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kurutabaa · 3 years

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hi i discovered ur blog and its my new fave thing ever! may i req for a ryuji version of the "friend trying to pair up with his future s/o" thing u did? i feel like ann would fit as scheming matchmaker. (or u can pick whoever though) im such a loser for this idea, it's genius. i love ryuji so 👁👄👁 totally self indulgent

Ann Trying to Pair up Ryuji with his Future S/O!

Did I hear Ann the matchmaker and Ryuji as the matchmaker victim?! Yesyes!! I would be happy enough to do a lot more of these “Friend Pairing up Someone with Future S/O” scenarios!! Plus, Ann is the freaking best and I adore her~

(Futaba/Akira version of this scenario here!)

Ann Takamaki + Ryuji Sakamoto!

Featuring Ann as the Matchmaker and Ryuji + S/O as her target~

As the whole “Futaba pairing up Akira and his S/O together” situation died down, Ann noticed something similar to that with you and Ryuji.

She noticed how Ryuji would act stupider than he normally was around you. How he would try to say something cool but fail horribly, the way he tried to avoid eye contact with you and how he wouldn’t dare get closer then a meter towards you.

Although Ann had no solid evidence for any feelings, she realized this was Ryuji we were talking about. She needed to get her hands dirty.

After this realization, Ann will immediately interrogate Ryuji, wether it’d be at the lockers, cafeteria, or courtyard, she needs some answers.

“Hey, Sakamoto. What’s up with you?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“How stupid are you? I’m obviously talking about Y/N, it’s pretty obvious that you have feelings for them.”

“What?! W-Where did you get bullshit like that?!”

“Don’t play dumb with me! Now, I’m gonna help you win their heart, got it?”

Will definitely somehow rope in Akira the PT Girls into her schemes. Wether it’d be for date ideas or scheming “We’re just hanging out but this is totally meant to be a date!” plans.

Depending on which person you hang out with a lot, she’ll tell them to ask you what you think of Ryuji and to tell her afterwards.

When it turns out that you do have feelings for Ryuji, she’s now extremely adamant on getting you two together.

Will either tell you or Ryuji to ask one another if they want to go out for lunch, but most likely Ryuji has to do it.

It would be the end of class, you would be unknowingly packing your bag as Ann gives a thumbs up of approval to Ryuji. He uncomfortably walks his way towards you and calls out your name.

“Ryuji? What’s up?”

“I-I was wondering if..”

He looks for help to Ann, which he now realises that the entire PT group is now spying on the two of them. Thanks, Ann.

“U-Uh, I need some help with studying, so I’m wondering if you would hang out for a bit afterschool.”

Ryuji audibly hears the Phantom Theif members sighing in relief.

“Oh! Sure thing, where do you want to meet?”

“What about the ramen shop in Shibuya? My treat!”

“Alright! We can go on the train together to Shibuya, then!”

“C-Cool beans!”

As soon as he walked away, he was internally celebrating and had the goofiest smile on his face.

Ann will assign the guys to “prep” Ryuji for their study date while she takes the girls to “help” S/O

What do the guys do to prep Ryuji? Well, everyone gives him strange dating advice, besides Akira who now has some experience in being in a relationship.

“I get it, I get it! I won’t say anything stupid, now can ya stop pestering me?”

How do the girls help you? Well, their actually a bit more helpful! Haru and Ann initiate on styling your school uniform a certain way to make it more flashing, and also attempt at styling your hair either by putting in cute hairclips or puffing it up.

Haru will also give you a pep talk before you go home!

“You can do it, Y/N! And if Ryuji-kun breaks your heart, he’ll feel the wrath of my axe!”

“R-Right..”

You meet up with Ryuji at the station, taking the train to Shibuya. It was hot and uncomfortable, being stuffed inbetween students and office workers like a sardine can sucked.

You two sighed in relief as you got off the train, then immediately losing eachother in the ocean of people.

After you two find eachother again, the both of you awkwardly agree to link eachothers arms in order to not lose eachother.

“J-Just hold onto my arm and you’ll be good, alright?”

It wasn’t as busy as you two walked down the streets of Shibuya, the two of you gleaming once you found the ramen place.

The two of you ordered your dishes and started some small talk, it wasn’t actually as awkward as Ryuji imagined it to be. Maybe he was just that comfortable with you to forget that this was supposed to be an awkward first date.

“Oh, you asked me to come here to study, right? So, what do you need help on? We have that English test coming up soon.”

