#singer oc

[bbybluemochi]

[OC] meet the singer of my fictional 70-80s rock band! the band is finally complete 🎤🖤

[artsandstoriesandstuff]

NORA.

(Reblogs and comments are appreciated!!!!)

Nora is one of the performers at the (STILL UNNAMED) nightclub! She was originally another robot detective (and her name used to be Noelle) though I don't know if I'll work it into her story since Hank already fills that role.

While she isn't a major character outside the first few episodes she would canonically sing the theme song for RSRD! If it. gets one

[misskeenkoala]

Decided to doodle her again, I may be obsessed hehe. I love her so much and I just had to draw her singing!

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Nightingale - Biker!Mechanic!Yandere Fan!Choso Kamo x Lead singer!Famous!F!OC:

Tags: Killing, yandere, obsessiveness, kidnapping, cursing, stalking, minor drugging

This was a request from @alebrasil0101! This lovely OC belongs to them, and I had so much fun writing this! Thank you for the request. Now, enjoy!

Note: Such behaviours are not supported in real life, this is just for fun! You can scroll if any of the tags trigger you.

Jujutsu Kaisen:

"I'll be alright, Yumi. I'd like to keep my security away, please! It's not like I'll get kidnapped or anything."

A shitload of tasks — fan signs, concert rehearsals, interviews and what not? Don't get her wrong, Saori absolutely adores her fans, yet sometimes the workload as the lead singer of her five-person band is a bit too much. Though, whenever life feels rough, the best way to unwind is by taking a calming, relaxing drive up the mountains in her vintage lilac 1940 Ford Coupe—

And then, she heard the sound of tires being punctured. Oh, fucking perfect. Of course this had to happen today– the day she felt adventurous and wanted to experiment with a new mountain trail.

The lilac-haired girl exited her car, sighing at the sight of her tires flattened. "What on earth?? The signals don't work here. How am I supposed to call a mechanic in this remote area? Ahh, I should've listened to Yumi when she told me to take my guards along! She's my manager for a reason."

Tying her waist length hair into a loose pony, Saori reached for her phone and dialed Yumi's number. "Come on, pick up the phone..." her foot impatiently tapped against the rough surface of the road as she waited and waited, but to no avail.

Sighing in defeat, Saori grumbled into the voicemail auto direct, "If you don't pick my phone up within 30 minutes, consider me dead."

As the lilac-haired girl meandered around, looking for any incoming drivers to ask for a hitchhike from, she caught a flash of black from the corner of her eye. Shit. "I'm not in the mood, bear. I don't have a lot of meat on my body." she gulped, not even daring to look at the supposed bear. "Wait– should I play dead? No, damn you, Saori, that only works on brown bears. I think. I'm doomed–"

"Calm down, sweetheart," a rumbly voice came from behind her. "This area isn't known for having bears."

And she'll be a liar if she said that her traitorous heart didn't flip in the face of danger. This mystery man's voice sounded like whiskey on ice, smoky with a deep timbre. That's so attractive.

"Oh, I see," she sighed in relief as she turned around, only to lock eyes with the most jaw-droppingly handsome man she had ever seen in her 3 years of singing career.

With pale skin resembling snow, his black hair fell around his shoulders in a layered wolf cut. And his eyes? They were like molten chocolate— warm and dark. With an impressive height of 6 ft, he towered over Saori's petite form, casting a long shadow over her. At her blatant ogling, he cocked an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk.

"While I did say that this area doesn't have bears, I didn't say the same about kidnappers on the loose," chuckling, he moved closer to her. "Ms. Hijitaka. Cool car you've got here. Vintage 1940s? Rare colour."

Saori huffed, "Of course I know that! I'm a 20 year old wise lady. I know the dangers around me—"

"Says the very wise woman who was contemplating on playing dead for a hypothetical black bear."

"Good point."

"I know."

"Wait a moment, you know me?" Saori gasped at him. "You said my name earlier."

"Who doesn't know you, sweetheart? Ms. Saori Hijitaka. Rising star of Japan," his eyes flickered with something unreadable as he chuckled, moving to examine her car. "And I'm glad you atleast know that stalkers could exist for someone like you. You know, parasocial is a real term. You should be glad that it's me who found you."

"Oh. I thought that people in remote areas weren't familiar with me," Saori fixed her hair behind her ear as she leaned in, looking at her car. "Who even are you?"

"Oh, I always forget that part. I'm Choso," he replied simply, his hands making quick work of her hood as he examined the internal gear.

"And what do you do?"

"Vogue, baby," he winked, chuckling at your stunned face, "I'm just yo' good old mechanic by the hillside. I fix vehicles."

"You do look like a model. Anyways, what's wrong with my baby?" Saori reached for her purse inside the car, missing the intense stare of Choso's eyes undressing her.

"The left tire's punctured and the fuse is broken. Luckily, my workshop's not very far. We can take it there."

"How many of your workers are there?"

"No one. Just me," his eyes raked over her appreciatively as he beckoned her with a flick of his hand. "Let's go."

