Summary: You and Rocky got assigned to work on a project for English. Who knew that he would be the Romeo to your Juliet
A/N: Spring break has started for me, I have a week off and lots of time to write. Feel free to send in some requests
“Alright class,” the teacher speaks as the talking in the room diminishes, “It is time to start our next project”
She begins to hand out the grading system papers. All the students groan about the new project.
“I will be choosing the partners this time, since last time was such a disaster.” The kids groan louder. “The final project of the semester will be Romeo and Juliet. You and your partner will have to act out the scene that I will assign to you.”
You take the paper and look it over, you will have to re enact a scene from the famous play, like she said. Your grade will be on how well you memorized the lines and on how you act. As you read the paper, the teacher has already started calling names and giving partners.
“Y/N,” your head jolts up, “you will be with Minhyuk.”
“Romeo, Romeo, where art thou?” Marinette called off her balcony, looking down at the streets in front of the bakery.
Marinette shivered in the cold, pulling the blanket around her shoulders in an effort to keep warm.
The superhero grumpy shut her playbook, tossing it onto the table. She still couldn’t believe that Alya had signed her up for the annual school play.
“It’s a good idea, Marinette! You definitely have a chance of playing the part of Juliette!” the blogger said, trying to convince the girl.
“But- What if Adrien sees me! What if I’m so horrible at acting, that he runs at the sight of me on stage and then I’ll never get the chance to tell him how I feel because he’ll ask for a restraining order on me! What if-”
Alya stopped the rambling girl. “Mari, Adrien would never do that to you! And so what if he doesn’t see how amazing you are! His loss, I say.”
“No buts!” Alya said. “Now go in there and show them what Marinette Dupain-Cheng can do!”
And now, Marinette was studying her lines on her balcony, trying to stop her body from shivering.
“Uh, Princess? I’m positive that this is the twenty-first century.”
Marinette jumped a foot in the air, and held a hand close to her beating heart. “Chat! Don’t scare me like that!”
Chat Noir smiled sheepishly, color flooding his cheeks. “Sorry Marinette.”
Marinette rolled her eyes. “Its okay, Kitty. Just don’t do it again, okay?”
Chat jumped off the building opposite her home, and landed gracefully on the roof. “So, what are you up to, Princess?”
Marinette blushed at the nickname, turning away so that it wouldn’t make the cat’s ego bigger. “Just practicing lines for a school play. I was cast as Juliette.”
Chat feigned offense, clutching a hand to his heart. “My Princess, put with another to play her knight? How horrible! Woe is me!”
Marinette giggled, “Don’t worry, Kitty. There’s only one knight for me.”
Chat’s ears stood on end and he turned towards her, his blush just peeking out from under the mask. “Aw, Marinette.”
Marinette turned away from him. “Now, let me practice, or no croissants for you!”
Your eyes were shutting as you cuddled up closer to Brooklyn.
The bright light in the dark room didn’t help your dry eyes from staying open and hydrated.
You wo were watching a funny little movie that you’d never heard of, Brooklyn had actually proposed for you to see it, claiming that you’d like it.
He was obviously right and you two were having quite a good time on your last free week to do whatever you wanted.
You slipped out of Brooklyn grasp and he turned to you awkwardly.
“Water?” You asked him as you wiped your eyes.
“No thanks.” Brooklyn answered, you gave him a nod before moving out to the hallway.
Just as you exited you saw Romeo’s head move down the stairs. Your eyebrows furrowed and you quickly followed him.
You watched him as he went into he kitchen.
“Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou?” You chuckled from behind him.
His eyes were wide as he turned to you and you pouted, “You alright?” He shook his head quickly and you approached him, “What’s wrong?” You noticed his cheeks had tear stains on them and you quickly wiped his cheeks, “Romeo! My goodness.”
“I had a bad dream.” He stammered.
“And why were you coming down here?” You asked him sweetly.
“Water.” He shrugged, “Light.”
“Well, I do too! Look at us twinning.” You said lightly as you grabbed some water for the two of you. You turned back to him and saw that he was a wreck. You quickly handed him some water and he sipped it while his terrified eyes stared out the window. “Well, do you think you’ll be okay?” You asked him.
He didn’t bother to respond and you bent down to his level again, “Brooklyn and I are awake, want to come into his room and watch the rest of the movie with us?” You proposed.
