clarified by 6 Wands again, this same 7 came out in your preshuffle, and it’s your energy. You’ve studied a situation very closely, planted your seeds, put in time and effort, and waited for something to grow that wasn’t growing. At the bottom of the deck, there was sadness attached to this, you probably fought yourself or whatever isn’t working, in an attempt to force it, classic Taurus stubbornness not *wanting* to change anything, and that didn’t work either. You’ve since healed and accepted it, something about this (probably career) isn’t how it needs to be, the what depends on what you actually do. Could be the location, the supplies, an itchy fabric, the cost, what have you, you’ve since realized exactly what needs to be done to change things for the better. You have recognition, achievement, promotion, and success here - twice 💯

Main Oracle:

47 Enchantment

We are enchanted when the Muses sing the Art Spirit into us.

🔸 Character Card: The Queen rev

Still a beautiful energy even being in reverse, she is a Queen with determination and sacrifice, and its sacrifice that’s being described most in rev. You’re going to be putting a lot of time and effort into work this year, and this card shows that your investments haven’t been paying off in an equal amount to what you’re giving out. You need a fair exchange, 6 Pentacles, also Taurus energy. She just mirrors exactly what your preshuffle and main energy is saying. You see it, and you’ll work hard on fixing it. She’s also attached to “single life” for where that applies, singles may be dealing with people like this when they do go out, there’s no real potential here because your energy isn’t equally matched (or fully appreciated) Queen 👸🏿

🔸 Relationship: The Tower rev & 2 Wands rev

Regarding: Knight of Swords & 4 Wands

Playing it safe is the name of the game this year, and I get for most this has to do with health & safety more than anything. The relationship itself is stable, or you’re both working to make it stable, handling small problems before they blow up into major issues. Many of you will tackle things like home repairs, correspondence with home related things, maybe buying, selling & moving homes. Some of you could be moving in together for the first time. No matter how this plays out for you, you will be especially careful to make the right decisions, checking all of the necessary boxes, making sure you have all of the necessary information before jumping into something major. Some of you could be dealing with a health/mental health crisis (or trying to prevent one), making a diet change or altering some unhealthy habits in yourselves, your family - nodding towards what needs to be left behind. Not many, maybe one or two people that I can tell, may be changing/split? residences or moving someone in because of bad health, needing to take care of an elderly parent, grandparent, etc., for awhile. Like you could stay with them a couple of days a week and a nurse comes the other few, something like that. Or they move into your home. Overall, the focus for both of you is on improvements, preventing worst case scenarios (you see coming, someone tells you) & making things stable & happy within your home 🏡 If you know it could be an issue, you’re handling it, and I’m also getting things like life insurance policies, wills, making those kinds of arrangements. Some situation could inspire this sort of worry for the future, but it may not be your own situation, rather a friend, coworker, someone you’re in communication with. The news even, you could hear about it on TV 🙏 Or you could be making these sort of arrangements for an elderly family member, being named Power of Attorney for someone, clearly this is going to affect the relationship as a whole, it seems like both of you equally. Most of you are just working on your own health to avoid some kind of crisis down the line, maybe due to something you learn or hear about from someone else.

🔸 Singles: Temperance rev & 10 Pentacles

Regarding: 10 Wands

You guys are the most frustrated of the Bulls. Flat out pissed off. You know what you want, you’ve manifested and done all the right things, and it’s only showing up in temporary people that just fk with your life. You’re like where IS my 10 Pentacles person? How many frogs does a bitch have to kiss for God’s sake, you’re exhausted with this 💯 10 Swords & 2 Wands clarifying shows every plan you feel you can make is thwarted, there are TOWERS EVERYWHERE, and you’re so sick of this you’re probably at the point you’re willing to just die alone. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. No one is on your level. No one matches your energy. No one wants what you want. What you want isn’t all that different than what most people want, how hard is it?

Whew 😅 Okay. The Queen rev is attached to this, besides the obvious career message and the success to come there, you’re being taught necessary lessons in what you deserve, by being sent frogs that don’t have the capacity to actually do that for you, so that when the *right* one comes in, you’ll recognize it, and appreciate it. I asked to describe the best person you’re dealing with, and they sent me multiple people in one form - The Catalyst. It’s a Tower, in a person, chaos, destruction, the lightning bolts that bring a Tower down, where these people go, radical shifts & changes follow. I get more than one, it’s a whole cycle you’re experiencing right now. The lesson here is this Queen (you) are reversed, the Sword is upside down, and you’re allowing it. Flip it right side up and recognize what you deserve, guard yourself from the excess bs you already know is out there and be crystal clear in what you want & expect from a deep connection. It won’t come on *your* time, Spirit will decide when you’re ready. I’m not getting this year being the year for forever, for new people. Other placements may indicate otherwise, but not before experiencing this first, at least once.

🔸 Career: The Sun & Strength

Regarding: Queen of Cups

The Leo energy I heard in the meditation is apparent in the best parts of your reading, especially here, this can be someone you’re working with directly that helps you rise to another level, or they’re supporting and celebrating your efforts. Could just be meaning you’re in the spotlight. Could be an awesome boss or coworker that you just love to pieces. You’re being recognized for your Strength and getting all of your flowers 💐 this year, if you’re making changes they’re going to turn out beautifully. This can be promotions, awards, raises, bonuses, there are perks that come with celebration and achievement. Love this energy! Those working for or around you feel like you’re a powerful positive influence, they’re happy for you to move up, you’re deeply supported by your peers right now. I don’t get any negativity from this area at all, and Growth is attached to this as well ☀️

Career Oracle:

19 Growth

Feel open, willing, and proud of your desire to explore new opportunities for self-development.

🔸 What needs to be left behind in 2023: 9 Cups & 4 Swords

Regarding: 4 Cups

Being over-indulgent, staying up too late, not keeping a schedule, not being dependable when it comes to others. I don’t get this being a huge issue for you, but Taurus does like to take its time, and health is again being nodded at like “get a hold of this please”. If you’re not sleeping enough, fix that. If you’re eating junk, fix that. If you’re drinking a lot or anything else you know is causing you to be sluggish and not give af some of the time - try to fix that. Change it. I don’t get you don’t actually care, but it could come off that way and you don’t want to give that impression, because you do. Schedules are your friend, and sleep is being repeated, you need a sleep schedule. If you’ve been putting off seeing a doctor, or any other kind of health related things, that’s something you need to make a priority now, for your own sake. You’re going to be working really hard this year for the things you want, don’t let yourself slip back into cruddy habits or ick days where nothing gets done because “fk it”. However small, do something every single day.

Release Oracle:

38 Limits

Know that limiting attitudes are often formed as protective reactions to past events.

Four 10’s are here for singles specifically, showing that any betrayals, Towers, massive changes and burdens, are all for the sake of growth that will turn out beautifully…later. You’re not cursed, it all has a purpose.

4444 is a repeated message of HEALTH, or sleep, health is related to sleep, and mental health is too. If you’re apathetic and cranky, take a nap, or better yet, get more sleep at night. Stabilize & prioritize yourself, stop acting like you don’t care, or ignoring issues that won’t just go away.

888 shows your power of action really being applied to career, and the amount of effort you’re putting out there is going to be rewarded & celebrated, it’s not for nothing. There will be a readjustment period though, you’re probably at that point already, and through the beginning months of the year.

Astrological Shifts in 2023 (for Risings):

Jan 01 - Mercury direct in Sag

Jan 21 - Pluto enters Aqu (again) - 10th House 🔨

Feb 14 - Mars conj. Pluto Aquarius - 10th House 🔨 - likely intense, powerful, & transformative experiences regarding work, the father, authority, public image/reputation, could be smashing goals, or dealing with a controlling/power trippy personality, be careful that person isn’t you, feels mostly positive

Mar 09 - Mars Aqua squares Uranus Tau at 5:55 P.M. - likely a day of conflict - 10th 🔨 vs. 1st 🫵 work is likely to get under your skin more than usual, or some person in authority

Mar 21 - Venus conj Saturn Pis - love & boundaries go hand in hand

Mar 25 - Lunar Eclipse in Lib - 6th 🤒🐶

Apr 01 - Mercury retrogrades Ari - 12th 😵‍💫 old traumas/triggers could resurface, as could people from the past or similar experiences, some for the purpose of healing/conscious awareness, spiritual experiences or dreams could help you along your path in some way, make time to just relax, meditate, keep calm

Apr 08 - Solar Eclipse in Ari - continued lessons from the nodes throughout this year, issues between masculine/feminine likely, father/mother, action/reception, others/self

Apr 24 - Mercury direct

May 18 - Venus conj Uranus & Sun conj Jupiter, all in Taurus - 1st 🫵, could be a very lucky time period, you may be surprised with some kind of good fortune, money, rewards, attention & recognition in some way - 6 Wands energy - unexpectedly

May 25 - Jupiter enters Gem - 2nd 💰, one of the most positive 2nd placements - Jupiter being expansion, what you have financially & materially will only grow around this time. If you need timing for some business venture, now is looking perfect for you to take action

May 29 - Mars conj Chiron Ari @ 22’ - 12th 😵‍💫 addressing pain related to mental health, stress, spirituality, possible addictions, old wounds, dreams…or taking some action regarding/based on these things, counseling or spiritual work would be the most obvious interpretation, negatively - watch your aggression, or that of others, 22’ can be a degree of violence & aggression, especially with Mars & Aries involved

June 29 - Lilith enters Lib - 6th 🤒🐶 Only felt with close aspects, may be a source of contention with coworkers & daily acquaintances. Possibly attracted to dangerous or darker animals, please don’t try to pet a mountain lion (I cannot talk) or buy some giant snake unless you know for sure what you’re getting into. Addictions may be especially tempting for you around this time, any substances, pills, or sex since it’s Lilith. With your 12th being highlighted with Chiron, you could be working on healing these things too, along with health/mental health, this being a main priority for you at this time.

July 06 - Venus Can square Chiron Ari - 3rd 🗣️ vs. 12th 😵‍💫 - a continuation of 12th can be anything from trauma, spiritual work, karma, substances, hidden enemies, sleep patterns & issues, treat yourself and others with compassion with these subjects, things could run really deep with these Chiron triggers, positively you’re healing from all sorts of pain

Aug 04 - Mercury retrogrades Vir-Leo - 5th 🎉 - 4th 🏡 children could play a role in any mixups or issues you’re having at this time, a good time to stay in or spend time with family, even with misunderstandings possible, could meet up with childhood friends or rediscover an old hobby/passion of yours

Aug 19 - Venus Vir opposes Saturn Pis & Jupiter Gem squares both - T square of 5th 🎉, 11th 🤝, and 2nd 💰children could be especially expensive around this time, things like sports & extracurriculars, college fees, room & board, depends on your kids, those of you with a side business or something creative may have to pay more or relocate in some way, some of you are spending a lot on fun, and need to watch your finances

Aug 27 - Mercury direct Leo

Sept 01 - Pluto enters Cap (last time) - 9th 😇

Sept 16 - Venus Lib opposes Chiron Ari @ 22’ - 6th 🤒🐶 vs. 12th 😵‍💫 - not a fan of the degree being 22’, involves or addresses the same wounds that you’ve been dealing with privately all year long, take care of your mental & physical well being. Some of you are on a healing journey, and for some this energy can be anxiety or worrying, put more love into yourself

Sept 17 - Partial Lunar Eclipse Pis - 11th 🤝, preparing for the nodes to shift next year

Oct 02 - Solar Eclipse Lib - 6th 🤒🐶

Nov 19 - Pluto enters Aqu (for good) - 10th 🔨

Nov 25 - Mercury retrogrades Sag - 8th ☠️ now is not the time to sign any contracts, get married, or do anything big or long lasting, other people’s money/assets could be an issue, especially if this is your line of work

Dec 06 - Mars retrogrades Leo - 4th 🏡 a good time to tuck in with your family, things are likely to slow down for awhile, may as well appreciate the time you have together, even if the lack of progress can be frustrating, or they drive you bananas, you love em

Dec 15 - Mercury direct Sag

Dec 24 - Jupiter Gem squares Saturn Pis - 2nd 💰 vs. 11th 🤝 - could nod towards spending too much with Jupiter, needing more discipline when it comes to holidays and going nuts on impractical pleasures, or overindulgence in any way, buyer’s remorse is likely

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tangytiramisu · 1 year

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for the karaoke event can i have the stardust crusaders with are you satisfied by marina?

Sure thing! I hope you like them! 😁

(JJBA) Karaoke Event 🎤- Reader Sings “Are You Satisfied?” by Marina and the Diamonds [Stardust Crusaders]

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Karaoke Event is currently closed

Warnings: Slight angst; song talks about feeling pressured by expectations, loneliness, and a mention of wanting to die.

Jotaro Kujo

He broodingly waits for the song to start playing and it's honestly hard to tell how he's feeling since he looks perpetually pissed, but in actuality deep down he's slightly intrigued by what you may sing.

He watches you as you sing, not paying too much attention to the lyrics at first, but at some point he subconsciously notices them.

“People like to tell you what you’re gonna be it’s not my problem if you don’t see what I see, And I don’t give a damn if you don’t believe”

You see his eyes sharpen in realization. This is how he feels about authority. Especially the teachers at school.

“It’s my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway” Oof, he felt that.

He continues to watch you, but you can swear you see his foot tapping with the beat every so often, though he does stop when you sing “It’s my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die.”

When you’re finished, he claps unenthusiastically, but deep down, he appreciates the song, even if pop isn’t his favorite genre.

Noriaki Kakyoin

Like Jotaro, he's curious about what you will sing as well and intently watches you sing the intro.

"I was pulling out my hair, The day I got the deal chemically calm, Was I meant to feel happy that my life, Was just about to change?"

He finds the lyrics interesting and is looking forward to seeing the direction the song will take.

When the lively music starts he looks over at Pol and Joseph who are grooving with the beat and joins them by lightly swaying his shoulders, watching you with a subtle yet encouraging smile.

He's really liking the lively beat and lyrics. To him this song exudes rebelliousness and he appreciates it when people stick to what they believe.

He eventually gets a thoughtful expression on his face as he continues to listen to you sing, though you can see his eyes widen when you sing “It’s my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die.” He immediately gets flashbacks of his loneliness as a young boy.

His perception of the song changes slowly with the lyrics. It’s about someone who is truly suffering due to the pressure of society’s expectations of them. In a way, he relates; he’s felt like an outcast throughout his life until he met his current friends. Is there a deeper meaning behind why you chose this song?

Claps for you when you’re done, telling you that it was a good song. He’s interested in the reason behind your choice, regardless of whether you relate to it or you simply enjoy the song, though if you relate, he makes sure you know that he has your back.

