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wonysugar · 1 year ago

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Sana spotting reader in the crowd at the concert and keeps looking at her the whole show, then tells her manger to bring you backstage after the show and she ends up taking you back to her hotel room…smut of course. Thank you!

tags : belittling, humiliation, spanking (or just plain degradation if you’d like), sana has a strap, smut with plot!

content warning : smut! that’s..it lol

pairing : fan!femreader x sana minatozaki

word count : 2k

a/n : thank you so much for requesting, sana’s my bias so i had a super fun time writing this!!<3 also I’M SO SORRY FOR KEEPING YOU WAITING!! i hope the wait is worth it!

there you were, standing in line for the twice tour concert happening in your city, you would’ve came with a friend, but nobody in your circle really likes kpop the way you do.

plus, you didn’t want anyone you knew to see you fangirling over a girl group who doesn’t even know you exist which would get significantly worse when sana comes on stage.

you brought your twice lightstick and a silly little sign that reads “sana please kiss me i need you badly”, this was a one in a lifetime opportunity, you needed to confess your undying love to your soulmate if given the chance! listening to your own thoughts playback in your mind, you giggled at your delusions. god, you’re hilarious.

before you knew it, the line progressed and you were finally sat for the concert. fanchants ready to be yelled out, lightstick set up. oh you were so ready. plus, you got front seats too, so you were even more hyped.

then, they appeared. suddenly, everybody just lost their shit you included and started screaming for their bias. song after song, dancebreak after dancebreak, the crowd was going absolutely wild. while yes, you were enjoying the performance as a whole, but you just couldn’t stop staring at your favorite member. and surprisingly, she stared back most of the time! smiling at you and winking as she sang, just basically fueling all of your delusions. the rush of it all gave you the confidence you needed to do this.

you waited until she looked at you again and just held the sign up, you didn’t give a single fuck about the people behind you, they didn’t matter! you needed to make sana remember you by something, even if it was lowkey embarrassing!

she took a few moments to read it, squinting her eyes, then.. giggled??

oh she wants you badly!! is what you told yourself because you and facing reality are not a good match! she took the sign from your hands and showed it off to the other members, earning a bunch of laughs and giggles from them, followed by some talking.

oh nevermind, she’s most likely making fun of you.

embarrassed, you started looking around, pretending you didn’t know what was going on as if everyone didn’t just see that she grabbed the sign from you. but then, you spotted her writing something on it with a sharpie. intrigued, you watched her as she finished up writing. she jogged over to you and handed you back your sign as she winked at you. you smiled nervously and muttered a confused ‘thank you’ before your eyes darted at the writing.

your eyes widened, both in confusion and very pleasant surprise.

‘stay here after the concert, a manager will come get you ;)’

oh my god.

the final song finished and everybody cheered loudly for the last time. you had a great time, but you just couldn’t stop looking at your sign, reminiscing about what she was planning. was she trying to get you arrested? why would she wink though.. maybe she winked just so you would stay and THEN she’d get you arrested???

your mind ran wild as you quickly reached for the exit of the arena, trying not to get caught by whoever was out to get you, but before you could, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

fuck.

“excuse me, ms. minatozaki is requesting to see you, i believe.”

trying not to hide your defeat and fear of what could possibly happen, you nodded. “yup. lead the way!” you said, over enthusiastically. he motioned for you to follow him and he took you backstage, where, surprisingly, no other members were present. just her. you unintentionally gulp as the staff leaves you two alone.

god she’s literally staring you down. you would’ve been excited about being so close to her in person but the situation right now was kinda preventing that, you fidgeted with your hands. right as she was about to speak,

“are you gonna get me arrested? look, it was a silly little joke i had no intentions of making you uncomfortable and i’m honestly really sorry if i di-“

“relax, baby” she interrupted, “i found it endearing. i mean, it’s not like you’re a creepy old man, are you?” she slightly tilted her head as she asked the question.

you hesitantly shook your head. wait, did she just call you baby?? you felt that you could just die right then and there.

“so, why are you panicking? if i was trying to get you arrested, i wouldn’t be smiling and winking at you all show, would i now, cutie?”

your jaw slightly dropped at the amount of pet names that she just kept casually throwing around. does she not know what that can do to someone who’s like. infatuated with her??

“no, you wouldn’t, i don’t think.” you stuttered out. she giggled at you, eyeing you down, her gaze ending up on every single part of your body.

“are you free tonight?” she asked you, an innocent smile plastered on her face.

quite frankly, you were originally planning to go home right after concert, lay on your bed and watch tiktoks for like 5 hours straight but… let’s just say making out with the sana minatozaki on her hotel room’s bed was significantly better than that.

she unfortunately pulled away from you and looked into your eyes as she slightly panted, “what are you into, baby?” she asked you.

not knowing what to respond, you looked around nervously, still not over the fact that you’re about to fuck an idol?? your favorite one, at that. was this even allowed???

“uhm.” you finally responded, “i don’t know.. girls?” you awkwardly chuckled.

fuck, maybe being funny wasn’t the best approach, she looked like she was genuinely asking. you could tell from the drop of her expression that she was getting impatient, she subtly sighed, almost pulling away from you.

which…. you always found it kind of sexy when she got frustrated at her other members, or something of the sorts.

biting back a shy smile, you kept staring at her. then, as if something in her mind clicked, something in her eyes sparkled and she smirked.

“oh… i see where this is going.” she playfully smirked, getting closer to you again as if she could feel your face growing hotter by the second. “you’re into people treating you like garbage, aren’t you?”

you hesitated, but you ended up silently nodding. was she psychic??

“oh how cute. so if i were to fuck you roughly as i called you names, you’d like that, hm?”

you froze, then turned your head to look at anything that wasn’t her face. god that sounded so hot.

“answer, you bitch.” she grabbed you by the jaw and made you look at her, her eyes piercing through you. you swore that you could’ve came right then and there, but you obviously had and wanted to keep this going.

“y-yes sana, i’d like that. alot.” you squirmed under her, her eyes still not leaving yours. she scoffed.

“i knew you were a complete slut as soon as i saw you.” she kissed your neck, earning a relieved sigh from you as she unbuttons your shirt. “also,” she added,

“it’s ms. sana, got it?”

next thing you knew, she was violently dicking you down from behind with her strap. wait, why did she even bring it along with her on tour? whatever, that didn’t even matter right now, what mattered was that your twice bias was literally inside you and that you felt like you could squirt just from that. an exaggeration, but she was just that good at fucking you.

“fuckfuckfuck sana right there..” you moaned out, throwing your head down on the pillow before you stammered nervously, “i-i mean, ms. sana!”

in response, “aren’t you a cute thing. this is the fourth time you’ve made that mistake. does it feel that good?” you heard her giggle. okay, she didn’t sound mad, but you still needed to be careful next ti-

before you could even finish that thought, though, you felt her hand smack one of your cheeks with full force, making you flinch and unintentionally whimper at the impact. fuck, that hurt.

“apologize.” she coldly ordered you, her pace getting faster by the second, causing you to lose your breath. recollecting your thoughts, you let out a nervous “i’m s-sorry ms. sana fuck i’m sorry..”

“god.. look at you. ass up for a girl you barely even fucking know.” she hummed, clearly amused by all of this, amused by how easily you gave in. she gently scratched and pet your head as she would a dog, still roughly pounding you from the back. “are you stupid or just a horny bitch?” she mockingly giggles.

“that’s just what you are, isn’t it? a little bitch in heat. hm?”

if her purpose was to fill you with shame, then it was very much working. you felt humiliated. when you really thought about it like that, you are literally letting a stranger fuck you. not only that, but you went to her hotel room. maybe she was right, maybe you are just a whore.

“come on baby, say it. admit how much of a slut you are.” she pulled on your hair, forcing you to hold yourself up. you whimpered and moaned loudly at the sensations, trying your hardest to form a correct sentence, “yes ms. sana i’m a s-slut! fuckfuck i’m a slut for you p-pleaseee fuck me harder..”

your dignity and self-respect now long gone, your only priority was cumming. she probably caught onto that quickly, though, since she immediately started changing her pace, going at a much slower speed, much to your despair. you whined. “such a good bitch for mommy. are you getting close?” she asked.

mommy?? oh this woman wanted you dead. her words and the noises coming out of her contributing in making it harder for you to keep your composure. god you were a mess, being undone like this, being used like this, being at someone’s mercy, sana’s mercy. it turned you on so much.

moaning out consecutive mhms in response to sana’s question, she hummed, grabbing your waist. then, unexpectedly, she rams into you, her strap fucking in and out of you, covered in your slick. “then we’ll cum together, okay?” she orders, panting. you eagerly nod, head pressed into the pillow.

you feel your orgasm building up, your noises getting higher and louder. she quickly started shamelessly moaning louder too, good girls and just like thats escaping her mouth.

it didn’t take long before her breathing stopped for a moment, pulling on your hair with such a force. she moaned out your name, and that’s when your own mind blanked. that feeling in your lower stomach was now replaced with complete euphoria, and it was amplified by the fact that you knew it was caused by sana. you didn’t care about how loud you were being, you didn’t care about the people next door, you wanted them to know who was making you feel this good.

as you both came down from your high, you felt her pull out. it took you some time to actually sit up, but your legs weren’t exactly in the best state right now.

“do you do this to every fan you meet?” you ask her, laying down on your side, sounding kinda muffled due to your head still being in the pillow.

“hm, no. i’ve never done this before. i guess it was something about you.” she said, smiling as she was tying her hair and then eventually taking the strap off of her, setting it down on the nightstand.

then, you remembered your so called delusions. maybe they weren’t entirely delusions after all!

you took your bag, all dressed up and ready to leave the hotel room, she on the other hand, stayed naked, because that’s apparently how she sleeps. you say your goodbyes very obviously eyeing her bare body and head to leave, but she stops you.

“here’s my number, i’ll text you and eventually let you know when we come back here.” she winks at you, then sends you on your way.

well! getting dicked down by sana minatozaki wasn’t exactly on your bucket list this year, but it was certainly very welcomed, considering you went back home giggling to yourself and did your own thing when you arrived home, still thinking about all of it..

from now on, you could never allow yourself to miss the upcoming tours.

#sana minatozaki #twice smut #kpop smut #kpop gg #female reader #smut #sana x reader #sana x female reader #sana minatozaki x female reader #twice sana #twice

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christinesficrecs · 1 year ago

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mykoreanlove · 5 months ago

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the kissing booth 💋

„Bestie, you love me right?“

You didn’t need to turn around and look at your best friend in order to know that she was batting her eyelashes and seducing you with her macaroon Bambi eyes.

„Nope“, you answered flatly.

„Y/N, what the fuck?“, she asked out in agony.

You turned around laughing, looking into her offended face.

„What do you want?“

She jumped up in excitement, eager to tell you her plans.

„Okay, so, I want to go to a kissing contest and I need you to come with me. Moral support and such…“, she confessed.

„A kissing contest?“, you asked bewildered.

„Yeah, it’s for Eun Woo’s new music video. He actually wants to cast a nobody and they need to check if there’s enough chemistry.“

„You’re telling me that you are getting in line with thousands of other girls in order to kiss Eun Woo? Are you out of it?“

„Y/N, nooo! You know how much I want to become an actress. This could be my stepping stone. Please! I can’t do this without you!“, she begged.

„What do you need me for? Carry your chapstick?“, you rolled your eyes.

„For once, yes. But I also need you to hype me up. You know how insecure I get with all the competition out there. Please. Please. Please?“

„Fine“, you huffed out. „But for the record, I don’t think you need this. You are so talented and someday someone important will stumble upon your talent. You hear me?“

„Yeah, yeah, yeah, thank you!“, she cried out in excitement.

A couple of days later you found yourself waiting in a big mall complex with thousands of other girls, eagerly waiting for their shot at - whatever they would call it.

The crowd was mixed - fangirls, vixens, influencers, shy girls, confident girls, wallflowers, girls that came for Eun Woo, girls that came for fame, girls that hoped this would be their breakthrough in the world of entertainment.

And amidst all of that were you.

Not giving a fuck about Eun Woo, or entertainment at that point.

„Ladies, welcome! Thank you so much for participating in this kissing booth. Eun Woo will be here shortly and then we can get going!“, a staff member called out.

„Can you imagine how dry his lips will be if he kisses all of us?“, your friend asked astounded.

„Oh please, as if he will kiss everyone in here. Is this your first time?“, a voice next to you answered. She was a beautiful girl - tall, thin, porcelain skin and natural make up. She looked like someone Eun Woo would kiss deliberately. „His manager will select a few, watch“, she further explained.

And just like she foretold Eun Woo’s manager appeared and selected a couple of girls.

„Shit, what if he doesn’t select me?“, your friend asked panicked.

„Of course he will select you. How could he not?“

You watched his manager make the rounds and choose the most beautiful girls, the ones that were made to be kissed by Eun Woo.

You felt your friend panicking more and more as the manager walked into your direction. Like a reflex, you took her hand into yours and squeezed it, signaling that everything will be alright.

„You“, he said as he looked at your best friend. Both of you sighed out in relief.

„And you“, he said as he looked at you.

„What, me?“, you asked confused.

„Oh my god, we are doing it together, y/n. So cool!“, your friend jumped up and down excitedly.

All of the chosen girls were ushered into a private section of the mall, waiting for Eun Woo to arrive. The girls’ faces were filled with excitement and hope, whereas yours was filled with confusion.

„Which number did you get?“, you asked.

„47“, she answered.

You looked down at your plate - 100.

„Am I the last?“, you mumbled under your breath.

Minutes after the guest of honor finally arrived - welcomed by chaotic screams of his many admirers.

„You know, he isn’t my type but he is so fucking handsome. Wow“, your friend remarked.

For the first time ever you took a good look at him. Your friend was right - he was a very handsome man. Tall, lean, a bit of muscles. Sharp gaze with sharp features, long full hair and a charismatic smile. You could easily see why every girl was falling for him. And yet, you were not convinced.

„Don’t you think he looks uncomfortable?“, you whispered.

„What? No way. He loves getting all the attention. Look at him.“

And you did. But no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t overlook the fact that his million dollar smile didn’t reach his eyes. To you, he looked uncomfortable.

„Okay, get in line please“, the staff advised you all.

Eun Woo sat down behind the counter, waiting for the girls to get ready.

You were watching this whole ordeal with mixed feelings. His body language was tense, his muscles looked stiff and you worried if this was really the right thing to do.

„Okay, wish me luck!“, your friend said before she went to kiss Eun Woo.

„You got this“, you mouthed at her, showing your support once again.

You were the last in line and after a couple of other girls it was finally your turn.

Eun Woo looked relieved as he realized that you were the last one.

„Hi“, he smiled at you warmly.

