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summary: in which you have a slight fight with Drum over your favorite practice room. you need it to practice your music and he needs it to practice whatever it is he does, but Aaron finds out and comes to your rescue.

before you read: this is probably the most self indulgent fic i’ve ever written, forgive any inaccuracies. i'm assuming aaron can play piano because my school only lets you play percussion if you can play piano, school starts at 6:45 for me so it does in this fic as well, LOWKEY OOC AARON…, voice teachers are scary af , READER IS FEM, written in honor of me having a recital in a week and i am in fact losing my voice, DRUM APPEARS AND LIKE THE THING IS IS THAT I DONT REMEMBER WHO’S WHO SO HE’S JUST REFERRED TO AS DRUM , this flows so weirdly sorry yall i promise i had an outline , this is like the 20th fic that reader cries in (reader is so me.), i didn’t wince as much while writing the affection (PROGRESS!!!), THIS IS NOT PROOFREADDD reader is implied to be in choir and not in play an instrument anymore, SOME MUSICAL TERMS?? if you’re confused about them I Will Add Explanations.

WC: 6.2k words. holy moly.

songs referenced that are good to listen to:

sebben crudele

ah! tardai troppo

—

You always tried to get to school early to make use of the practice rooms especially since everyone seemed to want to use them at that time. You especially needed to practice considering the fact that you had a rehearsal today with your accompanist and you hadn’t practiced at all for it. You found that arguably the best practice room was open so you placed your stuff in there and tried to quickly get your binder and your anthology book for lessons. You noticed a person standing in front of the room. He notices you as well. “Are you using it?” He asks, looking at you expectantly.

“Yeah? My stuff is already in there,” you tell him, clutching your binder. If he really wanted to fight about a practice room at 6 in the morning, he could if he wanted to. You would gladly give it up if he was going to keep it going, but you’d make practicing absolute hell for him.

“Well I need to use it to record something for an assignment,” he says, clearly expecting you to give up the practice room. You roll your eyes at him. He really couldn’t have used one of the other open practice rooms? Sure their acoustics were horrible in comparison to this one, but your stuff was already in there!

“I needed to use it to practice something for voice lessons,” you respond, raising your binder and book up. He looks at it, confused.

“Can’t you do that somewhere else?” He asks, giving you a look of disdain. You roll your eyes and decide to end the conversation. When you said you’d make practicing hell for him, you weren’t joking. You enter the practice room next to his and you pull out your sheet music. After doing some light hums and lip trills, you pull out a couple arias from your book. Quickly taking a sip of water, you sing a couple scales. Your voice seemed to be in good condition today. Perfect. You decide on the easier of the two arias to avoid straining your voice - Sebben Crudele. You sing through it to see if you had it memorized and thankfully you did! This would help you avoid the wrath of your voice teacher. You were going through the rough patches of the song when you heard a knock on the door. You look through the window and see the guy from earlier.

You open the door and give him a confused look. He clears his throat. “Do you mind keeping it down? Everytime I record my part check, I hear more of you than I hear myself!” He’s cut off by the sound of yelling down the hall.

“DRUM. DRUM. DRUM I SWEAR TO GOD.” You both look to see where the voice is coming from and you see the source coming this way. It was a brunette boy who looked outraged at the guy who knocked on your door. You both look at him confused. Why was he calling out for a drum???

“Aaron what’s wrong???” The guy asked, looking confused.

“Tell me why I found your crumpled up sheet music on the floor covered in spit,” Aaron says, clearly pissed. He gives you a look and then Drum?? one as well. “Is he bothering you?” He asks. You sigh and nod.

“She was bothering me! She kept like making all these high pitched noises!” Drum?? says, looking at you as if you committed a war crime.

“This is what happens when you make the wrong person mad,” you mutter, rolling your eyes at the dude in front of you. Aaron sighs at the exchange.

“Do you mean singing?” He asks him, giving him a dirty look.

“Yeah! That thing!! Can’t you do that anywhere?? So she doesn’t really need the practice room!” Drum tried arguing.

“You can also play your little instruments anywhere, but I’m not complaining about that,” you retort.

“Aaron!! Do Something!!” He says. The boy rolls his eyes.

“Just leave her alone. She has a point. What’s your name?” Aaron asks, turning to you. You tell him your name and he nods. “If he keeps bothering you, or if any of the drumline bothers you, come to me and I’ll set things straight.” You nod at his comment, amused that he’d even say something like that. He was probably a section leader, you thought, judging by the way he commanded that guy to leave you alone. He reminded you of one of your old section leaders. You leave it at that and shut the door and continue practicing.

Aaron sighed as he dragged Drum away from the practice rooms and into the band room. He gave him the dirtiest of looks. “Why would you embarrass us like that?” He asks, rubbing his temples as Drum struggled to come up with an explanation. “You know what Wiley said, to leave the vocalists alone if they’re practicing. They need the practice rooms just as much as we do.”

“Yeah but she was so loud! She was louder than me trying to play the part check!” He whines. Aaron does the thing that you do to dogs to get them to calm down. He pokes his neck with two fingers.

“If she’s louder than your playing, then that’s your issue. An instrument playing at forte will always be louder than someone singing forte,” he grumbles, obviously fed up with his antics. This wasn’t the first time that a spat between Drum and a vocalist occurred. “Just practice elsewhere. Practice here for god’s sake.” Aaron decides to walk out of the room, but stay nearby to see if he actually practices. He does not. He let out a loud exhale as he tried to come up with a prank to use to get Drum to practice productively. The bell rang and interrupted his thinking.

You let out a sigh as the bell rang. You didn’t want to go to class and would much rather practice your music. Instead of putting your belongings back into the choir room, you decided to just put them in your backpack. As you exited, he called out your name. You turn to face him and greet him with a smile. “Thanks for earlier,” you say, fidgeting with your hands.

He nods. “It was nothing.” The two of you walk in awkward silence until you exit the music hallway.

“So what class are you headed to?” You ask him as you both go the same way.

“Poetry.” “Do you like it?” You ask. He didn’t seem like the type to take poetry in the first place, but we all have our interests.

“I think it’s a good outlet for me, even though I wasn’t the biggest fan of it when I took the class. I only took it because my counselor said I couldn’t take a different class.” You nod at his words. You had beef with your counselor so you understand why he felt that way. “What class are you going to?” He asks, looking you straight in the eye. You only realized this now, but he was really attractive. You brush it off and continue the conversation. You can talk about him to your friends later.

“English,” you say, shuddering. He gives you a confused look.

“Who do you have?”

“Williams.” He makes a face that could only be described as pure loathing.

“Well I’m sorry for your loss. I hated her when I had her.”

“I always feel horrible for the classes near us whenever she goes on one of her rants,” you murmur, thinking back to the time that she got really pissed about a kid’s essay and threw a heavy metal water bottle.

“No yeah, my poetry class is right next door and every time she starts going on a tangent, my teacher just tells us to brace ourselves and he plays music,” he says, almost amused. You nod and let out a laugh. The two of you walk in silence to the English wing and separate once you two get to your respective classes. But before the two of you enter your respective classes he stops you. You give him a confused look.

“Is something wrong?” You ask, tilting your head. He shakes his head with a smile. “No, just hand me your phone,” he says, sticking his hand out.

“Didn’t think you’d be the type to ask for my number so soon,” you joke, obviously keeping your phone away from him. He laughs as you try to keep him from getting it.

“Well then, if you don’t want my number, then I guess you’ll have to fall victim to all the band kids who are gonna bother you in the practice rooms,” he says, shrugging and getting ready to leave.

“Wait! Aaron, no!” You say, grabbing his hand and placing your phone in it. He lets out a chuckle at how you caved. He puts his number into your phone and sends himself a text. He pulls out his phone and checks to see if it sent. It did.

“If any band kids pester you again, just text me and I’ll gladly come to your rescue,” he says, smirking at you.

“Thanks for the offer Prince Charming, but I don’t think you’ll have to.”