Jean Pierre Polnareff

He's in his element honestly. He loves karaoke

He looks a bit surprised by the intro but immediately starts jamming out to the song with the music begins.

He’s sort of confused about the lyrics at first; “One life pretending to be the cat who got the cream, Oh everybody said “Marina is a dreamer””, though his eyes immediately widen in realization when you sing “Are you satisfied with an average life?”

As the song goes on his demeanor noticeably mellows out as he listens, despite still lightly grooving to the beat. So this song is about desiring more in life? Simply being yourself?

Though when you get to “It’s my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die” he exchanges a horrified glance with Joseph. Now he’s concerned.

He grows even more concerned by “Sad in this life, unsatisfied, prayin’”.

He still claps and cheers when you’re done, but immediately asks you if you’re ok afterwards. He’s relieved when you say yes, but if you tell him that you relate to this song, expect a huge bear hug.

Muhammad Avdol

He’s mellow about the whole thing, watching with a polite smile when you start singing.

He’s surprised when the music starts but you can tell he finds it pleasant as soon as he starts smiling again.

Throughout the song, he seems the most calm, not showing a significantly drastic shift in emotion. Instead he sits back and watches, though he still pays attention to the lyrics.

This is an interesting song to him; it has a cheerful tune, but the lyrics convey a sense of loneliness. The narrator is most likely a young adult finding their own way through life, and if you are one yourself, he thinks he can pinpoint why you’d like this song.

When you sing the previously mentioned lyric about death, he does blink in surprise though, but remains chill as a cucumber.

He smiles and claps for you when you’re done, telling you that you did well, which you did :)

Joseph Joestar

He's grinning excitedly like a kid in a candy shop when the music plays and he and Polnareff are already swaying.

Though you notice that smile slowly fade as the song goes on. It seems like he caught onto the lyrics.

He’s a boomer so he’s confused. Why would anyone make a song sound so cheerful, only to smack you in the face with sad lyrics?

Though when he thinks about the song he sorta gets it. It’s not fun being forced to adhere to expectations that you don’t want to meet.

Definitely exchanges a concerned glance with Polnareff when the lyric “It’s my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die”.

Despite this, he doesn’t want to kill the vibe, so he cheers loudly for you to show support for you, congratulating you and telling you that you have great music choice. He may not outright ask why you chose the song, but his enthusiasm is enough to cheer anyone up.

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thehairpindrop-13 · 9 months

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Lately I’ve reflected on my adoration for @taylorswift when I was a kid. I was born in 2001 which made me 5 when her first big time album Debut was released.

By the time I was 6 I was singing along to tear drops on my guitar and shouldve said no like it was nobody’s business. However it wasn’t until I was 7 or 8 when my favorite song of all time became my personal anthem for years.

You Belong With Me was and has always been my go to jam especially when I’m having an anxious day. As a kid I always felt like an outsider. I didn’t have many friends I could rely on, I dressed differently, I thought differently, and I was very sensitive to that.

This song became something I would scream at the top of my lungs hoping anyone would listen. That was the moment I realized that although Taylor Swift didn’t know me, and might never know me— she knew what it was like to be that girl. The one who was awkward and different and too kind and innocent and naive for her own good.

I grew up feeling like I wasn’t normal or good enough but songs like You Belong With Me really gave me a sense of belonging and pride.

After that, it was history. RED was my first big concert at METLife stadium. Reputation re-ignited my love for Taylor Swift (digging me out of the trenches of my screamo emo phase)

And now as a grown ass woman the Eras Tour has brought me back to the girl I once was. I mean if you asked 12 year old me if I’d go see my favorite artist with a best friend that I love I’d say you’re kidding!! As dramatic and crazy as it may sound @taylorswift helped heal my inner child.

She grew with me. Her music has a genre and sound and feeling for every moment of my life and I really think that is something so special.

If there’s anything I can give back to her it’s a big ol’ hug, a box of homemade chocolate chip cookies, and my undying love for her and her music.

She’ll never see this but…Thank you for changing my life Taylor—you fucking rock so hard.

In honor of the nostalgia of it all I’m linking a Spotify playlist with all my favorite songs from when I was a kid!

#taylor swift #1989 taylor's version #gaylor #evermore #fearless #folklore #midnights #speak now #taylor swift gifs #kaylor #growing up a swiftie #swiftie #the eras tour taylor swift #speak now taylor’s version #taylor nation #inner child #Spotify

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combatfaerie · 1 year

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Ficlet: Want You to Notice

Title: Want You to Notice

Word count: 1,499

Rating: T

Characters: Becky Lynch/Seth Rollins

Prompt: "Do you miss me when I'm not around?" *the other person admits that sometimes, under certain circumstances, they do* "Do you think, realistically, we could be lovers?"

Tagged: @wrestleprompts

When Becky heard the gym door open, her first instinct was to call Joshy over. It was supposed to be a private session, after all, just them and Sheamus and Cesaro so they didn't have to worry about people taking pictures or videos. Then she heard a familiar laugh and turned to see Seth walking in, his gym bag dangling from his shoulder. "Hey!" She grabbed the nearest towel and dried off her face. "You haven't dropped in for a while."

Seth smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Yeah. I've had a lot going on with Black & Brave and… well, you know." He set down his bag and stretched out his shoulders. "So… do you miss me when I'm not around?"

Becky laughed at first. "You know I'm more of a Pearl Jam girl than Radiohead." When Seth just looked confused, she added, "Sorry. Thought it was a song reference. Yeah, of course we miss you."

Seth's eyes seemed even darker than normal, and Becky struggled to see where the pupil ended and the iris began—and then quickly realized that meant she had been looking for too long. "I wasn't asking about them," he said, tilting his head towards where Cesaro had resumed spotting for Sheamus. "I asked if you did."

It felt like far deeper waters than conversations with Seth had gone as of late. Whenever she did manage to run into him backstage, he had always seemed preoccupied, looking down at his phone as if expecting a call—or trying to muster up the energy to make one. I should have asked him if he was okay, she thought. Many wrestlers had business interests outside of their WWE careers, but Seth's demanded a lot of time and energy; he wasn't some passive investor behind the scenes, throwing money at a project and doing little more than talking it up during interviews. He was devoted to his Black & Brave students and their success; he always said he wanted to leave the business—and more importantly, the mentality in the locker room—better than he found it, and he was working on that from multiple angles, from inside WWE and outside. "Yeah, of course I do." Struggling to lighten the mood, she added, "I mean, who else could I possibly borrow shampoo from here if I forgot mine at home?"

Sighing softly, Seth pulled her off to the side, around a corner so Cesaro and Sheamus were out of her line of sight. "Becky, I'm being serious."

"Okay." Becky took a moment to focus. She certainly didn't want to add to Seth's stress or belittle him, but she didn't understand what was going on at all. The gym was normally his happy place, his refuge; if someone else brought up a serious topic, he'd suggest leaving it until they went out for coffee or ice cream later. "What's going on? Is something wrong?"

"Can… would you just answer the question?" Seth shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Please? I'm… I'm trying to figure something out."

The pause before the Please made Becky's heart twinge and she clasped her hands behind her back so she wouldn't try to pat his arm. Seth was never one for polite sympathy and she didn't want him to feel like she was being condescending, especially since she had just been cracking jokes. "Of course I miss you. You were one of the first people I knew who was into CrossFit. You've always been great with advice and helping me figure out my reps. You've stayed late so I could finish a workout. You've let me vent to you for… oh, years now, back since NXT, back when I was… was no one, really—"

"You've never been no one."

Becky would have been able to rally better if his interjection had been sharp or annoyed, but the tenderness in his tone made her falter. Had he stopped looking at her even once since he came in the gym? She didn't want to argue with him, so she just shrugged. "You know what I mean. You had absolutely no reason to be nice to me back then, but you were. I wasn't a champion. I didn't have connections like Charlotte. I was just … me." Before he could correct her on that too, she forged on. "Not everyone would listen to the life story of some rambling Irish woman for an hour, you know?"

"Forty-five minutes," Seth replied. "It was only forty-five minutes."

"Really?" Becky could feel herself blushing and hoped it wasn't too obvious. "I guess I gave you the abridged version then. Anyway, yeah… you've always been there for me, even when it wasn't easy or we were on different rosters or whatever. I've cried on your shoulder often enough that I've probably eroded it and yet you still answer my calls." She paused to let a pang of guilt pass—Haven't been calling to check on HIM lately, have you?—and reached back to tighten her ponytail. "You're a great friend. You're one of my best friends. Of course I miss you when you're not around. Why? What's going on? What's wrong?" She knew he and his girlfriend had been going through a rocky patch, but she couldn't remember Seth saying anything more about it, so she had assumed they worked things out. Another mistake.

Clearing his throat, Seth finally looked away, glancing over at Cesaro and Sheamus. Both seemed oblivious to the discussion, so he turned back to Becky. "Do you think," he started slowly, jamming his hands in his pockets, "realistically, that we could be lovers?"

Lovers? The term had always felt awkward to Becky, but Seth was so gravely earnest that she didn't dare question his wording. "Are you…?" She stopped just short of asking if he was serious. "I… don't know," she said slowly. "I mean, I'm nothing like the girls you've dated, so…."

"Maybe that's a good thing. I've been doing a lot of thinking and a friend suggested that what I need and what I want—or at least what I thought I wanted—aren't the same," Seth explained, voice so low Becky had to lean forward to hear him over the clank of weights being moved in and out of the racks. "So I tried thinking more about what I needed, and I need to be around people who make me feel the way you do. I… always feel right when I'm around you. Like I'm where I belong."

"I'm… I'm glad." Becky was almost speechless. Her friends were dear to her and she loved them like family—considered them family—but the last time she had tried to turn that into something more, it hadn't worked out. "But you don't need to… date someone to feel that way."

"I know. But… I just kept thinking that if you could make me feel like that just as a friend, maybe… maybe that's a sign that we could be more." The look in his eyes was so vulnerable, so genuine, that Becky's breath caught. "I know it might not work, but I'd rather try and know than not try and always wonder," Seth declared. His words held far more surety than his gaze. "So I wanted to ask you out on a date for sometime next week. Just something casual. Just… just to see."

We shouldn't. There were so many wrestling couples that hadn't worked out and it always seemed to get messy. But… what if we did? She had never really thought of Seth that way, but now that he had raised the possibility, she had to wonder. They already spent so much time together and knew so much about each other and liked so many of the same things; so much of the awkward early-stage relationship groundwork was done. That phase of discovery could be fun, but she also knew how difficult it could be, especially with their schedules. "Sure," she said at last. "Just casual."

"Oi! Rollins!" Sheamus's voice rang out a second before a balled-up towel hit Seth's arm and fell to the floor. "You done talking Becky's ear off yet? Swiss here needs a spotter and I have to take a piss!"

Seth glanced down at himself. The shirt and shorts he was wearing weren't that different from his workout gear, so he shrugged. "Sure. Be right over." Picking up his bag, he turned so his back was to Cesaro and Sheamus. "I'll call you later."

"Okay." Becky went over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. Seth's question seemed to have come out of nowhere, and yet after he'd asked it, the answer seemed like a given. She wasn't entirely convinced he would follow through and try to set up a date, but just in case he did, she would have to make sure that her voice mail wasn't full. That was a message she wouldn't want to miss.

#wrestleprompts #combatfaerie fic #rollynch fic #brollins fic

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masterwords · 2 years

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running toward nothing (part ten)

Summary: Hotch is injured in an explosion while on overseas assignment, putting Derek in a difficult position both with the team and with Spencer who has spent the last few months inadvertently falling in love with him. (Set around 07x01 - It Takes a Village but canon divergent by a lot.)

Warnings: car accident, swearing, drug addiction/use (Jack is in the car accident...everyone lives, no one is too badly hurt)

Words: 1.6k

Pairings: Hotch/Morgan established

Notes: This is for @tobias-hankel’ s Spencer Whump Challenge. My assigned prompts to do my evil with were Derek Morgan & Betrayal. Well fuck, you guys. That took me a year and a half to achieve...it's not great, but it's getting us there. One more to go but...WE HAVE WHUMP! SPENCER WHUMP! Not THE whump, but A whump. So...I'm sorry, I'll have the last chapter soon...slowly my ability to write is returning (slowly, and this really isn't great but it's the best I can do right now) and I have so many things in store for you guys. For now...accept this as my humble apology.

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Read on AO3: Running Toward Nothing

It was hailing. Weird, because the forecast hadn't called for hail, in fact it was supposed to be a perfectly sunny day but here it was, pelting the windshield and then his face. He really needed to roll up his window.

No.

That couldn't be right. He could see the sunshine through the windshield but the sky was...wrong, twisted and tilted on its axis, and where was the...oh.

Fuck.

That's glass, he thought suddenly, the fog lifting only for a moment. Long enough to hear Jack's terrified shrieks from somewhere behind him, far away but way too damn close. Far away could mean he'd dropped him off and Jack was seeing him...this close and Spencer, in some foggy nightmare world, realized that Jack was behind him and still in the car. “SPENCER! SPENCER! SPENCER!” Inside the car that was now on its side sputtering steam and the sweet smell of the transmission and radiator spilling their guts all over the road. He blinked the blood from his lashes and tried to move his hands, to wipe his face, but couldn't. He was pinned in place.

“Jack?” he croaked in a voice that sounded raw and like it had been filtered through something in a Hollywood special effects lab. “Jack answer me...”

Jack was crying. It had gone from screams to crying, and the screams had been bad but this made Spencer vibrate with a desperation he'd never known. He fumbled with shaking fingers against what he knew were broken bones and torn ligaments, trying to get his seatbelt unbuckled but it was jammed tight in the crunched door. He was pinned.

And even if he could free himself, some part of him knew he had no business touching Jack. Covered in blood, broken and useless and high as fuck...he stopped and tried to crane his neck, just to see. Jack's uncontrollable sobs were shaking his entire body but he was still strapped in tight, his chest clip in place, his seat solid. He was bleeding but he looked fine. A hell of a lot better than Spencer knew he was, that was certain. And good, maybe Hotch would be less inclined to kill him if Jack was okay. He doubted he'd see any mercy but he did find some shred of himself hoping for it. The cries from the back seat had gone from fearfully calling for Spencer, right into the song of a child who just wants his dad.

Except he wasn't crying for his dad, Spencer realized. He was calling out but he wasn't saying dad, he was saying Derek. The kid was beside himself and Spencer thrust one hand toward the backseat, trembling fingers making contact with Jack's cheek and grappling for something to hold.

