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evereinefaust · 25 days

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Pizza X afab!Reader

Synopsis: After being interrupted in her solo concert, MC introduced Pizza to karaoke and bonded over singing one song.

Word Count: 1,530

Puttin’ my defenses up 'Cause I don’t wanna fall in love If I ever did that, I think I’d have a heart attack

A young [h/c]-haired female sang the first few lines of the song, her hand making a fist as if holding an invisible microphone. The booming music of the song echoed throughout the whole mansion. She had her lids shut tight and mouth still agape while screaming/echoing the last word of the song.

When the beat dropped, she instantly did a head-bang and continued to have a concert in the living room of her mansion.

Never put my love out on the line Never said yes to the right guy Never had trouble getting what I want But when it comes to you, I’m never good enough

[Y/n] continued to move and dance according to the lyrics of the song, waving her arms up and down, swaying along with the beat, twirling around, or just randomly moving all about. She pranced around the large space, careless about whether she'd cause injury to herself or break some furniture. Even the music was booming from the stereo and it's a miracle that no one even notices her or scolds her for that. And even more, it's truly surprising that [Y/n] didn't have an ear bleed yet.

When I don’t care, I can play 'em like a Ken doll Won’t wash my hair, then make 'em bounce like a basketball

"Huh? Is that [Y/n]-chan?" a blonde food soul noticed a mop of [h/c] bouncing in the living room, he wasn't sure since he couldn't see her face due to her short stature.

The male entered the living room and had to cover his ears once he took a step into her territory. He walked around the couch just to make sure that it was his master attendant who was singing in the middle of the room. And to make sure to stop the music or just decrease its volume. Sure enough, the small girl who was dancing was his master attendant.

The journey toward the stereo was challenging since he was getting closer and closer to the source of the booming sound. Fortunately enough, he was able to turn the volume down without making his ear bleed. The blonde sighed in relief afterward.

"Eh? What happened?" [Y/n] asked herself, surprised and confused as to why the music had stopped. However, when she turned around to check the stereo, she saw a tall blonde instead. "Pi-chan?"

"Sorry~ Your music is too loud and I feared that you might hurt your ear," Pizza apologized, rubbing his cheeks sheepishly.

The girl pouted slightly. She was upset that Pizza stopped her small shenanigans. Since most of her food souls were either working at the restaurant, running an errand, or just having their free time, she thought that she could hog the mansion all to herself. After all, nothing was interesting happening and she was bored to death. This is one way to release the stress of everyday life and have a fun time alone. However, she can't be angry at the male since he's concerned about her well-being and it is also his responsibility to watch over her.

"So... What brings you here, Pi-chan?" she asked, wiping her face with a towel.

Pizza slumped on the loveseat and pouted. "Cassata said that he had an errand to do and Cheese was currently serving a VIP customer at the restaurant balcony. So I decided to come home instead to play games."

[Y/n] can't help but chuckle at the male's childish behavior. It reminds her of the times when she would act as an older sister to this child. Pizza continued to stare blankly at the marble floor. The [h/c]ette glanced back at the television set and her [e/c] eyes trailed down to the storage cabinet underneath the flat-screen television. An idea popped into her head while sporting a bright smile.

"Hey, Pi-chan," she called, glancing back at the male.

"Hm? What is it, [Y/n]-chan?" he asked, his attention focused on her.

"Since you've disrupted my mini-concert and you have nothing else to do, how about we sing karaoke instead?"

"Huh?" golden brows creased up in utter confusion.

"It seems that you don't know what karaoke is, do you?" the girl chuckled.

"No," Pizza shook his head and looked up at her, oceanic hues contained excitement. "Please tell me what it is!"

The teen instructed Pizza to help her set up the karaoke while explaining to him the activity that they'd be doing. After that, [Y/n] turned the television on and handed the mic to the older male. She waited for the program to start and occasionally watched the male beside her. She noticed his curiosity and innocence though nervous since he was still new to this kind of thing. As the music boomed through the speaker, indicating that the karaoke could now start, Pizza shrieked in surprise. He instinctively jumped onto the girl, trying to find a scarf to hold on to though when he didn't, he just buried his face in her arms.

[Y/n] burst out laughing at the scene unfold and tried her best to soothe the trembling blonde by caressing his golden locks. "No need to be jumpy, Pi-chan. It's just the opening sounds."

