#what if i am wrong and an idiot and everyone saying the opposite of me is actually more right?? (still doesnt change opinion but doubt tm)

[iamgonnagetyouback]

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synopsis: sirius black has survived detentions, duels, and even mcgonagall’s wrath—but nothing could’ve prepared him for the ultimate relationship test: the worm question. one wrong answer, and now he’s fighting for his life content warnings: sirius being an absolute idiot, the ultimate test of true love: the worm question, fluff

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The Gryffindor common room was alive with its usual evening buzz. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the scattered armchairs and sofas where students unwound after a long day. Yet, something was distinctly different about this particular evening, and it wasn’t just the sight of Remus Lupin trying to hide a smile behind his book.

Sirius Black—usually the life of the party, the source of everyone's laughter—was pacing the room with the expression of a man who had just been told he was being disowned (again).

The reason? You, his usually forgiving and smitten girlfriend, were sitting on the opposite end of the sofa, glaring at him with the intensity of a thousand howlers. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife—or at least thick enough for Lily Evans to finally take notice.

“What’s going on with you two?” she asked, setting down her Muggle novel and looking between you and Sirius with a raised eyebrow.

James perked up immediately. “Yeah, Pads, why do you look like a puppy that’s been kicked? Did you finally tell her that awful joke about the werewolf and the moon?”

Remus shot him a look. “Don’t even think about it, James.”

But Sirius was too busy grovelling to engage in their usual banter. “It wasn’t a joke! I was just being honest!” he exclaimed, his voice tinged with the kind of desperation that made Peter look up from his sweets.

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest and shooting him a look that could have curdled milk. “Honest? You call that honesty? You could have at least pretended to be romantic!”

Peter, munching on a chocolate frog, looked between the two of you in confusion. “What did you do, Pads?”

Lily leaned in closer. “Yeah, what did you say that was so terrible?”

You finally looked up from your magazine, fixing Sirius with a glare that could melt the snow on the highest peak of the Forbidden Forest. “Do you want to tell them, or should I?”

Sirius opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again—like a fish out of water. “It’s not that bad…”

“Not that bad?” you scoffed, slamming the magazine shut. “I asked him a simple, hypothetical question—”

“A trap,” Sirius interjected quickly, holding up a finger. “A trap disguised as a question.”

You ignored him, continuing as if he hadn’t spoken. “I asked if he would still love me if I were a worm.”

A beat of silence.

Then, James erupted into laughter, nearly toppling out of his chair. “A worm? You asked him if he’d still love you if you were a worm?”

Remus was struggling to keep a straight face, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked between you and Sirius. “And… what did you say, Sirius?”

Sirius looked pained. “I… I said no.”

James fell out of his chair for real this time, clutching his sides as he howled with laughter.

Lily, however, looked scandalized. “You said no?”

Sirius nodded helplessly. “But—”

Lily cut him off with a look of pure betrayal. “Why would you say no? She asked you if you would still love her as a worm, Sirius! The correct answer is always yes!”

“I know that now!” Sirius exclaimed, looking around the room as if begging for backup. ��But at the time, I wasn’t thinking about the emotional implications! I was thinking about the logistics!”

James was gasping for air, tears streaming down his face as he tried to compose himself. “Oh Merlin, this is too good. Padfoot, mate, you’ve really done it this time.”

“What logistics?” you demanded, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s not that complicated! Would you still love me or not?”

Sirius threw his hands up in the air. “But you’d be a worm! How am I supposed to know it’s you? What if I accidentally step on you, or you get eaten by a bird? And what would we even do together? It’s not like we could… I don’t know, go on dates or—”

You rolled your eyes so hard you could’ve seen the back of your skull. “That’s not the point, Sirius! The point is that you didn’t even hesitate to say no. I could’ve been anything—a cat, a dog, a bloody flobberworm—and you just shot me down!”

Sirius threw his hands up in the air. “Well, yeah! I mean, how am I supposed to love a worm? It doesn’t even have a face! Or a personality! It’s just… squirmy and gross!”

You shot him a withering look. “So that’s it, then? You’re only with me because I have a face?”

“Wha—no!” Sirius spluttered, eyes wide. “That’s not what I meant at all!”

Remus, barely containing his amusement, decided to chime in. “Pads, I think what she’s trying to say is that you should’ve said yes, no matter how ridiculous the question was.”

Sirius looked like he was having an existential crisis. “But it’s a worm! How am I supposed to kiss a worm? Or hold hands? Or—”

You cut him off, your voice icy. “Oh, so that’s all I am to you? Someone to kiss and hold hands with?”

Sirius’s eyes widened in alarm. “No! That’s not it at all!”

James was now thoroughly enjoying the show. “Sounds like it to me, Pads. You’re only in it for the snogging.”

Peter, ever the peacemaker, tried to step in. “I’m sure he didn’t mean it like that…”

But you were on a roll now, standing up from the sofa and glaring down at Sirius, who was still kneeling in front of you. “If I were a worm, Sirius, I’d have a heart, even if it’s small and squishy! But apparently, that’s not enough for you!”

Sirius, now in full panic mode, reached for your hands, trying to make you sit back down. “But I don’t want you to be a worm! I love you as you are—human, beautiful, with a proper face!”

You yanked your hands back, crossing your arms again. “So you only love me because I’m not a worm. Not because of who I am.”

Remus snickered behind his book. “You’re in deep now, mate.”

Sirius shot him a desperate look. “Not helping, Moony.”

Remus decided to step in. “Sirius, you have to understand—these questions aren’t about the actual scenario. It’s about the sentiment behind them. She was looking for reassurance that your love is unconditional.”

Sirius threw his hands up. "But it was a worm! I thought honesty was important!"

You finally looked up, narrowing your eyes at him. "Honesty? You just admitted you wouldn’t love me if I was a worm, Sirius. That’s not honesty, that’s cruelty!"

Peter piped up, "But… how would he know if the worm was you?"

Everyone turned to Peter, who shrinked slightly under the attention. "I mean… if you were a worm, how would Sirius know? And… does a worm even have feelings?"

Lily shakes her head, still laughing. "You boys are impossible. The worm is a metaphor, you idiot!”

Sirius rubbed the back of his head, still looking confused. “A metaphor for what?”

You sighed, leaning back against the sofa cushions. “For love, Sirius. For whether or not you’d love me no matter what.”

Realization dawned on Sirius’s face, and he looked genuinely horrified. “Oh… Oh. I see now.”

James, having finally caught his breath, piped up, “Well, it’s a bit late for that, isn’t it? You’ve got to make it up to her now, Padfoot.”

Peter nodded sagely. “You really messed up this time, Sirius. Girls don’t just ask you if you’d love them as a worm for no reason.”

Sirius turned to you, eyes wide with desperation. “Okay, I get it now. I was wrong. I should’ve said yes. I should’ve said I’d love you even if you were the slimiest, wriggliest worm in the world.”

You raised an eyebrow, letting him squirm under your gaze for a moment before speaking. “And why should I believe you?”

“Because,” Sirius said, his voice softening as he took your hands in his, “I love you. And I don’t care if you’re a worm, or a dog, or a… or a Blast-Ended Skrewt. I love you for who you are, not what you are. And if you were a worm, I’d find a way to make it work. I’d carry you around in a little jar, and I’d protect you from birds, and… and I’d even learn what worms like to eat!”

But you weren’t having it. “Too late for that, Black. You’ve already made your feelings clear.”

James leaned back in his chair with a smug grin. “You know, Pads, if you’d just said yes in the first place, you wouldn’t be in this mess. But now, she knows your true feelings.”

Sirius turned back to you, his expression one of pure, unadulterated pleading. “Please, love, I’m sorry. I was just being stupid. You know I’d love you no matter what, even if you were… I don’t know, a Blast-Ended Skrewt!”

You blinked at him. “A Blast-Ended Skrewt?”

Sirius nodded earnestly. “Yes! Anything but a worm!”

Remus couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer. “And you think that’s better?”

Sirius groaned, running his hands through his hair again. “Okay, bad example. But you get what I mean, right? I’m sorry. I love you—worm, human, Skrewt, whatever.”

You paused, staring down at him as he knelt before you, looking thoroughly pathetic. The room was silent, all eyes on you as they waited to see what you would do next.

Finally, you sighed and sat back down, though you still kept your arms crossed. “Fine. I forgive you. But you’d better start thinking before you answer stupid questions in the future.”

Sirius beamed, his relief palpable as he quickly scooted closer to you on the sofa. “I promise! No more stupid answers!”

James leaned over, whispering to Remus. “Bet he’ll say yes to anything she asks now.”

Remus smirked. “No doubt about it.”

Sirius, now fully back in your good graces, wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your temple. “So, just to be clear… I’d love you no matter what, even if you were a worm. A very cute worm.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, though you tried to hide it. “Good. Because if you ever hesitate again, I might just have to turn you into one.”

Sirius laughed, pulling you closer. “And I’d still find a way to love you.”

James, watching the two of you, sighed dramatically. “Merlin, if this is what love is like, maybe I’m better off single.”

Lily rolled her eyes, nudging him playfully. “Oh, please. You’d have said the same thing if I’d asked you.”

James grinned, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “You wouldn’t have to ask. I’d love you no matter what.”

Lily blushed, playfully shoving him away. “You’re ridiculous.”

James smirked. “So, Sirius, if she were a Blast-Ended Skrewt—”

“No,” Sirius said quickly, “We are not going down that road again.”

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[dadsbongos]

megumi x airhead fluff please don’t let gege get u again 😔

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GASP this has been in my drafts so long and i totally forgot about it, i am sooo sorry nonny :')

761 words no big warnings just fluff n idiots pining, not super proofread

the ghost of gege has been cleansed from my soul!!! ~~~

“Do you really think that?”

Megumi stiffly avoids your gaze, soon after shrugging, “Yeah. What of it?”

You frown, and it could be how attuned he is to your mood but Megumi swears the sudden shift actually overhauls the entire room’s energy. Something morose and slithering around the darkness, somehow the gloominess only thickens in the areas sparsely lit by Megumi’s lamp.

“That’s sad,” you lean up from your sit and onto your knees, fingertips just barely pressing into the springs below, “You’re not a bad person, ‘gumi.”

“I don’t think I’m the devil,” he turns his whole head to avoid your piercing stare, “Just not a good person.”

“That’s sad!” now you’ve flung your hands up on his shoulders, squeezing down his arms as if a heartbroken widow clutching her poor, dead husband, “‘gumi you’re the best guy I know!”

Scrunching away from you, Megumi presses his back into the headboard of his bed, swallowing harshly and continuously dodging your stare, “Yeah, sure.”

“Hey,” you whine, now squishing his hands between yours, “You are! You’re super nice all the time, and you’re way smart.”

The accusation of kindness pulls a little chuckle from Megumi, especially considering how often Yuuji and Nobara curse his nasty attitude. He cannot comprehend why you’d marvel over him this way, or in any other way for that fact. Megumi’s eyes flutter shut, he soaks up the warmth of your hands on his, and your face by his cheek. If he dared lean up, he’d easily be able to kiss you (he’s not so bold, he thinks he’d rather die actually).

“And you’re so pretty,” you tack on, as if you can sense the worst possible thing to say right now.

Though, Megumi knows better -- you’re soft and mellow, his opposite if anything. The knowledge of your earnesty in the compliment does nothing to calm his racing heart, or the raging red slathering his face.

“Whatever…” Megumi sinks down until he’s laid back on his mattress. He sucks in air slowly, boring holes into the ceiling rather than your face, “You’re pretty, too. And you’re nicer than me,” he cringes, “If you’re still sure I’m nice.”

“You are,” you lay beside him, petting a hand over the bunches and wrinkles in his sleep shirt, “You’re being nice now! You let me come over after my nightmare.”

“You sounded scared,” he tries to shrug off the praise, but your words are clinging to his brain stubbornly, “Why would I make you sleep alone after that?”

“Exactly,” you’re bolder than Megumi, bold enough to spike your chin onto his chest, “You’d be a great boyfriend.”

“You don’t say,” he chokes out, heat clogging his cheeks and red burning into a deep crimson. He prays the dim light emitting from his nightstand doesn’t expose the sight to you. 

A melodic knock on Megumi’s door makes the duo flinch, and despite logic telling him nothing is wrong Megumi lets his arm come around your waist protectively. When its Satoru that pokes his head in, the boy grumbles.

“Hey, problem children,” Satoru coos, “if you’re gonna break rules, at least move apart when your teacher comes to scold you.”

“They had a nightmare,” Megumi’s hold on you tightens, “they didn’t wanna be alone.”

“Is that right?” Satoru’s blindfold is still snug around his face, but Megumi can feel his teacher’s stare pointed at where your head lays on his chest.

You nod viciously, “It was so scary! I thought I died for real, so ‘gumi let me stay with him so I don’t have another one.”

“Well how sweet,” Satoru taps the doorframe, “But c’mon, time for everyone to go to their own rooms.”

“Huh, no way!” you cry in protest, rocketing up straight.

“No way,” Megumi parrots.

Raising a brow, Satoru grins at his student’s sudden audacity, “You want me to stay in here with you both, then?”

“You want me to tell Yaga about the secret number in your phone?” Megumi glares, “The one you know by heart.”

Satoru grimaces down at the boy, then sighing and back out of the room, “Don’t do anything to make Yaga yell at me.”

“Wow, ‘gumi, you really got him.”

“He’s easy to wrangle, like training a big, stupid dog,” Megumi feels his heart thundering in his chest the longer you go without saying anything, simply sitting there and grinning at him, “What?”

“You stood up for me.”

“Duh.”

“That was really nice of you.”

He rolls his eyes, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you back onto him, “Yeah, whatever.”

[ashdreams2023]

Hiii, could I request a severus snape and little sister reader where she's the opposite of him and so all the students love her until someone insults him one day and she's all snarky and a miniature version of snape and everyone's like ".....maybe they are alike....." while severus looks on like a proud parent??? I love your fics so much!! Thankss!!

The same tree

Severus snape x professor sister reader 

The student body was in shambles the day you were announced as a new staff member, the name snape was enough to send shivers down some students backs.

They barely handled one snape, let alone two!

Everyone expected the worst, 2.0 snape female version then you got to your first class, it wasn’t like anything they had in mind.

Heck you gave house points and they paid attention to the lessons.

"She’s human, oh my god she’s not evil!"

It spread pretty quickly how nice and patient you were, you didn’t show any favoritism towards anyone nor did you encourage any rivalry in your class, as long as they passed it was a win for you.

Your office hours were filled with students coming to you for help, some even asking for help of topics other than what you teach, sometimes asking about stories of your youth but none dared to ask about your brother.

But there were times were kids can get way too comfortable in matters that have no business with them, unfortunately for a certain fourth year Ravenclaw he learned his lesson the hard way.

"I can’t believe that git took points because I added a point to his lesson! It’s fucking ridiculous, he’s a selfish idiot who only wants his way and everyone else is wrong"

"Jesus calm down mate, it’s only ten points you’ll live and he’s like the professor so…"

The Ravenclaw rolled his eyes "I know the book, I read it piece to piece I know my way around this stuff, he’s just one bitter old son of a bitch-"

"Excuse me you little bird" the boy froze as he felt a hand touching his shoulder, he looked up to meet your piercing dark eyes, they had the dangerously familiar feeling to those of their potion master.