“Oh so you think I’m charming?” He asks, raising his eyebrows at you. You shake your head and try to hide your laughter as you head to class, but he stops you again. “What class do you have after this?”

“Math…”

“With who?”

“Miller…”

“We’re in the same class.”

“What? How have I not noticed you?” You ask him, trying to recall if he ever was in your class.

“I don’t know, but I knew you looked familiar earlier. Let’s walk to math together afterwards?” You nod and finally get into your classroom just before the bell rang.

—

You wait for Aaron outside of your classroom. The door to his class is still closed, but right as you’re about to leave, the door swings open. He comes out of class, eyes scanning the area, looking for you. He smiles when he sees that you waited for him. “Glad that you didn’t forget about our little plan,” he says, walking next to you.

“How could I? It’s not everyday that you talk to Mr. Prince Charming himself,” you say, laughing at your own joke.

“If anything, Peter’s Prince Charming. I think I’m more of a Derek Charming,” he says shrugging.

“Like from Ever After High?” You ask, looking amused.

“Yeah, that one.”

“What do you know about Ever After High?” You tease.

“I’ll have you know that I watch it with my little sister,” he says, sticking his hands up in defense. A thought pops into your head.

“Wait, so where do you sit in math? I still don’t know how I didn't notice that you were in my class.”

“I’m like all the way in the back corner by the door.” You nod.

“That’s a really good seat. I got stuck sitting by her desk. But looking out the windows is really nice, if she actually leaves the blinds open.” You both snicker at your comment. Your teacher was infamous for having an insanely dark classroom that everyone fell asleep in. Her blinds were always closed and her lights would always be off and instead, she would only have fairy lights on. You both entered the class and you both chatted at his spot until the bell rang. You wandered off to your desk and sat there, getting your things out.

“Ok class! I have a bad headache right now, so you guys can just do these practice problems with a partner and just check them with the answer key by the end of class,” she said, handing out sheets of paper. You turn to look for a partner and realize that your friend was absent today. You sigh and figure that you’ll just work alone on it. When you get ready to start the first problem, you notice a figure standing by your desk. You look up and see Aaron.

“Wanna be my partner?” He asks and you nod. You follow him to his seat and pull up a chair. He’s actually pretty good at math which is nice since math is definitely one of your weak spots. The two of you make small talk until he asks an interesting question. “Would you want to hypothetically help me pull a prank?” You raise an eyebrow.

“On who?” “The guy from earlier. He’s in my section and he’s been causing some trouble lately and I need to keep him in line somehow.” You nod at his reasoning. It makes sense, but you’ve never heard of anyone pulling pranks to keep anyone in line. The worst thing a section leader has done in choir was probably just throw a stand with someone’s binder and music in it but that was different from a prank.

“I’ll think about it. I just need more details, you know?” He nods. “What would you even do?” He says something regarding his drum. “But how would I be involved?”

“I just need you to do your thing and sing your little heart out. That shouldn’t be too difficult right?” You let out a small laugh at his question.

“It shouldn’t be. Any suggestions on what I should be singing?” You ask jokingly. But he seems to take it seriously.

“Do you have your music on you?” You nod and pull out your anthology book and hand it to him. He reads the title.

“Coloratura arias for soprano. Neat.” He flips through the book, examining the music. He places the book between the two of you so you both can get a look. You already knew the contents of the book, so you chose to observe him. He grimaced as he looked at a page.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, trying to see what page he was on. It was a page from the aria “Ah! Tardai Troppo”. All the melismas must’ve been what he was referencing. “Nothing. Your music just looks intimidating. But I think you should sing this one.” He gently shuts the book and hands it to you. Your hands brush for a split second. You’re definitely going to tell your friends about him. You put your book away in your bag and continue on with the math problems.

—

Later in the day, you walk to the music hallway with a skip in your step after your interactions with Aaron. He’s really sweet and funny and just… he’s amazing. You go to find your voice teacher in the choir room, but you see her speaking to Garth. Garth was one of your closest friends as you often kept him company when he wasn’t busy accompanying any of the choirs. Both of them looked concerned and only looked even more worried when they both saw you. “Did someone die?” You ask, looking around. No one else was there except for the three of you.

“No, it’s not that. I’m afraid I won’t be able to accompany you during solo/ensemble night. Something personal came up,” Garth says. You nod in understanding. Whatever it was, you hope that he’s ok. “It’s ok Garth! I just need to find someone else to accompany me right?” You ask, looking between the two of them. Your voice teacher nods and Garth clears his throat.

“Yep! And in fact, I think I have the perfect person for you. Do you know Aaron? Aaron Pace?” Garth asks. You nod. “I’m sure he’d be willing to accompany you. In fact, I think he has lunch this hour so you could ask him right now and you could give him my music as well.” He hands you the sheet music.

“I’ll go hunt him down!” You say, giving a mock salute to the two of them. You exit the choir room and head into the practice rooms. You send Aaron a quick text.

where are you?

He responds just as fast.

practice rooms, why?

You sigh

i need to meet with you, it’s important.

meet me in the big piano practice room. i’m already there.

You circle around the practice rooms and find the one he was talking about. He was sitting on the piano bench on his phone and looking up. His eyes brightened when he saw you and he let out a chuckle when you tried to pull open the heavy door. “What’s up?” He asks, looking concerned after seeing the look on your face.

“I kind of have a favor to ask you. It’s fine if you don’t want to, but basically I need an accompanist for solo ensemble night and mine kind of bailed and he told me to ask you if you could be my accompanist,” you sputter out. He nods, deep in thought.

“I mean sure, why not? Solo ensemble night is like, a month away right?” You nod. “That should be enough time for me to learn the music. Do you have it with you?” You murmur something that seemed like a response and you handed him the sheet music. “Oh nice. This is the song we were looking at earlier, and most of it looks easy enough to learn in like 30 minutes or so. Tell you what, since we’re both a little occupied with our little prank today, when I get home I’ll learn it and if I can learn it pretty quickly, I’ll send you a text and you can come over. If not, we can just run it tomorrow during lunch.” “Yep! That sounds good. Thank you so much for agreeing to this even though I kinda just sprang it onto you,” you say sheepishly.

“Well I’ll be off now. Good luck with whatever his name is.” He laughs at your comment and you walk out. Little did you know, he only agreed to it because it was you.

—

Later in the day, you get a text from Aaron.

i finished learning it. there were only a couple tricky spots, so you can come over now. here’s my address - xxxx

You read through the text and type out a response

would you mind picking me up? It’s totally fine if you can’t, my car’s just getting an oil change right now

You hear the chime of a notification

what's your address? i’ll be omw

You send him your address. After 15 minutes or so you hear the doorbell ring. You grab your things and then head downstairs to look through the peephole. You see him standing there. You open the door. “Hi,” you say, feeling immediately awkward after saying it.

“Hi,” he says back. It takes 5 seconds of awkward silence before the two of you burst out in laughter. “So are you ready to go?” He asks, fiddling with his hands.

“Mhm!! Let me just lock the door real quick and then we can go.” You exit the house and try to lock the door. You stand there, trying to hold all your things while trying to put the key into the lock and Aaron takes your music from you when he notices you struggling. You thank him and you both get into his car, with him opening the door for you. You two both sit in comfortable silence as he drives to his house. You both get out and he uses his house keys to get inside. He gives you a slight tour and leads you to the room where his piano is. He grabs a stand nearby and hands it to you. You decide to break the silence.

“How was it?” You ask, and he hums in response as he’s setting up his music. He freezes like a deer in headlights.

“How was what?”

“Learning the music,” you say, deciding to copy him and set up your music as well. He nods at your response. You notice that he hasn’t responded and has what seems to be a thinking face.

“It wasn’t horrible,” Aaron says, shrugging. You laugh at his response. “What? It wasn’t!”

“I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at how long it took for you to come up with a response,” you say, covering your mouth before your laughter turned into a fit of giggles.

