#romcom au

[whoa-axel-chill]

hey so I'm actually kind of obsessed with that dps romcom au idea I had and I'm working on a rough plot synopsis if anybody's interested in knowing more

[clairewritesfanfics]

i realize the gda could and would provide the mark variants their own places to live in "variants trapped in main marks universe and working together against viltrumites" but imagining an absolutely hellish roommate situation happening is way funnier

i imagine mohawk, bald cap, and shiesty are somehow at once very close to each other and the most frequently beefing out of everyone, they get along (to the detriment of everyone around them) or they are AT WAR (to the detriment of everyone around them)

another pair youd expect to be fighting constantly is prisoner and viltrumite and they do! but also prisoner understands that he was raised on viltrum and has had no choice but to drink viltrum supremacy koolaid for all his life, so hes also working with full mask and no mask to deprogram the little soldier boy over time

bad roommates: TARGET/EMPIRE whatever you call him, is probably the worst, followed closely by mohawk and sinister(all 3 of them have conquered earth, they are not used to cleaning up after themselves and they do not respect common areas) the least bad is shiesty actually mainly because his mess is contained to his room. though dishes will kind of disappear for a while (theyre getting gross in his room until he remembers to put them in the sink)

good roommates: flaxan, omnimark,(<self assigned chore enforcer/annoying big brother) prisoner,(<housework is actually kind of novel and fun for him, sometimes does other marks chores for them) full mask,(<at least in part because he goes to stay with debbie and main mark semi frequently) no mask, viltrum almost ended up in the bad roomates but i think hes taught to do chores by the other good roomies and doesnt complain about doing them so he starts kind of bad but does become good

after all this ive realized a happy medium is the gda buys out an entire apartment building for them and makes poor y/n run it

A normal human acting as the sole enforcer and manager of a group of planetary-level destructive aliens sounds like a great romcom plot. It's giving slice of life manhwa/manga. It's giving 90s sitcom meets anime humor WAHAHAHA

"I was just a regular 9 to 5-ver until one day, the alternative versions of my boyfriend arrived and threatened to destroy the Earth unless I live with them?!"

Going by my personal headcanons, Shiesty and Viltrumite surprisingly get along. They're the "younger brothers" and tend to stick together. They're also both virgins (by choice!). Apart from you, Shiesty is the one who teaches Vil how to live "the human way," and introduces him to game.

Both Shiesty and Vil are pretty neat, though like you said, in Shiesty's case, it's because he restricts his mess inside his room. Vil's room was so sad to look at when you first entered. Bare walls, no curtains, a single mattress on the floor, and he used to have a single bar of soap for ALL his bodily washing. You took him shopping with you (along with Shiesty, who played with his phone the entire time).

Maskless, Shiesty, Viltrumite, Prisoner and Full Mask are the more chill variants for sure. They're consistent in their chores, but Prisoner, Shiesty and Vil do not keep track; when they see that the sink is full they will wash the dishes even if it's not their task.

Maskless will reprimand the variant who failed to do their job and drag him by the ear until he makes things right.

Full Mask keeps track. He has a whole white board and planner with the entire schedule written down to the minute. He'll sneakily mention that he did this or that even though it's not technically his job and you give him a star and he will put that star in the altar he keeps hidden inside his walk-in closet.

Shiesty is the one who pulls Vil away before he and Prisoner get into another fight.

Target is for sure the biggest diva. It's honestly annoying. He is so bad at cleaning up after himself and everybody else and irritates everyone, even the ever patient Flaxan. Target is the lightning rod of this screwed up family; the Meg or Klaus or Britta of the group. You can't help but feel bad for him sometimes, so when he's sulking because the others are ignoring him, you bring him food. He pretends to hate it but then goes out of his way to force you to stay and eat with him.

Mohawk and Head Cap are both manwhores, both the "bachelor" type, and so they hate each other. (Head Cap is smoother than Mohawk though.) They try flirting with you at the same time and end up throwing jabs at each other.

Head Cap is a good cook and baker and he likes to hold that over Mohawk's head.

Omni tries to manage the madness but he himself is prone to getting sucked into the chaos. Tries hard to be Miss Minchin. He gets competitive and can lose his temper. Think Jeff from Community.

Flaxan is the physically present but emotionally absent dad WAHAHAHA he genuinely does not care about the others and only attempts to interfere with their BS when he thinks that it will cause more work and stress for you.

No Goggles is more dog than man tbh.

I'm actually not sure where Sinister stands in this scenario. I'll edit when it comes to me.

[champagnetommy]

I need of that louliver romcom au. I need Oliver jealous as fuck lmao

LOL I don’t think I’ll actually write it, but imagine:

Every time Oliver tries to talk to Lou when they’re not filming, or wants to run lines, Jay is always already with him. They’re so touchy and have no concept of personal space. They goof around and take selfies and they’re just so comfortable with each other. And Oliver knows it’s his fault that he didn’t allow that for him and Lou.

One time, he overhears them joking around about how fans want their swat characters to divorce their wives and fuck get with each other. Jay laughs. “Hey, there might be something there,” he shrugs. “I’d say our chemistry’s pretty great.”

“Ain’t that the truth! In all seriousness, I’m glad you’re here with me, Jay,” Lou tells him earnestly. “I don’t know how well I’d be able to handle, you know, without you.”

Oliver doesn’t hear what Jay says next, because he pulls Lou into a hug and whispers in his ear. Lou smiles, sinking into the hug. Then, they separate and Jay walks away. He’ll have to pass Oliver on the way and he can’t do anything but try to look as casual as possible. As is his luck, Jay stops in front of him for a few seconds, before walking on. “You know, I don’t know how you messed up so colossally with a guy as lovable as that.”

And then the fucker just walks away, as if he hadn’t dealt Oliver with a punch to the gut.

[spatialwave]

V's All That

Chapter 1 || The Bet

➥ Summary: Jayce Talis, the school's golden boy and a guaranteed pick for Prom King, seems to have it all—looks, charm, and popularity. However, when Kino presents him with the opportunity to win back Mel, his ex-girlfriend and the one who got away, Jayce jumps at the chance. The challenge? To transform Viktor, a snarky outcast who is as far from popular as possible, into Prom King instead. Jayce takes the bait, but he may have taken on more than he can handle. ➥ Word Count: 2.6k ➥ Pairing: Jayce Talis x Viktor || Arcane

🧡 beta'd by @spxllcxstxr 🩷 art by @wapimostosis 🧡 available on ao3

part 2. ->

The sun was high on Monday afternoon, illuminating everyone in the courtyard in bright light that warmed the skin. Spring Break was now a memory of the past, and the only thought looming above everyone’s heads were prom and graduation—the final milestones of a senior’s life.

Especially sought after by the popular kids. Their final night of royalty before they were shot into adulthood.

For Jayce Talis, this was everything. 

Football quarterback, soccer captain, class president and the obvious vote for Prom King.

It wasn’t easy being as popular as Jayce Talis. One had to be confident, charismatic, and, obviously, attractive. He basked in the glow of his rank atop the social ladder, eyes closed as he laid back atop one of the picnic tables in the courtyard that had been swallowed up by the sun. His arms rested behind his head, and his varsity jacket was discarded to the side, so he was clad in only a sleeveless tee and jeans.

A quick tan as the final minutes of school wrapped up, lucky enough to have a free final period. Why he didn’t leave? Who would want to leave school when everyone loved you?

Jayce’s close friend, Kino, sat next to him and toyed with a football in his hands. His eyes flickered around as students sat amongst each other and chatted, giggles and chatter filling his mind. The attention of all nearby girls settled on Jayce, who ensured his skin was perfectly sun-kissed.

A snort bubbled up from Kino’s chest, tucking the leather ball into his elbow, “You know, it’s kind of cute how everyone thinks you’re a lock for Prom King,” he murmured, noticing the way two freshman girls walked by and giggled as Jayce sat up, arms stretched above his head. Muscles perfectly contoured as he flexed.

