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blackbat05 · 3 years ago

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Between the lines

Makkari x Druig

A/N: Was surfing through tumblr tags and saw an idea about how Druig would probably read any books that Makkari recommends, leaving little notes in between the lines and I thought that was really cute! So behold - my feeble attempt in creating more fluff? Thanks for the support in advance!!!🥺 Likes, comments & reblogs are appreciated if you can!

Genre: PG-13, Fluff/Comfort

Warnings: Taking some elements from the movie but creating my own plot. Mentions of war and death. No major spoilers. A bit long? My cheesy attempts.

Note: Gosh when the HD version is out I’m sure it’ll be crazy! I mean just look at them!😭 (Italics = Signing)

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He felt like shit.

He thought Babylon was the last of it. He truly believed that with his gift, he could stop blood from being spilled.

Maybe Ajak was right - they weren’t meant to intervene.

He saw a kid die today from a blast. And there was nothing he could do about it.

Druig drags himself back to his sanctuary, throwing his body unceremoniously onto the worn out sofa. Turning his head to the kitchen, he wonders if he should try drowning himself in good old alcohol.

Nope, that wasn’t him.

A thick blue book lying on his kitchen table catches his eye. He had been preoccupied lately, forgetting about the book that she had recommended him. He promised her that he would read it.

And he always kept his promise.

Grabbing the book by its spine, he settles back onto the sofa, jumping into another reality.

———

Makkari expertly weaves in and out of the crowds. Like many others, she too was trying to escape the rain that London could never be rid of.

All she wanted was to get to her favorite bookstore. Apart from the domo, the bookstore came in a close second where she could feel at peace, not having to worry about deviants. Or in modern day… judgement from people.

She sees the bell attached to the store move, signaling her entrance. Makkari greets the elderly owner who was one of the very few people she had an attachement with on this planet.

Another book today?

Yes. The book was very interesting. I couldn’t put it down the moment I started!

And there was no lie in it. The owner had recommended her a mystery book during her previous visit. Each chapter was short but concise, leaving her desperate to know what had happened next. The details were so real that she wondered if the author himself was an agent from the secret service.

Yet again, she had unlocked another portal into another world. It truly amazed her even after 7,000 years.

Oh. By the way, there’s something for you. The owner rummages through the shelves, drawing out a book that Makkari could easily recognize.

A young man dropped by, giving me this. He told me it was for you.

Druig was in London? The last time she saw him was in Qatar - passing the book to him as she believed he would enjoy it like she did.

———

What’s this?

A noir book that I read. I think you would like it. Matches your personality. Makkari couldn’t help but to smile looking at Druig’s confused face.

What does that mean?

You should know better than anyone else, Mister Grumpy.

Hey! He attempted to look offended but who was he kidding? He was enjoying her company every second.

———

Is he here? That man that passed you the book.

I think so. I went for a break in the afternoon. He may have left then.

But it was worth a shot. Makkari thanks him, walking up the spiral staircase, book clutched in her hands. She notices a red post-it sticking out from one of the many pages, piquing her interest.

Reaching the second level, she steps aside into one of the aisle, curious about the contents of the post-it. Makkari knew that cursive handwriting instantly.

The leading lady was pretty, but she would never hold a candle to your beauty.

She knew she had shut the book a little too loud as she attracted stares from the few visitors at the same aisle as her. Makkari bows her head slightly, to apologize for the sudden noise.

She walks briskly to the next aisle, trying to ignore the increasing temperature of the store. Makkari settles down by facing one of the shelves, pretending to be engrossed in a cookbook.

Once she had regained her composure, Makkari decides to leave, sure that he was no where to be found in the store.

She turns around, almost barreling face first into Druig.

It takes her a few seconds to recover from the collision, taking in the sight in front of her. Decked out in leather jacket and jeans that was complete with aviator sunglasses perched on his head, the man looked like he was going to attend a rock concert after this.

What, no hug? I’m disappointed princess. He smirks before being tackled by Makkari in a bear hug.

Druig visited her every now and then, definitely more than any of the other eternals. There was something calming… enjoyable about these visits.

There was something about her that balanced out the looming dark clouds in his head.

Missed me?

She rolls her eyes good-naturedly. Is that suppose to be a question?

Can’t blame a guy for checking in on his girl can you?

He had came to her, hoping to seek comfort for the horrors he saw less than a week ago. But the moment he saw her, Druig wanted to kick those thoughts out of his head. He wanted to do nothing else but to just be with her.

As fast as she was, Makkari caught onto his mannerisms quickly. The smile that he was giving her… it wasn’t the one that she was used to.

Hey… you ok?

He didn’t want to be too caught up in his emotions. Druig let’s out a deep breath, releasing the tension in his chest.

Do you want to talk about it?

He shakes his head, not wanting to relieve the terrible moments. Not now. Just be with me?

Makkari nods, gently taking his hand. That’s what he loved about her. She wasn’t like the rest - demanding to know why he was acting the way he usually did in front of them. She waited, gave him the space he needed.

Along the way, she expertly grabs a few books on the shelves, settling down at the couch that faced the busy streets of London.

You seem to know your way around here.

I’m good friends with Ed. He’s the owner here - a nice man. He let’s me stay for as long as I need, until he comes to close the store.

Placing the books on the mahogany table, Makkari passes him one.

It’s one of my favorite comfort books. The protagonist goes through a break up and decides that whatever decision he makes, it would be decided by chance.

Druig raises his eyebrows in curiosity, not sure how a breakup was considered humorous. Humans were sure strange.

Give it a try! The writing just sucks you in, makes you forget where you are.

And so Druig finds himself opening the book, ready to be throughly entertained.

———

Druig flips the last page, closing the book with satisfaction. Once again, Makkari had done it again.

It was only when the book had been placed on the table, he notices her dozing off at the corner of the sofa. She must have finished her book before him.

Yet again, she waited for him.

Makkari stirs as she felt the movement of the couch.

I’m sorry, did I wake you?

It’s fine, I was about to wake up anyway. How was the book?

I liked it. It was everything as you said. Thank you.

A moment of silence filled the air as they watched cars fighting to get to their destination.

I’m going to take a look around for a while. Let me know when you’re ready. And Druig disappears into one of the many aisles.

Stretching her arms, Makkari finds another note - this time in orange, slipped in between the pages of the book that she had recommended him earlier. She reaches out for it faster, eager to see what he had written this time.

The protagonist is stupid. He really left everything to chance! Including the girl that he loved!

Makkari laughs internally, imagining Druig’s exasperation at the whimsical plot.

Then, she finally sees it.

If it was me, I wouldn’t leave what I love to chance. I wouldn’t leave you to chance.

***

A/N: God I’m the impulsive writer that just starts randomly and sees where it takes her😂 Didn’t expect to come up with another drukkari fic this quickly but here we are! I have one more exam so things will be a bit slower but hope you enjoy this and the previous fic I wrote about them! I also have a headcanon on our lovely Gilgamesh and Thena that you can visit at my masterlist! It’s titled <Around the World> Anyways, I hope it’s alright! Yes, this is the song inspiration I had while I was writing it😬

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cinnaminyoons · 3 years ago

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( LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION – PT II. )

ミ☆ sometimes, the worst of situations leads to the best of things.

⤷ PAIRING myg x m!reader

⤷ WORD COUNT 2.9k

⤷ TAGS high school au, use of fake blood

⤷ SERIES part one

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heloo :D

can i request a part 2 for lights camera action? 🏃‍♀️

hoseok’s strange jumble of words scrawled on a torn scrap of paper and written in the opposite direction of the pale blue lines, had, in fact, been very important.

it turns out that hoseok knew just what to write to get the theatre kids’ attention because he, too, was participating in their secret play. yoongi had done his best to resist all of his attempts to get him to attend the practice sessions – he often used his end-of-day free periods to power-walk home and escape hoseok’s sneaky smiles and surprising strength.

however, hoseok isn’t stupid. after the first two instances in which yoongi narrowly escaped with his life, hoseok changed tactics.

instead of roaming the school grounds in search of his missing friend, he used – or abused, yoongi would mutter grumpily – his position as student council president to steal council-member yoongi right out of his classes, with total support from teachers. those teachers love hoseok. everybody does.

because of his affable personality and shiny, squeaky-clean reputation, hoseok had been exempted from needing to have the necessary official letters asking that yoongi be excused from class. it baffled him every time it happened, to the point that he quietly followed hoseok to the theatre without complaint.

but, when yoongi said he couldn’t act if his life depended on it, he meant it.

“oh my gosh, cut, cut!”

“taehyung, shut up,” you shout from the stage, where you stand next to yoongi. you’d insisted on wearing a long black cape to differentiate you from the other characters, and it billows out in amusement as you spin to face him. “you aren’t even our director!”

a light-haired girl, standing to one side, lifts both hands in defence when ten pairs of eyes flick to her. “what else are you supposed to do when kim taehyung tells you to give him your job?"