„Hi“, you said politely.

He leaned over and perked his lips but something inside of you begged you to stop this. So you did.

„Hey, uhm, is it okay with you if we just hug?“

His face fell, not understanding why you would refuse this once in a lifetime opportunity.

„You don’t want to kiss me?“, he asked, a pinch of sadness in his voice.

„No, I’d rather just hug“, you explained flatly.

Within seconds his face lit up again and he came in front of the booth, holding his arms out to you.

You smiled as you hugged him, wrapping your arms around his torso for a short moment of time.

He was soft and smelled amazing, so you were grateful for your risky choice.

„Okay, let’s go. We’ll have to choose the winner now“, the staff advised.

As you were ushered into the waiting room you were confused about your feelings.

You never really liked him, pretty boys were never your type, yet somehow you felt attracted to him.

You sat down and waited, overhearing the conversations of the others.

„I am telling you, when we kissed, it was like angels were singing. He is so into me, I just know it!“

„Our kiss was so passionate. I stuck my tongue down his throat! He was so surprised but so into it!“

„I love him. I just love him. How is he so beautiful? I need him in my life. I need him to be mine.“

„Pretty sure he will pick me. He looked at me like he wanted to rip off my clothes.“

„His lips were so soft. I want to kiss them again.“

Hearing all of this made you sick - they were treating him like an animal in a cage.

Did no one else notice how uncomfortable he looked doing this?

„This waiting is the worst“, your friend sighed as she sat down next to you.

„Yeah, it better be worth it“, you smacked her lightly.

Before you could playfully banter you were interrupted by the staff entering the room.

„Okay, everyone. Thank you for participating in this kissing contest. I hope you had a great time today.“

The girls cheered and applauded, eager to know who would kiss him again.

Shortly after, Eun Woo entered the room, smiling brightly.

„Hey girls“, he shyly greeted.

„I want to thank you for showing up today. I know this is a special occasion and you all did well. However, you know we can only have one winner…“, he mumbled.

You looked around, every girl was hanging on to his plush lips.

„And the winner is… number 100, y/n.“

The girls’ faces instantly fell, but they still applauded you on your victory.

„Oh my god, you won“, your friend cheered for you.

„Me?“, you asked in disbelief.

„Yes you“, she confirmed and pushed you to the front.

Eun Woo’s face lit up as he finally saw you, making you suddenly feel all kinds of things. He held his hand out to you and smiled warmly, inviting you take it and follow him.

„We are not shooting today, if you’re worried about that“, he explained as he looked into your concerned face.

„It’s not that…“, you admitted.

„Then what is?“

„I just don’t understand. I mean, why me?“

He looked at you intensely, his eyes boring into yours.

„I chose you because you were the only one that treated me like a human being.“

Your eyes widened in surprise as you heard him.

„I didn’t want to do this but my management forced me into it. I don’t know if you can imagine what that’s like but basically I am their slave. So, if they tell me to kiss hundred girls, I have to do just that. Some think I’m lucky, but I feel abused.“, he confessed honestly.

„I am so sorry, Eun Woo“, you answered truthfully.

„Thank you. But I guess that’s the price I have to pay… for all the fame and fortune.“

„Still, you shouldn’t be forced to kiss strangers like that…“

„You saw right through me, right?“, he asked curiously.

You hesitated to answer.

„That’s why you didn’t want to kiss me, right? Because you saw how uncomfortable I really was? That’s quite rare, y/n.“

„People rarely see you for you, right?“

He shook his head.

„No, it’s always Eun Woo, the star. Eun Woo, the actor. Eun Woo, the pretty face. But no one sees Eun Woo, the person. Well, no one but you.“

His eyes sparkled as he confessed all this to you.

Suddenly, a warm feeling spread through your whole body, making you painfully self-aware.

Is my lipstick smeared? Do I smell? Did I put on perfume? Is my make up okay?

„I’d like to take you out, y/n“, Eun Woo suddenly proposed.

„Me? Why?“, you asked dumbfounded.

The most heartfelt laugh escaped his lips, he definitely wasn’t used to this answer.

„Because I’d like to talk to you. Human to human, that is. What do you say?“

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berylcups · 4 months ago

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Could you do a LA Squadra x reader (separate or together) hcs or short fiction where reader is friends with Bruno's squad and actively hang out with them on their days off? I wanna know their reactions 😭 Thank you, I love your writing!!!

Thank you so much! That means so much to me! 🥹 I got your request coming right up!

La Squadra x Reader who’s friends with team Bucciarati:

CW: suggestive content, possessive behavior

Notes: this is placed in an everyone lives!AU because if I placed it in canon you just know they would be trying to kill each other 😭 So in this ask they will begrudgingly coexist with each other 😅 some of it will be kinda OOC and crackish since I went a little too far with this ask. I had a little too much fun with their reactions. I hope this meets your expectations nonetheless! Enjoy!💜 Beryl

All of La Squadra: Unacceptable! *drags your ass back home*

Risotto

It was dark in the base when you came back. “…hello? Anyone home?” You asked with unease.

You heard the click of a lamp being switched on and seeing a brooding Risotto looking quite displeased.

“Where were you all day?” He interrogated.

“Sigh…Ris I TOLD you this morning I was going to hang out with my friends.” You rubbed your forehead at his dramatics.

“You never mentioned it was Bucciarati and his underlings…”he grumbled.

“Why do I have to? YOU KNOW I don’t have any other friends! …in Italy that is.” You sighed.

“No more. I forbid it.” He folded his arms.

“You “forbid it”??? Are you serious right now?” You put your hands on your hips challenging him.

“You have plenty of friends here in La Squadra. You don’t need any others.” He said stubbornly.

“Too bad! It’s my day off—I do what I want. On my day off, you’re not my boss! So there!” You huffed.

“If you keep going there I will stop making you arancini and I KNOW you don’t know how to make it…and I won’t make-“

“Don’t you dare-“you threaten him knowing exactly what hes going to say.

“…lasagne. You’ll be doomed to eat frozen lasagne for all of eternity.” He smirked knowing he has the upper hand.

“Oh yeah??? Well if you do that and won’t let me see my friends, I won’t lay on top of you during bedtime anymore! You’ll have to sleep without any weight on you! And I KNOW you refuse to buy an expensive weighted blanket!”

“….please don’t. I seriously need sleep.”

“Let me see my friends and give me the Sicilian goods and you’ll get that good sleep.” You negotiated.

“…sigh. Ok. Fine. But you speak of this to NOBODY. I have a reputation to uphold.”

Formaggio

“I know. I was there.” He said while lounging on the couch.

“You WHAT???”

“I wanted to make sure none of them were gonna hit on you so I hitched a ride on ya and hung around for a while.” He explained like it was a normal thing to do.

“Why didn’t you just ask to come with me???” You asked dumbfounded.

“They aren’t my kind of crowd. That Mista guy is kinda cool though. I also wanted to see if you were going to cheat on me-good job by the way! I knew I could trust you!” He said giving you a thumbs up.

“That is a extreme invasion of privacy Maggio! What the hell!”

“ Hey I’m just being a concerned boyfriend. I care about your safety, you know.” He said defensively. “ it’s not like I stayed the whole time… the minute you and that Fugo started talking about sciency stuff I dipped out. That shit was BORING. He needs to get a hobby like collecting stamps, playing football…or SOMETHING. Good god.”

That made you snort. “He has plenty of hobbies. Probably too many which is why he has anger issues and hates his parents.” You snickered.

“Ah~ tiger parents… good thing my parents had such low expectations with me, yet I somehow managed to still disappoint them!” He joked.

“Now that you’re done hanging out with zeros come hang with a hero!” He said patting the couch cushion next to him. “We got football to watch!”

Illuso

“Welcome back traitor!” Everytime you come back from hanging out with Bucciaratis gang.

He teases the shit outta you for hanging out with a bunch of nobodies. 😭 He’s totally not jealous that you didn’t hang out with him today.

“So spill- tell me what embarrassing things they tell you today? Did Giorno drink more piss? Did that drunkard abbacchio do anything stupid?” He snickered.

“Pfft no.. nothing weird happened today. Sorry to disappoint!” You said talking your shoes off.

“So… I planned on having dinner just the 2 of us tonight?”

Oh…shit. Bucciarati insisted on feeding you with the rest of the boys and you are really full. You had 2 orders of bruschetta and caprese salad.

“Oooh yeah… about that lulu…” you said awkwardly.

“Don’t tell me you ate HIS Food. How could you?” Illuso growled.

“He offered and it was rude to say no! I’m sorry!” You tried to de-Escalate the situation.

“But it’s not rude to not eat your boyfriend’s food???” He asked angrily with his voice cracking at the end.

“No lulu— that’s not what I mean. I will—“ you try to explain yourself until he emotionally cuts you off.

“If you’re not going to eat my Gorgonzola dippers…then I’m not eating your ass!” He stormed off to the bedroom crying.

Oh dear… what people don’t see that you see is that Illuso is actually a very sensitive man. 😢 you gotta a lot of emotional damage to patch up�� even though none of this is your fault 🙄 oh well, this is to be expected when you’re dating a drama queen

Pesci

“But…why..? How could you? 🥺” you hanging out with them broke this poor boys heart.

“Pesci Pesci Pesci baby please—it’s not what you think.” You were quick to do damage control.

“Is it because I’m not as attractive as Bucciarati and his goons???” He sniffled.

“Noooooooo Pesci they’re just my friends! You’re my one and only baby boy!” You said squeezing him hard. “I get to see you every day! I just hang out with them and get drunk like you do with the boys!”

“So it’s like your guy time?” He asked.

“Yeah!” You said excitedly. “That’s exactly what it is! Instead of drinking beer and watching football we just drink wine and gossip, do each others nails… fix each other hair… you know, feminine stuff!” You explained.

“Oh so you just need some friends for feminine time? Well I guess that’s ok… I really wish it wasn’t Bucciarati and his crew but it’s not like you can find some non mafiosos to hang out with.” He said feeling a little hesitant.

“Don’t worry, I’ll always have time for you Pesci! They’re my friends but the squad is my family! …my very fucked up dysfunctional family!”you said hugging him.

This helps him calm down. Everyone needs guy/girl time regardless of gender. Just make sure you go fishing with him every Sunday!

Prosciutto

“What kind of mafioso associates with a team they don’t belong to?” He sneered. “You have no dignity Y/N. You should be ashamed of yourself. What would Risotto think knowing you're enjoying the company of troglodytes???” He scolded.

“Pros please. You’re taking this way outta hand. We all work for the boss, I don’t see the proble-“ you explained before you were rudely cut off.

“Don’t speak. The next time I’m talking to you is on Dr. Phil.” He put his hand near your face as he turned his back to you and walked off. He needed a smoke break after dealing with the fact you were hanging around Bucciarati.

He’s so disappointed in you. 😔 how dare you hang out with Bucciarati and his bootlickers. He’s giving you the silent treatment but it’s not going to last long.

He can’t go 10 minutes without you sitting in his lap while you 2 Netflix and chill. 😭

“Do you forgive me???” You asked nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

“Fine. I forgive you. I suppose I was acting out of hand… I will allow you to hang out with your poor choice of friends but in exchange you must…*whisper whisper* for me, and no complaining.”

“Oh…” your face turned red. Well… he allows you to hang out with the gang but you better be ready to do whatever he asked! 😳

Melone

“…do you think you can get some of their blood samples?” He asks suspiciously.

“NO MEL. You’re not gonna sic BabyFace on my buddies.” You smacked him on the head.

“But—How do I know they have honorable intentions??? What if they want to see your feet???”

“Melone! Only you would be the one be thinking about fucking feet!” You slapped him again. “Half of the guys are UNDER AGE and don’t even know where babies come from!” You hissed.

“Wait—really?” He asked dumbfounded.

“Fugo definitely knows but Narancia…he still thinks they come from the stork.” You sigh.

“That’s just…sad. The education system has failed him. Ok I’ll let you see your friends even though I don’t like them.”he said as he pulled out a camera. “But can I get pictures of your feet in exchange?”

“….”

“Please?”

Ghiaccio

“Unacceptable! You’re hanging out with THEM?! What about me?!” He hisses. Oh boy is he jealous.

“I don’t know how you can hang around Mista and his horrendous body odor! And don’t get me started on that Giorno! I swear to fuck I—“ he just won’t stop ranting… but as his S/O this is like white noise to you. You’re good at tuning him out 😅

“Are you listening to me?!” He barked.

“Huh?” You turned your head to be face to face with him staring at you angrily with intense eyes.

“Sniff sniff… you smell like cologne... You didn’t let any of them TOUCH you did you???” He interrogated you.

“Geez… calm down Ghia. No, Giorno just let me borrow his jacket because it was chilly outsi—“you said before you were cut off by Ghiaccio angrily ripping his jacket off and forcing it on you and rolling you around on the floor in it.

“Ghiaccio what the fuck are you doing??!” You whined getting dizzy.

“I’m rescenting you! I’m reclaiming what is MINE.” He said, trying to rub his scent into you.

“I’m dizzy! You’re gonna make me sick!” You whined. “Quit acting like a territorial feral cat!”

“ it’s either I do this or I hose the scent off you out in the backyard!” He growled possessively.

Ghiaccio is very territorial. 😬 he has his weird ways of expressing it too. Note to self-always bring your own jacket when visiting your friends.

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treedaddymcpuffpuff · 4 months ago

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Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE INCREDIBLE @johnwickb1tsch) - Chapter One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-One

TW: nsfw, exhibitionism, violence, blood and gore and guns, trauma, death

“Okay,” Tom says, “you need eggs, milk, blueberries, flour. You writing this down, baby?”

“Um, no, hold on. You’re distracting me.” You grab your little pink nurse notepad and a pen.

“Distracting you?”

“It’s not my fault you sound hot talking about pancake recipes.” You flush at your own boldness, at the heavy chuckle he gives you.

“Naughty girl, I’m in a diner, you know.”

“Oh, sorry. Crowded?”

“Does this mean you’re ready for round two?” He muses.

“Wouldn’t it be round, like, 6?” You tease, catching yourself literally twirling your hair and kicking your feet for Tom Ludlow, pen poised for instruction.

“You just wait til I get my hands on that sweet little—hey, Jordan, what’s up? Yeah, no problem—sorry, old coworkers.”

You cover your mouth to muffle the raucous giggle—now, you scold yourself, can’t turn all hyper feminine and cute just because of Tom. “Okay, and the pancakes?”

“What? Oh, yeah, pancakes. Although, now I’m hungry for something else...”

“Indecent,” you gasp, “I’m just trying to get a pancake recipe, and here you are being a scoundrel.”