“I am a lock for Prom King,” Jayce retorted, pushing the sunglasses he’d been wearing to the top of his head. His golden hazel eyes settled on his friend. “It’s not even a challenge.”

There was only truth in that statement: once nominated, no one could take the highly-sought crown from him. It was the status quo – how things were supposed to go. Popular boys won Prom King. And Jayce? 

He was the popular boy.

Kino gave a dry chuckle, the smirk on his lips only growing, “You think it’s just your charm, huh? All you?”

Jayce’s eyes narrowed slightly, his curiosity piquing. “Well, yeah,” he scoffed, his nose crinkling as he waited for his friend to delve further into his ramblings.

“It goes beyond just you, man; I don’t know,” Kino dragged on, licking over his teeth as an idea sprung in his head. One with malicious intent, “You think you have everyone at this school wrapped around your finger… like they’d vote for whoever you told them to vote for.”

“What’s your point?” The question lingered, confusion settling in Jayce’s head.

“Prove it.”

Jayce was stunned momentarily, “Prove what?”

Kino grinned toothily, “You really think you’re all that? I bet you can’t make someone else Prom King–someone completely off the radar. I’m talking a real outcast.”

Jayce chuckled, pushing his sunglasses back onto his nose and leaning back on his hands, “Is that supposed to be some kind of challenge? Man, I already am the winner. Why would I care about helping some random person take the title from me? You’re insane.”

Kino shrugged, hands twisting the ball within his hands again, eyes focused on it, “Because, let’s be honest here, Jayce… there’s a part of you that’s too comfortable with this, and what’s the fun of that?”

“You’re delusional.”

“You don’t think you could do it?”

“I could,” Jayce bit back at him, his pride on the line, “I just don’t see the point. What do I get out of this?”

“I’ll talk with Mel,” Kino added smoothly, uncaring to even look at his friend.

Jayce’s heart dropped and twisted in his chest like a sharp knife. Mel Medarda, Kino’s younger sister, but more importantly – the girl of his dreams. The one who broke up with him just before spring break after a year of going steady. He hadn’t expected to hear her name in the conversation, but he’d be damned if it didn’t make him curious and eager.

Kino knew this game was dangerous for Jayce, so he went for it. How could life be exciting if there wasn’t a sprinkling of drama?

“You’re bluffing,” Jayce turned himself away, slipping his jacket back on, “there’s no way she’d give me–”

“Dude. I can make it happen… if you think you can.”

Jayce hesitated, the cards dealt to him making his stomach twist uncomfortably. A second chance with Mel was like a lifeline, a reason to keep going. God, he missed her.

But making some outcast Prom King? Maybe it wasn’t a good idea–like trying to force a square peg into a round hole. 

Still, Jayce wasn’t one to back out from a challenge. Not when the deal was so goddamn sweet.

“Fine,” he tilted his head back, inhaling a sharp breath, “easy enough.”

“My man,” Kino grinned, extending a large hand to give his friend a few pats on the back. “I knew you still had some left in you.”

Jayce rolled his eyes, discarding his sunglasses into the backpack he strung over his right shoulder and pushing himself off the table. “What happens if I lose? That’s a big ‘if,’ by the way.”

“I’ll figure something out. It won’t be good,” he chuckled low, his eyes flickering around the schoolyard with mischief flickering through his dark orbs. “I think it’s time we go shopping.”

Jayce’s stomach twisted as they wandered around the courtyard and the exterior school halls. The chiming of the final bell coincided with a rush of students swarming around, excited to get home after the first day back from spring break. His fingers gripped onto the strap of his bag, his hazel eyes flickering around.

“Man,” Kino whistled, spinning on his heels as a young freshman with taped glasses walked past him, “Too bad we said prom king. These geeks in their freshman year are too goddamn good… impossible to fix.”

“Nah, man,” Jayce rolled his eyes, “You get that kid in the right clothes and take off those glasses, and it’s a done deal. " His eyes followed the young boy.

“You’re too confident,” he replied, nudging Jayce’s side with a sharp elbow, “It’s more than just looks for the dudes, my man. With chicks, it’s easy to get them in a good push-up bra, makeup and slutty clothes—“

“Oh, really now?” Jayce chided.

“Yes, really,” Kino stopped his footing, holding a finger out as he pointed to a guy just down the hall. Nerdy with textbooks clutched against his chest, “See?”

As if on cue, the boy was shoved by one of their peers on the football team. The guys laughed when he fell, and his textbooks flew across the pavement of the exterior halls—a quiet, pathetic groan coming from him.

Jayce’s jaw tightened as he watched the boy scramble to gather his fallen textbooks, the football players laughing as they walked away. It was a familiar scene—one Jayce had witnessed a hundred times but never intervened in. 

“You can’t fix awkward with a change of clothes,” Kino said, gesturing to the poor guy still fumbling on the ground.

Jayce sighed, running a hand through his hair. Kino was probably right, but the bet began to feel like a mistake. The nerves were beginning to rise in the back of his throat like bile, twisting his stomach uncomfortably.

“You’re not getting off easy on this one,” Kino hummed, eyes darting around, “if you want to prove you can turn anyone into prom king, you’ve got to start at the absolute bottom. And there—” he jabbed a finger toward a figure across the courtyard—“is your guy.”

Jayce followed Kino’s gaze, and his stomach sank when he saw who he was pointing at. A slender guy walking slowly along the edge of the lawn, his head slightly bowed and wearing cheaply made headphones that wrapped around the back of his head. He leaned heavily on a cane with every step, his uneven gait making him stand out. His messy brown hair hung over his forehead, and he wore an old Deftones shirt that looked like it had been well-worn.

“Viktor,” Kino announced wickedly. “He’s perfect.”

Jayce groaned, shaking his head at the mere prospect of Viktor. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Chances of winning were looking slimmer with each passing second.

“Nope.” Kino crossed his arms, his grin widening. “Think about it. Total loner. Walks like he’s 80. Probably spends his weekends building robots in his basement or something. There’s no way anyone’s going to vote for him, no matter what you do.”

Jayce kept watching Viktor, who had stopped to adjust the strap of his book bag. The guy wasn’t exactly ugly—his features were sharp, but in a way that made him seem more intimidating than approachable. There was something about the dark circles under his eyes and the perpetual scowl on his face that screamed, ‘Don’t talk to me.’

“C’mon, Jayce,” Kino pressed, “you said you could do it, right? Doesn’t matter who it is. Unless you’re backing out already…”

Jayce bit his cheek, fighting the urge to snap back. Kino was doing this on purpose; he knew that. Picking someone like Viktor wasn’t just about making the challenge harder—it was about watching him squirm.

“Fine,” Jayce said finally, his voice low. “I’ll do it. But don’t think for a second that I’m going to lose.”

Kino’s grin turned predatory. “Good. Go on, man. Let’s see what you can do.”

Jayce’s eyes widened, landing on his friend as panic settled in his gut. “Now?”

Kino answered with a rough shove against his shoulder, enough force to cause him to stumble forward several steps. Jayce caught himself easily, his hazel eyes staring ahead as he kept walking smoothly toward Viktor, who was still struggling with the strap that dared to unravel from its clip.

“You got this,” he murmured encouragingly, chest puffing out as a smile graced his lips. 

Jayce stopped shy of two steps away from Viktor, hand tight over the strap of his bag and squeezing the fabric. He didn’t say anything at first, just stared down as the student sighed in relief, nimble hands clasping the strap snugly.

“Hi, Viktor,” he blurted out calmly, breaking the ice between them. His palms were sweaty as his hand nearly slipped down the strap over his shoulder and needed to readjust. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

There was no response for a few beats, leaving Jayce standing still and staring—wondering whether he should tap on his shoulder or step before him.

