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Imagine Giving Zoro A Massage After Training

Zoro Ronona X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Suggestive themes, mentions of blood, insults, stubborn Zoro, arguing, Zoro and reader have short tempers

Word Count: 1.3k

(A/N:) Happy New Year everyone!! Man how the time flies when you’re having fun. Or at least trying to anyway! Anywho we made it another year and I look forward to spending more time writing and bringing more stories for my readers to read! I’m still in a One Piece mood as I try very hard to catch up (I still have a LOOOOONG ways to go) but I can’t help myself I can’t wait to share my ideas I’ve already gotten for these OP babes. So yes I most likely am jumping the gun but a fangirls gotta do what a fangirls gotta do. So please enjoy these tidbits as I explore this world and all the wonderful characters in it! But please everyone have a safe year and if all else fails just enjoy every moment that you can. Struggle through the hard ones, grow from them. Laugh through the good ones, grow from them as well. Life is all about growing and becoming the people we’re supposed to be. I love you all and I hope for this to be your best year ever! <3 Man that got deep didn’t it? Anyway I’m rambling now but until next time happy reading! ~Countess

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being bold and deciding to make the first move by kissing his rings before you push his hand up your skirt 🤭

Distracted

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

You're a friend of Robin's whose been in his world peripherally for a while. Like you've gone to the same parties and you've hung out at Family Video and seen him when he brought the teens in to see Steve after Hellfire sessions. You've only hung out in groups and your conversations, though extremely flirty, have been pretty surface level.

But you've got a thing for the quirky metalhead. Not only is he a fucking babe, but he also seems genuinely sweet and is very funny. When you bring this up to Robin, however, you aren't prepared for how she lights up, telling you that Eddie's been asking about you, too. Ever the matchmaker, Robin pushes you into a plot that makes it so that you and Eddie end up alone at his place on a Saturday night (initial group plans are bailed on last minute by all the teens who were threatened within an inch of their life not to actually show up).

Eddie seems unfazed by this turn of events and takes it in stride, cracking open a six pack for the two of you to share and throwing on a horror movie.

"If you want to bail, too, that's cool," he lets you know, even as you plop down beside him on the couch, beer in hand. He's got a self-deprecating smile on his face. "I'm sure hanging out alone with the town freak wasn't exactly on your agenda this week."

"Don't presume to know my agenda, Munson," you tsk, feigning a frown that is already curling around the edges into the smile you can't suppress. "You know how type A I am. I won't have you questioning my to-do list."

You apply the innuendo lightly, but the way his eyebrow quirks lets you know that it lands as you'd intended. Eddie runs his tongue over his teeth while appraising you.

"I wouldn't dare get in the way of your efficiency, sweetheart." There's a dare in his eyes, but you lean back against the couch and watch him over the top of your bottle as you take a sip. You've got time.

As the night goes on, the two of you drink and laugh and tease one another. One movie ends and he puts on the sequel immediately. Some slasher where kids are running around screaming in the woods. The two of you discuss what your own strategy would be if you found yourselves in a similar situation. At this point, you're feeling loose and floaty - combination of the alcohol and the sound of Eddie's laughter. It's got bubbles fizzing in your bloodstream. Your bodies have shifted closer on the couch as time has gone on, and as he emphatically describes something, his hand comes down to press onto your knee. Seemingly just as a matter of emphasis and to ground your attention in his point, but you notice that his hand doesn't lift up when he finishes his monologue.

A thrill of possessive pleasure runs through your body at the realization.

"You know, you'd probably die somewhere around the halfway point of the movie," you challenge suddenly and Eddie's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"I'm sorry, princess, but what?!"

"You know because you're all..." you gesture to his body. The denim vest he's still wearing over his band tee even though he's relaxing at home. The tattoos. The heavy rings on the hand that's still resting on your knee. His fingers flex against your skin when you point at them.

"I'm a badass, you mean? What about my badassery makes you think I'm dying at all?"

"The cool guys always die at the midpoint," you argue. "They get distracted having sex with the hot girls and that's when the killer guts them." Exactly as you say this, as if the universe is trying to bolster your argument, a young man on screen is stabbed through the back mid-thrust, falling down bloody upon his shrieking lover. You glance away from the screen and back at Eddie with a satisfied smirk. "Case in point."

"All I got from that is the fact you think I'm cool," Eddie says with a smug smirk. You roll your eyes at him but shift a bit closer.

"I also said you'd die fucking a bimbo."

