Hi, I'm Oli. I will be your fanfiction writer and provider. I just recently started expanding my fanfic imagines/headcananons to all fandoms I am part of!
An updated list of fandoms I will write imagines or headcanons for by request! If there’s another you think I may follow, feel free to DM/Ask. I may have missed a couple.
Avengers
Blue Exorcist
Breaking Bad
Criminal Minds
Deathnote
Dying Light
Fallout series
Grey’s Anatomy
Harry Potter
Hunger Games
Law & Order: SVU
Maze Runner
On My Block
One Day At a Time
Orange Is the New Black
Percy Jackson
Sherlock
Stranger Things
Supernatural
The Walking Dead
13 Reasons Why (Deadass only Tony tho ngl)
Also ask about the pop punk/emo bands I will write for!
awesome! can i ask which SVU characters you’re comfortable writing for? and do you have a list of rules? thank you!
I don’t have a list of rules! I should probably make a post that I won’t write about explicit abuse or SA scenes, but that’s essentially it. I can write for any SVU characters, though I will admit I haven’t seen past S17 :) And for anyone who is looking for any of my other imagines or new ones, I’m in the process of finishing a good handful!
Summary: While at a club with his boys, Jesse re-unites with an old friend.
A/N: Not completely in “x Reader” formatting, but I’ve had this stuck in my head for so long. Considering expanding it into a fic on my Wattpad.
Jesse scratched his head again, a crooked smile following the girl dancing in front of him. The music was starting to pound against his eardrums, and the LEDs were just a little too bright. His head was fuzzy, and he could just barely see Skinny and Badger on the other couches. There were hands on his shoulders, thighs in his lap, hair in his face. Jesse’s half-lidded eyes rolled back to stare out against the groups crowding the dance floor only feet away. His gaze fixated on the little stage crossing the front of the club. He felt like he could smell the drummer’s sweat from where he sat.
It wasn’t long before singers were switching out. Jesse was watching the girl in front of him, giving her a few fives, his hands too heavy to lift far. The music pounded in his ears, new pop beats cracking the speakers. A woman had taken the dark stage.
"With hoops and Bobby Shmurda,
throw myself up to party,
swimmin’ pool full of bacardi”
Jesse’s eyes squinted. He knew that voice. His head lolled to the side, but he couldn’t quite see the stage. He’d heard her before, but he still didn’t know her face. A flash of dark hair passed by, but there were too many dancing and grinding people to see. Jesse almost stopped caring.
“Tell me that I’m dreaming,
cause I don’t wanna believe in you.
These tricks you playing, clever.
I’m about to leave forever.”
The man stood up. Badger and Skinny were too occupied with partying to notice. Jesse knew those words, the voice. His head was still spinning. He was pushing through people who shoved him back when he tried to get through the dance floor. It seemed like forever until he was close enough to the stage. Now the beats were really hurting.
“So what’s the purpose,
"With hoops and Bobby Shmurda,
throw myself up to party,
swimmin’ pool full of bacardi.”
There she was. A woman he hadn’t seen since two years after they graduated high school. Her hair was a little longer now, her face more defined. Though Jesse’s was, too. Three years can really make a difference. Jesse’s heart dropped into his stomach.
“I just wanna get stoned, my friend.
I just wanna get good vibes.
Don’t wanna see you fuck around with these other girls,
keep ruining my night.”
By the end of the song, Jesse was pushing against the metal fence in front of the stage. “(Y/N!)” He shouted. She couldn’t hear him over the sound of the beats dying down. He shouted her name over and over, waving. For a minute, the only attention he drew was from the dancers around him.
He made eye contact once. His hand fell from the air, just a little. Her expression changed, but he could no longer tell what it was. She was off the stage in less than a minute, speaking to the previous singer before disappearing backstage. The other singer took her place.
Jesse began scrambling towards the gate, trying to reach her again. The bouncer pushed him back. “Don’t know where you think you’re going.”
“Hey, please, man,” Jesse shook his head. “That’s my friend in there, yo, please.”
“Then your friend can come meet you out here,” the tall man shouted over the music.
“Let ‘im in,” a woman’s voice shouted. The singer stood only feet from Jesse, hands in her pockets. The bouncer opened the gate for Jesse to pass through.
It was only a few steps before they were back together. Jesse hugged his old best friend tight, and she didn’t hesitate to return it. He could feel her hands shaking against his back. He was reluctant to pull away.
“Yo, can... can we talk or somethin’?”