“oh, hush, i’ll only be here for a while.” a plastic fold-out crown, graciously accepted from the play’s fortinbras, sits crookedly on taehyung’s blond head. fake pink and green jewels adorn its golden base, and somehow, he makes it look expensive and regal.

he pops out a hip and places his hand on it. yoongi averts his gaze as taehyung’s sharp eyes sweep over the stage and pass over him. he points up at the stage accusingly. “you! stop making my friend forget how to move his face!”

“oh, taehyung – is that any way to talk to your seniors?” you ask patiently, like a parent dealing with a particularly disobedient small child.

yoongi enjoys a moment where he imagines taehyung as a chubby little toddler having a tantrum, only to be picked up like a football under your arm and gently reprimanded – for yoongi can’t imagine you doing anything angrily, what with your warm and genial nature.

“anyway,” you continue, unaware of the shy, fleeting glances yoongi gives you. “we’re doing nothing wrong. we’re simply playing our roles – isn’t it rather in character for our reserved horatio to be less emotive than brooding, tormented hamlet?”

you grin at yoongi and wink furtively, as if sharing an especially delectable secret with him. his cheeks warm, and when your smile broadens, yoongi finds himself cursing his pale skin and how easily it gives away his feelings. in a last-ditch effort to scrap together his dignity, he forces his expression into something carefully neutral.

“stop flustering my friend, too! i don’t think he can handle much more.”

“i’m not f-flustered,” yoongi says, his tongue knotting up when you glance over at him with a kind look in your eyes. “and i have a name.”

“so sorry for trying to defend your honour,” taehyung mutters, pouting.

he clears his throat, cracking open his book and drawing a finger down the left page. he raises his voice authoritatively. “alright! hamlet, horatio, marcellus – from scene four!”

—

yoongi pushes chicken around his bowl aimlessly, making hearts out of grains of rice. the cafeteria is loud – it feels louder than usual, chattering voices overlapping and punctuated every so often with a scream, a squeal, a roar of laughter.

an arm drapes heavily across yoongi’s shoulders and shakes him from side to side. hoseok plops down on the bench next to him and stretches his legs out with a satisfied sigh. he grins at him. “it’s been a couple weeks now. so? how’s it going? any closer to getting the man of your daydreams?”

quickly, yoongi flattens all of the hearts he’d pushed together with his metal spoon. “no. you really had to make me talk so much?”

“oh, come on. you get to be laconic, witty horatio—” he spreads his hand in an arc in the air before him “—it’s basically you in play form!”

yoongi narrows his eyes at him. he glances around the table. taehyung and jeongguk – the latter is their junior by one year – are too busy arm-wrestling to eavesdrop. jeongguk’s winning, despite taehyung using both hands.

he returns his attention to hoseok. he says, “yeah, but you didn’t tell me it was horatio who kisses hamlet. though, your playwright – i’m impressed. rewriting so much of the play, while remaining in rhythm and sounding harmonious...”

“hey. stop deflecting.” hoseok grabs both his shoulders and turns him towards him, forcing him to drop his spoonful of rice and chicken. “quit worrying so much, yoongi! it’s just one kiss. besides, half the school would maul each other to kiss him – count yourself lucky.”

the reassurance does little to soothe yoongi’s overactive anxieties. he grabs his wrists in a very uncharacteristic lapse of his usual aloofness. “hoseok, what am i supposed to do? why did you ever think i had a chance with him? i memorise all of my lines forwards and backwards and yet, the second i see him, all of it flies out of my head! i’m doomed.”

he slides out of hoseok’s grasp like a wet noodle and stares gloomily at his lunch, lamenting his situation and mourning his inability to do so much as look his crush in the eye without forgetting everything he’s ever said or done.

it’s a miserable plight. it is as if the moment he locks eyes with you, you push every thought out of his head, taking every morsel of his attention and savouring each like a candy heart on your tongue. you seem to like those, despite seokjin audibly worrying over its sugar content daily.

he is – irrevocably, terribly – in love with you.

he sighs and presses the lid of his lunch container back on. “i’m gonna go to the roof. clear my mind.”

hoseok watches him leave with a small frown. it’s hard, he knows, putting himself out there. it is especially so for yoongi, who’s so painfully shy he may just have a heart attack if a stranger says hello to him.

yoongi’s puffing from exertion and trying to hide it by the time he reaches the roof of the music building. it’s a smaller building, off to one side of the school grounds where it always feels a little colder than the rest. as such, it’s often left pleasantly empty.

he carries his lunch around the corner of a large rectangle made of metal sheets protruding from the rooftop. a misshapen whirlybird sits on top, clanging rhythmically as it spins. it’s been squashed from the students who kicked it and used it as a stepping stool. yoongi repurposes it as a cover to hide from the wind.

today, however, he can’t. there’s someone already sitting there.

the figure, with their long legs stretched out on the concrete, looks up at the sound of yoongi’s quick footsteps. “oh, yoongi. hello.”

“hi,” yoongi replies, feeling his face heating up again. at least this time he can pass it off as the nipping wind.

for a while, you only watch each other, one looking up and the other looking down. it’s a strange switch of roles.

you shift and reveal your phone as you get up, connected to a pair of white wired headphones. your movements shock yoongi out of his daze, and he holds his lunch in front of him almost defensively.

“i’m sorry,” you say, though the reason for it escapes yoongi. “is this your spot?”

he shakes his head and mumbles, “uh, no – no. i just...” he gestured vaguely to the empty rooftop. “it’s... nice here.”

“isn’t it?” you smile, and the wind ruffles your hair far more gently than it ever has with yoongi’s. it seems not even the wind can be cruel to you, instead caressing your cheek whenever it gets the chance.

you wander over to the metal railing and lean against it. at the back of the school sits a small pond surrounded by bulrushes. the long brown heads knock together and their green stems sway with each sigh of wind.

yoongi comes, tentatively, to stand by your side. you point at a corner of the pond. “look.”

he has to squint to make it out against the tall plants. a brown duck, smaller than normal, peeks out of the overgrown bulrushes. it darts about, swimming in several small circles, before disappearing into another section of reeds. the weak sunlight glints off the wavering water in its wake.

“so,” you begin. “you’re the cutie i’ll kiss at the end of our story.”

he stutters at your forwardness and then falls quiet, pretending to be quite interested in a crack in the concrete.

you chuckle, turning your back to the pond and leaning on the railing. you cross your arms over your uniform jacket to keep the heat in – the wind, ever wanting, brushes the hair from your forehead and exposes your soft expression. “i don’t see you around that often, but you... intrigue me. what made you want to join our little cult?”

“my friends,” yoongi admits to the ground. “i’m not very interesting.”

you duck your head to catch his eye. you hum, grinning. “uninteresting people never have to say that. only makes me want to get to know you more.”

“oh, i’m not lying. i like it where i am – was. i liked being out of the spotlight.”

“is that why you always sit two rows from the back, next to the window, in our class?”

yoongi startles, wide-eyed. you throw your head back and laugh – he’s really adorable, open-mouthed and staring at you in part horror and part awe.

you’re still laughing when you speak next. yoongi understands, after too-short hours in the theatre, how he always seems to hear you smiling or laughing even when he can’t see you, just through the tone of your words. they’re light, easy, but with a sharp clarity about them that he now believes to be a lingering trait from your acting activities.

“what, you don’t think i’d notice you looking at me? i’m not angry, don’t get upset – seokjin-hyung told me you’ve harboured a crush on me since our first year together.”

that – gorgeously – two-faced liar. he told him he’d never tell. yoongi vows to never speak to him about anything important ever again.

“you’re not... you don’t mind?”

you shrug and smile. “why would i? it’s really quite flattering, especially from someone like you. anyway... i like you too, yoongi.”

those last five words are softer than the rest. they come slower, as if each one hesitates in your mouth.

it feels like yoongi’s heart shuts down. the air in his lungs leaves him, makes his chest constrict. did he hear you properly? have his headphones – still comfortably wrapped around his neck – messed with his ears?

your lips are moving, but it takes a few moments for yoongi to catch up – and when it does, it comes in a crashing waterfall of realisation.

you like him.

“i should go,” you’re saying. “i’ll let you have some peace.”

you begin to move away. yoongi’s feet feel stuck in place, trapped in tar.

“wait.”

you stop and glance over your shoulder, hands slipped into the pockets of your blazer.

yoongi looks down, swallows, and looks up again. i love you, his heart whispers. “stay,” he says.

you smile.

—

the stage lights are hot. very hot. yoongi has never thought about what stage lights feel like before – he has never been under one long enough to know, or care. it feels like he’s drowning in his surprisingly elaborate costume, with a high, stiff collar and bronze embroidery.

he holds you close in his arms as he kneels, tender, loving, as you deliver your lines with such heart that yoongi cannot help but wonder what it would be like to truly have someone die while he holds their body.

it is a morbid thought, but he feels his expression soften, his fingers trailing softly over your chest. it is good for his acting.

one of your hands, slicked with fake blood and running down your sleeve, reaches up and grasps the back of his neck. your thumb rubs gentle circles over his cheekbone, smearing the red over his skin like a vivid blush.