"No, you said I'd die fucking a hot girl," he corrects, also shifting infinitesimally closer.

"Oh, so you were listening," you tease. Your hand rests on top of his hand on your knee and you start fiddling with his rings.

"Yeah, and I guess that means you should be concerned," he says flippantly, his fingers splaying out on your knee so that yours have more space to move between them. You're now distracted by the attention you're focusing on his hand.

"Why should I be concerned?"

"Because the hot girl getting fucked by the cool guy dies next," he says, nodding his head towards the tv you had all but forgotten about just as a young woman running topless through the woods, her breasts swinging and covered in her dead boyfriend's blood, is cut down by the killer. You both laugh.

"All I got from that is the fact you think I'm hot," you say turning back to him and mimicking his prior comment. His face lights up with a grin.

"Guilty as charged, sweetheart."

The moment feels right. The electricity between the two of you is palpable and you lift his hand up off your knee and towards your lips.

"They only get got, though, because they get distracted," you posit, pressing a kiss to each of Eddie's rings. His eyes are trained on your lips, his own parted to let his suddenly shallow breathing pass through. "Do you think you could keep from getting distracted?"

"Uh...yeah," Eddie says, running his tongue over his bottom lip. "Yeah I'm sure I could stay focused. Vigilant."

"Oh yeah?" you ask, smiling at how he's already so distracted. Suddenly you're lowering his hand and bringing it to the top of your thigh, right at the hem of your skirt. He takes a sharp inhale. "What's that? Losing focus?"

"No. Never, sweetheart," he says with a laugh, though it's shaky. Without even losing a beat his fingers flex in your hand, the pad of his thumb caressing at the skin of your thigh that he's never touched till now.

"What about now?" you ask, abruptly pushing his hand up your skirt to rest on your clothed pussy.

Before you can even process the next heartbeat, Eddie is on you. His mouth is capturing yours in a soul searing kiss and you can't help but gasp into him. Taking in his taste and scent all at the same heady time. Your hand abandons his on your mound and you bring your arms up around his neck to pull him as close to you as possible.

"If I die, I fucking die,” Eddie practically growls against your lips. “Distract me, baby.”

You laugh but he dips his head down to nips at your collar bone and it turns into a moan. Eddie’s hand starts rubbing blindly at your slit through your panties and you find your hips moving against his fingers of their own accord.

“Do horror movies turn you on?” Eddie teases. You bite your lip and shake your head, looking him dead in the eye.

“No, you turn me on, Eddie Munson.”

Suddenly you’re being pushed back down against the couch. The abruptness of his manhandling has you squealing and you lock your arms around his neck, being sure to keep him close and bringing him down with you.

His kiss arrests your lips again, his tongue invading your mouth. It’s everything you ever wanted. It’s what you’d imagined each time you’d watched him from the other side of a party or listened to him joking around with your mutual friends.

All of his attention. All of his focus on you.

What you don’t realize is that it’s always been on you. At those parties and those hang outs, as much as you’d watched him, he’d been watching you. Learned to love your smile and how quick you were to laugh. Catalogued your stories in the back of his mind as you told them to a riveted audience of all the teens.

He’s finally getting to touch you the way he’s always wanted. And it’s working him up faster than he’d like to admit.

You shift on the couch and it gives him more room to slot his body between your opened thighs. When his hard, denim-covered bulge presses against your thigh, your hips buck, pushing up into the palm which has been applying pressure to your pussy.

“Remember that agenda?” You ask with a tremor in your voice. His hand slips under the elastic of your panties, fingers making direct contacted with your slick core for the first time. You both groan.

“Um…yeah.” He says, shaking his head as if to clear it in order to comprehend your words. The tip of a finger circles your clit before sliding down to push into your hole. You gasp. “Your to-do list.”

“You’re at the top,” you gasp out.

There’s a moment where a Eddie doesn’t react. He’s so focused on pumping his finger in and out of your tight pussy, feeling you around him. Watching your chest rise and fall. But when your words make sense he throws back his head and let’s out a bellowing laugh. His laugh makes you laugh and then you’re shaking in one another’s arms. Trying to calm down. The shared vibrations of your joint hysteria seeming to wreak havoc on all of your nerve endings.

Eddie lunges forward and begins sucking at your neck and the tops of your breasts exposed by your low neckline. Just as he adds another finger to your pussy.

“I can be efficient, too, you know,” he says before worrying your skin between his lips.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Can you be efficient with your shirt off?” You ask, fingers scrabbling at the hem of the garment. Eddie sits up quickly and yanks the shirt off with unnecessary, theatrical aggression, tossing it away as if it’s offended him. You reach out and trace the tattoos on his chest and he moves to lower himself back over you.