"Professor i-"

"No no no…go on, continue what you were about to say so the oh so great Ravenclaw knows everything, because what? Because you read an outdated, basic, dusty ass potion book"

The boy swallowed, your tone was so different, you weren’t smiling and it reminded him of being schooled by severus snape himself.

"Why so quiet? Snake got your tongue?" You smiled proudly at the look of terror on the boy’s face "Let this be a lesson to you little bird, my brother is no idiot and without him little airheads and know it alls would be dead by now, so know your place, am I understood?" You tightened your grip on his shoulder.

"Yes ma’m!"

"And 30 points from Ravenclaw for showing disrespect to faculty staff members"

The boy’s jaw dropped but didn’t dear argue back and sprinted away with his friends, you couldn’t care less that students were watching, they call all spread rumors or whatever.

"Oh my god…she is like him…"

"Shush she’s gonna hear you! At least now we know not to overstep it"

You sighed and left the great hall, you pumped into your brother by the end of the day, he arched an eyebrow at you when you causally sat down and sipped your tea.

"I see you’ve made quite the impression today"

You shrugged "They’re just stupid kids, it was about time they learn anyways"

Severus leaned back on his armchair "You sound awfully familiar to me, I suppose I am rubbing off on you"

"The apples may look different but they all belong to the same tree" you smirked.

"You’re still terrible at potions though" He remarked knowing well how atrocious you were at his best interest.

"Hey! I was defending your honor"

You glared at him and he glared back then after a few seconds of intense looks you two snorted at each other and went back to having your regular sitting for the day.

Thank you for your kind words and glad you do 🥰

[burntb4bydoll]

It's my first time requesting something on here, I am CRAVING for any Tokio Hotel member with a kind/sweet/obedient reader, I usually can't find stories/headcanons with them where the reader is a sweet and obedient girl, feel free to ignore this request if you want to.

Bae this is so me fr (for the most part😇)

Tokio Hotel with a sweet and obedient gf (slightly NSFW)

Bill Kaulitz

•hes completely infatuated with you. you could do anything you wanted to him and he would let you.

•he thinks that you are an absolute angel. He loves how sweet you are, it makes him so proud to be your bf

•would NEVER let people take advantage of you or your kindness. You don’t like disappointing people by saying ‘no’ but he has absolutely no problem doing it for you

• “sweetheart, you can’t do everything people ask you to. You are too sweet for your own good sometimes I swear.”

•he means that in a endearing way dw! He wouldn’t change a single thing about you

•he tries to test your obedience tbh. He’ll tell you to do something small then slowly start telling you to do more, but you never disobey him. And he makes sure to praise you very well for it

• “oh my, what a good girl. You listen so well, angel. Im so proud of you.”

•definitely is more of a soft dom with you, he can’t imagine being mean to his sweet girl🤭

Tom Kaulitz

•oh boy…

•you two are opposites. He’ll try to get you to do and say bad/mean things just to see if youll actually do it

•your hesitant because you dont wanna be mean, but you obey him and he immediately cant help but smirk to himself

•Bill always scolds him for it tho, you can’t escape mama Bill.

“Tom, Leave her alone! Y/n don’t listen to him, hes an idiot.” 😭

•he thinks its so cute watching you interact with his family. You’re just so sweet and they all love you so much. Hes so happy that they love you just as much as he does

•HIS MOM LOVES YOU. SHE TAKES SO MANY PICTURES OF YOU AND TOM AND SHOWS THEM TO EVERYONE. SHE CALLS YOU HER DAUGHTER TOO😭💗

•not to be a whore….but CORRUPTION KINK?? HELLO???

•LOVES pet names. He calls you princess, sweetheart, my love🤭🤭

Georg Listing

•LORD he is obsessed with you omfg

•you are absolutely everything to him. You’re his precious girl who could never EVER do anything wrong in his eyes

•literally refers to you as his ‘lovely girlfriend’ to people 😭

•his heart almost explodes whenever you do anything for him. Whether that be cooking him food, drawing/coloring a picture for him, or just giving him a small compliment, he’ll always be so so appreciative of it

•HES SO SOFT WITH YOU. He kisses youholds your face so gently while stroking your cheeks with his thumbs:(((

• “You’re such a sweetheart, you know that? I love you so much, my sweet girl.”

Gustav Schäfer

•hes also such a sweetheart, but he likes to pretend like hes all mean and unapproachable😭

•like babe, you are probably the cutest person here you’re not fooling anyone.

•you two are known for being the super lovey couple. He loves to show you off and you’re just happy to be there😇

•although you’re both sweet, you’re the only obedient one in the relationship. He such a brat and LOVES to push peoples buttons just to see how far he can go before someone actually gets mad😭

•BLUSHES SO SO HARD WHEN YOU COMPLIMENT HIM

•you guys are the embodiment of a praise kink. Neither of you can go 5 minutes without being and all nice and lovey dovey to each other

•dare i say….pleasure Dom Gustav…. GUYS IK I SAY IT ALL THE TIME BUT PLS YOU KNOW ITS TRUE

• “such a good girl for me, arent you?”

“Aww, you’re so cute, my baby.” Yes. HIS baby.😇

[scoutsrpmemes]

wisteria heart.

a collection of prompts inspired by and that remind me of an original character of mine. ( as always, feel free to tweak things such as pronouns, words, and titles as needed for context. ) cw: death.

"trusting you is my choice, proving me wrong is yours."

"'aren't you tired of being nice???' NO!!!! i'm tired of everyone else being cruel!"

"the original sin is knowing you deserve better than this."

"god loves you, but not enough to save you."

"you think your suffering is a one way street?! it's not! it's the exact opposite of not!"

"you're so nice to just anyone, like an idiot."

" st. jude, patron saint of hopeless causes, please give me the power to crush! this! bitch!"

"how do i look away now that i have seen you?"

"you can’t kill me, because you need me to tell the story later."

"did i do… what was right…? was there truly no other way…?"

"i'm ashamed of the things i've been put through. i'm ashamed of the person i am."

"no. i refuse to let you take my mistakes away from me."

"and i can go anywhere i want, just not home."

"everyone here has a death wish."

"life is too short to spend it living someone else's dreams."

"the truth endures."

"grief is like a window- held together with lead solder and rubbing alcohol, rose tinted and jade colored; and displayed in every cathedral."

"i've had enough hurt already in my life. more than enough. now i want to be happy."

i was just starting to think i’d come to terms with how i felt about it all, and then everything changed again.

"when someone rigs it from the start, and then says 'try your best', doesn't it make you mad?"

"we don’t get to choose what hurts us."

"you are the wind at my back, and the sword at my side."

[constellationguy]

Another perspective

Episode five

"Text: regular talking

'Text': regular thinking

"Text": Saiki talking telepathically

'Text': Saiki thinking

Previous episode

ATTENTION! You might want to rewatch episode five of The Disastrous Life of Saiki K before reading to fully understand the events.

Summary: Episode 5 in L/N Y/N's perspective.

It is 4:00pm at PK Academy and everyone is trying to go home, Y/N was no exception. However Y/N had to do some homework in the library so they stuck around a couple extra minutes to finish it before going home.

While Y/N was in the library they heard Takahashi calling out for Saiki. ‘Why the hell is he looking for Kusuo? He’s probably already left by now to catch that show he was talking about,’ they thought. They didn’t pay it much thought though and soon left the library to go home.

Just as Y/N reached the shoe lockers they heard Kaido scream. “AAAAAAAAA”

“What’s wrong Kaido?” Teruhashi asked.

“A ghost just lifted up the locker I was hiding in! No wait, it wasn’t a ghost it was dark reunion!”

“Slow down! Nothing you’re saying is making sense,” Teruhashi said trying to understand him.

“HOLD ON ILL SAVE YOOOUUU,” Hairo screamed, running back into the building.

“What happened?! I heard a scream!”

“It’s Dark Reunion! They’ve found my hiding spot!”

“Oh… okay ya.” “Of course,” Hairo and Teruhashi said unimpressed.

“Finally heading home Saiki?” Toritsuka asked.

‘Saiki?,” Y/N thought. They were on the other side so wouldn’t be able to see him but they didn’t hear Saiki approaching earlier.

“I’ll walk with you pal!”

“You idiot!”

“AH THERE HE IS!” Teruhashi, Kaido, and Hairo said, finally seeing Saiki.

‘Oh man, I feel bad for Kusuo, but it’s not like I can do anything about it. It’d probably draw to much attention. I know he won’t be to pleased with me ignoring this but he’ll get over it right?’ Y/N thought feeling a little guilty.

“Saiki! I need to repay your favor!”

“Our teacher asked me to give these to you!”

“I have a layer now!”

“You’re not busy are you?” They asked in unison.

‘Sorry Kusuo….’ Y/N thought as they quietly left, not drawing the group’s attention.

—————————————————————————

“Listen up guys, today’s about one thing. US BEING NUMBER ONE!” “LETS DO IT!”

“CLASS THREE GO!” “YAAAA”

“Sports day, so annoying.”

“You’re just saying that cause you suck at sports.”

“SHUT UP!”

Y/N had to agree with Kaido. It’s not like they didn’t like sports or they were bad at them, sports day was just a gaggle of activities that didn’t hold much value to them. Shouldn’t “sports day” be about actual sports anyway?

“Yo Saiki, hey! You pumped?”

“I’m the opposite of pumped.” Saiki replied plainly.

“And Nendo, you’re a fit guy! I expect big things out there from you too!”

“That’s right, you’re not beating me this time.”

“We’re all on the same team,” Saiki said exasperated.

“And Kaido, my man!….. just do whatever it is you can do. I’m sure you’re gonna try really hard.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

While Hairo was talking about the other teams Y/N couldn’t be bothered to pay attention. They really didn’t think winning sports day should be that deep.

“Our first event! Boys hundred meter dash!”

‘Ooo, Kusuo’s up first! This should be fun.” Y/N thought while pushing to the front of the class to get a better look at the race.

“Saiki you got third!”

“Why is everyone so excited?”

“All the other racers are on the track a field team. And the forth place guy has a school sprint record!”

By Saiki’s expression, Y/N could tell he didn’t take that into account. “Truly remarkable,” Y/N snickered.

“Not bad buddy! But I am pretty sure I could smoke you one on one, oh that guys running.” Nendo trailed off.

“Kaido’s running?”

Y/N knew this was a bad choice but they also knew seeing Kaido get absolute last place would be funny.

In the three legged race Sawakita was running along side Teruhashi. It turned out to be more of a carry but it was still entertaining, creepy maybe, but entertaining.

“Scavenger hunt race? I wonder which of us is doing that.”

“You are.” Saiki replied annoyed.

“ITS MINE I WIN! I GOT THE PAPER!” Nendo celebrated.

“Now go find what’s on that paper.” The intercom announced.

“AAAAAA! Here, let me have this!” Nendo said after running towards class 3’s group.

“Ya sure!”

“No not the racket! This, thanks!” Nendo then took one of Saiki’s limiters off his head. Y/N didn’t notice this so the couldn’t prepare for Saiki falling down and taking them with him.

“SAIKI!” The whole class screamed.

“Nendo what did you do?!” Y/N asked Nendo as they sat up and sat Saiki’s head in their lap.

“I just took his hair clip,” Nendo replied, looking at it then set it into Y/N’s out stretched hand.

‘Damn, I haven’t done this in a while, but fuck it, we ball,’ Y/N then went for it and stuck Kusuo’s limiter back into his scull.

Shortly after putting it back, Saiki regained consciousness and shot up into a sitting position.

“Are you feeling okay? We were worried,” Kaido said crouching down to talk to Saiki.

“You fainted when Nendo took that thing out of your head so Y/N put it back.” Saiki was looking around rather shocked like he was making sure everything was okay.

“You scared me.” Y/N said while they suddenly hugged Saiki’s shoulders. They held that position for a moment before letting go and asking Saiki a question. “Are you alright? You still don’t look to good.” Y/N asked while putting the back of their had to Saiki’s forehead.

Saiki let it stay there for a second, then shakily took Y/N’s wrist to bring it away from away from his head but didn’t really give them a complete answer, staying in his thoughts for a moment before getting up.

“Woah, I almost lost my buddy.” When the intercom announced that class three came in last place Nendo wasn’t too bothered by it. “Nothing I could have done about that one guy, huh, when your best buddy passes out there are more important things than sports day. We’ll get the next one.”

“He passed out because of you!” Y/N couldn’t really tell who said that cause they were still in the ground, but they assumed it was Takahashi.

“Hey are you alright?” Hairo asked Y/N while helping them up.

“Ya, I’m not injured. No harm, no foul right?” Y/N said trying to sound half hearted but they still came off a bit shaken.

“And that’s it for our morning events, time for lunch!”

“Well pal, it’s time for food.”

“Where’d Saiki go? SAIKI? WHERE ARE YOU?!”

Y/N could hear Nendo yelling but choose to ignore it in favor of following Saiki.

“I’m not feeling so hot. It doesn’t matter that it was only out for a second, it’s still causing me all sorts of problems.” Saiki commented to Y/N.

“Alright that’s it. If you keep that up, you’re going to break those chopsticks, give them here.”

“Why?” Saiki asked.

“Kusuo Saiki, give me the damn chopsticks.” Y/N said sternly, Saiki chose to comply. “You’re still really shaky and you really need these calories to recover.”

Y/N then grabbed an edamame with the chopsticks and brought it close to Saiki’s mouth. Saiki made a face for a second then put the edamame in his mouth. “What are you, my mother?” Saiki asked all snarky.

“Aw what? Don’t like the idea of me being your mommy?” Y/N said teasing back then they both broke out laughing.

“No but seriously, my body isn’t listening to me, I need to go home.”

“Saiki?! We playing hide and seek?”

“Well that’s my cue.” Saiki tried to teleport but it clearly didn’t work as he stay there as Nendo rounded the corner.

“Hello? Huh, doing some private stretching? Hey you alright? Maybe you should go home early.”

“Sorry you’re sick bro.”

“You need help getting home?”

“Oh no. His parents are here, I’ll just take Kusuo to them so they can head home together, but thanks for the offer. I’ll be back in a moment.” Y/N interrupted the group of guys trying to talk to Saiki.

Kusuo could only thank Y/N silently as they walked to meet his parents.

“Hey mom, hey dad. Kusuo needs to go home. He’s not feeling to well.” Y/N told Saiki’s parents. They’ve been a family friend for a long time so they called his parents mom and dad as well.

“Oh okay, we can take him home. How about you come with us, I’m sure Ku would like to company.” Kurumi replied.

Y/N looked to Saiki, he only shrugged in response. “I’m sure in Kusuo-ese that means, yes I’d love for you to come, so I’ll just take our head bands back to the class and we can head out.” Y/N said before patting Saiki on the back and taking both their headbands back.

“Hey, turns out I’m also headed out. Sorry I also have to leave. The Saiki’s are my neighbors so they are gonna sign me out so I can help take care of Kusuo.” Y/N told Hairo and handed him the headbands.

“Of course. No worries at all. We’ll just have to work extra hard and we’ll win this. For Saiki!” “YAAA”

Y/N then ran back to the Saiki’s and went home with them.

When they got home Y/N helped Saiki get to his room upstairs. “You go change out of your gym uniform and I’ll be back with my famous healing soup in about thirty minutes, alright?” Saiki nodded in response as Y/N closed his door.