“You are the absolute worst,” he says jokingly, making an exaggerated sighing noise and marking something in his music.

“But you love me for it!” You say, mimicking his actions. He rolls his eyes at you and clears his throat.

“Is there anything that you do that isn’t written in the music?” He asks, picking his pencil up.

“There’s a few ritardandos and other things, but we could just go through the piece and fix it as we go,” you say, flipping through your music. A question lies on the tip of your tongue, but you decide not to ask. Aaron can tell that you were thinking about something though based off of your facial expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I was just curious about why you asked that,” you admit.

“Because I’m accompanying you… It’s not my first time doing this,” he says, laughing at your dumbfounded expression. “You’re the soloist, not me. I’ll always be sure to watch you and follow you.”

“How? Are you gonna practice or something?” You tease, laughing at your own joke.

“I wouldn’t mind doing so if it was you,” he retorts. “But if that’s all, then that should be fine. We should be able to get started.”

You nod and you take a swig of water from your water bottle. He plays the intro to the piece. It goes shockingly well considering that he just learnt the piece and that you hadn’t practiced much, but you eventually get to the end of whatever good luck the two of you had. You got to a very painful melisma with way too many accidentals to count which made it hard to stay in key.

[a melisma is basically a riff - it’s singing multiple notes on one syllable].

Aaron makes a face and stops playing when your voice trails off. “What happened?” He asks, looking genuinely concerned.

“Nothing! I’m fine, I just psyched myself out a little bit with that part. I think I just need to review it really slowly really quickly,” you say, shuddering at the fact. Normally you could sing it in front of literally anyone, but why were you scared to sing it in front of Aaron? He wasn’t going to blow up at you or anything for not being able to sing it.

“No yeah, I get that,” he says, nodding at your comment.

“It’s just embarrassing that I messed up,” you say sheepishly, choosing to fiddle with a corner of your sheet music.

“Don’t worry about it, you sounded great,” he says, turning to face you and giving you what seems to be a genuine smile. You nod and murmur a quick thank you. “So do you want me to play your part for you, or do you want to play it?”

“I can play it.” With that, he scoots over on the piano bench and gives you space to sit. You play your starting note and hum it. You try to make your way through the melisma, but it’s been a while since you had to play an instrument. Aaron notices you struggling after a few rough attempts.

“Here, let me,” he says, so quietly that it was almost a whisper. He gently removes your hands from the keys and instead places his on the keys. With his free hand, he places your hands on top of his and slowly breaks it down for you, letting you control the tempo. After doing this a few times, he looks at you expectantly. “Do you feel better?” He asks, turning to face you.

He looks you straight in the eye. You nod and quickly get up from the bench, trying to hide the flustered look on your face. You think he doesn’t and the rest of the rehearsal goes smoothly. Afterwards, you both make arrangements to meet up again and rehearse before solo ensemble night.

—

After a few more rehearsals, you became much more comfortable performing with Aaron. In fact, you became so comfortable that instead of having productive rehearsals, you’d spend the time mostly talking. You both leaned towards each other to listen to what the other would say. The two of you would talk about small things, like new music that you got or just about your day. But this rehearsal was different. You had been on the brink of losing your voice due to the fact that you’d been overusing it lately, but you tried not to let that get the best of you. You kept running through the piece with him over and over again, but it kept getting harder and harder to get up there. Eventually it got to a point where nothing would come out. When he couldn’t hear your voice, he turned to look at you, but all he saw was you taking deep breaths with teary eyes.

Aaron didn’t know what possessed him, but he immediately got up and went to you. As he got closer, he realized that you started crying harder and started sniffling as well. He starts trying to calm you down, but you decide to wrap your arms around him. He holds you and tries to soothe you as your tears keep coming and eventually they come to a stop. “Are you alright? What happened?” He asks as you pull away from him and just stare. He’s surprised when your voice comes out hoarse and raspy.

“Nothing. I just needed to shut up for a little bit, go on vocal rest, you know? And I was stupid and I chose to ignore it and it just-” You say, trailing off. He nods and opens his arms towards you, giving you a silent offer for a hug. You accept it and he rubs your back as you try to keep calm.

“You don’t need to push yourself. Solo ensemble night is going to go well, don’t worry about it,” he murmurs as you choose to bury your head in his shoulder. He pats your head and is eventually able to coax all the negative feelings out of you. That night, you realized one thing. You absolutely and positively have a thing for Mr. Aaron Pace.

—

That night you decided that you needed to tell someone about what happened and what you should do. You were in absolute shambles. You didn’t know what to do. If you told him about your feelings and destroyed the friendship the two of you had, you didn’t know what you’d do. You decided to call Cadence since she’d probably know the most about him in the first place.

Your phone rang a few times until Cadence answered. You had science with her and the two of you became friends due to the fact that you two both came to class when there were no other seats open, so you both just ended up sitting next to each other. “Hi!! What’s up?” Cadence asks, angling her camera until you could only see her forehead and her eyes. You laugh at her and take a screenshot to annoy her with later. “Why’d you screenshot it?” She asks, zooming out to give you a dirty look.

“No reason,” you say, smirking. “But seriously I wanna ask you about something.” “I’m all ears,” she says, placing her phone on her bed and staring directly into the camera.

“Ew… Don’t do that…” You say, covering your eyes and exaggeratedly shuddering at her actions. “Fine, but what is it that you wanted to talk about?”

“I think I have a crush on someone-” “Who? Is it Aaron?” She asks, wiggling her eyebrows. Your jaw drops. Was it that obvious? “It wasn’t… Actually it kinda was, but if he hasn’t said anything about it yet, then I’d say that he thinks highly of you at least. If he didn’t, he probably would’ve told you to drop it or to stop talking to him.”

“I said that out loud?” You ask, looking confused. She nods.

“Mhm. But seriously, I think you have a chance. Maybe all you need to do is tell him!” “But what if I ruin our friendship by doing that?”

“Well, do the benefits outweigh the risks? Because if you’re really worried about ruining the friendship or something, just ask yourself that before doing so. Other than that, I don’t know what to tell you.” You proceed to tell her about the incident and what happened and she gives the same insight. “He’s blunt. He’s not gonna act like that just because. In fact, I’m surprised he even agreed to being your accompanist in the first place. But there’s a first for everything, so I say you should just go for it.” With that, your conversation with Cadence ends. You let out a loud exhale as you let yourself fall onto your bed. You truly didn’t know what to do.

—

You decided the best way to deal with this was to distance yourself from him. Cadence was right, you needed to be able to weigh both the pros and cons before confessing. You needed to clear your head, and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to do that if you kept talking to him. Your walk to class felt lonely without him and you felt your heart ache when you passed him in the hallway. He tried to wave to you, but you flat-out ignored him. After English, you made sure to take a different route to your shared math class. This routine continued until solo ensemble night.

—

When the night came, you paced anxiously backstage. You were ready to get this over with and be free from your thoughts of Aaron. However, he didn’t make it easy. You were busy watching someone’s performance on stage and didn’t notice him walking over and standing next to you. Someone clearing their throat catches your attention. “You know, you shouldn’t be doing that. It messes with your voice,” you say, not realizing who you were speaking to.

“But I’m not singing,” he says. You turn and finally notice who’s next to you.

“Aaron?” You ask, mouth open in shock. You didn’t think he’d willingly talk to you after you tried distancing yourself from him.

“Did I do something to you? Did I cross a line during that one rehearsal? If I did something, please tell me. I can’t have you ignoring me like this, especially not when I feel- nevermind,” he murmurs, all of it coming out at once.

“You didn’t do anything. It was just me being stupid,” you mutter, rubbing your temples in embarrassment.

“Whatever it was, it probably wasn’t stupid. I’m sure you had a good reason,” he says, trying to get through to you. You shake your head, but you can’t. He takes your face in his hands and looks you in the eye.