“Huh? O-Oh! I didn’t actually needed to study.. I, uh..”

Yikes, he may have just dug himself a hole to confessing why he really wanted you here.

You noticed that he was hesitant on finishing his sentence, and your mind began to race. Wait, was this meant to be a date? Your cheeks flushed at his true intentions.

“Y-Y’know, if you wanted to hang out with me, you didn’t have to make up an excuse.. I-I would’ve said yes even if you asked me straightforward!”

It was silent for a few seconds, although you were in a public restaurant, it felt like the two of you were alone.

Ryuji finally broke the silence. “Y/N! Honestly, I..”

He got up suddenly, bending down onto the ground and bursting out,

“I like you! Please go out with me!”

Everyone stared at him strangely, did a highschooler just got onto the ground and confessed his feelings?

Speaking of everyone, Ann was intently watching with the rest of the Phantom Theives by her side once again. She is the matchmaker after all, it wouldn’t be efficient to leave the pair alone.

“What a flashy way to confess to someone.” Akira muttered.

“Shh! It’s gonna get good!” Futaba hushed him.

You felt embarrassed, speechless, but also quite flattered. You tried your best to look to answer.

“I-I like you too..!”

Ryuji looks up at you in shock, a blush spread across his cheeks

“F-For real?!”

You silently nod your head, while Ryuji has the biggest smile on his face. This strangely sweet moment only to be interrupted by a worker.

“Hey, kiddos, you either keep quiet or take your buisness somewhere else.”

“S-Sorry!” “Sorry!”

The rest of the date went off without a hitch! The two of you turning small talk into engaging conversations and not having a care in the world.

It was getting dark out, so the two of you went to the train station so you wouldn’t get stuck in Shibuya. Surprisingly enough, the Phantom Thieves were still keeping an eye on you two! Despite everyone else wanting to go home, Ann forced them to stay.

You and Ryuji stood in silence, the only thing you can hear is the echos of doors opening and closing, alongside the footsteps of busy people.

“Hey, Ryuji..”

“What’s up?”

You gulped, shyly fiddling with the straps of your uniform.

“Does this mean we’re dating now?”

Ryuji winced, trying to look for the right answer.

“I mean.. If you want to?”

You tried to hide the growing smile on your face, reaching your fingertips to interlock your hand with his.

“I’d like that.”

“C-Cool beans..!” He slightly squeezed your hand, his muscles soon relaxing.

[Extra]

“Well! My job here is done!” Ann patted down her uniform and grinned in pride. “I also snagged a video of this moment, too~”

“I hope their relationship goes well! We should probably leave them be now.” Haru excitingly said, her mind was running with cheesy romantic scenarios.

“Just make sure Ryuji or Y/N find it.” Akira chuckled at how prideful Ann seemed.

“Eh?! You recorded it? Let me see, let me see!” Futaba hurringly rushed to Ann’s side to take a glimpse of the video.

Afterwards, Ann will definitely tease you both with remarks of “It was so obvious you two liked eachother!” or “This bonehead here is too stupid to do it himself, so I had you help you two out.”

Ann is very happy for the two of you! She’ll prepare outfits for you whenever you and Ryuji go out and, if you’re a female, will do your makeup for you~

Dec 14 2020

Can I just say, this was so fun for me to write!!! I adore this prompt with all my heart and I hope you can tell I put my best effort into it! Please feel free to send in another Ryuji ask, this dork is adorable~

Thank you for Reading!

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littlemissvincentvega · 5 years

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1am guns (vincent vega x reader)

i’ve done this as kind of a father’s daddy’s day special! but i just wanna note that:

if your dad has left/abandoned you etc

if your dad has passed on

if you have an unstable/difficult relationship with your dad

if your dad doesn’t treat you fairly

or anything like this that might make you feel down on this day

just know ur in my thoughts and i know how difficult it can be <3

either way, i hope u enjoy the fic :)

“So I should be back around seven tomorrow,” Jules reminds you, shrugging his jacket on and straightening it out. “You sure you’re good to stay over?”

“Yeah, no problem, Uncle Jules.”

“C’mere, kiddo,” he grins, pulling you in for a big hug. He gives you a reassuring squeeze and pulls away, holding your shoulders. “Any problems, call me, okay?”

“Yeah. But I’ll be fine.”

“Alright. Give her another kiss from me when she’s awake, yeah?”

“I will! Now go, you’re gonna be late!” you urge, shoving him out of the door and giggling.

