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blueberry muffins with mai tail x Lando Norris?🥰
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blueberry muffins ("i don't think it'll fit") + mai tai (loss of virginity) served by lando norris (formula one)!!
cw: smut/pwp, first time/loss of virginity, slow sex, lando takes your virginity (and is very nice about it), best friend!reader
when you were a teenager, you would often have dreams of this happening. to be intimate with the likes of lando norris, a boy turned man that you had known for a large chunk of your life. you had admitted to him during his visit back home that even after all the time you were still a virgin.
and without much thought he asked, 'want me to fix that?" and you almost fell out of your seat at the bar.
you swallowed and said, "yes." and while you'd try to play it off like the alcohol talking. that was a big fat lie, about as big as the crush you'd been harbouring for lando since your days in school.
you walked back to your flat, lando's hand in the back pocket of your jeans. you took a detour to an corner shop opened at this hour and bought a small pack of condoms. better safe than sorry.
"last thing you want to happena fter your first time i get pregnant." he laughed, "especially by the likes of me." then paid for the condoms before he led you out of the store and back to your flat. he remained close to you, loving the feeling of such intimacy between the two of you.
he kept an arm around you with the condoms in the back pocket of his jeans. you led him up the steps to your place and got the door open. once it was closed behind the both of you, lando took you by the shoulders and pulled you into a kiss.
"you have no idea how beautiful you are." he said.
"there's no need to butter me up, lando." you laughed as you gave him a little bit of a shove. but he only came back closer and held your chin to kiss him.
when the kiss eventually broke and you grabbed him by the wrist to bring him to your bedroom. that was when the clothes came off. lando put the pack of condoms on the nightstand as you got into the bed. lando eyed you up and down and licked his lips without thinking.
"and no one has ever had sex with you?" he couldn't believe it. the sight of you was beautiful, sitting up on your bed and looking at him, "no one? at all?"
you shook your head, "no one.. i just was too busy."
lando nodded as he got into bed with you. he was naked and he reached for you. he touched your soft skin, "are you sure you want to do this? i don't want you to feel pressured."
you shook your head, "it's all fine, lando." you reached for him an softly kissed him on the lips. his hand trailed up and down your side before he put you on your back. he eyed you down, taking in the sight of you.
"good. i want this to be good for you." he cupped your face, "you only deserve the best." he stroked his cock before he leaned over you to grab one of the condoms from the package. he got it on before he leaned back to look at you.
"i don't think it'll fit. what if it doesn't fit?" your words were a bit of an ego boost, but lando wanted to assure you. of course he looked like he wasn't going to fit, you had never been with anyone else.
"then i'll spend all night making sure it fits for the next time." he promised as he got into your space once more.
you got your legs around his waist at his request and he rubbed the protected tip of his cock up against your slick pussy. he sank into your pussy slowly, he took his time to make sure you were comfortable.
"are you okay?"
you nodded in response, "yeah, just never felt this before. this is different than any of my toys." your cheeks went hot, "better though! much better!" you shifted a little in your spot on the bed.
when he got to the base, he exhaled. he felt a shudder in his body. you felt like a dream. you were painfully beautiful. you drove him wild. you had for years, even when you over plucked your eyebrows and had braces in secondary school. beautiful then, beautiful now.
lando was lucky to be the one to take your virginity.
he moved against you slowly. his hands on your hips as he rocked against you. he wasn't putting too much force behind his thrusts, he couldn't. this was your first time and he didn't want to scare you. he could tell that your cheeks were warmed, even if he could see them fully due to hands covered your face.
"don't hide from me, beautiful. i want to see it all." his words were comforting as he moved against you. he rocked against you, his pace slowly gained momentum. he added, "please, beautiful."
you hated how his words impacted you, they made your cheeks feel flushed as you pulled your hands away and pulled him closer to you by the shoulders. he kissed you deeply as you moved against one another. you moaned against his lips and your stomach was in knots. here you were, under your best friend. letting him fuck you like you had dreamed about for years.
as if lando didn't do the same all that time. even when he was with other people, he thought of you. he wanted to make sure it was all special for you. even thrust, kiss and movement was perfect for you. as it was what you deserved. a perfect for time.
"you feel great, lando. thank you."
"of course, anything for you, beautiful. better me than some scumbag from your school. someone you could trust." someone you could love. but those words hung on his tongue before he brought you in for another searing hot kiss. lando had been playing chicken with his feelings for years, which was why he jumped at the chance to have sex with you.
and the way you looked at him as he moved against you was the hottest part. you looked up at lando like he hung the stars in the evening sky. that he was for a brief moment your entire world. the universe confined to your shoe box bedroom where the bed was creaky from years of sleeping. it wasn't used to these kinds of activities.
it didn't take long for you to feel close to climax. it felt similar to when you pleasured yourself in the same bed. but the movements made the air get caught in your throat. oh, this was something else. you panted and whined as the other man looked down at you.
"fuck you're beautiful." he panted as he rutted against you. his movements were quick, but not painfully rough. he held your hips for good leverage. i could feel the sweat as his temples and his heart hammering in his chest.
he knew he was a lucky man.
your toes curled and your back arched when you climaxed first. lando would make sure you got yours first before he got his. and when you relaxed after reaching your peak, he hiked your hips a little higher and moved against your faster. to a speed that he knew was going to send him over the edge.
you scratched a this back, leaving pretty red lines and he continued to fuck you. this was something else. he knew he wouldn't last long and soon he finished inside the condom while inside of your sweet pussy. he groaned into your shoulder and arched his back from the heightened pleasure.
"date me." he said, "please. just date me."
you blinked at him, you immediately coming back to your senses, "what?"
he kissed you as he slowed his hips to a stop, "let's go out, for real. not when we'd go on pretend dates as kids. i want you... more than this. everything."
you kissed him once more before he pulled out. the fight taken out of both of you. your heart pounded from his words. the deceleration felt like a streak of cold through you. but in a way that made you alert. you had been friends for years.
it would make sense, but still it left you breathless.
you laid curled up in his arms. focusing on his sleepy breathing he was practically knocked out by the time his climaxed. he kept you in his arms. protecting you while under the covers, you had suddenly become a safety blanket for him. you carefully trailed your fingers up and down his arm. this was a dream come true, but you were left wide awake. lando wasn't asleep long as he woke up a little bit.
he yawned a little bit, eyes slightly closed, "go to sleep, beautiful." he said tiredly, "i'll ask you out for real tomorrow. flowers and all that. can't right now, just wanna hold you" then shifted you closer to him and fell back to sleep.
tomorrow you'd have to have a grown up conversation about what you were. and the only thing that allowed you relax for the night was the promise that he'd ask you out. that lando wanted you as much as you wanted him. <3
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Haunted Reflections
Warnings: References to Violence and Murder, mentions of Stalking, Trauma (related to losing a limb & violent incidents), Obsessive Thoughts, Unhealthy Behavior, graphic descriptions in thoughts of Gore (Violence, Bloodshed, a bit of Body Mutilation), Moral Ambiguity (we're talking about Brian Moser here, hello?), Insults (like a single word lol), mentions of Drugs (two sentences, nothing about taking them), mentions of Death
Fandom: Dexter (TV Show/Series)
Pairing: Brian Moser/Rudy Cooper x F!Reader
Request by: @ireallydontknowohcrabs
Summary: You head to your routine appointment for a readjustment of your prosthetic leg at the Miami prosthetics clinic. This time, however, you are met with Rudy Cooper instead of your usual doctor. Unbeknownst to you, his dark secrets lie hidden beneath the surface, and you’ve unwittingly captured his undivided attention and care.
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A/N: Initially wasn't sure about which direction to go with this request, but I decided on one eventually.😅 It was fun to write, so I hope you guys will it!💞 Reposts/Comments with feedback are, as always, very much appreciated!!🙏🏼 And just as a reminder: My requests are currently open.🥰💙
You expected this visit to be the same as any other to the prosthetics clinic usually was.
You were going to meet Dr. Gardner, the prosthetist who had been with you since you’d first been fitted for your prosthetic leg, and he'd make a slight adjustment to it, and then you'd leave again.
But instead of that being the case, when you walked into the clinic today, you were greeted by someone else. A man, much younger than Dr. Gardner, with a tall frame and dark curly hair stood by the window and was currently slipping on his gloves. The doctor, obvious by the signature-white lab coat he was wearing, calmly turned to you with a professional and slightly reassuring smile.
“Unfortunately Dr. Gardner’s out sick at the moment,” he immediately explained, his voice smooth and composed. “I'm filling in for him, so I’ll be the one handling your adjustment today. My name's Dr. Rudy Cooper, it's nice to meet you.” He shook your hand gently before gesturing to the chair in the middle of the room. “Please, have a seat.”
You nodded, sitting down and rolling the cuff of your pant-leg up, glancing at him curiously. “Well then let’s see if you’re as good as Dr. Gardner at putting me back together.”
Brian gave a small smile as he seated himself across from you, gently lifting your leg to begin his examination on your prosthetic. “I’ll try my best. Dr. Gardner’s very good at it, from what I hear.” His voice was light, but he was already scanning you, taking in the way you moved, the way you spoke.
When his eyes reached your hands, he had to do a double take, his world stopping. Your nails, painted in the exact same way his mother used to paint hers. The hues were extremely similar, and the order of the colors was identical.
It came out of nowhere and hit him like a physical blow. For just a second his breath hitched and his usually steady hands trembled at the sight.
No. It couldn’t be. But it was.
His mother’s nails, now on your hands, like some ghostly echo of the past.
The carefully constructed facade of calm professionalism flickered for a moment as a flood of memories surged through him.
His mother’s laughter, the smell of her perfume, the soft touch of her hand as she ruffled his hair. And then… the blood. Her blood, mixing with the colors of those very same nails.
How could this be happening? He hadn’t thought about his mother in this way for so long, hadn’t let himself remember.
Blinking a few times, he quickly put your leg down and reached for your file instead, fighting to regain control over his composure.
He couldn’t lose it here. Not now. It was just a coincidence anyway. Just some random woman with the same taste in nail polish.
Still, deep down the shock lingered, sending tremors through the carefully walled-off parts of his mind.
He flipped through your file as casually as possible, clearing his throat once to keep his tone friendly, but professional. “Just going over some notes here. It says the injury happened... a few years ago? Could you remind me of what happened, just to make sure everything lines up?”
Forcing a polite smile, the mask of Rudy Cooper slipped into place, though it felt more strained than usual. His eyes couldn’t help but glance back to your nails every time you so much as shifted, the image of his mother — and her terrified eyes, her pleading hands, those painted nails — almost overlapping with you. He could barely hear your voice over the roaring in his head.
Not noticing anything off, you nodded, hesitating for a second. You hesitated, not because the incident was difficult to talk about anymore, but because it had become such a strange story to tell. You’d almost made peace with it, enough to laugh about it sometimes.
“Yeah, it was... a pretty bad day. Tried to steal some drugs. Not for me, though.” You smiled shyly, a hint of awkwardness in your tone. “My idiot ex, thought I could help him out of a mess he got himself into. But then I got cornered by three guys with a chainsaw. Like something out of a horror movie, right?” You laughed a little, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes.
Brian’s hands paused again, but he kept his face neutral, even with the chaos inside him growing. Drugs? That was already close enough to the horrors of his past. But then you mentioned three guys with a chainsaw, and the floor seemed to fall away beneath him. Though his expression didn’t change and he resumed his adjustment on your prosthetic, the memory inside his mind hit him like a sledgehammer, and in vivid detail as well. His mother, the men, the chainsaw whirring. He was too young to stop it, too small to save her, but the memory had never left him. The blood, the screams, the way her nails had clutched at him in desperation before the world went red.
And now here you were, sitting in front of him, your soft voice recounting a version of his nightmare.
Brian exhaled slowly, maintaining a steady voice. “That’s... an intense way to lose a leg. It must have been terrifying.” His words sounded professional, if empathetic, but internally he struggled to comprehend how this was possible. How could you have survived something so reminiscent of what happened to her?
His disbelief mixed with something darker, something predatory. He had been powerless as a child, but not now. Not anymore.
The thought of you cornered by men with a chainsaw, just like his mother, made something in him snap into place. His shock was replaced by cold determination.
It was as if the universe had handed him a second chance, a way to rewrite the past. This time was different. This time, he wouldn’t be helpless. This time, he would stop the violence, before it consumed you, too.
You gave a small shrug and kept talking, oblivious to the storm brewing inside of him. “Yeah, it was... I honestly didn't believe I’d make it out alive. But it’s been a few years now and here I am, still standing. Just… in a slightly different way.” You offered a small, self-deprecating smile. “Guess I’ve learned to adapt. Well, kind of. I’m still getting used to the leg in a way, but hey, I haven’t fallen flat on my face in a while, so I guess that’s progress.” You smiled again, this time more genuine though, trying to lighten the mood. “And at least my ex didn’t get the drugs. Silver linings, right?”