Kurumi and Y/N made the soup together and got to talking.

“Honestly Y/N, thank you for taking care of little Ku. I know he doesn’t show it often but I know he really appreciates it.” Kurumi told Y/N.

“It’s no problem really. I need to pay back all the times he helped me out when we were little anyway. He’s been there for me ever since we were born, it’s only fair that I can be there for him when I can.” Y/N replied sentimentally.

“Aww,” Kurumi cooed as she hugged Y/N. “Well the soup’s almost ready, how about you go change while it finishes.” Kurumi said as she whipped her tears.

Y/N went over to their house to change, then quickly came back to serve Kusuo the soup.

“Knock knock. Still awake in there? Hey, how are you doing?” Y/N said gently while opening Kusuo’s door.

“Not the best but a little better,” Saiki replied.

“Well, finish this then take a nap. That should help you feel better.” Y/N said while putting the soup on Saiki’s table.

“Why are you still acting like my mom?” Kusuo asked laughing lightly.

“Someone you actually listen to has to make sure you’re taking care of yourself. And besides you don’t hate it do you?” Y/N teased.

“Whatever you say.” Saiki said, smiling very lightly.

“Okay well, finish that then get to bed. I’m going to go pack you some of the soup for your lunch tomorrow,” Y/N said while getting up.

“I’ll see you when you wake up ya?”

“Ya,” Saiki replied warmly, a little sleepy even. Y/N then closed the door to Saiki’s room.

The the next day when Saiki and Y/N came back to class, Saiki’s closer friends had buzz cuts.

“So uh, how did this happen?” Y/N asked Hairo. “Well it all started when….” “Woah! What kinda soup is that? It’s smells good. Did your mom make it? What’s in it? Tell me about it!” Nendo bombarded Saiki with questions about his lunch.

“Non of your business.” Saiki said while starting to eat his soup.

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“Alright everyone, today we are having a safety drill.” Hairo announced to the class.

“I don’t need a drill, I’ll be fine.”

“Nendo. You need to take this seriously, imagine this rooms on fire, way hot flames are everywhere, the smoke makes impossible to see let alone breathe. So what then? You got an escape plan? How will you know what decision to make if you don’t participate in this drill?! Preparation is the key to survival!”

‘He’s as hot and smothering as a fire,’ ‘Ya, I see that now.’ Y/N and Saiki thought towards each other.

“So when the alarm goes off, follow my lead and evacuate to the court yard.” “Okay.”

“Here’s an easy way to remember the correct procedure in an emergency.” Hairo said while weighting S O S on the board.

“What’s sos? I know what that stands for! Save Our Selves. SOS!”

“Ya that’s the plans but that’s not-”

“If it’s not that how about Someone! Over here! Save me!”

“Hehe, each one of your guess is dumber than the last one.”

“Alright do you know what it means smart guy?!”

“Of course I do. Obviously it stands for Scorching Oblivion Smackdown…. Hehe, I’m joking. It stands for Slow, Orderly, and Silent right,”

“Yup you got it. Now everyone just remember those simple rules and we’ll ace this drill!”

“The first floor science lab is on fire. Please evacuate.”

“That alarm sound always makes me so nervous,”

“I’m with Teruhashi, it’s so jarring. I know fires most likely won’t ever happen but still, the thought is kinda scary,” Y/N thought aloud.

“Stay calm everyone Open your bag and get your Safety hood, stand in like after that in order of student number.”

“Where’s my hood.” “Oh crap I think I left it at home.”

“Seriously?! If this was an actual fire Obviously you’d be Smoldering ashes!”

“Oh I can’t seem to find my safety hood.” Said Teruhashi.

“Oh come on not you too!”

“Use my hood!” “No use mine!” “Use mine!”

“But if I take all of yours then you’ll die!”

“She’s right! This is not a safe plan!”

“Sacrifice” “Ourselves to” “Save her”

“Oh okay,” Hairo said awkwardly.

“Okay, let’s move out.”

“Hold on, I forgot my phone.”

“Stop Takahashi. Out of line is to dangerous. Stay in place!”

‘What’s with the SOS obsession?’

“Stop it guys, Obviously it’s not the time to Stupid fights.”

“Okay gang we’re almost down- AAAAAA! Stop everyone! Our path leading out! Shuddered before us!”

“Seriously?” “Oh come on!” “Screw it we’d be dead.”

“Hey, isn’t this the first floor science lab that we are supposed to avoid cause it’s “on fire”” Y/N air quoted.

“They are testing to see how well payed attention, clearly our class leader didn’t pay attention to the announcement.”

“Stay calm. Obviously there’s a Solution to get outside. Yes that’s it! I understand why they locked us in. They’re testing our physical strength, ya that’s the only explanation! We don’t have to send out an SOS if we can overcome obstacles by ourselves! Which means to get out we must break down that shudder!”

“Alright let’s break it down boys!!!” “AAAAAAAA”

‘Is it too late to leave the pack and go to the court yard by ourselves?’

‘In a real fire they’d be the first to die.”

“So you wrenched open a metal shudder and ran out the front door? I see. WHY WOULD YOU ANIMALS BREAK OUR BEE SHUDDER, WE LITERALLY INSTALED IT LAST WEEK LOSERS! So what are you gonna do? Obviously you’re idiots, Shudders are expensive to fix!!”

“WE’RE SORRY!”

“This school doesn’t even need to bother with emergency drills, after all… So long as I’m here Ordeals like fires Simply won’t happen.”

“As punishment you’re all getting buzz cuts.”

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Next episode

[adventuringblind]

Hello darling🫶🏼 I hope everything is okay🥹 I love the way you write, it’s sooo feel so real!

I have a request Lando x fem!reader, were she is Italian and she’s working for another team. So they live this relationship for so long distant, and she can’t go at every race as a McLaren supporter, but , and that’s situation make the things between them very difficult. So at some point, when everything looks like an end, he decide to ask her to live with him in Monaco.

Idk I feel this a little bit angst but happy in the end.🥺🥺

Thanks for all of your works, are amazing😍

Monaco Bound

Lando Norris x Ferrari Reader

Genre: angst to fluff

Summary: Lando is lonely, and Refer thinks he doesn't want her around. Turns out Lando just doesn't know how to ask. Featuring Max being blunt and the Ferrari boys trying to be emotional support.

Warnings: miscommunication, Lando is anxious, reader is so confused

Notes: Just so you are all aware, I am getting to requests! I've been working on the series more, as well as my works on AO3. Sorry it's taking so long, everyone!

Masterlist

Everyone says long distance is difficult. And when your partner needs physical contact and quality time, they really aren't joking.

Her and Lando had been making long-distance work for the last year and a half. Her living in Italy for work and Lando living in Monaco. Sure, they see each other in at races, but working for different teams really doesn't help anything.

Hope came in the form of teleworking. Finally, they'd managed to make it so she could do work from home, working remotely from the factory.

Did she tell Lando? Yes. Was she hoping to move to Monaco with him? Also, yes. But she also didn't want to just straight up ask him. That could make him uncomfortable, and then it would be awkward. Instead, she leaves it alone. Patiently waiting for Lando to maybe ask her.

On the other side of things, Lando could not decide whether his girlfriend simply isn't into him anymore, he had done something wrong, or she's just shy. He wants her to come live with him. To the point where he has broken down over in when he's alone in bed at night.

The next race weekend, he caught her talking with Charles and Carlos. Knawing insecurities creeping their way up his throat. He avoided all three for the rest of the day.

No phone calls were answered. No texts responded to. Always going to opposite direction. Was he being petty? Possibly, but he needed to think this through.

That night, he's shocked when Max comes knocking at his door. Lando opens the door and greets his friend cheerfully. Max though, looks solem.

"Wanna talk about why your girlfriend is acting like she's killed you?"

Lando's face dropped. "What?"

Max shoves past him and takes a seat in one of the chairs at the small table. "Carlos and Charles are worried also. They tried consoling her, but she's hysterical mate. Thinks you don't love her or something."

Again, Lando's face drops. She thinks he doesn't love her? She believes she did something wrong? He's misread this situation entirely.

"I- I thought that - that she was falling out of love." He admits. His face turns away from Max to the floor.

"She was raving to Carlos and Charles that she's finally able to work from home and wants to live in Monaco with you, but you hadn't asked."

"Why didn't she ask to live with me?"

"Maybe she didn't want to seem rude?"

And suddenly Lando is running out the door. Sprinting to his car to get to the hotel he knows she's staying at. With the room number she'd given late last night when she arrived.

It's a blur, really, the trip from point A to point B. He doesn't come back to reality until he's staring at her door. He can hear the muffled sobs on the other side.

He knocks. She opens. They collapse into each other.

"I thought you didn't want to come live with me."

"You idiot. Of course I want to live with you! I love you!"

"I'm your idiot."

Does she move to Monaco? Yes. Is Lando like a koala bear clinging to her every second of the day? Absolutely.

But she wouldn't trade it for the world.

[saintsir4n]

CALM DOWN

in which brian gets mad!

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“Hey! Hey! Back off — Vince outside, put down the vase, you’re not breakin’ shit in my house. Brian go upstairs, Summer you go with him, clean those bruised hands,” Dom’s voice carried through the living room that was practically turned on its head. One small conversation turned into a big argument and then it eventually got physical. “What did I say? No fighting on Sundays. It’s a day for family and you two do the exact opposite, so now everyone cool off until dinner's ready.”

Vince scoffed, his glare never left Brian’s retreating figure until Leon and Jesse pushed him outside. Letty followed Dom, deciding to help him with the rest of the food prep, whilst Mia and KeKe helped pick up anything broken to toss in the trash.

Carson rolled her eyes as she joined Brian in the upstairs bathroom. Her dress would’ve gotten ruined if she hadn’t moved away from her boyfriend who had tussled with Vince until Dom got involved and pulled them apart with Jesse and Leon’s help.

Brian was against the sink, watching as she pulled out the first aid kit in silence, brows pinching together when she didn’t say anything to him, and just sighed to herself.

“You’re gonna give me the silent treatment, really?” He exacerbated, as she pulled out bandaids, cotton pads and hydrogen peroxide.

“Just stop movin’,” she muttered when she got him to wash his hands.

“He insults us and I get the cold shoulder? I don’t believe this, you’re supposed to be on my side.”

She frowned, “There are no sides Brian, and drop that base from your voice, I’m not the problem here.”

He laughed in disbelief, “Oh, and I am?”

“I never said that," she sighed, trying to wipe the cuts as he winced at the pain.

“You’re not denying it," Brian stressed, annoyed that she didn't have a problem with it.

“You didn’t have to react," Carson hated violence and her boyfriend seemed to be constantly around it.

He scoffed, “So I’m just supposed to take his shit.”

“I never said that either," she retorted, "Hold still." Brian cursed when the hydrogen peroxide coursed over his open wounds, "Sorry."

“Then what are you sayin’? ‘Cause to me it just sounds like you think I’m in the wrong," he gritted out, body digging into the sink as he felt some pain. "That I’m the issue, and I should just sit back and let guys like Vince walk all over me.”

She rose a brow, “Guys like Vince?”

He rolled his eyes, “Here we go.”

“Here we go what?” She looked at him, seeing how heated he was getting about this.

“You’re focusin’ on that, really?”

“He’s my family so watch how you talk about him," she exclaimed.

“I’m your boyfriend and you’re actin’ like that don’t mean nothin’”

“You know that’s not true," her shoulders slumped. "You mean so much to me. Brian, you know that.”

“Do I?”

“You know you do.” She paused, pulling out a large bandage and cut it in half, “It’s just…”

“It’s just what?”

“You didn’t have to punch him," she stressed, applying some cream before wrapping his wounds.

“Yes, I did," he groaned, as she took a step back, “We hold hands and it’s a problem, we smile at each other it’s a problem, You sit on my lap and we kiss suddenly he can’t take it anymore and makes digs. If it’s at me I get it, he hates me, but the second he calls you naive, or an idiot, I'm not gonna sit back and do nothin'."

"Well I can see that," Carson gestured to his sore hands, "and I'm not some pushover, I can handle Vince, I'm just tired of the drama."

"He's the drama," he said, calmer.

"Says the guy with bloody fists," she teased, putting away the first aid kit and coming to stand between his legs.

"Well, they match his busted lip."

She couldn't help but laugh, "I appreciate you defending me, I do."

"I'll always defend you, you know that," Brian wouldn't let any harm come to her, even if it was just stupid words.

"But you need to keep that temper under control, you could've ripped my dress."

"Let me see," he cooed, trailing his hand down to the hem, "Sorry baby."

"Yeah I know, it's fine just calm down sometimes," she pleaded, with a pout.

"I'll calm down when he learns that I can kiss you whenever I want," Brian said, sternly, snaking his arms around her waist, "touch you, take you out and he can't do a damn thing because we're together alright? or I'll start thinkin' he's actin' more like a jealous ex and less like a brother."

"Alright, alright, you’re all cleaned up," she gently patted his chest, "lets go."

"Wait, wait, wait, let me kiss you, before we go down stairs, couldn't wanna get interrupted again would we?"

Carson laughed into the kiss.

—

[elainsgirl]

I just can't with this fandom anymore. I'm not leaving but some part of me has just felt done with this fandom for a long time. It's honestly exhausting to not be able to escape having people tell elriels they're dumb and delusional for literally just reading the books and picking up what was obviously put down. I just wish we were left in peace. After years in this fandom, I'm seriously disappointed with both bb and sjm, and I've tried my hardest to not be and to be understanding. But at some point it becomes so taxing to see fans who truly enjoy her work hit over the head with the opposite of what the actual narrative is about and told that is the story told in the most cruel and degrading ways possible. Doxxed, harassed, insulted, bullied out of the fandom. And told they're dumb, delusional and pathetic. Because god forbid elriels are left in peace. I don't want to throw around words like gaslighting carelessly, but its just the closest word to describe what's going on from antis towards elriels.

How many mutuals have I seen leave at this point? Not because they lost interest but because they couldn't stand the toxicity of this fandom. People who were akin to friends, and now that connection is gone.

The reality is there are several books of obvious buildup, iconic moments, romance coded scenes between elriel that shifted the whole narrative before they even got their book. Connection, friendship, lust, longing, ache, beauty. "Are you dumb? They're rebounds!", "she's useless, she doesn't bring anything to the story!", "you idiot, he's just lusting after her!", "potatoes? Pathetic. Az just has mommy issues!", "the shadows hate her!", "elain doesn't belong in the night court, you dumbass, learn to read!", "she doesn't belong with him because she can't have his babies, obviously!", "she's can't handle his darkness, and you're illiterate by the way"...

Have that, and all the other gaslighting arguments from antis, hammered into you for four years and it's not so fun anymore. Oh, and you'll be called overly sensitive for being a little affected by it. Which is why I'm sending my first anon ever, after a decade on Tumblr in various different fandoms.

When fandoms turn toxic, I've seen authors put their foot down. Not through any grand gestures, but a simple social media post. And still, radio silence from both bb and sjm. It's just exhausting and it's unbelievable. I think it is wrong. I think published authors have some responsibility towards their readers that made them successful. I think it is catering to the toxic parts of the fandom to stay silent, because at some point, the silence becomes enabling, whether you want it to or not.