Pizza carefully removed himself from his master attendant while calming himself down. However, it only proved futile when he could feel his racing heart due to the embarrassment of clinging to his attendant like that. He then held the mic with both of his hands and thought of something else. After ensuring that the male was okay, [Y/n] then proceeded to input her selected song into the karaoke.

Before she hit the play button, she first turned to Pizza and then smirked. "The first line is yours. Good luck on catching up with me~"

The music then started and a familiar tune of piano playing was heard. Pizza immediately recognized the song and internally panicked when the countdown started. He replayed the tune from earlier in his head and tried to sing the lyrics correctly.

(PIZZA) You never put your love out on the line You never said yes to the right guy You never had trouble getting what you want But when it comes to you, I’m never good enough ([Y/N]) When I don’t care, I can play 'em like a Ken doll Won’t wash my hair, then make 'em bounce like a basketball (BOTH) But you make me wanna act like a girl ([Y/N]) Paint my nails and wear high heels (BOTH) For you (PIZZA) You make me so nervous, that I just can’t hold your hand

[Y/n] was surprised that Pizza was able to catch up with the tune of the lyrics and sing it correctly, though what amazed her was his wonderful singing voice. It makes her wanna stop singing and just hear his voice instead. Though she knew that she couldn't do that. They boomed through the chorus and the girl could see the incitement in the blonde's eyes.

The duo continued until the end of the song and they both panted like crazy due to singing their lungs out. They waited for the screen to change and once it did, their eyes were glued to the television, anticipating to know what their score was. The digits rocketed from zero until...

"100!" they both cheered after seeing their scores. A sign appeared on the screen saying 'congratulations' and a tune to go along with it.

Instinctively, Pizza lifted the [h/c]ette off the ground and hugged her. His arms wrapped around her thigh and his cheeks rubbed her stomach. At first, [Y/n] was surprised by the act and it made her emit a cute squeal. Her face was blushing but it didn't stop her excitement and laughter. After the male placed her back down, it was her turn to hug him. Said boy was caught by surprise when the shorter girl launched herself at him, arms wrapped around his neck. He then wrapped his arms around her back for support.

Both exchanged waves of laughter and giggles as they stayed in that position for a while. Then after, [Y/n] let go of the blonde. The silence was interrupted when claps entered their hearing. Their head swiftly turned to the source of the sound and who they saw stupefied them.

"My, my~ What an intriguing sight. Right, Cheese?" Cassata snickered, placing his hand on his waist.

"You're right, Cassata. I can't even imagine Pizza singing, yet here he is, singing a duet with [Y/n]-chan," the mouse maiden added.

"I even admire their encore performance, you know~" Cassata implied, winking at the two who blushed furiously.

[Y/n] and Pizza were left speechless and the snickers and giggles of the two were the only ones filling up the living room. After a while, [Y/n] regained back her composure and scolded them. She chased them after, leaving a dumbfounded Pizza alone in the living room.

"Pft! Ahahaha!" the blonde suddenly burst out laughing. "[Y/n]-chan is so cute and interesting." A smile then etched on his handsome face, softened eyes staring at the door where the three exited.

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jtl-fics · 7 months

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Fluent Freshman - 41

Two and a half hours into the Banquet and FF had not moved from the chair he had sat in at the start of the banquet. He hadn’t gotten up for water. Hadn’t gotten up to go to the bathroom. Hadn’t gotten up to dance despite Nicky’s pleading. He hadn’t even gotten up when a Raven had come over and asked him to.

He was not leaving his seat.

The stadium could be on fire and he’d still try to be the last one out.

Until there was a time where he could slide out of this chair without a single eye on him and put on his winter jacket without it seeming strange he was going to remain seated.

The answer on why was under his precisely placed napkin.

It had all begun about an hour and fifteen minutes ago, not that FF was counting. Dinner had been wrapping up and people had started to get up and jostle about. Flirtations were flying across the table and generally over FF’s head. The team had been smiling, there’d been laughter, and it had seemed unlikely for anything to go wrong.

He relaxed and that’s where he made a mistake.

FF could not eat the meal served. He’d had his liquid dinner on the way over on the bus so it didn’t bother him much to have a decent looking meal in front of him and not being able to eat it. He wasn’t going to eat so he hadn’t even unwrapped his cutlery, wanting to save the clean up crew from at least his set of utensils. He hadn’t placed the napkin over his lap to protect himself, what danger could there possibly be when he was not going to be eating?