Brian’s gaze darkened slightly at that, though he kept his tone light. “I see. That’s very impressive and brave of you, as I can only imagine how tough all that must have been. I’m hoping your ex is not someone you still have to deal with on top of that?”
You hesitated, biting your lip and avoiding his eyes, a little uneasy at the topic of your ex boyfriend. “Well, actually… he’s, uh, kind of been stalking me, on and off. Nothing too serious, but... it’s still annoying, you know?”
Brian's fingers flexed around your prosthetic, the material fitting securely into place. His eyes, though still composed on the surface, deepened in intensity and became more focused. Your ex was stalking you. Lurking, like a predator. His jaw clenched, and his disbelief at the situation melted away, replaced by a new resolve.
I couldn’t save her. But I can save you.
The idea of this man, your ex, still in your life filled him with an odd sense of purpose. He didn’t care about people, not really, but this was different. You had painted nails. You had suffered violence. You reminded him of her.
He would make sure nobody hurt you ever again. Starting with that ex-boyfriend of yours. Yes, he would definitely be dealt with. Permanently.
And going further, from now on, you would become his patient. Dr. Gardner had served his purpose, but Brian knew, with a chilling certainty, that you wouldn’t be seeing him again. Not if he could help it.
He forced a sympathetic chuckle, masking his true emotions as he continued to work on your prosthetic with his usual precision. “That sounds... frustrating. You’d think he’d get the hint by now.”
“Right?” You rolled your eyes playfully, trying to dispel the tension that came with the subject of your ex. “But I’m fine, really. It’s just one of those things I have to deal with.”
Brian simply nodded, his hands moving delicately, ensuring the fit was perfect, but his thoughts were miles away, plotting, considering what exactly he needed to do next to make sure you'd no longer have to do deal with it.
He was nothing if not methodical, his mind working like a finely-tuned machine, always planning, always calculating. When it came to taking care of your ex-boyfriend and Dr. Gardner, he would need to use two different approaches, that much was obvious.
Your ex-boyfriend would be the one to pay in blood. The man had been the catalyst for your suffering, the reason you had been put in a situation that mirrored Brian's own mother's gruesome death.
So your ex wasn't going to just disappear, that would be too easy, too nice. Instead, the bastard was going to feel every ounce of pain, every bit of terror that Brian imagined his mother and you had felt. He’d stalk him for days and learn his habits, figure out where he was most vulnerable. And when he’d finally make his move, it would be somewhere isolated, somewhere he could really take his time.
The act itself would neither be quick nor clean. Instead, Brian would make it messy, and visceral. He'd use tools that mimicked the chainsaw that had haunted both him and you. While he wouldn’t use an actual chainsaw, far too noisy and difficult to control, he would choose something just as violent, perhaps a hacksaw or an axe. He would let your ex feel the terror, hear the whir of a blade, and realize that his time was up.
In his twisted mind, Brian believed that you deserved closure. You needed to know that your ex-boyfriend was truly dead. Maybe you wouldn’t know it had been Brian, but you’d know your ex had been taken care of — brutally, and publicly even. The police would find the body, bloodied, hacked apart, left in some abandoned place where no one could escape the horror of the scene. It wouldn’t be a neat kill; it would be a spectacle. The kind that left a permanent mark in the mind of anyone who saw it.
It would be justice for you, and revenge for his mother.
It would be perfect.
You were going to feel safe, knowing that the danger had been wiped out, grateful that the threat was gone.
Dr. Gardner, on the other hand, required a different touch. Brian held no ill feelings toward him, the man simply needed to die out of necessity. But the doctor was a respected figure in your life, and if he simply vanished or died a violent death, you might grieve too hard, or worse, become suspicious. So Dr. Gardner's exit had to be quiet, peaceful, and leave no room for doubt. Brian could easily make it look natural, the man was already old enough that it wouldn’t raise too many questions if he were to die in his sleep anyway.
He'd slip a small dose of potassium chloride into Dr. Gardner’s food or drink, undetectable and mimicking the signs of a natural heart attack. The man would feel a sudden, overwhelming pressure in his chest, his heart seizing painfully — but he wouldn’t be able to cry for help. And in mere minutes, it would be over, and the man would be found peacefully in his bed or his office chair, just another old guy who’d met his end from "natural causes". No one would question it, and you might feel sad for a little while, but definitely not suspicious.
And Brian knew grief over a natural death tended to fade more quickly.
Then you’d return to the clinic in need of further adjustments to your prosthetic in the future, and who would be there for you? Him. The friendly, capable replacement who’d been there all along.
As Brian thought about it all, his hands checked the fit of your prosthetic, his fingers running along the edges.
“Now, hopefully this adjustment will work perfectly for you,” he then said, his voice calm as ever. “If you need anything else, any follow-up, you can come back to me and I’ll take care of it.”
You nodded — still oblivious to anything going on underneath his professional exterior — as you softly smiled up at him and stood up, testing your leg and finding it already fitting better. “Thanks, Dr. Cooper, it’s great, and that’s really nice of you. I’ll be sure to come back if I need any more work done.”
Brian smiled back, but it was colder this time, more possessive. “Rudy, please. And I’ll be here, whenever you need me.”
As you left the clinic, you felt relieved, glad that everything had gone well despite the fact that Dr. Gardner wasn't the one doing your adjustment. Dr. Cooper, or Rudy, had been kind, careful, and understanding. He was a really nice man. Hopefully you'd have him as your prosthetist again if Dr. Gardner ever fell sick another time.
Watching you walk away, Brian was certain of your return. He intended to mold your future so that you would always come back to him.
You may not know it yet, but he was going to ensure you’d never need anyone else, ever again.
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Love For You <3

“You know im not able to control my love for you. Love for you, ooh-ah, ooh-ah”
summary: in which the bllk boys reacts to you biting their cheek bcs its definitely smth i'd do tbh 😻
fandom: blue lock
warning(s): swearing, grammar errors(?), very light suggestive (nothing too smutty or whatever), shidou being shidou but js pure fluff!!
characters: Isagi, Bachira, Nagi, Shidou, Sae & Rin (im too tired typing to add more, im sorry, my loves 😭)
Isagi Yoichi
Honestly, he's so sweet, ion see him being bothered if you bite his cheek (i love isagi, he's so underrated 😔)
He had just finished showering after an intense football training and you happen to come swing by his house because you missed him.
You are now cuddled up with him on the couch while watching a movie, as he was so focused on the movie. You cant help but to just stare at him from moment to moment, admiring his existence.
"What's wrong? Is something on my face?" he finally turned to you with a small worried look and you just chuckled lightly.
"No, there's nothing wrong" you giggle it off, but despite you saying that, he can still feel your stare.
"Hey y/n—" before he could even finish his sentence, your teeth found his soft cheek and gently bit the flesh and bro just sat there frozen lmao. Despite how smart he is, he cant figure out what is happening.
You then leaned away from his cheek. "I-im sorry babe! you're just so loveable that i have to bite you!" you chuckled lightly, starting to think that maybe you've gone too far this time but Isagi just laughed it off.
"Should've just told me, no wonder why you've been staring at me" he chuckled lightly before patting your head (BRO'S JS THE CUTEST OMG UGH).
The two of you would share glances before eventually laughing together and he'll pull you into his embrace more.
He lets you bite his cheek again.
Bachira Meguru
He's so playful about it, you cant tell me otherwise 😭😭
Since Bachira is always so playful, this time, you think to yourself that you should be the one being playful.
So here you are on the same bed as your boyfriend who is having his 5th sleep of the day. Since he sleeps so much, you figured that you should try to wake him up.
Bachira was sleeping peacefully, his face looking towards the ceiling, his eyes closed and mouth gaped a little. You giggled to yourself before cuddling up to him, your head leaned towards his cheek. He let out a soft unaudible mumble.
"Bachira, you've been sleeping all day!" You whined lightly with a small pout and you may think that bro would only mumble but bro did a whole 180 turn, his back facing you 😭
"Later, Y/n" he mumbled with a sleepy tone and you whined.
"Bachiraaa" you tried to shake him gently to wake him up but of course this method would not work on that man.
You pouted again but an idea came up to your head. You leaned your face towards his cheek, you gave his cheek a small peck before eventually sinking your teeth onto the flesh of his cheek gently, biting it repeatedly but not with the intent to hurt.
"Y-Y/n??" He would mumble before his eyes finally jolt open to see you biting his cheek. he cant help but to let out a wide smile before you pulled away.
"You gotta wake up!" you crossed your arms while Bachira whined, "Hey that's not nice to disturb someone's beauty sleep!" He pouted and you cant help but to let out a small chuckle.
"Then stop sleeping" you stuck your tongue out at him and looked away. You hear him chuckling before suddenly he jumped on to you.
"B-bachira?!" you yelped lightly as you were trapped between his arms. "What were you doing earlier? I should do it to you as well!" he laughed lightly before leaning in to bite your cheek gently.
"Wait— Bachira, it tickles!!" you laughed and he hid a small chuckle.
The cheek biting ended up being a habit of you two.
Nagi Seishiro
At this point, you had to do it to get his attention from his intense gaming like cmon now
This guy has been playing nonstop, ALL DAY. That's the thing you have to put up with when you're dating him. His intense obsession with his games.
"Nagiiii" you'd whined at him as he was playing with his xbox and with his gaming headphones on. Hells, he didnt even heard your whine 😭
You pouted as your boyfriend kept clicking with his controller, he was playing fortnite...AGAIN.
You sighed to yourself as you scooted closer to him, leaning your head onto his shoulder. When he felt something on his shoulder, finally his eyes flickered onto you for a sec.
"What is it, Y/n?" he asks, his voice was low, smooth and gentle with a hint of his lazy tone. You only snuggled onto his shoulder and murmured, "Nothing..."
It was pure silence for a moment before you looked at him and something in you wanted to do something crazy like...randomly biting his cheek. You just love him so much, you cant help it.
As he was mumbling to himself, you leaned onto his cheek and gave a soft bite, your teeth sinking onto his cheek and he remained still for a second before he placed down his controller, you immediately pulled away. Scared that he's annoyed
He took of his headphones before looking at you, "You need my attention, baby?" He asks softly and you cant help but to form a smile on your lips with a small nod.
Bro ended up taking a break playing his xbox to cuddle with you.
"You should bite my cheek again if i've played too much and you feel neglected."
Shidou Ryousei
Ong, would be the freakiest about it. Bro would be sooo into it 😭
You're just bored atp. Your boyfriend has been binge watching football videos nonstop and is so hooked about it.
You were sat on the bed next to him, his laptop on his lap as you both watched random football videos that could get him "entertained".
Its not that you hate football but its been HOURS and its getting boring..so..you had many thoughts in mind since you're bored while your boyfriend was grinning creepily while looking at the screen.
"Damn, if i see that goal in real life, would've busted like crazy!" He said clearly with amusement, and whenever you see him in this state..you sometimes think to yourself that maybe your boyfriend was also into men (but that's a talk for another day 😝).
As he was watching intensely, you were crazy with boredom. It started with you playing with his hair then his neck, tracing lines on his neck then eventually out of sudden reflex you leaned in to sink your teeth into the flesh of his cheek. Of course it was not a hard bite but a light one.
When i tell you bro immediately closed his laptop...HE DID 😭.
"Babe, didn't knew you were into that too! 😈" He would say as he turned his attention to you. "Shidou, i did that just to get you off that laptop", you would chuckle at him.
"But that felt good, i could feel it rush to my veins!—"
"Shidou, dont get me started"
He would ask you to do it more (during the deed too....)
Sae Itoshi
He wouldn't even let you do it at first tbh 🙂↕️ cuz bro is so protective of his skin...like he has a ton of skincare for his face in his bathroom
You two are in the car, both of you are in the passenger seat while his driver is the one driving and he was taking a call.
You were beside him, giving him few glances while he was calling. You just cant help but to admire the famous midfielder you're dating, he's just perfect. Perfect and beautiful.
While he was calling, you were fidgeting your fingers, you just love him so much to the point you have a random thought to bite his cheek and you know yourself that it's crucial to do such thing.
But well..you just love him so much, you cant help but to risk it (i would too 😔).
You leaned in lightly but before you can even sink your teeth, he paused and placed his free hand on your face. Stopping you from going even further.
"I'll hang up." he said with his usual cold tone towards his phone before he closed his phone and turned to you. "What are you even trying to do?" he sighs lightly, his cold eyes stared deeply into yours but there was no hint of anger or annoyance, just pure confusion.
You cant help but to get embarrassed by his question. "N-nothing! J-just forget it!" you stuttered. "I was trying to...um...bite your cheek..." you muttered and when you said your reason, he was just silent and looked at you like "🤨😟".
"You are just so perfect and i love you so much so i cant help it!" you tried to defend yourself despite the overwhelming feeling of embarrassment took over you. He just stared at you again before taking a deep breath.