I will read the elriel book and I am sure I will enjoy it. But after that, I am forever done with both BB and sjm. I cannot understand caring so little about the fans that actually love your work. I don't know why any author would want this as part of their legacy without ever having put even the most minor effort into doing something about it. Sorry for the rant.

never apologise for ranting anon, we all need to do it once in a while and thats what I’m here for 💕

being an elriel in this fandom is hard because everyone else gangs up on you: the unconventional theories gang + eluciens. Especially when you consider how elriels are in the minority whereas these guys aren’t. Their voices in the fandom are louder - their opinions are more favourable because its what the majority wants to hear. And being an elriel, you have to constantly deal with all these bs takes that are so easily disproven but no one ever wants to listen because its not what they want from this series.

I can confidently say - elriel and elriels are held to a different standard then every other ship/stan. We have to work twice as hard to prove ourselves and it’s something no other ship has gone through. There’s double standards and hypocrisy when it comes to how people view elriel. Lets take the lust arguement as an example. For Nessian - half their book was them lusting for each other, their bonus was them being down bad for each other. No one called Cassian disgusting or icky. No one said Nessian can’t be together because they only “lust” for each other. Yet the minute we get Azriels bonus, his thoughts and its AFTER we’ve seen him risk his life for her, spend his time listening to her talk about her gardens, making everyone wait for her, the bonus is after all these scenes that show us how much Az cares for Elain - yet just because Az thought about how much he wanted to pleasure elain (after she was turned on) instead of confessing his undying love for her - you have antis saying its just lust! Az is toxic! Az is disgusting! He’s a F-boy!

So yes. Being an elriel in this fandom is very frustrating. Its unjust. And the worst part is - unless you’re in private chats for positive elriel only- antis infiltrate every elriel space across all platforms. So no matter how much you try, you always will come across them hating on elriels and elriel. The best word for it is draining. It drains the joy out of you which sucks because thats not the purpose of the fandom.

and then on top of them undermining elriel - its the constant jabs and insults thrown at elriels for no reason at all, taking a dig out of our reading comprehension, calling us desperate. Copy cats. And then its the bullying, making fun of our fanarts publicly- policing us constantly for things that aren’t out fault. The doxxing, stalking etc. Its so juvenile behaviour and that makes you feel even more isolated and attacked

can’t forget for being called cry babies when we bring up valid issues. They dont even allow us to enjoy ourselves. Look at last week: when the cards came out - antis where the first to make fun of us and how we needed to rely on cards for our ship to work. Then came the article which antis said elriels need articles to feel confident whilst they have the books. Its like every time something good happens to elriels, every time we’re acknowledged - antis have to go and ruin it by being bitter. And then instead of enjoying ourselves - its back to being defensive and having to explain how none of those things confirm elriel but its a good sign. Something thats common sense to normal people.

I respect the authors that call out the BS they see in their fandoms, those authors make it a safe place for their stans to enjoy. Sarah and BB haven’t done that - they’ve allowed so many things to happen and go far with such as the illyrian womb arguement. And I try to be understanding, like @nikethestatue mentioned today - that there’s around 2000 (maximum) of active, hardcore shippers in the fandom whereas Sjms reach is upto millions. We’re all just tiny little ants running around. She can’t see us and rlly doesn’t gaf. Even the loudest of the loudest voice in the active online fandom -still isnt loud enough to make Mass notice. And for Sarah, not only is her fandom big - her books receive lots of criticism. I can understand her wanting to stay away from all that - protect her peace but BB have also neglected this fandom and its annoying when it feels like every other author is constantly interacting with their readers and here it’s just radio silence for 4 years. I think feeling frustrated and angry at BB is completely valid. 4 years is honestly just ridiculous especially when the book isn’t guaranteed to be good.

After the elriel book, exactly like you, I am done with Sarah and her series. Nothing will ever tempt me to come back, i’ll make my content after reading the book - my thoughts on it and thats it. I’ll leave the fandom on all platforms because I have no interest in any other of Sarah’s series and with how long I’ve had to wait just for the elriel book and knowing what I went through whilst waiting, I dont want to experience this ever again. It stopped being fun long ago. And I honestly don’t understand Sarah’s or BB’s thought process right now, why they decided to wait so long or how they’ll announce the book but I think they’re all betting on this book to do rlly well so Mass can re-enter the fantasy genre w a bang becoming a hot topic again. But with how long its been? I dont think they’ll get the response they expected. Maybe that might teach them a lesson.

[9mysterybook6]

What the hell is this idiot doing?🙄🤦‍♀️

This time the stupid girl named herself::: rhylie the new jossegv🤣🤣

Again with your stupidity and delusions

And not only that, check this out guys.

Do you think everyone is stupid or forgets quickly?😑😡

You were already a part of Gacha Heat from the beginning.

Especially your stupid games and your dirty lies

You idiot, you said it yourself. Now you go back on your word.

This is not a game, you idiot.

Stop this now

And another bad news guys.

Guys Rhylie try to scare me or threaten me

You ask what I am talking about

This stupid insect has another account

Rhylie pretended that she was just a random person who didn't know drama.

So simply as usual I spoke, I shortened the story and gave it evidence.

And this was their reaction.

At first I thought this was their response to Rhylie bad actions

but oh boy How wrong I was

And from here I knew it was her

And this was my conversation with Rhylie

Then the coward blocked me from her second account after she said these words.

As you guys saw, I gave Rhylie a chance to correct her mistakes And ending the drama, but she simply said, "You'll be sorry."

This is considered a threat.

I think Rhylie is going to do something bad to me, get rid of me.

But I'm not afraid of that stupid insect that calls itself a god.

So whatever Rylie does or plans to do. I will be ready.

But let's be real, all of Rylie's threats are just words and no action.😏

Rylie are just a dog that barks without biting

All Rhylie will do is spread more lies or do hate drawing about me or another stupid meme

So guys remember to spread awareness about Rhylie and most importantly report her blog.

And one more thing to Rhylie, you lying insect.

This is what you always do when you say you will not do this when someone asks you to do this you do the opposite

You are always a liar and a fraud

I'm talking about @promprom2007

You said you respect her, but the truth is you're a big liar.

Like I said about you, you don't respect other people's opinions or stop when they ask you to stop.

You uses her tag after @promprom2007 asked you not use her tag or her name

Didn't I tell you not to mention or mention her name on your disgusting blog, Rhylie?

She herself asked you to do this but you lied that you wouldn't do it

You are a really nasty insect

You are nothing but a liar, a pushover, and a person who wants to control others.

Just wait until your actions turn against you.

You will be banned soon

[sapphireserpens]

Rivals & Roommates

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Reader

It starts with an email from student housing that ruins your semester.

“Due to a processing error, your originally assigned roommate has been replaced. Your new housing assignment is Choi Yeonjun.”

You remember blinking at the screen and whispering the words that have now become a personal mantra.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Because Yeonjun isn’t just anyone.

He’s him.

The infuriating golden boy of your major. The boy who once scored 101% on a midterm just to prove a point. The boy who calls you “Sweetheart” when you get a better grade than him. The boy who’s got dimples, designer shoes, and a very punchable smirk.

And now he’s your roommate.

Week One

You set boundaries. He breaks every single one.

“No shirtless lounging,” you say on day one. Yeonjun waltzes out of the shower, towel slung low, abs on display. “Sorry, babe,” he says, sipping water like a thirst trap. “Forgot.”

You tape a paper line down the center of the room. He walks over it constantly. Stands half in your side just to grin at you.

Your friends say he flirts with everyone. You think he just enjoys war.

Week Two

The tension changes.

You’re in the library, exhausted, notes everywhere. Yeonjun sits beside you like he owns the air.

“You spelled mitochondria wrong,” he says.

You look at him like you might throw your laptop.

He leans closer. “Just saying. Would be tragic if our professor saw.”

You hate him. You hate him. You also hate the way his voice dips when he’s smug, the way his eyes flick to your mouth when you’re mad.

And god, you hate that it makes you want to kiss him.

Week Four

Your ex shows up.

It’s an unexpected run-in after class. He’s standing by the staircase, leaning way too close, that old familiar grin on his face. You used to love it.

Now, it just feels invasive.

“You look good,” he says. “Missed me?”

You open your mouth to retort— —and then you feel Yeonjun beside you. He wasn’t even supposed to be in this corridor.

He steps in smoothly, arm sliding around your shoulders like he’s always belonged there.

“She’s busy,” he says coolly. “But thanks for the nostalgia trip.”

You blink. Your ex frowns. And then leaves.

Only after he’s gone do you whisper, “You didn’t have to���”

“Yeah, I did,” Yeonjun says. His jaw is tight. “He’s an idiot.”

You stare at him.

Something changes that day. It’s not just war anymore.

Week Six

You're cooking noodles at 2AM, wearing one of Yeonjun's sweatshirts because yours was in the wash.

He walks in, sees you barefoot and sleepy and real, and freezes.

You look up. “What?”

“Nothing.” His voice is quieter. “You just look… comfortable.”

You don’t talk about it.

But that night, when you're both curled up on opposite sides of the couch, and he drapes a blanket over you instead of stealing it— You think maybe he’s not all bad.

Week Eight

It’s raining, and he offers his jacket.

It still smells like his cologne. You hate how nice it is. You hate that you notice.

Later, you ask, “Why are you being nice to me?”

He shrugs. “Maybe I don’t hate you as much as you think.”

You roll your eyes. “Liar.”

He smirks. “You’re the one still wearing my hoodie, sweetheart.”

Week Ten

You catch him sketching in his notebook.

You weren’t supposed to see. He shuts it too fast. But you glimpsed it.

A girl. Your hair. His hand drawn beside yours.

And your heart does something traitorous.

Week Twelve

You’re fighting again.

Some dumb group project. He’s teasing you mid-presentation, and you snap.

Later, in your dorm, you’re pacing.

“Why do you always do this?”

“Do what?” he says, standing. His voice is low. “Get under your skin?”

You stop moving. His eyes are locked on yours.

“Admit it,” he says. “You like it.”

You stare at him.

And then you whisper: “You don’t sleep that night — at least, not much. But you do wake up in his hoodie, hair tangled, his arm slung around your waist.”

His breath catches.

“What?”

You step closer. “You talk a big game, Yeonjun. But you’re just as gone as I am.”

He doesn’t reply. He steps forward and cups your jaw.

And he kisses you.

Slow, deep, shattering. Like every smartass thing he’s ever said was leading to this.

When you pull back, you’re both breathless.

“I still hate you,” you say.

“Good,” he murmurs. “I like it when you do.”

And maybe… maybe you’re not rivals anymore. Just two people who fell somewhere in between the fights and the flirting. Somewhere soft. Somewhere real.

[asudai-tls]

[Archive Video] 我楽多KING's first stream! Nice to meet you all!

Video

Hikaru: Ohh? That’s so weird… Didn't he tell us that it would be OK if we did it like this? Kazu– Chihiro: Hey, idiot! We were told to use diver names. 

Hikaru: Oh, right! What was it again? Chihiro: C (pronounced Centum). It was C. Hikaru: Right, right! C! He said that he chose this name randomly. Kazu– Chihiro: AAAA. Call him C…! Hikaru: Ahaha! My bad! C is just so hard to remember. 

Chihiro: Well, you’re not wrong… I myself have a normal slang-like diver name…We’re ‘'Fraidy Cat and Silly Dog which are both pretty bold names… Hikaru: True that. ‘Fraiii… something or other and Silly… something.

Chihiro: You should at least remember your own diver name. 

Hikaru: It’s fiiine! The stream hasn’t even started! Probably. Chihiro: … Eh? Isn’t this streaming…? Hikaru: It’s not, it’s no… Huh? Chihiro: N-n-no way… Hikaru: AHAHAHA That’s hilarious! It is streaming. Seriously~ Chihiro: Wh-what do we do? What do we do? What do we do? H-Hikaru…

Hikaru: Ah, you seem a bit tense? Then, I’ll start talking! Wheee! I’m 我楽多KING’s Hikaru!

Chihiro: But the diver name… though I said Hikaru too.

Hikaru: Oh right! I’m 我楽多KING’s Silly Dog! Nice to meet you. You can call me “Dog” or whatever you like. 

Chihiro: A-a- Hikaru: This is Chi-kun– No, frai-something-Cat? Something like that. “Cat” is fine! “Cat”. Chi-kun, are you going to talk? Chihiro: Eh? Uh… M-me? Talk. Wh-What should I do? A-Aaaah–

Hikaru: Okay, okay! This is 我楽多KING's first stream! I don't really understand the settings, so I don't know if it's right. Well, I'll pretend you all can hear me and talk!!! So, our unit actually has 3 people. Right now, Kaz– C is at the convenience store. For now, let's get started with just the two of us! So then– what was it. I took notes on what I was going to say. Umm… Aha! Here it is. Unit introduction! … What was that supposed to be?

Chihiro: Unit introduction…? Umm… Wh-What kind of unit we are… something like that.

Hikaru: What kind of unit we are? I don’t really know either but… something interesting like BAM! And something that stands out kinda like GON! And “let’s do it” like DON! Aren’t we that kind of unit?

Chihiro: That kind…? Mm.. did anyone get that? 

Hikaru: Haha! You didn’t get it? I'm such an idiot, I'm really sorry about this!

Chihiro: A-anyways, the unit 我楽多KING is made up of 3 people: C, ‘'Fraidy Cat and Silly Dog. We’ll do all sorts of fun things… I think… Hikaru: Ohh! Nice work! Even though I think I said that earlier!!!

Chihiro: Ha… haaaa…

Hikaru: Well! Next topic. Umm~  next is… “Just talk casually” is what I wrote. 

Chihiro: U-uhh casually…?

Hikaru: So, casual?

Chihiro: Impossible. Hikaru: Yeah. Casual. Casual… Umm… Chihiro: Come back quickly…

Kazuki: Just when the mood has died, I have arrived! Hello, 我楽多KING’s C here. 

Chihiro: He’s back…! Hikaru: Welcome home! You brought the mood back!

Kazuki: In this situation, I can confidently say that you are the best. I saw it, you guys’ stream. Cat too, you did your best. Everyone might have been surprised by the sudden start of the stream. I’ll introduce us again. This unit is 我楽多KING. As you heard, it’s a miscellaneous unit made up of the newbie divers Silly Dog and ‘'Fraidy Cat as well as the mysterious veteran diver, C! The origin of the name comes from the idea that “Even with a bunch of junk*, we aim to be KING.” There are many areas where I am immature so it would be helpful if you could keep an eye on me! The fan name is ACE! By all means, please become a big supporter!

Hikaru: Thanks! Chihiro: T-Thank you for the support…

Kazuki: We are still amateurs in many ways. We are going to do Astro Dive a lot from now on. We also plan to distribute music. What kind of song do you want to do, Dog?

Hikaru: Upbeat!  I love high energy songs! 

Kazuki: Makes sense for Dog. What about Cat?

Chihiro: I… Refreshing. I like calming songs…

Kazuki: The two of you are complete opposites. There’s so much we can do! While we’re talking about it, Cat’s singing voice is amazing. Are you looking forward to it? 

Hikaru: Ohohoho!!! Chihiro: Ah no… my singing isn’t that… It’s not a big deal at all…

Kazuki: That’s not true. Stand tall because I said so.

Chihiro: S-sure.