“It was stupid. It was so so stupid. I thought that distancing myself from you would help me figure out whether or not I should confess to you and it didn’t work at all and now I’m just left with all these feelings for you and I don’t know what to do,” you blurt out, immediately covering your mouth. You’re shocked that all these words exit your mouth, especially since you were so terrified of confessing to him in the first place. Aaron lets out a deep breath and hugs you tightly.

“You know, you could’ve just told me. I don’t just act this way with anyone. I really do care for you. I have feelings for you as well,” he whispers into your ear. “Can I kiss you?” He asks, pulling away from the hug. You nod and wrap your arms around his neck and he places his hands on your waist. The two of you pull away from each other just before you’re called to the stage. “Good luck out there. Not that you’ll need it,” he says, smirking at you. He pats your head and quickly fixes your hair before the two of you walk out.

“I could say the same to you,” you whisper to him in the wings. He smiles at you and then takes his seat on the piano bench and you take yours by the microphone. The performance goes well.

—

The two of you have a fit of laughter as you both make your way to the parking lot. “I hate these heels,” you say, giggling as you take them off and go barefoot on the concrete. You let out a shriek when Aaron picks you up.

“What? You said you hate your heels, so I just gave you a solution. I can’t have my pretty little girlfriend walking barefoot in the school parking lot. Who knows what you’ll get from walking here?” He jokes, and you let more giggles escape.

“So that’s what I am, huh? Your girlfriend? And you think I’m pretty?” You ask, laughing as he pretends to think.

“Mhm, and I think you’re very pretty,” he says, chuckling at you. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, and pecks you on the forehead, causing you to fake swoon.

“You are the absolute worst, you know that right?” You say, mimicking his words from a while ago.

“You love me for it though,” he says, smiling at you. He puts you down when the two of you reach his car, only to open the door for you and let you in. “Where do you wanna eat?” You shrug and tell him that it didn’t matter and that he could just go through any drive-thru. After getting some fast food, the two of you headed to his house. The drive was shrouded in comfortable silence since both of you guys decided to eat in the parking lot and then drive home. The two of you agreed on having a sleepover after solo ensemble night beforehand so you two could talk about it afterwards and get food together.

Once the two of you got to his house and went through your nighttime routines, the two of you sat on his bed. “So are you sure about the whole having feelings for me too thing or…” You ask, trying to break the silence. He playfully rolls his eyes at you. “No, I just invited you to my house to spend the night because I actually hate you and want to punt you out the window while you sleep,” he says sarcastically. You laugh at his joke and embrace him. “But seriously, I do care for you. In fact, I have something to show for it.” He gets up from his spot on the bed and you follow as well, just now noticing his too short Star Wars pajama pants. He goes to his desk and you stand there awkwardly before he places a box in your hands. He notices you looking between him and the box.

“What is it?” You ask, examining the outside of the box. It was just a plain, small, shipping box - the kind you’d use for jewelry.

“Just open it,” he says, grinning and giving you his hand. You take it and let him lead you back to your spots on the bed. You open the box and find it filled with small strips of paper stapled to a larger piece.

“What is this?” You ask, smiling as you read the paper. You feel your face heat up and you feel flustered when you read the bottom panel of the box. It read: ‘songs that remind me of you and why”. “Shut up,” you say, covering your mouth with your hand. “You did not.”

“I did,” he says, laughing at your reaction. “Go through the songs.” You do, and you notice that they’re all songs that would play during the time the two of you spent together. From discussions about Laufey to trying to get him to scream Taylor swift to arguing about composers, they were all there. You gently shut the box and wrap him in the tightest hug that you could. You quickly break away to give him a peck on the lips, and he decides to deepen it. You finally pull away from him, slightly out of breath and trying to get air back into your lungs.

“When did you make this?” You ask him.

“Around when you were keeping your distance. We had this poetry assignment and I was inspired by it,” he says. “I wanted to preserve all our memories together. After all, I know that music means just as much to you as it does to me and I wanted something that would remind me of that.” You nod at his words.

“I’m glad we’re able to share that then,” you murmur. You wish that you were able to hear the rest of his words, but sleep was catching up to you and you quickly knocked out. He didn’t mind though. The two of you had so much more time to discuss these things in the future.

#aaron pace x reader #aaron pace #bcb #bandcamp boyfriend #band camp boyfriend otome #band camp boyfriend

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s00ck · 1 year

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i did something..

#band camp boyfriend #clark winter #bcb #bandcamp boyfriend otome #sorry guys #lovebird games

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englishotomegames · 9 months

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Band Camp Boyfriend

Release date (Windows, Mac OS, Linux, Steam) English: May 11th, 2023

"For the last few years, the Blue Mountain Bandits High School Marching Band has suffered from inconsistent directorship. Students are dropping out, scores and morale are at an all-time low, and the school doesn’t give the music program the respect it deserves.

Determined to turn everything around, Cadence enters her junior year as the band’s drum major, alongside brand new band director and Blue Mountain alum, Mr. Victor Wiley. Whipping the band into competition shape is easier said than done, but Cadence and Wiley have the drive and optimism to see the task through. To focus solely on perfecting this year’s field show, the band leaves behind society to spend two weeks at Camp Bearpaw, a sports compound located amidst the woodsy Pennsylvania countryside. It’s the perfect place to kindle friendships, make memories, grow as a leader, and perhaps even find love in between rehearsals...

However, band camp isn’t going to be easy. All choices carry weight and unexplained happenings wait in the wings of the camp. Will Cadence lead her classmates to victory--or watch the entire band fall apart around her?"

This is a game by Lovebird Game Studios! You can buy it or download the demo from itch.io, or buy it from Steam.

#otome game #otome games #otome #band camp boyfriend #visual novel #gxb #voice acting #commercial #demo

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animegenork · 1 year

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Because I can. :)

#band camp boyfriend #lovebird games #marching band #otome games #visual novel

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sleeplessdoodai · 7 days

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Taking a break from Ikemen Series game (too scared for the next chapter cause the previous one is kinda angsty) and Stardew Valley. So I'm back to playing PC otome games and I bought the Band Camp Boyfriend. My first playthrough is a bad end since I chose no one in girls talk and my second playthrough is also a bad end cause of low affinity since i play it without guide lol. Now I'm playing it with guide and in recommended order. I started playing Peter's route I'm not finished yet but damn kinda hate Peter, and MC's attitude in this route (literally poor Felicity), it hurts me to chose an option that I wouldn't chose willingly but my brain is screaming "do it for the plot!" HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHA. I like how this game is written and I'm enjoying myself hehe. Can't wait to unlock alll the endings!

#cybird ikemen #ikemen series #stardew valley #band camp boyfriend

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matsushipping · 1 month

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Omg a yttd and ace attorney selfshipper! I'm insane about those games. Are you into any other visual novel games?

- @lovipop

hi!! yes that’s me :D I love Mai n Shi-Long so much!! ace attorney and yttd are some of my favs! but yeah— I’m into a lot of vn, otome and the like !! I’ll answer this in depth so let’s get into it! <3

if we’re talking classic otome:

played ; amnesia (memories, later x crowd), collar x malice, hakuoki, code:realize, psychedelica of the black butterfly, & 7scarlet, nekopara

playing ; ozmafia!

backlog ; psychedelica of the ashen hawk, my vow to my liege, secular love, cinderella phenomenon

if we’re talking mobile otome:

played ; mystic messenger, lovebrush chronicles, obey me! (classic & nb)

playing ; ikemen vampire, love & deepspace

backlog ; ikemen villains

if we’re talking itch.io/steam dating sims/vns:

played ; trouble comes twice, when the night comes, blooming panic, a pinch of magic, intertwined, our life, xoxo droplets, band camp boyfriend, boyfriend dungeon, seduce me, a date with death

playing ; andromeda six

backlog ; guilty parade

if we’re talking visual novels, no dating element (but potential mini game elements):

played ; ace attorney, edgeworth investigations, the professor layton series, your turn to die, danganronpa (thh, goodbye despair, v3), trauma center (1 & 2), zero escape, ddlc, twisted wonderland, ensemble stars, pjsk

playing ; ghost trick, trace memory

backlog ; zero time dilemma (replay)

YEAH that’s everything !! probably !! i might be missing some stuff — but I’ve played a lot as this is one of my biggest fixations !! thank you for the ask ! :D

#matsuspeak #i love visual novel and otome and the like !!#ive played so many and will continue to do so !!#honestly my backlog is so massive so i just counted the ones I own !!