“Mmm, cool guy,” you hum, your fingers passing delicately over his inked skin. Eddie quickly unbuttons your blouse and pulls it open, gazing hungry down at your bra-clad breasts.

“Hot girl,” he responds, pressing his face juvenilely between your tits. You grasp at the hair at the back of his neck and laugh until you feel him beginning to suck on you. Then your hips are rolling into his hand. The hand that’s started to fuck you in earnest. “You look like you’re more distracted than me right now, sweetheart. Maybe you’ll be dying before me after all. That petite mort, huh?”

You’re laughing and gasping all at once. His French accent is atrocious but he’s referencing a conversation you’d had with him and Robin about orgasms the week prior. You hadn’t thought he’d been paying attention since he’d been half in argument with Steve at the time, but now you know otherwise.

“You we’re listening to that? Was - fuck - pretty sure you were focused on whatever Harrington was saying.”

“I’m always focused on you, sweetheart.”

You feel heat creeping through your body as fondness mixes with arousal. You’re impatient and you both push and pull at him all at once.

“Ok I just need you to fuck me, ok? Can we jump to that?”

“Nuh uh, I’m making you cum first.” His thumb presses harder circles into your clit and you cry out. But you shake your head dramatically side to side.

“No I want you inside me now.”

“That’s a bit pushy of you, isn’t it?” Eddie teases, but as he does so he eases his fingers out of you and brings them up to lick off your slick. You’re already unbuckling his belt and pushing down his jeans.

“No, I’m efficient. Type A, remember?” His cock springs free of his boxers and you’re ready to drool. He’s practically edible, and if you weren’t so fucking on the edge right now you’d swallow him while immediately.

“How could I forget,” he responds, voice full of gravel as he grabs his cock and pumps one twice. You lay back against the couch, legs splayed and waiting for him, divesting yourself of your bra and cupping your breasts to keep yourself worked up. “Fuck you’re a pretty picture.”

“Gonna just stare or are you gonna do something, Munson?”

“See? Pushy,” he says, even as he lowers himself on top of you and pushes his tip right into your entrance.

The teasing stops as you both come together with rolling hips and gasping breaths. His thrusts are hard and definitive and you find yourself holding on for dear life. He feels so good and right and heavy and strong and you’re so close so soon.

“Eddie…Jesus Christ I’m…” your eyes are squeezed shut and he kisses your eye lids, paradoxically sweet when juxtaposed with the harsh way he’s pounding into you.

“You gonna cum, baby?” He asks, and there’s playful mocking in his tone. If you couldn’t feel his muscles shaking, proving he is equally close, you would have felt more shame.

“Y-yeah…gonna cum.” You admit it on a whine. He feels so good and then suddenly his finger is between you, swirling over your clit again.

“Already? I guess that’s efficient of you,” he says and you clench hard when you laugh, making him let out a loud moan.

“Stop - fuck! You can’t clench like that,” he admonishes.

“Stop making me laugh then, asshole,” you say with no bite. He, however, bites your neck and laves his tongue over the skin.

“Mmmm, you’re sexy when you’re mean.”

You’re not sure what does it - his thrusts, his finger on your clit, his teasing - but one moment you’re rolling your hips into his and the next you’re writhing beneath him, cumming harder than you ever have before. You practically black out calling his name, so much so that you don’t even notice when he cums along right after you.

You come back to your senses to find him still inside you, trailing kisses up and down your throat and chest. You take a deep shuddering breath and grip weakly at his back.

“You gotta get up,” you say, pushing weakly at him with not intent behind the motion. Eddie shakes his head and buries it into your neck.

“Never.”

“I gotta get up and cross you off my checklist.” You tease with a breathless laugh which he returns.

“You can’t. We were so distracted the killer got us. We’re dead, remember?” His grin is so wide one of your trembling hands lifts automatically to trace his dimples.

“Fuck. The downside to being cool and hot is pretty disproportionate to the upside.”

“Speak for yourself,” he snorts, letting his hand come up to cup your jaw. “I’m staring at a pretty big upside.”

~*~

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Y/N: How does someone get pregnant?

Nancy: Well, when two people love each other —

Y/N: Like me and Eddie! Keep going.

Nancy: They … they … they sleep together.

Y/N: We slept together!

Eddie: Not like that! No, we didn't.

Y/N: You're my baby daddy.