Kazuki: By the way, I’m looking forward to defying everyone’s expectations with both the songs and the streams. I want to create exciting things. For example, streaming while bungee jumping. Or having a mountain explode in the background of us singing. Put down what you predict will happen now and we’ll circle back to your guesses later, okay? If you get it right, I’ll give you anything you want as a gift. 

Hikaru: Seriously? What should I do? I might need a new watering can. The handle broke the other day!

Chihiro: It’s not a present for us… Hikaru: Eh? Is that so? Oh that’s true, I can’t get it. 

Kazuki: I'll just buy you a watering can. Anyways, I’lll be doing this on a whim, so please look forward to it! Now then, see you next time! This was 我楽多KING!

Hikaru: Thanks for tuning in! 

Chihiro: Thank you for watching…

*The 我楽多 (Garakuta) in 我楽多KING means junk/trash

[izunx]

I saw on your master list you wanted some black clover requests and so was thinking how about Finral and Magna (separately) with an s/o who has strong magic but isn't really confident in their abilities and them just encouraging their s/o. Fluff would be great thank you

S/O with strong powers! ✧.*

. Thank u smmm!! this concept is so cuteee . disclaimer; I'm currently reading the manga and I watched the anime quite a while ago so please don't pay mind if its ooc! . warnings: none

✧.* Finral x gn reader ✧.* Magna x gn reader

FINRAL Roulacase

It's been too long. Too long since you've last looked happy and confident and it's been having a toll on Finral too. Should he bring it up? Should he just let you do your own thing and find yourself? He couldn't even if he wanted to. And that's why he's lost for words as your both sitting down at the base of the black bulls:

"Y/n- You seem quite down? Is there any problems??" He held his breath.

"Huh?" You looked off into the distance, debating whether your little problem was a big enough deal to talk about. You don't want to embarrass yourself in front of the man you love.

"Nothing really, it's nothing" You gave him a reassuring smile. But he could easily see through that façade.

He gently took your hand and placed it into his, he had worry weaved into his eyebrow. You couldn't help yourself at that face.

"It's just I just don't know how I possibly made it into this squad," he looked at you and you knew he was intently listening; reassuring you to go on, "I don't think my abilities are enough."

At that, his jaw drapped.

"Are you kidding me y/n?! You're amazing!" He squeezed your hand. If anything, the man was puzzled. Wondering if you were being serious.

"You think so?" You looked down into your lap.

"If anything, I look up to you love" He put his arm around you and whispered into your ear (it kinda hurt his pride saying this next part)

"I honestly think you're one of the strongest, miles better than me for sure and you're up there! You're an inspiration to a lot of the knights I can tell you that" He once more gave you a wide smile and glided his hand up and down your arm in a reassuring manner.

"You're too good for me, Finral" You immediately wrapped your arms around him, smiling into his shoulders. "You say I'm strong but I'm stronger when you're with me"

And you've done it again, got Finral smiling n' blushing like a teenage girl with a crush.

"If you'd like, we can train together" He broke the hug but his arm remained on you.

You smiled at that, you just knew you got lucky finding a gem like Finral. "Yeah, I'd like that"

You both got up, smiling like idiots but on the way out he just had to grumble, "there's no point anyways, you'll destroy me in a second love" and to that, you laughed loudly. No one could make you feel better but him.

MAGNA Swing

"Do you know what's up with y/n?" Luck asked Magna curiously, "she doesn't want to fight me anymore"

"Huh?? Are you sure you aren't going delusional?"

You'd never refuse a fight. Rather you were the one challenging him or Luck to those fights, testing out your abilities day by day. You were one of the stronger magic knights. You knew your worth, but that's only what he thought. Not wanting to worry Magna, you ended up not telling him what you were feeling at all.

"I'll go speak with her, something must be up," And off he ran.

Unbeknown to you, Magna had a fat crush on you. Everyone except you knew this. He would most literally do everything at your command. It was his priority to make sure you're alright.

"Y/N!!" Magna ran into your room, panicked.

"Magna? What's wrong?" You were laying on the bed, clueless as to why you had a scrawny tallish man barge into your room.

"Are you sick?"

"... No? Magna are you alright?"

"I am but are you?" He slowly made his way to you and sat in the chair opposite you as you got up to sit in the bed.

"Why wouldn't I be alright?"

"Don't lie to me y/n, I'm not the brightest but it doesn't take a smartass to know that you would never refuse a fight for no reason."

You gave him one of those smiles. The smile that made his heart skip a beat and his stomach do backflips. You knew he was the one for you the very moment he took his time out of his days to help each other train; you liked him. A lot.

"I can't hide anything from you" You looked down at your lap, not knowing where to start.

"Do you think I'm strong enough to stay here?"

He looked at you for a second, lost.

"Strong enough? Y/n you're even too good to be training with me of all people."

"But-"

"Absolutely no buts y/n." He grabbed your hand and looked at you with piercing eyes.

"I was born a peasant, I don't have much magic at all but you proved to me that I can work and train to earn myself some strength. And you're one of the knights that work the hardest everyday so don't ever undermine your strength."

His speech could've brought anyone to tears and it most certainly brought you to sobbing.

You hugged him tight, laying your head on his shoulder as he sat there frozen, not knowing what to do.

"God Magna, you're honestly a gem" You looked at him with softness in your eyes, "I like you, Magna." And at that, he lost his shit.

"REALLY?" He didn't know what to say, his hands were strangled in the air. He ultimately decided to put his arms tightly wrapped around you. He inhaled your scent and appreciated you.

"I like you a lot too, y/n" And the rest of the evening was spent with both of you gushing your feelings out, embracing each other.

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LN- All roads lead to you

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Masterlist

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Chapter 6: London

2nd of July, 2022

London, England

Silverstone weekend

Fuck f1. She was lying on her sofa at her flat in London. She had tickets for Silverstone. Lewis gave them to her after she turned down the one Daniel tried to give her. Max texted her, saying it would be nice to have her there. He even tried to get Kelly to convince her. Carlos DMed her. Charles and George called. She hasn't attended a race since São Paulo. She was always turning down saying it was too fair and she was too busy in The Nederlands. 

When Ímola came, she was in Italy, but fortunately too far in Sicily with the family. But that time, unfortunately, she was in London on the exactly same weekend as Silverstone. She had no excuses anymore. Everyone wanted her to be in the Paddock again. But she didn't want to be there. Not because she didn't miss her friends, but because of Lando. He would be there and probably his girlfriend. Girlfriend. The one he left her in that hotel room in Santorini for.

...

Flashback: 

2 weeks after Santorini: 

The doorbell rang. Max was alone at home. Maybe it was Lando who had traveled to London to pick up his girl and bring her to their place. Max was planning on going out. He wasn't in the mood for being the third wheel that night. He opened the door "Did you forget your ke... Wow! Is that really you?" it was her "Hi, Max!" "Hey! Long time, no see" "Yeah, it's been a while" "How are you?" "Trying to feel better" "That's good" "Yeah" "Hum... So, what brings you here?" "Is Lando home?" "Lando? No" "Will he take too long to come back?" "I have no idea. He didn't say anything" "Oh! Do you mind if I wait for him? I want to give him his hoodie back, maybe talk...". He didn't see any problem in letting her come in and wait for his roommate, it would be good if they made amends, and he liked them together. But, then, Max remembered Lando was going back with his girlfriend. That encounter couldn't happen "I don't know if that's a good idea" "Come on! I play with you. Any game you pick". Tempting. "I don't think Lando would like it" "Why not? Is he mad with me?" "I think that should be the opposite, no?" "I am not mad anymore. I just want to talk and solve things with him. Please, let me get in and wait for him". Fuck, she was persistent. He would need to appeal to the truth "I really can't let you" "Why not? Give me a good reason" he licked his lips, then started to talk "Lando is coming over with his girlfriend" "Oh... Girlfriend?" Fuck, fuck, Fuck, million fucks "Look, darling, I am going out right now. Why don't you join me and I explain everything to you" she was sedated by the shock "Okay" "Great. Will grab my keys" "Max" "Hum?" "His hoodie" "Oh, thanks... Be right back"

...

They were sitting at a pub's counter. He ordered no alcoholic drinks cause he was driving, but she insisted on the alcoholic ones at least for her. "So, if you feel ready, I can start telling you what's going on" "Alright, elucidate me, please" "Do you remember Santorini?" how could she forget?:

 "I can't go out with you anymore" "Why it doesn't impress me?" "Look... I just can't" "I should have never slept with you. Why? Why did you come till here and look for trouble if you knew it would hurt me? I made it very clear I couldn't handle with this right now" "Because I couldn't let you sleep with the good looking Italian!" "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!? IS THIS A FUCKING COMPETITION NOW!?" "I haven't said that" "Unfortunately I like you, not him, idiot. My life would be a lot easier if I had a crush on Giaro, not on you" "I..." "If that's all, please leave my hotel room" "I..." "Just leave now and never talk to me again, yes?" "Please don't be mad at me" "I can't believe you" "Please..." "Get out!"  

"Yes, I do" "Well, he was going to talk with you, try to make you less emotional, maybe end up things friendly, but..." Max paused "But..." "He received a text from this girl" "his current girlfriend?" "Yes" they kept a moment in silence "Is she Luisa?" "Do you know about her" "He commented about her" "Wow" Lando was really an asshole. He loved him, but he was a big asshole with girls. "I only told you that so you can leave them alone and move on with your life" she nodded "And because I think you are a sweet girl who deserves better than this whole situation" She smiled, insincere "Thanks, Max" "Please keep that a secret" "Of course, no one will know about it" "Thanks" he cleaned his throat "Can I buy you another round?" "Yes, please. Maybe 5 more" he laughed "5? How will you go back home like that?" "Can't you drop me there?" he smiled softly with his lips, she was actually suffering "Sure"'

...

Fuck. How could she attend a race and risk bumping into them? 

Her doorbell rang. "What the fuck?" She kept immobile on her sofa hoping whoever it was, would go away. The person rang the doorbell again. She was not getting up. "Give up" she mumbled. Then her phone started to ring. Shit, shit, shit. She rushed to turn the phone off, it was Lewis. She knew who was at the door. She grumbled, then dragged her body to the door, opening it definitely without a smile on her face. She showed Lewis her phone, his name on the screen "Really?" "Thought you were going to fool me?" The British man stated "Yes. But you are too smart for me" he chuckled "Come in, sir Lewis Hamilton" "Thanks" "Make yourself comfortable". She threw herself on the sofa again while Lewis took his coat off. Then, he joined her in the living room. "How are you doing?" "Shitty" she said with a pillow on her face "What is going on? I mean, you came back from Greece like someone has died in there. Then, you stopped attending races this season, and no one can convince you to go. Also, you are never in the UK anymore, you don't talk with any of the drivers you are friends with unless they look after you" "Who said something is going on? Can't I take a break from f1?" "You could. If you didn't love it" she did miss f1 "Well, maybe I don't love it anymore" "What happened on that trip?" "Nothing" he took the pillow off her face so she could see his face, the expression of disbelief "You really expect me to believe that isolating yourself in The Nederlands, stopping watch f1, and cutting contact with the drivers right before you come back from vacations are all coincidence?" "Yes?" "Come on! Tell me the truth. Did you fight with someone that resembles you f1?" She chuckled, bitter, she really couldn't fool Lewis "I wish" she took a deep breath "I got involved with someone" "So what?" "A f1 driver" "Did you really?" "Yes" "Who?! It was Giovinazzi?" She lifted her head "What? Why do you think is he?" "Well, you said it was a driver. It's the only former pilot that is almost your age and is not married I could think" "Who said it's a former pilot?" "It's a current?!" Lewis frowned, trying to figure out who it was, then he remembered Lando missed after Abu Dhabi last season and she couldn't go because she was on vacation in Santorini. The exact trip she came back depressed from "You and Norris?" "Ding ding ding. Correct answer! One point for Lewis Hamilton" her sarcasm was making the room heavy "No way! Doesn't he have a girlfriend?" "Another point for the British pilot!" she kept speaking like a reality show host "That's why you're avoiding the paddock" "Yes, good job, Sherlock Holmes" "Fuck! Tell me how it happened" she was not in the mood for humiliate herself "Basically, he was going out with both of us in the same time and at the end picked up her. It happened in Santorini after Abu Dhabi. Now I can't go to any paddock cause they are always together and I really don't want to see them together in front of me".

Lewis took a deep breath, he already has heard about Lando's reputation, but he would never imagine his friend would ever be a victim of it. "You should come anyway" "Haven't you heard me?" "I did. And I think you shouldn't let him think he won this battle" "But he did. He was the one who left. He's the one who's happy with his girlfriend. And I am the one who's pathetically running away alone" "Do you realize that you're the one who's letting him win?" she hummed, she didn't look from this point of view "It's not like I am telling you to get up and get him back, but to walk away from this situation with lipgloss on your lips, Prada shoes on your feet and, of course, with your head up." she smiled "Do you really want me to go, don't you?" "Yes. But also want to see you happy again" "By the way, shouldn't you be at Silverstone right now?" "I was on my way to Silverstone when I decided I would pass by and wouldn't leave without you" "You are too sweet" "So? What do you tell me?" "I think I can attend this weekend" "Good! Go get ready" "What do you mean, I am ready already" she was wearing grey sweatpants, a Dutch National Football Team jersey, and Goku socks. "You are kidding me, right?" "Of course. Do you think I would risk being mistaken for a McLaren supporter?" " So go change yourself! It's getting late already" He looked at his watch "Okay, okay". 

...

15 minutes later she came back wearing a long white dress with blue details on it, black Jimmy Choo high heels, a blue purse to match the dress, and a golden watch and bracelet. She also carried with her a sunglass.

"Wow! You look very beautiful" "Thanks" "Shall we go?" Lewis offered his arm to her"Sure!" she grabbed her bag and took his arm. 

In Mercede's car, Lewis started "So, Norris, huh? I didn't think he was your type" "What type do you think is mine?" "I don't know. Maybe someone more like me" she laughed "Nah, I'm joking, but he's too boyish for you" "What do you mean?" "You are a strong, pretty, independent woman. You are way too much for him, you know?" she smiled "Thanks. You are a good friend" he smiled back "Guess who will be at Mercedes's box" "Tom Cruise?" "Yeah" "Can I meet him?" "Sure. And you wanting to be home"

...

Silverstone never have been so good. She was received with a lot of warmth by George and Daniel. Even Max went to Mercedes's box to welcome her "You were missed around here, lady" she smiled at the Dutchman and gave him a hug. She also met Tom Cruise and all of her drinks were on him, he invited her to be his photographer for one of his projects. Everything was going really well till she decided to walk towards Ferrari's box to greet Charles and Carlos. Bad idea. The thing she was the most afraid of happened: she bumped into Lando and Luisa. She couldn't even pretend it didn't happen cause she let her VIP badge fall on the ground and Luisa was the one who saw "Lando, wait..." she squatted and grabbed the badge "Hey!" the model shouted, but she didn't seem to hear. So the Portuguese lady ran to her. Lando knew that back perfectly. It couldn't be. Was he going crazy? He wished he was, cause when his girlfriend touched her shoulder he saw her face. Maybe she wouldn't recognize Luisa, but she did, her paralyzed face made it very clear she knew who she was. Would she be mean and ruin his relationship? Tell his girlfriend that he was hitting both of them at the same time? And worst, tell her he was a big liar who left her just after fucking her? He must intervene, so he ran to join them. "Excuse me, you let it fall" Luisa showed her the badge "Oh! I... hum... thanks" She grabbed the badge, her hands were shaking "What are you doing, love?" Lando placed his hand on Luisa's back  "She let her badge fall on the ground. I was just giving it back". He felt unwell, he didn't know being that close to her again would be so hard. Her gaze moved up to meet Lando's and somehow, she let his name slip off her lips like a whisper "Lando..." "Hey..." they seemed to be lost on each other, like they were the only people in that paddock.