“Jack, Jack, it's okay...we're going to be okay...do you hear the sirens?”

“DEREK!” Jack screamed at the top of his lungs, and Spencer knew Jack was beside himself, in total shock. He couldn't appeal to him with logic, so he grappled some more until he found Jack's hand and squeezed the best he could with whatever paltry strength he possessed.

“Derek will come,” Spencer said softly, he believed it too. Maybe they were both calling out for a hero. Derek always came, he always saved the day. “Did you know...” he licked his dry, blood caked lips and sucked down a gulp of air. “that he's really good at kicking down doors?”

“Could he...” Jack gasped, his eyes huge and wild. “Could he break this door?”

“Absolutely,” was Spencer's reply and he almost thought he could see the movie in Jack's scared eyes. Derek coming and with one swift motion, like a superhero, tearing the door from its hinges and freeing the both of them. Scooping Jack into his arms and holding him tight, taking him to his father. They listened to the song of the approaching sirens get louder and louder, and Jack stared out the window expecting any minute to see Derek framed there in crumpled metal.

Spencer's head lolled to the side, his hand still on Jacks while his eyes fluttered closed. Back into the warm embrace of the last tendrils of his fog, forgetting the hail storm. They'd wait it out. Can't drive in hail like this.

The next time his eyes opened the sky was above him again, neatly situated in its proper place, and that crackling, popping dripping glass sound wasn't ringing in his ears anymore. He tried to turn his head, to look for something important...there was something so important that he needed to see...the fog in his head was thick like soup.

“Hang in there buddy, we'll be at the hospital in just a minute...” It was a voice that felt disconnected from everything, from the world, some omniscient being.

“Jack?” he rasped, like his mouth knew what his brain did not. Speaking the word was like a terrible spell, a sudden crushing feeling in his chest gave way to a choked sob and the EMT leaned over him and told him to relax. “Can't...can't relax...Jack...”

“That the kid you were with?”

He just blinked. Maybe, maybe not, questions didn't have answers just...Jack. The word became something to hold, thick and poisonous. It wasn't anything more than a word but it was a really really important word. Like a spell.

“Well, buddy, if that's the kid, he's in the ambulance right ahead of us...he seemed okay...do you know a Derek? He was calling for Derek...”

Derek. A new word to focus on.

(x)

The lights were too bright. Too damn bright and his eyes felt like they were peeling and blistering. He screamed but no one seemed to notice or care and it only hurt inside of his head...maybe he wasn't screaming at all. Maybe it was just a scream beating at his chest. Tearing him apart and chewing him up, he would be nothing but liquid soon if it had its way.

“Your emergency contact isn't answering his phone,” a nurse said softly, standing over him while they poked him full of holes and hooked him up to monitors. “We'll keep trying.”

“Hotch. Call...call Hotch...”

At least he thought he said that. Things were becoming clear again, slowly. She smiled and it read as pity more than kindness. Was he babbling? Saying real words or nonsense? She seemed to be parsing his words against language she knew. “I don't know who that is but we'll do our best.”

Blood in vials. Needles. Just a pinch. He blinked slowly and he knew, he knew what he did the clearer everything became. He knew by the way that behind every doctor and nurse was a police officer with his badge and his weapons, watching. Four hydros (why had he decided to take the others?) and he decided going for it on a yellow sounded great except that yellow had actually been red and he just...floated right through, huh? That how it went? He just...

He just what? He was blitzed out of his mind and he could taste colors, was that what he planned to tell the waiting officers when they came for his statement with their print out of his tox screen and their handcuffs? Yes, officer, see the thing is I couldn't seem to make my foot reach the brake...see, officer, my hands were numb and my fingers were dancing a jig like that little cartoon frog, you know that guy? The colors of the traffic light tasted just like laffy taffy. That was what he thought when the van came barreling into them, clipping them, knocking them on their side. Jack. Fuck. Hotch.

“Do you know how this happened?” There he was, that ominous policeman, faceless beneath the bright light. Just a halo and navy blue and a badge, a melting Dali painting of a person. He swallowed thick and thought of Hannibal making someone swallow their tongue. Wished someone could come through for him like that right now. He could do with a little relief.

“I uh...” he stammered, his lips like swollen sausages and the taste of blood was making him sick. The only good thing was that he was in enough shock that the pain barely registered. “I don't....” He did though. Jack said something about hearing Derek talk about marrying his dad, talking to his mom on the phone and Spencer's vision grayed out briefly. He'd swerved and gulped, then he reached into his pocket and downed those two extra pills...and then he'd asked Jack if he wanted to get a milkshake before school. A treat. Marriage...Derek was talking about marriage? So he drove right past the school and...

“Have you been drinking?”

“No, I...” he sighed and his lungs deflated to the point he thought they may never fill with air again. “I don't drink. But I...”

“You're FBI?” He was examining Spencer's credentials, writing a few things down on his trusty little pad of paper that made Spencer angry. Barely listening, he already knew what he needed, this was just an irritating formality. His fingers twitched at his side.

Too many questions. His head hurt. Everything hurt. They weren't giving him anything for the pain, and he thought he knew why. The same reason the officer didn't much care about his answers.

“Yes. I'm with the Behavioral Analysis Unit...” The officer hummed and stepped back when the nurses announced they had to get him into surgery, they had some work to do. He was glad, they'd put him under and then it wouldn't hurt anymore and he wouldn't see Jack's face bloody or hear his screaming. He wouldn't think about Hotch.

Or Derek. Or marriage.

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #spencer reid #criminal minds #hotchgan

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asterlark · 3 years

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ok. samwell college of music au. i wrote all four years let's go babey

eric bittle is this lovely southern tenor (sounds kinda like mitch grassi or ben j pierce) who posts covers (& sometimes originals, but always with neutral or no pronouns because he can't post anything that says he or him ☹) on his youtube channel and has major stage fright but is very talented; he also plays ukulele

he got into samwell college of music on a voice scholarship and his dad doesn’t exactly approve but eric was never the 6′2″ masculine football player he wanted anyway so why not go for his dreams

he auditions for the very competitive samwell men’s contemporary chorus (there’s like 20 choirs; chamber choir, jazz choir, a cappella groups (lax bros do a cappella), combined choirs, etc- smcc does contemporary pop/rock music) and while he’s very very nervous and shaky as he auditions, directors hall & murray see a lot of potential in him (with major grumbling from student director jack)

(the rest of this ridiculously long au under the cut)

the group is small, for a chorus, because the point of the group is not a wall of sound but a focus on all of the very talented guys’ voices coming together in these gorgeous harmonies and basically they’re like one of the best choruses on campus and all the male singers want in

so there’s jack zimmermann, who of course eric knows because everyone knows who he is, he’s the son of bob and alicia zimmermann, both incredibly talented and famous musicians, and basically those genes were in his favor because he’s mega fucking talented

(jack was supposed to sign a recording contract to be in a band with his best friend kent parson when he was 17 but something happened between them and the pressure was too much and jack overdosed on something- there’s so many rumors no one knows what’s real- and kent signed solo in LA & went on to win grammys for his albums about a mysterious ex and jack disappeared for a few years to be a counselor at a music camp and reappears at samwell, knocking everyone’s socks off again like he’d never left, except with a renewed vigor and intenseness that freaks everyone out)

jack is a contemporary writing & production major, freaky talented and sings like a modern day frank sinatra, and he plays like 20 instruments and can read music like breathing air and writes songs like if he stopped he’d die; his music is folksy and mournful and he plays all the instruments on his tracks himself- guitar, piano, strings, drums- it sounds like a full band but nope. just jack. he’s intense

“we all get nicknames in this choir,” justin informs eric on his first day, “we’re those kinda guys.” so he’s bitty, which he finds vaguely offensive (bc he’s not that short!) but still cute, & the rest of the group is introduced to him:

“shitty” knight (voice like colyer) is a musical education major and an enigma of a singer with this awesome, earthy, raspy voice that’s really interesting to listen to and a very.... unique style & look; he writes cheesy but shockingly good raps about social justice topics and he will sing-lecture you if you’ve said something offensive (he also plays banjo)

justin “ransom” oluransi is a music business & management major with an angelic voice you can’t help but listen to; he’s sultry and has an incredible range and does runs like nobody’s business (with a voice like daniel caesar or leslie odom jr UGH)

adam “holster” birkholtz is a voice performance major, wants to be on broadway and it’s all he ever goddamn talks about basically, he’s a belter and has a lot of charisma and starpower and he’ll charm the pants off of you within one note; can also play piano and irritates everyone constantly because his regular volume is like a level 11 (voice like the frontman of my brothers and i combined w/ x ambassadors lead singer)

larissa “lardo” duan is at the local art institute because performing arts is not her jam and she’d much rather paint; she’s a barista at annie’s and supervises open mic nights and keeps the annoying choir dudes from driving away all her patrons

“i’m not even in your dumbass choir,” she says when the group gave her her nickname. holster just told her that she was an honorary member and then started sing-shouting a song at her about how good she is

bitty’s first year is hard because he’s talented and he works hard but he shies away when anyone asks him to sing outside the group and like, he can sing to a camera by himself but being on a stage with everyone looking at you and the sole responsibility of the song on your shoulders is terrifying and no thanks

jack does not. understand this. he’s been performing practically since he came out of the womb and he doesn’t really get performance nerves (what he gets is anxiety about how he did after he gets off stage that follows him home and makes it so he can’t sleep) - so he bothers bitty about it constantly like “you just need practice, you just have to sing by yourself a lot and then you’ll get over it” which like.... that’s true but it’s also hella scary and bitty’s like “no thanks!!!!”

but jack’s annoying and intense so he makes bitty do open mic with him every saturday night and it’s going okay and bitty loves his choir and loves his school and these new friends he’s making and he finally feels comfortable enough to come out to them during his second term

then during their spring choral showcase at the end of his freshman year bitty has a solo and he’s worked really hard on it and he’s feeling good- okay he’s completely freaked out but he’s trying to feel good- but when he gets up on stage there’s so many people and the stage lights are so hot on his face and he flips out a little and maybe he passes out from anxiety and stress right on stage and it’s terrible and he’s so embarrassed and ashamed that he ruined their set at the showcase

of course jack blames himself because “we shouldn’t have given you a solo before you were ready, i misjudged it, i’m sorry” - and they all feel kinda bad bc holy fuck they didn’t know his stage fright was that bad like they didn’t know someone could pass out just by being anxious to sing

he practices all the time over the summer and goes to his local open mic at jack’s insistence and it actually helps a lot because instead of a sea of strangers judging him it’s a bunch of people he knows and they’re all smiling at him and when he finishes his song they cheer for him and it boosts his self-confidence a lot

his sophomore year they have three new members- chris ”chowder” chow (voice like ieuan), an excitable music education major with impressive rapping skills, derek "nursey" nurse (frank ocean or leon bridges type), a songwriting major who can also play violin and guitar, and will ”dex” poindexter (like tom west), a production & engineering major who tried out with chowder bc he needed moral support and didn't expect to get in but impressed the directors with his voice

the year’s going pretty good, bitty’s still pretty scared of singing alone but more confident now and the open mic nights with jack haven’t stopped, so he’s getting better. and one night they’re hanging out at annie’s after closing waiting for lardo to be done so they can walk her home, and bitty suggests that jack sing with him one of these nights, and jack says he doesn’t know any of bitty’s songs and bitty says they can write one together half jokingly but then jack is like “yes.” with that Intense Look

SO they get together a couple days later in jack’s room at the house they all live in together (bitty moved in at the beginning of the year after previous smcc member john johnson called him- how’d he get his number?- and told him he could take his room if he wanted), jack with his guitar and bitty with his ukulele, and it’s a little awkward until bitty says jack should play him one of his songs

and, okay, he doesn’t really know what to expect because the only music jack ever released to the public was that one single he did with kent parson when they were 17 so bitty doesn’t even know if he has anything to play him, but he does- he starts playing these soft, sad notes on the guitar and opens his mouth and sings about being lonely and scared and unsure, about false starts and shaky ground and not knowing where you stand with someone, about expectations and lying awake at night and wishing so hard you were someone else, and bitty watches him sing and just kind of... realizes he’s head over heels for this boy and internally Freaks Out a little

he tries to put that aside and they start to write this song, at first it’s weird because jack’s like “all your songs are love songs i can’t really relate to happy love songs” and bitty’s like “listen... i’ve never even had a boyfriend i just write a bunch of sappy love stuff because it’s not about me it’s about whoever’s listening to it, they’re gonna project their own experiences on my music anyway so it doesn’t matter if it’s my real life or not” and jack’s like “alright while fake af that’s smart and i respect you” (what bitty doesn't say is that he writes about what he really wants which is to fall in love & be in a happy relationship)

they say they’re just gonna write this kinda vague sad song but they both secretly write lines about their actual lives so it ends up being really personal and real and raw for the both of them

they sing the song at open mic that saturday and the crowd at annie’s is never that big but they’ve never got a standing ovation here before, and some girl shouts “MAKE AN ALBUM” (it may or may not be lardo) and they both blush furiously and bitty’s like “... that was really nice, jack” and jack’s like “... yeah it was good good job you’re really getting some confidence out there nice work” (bitty: “THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT AAAAH”)

around this time jack’s really thinking about what he’s gonna do when he’s done at samwell, talking with his parents and his agent and looking into different record companies and deciding if he wants to sign with anyone or possibly start his own company- the head of a small company called falcon records in rhode island has been talking to him a lot, and jack talks to bitty about how he thinks it’d be nice to start small, and the record exec georgia and the producer marty had both been really nice and welcoming, and bitty’s so happy for him but also just... sad that he won’t be around jack every day after he graduates