Then, a pair of amber eyes flashed up, meeting Jayce’s. There was a deafening silence between the two, quiet enough that all Jayce could hear was the blood rushing through his ears. His heart rate skyrocketed. 

He couldn't remember the last time he felt this nervous.

Viktor, however, broke eye contact first, eyes dashing around their immediate surroundings as they stood off to the side of the courtyard. Of course, the entire student body seemed to think the same thing as they stared at them—they were horribly nosy.

It was a chorus of the same thought: ‘What the hell does Jayce Talis want with… him?’

Viktor shifted his weight onto his cane, lifting a slender hand to tug down the flimsy headphones that had been perched on his head, letting them settle around his pale neck. His tired eyes settled back on the football quarterback, annoyance flickering through him.

“Can I help you?” He asked, voice edged with impatience.

Jayce perked up, caught off guard by the thick accent that rolled from Viktor’s lips. He’d never paid enough attention to him to notice.

He parted his lips to speak, moving them through a bit of silent stuttering until he caught his words, “Yeah, uh—” he glanced over his shoulder to spot Kino, who was whistling to himself and pretending to keep his attention elsewhere. He could see the corners of his lips curling up into a shit-eating smirk he was fighting off.

What a tool.

Turning back to meet Viktor’s sharp gaze, he quickly recovered and flashed a charismatic smile, in typical Jayce fashion, “You’re good with chemistry, right?”

“Depends,” Viktor answered sharply, words cutting through the air between them. He bit his cheek to keep himself from saying anything more, suppressing the urge to let sarcasm take the forefront of the conversation. He didn’t have time for whatever this was. Some sort of sick joke—at his expense, no less.

“Oh, well,“ Jayce chuckled lightly, treading the growing tension carefully, “you seem like the kind of guy who is good with it. I’ve never seen you struggle in class.”

Viktor’s brows furrowed together in confusion. What did Jayce Talis know about him? He didn’t pay attention to him, right?

“I’m surprised you know that I’m in your class.” His tone was harsh, coated in disdain.

An awkward chuckle bubbled up from Jayce’s throat, shifting uncomfortably on his feet as he looked between those golden eyes that pierced through him like daggers. He inhaled a sharp breath, maintaining his calm facade, different from the storm in his mind.

“I was wondering if you could help me out,” Jayce continued, eyes momentarily dropping to the faded graphic on Viktor’s shirt that had seen better days, “I’ve been struggling wi—“

“No.”

Jayce Talis was stunned into silence, blinking in disbelief as Viktor tore himself away from the conversation and began to walk away. The end of his well-worn cane tapped rhythmically along the pavement, limp evident in his walk as he attempted to hurry off. Though, he didn’t quite have the luxury of escaping when Jayce caught up with a few steps.

“No?” Jayce said incredulously, letting out a breathless chuckle as if half-expecting Viktor to twist back around and laugh with him. Tell him that it was just a poor attempt at a joke and that he’d help him. 

After all, who wouldn’t want to help Jayce?

“I said no,” Viktor frowned, straightening up when Jayce stepped directly into his path, forcing him to pause his grand escape, “I’m certain you have others who would be of better assistance.”

“But I’d really appreciate your help.”

“I don’t want to help you.”

With that, Jayce was met with a hard shove against his shoulder as Viktor strode past him. It was hardly hard enough to make him lose his footing but enough impact to strengthen his firm answer.

There was no way in hell Viktor would help Jayce with chemistry. 

Spinning on his feet, Jayce watched as Viktor continued, meeting paths with a familiar-looking girl. She wore rounded glasses that accentuated her features and had curled hair pulled back tightly—brown eyes flickered in his direction before her attention turned to her friend as they approached the student parking lot.

Jayce couldn’t remember her name, but that was the least of his concerns. Not when he stood in the dust, watching as the man he’d been challenged to help brushed him off like he was nothing. Having never felt so insignificant.

“Christ,” Jayce groaned, looking back at Kino and taking note of the gallery of students who pretended they hadn’t been watching the exchange. The courtyard buzzed back to life, eyes tugging away from him.

“Holy shit,” Kino barked out a laugh, hurrying to Jayce’s side as he watched their victim turn a corner and leave their line of sight. A heavy hand patted his back several times, earning a few low grunts, “What did you say about not losing? Looking rough for you out here, King Talis.”

“Screw you,” Jayce grumbled, smacking Kino’s hand away from him in frustration, “This doesn’t mean I lose. I’ll figure it out.”

Kino shook his head, laughter rumbling from his chest, “You poor fucking soul.”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading my first multi-chapter JayVik series! Writing this has been a blast, and I'm excited to get more chapters out, and will update each post with links to easily jump between each part! A huge thank you to Jaclyn, who has graciously offered her time to beta this fic for me, and to Wapi, whose art has transformed this fic into something truly beautiful.🧡

[angstyhikka]

Hiii guys Im introducing you to our new au named Romcom about Phil and Archie. Its a little bit silly fluff yaoi story based on the movie "Overboard"!^^

Right now Im just showing you them, will tell you more when I'll make more drawings of them))

But until then I want to hear your ideas how do you see these two, how their dynamic vibes to you? Im really curious ><

[babybirbb]

OH MY GOD ICEMAV HANGSTER LETTERS TO JULIET AU AAAAA

i was thinking about good rom coms and glen powell, and i just remembered letters to juliet which is such a good and fun movie and makes for a great au.

jake would absolutely be sophie, especially because bradley and maverick are charlie and claire. of course ice is lorenzo.

the dynamic of slightly antagonists to lovers of sophie and charlie is a perfect reflection of rooster and hangman’s rivals to friends

also i want to see hangman and maverick bond

not to mention charlie being so jaded from the loss he's experience is perfect for rooster

and who doesnt wanna see some old gay men find the love of their lives after so many years

(sophie has a fiance in the movie who kinda neglects her which is why she goes on this adventure but idk if this would fit for hangman, and if so who would take on the role)

[narislvr]

Thinking about a 27dresses!au with reporter!ellie x bridesmaid!reader.

"What was the theme? Humiliation?"

ᝰ.ᐟ Despite being the top writer for the celebrity marriages portion of the magazine she works for, Ellie was far from a believer in the concept of marriage or love in general.

That's why she finds you so interesting. You who was a bridesmaid for two weddings at once, running back and forth from the two receptions and thinking that no one would notice, but she did. Really, she didn't get why you would go to great lengths for weddings that weren't even yours. In her point of view it was just... stupid, and yet somehow, endearing.

Considering she had a deadline to uphear to, (and not because she had any sort of 'love at first sight' feelings) she strikes up a conversation with you, playful banter, and her flirty charm, as she decides to base her next piece about the pretentious yet charming bridesmaid she just so happened to encounter.

── TLDR: I just want to write the dresses scene with Ellie realizes she might be falling for the hopless romantic who is her complete opposite as she photographs each and every one of the 27 dresses on you and listens to the story behind them all. ♡ (pls let me know if this sounds interesting. I can't stop thinking about this)

[blusnowflakes]

"don't you dare ignore me you cute little fuck"

[molliva]

While You Were Sleeping Dinluke AU:

Subway worker Din saves Leia's life after she's been mugged but she falls into a coma. While visiting her in the hospital with Grogu he's mistaken as her boyfriend by her parents, aunts and uncles. They eminently get enamored with them. At first Din doesn't notice the mix-up and after that he's to embarrassed to correct them. He also loves how much extra love Grogu gets and how happy he's with them.

Obi-Wan later finds out about the mix-up but he'll keep it secret because the accident has brought the family back together after a fallout about Anakin doing shady things with his business. Anakin wants Luke to take over his business but Luke doesn't want anything to do with it which put them into conflict.

