Overwatch Oneshots

Lúcio x Male Reader: Small World

Ok this one. I been thinking about this for a couple days now and I was like yes bih materialize this thought! Aaaaaand here I am. Also it's like low key sad lmao. Hope you don't mind. Also I don't really proof read these so like very RESPECTFULLY point them out. ;-(

Hope you enjoy!!
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You were so excited to go to a concert. Lúcio Correia dos Santos. Well, Lúcio for short since nobody happens to say his full name. On top of that he preferred to just be called Lúcio. But anyhow he was performing in a nearby city and you were stoked which was evident by the fact that you dipped into your personal savings to get a decent spot.

Currently you were on the road alone to go see him since none of your friends really listen to him. But you loved his music and well, you thought he was quite dreamy as well with that bubbly personality and charming smile. Of course that was left for your dreams though. Smiling sadly you thought, nobody would like me in that way. Especially someone like him.

After driving for a solid hour you finally reached the parking lot for it. The stage and concert itself was being held inside which is why you dressed in shorts and t-shirt. After parking you quickly turned off your car and exited it, locking it in the process. You had already bought your ticket online so you were good to go.

You were pretty early so you had plenty of time to walk casually. Then you saw Lúcio. He was being followed by some men dressed in black who you assumed were his bodyguards. God, he was so gorgeous. You admired him until he walked backstage and at that point you were already daydreaming. It would be so nice to give him a hug and let him know how much you adore him. Maybe kiss him and laugh with him.

You stopped yourself as you realized how deep into thought you were. Get a grip of yourself. You speed walked in front of the stage and got into your spot. It was pretty crowded so you were a little scrunched up but you didn't care.

He wasn't even on the stage and the crowd was going crazy. It was incredibly loud and you were just standing there smiling with excitement.

Then he skated onto the stage and the crowd went WILD. It was like watching a Dream consume your vision. The lights dimmed and you brought your hands up and together, your eyes widening with wonder. It was really happening. He was here in person performing! Then when he skated to the very front he looked around the crowd and then his eyes found their way to yours. For a split second you two just stared at each other and you felt all your senses go haywire. He looked away hesitantly leaving your heart beating fast and your lungs bullfrogging. What was that?

The rest of the show was amazing and it left you dumbfounded by his energy and pure talent. But alas all good things must end and the show was over in a matter of time. You didn't scream very much because you didn't want to loose your voice.

Now you were walking to your car happy and slightly disappointed because you didn't want to go home.

Your home wasn't really home. It was judge mental and quite lonely too. You didn't consider yourself sad but it was hard to not when you were alone all the time.

Snapping out of your negative thoughts you continued to walk and you saw Lúcio giving autographs in the lot which was a little strange considering it was so open. He also wasn't wearing his skates which was also pretty new. But then he looked over and you met eyes again. "Hey, it's you!" You cocked your head in confusion and looked around to see if he was looking at someone else. He was talking to you. He walked up to you and you probably looked liked a deer in headlights. Your heart hammered as he walked up to you. "I saw you in the crowd and I uh...I thought you...you were very...cute.." His voice was small when he said the last part and he seemed very nervous. You were hyperventilating and you were frozen. "W..what? I didn't think..y..you'd be into boys m..much less someone like me," you stammered. There was a thick silence and you felt like you were choking on it. "I..I think you have the wrong person. M..maybe it's somebody else since it was pretty dark in there a..and-," "Hush I can see fine. C'mon don't be so negative even if it wasn't you I'm sure you're a great person! Not to say you aren't cute either." You felt a wetness on your face? You reached up and you felt tears. Then sniffling filled in the previously present silence. "Hey, are you alright?", he coaxed. Suddenly, you broke out into tears because negativity has always been your comfort because nobody in your household was exactly positive. Arms came around you which caused you to flinch. But almost on instinct you wrapped yours around him and sobbed.

This gave you time to think. I'm really just crying on a celebrity. He doesn't know me at all and vice versa but yet here I am depending on him. You pushed yourself out of it, "I'm so sorry I shouldn't be..I-I should go. Sorry for wasting your time like that." An effort to get into your car was stopped by a grab to your wrist. "Hey, what's your name?" he asked. "Y/N." He began pulling you back, "Where are you from?" Nervously, you answered, "WYAF." At this point you were standing right in front of him again. He smiled at you, "Last name?" "L/N," you answered. "Why are you asking all these questions?" He quickly responded, "To get to know you of course. Small talk is better than seeing such a pretty face in tears." Blushing, you hugged yourself, "I'm sorry about that I don't know wh-," "It's fine alright? Anyways, Y/N, what brought you to my concert?" He smiled at you and you had to look away, "Well I really love your music and I umm I think you're very...", you dragged. He chuckled, "Cute? Yeah I get that a lot," he laughed. That got you thinking again. He probably has a bunch of other fans to tend to. He has so much more to do than have small talk with me. So you decided to let him go. "Thank you for talking with me. But I have to go my parents will probably kill me if I don't get home on time," you reasoned. Disappointment etched across his face, "Oh...yeah I get it. Actually, here." He handed you a little slip of paper with some numbers on it. His number?! "Talk to me sometime?" You looked at him with wonder, doubt clouding your thoughts. "Please?" he begged. He had a pouty face and you smiled. "I'll try," was all you could say. He nodded and smiled back then walked away.

You got into your car and started it up. Shortly after you began driving home while thinking about all that happened. It was crazy to you how much went down in about twenty minutes.

It's such a small world, was all you could really think.