THEN at a haus party celebrating their win of a local choral competition, who shows up but none other than pop star kent parson to Ruin The Fun

bitty sees the way jack pales when kent walks in, notices them disappear upstairs together and feels a little sick worrying about jack but chalks it up to the highly alcoholic concoction shitty and lardo had cooked up but nonetheless decides he’s sick of the party and goes up to his room and hears.... a little too much

and YIKES he’s standing right there and kent parson, pop star, two-time grammy winner, is looking a little rumpled and staring right at him and he puts his hat on and clears his throat and snaps at jack- “hey. well. call me if you reconsider. but good luck with rhode island. ...i’m sure that’ll make your parents proud.” and jack’s shaking, and bitty doesn’t know what to do but jack goes back into his room and bitty’s just kind of standing there like What The Fuck

so.... he kind of stews over winter break but tries not to think about it too much and he and jack text a bit and jack tells him to practice and bitty’s like “oh, you” and jack’s like “im serious” and bitty’s like “>:( it’s christmas”

spring semester starts and they're doing well in competitions and they go to semifinals and then finals for a prestigious collegiate choir competition and the pressure is mounting but they all are so optimistic and really feel like they're on the same page and bitty’s confidence is better than ever and then.... they don't win

jack especially takes it very hard, but then he also has signing to worry about, which everyone helps him with and he decides to sign with falcon records and start work on an album after graduation

speaking of graduation, shitty and jack graduate and it's hard for them but harder for bitty who feels like he's losing jack in a way, he knows how intense jack gets when he's making music and it doesn't feel like he'll have any time for bitty anymore so when they say goodbye bitty goes back to the haus and listens to his and jack's song and just cries

but, like in canon, dadbob has words of wisdom to impart and jack has an "oh" moment and races across campus to kiss bitty

they get together and the next few months are spent with jack working nonstop on his album (which tbh, he'd had many of the songs written already so it's mostly recording and producing) and texting bitty constantly and coming to visit him and playing him demos of all the songs

jack also asks bitty if they can record the song they wrote together & have it as a bonus track on his album & bitty says of course, so when jack visits they set up an impromptu studio and record vocals in the guest bedroom and this deeply personal song they wrote before they were ever together means so much more to them now

and bitty is so happy but so scared and sad too because jack is playing him these songs telling him "they're all for you bits, & a lot of them are about you" and he just doesn't know how he's going to keep all this love inside even though it feels like jack's career is at stake

he tries to shove it down and stay strong though, especially since he's now an upperclassman and they're taking on new members- connor "whiskey" whisk (voice like finneas or the male singer in valley), a music business/ management major who seems to hate bitty's guts and tony "tango" tangredi (like chaz cardigan), a jazz composition major who astounds everybody with his endless questions but also his ridiculously impressive composition skills & naturally perfect pitch (he can also play saxophone??)

i want ford in this au so fuck it she is a composition major with dreams to write scores for musicals and she stars training as a barista at annie's (aka training to corral the smcc)

the pressure of it all proves to be a lot and bitty and jack have their hi, honey moment where bitty's like i can't be this deep in the closet!!! and so they tell the smcc and also jack's label that they're together and that eases things a bit

jack's album comes out to much critical acclaim and shouting in the groupchat ("#1 ON ITUNES BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!") and several months later, when smcc has already been eliminated from choral competition in an earlier round, jack is nominated for SEVERAL grammys including best album, song of the year, and best new artist

when the time comes he takes his parents and bitty on the red carpet which, everyone keeps being like "who are you here with jack?" and he's like "my family and my good friend :)" and yes it is awkward

jack wins... all three awards. it's the comeback everyone is stoked to see and when his third win is announced, he and bitty are so elated that they kiss before he goes to accept the award

his speech is basically just "um... wow. thank you. i just kissed my boyfriend on live tv. this is amazing and i'm so humbled. i'd like to thank my boyfriend and georgia and marty and my parents and my friends and my boyfriend"

obviously the press has a FIELD DAY with this but bitty & jack are honestly vibing and so happy that it doesn't matter untiiiillll bitty's mom calls and he has to tell her "mama i'm gay and i'm going on tour with jack this summer okloveyoubye"

the last few months of bitty's junior year pass quickly and he's voted student director which is a huge honor considering how much he struggled with stage fright and confidence & how he'll now be stepping into ransom & holster's shoes

r&h and lardo all graduate (the smcc basically crashes the art school graduation and all scream when lardo gets her diploma lmao), which is a bittersweet occasion and they all do a bit of tearing up

that summer bitty goes on tour across the u.s. & canada with jack and his touring band (snowy is a bassist, tater is a drummer and poots does backing guitar, he also brings nursey to play violin on a few songs) as well as georgia who's there to manage logistics

and tour is so fun & chaotic with many bi and rainbow flags in the audience that end up thrown on stage and draped around jack's neck and they spend so many nights in the bus drinking and laughing and fooling around on the guitars and bitty's uke and exploring new cities bitty has never been to before and it's the freest bitty has felt in a long time

summer ends though, and jack leaves for the uk/europe leg of the tour, and with the new school year brings a few new members- river "bully" bullard (voice like gregory alan isakov), a music therapy major who draws his own cover art for his songs, lukas "louis" landmann (like jr jr), an electronic production and design major with a penchant for EDM, and johnathan "hops" hopper (like keiynan lonsdale), a film scoring major who wants to write music for movies and video games

bitty meets and befriends some of the other student directors- shruti, sd of the women’s contemporary chorus; sharon, sd of the chamber choir; and edgar, sd of jazz ensemble (even chad l., sd of the all-male a cappella group)

senior year passes similarly to the comic; coach visits and sees one of bitty’s competitions, jack comes to madison for christmas, smcc does well in competition and goes to regionals etc

however… bitty keeps putting off and putting off gathering the songs for his senior recital

he has a hard time doing that because he’s so focused on the group and making sure they’re performing well and as they advance in competition, everything else starts to fall away

eventually the rest of the smcc has to lock away his uke and change his youtube password and FORCE him to choose songs for it and start preparing because he cannot graduate without doing this recital and doing well on it

he chooses (of course) a beyonce song, a few of his own songs, an ellie goulding song, and an adele song

with all that his breath hitches and his hands shake before he goes on stage, he does really well and his voice instructor prof atley tears up a little in the audience as does his mom

meanwhile smcc goes to semifinals, then finals, of the national collegiate choral competition they participate in

and i imagine bitty faces somewhat less homophobia in this au because i mean, he’s in the performing arts, but i think it’s still there and he also faces a good amount of classism from richer students and performers who think they’re better because they had the resources and money to be performing professionally from a very young age, and he has been practicing via filming himself on a shitty camcorder and posting it to youtube

but they still get there! and the national finals are fucking HUGE and a big deal and a little overwhelming

bitty’s stage fright is Present because this is the biggest stage and the biggest stakes he's ever had and he has a big solo in one of their songs so if he fucks up, he fucks up a national championship for his whole group and school

luckily though, when he steps on the stage with his best friends and sees his boyfriend and family and smcc alums in the audience and they perform their first song, a high-energy pop medley that always gets the crowd going, everything seems to melt away and it's just him living in this moment and singing his heart out

when it gets to the next song and his solo, he forgets to be nervous and belts it out, getting screams of approval from the audience when he finishes

(dex and nursey do have a duet together that they had to practice for many long nights in the practice rooms alone but that's neither here nor there)

their time on stage seems to last both hours and no time at all and then they're done, the crowd gives them a standing ovation and it's at least 30% r&h & shitty's hooting and hollering and jack's enthusiastic clapping that makes bitty & the others beam with pride

then it's just waiting, giddy and nervous beyond belief in their green room, for the judging to be over

after what feels like forever they're back on stage, arms linked together waiting and hoping for their name to be called and it is, they win and it feels like years have built up to this moment, and bitty tears up because years ago when he was fainting from anxiety at having to perform in front of people he never could've imagined that he'd do this, that he'd be the student director that led them to a championship

they get the trophy and a ridiculous amount of flowers from their loved ones and they all are just in giddy disbelief that this is happening, they're national champs!!! they are the best choir boys in the nation!!

they come home and the rest of the school year passes by so quickly that it's very suddenly graduation and bitty can't believe his college career at samwell is over 😢

(he and ollie and wicky take pictures together, o&w talk about how excited they are to devote full time attention to their band & wedding planning and bitty's just like wait you're gay??)

bitty got plenty of offers from record companies but he likes his freedom of creativity and he has a built in fanbase from doing youtube all these years so he decides to make an album independently (jack helps him produce & master it 🥰)

when bitty's album comes out about a year later, full of bops about being gay and in love and having struggled but come out the other side more confident than ever, it doesn't get any grammy nominations- and he didn't expect or need that.

what it does do is it resonates. it makes the rounds in youtube and queer internet circles; people his age reach out to him saying this is the music they wish they had as a kid and kids reach out to him saying he's a role model and they're so glad to have his music to listen to. his album is written about as an underrated gem that shines with queer brilliance and is sure to start a party when it comes on.

his parents may not fully understand the road he's chosen for himself but they're still so proud and promote the album as hard as any of his loyal fans (especially the one country-inspired song on the album that he wrote and dedicated to them).

and jack, jack who saw this album from its infancy to its release date, who took the film photo that ended up being the album cover, who worked with bitty to make sure his vision was realized exactly how he wanted it to be, is proud beyond words.

jack starts using his semi-abandoned twitter again to tweet "stream [album name]" every day and bitty retweets them sometimes, with just a "this boy. ❤"

and they're happy. they're good. they have come so far and they are reaping the rewards of all the hard work they put in to make the music that they truly love.

the end :)

#check please #omgcp #samwell college of music au #mine #my writing #eric bittle #jack zimmermann #omgcp fic #check please fic #zimbits #uhh idk what else to tag #this fucking thing is like 4.1k words i'm-#i hope you enjoy it (and reblog it!) bc i've been working on this for literal years #i know i'll never actually write it as a longform fic so here's a bullet pt fic instead #pls let me know your thoughts i have so many things to say about this au

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temporary bliss | j.sc

Member | jung sungchan (nct) + female!reader Rating | m Genre + Tropes | idol!sungchan, asssistant!reader, fwb!au, romance (smut, slight angst) Warning(s) | explicit language, sexual content (pwp, oral [m +f receiving], nipple play, face fucking, doggy, cowgirl, missionary), sungchan is a fuck boi and reader is dumb smh Length | 4.1k+ Prompts | ‘After Midnight’ by WayV for the Event # 3: Song Association - Risqué hosted by the Neo Smut Collective network! Please go check out the other wonderful works in the event and check out the whole network if you get the chance <333 Playlist | After Midnight - WayV // Temporary Bliss - The Cab

Summary | The closest you can get to Jung Sungchan being yours is after midnight.

(Or; when it comes to Sungchan, you take what you can get.)

Note: hi!! it’s a bit late, but it’s here !!! this is the i’ve never really written super explicit smut before, so this is by far the filthiest thing i’ve written ;; i originally wanted to do some sort of cinderella!au or something, but i couldn’t think of a sufficient plot, so i came up with this instead haha. maybe i’ll visit the cinderella!au in the future. please let me know what you think! it would mean a lot to me haha

It’s late when you’re finally able to call it a day.

Your muscles creak and ache in ways that it shouldn’t for your age and your feet hiss from the constant running around to tend to errands and preparing props and make up. The elevator of your apartment complex has been down all week, so you’re forced to trudge the three floor trek against your will. When you finally make it to your door, your phone buzzes with a text notification and you’re tempted to toss it over your shoulder. It’s been a long day and you want nothing more than a hot shower before flinging yourself onto your bed.

You want to ignore it, but you know the photoshoot is coming up soon and everything is on a tight schedule. The slightest mishap will throw everything out of order and since you’re at the bottom of the totem pole, you know the magazine editors and photographers will take out their wrath on you.

You heave a sigh and jam in your apartment key with misdirected anger as you open the text.

[23:41] 0XX-XXX-XXXX: you free tonight?

It’s an unsaved number, but you know exactly who it is. You suck in a deep breath in spite of yourself. Your body is prickling in anticipation as you mindlessly scroll up through the past text history with the number.

It all unfolds the same. He texts first and you reply each and every time. You’re not proud of yourself, but you can’t help it. Tonight is no different.

Your fingers dance across the keyboard on their own accord and you bite your lip thinking about how you have to be at the studio tomorrow at 06:00 sharp.

[23:43]: yeah.

Yes. It’ll be fine. You can make time. You always do.

The little grey text bubble with the three flashing dots pop up immediately and you find yourself feeling embarrassingly giddy at the sight of it.

[23:44] 0XX-XXX-XXXX: cool. same place, same time?

So much for a hot shower and much needed sleep. You waste no time in replying. Playing hard to get and coy with him gets you nowhere and you’ve accepted it.

[23:45]: works for me. see you there

A bolded ‘Read at 23:45’ appears in the corner of your message and you don’t get another reply from him after.

You quietly make your way to your room, as to not wake up your roommate, and you beeline straight for the shower. The hot water trickles over your body and you swear you can melt entirely, but you don’t allow yourself the luxury of enjoying it. The motel is a twenty minute walk from your place, so you need to hurry. You spritz on perfume before throwing on a quick outfit and a cap before you grab your keys and make your way out for the night. You used to put much more thought and care in your wardrobe when it first started, but you realized the clothes you meticulously picked out never stayed on long enough to be appreciated anyway.

The night is chilly and you adjust your mask for a more snug fit over your face.

Late night texts and substandard motels are not things you would expect to be associated with Jung Sungchan, but here you are making haste across dark alleys underneath a starless Seoul skyline.

It was just a few months ago when the two of you were strangers.

Jung Sungchan was the latest model for the pictorial your mentor was spearheading for Allure in partnership with Dr.G. You were a newly hired assistant with only a few months time of wetting her toes in the magazine business. The work was tough and the pay abysmal. There were more menial tasks, such as fetching coffee and ordering lunch, than you’d like, but you understood the industry and knew how competitive it was. You were young and you were willing to bite your tongue in order to climb to the top.

It was his first real third party photoshoot, so he was stiff, but still polite nonetheless. His skin was alabaster and he towered over the bustling staff who were in charge of styling and make up. He was very handsome, but you weren’t exactly swept off your feet at the sight of him. Working with various models day in and day out made you immune to a pretty face, no matter how pretty Jung Sungchan’s was.

At least that’s what you thought. You didn’t realize how taken you were with him until the celebration party after the successful shoot. The shoot took close to 20 hours to finish in its entirety and everyone was in a drinking mood. The party was at rented loft and spanned the entire night. Three hours and multiple bottles of soju in, you found yourself next to the man of the hour.

It’s a little hazy, but somehow after exchanging conversation and a few, okay, maybe a lot more, drinks, you found yourself in bed with him. Jung Sungchan was a little too charming to resist and before you knew it, the two of you crossed the line.

You were sure you’d be in the biggest of trouble, but all the staff was plastered and you thanked every higher being that you could think of for getting away unscathed. Your indiscretion would stay nothing more than just that, and you could go back to living your life as if you hadn’t just bedded one of the new members of NCT.

But here you are, at said motel where you’d agree to meet Sungchan the first time after that night and the very same motel where you two have agreed to meet at every time.

“Is the queen suite available for three hours?”

The man at the front desk didn’t even lift his eyes from the computer screen to meet yours. “Yeah, you know the hourly rate right?”

“I do.” You say as you handed over the appropriate amount of bills.

He counts the bills and finally hands over your room key when satisfied.