The danger came when a Trojan smacked the table hard as he laughed at something that he had taken as a joke but, knowing Kevin, was probably a serious suggestion.

Hit the table hard enough to jostle FF’s plate.

Hit the table hard enough to jostle FF’s plate and more specifically a meatball that was with the pasta served with the beef tenderloin.

Hit the table hard enough to jostle FF’s plate and more specifically a meatball that was with the pasta served with the beef tenderloin so that it fell off of his plate and onto his lap.

Fell right onto his unprotected lap.

FF had looked down at his gray pants now irreversibly blemished by the errant meatball. His mind flashing back to when Nicky had decided on these pants. Remembers how Nicky hadn’t wanted him to vanish in the lower lighting of the banquet.

FF had grabbed his cutlery and put the napkin over his lap, far too late to save his pants, but fast enough that no one would see that he had spaghetti pants.

After that the trajectory of his evening had changed dramatically.

He was going to sit here all night until they were getting into the bus and then he’d have his winter jacket on and it was a long jacket that would cover his mark of shame. You might think that FF could just slip under the radar and go try and clean off the stain or at least hide somewhere less conspicuous.

He would, he really would, except he can feel the eyes of Captain Jeremy on him regardless of how low his presence is. FF entered into Ultra Stealth but Captain Jeremy merely turned to him and asked a friendly question that had Nicky startle remembering that FF was next to him still.

Captain Jeremy has x-ray vision and can see the wall behind the wallpaper. Captain Jeremy can see colors that mantis shrimp can only dream of. Captain Jeremy is standing in some secret government office pointing on the radar as CIA and Military officials look on going “What are you talking about he’s right here?” with a smile.

Captain Jeremy was the kid that ate all the cheap fruit on a dessert table before he looked at the cake when he was a kid.

It’s the first time in his entire life that he’d been completely unable to slip below someone’s attention and if it were any other time he might feel good about that. Might enjoy the idea of being seen and having the attention of someone like Captain Jeremy on him.

Except FF has Spaghetti Pants.

FF cannot escape the man’s determination to ‘make it up’ to him after Aaron had let slip that FF had a restraining order against one of his brothers.

FF insisted that it was okay.

Captain Jeremy insisted on making sure he had a good time.

FF insisted that a good time for him would be to sit at this table all night by himself. He kept to himself that what would really make it would be for him to sit without anyone around to notice he had spaghetti pants.

Captain Jeremy seemed to think that it was due to the still healing stomach injury and insisted on at least keeping him company then, unaware of the unvoiced second part.

So Captain Jeremy of the USC Trojans had declared himself FF’s banquet buddy. A man that was friends or at least friendly with almost every single player here at the banquet.

He looks around the banquet and sees the various tense standoffs at the other tables. These were men and women who would find even the smallest thing and never let you forget it.

He doesn’t know what he’d do if they realize he had spaghetti pants.

How does one recover on the court when the person you’re up against can remember the cold December evening that you dumped a meatball on your pants? He can already hear the jeering nicknames.

He wants to sink into his seat but he’s afraid to shift at all, worried he’ll dislodge the napkin in some way and the newest person coming up to say ‘Hi’ to Jeremy Knox will notice the marinara stain on his pants.

While Jeremy was distracted he did try to wet Nicky’s disposed of napkin to perhaps clean himself off a bit except before he could a Raven came up to him, “Come with me.” a large Raven Backliner says, jerking his head towards the bathrooms.

“No thank you.” FF answers in return, “I don’t need to do that.” he says assuming that the Backliner had seen him shift in his seat and assume he needed to use the restroom.

The Raven Backliner stood for a few moments as if waiting for him to change his mind but then Captain Jeremy’s attention snapped back, “Can we help you with something?” Captain Jeremy asks and his friendly demeanor had vanished.

“I-” The Raven Backliner started to say before seemingly deciding that it wasn’t worth it and walked away.

Captain Jeremy and him continued to talk. They had somehow fallen onto the SAW movie franchise and FF could admit that he was surprised that the Trojan Captain had watched the series.