During life day celebrations Luke comes back from some self searching time away. He's initially suspicious about Din (and can't believe that Leia and Han broke up), but they fall in love with each other as they spend time together. Luke struggles with his guilty conscience that he seems to be falling for Leia's new partner and Din doesn't know how to tell the truth without everybody hating him.

The truth comes out when Leia wakes up and Han finally comes back. Before the accident Leia proposed to him and he had a freak out so he disappeared with Chewie for a few weeks.

[purpleprincessonfyre]

AvengerFan3000: If you could be trapped in any Romantic Comedy movie, which would you choose and why?

Ooh that's a good question! Um if I was able to choose then I would have to say Mamma Mia!

Yes it's cheesy *looks up* Fin's laughing at me, I LIKE CHEESY THINGS!

I'm sorry but being stuck on a gorgeous island Greece as either a mother with three hot ex flames on the way for her daughters wedding or being a bride-to-be with three mystery Dads who all want to be part of my life and a life having grown up on a Greek island in the sun? There is literally no downside!

You feel sad, sing an ABBA song!

Horny? Sing an ABBA song!

Drunk? SING AN ABBA SONG!

Best. Case. Scenario.

And both of those characters get the guy in the end.

So to answer your question...Mamma Mia! Now if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go rewatch the movie and stream the soundtrack via the Tower's speakers.

"Yesssss I've been broken hearted, blueeeee since the day we parted,

Why, why, did I ever let you go?"

But nowwwww it is YOUR turn! Fellow Avengers, if you could be trapped in a Rom Com of your choice, which would you choose?

@askstevella @ask-starrk @ask-missparker @therealdaydreamstark @thechoooooosenone @wizzzardofoz @finlayholmes (ha) @rickb-chaos @luna-d-marsh

@jackiequick @gcthvile @blueboirick @cherrysft @meiramel

[tailsbeth-writes]

So I don't know why my brain keeps filling up with ideas for early 2000s romcom AUs for Firstprince buuuut hear me out: Chasing Liberty AU? If this has already been done, please link me up.

If not, maybe that will be my next project after the Prince & Me AU (The Prince and He - coming in the near year!). What do we think? 🤔

[whoa-axel-chill]

Chat hear me out; Dead Poets Society Shitty Romcom AU

I'm a genius, okay so either they're all roommates or they're just a really close group of friends and either Todd's the new roommate or there's a coffee shop meet-cute of some kind that introduces him to the group. I haven't thought this all the way through yet, but here are the roles:

Neil: One main love interest. Aspiring actor (like all shitty romcoms, this takes place in NYC), and like a quirky caffeine addict yk? The one who either doesn't realize his feelings or denies them to everyone else constantly.

Todd: The other main love interest (ofc bc duh). Writes for a small newspaper, will eventually confess his love for Neil in an article publicly. Everyone but Neil can see how much he admires Neil and stuff.

Charlie: The "what the fuck are you doing he is clearly head over heels for you go make a move"-womanizerish-acts-silly-but-is-really-insightful-actually best friend. Jazz musician, basically broke because musicians are paid jackshit.

Knox: Oh god. I don't really like Knox, so forgive me. He's like...yk...the one who's girl-crazy but the second a girl leaves him (which happens quite often) he goes through this whole "aghhh women amirite??" phase. He's the one that's completely miserable to be around because he's either like that or writing really bad love songs over girls who could not be less interested.

Meeks and Pitts: The already established couple whose dates have just become trying to push Neil and Todd together. Meeks is an actual rocket scientist and makes enough money that (in the roommate situation) he usually covers Charlie's rent when Charlie can't. Pitts is some sort of bug scientist and specializes in caterpillars. They own a few strange pets, including a bearded dragon named Penny.

Cameron: He's the trope of like..the normal one. He thinks all of this is stupid and is just so, SO tired of everyone's bullshit antics. He probably has some vague 9-5 business job OR works at a coffee shop where the poets hang out just to annoy him.

Keating: He owns a bookstore where they all hang out. They have a version of the club where they meet each week after hours to read poetry and the usual. He gives good advice and makes them hot chocolate. :)

Nolan: uhhhh I didn't really think about this one guys...😬 Maybe the big bad rich business man who's threatening to close Keating's bookstore (he will not succeed).

Chris: The current girl Knox is trying to woo throughout the movie. In this universe, Knox is not a TOTAL creep, so it's okay when they eventually end up together. They get their own little subplot.

Ginny: Neil's friend, maybe cousin. She wouldn't live with them, but she'd practically live there, yk? She doesn't end up with anybody (she could end up with Charlie if you want, i just personally dont ship it) and is just there to watch everything go down.

It would be your typical 90s romcom except gay and stuff. This is so weird but it randomly came to me and I had to get it down. Might post about this l8r idk..

[toast-of-eden]

It's finally time, my fic for the @orvstorytimebb is up!

Do you like 2000s romcoms? Metafiction? Gays? Lesbians? What about a 10 chapter slowburn with smut at the end? This might just be a fic for you to enjoy!

Art for Love Offline available here: GrassJelly BeAl2O4EA08

Seriously these artists are pros, I don't know which constellation was smiling down on me when I was paired with them.

[champagnetommy]

https://www.tumblr.com/louvemeanyway/771575135492866048/i-need-of-that-louliver-romcom-au-i-need-oliver

Jay being a little shit always complimenting lou or being touchy with him while making sure Oliver is watching.😌

And the director being like "I dont know what in the method acting is happening on my set but I’m here for it"

And the thing is, Jay doesn’t even really have to try hard- he and Lou have worked together and been friends for a while now and neither shies away from being affectionate and they may have explored each other bodies at some point

But yess. The director is thrilled and even compliments Oliver on how believable his character’s jealousy is, meanwhile Oliver seethes.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

In my brain this is rom-com Kara, single at a party, where she meets single Lena and they proceed to face shenanigans together. A very pedestrian outfit and I love it. Wish we had more of it.

[windixie]

10 things I hate about you ⟢ ꒰ frat boy! gojo x reader ꒱

⊱ ۫ ׅ pairing ✧ college au . frat boy! gojo x reader . based on the film '10 things I hate about you'

summary . satoru gojo is the usual frat boy that one can think of when you're asked to think of, well, a frat boy. he loves to sleep around and be a womanizer. he swears he's been in every single girls bed from college, but it seems he hasn't gotten into yours. his friend offers to pay him to ask you out and get into your pants in the span of a month. at first he refuses, but who is he to turn down money despite the greedy bastard being rich as hell? what he doesn't expect is to accidentally fall in love with you and forget of his past morals.

⟡ genre/tag . fluff, angst, mentions of starving, enemies to lovers (sort of, you just hate him) college au, gojo is a manwhore ! a bit of suguru x reader and ofc reminder this is based on '10 things I hate about you' so there will be many similarities !

⨾ words . 7.1k

NOT PROOFREAD.

a/n : wrote this after watching 10 things I hate about you for the first time ever. I actually rewatched in a few more times while writing this ! knew I had to write about this right away with my glorious king satoru. also a thank you to my friend for helping me out again !

nav . here !

gojo knew who he was from a young age. setting his goals straight, which were to sleep with every girl he could get his hands on. or his dick into.

he made this a goal the second he graduated high school and got admitted to the states best college, one that was known for having the largest fraternity parties. and so far he has a body count of... well he lost count. charming girls was easy, all he had to do was woo them with a shine of his pearly whites, and his 9-inch dick.

"im surprised your shit hasn't ever gotten infected" suguru remarked, lighting up the cigar that was placed on his pink lips. the two were juniors in college, but they've been close since freshman year when gojo joined into the life of partying.

"easy. I wear condoms." this made suguru's pierced eyebrow lift up as he glanced at the white haired boy.