You make your way to the room, the path practically muscle memory at this point. The room is moderate sized with scant decorations, but the mattress plush and bathroom clean. That’s what Sungchan likes most about this place.

You plop yourself on the mattress after placing your cap and face mask on the nightstand. The neon green of the clock reads ‘00:19’ and you know he’ll be here soon enough.

This relationship, no, this arrangement the two of you have is dangerous and you’re not stupid enough to not know. The risks involved far outweigh any possible benefit, but the one benefit was being close to Jung Sungchan, so you allow yourself to play with fire a little longer.

You were never one to mix business with pleasure, but a random text a few weeks after the Dr.G shoot has you biting your words. Now you’re at the whim of Jung Sungchan. He texts. You answer. You two meet up at the same motel. You usually pay for the room, but he’ll pay if he gets there first. You two fuck. He leaves first. He always leaves first. It’s the same song and dance, but your heart cracks just the tiniest bit each time, but when he texts, you answer.

The clock reads ‘00:24’ when you hear a quiet knock on the door. You take a quick breath to steady yourself before opening the door. It’s been weeks since you’ve seen him and the sight of him at the door frame of a dimly lit motel is no less breathtaking.

Sungchan wastes no time when he sees you. He pulls you in for a rough kiss and you stumble slightly before steadying yourself against him. He haphazardly closes the door and locks it clumsily without ceasing to kiss you once.

This is how it is with him. All efficiency and no pleasantries. Jung Sungchan knows what he wants and gets it.

He backs you on to the mattress and you fall back, the mattress sinking with your weight and some of his as your hair is splayed back on the white sheets. He gives himself a moment and drinks in the sight of you before diving back down and kissing your neck.

“How long did you reserve the room for?” He asks between kisses as he makes quick work of your clothes.

You grab at his shirt and try to unbuckle his belt before answering, “three hours.”

“Hm,” he pulls back to take off his shirt. Your shorts are halfway off at your knees and your shirt’s gone too, your bra is exposed to his appreciative gaze. “I have an early start tomorrow. I have to leave earlier than usual.”

“That’s fine.” Disappointment pools at the bottom of your belly and you grab his face to pull him into another kiss. It’s wet and unrestrained, your tongue against his, but it does little to dispel your negative feelings. Sungchan groans against you, deepening the kiss while absolutely clueless to the sinking feeling in your body.

You want to yell at him and kick him out. If he couldn’t stay long then why come at all. Why text you in the first place. You had an early start too. You just finished a 18 hour work day and you’re fucking tired too. You want to scream and shout, but you don’t.

You’re nothing more than a coward, so you bite his bottom lip in frustration, but that just gets him more riled up and you feel his growing erection strain against his jeans.

“Fuck,” he lets out. “You’re so sexy today.”

You’re a little annoyed that he’s enjoying it, so you grab his head by the hair to be at eye level with him. You’re careful not to pull too hard despite your anger. His pretty face and every pretty little hair on his head has always been your weakness.

Sungchan stares back at you, eyes brimming with unbridled lust and your resolve falters just the slightest bit, but you bite it back.

“Eat me out.” You demand.

His eyes are unwavering as pulls you in for another rough kiss. When you start to match his rhythm, he abruptly pulls back. You’re embarrassed at the way your neck arched toward him to chase his retreating lips.

“Sure,” he says as he completely pulls off your shorts. “I’ll gladly eat you out.”

Your panties are soaked and it may have been because you were so excited at the prospect of seeing him for the first time in a while after weeks without hearing from him, but you’ll never admit it out loud.

“Aw babe,” he teases with a quick swipe of his finger over your aching folds. “Look at how wet you are. All wet for me, right?”

You look away as you keep your mouth sealed. You’ll never let him have that kind of satisfaction over you.

Sungchan chuckles to himself at your little show of defiance before he gets to work. His tongue laps at your core and he switches up the pressure just the way you like it. He eats you out like a man starved and makes his hand useful by stimulating your clit simultaneously. Your hands are threaded through his locks and your toes curl. Sungchan knows exactly how you like it from your many hook ups and he has you seeing stars in no time. Your body writhes underneath him, but he’s unrelenting against your pussy. He doesn't stop fully simulating you until you’ve fully ridden the extent of your climax.

Your chest is heaving and your skin sticky with a slight sheen of sweat.

“So fast today,” he mutters. He makes direct eye contact as he licks his fingers dry.

“Shut up, I’m just pent up that’s all.” You snicker.

“Did you miss me?” he asks before capturing your lips for another kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, but you pay little mind as you match his fervor. His lithe finger works hard to unclasp your bra to have you entirely exposed to him. He admires your body in all its beauty and places a peck over your collarbone. “Just admit you missed me.”

“I didn’t.” You lie. Your body is sensitive from your high and you flinch as his hands ghost over your torso. He peppers kisses all the way down to your breasts and skillfully takes a nipple in his mouth and rolls the other between his fingers. You gasp out loud and your body arches to meet him. You can feel him grinning against you and you kind of hate yourself.

“Aw, don’t be like that.” His words sound as if he’s hurt, but his cheeky tone is impossible to miss. “Cause I missed you, babe.”

Your throat goes dry and he moves his mouth over the other nipple to give it the same treatment. You decide to say nothing and just allow yourself to give into his ministrations. By the time he’s done, your nipples are sensitive to the max and your core is aching.

You kiss him again, wanting nothing more to be close to him and he kisses you back greedily. It’s messy with no hint of grace, but it gets the job done. Sungchan pulls away first, his words raspy and strained. “Suck me off.”

You want to argue, but he’s already taking off his pants and urging you to get on your knees.

Sungchan is sitting on the edge of the bed with you snug between his legs. His cock stands stiff and proud as he looks at you expectedly. You act annoyed, but you do as he says regardless.

You start with a quick kiss on the tip before making long drawn out licks on all sides of his cock. Once satisfied, you decided to take him in. You bob your head along his length and alternate between taking it in and pressured licks. You grab his balls and fondle him gently where he likes it. You also learned what he likes from all the clandestine escapades you two shared.

You also learn that Sungchan is loud in bed.

“Fuck,” he groaned. He grips your hair tightly as he guides your head and whenever you do something he’s especially fond of, he likes to stroke his thumbs against your cheek in praise. “You’re always so good, babe.”

His words edge you on and you find yourself wanting to please him more. You’re more turned on than ever and you use your free hand to finger yourself. You feel tightly wound and crave some form of release.

“Oh my god,” Sungchan rasps. “Are you touching yourself right now?”

You take him all the way in as a reply. His dick is touching the back of your throat and you firmly make a fist with your thumb wrapped around your fingers to suppress your gag reflex. You take him as far as you can and your nose just misses his navel by the slightest bit. His hips buck against your mouth and you do your best not to choke.

“Baby,” he hisses against you as he holds your face in place. His hips are moving again and you feel tears prick your eyes as drool comes out from the both sides of your mouth. “You’ve always looked the prettiest between my legs with my dick in your mouth.”

He fucks into your face for just a few more strokes before pulling you off. “I want to come in your pussy, babe.”

Sungchan’s words have a wild edge to them, but you can barely register them as you’re coughing. Your throat feels raw and you wobble at your feet as you make you way back on the bed. He’s putting on a condom as you get into position. You know he always likes to take you from the back first, with your face in the pillow and your ass up in the air.

You grab a pillow to prop under you for support and you allow yourself to slump over for a few seconds of rest. Just a moment later, you can feel Sungchan looming over you.

“I love how you know just what I like,” he hums as his tip teases the edge of your lips. “Saves so much time.”

“Just fuck me.” You’re exasperated and so desperately horny for him.

He does what you say. Sungchan sinks into you and gives you just time to adjust to his length. You’ve been too busy to even play with your toys, so you haven’t had any stimulation down there at all. You feel stretched out, but in the most delicious way. Sungchan starts moving before you give him the okay, and normally you’d be pissed, but god does it feel so fucking good.

His grip is tight and painful as he holds onto your hips while he rams into you. His pace is intense and delicious. You drown yourself in Sungchan.

“Shit,” you moan. You don’t like to stroke his already massive ego, but he has you feeling delirious. “So good. Feels so fucking good.”

“What was that?” He taunts. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“Fuck you.” you spit.

His pace halts to an aching stop and you feel like crying. His cock is all the way in and he leans over your body. His hand reaches over to play with you clit as he whispers in your ear. “That’s not very nice. I just couldn’t hear very well, that’s all. No need to be so nasty, you know it hurts my feelings.”

You try to buck against Sungchan, but he uses his free hand to keep your hips in place and his other plays with your clit even harder. He bites your shoulder blade and you think tears really are going to come out.

“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.” You cry. “Stop being such a fucking dick and just fuck me until I can’t think.”

Sungchan freezes against you for the slightest bit, before you can feel him slide out of you. You expect him to ram into you and fuck you senseless for being so disrespectful, but you feel the mattress shift as he lies down next to you.

“You really are so mean, babe.” His eyes twinkle as he looks at your confused face. “I don’t think I’m really in the mood anymore, you really hurt my feelings this time.”

Your mind goes blank at the loss of his heat. It’s a lie of course, his dick is ramrod straight and aching to fuck you again, but fuck you’re just too damn horny to think straight.

“I’m s-sorry” You splutter. It’s pathetic how easy you give into him and fall into his traps. “I said you’re good, so fucking good. So don’t make a liar of me and just fuck me.”

“I will,” You sigh in relief, but you jolt up when he finishes his sentence. “But only if you ride me first.”

The shock you feel leaves you speechless and he eggs you on even more. “What is it, babe? Don’t know how to ride a dick?”

You know exactly what kind of stupid game he’s trying to pull, but your pussy desperately needs to be filled, so fine. You’ll play his game and beat him in process.

You climb on top of Sungchan, your knees on both sides of his hips as your dripping pussy hovers over the tip of his cock. You can feel him twitch in anticipation. He’s looking up at you with a cocky little smile, but you can see the dangerous glint in his eyes that’s full of need. You had more fight in you, but his look erases it all. You take your right hand to line up his length at your entrance while your left hand steadies your body. When you sink on his dick, the both of you groan simultaneously.

You rock against him slowly as you experiment where to put your hands to maximise your control. Once you’ve settled into a steady rhythm that has the both of your going crazy, you’re relentless on top of his cock. He has one hand on your hip to guide you while the other plays with your clit.

All types of noises and expletives escape your mouth as you near your high. “Yeah,” you pant. “Just like that, Sungchan. Keep touching me like that.”

He groans under you and grips your hip even harder as you reach your second orgasm. You slump over his body, your hair stuck against your slick back. You roll off his body out of breath and Sungchan sits up over you to kiss you. It’s leisure and languid and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. He allows you to do as you wish, but he pulls back shortly after.

“Ready for more?” He asks.

“What?” Your mind is a little slow after two orgasms.

“I didn’t come yet.” He reminds you.

“Right.”

Sungchan takes off the condom and strokes his dick slowly. It’s still stiff and you realize you don’t mind another round.

“Yeah, sure.” You agree.

“I’ll give you a treat for riding me, babe.” He grins as he puts on a fresh condom. “You can pick the position.”

You mull over your choices. Your body is sensitive to the max right now, so you don’t need that much more stimulation. You finally decide. “Missionary.”

“Sure.” He says while setting up a pillow for you. You lie down slowly as he moves to position himself.

Sungchan enters you with ease and once he’s all the way in, you wrap your legs around his waist. He grabs the other pillow and motions you to raise your hips before placing it under your hips for a better angle. He rocks into you at a moderate speed before picking up his pace. There are other positions that make you see stars, but nothing beats the intimacy of missionary. Sungchan is the closest to being yours in this position, so you allow yourself to indulge.

You wrap your arms around his neck for another kiss and this one is soft and sweet. Sungchan returns it in the same manner and you allow yourself to think of him as your lover and your lover alone in that brief moment.

“I’m about to come,” he grunts against your mouth. “Can I come?”

You nod and he hugs you tight before bucking his hips in a near frenzied pace. You can feel him reach his high as his body stutters against yours. Sungchan collapses on you shortly after and you both heave your chest in synch. You revel in the post-orgasm bliss with Sungchan, but it never lasts long.

He moves to extricate your sweaty bodies and you want to ask him to stay in bed a little longer, but you don’t. He removes the condom and makes a little knot before tossing it in the trash bin.

“I’m going to wash first, ‘that cool with you?” Sungchan asks as if you have a say in the matter. As if he isn’t already in the bathroom and turning on the shower as the words leave his mouth.

But you know your role and you play the part. “Go ahead.”

You know Sungchan can’t hear you anyway because he shut the bathroom door before you can reply.

The sound of the shower fills the room as you look up at the ceiling. You allow yourself to rest for a few more minutes before rolling over to see the clock reading ‘01:59.’ You take a complimentary towel to give yourself a preliminary clean before your turn in the shower. He’s never asked to shower together once.

When Sungchan is done, he leaves the shower looking fresh, but smelling of cheap motel shampoo. It’s another thing that you’ve come to associate with Jung Sungchan.

He gathers his things from the nightstand and you make your way to the shower.

“Hey,” Sungchan calls over his shoulder just as you reach the bathroom. “I’ll see you again?”

No.

This isn’t any good for you. You can’t just keep crawling back from for a quick climax and a few minutes of intimacy. You can’t let him use you in whatever way he wants just in exchange for a few kisses. You can’t keep being at his beck and call and drop everything to give him a quick release. You have your own life and schedule too. You want more than what he can give, so stop doing this to yourself and cut it off.

“Yeah, just text me.”

masterlist.

#neosmutsongs #neosmutcollective #neowritingsnet #cznnet #nctcreations #nct scenario #nct fanfic #nct smut #sungchan scenario #sungchan fanfic #sungchan smut

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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Hey... *slide some bills* so about the fluff of facilier You know..

And since I see you are in the art of writing lemon maybe idk *more bills* add a little of that if you want?

I leave you to think about it

You want some fluff? You want some LEMON?? ALRIGHT.

SFW!!;

You can always be physical with him. Punch his side, hold his hand, grab his ass- he's not very bothered. Though warning if you give him a hug that clearly means something, he uh. Might not let go.

Shadowman loves to cook. He got his recipes from his mom, and let me tell you, my dude makes a GOOD po boy, and a mean bananas foster. And hes very generous with his portions- honestly thats the real reason his stomach pokes out of his suit, because my dude just knows food that well.

He does most of the cooking. But if you offer HIM food, well...he's honestly very flattered. Makes the snake as cuddly as a hamster, if only for a minute. Seriously, share things with him, he's mush.