Romeo nodded and you smiled, “Do you need me to hold your hand?”
Romeo gave you a shy smile and you moved up to the second floor. You entered and saw Brooklyn still watching the movie with a smile on his face. He turned to you ad tilted his head as yourself and Romeo jumped onto the bed.
“He had a bad dream.” You whispered as Romeo sat down between the two of you.
Brooklyn pouted at his younger sibling and opened his arms. Romeo curled into Brooklyn and you grinned and made yourself comfortable on a couple pillows.
Brooklyn’s arm snaked around over to you and you turned to face him, he gave you a lazy smile as the light off the TV reflected off of his face and Romeo’s.
Romeo looked a little better as he watched the TV carefully.
Brooklyn began to play with your hair and you chuckled as you moved closer to the two of them.
A/N: Another very late request and I apologize profusely for that.
You groaned as you tried to recite your lines again.
“Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.” You spoke clearly as cars began honking loudly outside. “Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must-AGH!”
You throw your script down onto your couch as you run your hands through your hair as you look outside onto your balcony. Snatching your script from the couch, you open the sliding door to fresh air and the last of the obnoxious car honks as you begin to pace from wall to wall.
‘Come on Y/N. You can do this.’ You tell yourself before spouting lines from your mind like a waterfall.
“My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that I must love a loathed enemy. A rhyme I learn’d even now, Of one I danced withal. One calls within ‘Juliet.'” You project into the now empty skyline. Only a few cars passed by and the occasional voice bursting the delicate bubble of silence that seemed to have set over your neighborhood.
You continued to mouth your lines so as to try and not disturb your neighbors at such an ungodly hour until you heard a resounding knock at your apartment door. Quickly stepping back inside and completely abandoning your script for the second time tonight, you open the door to see a pair of goldish brown eyes stare back at you as you hesitantly took a step back.
“Um, hi?” You greet tentatively.
“Hey, so I was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting Romeo and Juliet at me and I was just wondering why you were doing that.” The man with those strangely unique eyes bluntly states and you can only blink in response before you snap yourself out of your daze.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry. I was just rehearsing for my audition bit for my university’s production of it and I was just having a bit of trouble with my lines. Didn’t think there would be someone actually listening in on me.” You laugh as your muscles relax. The man also begins to laugh as he starts to relax as well.
“Did you need some help with it? My friend’s also in it as well and he was actually having trouble with lines earlier.” He offers and you graciously nod.
“Thank you so much…” You trail off awkwardly, realizing you never asked for a name.
“Altaïr.” He informs and you smile.
“Y/N.” You reply before you motion towards your couch. The two of you sit down and you hand him your copy of the script while you cross your legs.
“So where do you want to begin? Act one, scene five?” Altaïr asks and you nod.
“Sure.” You reply before beginning to recite your lines. “O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I’ll no longer be a Capulet…”
Before you realized it, it was nearly midnight and a few yawns had already escaped you.
“I think this is a good place to wrap up.” You sigh as you stretch your arms. Altaïr chuckles in agreement and hands you back your script.
“You’re doing better, I think. It was definitely better than what I heard earlier on your balcony.” He remarks and you smile.
“Thank you so much.” You tell him as you show him out.
“Not a problem. Have fun.” Altaïr replies and you laugh as you close the door. You move to place your script on your coffee table when a small slip of paper that you recognize to be a napkin you gave Altaïr during one of your short breaks. You pick up the paper only to see a hastily scrawled message on it.
Call me if you ever want any more help :)
On the back of the napkin, was a phone number that was most obviously Altaïr’s. You grin and let a small laugh escape as you enter it into your address book. You were definitely going to ask for his help again.
SUMMARY: It’s been 2 years since Sebastian’s fiancé died and his friends and family have been telling him to move on because that’s what’s best for him. Then, one day he suddenly bumps into you and theres an instant connection.
WARNINGS: language. mention of sex.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: as always, flashbacks in italics! this is kind of like a filler chapter. there’s definitely more insight on how sebastian and dalila worked and why sebastian can’t move on, or I guess finds it hard to leave her in the past. Although he is doing it very slowly.
You both stayed at the coffee shop for a couple of more hours before you looked down at your wrist watch and almost ran out of the café.
“Sorry! I forgot I had a tiny shift at the bar.” You gathered your empty cup as you stood up from the chair.