The young woman looked reluctant. Scared, almost. She swallowed hard before giving the tiniest nod. She turned back to the doorway, and Jesse took it that he should follow.
Jesse followed his friend down a short hallway, then into a room. It was set up like a lounge, with couches and tables and drinks and food decorating it. The music from the club was muffled as the door shut.
“So, h-how’ve you been? You got some real gigs n’ shit, that’s great, right?”
“Yeah,” the woman said softly. “It is. How’ve you been doin’?”
Jesse wanted nothing more than to sit down, tell all about how he was cooking methamphetamine with their old chemistry teacher, maybe tear up a bit when what happened to Jane came up, how Skinny and Badger were doing.
“I’m, ya know... Doing.” The man was having a problem finding out what words he wanted to use. There was a pause. “I missed you. A lot, ya know.”
The woman bit down on her back teeth. Her jaw visibly tightened. “I missed you, too.”
Jesse began sitting on one of the squeaky leather couches. “Yo, why... WHy didn’t you ever call me again? (Y/N), I said I’d still be there n’ shit, you never called me back or nothin’.”
The woman hesitated before she sat down near Jesse. She only gave a little shrug in reply. Jesse could tell that she had barely changed. She didn’t even want to look at her friend now.
“Yo, (Y/N), for real, what’ goin’ on? You were in psych for months, I told you to call me soon’s you got out. I had to hear from your dad that you were out and left. Why’d you never call? Or at least text, for god’s sake. You could’ve been dead.”
“I didn’t wanna bother you,” her voice was quiet, Jesse could barely hear her.
“You didn’t wanna bother me.” Jesse’s lip curled up in confusion. “Yo, if you were gonna bother me, I wouldn’t have called and texted like a million times a day for months.” There was another pause. “You were my best friend, yo.”
“Figured you’d’ve forgotten me eventually, didn’t want you worrying,” She rubbed her face.
“Nah, I can’t forget you. I missed you. Like, every day.”
The woman nodded a little bit. “I missed you, too.”
“You got a place you’re staying? Stay at my place a bit, I got a shit ton I gotta tell you. You missed a lot.”
“Aight, but I can’t leave yet. Kinda walked off in the middle of the set.”
Hey friends! I know it’s been forever since I was active on here. Guess quarantine finally got to me. I’d like to be more active, but I’m thinking I’ll start turning this into a general imagines/headcanons blog. Obviously I’ll still keep up my Tony writings tho, and keep writing for him. I’ll be posting a list soon of fandoms I will write for!
Tyyy I’m sorry, I’ve just been hella busy, especially since my music career has been growing a lot more AND I’m still in school, but I promise I’ll get to doing some more of your guys’ requests 💕
I dont think you're getting the point of these "haters". You are forcing heterosexuality onto a homosexual character. Which, in case you didnt know, is a BAD THING to do. Erasing sexualities is NOT okay and I hope you come to your currently non-exsistant senses soon.
Y’all I just came back to this page after like a third break (I have a lot to do) and I’m to tired to deal with this. I do not call them “haters.” Other people do. I have already given you my explanation that I’m not erasing his sexuality more than once. At this point, I’m not going to try to be overly nice and explain myself to you every second. Read my shit or get off my page.
Keep ignoring the haters. Apparently they don't understand what a fanfiction is cause if they did they wouldn't be trolling like this. Your fanfictions are amazing and I'm so very grateful you write Tony fanfics because not many are out there. Keep doing what you are doing just know you got a loyal fan! Keep them coming!
Can you write a tony fluff with a female reader where she sings and plays piano and he’s just all fluffy and comes to her concerts and stuff. Thank you!!!!! Love you!!!
I had to do this on the app so sorry it's not great lol: https://tonys-red-mustang.tumblr.com/post/174732781127/coffeehouse-chic-tony-padilla-x-female-reader
Request: Can you write a tony fluff with a female reader where she sings and plays piano and he’s just all fluffy and comes to her concerts and stuff. Thank you!!!!! Love you!!!
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Your hand pulled at your hair roughly and absentmindedly as your elbow rested on the table in front of you. You twirled your pencil around, scratching out words and musical phrases you didn’t like. The words and music flowed perfectly in your head, but you couldn’t seem to make it work on paper. The plastic cup of coffee clicked loudly under your fingernails as you tapped on it with your free hand.
“Thought I might find you here.”