“If I was a scoundrel, I’d take the rest of the day off and come lodge myself in that chokehold of a pussy.” He has to be quiet to avoid the nearby patrons hearing him, but that low, hushed voice travels through the phone, into your ear canal, through your brain, down your body, and straight into your cunt.

You give a little frustrated grumble and put your head in your arms, hiding as if he’s right beside you and can feel the heat of your skin and the tremble of your body.

“She can give it, but she just can’t take it,” he tsks, and you hear that shit eating grin.

“Can too,” you protest, whiny.

“We’re not talking about my cock, baby.”

Jesus fucking Christ, okay okay. He wins. He gets the dirty talk crown. You’d say that’s the only thing his mouth is good for, but you’d be very, very wrong.

“Pancakes?” You try pathetically.

Phone sex. It’s usually awkward, tense, strange. Tom Ludlow makes it seamless, and it’s one of his favorite things, as you’ve come to learn. “Mmm. Don’t act like it isn’t your fault that I’m rock hard in a crowded food joint. Oh, fuck, I know you love cockwarming me, baby, but imagine doing it in a room full of people. One of those pretty little sundresses you love to tease me with hiding us from everyone. You’d have to keep quiet for me, though, so nobody finds out I have you stuffed full.”

“God, I hope some elderly woman is not seated by you listening to this—you’ll give her a stroke.” Your joking voice sounds more like your please, fuck me voice right now, and you’re rubbing your pussy against the chair lip like in highschool fucking math class with that one handsome teacher.

“The only thing I’m stroking today is that needy clit when I get my hands on—“ his voice changes from sensual to frustrated, and the line goes blank for a minute. “I gotta go, baby, see you tonight?”

“Yeah, see you tonight, Tom.”

“Keep her wet for me.”

Well, at least you know that won’t be a problem. Not even while you’re showering, shaving, touching up the paint on your nails, cleaning, soaking your feet in epsom salts, and pulling out the new pretty cotton candy lace lingerie set you bought for Tom to lay out for later. You burn some incense, feed the plants, brush your teeth, and then even do a face mask just for the hell of it.

It takes a while for you to realize that you’re starving. Blueberry pancakes sound like heaven right now, and you have everything but the main ingredient—fresh blueberries, Tom had insisted, they need to be fresh.

You could eat a TV dinner for the 8th time this week, ignore that grumble in your tummy that craves something light and fluffy and sweet, but instead you grab your keys and decide to head to the local corner store for some little, delicious blue diamonds.

You know it’s ridiculous, that just walking into the store, you feel like you’re floating around on a little cloud. This is all Tom’s fault, of course. The euphoria of new love–fuck, you should not use that word. But frankly, you don’t know what else to call it.

No one has ever made you feel this way before. Always, you had a chorus of warning bells in the back of your mind in previous relationships, warning you not to get too comfortable, not to think for a moment you could depend on a man to be good to you past the point where he’d finally gotten the gratification that he wanted out of you all along.

But Tom…Tom wanted you. And not just for sex, though that had been–and you had a feeling would continue to be–fucking amazing. You think back on the way you had cuddled in your bed with such a sense of fulfillment and peace. He made you feel whole, whether he was inside you or just filling your arms, and that usual sense of terror that fills you with such things is gradually fading to a dull roar. You know if it goes on much longer–another day, another hour–you’re going to fold and give in.

Floating on your little cloud, you’re not really paying much attention, as you browse the shelves and pick out your ingredients. The blueberries look heavenly, and you cradle your prize in your hand, excited to put them to use–in your grumbling tummy. So when the sound of gunfire erupts somewhere in the little store, you are taken completely by surprise. All you can think to do is hit the floor, making yourself as small and flat as possible.

Blueberries spill and bounce down the aisle.

***

Detective Tom Ludlow is on the prowl.

He knows he should let it go–but he can’t. It’s just not in his vocabulary. Detective Terrence Washington betrayed their brotherhood, and he fully intends to give his old partner a piece of his mind. A firm talking to.

Ok. He might break his jaw.

As young cops Ludlow and Washington had regrettably learned that nothing gets in the way of Law and Order like the Law itself. After watching bad men go free on the streets time and time again, they had worked together to administer their own brand of justice. So what if they walked slightly on the other side of the line? If it meant a piece of shit wife abuser didn’t get to skip back home just to do it again, or a murderer didn’t go free to hurt someone else, then they’d done a good night’s work. Helping people was what he’d become a cop for in the first place, and it seemed like using his knowledge and connections to more vigilante purposes was the only way real justice got done.

Maybe a part of him had sort of known it might catch up to him someday. He hadn’t cared at the time. After his wife’s death…he hadn’t cared about much, except the job. It was all he had. But now…he has you. It complicated things, in the best way. He knows you’re scared. He knows you’ve had a rough past, even if you haven’t felt comfortable enough to tell him about it yet. Most of all, he knows…that you’re the best thing that’s happened to him in a long time, and he’s not letting you go.

So maybe, just this once, he’ll keep a hold of his world-class temper, and not use the belt he’s coiled around his fist to protect his knuckles. The sound of loud rap music catches his attention; he turns to see a late model red Caprice, windows down, piloted by two men with faces covered with bandanas.

In his gut, he just knows.

He knows something terrible is about to happen, and he doesn’t have his sidearm because officially he’d surrendered it and he was supposed to be working the Complaints Desk right now. All he has is his backup strapped to his ankle. It’s a .38 special, just like his father carried, with six fucking shots and it’s not nearly going to be enough to go against the firepower these boys are undoubtedly packing.

He runs into the store anyway, because that is what he does.

***

The items on the shelves explode in the rain of gunfire. Cereal. Canned goods. Chips. Poof! You are covered in foodstuff detritus, and your ears are ringing, and people are screaming on the other side of the store. It all happens so fast, and yet somehow time seems to slow.

You know you’re an idiot, but it is the sound of the screams that gets you army-crawling your way around to the corner of the isle. Someone might need your help. If they’re screaming–they’re not dead. And whether you’re in the ER or not, that means you have a job to do.

As you poke your head around the corner you see an African American man on the ground, his ebony dark skin splattered bright crimson with blood. One of the robbers leans over him, says something you can’t make out past the ringing in your ears. The man on the ground reaches up, swipes the bandana away with a clumsy hand. Says something forceful with what little strength he can muster.

You see the shooter’s face, his handsome features a mask of fury as he shoots the injured man one more time in the chest.

Then the shooters flee, racing out the door to their car, peeling away down the block.

You are shocked, when none other than Officer Tom Ludlow emerges from behind one of the other banks of shelves, kneels beside the wounded man.

“Washington, Washington, stay with me” he calls, urgent and panicked, a new side of him coming to light among spilled grocery goods and fluorescent lights. He feels the man’s pulse, and his face turns pallid and scared. You’re on your feet, then, running and slipping on a puddle of liquid, getting right back up and crossing what feels like a miles long distance to land at the man’s side.

“Y/n?” Tom grabs your shoulders, but you shove him off.

“Does he have a pulse?”

“No, are you alright?”

“Call 911, get me an AED.” You press two fingers into a blood coated jugular, slipping off the mess of plasma, and then going back to feel for a pulse that isn’t there.

Turns out Tom doesn’t have to call anyone, because two ambulances and five cop cars pull up to the storefront. As you perform CPR, the old familiar song and dance of cartilage tearing and ribs breaking and getting covered in crimson up to the mid forearm, police and firemen and other uniformed personnel flood into the store.

Someone tries to pull Tom away, but he shoves them off and kneels back down beside you with an AED, knuckles bloody and glittering with glass shards from where he probably punched in a display window to get to the defibrillator.

“Put the pads on him,” you tell Tom, lifting up your hands momentarily so he can rip Washington’s shirt right down the middle. You go back to compressing while he slaps the pads on, and switches the device.

It lights up, that little pleasant ding a thick balm on your raging, acidic anxiety. STAND CLEAR, it says, just as the stretcher arrives. ANALYZING HEART RHYTHM.

“Let me take over,” someone instructs, taking your place on the floor. “How long have you been at it?”

Tom speaks for you. “Twenty minutes.”

Felt like two.

NO SHOCK ADVISED. BEGIN CPR.

“Put a line in.” Tom pulls you away. “Pushing epi now.” He picks you up, sticky from blood—or maybe that’s you. “STAND CLEAR.” You get a cradled police escort outside, and placed gently into the passenger seat of Tom’s car.

“Stay here?” He asks, hand on your cheek, damp and thick.

“Yeah,” you nod.

He shuts you in and presses the lock.

#keanuverse #keanuverse fic #tom ludlow x reader

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onceuponastory · 2 years ago

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knights in leather jackets - biker!bucky x reader

Plot: Stuck in a dead end job at an ice cream parlour, Y/N dreams of something new in her life, especially when a biker’s charity meet and ride comes to town. And then, she meets Bucky. Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Y/N’s boss being an ass and a bully, verbal abuse and some violence and threats. Biker!Bucky is also very much a flirt in this, and likes using doll as his petname (yes, he’s a warning, hahaha). As always if I miss any triggers, let me know. Notes: This was inspired by a biker’s meet that happened near me, and also because I’ve always liked these kind of stories. This is not beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

Gazing out of the window, Y/N drifts into a dreamworld. A local biker group is holding their annual charity meet and ride in her city, meaning that the streets surrounding the ice cream parlour she works in are full of motorbikes, and that the sound of engines continues to fill the air. She’s already served a few of them so far tonight, but the crowd has died down. Thankfully for Y/N, it means she can stare out of the window to her heart’s content, watching and listening to all the bikers.

“Hey, earth to Y/N. I don’t pay you to stand around looking like an idiot.” Her boss snaps, pulling her out of her trance. “Oh, please tell me you’re not staring at them.” He huffs.

“And who exactly is ‘them’?” She asks warily.

“Those stupid bikers.”

“It’s for charity!” She exclaims. “And besides, they’ve been great for business! I already sold a bunch of ice cream to them.”

“I don’t give a shit! Could be for world peace for all I care. I hate those things.” Honestly, Y/N wishes she could say that she was surprised by her boss’ reply. But she’s been working for this asshole for so long, and been screamed at by him so many times that she’s used to his awful attitude by this point. “They just make too much noise, and they’re bad news. I wouldn't allow them to be here if I had my way.”

“Thank fuck you’re not in charge, then.” She mutters, rolling her eyes. If she could, she would’ve left this shitty job months ago and never looked back. Unfortunately for her, bills need to be paid, and nobody else wants to hire her, so it looks like she’s going to be stuck here, with her shitty boss, for the rest of her life.

Another roar of an engine sounds from outside, and Y/N sighs. She’d love to be like the bikers, driving all over the country without a care in the world. The wind in her hair, free to do whatever and go wherever she wanted… that would be perfect.

“I’m going for a break.” Her boss snaps, walking out and slamming the door behind him. The sound reverberates throughout the room, sending a shockwave through her entire body. Clenching her fist, she tries to calm down.

God, she hates this fucking place.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

About half an hour later, Y/N is checking on something through the back when the chimes above the door sound, signalling the arrival of another customer. Before going back out, she takes a moment to brace herself. It could also mean her boss is back, ready to get mad at her for something else that isn’t her fault.

Thankfully for Y/N, when she goes back out to the front, the only person standing there is another biker. Dressed all in black, including the sunglasses perched on his head, he looks out of place against the bright colours of the ice cream parlour. Coupled with his extremely muscular physique and the biker patches on his jacket, he looks like the stereotypical bad boy in a movie, the one who comes in to lead the heroine astray and drive her to trouble. But she doesn’t care about that. She’s just happy that she has a moment of freedom from her boss constantly breathing down her neck. And besides, what's so bad about wanting a bad boy in your life? Especially when you live a life as shitty as hers.

“Hey sir, what can I get you?” The man looks up, brushing a few strands of his long brunette hair out of his face. Light blue eyes stare back at her.

“Hey there.” He grins. God, this man is gorgeous. He peers over the cabinet, staring at all the flavours. The light catches his eyes, and they sparkle even more. “It’s so hard to choose. There’s so many choices.” He murmurs. His voice is smooth like honey, and he hums to himself as he tries to decide. “Nope, no clue. Can you recommend anything?” He stands up straighter, almost leaning over the counter towards her. Yet, Y/N doesn’t feel afraid of him coming closer. In fact, somehow she already feels comfortable around him.

“Well, that depends. What kind of flavours do you like?”

The man chuckles, biting his lip slightly. “I do like something sweet.” He grins, pointedly glancing over her facial features. Y/N’s breath hitches in her throat, and she can already feel heat settling onto her cheeks. “But maybe with a little tartness.” He winks, and Y/N quickly bites her tongue before she can embarrass herself. “So what do you think…” His eyes move lower, towards her chest, landing on her name tag. “...Y/N?” He whispers. Y/N bites down even harder, quieting the moan that threatens to escape. This man just oozes charisma, and it’s clear he’s flirting with her. Although, after the shitty day she’s been having, he’s the welcome respite she needs.

“Um. I think r-raspberry ripple would be a good choice then.” She stammers, her voice sounding more like a squeak than anything else. Already, she can feel her cheeks burning in embarrassment.

“There we go then. Lady’s choice.” Quickly, Y/N scoops him some, thrusting the cone into his hand at breakneck speeds. As she does, her hand brushes against the leather of his gloves. And the sensation almost sends her heart into overdrive. Thankfully, the man doesn’t seem to notice her frazzled state. Or if he does, at least he doesn’t mention it. “Thanks doll.” He roots around in the pockets of his clearly too tight (although not that Y/N is complaining) jeans, handing over a wad of cash.

“It’s only three-” Y/N begins, holding out the extra cash. However, the man shakes his head.

“No, no. You keep it. Consider it a tip.” And a real, proper smile, her first that day, grows on Y/N’s lips.

“Thank you so much.” She expects the man to leave then, their chance meeting over. Instead, he stands there, watching her as he eats his cone. Meanwhile, Y/N tries to think of something, anything to say to get him to stay.

“This is amazing.” He smiles. “You have great taste.”

“You’re welcome. But you know….” She begins, and the man raises a brow. “I don’t know your name and you know mine. I think it’s only fair that I get to know yours.” Nodding, the man chuckles.

“It’s Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you, Bucky. How’s the ride? I think it’s great what you’re doing, by the way. I’ve been here most of the day, but I saw and heard you all down there. Sounds amazing.” For a moment, she’s worried her gushing will turn him off. But in fact, he seems more than happy to discuss it with her.

“Yeah, well, someone sends the call out, and we come to raise as much as we can. This time it’s for the local kid’s hospital.” He shrugs, showing there’s no question about his choice to help others. Y/N smiles. What was that she was saying about him being a bad boy? Seems like he’s anything but. “But you’re right. It’s great catching up with everyone, too.” Y/N holds out some more cash, and Bucky frowns. “I told you that’s your tip.”