Sebastian followed suit and smiled politely. “And you’re also working tonight? When do you sleep?”
“I don’t go in until midnight. Besides, I get out at 6 from the bar so I’ll have time to go home and nap.”
He nodded, understanding that lack of sleep very well. When he would film, he would party all night, sleep for a couple of hours and do the same thing the next day.
This one is for my own personal Romeo, who has been my “creative consultant” on much of what I’ve written. Thank you, WarBond, for helping me brainstorm. And, you know, for making our story a happy one. I love you!
Chat Noir heard a clatter and a shriek as he approached Marinette’s
balcony, and he picked up his pace. Had someone broken in? Was she
ok? He dove in through her open window rather than using the trap door,
and landed in a tense crouch, poised to attack if the situation
The situation did not warrant it.
stared at him dumbly, frozen in the act of collecting several scattered
pieces of fabric and sewing supplies from the floor. A huge grey-blue
cat was similarly frozen, with one paw stretched out to bat at a
seam-ripper. He stood from his crouch. “Um, hi?”
“Chat! What are you doing?”
“Um, saving you?”
Marinette blinked, and sat back on her heels to look up at him. “Saving me?”
He shrugged. “I heard the crash, and a yell and—”
They both looked at the cat, who’d used Marinette’s distraction
as an opportunity to jump up to her desk. He’d just knocked a tin of
pins to the floor, and was busy knocking around a spool of black thread.
“Romeo! Romeo, no!” Marinette stood to take the spool, but fell into her desk chair with a gasped “Ow!”
“Are you ok, Princess?”
I’m fine. I’m just stepped on a pin.” She plucked it from her foot
and snatched up the spool. “Can you help me clean all this up?
“So, who is this?” He knelt and began collecting pins with a smirk. “Am I not enough cat for you?”
gave him a withering glare, but otherwise ignored his second question.
“I’m cat-sitting for Rose while her—ROMEO!” She scooped up the big
gray cat and dumped him on the chaise, then knelt by Chat to collect her
fabric. “Ugh, that darn cat is going to destroy my room!”
He chuckled. “Just cat-sitting, then?”
I can’t wait for Rose and her family to get back. He’s a sweet cat,
but he’s still young and really playful.” With all of the fabric
stacked neatly, and the pins returned to their tin, the both began to
collect the various items that belonged in her sewing basket.
long will they be—huh?” He glanced behind himself to see that Romeo
had captured the end of his belt tail in his front paws, and was kicking
at it with his hind feet. “It’s a good thing that isn’t a real tail.”
I’m so sorry,” she groaned, tugging the tail away. “He’s been cooped
up in my room, since we can’t risk him getting into the bakery. I think
he’s going a little stir-crazy.”
“It’s alright. Have you been playing with him?”
Marinette blinked. “You’re supposed to play with cats?”
“Well, sure. Especially young ones.” He frowned. “Didn’t Rose bring any toys for him?”
But, maybe I can make something?” She finished putting away her sewing
things, and pulled out some yarn scraps. “Do you have cats?”
my kwami. But, I did a bit of reading on cats back when he first
showed up. He’s not a house cat, but it definitely helped to explain
some of his personality quirks.” He watched curiously as she began
wrapping the yarn around her fingers. “What are you doing?”
a yarn puff for Romeo,” she replied. She continued wrapping the yarn
until she came to the end, and then worked it off of her hand. “Here,
hold this, and don’t let it unravel.”
He did as she asked. She
picked up a second yarn scrap, and tied the end of it tightly around the
middle of the bundle, so that there was one very long tail. Then she
took it from him, and cut the loops at either end with a pair of sharp
sewing shears. “There!” She fluffed it into a poofy ball, and dangled
it from the long tail triumphantly. “Instant cat toy!”
“That’s perfect! May I?” She nodded, and he took it from her fingers. But when he turned to the chaise, the cat was gone.
“Wait, where did he go?” Marinette frowned, looking around her room. “He’s got to be here, somewhere.”
He jiggled the string, making the puff bounce at the end, but the cat stayed hidden. “Do you have a little bell?”
do! Hang on.” She went to her stash and rummaged around a bit, and
returned with a small gold bell similar to the one at Chat’s throat.
“Will this work?”