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hummingbird-games · 11 months

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Dev Diaries

July 5, 2023

Again. Very upset I can’t just be a game consumer and consumer only BECAUSE I’m making my way through Itch.io, playing jam games, talent surpassed, I’m homebound 🎶🎷

Guys 😭 the entries for Otome and Josei jam this year?? I’m finally in a place where I can play more entries and it’s just banger after banger. If you worked in any capacity on one of those entries, I love you. I am in awe of you. I hope you only get the best things in life. I want to do highlights, but that’ll be a future post, and I haven’t decided if it’ll be on the main HBG blog or my review side blog.

As for the real purpose of this Dev Diaries? I’m at an impasse. Firstly, I want to toot my own horn and celebrate that after a small break from direct work on Crushed, I just finished a full, thorough playthrough for note taking purposes (and to get my mind right, as my mom would say). Y’all, it’s still a banger. I’m still very much in love with what’s been created, and even more excited impatient for y’all to play the game! Which brings me to the impasse.

CGs, more voice acting, and [redacted] are things I’ve kept in my back pocket for Crushed but held off on because 1) it was a jam entry 2) supposed to be a learning experience and cathartic writing exercise 3) a pallet cleanser before I begin another period of long game development, possibly longer than HSD:JY and 4) self-funding. I like money. It does not like me apparently.

I keep saying that the character sprites--and onnnnnne minor coding issue I recently discovered, Jesus be a FENCE, EYE 😑-- are what’s keeping us from a clear release date, and honestly they’re the only things needed if I wanted to publish the game and never look at it ever again. So, I propose an idea that’s been kicking around in my head. It has pros and cons but the ultimate goal is what players want because on my end, I’ve made peace with whatever happens.

Option 1 - We push back Crushed to Fall/Winter 2023. You get a finished base game PLUS I hoard some funds now so we get some of the cool things in my back pocket! Maybe I even request some assistance LOL!

Option 2 - Crushed is released the moment it can be out (still aiming for this summertime). In the meantime, I upload the complete but unfinished build to the Ko-Fi page under a monthly subscription or one time ko-fi fee (whichever is best). Those who can’t wait any longer can play sooner, and those who can wait...can wait. Lol.

Personally, I lean towards the second option only because this was a jam entry and it while I like dreaming big, this wasn’t supposed to be the fruits of that labor. I don’t want to set a precedent where I throw my all into jam entries that are supposed to be something small, low stress, fun, and a chance to grow as a creator. But option one has me giddy because wouldn’t it be CUTE to release a winter game during winter??? Ehh?? Ehh??

I’m going to abuse the polls feature again because honestly, I never know how many of y’all read these devlogs 😂 I’d like the majority to win, and I can reblog a poll a bunch of times to annoy y’all into a response LOL!!

Of course, if you have thoughts, please feel free to comment! I’m headed back to play some more jam entries and maybe start tackling my reading goal for the month.

- Gemini 💛

Psssttt: If you’re reading this YOU SHOULD PLAY BAND CAMP BOYFRIEND AND TROUBLE COMES TWICE and then go rate and review the games. cool. bai!

#gamedev #gamedev rambles #crushed vn #let me know your thoughts!!!#please note: the options are merely suggestions. the goal is to get y'all the game. so. yup.