“oh, i die, horatio.” you clutch his other hand to your chest, over your heart. “the potent poison quite o’ercrows my spirit.”

you pause to drag in an ragged breath, quite similar to the death rattle that acquaints many with their end. your hand on his cheek trembles visibly, threatening to slip. he clasps your wrist, pulling it close so that it does not fall. he leans into it.

yoongi has heard your next lines many times over during practice. he tightens his hold around you as you tangle your fingers in his dark hair, slowly drawing him down.

this is the most important part. yoongi can tell himself it is important because he needs to spite that mean old teacher, but he cannot hide the hopeful, selfish little leap of his heart when your lips finally touch.

you taste like mint and vanilla muffins. mint from the gum you chewed to ease your nerves, and vanilla from the tray of muffins hoseok sneaked backstage for everyone to share.

with the softest look that you have ever given him aimed straight at the centre of his being, he can’t think of anything but the way your gaze slowly sweeps over his face, as if you are trying to burn every last tiny feature of his into the backs of your eyelids.

your hand loosens around his. you draw one final deep, rattling breath in – and you die.

head rolling back against yoongi’s shoulder, you go completely limp in his arms. somebody gasps – it sounds like a small child. someone’s sibling, likely.

he bows his head, so close to yours that the touch of his fringe on your cheek tickles.

he lets his voice waver. “now cracks a noble heart.” he clutches one of your hands, warm and encircled with silver, jewel-encrusted rings. he touches his temple to yours. “good night, sweet prince... and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”

the next part is a dialogue with the prince fortinbras – seokjin – who stands, peering cautiously at hoseok’s dead body next to him. he lays in a pool of black robes, blood, and the poisoned wine you had previously forced down his throat. the crown previously on his head has fallen, broken into two.

despite the lines being to seokjin, yoongi speaks mostly to your dead body, caressing your hair to really make sure that people knew that this version of horatio and hamlet are truly in love. only on his last line of the play does he finally raise his head to look seokjin in the eye, straight-backed and dressed in golden armour that reflects in streaks across his hair.

with an empty stage, fading to black, all actors walking or carried off, the sombre gun salute goes off for hamlet’s funeral. it booms in yoongi’s ears and surprises him in the way all loud noises in dark places seem to. a few long moments pass, and yoongi offers a hand. you take it and pull yourself up.

there’s a lot of cheering as everyone walks on stage, the cast up front. yoongi gazes out to the sea of faces, his heart hammering in his chest as if it wants to burst out.

his hands are clammy. did he just do that? did he, infamously taciturn, just act in a play as a major character?

you grab his hand and beam at him, bright and exhilarated, as a few people in the audience rise to their feet. they are followed by more, and more, and more, until practically the whole theatre is full of parents and students and children giving a standing ovation, hands raised high in the air or cupped around their mouths.

as one, everyone clasps their hands together and bows deeply, once, and twice. the thunderous roar of approval as yoongi straightens is something he thought he’d never see before him. if he told himself six months ago that he’d be standing onstage, with the person he adores holding his hand – and raising it high for all to see, to the whoops of several students, taehyung in the crowd possibly the loudest – he would scoff.

he squeezes your hand and you glance down at him, still grinning. you swing your interlocked hands together in a cheerful little congratulations. yoongi smiles with all his teeth in the way you’ve come to love – now, you make it your mission to see that smile every single day.

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1plus1kiyoomi · 4 years ago

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Chapter 6: Fan

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“And that’s how you cook rice,” Kita says as he puts the pot in the rice cooker. You nod, embarrassed. You settle back on the floor. hiding your face from the two boys as they talk about how their friends. Osamu’s phone starts ringing so he answers it and a loud voice speaks.

“Bro! (Y/N) really lives with Shinsuke?” The caller says in awe so you look at Osamu. He turns the camera to you and you wave your hands, mouthing a hi. “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!”

“Aran, calm down. You act like it’s your first time meeting a celebrity,” Osamu tells the person on the line.

“I can talk to him if he wants to,” you offer to Osamu which Aran hears loud and clear. You hear him shuffle around before Osamu gives you the phone. You greet him with a smile, forgetting about the rice incident. “Hello, Aran-san. Is that right?”

“Yes. I’m a big fan! Actually my whole team is! We watch your vlogs on our breaks,” Aran rambles, making you smile. Interacting with fans is something that helps you cope up with your stress, and knowing that you got a group of athletes as your fans, makes you feel overwhelmed, but in a good way.

“Really? It’s nice to hear that you enjoy my videos. I’ll upload more content soon,” you reply, the smile not leaving your face.

“Who are you talking to?” You hear someone ask from the background.

“(Y/N),” Aran replies excitedly.

“You might have gone crazy,” the other man replies.

“No! I’m serious! Look!” Aran flips his phone to who he’s with, revealing you on the screen. You awkwardly bow then wave.

“It is her! How did you-? Does she have a fan event or something! Hello, (Y/N). I just finished watching the vlog you uploaded yesterday,” the man tells you, coming in close to the camera. “I’m Gao!”

“Hi, Gao-san! It’s nice meeting you!” You greet him cheerfully and the three of you continue to talk.

Kita and Osamu just watch you talk to them. They feels like an online fan signing is happening in front of them. The two of them continue to talk on their own. Minutes later, Osamu hears the rice cooker’s alarm go off so he stands up and gets the rice, leaving you and Kita alone on the table.

You are still talking to the boys, which have now turned into a whole team. Kita observes you carefully. The way you smile on the phone as if they’re really in front you is making him feel weird inside. And you’re really listening to what they’re saying, which is making that already weird feeling even weirder.

‘Am I becoming a fan?’ Kita asks himself, unsure of what he’s feeling.

“The rice is here,” Osamu announces as he puts the pot at the side.

“I have to leave now,” you tell the men in front of you. “It was fun talking to all of you. And I promise to go to one of your games one day. Bye!” You wave at the phone. You hear a chorus of good byes before you end it. You give the phone back to Osamu, apologizing to him for using his phone.

“It’s okay. You seemed like you were enjoying talking to them,” he remarks, sitting across you.

“Yeah. I love talking to fans,” you say confidently, smiling at Osamu. And there is it again, the weird feeling Kita is new to.

‘Maybe I am becoming a fan,’ he tells himself, getting rice from the pot. “How much rice do you want?” Kita suddenly asks you. Your mind short circuits from his question. It’s not a big deal and even back home, someone does it for you but since Kita is the one doing it the rice feels extra special.

“I think that’s enough,” you answer as he shows you the bowl of rice. He hands it to you and you accept it with both of your hands.

The three of you eat and talk. You ask them questions about their friendship, and you learn that Kita used to play volleyball. You also find out that Kita stopped studying after high school so he can provide for his grandmother. The more you know about him, the more you start to like him despite being the complete opposite of your ideal type.

You see Osamu out while Kita offers to do the dishes. As Osamu’s car leaves, you hear a dog bark. You look around the parking area, searching for the source of sound. You spot white fur by the bushes so you slowly approach it. Suddenly, a small white dog jumps on you, making you yelp in surprise. After you’ve regained composure, you properly hold the dog.

“Hi, there, little...” You lift him up and check its genital. “Boy. You’re a little boy. Are you lost?” You nuzzle your nose on its nose, shaking the dogs body slowly. You take a better look at him.

He has a puffy long coat which is snowy white, but his ears are grey. He has amber eyes and a very smiley face. He looks like an extra tiny fox. He’s small so you assume that he’s a puppy. You look for a collar or any tag, but you don’t see any. You can’t say that it’s Kita’s neighbor’s dog, because he doesn’t have one. The closest house to his is at least a 5 minute drive.

You stare at him intently, wondering why he looks familiar. Then you finally know who he looks like.

“You look like, Kita,” you coo, bopping its nose. It licks your nose in return so you giggle. “Want to meet Kita?” He barks in response, which you take as a yes. You carry him inside excitedly, not taking in mind about Kita’s reaction to the strange furry animal.

You finally step in the kitchen where Kita is and you proudly show him your new found friend. Kita drops the fork he was washing, totally frozen on his spot. Why are you carrying a dog in his house? Where did you even get that dog?

“What’s that?” Kita asks you, picking up the fork he dropped.

“It’s a dog!” You answer with a proud smile. “Isn’t he cute?”

“Where did you get that thing?” He looks so horrified and grossed out. If anything, he’s ready to throw the dog out of his house.

“I saw him outside. He doesn’t have a collar or any tag on so I brought him inside,” you reply with an innocent tone so he takes a deep breath in.

“What makes you think you can just bring any animal in my house?” His voice is louder than a while ago so you frown. “Bring it back to wherever you found it.”

“No! Look at him! He’s so small! What if a car runs over it?” You gasp, hugging the dog even tighter. Kita looks at you in disgust.

“That’s his destiny,” he remarks but you ignore him. “This is my house, you know. And I don’t want animals in here.” You and the dog stare at him with puppy eyes but he just gags. “You take it out of my house now.”

“But-”

“No more buts. My house, my rules,” he tells you firmly, but you don’t back down.

“Can we let him stay inside just for tonight? I promise I’ll find him a home by tomorrow!” You beg him.

“Nope.”

“Please, Kita!”

“No.”

“Please. Please. Please. Pretty please.”

“Still no.”