“You need to come with me.” A Raven Striker says coming up and interrupting the two of them as they talked about the ethics of SAW. FF believed that it was all well and good to learn to appreciate life but there had to be simpler ways to go about teaching that. Jeremy didn’t disagree, he just also thought that sometimes there were some people who Jigsaw never intended to redeem and those people may have deserved their fates.

FF tilts his head, “Do I?” he asks since it didn’t seem like the ERC had made any sort of announcement and she seems utterly and completely perplexed by his response.

The girl looks at him, looks over her shoulder, looks back at him, “Yes?” she responds sounding so unsure that even FF wouldn’t believe her.

“I don’t think he does.” Captain Jeremy interrupts gaze utterly cooled from the warm one he had been giving FF throughout their philosophical debate.

The Raven Striker looks cowed and FF almost feels bad for her but not bad enough to console her when he has spaghetti pants.

She leaves.

FF and Captain Jeremy’s conversation shifts to winter break plans. Captain Jeremy is going home to his family and he’s taking Jean Moreau with him. “I think my mom likes him more than she likes me sometimes.” Jeremy laughs heartily. “He deserves nice holidays though so I’m always happy to bring him up.” he says voice and features going soft as he looks to where Jean Moreau was standing with a raised eyebrow next to Andrew as Kevin and Neil were having some animated conversation.

FF talks about his own plans with the Foxes and how he’ll be spending the break with them. He thinks Captain Jeremy looks a little sad about that but whatever sadness there is Captain Jeremy moves past it quickly and starts to ask if he had plans to go anywhere specific in New York. He heartily recommends the LEGO store when FF says he’s never been.

“Someone important wishes to speak with you.” An Offensive Dealer from the Ravens says and he looks like he’s about to shake apart as he stands in front of them.

“Who?” He asks, tilting his head and sipping his water.

The Dealer looks at him.

“Is it that hard of a question to answer?” Captain Jeremy asks voice stern once again.

“He’s…Master is-” The Dealer goes paler and Smith can’t help but pull out his handkerchief from his front suit pocket as he sees the Dealer break out into a cold sweat.

“You don’t look well, maybe you should sit down?” he asks with his handkerchief extended in offer. The man looks at him and then the handkerchief and then takes it. “Thank you.” he says

“Wow a handkerchief? My pocket square is just a fake one sewed in.” Captain Jeremy laughs jovial once again as the Raven took a seat shakily.

“It’s something my dad used to always say.” Smith thinks about the additional handkerchiefs in his pockets. “A gentleman always has a handkerchief on hand to help.” He pulls out a second one, “A real gentleman has two.” he adds and folds the new handkerchief into shape for the pocket square again.

Captain Jeremy laughs, “Sounds like a great guy! He must be happy you took his advice to heart.” he says and it doesn’t hurt that bad when Captain Jeremy is saying it since he’s saying something so nice.

“I hope so.” he agrees and doesn’t feel like ruining the mood.

Captain Jeremy turns his attention back onto the Raven who has taken a seat and his eyes soften on the Raven, “Wow you really are pale. Not a lot of sunlight in the Nest?” he asks.

The Dealer swallows, now visibly the most nervous person at the table which is saying something considering that FF is at the table.”I-I’m just pale naturally.” he denies.

“Sit and talk with us until you feel better.” Captain Jeremy insists, “What’s your name by the way?” he asks.

“Michael.” He answers awkwardly.

“Great, my name is Jeremy,” Captain Jeremy points at himself, “and this is Smith. So, have you ever been to New York City before?” he asks

Captain Jeremy, FF, and Michael chat at length about Michael’s New York pizza recommendations. Captain Jeremy asks about some of the places he has been in New York and the longer Michael is there chatting the more color comes to his face and the more vehement he becomes that Captain Jeremy managed to pick all the worst places by accident.

“You’re kidding me! It was 10 bucks a slice, it has to be good!” Captain Jeremy exclaims looking as if Michael was telling him Santa and the Easter Bunny weren’t real.

“If you’re paying more than $2.50 it’s a rip.” Michael insists passionately. “If it’s more expensive than the subway ticket then it’s a racket!” he slams his fist down at the table.

“You mean to tell me that I was lied to by that person I followed on Twitter?” Captain Jeremy asks, appalled.

“Swindled.” Michael insists.

“Christ, I’ve given that recommendation to so many people.” Captain Jeremy and while gesturing he puts his elbow in his own remaining spaghetti, “Oh shit.” he says. Smith looks at the black suit jacket and thinks about a future one step to the left where he had on black pants and a black suit jacket.