Eddie: I'll punch you in your mouth.

Y/N: Not in front of the baby!

Eddie: There is no baby!

Y/N: There is a baby!

Eddie: I ain't the daddy!

Y/N: We slept together, Eddie.

Eddie: We slept in the same room—

Y/N: And now I'm pregnant.

Eddie: You're not fucking pregnant.

Y/N: Look at him, cussing at the mother of his child.

Eddie: I can't stand you!

Y/N: Then why did you sleep with me?

Eddie: It was a sleepover, Y/N —

Y/N: Yeah, I was on bottom, you were on top!

Eddie: Yeah, on fucking bunk beds!

Everyone is very confused, looking between the couple that is clearly high.

I want a Wolfie

Wolfie's wanderings

Wolfie knew that the portal he’d been hurled into wasn’t one of the usual portals they chased the shadow through, but this was bad. He wasn’t in any of the Hyrules he’d been to before, and the world looked, felt and smelt so strange to him.

Roaring metal contraptions were going down roads, people walked on streets and entered mile-high buildings regularly, and he couldn’t sense anything that could get him home.

The best he could do was lay low and wait for the others to come looking for him.

If he could survive that long

.

When your best friend suggested getting another pet after your elderly pet had passed, you weren’t sure. You’d lived with Meatball for so long, knew all of his ticks, his preferences and the best way to brush him without being clawed that you didn’t know if you could even let another animal in your heart. That was until you met Wolfie – the aptly named huge dog looked so miserable and lonely in the rescue yard that you couldn’t help but go over and pet the poor boy.

He was resistant at first but eventually sank into a hug, whining quietly, and your mind was made up – he’d be coming home with you.

That was a few months ago, and you were so glad you took him in; he was such a strange and intelligent beast that you swore up and down knew how to read clocks and open packets of snacks that he couldn’t have gotten into easily – but that was beside the point: he was a lovely boy, and you loved him so much.

At first, he was unsure of everything, but now he’d settled into your home and had his own routine and little quirks – he woke up early, let himself out to play in the yard, and would come in to nudge you awake for breakfast. Wolfie was probably the only reason you woke up early at this point.

It was 7AM, and you knew Wolfie would be coming in any moment, but you wanted to sleep in just a few minutes longer – you really needed it. The door opened, and Wolfie boofed quietly, but you refused to indicate you were awake.

A moment later, the blanket was slowly pulled off you, and Wolfie barked, nudging you with his snout. You yawned, reluctantly opening your eyes to see the adorable dog sitting in front of you, panting happily at you now that you were sitting up.

“You and I need to discuss how important it is to sleep in on the weekends, Wolfie”, you informed him sternly before heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

Wolfie met you downstairs, crowding around your legs as you prepared his breakfast and waited for your toast to finish toasting before slathering it with a healthy amount of chocolate spread. Wolfie whined at you, and you giggled

“No, Wolfie, chocolate is bad for doggos,” you told him, and Wolfie pouted, giving you puppy eyes, but you refused to give in. “It’ll send you to the vet, Wolfie, and I doubt you’ll enjoy that.”

Wolfie huffed, following you into the living room and flopping across your lap. You didn’t mind this at all; Wolfie was incredibly fluffy and warm, so his warmth kept your legs warm, especially now that it was winter, but he was also heavy, though you weren’t about to tell him that.

Crunching on your toast, you scrolled through your phone, reading through the group chat and smirking as your friends roasted one another – you loved your friends; you couldn’t imagine them not being in your life.

Wolfie barked, moving off of your lap, and you raised an eyebrow as he spotted a cat in the yard and slowly made his way to it.

Wolfie was so weird. He loved cats even though they didn’t always love him, and you followed him to the backyard to watch him nuzzle a cat gently and curl up around it. Your boy was so gentle and friendly; he managed to get a lot of the neighbourhood cats to nap with him and could often be seen with a bunch of cats holding him hostage by sleeping on his tremendous floof.

You loved him so much.

.

Wolfie nudged the cat gently with his snout, and the cat sighed.

‘There’s no news about any portals or other worlds being opened on this side’, his informant meowed, and he sighed.

‘It must have been opened from the other side, then’, he surmised, and the cat nudged him gently.

‘Cheer up; you still might find your way home yet.’

Wolfie hummed, returning to sit by your chair as you wandered in after him, taking a seat and petting his ears.