As Saori brought her car to his workshop with the remaining bits of its power, she stepped out, taking in Choso's simple little workspace.

"It's surprisingly... well-equipped for a shop in this remote area," she murmured, earning a chuckle from the mechanic who was working on replacing her tires.

"You tell me," Choso ran a hand through his hair, holding the wrench between his teeth as he reached for the tire.

Oh. Just as Saori turned right, her eyes landed on a giant poster of her taped to his wall. It was from her recent concert album, yet the poster was of a Saori-focused angle only. Given by the pristine conditioning, it seemed like he cleaned the panaflex daily.

"You're a fan, huh?" Saori chuckled, touching the poster as she missed the way Choso's eyes flickered.

"Very big one," he mumbled, focused on replacing her tire. "I got your newest CDs."

"Oh, really? I'm glad to have run into a fan!" she beamed at him "Want my autograph?"

"Why not? Here," and with that, this— this neanderthal-mannered man lifted his tank top!

Saori's eyes widened at the sight of his perfectly built body. He handed her a marker and chuckled in response, turning around.

"I don't have all day or a notepad, princess," he purred, looking at her over his shoulder. "Sign it big and bold, like you're signing someone's shirt. Also, make it very clear."

Saori gulped, signing his back. "Done."

As if on cue, he removed his tank top entirely and got back to work, as if it was just another Monday for him. This was so unfair! Saori's heart was racing a 1000 miles per hour, and here he was, unaffected?!

"A-Anyways, how's the fuse faring? I see you replaced my lilac bedazzled tire with... an exact same tire!? These are the rarest type! You had one at hand?" Saori's eyes lit up.

"What can I say? I'm always stocked."

"That's a relief."

"Also, the tracker on your car is messed up. I'll replace that too," he smirked ominously. "Don't worry, I have a lilac one. It matches your car's aesthetic and is much better than the one the police put in each car for safety."

"Oh, alright! Do whatever you want!" Saori grinned, not noticing the subtle curl of Choso's lips as he reached into the back, taking out a black box as he took a beautiful lilac tracker out of it, attaching it inside her car.

"As good as new. You're good to go now," Choso chuckled, cleaning his hands as he turned to her, leaning against the doorframe.

For a mechanic, he smelled so good. Like a cloud of Creed Aventus— snap out of it, Saori!

"Thank you so much! How much do I need to pay y—"

"No need, princess."

"What? I can't take it for free!"

"Who said it's for free? It's just the fact that you've already payed me," he smirked, appraising her.

"How?"

He just chuckled, pointing at his back with a sinister grin. "With this."

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The clock inside her rehearsal studio cafe ticked non-stop, Saori's eyes trained on it. Yet, her mind was focused elsewhere. On a certain 6'0 ft man with black hair, brown eyes, pale skin and an annoyingly handsome smirk. In her defense, you have the liberty to think about anyone you want when you've been practicing for your tour concerts for the past 3 hours! And her choice of remembrance oh-so happened to be this majestic mechanic.

As she sipped her coffee, Saori gazed out the windows in the cafe, taking in the beautiful scenery and basking in the calm ambiance of the place. Though, in an instant, the serenity of the place was shattered by the sound of a bike revving up. She huffed, finishing her coffee quickly before placing a few bills on the counter, walking out to catch a taxi. Well... why a taxi, you might ask? Yumi's down with a cold. And Saori's beloved Ford Coupe is gone for a deep clean. So that leaves her to go home alone.

Saori stepped out, only to crash against the firm chest of a very familiar man. The same scent of Creed Aventus. Wait a second...

"Mr. Choso!?" she gasped, her head craning back to make eye contact with him.

Choso removed his helmet, leaning back against his bike as he smirked.

"Well, well, who do we have here?" he chuckled, inching closer. "Little Miss Saori Hijitaka. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were stalking me."

Saori burst up in flames, trying to form a coherent response. "Of course not! This is my studio you're lingering around! Doesn't that make you the stalker?"

Upon hearing this, the taller man burst into laughter, his eyes trained on hers as he wore his helmet again, closing his visor. "Well, the more you know. Where are you off to, anyways?"

"I'm going home."

"Hop on."

"I'll take a taxi."

"Wrong answer."

He held out a helmet to Saori, a black coloured one with lilac accents. How odd. It looked like a perfect fit for her head.

"And you think you can force me to take this ride?" Saori looked at him suspiciously.

"Does it look like I'm forcing ya? I'm just offering you one. After all, taxi drivers are unsafe and I'm not," his eyes darkened, "so hop on and hold tight. I insist."

"Just this once."

Saori tied her hair into a ponytail as she wore the helmet, sitting behind Choso as he revved the engine up. "Wait. That's not how you wear the helmet."

Before Saori could question any further, he removed her helmet and looped her lilac length in his fist, making a quick bun out of her hair before putting the helmet on her head as if he were handling a doll.

"Oh, thanks."

He just grunted in response. With a lingering glance in the side mirrors, Choso sped off onto the road as if it belonged to him. Saori found herself tightly clutching his abdomen as she closed her eyes" "Eek! Slow down!"