“I’m sure it’s good.” FF tries to comfort offering Jeremy his third handkerchief, this one from his left pocket since the one in his breast pocket was a specific color for the ‘look’ that Nicky had wanted. “It’s just not representative of a New York slice,” he adds.

“Thanks Smith.” Captain Jeremy takes the handkerchief wetting it with the glass of water nearby and wiping away the excess of marinara and spaghetti. “I’m going to go wash this off and try to dry it for you.” he says holding the handkerchief up.

“You don’t have to do that.” FF says but Jeremy is waving him off as he stands.

“Sit tight, I’ll be right back.” he says and heads off.

FF turns to Michael, “So I shouldn’t trust anything more than $2.50?” he asks.

Michael shakes his head and turns to look at FF, “Absolutely not.” he says with a smile before FF can see his eyes flick away and he stiffens. “Hey, it’s…” he looks down and the handkerchief, “it’s been nice chatting with you but… is there anyway we can take this conversation somewhere else?” he asks.

FF blinks, “No, I’m not getting up until the party is over.” Smith declines because by this point the stain has set. There is no stealthily cleaning it now that Captain Jeremy has left.

“So, you’ll get up once the banquet is over?” Michael asks leaning across the table and as he does that Smith can see a fairly ugly bruise on the Dealer’s forehead.

“I’ll have to won’t I?” he asks because despite the not-zero possibility that he’ll get left behind by the team again. His gaze shifts to Nicky who is leaning heavily against Matt as the two sway back and forth dancing and laughing. Probably about 50/50 at this point, depending on how quickly FF can make his way out of the stadium.

Michael looks at him and there’s something in his eyes that feels saddened, “Yeah, I guess that’s true.” he says before rising to his feet. “Thank you for this.” he says and hands the handkerchief back. FF can’t help but notice how there was a schmear of make-up on it.

The Dealer walks off and FF waves him off with the handkerchief before sliding it back into his right pocket, where he kept dirty handkerchiefs. He lets his eyes wander across the banquet. He sees Aaron and Katelyn slow dancing to a song that is not a slow dance. He sees Kevin and Jean now in the middle of a passionate conversation. Jack is pouting by the punch bowl with a few other Sophomores patting him on the back. Sheena is seemingly trying to flirt with the older bartender. Nicky and Matt have somehow only gotten sloppier in the 2 minutes between when he last looked at them and now. Captain Neil and Andrew are at the dessert table and he sees Andrew offering Captain Neil a chocolate covered strawberry. He sees a gaggle of his fellow freshmen huddled together all sipping their drinks nervously he moves to wave them over back to the table. Threat of the reveal of his spaghetti pants aside he’s not used to be alone anym-

“What the fuck did you just say?!” He hears behind him.

“I said what I said. She wasn’t even that hot! Get over it!” Another mocking voice.

“That’s it!” the sound of glass shattering and all hell breaks loose.

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

#Fluent Freshman AU #AFTG #AFTG AU #AFTG OC #Jeremy 'sometimes people deserve the reverse bear trap' Knox is one of my fav flavors of Jeremy #Jeremy: “Haha I'm just a nice guy”#Also Jeremy upon seeing certain Ravens near Jean: “100% MAXIMUM NO CHILL!”#I will put in the tags here #That I know diddly and squat about New York Pizza #I googled what a slice costs today #and subtracted a bit to account fo inflation #MAN WHAT A DAY IT'S BEEN FOR ME #Banging out FF #Buying a Condo #Got to finally bring up the thing I decided on for Smith which is that he is a handkerchief guy #It's something my own dad believes #Thanks Tim for the goof #I appreciate all the handkerchiefs that were bleached to death during the indoor soccer years #Andrew and Neil are absolutely saying the most disgusting shit #Kevin and Jean are arguing because Jean has a tan and Kevin wants to make sure he put on enough sunscreen #Kevin: “I hope you're using protection.”#Jean: (spits out his drink) “PARDON?”#Kevin: “At least SPF 50.”#Jean: “I fucking hate you so much.”#Also Jean and Andrew having a little moment together as the exy idiots gush is in part from Madlad's lil comic #It made me laugh so hard I had to reference it here #Though Andrew's not going to ask for sloppy make outs from Jean #That's Jeremy's job.

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