“One thing you gotta know about me by now, I’m never fuckin’ late. S’at dumbass Vincent that is.”

“I get it,” you giggle. “See you tomorrow, Jules. Be safe.”

“I will, sweetie. See ya.” With that, you wave him out as he heads to his car and drives off, throwing you an extra wave as he does so. Despite calling him ‘Uncle Jules’, he’s not related to you by any means. Your father, Jimmie, had been friends with him since you were very young, so you had always known Jules as your uncle. He’s practically family at this point. Always cares for you, looks after you, makes sure you’re okay. Had always had your back (and always will).

Closing the door, you tiptoe to Jada’s room and peek in. There’s a hazy pink glow in the darkness coming from her nightlight (one you had helped pick for her birthday, actually) and she appears to be fast asleep. ‘Such a beautiful girl,’ you think to yourself. Smiling, you make your way to the kitchen to raid the cupboards. Jules had stuck a post-it note labelled ‘SNACKIES FOR THE BABYSITTER’ on two of them.

You scoff to yourself. As if you didn’t already know exactly where the yummy nibbles are. Grabbing a bowl and emptying a hefty bag of salted pretzels into it, you head to the living room and plonk yourself on the couch. Jules had placed a few folded-up fuzzy blankets on the arm along with a couple of pillows, so you drape one over yourself.

Softly humming some Nirvana song you had heard that day to yourself, you ponder over what to watch on TV. Not expecting to find anything interesting, you mindlessly flick through the channels, eyes half-lidded in the darkness, the room barely lit from the box.

“--wanna be like you, hop-dee-doo-bee-do-bow

I wanna walk like you,

Talk like you, too”

You practically sit bolt upright at this. It’s the Jungle Book! Resting the TV remote on the stained coffee table, you snuggle down into the blankets, popping a pretzel in your mouth one after another. Maybe tonight won’t be as tedious as you had thought.

Creak.

You shuffle in your sleep, the TV still idly playing in the background.

Clomp. Clomp. Clomp.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, something snaps, and you jump the fuck out from the blankets into a stance that can only be described as that of a ninja warrior. Jules’ front door leads directly into the living room, and you give a threatening glare to the doofus standing at it.

He holds his hands up, looking at you dumbfounded. “Uh--”

“Shut the fuck up, who the hell are you and why are you in my uncle’s house?” you demand, fumbling around for the gun he hides for you. Your hands find it tucked inside one of the pillowcases, and you aim it at him. The guy watches you in confusion.

“I’m Vincent? I’m his-- I work with him? Who the hell are you?”

Oh. So this is the dumbass Jules always mentions. “Oh,” you say, lowering the gun. “So you’re the dumbass Jules always mentions.”

“I’m the what? Look, kid, why are you here?” he sighs, gently kicking the front door shut.

“I’m babysitting, asshole. Why are you here? Sneaking into Jules’ apartment in the middle of the fucking night? Imagine if Jada would have heard you, she’d be fucking terrified, you should be ashamed of yourself!” you scold.

Christ, this is embarrassing. Being lectured at one in the morning by some young girl in skimpy Mickey Mouse pyjamas. How fucking humiliating. “You can’t talk to me that way, I’m-- you can’t talk to me like that!” he stutters.

You fold your arms, unintentionally pushing your breasts together. His eyes automatically drop to them-- you’re not wearing a bra, either. “Uh, hello? Eyes up here?” you scoff, snapping your fingers in front of your chest. He jumps at this and meets your eyes again.

“Sorry.”

“Whatever,” you say, pretending to not enjoy it. You had never seen a photo of Vince before, but god, he’s handsome. You’re lucky you’re wearing your ass-shorts, as your best friend liked to call them (they make your ass look incredible, these pyjamas really are a blessing). “We can talk like adults here. Why are you sneaking into my uncle’s apartment?”

“Why do I suddenly owe you an explanation?”

You raise your eyebrow at him, arms still folded. That’s enough to terrify him into telling you.

“Alright, alright! I lost my fuckin’ gun and I know where he keeps his spares,” he admits, his eyes flickering from your chest to your eyes.

You saunter over to him, a smirk playing on your lips-- older men are much more fun to tease. “You can borrow mine, if you like,” you coo, “daddy.”

“Wh-- look, honey, I ain’t into, uh, I ain’t ‘boutta-- you know!” he stammers, not knowing where to look. He has to look down at you to make eye contact, and he can’t really do that without looking down your shirt. It’s not making it any easier that your nipples are visible through the material.