“I know. But I wanna help too.” And then, Bucky smiles. A huge, warm, grateful smile.

“Thank you. You’re an angel, you know that? At least… one that gives out amazing ice cream and helps others.” Y/N feels her stomach fluttering, and she giggles.

“Well, I’m happy to serve.”

But then, the happy peace is shattered. “Y/N!” Her boss shouts, banging the door open. Immediately, Y/N jumps. Noticing her sudden fear, Bucky frowns.

“What the hell? Are you alright?” Her boss storms into the room, glaring at her. From the way he’s standing, his nostrils flaring, he looks like one of those cartoons with the faces that turn bright red whenever they get angry. If steam started coming out of his ears, Y/N wouldn’t be the least bit surprised.

“I told you to take out the fucking trash before I left, didn’t I?” He hisses.

“No, you didn’t. You just stormed out.” Y/N argues, willing herself not to get pissed off or cry in front of her cute customer.

“Don’t talk back to me. Need I remind you I pay your wages? I can easily take that away.”

“But-” she begins, already hearing her voice cracking.

“Hey, that’s enough. Don’t you ever threaten her like that again.” Bucky speaks up. His voice is immediately deeper, and more threatening.

“And who the hell are you?” Her boss asks, looking him up and down. But like Y/N said, it’s obvious that Bucky is a biker. “Oh. Of course.” He scoffs. “Listen buddy, I don’t need someone like you to tell me what to do. This is between me and my employee, so it’s none of your business. Got it?”

“Oh, someone like me, huh?” Bucky chuckles. “The thing is, I don’t care what an asshole like you thinks about me. What I do care about is how you treat your lovely employee there.” Despite the fear coursing through her veins, Y/N registers her heart beating even quicker at Bucky’s words. “Now. Why don’t you say sorry, and I won’t be forced to bring my friends round to help me deal with you, hm?”

Next, everything happens in a blur. All Y/N sees is her boss raising his fist, and Bucky quickly grabbing his wrist before he can do anything. “Really shouldn’t have done that, buddy.” Bucky tuts.

“Fuck you.” Her boss hisses, only to scream when Bucky twists his arm even more. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Her boss whimpers. Bucky shakes his head.

“Not to me. Say sorry to Y/N.” He orders. Somehow, the threatening tone of Bucky’s voice is extremely attractive to her. Or that could just be because he’s doing it to protect her. When she said he was a bad boy, she couldn’t have been further from the truth. In a cheesy way, he’s more like a knight in a leather jacket. “Now.”

“I’m sorry…Y/N.” Her boss cries. Seeing the man who has bullied and threatened her for so long on his knees in tears is a pretty unbelievable sight. Yet, Y/N can’t help but giggle. She’s been wanting this bastard to get his comeuppance ever since she started working here, and she’s not missing a moment of it.

“Good boy. Now, fuck off and leave her alone. And if I ever hear that you’re treating her like shit again, I will bring my friends round, okay?” When her boss nods, Bucky lets go of his wrist, and he scurries out of the door without another word. As Bucky takes out his phone, dialling a number, Y/N lets out a breath she doesn’t realise she was holding. Her heart is still pounding in some weird mix of fear and love for the man who saved her. “Hey. We have a situation at the ice cream parlour.” Bucky speaks, pacing around the shop. “No, nothing like that. The boss was just being an asshole to his employee, so I made sure he knew to leave her alone or else. Asshole’s probably gonna go squealing to the police at some point though, so we should be prepared. …Okay, see you soon.”

When Bucky hangs up, he’s immediately back to the same, kind person he was when it was just them. “Are you alright? He hasn’t hurt you, has he?”

“No, it just scared me. It’s nothing new, though.” She murmurs. Her words make Bucky’s jaw clench, and he sighs.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” Y/N doesn’t respond. Instead, she crosses over to him, pulling him into a tight grasp, not even caring about the consequences. He smells like gasoline and patchouli oil. The powerful aroma infiltrates her entire senses, sweet and intoxicating. Bucky wraps his arms around her, pulling her even closer. So close she can feel the warmth radiating from his body, and feel his heartbeat through his jacket.

“Thank you.” She gasps. “So much.”

“Of course, doll. It’s what we do.” Being in Bucky’s arms feels safe and right. He holds her until her heart rate calms down, matching with his. She never wants to let go.

But then, she remembers. Bikers from all over the country are at this charity meet.What if Bucky lives miles away, and she’ll never see him again?

“Bucky, what happens when you go? What if he comes back?” She asks, her voice quiet. Pulling apart from her, Bucky grabs a napkin, writing his number on it.

“I doubt he will come back, but if there’s any issues, you call me okay? I’ll be right over.” He picks up his helmet, heading towards the door.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“I’ve gotta go meet the others. Like I said, call me, okay?”

“Okay.” She nods, already missing him.

And then, he’s gone.

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nuvoloso · 2 years ago

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What's Happening?

Oikawa x m!reader (he/him/his)

A blind date? Why the hell not. Y/n is a wing spiker that plays city volleyball, not for the school, and Iwaizumi decides to play matchmaker.

The ~~ means a change in view or time.

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Why the hell is Iwaizumi so insistent on this? Y/n thought, as the volleyball player had begun berating him about going out with one of his friends. Iwa had been doing his damn best to get y/n to agree to a blind date with someone on the volleyball team, but he'd seen the guys on that team and nobody had really piqued his interest. Yet, here he was, again, for what felt like the thirtieth time.

"Just say you will, just go out to dinner or a movie or something simple. I've just got a feeling you'll like him, plus you've got nothing to lose. Nobody approaches you anyway." Y/n scoffed, giving Iwa a good shove in the process. He only laughed, "Oh what, you're mad I won't lie to you?"

"I'm mad you said that so loudly, we're in the middle of the hallway." Y/n complained, Iwa only rolling his eyes.

"Well if you'd just accept my invitation I wouldn't have to gloat about your terminal loneliness." Y/n couldn't even think of a witty response to match the absolute destruction Iwa brought with every word he spoke. "So, you're in?" He asked, y/n finally giving up and accepting his proposition.

Iwa grinned triumphantly, and nearly turned to leave, but y/n grabbed his arm, and stuck a finger in his face, "But I swear to god, if this goes south I will break every single one of your fingers so you'll never get to play volleyball ever again." Iwa let out a long whistle at y/n's threat, obviously not very feeling very threatened by it.

"I wouldn't be trying so hard if I didn't think it'd be successful. Just give him a chance, his first impressions aren't the best." Fantastic. "I'll send you details when I confirm with him, ok? Does after practice tonight work for you?" Reluctantly, y/n nodded and let Iwa go. They parted ways and headed towards their classrooms then, y/n's anxiety skyrocketing at the thought of going on a date with someone he didn't even remotely know.

He tried to relax during classes, telling himself over and over that it would be ok because Iwa must be close friends with whoever it was, but the pit in his stomach just kept growing. What if he actually liked whoever it was, but it wasn't mutual? What if he couldn't make conversation and it was just super awkward the whole time? A swarm of 'what ifs' crowded his mind and he didn't get much work done. When the day finally ended, he about booked it out of the classroom, hoping that getting to his practice would help take his mind off things.

In his rush, he ran straight into the back of someone just barely taller than him who'd randomly stopped in the middle of the walkway.

"Shit, sorry. Are you ok?" Y/n asked the stranger, helping him pick up a handful of flyers he had dropped at the collision. He looked to be around the same age as y/n, messy brown hair and gentle features, he looked incredible. There wasn't a single mark on his fair skin, and even though his hair looked untamed, it seemed to fall exactly where the stranger willed it to. He also had a pretty lean build, y/n thought he'd probably be really good at volleyball if he didn't already play it.

The stranger flashed him a smile, "I'm alright, I shouldn't have stopped like that, sorry. Thanks for the help though, you can keep one of them if you'd like." Y/n looked down at the papers he was helping pick up and noticed they were flyers for the volleyball club's match this weekend against Shiratorizawa.

"Are you on the club team here?" Y/n asked, though he felt it was a stupid question given that he was promoting it by hanging up these flyers.

The stranger took no offense to his question though, and nodded. "I'm actually the captain, and the main setter."

"Uh, wow, I'm sorry I'm taking up your time, I'm sure you're busy." He shrugged, the two of them soon standing after having gathered all the loose flyers. "If you want," He offered, "I could take some of the flyers and hand them out to guys on my team, I'm sure they'd like to watch." The captain gave him a slightly confused look, but happily handed him a small stack of the papers.

They started walking towards the main entrance of the school and continued talking about volleyball, the captain immensely interested in y/n's team.

"So you play on a team composed of people from all around Miyagi, not one neighborhood or school in particular? And its aged 16-24?" Y/n nodded in response to each of his questions. "That sounds like it could be a lot of fun, but who do you play against? How do you guys practice if everybody's spread out?"

He explained it the best he could, their system was slightly more complex than the school's. "Those of us that live close to each other practice everyday, and once a week we choose somewhere in Miyagi to meet up and practice as a group. There are other groups in Miyagi that we play against, and some from other prefectures too. City league sports are actually pretty popular, but a lot of people don't know they exist because they're wrapped up in their school's club."

They kept going back and forth until they'd reached the separation point, the stranger headed over to the gyms, and y/n headed out onto the sidewalk to get to his own court.

"Before we go our separate ways, what's your name? I'd like to join one of your practices sometime if that's ok." Y/n was honestly elated to hear that from the captain. Sure Iwa had told him all about how great their team was, and even a little about this captain, but y/n really wanted to see it for himself.

"You can just call me y/n, I'm in class 3-B. What about you?" He replied, extending his hand.

"Oikawa, Tōru." He stated, firmly shaking y/n's hand. "I'm in 3-A, It's nice to meet you y/n, I look forward to playing with you sometime." Oikawa left, off to his gym, and y/n off to his court. He was contemplating texting Iwa to cancel his blind date, not wanting to go out with someone on Oikawa's team after having just met him. He'd rather just go out with the captain, but with the way he looked? There was no way he didn't have a girlfriend or something already.

Y/n tried to keep his mind off the date and the captain, he just wanted to play his game without any distractions.

He was unsuccessful. He was a wing spiker for his team, and he missed well over half of the sets he got. Luckily it was just a regular practice, not the full group one, that was in a few days still. He repeatedly apologized to his teammates, but they didn't hold it against him.

"You seem pretty lost today, what's going on?" His setter asked, while everyone was getting some water.

Y/n sighed, looking up at the sky and taking in the clouds. He loved that they practiced outside, it was so much nicer than being stuck in a gym. "A friend of mine who's on the volleyball team at school has been begging to set me up on a blind date with someone on his team, and I finally agreed to it. It'll be just after we're both done today."

"That sounds like fun! Why aren't you more excited?" Y/n shrugged,

"I met the captain of their team today, and he's everything I could want, but there's no way someone like him is single. I just think it'll be weird if I go out with someone on his team while we just met, I don't know." He mumbled, but his teammates understood his unease about the situation.

One of the older guys on their team, he'd just turned 21, clapped him on the back. "You never know, maybe he's the one you got set up with!" Y/n hadn't even thought about that, Iwa did talk about that captain pretty often...But there was still no way he was single, surely. "Just don't think about it to hard, it's always been your downfall. Live in the moment, y/n!" He weakly smiled at his teammates, thanking them for the confidence boosters.

They got back to their practice shortly after, and y/n's tact started returning.

About an hour and half later his practice had come to an end, and he finally got to start freaking about his blind date. When he got home, he destroyed his closet looking for something to wear, not loving any of his options. He stared at his clothes for several minutes before he realized they weren't going to change by him staring at them. He opted to take a shower and come back, hoping he'd maybe get an idea along the way.

When he'd finished, he threw on a pair of sweats and went back to his room, where he was surprised to find someone sifting through his clothing pile.

"Iwa?" He questioned, guessing that it was his friend by the back of his head. The spiky hair wasn't hard to miss, and soon the intruder had turned around and waved to him.

"Your sister let me in, I figured you'd need help finding an outfit." Y/n rolled his eyes, but didn't get in the way, secretly grateful for the help. "You should wear this, you're going to dinner so it's better to be like business casual. I know that's what he's going for..." Iwa mumbled, now kicking through Y/n's shoes until he found something he liked. Y/n took the outfit from his hands so he could more thoroughly dig through all of his belongings.

"I'll go put this on I guess...?" Iwa was too captivated by his current task to say anything, so y/n just disappeared back into the bathroom to change. He'd picked out a black button down that y/n had forgotten he owned, and a pair of pleated off-white slacks. When he'd assembled it, he actually quite liked it, albeit a bit surprised by Iwa's ability to style an outfit.

He went back to the room, Iwa complimenting him on how it looked. "Now, just add some accessories and keep a few buttons undone and you'll be ready. I set shoes by the door for you, so let's go." Y/n nodded, quickly putting on a few of his favorite rings and a small silver chain, leaving a few of the buttons on his shirt undone like Iwa had told him.

Iwa lead him out the door and they walked for a few blocks, y/n soon knowing where they were going. He'd seen the restaurant a few times, not actually having gotten a chance to try it yet. Iwa sent him off on his own once they were across the street from the restaurant.

"Good luck! Don't take it too seriously, have some fun ok?" He vigorously shook y/n's shoulders before pushing him towards the crosswalk. Y/n gave him a final wave, and made his way to the restaurant.

Oikawa checked his watch, he was pretty early. He didn't mind though, he'd be able to get a good table and get some time to figure out how he wanted to play tonight. He'd agreed to the blind date because it was Iwa suggesting it, he knew that despite the dick he was, Iwa wouldn't set him up with someone he wouldn't at least somewhat like. After earlier though, he didn't really want to do this. Bumping into y/n was the highlight of his day, he'd immediately found the guy more than attractive. He acted distant though, as if he didn't want to get close to Tōru for some reason, but he couldn't be sure, they'd just met.

You're not here for him though, focus. As much as he wanted the evening to already be over, he would entertain his date and ensure they both had a nice enough time. He'd hate for it to be a total waste of time and money so he told himself he'd stick it through no matter what.

Several minutes passed, and it was nearly the agreed upon time now, Oikawa becoming slightly nervous he'd be stood up even though they didn't know each other.

"Eh? Oikawa? What're you doing here?" He'd been looking at the menu, but the familiar voice jarred him. He looked over, and noticed the waitress was gesturing for him to sit, and saying she'd be back to take our orders in a few minutes.

"Y/n! I'm, uh-my friend set me up on a blind date, what a coincidence seeing you here. You must be meeting your boyfr- I mean your partner or something. You look great!" Oikawa felt his face heating up, he shouldn't have just assumed that y/n was queer, and now he'd made things weird, awesome.