"thought you went raw."

that made gojo chuckle as he adverted his attention to his friend instead of his phone where he was texting a girl he's had his eye on for a while. the cheerleading captain. if things went well tonight, he will for sure have a chance to pound into her on his bed with a new bed frame after breaking his last one. take a wild guess.

"nah, as if I'd ever give them the full experience."

when I said that this school was widely known for their frat parties, I meant it. there is one every Friday, and every Friday you turned down your friends offer to go out with her. sure you attended some parties, just not any fraternities.

"cmon, you never come with me! you're always so busy doing nothing" bianca grumbled as she dramatically flopped onto your bed, making you jump a little. "and I will continue to be busy doing nothing" you shot back as you cleaned off the dust on your neglected guitar. "not even for an hour?" "nope." "not even for me?" "absolutely not, can't risk seeing my ex."

"what about for choso?"

now, by all means you definitely did not have any romantic feelings towards the emo boy. regardless of being a bit alternative yourself, you had no interest going after boys with similar tastes and style as you, not after your past relationship. choso was the lead guitarist of a band you've known for years. they perform once in a while at small or big events. this party being one of them. you've been wanting to ask him for guitar tips, but the man was quite reserved.

"for real?"

"mhm." she lifted up her head from the pillow propping her on her palm. "you should go, maybe to get the chance to talk to him. they lost a back up guitarist last week-"

"yeah I know." you interrupted

"maybe you could fill in that spot."

you went quiet for a bit letting the idea sink in for a bit before lifting up your head to look at her, slowly placing down your fender guitar, that was now looking brand new, on the floor next to the amplifier. "well, maybe I can."

meanwhile, in the comfort of the frat house, gojo was absolutely losing his mind. he has a hook up in less than an hour and nothing is going according to plan. "hey. hey! this is not the beer I asked for you guys to buy!" he shouted from across the room as he saw his friends carry in a cooler full of heineken instead of bud light which he claimed was the best beer created.

"you're stressing out man, calm down." suguru's hands met with gojos shoulders massaging the knots of stress that were forming. "course i'm stressed, am going to be deep inside the cheerleading captain if the party impresses her, can't let this opportunity just slip away."

"she's chopped." shoko chimed in as she walked past the two boys carrying a cooler herself. "well yeah but like, its a huge deal alright?!" he threw his hands up in the air in despair. "where the hell is that band?"

"they're on their way, should be here in twenty."

"yeah well the party fucking starts in twenty!" he bit back. his anxiety was hard to miss. just then as if it was divine intervention, choso walked in dabbing suguru up, exchanging a few pats on the back. "haven't seen you in a while man."

the guitarist that left the group? that was suguru. he ditched the band simply because he wanted to focus more on his party life after being influenced by satoru. and somewhere along the way he lost interest in that dumb dream he had on becoming a rockstar or whatever. that obviously didn't sit well with the other band members, but choso could care less, not like suguru was contributing anything to the band in the first place since choso's guitar always outshined suguru's.

“mhm, thanks for coming, you guys can go set up over there” he pointed at the stage they set up.

“will do.”

you rarely wore dresses. not that you didn’t like them, they’re just not your go to option to wear. but there’s no way you’d ever say you hated the one you were wearing right now. it was a pretty vintage one that bianca was lending you for tonight after you finally agreed to accompany her to the party.

“see you look gorgeous” bianca placed her mascara wand down to look at you up and down admiring how her dress fit you perfectly. “i like it” you hummed looking down at yourself.

“come on, we’ll be late.”

the loud music filled the cramped building as you made your way through the crowd clinging onto bianca’s arm for your life. people danced, drank, and made out in every corner you’d look at. the whole place reeked and the flashing lights and loud music made it very overwhelming. gojo wobbled down the stairs fixing his white locks, pushing them back panting as he threw himself on the couch where suguru greeted him with a red cup.

“well?” the sweating boy gladly took a sip of his beer grunting. “had to cover her face in a pillow. her expressions were pissing me off.” his long limbs stretched out. suguru chuckled as he cracked his neck a bit listening to the song that was playing carefully. “oh shit, i wrote this song.” “don’t care.” satoru mumbled. “well, guess i can say i’ve fucked every girl in school.” as if that was anything to flex about.

that’s when sugurus eyes landed on you from across the room, a smirk crept up on his face noticing how out of place you looked.

his pretty ex girlfriend.

you and suguru dated all throughout high school. after joining college, he was ready for new things, such as sex. but you weren’t which led to your breakup and fucked your best friend at the time out of spite. you lost both your boyfriend and best girl just from not being ready to get your virginity taken away.

“what about her?” he asked pointing at you. satoru followed his finger before his eyes found you as well. “who the hell even is that” he could barely make out your figure through the colored lights and his blurry vision. “so you haven’t.”

bianca served you a drink which you were definitely not going to consume, before she excused herself to find someone to dance with.

“here drink this. i’ll be back alright? choso is right over there, use this time to talk to him.”

before you even got the chance to even let out a word, she left. you felt abandoned as she left you in the kitchen all alone. bringing up the cup to your lips, you took a sip before cringing at how god awful it tasted.

“not a fan of heineken? told those bastards to bring in bud light but they never listen” you hear a voice behind you, making you turn around to meet eyes with satoru, the most handsome man you've ever laid eyes on. the bet was simple. he had exactly one month, until november 20, to make you fall for him and fuck him. with a whopping 300$ waiting at the end for him, if successful.

“you get into her panties in a month, and i’ll pay you.” your ex offered. “why?” gojos eyebrows furrowed. “what’s in it for you?”

the whole thing was suspicious to him at first. suguru never gets in the way of gojos sex life. never telling him who to fuck or who to avoid fucking.

“mm just cuz.. she’s difficult. you like a challenge don’t you?”

reluctantly, satoru agrees. “how much?”

“300.”

“bet.”

“oh sorry don’t think we’ve met before. i’m satoru” he offered a sweet smile, showing off those pearly whites that could have a girl soaking wet in 10 seconds. “oh.. okay.” your response made him still for a second.

“i want you to go out with me”

“huh?”

“go out with me.” he repeated which only made you scoff at the boy’s advances. “sorry not really interested.” a grunt left his mouth before continuing. “i can take you out some place real nice, places you’ve never been before.”

“like the 7/11 in broadway?”

he froze for a second before chuckling shaking his head while doing so. “well, no..” his pale fingers reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “you like picnics, pretty?”

“not really.” his hand got smacked away by yours. “ill prepare you the best dishes you can imagine.”

“im seriously not interested, thank you though.”

he stood there, dumbfounded, as he watched you walk away. this was going to take a while.

you didn't even have the opportunity to talk to choso, which was the whole reason why you wanted to go to the dumb party in the first place, because bianca came running towards you ordering for you two to leave this instant after finding the boy she was talking to fucking another girl.

the way you met bianca was from her showing you around the college campus when you transferred, become your only friend so far. and you knew that this boy she was in a talking stage with was really, really her type. that night you spent comforting her, allowing her to soak your shoulder with her tears and her barely audible tantrum, as well as thinking about the boy that wanted to desperately go out with you. what was that about?

────୨ৎ────

gojo could've sworn he left dissecting frogs back in high school, but here he was again, poking around at the laid back the diseased amphibians internal organs. "no way am I doing this shit." with a mutter, he placed the tweezers down gagging, shaking his hands in disgust before pulling out his cigarette box, sliding one out placing it in between his pretty pink lips, far too pretty for a man. "smoking in class? you'll set the smoke alarm off." suguru scooted closer to his friend. "how'd it go yesterday? did you get her number or..?" gojo exhaled, no smoke yet, just resignation.

"nothing happened. she wasn't interested" the black haired boy scoffed, not comprehending the words that were coming out the school's playboy. " you're satoru fucking gojo, this should be easy as hell for you!"