This world was so strange – not only was the magic very faint, but almost impossible for him to track down, and this world was already difficult to navigate on his own – he was glad he had you to gently introduce him to the world around him. He was also eternally grateful that you were so kind to take him in when you still grieving your cat – Wolfie could still smell traces of the elderly cat around your house and knew you must have cared for him as profoundly as Meatball cared for you.

You were a good person, a little odd but well-meaning.

You also had a strange talent of giving him the best ear scratches, which he enjoyed but would deny if the others ever brought it up.

He missed home, and the strangeness of this world clung to his fur like that weird shampoo you’d used on him that he did not like – he’d given you the silent treatment over that, and you luckily didn’t use that foul-smelling concoction on him again. It was embarrassing to be washed down, especially in wolf form. Still, there wasn’t much he could do about it – he didn’t dare transform back into Hylia form just in case anyone caught him, and explaining his whole situation wasn’t something he was willing to do just yet.

He just wanted to go home, but at the same time, he didn’t want to leave you…

You were so kind and loving to him, and Wolfie just knew that you’d love his Hylian form too, and you’d fit into the chain so well, and they’d love you so much, and you’d learn to love the fair land of Hyrule too.

Wolfie noticed you getting up and followed you to your room, abruptly facing the corner and strictly staring at the wall as he saw you changing your clothes.

You laughed for some reason, “You’re so well-behaved, Wolfie!”

Wolfie huffed, and you giggled, reaching over to pet his ears, but he refused to look at you in such a state of undress, especially when you didn’t know his true nature and couldn’t consent to change in front of him like this.

“If you were secretly a human turned into a dog, you’d tell me, right?” there was a joking tone to your question, and Wolfie looked at you and barked, tilting his head, making his best impression of a regular dog.

Could you know?

No, there was no way you could know

You were probably just joking, but that didn’t stop his unease. He couldn’t let you know, not now! Yes, he had known you for months at this point, but he wasn’t ready to reveal himself to you just yet, nor could he prove anything about his world without transforming first and needlessly scaring you – he needed to handle the reveal with tact.

You headed out the door, giving a few pats goodbye before locking the door, and Wolfie wandered over to your bed and flopped onto it, taking in your scent.

He loved you so much and just wished this horrible nightmare was over so he could take you home with him; you’d live a charmed life in Ordon with him away from all the hustle and bustle of this confusing modern world – he’d take care of all the farm life and you’d just have to sit and enjoy life with him. Maybe he could adopt a dog, too, since you clearly loved Wolfie.

That sounded like a good idea….

But first, he needed to get home.

.

Hours had passed before you finally returned home, but you didn’t enter your house just yet, opting to stare through the window at what Wolfie was doing.

Sitting on the highest perch of the cat tower was Wolfie, completely at ease with the situation but staring morosely outside the window.

You couldn’t help it; you cackled.

Wolfie must have heard you because he brightened up and leapt down, barking up a storm as you giggled, unlocking the door and petting him as he attacked you with kisses and licks as you entered.

“Hi, baby! Hi!” you cooed, rubbing his ears as he snuffled about your legs, following you as you shucked your coat and boots before getting started on dinner.

.

Wolfie couldn’t help but be excited when you returned, he had been bored as he usually was when you left, and nothing you left him was entertaining enough – he wasn’t some simple dog that you could leave with destructible toys, but you didn’t know that, and he could never blame you.

He also loved watching you cook – you ranted about your day at work, sang some silly made-up song about whatever vegetable you were chopping, or simply sang to him as you cooked. You sometimes dropped scraps, and he was not above munching on them as they fell – sometimes, you even slipped him some extra vegetables that you didn’t need, which he happily crunched on.

“My cute little Wolfie,” you cooed, twirling around him, draining a pot and Wolfie’s tail wagged watching you; you were so full of life and love and were so adorable. “I wish I could talk to you and know what’s on your mind.”

Wolfie barked in agreement; he wished he could speak to you openly, too, to not be forced to hide like this until he found a way home. You poured out some kibble for him, and while he disliked such foods, it was apparently good for him, and he didn’t like seeing you upset at him for not eating.

The first day you had brought him home, you had poured out some kibble, but he refused to eat it, so you had sat there for hours, pleading for him to eat.

“Please, Wolfie! It’s really good for you!” you begged, looking at him with such an upset expression that he remembered feeling so bad. “Please just eat at least one bite! Please, I promise I’ll let you be afterwards!”

He remembered caving soon after, and you had cheered, scratching behind his ears and almost cried with relief when he continued eating. Of course, Wolfie would eat that disgusting food if it meant that you were happy with him, and he was so glad he hadn’t upset you like that again.