"Are you trying to kill me? Loosen up the grip. And isn't it fun?" Choso shouted over the thrashing winds, his own hair blowing underneath his helmet.

He took a sharp right, making Saori squeal and tighten her hold. Before she knew it, he was right outside her apartment.

"Mr. Choso. How did you know my address?" Saori quickly jumped off his bike, removing her helmet. "This is getting creepy."

"Paparazzi. You should consider shifting."

"Well? I don't trust you that paparazzi was your source!"

"Sheesh, calm down, princess! Just kiddin'. Remember when I was fixing your car? I checked the inbuilt GPS and default setting to put it into the new tracker I put inside your car. I took the default location as your place. Simple," his darkened eyes roved over Saori's face, mapping every bit out. "You're treating me like a stalker."

"Oh. That makes... sense? I feel like you've been doing me so many favours, and I don't repay you at all! Here, I got some VIP tickets for my tour gifted by my agency so I can invite my own guests. Here, I'll give one to you!" Saori smiled at Choso, handing him a ticket.

"Oh? Where's the venue?" Choso kept the ticket right inside his pocket, not breaking eye contact. "I'd like to know."

"It's the Pearl Plaza, 40 minutes from here. At 7 pm sharp, the concert will begin," she turned around, "well! I'll get going now."

"See ya around, Saori. Thanks for the ticket, by the way," with a grin, Choso turned around to his bike, fixing the seat as he waited for her to go inside her house before speeding off.

Or so Saori thought.

Choso removed his helmet, parking the bike discreetly before taking his pistol out, making his way to the back of Saori's apartment building. "I know you're there. Come out."

Out came a quivering, hooded man holding a camera. "Shit, I need to run—"

BANG!

"Vermin," Choso sneered, tucking his gun inside as he turned around and left. "I've been tailing you for the past 2 weeks."

No one had the right to stalk Saori except Choso.

It's the big day today. Saori almost can't believe it! It has been around 3 years since she began singing, yet this is the largest venue she can finally perform at. As she fixed her lip gloss in her allotted room, Saori smiled to herself.

"I wonder if Choso will come. He said he was a fan. Wait, why am I even hoping he'll come?" she mumbled to herself, reddened. "I better finish up quick and meet the others in 5."

The door creaked open, the newcomer's footsteps loud in the silent atmosphere of the room. Assuming it's Yumi, Saori turned around excitedly. "Yumi, guess what— mnnfh!"

Her eyes widened at the sight of familiar brown eyes piercing into hers through sunglasses, the man holding a cloth to her nose. "Relax. It'll be over before you know it."

The last thing Saori remembered was being discreetly carried out of the backstage and into a car.

"Wake up."

Mn.

"Wake up. I'm getting bored."

Ngh. Who...?

"Saori Hijitaka. Wake up."

"Ah! You stalker, you kidnappe—"

"Now, don't make me gag you, sweetie," Choso's chuckled deeply as he leaned back in his chair, brushing Saori's hair behind her ear. "Don't worry. The effects of the drug will wear off soon. It's harmless."

He rose, walking over to the large table in front of her. Saori's eyes widened as she noticed what was kept on the table. Carefully arranged merch— all from Saori's merchandise line. And it was all signed by her. Did he disguise himself to attend her fan signs? A man as majestic as Choso would never have escaped her mind if he had come as it is.

"What's all this?"

"This is my collection. I can't believe it. I finally have you with me here. I can finally stop collecting the bits and pieces you leave behind because I finally have the real thing now," Choso inched closer, kissing her ear as he chuckled. "You don't know the lengths I've gone to ensure you remain untouched. The number of men I've had to kill because they got too close to you for comfort at meet events. You don't know a thing."

"Why would you..." Saori's eyes widened as she struggled against the ropes. "Untie me or I'll scream."

"Chill, sweetheart. No one will hear you here, just like the time no one could reach you when you got stranded here. Remember?" he smirked.

He turned around, and Saori's heart stopped. On his back, was a tattoo of the exact autograph she had signed on his back that day. This man...!

"Oh? I guess the singer recognizes her own autograph, huh?" Choso grabbed her chin, pulling her close. "You know that you belong to me. Just give in."

"I'll never give in," she glared at him, only to earn a chuckle from him.

"You'd be dead if it wasn't for me."

"And? That day, I was fine until my tires got punctured! I would've figured something out."

"Oh, but how would you have done that yourself when it was me who had set the pins out on your track to puncture your tires? Or, how about when I put my personal tracker in your car to check in on you from time to time to eliminate threats?"

...

"No comment."

"That's what I expected. I've waited so, so long. This hair... only I know how much I had to control myself from just grabbing it and pulling you into a kiss the moment I saw you," Choso's eyes glinted dangerously.

"So... what now?" Saori huffed.

He grinned darkly, kissing her hand, "I've had enough of sharing you with others. At last, you'll sing for me and me alone, my nightingale."

You made it! Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it! Choso sends you some coffee ☕ Do send requests for more! 💜

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