Y/n didn't seem phased by his words though, in fact he started laughing. "That damn Hajime." The realization soon settled on Oikawa, y/n was his blind date. Here he'd been, hoping that it would happen, and he had gotten exactly what he'd wanted.

"Well, it's good to see you again, so soon!" Y/n smiled, "What're the odds?" Oikawa chucked, relieved y/n hadn't reacted strangely to his mumblings before. Y/n opened his menu, sifting through the options, but couldn't seem to pick one out.

"Can I recommend something?" Oikawa asked.

Y/n looked up at him and immediately closed his menu, setting his gaze on Oikawa, lightly laughing as he accepted his invitation. "God please, there's so much to chose from I can barely think." Oikawa giggled and pointed out a few options that had caught his eye, but he noticed that y/n wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying. He just kept his eyes on Oikawa while he spoke, it felt like he was more focused on his movements than what he was actually saying.

Oikawa quieted when the waitress came back and asked for their orders, y/n gesturing for him to go first. "I'll have a bowl of Nabeyaki Udon, please." She smiled at him, and moved her focus to y/n.

"I'll have the same, thank you." She nodded, and left the two once again.

"Not very creative, y/n." He commented, y/n quickly rolling his eyes.

"I couldn't decide! If it's good enough for you to eat, I'm sure it'll be more than fine for me too." Y/n nervously laughed, Oikawa noticing him shifting in his seat and playing with his hands. He was nervous. Oikawa couldn't decide whether he wanted to say to say something or not, he didn't want to make things worse by any means but he didn't want y/n to be that nervous to be on a date with him.

He pursed his lips for a moment, then did his best to offer the nervous a kind smile. "Why're you so shaken up? Didn't want it to be me?" He joked, hoping y/n would pick up on the tone in his voice.

Thankfully, it seemed like he had. "No, no, I'm glad it's you! I mean, it's not a bad thing that it's you. It's actually kind of nice since we already met." He rambled, but the nervous energy that surrounded him seemed to fade. "I just, I dunno, I couldn't imagine that you could possibly be...single, I guess." He said, Oikawa's eyebrows raising in surprise. "No offense! It's just that you're so, charismatic and uh, yeah you're- fuck." He buried his head in his hands, Oikawa chuckling at his state.

"It's ok, maybe I was just waiting for you to come along..." He smirked, y/n's head moving from his hands onto the table, the tips of his ears having turned pink. "Aw, blushing for me? I'm honored!" Y/n couldn't even attempt to look at Oikawa.

"Will you shut up for a few minutes so I can fucking relax?!" Oikawa laughed, and reached his arms out to rest his hands on y/n's.

"No." When y/n felt Oikawa's hands on his own, he immediately looked up at him. He didn't try to move his hands out from under Tōru's, which he was grateful for, but he couldn't seem to string any words together.

The waitress saved him, having reappeared at their table with the food they'd ordered. Oikawa retracted his hands from y/n's as his and the other's bowls were placed in front of them. They both thanked her and started digging into their food. Things were quiet for several minutes, neither really wanting to attempt conversation while they ate, but Tōru could tell the tension between them had largely dissipated.

After they'd eaten, they made small talk, about hobbies, favorite colors, all the usual. Eventually, the check came to them and Oikawa managed to pay for everything, much to y/n's dismay. They'd argued as much as they could've until the waitress had shown up again and Oikawa forced the bill out of y/n's hands.

"I'll pay next time, it's only fair." Y/n said as they were leaving the restaurant.

"Next time? Another date, you mean?" He questioned, hoping to see y/n change colors again. This time though, y/n put a sliver of confidence in himself and his response.

"Obviously, you couldn't keep your eyes or your hands to yourself. Of course there'd be another date." The way he raised an eyebrow at Oikawa reminded him a bit of himself, but he loved that y/n could dish it back to him. "Anyway," he ventured, "Can I walk you home? Unless you wanted to do something else."

Truthfully, Tōru didn't want the night to end. He longed to come up with activity after activity so he could stay with y/n, he had a calming presence which helped ease Tōru's ever-crowded mind. He was always thinking about volleyball and school, always about how he could be improving or what he'd been doing wrong. But tonight - tonight he hadn't thought about anything except for y/n, making him laugh or blush, or just listening to what he had to say.

"Hey, are you there? Did I scare you or something?" He looked up, now realizing he'd totally spaced out and didn't even know for how long.

He blinked a few times, and looked around. Apparently they'd ended up walking to some park he didn't immediately recognize. "Sorry, I just got distracted, my bad. Also, where are we?" Y/n lightly laughed and looked around, apparently also not having realized they'd kept walking directionless.

"This, oh this is the park where I practice! I guess I came here out of habit, the court we use is over there." He pointed over to where a net was set up and there was a rectangle of concrete with painted lines. "So, uh, did you want me to walk you home? Or...?" Ah right his question from earlier. Let's try not to forget to answer it this time.

"Well, I don't have plans for the rest of the evening, and it's not super late yet... But if you do, then we can totally-"

"I don't." Y/n interrupted, his clam gaze making Oikawa a bit anxious. Ever since they left the restaurant, the vibes had completely switched, Oikawa was forgetting who he was and what was going on while y/n flirted and stayed collected. "I've still got my keys, I could grab a ball if you want to hit a few." Finally, something Tōru understood. If there was one thing he couldn't look bad doing, it was volleyball.

"If you insist." He replied. "Try not to get too intimidated though, I'm one of the best y'know." Again, y/n didn't falter at his attempt to fluster him.

"But you haven't made it to nationals like Miya has, so why should I be scared?" MIYA? Y/n knew someone who played at the national level? Now he wasn't so sure about what he'd said. Of course he knew he was a fantastic setter, one of the best in his own opinion, but he'd not played against or with someone who was a regular at nationals.

At an attempt to collect himself, he waved off y/n's comment. "So what? Just because I haven't made it to nationals yet doesn't mean I'm not the best setter out there."

"I guess we'll just have to see." Y/n shot back, before jogging over to the storage shed near the court. He dug out a volleyball and tossed it to Oikawa, who gently received it without a second thought.

"You said you're wing spiker, right?" He asked, y/n nodded. "What kind of set do you like?" This time, y/n only shrugged.

"You'll just have to figure it out, 'best setter out there'." He sneered, walking onto the concrete platform and towards the right side. Oikawa scoffed and went off towards the left. I'll find out, on the first one. He told himself, though it wasn't the most realistic, but he always like a challenge.

Oikawa set, and y/n spiked over and over again, Oikawa priding himself on figuring out what y/n liked within his first (but likely his second or third) set. They only stopped when it had gotten too dark out to see very clearly over the net, both of them having a slight sweat. As y/n put the ball back, Oikawa asked him more about how he knew the person from nationals, it bothered him that y/n might have had a setter that he thought was better.

"Oh, Miya? God I don't even remember how we met, I think he plays for a city team in his spare time." Y/n said, "Yeah, we met at a tournament. His team beat us, but only barely, we did five sets and it was down to the last, the score I think was 20-22 in the end." Oikawa whistled, he knew how exhausting a game like that could be. "Anyway, after we played against each other, he approached me and almost begged me to let him set for me." He laughed to himself, but Oikawa's mind was everywhere. "We played a little after that game and became good friends, he always updates me on his tournaments and games."

Oikawa's fatal flaw was that he had a massive god-complex, and right now it was definitely being complex. His mind was about to take a total downward turn when y/n punched his shoulder.

"Don't look like that, you idiot." Y/n sneered.

"What? Look like what?" He demanded.

"Don't get jealous. Don't get upset just because I know some great setter, I can't even begin to compare you two and you've never even met him. Don't get your tits in a twist so quickly, now come on it's dark, we're both tired, and it's obviously past your bedtime." Tōru's mind went blank, even if he could think up a response, there'd be now way he'd bring himself to say it. He hadn't been put in his place like that before, sure Iwa gave him reality checks every now and then, but nobody could read him like that.

Y/n started walking, but turned to face Tōru and held out his hand, waiting for him to take it. He didn't say anything, just waved his hand around and stared at Tōru until he finally took it. Y/n's hand was warm, and strong, just like a spiker's should be.

"Where's your house?" Y/n asked him, his face void of any snark or ego that it had only moments earlier.

"It's up by the school, two streets north." Y/n nodded and confidently lead him in the general direction. "How are you so calm all of a sudden?" He found himself asking, the events of their date confusing him.

Y/n chuckled as he looked to the sky. "After you ripped the bill out of my hands at that restaurant, I knew you weren't as serious or intimidating as I had thought you were when I first met you. Our conversations and getting to hit your sets after we ate was so much more relaxed, I just felt like I could be myself. I don't like formal situations like sit down dinners at fancy restaurants, I didn't even know what to wear, Iwa picked this out."

Hearing that Hajime had picked out what y/n was wearing made Tōru feel better, he thought he was a total disaster today but he hadn't been alone. "I thought this was going to be easy, but you just keep making me forget how to think." He lightly squeezed Tōru's hand at the comment,

"That's probably a good thing, isn't it? You probably think way to much." He sighed,

"You're definitely right. Guess I'm extremely lucky for having you physically run into me today."

Y/n smiled, "You're so welcome."

They approached Oikawa's neighborhood, and he directed y/n to his house, y/n only letting go of Oikawa's hand when they got to his front steps. "Thanks, for tonight. It was fun, I'm looking forward to next time." Y/n said, a slight blush dusting his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

"Me too, even though I'll probably see you again tomorrow, right?" Y/n's face dropped, he'd totally forgotten they went to school together.

Thoroughly embarrassed, he rubbed the back of his neck and tried to laugh it off. "Eh, true- our classes are neighbors." He took a deep breath and faced Tōru, "Well, I'll see you later. Have a good night, Oikawa." He barely got a chance to reply before y/n had turned around to leave, so he grabbed the shoulder closest to him, and turned the boy to face him again.

"What, no goodbye kiss? We're basically dating now right?" Y/n turned nearly purple at the comment, definitely not having expected it. He tried stuttering out some kind of response, so Oikawa put him out of his misery and tugged the gent towards him.

He could feel y/n's anxiety melt away as they kissed, his arms wrapping around Tōru's waist, his in return folding around y/n's neck. Y/n couldn't believe what was happening, but he was beyond happy that it was.

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mojjisxng · 1 year ago

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super shy

&team jo x reader / y/n

high school au, in which basketball player jo and ‘nobody’ y/n both have huge crushes on each other, yet are totally oblivious. well, that is until they are forced to confront their feelings in the aftermath of the final basketball game of the year.

requested (sorry it took a while, i’ve been quite busy)

pronouns- she/her (as requested)

warnings- super cheesy, shit writing because i haven’t written properly in ages (i’m so so sorry 🫶🫶)

word count- 1,035

lowercase intended

y/n hurriedly scuttled between the rows of students inside the crowded gymnasium, eventually situating herself in the middle of her two best friends. any minute now the final basketball game of the season was about to begin, and y/n was trying not to pass out from the nerves. so much so, that the aforementioned friends had to physically drag y/n to the game. if you’re thinking that the actual result of the game was significant to y/n, you’re terribly mistaken. the poor girl merely had an earth-shattering crush on the school’s star player, jo. she didn’t even think she could look at him right now, never mind watch him do what he does best; the crush had escalated that far.

she didn’t even know where the crush came from, it just manifested after observing him in their classes and during the small interactions they had at school. however, she was adamant that jo could never like her back.

‘i’m meek, nerdy and don’t stand out at all; i’m completely unremarkable,’ the girl pondered to herself whilst counting down the minutes until the game began. ‘he’s perfect and popular, and wouldn’t even know of my existence if we weren’t in class together. like yeah, we do make eye contact a lot in the corridors, but i’d be delusional to think he actually could like me. he doesn’t seem as intimidating as his other team mates though; he seems so gentle with everyone including me. and his stoic face sometimes quirks up into the most adorable smile when we greet each other. oh. my. god. I CANNOT STAND ITTTTT!!!!’

obviously, y/n’s internal monologue was presenting itself on the outside as well, as her leg was shaking erratically, she was gripping her jumper so hard it looked like her fingernails were going to pop through the other side, as well as her facial expressions going through all five stages of grief. her friends looked concerned, yet simply shared a slightly worried look and laughed with a roll of their eyes; they were used to this.

on the other hand, y/n could not have been more wrong about jo’s feelings towards her, seeing as though he too had a monumental crush on her. that’s why he was almost having a panic attack outside of the locker room, with yuma trying to hand him a paper bag to hyperventilate into. jo then started to pace towards the door of the gymnasium, peeking through the window to look for y/n. as soon as he spotted her, he sprinted back to his previous spot, doubling over with nausea.

“just take the bag dude, it might help you to not die,” yuma exclaimed with slight amusement in his voice.

the team captain, nicholas sauntered over, “you’re just nervous because you want to help us win the whole season, and it’s not because of that girl you like right…RIGHT?!?!” jo’s side eye did not look promising to nicholas, who just patted jo on the shoulder, shook his head and walked away in defeat, not ready to give relationship advice.

there was no time for anyone to comfort jo anyways, because the team was directed to line up ready to file into the packed gym.

the boys ran out, one by one, jo being the last due to the anticipation he brought with being the most important player of the season. as he scanned the audience while waving to everyone, he made direct eye contact with y/n. the pair immediately looked away from each other, blushing profusely.

throughout the game, y/n was internally being pulled between being unable to spare a glance at jo because ‘his magnificence was just to great’, as she put it to her friends, and being unable to look away from him. he effortlessly moved across the court with the ball, gracefully jumping to score (which he did many many (*italics*) times). the lovesick girl was mesmerised by jo, watching his tall frame join the crowd of other boys to celebrate a basket that he made, with a huge grin on his face. she wished he would smile like that because of her.

it was no surprise that jo’s team won the game. despite this, the oblivious pair were in for a shock, when they were forced into facing each other.

as soon as the final whistle was blown, y/n’s friends pushed her down towards the court, whilst jo’s teammates basically held him hostage in the centre of the court.

“jo has something he needs to get off his chest…don’t you jo?” yuma probed.

“funnily enough, y/n does too,” stated one of y/n’s friends, very matter-of-fact, despite having to push down a smirk.

y/n decided to just let it all out, maybe it would be a weight of her shoulders no matter the result, she thought to herself. as if they were psychically linked, jo figured that confessing couldn’t feel as bad as he had been lately because of his crush on y/n.

“OK SO BASICALLY I LIKE YOU, LIKE A LOT,” y/n and jo, practically screamed at the same time.

“huh, you like me back?! you, jo, the star of the basketball team, the most popular boy in school at the moment?!”