“It’s just for tonight. Right, boy?” You ask the puppy and he barks. “See? He’s a good boy.” Kita groans, defeated. You’re even more persistent than the twins, and those two are tenacious as hell.

“Fine. As long as it doesn’t make a mess and noise, he can stay. Just for tonight. I’ll be the one bringing him to the compound tomorrow,” Kita finally agrees but you don’t like his idea.

“Compound? No! I’ll find him a good home myself,” you argue once again. Kita sharply looks at you, but you don’t seem moved or afraid by it. “I’m searching for a home now.” You put the dog on the ground and run to your room to post a picture of him online.

The furry animal and Kita stare at each other for a long time. “Why does he look like someone I know?” Kita questions, tilting his head to the side. The dog mirrors his action. “Osamu when he had grey hair? Or that guy from MSBY?”

“I’ve found a name for him!” You shout, sliding your feet back to the kitchen.

“You’re supposed to look for an owner, not a name,” Kita snaps at you. You ignore his words and pick the dog up and stretch your arms towards Kita’s direction, presenting him the dog.

“Rice. Let’s name him Rice,” you state and he turns around, completely in disagreement with your plans. You put Rice down and move closer to Kita. “It’s a cute name! It suits him. He even looks like you! Rice is just the most suitable name.” Kita grimaces at how you compared him to a dog.

“You’ve only been here for a few hours, and in that few hours you’ve made porridge and brought a strange dog in.” Kita faces you, the distance between the two of you small but safe.

“I’m sorry...” You lower your head, frowning. You hear him sigh so you look back up anxiously.

“I’ll go to the vet tomorrow and see if he’s chipped and has an owner. If he doesn’t, he can stay here. But you need to take care of him,” Kita tells you, giving in to your pleads. ‘Why do I feel like I have a child?’

Out of excitement, you wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him. Once you’ve realized what you’ve done, you pull away from him then run back to your room, Rice following you.

“Why did I do that?” You groan, your face buried on your pillow. Rice barks and you see him sit across you. You smile widely, a blush creeping on your cheeks as you remember the hug again. “He’s so warm!” You squeal like a teenage girl. You start rolling on the floor, muffling your squeals and shrieks on the pillow. “He smells even better up close.”

Meanwhile, Kita is back to washing the dishes, but is completely distracted. He can’t stop thinking about your hug. The thought of your hug turns into a smile. Then, it becomes your voice. After that, it’s your face. ‘She’s cute.’ He finds himself smiling while washing the dishes.

He finally realizes what the weird feeling is.

‘Do I like her?’

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Facts:

Dogs noses are wet to help absorb scent chemicals

Three dogs survived the Titanic sinking

Pomeranians weren’t always so little. They used to weigh as much as 20 to 30 pounds before being bred down in size by Queen Victoria of England.

Despite their small stature, they are famous for thinking they can take on big dogs with their little bark. This makes socializing a Pomeranian with other dogs important in order to avoid aggressive behavior.

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shirophantomvox · 4 years ago

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Flower Pedals Hisoka x reader Part 2

Part 1

❤️♣️❤️♣️

As the day went on, Hisoka volunteered as a chaperone to your younger cousins. They wanted to play in the water while Hisoka sat under a coconut tree, sipping on a strawberry margarita. It would be pointless for an intoxicated man to be a chaperone but he is quite immune to heavy alcohol. Somehow, the sun’s beautiful reflection made Hisoka look like the man you slowly fell for. His job as a bodyguard for the most dangerous mafia in the country, his ability to speak French like a flipped switch, and of course his bulging muscles. Seeing him interact well with your cousins made him seem father-like. But why did he have to act so egotistical? Why couldn’t he be like the guys you saw on the Hallmark channel? Is being loved that hard to ask for? Then the hurtful incident earlier that day entered your mind once again. You didn’t want to break up with Hisoka but it was the only choice.

A tear ran down your face, something you hadn’t done in a while. A silent weep is something everyone needs to do once in a while but weeping in front of others can feel humiliating. Suddenly, you hear a knock on your door and someone enters without your permission. You quickly wiped your tears away and turned around quickly expecting it to be Hisoka. Instead, it was your beloved uncle smiling with a DVD in one hand and popcorn in the other but once he got a quick glimpse of your sad face, his smile disappeared. This time he didn’t run to your rescue but rather asked what’s wrong from a distance. He already knew it had to do with Hisoka but he was curious to hear more.

“Is it about your boyfriend?”

“Yes…”

“Did he hurt you?”

“Physically, no. Emotionally, yes. He has flirted with many people and disregards that I am there. He used to be all over me and now he acts as if I do not exist!”

“That’s horrible. But I have to break it to you. Some men like it when their significant others are jealous. It’s thrilling to them. If you dislike that, you should tell him.”

“I have! He will not listen to me!”

Your uncle grunted in anger and shook his head. He placed his index finger and thumb under his chin, thinking hard about something. Tears rolled from your eyes and felt like they could not stop.

“Come with me, darling.”

Following behind your uncle like a 5-year-old, he led the way to his newly renovated basement, and in that basement stood something that mimicked a lab. He removed a large blanket that covered a table full of glass test tubes and pink liquid. You were hopelessly confused as to why your uncle was smiling at his little creation.

“Uncle…what is all this?”

“Can you guess?”

“Sorry. I have no idea what it is.”

“It’s a love potion!”

You gasp and step back rather far from him. You frowned, not believing what your uncle has told you. Love potions were depicted and always fictional; they simply don’t exist. Hell, Cupid DOES NOT exist and yet he claims that he has made a love potion?! You have always known your uncle to be a wacky man but NOT THIS wacky! Not only did he have a small test tube of this love potion but he had at least 100 small bottles of it too!

“Uncle….don’t tell me…”

“Maybe Hisoka can take a shot of this…”

“U/N! No! That’s wrong!”

“Huh?”

“If he doesn’t love me anymore, I’ll break up with him. Plain and simple.”

“But y/n!-“

“No buts!”

Gosh, you sound like your aunt!

“Why do you have that anyway? I could have sworn you and auntie madly in love anyway.”

“We are….” He stopped talking for a brief moment as he made his way to the door. He did not want your aunt to overhear him speak or else she’d have his head.

“We’ve had a few tiffs lately and she is being distant. I was thinking of giving her this potion.”

“You can’t just…give her that! What if she’s allergic to any ingredient you put in there?”

“SHHH! It’s not a drug, ok darling? It’s essentially a cupid’s arrow in liquid form.”

“Oh yeah! And Santa Claus is real, right? Come on Unc. I’m going to sleep now.”

“Y/N wait! Wait!” Your uncle ran up the stairs after you to try and have an actual heart-to-heart conversation with you. In reality, The love potion wasn’t anything that would harm Hisoka or your auntie; it was something that everyone had. This “love potion” has many variants in the market already. It has its own juice, pop, and merchandise line. When people gave testimonies about them falling madly in love with their partners, you thought it was an absolute joke!

The day had reached 11 PM. The sun had set for the day and the bright stars shined brightly against the beach. Chrollo and the others had left hours ago probably forgetting that you and Hisoka had tagged along. As you cleared the dinner table, the love potion sat there, in its small slender glass frame. This had been extracted so it could be digested but still, you didn’t go anywhere near it.

“Don’t leave this unattended. If a person drinks too much, they’ll become a fool for you and as romantic as that sounds, it can be VERY overwhelming.”

As you turned the lights off downstairs, the front door barreled open. Your eyes had been adjusted to light for the last few hours; seeing in the dark was nearly impossible. But one thing is for sure, that infamous bubble gum small dashed towards your nostrils.

Hisoka.

The lights turned on once again and this time, they began to flicker a little. Hisoka’s piercing golden eyes were able to grab a hold of yours instantly. It felt like you were paralyzed with sudden fear and anger. So many emotions raged throughout your body; your brain sending many signals to the various parts of your body. Both of your cousins come running in, arms stuck out like airplanes zooming all through the living room. One flew underneath Hisoka’s legs and the other flew many times around you. Their sudden joy made you smile a little; they were so full of joy and hope…that is until they grow up.

“I like your boyfriend, y/n!”

“Yeah! He’s so fun! He taught me how to play Poker!”

“You what?!”

“Hey! She needs to know in case she needs to make some cash.”

“Ok, you two. Up to bed. Mom and Dad are waiting for you.”

Both of your cousins zoom into their rooms making loud airplane noises.

“I must admit, I see potential in those kids. They made their own marshmallows, mingled amongst people their age, and even reminded me when their bedtime was.”

He looked from the staircase to you. “Thank you for—“ he stopped as he looked at your angry face.

“—Are you still mad about earlier?”

“What do you think, jerk?”

“Would you stop playing hard to get? You haven’t given me a kiss today.” He bent down and puckered his lips, expecting you to respond. Instead, you turn the lights off leaving a kiss-less Hisoka in the dark. Hisoka stood in the middle of the dark living room beyond confused at your actions.

Finally! Alone at last. No one to interrupt your thoughts or sleep, just you in your auntie’s guest room. The bed was extra comfy! It was so fluffy that it almost made you get up and inside Hisoka to sleep with you.