Luisa watched them "Do you know each other?" it was enough for Lando to get out of his trance "Yeah, she's Daniel's friend" he looked at her "This is my girlfriend Luisa. Hum... how's your name again?" she couldn't believe him "Hum... I must go. Nice to meet you, Luisa, thanks again for the badge" then she turned her back to them and continued to walk to Ferrari's box. "Is she okay?" Luisa asked "Yeah, probably yeah, guess she's shy" Luisa looked at him with a frown on her forehead "You know her, you should check if she's fine" "What? Why me?" "Alright, I go then" he held her arm "Fine, I go" she smiled and kissed his face "Meet you at McLaren's box" "Okay". He watched Luisa go so he could start looking for her.

...

Ferrari's box:

She didn't know how she walked till there. The air was heavy, and it was hard to breathe "Principessa!  You came" Charles welcomed her with open arms for a hug, but he could tell she wasn't well "What happened? I just bumped into Lando and his girlfriend" Charles frowned, he didn't see a problem "So what?" "He..." she was struggling with the tears "He..." Carlos placed his hand on her shoulder. He knew about the story "Come here" he opened his arms and she hugged him, letting everything out against his red suit "Can someone tell me what's going on?" "Let's take her to your room".

...

In Charles's room, they told him everything "That's why you are panicking?" "When he was introducing his girlfriend to me, he asked me my name" "He asked..." "he said: 'how's your name again?'" "Qué hijo de puta!" Carlos cursed " Beautiful, look at me" she looked at Charles "When I see him again, I'll kill him, okay?" she smiled "Let it go, Char. I appreciate it, tho" he hugged her "Let's go, I'll ask Charlotte to make you some company" "Okay". 

...

The first thing the Monegasque, the Spanish, and the Italian saw when going out of Ferrari's box was Lando Norris's face. Charles had his phone on his ear "Allo" Charlotte said on the other line "Je t'appelle plus tard, mon amour" he hung up and let her hand go, so he could punch the British's face. He walked toward Lando, angry, and stopped a centimeter from him "What is she doing here?" Charles didn't seem to be happy in collaboration, but took a deep breath and answered his friend "She's going to watch the race" "I meant right here in this garage, holding your hand" the Ferrari driver was getting stressed already "Look, Lando, I really like you, man, but with all the respect it doesn't concerns to you" "If you actually like me just answer the bloody question, mate" the older one licked his lips, stepped even forward and said in a firm, low, but hearable, tone "Just stay away from her" "Excuse me?!" "Stay away from her. Laisse-la tranquille. Stai lontano da lei. Capisci?" he repeated louder, angrier, authoritarian than before... And in 3 languages, he would put into practice his shitty Spanish if it needed to be done. 

It was enough for Lando "Who do you think you are, huh? Why don't you step back to your royalty life and your Monaco fairytale kingdom and let me talk to my..." Charles didn't give a shit about those labels "Your what? As far as I know, you are at odds with each other. You took away the one night stand, girlfriend, and friend title from her. The damage you caused to her, you've got no right to talk with her. So just walk away again and stay away from her" "Fuck you!". Charles had his fist tightened closed and had no need to be a specialist in body language to see Lando had his jawline so clenched that he could break Charles's face just for looking at the Monegasque." Charles, non! S'il te plait, le frappe pas!" "I won't punch your face right now just because she asked to" Charles warned Lando. "Now you are with him?" Lando asked directly to her "I don't know... who are you, again?" Carlos held his laugh slip "Even you Carlos?" "Bro, don't come put the blame on me. This is your fault, you should have been honest with the girls" Carlos defended himself "My fault?!" he chuckled "This's her fault! She mixed everything up!" "Right! Cause all the things you told me in Santorini weren't true. I just failed to detect your lies" "I... I did mean those" he said in a low tone "Go away, Lando" Charles turned him by the shoulders "Go back to your girlfriend and forget about her". Charles extended his hand to her "Let's find Charlie" "Okay" she grabbed his hand "Bye, Carlos" "Bye". Carlos walked toward Lando and tapped his back "Do what Charles told you, bro. It's the best for the both of you"

//

Almost 3 months later: September, 2022

London, England 

Ding dong

She was watching Lucifer when someone rang her doorbell. She paused the TV and looked through the peephole. Lando? "Haha, speaking on the devil" she thought. Did he expect her to welcome him in her place? He rang the doorbell again, she took a deep breath and opened the door. He couldn't look more surprised, he wasn't expecting her to open the door, at all "What are you doing here?" "Hi!" she wasn't going to greet him. He cleaned his throat "Can we talk?" "Now you wanna talk" "I... Didn't know what to say before" she arched an eyebrow "I know now" Silence" "You are right, I should've talked to you before" She didn't believe a single word he said but she really wanted an apologize "Come in" she left the door open and walked towards the living room from where she should've never left. He entered the house, closed the door, and followed her. He had never been in there, but finding the way to the living room wasn't any difficult due to the strawberry lipgloss and green apple shampoo fragrance trail, her scent, she had left behind. The whole place smelled like her, maybe if he asked nicely she would let him have an object from there so he could smell her 24/7. Or if he was annoying enough she would throw one of them on him. 

She turned the television off, throwing the remote on the sofa "Want anything?" 'You' he thought "I'm good" "Well..." she crossed her arms and leaned her butt on the sofa's arm. Lucky sofa. "You can start talking" she demanded "Okay, hum..." he lifted his hand to pass through his hair, but middle way she stopped him "Don't you dare pass your fingers through your hair. I can't concentrate when you do that" he tucked his hands on his pockets "Thanks", she muttered "First of all, I guess I owe you an apologize" "You guess?" "I know I owe you an apology" she kept silent, staring at his face "I'm sorry" "Okay" "For real" she still didn't believe in anything, not anymore "Alright" "Why do I have the feeling you don't believe in me?" "I don't know. What exactly are you apologizing for?" "For what I've done to you" "Lying or leaving? Or lying for the reason you left? Or for after doing all of these things, blaming me? Or for pretending we barely knew each other in front of the reason you left? Or for introducing her to me as if nothing has happened? Or for all of those?". She was very mad with him, anyone could tell, and for making it worse she hadn't had the opportunity to yell at him yet. He frowned, he knew what he had done, she didn't need to throw it all on his face and... 'Pretending we barely knew each other in front of the reason you left'!? What the hell she meant?! "What do you mean?" "Which part?" "Pretending we didn't know each other in front of the reason I left" "You know what that means" "I left because you asked me! You also asked me to never talk to you again!" "Right. If you actually cared about that, you wouldn't be here now" Shit! She was right. He took a deep breath and asked her suppressing all his anger "Why do you think I left?" "I know why you left" she paused before saying in a low tone "Another girl. The one you've been dating since Santorini" he threw his head down, he couldn't be more ashamed of himself "What do you know about it?" "She texted you, you made a choice and the choice was to give up on us" Her voice was pure melancholy and she couldn't look at him as well "I mean to give up on me. We never existed for you" "It wasn't that simple" "Really?! Because if I well remember you were out of my room less than 2 minutes before I entered the bathroom. You didn't stand to fight. It was very simple". He didn't have anything more to say except a truthful "Sorry" which she recognized "Thank you" silence 

"Why have you left? I mean, I know why, but why did you fly to Santorini straight from your f1 car to tell me it wasn't sexual only if there was another girl? Because I opened myself for you. I told you about my traumas and I believed in your words. Even so, you did exactly what I told you you were going to do and you swore you weren't. Why did you have all this work?" "I did mean all of these, but... it has her, and she became my weak point during that time" She swallowed the crying and agreed "So you should have kept your ass in Abu Dhabi" "I know. I really don't know why I looked after you" 'it was probably your cocksucker ego' she thought "Okay" "It was Max who told you about that?" "Max Verstappen?" "Max Fewtrell" "Who else would be?" "Son of a bitch" and easily his anger woke up "He's a dead man" she uncrossed her arms and stood up "Don't do anything to him, he had the best intentions" "Really?! Which ones? Fuck with me? Was he part of your revenge plan?" " "No, idiot. I came to him and I was going to look after you and I was very determined to do it and Max knew it was going to be a big atomic bomb in your relationship so..." she took a deep breath" "He probably saw that as the only possible way to stop me from blowing it all over you. And he was right, I would never humiliate myself like that. So I gave up." he looked angry still "He was protecting you and I don't have the interest in ever talking about it to anyone. So there's none to worry about". She touched his hand slightly to pass some security to him. And then, he was calmer, she had this power to calm him down. He smiled, remembering himself sleeping on her belly after days of sleeping awfully "How can you still be so nice to me?" "Doing bad stuff to people you love even when you're mad with them isn't love" "Love. How can you..." "I wonder the same every day for a year now" "Right" "Do you promise you won't kill Max?" "No" she giggled, he did the same "You have to promise me. Not that I will believe you but..." "Alright, no murdering" "Thank you" they remained in silence. "Hey" "Hum?" He turned serious "I'm sorry" her joy died again and she nodded "You have said it already. Twice" "But you didn't seem to accept it" "I'll. Eventually" "That's good" "Okay" "Will we see in Suzuka?" "Possibly" "If you do it, It will be a big pleasure" "Can't say the same" "Stop with it! I know you love me" "Alright, you crossed the line. Out of my house!" she said, authoritarian "I ain't going to commit the same mistake again".

Her armature feel off her body, he could feel the raw feelings exposed radiating out of her "I..." she blushed, couldn't speak, she didn't even remember her own name. And of course, he wouldn't miss the chance of winning the game again. He stepped closer to her, took her hands on his own, and watched, delightful, she simply watched without knowing how to or what she should do in response, such as a virgin. 

He said in a low tone "I ain't going anywhere" She had her mouth half opened and he was sure he was going to fantasize about all of the dirty stuff that picture had brought to his mind later "So you should get used to having me around again" she wanted to kiss him, rip his clothes off, make he pays for the pain he put on her through, make he beg for her, as Christian Grey did with Anastasia without a specific reason, but she would lose the game and she wasn't going to plead for armistice any soon. Also, he had a girlfriend, she was not going to do anything with a taken man. So she approached his face, so close he prepared himself to close his eyes and moisturize his lips already, and said "Let's see, then" and stepped back again "If that's all, you can leave already. The door it's this way". Bitch.

He should've predicted it "You're being very impolite" "And if you don't leave now I'll call the police" "No, you won't" "Do I look like I'm full of shit?" "Okay, it's getting late already" "Yes, it's" he made his way to the door where she waited for him. She opened it and he stood in front of her "Also, you were mistaken" she said impatiently "What?" "I don't have a girlfriend anymore" "You..." and faster than his f1 car, he stole a brief peck from her and ran for his life before she could punch his face. She didn't know what to feel, but smiled with his action, closing the door and wondering how could she continue the day after that?

//

Later that day

Woking, England: 

"Maximilian Daniel Fewtrell!" Max hadn't heard those words in such an authoritative tone since he moved out from his parents's house. He paused the game and turned the chair towards Lando, whose voice he had recognized and just for the expression on his face he knew something wasn't right "What's going on?" without thinking twice, the f1 driver took off his white Nike airs and threw it at Max's head, who crossed his arms in front of the face to protect himself "ARE YOU BLOODY INSANE?!" he shouted, red of anger "You were bloody insane!" "The hell is wrong with you?!" "Can you give me a reasonable reason for you to tell her I left Santorini because Luisa had texted me?". Max paralyzed, took his headphones off and placed the remote on the table "So she let you talk, huh?" "What's your problem?!" "I saved your ass, mate!" "Oh, really?! Ruining my chances forever with her?" "You had a girlfriend! She was here. Her pretty face, perfect ass, her broken heart, and your Quadrant hoodie. She said 'I want to give it back to him, do you think he would be here soon?' Yes, you were.! You were coming over with the girl you were dating which, if I didn't give her a good reason to run over this place forever, wouldn't have been your girlfriend anymore. So, yeah, I saved your relationship, and yourself from having to explain to the two ladies you hit on at the same time. And more, you had it all for the small price of having her out of your life forever. Or at least the romantic part of it". Lando paused, he was thinking about the Quadrant hoodie:

Lando was packing to Ibiza. He, his girlfriend, and a couple of friends were going on vacations there. He grabbed a white shirt to take with him, but with it, he dropped a black hoodie "Shit" he placed the shirt on his bag and came back to put the hoodie back in the wardrobe. Accidentally, he unfolded it: the Quadrant hoodie he left with her "How do you end up here?" he asked to the hoodie. Lando walked to Max's room with the cloth on his hands "Hey, Max" "What's up, mate?" "Do you know something about that?" Max glimpsed the hoodie "It's a Quadrant hoodie, bro" "Yes, but... it was with someone. How did it end up here again?" Max looked at the hoodie again, that time with attention "Oh! That hoodie. I washed it, ironed and folded" "Did you meet with her?" Damn! Should he tell what happened to Lando? Probably not at that moment, he would ruin vacations "Nah. I was home once and a pack arrived" "Oh! Alright" he smelled it "Why did you have to wash it?" "What?!" "Nothing" he went back to his room to finish packing.

When Lando came back to reality, he finally said "You know that's not a small price" he muttered "Sorry for this. And for making it a secret but I didn't find another better way" He sat on the sofa's arm "That's because it doesn't have another way. At least not that I wouldn't take the responsibility for the whole situation" "Yeah..." Max stood up and collected the shoe from the floor, walking towards Lando and giving it back to him "Sorry for being angry. You did that thinking about me" he grabbed the shoe "Thanks" he muttered "It's fine, mate. Come here" Max hugged the blonde guy who hugged him back, resting his head on the brunette's shoulder "You know something?" "Hum?" "Daniel is not my middle name" he lifted his head and unmade the hug "No?!" "No" he said almost inaudible "What is, then?" "Bradley" "Right!" he said prolonging the i "That's right. I remember now. My mistake, mate" "In this case, I should change my name to Sochi"

Lando looked with a serious expression at Max, but his roommate could only laugh. The McLaren driver looked at the shoe and then at Max "You should thank her later" "For what?" "She made me promise I wasn't going to kill you" "So?" "That's why you're still breathing" "Oh, shut your mouth" he walked back to the chair "How was with her, by the way?" he placed the sneaker on the floor and took the other off "Tense" "Tell me something new. It's always tense between the both of you" he unpaused the game "She heard me, didn't believe in my apologies, threw all the shit I've made on my face, turned sad because of it, I apologized again, she still didn't seem to believe, then sent me out off her place, I said I wasn't going to commit the same mistake again, it made her vulnerable, she kept defensive still, convinced me to not kill you and to leave, I asked her if we were going to meet in japan, she said yes, I told her I am single, then I stole a brief kiss from her and now I'm here" he laid on the sofa "So you got her back" "Definitely" "Good luck in your old drama" "Old and hard" "True. What's the next step?" "Revive old memories" "How?" "That's easy, mate..." he paused, lost in the memories. He smiled at the reminiscences ".... even when things were rough between us, when we were together things were also good. Very good. She and I, we're more than unforgettable. The difference is that this time I ain't going to fuck up everything" "Oh, that's something I believe seeing only" "You'll. This time it's going to be perfect". Lando didn't believe in his words either, but he was going to try. 