“well how do I make her fall for me?” he brought up the lighter up to his cigar huffing it slowly before blowing it towards suguru, in which he looked down at gojo unimpressed. “you can start by putting that,” he took ahold of the cigarette before crushing it down against the table, which left a nasty dent on the cheap laminate. “down.” he ordered flatly, staring as gojo whined like a kid who just got denied candy from the check out isle. “she doesn't like boys who smoke.”

“..how do you know that?”

suguru paused in deep thought. "I overheard her telling her friend that, the one that has the white pearls around her neck all the time. they were talking about their types or something." he shrugged. "anything else she said about her type?" gojo asked intrigued as if he was about to take a test on you specifically.

“she likes pretty guys.”

“are you telling me im not a pretty guy?”

As if divine intervention occurred, the door creaked open, pausing the chatter between the two boys. there you were. wearing a cute frilly outfit as you made your way to your desk. suguru shot gojo a pointed look before walking away. the sight of you made gojo straighten his posture suddenly hyper aware of every detail of himself. quickly running a hand through his hair and gulping, his adams apple bobbing. he shot you a smirk as you got close.

"hey.. wanna traumatize this frog with me?"

you looked down at the poorly dissected frog then back at him, the boy from the party. "looks like you've traumatized it enough." your response made him blink. well, at least you were giving him full sentences now but your sarcasm hurt his ego a bit. "if you give it a kiss, im sure you'd bring it back to life." the boys blue eyes met yours. "or you can kiss me instead.."

you let out a small chuckle. "like that'd be any different."

"just sit down.." he pushed a stool for you to sit down on. you were reluctant but you sat down, sliding off your bag to set it down next to you before slipping on a pair of gloves provided by the lab you were both currently doing, or about to do. "girls would kill to place their lips on mine"

"oh im sure.." you picked up the scalpel, carefully inspecting the frog. "are you seriously this bad at dissecting?"

"baby im a lover not a scientist." gojo brought a hand up to his heart dramatically.

shooting him a glance, you continue poking around the organs. "you don't even qualify as the first one.." he snorted at your sass, lips twitching in a cute crooked grin. "I beg to differ" he brought his hand up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "go out with me, please."

"hold the damn frog still before I poke one of your eyes out instead"

"yes ma'am."

suguru watched from afar with a serious look placed on his face.

────୨ৎ────

the wandering page is heaven itself. a cute shop tucked right around the corner of the school full of second hand books and cd's. its tyour go to spot where you usually buy your cd's for your collection that was placed neatly back at your dorm. you entered, the bell placed on top of the door notifying any workers of your entrance quickly making your way to the music disc section, crooked shelves full of cd's. you're surprised to see many new arrivals.

some were year old music, and some were rare old ones from the 2000's. you reached out to grab a few, a soft smile plastered on your face as you scanned the labels. so deep into it, you didn't notice the bell chiming again.

"excuse me, have you seen any cd of the cranberries?" the smooth voice behind you asked. "oh sorry I don't work here-"

"found out through her instagram stories, she enjoys listening to this Irish band, the cranberries."

"what's her insta?" gojo looked up from his phone, pausing his game.

"uhhh, shit can't find it anymore but anyways. use that information how you want" suguru grabbed his hair, making a messy bun out of it. "got it."

halfway through your sentence, you took a good look at who was behind you. satoru. "oh, it's you." your eyes narrowed as they focused on him. the boy slid his glasses on the crown of his head. you didn't know he even wore those, well you barely knew him. still, you'd be lying if you said you didn't find it attractive. "are you stalking me?" you asked defensively.

"what? no no, I guess this is just destiny" his eyes lowered down to the cd in your hands. "frank valli? isn't that guy like, ancient?" you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. the plastic creaked at the way your hands gripped it tighter. "I wouldn't say that."

satoru chuckled tilting his head a bit. he sure has some nerve.

"didn't realize you were into boy bands."

"not a boy band"

"right, got it."

you pushed past him to head to the cashier. shit.

────୨ৎ────

"you're not going to get anywhere if you keep teasing her like that." suguru knew you hated when people would make fun of your interests, even if it was just a harmless joke. the edge on his tone wasn't unnoticed by his friend. "she's so.. difficult." gojo muttered, half to himself, as he threw a basketball up in the air before catching it as it fell back into his hands.

"hes weird. real weird." you explained to bianca who was so intrigued by the sudden love interest that appeared in your life out of nowhere. "no way the satoru gojo is wanting to take you out!" without hesitation, you threw a pillow at her, which landed right on her face. "don't say it like that!.. hurts me a bit" with a groan, you allowed your hand to drag over your face. "cmon its just that.. he's not known for asking girls out. he just gets on with the freaky ass stuff."

you gave her a flat look. "I feel so special."

"what else does she like? since you know soooo much about her."

"well.. apart from the cranberries, she likes the Marias. they're performing near us, take her there. im sure that'll definitely make her warm up to you. and once she does, go for it." gojos face faltered, his expression turning a bit more thoughtful as he sat up.

"seriously?"

"mhm. take her."

"... pass me my computer. let me order the tickets."

"well I think you should give him a chance. he's very handsome." biancas eyebrows wiggled. "girl you can have him, I don't want him." you replied, which only earned a groan from her. "I don't want any boy who thinks the whole world revolves around him because he's a frat boy with a body count of two hundred"

"if you really didn't want him, you wouldn't be talking about him every five minutes."

her comment really shut you up.

────୨ৎ────

you weren't expecting to see two tickets slip right into your line of sight while you were halfway through placing some textbooks in your locker. the bold blue letters read, 'THE MARIAS' "hi pretty.. got these for you and me." your eyes widened at the familiar voice. the white haired individual really had a habit of sneaking up behind you didn't he? "you.. you got-" you stammered, blinking at the sight of the tickets, then back at him.

"got these for you and me." he repeated himself, both his voice and gaze softening. not sure to be flattered or continue being suspicious, you slowly accepted one of the tickets, taking it from his pale hand. "you really don't give up huh?"

"id never give up on you. how many times do I have to tell you sweetheart, I want you. so allow me to take you out, yeah?" his voice never stuttered. but your heart did.

"one date." you said firmly as you lifted up your finger, finally agreeing to his advances. his charm was different.. it was bold, yes, but real. "don't push your luck, im only accepting because its the marias. im not even going to ask how you know I like them."

"because I like you." there was short pauses between his words allowing each syllable to sink in. like he meant it.

"one date, for now." he said placing his lips on your cheek lightly, making you freeze. "ill pick you up at seven.. here give me your phone number."

you had no idea why you were allowing him to win a point at this game he was forcing you to play. but you were definitely not going to complain now.

"alright I gave em to her." the proud boy with a grin stretched from ear to ear, walked up to where suguru was.

"told you it'd work."

for some odd reason, suguru couldn't help but feel a deep sense of jealousy. you were his girlfriend for years. and his dumb actions ruined all of it. but if he made you realize that no one would ever love you like he did, you'd for sure come crawling back to him.

later that night, in the comfort of your un-made bed, you sat cross legged staring down at the new contact. satoru with a stupid blue heart next to it. of course he'd type in his name like that. "just one date.." you repeated to yourself. a silent warning to yourself, him, and the universe.

satoru : hi ml, wear something cute yea? and something easy to take off ;)

you stared at the message. any past thoughts of him not being that bad quickly vanished. obviously, you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of your reply, so you left him on read. guess that hurt his feelings because a few minutes later he texted again.

satoru : im joking baby :(

you threw your phone onto the night stand, like it burned your hand. you couldn't decide what was worse, his sad excuse of flirting, or the fact that your lips were twitching in a just barely visible smile.

"going on a date I see?" bianca grinned as she watched you put on the last bit of blush on your cheek. "lemme guess, you finally agreed to gojos attempts?"

"yep. just one date though. only because he bought me concert tickets."

her eyes widened. "no way! to see who?!"