“well…yeah i do, i like you so so much, i could burst. i may be all those things that you said, but i feel like a shy loser around you. you’re so sweet and smart and beautiful, that i can’t handle it. i could barely look at you lately.” a smile bloomed across y/n’s extremely rosy face, at hearing jo’s confession.

“well, i guess we can be shy losers together now,” she giggles, laying her soft lips on jo’s plushy cheek.

their friends whooped and hollered, as the couple hid in each other’s arms, sending a glare at their mildly irritating supporters. yuma had to clutch onto his evil eye bracelet for protection from the double side eye.

“i guess we were the only ones that were clueless about each other’s feelings,” jo whispered into y/n’s ear, as they basked in the first of many tender moments they shared together.

#&team #&team jo #asakura jo #&team scenarios #&team imagines #&team fluff #&team reactions #&team ej #&team euijoo #&team fuma #&team k #&team nicholas #&team yuma #&team harua #&team taki #&team maki #&team x reader

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blushstories · 2 years ago

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danger zone - b.butcher

summary: "if you're ever in trouble, give me a shout, alright?" he had said. you didn't hang around to define 'trouble', but you're pretty sure that this would qualify.

warnings: the epitome of "let's put these guys in situations"

word count: 785

You hadn’t intended for anyone to eavesdrop on your conversation over the phone. But the moment you begin insulting Homelander to your best friend, there’s commotion in the coffee shop you’re sitting in.

“He doesn’t care about anyone besides himself,” you had said. “He’d hurt just about anyone if it meant he’d keep his power. Social, political, biological.”

And then the scraping of chairs and a gravelly shout. You turn to see a man, face flushed a bright red, jabbing his finger sharply in your direction. Lead pools in your stomach. You tell your friend you’ll call them back, and pull up the most important contact in your phone.

Locking it to save the page where it is, you watch the vexed man to see whether he’ll calm. Everyone’s looking at you. Your muscles tighten in your legs.

“You’ve got no idea what they do for us! Ungrateful bitch!”

Your mouth falls open in shock, but you blink out of it, “Excuse me?”

“I heard what you said!” He hisses, saliva spraying from his mouth. The red fabric of his shirt darkens under the moisture. Nobody makes a move to hold him back as he stumbles away from his table.

You take your cue to leave, putting the strap of your bag over your shoulder and rushing out the door.

You slip under the arms of strangers in the busy street, between shoulders and away from the angry shouting. Your heart pounds in your ears and your mouth is dry. If anyone is perturbed by your urgency to get past, they don’t say it.

Eventually, shouting fades away as the crowd thins, and you feel safe enough to give more attention to your phone. You unlock it and call him, heart pounding.

Billy Butcher picks up after three rings.

“‘Ello, love.” You can hear his smug smile from across the line. Usually you’d tease, but you just want to get home.

“Hey, Butch. Can— could you pick me up?” You say shakily.

“‘Course I can. Whereabouts are ya?” He asks, a little grunt slipping from the back of his throat as he probably stands up.

You tell him the name of the street and the direction you’re going in.

“You alright? You sound like you’ve just done a marathon,” he comments, the sound of his keys tinkling in the background.

“Good. Yeah,” you say, pushing the phone into your cheek as you try to calm yourself down.

“Y/N…” he says, suddenly serious. “What happened?”

You take a deep breath. Keep walking.

“Technically, nothing. One of Homelander’s fans overheard me shitting on him and got mad. Like, frothing at the mouth ‘psycho’ style mad. He followed me out the door but I think I’ve lost him,” you say, sneaking a look left to right and not seeing anyone.

Butcher sighs at the other end of the line. In frustration, or stress, you don’t know.

“Brainwashed bastards,” he curses. “Alright, stay on the line. I’m almost there.”

“Thank you, Butcher,” you say, taking another breath to try and calm down.

“Did he try anything?” He says.

“Didn’t stick around to find—oh, fuck.”

There’s a figure across the street, just turned the corner. Red shirt, same build. The face is hazy given the distance but that doesn’t stop an anvil falling through your chest.

“What?”

You squint. Are you seeing this right?

“He’s followed me. Shit!” You say in disbelief. “Fuck me, oh my God.”

“Fucking hell. Sit tight, love. We won’t let the cunt get ya,” Billy clears his throat, but it’s hard to find his words reassuring when across the road, a man twice your size is marching towards you.

A car engine grumbles loudly in the fabric of the air. Speeding down the street, you see Butcher’s car. It feels impossibly slow, watching the vehicle, but it screeches to a stop just in front of you.

The smell of burnt rubber fills your nostrils, and you yank the door open before flinging yourself in.

Butcher looks out his window as your shut the door behind you, “That him?”

You say breathlessly, “Yeah.”

His hand disappears into his coat, but you grab the fabric quickly.

“Don’t, save yourself the cleanup. Let’s just go, please?”

Butcher presses his foot harder into the accelerator than usual to bring you home. Your legs shake intermittently and despite looking the other way, you feel Butcher’s eyes flicker to you every so often.

“You alright?” He asks, a little tentatively. He doesn’t want to spook you. Your tentative nod makes him frown, your stare lost somewhere miles away from here. Butcher feels a scratching at his chest, and makes an effort to help you feel safe when you arrive back.

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gay-little-bitch · 2 years ago

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Personal Lies pt 1

Pt2 pt3 pt4 Pt5

Note: To any new readers, the first 4 chapters are pretty bad but I will re-write those at some point and I promise it gets better.

"Steve Harrington was one of the newest indie artists in 2023 who gained some popularity in the genre when he released his first album titled 'The King.' The album was a dedication to someone he had a crush on in high school. He was the school's resident freak who nobody wanted, while Steve was in the popular crowd and he was of course quite the sex symbol.

The first single he released was called 'Personal Lies' which he used to express how he felt when he first fell for this anonymous boy. The order he released the songs showcases how he felt over time and why he was crushing after 'the freak.' This leads to the question 'is this love still there?' Steve will neither confirm nor deny this but revealed he still wishes the boy remembered him.

Will he find this boy? Will crushes bloom?"

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Steve's Pov:

"Oh my god Robs." Steve scoffs "Are you seeing this shit?!" He turns his phone over to Robin to show her a TikTok page dedicated to finding his mystery boy. She can barely contain the giggle that slips past her lips. "Babes your face is like bright red, you look like a tomato. It's okay~ they're just trying to help." Steve gets up from his seat to aggressively bring his and his roommate's dishes to the sink.

"How did they find all of that out about me though?!" Steve reads the information on the TikTok. "For 20 years Steve lived in a small place in Indiana called Hawkins. Steve went to Hawkins Middle school and Hawkins high. He used to be best friends with a kid named Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins, who are dating. Steve's new friends consist of Nancy Wheeler (his ex-girlfriend), her brother Mike Wheeler, Will Byers (Mike's boyfriend), and his brother Jonathan Byers. Steve seems to be very close with Dustin Henderson, Max Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Erica Sinclair, Argyle (last name unknown), Jane Hopper, and his roommate/best friend Robin Buckley."

"Like who told them?!" Steve takes a deep breath and looks at Robin. He seems calm but decides to start rambling. "I just don't understand why I can't just live my lonely single life without people butting in??? Eddie probably doesn't even remember me and even if he did he's probably not even gay or he just hates me. Did you know I was a dick to him in school? I didn't mean to be a dick I just really wanted some. Specifically hi-"

Robin slaps a hand over her best friend's mouth. "Steve...? Stop." He lets out a sad sounding sigh. "If you don't want to find him, we don't have to but I think it would be the perfect idea to make you feel something again. After me and Nance started dating you seemed so sad. You need someone to love Stevie."

"Yeah whatever" Robin mutters something about calling Gareth (Eddie's bestfriend since high school) and without anymore words they continue their movie.

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2 days later

The smell of eggs and bacon fills the room of a sleeping Steve. His headache has no signs of going away but he regretfully gets out of bed. The first thing he sees when he opens the door is Robin, who has 2 glasses of her hangover cure. "Here Steve!" He hesitates before taking it. Robin usually doesn't let him use her cure and tells him to 'make it himself.' "Is it drugged?" Steve smells the gross looking slurry. It doesn't smell half bad.

"No dumbass it's not drugged. Didn't you see the news?" Steve gives her a questioning look, waiting for her to respond. "You are on the billboard hot 100!"

Steve slams his glass down on the counter hoping it doesn't break. "Holy shit Robs are you fucking serious?!" "Dead."

Steve starts freaking out. "What if Eddie sees and knows it's about him?!" Robin giggles. "He doesn't really listen to your type of music I don't think. I don't think he knows. He's not even on social media as far as I know. You'll be okay Stevie. Why don't you want him to know that it's about him?"

He downs his drink and goes to put it in the sink. "What if he still thinks i'm an asshole and wants nothing to do with me? I don't wanna risk it ya' know?" Robin rolls her eyes at Steve's stupidity and grabs her phone.

Robin's Pov:

Last night Robin decided to text Gareth and see if he's still in contact with Eddie and if he'd heard Steve's new album. Good news, he was still best friends with Eddie. Bad news, Gareth hates Steve and refuses to listen. Robin refuses to give up and she invites him for an early lunch at the coffee shop a few blocks away, and with some negotiation he agrees.

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Gareth walks into the shop wearing a ripped mesh shirt, an iron maden shirt, and dark blue baggy jeans. His hair is longer and the ends are colored red. He looks so much different from high school.

"Gareth!!" Robin swings out her arms for a hug. He cautiously accepts and they sit down at the table next to the window. "So why did you invite me here? I know it wasn't just to have a coffee." Robin feels her smile grow. "Did you know Steve has a crush on Eddie?" Gareth freezes and has a confused but amused look on his face.

"Eddie has a crush on Steve... He literally wrote his newest album about his crush in high school." Robin slaps the table and gets looks from the other customers. "Steve did the same thing!! We need to set them up!" Gareth looks intrigued so she keeps going.

"Steve's fans have been trying to figure out who the mystery boy is and I bet your guys' fans are probably doing the same thing. So what if we let them keep guessing for a little while longer and then we hook them up!" His face lights up and he grabs his phone. "I have to go but I just send you my Instagram and the band's Instagram. Let's hope this plan works."

They say their goodbyes and right when Robin gets in her car she checks his Instagram.

Corroded Coffin: 4.5 Million Followers

Eddie Munson: 3.7 Million Followers

"Holy Shit."

Notes: Hope you liked the first part! I'm really happy with the outcome of my post inspiring this<;33333 I used @little-gae-shit idea for the album name "The King" and I used @maya-custodios-dionach idea for the Gareth and Robin thing. Idk how many parts this will be but I'm excited to continue to write. I suck at writing to lets hope this is okay :/

read on ao3

Tags:

@down-sizing-redux , @gay-stranger-things , @satan-is-obsessed , @this-is-moony-lovegood , @impeachy , @maraudersfavoritewhore , @robinbuckleymybeloved

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missprincesse345 · 10 months ago

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Chocolate never was more tasty than this 😈😈

Summary: The 3 times y/n’s badass moments made her husband Roman Reigns feel like the luckiest man on the planet. This fic is a Aew au

Pairing: Roman Reigns x cargil reader

Random pairings: Jon moxley x jade cargil ( her sister), willow nightingale x Ricky starks, ruby soho x Anglo Parker.

Her faction: the vagabonds ( y/n,jade,willow,Brandi, and Keira hogan)

Championship title: current Aew women world champion

Face claim : saweetie

1. “ Roman!!” Y/n yelled running into his arms hugging him tightly as he caught her , earlier in the night while she was at home making dinner Jey called stating Stephanie got him arrested during the smack down taping under false accusations making her blood boil with anger. Ever since Roman turned heel becoming the tribal chief and creating the bloodline certain people have been trying take him down or destroy his accolades in & out the ring “ hey babygirl I’m okay I’m okay” he said softly soothing her worry’s knowing how worried she’d get about his safety sometimes.

As they get in the car once she got the paperwork as well bail taken care of he filled her in on the situation Stephanie wanted him,the twins and solo to pay for their actions against Sami zayn & Kevin Owens during royal rumble which upon further investigation that the two were forced to by the women or they’d be sent back to nxt. “ I’m fucking done!!!” He said seething with anger as y/n nodded letting him vent all of his anger out knowing he needed it “ okay love then quit always come to Aew with me I mean Jon’s way happier over there” she said looking over at him.

“ I’m with you baby let’s do it” he said interlocking his bigger hand with her smaller one heading home Stephanie say your prayers she thought smirking to herself.

A week later

Walking into the stadium hand & hand the tribal chief was ready to make a statement with his Nubian queen by his side “ go get yourself all dolled up sweetness gonna go over the plan with the boys” he said looking down at y/n squeezing her hip “ mm okay my chief” she purrs kissing Roman deeply before walking away.

“ what the hell !!! It’s the bloodline ohhh and they don’t look happy, well what do you expect Stephanie’s actions towards Roman Reigns * sami & Kevin join them * ohhh looks like they got back up!!!” Michael Cole and pat mcafee said watching them launch a sneak attack on the couple at one point Roman points to the ramp giving y/n the signal. Watching everyone go crazy while walking down the ramp to the ring she only had one goal make this woman pay “ oohhh and her comes the tribal goddess herself” Cole said with a hint of excitement the whole roster was ready to see the couples demise and we’re enjoying every minute.

Standing face to face with the evil woman who hurt her tribal chief y/n waisted no time pouncing on her attacking Stephanie with every thing she had the older woman was no match for her cheetah like moves “ hold them up!!! Both of them!!!” She screamed as the boys got them in position “ no are they?! Double spear !!! double spear !!! My god Hunter and Stephanie just got snapped in half!” Cole said as the crowd chanted you deserve it

“ nobody!!! Can take down the bloodline we run this shit!!! We’re done with this company I’m done with this bullshit everywhere I go or my tribe goes you acknowledge us !!! Cause we the ones!!!” Roman said growling loudly in the mic as everyone held their fingers up. He was done with wwe and to do it with his goddess it felt great standing tall.

2. Roman & y/n where hanging out with his 6yr daughter Joelle at their new home in L.A California located in Beverly Hills. The couple was happy to have some time off after battle of the belts ppv not minding the little girls presence since she’d taken a liking to y/n instantly after Roman divorced his nightmare of a ex fiancé , hearing the door bell Roman got up from the couch smiling softly watching his two favorite girls laughing and smiling “ oh great what are you doing here?” He groaned coming face to face with his ex.

“ you weren’t answering my calls Joelle left her snacks & blanket at my place last week” his ex replied slightly upset he didn’t really talk to her since the divorce only if something involved jojo his ex was a gold digging bitch breaking his trust once to many. “ well jojo has all the snacks and blankets she needs but extra wouldn’t hurt * grabs her blanket & Cheeto puffs* oh while you’re here Joelle will be living with us or parents from now on” he said making the woman gasp in sock

“What?!!! Why Joe I” the woman only could get out as Roman turned around snarling at the woman immediately shutting her up “ you will never get to call me that again got it? Secondly you missed the court date , hearings as well meetings with the lawyers multiple times and your mother vouched for me stating that Joelle deserved to be with me besides y/n has been way more of a mother to her than you” he said smirking as y/n appears next him with jojo in her arms.