“Ain’t about to what, Vincent?” you tease, running your tongue over your upper lip. You gaze up at him with doe eyes, knowing exactly what you’re doing to him. Poor guy, he’s so flustered. Feeling a little guilty about it, you change your expression to a smug one. “I’m kidding, Christ. I’ll go get you one of his spares.”

Vince sighs and holds his coat so it covers his crotch as he trails after you to Jules’ room-- you’ve got him all worked up.

Jules keeps his guns in a safe that’s hidden at the bottom of his wardrobe, so you grab the key from its safe place and get on your hands and knees to unlock it. The shorts hug your ass perfectly, and Vince can hardly take it. You can feel his eyes roaming over you and, smirking to yourself, wiggle your butt a little. “Oh, god,” he groans, unable to keep it in. “Oh, fuck, I’m sorry, honey, it’s just that y--”

“Wanna fuck?”

“What??”

“Want? To? Fuck?”

He lets his coat drop to the floor. “Is that a question or an offer?”

You cock your head to look up at him, chewing your lip. “Both,” you whisper, kneeling in front of him. He watches you like a hawk as you palm him through his pants, rubbing your lips and nose against his erection, almost gnawing at it.

“Mm, good girl, good kitten,” he urges, running his hands through your hair.

Giggling quietly, you paw at his hand and he helps you up. He rubs your waist with his hands, pushing your shirt up. The warmth from his palms is so comforting. You pull him in for an impatient kiss-- his breath tastes of cigarettes. It’s dirty, you like it. “Fuck me on the couch, I’m not doing it in my uncle’s bedroom.”

“Of course, babydoll,” he smirks, picking you up and carrying you to the living room. Carefully, he lowers you down so you’re on the couch, legs spread and ready to be fucked. “I’ll pull out, baby, don’t worry about that.”

“Mhm, yes daddy,” you whine, gushing at the sound of his belt buckle jingling as he drops his slacks and takes himself out. You hear him jerk himself a couple of times for the relief and, god, it’s such a fucking hot thought.

“S’all cause’a those beautiful tits’a yours,” he growls, holding the crotch of your shorts & panties to one side and rubbing the tip of his cock up & down your slit, teasing you. It’s practically glazed over with your wetness. “Don’t leave much to the imagination, do ya, baby girl?”

“Still reeled you in though, didn’t it?”

“That’s true,” Vincent admits, chuckling as he positions himself. Slowly, he pushes his cock into you, one hand on your ass and the other on your waist, pulling you towards him. A few moments later and he’s worked up a steady rhythm, grunting quietly with every thrust. Aside from the TV that’s quietly sounding, the only noise in the room is the sticky sound of slapping skin accompanied by hushed groans. “So good, baby, so fuckin’ good,” he growls under his breath, fucking into you in just the right spot.

Not a few minutes later and you’re panting a little, feeling your orgasm on its way. “Mmf, daddy, I’m gonna come,” you whine, doing your best to keep quiet.

“Tha’s a good girl, honey, go on, all for daddy.”

Hearing him refer to himself as daddy in that sexed up voice is enough for you. Your climax approaches and you feel your pussy tighten around his cock. You bite down on your knuckle to muffle your squeals, which sets him off-- he pulls out, jerking himself as he finishes over your ass. “Christ,” he pants, giving himself a stroke before pulling his pants back up. “That wasn’t bad.”

You readjust your panties & shorts so you’re wearing them like normal again, then turn to face him, raising an eyebrow with an amused smirk. “’Wasn’t bad’? Great fucking review, I’m flattered,” you say sarcastically, and he chuckles.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know,” you giggle, taking his hand to check his watch. “You should probably get going, you’re not supposed to be here.”

“Well wham-bam, thank you mam, huh.”

Vincent pulls you in for another kiss, the two of you smiling against each other’s lips. “You know I didn’t mean it like that, asshole.”

“I know, honey.” He rubs his hands over your waist fondly, sighing in satisfaction. “I gotta say, I didn’t think my night would pan out like this.”

“Huh, maybe you should take more of an interest in Julie’s life. Find out when he’s out for the night, when he’s having a babysitter,” you wink.

“Maybe I will.”

He gazes at you for a moment before buckling up his belt, looking around. “Where’s that gun again?”

“Oh, it’s just in his bedroom,” you reply, tottering off to fetch it for him. He waits in the bedroom doorway, leaning against the frame. You toss it to him and he throws a smile at you.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. And if Jules asks, I didn’t see you.”