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kokorocafe · 6 years

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Band Camp Boyfriend on Kickstarter

~~~ For the last few years, the Blue Mountain Bandits High School Marching Band has suffered from inconsistent directorship. Students are dropping out, scores and morale are at an all-time low, and the school doesn’t give the music program the respect it deserves. Determined to turn everything around, Cadence enters her junior year as the band’s drum major, alongside brand new band director and Blue Mountain alum, Mr. Victor Wiley. Whipping the band into competition shape is easier said than done, but Cadence and Wiley have the drive and optimism to see the task through. To focus solely on perfecting this year’s field show, the band leaves behind society to spend two weeks at Camp Bearpaw, a sports compound located amidst the woodsy Pennsylvania countryside. It’s the perfect place to kindle friendships, make memories, grow as a leader, and perhaps even find love in between rehearsals... However, band camp isn’t going to be easy. All choices carry weight and unexplained happenings wait in the wings of the camp. Will Cadence lead her classmates to victory—or watch the entire band fall apart around her? ~~~ For more information, visit Kickstarter

#band camp boyfriend #kickstarter #otome game #visual novel #otome game kickstarter #mac games #linux games #pc games

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aaronpaceluvbot · 1 year

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the bcb boys as your bus buddy!

before you read: not proofread, reader is not cadence, gender neutral reader, when reading this - the boy in question probably already has a thing for you, i doubt they'd act this way if they didn’t , SOME CAN BE READ PLATONICALLY (i wrote garth as a platonic thing), the boys are listed in alphabetical order!!

included: aaron + all the boys with routes

wc: 150-300 ish for each boy (except aaron his is 442 to be exact) (you can tell when i start losing steam, i wrote this in order…)

summary: your friend decided to sit with her boyfriend! so you’re left to sit with someone else… your options are limited (it’s not like you have like 8 boys who’d gladly kick someone out of their seat to sit with you…) and you decide to sit with…

AARON -

You gather your things (and your bundle of nerves) as you walk up to Aaron’s seat. No one’s sitting next to him. Perfect. He looks up at you as you stand at the edge of his seat. “Can I sit with you?” You ask sheepishly, waiting to be hit with a cold, hard no. To your surprise, he nods and moves his belongings. You give him a quiet thanks that he reciprocates just as quietly.

By the time he talks to you, the bus has already started moving. “Were you scared of sitting alone?” He asks, a sly smile on his face. You thought he wouldn’t say anything snarky… You decide to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Yeah… that sort of thing. You know, I just can’t handle being alone,” you say, looking at him and batting your lashes with a fake pout on your face. You tried your best to conceal the fact that he made you flustered. He rolls his eyes and a small chuckle escapes him as he revels in your antics.

“Sure you can’t… So you just had to sit with me?” He asks and scoots closer to you. Goddamn you Aaron Pace. You immediately feel your face heat up as he does that. He notices your reaction and his smirk becomes even more prominent. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” He questions, looking you straight in the eye. You shake your head, knowing that you’d embarrassingly sputter out an answer if you were to actually speak. “Words please,” he says, egging you on.

“Fine. Nothing. I just sat here because there was no one else to sit with. There, happy?” You say, making sure to give him the dirtiest of looks.

“Very,” he says, chuckling afterwards. “After all, with you around, I guess I can’t handle being alone as well.” You laugh at his comment and let him wrap his arm around you and you rest your head on his shoulder. Shortly after, you fell asleep to the sound of him humming along to the songs he was listening to through his headphones. After not noticing much movement from you other than your breathing, he tries his best to look at you without jolting you. After figuring out that he couldn’t do that, he opens his camera on his phone and takes a look. When he realizes that you’re asleep, he takes a picture of the two of you to tease you with later (and to admire but no one had to know that) and quickly falls asleep himself. There are now multiple blackmail photos of the two of you sleeping circulating the band.

CLARK -

You internally panic as you realize that one of the only truly viable options left as a bus buddy is Clark. You had nothing against him, in fact you had a huge crush on him. However, you preferred to like him from afar and try to completely eliminate the risk of him hating you. How can someone hate a person they don’t know?

After realizing that you either had to sit next to Drum or Drummer (you never could tell them apart) or Clark, you picked the obvious option. “Clark, do you mind if I sit with you?” You ask, trying to be as polite as possible so he wouldn’t decline and then subject you to the torture of sitting next to one of Them for a few hours.

“Not at all,” he says, moving his clarinet case with ease. You never noticed how nice it was despite knowing that he’s had it for a while. You want to comment on it, but you decide against it due to the fact that you thought it would sound weird and bring you to the top of Clark’s hate list. However, he noticed that you were staring at it. “Is there something wrong with my clarinet case?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. You immediately shake your head.

“No, no! I was just shocked at how nice it was, especially since I’ve only really seen the school’s clarinet cases,” you say, embarrassed that you got caught staring. He lets out a laugh. That’s the first time you’ve ever heard him laugh!

“Well, I’m glad that you know how to appreciate true beauty when you see it. If you’d like, I could tell you more about the clarinet inside.” You instantly nod and bask in his presence. His passion shone through his description and knowledge of his clarinet and when he told you the story of how he obtained it, you couldn’t help but want to congratulate him on how far he was able to come.

DOUG -

You made a beeline to Doug’s seat after hearing the information. He wouldn’t say no to you, right? You stand at the edge of his seat and ask the question - “Can I sit with you?” He nods, but doesn’t move his stuff. You’re confused. Scratch that, you’re both confused. He’s confused as to why you’re not sitting down and you’re confused as to why he hasn’t moved his stuff. To break the awkward silence, you gently and quickly tell him to move his stuff so you could sit.

He hits you with the age old “Ohhh”. You both laugh as you take the spot next to him. You’ve had a crush on him for the longest time and you knew this was the perfect opportunity to talk to him, but you didn’t know what to talk about. Luckily, Doug had that covered. Well, mostly. He began talking, but you could tell it wasn’t to you. It seemed as though he was talking to himself, but he kept pausing as if he was giving someone else time to respond. You shrug and let him do his thing until he asks you something. “Why’d you want to be bus buddies with me? Everyone else says that I talk too much during the trip which makes it harder for them to sleep,” he says, waiting for your response.

Now’s your moment! You decide to be honest with Doug, after all, he’s not gonna tear you apart if you’re honest. “I wanted to sit with you because you’re fun to be around! You’re hilarious and so kind,” you say, giving him a smile. He beams back at you.

“Wow, really?” He says in surprise, and you nod. “I didn’t know that fun could be around you! I can’t believe I can make that happen. That has to be some kind of superpower!” You laugh and shake your head.

“No Doug, I mean that you make things fun and that makes people want to hang out with you.” He lets out another “Ohhh” and nods in understanding. He then wraps you in a bone crushing hug and you have a hard time breathing. “Doug… I can’t breathe…” you say. “Oh!” He says, loosening his grip on you.

GARTH -

After noticing your conundrum, Garth flags you over. You wander over to his seat with a confused look on your face. “Did I do something?” You ask him, tilting your head. He shakes his head and smiles at you.

“No, not at all. I just wanted to invite you to sit with me,” he says, gesturing to the empty seat next to him. He already cleared his stuff from it!

“Oh! Alrighty then!” You say, grinning as you sit next to him. This is the moment that you realize just how skilled Garth is at talking to people. While he did open with some pleasant small talk about the weather and the weekend, the two of you eventually got to the point where you were both discussing some deep secrets and gossip. The bus ride ended sooner than the both of you would’ve liked, but you both agree to text each other more when similar issues arise.

PETER -

He can’t be that bad, right? You ask yourself as you make the trek to his seat. Surprisingly, the seat next to him isn’t claimed already. He notices you standing by his seat, clearly debating on whether or not you were going to ask. “You can sit with me, you know. I wouldn’t mind,” he says, smirking as he patted the spot next to him. You roll your eyes at him and cross your arms, despite the fact that he immediately knew what you were going to ask.

“I wasn’t even going to ask that!” You say, sighing at his attempt to be smooth. “But you were!” He says, giving you a look.

“Was not!” You say, still standing in the aisle. The bus driver makes an announcement telling you to sit down so he could start driving. You sigh and finally take the spot next to Peter and he looks at you with a victorious smirk. “You are the absolute worst,” you mutter as you give him the dirtiest look you can muster.

“It’s not my fault that you just wanted to sit with me that badly! I knew my charm would get to you eventually,” he says, smirking. Once again, you roll your eyes at him and this time he notices. “Careful, we don’t want you getting your eyes stuck there!”

“What if I do? Maybe then I wouldn’t be able to see your horrible face,” you say, giving him a look. Sometimes you questioned why you liked him. This was definitely one of those times.

After his horrendous attempt to try and fluster you, he was actually quite pleasant to talk to. The two of you thoroughly enjoyed the rest of the trip as you both talked about both the most mundane things and the most serious things.

POPTART -