“ everything okay here? Oh hi” y/n said smiling as Roman explained the situation she never liked his ex and it was time to put the woman in her place “ jojo bug can you cover your ears for me ? * the little girl nods doing as told* good girl” she smiles at the girls cuteness. “ I’ll only say this once and once only you lost bitch you don’t deserve shit from him or anyone with your leg spreading flat chested twink dollar tree having ass unless you’re making a billion dollars a year,own fifteen businesses, model the hottest brands or look half as good like me” steps a little closer “ then get the fuck away from my family understand? Good” she said smiling at the fear struck woman as Roman watched proudly if you thought Roman’s death glare was scary hers was 10x more terrifying.

Walking back inside the couple shared a sweet kiss “ me too!! I want one!!!” Joelle squeaked making them laugh attack the girl with kisses “ you’re so good to me sweetheart thank you for coming into my life and hers” he said kisses her forehead making the woman melt “ I’d like to say it’s the other way around but you’re welcome cause I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else” she said touched by his words “ daddy!! Momma!! Can we make noodles and fried dumplings ? Oh please!” Joelle said smiling up at the two shocking them mostly y/n not wanting to push it letting Joelle get comfortable with the idea of being her new mom but the young child always saw y/n as her mother the first time they met .

“ uh - yeah of course darling but we gotta make sure you’re daddy doesn’t eat all the cookies we’re gonna make too” she said smirking at Roman as jojo hugged her tightly while on the inside she was buzzing with happiness as Roman did holding them close.

3. The wrestling it couple were tag teaming with her sister,Jon,Brandi and Cody against daddy magic,Anna,tay conti and Sammy after some off hand comments were made about the couple’s relationship.

“ ohhhh !!! God !!! Tay conti just got rocked!!” Taz comments as y/n super kicked her in the face before yanking into a deadly samoan drop doing a kip up as the crowd cheered “ let’s go!!!!” She screamed firing up the crowd turning around smirking pointing to Sammy mockingly blowing a kiss “ we run this bitch!!! Hoe!!!” She cackled licking her chops setting up for a Superman punch in honor of her husband which she perfectly executed before tagging her sister in.

“Come on baby!!! Roman cmon!!!” She shouted holding her hand out as her tribal chief tagged her in hopping over the ropes knocking down everyone on the opposite team before coming face to face with daddy magic yelling in her smiling like a psychopath slapping him not phased by the threats. She put him her finisher the cradle ( inverted ddt) “ and your winners the vagabonds and Roman Reigns,Jon moxley and Cody Rhodes!!!” They announced the crowd cheering as they all stood tall in victory.

Walking backstage they all were heading back to the locker room they heard Tay screaming about them cheating and so on down the hall “ kiss my ass bitch!!! Oh that’s right you don’t have one!!!” She smirked laughing twerking a little cause Roman to chuckle at her antics.

“ you are bad” he growled playfully against her ear before squeezing her plump bottom “ mmm but you like it though my tribal chief” she said looking up at him before getting brought into a steamy lip lock.

She was the whole package and all his nobody compares to his chocolate dipped goddess.

Enjoy!!!❤️❤️✨

Her outfits 1,2,3 created by me:

#aew fanfiction #aew x reader #aew drabble #wwe x reader #black y/n #black reader

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thetisming · 1 year ago

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more of the script

Lucy: Welcome, everyone, to the first performance of Romeo & Juliet by William Shakespeare! Richard: He is the greatest playwright of all time, and he’s here, so please, give him some love!

[ENSEMBLE]

All you people, can’t you see can’t you see

[SHAKESPEARE LAUGHS]

[ENSEMBLE]

How your love’s affecting our reality

Every time we’re down, you can make it right

And that makes you larger than-

[SHAKESPEARE]

I may run and hide when you’re screaming my name, alright!

[ENSEMBLE]

William Shakespeare!

[SHAKESPEARE]

But let me tell you now, there are prices to fame, alright! So good to be here, welcome everyone!

[SHAKESPEARE & ENSEMBLE]

All of our time spent in flashes of light!

[SHAKESPEARE]

All you people, can’t you see, can’t you see

How your love’s affecting our reality?

[SHAKESPEARE & ENSEMBLE]

Every time we’re down, you can make it right

And that makes you larger than life!

[SHAKESPEARE]

Lookin’ at the crowd and I see your body sway

[LUCY]

Oh my god, I’m obsessed with you, Shakespeare!

[ENSEMBLE]

Wishing I could thank you in a different way, come on!

[SHAKESPEARE]

No, no, no, thank the people, they are why we’re here!

[ENSEMBLE]

All of your time spent keeps us alive!

[SHAKESPEARE & ENSEMBLE]

All you people, can’t you see, can’t you see

How your love’s affecting our reality?

Every time we’re down, you can make it right

And that makes you larger than life! Every time we’re down

Yeah, you can make it right Yeah, that’s what makes you larger than life! That makes you larger

That makes you larger

Larger than life!

Shakespeare: Oh, look, it’s my beautiful wife!

Anne: Hi everyone, I’m Anne!

Lucy: I didn’t know he had a wife!

Shakespeare: Anne spends most of her time in Stratford, raising our kids.

Anne: Yes, but not tonight, because tonight’s my night out! I am ready to watch this play, have a very large glass of wine, and hopefully not fall asleep before the intermission!

Shakespeare: Well, I can assure you that nobody will be falling asleep, based on the ending I’ve just written!

Anne: Oh, you’ve written an ending! Well, that’s good timing since, you know, everyone’s here.

Shakespeare: And they are in for quite a show! So, you all know the first bit, Romeo and Juliet fall in love, but their parents hate each other, so they marry in secret and several people end up dead!

Judith: Oh, this isn’t a spoiler, it’s all in the prologue!

Shakespeare: And this is where things get interesting. To be with Romeo, Juliet obtains a sleeping potion, which will grant her the appearance of being dead! Friar Lawrence sends a messenger to tell Romeo that Juliet isn’t really dead-

Anne: Okay, seems like a pretty important message to leave to a messenger-

[Shakespeare stares at her]

Anne: But you should go on! Shakespeare: Yes, well, the messenger fails to reach Romeo, so he thinks Juliet really is dead, he takes his dagger and KILLS HIMSELF! Woah, plot twist! So, Juliet wakes up, sees Romeo dead, and you’re gonna love this bit, plunges his dagger into her heart, kills herself too, and THAT’S the ending!

[There’s complete silence from the ensemble and Anne]

Shakespeare: So, I like it!

Richard: Yeah, yeah, I like it too! What I think I like about it is that I’m having a very strongly negative reaction to it, like I HATE it, which makes me think it’s probably brilliant!

Anne: Yes, if I could just give one tiny suggestion, and this is probably terrible, but you know, no such thing as a bad idea, what if Juliet didn’t kill herself? Really, that should almost be the start of the play! Lucy (?): Yes, I like that!

Richard: Female empowerment? Sick!

Shakespeare: We are not writing by committee! I write each and every one of my plays completely by myself!

[There are some annoyed murmurs from the ensemble]

Shakespeare: It’s too late! The ending hath been writ!

Anne: I understand, but dear, the ending’s shit. What if you just… change it?

Shakespeare: You expect me to just… change my whole play?

Anne: Well, it depends, William! Are you a strong enough man to write a stronger woman? [There are some ‘oohs’ from the ensemble]

Shakespeare: Anne-

[ANNE]

You are my fire

The one desire

Believe when I say-

[SHAKESPEARE]

I want it that way

[ANNE]

But we are two worlds apart

Can’t reach to your heart

When you say

[SHAKESPEARE]

I want it that way

[ENSEMBLE]

Tell me why

[ANNE]

Ain’t nothing but a heartache

[ENSEMBLE]

Tell me why

[ANNE]

Ain’t nothing but a mistake

[ENSEMBLE]

Tell me why

[ANNE]

I never wanna hear you say th-

[SHAKESPEARE]

Abububut! I want it that way.

[ANNE GRABS THE QUILL AND STARTS RUNNING AWAY]

Am I your fire? The one desire?

Yes I know

[SHAKESPEARE]

It’s too late

[ANNE]

But I want it that way

[SHAKESPEARE]

Tell me why!

[ANNE & ENSEMBLE]

Ain’t nothing but a heartache

[SHAKESPEARE]

Tell me why

[ANNE & ENSEMBLE]

Ain’t nothing but a mistake!

[SHAKESPEARE TAKES THE QUILL]

Aha! I want it that way.

[ANNE TAKES THE QUILL]

But I want it that way.

Anne: Please, William, I’ve never asked before and I’ll never ask again, but if we work together this could be something very special!

Shakespeare: Alright, Anne, what would happen in your play?

Anne: Well, Romeo can still die, that’s fine. What I really want to see is Romeo wake up and decide to just… move on!

Shakespeare: It appears I don’t have a choice!

Anne: But Juliet does, and thus, she finds her voice!

[JULIET IS SITTING ALONE WHERE ROMEO DIED. SHE PUTS HER HEADPHONES ON AND SIGHS]

Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know

That something wasn’t right here

Oh baby, baby, I shouldn’t have let you go

And now you’re out of sight, yeah

Show me how you want it to be Tell me baby, cause I need to know now, oh because

My loneliness is killing me

And I, I must confess, I still believe

When I’m not with you I lose my mind

Give me a sign

Hit me baby one more time!

Oh baby, baby, the reason I breathe is you

[ROMEO SITS ON THE BENCH. HE AND JULIET LOOK AT EACH OTHER]

[JULIET]

Boy, you got me blinded

[ROMEO TAKES OFF HIS JACKET AND LEAVES]

[JULIET]

Oh, pretty baby, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do

It’s not the way I planned it

Show me how you want it to be

Tell me baby cause I need to know now, oh because

My loneliness is killing me

And I, I must confess, I still believe

When I’m not with you I lose my mind

Give me a sign

Hit me baby one more time

[JULIET TAKES ROMEO’S DAGGER AND HOLDS IT IN FRONT OF HER]

Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know

[SUSANNA TAKES THE JACKET FROM HER]

[JULIET]

Oh pretty baby, I shouldn’t have let you go

And I must confess that my loneliness

Is killing me now

Don’t you know I still believe

That you will be here

And give me a sign

Hit me baby one more time! Hit me baby one more time

[JULIET GOES TO ROMEO’S FUNERAL]

Anne: Look at this! Look at us! We write something down, and then it happens!

Shakespeare: Yes, yes, and now we must continue the plot, which might not go exactly as you thought!

Anne: Ooh!

Shakespeare: Yes, in fair Verona the following day, our Juliet will soon discover that her dear Romeo had other lovers!

[ENSEMBLE]

Show me the meaning of being lonely!

Judith, as Rosaline: Oh, my Romeo, dead! Can heaven be so envious?

Juliet: Oh, hey! Did you know Romeo, too?

Judith/Rosaline: Yeah, I’m Rosaline, we used to date.

Juliet: You used to date? So you-

Judith/Rosaline: Almost married, but my parents said no!

Juliet: I… don’t know what to say.

Judith/Rosaline: Oh god, I know!

[JUDITH]

So many words for the broken heart

[JULIET]

So many words…

[ELEANOR]

It’s hard to see in a crimson love

[JULIET]

Oh, another one!

[JUDITH AND ELEANOR]

So hard to breathe, walk with me and maybe

[LUCY]

Guilty roads to an endless love!

[ANNE]

Seriously, Romeo? There’s no control!

[SHAKESPEARE]

Are you with me now? Your every wish will be done.

[ENSEMBLE & JULIET]

Show me the meaning of being lonely (show me the meaning)

Is this the feeling I need to walk with? (is this the feeling)

Tell me why I can’t be there where you are

There’s something missing in my heart

Nell, as Lady Capulet: Juliet, your father and I are sending you to a nunnery!

Sly, as Lord Capulet: You are a wayward girl who has defied our wishes and brought bloodshed to our streets!

Nell/Lady Capulet: You will make amends to God above!

Juliet: But all I did was fall in love!

[LORD & LADY CAPULET

There’s nowhere to run, you have no place to go

Surrender your heart, body and soul

[JULIET]

How can it be you’re asking me to feel the things you never show?

[LORD CAPULET]

Talk no more, you’ll follow our decree!

[JULIET]

Mum, wait-

[LADY CAPULET]

Talk not to me, for I am done with thee!

[ENSEMBLE]Show me the meaning of being lonely!

[JULIET]

Show me the meaning!

[ENSEMBLE]

Is this the feeling I need to walk with?

[JULIET]

Is this the feeling?

[ENSEMBLE & JULIET]

Tell me why I can’t be there where you are!

There’s something missing in my

There’s something missing in my heart!

[JULIET GOES TO HER ROOM]

[ANGELIQUE RUNS IN]

Angelique: Oh my Lord I’m so out of breath, so many stairs!

Juliet: Nurse-

Angelique: I can’t even speak, I'm so out of breath!

Juliet: Nurse! Angelique: I can’t even speak, I can’t even say one word!

Juliet: Nurse, please! Angelique: What’s the matter my lamb?

Juliet: What’s the matter? My cousin’s dead, my husband's dead, and my parents are sending me to a nunnery tomorrow, so I might as well be dead!

Angelique: Oh no, don’t say that, sweet lady! Thou was the prettiest babe that ever I nursed. Just think of it this way: do we have love? No. Do we have freedom? No. But do we have hope? No!

Juliet: Thank you, that was very inspirational.

Angelique: Oh, nothing’s as bad as it seems. It’s like they always say, being a nun is a lot of fun!

Juliet: No one ever says that. And I wouldn’t even be in this situation if it wasn’t for Romeo! What do you call someone who’s like a whore, but a man?

Angelique: My child, there is no word for that.

May: Juliet!

Angelique: Saint Francis, who could that be?

Juliet: I know who this is!

Shakespeare: Uh, do I know who this is?

Anne: Juliet needs a best friend, someone her own age who understands her! Romeo had Benvolio in your play, and in mine, Juliet will have…

Juliet: May!

May: Hey!

Shakespeare: If I may, isn’t May more of a girl’s name?

Anne: Really? This coming from the man who’s built a career on men dressing as women, often playing women dressing as men?

Shakespeare: Okay-

Anne: The man whose name is basically synonymous with gender-bending!

Shakespeare: Okay-

Anne: Do you really think it’s up to you to question May’s gender or sexuality, or do you think that maybe May is whoever May is, and it’s really none of your business?