He loves exploring with you, and he's drawn to sprt of hole in the wall type locations. If it's empty, maybe a little creepy, he's interested. Makes not a single date boring.

Having said that, he's not at ALL scared of being in public. He's a smooth talker, and can easily make his way into any event for free, especially if you bat your pretty little eyes at him and ask nicely.

He LOVES to go singing/dancing. With you, he likes the more...risqué songs. But he'll play nice. Until you leave, at least.

He likes to tease, a lot. He thinks your angry face is adorable, and he pinches your cheek when you just wanna punch his stupid pretty face.

Not a bad partner if you have kids. He loves those little shits, and can entertain them (and you) with simple magic. Don't expect too much strictness though, that's not his jam.

When he loves a certain space/person, he decorates them. Rooms that are his are VERY busy, and unless you tell him otherwise, he'll start to decorate your things till its an absolute mess of cute/creepy things.

One of his decorative methods is sewing/drawing. He hand makes his voodoo dolls afterall, so he's pretty talented.

Because of this, you have pretty weird gifts on hand. Rabbits foot, mojo bags- you WILL leave the house with some kind of good luck charm.

If he's not working, you pretty much gotta deal with him. Be it his whistling, him moving your things, or even his shadow just acting like an attention seeking child.

NSFW!!;

Ask him to steal you pretty things. Seriously, he loves it. The more expensive, the better. One time you said you liked the jewelry of a clearly well off woman- you got a total 'copy' the next day.

Don't expect any nice gifts to come honorably. He's sorta flat fucking broke. He WISHES he had the money to pamper you, really he does.

Flirts. Heavy. In public if you let him, he doesn't care who listens. And yes, this ALSO includes groping. And his hands are sneaky too, they find their way to all sorts of places, especially if they're sensitive.

Romantic wise? You're his one and only. Physically? He can't be loyal. Total whore. He tells you about it though, and often times he gets ideas for you.

Ideal for voice kinks. He can purr just right in your ear, in JUST the right way-you almost dont notice his hand sneaking in between your legs.

He has a frenum piercing on his dick. Loves it when you give it just a LITTLE tug.

Play with his hair. Give it just a little tug after petting it- his ass is dragging you to the room, pronto.

King at fingering. Gender be dammed, my guy can find any nook and cranny to get you squirming, and he abuses it. He's awful, and LOVES it when you call him that.

His shadow joins in like, all the time. Keeps you from moving, holds your hands behind your back, pushes your head down onto his dick, he's pushy, mischievous, and had a habit of stealing your clothes.

He has a voodoo doll of you. You thought it was cute at first. Then you realized he takes his frustration out on it when he can't find you. If you're apart, and he's NEEDY, he plays with it. And you can feel every single touch. Every stroke of his thumb against your lips, the very heat of his body against yours. You were at work once, and he was SO needy, he humped the hell out of the poor doll, and you felt every single thrust. You came in your seat, and he reminds you often.

Shadow sort of does the same thing. He takes your shadow, and gets you to touch yourself for his amusement.

Likes being rough with you. Grabbing your arms/thighs too hard, holding onto your throat- he makes bruises, and often.

Praises you where it's due. "Good job, sugar" is a common phrase he coos to you.

He's flexible. Can and will fuck in any place, any position, and honestly, in front of anyone.

Mostly tops. But if you convince him to bottom, hes so lazy about it. But he DOES squirm more, if that's what you're into.

#not transformers #dr.facilier #Dr.Facilier #asks #lemon #i hopped on this like as SOON as i got it #can you tell I've been thinking about this

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fa1ryofshampoo · 3 years

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hii! i was wondering if you could do a smut request for heeseung please? where him and the reader are basically always getting cockblocked by the other members leaving both of y’all fed up(especially heeseung). until one day all the boys leave, so heeseung takes out his pent up anger? (i don’t know how describe it lol) on the reader. you can make it as detailed as you want!

thank you and have a great day! <3

hello! here it is! i enjoyed writing this aaA, i hope i did okay here huhu thank you for the request and stay safe! 💟

Thirsty

pairing: lee heeseung x reader

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Today, I have the whole afternoon to myself. Thanks to the strength and power I had I was able to finish the tasks up until noon time. I lie down my bed and scrolled through my phone when my boyfriend's name appeared on my screen, a call incoming.

"Heedeungie." He chuckled at my cute voice.

"Y/N, how are you? Are you busy?"

"I'm good, I'm not busy. I have finished my tasks so I have the rest of the day to spare." I responded.

"Would you like to come over here? I cooked something for the two of us since the boys are all out." I sensed some shyness in his voice on the last sentence. A smile formed on my lips because of my boyfriend's thoughtfulness.

"Okay! I'll text you once I'm near there." We both said our goodbyes and I went to change clothes. Since I'm on the mood to wear something fancier than just jeans and a shirt, I went for a casual dress and a denim jacket matched with my boots. I brushed my hair and gave my pout a touch of my favorite lip tint before I stepped out of my apartment. Dang, it's cold.

While sitting on the bus, I tought of the times me and Heeseung spent on their dorm. Most of the time, the two of us will watch movies or play board games that will eventually end up to us making out in their room. Heeseung, as my first boyfriend, is clingy. He will not hesitate to make the first move and make me feel things I haven't felt before and I love that. One day, when we thought about finally having sex after and when we first tried to do it, Jungwon suddenly knocked on the room saying that the foods they ordered were there already. I remember clearly how hard he was at that time, how I sat on his erection restricted by his boxers and how my school skirt was bunched up to my waist, ready for what was about to happen. But although Heeseung is clingy, he gets pretty flustered easily. That's why when we got interrupted, I know we won't be able to continue anymore. When I came there another time, Heeseung forgot to lock the door so Sunghoon suddenly barged in, thinking the two of us are just chillin' because he heard songs playing inside. But then again, we were almost discarding our clothes. And again, we're interrupted.

Just everytime, every single time we would want to have sex, something has to come up and take away the moment from the both of us. I noticed how Heeseung was flustered and shy the first time it happened and how he was disappointed the last time we got interrupted. I'm wondering if the same thing will happen today even if the boys are out.

I finally saw the familiar sight of their dorm so I went down the bus and texted Heeseung that I'm about to cross the road. Before I could even cross the road, Heeseung was already outside waiting for me. When I reached him he immediately embraced me. He smells so freakin' good, goodness gracious. He wore just plain white shirt and a black baggy sweatpants. His hair now black with an almost mullet making him even more attractive. Can he get even more attractive?

"Someone missed me so much, the stares are melting me." I lightly slapped his arm making him laugh.

When I entered the dorm, Heeseung closed the door and trapped me between his arms, devouring my mouth. I was a bit surprised but immediately responded to the kiss. His hands ran down my hands and I can feel him taking his time. We're not rushing things and we're letting our bodies move accordingly. To my dismay, my stomach grumbled in the middle of our make out sesh. Heeseung opened his eyes, chuckling after he realized my stomach complained. I looked at him apologetically and before I could say anything, Heeseung opened his mouth to speak. "It's okay, Y/N. I know I prepared food and before they get cold and you collapse from hunger let's eat now." No wonder I had a big time crush on him up until now.

After eating the foods he prepared, he took my hand and played some upbeat songs to dance jam with. We continued to dance and converse until we finally felt like sitting already. We sat on the couch and decided to drink some soju.

"Time flies so fast, it's already four in the afternoon. When will the boys come home?" I asked him while he poured me a drink.

"Jungwon, Sunoo and Ni-Ki will be home by nine I guess. They said they'll be having dinner outside. Sunghoon, Jake and Jay won't be home until tomorrow morning due to their personal errands." My mouth formed an 'o'. It's very rare that the boys go out and have time of their own.

"Thank you for spending your spare time with me. I really appreciate it." I raised my glass and took a shot of it. "Oh, shoot. That still hits!" My face grimaced with the taste of alcohol. Heeseung laughed at my expression. He know how low my alcohol tolerance is so he never lets me finish a bottle to myself. After a few more shots, I know that tipsy is enough so I stopped. Heeseung drank the remaining drink. Despite the cold weather, sweat formed on his temples. I took a good look at the sight in front of me. My boyfriend, gulping from the bottle, adam's apple shifting with every gulp, his shirt hanging low down to his chest, eyebrows furrowing from the aftertaste of the alcohol. Heavenly.

"You might drool, sweetheart." To my surprise, Heeseung was already mere centimeters away from my face. He played with the lace of the hem of my dress. "You dolled up for me today with this dress despite the fact we're staying at home and it's freezing cold outside." I can only look at him, too tempted of his actions. "I see you wore the lip tint I gave you. I was right when I thought it would suit you." His gaze went down to my lips. He held my hand and I squeezed it.

No words needed, he gave me wet kisses on my neck. "Do you know how much I waited to finally have time with you alone?" He managed to mumble while still kissing my jaw and everywhere else he could. I can feel he's getting impatient but he still made sure to savor every moment. I can only hum as a response. I turned his head to mine and kissed him. The taste and the flavor of the drink lingered everytime our tongues fought. "Your lips taste so good, Heeseung." He bit my bottom lip and held my hair to deepen the kiss. Fervor grew each and every minute, my denim jacket, his shirt and sweatpants now discarded while he held my thighs and I straddled him. He held onto my ass before standing up and giving it a sharp slap that made me yelp. I can feel the erection growing from his sweatpants. I rolled my hips to make my pooling core meet his member that made him groan. I noticed how his half-lidded eyes are now filled with so much lust.

"Heeseung, please just fuck me now." I continued to roll my hips in his. Growing impatient, he pinned me to the wall and bunched my dress up to my waist. He took his cock out and pushed my panties aside. He held my waist as I slowly sat down on his thick cock. When I was finally halfway, he thrusted up and picked up his pace immediately. His movements show how much he's thirsty to do this all along. Heeseung played and flicked my nipples with his tongue while kneading the other one. I didn't know how to react, all I know was the dorm was filled with our moaning noises. "You know how much I wanted to pound into you like this, hm? I know you wanted me to fuck you too huh don't you?" His brows furrowed while his eyes remained filled with lust. "Want me to fuck you real hard? Use your words baby."

"Yes, Heeseung please!" Tears started forming in my eyes from pleasure. "Yeah, I like that. Always say please, baby." I rolled my hips to meet his movements and moaned directly into his ear. I kissed the spot behind his ear making him moan. Heeseung opened their room and lay me down his bed without breaking our kiss and position. Once I was comfortably laying down, he took one of my legs up and placed it on his shoulders. I ran my hands on his well-built chest and his abs. I took time to admire my heavenly-looking boyfriend hungrily fucking me. "Fuck, Heeseung. You look so hot." I cannot contain it any longer. "You too, Y/N, you look hotter than hell." He pulled my dress up and throwing it somewhere in the room, leaving me with my underwear. He took away my bra and without a warning, he tore my panties not wanting to pull out from me. My mouth opened agape in surprise from him tearing my panty and his thrusts growing even faster, hitting a spot that made me emit a high-pitched moan. "Just like that, baby. Doing so good for me." He held onto my waist in the tightest way possible to hold me in place.

"So fucking tight." His growl made me unconsciously clench around him. He kneaded my breasts while the room was filled with the noise of our skin slapping, his growls and my moans. "Fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna cum." He continued to moan my name each time. I didn't know his thrusts could still grow faster and deeper, a knot forming in my stomach making me hold onto his bicep while moaning his name. He drew circles on my aching clit, enough to overstimulate me. It's so intense my legs were shaking and my toes curling. "Me too, Heeseung. I-I'm cumming." He kissed me and rode my high until his own high came, my name and curses leaving his mouth. He pulled out and came on my stomach.

After catching our breaths from the intensity, Heeseung got up to grab tissues and clean the mess. "Finally, no one interrupted us." I chuckled. "Yeah, finally. I was really looking forward to finally having you to myself, Y/N." He covered my body with blanket before lying down beside me. "It's cold, jagi. Please hug me~" This was his complete opposite minutes ago. I snuggled to his chest, bodies sweaty but none of us cared. He wrapped his arms around my body and hummed me a lull while caressing my hair. What an adorable yet thirsty baby, I thought.

#enhypen smut #enhypen #enhypen imagines #heeseung smut #lee heeseung #heeseung imagines #jungwon #sunghoon #jay #sunoo #shim jake #niki #heeseung x reader

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cuddlesslut · 3 years

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Part Eight: Hope

Atsumu x fem reader , Suna x fem Reader, Hinata x Fem reader

A/N: I’m so sorry it took so long to put out this chapter I’m gunna try to do better on posting faster. I’ve had a lot of stuff happening irl. I love see so many of your write in for the poll 😂 I did not expect Sakusa to pop off! I hope y’all like this chapter. Again it’s still kind of short but I wanted to get it posted. Also you can’t convince me Hinata doesn’t use an all in one cleanser!

Warning: crude language, not much angst, some fluff.

Part Seven: Regrets

Hinata stared at his phone questioning whether he should message you again. It had been four days since you ran out of his apartment. You had yet to respond to any of his texts. As concerned as he is he knows no good will come from spamming you. Although he wants nothing more than for you too talk to him. He was so confused where you both stood. But he was sure of one thing, and that was that things couldn’t go back to the way they were before. He can’t go back to pushing down his feelings and pretending he doesn’t want to be more. That he didn’t want to call you his and show you off to the world. To take you out on dates try new experiences and make memories with you. He can’t keep acting like he doesn’t dream of waking up to you in his arms every morning. He wants to be there with you every step in life and support you no matter what. He wants to show you that you are the most amazing woman he’s ever known. As much as the sex is amazing it’s not worth holding back anymore. He knows you may still not be ready for a relationship and he wouldn’t think about pressuring you into one after how horribly your last ended, he’d gladly wait for you to be ready but he has to be honest with his feelings instead of torturing himself.

The sound of his alarm snapped him out of his daze. Time to get ready for practice, he groaned pulling himself from the comfort of his bed before heading to the shower to start his day. He shuffled in the bathroom hooking up his phone to his Bluetooth speaker starting up with morning playlist beginning his morning routine. He loved jamming in the shower. He turned the water on letting the heat build as he brushed his teeth before climbing into the steaming shower bopping his head to the beat of silhouette by Kana-boon having to refrain himself from attempting to naruto running in the slippery bath. He stood there for a moment enjoying the heat hitting his back and loosening his muscles. Losing himself in the music as he grabbed his three in one, body wash, shampoo and conditioner. He scrubbed his hair and body screaming the lyrics to the next song. “Sawaras nai kimi wa shojo wa na no Boku wa yarichinbitchi no osu da yo !!,” he was jamming out when the song was interrupted by the sound of a notification. He thought nothing of it figuring it was just Bokuto-San. When the chimes continue his curiosity won out as he peeked out passed the curtain still covered in bubbles to see who was spamming his phone. His eyes grew wide as he saw your name lighting up his notifications. He rushed for his phone loosing his balance and slamming the shower wall to keep himself from falling on his ass as he scrambled out still dripping and soapy as he stood in bathroom unlocking his phone.