The only other time he’d seen you so upset was when an old boyfriend of yours had cheated on you, and Wolfie couldn’t help but feel bad for you. You were such a nice person, and he hadn’t known you all that long at that point, and he remembered crawling into your lap and simply comforting you that way. It had worked, and Wolfie enjoyed the snuggles and cuddles too, and they had become a regular fixture in your routine.

Now, Wolfie watched you wash the dishes, humming a song under your breath, and he simply sat there, watching you with his tail wagging. Being around you was so nice and calming, and he quickly followed you up to your room as you headed to bed, giving him a few pats as he laid down next to you to sleep.

He had dozed off, but his ears perked at the strange sound in your room.

Sitting up, his eyes caught the unmistakable sight of a portal opening up, and his senses instantly told him this was back to Hyrule, back to his pack, back to where he belonged.

Practically leaping out of bed, he transformed back into his Hylian form, stretching slightly to get used to this body again and paused, looking at you.

He had long debated about whether or not to bring you with him when the time came and has chosen to take you with him. Now that the moment was here, he couldn’t help but brush your cheek gently with a smile.

Link couldn’t stand the idea of not being with you – he had already been separated by worlds from Midna, and he wasn’t about to let this happen again with you! Scooping you up in his arms quickly, he grabbed a few of your blankets and hopped through the portal, the glowing doorway disappearing as he entered.

He was going home and would have his love with him this time.

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A/N: remember that pic I posted a while ago captioned "Wolfie waiting for Y/N to come home", this is the fic that goes with itea[o[sgjph

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More Wolfie? More Wolfie!

Basically, Wolfie got yeeted to the modern world and was rescued. Reader adopted him and he quickly got attached so when the time came to go back to Hyrule, he took Y/N with him bc of course they'd love Hyrule and him and everything/s

In the modern world, Wolfie just looks like a wolf dog, not an actual wolf, and he is the best boi to Reader

LMK what you think please!

18 | Masterlist

summary: Billy Hargrove needs a Queen and you need someone to help you get out of the hellhole that you are currently in as you move to Hawkins. It should be an easy and obvious solution, right?

Not, not even close. Because it doesn't matter if Billy keeps dreaming about you or that you think that if the sun and the sea had a love child it would look like Billy, you really hate each other's guts -at least, that's what you keep telling yourselves- until you are caught in a not so great position. literally. Lots of insults flying around, lots of lying to yourself, lots of fighting before ending up against a wall your lip inches away from his because that's what enemies do, right?

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I bring you a whipped Drummer!Yuji drabble

Yuji Itadori was in love. It was the blooming kind of love that he couldn't hide even when he was sitting behind the old drum set in the corner of the stage, pretending that cymbals (that were as thin as a hair from the angle you stood in) were hiding the blushing looks he was throwing at you.

"Looks like your drummer wants to bang something else," some drunk shouted from the bar, making the band members hiss at red-faced Yuji until he remembered it was time to cue the next song.

"Focus," Gojo Satoru leaned over the drum kit to stick out a long finger and tap it a few times between Yuji's eyebrows, "Fo-cus, yeah?" He tried to catch Yuji's gaze with his piercing blue eyes, which evidently worked only on women - since the boy couldn't focus on anything but how beautiful he thought you looked when you furrowed your brows and spouted insults at another overcharging supplier.

"Focus," Yuji finally uttered back, giving Gojo a resolute nod as he tightened the grip on his drumsticks, "Got it."

He didn't. He played every song far too fast, being too eager for the show to end because he had told himself for weeks that today would be the day he finally asked you out. He promised himself about thirty times he wouldn't back out this time - he even practiced in front of the mirror, although he wasn't proud of that.

When the show finally ended, he rushed off the stage, fearing his courage would disappear before he got to the wooden bar where you poured drinks to already tipsy customers.

"H-Hello," Yuji stuttered, fiddling with his drumsticks. How can you already stutter at hello?

"Oh, you must want the band's cut of the evening," you smiled, and his heart was about to leap out of his chest, "It will take about an hour to be ready."

"Oh, It's not that, I just wanted to - uh," his cheeks flushed bright pink.

You chuckled, "I promise we're not trying to rip you off. The boss is just a bit slow, that's all."

You could almost see the wheels in Yuji's mind stop turning, "Ah - sure, thank you."

But it's alright because he'll try again after the next show, and the one after that. Hell, he'll try every show until he'll finally squeeze out the words, will you go out with me?