Shakespeare: …please continue!

Juliet: What’s up, May, it’s been a minute!

May: Yeah! Sorry I couldn’t find you at the thing, there were so many people there!

Juliet: I know right? They were all Romeo’s exes.

May: No!

Juliet: Right? But I’ve been thinking, Romeo lived his life, maybe it’s time I start living mine! May: Okay, can I just say I am loving this journey for you?

Angelique: Okay, Juliet, it’s time for your friend to go.

Anne/April: JULIET!

Juliet: Oh my god, it’s you! You’re-?

Anne/April: April, your other best friend!

Shakespeare: WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, LIGHTS UP! You can’t be in it! Who do you think you are?

Anne: I’m April! I’m helping my best friend, Juliet! April, May and Julyet, ISN’T THAT CUTE?

Shakespeare: Well, I actually have a background in acting!

Anne: Okay, I was in the middle of a scene-

Shakespeare: I’m just saying, if a part were to come up for me at some point-

Anne: Okay, lights out!

April, Juliet & May: Yayyy!

Juliet: April, we need to get out of here!

April: Yes! What do you say, May?

May: Oh, I’m coming too! I will leave Verona, and go on holiday, and live my best life because that is what friends do!

Angelique: Okay, I feel like this is a very bad idea.

Juliet: I feel like this is a very good idea!

April: And I feel… I feel…

[APRIL THROWS GLITTER IN THE AIR]

I’m feeling sexy and free

Like glitters raining on me

I’m like a shot of pure gold

[ANGELIQUE]

I think I’m ‘bout to explode.

[JULIET]

Come on!

[MAY]

Please?

[ANGELIQUE]

WHAT?

[APRIL]

I can taste the tension like a cloud of smoke in the air

[JULIET]

Now I’m breathing like I’m running, cause you’re taking me there

[JULIET GOES INTO HER CLOSET]

[APRIL]

Don’t you know you spin me out of control

[JULIET LEAVES THE CLOSET IN NEW CLOTHES]

[APRIL & MAY]

Ooh, ooh ooh ooh!

[JULIET]

We can do this all night, damn this love is skin tight

[ANGELIQUE]

Baby, c’mon

[APRIL & MAY]

Ooh, ooh ooh ooh!

[MAY]

Boom me like a bass drum, sparking up a rhythm!

[APRIL]

Baby, c’mon!

[APRIL & MAY]

Ooh, ooh ooh ooh!

[APRIL, MAY & JULIET]

Rock my world into the sunlight

Make this dream the best I’ve ever known

Dirty dancing in the moonlight

Take me down like I’m a domino

Every second is a highlight

When we touch, don’t ever let me go

Dirty dancing in the moonlight

Take me down like I’m a domino

[LADY CAPULET]

JULIET!

[ANGELIQUE]

Oh gods lady, it’s your mother, what’s she going to think?

[JULIET]

I don’t care what she thinks!

[APRIL]

Yes!

[JULIET]

I don’t care what anyone thinks!

[MAY]

Yes!

[JULIET]

I’m getting out of here!

[APRIL & MAY]

Yesss!

[ANGELIQUE]

Yesss, oh my Lord! I need a drink.

[JULIET]

Oh baby, baby, got me feeling so right

[MAY]

Ooh baby, baby, dancing in the moonlight!

[APRIL]

Ooh baby, baby, got me feeling so right!

[ANGELIQUE]

Ooh, baby baby baby!

[EVERYONE]

Ooh, ooh ooh ooh! Rock my world into the sunlight

Make this dream the best I’ve ever known

Dirty dancing in the moonlight

Take me down like I’m a domino

Every second is a highlight

When we touch don’t ever let me go

Dirty dancing in the moonlight

[JULIET]

Take me down

[APRIL]

Take me down

[JULIET]

Take me down

[ALL]

Like I’m a domino!

Juliet: This is already the best night ever and all we’ve done is leave my bedroom!

Angelique: Juliet, we need to get out of here, if your parents see you, you’ll be forced to join a nunnery! April: Well, we will have nun of that!

Angelique: What.

May: Ew??

April: Sorry, my husband makes puns. It’s a force of habit!

[there’s complete silence]

April: Because nuns wear habits. Please help me.

May: Okayyy, where should we go?

Angelique: Anywhere but Verona. It’s nothing but doom and gloom since the deaths of Tybalt and Mercutio, and of course your parents’ first choice, the nobleman Paris.

Juliet: Please, nurse, the last thing I want to do right now is think about PARIS! Wait, I just had an idea. What if we all went to-

May: ROME!

Juliet: Paris!

May: Paris! I was going to say Paris, you were like a step ahead of me but yes, the city of love!

Angelique: Paris is 600 miles away, that’s way too far.

April: No, no, I like Paris! But there’s no way to get there. Oh wait, there is! Get ready, my lady, your carriage awaits! And your… carriage driver!

Shakespeare: I am going to crush this part!

May: We’ll start again in Paris, where everything is love!

Shakespeare: I hope you’re enjoying this mini-haven! This semi-paradise! This-

April: Okay, just take us to Paris.

[JULIET]

Always been told that I got too much pride

Too independent to have you by my side

[APRIL]

Then my heart said, “all of you will see”

Just won’t live for someone until he lives for me

[MAY]

Never thought I would find love so sweet

Never thought I would meet someone like you

[MAY & JULIET]

Well now I’ve found you and I’ll tell you no lies

[JULIET]

This love I got for you

Could take me ‘round the world

Now show me love!

[ALL]

Show me love! Show me life

Baby show me what it’s all about

You’re the one that I ever needed

Show me love and what it’s all about, alright! Show me love, show me life

And what it’s all about, alright!

Show me love, show me life

And what it’s all about, alright!

Juliet: This place is amazing! I feel like a new person already!

April: And look, Juliet, it’s a sign!

Juliet: Renaissance ball… Caesar! Great, now we just have to find Caesar!

Angelique: Ce soir means tonight.

Juliet: I didn’t know you spoke french!

Angelique: Nevermind that.

May: I say we go to this ball!

Anne: It is my night out!

Juliet: And this is where it all begins!

[JULIET + OTHERS]

So, baby, let me in

And show me love!

Baby show me what it’s all about

You’re the one that I ever needed

Show me love and what it’s all about, alright!

Oh, show me life

Show me love

And what it’s all about

You’re the one that I ever needed

Show me love and what it’s all about, alright!

[THERE’S 8-BIT MUSIC TO THE TUNE OF SHOW ME LOVE]

[FRANCOIS]

Show me love and what it’s all about

Lance: Francois! This is quite the soiree, don’t you think?

Francois: Yeah, it’s an alright soiree! Nothing to be soiree about! Just call it a party, dad!

Lance: You might be having more fun if you weren’t too scared to talk to any young ladies!

Francois: I’m not scared, I’m just shy.

Lance: Oh, you’re just shy! Well, what if I had been shy when I was serving with the gendarme? Or when I conquered the Spanish with the army? Or on my wedding night when I conquered the bedroom with your mother? May she rest in peace.

Francois: Yeah, I’d love for you to never say that again!

Lance: Come now, son! I threw this ball just for you! There must be one nice girl you can ask to dance? Or perhaps you don’t want to get married. Perhaps you’d rather join the army like your brothers.

Francois: No, I want to get married! There just isn’t anyone you haven’t already tried to set me up with! And they’re all the same! Lance: Well, you are running out of options. And I am running out of patience!

[EXIT FRANCOIS AND LANCE]

[ENTER JULIET, MAY, APRIL AND ANGELIQUE]

Juliet: Hi, there’s four of us, we’re here for the renaissance ball!

Sly: Ah, desolie. But I cannot let you in.

April: Oh, I know what this is! Okay, I don’t have any ID on me, but I am over 18! Tell him.

Juliet: She’s over 18!

May: I’m over 18!

Angelique: I’m old enough to be your nurse.

Juliet: And on my birthday, I’m gonna be 14!

Anne THAT’S NOT OKAY! LIGHTS UP, WILLIAM!

Shakespeare: Juliet is based on a real historical figure!

Anne: I am not going clubbing with a 13 year old! Let’s just say we’re all in our 20s.

Shakespeare: You’re all in your… 20s?

Anne: …Lights out!

Sly: It is not your age that is the problem. You are not on the guest list!

Juliet: Well, can you put us on the guest list? We’re really good friends with Caesar.

Angelique: No, no, Juliet, remember, it’s ce soir.

Juliet: Right! We’re really good friends with Sway Swar!

Sly: I’m sorry, ladies, but we are full.

[Nell lets Richard and Lucy into the party]

May: Well, I guess the ball’s out, then.

April: Hey. We’re about to go ball’s out, friend. I came all the way to Paris, and I’m not leaving until I… [she laughs] dance.

[APRIL]

Back door cracked, we don’t need a key

We get in for free, no VIP sleaze

Drink that kool-aid, follow my lead

[MAY]

Now you’re one of us, you’re coming with me

[APRIL]

It’s time to kill the lights and shut the DJ down

[JULIET]

Tonight we’re taking over, no one’s getting out!

[ENSEMBLE]

This place about to blow (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Blow (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

This place about to-

Blow (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

This place about to-

[ANGELIQUE]

Now what?

[ENSEMBLE]

What?

[APRIL]

We’re taking control

[JULIET]

We get what we want

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20-25 for the edgy oc asks— for phoebe and franklin cs OH my god?? love

[ ask meme ]

OOUHGHHH this is gonna be fun to answer as an otp thing for them!

i haven't written anything really for franklin himself, but my partner roleplays him and i love xyr portrayal of him so will be pulling from that (which, fun fact, is kinda where the idea of them as an oc/canon ship started from... but i love it sm i decided to separate it from just rp and make it a standalone thing teehee)

but anyway! below the cut bc i rambled about them... oops ^-^;

20. Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

phoebe does, and i think for her a lot of it stems from the fact attachment to others in general is a sensitive topic. she lost her parents, her brother jumped ship (and she has gotten over that, they're on good terms and she understands why he left los santos with his wife), and she really just. has nobody. so she does get worried when the few people she does genuinely attach herself to seemingly show signs of pulling back. it manifests as her withdrawing and becoming defensive of herself (expecting that withdraw and thus pushing the other party away).

franklin also seems like he does, and it's understandable in his case too. he's lost a lot of folk in his life, and those who are around are so stuck in a specific mindset that he feels ostracized for questioning it/trying to do something different with himself. ironically, they kind of deal with it in the same way. he gets upset and defensive, and he'll withdraw from the situation/the person(s) involved.

when it comes to their relationship, it does create tension and strain. understandably so. but a little time apart to cool off is often enough for them to wander back and talk things through.

21. Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?

phoebe has no physical illnesses, but she definitely has underlying mental health concerns due to discovering her parents after a break-in gone wrong. she tends to handle it by putting herself into adverse situations as one, they give her a chance to prove others (and namely, herself) wrong about a perceived lack of ability and two, they serve as a distraction. can't think about how shit you feel when you're being shot at!

as for franklin, i imagine they're pretty similar in that regard. he's seen a lot of things go on (and often, go wrong), that it's gotta weigh on him. it does weigh on him. we see that a lot in his dialogs with the other characters (and to himself). i don't remember if it's explicit or implied canon, but he has depression of some sort. as for handling it/coping with it, he does try to distance himself from things at times. but his conscience always gets the better of him, especially where people he cares about are involved (re: his shenanigans with lamar), and he gets roped back into things.

22. What character alignment would you consider your OC to be?

honestly they both have chaotic good energy.

phoebe i know for a fact is! she's not afraid to call bullshit as she sees it, and will often go against the societal norm to make things right (laws and regulations be damned)

franklin on the other hand, does fit that vibe but he's also less? energetic about it. i mean, he is depressed, so i don't blame him for that. but at the end of the day, he just wants things to be right. he could arguably also fit into true neutral territory, but i don't feel like he's really the "it is what it is" type.

23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

easy answer for both of them: vulnerability. a lot of it is kinda repeat from the jealousy question, but genuinely?

it is so hard for them both to process anything that puts them at a perceived disadvantage socially. they've been through it. they've lost a lot. they don't want to appear 'weak' because it only further ostracizes them from the crowds they find themselves in.

24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

i feel like, in an alternate life, phoebe either would have become some sort of influence or done work with animals. her sense of style is so bold and specific, and she does love engaging with new trends and keeping atop of that. of course, that's also expensive, and it likely would have become a side thing to working with animals. she never had pets until patches (her neighbors' boxer that she adopted out from them), but after taking care of him? yeah. she could see herself doing that on a larger scale/long-term. it's actually a back-burner kind of headcanon i have for her that, between heists, she does volunteer at the los santos county animal shelter. her life would have been very different; a lot more stable, frankly.

with franklin, we do get to see a look into an alternate life through the online lore re: him becoming the owner of a celebrity solutions agency (though his work is… very similar to the work he did with michael and trevor; just he's not on the ground as much and it's a lot more planned out/clean). that said, if he truly were to have an alternative life path, i feel like it would have been something with automotive work. as sleazy as simeon's business is, franklin seemed like he genuinely enjoyed working with the cars and prepping them for purchase/showcase! if he never got involved with michael and the boys(tm), his life would have been so much different.

25. What is your favorite thing about your OC?

oh man…

my favorite thing about phoebe, besides her sense of style, is just how down-to-earth she is at the end of the day. like. she really is just some person when the job is said and done. most of the stuff i've written for her privately/through rp aren't even like… heist related. it's just her being within the boundaries of los santos and existing. she's met ramón (other oc) and chatted with him. she's done gun-for-hire work for laverne (oc), and subsequently sat and had lunch with her by the pier. her, candy, and faye (ocs) are best fucking friends. they always have girls nights out together at the vanilla unicorn and to the pier and up to blaine county to fuck around in the desert.

and my favorite thing about franklin is just how much he actually cares about people. he tries to hide it, but we can see time and time again that he genuinely wants what's best/safest for everyone. like. his relationship with lamar?? and the way he interacts with imani (gta online npc; daughter of one of his longer-term friends, pearlie)??? obsessed. he's so fucking… good. he's a good man. and he deserves the world.

then, as a bonus, my favorite thing about them/their relationship is how much they balance each other out. how they've become a safe space for one another, where (even if their psyches get the best of them) they can be vulnerable and wholly trusting about themselves, their thoughts, and their emotions. they fuck around and get into trouble, sure, and they have a lot of fun doing it...

but at the end of the day, their favorite thing to do is just exist together. turn on whatever shitty movie re-run is playing on the television, cuddle up on the couch, and just. exist. and i just think that's neat.

#txt #asks #my ocs #otp: lock & load #hev 💕#long post #WAHHHH i am having. thoughts. JFKLAJDLFJ

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