#tysm for the ask btw!! sorry you got a whole essay ^^;

[hevanderson]

talk about ur hyper specific pezberry au!!!!

THANK YOU. I WILL!

before i do though i Do want to say that this does kind of tap into anti brit/tana + st/b.erry stuff, and both santana and rachel do bad things that are framed as bad things. i don't condone cheating or infidelity, i just think it'd make for incredible yuri potential

im about to go on a ridiculously long rant so tldr; they cheat on their spouses with each other at a high school reunion and nothing good comes from it

so! the basis of the pezberry au (affectionately titled 'The Great Pezberry Affair' as of right now) is that its 2023 and rachel is incredibly dissatisfied with her life. this isn't what she wants, she's not feeling the same spark from jesse, she hasn't been able to act in a while due to having children, she's just kinda miserable but she's not fully aware of it. then she gets a text from brittany about a high school reunion and she's so happy like this is exactly what she needed. so she tells jesse she's going to ohio for a week, maybe two (he's a little pissed about it + decides to stay in ny). she goes to ohio and things go pretty smooth for a day or so and then the high school reunion night happens

the high school reunion is where things start to go down. so it's a good time like it's a fun party and stuff and then rachel sees santana and is like omg i haven't talked to her in a Bit i should go catch up so she does and she never realized how easy it was to talk to santana, she must've taken that for granted before. throughout the night rachel very slowly starts to dig up some old feelings about santana that quickly turn not platonic. when santana kisses her cheek for a picture (rachel can feel the wedding ring on santana's finger on her chin), she feels electricity she hasn't had in years and she knows she's screwed but she can't stop thinking about santana and how soft her lips were against her cheek

more party shenanigans happen and then sam is like 'oh btw guys im going to have a little ex-nd after-party/hang out at my place" and naturally rachel goes (it isn't a coincidence she decides to go after santana + brittany decided to go). the party is going well but rachel is Still thinking about santana but nothing comes of it until rachel is sent to sams basement to get some more drinks and santana follows her. in the basement santana is like 'i noticed you staring at me berry you aren't subtle, but im into it and i'd love to be your first girl kiss' and rachels like Oh No I'm Married You're Married Let's Not but santanas like 'it doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you. besides, like i told britt all the time in school, it isn't cheating if we have the same plumbing– and despite your mannish hands, im pretty sure we do' and rachel kisses her. she doesn't wait for santana to make the first move, she just does it. and it's magic. it's like rachels first time being kissed. it's amazing. scene ends on them making out against a fridge or something lmfao

so more flirty very secretive stuff happens over the course of this week until it's time for both to fly back to their homes. rachel decides to call this off because it's already making her guilty and she can't continue this. santana agrees and says it's fun while it lasted but she does need to focus on brittany- plus it'd be a huge scandal if people found out broadway's golden child and this up and coming singer were having an affair. they say their goodbyes. but on the fly home santana still won't leave rachels head; even in new york she's all rachel can think about so she caves and texts her way too late at night and santana responds. theyre back on. they exchange flirty texts and pictures and call when they're positive nobody's around. it's all so wrong and so right and so addicting

then jesse finds out. jesse saw these texts because rachels phone kept buzzing while she was showering or something and he knows everything. cue huge fight that ends in jesse leaving. rachel immediately calls santana and is confrontational and blaming her for him leaving etc etc but santana isn't accepting this blame because she was going to leave her alone, it was rachel who came crawling back. they fight too and santana agrees to not talk to her like this ever again. and rachel is alone

#is this ooc? probably yes. does sharing this make me so nervous? yes. however this has taken over my brain i needed to share it #tysm for the ask btw!! sorry you got a whole essay ^^; #porcelainvino #my post #asks

[spider-barnes]

harry holland x reader, reader pulling an all nighter coz they need too write an essay and harry distracting them . tysm i love ur writing btw

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: Thank you, nonnie. I got inspired by this and almost wrote the whole thing in one go so thanks for the request! Hope you enjoy it!

It gets a little suggestive in the last three lines but that’s about it.

HARRY MASTERLIST ✦ TOM MASTERLIST

When Harry came through the door at the end of the afternoon, you were in full study mode. One of your friends had just reminded you of an essay you had to submit before 8am tomorrow morning, an essay you had totally forgotten about. Which meant you had a little over twelve hours to find ideas, come up with a structured plan and write the whole thing.

You and Harry were going to two different universities, a few miles from each other and he had come to stay with you for the end of the week since you were supposed to have more free time than you usually did. But now you could say goodbye to sleep and to the chill night you had originally planned to spend with your boyfriend.

“Hi love” he said, coming up behind where you were sitting and kissing your temple.

“Hi” you answered, not looking away from your computer screen.

“What you doing?” he asked, leaving small kisses on your neck.

“Have to write this.”

He looked at the word document and read what you’d done so far. You didn’t explain how urgent it was or how stressed you were, your sole focus being on your work in progress. He left one more kiss on your cheek before moving to the sofa and scrolling on his phone.

The room was quiet for a while, you typing away and Harry doing whatever he was doing on his phone until he started watching his stories on Instagram with the sound on. You didn’t say anything at first, thinking it wouldn’t take long, but it seemed to never stop.

“Harry” you said, catching his attention.

“Yeah?”

“Can you turn the volume down?” you asked, not turning around to look at him.

“Oh, sure, sorry.”