"As long as you dont get your saliva on my cheek, its fine" he sighed as he looked away, looking towards the window of the car. You squealed in happiness at his words.
He defo has a soft spot for you.
He'd allow you to bite his cheek in private.
Rin Itoshi
Acts like he's annoyed but is secretly ok with it 😭
So...it all started with you trying to explore more with this guy. And you are trying to show him more depth of your affection by...biting..
This man is always about football, so once he is done with his training and headed to your house to hang out a bit, you are excited.
"Im here" he would walk in and place away his shoes, "I need a damn shower" he sighed lightly as he looked at you.
"Yeah. you can use my shower" you would say as you walked closer to him, he'd let you give him a peck on the lips for a greeting.
But after the small peck, his eyes widened when he felt your teeth sank into his cheek gently. Realising he wenr stoic, you pulled away after a few seconds. His eyes would look at yours.
"What the fuck?" He'd ask out of small confusion and a slight teenie weenie annoyance and you'd raise your eyebrows at him.
"What? i cant show more in-depth of my love for my boyfriend?" you'd scoff lightly, hiding a small smile.
"By biting?" he asks. This man would be slightly so diva about it tbh 😭.
"Yes?? so what? got a problem?" you'd raise your eyebrows at him while he gave you a aide eye as if you had just committed a crime against him.
He'd mumble something unaudible before he sighed. "Whatever..do what you want. Im going to shower" he'd try to brush it off as he went past you to use your shower.
He'll get used to it.
A/N: hey so..its been a while and yes im alive!! 😍 This is my first post in a while and im sorry for being gone for too long, im so busyyy. I promise to try to upload any time i can but for the moment im giving you guys this post! So sorry for any grammar mistakes or if it's bad :( enjoy!!!
#blue lock#bllk#bllk x reader#isagi x reader#bachira x reader#nagi x reader#shidou x reader#sae itoshi x reader#rin itoshi x reader#fluff!#Spotify
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Whoops — W.S.
Pairings: Walker Scobell x Actress!Reader
Warnings: kissing ? (On the cheek)
Summary: Your boyfriend Walker made a mistake whilst you were on live…
A/N: I kind of don’t like this one 🥸 but this is a part 2 of first look! (check that one out first if you want, but it’s not required to.) also, this is awfully short and I apologise for it 🙏🏻
. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ . .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ . .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙ ✩ *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .
It had been a few months since you and Walker have been together for, but you two kept it on the down low. The people who knew were Aryan and Leah (of course), and they too kept it a secret. The only reason was because you and Walker didn’t want to try and start a whole bunch of chaos within the fandom about your guys’ relationship.
Knowing how the fans are, you both decided to not reveal anything between you two— Other than the light flirting and glances you give each other during small videos uploaded by your friends. It was nice having him as your boyfriend… texting and calling each other every day, unless he’s busy with work or school obviously.
He would also call you during his live streams with Brady Noon— but you stayed in mute because you didn’t want others to hear you talking, you just wanted to be in each other’s presence.
Due to him being busy with work, you barely had time to call or even text him anymore. Yes, he did text you, but they were mostly dry responses. However, he made sure to put an emoji at the end of them so you knew he wasn’t being dry on purpose.
The calls were brief as well, only getting around 10-15 minutes of talking before the, “I’m being called to set and retouch my makeup, I’ll call you later.” Only to find yourself waiting until the moment you fall asleep with no call from him.
He would send an apology text and tell you how much he still cared about you to ease your overthinking. You understood that he was gonna be busy a lot more than usual now that he was filming for PJO season 2.
Sure, keeping the relationship a secret wasn’t all that bad, but it was somewhat hard to take pictures together without making anything obvious (Leah was so kind enough to help you two); So, you posted the ones you found most ‘friendly’ looking.
It had been a normal Saturday when you were home, laying in your bed and rotting in your room. You didn’t need to film until the next month or so, giving you some time to relax after filming for 2 and a half months straight. Your mom was out for the day doing some errands, leaving you home alone for some time.
Walker was also busy today, needing to film for season 2, so he was going to be very distant with you until further notice— which you hated. After contemplating on what to do, you decide to go live for a bit on Instagram and interact with a few fans.
You got up from your bed and set your phone up on your desk next to your window, making sure there was enough light to show yourself clearly. You tap the ‘live’ button and waited a bit for some people to join (which was really quick). You had over 1,009 viewers already and you were pretty shocked at how many people joined the live in under two minutes.
“Hi guys! How are you all doing today?” You greet, smiling widely as you laugh at the flooding comments. Each one being: “are you and Walker dating?” “Where’s Walker?” “Do you and Walker have a thing going on??”
Shaking your head, you deny the comments. “No, we’re just close friends. And he’s doing well, just busy at the moment.” You sat there as you played with a few objects sitting on your desk, answering other questions from them.
You were getting really engrossed with the conversation that you didn’t even realise your mom calling your name until you heard your bedroom door open. “Y/n, you in here?” She asked, peeking her head in your room.
“Oh, hey mom. Sorry, I didn’t hear you because I’m live right now.” You give an apologetic smile, “did you need something?”
Your mom waved to the camera as the comments spammed “hi mrs. L/n!!”
“Just checking up on you, what do you want for dinner?” Your mom asked, moving a strand of hair out of your face.
“Uhh, I’m not sure. Surprise me?”
“Sure,” she laughs, “I’ll call you down in a bit. I invited some friends over and they might spend the night, clean your room please.”
“Okay, are they gonna sleep in here?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Mhm! I’ll let you know when food’s ready.” Your mom then left the room leaving you back to your live.
You turn back to your camera and sigh, “well, unexpected guests I guess… and my room is not that messy!”
“Yeah it is.” A familiar voice said from behind, your head snapping toward the direction. Your eyes lit up with joy when you saw your boyfriend leaning against your doorframe, making you jump up from your seat to hug him.
“Walker! I didn’t know you were gonna be here!” You exclaim, embracing him tightly to which he returned with a chuckle.
“Yeah, got some time off for a bit and decided to surprise you. I thought it was obvious when your mom said she was inviting friends over?” Walker said, looking at you with wonder.
“I thought she meant the neighbourhood friends and their children.” You shrug, pulling away but not quite letting go of him.
It was a moment of silence when he finally spoke up in a soft, sweet tone. “I missed you.”
You felt your face get warm and your smile grew, “I missed you too.”
With that, he leaned in for a quick a quick kiss, making you mirror the action until you stopped and looked away, making him kiss your cheek instead. He looked at you confused and a little disappointed, “Why’d you do that?”
“Walker, I’m live. I completely forgot.” You quickly run to your phone, grabbing it as Walker immediately became red from embarrassment. The chat was filled with spamming: “OMG” “THEY’RE DATING!!” “WALKER X Y/N CONFIRMEDD” “MY SHIP HAS SAILED.”
“Im so so sorry, oh my god.” Walker groaned, throwing himself onto the bed as you laugh lightly. “It’s okay, Walker. I guess it’s one way of telling the fandom about our relationship.”
He buried his face into the pillows and ignored you, despite his big smile on his face. You quickly said your goodbyes to the fans and ended the live, joining him in the bed. “We were gonna tell them eventually, right?”
Walker took a peek at you and nods, “yeah. I guess so, I just hope it doesn’t ruin anything.”
You lie down and mess with his curls a bit, “Just ignore them. Being with you is all that matters, you’re my ray of sunshine”
He laughed at your comment, “you’re so corny.” Laughing with him, you got closer until your mom came in the room.
“Foods ready— don’t get too close to each other now.” She says, giving a pointed look making you roll your eyes playfully as she left the room.
“Come on, let’s go eat. Im starving.” You pull at his arm and drag him out of the bed, making him get up.
“Okay, okay!” He grins, kissing your cheek and following you downstairs to eat dinner.
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(He surprised you with flowers 🤍)
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HII IM SO SORRY IT WAS SHORT 😔 BUT NONETHELESS, I HOPE YOU LIKED IT :)) it was lowk hard to finish this. feel free to send requests !!
Tag list: @defnot-bri
#fanfic#walker scobell#percy pjo#percy series#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#percy and annabeth#pjo#pjo tv show#pjo series#pjo fandom#fandom
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can you write more about bllk? I saw your other work like it and i agree with there needing to be more bllk content!
a/n: oh my goodness, i know right? like, show my soccer boys some love! i can most definitely write more about that fandom! is there anything in specific that you would like to see? i have some ideas for what else to write about, soooo, i suppose i'll share a lil sum sum with you, anon! (and everyone else, silly!!) i just want to say thank you all so much for truly liking my work! i have received so many nice things, and i can't put into words how adorable you guys are!! it means the absolute world to me:)). as alwaysss, i hope you all enjoy!!!
contents: angst (just a taddd), fluff, oneshot, gn! reader, sae being a silly lil guy, pro player! sae itoshi, breakup!! (dw tho:))), just a little something to get more ideas flowin, if i missed anything please let me know!! <3
paring: sae itoshi x gn!reader
word count: 1.0k (sum small, sum cute xoxo)
what a charmer
“i really do love you,”
his voice struck a chord in your heart.
“but you know soccer is important to me. i can’t have a distraction.”
oh.
oh.
that’s what he saw you as? a distraction? the man that you loved for years was telling you something you couldn’t believe. you didn’t want to believe. sae itoshi saw his loving partner as nothing more than a mere stepping stone.
you didn’t know what to say. moreover how to say it. you stared up at the person you had pursued for so many years, and could barely recognize him. it made you feel sick looking at his emotionless expression. you couldn’t read him like you used to.
you couldn’t do much of anything anymore. your relationship was rocky ever since he started focusing more and more on his career. which you loved. he was so passionate and happy about his work that you felt it radiate off him. seeing his games, and him working so hard for something he’s tried so hard for made you have butterflies.
that was until he had completely squashed those fuzzy little creatures. it felt as if he had no remorse for anything he had said. he had already made his mind up, and deep down you knew there was no changing it. you cursed yourself for feeling tears prickle your eyes, and that burn in your throat as if you downed a whole bottle of whiskey. you never thought it’d be this brutal with a few simple words.
you didn’t give his change in demeanor much of a second glance. turning on your heel and walking away from him. you had to be away from him. it was the only way you could handle anything in this moment. the subtle call of your name was echoing around your mind.
you didn’t turn around. deciding it was better that way. frankly, you didn’t stop until you miraculously ended up in front of your apartment door. opening the dark burgundy oak door, you looked around the dark atmosphere. it smelled of your late boyfriends cologne.
it hit you like a semi truck. dropping to your knees and screaming into your hands. the screams turned into painful weeps, as you struggled to catch your breath. the weeps became nothing more than a shuddering in your chest.
you slept in that very spot that night.
to say the following days were a tiny bit better would be a lie. you spent your days in a trance of despair and guilt. trying your hardest to come up with some sort of solution to this. but nothing ever came. the harder you thought about what you could’ve done differently, the harder you found it to not cry.
fellow companions saw the troubles you were going through, and saw how difficult it was for you to go through day to day. so, why not invite you on a little evening out?
you debated going in general. why go see a soccer game when a soccer player just broke your heart? but you digress. it got you out of the house.
you sat quietly observing the field. two teams, eleven players. one set of uniforms colored a nice darkish blue color. the other being white, and to your absolute horror, the man you still found yourself having feelings for wore that very white uniform.
it had been quite some time since you saw him last. but who’s counting? you tuned out the screaming matches between each side, and focused closely on his and everyone else’s moves. sure, you didn’t know much about soccer, but you could tell when there was improvement, and sae was full of it.
to you his talent needed no tweaking. it’s like he was genuinely made for this sport, and it showed. the only time you took your watery eyes off the pink haired man, was to see who he was competing against. his own brother.
being with sae, you’d heard the drama. you’d heard most things people didn’t, but nevertheless you were proud to see his brother make it as well.
the match went on, occasionally ‘ooohs’ and ‘aahs’ made you somewhat snap out of the trance you were in. but there was nothing more captivating than sae’s eyes traveling around for the ball. he hadn’t changed a bit, really.
the game ended, and his team had lost. shrugging your shoulders, you began to stand when a gaze hit your own so vigorously. a pair of wide eyes you were hoping you’d never see again stared up at you. you swore time stopped. you seen his arms go limp, like a million years of stress lifted from his shoulders. his eyes light up, as a kids does on christmas. truly a sight you’d never forget.
but that didn’t stop your legs from moving towards the exit. you’d seen him and that was enough. or so you thought. you were almost there. almost in the parking lot away from all of this.
until you felt it.
the damp and warm hand cradling your wrist gently.
“you came.”
you were stupid to think you could someone out run this man. but you had to give it a try. turning your head, you seen a tired, out of breath man. his eyes reading so desperately to hear him out. to stay. begging you to.
“i didn’t know you’d be here,”
your voice shook.