YN-Chan 🧡: Hey Shoyo

YN-Chan🧡: you’re usually up by now so I thought I’d message you to say I’m soo soo sorry for how I ran out the other day.

YN-Chan🧡: honestly I should have messaged you days ago but I’ve just been dealing with a lot . It’s no excuse but still I’m sorry.

YN-Chan 🧡: look I totally understand if you don’t want talk to me after how I acted but if you do I was hoping we could get together and talk?

Hinata could see the text bubble at the bottom showing she was typing but he wasted no time pulling up the call button needing to here your voice. It rang two times before connecting. His heart clinched hearing your soft hello.

“Hey Sho,” you answered.

“Hey there YN-Chan,” he greeted back.

He could here a sense of nervousness in your tone. “Hey sorry if interrupted anything.” He realized how hard he was breathing from excitement and from nearly dying trying to escape his shower.

“Oh no no, its fine I wasn’t busy,” he feigned nonchalance. There was a beat of silence as you both searched for words.

“Umm you had said you wanted to talk?” He questioned. He was really concerned for why you ran off that day.

“Oh yeah but I’d much rather talk in person, is there anyway we could get together soon I understand if you’re busy,”

“I’m free tonight,” he cursed himself for how desperate he sounded, “uhh do you want to come over tonight?”

You chuckled at his eagerness. “If it’s okay with you maybe we could go out... to like dinner maybe,” his heart froze his mind reeling with excitement you had never gone out before. Always just opting to have food delivered and eating in. He couldn’t help but let his hopes rise.

“I know it’s not what we usually do so I get if you’re uncomfor-”

“I’d love to!” He cuts you off. Not wanting to miss this chance.

“A-awesome um is 7:30 good for you?” You questioned.

“Yep!” He could feeling his heart soaring as the plans started to solidify.

“Great well I’ll message you all of the details later, bye Sho umm I’ll see you tonight.”

“Goodbye YN-Chan, can’t wait!” He heard a small laugh leave your lips before the line disconnected. There is a wide smile spread across his face as leaning against the wall next to him not even upset that his shower water was now starting to run cold.

Hinata’s day was instantly better with thought of seeing you tonight the Idea of having a date with you filled him with joy. Everyone could see the difference in the outside hitter today compared to the last few practices. It’s was like he was in the zone. He was all over the court making the cleanest receives and his spikes were just so on point. It was time for there first water break and stretch. He sat on the bench taking a gulp of water a big smile present on his face when he checks his phone to see a message with a restaurant address. His teammates shared a look at the way the ginger stared at his phone.

“What’s got you so happy Hinata?” Sakusa questioned.

“Yeah Sho you’ve been on fire today plus you won’t stop smiling at your phone!” Bokuto boasted wrapping an arm around his newest teammate.

“That obvious huh?” Hinata grinned. “Well uhh the girl I’ve been talking to wants to go on a date tonight!”

“Oh yeah?” Atsumu smirked “the same girl that’s been marking up yer back recently?” Bokuto and the Setter busted into laughter when Hinata’s faced turned red. Sakusa rolled his eye at the childish behavior.

“Uh haha yeah that’s the one,” he chuckled rubbing the back of his head.

“Well if you’re already fuckin her why are you getting all giddy over a date?” The setter asked

“We’ve actually never been on date before,” Hinata admitted.

“Damn Sho, first date! Why’d you wait so long dude?” Bo wondered.

“Really Hinata-Kun I didn’t take you for the casual sex type,” Sakusa stated

“She’s a friend but I’ve like her pretty much since we met but she’s just not ready for a relationship,” he explains “ she has some bad history but we kept fooling around as friends. I’m so excited cause she asked if I wanted to get dinner so I’m hoping maybe she’s starting to open up to the idea.”

“Ha well good luck then bro,” Bokuto smacked him on the back laughing. The rest of them agreed in the well wishes before the whistle blew signaling the end of their break.

They resumed their intense training. Right now focusing on their serves and some indurance training. The coaches were wearing them out today going over and over drills. Soon enough they were in the locker room showering up a bit and changing as they got ready for their lunch break before they’d have to return to practice. The locker room filled with chatter as they discussed different plays they wanted to work on or where they wanted to grab lunch. There conversation was interrupted when one of the coaching assistants poked their head in.

“Miya-San your fiancé is here to see you, she waiting by the gym entrance.” He stated before turning to leave. All eyes were on the setter when he dropped his phone a look of shock present on his face. His mind was going a mile a minute he was so sure he miss heard the man . There was no way you were here. He stood up rushing to finish getting dressed. There was a pressure in the room he was ignoring some of his teammates sharing a confused look.

“I didn’t know you had a Fiancé Tsumu?” Hinata asked excitedly as the team started following behind the setter.

“That’s because he doesn’t,” Sakusa stated bitterly. Atsumu shot a dirty look back at the wing spiker.

“She left him months ago before you joined the team Shoyo-Kun, she’s are really nice girl though always brought us the best snacks when she’d visit,” Bokuto explained his hungry mind straying as he thought back to her delicious cooking.

“Oh I’m sorry Atsumu,” Hinata apologized.

“Don’t he deserved it,” Sakusa scoffed.

The setter paid no mind to comment there was no point in getting angry with the neat freak he was completely right. It didn’t matter at the moment what mattered was seeing you. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you standing there. You were even more beautiful than he remembered. You were looking at your hands picking at your nails. He could see you were nervous. So was he. What was he supposed to say he knew he owed you an apology and much more but it felt like he couldn’t breath looking at you. You looked up at him your eyes locking. There was a look he couldn’t quite pin point. It wasn’t exactly a look of hated which it was what he expected but it also nothing like the looks of love he used to receive. He didn’t even realize the boys had stopped behind him watching the scene. His eyes only focused on you and nothing else.

That is until he hears a sharp breath from behind him as Hinata called out your name. Bokuto and Sakusa’s eyes snapped to the ginger some confusion present. Atsumu however didn’t look away from you not even when you gaze shifted from the setter to his teammate. This look in your eyes he could distinguish. It was one you used to look at him with. It shattered Atsumu as he realized right then you were the woman Hinata had been talking about. It obvious when he saw a similar look of happiness on Shoyo’s face. It felt like a kick to the gut. An array of emotions swirling through his mind. He was hurt to think you moved on. Disgusted as he thought back to his earlier convo with the man and how they had discussed the scratches on his friends back and now realizing how they were from you. He felt like he was going to puke thinking of his teammate with you in that intimate way. But he knew he had no right to feel this way not after all he put you through so he pushed those emotions deep inside. Returning to the moment.

“Hi Sho,” you gave a small smile as you shuffled nervously in your spot.

“I thought we were getting dinner? We can switched to lunch if you need to tho.” He stated.

Sakusa and Bokutos eyes grew wide finally coming to the same conclusion the setter previously had. Sakusa had to stifle a laugh as Bo muttered “oh shit” under his breath at the awkward situation.

“Um actually Shoyo, I’d still like to get dinner with you. I know this must seem really confusing, and I promise to explain everything tonight, but uhh.. I actually here to see Miya-San.” You explain sheepishly.

Atsumu tried not to flinch at the use of his last name.

You turned to the blonde with a stoic face. “Can we get lunch, we really need to talk.” He nodded not knowing how to use his voice.

You turned back to Hinata with a pleasing look. “I’ll call you later before our date, Sho.” Before turning to leave with Tsumu.

Hinata may be beyond confused right now not yet connecting the dots. But that didn’t matter he couldn’t stop his heart from skipping. Date. It’s a date. He wasn’t overthinking or wishing hopefully. It was an actual date with you! The woman he can’t get out of his mind. And that one little comfort was enough for him to trust the situation as he watched you walk away.

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tamakissimp · 3 years

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bakusquad- relationship headcanons

request: @smexy-goose heLLO FRIEND. can i get hcs for the bakusquad boys and just how a relationship is like with them?? thank you so much!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

a/n: not me using Yagami Yato’s petnames ☺️ and you can really tell Sero’s my least fav oops

BAKUGOU:

Bakugou's s/o is the only person who won't be a victim to his harsh words

He won't even raise his voice, afraid that he'll scare them off

HOWEVER, he is a massive tease

"Are you blushing, teddybear?"

Lingering touches on your thighs and waist

Will pull you into a random, heated makeout session

Just as you're getting into it, he'll pull away

"What? Want more of me, baby?"

This. Man. Loves. PDA.

Even though he's self-conscious about how sweated he is, he'll still love holding your hand

He'll have you sitting on his lap, arms wrapped tightly around, planting soft kisses on your neck while he'll be yelling Kirishima's ears off at the same time

This dude loves cheesy dates. Picnics. Walks on the beach. You name it, he'll probably love it

"No, fuck off, shitty hair!" Bakugou barks. While his words are harsh and his tone is pointed, his touch is featherlight. His arms have snacked themselves around your waist and his hands are running up and down your arms. "You're fucking lying.".

Kirishima shakes his head. "Nu-uh, I'm telling you, the fourth one is the best Scream movie. Period," he says. The argument is stupid. Though all arguments the boys have are stupid and pointless.

"The first one is the best! After that, the movies just went to shit!". It honestly surprises you how your boyfriend can be so harsh to his friends but can shower you with affection the next.

You weave your fingers through Bakugou's spiky hair. He lets out a soft groan at the feeling of your nails dragging over his scalp. He leans into your touch more and you smile down at him.

"Actually," Denki says. "The second one is obviously the best. Sequels always rule!". Bakugou grabs a pillow from the couch and chucks it at Denki's head with such force that the electric boy falls onto the ground.

You swat Bakugou playfully against his chest and give him a warning glance. "Oh come on, Teddybear! You know I'm right," he says. You kiss your teeth and cock your head to the side.

"Well, I'm going to agree with Kiri," you say. Bakugou looks at you with big eyes. "The first one sucks, I'm sorry!". Bakugou shakes his head, moving his hands to your hips and pulling you off his lap.

"This is a betrayal," he says with a fake pout. You grab his face, one hand on each cheek, and give him. quick peck on his lips. He leans into your touch a bit, pout now melting away. "I still feel betrayed."

KIRISHIMA:

Kirishima is the best boyfriend ever

He will be your personal hype man

"Pebble, you look fine as hell."

"I'm pretty sure it's illegal to look this good, babe."

But don't worry, he drinks his respect-people so his compliments will be kept to a respective level

PDA is his thing, not intentional though

He just mindlessly grabs his s/o's hand or wraps his arm around them. His body just naturally gravitates to them

He wants to see you every day. Date nights every Friday and Saturday, he invites you to watch his train, call you to bring him lunch, he'll use any excuse to see you.

Walking through a campus full of highly talented students with amazing quirks is, honestly, terrifying. You keep your head down, avoiding gazes of confused students. It surprises you how few of the student body recognize you considering how much your boyfriends shows you off. "Pebble!".

You look up to see your favourite redhead walking towards you, waving happily. You smile at him and quicken your pace. Once he gets closer to you, you hold out the bento box you were holding for him. He grabs it from your hands before place a kiss on your cheek.

"Thanks, babe! I can't believe I forgot my lunch again," Kirishima says. You know he forgot his on purpose but you don't care. Seeing him brightens your day and you know that he needs to have someone who's not as pessimistic as Bakugou around him.

"Of course, I wanted to see you anyways," you say. Kirishima places a hand on your waist, pulling you closer towards him.

"Wanna eat lunch with me?" he asks. You nod. He smiles widely, showing off his pointy teeth as he moves his arm from your waist to now be draped over your shoulder.

You two starts to walk towards one of the lunch tables the school placed outside while Kirishima babbles on about his day. His happy ranting lights up your heart and makes your stomach do summersaults. "Idiot!" you hear someone yell from a distance.

It doesn't surprise you that it's Bakugou who's yelling. You look up at Kirishima, god he's tall, only to find him already looking at you with heart-eyes. "Hey guys," you call from a distance. His friends look over at the two of you. You sit down at the edge of the table, squished between Kirishima and Denki.

"Y/n! I didn't see you all day. I was starting to get worried," Denki says. Honestly, it had surprised most of his Kirishima's friends that you hadn't been around until noon.

"I know, I was starting to miss my big old shark," you say before giving Kirishima a peck on his cheek while he is stuffing the contents of his bento box into his mouth at rapid speed.

"Love you too, Pebble," he says with a mouthful of food. You smile at him. God, you loved this man-child.

DENKI:

God save the soul of his s/o

He is kind and thoughtful but so, so forgetful

His mind is just running on overtime so he'll forget about dates and miss anniversaries no matter how many reminders he sets on his phone

That being said he will make up for it in affectionEven if he's already together with his s/o he'll still flirt with them like crazy.

Like, "did it hurt when you fell from heaven" type of flirting after being together for more than a year. But it's cute.

He is like a raven, he'll bring you any shiny thing he sees. Something about seeing you happy when he gifts you something as small as a shiny coin makes his heart buzz.

He is a massive cuddler. Anywhere, anything, no matter what.

"Baby," Denki whines out. You simply shake your head. You want to cave in but you couldn't. "Please, just one."."No," you say. "You said it yourself, train for an hour then we can cuddle. Just three more minutes, baby.". Denki's cheeks heat up at the pet name. He nods. Three minutes aren't so bad right.

Your eyes are focused on him as you watch your boyfriend train. Clearly, he's showing off but you don't care. All you can do is stare at him with heart eyes, amazed at his quirk. Denki's so busy showing off that he doesn't even realize he has been training for an extra fifteen minutes.

It's only when he looks over at the clock on the wall while catching his breath that he realizes it. His muscles ache and he mentally slaps himself for pushing himself so far but it's all worth it when he sees the awestruck look on your face. "Like watching all this muscle in action, buzzy beautiful sunshine nugget?" he says a smirk.

All you can do is nod as you make grabby hands towards him. Denki practically runs over to you, falling right on top of you. Thank god the school placed as a couch in the training room. Denki's body pushed you further into the soft cushions while his arms snake around you.

"You did so well," you say as you start running your fingers through his hair. He groans in pleasure, basking at the affection. "I'm so proud of you.". All Denki can do is smile and nod as the over-excursion on his body finally starts to kick in. "So proud."