“Honey, if Jules knew we had a fuckin’ interaction he’d lecture me with some dumbass Bible verse or some shit, nevermind if he knew what we just did,” he smirks. “I’d be in more trouble than you, believe me.”

You do believe him. Jules can be ruthless when he wants to be. Sighing, you see Vince to the door (him stealing a handful of pretzels on the way) and give him a kiss on the cheek goodbye. “I’ll see you when I see you,” you smirk, rocking back and forth on your heels.

“Definitely, baby. See ya.”

You watch him saunter off and, when he disappears from your sight, you trot back to the couch. Just as you begin to snuggle under the blankets again, the telephone starts ringing. You nearly jump out your skin-- it’s fucking half-past one in the morning! “Hello?” you frown.

“Hey, sweetie, it’s Dad. You okay?”

“Wh-- Dad, I’m fine! Why’d you ring me so late? I nearly shat myself, the phone’s so damn loud!”

“Watch your language,” he chuckles, making you smile. “I just wanted to check up on you, know you’re alright and stuff. And Jada, obviously.”

“Yeah, we’re fine. She’s fast asleep. How’s things at home?”

“It’s alright, kiddo. Listen, you should be asleep!” he scolds, mostly joking. Your dad had never really been very good at discipline. Then again, he never really had to be-- you had always been a good kid, for the most part. Cheeky, true, but well behaved.

You roll your eyes with a giggle. “Even if I was asleep, which I wasn’t, the phone would’a woke me up, dumbass!”

“I know, muffin. I just wanted to check you’re okay,” he laughs. “What’re you doin’ up this late anyways? Up to no good?”

“Of course. Nah, just watched Jungle Book on TV. Why the hell are you awake?”

“I was trying to stay up so I could call you at like, midnight, to check on you,” Jimmie explains, “but I sorta kinda fell asleep watchin’ TV.”

“Congrats. Dad, I’m gonna try and get some sleep.”

“Alright, sweetie, love you. Sleep well!”

“Night, love you too!”

With that, you hang up and drift off beneath those fuzzy blankets, clinging onto one of the pillows and dreaming of Vince.

“(Y/N), (Y/N)!”

You try to open your eyes, squinting at the sunlight shining through the windows. “Huh?” As your vision comes together, you realise it’s Jada. She’s awake and ready for breakfast.

“I’m hungry,” she says, prodding your cheek.

“Hi hungry, I’m (Y/N),” you tease. “I’ll get you some breakfast, just give me a minute to wake up, sweetie.” Handing her the TV remote, you sit up on the couch rubbing your eyes. Remembering the night’s events, you let Jada choose what she’d like to watch.

She decides on Rugrats, something you secretly enjoy. You pat your lap and lift her onto it, giving her a kiss on the temple. The kid’s seven and she absolutely adores you. Really looks up to you, Jules says. “You want some Count Chocula?” you ask, smiling.

“Yes please!”

“Alright, honey,” you smile, lifting her off of your lap and onto the couch. Running a hand through your ruffled hair, you head to the kitchen to fetch her cereal and return in a couple of minutes. Just as you emerge from the kitchen, the front door swings open and in comes Jules.

“Daddy!” squeals Jada, running up to him.

“Pumpkin!” He scoops her up in his arms, pulling her into a big hug. “How’s my princess? Did you behave for (Y/N)?”

You set Jada’s breakfast down on the coffee table, watching the two with a grin. “Yes, she was good as gold, weren’t you honey?” you smile, and she nods proudly.

“Tha’s my girl.” Jules looks at his daughter like she’s the only thing that matters. It’s refreshing to see such wholesomeness for once. To say he’s a hitman, he’s a complete softie when it comes to being a dad. “Go on, go eat up your breakfast, baby.” With that, Jada skips off back to the couch.

“How was work?” you ask, leaning against the wall.

“It was alright but, oh, (Y/N), that dumbass Vincent--”

You feel your eyes go wide for a split second and quickly revert them back to normal. The last thing you want is to make him suspicious.

“--calls me at, like, midnight or so? Tells me he’s lost his gun? And I’m try’na carry out a damn hit. Honestly, I don’t know where that numbskull gets off.” He sighs, shaking his head with a little smile.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” you agree, not even thinking twice about your response.

“You what?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m just tired, Dad called me at like, almost two in the morning.”

“Ah. I’ll run you home after Jada’s eaten, sweetie, a’ight?”

You smile, heading back to the couch to sit with your ‘cousin’. “Thanks, Uncle Jules.”

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