“but,. i’m glad you were.”
you trailed off. it was a huge step to take, but it was worth a try. his bottom lip quivered, pulling you so deeply into a hug you didn’t know you longed for. one hand rested around your lower back. the other cradling the back of your head. your arms followed swiftly after wrapping around his sweaty neck.
the two of you just held each other for dear life. afraid to let go. when sae finally pulled away, you’d seen how blood shot his eyes were, as he rested his forehead to yours. his hand traveled to your cheek caressing the bone lovingly.
“i was so stupid.”
“you were.”
“i hurt you.”
“you did.”
he chuckled at your quick comebacks.
“please forgive me?”
you pecked his nose, a smile you didn’t know you had anymore forming.
“i thought you’d never ask.”
#tumblr fyp#minors dni#minors do not interact#bllk x you#bllk x reader#bllk#bllk sae#bllk itoshi sae#itoshi sae#sae itoshi x reader#sae itoshi#sae x reader#sae x you#sae x y/n#blue lock#itoshi rin
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𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄! | itoshi rin x fem reader
part twelve: childhood || BAND AU, A BIT AGED UP
plot: after your band's last concert, a few days after Rin's, an online competition arises about who is the best bassist. A whole new challenge is created by the new fandom who loves you, but people don't know that you and the bassist of Blue Lock haven't spoken in about 3 years since you broke up, when you were sixteen
02: PAST, YESTERDAY
characters presentation here ; all the parts here
"When did you decide to play the guitar? I've never seen you here" you say to the child, putting your bass in the case "I started a few weeks ago. How about you?" he asks, and you think about it "I've been playing my bass for a long time now, I was 5 when I started!" You say, smiling at him, and he nods before walking back with his group
That Sae Itoshi was weird, but really good with his guitar. His guitar teacher always talked to your bass teacher about how he was a phenomenon, that's why you decided to talk to him for the first time, but he didn't seem particularly interested in you. Maybe he's shy, but you don't know
"Wait, Itoshi!" you say running towards him, the bass weighing on your shoulders "I'm convinced I can handle the speed with which you play your guitar, I can be your bassist!" you say, and he seems to think about it “Are you good?” he asks raising an eyebrow, and you nod "Many say that I am the best bassist of my age, in our music school" you say a little embarrassed. You see him a little perplexed as he takes the case over his shoulder "Do you have anything to do this afternoon?" he asks, and you shake your head to say no, following him with a smile on your face
As you walk towards Sae's house, you think about how you ended up in this situation: you don't even know why you care so much about being his bassist, but you think that he is capable of giving you notes that can make you electrify. You've been playing bass for 5 years now, and when you heard that the new guitarist at the music school you go was looking for some good bass players, you took the opportunity. Sae is 12 years old, a little older than you, but he already seems to be great at what he does; you have fairly high expectations, both on his part and on your part
"Come, we can go to the garage" says the child entering a small garden, taking a path that surrounds the road, which leads to the back. You follow him, looking around curiously, noticing how the outside of the house is very nice. When you arrive at the back Sae takes you into the already open garage, which overlooks a very well-kept garden, probably from her mother "You can connect your bass to that speaker. Shall we try some songs?" he asks, plugging in his guitar, and you nod, following the order that he gave you “You start, I'll join you and give you the right rhythm. After all, that's what the bass does"
Sae begins, and after a few seconds you join him: you both start playing a strong melody from a song you studied in music school, one you particularly like. Even though you've never played together you seem to have been doing it for a long time, as if a chemical reaction had taken place between your bass and his guitar. Play for minutes on end, until you reach the end
“That was so cool!” you say happy, but he doesn't seem to share the same happiness, despite being calm "It was nice. Let's try again with something else" he says, and you nod getting into position, yours fingers on the bass keys. For the second time you start playing without any problems, and you feel so happy to finally have someone who can give you emotions when he plays: you've been playing for a while, you know how it works to be paired with someone for a duet, you've always gotten along well with everyone because you're talented, but you've never had fun. But now you're doing it, you're not the only one with so much talent. It's satisfying, magical, beautiful
But as you play, you notice how someone is peeking from the last step of the garage stairs, the ones that probably lead to the first floor
Finished playing, Sae puts down the guitar, climbing onto the first step "Rin!" he says, and you are confused "If you are interested, you can come down. Observing is rude" says Itoshi, and a child comes out from behind the door, that is, from where he was hiding while he was looking at you "Sorry, Nii San" says the child coming down the stairs, looking down and apologetic
Seeing him like this, he is probably his younger brother; he could be your age, since you should be more or less the same height. He is quite different from Sae, except for the marked undereyelashes, perhaps a symbol of the Itoshi family: he has dark green hair, teal eyes and chubby cheeks. He is quite a bit shorter than Sae, that's why you're convinced he's his younger brother
When he reaches the garage floor, after going down the stairs, his gaze shifts to you: you observe each other for a few seconds, you curious about him and him for who knows what reason, which however doesn't make him look away
"Rin, I told you it's rude to stare. Introduce yourself to her" Sae says, walking over, placing a hand on his shoulder. Rin becomes serious again, standing up straight "I'm Rin Itoshi. I'm Sae's younger brother" the boy says, and Sae nods "He's 10, you should be the same age, right?" he asks, and you nod "I have 10 too, yeah"
Rin's gaze continually shifts between you and your bass as he stands a few feet away from you. You look at him curiously "Do you like my bass?" you ask, moving closer, and he takes a few steps back "Oh, yes" he says uncertainly, but you don't seem bothered by his uncertainty "Do you play an instrument too?" you ask, and Sae walks away, returning to his guitar, which he puts back on
“He said he wants to start sing-” Sae says, but is cut off from the ringing voice of his brother
"I want to play bass"
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*juno pose to acert dominance* this is my intro post bitches
basic stuff
names johnny, also fine with the hatter
im a minor (13-16)
im either pan or gay (idk which) and trans masc
he/they/it/sea pronouns pls and thanks
fandoms
life series (current hyperfixation. i love silly gay block people)
hermitcraft (been watching since december but i did go back and watch seasons 8 and 9) ((mumbo, grian and scar are my fav povs))
alien stage (worlds biggest ivantill truther)
mmu/moua (nula kinnie 4 life)
moriah elizabeth (my favs are evan, wilfred, naked christopher, jimmy and angry lemon)
heartstopper (i've read all of alice's books and watched the show but im not caught up on the webtoon yet)
(i also know a lil bit about stardew, pjsk and genshin and im trying to get into them)
music
The slay queen girl boss playlist - playlist by Manji1975 | Spotify
ma playlist
in my will wood era rn
current favs are "small time fish (big time pond)" by sorry ghost "imaginary friend" by lemon demon and "solider, poet, king" by the oh-hellos
wonderful people
@atlas-fennec my platonic soulmate fr fr. literally pookie. puts up with all my shit
@fist-full-of-feathers has described me as his "strange tumblr son" so ig he's my tumblr father *thumbs up*
@kitab00m101 pesky bird siblings fr fr (bro is literally grian)
@gaylorswiftt fire music recs. keeps me alive in maths (also so funny)
@howmanyholesinswisscheese just met today but we're already planning our desert wedding /silly (very very cool)
kins
charlie spring (heartstopper)
tori spring (heartstopper)
grian (yes the mcyt)
ivan (alien stage) (im freaky ok)
nula (moua)
hazel (mmu)
other places to find my rotting corpse
Pinterest (im a pintrest whore)
@lenniethegaynerd69 on tiktok
i had a strawpage but i lost the link :P
@seawater69 on yt (i dont post there but still)
on my gimmick blog (@askthepeskybird)
other stuff
i am very much a multishipper
dms/asks are always open
im probably neurodivergent
i post rant/vents (with tws tho)
trying to be good
clean!!
tags
#johnny yaps (a general yapping tag)
#were all mad here (alice in wonderland my beloved)
#good god (when i see uh...nice fanart)
#johnny writes (i have been known to drabble)









#intro post#life series#heartstopper#hermitcraft#alien stage#trans ftm#moriah elizabeth#mmu#moua#mcyt#stardew valley#pjsk#genshin impact#gay#pansexual#will wood#lemon demon#the smiths#solitaire alice oseman#grian#mumbo jumbo#gtwscar
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Hi hello!! Hope you're having a good day 💕 May I kindly request All Persona protags (Minato/Makoto, FeMC/Kotone, Yu and Akiren) with a Velvet Room attendant S/O?
S/o would be another one of the velvet room siblings and their social skills suck so their sibling (corresponding to the protag so to FeMC it would be Theo etc etc) decided to ask protag for help or something along those lines (and eventually the sibling would probably try to set S/O and protag up if you're fine with that)
Hope I explained it well, English isn't my first language so sorry if it's not written well:(
Fandom: Persona 3, Persona 4, Persona 5
Character(s): Kotone, Makoto, Yu, Joker
Note(s): So I kind of did one for Joker a while ago but I'm happy to write some new stuff! Also I had this done like a month ago but idk what happened to it so I did my best to redo it
Kotone
She's eager to meet you when she hears that Theo has a sibling. She's very open and bubbly and it's probably a bit much for you. But she's nice, at least.
And of course, she knows that Theo is trying to push you two together more. She smiles when he asks her to take you somewhere instead of him. Kotone is happy to accept, eager to see what kind of reactions you have
Won't be one to push you for a relationship either. Even though she knows what Theo is doing, she's happy to get to know you better and have you gradually become more comfortable.
Makoto
Elizabeth tells him that she wants him to take you out. And she usually gives him some item that is useful so he goes along with it. He's not the most open when it comes to new people, they just automatically adopt him as a friend.
It's rather awkward with the two of you. You're not great at being social and he doesn't care for being social. So, since neither of you is that great with talking, he's offering to let you listen to his music with him. Music makes him feel more comfortable and maybe it'll help you too.
And sure, maybe feelings will develop naturally with it. Makoto likes spending time with you. Elizabeth is a bit pouty that you and he are just listening to music instead of talking, but he is still hanging out with you so she's not too upset.
Yu
Yu is rather surprised that Margaret asked him to spend time with her sibling. He's only really hung out with Marie so it'll be interesting to see what other attendants there are to talk to.
With all the loud-mouthed friends he has (said in love), finding out that you're not the best at being sociable is a nice change. He still does his best to make sure you're comfortable.
Since Inaba is such a small town, there are plenty of places that he's glad to take you, but probably has to do most of the talking since everyone knows everyone and you're not the best at being social. Yu still enjoys the opportunity to spend time with you.
Joker
With the random shenanigans that the twins put him through and the verbal (and sometimes physical) abuse, he can't help but dread the idea of spending time with their sibling. But then he meets you.
And you're just awkward? You're not the best at being social. Which is fine with him since he only really pipes up when he has a witty comeback. Honestly, he's mostly amused when he hangs out with you, letting you dig a bit of a hole as you talk before giving a thumbs up because you tried your best.
Doesn't realize that he is being set up in hopes that something romantic happens with you. But Joker is enjoying interacting with you. Wouldn't be opposed to taking you on a date either.
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.⋆。゚ Art vs Artist 2024! ⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
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It's my first time doing art vs artist, but I thought it'd be a nice opportunity to see how it looks! My style has been so inconsistent this year (thanks multiple style crises), but I am proud of a few pieces. Mostly. I seem to use similar techniques and colors a lot, but I guess that's the point of an art style anyway. Everything up here is cropped a bit since I don't draw at a 1:1 ratio usually. If this is your first time seeing my work, I love The Legend of Zelda and Zelink!
Thanks for another fun year of art! ^^ Some stats below:
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I remember drawing this on the announcement day, within a few hours! It's my first post to surpass 1k!
My second post to surpass 1k!
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i need to repost this with type instead of handwriting
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I want to redraw this one, even if it's not very canon
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I will continue to change how I draw her
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I tried a slightly different look here, I think it's kinda cute!
A tie!
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Two pieces are in this post! I love Classic Zelink, so I was trying to figure out how I wanted to draw them. :) I have a lot of drawings of them to come...
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I've really been trying to figure out how I want to do backgrounds on my doodle pages. And how to draw TP Zelda properly. Still haven't figured either out, if you're wondering.
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So much from EoW... I jumped on that hype so fast, it's the Zelda game I've only ever dreamed about!! ♡ Still kind of surprised nothing from Linktober is up here, though, considering it was all the better stuff. ^^" There are a few pieces I never finished this year, also... maybe 2025 will be their year!
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Through The Keyhole, See Another Life
Inspired by the giant flannel I've been wearing for the last week and how happy it makes me. This popped into my head at work because of it so.... here you go!
Fandom: Linked Universe
Characters: Time, Legend Four
Words: 1,954
Rating: Gen
Summary: The Chain are visiting the ranch, and while most of the other boys are finishing their chores, Time stumbles across Four introducing Legend to one of his guilty pleasures.
"Four, no."