You stared up, eyes burning from looking at the papers too closely for hours. Tony made it halfway across Monet’s, sitting down at your table. He gazed across at all the various noted computer papers and manuscript papers in front of you.
“Well, yeah,” you mumbled to your boyfriend softly. “I come here all the time to work on this.”
Tony nodded with a soft smile as you stared back down at your papers. “Have anything new?”
You shrugged. You weren’t trying to ignore Tony, you were just more focused on your work- and you also knew the boy wasn’t taking it personally. “Maybe. If I can finish editing the music itself by tomorrow, I might put it in Friday’s setlist.”
“Can I see?” Tony leaned over, knowing with a grin that you never let him look at your new projects. You pulled the paper in your hand back, hitting his leather-clad shoulder lightly with a grin.
“Fuck off,” you gave a soft laugh to him, leaning back.
Tony leaned back again with a gentle smile, straightening his jacket. “Can I get you another latté?”
You sighed, shaking your head. “I’ve already had four. More coffee is the last thing I need right now.”
When Friday night came, you had arranged your setlist and organized everything you needed. It was a basic and general performance- a regular-sized café, a grande piano in the middle, even a large area around the various tables where people mingled briefly.
Tony sat next to you at a back table, holding onto your hand gently as you spoke to the owner of the café. The man confirmed how much he was paying you, when, and how he would. He nodded, left the table, then encouraged you to be up on the small stage by eight.
"Will I be hearing your newest project tonight?" Tony leaned against the back of his seat with a small smile.
"First on the setlist," you declared softly back. You leaned towards the Latino boy, gently pressing your lips against his. He kissed you back, then watched you with a gentle smile as you pulled back.
"I should go get ready. I only have ten minutes." You stood from the table, brushing your hand against Tony's arm.
Tony gave a small nod. "I'll see you after, Gatito."
Nearly fifteen minutes later, you were sitting up at the front of the large room, the owner of the live-music-café introducing you. You started off your setlist of songs- all written by you. Your hands flowed gently across a few chords of the piano.
"Throwing my feelings out the window,
I can see no other way.
They've hurt me so bad,
And the glass ain't so far away.
Throwing my feelings out the window,
Send them reeling into space.
Just gotta undo the hatch and feel the breeze in my face."
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When you came down to meet Tony again, your throat was beginning to get sore and your fingers cramped- a usual happening after your gigs. The short Latino boy met you with a smile, wrapping one arms around your shoulders gently. "You sounded beautiful, Gatito."
You held onto Tony's hand with a small smile. "Thanks. You say that every time," you added with a small laugh.
"Because you do everytime," You turned to face Tony once you were standing outside on the sidewalk with him. You gave a gentle smile before pausing, then he leaned in closer to you. You pulled yourself forward, kissing him back gently.
"Let's go back to my place," Tony decided out loud. "We can... Celebrate there."
You turned your head down in the dark with a quiet laugh. "All right. Let's go."
A/N: I wrote this on my phone in the emergency room ahahaha but those lyrics are from my own song called "Out The Window." It'll be on Spotify, Google, and YouTube on June 11 under the label Oli Katai with the album "Overlay". Until then, you can search up my music for my first published EP called "Basic Bitch" and a single called "Ways To Say I Love You"
Please don’t listen to these haters on here. We are all aware that Tony is gay on the show. Your not “changing” his sexuality, your just writing imagines for you fans because it makes them happy. It’s like they think us girls can’t request Tony imagines because he’s gay. So what? We can’t help what we want to read, right? Your not changing it. It’s fan fiction, NOT REAL. Anyways, I’m just rambling at this point, just don’t listen to the haters. All the love xx❤️
Thank you so much, I really appreciate it ❤❤ I've been getting more of these messages and its starting to overrule the "hate" lol. Ty ☺❤
Goddd I meant to have all my requests done over these past couple days, but I couldn’t. First my car broke down a few days ago, then yesterday at home I spilled hot candle wax on my lap while wearing SHORTS- which gave me second degree burns on my thighs. On top of that, in a drunken mess last night I decided to trip over my bath tub and give myself yet another concussion. Wow I want to die,,, but hopefully I will have all your guys’ requests written soon!
Hello there!! I just wanted to say that I LOVE LOVE LOVE your imagines! It brightens my day when I get the notification that you have posted something!! Tony is the greatest and you are doing him justice!! Keep up the good work! Love you with all my heart!!
This is the sweetest thing ever omfg thank you so much you just made my day, you’re the best!! <3
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