It was as if a lightbulb shone brightly over your head as you got the idea. SItting next to Poptart would be a great idea! You had the biggest crush on the boy and you thought that sitting next to him would be able to help you talk to him. You went to his seat and asked “Can I sit here?’”. He turns his head to look at you, but he doesn’t respond. You stare at him and he stares right back at you. After a painful 2 minute long staring contest, he blinks and then nods. You mumble a quick thanks and take the spot next to him.

“Normally people would leave once I started staring at them, but you didn’t! That means you really must’ve wanted to sit with me!” He says, grinning. You laugh awkwardly at his comment. “Don’t worry, that was meant to be weird!” He says, bringing a finger to his lips in a shushing motion. This time, you just laugh at his antics.

“How do you come up with this stuff?” You ask, smiling at him. He shrugs.

“I just do.” You leave it at that. The two of you enjoy the bus ride home and you feel glad that you were able to get closer to him.

SAMUEL -

You decided that Samuel would be the best option considering that one - he’d probably let you sit with him and two - the two of you would most likely be minding your own business. You wander over to his seat and ask him the age old question, but he seemed to have his earbuds in. After noticing your presence, he takes out an earbud and asks you to repeat your question. You do, and he murmurs what seems to be a yes. You take it as a yes due to the sole fact that he nodded while saying so, and you take the spot next to him.

The ride was peaceful and silent between the two of you for the most part. That was until he offered you an earbud. You graciously took it and listened to his music that mostly consisted of jazz and other relaxing instrumentals. You quickly fell asleep on his shoulder and he didn’t even want to try and move you. Instead, he placed his head on top of yours and decided to fall asleep as well.

TOM -

You make the easy choice of sitting with Tom! After all, he’d be easy to talk to plus he was hilarious. You toddle over to his seat and see that no one was sitting next to him. Perfect! He notices you standing and gives you a smile. “So what brings you here?” He asks you.

“Just wanted to ask if there were any free seats around here…” You say, pausing for dramatic effect. You point out the spot next to his. “Looks like there’s one right here! Mind if I take it?”

“Not at all!” You both laugh as you take a seat. You both excitedly chatted about band and other topics, however it was a later trip back to school and you checked your phone. It was about 11pm. It wasn’t terribly late, however you were extremely tired from earlier in the day and you felt like you were about to crash. However, you just couldn’t fall asleep. You felt your head hit Tom’s shoulder and you felt your lips open and make sounds that you could only assume were words, but you weren’t registering exactly what it was that you were saying.

But Tom was wide awake through this whole thing, especially since he was extremely used to staying up late and binging video games. He let you rest your head on your shoulder and only assumed that it was because the bus took a sharp turn, but then you started mumbling things. He asked you what you were saying, but you kept mumbling. He listened closely to your words and realized what you were saying. You were confessing your feelings for him. He grinned as he realized that you reciprocated them and decided that this could be dealt with tomorrow when you were both wide awake and ready to talk about it. For now, he would just let you be and rest his head atop yours.

#tom rizzotto #tom rizzotto x reader #bandcamp boyfriend #band camp boyfriend #band camp boyfriend otome #samuel robinson #samuel robinson x reader #aaron pace #aaron pace x reader #peter dang #peter dang x reader #garth dubois #poptart bcb #doug hickey #doug hickey x reader #clark winter #clark winter x reader

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toivoshi · 5 years

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Here’s a bunch of ko-fi doodles of characters from two neat otome games you should check out, they look like a lot of fun *u* You can find them here:

Reanimation Scheme: @windchimesgames

Bandcamp Boyfriend: @lovebirdgames | https://lovebird-games.itch.io/band-camp-boyfriend

✨Ko-fi doodles are open here! https://ko-fi.com/toivoshi ✨

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animegenork · 2 years

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Otometober Day 17

What's your favorite indie otome game?

I agree with Mello on this one, but Cinderella Phenomenon is AMAZING. I went in for Waltz (childhood best friend, you know?), and then I loved Karma. So much. UGH.

I also love a lot of the ones I have encountered over the years, but CP is probably one of the most important.

Besides Band Camp Boyfriend, of course. :)

#otometober #otometober2022 #cinderella phenomenon #band camp boyfriend

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screamsaboutotome · 7 years

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me trying to figure out my “type”:

alex cyprin (astoria:fate’s kiss/lovestruck) -sassy -cute -WAISTCOAT -smirk and blush give me life -responsible -badass -angst, just wants to protect you -childhood friend

tk yoon (castaway! love’s adventure/lovestruck) -cute -banter -known before route

ash winters (gangster in love/lovestruck) -quiet -badass -cute -animal lover -angst with a dead sister T_T

saerys (love & legends/lovestruck) -wants to protect you -cute -banter/teasing -angst being the last one of his race

orion (starship promise/lovestruck) -quiet -cute -brother angst

nova (starship promise /lovestruck ) -badass

atlas (starship promise /lovestruck ) -sassy sarcasm

chadwick lin (to love & protect /lovestruck ) -protective

diego escalona (havenfall is for lovers /lovestruck ) -sassy -protective

jordan “JD” davies (havenfall is for lovers /lovestruck ) -badass nb -established relationship -angsty

razi nassar (havenfall is for lovers /lovestruck) -established relationship -wants to protect you!! -mutual pining godamnit

julius harper (speakeasy tonight/lovestruck) -cute -soft -just wants you to be safe

707 (mysme) -ANGST -memer -cute -wants to protect you -extroverted

red (nameless) -angst -cute -naive, kinda -wants to be the one to save you from danger <3 -extroverted

jihae (dandelion) -formal -long hair -introverted(?)

emilio (the blind griffin) -TSUN -banter -”bearcat” -cute -waistcoat -doesn’t wanna hurt anyone

fritz (cinderella phenomenon) -loyal af -protective -cute -kinda childhood friend? -route has LOTS OF ANGST

nicholl (lads in distress)(new demo available, unlikely to change) -childhood friend -banter -cute -wants u to be ok

bae (xoxo droplets) -condescending -so many pet names -so much banter i love it -fashionable

emerett (xoxo droplets) -cute -banter -fashionable

emry (queen’s crown)(demo only, unreleased, may change) -long hair -cute -childhood... mentor? -wants u to be ok and be safe? i think? -introverted

roberto (bmp / bmp PARTY) -CUTE -just wants 2 have fun -extroverted

yakov (bmp) -sexy af -but naive when it comes to love~ -long hair

zain (bmp PARTY)(i like all three of them fite me) -sexy af -wants to protect u -tease smh

max (bmp2) -PETNAMES -just wants to protect u -loves to tease

ivan (bmp2) (i like them both,,) -blush is adorable -kinda naive to love (u can tell hes yakovs grandson LMAO) -just trying to do what he has to

luke (red string of fate) -responsible -cute -introverted

seth (the masquerade killer)(abandoned :() -childhood friend -cute

august (the masquerade killer)(abandoned :() -sassy -observant -seems kind at heart

sol (locked heart) -cute -kinda -pretends to be naive, is not -long hair

dario (vicboys)(demo, unlikely to change) -cute -rich -responsible -kind -introverted

kylan (airis) -clever -trying to fix his mistakes -cute -introverted

shiro (re:alistair++) -cute -kind -introverted -needs to eat properly

travis (re:alistair++) (i like them both,, ok) -responsible -f the rules, i am the rules -blush -introverted, kinda

asra (the arcana) -cute -kind -known for some time -kinda mysterious

julian (the arcana) (...look, i also like them both) -mysterious~ -looks like hes been through some angst -cute -blush

marc (gossip girl PARTY) (discontinued/removed ;-;) -kind -kinda naive to love -want to achieve his dreams but other ppl have other ideas -tease

callum (the confines of the crown) -sexy af -strong -protective

masamune (slbp) -cute -kinda naive to love -loyal af -wants u to be safe

mirai (sleepless cinderella PARTY) -tease -CUTE -wants to protect u from him

damien (seduce me the otome) -CUTE -kind -angst

sebastian (stardew valley) -bad boy -introverted -wants to try and stop smoking for u

finley (hustle cat) -cute -extroverted -badass -justice!!

reese (hustle cat) -CUTE -blushy -such a tsundere

ewan (changeling)(demo only, may change) -bad boy -CUTE -introverted -kinda quiet

corvin (changeling)(demo only, unlikely to change) -CUTE -extroverted -kind -longish hair

amesbury (the lady’s choice) -cute -kinda angsty route

hisashi (a(t)rium)(demo only, may change) -cute -kind

ross (a(t)rium)(demo only, may change) -CUTE -kind -poor dude leave him alone :c

janet lessig (ghosts of miami) -CUTE -waistcoat!! -charming as fuck -I;M LOVE

mitra (nusantara: legend of the winged ones) -cute -nice

kah’lil (nusantara: bermuda triangle)(demo only, prone to change) -cute -friendly -tease

rudolph (an otaku’s guide to santa’s reindeer) -cute -let me protect him

simon (blue rose) - established relationship pre-story - wants to protect you - long hair

prince guillaume (the rose of segunda) - long hair - smart - cute - nice

honrée (dorakone) - tsun - cute - tries her best (in the end)

hendrik (c14 dating) -CUTE - responsible - nice - HES SO CUTE WHY CAN HE EXIST IRL

john brandon (backstage pass)

shinji (mystic destinies)

the count (halloween otome)

kiron (valentines otome)

beauregarde lemay (rockrobin)

band camp boyfriend

golden hour

when the night comes

royal alchemist

zodiac axis

dark nights

arcade spirits

red wolf hiding

as we know it

the pirate mermaid

mark of lost royalty

tailor tales

tl;dr: i dont seem to have a fucking type,,, idk common themes seem to be: -cute -tease/banter -kind -previously established relationship

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aaronpaceluvbot · 1 year

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risky risky wiggy wiggy

summary: you acquire an adorable baby photo of tom- you put it in your phone case!

wc: 770 words

before you read: title doesn’t really relate to the fic... (a silly title for a silly fic), not proofread, inspired by this movie i watched, gender neutral reader - i dont think any pronouns are used at all for reader , i’m still trying to get comfortable with writing Affection (i had to look away while writing some of this), if i missed anything lmk!!

a/n: i can write about people that aren’t aaron?? now that’s a shocker...