Time glances up at the very firm voice echoing down the stairs. He’s not sure if the boys even know he’s come back to the main house yet, not with the guest room being on the backside of the house and unable to see the door and all. Usually, someone would have noticed the sound of the door opening, but all the other boys are outside with Malon, helping with the chores while their smithy and veteran rested inside.
The battle in his world had been a hard one, and as much as fairies and potions can do, they seemingly can’t prevent Legend’s chronic pain or Four’s migraines, both of which had been worsening for days even before arriving at the ranch. Malon, naturally, had insisted that both boys be allowed to sleep in today, and given they’d still been curled up tight in bed, tense and stressed even while asleep, he’d been inclined to agree.
It appears they’re awake now though, no doubt having found the breakfast laid just inside the door of their room for them, since no one had known if either would be willing to risk the stairs to find something while the rest of them were outside working. Still, he’d probably better check. He's been a bit worried about the two, and now that Malon has ordered him inside (he honestly wasn’t kicked that hard! The cows are just big!) he has plenty of time on his hands while the rest of his boys finish their assigned chores under his wife’s guidance.
“Why on earth not?” The smithy’s voice is a bit higher as it trails down the stairs to where he’s shucking off his boots and stretching out his back, feeling every one of his years, even the ones that technically didn’t happen.
Legend’s sigh is audible even through the floorboards, a soft groan probably accompanying a motion. “Because I don’t want to get in trouble?”
There’s a part of time that wants to snort at the words; the two heroes sound like children arguing about pulling a prank on their parents, but then the fact that he and Malon would be said parents in that situation hits him and it’s not as funny. Additionally, these are teen heroes, the idea that Legend is wary about it means whatever Four wants to do is either very dumb, very silly, or very dangerous, and he’s not sure which is the worse scenario.
He moves for the stairs, ears tuned closely to the door above, but feet quiet so they won’t hear him coming.
“I do this all the time, it’s nice! Come on, you’d love it if you let yourself.”
Okay then, less a worry, he pauses, listening. They’d probably resent that, but he’s curious now, and still a bit wary. He has to remind himself that Legend and Four are, in fact, two of the more level headed heroes- most of the time. At any rate, they’re usually pretty responsible, so even if he’s more used to Wild and Wind and (Hylia help him) Warriors, he really shouldn’t doubt them so much.
“Yes,” the bed upstairs creaks, “but you’re you. I’m me. There’s a big difference in how they’d react to you doing this- heck, Twilight would probably think it’s cute from you, and Sky definitely would-” definitely not dangerous then, or risky, or likely to cause damage of any sort “-but it’d be a whole different story with me.”
“You’re just scared to try.” Four taunts, headache clearly gone.
The bed creaks, like someone’s flopped on it. “Four, I am in too much pain to sit through Twilight chewing me out for being an ‘asshole’ again.” There’s a tick in the vet’s voice, a small hitch on the offending title. Come to think of it, his pup does tend to call the vet that pretty frequently.
Four doesn’t pause though, continuing his insistence on...whatever he’s insisting. “Then don’t touch Twilight’s things, he can’t be mad on someone else’s behalf.”
“He is.” Legend clips back. “frequently.”
Does his pup really chew the vet out that much?
“Blame me,” the smithy suggests, off-handed.”
The bed creaks again, a longer one, most likely as it’s resident shifts to face the smithy. He can imagine the deadpan tired stare and heavy sigh that likely touches their young vet’s face. “That’s the definition of an asshole move.”
“Then let me say it was my fault.”
“Again, you’re different. They‘d excuse it from you, but as a person with my own free will, they will blame me for-”
“Oh stop being a stick-in-the-mud!” Four huffs, petulant almost. He must be in one of his more childish moods, no doubt Red’s fault. It happens from time to time when they’re in a safe place and the smithy isn’t constantly around the other heroes. He didn’t think Legend would be allowed to see it, but maybe he’s wrong about that, because the smithy’s voice definitely has picked up the mannerisms of his more emotional aspect. “Just take this and put it on!”
Are they....is Four trying to get Legend to play dress up of some kind?
“Is that Time’s?” It’s hesitant, guarded, wary.
“He won’t mind, or notice either, I expect. He never does.”
Is Four getting into his things without his knowing? Since when? Time’s feet start back up the stairs again, only to pause once more at the vet’s hesitant voice.
“You sure he won’t crucify me or something?”
Malon’s going to kill him. That’s the impression he’s giving these younger heroes?
“Just do it,” Four huffs, “stop being a baby.”
And of course, insulting Legend is no way to get him to make the smart decision, whatever it is they're on about. He sets up the stairs again, creeping to the door of the guest room once he's reached the second floor and peeking around the door frame. The door’s still shut, but it’s little trouble to turn the handle ever so slowly and push it open enough to see what’s going on inside.
He’s not expecting what he sees.
Four is standing in the middle of the room, Sky’s embroidered undershirt hanging off of him like a rather short dress as he stares at the vet who’s still sitting on the bed where Time had left both of them early this morning. The vet, in turn, has similarly shed his own sweaty clothes, which he can see tossed over a nearby chair, and the pink-haired teen is currently drowning in what he recognizes to be one of his own tunics. The collar isn’t laced yet, but the vet is currently yanking at it to stop it trying to slip off a shoulder, struggling though because the sleeves of the outfit seem to have utterly swallowed his hands.
Four giggles. Red is definitely fronting, although the smile he sees on the smith’s face is more like Green’s. “Let me help.”
“It’s just the sleeves,” the other boy huffs, “I got it.” He doesn’t.
Time finds himself stifling a chuckle as he watches the vet fumble and fuss, switching between trying to free his hands and trying to tighten the collar. Any worries that the two were up to anything nefarious have long since vanished, although his will to see what they’re doing hasn’t.
They look like actual kids like this, Four decked out in stollen finery and Legend drowning in Time’s own clothes, much too big for him, to the point that with the next attempt to free his hands, long sleeves flap freely and loose in an effort of some sort (he can only presume) to make them fall down naturally. That effort though is quickly forgotten, the vet’s face loosening, softening somewhat, eyes wide as he pauses and then tentatively flaps the sleeves again. Four giggles, and Legend’s chuffing laughter follows it as he grins as his trapped hands and the excess fabric that shakes and snaps with his quick movements.
“Welcome,” the smithy sounds, “to the wonders of over-sized clothes. You’re welcome.”
“I hate you,” Legend sighs, but there's not a bit of actual malice in the words as he flops back against the pillows on the bed, seemingly having given up on trying to fit into Time’s clothes and instead accepting his fate. The boy’s face screws up a moment later in confusion though, and he lifts a hand to his face again with a frown, sniffing slightly at the shirt sleeve.
Time desperately, desperately hopes that Four didn’t steal that from his travel bag or dirty laundry. Except, he must not have, because Legend’s face softens again, this time into a smile, and he curls up a bit, burying his face in the fabric with a little hum that is strangely out of place for the harsh veteran they all have come to know. More so though, is the way Legend rubs his face across the fabric, ears flapping. It’s strangely adorable.
“Nice?” Four is definitely gloating.
Legend’s face rises for a moment out of the sleeves, a whole different person than Time knows, bitter-sweet smile and flushed cheeks. “’t smells like home.”
Something in his chest clenches violently.
There’s no such reaction from the smith though, who just looks pleasantly surprised, but nods it off with a smile, moving a bit closer and settling on the bedside, careful not to stir it and earning a brief look of thanks from the vet who is, now that he looks, still a bit pale and carrying tension around his shoulders and eyes. “Really?”
“Yeah” violet eyes fall down to stare at long sleeves, hand flapping slightly inside again, but not enough to do more than make the fabric shift and shuffle a bit. “Time must use the same aftershave as-” a pause, a twitch of the face into a frown. “It’s a familiar scent.”
It’s also a new one. Malon had got it for him for their wedding anniversary last year. He forgets what she called it, but she loves it, so he does too. On the road, it hardly matters what he smells like, but it makes him think of her and, like the captain says, it’s good to do small things for yourself even when traveling and fighting and struggling. Life’s not much worth living if it’s all harsh and you deny yourself even the small joys accessible to you. For him, that joy is remembering how his wife beams and showers him with kisses once he’s fresh faced again, but in the room before him, it can also mean stealing your team-mates' too big clothes and curling up in them when you aren’t feeling your best.
The smile that pulls across his face as Legend rolls over to face Four better, curled up tightly in himself as the smithy laughs about something, both looking peaceful, is also one of those things.
For a moment, a precious, fleeting moment, he can almost forget the two boys in the bedroom across from his own are heroes who have to save the world. Instead, he can almost imagine them waking up there and joining farm chores every day. No pain brought on by whatever these two have faced would exist in such a world and instead they’d be free to run wild around the barnyard, racing to finish chores or pulling pranks and making mischief like boys their age should be doing.
It’s a nice picture, and not even properly bitter-sweet, even though he knows it can’t be, because they're still there in front of him, peaceful and content and chattering quietly, one of his boys curled up in his shirt and the other in Sky’s, both discussing scents and colognes and what smells signal home.
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—Why’d you only call me when your high?



Sirius Black x fem!reader A/N: I am new to the marauders fandom so if the characters are out of character I apologise. I am open to feedback and tips<3
You sat in your room, warm blankets spread over you and your bed with warm jasmine tea in your hands. You were at home to celebrate the upcoming chritsmas day, deciding to skip staying at Hogwarts and celebrating with your friends for the year which wasn’t really a big problem; most of your friends happy that you would be able to the spend that special day with your family when some of then didn’t have that chance.
One particular person wasn’t so happy you left for the holidays and that person was none other then Sirius Black; your ex from 4th year. He was a nice guy, but it hurt you that he never really cared to aknowledge you and your feelings. It ended once you had seen him with some Gryffindor girl you couldn’t care less to remember which to put it lightly had been the last of your patience. Ever since then you’d barely cross paths; whether it be because he was scared to face you, or he simply never really cared for you at all which wouldn’t have surprised you, not one bit. You looked over to your ‘memory box’ as you liked to call it and got out of bed, opening the old and dusty thing to get hit with nostalgias warmth, yet cruel coldness.
A dried rose Sirius had given you the say he asked you out, the guitar pick he threw your way one day when you went to see the boys performing in a small pub in Hogsmeade and none other then a polaroid photo of the two of you kissing on Sirius’ birthday; taken by James with the camera Sirius had just gotten from his friends.
You smiled softly, looking back at those moments when you were truly happy and enjoying life at the wizarding school but ever since that day when everything had gone down hill it felt like something in your heart was empty. A certain spot that was made for one person only, and that person was Sirius. You missed him dearly, you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore and with everything you had going on, being in his arms was truly the only thing you wanted. You wanted your ‘rockstar’ no one else.
“Y/N, someone’s on the phone wanting to talk to you!” Your mother stormed in and you quickly closed the box, putting it behind your back. “Bloody hell mom, you ever heard of knocking?” An intimidating glare from your mother got you to quickly shut up and head downstairs where the cellphone was located, your father down the hall in the living room watching something on the TV while your mother prepared dinner. “Hello? This is Y/N speaking.” You say into the phone and wince as the loud sounds of music and chatter fills your ears. “Hey doll, I miss you.” A very familiar voice slurs, giving you chills. “Sirius.” You say through gritted teeth, your grip on the phone tightening. “S’me! Your rockstar!~” He giggles and starts mumbling incoherent things. Your heart aches, having thought enough about him for the day but it was like someone was against you and brought you together again, even if it was just a mere phone call. “Sirius Orion Black, where are you?”
“Aw, come on love don’t be angry w’me.” He sighs, his words slurred and almost desperate as if he was waiting to talk to you the whole night. “Everythin’ hurtss.. M’tired Y/N.”
“Sirius, tell me where you are I’m coming to get you.” After what felt like a millennium of trying to get him to say the address, you were on your feet and out of the house. A feeling of excitement and longing was pulsing through you like a wild fire, a sort of happiness you haven’t felt in a while. The cold breeze of Londons harsh weather was slowly hitting you, cursing your forgetfulness and for being so foolish as to forget your jacket mid November.
Sirius on the other hand has never really moved on from your warmth he so longed for after never actually appreciating it those years ago. He missed the way you’d walk past him in the halls, giving him the cutest smile even when it was evident you’d been struggling that day with something of your own. The way you would give him affection like it was simply overflowing you and you being the sweetest soul out there had the need to share the said affection. He missed everything, the way your eyes would light up whenever he gave you tickets to his ‘shows’ and the way you always cheered him on no matter the circumstance; he hated that he took it all for granted when he quite literally had it all.
His urge to talk to you was just too hard to contain anymore and in his drunken state ten fold which lead to him giving you a call during the late night hours of which he was invited to a party by his mates who even encouraged him to approach you somehow or give you a hint that he was interested; yet again.