"the Marias."

"oh, if that isn't true love right there, id not know what is."

you chuckled. "did you confront your talking stage?"

"fuck no" she groaned. "just blocked him everywhere, im not giving him any time of my day so he could explain himself to me." her body fell on your bed, bouncing a bit. "did you ever talk to choso?"

shit. that's what you've been forgetting.

"ill get around to it."

you both met up to where you agreed, which was just outside the girls dormitories. the second he saw you, his heart fluttered.

you looked, no, you are gorgeous. why was he just noticing this now?

"...hey" a smile crept up on his face. he was dressed casual while you wore a pretty jean skirt with a shirt from the band. "hi" you returned the greeting.

"you're so beautiful.." you'd be lying if you said you weren't flustered. if you were to lie, the dark tint of pink on your cheeks would say otherwise. "lets just go."

with a chuckle, he led you to his car. a model of the year, typical for a rich ass boy like him. being the gentleman he was, he opened the passenger door for you before closing it as you settled yourself down.

he made his way over to the drivers seat. "you ready babe?"

the concert was beautiful. the music reached your heart it made you tear up, of course some songs made you recall your past relationship. gojo couldn't help but admire you from time to time. watching as your pretty mouth sang along to the unknown lyrics.

"lets take a picture pretty." he said out of nowhere. "a picture?" he nodded before pulling out his phone snapping a few pictures of you and him throughout the night, mostly of you. you did the same, filling up your gallery with endless pictures and videos.

as the night came to an end, he drove you safely back home, both of you discussing the songs you enjoyed being performed the most.

"I think I enjoyed back to me the most"

"no way! paranoia was clearly the most enjoyable."

he rolled his eyes. "yeah well I think what I enjoyed the most was seeing you sing. you're gorgeous baby."

"you already told me that like twenty times."

"and ill continue to tell you for the rest of my life and beyond that." his words made your stomach twist. not in a bad way. definitely not.

it was quiet for a bit before you spoke again. "yknow I want to be in a band." gojos eyebrows rose up in surprise. "that so?" you nodded. "my ex boyfriend was in one." the mention of you having a dating history didn't sit well with him. he kept reminding himself that this was all just a bet. so why did it bother him?

"mm so you're saying im not going to be your first boyfriend?"

"you're very confident to know if I even want you as my boyfriend."

the radio played soft melodies through the quiet moments between the two of you. "my friend was in a band too, he quit tho"

now it was your turn to be surprised. "oh that's cool."

"I want to join chosos band, that's the one-" before you could finish, he arrived at the side of the sidewalk that led to the girls dormitories. "choso.. I know him. ive got connections and I have no problem recommending you to him darling."

"you'd do that for me?"

"course I would."

".. counting down the seconds to go on another date with you soon love." he spoke quietly. his soft voice made you smile. and before you knew it, you were leaning into a kiss with no control over your body, like it was possessed by a curse or something.

gojo froze. he was torn between kissing you back or not. "lets save this for another time."

your heart sank as you pulled back.

opening the door, you left without a goodnight. or a kiss. once you were out of view, satoru dragged his hands down his face groaning. he's grown attached to you without knowing it. and he's hurt you with denying your kiss. he was getting what he wanted. well, what the bet said.

he knew he had to fix this somehow. he couldn't just let you lose all feelings for him when he was so close.

the next day, upon walking to campus, he paid a couple of band students, winking at them. what was he up to?

────୨ৎ────

you were outside sitting on the first bench closest to the field scrolling on your phone.

you were annoyed.

no. pissed. pissed at how he dodged your kiss like it meant nothing and honestly you have every right to be. because why is he hesitant to kiss you when he’s the one that was so desperate. is this some sort of sick joke?

if he wanted to feed into his ego by making you fall for him. well he got it.

but if he wanted you. he wouldn’t have flinched.

your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a microphone starting.

“can't take my eyes of off you..” he murmured into the microphone, his eyes locking on yours. you blinked once. and then again - unsure if you were seeing right. before you even got a chance to process it, the band that was right next to you began to perform filling the field with the familiar tune of ‘can’t take my eyes off you’. his body stepped forward, then another, until he broke into a dance. you let out a few chuckles of disbelief as you watched him make a fool of himself.

“i love you baby!” you wanted to crawl into a corner and die from embarrassment. “and if it’s quite alright, i need you baby..” his finger pointed right at you.

a crowd formed, recording as the schools biggest frat boy performed for a girl they’ve never seen before. you brought your hands up to you face covering it in embarrassment as a flush appeared. he was so off key now, yelling out the lyrics as two police officers approached him. he made a bee line towards the bottom of the bleachers, dodging any attempt of getting caught. as he finally reached you, his arm wrapped around your waist.

“oh pretty baby..” he panted as the chorus died down. your hands shot up grabbing the collar of his shirt before smashing your lips onto his for a short, but sweet, kiss, before he was taken away by the officers.

“i love you baby..” he said as he got dragged out the field by the hold of the officers.

and part of you knew that his words were truthful.

────୨ৎ────

detention was awful. well not really, but for satoru it is. sitting in silence for an hour is straight up torture. he would rather take death than one more second of this.

he was unaware of the faint tapping on the window next to him until you accidentally tapped too hard, ducking your head just in time. he was close enough to look down and see you there. he looked up to see the teacher too busy typing away at her computer, probably writing that inappropriate novel everyone says she writes, before looking back down at you. you waved your hand, gesturing for him to escape.

'I can't..' he worded which you just rolled your eyes at.

'come on!'

he sighed looking back at the teacher before he slowly opened the window. he stood up as the teacher got distracted by tapping on her window now. he took this opportunity to jump out, landing harshly on the grass. before he could let out a groan of pain, your hand covered his mouth.

"come on."

you both made a run for it, away from the school campus.

"did you see that my love? I was like a ninja!"

"you sure didn't land like one."

he grinned before wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "you like the performance I gave ya?

"..yeah, my favorite part was you getting caught." he lightly shoved you away before hugging you again.

you both were laying in bed at his dorm, enjoying each others presence. "so.. you going to tomorrows frat?" he asked softly as he rubbed your back. "I dunno.. last time I went I didn't like it."

he needed you to go. he only had three more days to fuck you. "it'll be fun.. just come with me." his persistence made you furrow your eyebrows. "why are you forcing this on me?

"im not forcing you. is it too much for me to ask you to come join me at my party?"

"dont talk like that to me." you propped yourself up on your elbow looking down at him. "what. what is is going on huh?"

he scoffed. "nothing!"

"well its obviously something if you keep on-mmph!" his lips on yours cut you off. you obviously allowed him to mold his onto yours.

"just want to show off my pretty doll to everyone.. so come tomorrow"

he was running out of time, after all.

────୨ৎ────

at the end, you agreed to accompany him. after reaching the frat house, you searched for the bathroom needing a pee break after drinking too much water earlier. after countless doors being opened, and getting flashed, you finally secured yourself some privacy.

you came back from the bathroom, rounding the corner, just in time to hear a laugh.

"can't believe you actually pulled this off man." the voice was one you haven't heard in months. another voice cuts in. "yeah yeah whatever, it stopped being a bet weeks ago suguru."

your heart drops.

no, no no this can't be happening.

drunken laughter chatting about how you thought this actually meant something. that you meant something to satoru.

"so you dont want your prize?" you quickly approached the two voices. your entire world stopped as you saw satoru, and your ex suguru.

"are you fucking kidding me?" you stared at him, feeling so many emotions all at once. anger, betrayal, and even denial. your mind was processing what you just heard. you wanted to hear it wasn't real, that he wasn't only after you because of a bet and that he actually likes you. but you knew you were better than that, you couldn't help but connect all the dots. the coincidence that he came up to you at that frat party, the same one you knew suguru was in. the way gojo knew your interests. the way he knew your type.

it wasn't fate. it was orchestrated.

there was horror written all over gojos face. "no baby.. baby listen to me." but you refused, shaking your head. you refused because the following words were going to be the confirmation that you dreaded to hear. without another word, you turned away pushing though the crowd. "y/n!" he shouted, but you didn't turn back. as you made your way down the hall, his hand wrapped around you wrist, "please, PLEASE listen to me!" in which you yanked back.