“Perfect!” He threaded the tail of the yarn
through the loop on the bell, and slid it all the way down to the fluff
ball at the end. He jiggled it again, and this time, it made a gentle
chiming sound. “Romeo, Romeo,” he called, still shaking the toy. Then
he stopped, and grinned at her in sudden delight.
“Chat,” she began, with a horrified look on her face. “Don’t you dare!”
His grin broadened, and he waggled his brows. “ ‘Oh Romeo, Romeo, where the heck art thou, Romeo?’”
Author’s note: Romeo is a Russian Blue, and was based on a cat that my mom had forever ago. Zeus was beautiful and enormous and I have always wanted to have one, myself. If you want to see a few pictures, I’ll
be posting them here in just a bit. :)
Ohh and she’s back, after some complications with the apps we got it fam, So i bring you Romeo River, my baby Neels fc
NEELS VISSER ,CIS MALE ,HE/HIM — have you ROMEO RIVER SMIT yet ? the Twenty year old is known for being both balanced and Educated , but also very Secretive and insecure . born in Burbank , Rome now lives in red bridge ), As a music producer . (ooc Cail, she/her, 18, MST)
Summary: History has a funny way of repeating itself. Juliet Jones learns this the hard way as she finds herself thrown decades into the past, and tasked with ensuring that her parents fall in love. (CS movie redux)
There’s a dark humor to be found in that, how she had once wished for nothing more than for him to die, and now that he is, she forgets. For so long while he was alive, he haunted her, a ghost or shadow that would remind her how foolish it is to trust others with her heart. It only ends up broken. She carried a torch for him for a decade, but now that he’s gone, it’s like a weight has been lifted.
She feels guilty at that. He’s dead. Gone. People don’t come back from death. It’s permanent. She should feel upset, or more upset than she does. Her mother acts suitably distraught, like she is grieving more than Emma, the one who loved him, the one he left behind. Even Hook sounds more broken over Neal being gone than she. But at least he has – had – a connection to him.
AN: Okay so I needed to take a break from my multifics because they were stressing me out and I wanted to do an AU oneshot that covered all of Riley x Lucas’ “firsts.” Obviously these are different from canon because this is based on an AU. But because I got a little carried away I think this will end up being a two shot. This one will cover First Encounter, First Talk, First Spark & First Kiss. The next one will cover First Date, First I Love You, First time and First Heartbreak. Hope you guys like it. Word Count:2,778
“I don’t know man…” Lucas slammed his locker door shut,
shooting his best friend Zay a quizzical look. “My parents warned me what would
happen if I threw another party while they were away.”
Zay dramatically rolled his eyes, slinging his backpack over
his shoulder as the two of them maneuvered their way through the hall. “That
was last year, Luc.” The dark haired boy sighs. “Besides, it’s expected of you.
“Why can’t we just have the party at yours?” Lucas asks, as
they make their way to their seats at the back of the classroom.
First period was the only class the two of them had together
this year. It was different in the previous years. Being best friends, Zay
always made sure they took all the same classes, that way they could mooch off
of each other and have someone to crack jokes with.
Lucas, however, after having a scary conversation with his
strict father about his future, made sure to actually try and make an effort
for senior year. That included less Zay, less partying and more academics.
“Because I’m not captain.” Zay retorted quietly as their
Teacher, Mr. Haze, walked up to the board. He starts scribbling some key points
of today’s lecture when a knock at the door stops him.
In walks the school’s secretary, Miss Finch, and by her side
is a student. Neither Lucas nor Zay could get a good look at her because she
was standing on the other side of Finch. All they could make out was her long
Finch and Haze whisper among each other while the class
watches on in silence, curiosity brewing.
“If she’s hot, I call dibs.” Zay smirks, leaning over to try
to get a better look at her.
“You can’t call dibs. You have a girlfriend.” Lucas reminds
him, following the eager boys move.
“Maya says we’re on a time out.” He shakes his head in
frustration. “To me time out means I’m single.”
“Don’t be a dick–.”
“Okay, everyone.” Mr. Haze returns his attention to the
class. “We have a new student. Transferred here from Wesley High.” He gestures
to the girl standing behind him and she slowly approaches his desk, sporting an
insincere smile at the group of classmates before her.
Lucas can feel himself staring but he can’t help it. She was
gorgeous. Her olive skin complimented her brown hair and hazelnut colored eyes
perfectly. She had dimples when she smiled that were paired with full lips. She
was wearing a summer dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. He
had to know this girl.