It all just felt so unreal when he finally heard your sweet voice again, his brain so foggy and dazed from the alcohol he forgot he ever even thought of letting his mind slip to another woman. It was just like old times to him when he would call you at parties, updating you on his whereabouts and you being you always tended to pick him up because you worried for him and his wellbeing. You were the reason he quit smoking for a while before everything went wrong and your comforting, thoughtful words went along with you. ´I was s’stupid..´ He thought to himself, resting his head into the cold palms of his hands, his eyes drooping and mind falling asleep when he got harshly tugged by the collar and up onto his feet.
And there you were, his angel right before him looking as gorgeous as ever. However you did look like you were about to kill whoever crossed your path of wrath. The car ride to your home was mostly silent, soft snores could be heard from the passanger seat as you eyed the hand that was rested on your thigh. “Stupid Black, stupid, stupid Sirius Black.” You said through gritted teeth, your cheeks reddening with rage yet embarrassment as you scolded yourself for melting from such a simple touch.
Once you got home you woke him up with a slap to the cheek, the poor boy jolting awake from the sudden sting. “Jeez doll, w’was that for?” He groaned, stumbling out the car and heading towards you, pulling you into an embrace. You inhaled his scent, a hint of cigarettes, alcohol and his cologne that has never really changed over the years filled your nose. “You’ve been smoking again, haven’t you?” You said, looking up at him with a stern look while he just smirked. “A guy needs a cancer stick, or two sometimes.” He jokes, giving you a sheepish smile. You rolled your eyes and dragged him inside your home, quickly pulling him up the stairs to your room which you locked just in case your mom decided to burst in again in the middle of the night like she did just a few hours ago. “Yeah i’ll be saying that once they’ll be burying you into your grave, Black.” You hissed, looking through your things for a spare shirt your dad borrowed you not long ago and throw it at him.
“Change, the bathroom is that door right there if your two drunk to notice.” “Exactly like you didn’t notice my feelings back in fourth year.” You mumbled the last part, changing into your own pyjamas once he left for the bathroom. “Fucking asshole.” You say into your pillow once you let yourself fall face first onto your bed with a soft thud. A few minutes later Sirius came out with nothing but the shirt and pyjama pants you found that belonged to your older brother who had moved away once he ended his studies.
Before you could get a single word out he plopped down onto the bed next to you, nuzzling his face into your neck, one hand under your shirt on your lower back and the second holding onto you.
Your heart fluttered, the once empty place in your heart now full which felt so, so wrong after such a long time of hating and pushing away anything to do with the boy that was now laying in your bed, cuddled into your side. “I love you Y/N.” He whispers into your ear, something you missed so dearly and now you had it and damn it was kind of weird. How the hell could you have fallen in love again with the same boy that has treated you like nothing less then shit over the few months you were together; how could you let your heart long for such a person but just why, why did it feel so right?
“Why? Why do you love me Sirius?” You whispered in disbelief, the words slipping out so naturally like you’ve been dreaming to ask him that since you broke up. “Why should I believe you love me when all you’ve done in the past is hurt me? Don’t perceive me as so naive I won’t let you into my heart so easily again.” Lies. Lies, Lies, Lies. You’ve already let him in but you just couldn’t accept it. You couldn’t have possibly let him in so easily, right? Impossible.
“I know I was foolish, I shouldn’t have taken you for granted. Your sweet soul, charming smile, thoughtful words and loving personality is what I admire about you. You were supportive and always by my side, something I didn’t appreciate and should’ve. The way your touch feels is heavenly and I long for that feeling, I sleep so I can feel your touch but even in my dreams a big piece of my heart is missing. It’s missing you, Y/N. I miss my girl.”
“It’s been years and I know I fucked up, like really fucked up but I love you and want to live the rest of my life with you and by your side. No more hurting you, no more pushing you away and I can say with pure honesty that I will never as much as glance at another girl in such a way ever again. Please, darling I need you by my side, through thick and thin i’ll always be here and never again be disloyal to you just please give me a chance.”
His words sink into you like daggers, but in a good way. It was all you needed to hear, everything you ever wanted to spill from his mouth all those years ago and your heart would’ve been his even the same day he messed up. An apology. A genuine, thought through apology. You smile softly, cupping his cheek. “I missed my boy.”
That was all he needed to hear and his lips were on yours, the kiss being soft, slow and loving. It was like your lips were meant for just each other and no one else, like you two were made for one another.
You finally had your darling boy, the one that has kept you up with tears and a sense of loneliness every single night from that dreadful year at Hogwarts. Now you finally had it all again, and Sirius couldn’t agree more. He had his angel and you had your rockstar, forever together never to part ways again.
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Thank you for the tag, @pauls1967moustache! My heart is in my fiction, and I'm happy to talk about a bit. <3
How many works do you have on ao3?
15! All within the Beatles fandom (various pairings, but with a focus on J/P).
What’s your total word count?
95,825.
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
In John's Lap (early days mclennon), play me one of yours (early days, Jim POV on J/P), Brian Manages (Sole Direction) (1968; Brian lives AU/Fix it, mclennon from Brian POV), Serenade in Paul (PWP mclennon), I was the dream weaver (1968/1969 breakup, angst; John POV)
Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?
I do. I deeply appreciate it when people take the time to let me know their thoughts, or simply that they liked my story—and replying feels like completing a handshake.
What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?
Probably I was the dream weaver—there is some hope in the end, but it's a small flame in a dark night. But the love is there.
What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?
I think Brian Manages, which is only appropriate, since it's a Secret Santa gift (2023). Yes, the story is about saving Lennon/McCartney, but it's mainly about Brian, and it was important to me to give him a happy ending as well. And, of course, Eyes of the Storm: John goes to a private opening of Paul’s EYES OF THE STORM exhibition to meet with Paul, who, after many years and many ups and downs, is still his lover, and his favorite collaborator. Shameless wish fulfillment fic: John lives, everyone lives…and everyone is there.
Do you write crossovers?
Not yet, but I would love to one day! I can't think of any, though...
Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Not yet.
Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I do write smut, and I think I tend to write smut with feelings. No specific kinks yet, except...Paul's leg fur and body hair. And his entire spritely gestalt.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware. Brrr.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Again, not that I'm aware.
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yes, twice, with @ohjohnnysblog. Thank you, OJ, for holding my hand during my very first fic, Storage Space, and for coming back for Serenade in Paul!
What's your all-time favourite ship?
I'm probably mainly a John/Paul fan, but I have a soft spot for Paul/Mal, and actually enjoy Paul/ any male Beatles-adjacent character, or Paul in a threesome...
What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?
I am determined—*determined!*—to finish my story about Old Man Paul releasing his mclennon dreams/memories on the world. I'm also determined to write a long Woodland Sprite Paul AU. One day.
What are your writing strengths?
I swear I'm not fishing for compliments, but I honestly can't say. I don't hate my writing, I'm just reluctant to analyze myself that way, you know. But if I had to pick one: I think I have the ability to remember, out of all the Beatles stuff I read and saw and thought about, the right detail at the right time while writing. Not as in listing facts, but as in: this would fit nicely here.
What are your writing weaknesses?
English isn't my first language, which in the context of Beatles fic means I'm not your best choice if you're looking for realistic Liverpool dialogue to leap off the page. I wish I had Paul's talent for mimicry...!
What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
People can do what they want, but if there's entire pages in a language I can't read, and no footnotes to help me, the story isn't for me. Individual words and phrases are a different thing, of course.
What was the first fandom you wrote for?
This one! Beatles! McLennon! Paul, you were my first, and I was your billionth!
What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?
Breaking news, I think I might try my hand at Peaky Blinders at some point...
What's your favourite fic you've written?
Similar to you, Mo, I love all of mine equally, but I have special love in my heart for the fic that lifted me out of a spell of the writing horrors this fall: Johnny Gentle and His Group, about the Silver Beetles' 1960 Scottish Tour. And, of course, Hurricaneville: leg combing McLennon in 1961!
Tagging, if you’d like @eveepe, @revollver, @m1ssunderstanding, @unchaineddaisychain , @therealsaintscully and @scurator!
#asks#my fic#writing#my navel isn't as furry and soft as Paul's but it was fun to gaze at it nevertheless!#mclennon fanfiction#mclennon
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Corruptible
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Faith Lehane x fem!r
Genre: Smut
Words: 2.8k+
Summary: Faith can’t help but want to corrupt you… just a little. She was practically hooked on you and when she got that itch… well she would only have one thing on her mind until it was scratched.
Warnings: dom/sub dynamics; overstimulation; strap-on use (r receiving); top!Faith, bottom!r; rough sex; choking; a lil innocence kink…
A/N: Just a short little smut fic of Faith being... well you know... Faith. Hope y'all enjoy. The Dru one will be next and then I might focus more on the actually more serious, angsty Faith fic.
Faith was feeling cooped up. It really wasn’t her jam to be sitting around like this. Her time of sitting around doing research on whatever big bad was lurking had been long over. She hasn’t done this shit since she was part of the misguided Scooby gang. But here she was, pretending to pour over books while you sat on the other side of her tiny studio apartment. How did she get pulled into this?
Oh yeah, she bumped into you two minutes before becoming a demon’s midnight snack and immediately she was smitten. Of course, she had to go and fall for a softy with a heart to help the helpless. And, of course, when you found out about Faith’s slayer status you were eager to be her useful little sidekick.
You were also a worrier though. So, that made Faith go along with your little plans. Something about being more prepared, finding weakness faster than just throwing everything at it… blah blah blah… Honestly Faith zoned out about that conversation and instead focused on how nice your tits looked that day. She did that kind of often. It wasn’t that she didn’t value what you said. She really did. It was just that you were so endearing when you were passionate about something and it made Faith’s mind wander.
Like now for instance. You were sprawled out on the floor, very focused on whatever it was you were reading. Faith was again paying attention to anything but the monster at hand. Currently, she thought about how innocent and unsuspecting you looked as you scanned the pages in front of you. It made the wheels in Faith’s mind start turning it.
It was always when you looked particularly small and adorable that got Faith going. She had this weird, maybe slightly twisted need to corrupt you just a little bit. But not in an evil way. No, she’s been there, that's the past. This was in an almost… animalistic way.
So an idea came to her. Abruptly, Faith shot up from her spot. You watched as she dug for something under the bed. She purposely shielded whatever she was grabbing from view and scurried into the bathroom.
You stared at the door for a moment, shrugging it off when she didn’t come out quickly enough to keep your attention. Your eyes went back to the books in front of you, dutifully trying to sleuth out this demon’s origins and weak points.
A moment later, the bathroom door opened again and your eyes went up to glance at Faith. She had the perfect poker face on, but still something told you she was up to something.
She plopped down on the bed and started to grin down at you. This had your full attention now.
“Let’s take a break, babe,” She said with a hint of excitement in her tone.
“Okay…” you said hesitantly. “And do what?” She was definitely up to something.
“Well first you could strip for me.”
You immediately blushed at that, your eyes bugging out of your head. “Faith!” You exclaimed, jumping to your feet. “We’ve got serious work to do!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Faith rolled her eyes teasingly. “But baby, I’ve got that… itch.”
Of course she did. She was practically useless in terms of brain work until she fixed that little problem. Faith warned you up front that she had a pretty strong libido. She said it was probably a slayer thing. You thought it was really just a Faith thing.
“Please, baby?” She broke you out of your thoughts. The way she was looking at you was already breaking your resolve. She had her lip between her teeth and was giving you those hungry eyes that already had you weak at the knees.
“I guess we have been going for a while…”
“That’s right, babe. Time for a break.” She leaned forward where she sat, the anticipation of what was to come already had her body buzzing. “Now, give us a show?”
Your face flushed even more at this, but you rolled your eyes to play it off. You were still going to give her what she wanted, you just didn’t know how much of a show that would be.
For whatever reason, your hands went to your jeans first. Popping the button of them before moving to the zipper, you noticed the way Faith watched your every move. You shimmied out of them slowly until they fell to the ground and you stepped out of them. Then you did the same with your panties. Your hands went to your shirt and started to tug up, but then you saw Faith’s hand shoot out in a stop motion.
“Wait!” Faith interrupted. “Leave it on.” There was something about the image in front of her that had her eager to just grab you and throw you on the bed. It was her shirt you were wearing, after all. So, to see you in just her shirt and nothing else had her feeling more and more keyed up by the second.
You shifted where you stood. Not entirely sure what you were waiting for. Faith, on the other hand, enjoyed the way you squirmed under her gaze. She also loved the way you were waiting for her to give you your next order. The way she already had you a little bit in tune with her, trained to be good for her. She could feel the wetness flood between her legs where she sat.
“What next?” You asked impatiently, feeling very exposed, despite still being half dressed.
Faith’s smirk just grew as she looked you up and down. What she had planned next was going to get a reaction out of you, she was sure of it. She could almost picture it, and she couldn’t wait for it to come to fruition.
“Now…” she started. “You’re gonna come here, princess and do as you’re told.” Faith gave you a devilish smile. Her hands went to her belt. Your eyes were glued to the way she slowly undid it and then began to pop the button of her jeans. Then your gaze went a little lower. How did you miss the slight bulge in her pants?