“No. He needs to learn his lesson,” you thought to yourself. Besides, a non-married couple sleeping in the same bed together was NOT going to fly in this house. Before you knew it, your eyes were closed for what felt like 20 minutes but were actually 8 hours. The sun beamed through the curtains acting as your silent alarm clock. Stretching your muscles and yawing felt amazing after a good night’s sleep. Checking your phone was a reflex but feeling an odd source of shadows made you freeze. As you slowly turned around, Hisoka was laying in your bed, with his boxers on, smiling, and gawking at you; something he’d never done. You thought rubbing your eyes twice would make him go away, but he was still there in the flesh. Still angry about yesterday's encounter, you stare at him plainly.

“What in the world are you doing here, Hisoka?”

“To be with you, of course, my dear.” His tone was much softer; it felt as if he was barely moving his tongue. His lips slightly puckered as he spoke. Your boyfriend was always mysterious but it can be said that he was never predictable.

“What are you talking about?”

He scoots closer to you; his bare chest rubbing against your right arm. He places his left arm around your neck pulling you closer. So close that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. He took his index knuckle, placed it under your chin, and lifted.

“Oh, how I missed your face…the sound of your voice…my heart aches for you.”

You blink twice.

Am I dreaming? What is going on here?!

“Hisoka—“

He placed his index finger over your lips; his long nail gently scratches the top part. “Shhh….” Quickly but softly, Hisoka gives you a kiss but not just an ordinary kiss, one that is very breathtaking. His lips were much softer than you remember and a lot moister. He didn’t force anything; he gently moved his lips to make you more comfortable. What felt like a lifetime was truly only 10 seconds and on the 11th, he parted. Gazing into his golden eyes this time made your heart skip a beat. You remained silent, slightly afraid to say a word as he stared into your eyes deeply. This was not his blood-lust look at all but awfully similar. His eyes were half-lidded but they were soft, much softer than you had seen before. Just as you were about to say something, he gently grabs your face and begins to kiss you all around without remorse. This overwhelming amount of affection not only made you bluff but be utterly embarrassed if your aunt and uncle caught you two in this state. It’s more of the family “aww’ ing” than anything else.

“How did Hisoka suddenly do a 360 from last night?”

“Might as well enjoy this while it lasts.”

Hisoka continued to place soft kisses. He began to pepper your lower jaw with them, earning a slightly satisfied grunt from yourself. He then professed his love for you as he kissed you in between phrases. The magician himself was as red as an apple while you were a giggling mess. He moved his lips to another part of your body. His hand kisses felt amazing once more. He moved his way up your arm and to your shoulder.

“You smell terrific, kitten,” he said in a lower huskier voice.

You growl in response; something so embarrassing that you are happy your nosy little cousins did not hear.

“You’re so adorable, kitten. So delicate that I’d be afraid to touch. So beautiful like the colors and aroma omitting from a blossom tree.”

“I love you to the moon and back.”

Before Hisoka said another word, he placed his right hand where the bottom of your head and neck met. He gently caressed it as he pressed his forehead against yours. The soft feeling of his nose moving swiftly against yours felt like ecstasy. Nothing could ruin this moment.

“Hisoka’s a simp!”

Both of you jerked your heads to the door. Through the crack, you could see two curious pairs of eyes, staring into your room. Before Hisoka could leave the bed, you jump over him and march to the door.

“You know, it’s rude to stalk people in their bedrooms.”

“And? It’s rude for you to be staying the night in my beach house and not giving us any money. Hand it over sis.”

You close the door and jump back into bed with your new boyfriend. Hisoka practically had hearts in his eyes. It’s as if he saw no one but you.

Maybe he has changed….

Your uncle’s voice could be heard a distance away and that’s when it hit you.

“Don’t leave this unattended. If a person drinks too much, they’ll become a fool for you and as romantic as that sounds, it can be VERY overwhelming.”

Oh shit! Where is the potion?! No! It was left on the table last night!”

"Really, Unc? I think I can deal with this. After all, he is less insufferable. I’ve always wanted my beau back and I hope he remains this way…falling on his knees before me."

To be continued....

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inkandpen22 · 4 years ago

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Shared Minds and Shared Souls (1/?)

Pairing: Spike x Female!Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, swearing

Word Count: 2.9k

Story Summary: Driven by the power she posses as a witch and psychic, Y/N returns to Sunnydale to pay a visit to her family after she has a vision about Dawn. She isn’t exactly like her duty first and justice before all else cousin Buffy as Y/N follows her own rules. She offers her aid to the Scoobies during their drama with Glory. Y/N doesn’t plan to stay long until she experiences an unparalleled connection with a certain vampire from North London.

Masterlist

I never imagined myself visiting a small town like Sunnydale. I’ve lived in many places, but never California. The west coast isn’t exactly my style. For one, it’s hot. Two, the hippy-dippy happy-go-lucky attitude makes my eyes roll. Finally, Los Angeles reminds me of Celia, my cousin. Buffy, Celia, and I were inseparable as children. Dawn tried to tag-along in our make-believe games, but Buffy grew annoyed with her quickly. I haven’t been back in California in a decade for this very reason. Everything about California reminds me of a time when we were just kids. Before everything went to Hell in a hand basket.

Blasting Green Day in front of the hospital, I park my 1967 bright red Mustang. I take a minute to collect myself before barging in. Buffy and Dawn don’t exactly know I’m coming, but there’s something I have to warn them about, something so crucial that I drove here all the way from New York. The funny part will be explaining to Buffy that I know she’s the Slayer. To her knowledge, I’m just her ordinary cousin who she hasn’t seen since we were ten. In reality, I’m a psychic witch, have been since birth. Well, I’ve been psychic since the womb, the witchy part came later. Oh, and I can’t forget seeing the dead part, I always do. That little twist comes with the psychic part. Yeah, imagine a little ten-year-old me seeing my recently deceased cousin at her funeral… fun times. It explains the whole discomfort toward California. Low-key traumatized, but all good. Any who, I should probably stop the hesitation and just head inside.

As I stroll down the bitter cold hospital hall, I grip the leather straps of my backpack nervously.

“Hi Buffy,” I rehearse under my breath. “You probably don’t recognize me, I’m Y/N… your cousin. It’s great to see you- God I sound so stupid!”

I follow the signs on the wall toward the Neurology unit. Hospitals, cemeteries, funeral homes, old buildings, all great places to bump into ghosts. The things I do for family, boy do these guys owe me.

As I turn down yet another peach colored hall- geez this place is dated- my eyes land on a familiar blonde in the waiting room at the far end. Oh great, here we go. Buffy doesn’t notice me right away, being too occupied with doting on a sleeping Dawn resting her head on her lap. I take note of the blondie boy sat beside her. I’m guessing he’s with Buffy. Good for her, a strong seven out of ten. I would rate him higher, but he’s not my type, too All-American boy-next-door.

“Looks like I’m right on time,” I determine once I’m closer, thus making my presence known. Buffy peers up at me and her eyes widen steadily. Blondie next her looks between me and Buffy. Her surprised reaction makes him tense, I nearly assure him I’m not a threat.

“Y/N?” She gentle shakes Dawn to wake her as she rises from her seated position. “What are you doing here?”

“I heard about your mom… ” I explain vaguely. In truth, I saw it in a vision and a lot more beyond that, but I’ll just say my mom told me for now.

Buffy makes long strides and warmingly embraces me. I can sense the desperation in her touch. Her ora is all out of wack. I could see the mess her colors are from yards away. It seems like I did really arrive at the perfect time. Buffy needs me now more than ever.

“Y/N!” Dawn gasps behind us.

Buffy and I part, her eyes stare into mine pleadingly. Yeah, we really need to have a chat. Preferably somewhere we can be frank, truly frank, no bullshit like I’m spilling right now.

“Oh my God!” Dawn squeals, rushing down to greet me. She squeezes me like a stress ball as she rambles on about how much she’s missed me. Then, Dawn starts to ask the tough questions as usually does. The girl has never quite had a filter. “Where have you been?”

“New York mainly,” I laugh.

“How come you’ve never come to see us before?” She rushes out as Buffy continues to stare at me in awe. It could be she thinks she’s dreaming this.

“Dawn, I-”

She cuts me off, “how’s aunt Lolly? Are you college? When did you get in?”

“Dawnie!” I laugh, “I will answer all your questions, promise. We’ll catch up! For now,” I look at Buffy. “I need to have a chat with your sister…”

The girl scoffs, rolling her eyes dramatically as she crosses her arms over her chest. “Of course, you’re for Buffy… everyone is always here for her. No ever visit me,” she grumbles.

“I’m here for you too,” I assure Dawn. “I just… it’s important I speak with Buffy right now. It’s about something-”

“I’m sorry, but who are you?” Blondie interrupts, his face covered with confusion.

“I’m Y/N,” I introduce myself. “I’m Buffy and Dawn’s cousin.”

“I’m Riley, the boyfriend,” he offers me his hand.