"Thank you, sunshine," Denki says. "Did you see my zappies? It's like...super zappy.". Zappies. That's a new one. God, he's tired. You move your hand from his hair to his chin, lifting it so that he looks at you.

His puppy dog eyes stare up at you. "Wanna cuddle in your dorm instead?" you ask. You have never seen him stand up so fast. Denki's pulling at your hand to get you up and off the couch.

"Let's go, baby," Denki says. "My bed is waiting for us.".

SERO:

Just like Denki, he'll still flirt with his s/o but not as much. It's honestly cute.

"Damn, you look hotter than Bakugou's explosions,"

Earns him a smack on the head from Bakugou

He loves to wear matching outfits. It's so cliche but his heart will melt if his s/o buy matching sweaters for two of them.

He loves small domestic things. Cook together or clean the house while jamming to songs and he'll fall even further in love.

He loves it when his s/o please with his hair. Sometimes he'll grab their hand and just place it on his head, expecting them to know what to do.

Sharing ramen shouldn't be so romantic, but God did it make your heart do summersaults when Sero holds out his chopsticks for you. You lean forward, eating the ramen hanging from the wooden sticks. Yep, this shouldn't be romantic but it is. You smile at him with cheeks stuffed full with hot ramen.

You pick up your chopsticks as you grab a piece of your takoyaki. You hold it out for your boyfriend who happily eats the food. He smiles back at you while chewing on the food. "Is it good?" you ask.

"Hell yeah, wanna switch?" Sero asks. You nod, grabbing his bowl of ramen as he grabs your plate of takoyaki. You did this often, switching meals multiple times during dates.

"Anyways, I was thinking about going to the movies afterwards," you say as you grab another bite of your, or rather Sero's, ramen. Sero nods.

He grabs another ball of takoyaki and stuffs it into his mouth. "The scary one?" he asks. You nod. A smile spreads over his lips. God, how you love that smile. That smile that lights up your world.

"Just admit it, you only want to watch that one because you'll be able to cuddle up to me," he says. Your cheeks heat up at his words. Shit, he saw through your plans. He points an accusing finger to you. "I knew it. Don't worry baby, I don't mind.".

It's so secret that Sero is a cuddle bug. A huge one. Every time you were around him he had both his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, your body pulled impossibly close to his. Though you wouldn't have it any other way.

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flourgirl · 3 years

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When The Party’s Over

Part II to “Even If It’s a Lie”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Peter Parker x Gwen Stacy, Harry Osborn x Reader

Summary: The closer that Peter gets to Gwen, the more he realizes how irreplaceable you are to him.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: A few curse words here and there.

A/N: There’s going to be a third and final part to this story, so if you’d like to be tagged in it, please shoot me an ask or a reply and I’ll gladly add you to the tag list. Hope you guys enjoy this new part and happy reading :-)

“Counted all my mistakes and there's only one Standing out from the list of the things I've done All the rest of my crimes don't come close To the look on your face when I let you go” -Where Do Broken Hearts Go, One Direction

It had been 17 days since you had last seen Peter and all you could do was sit in your favorite coffee shop and stare at all the muffins in the case. Peter loved muffins. His favorite flavor was banana nut, and usually the two of you would jam out to all of your favorite songs while you waited for them to come out of the oven.

“Y/N,” Betty said, snapping you out of your daze, “Are you alright? You’ve been staring at the pastries for, like, five minutes.”

MJ put down whatever book she had decided to read this week. “Yeah, if you want one, go for it. You deserve it. Here, I’ll pay.”

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a wadded up $10 bill, dropping it onto the table in front of you, and returned to her book.

“You could get a slice of cheesecake,” Betty suggested. “I know how much you like the raspberry one from here.”

But all you could think about was how you wished Peter loved you the way that he loved those stupid banana nut muffins.

“I’m not hungry,” you muttered, crossing your arms and closing your eyes to take in the soft jazz music that was playing alongside the chatter of the café. “But I’m keeping the ten bucks.”

“Maybe it would help take your mind off of things if you met someone new,” MJ suggested without even looking up at you. It was honestly amazing how she could carry on a conversation while still being so engrossed in her book.

“Yeah, Y/N,” Betty agreed, “You’re so smart, and pretty, and you made all of the baked goods currently taking up lots of precious space in our kitchen.”

“You’re a stress baker,” MJ added. She was right. Over the past two and a half weeks since that night, you had baked three cakes, four pies, and seven different kinds of bread. Maybe tonight wasn’t the night you tried out the new focaccia recipe you had been eyeing.

“I don’t know, guys,” you said, slinking further down into your chair. “I just don’t think I’m ready for that sort of thing.”

“That’s okay,” Betty reassured you. “Take all the time you need. But we’re here for you, Y/N.”

And that’s how the rest of that day went. Lots of suggestions on ways to stop thinking about Peter and you shooting them down. No matter how Betty and MJ tried to make you feel better, your mind was stuck on the nine voicemails and thirty-two texts he had sent you saying how he was sorry for whatever he did and how he just wanted things to be normal again.

Except you didn’t want normal. You wanted him. You wanted his bad puns and the way his sweaters smelled when he let you borrow one. And the worst part was, he didn’t even know what he did wrong. He didn’t know that he had broken your heart.

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It wasn’t like Peter didn’t like Gwen. She was outgoing and confident, and he liked how it felt like she was always the center of attention. People wanted to talk to her, or sit next to her, or even have her know that they existed.

But she wasn’t anything like you, and the more time that Peter spent with her, the more apparent that became. She didn’t rant about reality TV or get so overwhelmed during public speaking assignments that the only way she could calm down was with a hug from him. In many ways, she was perfect. Except for the fact that she wasn’t you.

“We’re still on for Flash’s party on Saturday, right?” Gwen asked as she walked with Peter out of the lecture hall where they learned about vascular mechanics.

Honestly, Peter hadn’t even remembered that she had asked him to go to that until she brought it up just now. He was too stressed out wondering whether or not you’d ever speak to him again.

But what did he do to make you upset? He had promised that if you wanted to leave the party, you could tell him and the two of you would go. Except you never said anything. You just got up and left, without even saying goodbye. You hated him and it killed him to not know why.

Despite this, he wanted to be the good guy and not disappoint any more people, and so he took Gwen’s hand in his and said, “Yeah, definitely. I’ll be there.”

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If someone had told you that you’d run into Harry Osborn in the middle of Arthur Avenue, you’d say they were crazy. And if that same someone said that you’d ask him on a date, they’d be even crazier. But somehow, some way, that’s exactly what happened.

You were on the way to interview a third-generation restaurant owner for your Italian class. You had never been very good at foreign languages, but you would use any excuse to take a trip to Little Italy. The nervous knots in your stomach from the possibility that they would only speak in a dialect that you couldn’t understand was worth it, because this little nook of the city was home to the best arancini in all of America.

To be honest, it seemed unbelievable that he’d be there, at that exact time, in that exact place to where you’d run right into him. You had been too busy reviewing the notes you had taken during the interview to see that you were on a direct path towards face planting into his torso.

“Fuck,” you grumbled, staring down at your notes scattered on the sidewalk at your feet. The guy you had just ran into kneeled down to gather them into a neat stack, handing them back to you.

“Y/N?” he asked, which caught you off guard. Who the hell was this? It wasn’t until you stared at his face for a few seconds that you recognized him. That guy that Gwen was with at the party. He looked a lot different in his button down and khakis compared to the sweatshirt and baseball cap he had on when you had first met him.

“Uh, hi. You’re Gwen’s friend, right? Henry.” You knew his name. You just didn’t plan on letting that you knew it.

“Yeah, but it’s Harry. Sorry about that, by the way. So, anyway, what brings you all the way down to Little Italy? It’s pretty far from campus,” he told you, as if you didn’t know that. I mean, you had walked all the way here, hadn’t you?

You shrugged, looking away from him. “I guess I could ask you the same thing.”

It was the first time in a while that someone wasn’t fawning over him just because he was rich. Honestly, it was really refreshing. “I asked first,” he noted, mimicking your crossed arms with a smirk.

Who does this guy think he is?

“Listen,” you sighed. “I really don’t have time for this. I need to get back to my apartment and finish up writing this essay that’s due at midnight.”

“So you’re taking Italian, I presume?” he asked, it suddenly becoming quite clear as to what you were doing on the other side of the city.

“Yeah. And let me guess, you were eating brunch at some fancy, expensive restaurant that your dad owns, drinking some $100 bottle of wine while some nerd you pay does your homework, huh?”

“No,” he laughed. “I was helping put together Thanksgiving dinner baskets for underprivileged families down at the soup kitchen.”

It was only then that you noticed how annoyingly handsome he was. Essentially, he was the male version of Gwen. Same blonde hair and preppy style that just screamed “I have a trust fund.”

“Of course. What, did you need a good photo op ever since the Daily Bugle ran that issue where they called you a spoiled playboy who loves to party?”

You had no intentions of entertaining him, especially since he was a friend of Gwen’s. The girl that had kissed Peter right in front of you, and pretended like she couldn’t remember your name. The girl that Peter was probably with right now.

“I’m not going to pretend like that wasn’t part of it, but believe it or not, I’m not actually as big of a selfish asshole as the papers make me out to be.”

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, I can tell by the cashmere sweater vest and leather loafers that you’re wearing that you’re so down to earth.”

There was an awkward silence, and Harry decided to change the subject before he pissed you off even more. But what he chose to mention next was the one thing on the planet that you didn’t want to talk about.

“So, uh, I guess your friend Peter is with Gwen now,” he started, which had somehow managed to make you dislike him even more than you already did. Sure, there was no way for him to know how you felt about the whole situation, but it still pained you to think about how you had become an afterthought to who you thought was the guy who would always have your back.

You blinked back at him, frowning. “Yeah, I guess so,” you muttered. And then there was another awkward silence.

“Well, I’ll let you go now. It’s obvious I’m taking up some very precious time in your day,” he said, offering a weak smile. “Maybe we’ll see each other around campus.”

It suddenly dawned on you that you might have been just a little too hard on him. He seemed nice enough, even if you weren’t a big fan of the company he kept. Before you could even really think about it, you called out, “Wait!” and walked over to meet him when he had turned around.

“I’m sorry,” you admitted, nervously toying with the hem of your sweater. “I’m just in a really bad mood.”

“It’s fine,” he reassured you, although he wasn’t quite as confident as when the two of you had started your conversation. “We all have bad days. I hope yours gets better.”

“It could, if you’d let me buy you a coffee,” you said, genuinely smiling for the first time in a while. Sure, it was nice to think that Peter would probably be upset once he heard that you had asked someone out and he knew nothing about it, but a small part of you was asking just because Harry Osborn seemed like the kind of guy you’d like to have around.

“Sure,” he answered back, running a hand through his hair, which seemed to be in a perpetually perfect messy-but-not-too-messy state. “Have you ever been to Hungry Ghost in Brooklyn?”

Your eyes lit up. “That’s actually my favorite café! They have this really awesome grand piano in the middle of the room, and every Friday they have an open mic where anybody can sign up to play it.”

Your enthusiasm honestly surprised you. It was nice to have something to talk about that didn’t somehow involve Peter.

“Actually, I’m signed up to play tomorrow night,” Harry told you, “Do you like jazz?”

It almost seemed too good to be true. You loved jazz. “Definitely,” you confirmed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Alright, cool. Let’s make a deal. I’ll let you buy me a coffee if you come watch me play tomorrow night.”

“Deal,” you agreed, before turning back towards your apartment, all giddy with excitement to tell MJ and Betty about what had just happened.

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“You probably didn’t know this, but Y/N’s been hanging out with Harry Osborn,” Ned said, walking into the common room wearing his “special” Hawaiian shirt, which Peter knew meant he was going someplace fancy. “They’re kind of dating.”

Peter looked up immediately from his linear algebra homework. He had an uneasy feeling in his stomach about what Ned had just revealed, but he didn’t know why. He was with Gwen, and if you wanted to date Harry Osborn, then you could. But still, he found himself being just a little bit jealous that some other guy was filling in for him.

“Oh,” Peter said, looking back down at his homework. He couldn’t focus anymore, so he just shut the notebook and threw it from where he was sitting on the top bunk onto his desk. “How long has that been going on?”

“Two days now, but they’ve been spending every minute together since. Betty said that they bumped into each other on the street and she just asked him on a date out of nowhere,” he replied, tying his shoes to go meet his girlfriend for date night. “I just thought I’d let you know, in case you saw them when you were out and got mad at me for keeping it from you.”

“Thanks, dude,” Peter sighed, lying on his back, “You’re a good friend.”

“I know. Anytime, man. Now I gotta go. M’lady awaits,” he said. Peter didn’t even have to look to know that his roommate had just tipped his imaginary fedora.

Harry Osborn wasn’t even your type, Peter thought. You didn’t like guys as “pretty” as him, and you had always been more into brown eyes, not blue. So what was the appeal? His trust fund? Peter knew that you weren’t that shallow. It was just that, well, he couldn’t imagine you falling for someone like that.

You’re with Gwen, Peter kept reminding himself. So many guys would kill to be in your place. It wasn’t until he checked the time that he realized that he was actually about 20 minutes late to meeting her for the party. The stupid party at Flash Thompson’s tacky apartment that he didn’t even want to go to in the first place.

It was an understatement to say that Gwen was pissed when Peter knocked on her front door over half an hour late to the time they had agreed upon.

“What took you so long? I’ve been waiting,” she complained, smoothing out her sparkly silver dress that caught the light just right when she moved.

“I’m sorry,” Peter sighed, grabbing her hand as they walked down the street. “Uh, I guess I just lost track of time.”

“Whatever,” Gwen said, “Just don’t let it happen again.”

When they finally arrived at the party, the bowls of potato chips and mini pretzels were nearly empty. The floor was sticky, and Old Town Road boomed from the speakers in the living room.

“I’m gonna go get a drink,” Peter told Gwen, leaving her to greet all of her friends that had been waiting for her to show up.

As Peter wandered towards the keg, he couldn’t stop thinking about you and Harry, and all the things that he didn’t know about your newfound relationship with some guy you had just met. He still didn’t know why he was so upset about it. He should be happy you had found someone you liked. In high school, all you ever talked about was finding the perfect guy, and if that was Harry Osborn, who was Peter to make a fuss about it?

But that didn’t stop Peter from filling up his plastic cup more times than he should’ve that night. It wasn’t until he was being dragged back to his dorm room by Gwen after puking on Flash’s couch that he realized what was wrong. He wanted to be that guy. The one who got to hold your hand and cuddle with you during scary movies. The one that got to love you and be loved by you.

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