Faith’s eyes never left your face though. She was wearing a cocky smirk as she watched your cheeks slowly flush when she began to pull out the toy she had hidden. She let you take it in for a second, your eyes widening as you realized that must have been what she scurried to the bathroom to put on. Of course she would want to shock you with it. That was something so… just so Faith. She loved the way she’d get you flustered and she was doing a damn good job of it right now.
Faith slapped both her legs. The sound caused you to jump and break your dazed stare at the toy between her legs. “So, c’mere.” Faith’s hands planted on the bed as she leaned back a little. “Ride my cock.”
You blanched. Your eyes went from her face to the strap-on and back up. You’d never done that before.
With hesitant steps you approached where Faith was perched on bed. Again you looked at the toy between her legs before looking back up into her eyes. Her pupils were totally blown and she licked her lips as she watched you slowly start to mount her.
“That’s it,” She purred as she watched you line the toy up with your entrance. “Good girl.”
Her words instantly sent a flush to your cheeks, but still you focused on the task at hand. You slowly let yourself inch down on it. It wasn’t fast enough for Faith though.
In a flash her hands were on your thighs. She simultaneously pressed your body down and thrust her hips up, fully sheathing the toy inside you. You let out a strangled cry at the feeling of being so filled by her, but you also felt instant pleasure with the way she rolled her hips a second later.
It didn’t take long for you to do the same, rocking yourself into Faith to match her motions. One of her arms hooked around your body as she fucked up into you while the other moved behind her to keep her balanced.
She had ordered you to ride her, but really it was her movements that had you bouncing up and down on her lap. You were just doing your best to keep up with her, your hands gripping fistfuls of her tank top to keep yourself upright and grounded.
Faith had that cocky grin on her face the whole time. Watching you moan and whine on top of her gave her a sense of pride and even power that slaying never quite did. It was something about having you so completely like this, her cock buried deep inside you, making you do the filthiest things without a peep of protest that made her feel like that. No one else could do that, but her. So as you began to shake on top of her, signaling your impending release, something primal took over her.
With her hold on you, she had you flipped with your back hitting the mattress hard in two seconds. With a growl, she started pumping herself into you with what you could only describe as slayer speed. Your hands still held fistfuls of her shirt as she fucked you to your edge. You let out a long whine and your body shuttered as you came around her cock, but she didn’t even slow down.
Instead, she grabbed your legs and pushed them up until your knees practically hit your chest, allowing her to pump deeper inside you. At this point you couldn’t stop yourself from constantly moaning. The way Faith hit deeper inside you than any time before and the fact that you haven’t even come down from your orgasm was making you lose total control of yourself.
Faith, meanwhile, was grunting on top of you. It was like she was in a total trance as she fucked you. Her eyes went from watching between your bodies and being mesmerized by the way her cock disappeared inside you, to watching your face as it twisted in pleasure.
It wasn’t long before you came again, crying out her name as you did. She actually slowed down this time, allowing you to catch your breath.
Her hand glided up your body until it stopped at your throat. She let it rest there, her fingers wrapped around your neck but not applying any pressure. Her head cocked to the side as she stared down at you.
“Why is it,” She began breathlessly, “that I can never get enough of you. Is this what it feels like for a vampire to crave blood? Only, you know, for me it’s your pussy…”
She was always so crass. But with her cock still buried in you and the way she was licking her lips and looking down at you like a snack… you couldn’t deny all of it, even her words, turned you on all over again.
“I’m not done with you.” She said that more to herself than you, punctuating that with another slow roll of her hips. You groaned and braced your hands on her shoulders, trying to indicate to her to hold up a moment. Words were escaping you though. Not because she was pressing harder on your neck now. No, she still wasn’t cutting off your airway. No, it was because the last orgasm she gave you still left you breathless.
“I just want one more, princess.” It sounded more like a demand than a request, yet you still weakly nodded your consent. Her hips rolled into you again and this time it seemed like she was going to take it slow.
She pulled the toy almost all the way out, taking a breath, while you held your own. Then without warning she snapped her hips, bottoming out again inside you.
You cried out for her again and her hand flexed on your neck. “Yes, fuck, scream for me, baby,” she growled above you as she repeated the action. The control she felt in that moment was almost like a drug. The way you were so helpless underneath her hold gave her such a rush. She literally held your life in her hands, with the way her hand applied just the slightest pressure to make your breaths turn shallow.
But it wasn’t her knowledge of her strength compared to your weakened, fucked out state that made her feel so high right now. It was the fact that you had utter trust in her as she pressed harder. It was such a wild mixture of love and lust that ran through her veins as she picked her pace back up and began fucking you abandon. She would never hurt you, even if she easily could, and you knew that deep down as you let her absolutely ruin you in the filthiest way.
The choked out cry you gave as her hips slammed into you gave her indication to let up a little bit. Her hand left your neck and you took a deep breath before another pathetic moan left your lips at a particular hard thrust from her.
You were a whining, moaning mess and all you could do was turn your head into the pillow and take it. At some point your hands have left her body to grab at the sheets. Your nails dug into the mattress as Faith’s hips met yours in a way you were sure was going to leave bruises.
“I know princess, I know,” Faith grunted from above you as you let out yet another pathetic whine. It was all becoming a little too much, but still it was unbelievably pleasurable. “But you’re taking me so well.”
At this point you thought Faith’s goal was to fuck you absolutely raw. And honestly, she thought about it, but she needed you in one piece for when she inevitably had this same itch to scratch again in the next day or two.
Your face was fully buried in the pillow now and your whole body was shaking. Faith was leaning down to basically attack your neck with her teeth and tongue as she kept fucking you. With a low moan that was muffled by the pillow, you finally came for a third time. Your back arched as she drew the orgasm from you and your knuckles turned white from how hard they were holding onto the bed.
Faith let you ride out the orgasm, slowing to a stop as you came down. She finally pulled out of you after a moment, practically collapsing on top of you as she did.
She honestly wasn’t even exhausted though. Not even a little tired. She could go all night if you could take it. But you were still so fragile, so new to her slayer strength that she didn’t want to push you to your limit yet. Just strengthen your endurance a little… So instead, she willed herself to calm down and pulled you into her arms.
You were still out of breath as your head pressed to her chest. She was also breathing hard, her excitement still not quite quelled. If she kept going she was sure she would break you, and that was something she swore she would never do.
She wanted to ruin you, sure. But she planned to do that over and over again for as long as you’d let her. That meant she obviously had to make sure she left you in one piece after practically fucking your brains out.
You nuzzled into her as your breathing relaxed. It was this part of the night that she wasn’t used to yet. The softness that came with you being hers. She didn’t mind it though. Fuck like an animal and love like… well whatever this was. Gently. Delicately. Faith hadn’t adjusted to it yet, but she would get there.
Her strong arms folded around you and tightened slightly. You hummed in appreciation for that small act of affection.
Having your naked body pressed closer to her still had her a little revved up, but she was willing herself to chill out for you. Maybe, she could push it a little more after a bit of rest. Maybe she could convince you for another round. After all, she was still wearing the strap…
A devilish grin spread on her lips again as her hands began to roam your bare body. She was never good at waiting anyways. You looked up at her with such a curious innocent look that had Faith’s heart racing again. Seriously, you couldn’t give her those cute doe eyes. It made her want to corrupt you in the dirtiest ways…
“Just one more, princess, yeah?” She practically purred into your ear.
You gulped, but nodded. Your body was sore and spent but when she gave you that hungry look of hers, how could you say no?
It was a long night and as per true Faith nature… it was not just one more.
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I feel the need to make a small intro post, because although I prefer to be anonymous online, it would still be nice for people to be able to get to know me. (Also a post with links to the Byler fanfics I have written, and fanart I have made.)
I'm not comfortable sharing my real name, so you can just call me my username, or the abbreviated version oatm.
I'm diagnosed autistic, and also have a very severe history of mental illness. And, I am very open about my 4 years spent in the troubled teen industry (it's actually about to be my 1-year of being home anniversary as of making this, which is the longest I've been home for since 6th grade!).
I'm very imaginative. Some of my interests are writing, reading and drawing. I also love a good analysis.
The only fandom I'm currently active on is Byler, but I have a lot of other pieces of media I'm interested in, such as:
-The Perks of Being a Wallflower
-Young Royals (as long as I pretend season 3 doesn't exist)
-Red, White & Royal Blue (as long as I pretend the movie doesn't exist)
-Heartstopper (as long as I pretend the TV show doesn't exist, are you sensing a theme here?), and all of Alice Oseman's other books (especially I Was Born for This, and Radio Silence)
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Some links to the Byler fanfics I have written:
Don't listen to assholes Are you okay? series (complete)
Max doesn’t cry very often, but this is enough to make her eyes fill with tears. She can’t respond, so she just shakes her head instead. Will buries his head in his hands, and she remains there, lost in thought. How is she even supposed to handle this information? Is he a su*cide risk, or was he simply saying that being told to k*ll himself made him briefly think about it? Should she tell Joyce?
“Don’t listen to assholes.” She eventually comes up with. It’s really just a brief summary of what actually needs to be said, but she can’t be articulate when she’s been hit with this situation.
Or: Max witnesses a bullying incident with Will, and suggests they skip the rest of the school day. They go to the junkyard and talk about Mike, college, and eventually the events of the day.
Sleep in my room? Are you okay? series (still in progress)
Over the past few weeks, the already murky line between friends and something more with Mike and Will has been further blurred. They’re stuck in a sort of limbo, and have been for some time. The thing is, Mike has been aware of his feelings. Will has been, too. They just don't do anything about it, and both have their own reasons to justify this static place in their relationship.
However, their relationship is progressing anyway, even without intention, or some label. Maybe it’s because sleeping in the same room is so intimate, or maybe it’s simply going to the place it needs to be. In any case, things are changing, and progressing, whether they like it, or not. They're closer now than ever.
Or: After Mike finds out about Will's sleeping issues, he invites Will to start sleeping in his room. This becomes routine, and over the course of their freshman year of college, their relationship progresses into something romantic.
Is this real? Are you okay? series (complete)
Properly panicking now, chills run through his body, and his breathing becoming shaky. He doesn’t understand what's happening. One second everything was fine. He was having a good time with his friends and his boyfriend in his home. The next second, everything turned wrong. Their voices went wrong. Everything got dark and cold. Now he’s living in a nightmare.
Or: Will is having a derealization episode, and Mike, Max and El help him through it.
Fine Are you okay? series (complete but being rewritten to better fit the narrative)
Will and Mike have been living with each other for a few months. Will is trying to be happy while struggling with some serious mental health issues. When lying to himself becomes a bit too much, Mike is there to help him through it.
My Byler fanart:
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Prisoner #006

a/n: Been a hot minute, but I'm slowly getting myself to also correct the stories I write. Dazai is always fun to work with, so this wasn't as hard ^-^ Enjoy!
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs Pairings: Yandere!Prisoner!Dazai x GN!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Violence (Punching a wall, Threatening, Bullying), Mild Sexual Content (Dub-con kissing/touches), Reader murdered in self-defense, Mention of scars, Bribery, Hinting at Psychological Trauma
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"Leave me alone!"
Even when you spoke without a waver in your voice, the prisoners in front of you only laughed, holding their bellies as if you were oh-so-funny. They had blocked off the path towards the cells, three tall, burly men past their prime but still fast enough to step in your way whenever you tried to pass them by. You weren't looking for a conflict, but you could tell they were bored and probably searching for a fight that would make them look superior.
Who better to beat up than the newbie?
You huffed, frustrated, trying not to look scared in front of them. The truth was that looking tough didn't mean you were, and after the many exhausting weeks that lay behind you, you honestly had no nerve to face any more obstacles. Now that you had to sit out your prison sentence, the best way you could think of to spend it would be to eat, sleep, and read books. Lay low, and don't get involved with anyone. Definitely not getting into fights you couldn't win.
"Seriously, just let me through!"
Jumping forward, you tried to get through the wall of sweat and muscles, but they blocked your way again, not even letting you squeeze through between them while laughing in true asshole-fashion at your meager attempts.
"That's a scary face, uuuuh, I'm so scared!" one of them taunted you as you gritted your teeth, scowling. You could feel the burning in your nose, and you forced the tears back from where they were coming from. Them being idiots wasn't what frustrated you so, but having to be here, even though you were innocent, and then being mocked and used as an outlet was just so unfair.
"See, boys, that's what a murderer looks like these days. Little pip-squeaks who cry because everyone is so mean to them! Buhu!"
Sighing, you shook your head, feeling a headache develop as the three continued to mock you relentlessly. It was nothing you hadn't heard before, but it still stung, especially since you knew the truth. But who would believe you? The judge hadn't. Not even your family believed you. The whole world was against you. You wanted to give up, turn the other way, and see if there was another way around to the cells. But you couldn't let them win. You couldn't let them know you couldn't persist through their bullying. So once again, you looked up to find an opening in their wall of flesh, but you were out of luck.