Wow, quite the introduction. I’m not much of a contact-person, but this seems like the perfect opportunity to gather information on G.I. Joe. As I shake his hand, I’m able to visualize memories and emotions from him. They come as flashes before my eyes. I hear his thoughts, see through his eyes, and feel what he’s felt. All I see Buffy, moments they’ve had. At first, pleasure and immense happiness consumes my head. Then, it’s replaced with doubt and self-deprecation. The obsession with Buffy is replaced with desperate longing. He feels her slipping.

My visual is cut-off when Riley removes his hand. I’m brought back to current moment, surrounded by chaos of the hospital.

Dawn frowns, curiosity etched across her features. “What’s so important that you had to come all the way? Does it have to do with Mom?”

“You came all the way from New York?” A male voice questions behind me.

What is this an interrogation? The sooner someone tells me where Buffy is the sooner I can head back home. Believe me, I don’t want to be here longer than I have to be. I glance over my shoulder, Willow and Xander stare at me in confusion. We’ve never met, but I know of them, the visions. I’ve been keeping tabs on Buffy and the family since… well… since Buffy became the Slayer.

“Yes,” I answer Xander directly. Turning back to Buffy, I not so discretely tell her it’s urgent. “Please, Buff, do you have minute? I know this isn’t exactly opportune but-”

“Of course,” she swallows hard. “We can uh… we can talk outside. There’s a courtyard just over there,” she gestures down the hall.

“I’m coming with,” Riley declares next to her.

“I’m sorry, is your name Buffy?” I sass, much to his frustration. “What am I going to do her? She’s my cousin. I’m only borrowing her for a second, then you can toss the leash back on her.”

“Y/N…” Buffy mutters for me to stop.

Riley narrows his eyes at me- oof, I’m real scared now! While I giggle at her boyfriend’s expense as the two of us start down the hall. I’ve missed Buffy, we used to be like two peas in-a-pod. Once all this drama I’ve seen in her future is over, perhaps we can be close again. I refuse to settle in Sunnydale though. At least we have phones and email.

Once outside, and we’re certain we’re alone, Buffy cuts to the chase. “Not that I’m not happy you’re here, Y/N, I am but, why are you here?” She hasn’t changed a bit.

I snicker, peering up at the sky as the sun it starting to set. Gosh, I hate the day. That sounds weird because what human hates daytime, but I do. I’m much more… in tune with myself when it’s night time. I thrive off the moonlight and stars. The sun and its rays are hot, too hot. I like the cold and darkness of night.

“Fine, let’s get right to it,” I smirk at my cousin wickedly. Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out my pack of cigarettes, feeling a bit anxious. “You mind?” I ask her, not really caring but figure I should check.

Timidly, she shakes her head. Her arms are securely crossed in front of her as she watches me take a smoke. “Those things will kill you,” she advices the cookie-cutter phrase.

“So can a car accident, yet we still drive,” I remark with sass. “What’s life without a little risk?” I wink.

Buffy shifts on her feet as her jaw clenches. Her aura is shifting again, Black to red, I’ve never seen someone change on a dime so fast. That’s change is funny, she’s either angry or afraid of me, maybe both. I can’t blame her, I’m not exactly a Care Bear. My black and red attire doesn’t scream comforting.

“Then again, you would know all about death, right Cuz?” I suggest subtly.

Her eyes lock with mine and I start to see the wheels turning her head. ‘Does she know? How could she?’ She’s likely thinking to herself. One touch and I could hear for certain what she’s thinking.

“What are you talking about?” She mumbles, barely meeting my eye.

I scoff, tossing my head back, why can’t this be easier? You know what, fine! Growing impatient, I hold my hand out, palm to the sky. “Light,” I verbalize and within seconds a bright orb floats above my palm.

Buffy stares at my magic stunned. Yeah, I was sort of expecting that kind of reaction.

“How… How…” She stutters.

“If you’d like a mini bolt of lighting I can do that too,” I offer. “I kind of prefer them, far more powerful!”

She doesn’t share in my excitement as she slowly steps closer still in awe. “You’re a witch?”

“Yep!” I smile, rather proud. “Have been for a while now, gotten pretty good at it too, not to brag or anything…”

“So…” Buffy continues to process everything. “You know about demons, vampires-”

I hum, “all of it. Including that you’re the Slayer, congrats by the way! Fun shit,” I compliment with a snicker.

“Not exactly how I’d describe it,” she mutters defeatedly, her eyes still on the orb.

Closing my fist, the orb disappears and I place my hand on Buffy’s shoulder. Her eyes meet mine solemnly.

“How long have you known?” She asks unfazed.

“Since forever,” I answer truthfully. “Sorry I never called or have come to help. I’ve sort of been cheering for ya from the sidelines. In all honesty, I’ve been away perfecting my magic with a coven. I’ve met some pretty interesting people along the way, all dazzled when they find out I’m related to the Slayer,” I gush.

She pays no mind to my compliments, still in a daze. “Does anyone know? Does your dad?”

I shake my head and sternly tell her, “he can never know! He thinks I’ve been away at school in Boston. In truth, I’ve been in New York with a coven.”

Buffy nods in understanding, though I know Joyce is aware of the supernatural world. My mom could never handle it. “Did you come all the way here to tell me that?”

Okay, here’s the hard part, the real hard part! I finish my cigarette, pondering the last relaxing bit of it before tossing it to the ground. “Okay, so here’s the deal,” I begin. “There’s a this big nasty bitch I’ve seen in my visions- I see visions by the way-” I add in passing, having forgotten it. Then, I remember I can’t forget the ghosties bit. “Anyway, you’ve already bumped into her, Glory. Yeah, she’s a real charmer from what I can see. I’m here to help because based on my visions, she’s kicking your asses.”

I leave out a crucial bit of information, a part of the visions I’m not sure I can share. One important thing about being a psychic is not changing fate. As much as I want to tell Buffy everything, I know I can’t, not if I don’t want to mess with the world.

“So, you’re here to help us stop Glory?” She clarifies.

“It gets real fucked at some points,” I tell her, hoping that doesn’t reveal too much.

“And I take it you know about Dawn…” she insinuates.

I nod my head slowly, “you mean that she’s The Key? Then yes, I do. She’s about as human as the Teletubbies, but of course I won’t mention that to her. Who all knows?”

“As of right now, me and Giles. He’s my Watcher,” she explains. “Did you already know that?” She’s catches on quickly.

“Kinda…” I answer hesitantly. “Sorry if that’s weird. I’ve tried not to pry with my visions. If it makes you feel better, I didn’t know who Riley was! He mustn’t have been around the last time I checked in!”

“When was the last time you… ya know… checked in?” She asks, unsure of how to phrase it.

“Well, I’ve been away with the coven. I joined them right after high school, so I suppose it was when you started at UC Sunnydale. I know all about Willow and Xander, they seem nice from what I’ve seen. Angel, his in-and-out appearance in my visions was confusing for a while until I realized he was doing that in real life too,” I laugh.

“So you saw all of the Spike drama and my mom finding out about me too?” She asks.

I frown, I saw Joyce learning about Buffy and that whole conversion, but I’ve never heard of a Spike. Based on my expression, Buffy predicts the answer.

“Spike is the biggest pain in my ass,” she groans. “He and Angel used to be all vampy together. Then, Angel gained a soul and Spike got worse from what I’ve gathered. He’s killed two Slayers, so we’re not exactly friends. We met when he tried to kill me. He’ll show up and leave again, kinda like Angel but less helpful. Except now, he’s acting all infatuated with me and sticking around.”

I snicker, “oof, so you have a psychotic vampire lusting after you? How did I miss this?!”

Buffy rolls her eyes, “believe me, it’s not fun.”

“Is he hot?” I inquire, always interested in a troubled bad-boy type.

She stares at me with narrowed eyes of disapproval and scoffs, “oh my God… never ask me that again.”

“He must’ve showed up and gone between visions,” I determine. “I wasn’t able to check in much after you started at UC. Which reminds me, your roommate Kathy- not a fan of her,” I confess with a bit of humor.

“Turned out to be a demon,” Buffy explains, much to my surprise.

I gasp, “no way! Ugh, I saw you move-in, some interactions here and there, but that’s about it. I knew there was something up with her!”

Buffy laughs, actually smiling for the first time since our reunion. It feels great having someone know I’m a witch who isn’t a witch themselves. Being away in New York with the coven was great and utterly freeing. They were the first people who I showed my true self to. Now, finally, someone I care about knows the real me. I have so much more to share with her!

Buffy takes my hand gently, “I’m really glad you’re here. Lately… lately things have been more difficult than I could’ve ever imagined,” she confesses, swallowing back her tears and looks at the ground. “With Mom and protecting Dawn, I’m not sure I can do it all on my own. I mean, I have my friends, Giles, and Riley but…” she meets my gaze, tears puddling in her eyes. “I needed you, I just didn’t quite know it. I needed my other sister,” she weeps.

Immediately, I pull Buffy into my chest and hug her tightly. I should’ve come sooner. I should’ve felt Buffy’s pain. I guess I was so caught up with the coven and I forgot to check on her, so I missed the signs. I’m here now, that’s all that matters. Now, I can help. Seeing Buffy so upset makes my blood boil. Anyone who fucks with my family gets knocked off this planet, which means Glory has another coming at her in the form of a powerful witch.