You went over to his house to hang out with him, but his mother called the both of you down to the living room. “I found some of Tom's old baby photos!” she says cheerily and hands you a photo album and walks off. Tom groans in embarrassment as you flip through them, pointing out the particularly humiliating ones. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before, but his reactions never got old.

“Look!” you say, laughing as you point to a picture of a younger Tom making a face while wearing a little tuxedo. He sighs and wraps an arm around you as he tries to get a closer look at it. “What were you even wearing the tuxedo for anyways?” You ask him, handing him the picture.

“Probably a wedding of some sort. I was my family’s go-to ring bearer for years!” He says, flicking his hand towards you, as if he were showing you a ring. You laugh and he gives you a look. “What? It’s true!”

“I’m not laughing at that! I’m laughing at you!” You say, covering your mouth with your hand to try and hide your laughter.

“Sure you aren’t!” He says, about to tickle you. You grab his hands and start trying to get him away. You were cornered and you only had one way to escape. You started doing the thing that all little siblings do. You started kicking. He immediately got off of you and started laughing at you.

“But seriously, that picture of you is definitely my favorite,” you say, calming down and turning to look at him. He was beaming as you said this.

—

After asking Tom’s mom, she let you keep the picture, claiming that she had many of him in suits, giving one away wouldn’t hurt - plus she trusted you to keep it safe. You slipped the little picture away into your phone case for safekeeping. You slip your phone into your pocket and get ready to head back to your house. You go to tell Tom that you’re leaving, but you decide against it and decide to just sleep over at his house.

You both argue over what movie to watch as you’re cuddled together under the very comfy blankets. “I think we should just flip a coin,” you say, pulling out your phone instead of hunting down a coin. He nods and immediately claims tails. You click on the little coin icon and let the machine do its thing. It lands on tails.

Tom’s busy scrolling on his own phone and you look at him until he looks back at you. “Was it heads or tails?”

“Tails,” you say, shrugging. You hand him the remote and put your phone down in your lap and try to bundle yourself up in the blankets. As he tries to find the movie he wanted to watch, you scoot closer to him and lean your head on his shoulder and he wraps his free arm around you. He looks at you and realizes that as you were bundling yourself up in the blankets, you somehow managed to steal all of them.

“Hey! Stop being a blanket thief!” He says, pouting and grabbing some of them.

“I’m not!” You say, trying to defend yourself.

“Are too!” He says, sticking his tongue out at you. You playfully roll your eyes at him and hand some of them over which he accepts gratefully. While he untangles the blankets, he finds your phone and something about it catches his eye. He blushes as he realizes that you have his baby photo in your phone case. You notice him staring at your phone.

“Oh! So that’s where it went!” You say, about to grab it from him when he moves it away. He’s examining it further.

“How’d this get in here?” He asks, handing you back your phone. You give him a confused look and then he taps the picture in your phone case. Oh.

“Your mom let me keep it when I asked and I was gonna keep it here.” It was your turn to be flustered as he just held you closer. “Do you want it back? Because if you do, I can just give it back to you now-”

“No, no it’s fine! I want you to keep it anyways! That’s the best photo of me to ever exist!” He says proudly. You let out a laugh.

“Why?” You ask, looking at him with stars in your eyes.

“Because it’s your favorite!”

He was gonna be the death of you, but you gladly accepted that as you snuggled up closer to him.

#bandcamp boyfriend #band camp boyfriend otome #band camp boyfriend #bcb #tom rizzotto #tom rizzotto x reader

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aaronpaceluvbot · 10 months

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i got you, you got me - love you till kingdom come.

summary: in which you go through a lot with tom

wc: 1.1k

before you read: yes this is a song fic, this was originally meant to be for aaron but tom was calling out to me, spoilers for tom’s route/bad ends (stay/go?? if i remember right), LOWKEY ANGSTY (huzzah!!), very open end ending!

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growing up with tom was, in your views, pretty good, simple even. even as a child, tom loved video games, but he also loved spending time with you, playing in the backyard until the sun set and coming inside for dinner and a few rounds of video games. you don’t truly remember many of these days, childhood amnesia to blame, but you do remember thoroughly enjoying them and never wanting them to end. however, you do remember one particular incident that you were never able to shake off, no matter how much time passed.

it was past sunset, when you two were meant to be inside, but tom insisted on one more round of fairytale hide and seek. fairytale hide and seek was a game where one of you would be in distress and the other would be the hero, finding the other’s hiding spot and swooping in to save them. it was dark now and you treaded through the dark bushes behind tom’s house, finding a suitable hiding spot. however, time flew by, but you didn’t notice as you were too busy staring at the unmoving sky, only displaying bright constellations. you let out a soft sigh, wishing you understood what your teacher was saying when she explained how to find your way home using the constellations. you shake your head at your misfortune and hoped that someone, particularly tom would find you. it was always you and tom, never inseparable and never apart. being alone and away in the dark hurt, especially not knowing how to get back through the twisting vegetation.

by the time you were found, the next day was in full swing. a concerned and very apologetic tom greeted you and gave you the first hug you would ever remember receiving from him. the two of you learnt some very valuable things that day and made a promise to never let something like this happen again. the two of you were inseparable since then, even throughout middle school and high school, opting to pick classes and electives that would keep you two together.

“we’ll stick together forever, right?” you would ask him, looking into his eyes for confirmation. he nods affirmatively.

“right.”

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ironically enough, it was that fateful bandcamp that brought the two of you closer. with it being the first bandcamp away from school, everyone was excited. you remember giggling with cadence as you two were on the phone, packing your belongings for camp. cadence was the only one who knew about your feelings towards tom, and she supported the notion and tried to encourage you to talk to him about them. you would always gently shake your head at her idea and reject it, hating the idea of ruining a perfectly good friendship because of feelings that might not even last for that long. “i’m just not sure,” you’d murmur, disliking cadence’s idea.

“i know, but your feelings aren’t just gonna go away if you just keep trying to hide them!” cadence says, with a concerned tone in her voice. you nod at her words, despising the amount of truth in them.

“i know, but i don’t think there’s really a better option, you know?” you say, sighing as you lay on your bed. “i just don’t know what to do. it feels like there’s only 2 options in front of me, and i don’t like either of them.” the phone picks up her humming as she tries to think of a solution for you.

“well maybe you should look into that third option - waiting. you can wait until a better scenario presents itself and then you can tell him or maybe you can just wait out your feelings if you really don’t wanna tell him,” she suggests. the conversation goes on, but all you can think about is how maybe cadence is right. maybe waiting is the right solution.

—

waiting was not the right solution. you let out a sharp hiss of pain as you touch your side. your hand comes back, stained red. you sigh and try to think on the bright side - you could easily be dead by now. you hear tom next to you mutter, “seriously? i really liked this shirt.” you take a quick glance at him and notice that he’s in the same predicament. great. no one expected band camp to end like this - with blood and bruises and escape plans that were shared through hushed whispers.

“that’s all you can say?” you ask him, turning your neck towards him. your body stays still, trying to recover all the blood lost. wiley’s bound to catch up soon, so you’re taking what little victories you can get. you haven’t bled out yet and you’re kinda by the escape tunnel… so that has to count for something, right?

“you said to try and think on the bright side! this is the bright side! i really like this shirt!” he exclaims, or at least tries to. you let out another hiss of pain as the wound in your side burns. it hurts, but there’s not much you can do about it.

“i thought i said that in my head. and aren’t we literally dying?” you ask, looking at him, or at least trying to. you see him do something that looks like an attempt at shrugging his shoulders.

“i don’t wanna think about it.” you nod at his words and leave it at that. you want to tell him, but this feels like horrible timing. scratch that, it doesn’t feel like it. it is. but this may be your last time together, so screw it.

“tom, can i tell you something?” you murmur. suddenly your chest gets tight and it’s hard to breathe. you can’t tell if it’s because of the wounds or because of the fact that you’re about to confess to your childhood best friend when you two are quite literally on your deathbeds.

“yeah… what is it? and if it’s the stain on my shirt, i know,” he says, trying to joke. you shake your head and let out what feels like a small laugh.

“no… it’s something that i’ve never told you before, but i think you deserve to know. i’ve liked you all this time. for a while now, actually,” you say, letting out a sigh of relief and a small laugh as you let those heavy words free from your thoughts.

“really?” he asks, sounding shocked. you try to nod, but your head feels heavy all of a sudden. you touch the source of pain and your hand comes back red once more. you know this is it. your eyes gently shut as you hear the loud footsteps in the distance become closer and closer and you hear tom shriek. you want to help him, but you feel locked in place, unable to move, unable to breathe even. it all goes quiet. this time, when you’re gone, you’re with tom. you’re not sure if this is what little you meant when you said you wanted the two of you to be together forever.

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