You just wanted to get back to your cell, but you felt yourself get increasingly riled up, not from their insults but from the helplessness of the situation. You were a trapped animal, beginning to panic. It felt like back at the police station, officers looking down at you, accusing you, and then at court, the judge pointing fingers despite being fed lies. You could feel the anxiety rushing into your mind, your breath hitching as you found it hard to fill your lungs with air, meaning you were going to have a full-blown panic attack if nothing happened right now.
"That's enough, gentlemen. You're disturbing our new friend."
Hands fell on your shoulders from behind you, and you flinched, letting out a small gasp of surprise. They squeezed you before dropping off your body, the person passing you by and stepping in front of you. "It's not very nice to tease someone who only just arrived, you know?"
One of the men groaned, and you saw another gripping his head, sighing. "Fuckin' Dazai," one of them grunted, and you swerved your gaze to the back of the guy standing before you, surprised to find him gazing back over his shoulder. His brown trench coat fluttered from his movement, but underneath, you could see the orange overalls all of you prisoners wore.
"And such a cutie, too," he added, winking at you. He gave you a thumbs-up before turning forward again, and you watched in awe as the three men got into motion, slowly turning and leaving, seemingly discouraged to engage further. You furrowed your brows, but when the man who came to your rescue turned around, you breathed out, finding him smiling brightly.
He looked kind for a prisoner, and you breathed out in relief.
"Thanks," you muttered, noticing your hand was still shaking, but you were glad not to have gone into a panic attack after all and made a fool of yourself. Warily, you held it out, and the man quickly stepped forward, gripping it in a firm handshake.
"No problem," he reassured you, his other hand laying down on top of yours, his grip softening. "I was on my way to see you, anyway. It's such a nice coincidence that we met here, and it's my pleasure to help someone as amazing as you are. The first day can be so hard, I know."
"Sorry, what was your name again?" Your reply seemed so out of place, but you didn't expect him to ramble on all of a sudden either, his words making very little sense since you could swear you never met him before.
"Dazai. Osamu Dazai. But everyone here just calls me The Detective. I'd be happy to help you get settled here if you'd like."
Dazai gave you another wink, and you cringed, deciding that he seemed to be another nutcase, but even though he hadn't let go of your hand yet, he seemed to be nicer than the others, at least. You decided it was your turn to take the initiative, awkwardly pulling your hand out of his grip and fumbling at your overalls instead, keeping yourself occupied and grounded.
"Thanks again, Dazai. It's been nice meeting you, but I should really get back to my cell."
Hoping he'd take his cue to leave, you gave him a respectful nod before stepping around him. You couldn't wait to get back to your cell and sleep off the day, hopefully without any incidents at night. However, it wasn't that easy, as light footsteps jogged up next to you. "Actually..." Dazai chuckled, ignoring the obvious goodbye you had exchanged.
"I was hoping we could have a chat. See, I'm very interested in your case and have been following it since the media started to air it."
You gave an awkward "Really?" as you quickened your pace, not wanting to start this conversation with anyone yet. Too much pain and anger were woven into your guilty verdict and all the lies around it, and you didn't want to be more of a laughing stock in case he was going to spread rumors.
"Look, I'm really thankful for your help, but there's nothing more to say about it really--"
"But you're innocent, right?"
You stopped in your tracks.
"You believe me?"
"Well, yes. Isn't it obvious? Your wounds were too severe to not believe you acted in self-defense."
Wide-eyed, you mustered Dazai, whose expression went from surprised at your reaction to a knowing grin. Gently, he reached forward, holding your hand again and pushing up the sleeve, revealing the ugly, agitated stab wound from when you had been assaulted by the man you killed. Your instincts had taken over at that moment as you yanked out the knife to stab him in the chest instead, the scar being the biggest reminder of that night.
"When I saw that, I knew you were innocent," Dazai whispered softly, tracing the scar with his finger. He was gentle as he caressed the wound, but it still sent a shiver down your spine, and you cramped up. Dazai mustered it for a long time, thoughtful despite your growing discomfort before his brows furrowed, and he mumbled, "You'll need a lot of help to prove it, though."
His eyes snapped up to yours, and you gulped, his gaze changing from gentle to mischievous too fast for your liking. He was about to offer himself as the needed help again, you could tell from the gleam in his eyes, so you spoke up first. "I- I'll manage," you stuttered, pulling your arm from his grip and holding it in front of your chest.
"Thank you, good night," you said firmly before rushing down the corridor. Maybe his nickname didn't come from nowhere, as he figured out your situation faster than the police ever even attempted to. Dazai seemed to be clever and cunning, a sweet talker with ulterior motives unknown to you yet. For a moment, you had forgotten where you were. This was still a prison, and the people here were the worst of society—no exceptions.
When you finally reached your cell, you were out of breath but relieved he didn't follow you. You didn't want to think about what would happen when you got involved with anyone here, your situation making you gullible. However, much to your surprise, you weren't alone, your grumpy cellmate giving you the stink eye when you entered.
"H-Hi," you mumbled before dashing by him, wanting to climb up to your bunk. But before you could, he stood up, stepping in front of the ladder. It made you wonder if everyone had just decided to stand in your way to annoy you, but compared to the belittling idiots before, this one seemed angry.
"Do you have a smoke?"
"What?"
"A fucking cigarette, you idiot. Do you have one?"
"No... I don't smoke."
Your fellow inmate grumbled, annoyed, then looked at the stuff you were holding, your bath utensils and dirty clothes. "Got something to snack in there?" he asked, reaching for your bag, and you immediately took a step back. Big mistake.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, annoyed, clicking his tongue and tensing up. It wasn't looking good for you, and you eyed the ladder, wondering if you could slip by him and climb it before he could grab you. Probably not. You were trapped. It was either give him your stuff and brush your teeth with a toothbrush he, at best, threw to the dirty floor in his search, or be used as a punchbag to vent your cellmate's frustrations. Could this day get any worse?
"Cell swap!" an officer suddenly yelled, hitting the bars of your cell with a baton.
"What?!" your cellmate barked, twisting around and stepping towards the officer, who seemed unfazed by the hulking figure.
"Got no choice," the officer explained factually. "Order from high up."
"What bastard would request so swap cells!? This's been my cell since I got here fucking years ago! This is my place, you can't take it from me!"
"Well, not anymore," the officer sighed, and your cellmate roared in anger, turning back to you.
"Did you do that? You bastard, I'll teach you some manners, you fucking idiot!"
Fear gripped you as the huge man prowled towards you, fury written in his expression as he believed it was you who caused this change. You stepped backwards until the cold wall scratched against your spine, flinching when the angry prisoner threw a punch into the concrete next to your head, making it crumble. Letting out a miserable squeak, you sunk to your knees, shielding your face.
"Not them!" a chipper, familiar voice rang out suddenly, and you looked up, tears in your eyes when you heard it.
With a grunt, your cellmate let go of his focus on you, turning around, only for all the fury to wash off his face. "Dazai..." he grunted, then he got still. You couldn't believe your eyes as the man cowered before Dazai, who stepped into your cell carefreely, patting the other guy on the back before beaming at you.
"I'm sorry, Sir... I didn't know... I wouldn't have punched the wall..." your cellmate muttered, and Dazai waved him off, shaking his head as he reassured your cellmate, "It's okay, no biggie. I'll take our friend here with me, and you can have mine. Though I'm not sure what Akutagawa thinks of living with you, so don't blame me if you die!"
Dazai turned all his attention to you, stretching his arms towards you, and you gripped his outstretched hands without hesitation. You just wanted to get away from here, and Dazai had not once but twice saved your ass from being punched. He was the safer option in any way possible. "Darling! I missed you! I couldn't wait to see you again, so I arranged a more comfortable living situation for us. Come, come!"
Pulling you to your feet, you completely forgot about your things scattered on the ground as Dazai led you out of the cell, always a bounce in his step but keeping a steady grip on you. You saw him pass something to the guard, who quickly put it in his pocket, but you had no time to wonder what it was as you had to keep up with Dazai's speed.
"Wha-" you uttered, but Dazai let out a loud laugh, interrupting and drowning out your voice. However, his step slowed, and he pulled you up next to him, his mouth aligning with your ear when he whispered. "I can help you prove your innocence, but everyone needs to think we're a couple for it to work. You don't want to get beaten up or worse, do you?"
Gulping, you shook your head, and Dazai grinned, pushing away from you and laughing again. "You're so funny, Darling!" he said, audible to everyone nearby before he leaned in again, whispering, "Play along."
You couldn't help but shudder at his hot breath caressing your ear, his words invading and penetrating through your thoughts. Everything passed you in a blur, but when you two were exposed to everyone on the hallway between cell rows, Dazai whirled you in front of him, grinning as he leaned down, his lips finding yours. He pecked you once, twice curiously before involving you in a real kiss, dragging your lips between his, his hot breath brushing against your mouth. His tongue slipped between your lips when you gasped, poking at yours before playing with it. The kiss wasn't forceful, wasn't violent. It didn't hurt, leaving you breathless and your face smothered in heat. It was opportunistic, maybe, curious and playful. But you found yourself pushing at his chest despite the knot forming at your core, only to realize he was much stronger than he looked.
Dazai gripped your wrists, the nails of his thumb pressing into your flesh as a warning to be nice. Your kiss got increasingly heated as you pressed against him, and you heard him sigh before finally breaking away. You had a hard time focusing, trying to get a grip on yourself as you finally heard all the murmurs and grumbles around you. Steam was about to come out of your ears as you felt embarrassed by this public display. You've never been kissed this passionately in front of people. You gasped quietly when you watched Dazai lick his lips, enjoying this all a little too much judging from his expression, smile playing on his lips, and pleasure lidding his eyes.
"Better than I imagined," you heard Dazai mumble, but before you could ask what he meant, your attention was diverted by other prisoners walking towards you two. You recognized the faces of the three men who had tormented you before, but they didn't say anything to you this time; they just walked by, clicking their tongues.
"Fucking mafia," one of them mumbled.
"No chance to get to them now," another sighed, seemingly unhappy with the turn of events.
"I hate it when those freaks claim the newbies. Where's the fun in that?"
"What's going on?" you whisper-yelled, directing your attention back to Dazai, who began to beam when your eyes met. "Who are you?!"
"Dazai," he answered, and you gave him a look of annoyance. Raising his hands in front of him pacifyingly, he shook his head. "Well, if you must know... Before I became the detective, I was, sort of, a little involved with some other individuals that, in some way, are a bit more respected around here. But that's good, right? Now you don't need to be scared walking around here anymore. Everyone knows you're mine."
"Except I am not yours," you corrected him, and Dazai let out an awkward chuckle, gripping his chest as if you had just shot him in the heart.
"Ouchie..."
"Listen, I'm really thankful for your help, but I don't want to get involved with anyone here. I can't prove my innocence from prison, and I don't want to play some stupid games."
"You don't really have a choice in this, you know?"
Dazai let you speak out, even allowing you to take a step away from him. But when he spoke up again, his voice changed from the upbeat, chipper one to a serious, low murmur in your mind. "I will help you," he explained, matter-of-fact. "And you'll be nice and stick by my side for as long as I want in return."
"What if I don't want that?!" you hissed, taken aback by him suddenly forcing his wants and ideas on you. You sounded a bit more feisty than you had wanted to be with him. However, Dazai was unfazed, as if he didn't want to listen. Didn't want to understand. And when he leaned forward, hovering ever so slightly above you and smiled, goosebumps ran rampage on your skin, the look in his eyes instilling real, undeniable fear inside you. It was that of unquestionable superiority, and you felt like he would crush you if you made any more of a fuss about his decision. You could see it in the way he looked at you that his word was absolute, and you had to do what he said, or you wouldn't survive this.
"You will. I have already decided you're mine."
A nutjob, you knew it. And yet, you shuddered, signaling your understanding with a nod as if you were no longer in control of yourself. Even if you wanted nothing more than to run away, your feet were glued to the ground, the sight of his evil grin spreading wider over his face burning into your memory. You knew you were in deep shit when Dazai took your hand, unfittingly gentle as his features softened again, but when he interloped your fingers with his on the way to your new cell, his grip was bone-cracking.
You looked at his back, a sight that had filled you with relief before, and squeezed his hand, receiving a squeeze back. Dazai looked back over his shoulder, smiling sweetly at you, having won what he wanted as you didn't dare to disobey. But you knew better now than to trust him again. He may claim he would help you, but he would never be able to get your trust until the day he made his promise come true, proving your innocence and make you a free person again, walking away from this prison and from him. Being with him until then was a terrible and confusing thought, but maybe you'd be able to lay low and never trigger Dazai's scary side again until the day of escape came.
But at least this day couldn't get worse, right?
Right...?
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