You managed to get more work done in the following hour and a half, the room being silent again. You were stuck on one of your ideas, not being able to develop it the way you wanted to. It was starting to annoy you, especially considering how fast time was going by. That’s when your boyfriend’s phone rang and he picked up. When you turned towards him and gave him a look, he mouthed a ‘sorry’ before walking to your bedroom and closing the door behind him. You could still hear his voice but it was low enough for you to focus back on your screen.

He came back out about half an hour later, coming up to you, eyes glued to his phone.

“What do you want to eat tonight?” he asked, one of his hands resting on your shoulder.

“Just order whatever you want.”

When you didn’t say anything more to him or react to his touch, he went back to sit down on the sofa. When the food arrived, he came up behind you again, hoping you would at least join him for dinner.

“Can you take a break?”

“I can’t” you answered, typing away on your keyboard.

“You need to eat something” he said, worrying about you.

“I don’t have time to eat” you mumbled.

He ate in silence behind you, looking at the food he’d ordered for you and hoped you’d share with him. After over an hour had gone by and you still hadn’t moved, he put your dinner in the fridge, not wanting it to go to waste.

You got up from your chair for the first time, after 10pm, as you needed to pee and fill up your water bottle. Harry hoped you were done for the day but you quickly resumed your position at your desk, not even looking at him.

You managed to get one more hour of work in peace when your boyfriend came up behind you again. His hands rested on your shoulders, slowly massaging them while his lips kissed along your jawline.

“Harry” you said, trying not to let yourself be distracted by him.

“Hm?” he hummed against the skin of your neck which he was now covering in kisses.

“I’m working.”

“Don’t stop on my behalf” he answered, but he knew the effect he had on you.

“I need to finish this” you insisted, trying to focus on your open document again.

“Just want to spend some time with you” he said, gently sucking on a specific spot on your neck.

“I can’t right now.”

"You've barely said a word to me since I came through the door."

"I don't have the time right now."

You cound't lose any minute of work and you didn't need him to make you feel guilty about not paying attention to him. And he wasn’t listening to you. His lips continued their attack on your neck and his hands moved down your sides, brushing against the exposed skin of your hips where your shirt had ridden up. You usually loved those small touches but in this moment you really couldn’t deal with them or with him.

“For fuck’s sake, Harry, leave me alone! Please” you snapped, voice louder than you had intended, startling him.

He opened his mouth as if to say something but closed it again. His mouth left your neck and his hands fell from your hips, moving away from you. You squeezed your eyes shut for a second, imagining the hurt expression on his face, but you didn’t turn around. You heard him grab his phone and laptop from the coffee table before he left the room without saying another word. You let out a sigh, finally being in peace and able to put all of your attention on what you were trying to write. You were too stressed and focused on your work to even spare your boyfriend a thought. You simply told yourself you would deal with him in the morning once you were done and able to relax.

You spent another hour organising your ideas before you started writing everything.

You managed to send in your essay an hour before the deadline, you even had time to proofread it twice. In the end, you were pretty happy with what you’d done.

You closed your laptop and got up from your chair for the first time in how many hours? You’d lost count. You stretched your arms and legs. You grabbed your discarded phone from the sofa and looked through your notifications. It’s only when you saw the photo of Harry and you on your home screen that you remembered yelling at him to go away. You suddenly felt really bad about it, regretting ever talking to him that way.

You quietly made your way to your bedroom, slowly pushing the door open. Your boyfriend was lying on his side, back turned to where you would usually be. You thought he was still asleep until you noticed his body tensing when you got under the covers behind him. You moved on the mattress so that your body was close to his.

“Hi" you said, voice almost a whisper. "I know you’re awake."

He didn’t answer or move. You couldn’t blame him though. But you were determined to apologise and fix things between the two of you. You never really fought and that was the first time you'd ever properly raised your voice with him.

You moved closer to him, your front touching his back. Even though you were almost always the little spoon, you knew he enjoyed it when the roles were reversed from time to time. He still didn’t react but at least he didn’t move away from you.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you, bub. I didn’t mean to, I was just under a lot of stress because of this essay I had to write at the last minute and I took it out on you.”

Still nothing. You put an arm around him, resting your hand on his chest. You pressed a kiss on his temple, on his cheek then on his jaw, like he had done to you hours ago.

“Come on, baby, I’m sorry, please stop pouting.”

You still didn’t get any reaction out of him. You knew he could be stubborn but you didn’t know how much until now. Fine, you were done playing fair then. You slowly moved your hand down his chest and under his shirt, fingers tracing random patterns on his stomach. He still didn’t say anything, though he couldn’t help but lean into your touch, body pressing back against yours. You smirked at that, knowing exactly what he liked and what would make him eventually cave in. His eyes remained closed and his body still but you knew all his attention was on you, on your next step. You kept stroking the soft skin of his chest, going a bit lower every time. You kissed his cheek again, then down to his neck. He moved his head the slightest bit, giving you more access. You smiled against his skin, knowing you were getting closer to your goal. When your mouth teased the sweet spot below his ear, gently sucking on it, he let out a small noise, biting his lip to prevent another one from coming out.

“I promise I won’t yell again” you said in his ear. “Now that I’m done, I’m all yours for the day.”

He still didn't say a word. Your nails gently scratched down his chest to his lower stomach, teasing the skin just above the elastic of his boxers. When he didn’t try to stop you and, quite the contrary, leaned into your touch, you moved your hand under the fabric.

“Let me make it up to you.”

#harry holland x reader #all nighter #request