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yolkyeomie · 4 years ago

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Lost Zephyrs | Bang Chan

summary — you’ve got the worst luck in the history of the world, but it seems as though a miracle has finally been bestowed upon you

word count — 2.4k words

pairing — chan x gender neutral!reader

genre — genshin impact au, fluff, reader is not the smartest person in the world

disclaimer — !! Small mentions of death/injuries !! I’ve been obsessed with genshin impact for the entire week and it stopped me writing. so I decided do make an au out of it to get me out of the slump, please enjoy !! (I explain most of the genshin content for readers who aren’t players :D !!)

tags — @fluffyskzclub

You knew you had the worst luck of them all. You've been constantly reminded of the fact that things didn't go your way no matter how hard you tried, so you think you would have learned your lesson by now right?

Somehow, you were wrong. Excruciatingly wrong in fact. It didn't matter who you told you— your friends, strangers, anyone —you always seem to think that maybe one day something would go your way. If it never did then you'd simply force the world to bend to your knees and allow you to proceed on with life like any other normal person. Most of the time that didn't happen and today was one of those days.

You should have known that traveling across the nations of Teyvat would be a dangerous journey, alone at that. So many monsters, so many evil people, would be out to cause trouble to anyone whose fate crossed their path. But you thought you were fine! After easily skipping across the land of Mondstadt without any help from strangers, slinking past monsters, and quietly napping any interesting treasures along the way, you had gotten too cocky.

Eventually, along your travels you had gotten your map of the world completely blown away in the middle of terrible weather after entering the nation of Liyue, finding yourself somewhere near Wuwang Hill. Then just when you had saved yourself from monsters near the bridge to Wangshu Inn, your sword completely snapped in half. The blade getting cut clean off after a Cryo slime froze it and broke it.

You were lucky enough that you had been able to rush into Wangshu Inn but now you were stuck without a weapon and a map of the landscape ahead of you.

Any sane person would stop their journey to stock back up on everything they've lost, but you didn't want to. You were a rather restless person and desperately wanted to reach the capitol, Liyue Harbor, as quickly as you could so you set off anyways, severely underestimated the distance between Wangshu Inn and the capitol.

That's how you ended up where you are, desperately running in the storming weather as fast as your legs would take you away from the hilichurl camp you had accidentally stumbled upon. It was never easy seeing those masked, primitive creatures armed with clubs and bows and ready for the attack but usually you were unphased. You were a traveler! You saw them all the time in Mondstadt and they are a common monster found throughout Teyvet.

But right now you were an unarmed, feeble traveler with no map and no strength to fight them off. They'd pounce on you the moment you stopped running.

"Why won't they give up!" You yell over the pounding rain, nearly tumbling over your own two feet with a strike of lightning hit the ground somewhere not too far off. You didn't even bother trying to check and see where the lightning was with the thunder roaring across the land and the hilichurl's arrows being aimlessly shot at you. It would be a death sentence trying to take a moment to look at your surroundings at this point.

You would have tried to use your elemental powers to fight back but you couldn't. You spent all that time trying to perfect the element of Ameno back in Mondstadt since it was known as the city of freedom and for its god of the winds, Barbatos, but you had used up all your energy trying to fight to save your life after you lost your sword. Truly, you were in the worst situation and it didn't feel like your luck was going to get any better from here.

Once you finally had a moment to rest, even for a second, you might be able to muster up the strength and energy to send a blast of wind toward the hilichurls. One little gust of your Anemo would send them flying and you'd finally be safe.

Rest, rest. You needed rest, but where? Where could you possibly find rest out away from the rain and hilichurls in this long stretch of land?

"You know what," you told yourself, still struggling to hear yourself as another lightning bolt strikes the ground and thunder rumbles through the air. "I should just try, if I ran fast enough they'll be long behind me and it'll give me enough time to regain my strength and blast them away."

You had to psych yourself up for it, not confident in your strength and not confident in your odds against the world, but you had to try. If the world decided you had enough karma now, maybe you'd be okay by the end of it.

Though it seemed like it wasn't enough, as you were quickly approaching an awfully large cliff that cut off your path to safety. You could climb but in this condition? In this weather? You'd probably fall straight to your doom.

With nowhere else to run, you forced yourself to pick up the page before turning on your heel and facing your opponents. Your eyes grew wide and a scream threatened to fly out your mouth at the sight of the hilichurls running towards you, their clubs swinging wildly through the air and their bows pointing straight at your chest. You were lucky that not a singular mitachurl was following you though, you would have been dead long ago.

"Here goes nothing," you mumble as you hold out your hand, desperately summoning the wind around you to be focused into the palm of your hand. Just when your body felt like it was going to collapse, a blast of wind exploded from your hands and slammed straight into the hilichurls that followed you. The rain was sucked up into your wind vertex and splattered against the already drenched hilichurls, sending them flying through the air defenseless.

You wanted to cheer for your small victory, but there was no chance to do it when the hilichurls that hadn't been blown away were still standing. "Oh, come on!" You yelped, falling to your knees from the strain you had placed on your body, unable to fight against the crossbows that were pointed at you. You shielded yourself as best as you could to save yourself from the oncoming attacks, opting that you'd rather go out seeing nothing and hearing everything instead of the opposite.

Yet inside of hearing the screeching arrows being shot and stung into your flesh, instead of hearing the hilichurls growl and cackle at their victory over another frail traveler, you hear something different. Their yelps of pain echoed through the air as the rain began to let up, their bows crashing to the ground and their cackles going panicked at their sudden change of plans.

Curious over the turn of events, you peered around your arms to catch a glimpse of the fairytale-like scene before you. A boy stood in the middle of the hilichurls with a victorious dimpled smile, soaking wet in the now light rain and swinging a large red and black greatsword like it was the lightest object in the world. His movements were messy and slow but his sword dealt enough damage to frighten the hilichurls into a tactical retreat.

The boy tried to get in an extra hit by taunting the monsters for their cowardice before he slammed his greatsword into the ground, rocks flying away from the heavy sword's collision. After a moment to himself, laughing at whatever words that had come out of his mouth, he turned to you. His brown eyes flashed from fiery excitement to immediate worry at your condition, quickly giving you a one over before rushing to your side.

"Are you okay?" He asked in a soft voice, falling to his knees and grabbing your hands. Around his wrist jingled a bracelet of some sort, charmed with different and unique trinkets. Though the most notable one being the large, glowing yellow crystal hanging in the center of the trinkets, a swirling symbol of earth inside of the crystal. You knew exactly what that symbol was, the symbol of Geo, the earth element famously found throughout Liyue. "I couldn't help but barge in, it seemed like you needed help."

"I am," you quickly tell him, awkwardly snatching your hands away from him after realizing he was checking to see if you suffered any wounds. "I mean, I'm fine. I definitely needed help though, thank you for saving me."

"No problem," he nodded, his smile stretching across his face and his dimples growing even deeper. "I saw you from over there after you sent that gust of wind toward the hilichurls. Had you not done that, I wouldn't even have noticed you through that thick downpour." The boy told you, pointing across the way towards the cliffs not too far from you.

He must have climbed down from there to reach you, but that would have been a rather tedious process. Maybe he jumped instead?

"Ah, you saw that?" You quietly asked, embarrassed to be caught weak and defenseless by what seemed to be a fellow traveler. When he innocently nodded his head, you let your head fall to your hands. "Gosh... that's so embarrassing... that means you saw me running away from those hilichurl and everything didn't you?"

The boy shrugged, "as I said, I didn't see you until the gust of wind." He explained.

"Did I just out myself on running away?" You cringed, mentally slamming your head with one of the hilichurl clubs. You were just letting anything fall out of your mouth now, huh? And to a total stranger at that! "This is even more embarrassing! I'm sorry, forget I ever said that, erase that from your memory."

He laughed at your words, slicking back his drenched purple hair as the rain finally stopped. "Don't worry! It's like that sometimes, even I've run away from a hilichurl or two once in my life. Especially those samachurls, creepy little things they are, especially with the fact that they can control elements."

"You too?" You gasped, jumping up to attention at your shared fears. "I hate those devils! Hydro samachurls that heal the other hilichurls, they make everything else so... so difficult."

"So you have fought hilichurls before," he teased, tapping the glowing light teal crystal that dangled down your neck in a pendant. Like the boy, you too had a symbol that displayed the element you had been gifted, giving away the fact that you could control Anemo as if the gust of wind from your hands wasn't enough of a dead giveaway. "With the way your knees buckled from sending one meek blast at them, I would have thought this was your first time seeing them."

"It is not!" You defended, jumping up to your feet and feeling energy course through your body once more. All you needed was one quick rest and you were back to your normal self. "I'm a full blown traveler! I had just been running from those hilichurls for a while now, I didn't have enough strength to create a whole tornado or something to save myself."

"What full blown traveler walks across Liyue without a weapon in tow?" The boy pointed out, gesturing toward your empty scabbards hanging around your waist. "Liyue, while very beautiful, is a very dangerous place to go on your own, especially without a weapon or two to project yourself."