"it was all a bet huh? set up by the one boy I hate the most. I knew I shouldn't have trusted you! you're just like every other frat-" you were interrupted by his lips molding against yours. no matter how much you wanted to melt into it, you didn't. your hands landed on his chest, pushing him off you before wiping your lips. the boy stood there, stunned, as his sad blue eyes watched you walk out.

"babe.."

that night your phone was blowing up. call after call, text after text- all from him.

satoru : y/n please.

satoru : call me, return my calls lets talk pretty.

satoru : it was a bet, but believe me when I tell you that I truly love you.

satoru : I love you. say it back baby. please I need you. can't lose you, im sorry love please don't leave. fuck suguru for all I care.

you were debating if you should just block him for good, finger hovering over the red block button. but you simply put your phone on dnd and headed to sleep recalling the horrible events of tonight. tear stains were placed on your cheeks, mascara ruined, just like how your life felt. ruined.

Bianca had tried, she really did. she tried her best to comfort you, but she understood you needed space. the sweet girl provided you with extra blankets as well as water, she even rubbed off the remaining makeup on you. she as well received some texts from satoru. her response?

'fuck you.''

satoru hasn't felt this horrible since he accidentally flushed down his sisters goldfish back in first grade. but it wasn't the same.

the goldfish didn't hate him. you did.

and he hated himself for how he made you feel. he hated himself for doing this to you. but god was he grateful to have taken on that bet. not for the money, but for you. because of the bet, he met such a wonderful girl who he was completely smitten for. too bad that the girl now hates his guts.

the weather matched how gojo felt. he looked like hell.

his iconic shades and stupid grin weren't present. his usual outfits was replaced by a simple white t-shirt with sweatpants. the confident boy was now just a regular burnt out college student who looks like he missed out on eight hours of sleep to study for his physics final. he hasn't eaten since yesterday, deciding his body didn't deserve to be rewarded with food.

he ignored the glances from other students. people who idolized him were staring with widened eyes. no way was that satoru gojo. some of his frat bros came up to him, hitting his back, laughing at whatever the hell they thought was funny. suguru included.

satoru swore he began seeing red.

"you never told me she was your fucking ex." he muttered dangerously. suguru let out a sigh, leading gojo away from others. "hey, we made a bet. don't see why you're mopping about it. I wanted to show her that really no one would love her like me. anyways here, you ran out yesterday couldn't give this to you." he pulled out the prize promised from the beginning. those damn 300$.

satoru pushed the money back to sugars chest. "I dont want it." all the air was knocked from sugars lungs for a second. gojos fist collided with sugurus cheekbone. sugurus eyes widened and a few gasps could be heard from the scene. his gaze following satoru watching as he walked further and further away.

the boy was desperate to see you. he needed to find a way to prove himself to you. to prove that his feelings were real.

you didn't show up to your classes that day, deciding its best if you stayed in bed scrolling through your phones gallery wanting to delete every picture you've taken of him.

satoru : good morning angel, you've got every right to hate me. but im not giving up on us, not when you're everything ive ever wanted. talk to me mkay?.."

Bianca thankfully walked in which quickly made you forget about his text.

"hey girl.. know this is bad to bring up now but.. choso wants to talk to you later at the frat he's playing at. something about letting you into the band."

for the first time in a while, you felt happy. you knew who recommended you to him.

"you know what happened last time I went to a frat.."

she chuckled a bit. "ill make sure that son of a bitch doesn't approach you. ill be your personal guard dog madam."

the familiar smell of beer, weed, and other shit you didn't want to know, came to you. the same smells you encountered on that night. biancas arm was around yours tightly, keeping watch of your surroundings. "alright, we got emo boy on stage. frat boy at 10 o'clock"

"I dont think that's 10 o'clock.." you muttered which you were quickly 'shh' at. "okay coast is clear."

you took in deep breaths reminding yourself that you weren't here for gojo, you were here because you might have a chance to join your ex boyfriends band. he caught your eye for a second, offering you a small nod.

bianca nudged you, urging you to go talk to him. "if gojo dares to even approach you, ill smash his empty head with my beer." you weaved through the crowd, getting closer to where choso and the others were setting up. "hey stink. haven't seen you in a while." you recalled the old nickname the bandmates gave you all those years ago.

"hi choso.. you wanted to talk?" he hummed, nodding, as his fingers adjusted the chords that were plugged into his guitar. "you still got that fender?" your heart stopped for a second. "great, lets meet up every Thursday, ill teach you and we'll let you into the band."

"you're serious?"

"yeah. confused why you didn't just ask me in person. had to hear it from your new boyfriend."

just as you felt your stress go away, any memories of gojo leave your mind, they came back immediately. "oh.. no no he's not my boyfriend." you explained. "ah, right. you still got my number?" he asked in which you shook your head. "nope, suguru made me delete any contacts that were of a guy."

a half chuckle half scoff escaped his lips. "course he did."

before you could discuss any more details, a voice behind you appeared. for the 100th time in the past month. "wow.. you're glowing."

gojo.

the sound of his voice sent shivers throughout your body. you turned to see him.. disheveled. the bags under his eyes gave away his lack of sleep. he looked miserable. still stupidly hot of course.

"what the hell do you want."

"I want to talk.."

bianca was running across the room, ready to jump on him. "get away from her asshole! you got ten seconds!" gojo looked down at her with a confused look before looking back at you. with a bit of hesitation, you agreed. "fine."

in a secluded area, the same spot where you had your "break up" you ordered him to talk. "I messed up. so fucking bad. I took the bet, yeah. thought I could.. woo you. but believe me when I said I had zero idea suguru was the ex you talked about."

"to me you weren't a bet baby. everything about you felt raw. you kept rejecting me and god, that made me want you even more."

you didn't speak, allowing him to finish letting out his emotions. "and I hated myself for liking you, for falling for you like a fucking idiot. because it meant it wasn't a bet anymore, it was love. and I hated how I took that bet. I hated your stupid hair, and the way you played guitar. I hated the music you listened to, your dorky smile. I hate the way your voice softens when you talk about the shit you like. I hate that I dont know every detail about you down to you favorite childhood movie. but.. I hate how I don't hate you at all. and I hate how I dont regret doing the bet at all, because otherwise, I wouldn't have met you."

his voice was raw. the emotions he had going on began to flowing down his cheeks. you began to remember why you fell for him in the first place because even though he was an entitled frat boy, he already had the key to your heart with the way he talked to you. "..you can't just fix this with recommending me to choso's band.."

"I know." he whispered.

"..and you lied to me." you continued, but at this point you were just playing with him.

"I did. but im not lying now. I stopped lying weeks ago."

"why?"

"because I fell in love with this really awesome girl."

you looked up at him for a while, taking in his apology and confession. there was no longer a frat boy in front of you, he was cracked open showing who he truly was. just a sweet boy who wanted your love.

just satoru.

"you love me?" you asked.

he nodded, rather quickly. "absolutely"

"..and if I dont love you back."

god, he'd kill himself. "then, that'd be fine too." he watched as you stepped closer. "if I asked you to stay away from me forever-"

"I will do that too." he promised.

"..but you wouldn't."

"I wouldn't." he placed his lips on yours, feeling as your arms wrapped around his neck as his found your waist, deepening the kiss.

"dont screw up again satoru."

"fuck, just kiss me."

and that you did.

ending a/n . hope you all enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing ! this was my first long fic.. never doing ts again.