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Dazai X Odasaku!Sister "Timeless" P3

Hello! I've been writing for awhile but this is the first time writing bsd. I gave Oda's sister a name but I'll do a version with y/n if that's more your speed.

Synopsis: After Odasaku's death Dazai searches for a way to fulfill his last request but doesn't know where to start. That is until he meets Odasaku's mysterious little sister.

Warnings: Usual bsd warnings. Murder, talks of death and suicide, Dazai being a sociopath.

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Part 3/3

After numerous wrong turns and five tumbles into total random strangers, Asa and Dazai found themselves in the middle of a local fast food place as the poor girl stared down at the menu with serious silence, her eyes squinting in the process. 

The boy only snorted though, knowing she probably couldn’t see shit and eventually she just told the worker to pick their favorite and that’s what she would have. He knew things would’ve been much easier if she took those things off, but didn’t speak about it.

Besides, watching her scramble around like an idiot was entertaining in itself. 

Sliding into the booth, Asa then sighed to herself before pushing her useless glasses up further onto her face. “Ahh, things in Yokohama are so different from back home. I knew all the food places there. Here everything is new. Well, I guess that’s exciting in its own way.” 

Dazai had other things on his mind though, the boy's un-bandaged eye gazing at her in curiosity. “What I want to know is how you plan on surprising me today?” 

The girl then smiled to herself before taking a sip of her drink unbothered. “There will be time for it. For now though, enjoy. We are on the date after all.” 

He couldn’t help but chuckle at that, his head turning with amusement. “Oh? Is that what we are doing?”

Asa only nodded though. “Mhm! I mean after today it will be official anyways so I figured why not?”

This girl was so confident, so much so that Dazai knew it would be her downfall. She had no idea who she was dealing with after all. She didn’t realize that she was currently sitting across from the devil himself. 

But once again, he humored her, knowing it would work in his favor anyways. “Ah, you’re so silly Asa-chan! You always say such interesting things. So tell me, what about me made you fall again? Was it my handsome face? I bet it was! That’s what everyone says.” 

HIs new childlike demeanor wasn’t lost on her though, Asagao smiling before carefully putting the drink down. “It’s more than just your face.”

Fake gasping at the information, Dazai leaned forward. “Ah ha! So you do think my face is handsome! I knew it. Tell me more Asa-chan. Come onnn..” 

She didn’t even have to think before answering the hungry boy. “It’s simple. You fascinate me, Dazai Osamu. In fact, I’ve been waiting a long time to meet someone like you.”

At that, Dazai’s eye couldn’t help but raise with even more intrigue. Oh so now we were getting somewhere. But the question was, why would anyone want to meet him? Usually everyone was trying to do the opposite.

They knew that meeting him face to face was a fate worse than death. 

He didn’t say that though, only pushing deeper as he batted his eyes with a mocking reply. “Ooooh have you? Well then, am I everything you dreamed of?” 

The normal answer was “no” of course. That's what it should’ve been. 

He quickly realized though that Odasaku’s sister was not normal in the slightest, her eyes closing with some sort of relief in order to smile softly. “Yeah, you are.”

Dazai was doubtful of that though, so much so he decided to make fun of her some more in order to garner a reaction. “Even if I told you my job is big and scary?” 

Asa only turned her head though, like the answer was obvious. “It doesn’t matter what strings come attached. As long as it’s you, I don’t mind.” 

Dazai felt his eyes darken then, allowing his black port mafia soul to seep through ever so slightly. Odasaku’s sister was treading on dangerous territory.

Because he knew how disappointed Oda would be if he was alive to hear it. “Careful darling, that answer could get you killed.” 

And not that he cared that much but he also didn’t want the last remaining piece of his best friend to disappear so easily. 

It’s like the two halves of his soul were arguing with each other, the side of the fifteen year old boy clinging to the face that looked so much like his best friend and the port mafia executive that wanted her to die just to prove that he was right. 

Then all all at once, Asagao shrugged, brushing off his threat with ease. “As long as you’re the one pulling the trigger it’s fine.” 

He knew what she was saying immediately. She still wanted him to be her executor in hopes of getting closer to her big brother. She was so calm about it too, like she had already planned it in her mind. 

Soaking in her response, Dazai then turned quiet, his ever moving mind desperate to decipher everything about her. Sure, to anyone else the girl was as surface level as they came. Naive, clumsy, and inexperienced about everything and everyone. 

But with that conversation just hours ago and now, the boy saw something else. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it yet, but he knew there was something deeper about her, something far more complex.

She was both intelligent and naive, clumsy yet careful in her manner of speech, she held herself with such innocence and yet didn’t bat an eye about how dark he could be. To put it simply, she was a walking contradiction in every sense of the world. 

Yet whatever she ultimately was didn’t feel hostile or evil in any sense. He never sensed that she was a threat or using him for some sort of plan. In fact it was quite the opposite. Whenever she looked at Dazai it seemed to be filled with a strange sense of care and longing. 

And whether he wanted to admit it or not, the boy felt relaxed with her, like he could show the deepest and darkest parts of his soul and never gain a response. She was like Odasaku in that regard.

 Perhaps that’s why he felt so comfortable with her, because she had that same sense of carefree understanding about her. He could sink into old habits with her just like those nights at Bar Lupin. 

Just then, his phone began to buzz as Dazai quickly took out the object only to find a message from Mori on the display, his words short and concise. 

Be careful while you're out, Dazai. 

Looks like that underground group we talked about today is trying to make their move. 

Ah right. The underground group that was trying to take down the port mafia recently. He had forgotten about that. Well, not really forgotten, more like wiped it from his mind because it wasn’t interesting in the slightest. 

Sighing to himself, his eyes then glanced to the three men that had been following them since Dazai and Asagao’s talk overlooking the city. 

Oh, did he not mention that before? 

Well that’s because it wasn’t important. Sure, these guys were probably following him around in order to gain some leverage about how to beat the port mafia but he knew they wouldn’t strike unless they found some. They weren’t that stupid. 

And they never would. The mafia’s information was confidential after all and finding they weren’t clever enough to figure out how to get it. Sure, they could try to torture him or whatever but his name wasn’t something to be taken lightly. That’s why they were keeping their distance. 

Turning back to Asagao, he then tuned back into her rambling conversation about nothing important in order to stare silently.

 Poor girl didn’t even notice they were being followed and watched. Hell, she probably couldn’t see anything given those blurry and useless glasses she wore all the time. 

And he checked to see if her intuition was strong when they first got here but unfortunately, the girl hadn't noticed anyone. Now that you mention it, Asagao hadn’t looked anywhere but at Dazai the entire time..

Almost like the rest of the world was irreverent to her. 

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Remember when Dazai said that those underground thugs wouldn’t approach him? 

Well, it turns out that wasn't the case, the two being cornered only a couple minutes after leaving the restaurant. Ah how annoying, he thought they were at least smarter than this. 

But apparently not. 

Asagao on the other hand only looked confused, her head tilting at the new bloodthirsty presence. “Oh, hello? Can we help you? I’m sorry but we are kinda on a date right now.” 

The main man only laughed at her utter disregard for danger though, pointing to the bored bandaged boy behind her. “Didn’t know the port mafia executive had a girl.” 

And though he had just let Dazai’s true profession slip, Oda’s sister didn’t even bat an eye, instead focusing on other things. “Oh well, it’s not official yet. But between you and me that’s what I’m hoping for.” 

She then giggled to herself like a lovesick school girl only for the thug to grow annoyed with her lukewarm reaction in order to lift his hand out and slap her across the face with a growl. “Shut up bitch!” 

The force was so strong that it turned her head completely to the side, her large framed glasses falling from her face in the process as they clattered onto the ground. 

And though Dazai was incapable of feeling compassion or care towards her, the sight caused his fingers to reach for his gun with a cruel smile.

 He did try to tell her after all, what she was asking for. It was her own damn fault, maybe now she would think twice before saying she was fine with his dark and twisted life. 

Perhaps this was the push she needed to go back home and forget everything before he corrupted her forever. 

The man then laughed at Asagao’s stunned stance only to turn back towards Dazai with malice. “The port mafia is finished. At first we thought it was hopeless but now that an anonymous source has given us everything about you, we know how to take you down, Dazai Osamu.” 

Feeling himself pause, the pieces clicked into place. So that’s why they had approached them, it was because they finally had the leverage they needed to strike. But where did they get it from? Like he said the port mafia records were locked up tight. What kind of anonymous source had that kind of power? 

Well that was a later problem. First he would finish these idiots and then he could focus on the infiltration of his personal records. 

Analyzing the situation, the boy looked at his enemy before sighing. This guy that was speaking wasn’t even the leader of the group, it was obvious. He was just some stand in lackey. Of course that was something only Dazai could figure out. 

Yet before he could speak even more, Asagao spoke, her voice coming out far different and way less cheerful than he had heard all day. “Now why did you have to do that?” 

Snapping her head up, Dazai then watched the man physically flitch as she stood ominous still. “Why is the first thing I have to see your painfully ugly face? I could’ve gone forever in my imagination and now I have to see the reality of how unpleasant you actually are.” 

She then pointed towards the thug before sighing. “Besides, you're not even the leader of this group.”

At that, Dazai couldn’t help but pause. What did she just say? Did she seriously just pick up on this guy being a fake that easily? How interesting, he didn’t think anyone would’ve gotten that except him. 

The fake leader seemed stunned as well, his eyes wide as Asagao moved her finger down in order to scan his entire aura. “Don’t stare at me like that. It’s obvious. Between your oversized shirt, fake designer shoes and obnoxiously try hard and overbearing behavior it’s clear you're compensating for something. You’re like a child playing dress up and pretending. It’s hard to watch honestly.” 

The way she spoke, it was so cruel and full of mocking vigor, like she was making fun of his lack of intelligence. It sounded like she was playing around with him, a tactic that Dazai liked to favor especially. The boy didn’t know she was capable of such a thing though. 

She didn’t react like this to anything he said today, and he had tried numerous times. But the calm collected Asagao and this one were like night and day from each other. 

And not only that, she picked apart that guy with extreme precision. She was witty, sharp and clever, being able to notice his flaws in a millisecond. It reminded Dazai of someone familiar. 

Glued to see what she would do next, he then watched Asagao move her finger from the thug to the group behind him in order to speak plainly. “So if we are going to have a real fight, I’d like to be with that guy behind you. Aka the real leader of the group.” 

Then all at once, everyone gasped in order to step aside as a smaller, more meekly dressed man moved to the center. He looked unassuming and plain but of course that’s what he was going for in order not to look suspicious. 

No one was supposed to notice him, but Asagao did. 

Stopping right in front of her, the man spoke coldly. “Just who are you?” 

He must have assumed she was port mafia, his eyes cautious and on guard only for her to stare down at the man with challenge. “Come at me and find out..” 

The man grumbled then, his hands reaching out only for Dazai’s hand to immediately tighten around the gun between his fingers. He was conflicted, wanting to see just what Oda’s sister could do and needing to make sure she didn’t die like his best friend. 

Yet that’s when Asagao simply shifted her head behind her, the hair covering her eyes as she smiled. “Don’t worry, Osamu. Didn’t you remember?” 

Lifting her head up, Dazai’s eyes then couldn’t help but widen his pure shock as he truly got a look at Asagao. Gone were the invisible and physical barriers she had purposely put up, her icy blue gaze piercing his own before realizing he was looking in a mirror. 

Hollow. 

Her eyes were hollow, deep cavern-like nothing, staring into his soul as she truly gazed upon the world for what it was. Empty, purposeless and cruel.   

And in an instant, Osamu Dazai was hit with a sickening sense of family, having seen the same exact look a million times before. That gaze, it was just like his, in every single sense. Holding no feeling, no life. 

Then the girl simply turned her head in order to finish with a cocky smirk. 

“I’m an Oda.” 

Snapping back to her prey, Asagao then narrowed her eyes as she watched the unruly thug charge towards her with full power. “Now, let’s play a game. What is the one most valuable tool for a wanna-be assassin?” 

At that, the thug threw his arm down, his fists reaching a couple inches from her face before the girl seemed to disappear from his sight completely only to reappear in an instant right behind him with a sigh. “Power, speed, agility? Nah, those are all wrong.” 

Spinning around in confusion, the man gasped. How in the hell did she get over there? He thought he had her cornered for sure. “W-Wha?! Where did you..” 

Asagao only smirked though, unbothered by his faltering response. “I’ll show you what’s the most important.” 

The man then blinked only to find his stomach and right knee screaming in pain, like someone had kicked him as he doubled over in surprise only to find that the girl hadn’t moved from her spot. But how was that possible? How could she strike him without a single touch?

Not liking her attitude, his eyes then turned livid before charging at her again only for her 

to disappear as he felt his legs get swiped out from underneath him like a breathless wind. Okay what the fuck was going on?!

Asagao then appeared to his side like magic, her voice coming out disappointed.“You’re not even an ability user, are you? That’s why you hid behind that other guy. Ah, how boring I was really hoping I could show off tonight for Osu.” 

Widening his eyes, the man then jumped back only for his stupid little brain to put something together. “She’s an ability user! Grab her! She uses invisibility or teleportation or something..” 

She only rolled her eyes at that though, putting her hand to her face in an exasperated groan. “Ugh this is why you’re not gonna win. You think too small. Osu, can you please show these low intelligent thugs how it’s done?” 

All at once, the men then turned towards Dazai only for him to narrow his eyes in thought. Based on her demonstration he had some theories, and he was glad to showcase how far above he was to these losers. 

Yes, Asagao was fast but it wasn’t invisibility or teleportation. From the way she was shaking out her hands and moving her feet it was obvious she was delivering the hits firsthand. 

The way she moved was disorienting as well, Odasaku’s sister disappearing in thin air almost like she was never there to begin with only to reappear not even a millisecond later somewhere else. 

No, this wasn’t some sort of invisibility, it was something else entirely. 

Then Dazai had his answer, allowing his lips to curve into a smug smirk before speaking plainly. “Her ability is time, more specifically stopping time.”  

All at once, the gang gasped. “T-Time?!” 

Asagao on the other hand only closed her eyes in pride before lifting her hands up in response. “That’s right, up to six seconds to be more specific. My brother saw the future but I hold the present.” 

Turning her head, she then mocked. “I bet you’re wondering why I’m telling you all of this? Well, you aren’t going to be able to beat me anyways so I thought I would give you a fighting chance. Now where were we?” 

She then dropped her hands in order to reactivate her ability inside her head. Ability: Timeless. 

Asagao then watched as everything calmed down to a sudden halt, the thug’s mouth hanging open in suspended animation like a statue in order to casually walk past him with a hum as she counted her time. 

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Stopping just next to his ear, the world then began to reanimate as the thug jumped back at how close he had allowed her to be as Asa spoke. “Oh yes, what makes a good assassin? Did you discover the answer yet or should I just tell you?” 

His eyes turned wild then, lifting his hand up in order to punch her only for Asagao to frown in order to stop time once more as her body easily leaned back from his arm.

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 Ah, how barbaric. 

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Lifting her hand up, she then balled her hands into a hard fist before punching the man across his frozen face.. 

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--while kicking him straight in the balls with her foot at the same time. 

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Asagao then took three steps back in order to turn off her ability as she watched the man finally register the pain and hunch over with a pained groan as Asagao finished casually. “The answer you’re looking for is a keen eye, finding patterns and analyzing your enemy in order to get into their head and predict what they will do next. I’ve been trained for it, unable to turn it off since I was a kid. It gets rather annoying but it helps in these kinds of situations..”

Realizing he was losing horribly, the leader then shouted to her before running up with pure blind fury as Asagao allowed him to do so. “For example, just from watching you attack blindly I know you favor your left side, but you are more reliant on your right arm for attacks which means your center of gravity is off. It also means that in order to immobilize you the only thing I have to do is what you least expect. Like so..” 

She then reactivated her ability one more time before easily reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a pistol in order to weigh it in her hand.

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Spinning the object in her hand Asagao then re-animated the world in order to point the gun straight towards the charging man in order to dodge his predictable right hook and shoot him point blank in his good shoulder as he immediately reached for the bullet with a curse. “F-Fuck!” 

Dazai then watched with silence as the leader's legs seemingly caved underneath him once more only for Asagao to dig her foot into his wounded shoulder with a cold finale. “If you were more spontaneous this would’ve been more interesting but it seems you don’t even have the capacity to not bore me. What a pity. You took my glasses off, made me see your sloppy moves for almost nothing.” 

Lifting the stolen pistol up towards him, Asagao then narrowed her eyes before letting off another shot, this time the bullet lodging itself a couple inches from the leader’s face in clear warning as he gasped. 

He then began to back up with his feet only to turn towards his followers with a terrified shriek. “T-The port mafia are monsters! Retreat!” 

Then all at once, Asagao and Dazai watched the attackers run away with their tails between their legs as the girl pushed the pistol down to the side silently. 

And to be honest, Dazai wasn’t sure how to process what had just happened. Ango said that Odasaku’s sister was innocent, that she was just a kid that didn’t belong in his dark world. 

But looking at her right now, the boy could easily see her as port mafia. 

Although that’s when Asa then looked down at the gun before gasping loudly in order to pace back and forth with newfound anxiety. “Ah, crap! You really blew it, Asagao. You promised your brother that you wouldn’t fight anymore and look what you did! You just had to open your big fat mouth and take it too far..” 

Grumbling to herself, she then leaned down in order to pick up her discarded glasses and place them back onto her face with another groan. “I’m never gonna hear the end from Ango now.” 

She then seemed to brighten up before immediately turning around toward Dazai in order to run up to the boy and scan him with her blurred vision. “Oh! Are you okay, Osu? You didn’t get hurt did you?” 

Staring at her, Dazai's eyes then flashed towards her watchful gaze only to realize that the dead hollow look she was wearing before had completely disappeared, leaving only a bumbling worried fifteen year old girl. 

Pushing her fingers across his cheek, Asa then gasped at a tiny line of blood before reeling her hands back in panic. “Oh no, you have a cut. Hold on, I think I have something..” 

Dazai only frowned though, pushing her fingers away in order to mutter darkly. “I’ve had more than this before..” 

And that was true. Hell, the boy had tried to kill himself way too many times to count. A cut like this wasn’t anything big. If anything, it just made him feel numb, just like he was on the inside.

Yet that’s when Asagao nodded softly, too softly for his liking. “No, but you don’t like pain, right? Let me fix that for you.” 

Asagao then reached into her pocket and pulled out a tiny pink heart bandaid in order to unstick the back and place it on the cut with a small smile. “Ta da! All fixed. Now let’s head back, It’s getting late.” 

Turning back around, the girl then pushed her hands out in a stretch as Dazai watched her with stunned silence. That's right, he told her he wanted to die peacefully before. But then again, that didn’t have anything to do with him not enjoying pain. 

Did she figure that out about him as well? 

Dazai then lifted his finger towards the girly out of place heart on his cheek before closing his eyes in sullen silence. Oda Asagao, just who are you?

And for once, the port mafia executive didn’t have a definitive answer yet. 

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Dazai was quiet, pensive and calculating as they made their way back to Odasaku’s old apartment. He hadn’t spoken a word since their run in with that rival gang just a couple minutes ago and the boy was still reeling about it. 

You see, there was something off about it. Something strange that the executive couldn’t shake no matter how hard he tried. Those guys said that they had leverage from an anonymous source about him, but there was no way they couldn't have gotten it from the port mafia. He and Mori would’ve known about that. 

Which means they got it from somewhere else..

Watching Asagao put the key inside the lock, Dazai knew the answer. Somehow, some way, he just knew. “You are the anonymous source, aren’t you? You leaked my information. You got that rival organized to approach us on purpose.” 

He then watched her hand freeze on the doorknob only for the boy to remember the seemingly insignificant items she dropped on the ground when she “hit” that railing. Back then he didn’t tell her what she had dropped, not seeing the need to. 

Unless that’s what she planned from the beginning. She knew he wasn’t going to help her pick them up. She had read his character. 

Feeling his mind move at a million miles per second, Dazai continued. “You knew we were being followed and planted that information so that they would have reason to attack.” 

It was clever, so insanely clever that it happened right under his nose. 

Dazai then watched with bated breath as Asagao then dropped her hand before turning around in order to face the boy with a prideful smirk. “They were bothering you and I needed a demonstration to show off a bit. So I used them.” 

He was right. It was almost impossible to believe. Odasaku’s sister had set all of this up just to show him her ability, to make him be impressed with her. 

And to be honest, it was kind of working. 

Dazai didn’t want to admit that though, his mind scanning the insanely clever girl only for something else to come to his mind. “Why me?” 

It was the question that swirled inside his head more than anything else. Why had she done all of this for a sheer reason to impress him? Why did she always look at him with such familiarity? Why did she ask him to be her boyfriend so randomly? 

Asagao then closed her eyes before strolling up the mafioso in order to reach into her jacket pocket and pull out a folded white piece of paper for him with a knowing look. “Take it.” 

Not understanding, the boy then grabbed the paper between his fingers in order to read the contents silently as the girl watched.

Almost immediately he recognized the words as Odasaku’s, his mind hungry for the information as he desperately seeped in every word.

This must be one the letters he sent her 

 At first it was casual, asking Asagao how everything was, if she was eating well. Just standard brother behavior. 

Yet that’s when he got to the bottom of the letter, the words slapping him in the face. 

Today, I met a boy.  He showed up right outside my apartment covered in blood so I brought him in.  And there is something about him, something familiar.. I think his world spins as fast as yours.

Staring dumbfounded at the words on the page, Dazai’s mind turned to a standstill only to hear Oda’s sister speak joyfully at his side. “Surprise! I bet you didn’t guess that, did you? Well, did I do a good job? Did I finally get you, Osamu?!” 

Yet the more she spoke, the more the boy couldn’t process what he had actually read. No, that was impossible. No one saw the world like him, no one was as clever, no one had been able to keep up with him. 

It was something he had figured out since he was a kid. The feeling was always so lonely, so isolating. So much so Dazai had always wished for someone to understand him. He had screamed out so many times and no one had ever ran fast enough to ever comprehend the solitary and secluded life he lived. 

He had given up hope, truly believing that such a person didn’t exist in this world. 

And the longer he remained silent, the more Asagao’s cheerful face started to fall, her voice growing quiet. “Oh..you’re mad…” 

He didn’t respond though, causing the red haired female to spiral even faster. “Oh no, I knew it. I knew it was too good to be true. This always happens. I’m so stupid. I thought you’d be happy to find someone that understands you, but maybe that’s just me. ..”

Shaking her head, Asagao then pushed her fingers to her glasses with a shaky breath of fear. “You see, all throughout my life I felt like a freak, I always say things without thinking about it and make people mad at me. And with these glasses, it dumbs me down, makes me seem normal so I can mask it and not scare everyone away with my stupid brain..” 

Asagao then pictured herself wearing the large rimmed frames as a child, using them to mask and cover her unique and ever spinning world in order for the kids around her to actually stick around for longer than a day. They never liked when she was clever. They never liked anything strange. 

And Asagao Oda was always the definition of strange. 

Lifting her hands up, she then began to speak faster. “But when that letter came about you, I felt validated for the first time in my life, knowing that there was someone out there that felt the same kind of loneliness as I was. And when I met you today, you amazed me with how open and real you are. So much so that I wanted to show you the real me also..”

She then felt her voice break with emotion before adding softly. “A-And I just thought that with you, I could finally not have to hide, that I could actually be my authentic self for once without the fear of scaring you off like the others. My eyes, my glasses, I could learn to live with them like you do..”

And what Dazai didn’t know was that his very existence was life changing to her. Finally somewhere in the world there was someone that was like her, that saw the world in the same blinding fast pace that she did. She wasn’t alone, she wasn’t a freak. Someone, somewhere understood. 

Asagao then stopped herself before realization appeared in her eyes in order for the girl to hang her head in defeat. “But now that I say that out loud it sounds really stupid and I shouldn’t have overstepped like that. You know what, just forget you ever read that letter if it makes you conformable. That’s the last thing I wanted for you, Osamu.”

Feeling herself flitch, Asa then frowned sadly. “Ah, Oops, and I guess I shouldn’t call you that either since we aren’t really that close. I just got ahead of myself like always. I really am a bother, aren’t I? Ha ha..”  

Yet that’s when she heard Dazai’s response for the first time since she aimlessly rambled, stopping her in an instant. 

Laughing. 

He was laughing.

But this kind of laughter wasn’t the same as the ones he had given throughout the day. Those felt forced, manipulative and calculated. But right now the boy’s chuckles didn’t display any of that. 

No, they sounded genuine. 

Blinking in utter confusion at the display, she then watched Dazai’s hand immediately move up to his bandaged eye before speaking through his self induced fit. “Ah, you’re right. I give up, darling. You win, fair and square.” 

Not understanding, Asagao stood dumbfounded. “I..huh..you’re not mad..?” 

And in the moment Dazai felt a whirlwind of emotions but mad was not one of them. 

He always wondered how Odasaku was able to handle him and why he took him in and now he knew why, because he reminded Oda of his little sister this entire time. Of course, of course it was like that. 

And staring at the red haired girl in front of him, Dazai couldn’t help but marvel in pure fascination. Who knew the person he was searching for his entire life would be the last remaining piece of his best friend. 

Ango’s warning sounded clear in his brain but the boy couldn’t help but drown it out, knowing it was useless. He couldn’t walk away from this, he couldn’t walk away from her. Even if it was insanely dangerous, even if the demon prodigy had his way with her, Dazai knew he couldn’t ignore this. 

Odasaku’s precious little sister, why did you have to be so enticing? 

Smiling to himself, the bandaged kid then took a step closer in order to grab onto Asagao’s hand before pulling her forward with intent. 

“Why would I be when I just got myself such an interesting girlfriend?” 

Then all at once, he watched Asagao’s face light up with pure joy in order, her fingers twisting around him in order to squeeze his hand in reply. “W-Wait really?! You’re serious?” 

Dazai then lowered his eyes before he felt his black port mafia heart seep in ever so slightly as he looked down on her all at once. “You might regret your decision though. I must warn you, I’m not a good man, Asa-chan. I could break you.” 

And he knew he could so easily, just like all the others before. It didn’t matter if he was as clever as him, her heart wasn’t as soulless. That much was for certain. 

Asagao only smiled though, no hesitation in her eyes as she hummed back. “If that’s the price for being with you, I will gladly take it. Just promise me that you’ll be the one to pull the trigger.” 

Yes, perhaps it was selfish, perhaps the boy should’ve never agreed to such a thing because now he knew he would forever be at war with himself. 

Between the boy that longed to have Odasaku back in this world, and the port mafia demon prodigy that wanted to crush the delicate flower called Asagao between his fingers until there was nothing left. They both hungered without his soul, pulling him in each direction. 

But if he knew one thing it was that he would do everything within his power to keep the demon at bay just this one, just to be able to see Odasaku again in her eyes. 

For you see, Osamu Dazai wasn’t a good man. 

But he would try to be, for her. 

“I promise.”

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[rouge-fauna]

It’s interesting how the issue evolved into about tone policing and vague posting, when really it’s more so that if people think someone is being harmful then that someone should get the right to address that before being bashed. Not to say someone has to openly or directly disagree with people (though I personally think it is likely more productive to), especially when there are people who would react poorly to that and may believe in completely different facts so common ground may not exist. I’m not saying people are wrong for being vague and not saying things to people’s faces. People have a right to an opinion and to run their blog as they please. But I think it becomes problematic when things devolve not just to calling people and their analysis idiotic, but whether people’s parents were abusive and accusing them of a pretty serious offense. Like I said previously, we are always going to talk about people behind their back, and that can sometimes get to the point of insults, that’s part of life. It becomes harmful I think when it’s inciting a mob with torches and pitchforks and saying things that aren’t true or taken out of context to the point of a needless witch hunt.

I think one of the saddest parts of it all to me is that not only did it cause harm to the people involved but to everyone around witnessing it. It didn’t just burn down the accused witch’s house but the fire spread to the surrounding houses filling the whole town with smoke. And it’s sad to me too, because I try to open things up for disagreement and am okay with admitting when I’m wrong (despite my joke about always being right :D). I have tried to make this a safe place no matter the opinion, and on so many more posts than the ones looked at was saying the very opposite. And it’s sad because I would have loved to have an in-depth talk about it addressing the issue and looking further into it. Maybe my diagnosis was wrong, maybe he has a different diagnosis, I would have loved to dive into that. If you think a take or something I said is incorrect, I’m okay with that, come talk to me. Tell and show me why. You think Dream isn’t autistic or staged duo aren’t close or whatever, come prove me wrong or show me your point of view. I’m posting stuff on a public platform to talk about it whether you want to add on, disagree or show a different view, if I didn’t want that I would just tell it to people on the side in private or not do public tags. I’m not posting about lore or analysis or my thoughts on here to be complimented, I’m here to talk about something that I love. And disagreement shouldn’t be something to avoid and turn to nastiness, but something to embrace. If we continue to surround ourselves with people who just agree with us, then we aren’t giving ourselves the space to grow and change. And a mistake or being wrong shouldn’t be something to avoid, you can’t be better unless you know what you’re doing wrong. But neither of those things can be positive or productive unless approached in a respectful manner.

And I think it’s not about hypocrites or the past culture and behavior of the fandom, it’s about growing and doing better. We don’t have to stay in this place of harassment, negativity, and hating on someone or something they said, especially as so many people left the fandom and new people are coming in. It’s not about dwelling on what’s happened in the past, but how can we do better in the future. Just because something happened before doesn’t mean we should just accept it and let it happen again. I get the impression that the newcomers have a different outlook as they more so have the opportunity to watch more povs and don’t have to wait months in between things and there is no new lore and that changes the perspective, and that gives us a great opportunity to try and be better. To change the insult and conflict heavy culture into something new. I think we don’t have to continue being such a divided fandom like it’s been in the past. Let’s take a page out of the finale and break the cycle, dreblr/dsmp tumblr 2. :)