You bit your lip, fidgeting with the pendant around your neck as you tried to sugarcoat your situation. "Well... I did have a sword when I first came here from Mondstadt but things... happened... and by the time I reached Wangshu Inn I had no sword."

"Wangshu Inn?" He gasped, "but that's so far away from here, how'd you even make it this far?"

"Barbatos was on my side, I guess," you shrugged, not knowing the answer to his question. It's a literal miracle that you hadn't died. "I was going to try and make my way as close to Liyue Harbor as possible since that was my original destination but I lost my map before I even got into the nation so... I'm kinda... all over the place right now."

"You sure are, you're nowhere near Liyue Harbor right now. In fact, I'd say you're closer to Wangshu Inn than the city." The boy explained, completely catching you off guard. Not even close to your destination? You spent all this time running and fighting through the terrain of Liyue and ended up almost exactly where you started."

"What? But I thought I had been following a clear path before the hilichurls attacked. So if I'm not near Liyue...," you began, twisting and turning in every direction as you tried to make sense of your location. "Then where am I?"

"If you climbed up the cliffs? You'd be standing in Jueyun Kurst, and mere mortals can't just walk into Jueyun Kurst." The boy explained, pointing to a path you could have taken had you not been chased by monsters. "It's going to take a while for you to even reach Guili Plains now, this place only gets more secluded the deeper you head into the mountains."

Had you survived the attack from the hilichurls, you would have gotten lost within Jueyun Kurst. Your luck was absolutely horrendous at the moment, the mere fact that the Geo boy had come and saved you was a miracle.

"If you want, I can take you to Liyue?" He offered, both of you catching each other's eyes almost immediately. After a moment of pure silence, he let out a nervous laugh and anxiously ran his hands through his hair. "I mean, I have friends who live in Liyue! They can help you get a new sword and a map... and I'm also sorta heading towards Liyue Harbor in a sense? So I think it'll just benefit the both of us! Yeah..."

You couldn't help but giggle at his actions, taking note of the evident flushing of his cheek that even the boy didn't seem to notice. "I'd like that very much. I feel a lot safer running around Liyue with a partner instead of on my own. Thank you...?"

"Chan," he informed you, his smile shining as he finally properly introduced himself. "I'm Bang Chan, but usually I just get called Chan... it doesn't matter which one you use though. I'm fine with anything."

"Chan," you repeated, making sure his name and face were permanently engraved in your mind. "I'm Y/N. Thank you, Chan, for being my guide around Liyue. Now shall we get going? It was raining a few minutes ago and we're soaking wet, don't want to catch a cold while we're on the road, do we?"

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falsegoodnight · 4 years ago

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these are the fics I read (or reread) and loved this month!

*note: this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 1st to the 26th and any fics read after will be included in next month’s fic rec list because i don’t want this to be too long!

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✰ you fold into me like a beating heart by @lil0 / theweightofmywords | 2k

He’s scrolling through his phone as this nervous energy consumes him. He feels like he’s on the edge of something. If he falls, he doesn’t think he’d ever make it back. He catches himself staring at his weather app. It’s sunny where his ex is.

It’s sunny here too.

(this was so lovely and well-written! i’m honestly impressed with how much development and characterization and emotion was packed into less than 2k words! also i don’t want to spoil anything but there’s an element in this fic that finally plays out in the final sentence and i ADORED that! the last few paragraphs in general are just so perfect!)

✰ no one to blame (but the drink) by @femstyles | 3k

Harry misses Louis. He knows Louis deserves better.

(this was so well-written and heart wrenching! i’m a sucker for fics where so much raw feeling is packed into smaller sizes and this is a perfect example! and exes to lovers, my kryptonite! it has more of an open ending but i loved it the little flicker of hope that it left the reader with!!)

✰ For You I’d Bleed Myself Dry by @allwaswell16 | 4k

After a public and humiliating breakup, Louis Tomlinson finds himself on his would-be honeymoon with his best friend, Niall. However, this St. Lucian paradise is not all that it seems. Louis may be particularly vulnerable to an unusually handsome predator.

(one of the many vampire harry fics i read this month to get in the mood for writing my own! this one was so addicting and alluring- the air of mystery had me on the edge of my seat the entire time and the ENDING! it was vague and mysterious and PERFECT for the story!!!)

✰ Sugar Cube by @zanniscaramouche | 5k

Louis is fine. He knew this would happen. He knows. The beat up laptop stuffed under his mattress can attest to how much porn he’s watched and hell, he’s been on his knees in a piss stained alley for a few tenners. He’s not some scared blushing virgin.

Except. He kind of is.

(THIS. FIC. i was engrossed from start to finish and i genuinely cannot wait to read the full fic when the blff rolls around. the writing in this was exquisite- it evoked so much imagery and feeling in the reader and gosh, that ENDING! i can’t wait to find out what happens next!)

✰ Click by @allwaswell16 | 5k

When Louis got assigned a roommate, he wasn’t exactly thrilled, but as far as roommates go Marcel was a pretty good one. That was until Marcel started clicking a counter everywhere he went...

(i haven’t read very many marcel fics but i gave this one a shot and loved it! short and sweet and well-written! i loved the aspect of clicking too! it added an extra layer to the story! and of course, one can never go wrong with roommates to lovers!!)

✰ take me to the stars by @lil0 / theweightofmywords | 6k

Staring at his darling daughter, in the middle of the pasta aisle, Louis found himself on the edge of a neurotic breakdown.

"It’s your birthday tomorrow! And your papa better not do anything to muck it up! Because your dada worked very hard to organise it! And all of your aunties and grannies and granddads and friends will be there!” Louis continued in a sweet sing-song voice that seemed to get increasingly frantic as he continued. “And if your papa is in rut, then what? What’ll we do, honey girl? Your dada will be too busy! And your papa will be too horn-”

“Louis,” Harry interrupted, touching Louis’ arm. “I’ll be okay. It’s probably not even my rut. I can appreciate you… all of you… even when I’m not in rut.”

Louis looked at him skeptically, imagining the shitshow that would be Harry in rut, surrounded by family and friends, at their child’s first birthday party. “I hope you’re right, H.”

(this fic was so adorable and soft! i had a smile on my face the entire time! i don’t read a lot of fics where h&l are parents that don’t include pre-pregnancy but this sounded so cute that i couldn’t resist and i’m glad i gave it a shot! it’s well-written and lovely just like all other of this writer’s fics!!)

✰ which is sweeter love or its loss by @doncasterkitten / patdkitten | 6k

After he catches his boyfriend cheating on him, Louis runs away from London and answers an ad to housesit an estate in the Yorkshire Moors while the mysterious owner is away. It's easy enough to forget about his problems when confronted with the routine that exists in a former abbey in the moors, when the only people around are a cat and the caretaker.

And then the mysterious owner returns.

(another vampire harry fic! i loved the writing and the atmosphere in this fic which felt so real and developed despite it being a shorter fic! i loved the louis and harry here and the added aspect of louis getting over being cheated on and trying to escape. the story had a very ambiguous/open ending that worked perfectly for the story!)

✰ shine a light upon your ground by @ashleyjohnsonfanaccount / louizsv | 9k

Louis sighs again and fiddles with the bracelet on his wrist, twisting the charms around and petting the fake diamonds.

“How much for a night?” A deep voice suddenly asks him. The man who approaches him is already pulling out his wallet and flicking through a bundle of bills. Louis, who had been sitting at the bar completely innocent and minding his own business, lets out an offended, strangled sound.

“Excuse me?” He demands, straightening up in his seat. The hem of his dress creeps further up his thigh but he pays it no mind.

(this author’s writing style is always so immersive and evocative and this fic is no exception! i’m honestly floored by how she managed to write this wonderful story in ONE DAY! the smut was hot and although i definitely pictured H as Harry the entire time, i loved the aspect of mystery in his identity and that the reader could choose to imagine him as whoever they wanted!)

✰ kiss me in your chevrolet by @lougendarey / cinnamons | 12k

"Yes, Lou?" Harry asked, rubbing his tired eyes. A gust of wind came through the open windows, sending chills down Harry's arms as a light rain began falling outside. He closed his eyes again and let his head fall back to the couch arm rest.

"Can we go there?" Louis asked, probably pointing somewhere. Harry opened his eyes and felt his heart jump in his chest, a magazine page a couple of inches away from his face. Startled, Harry closed his eyes and breathed heavily, trying to collect himself.

Harry blinked a few times to focus his eyes on the page Louis still held in front of his nose. "You want to go to the Grand Canyon?" He furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head to the left to look at Louis' face.

(i love roadtrip aus and this one was so cute and lovely! the * troubles - don’t want to spoil - added another layer of depth to the story and i really enjoyed that too! their relationship was so cute and i loved how supportive and lovely harry was to louis in this fic when he needed it :’) also the ENDING!! i’m a sucker for endings like that - again, don’t want to spoil - and this one was so cute, i had a giant smile on my face!!! remember to read tags!)

✰ A Vivid and Wistful Memory by @lwtisloved / MyEnglishRose | 13k

In which they are neighbours stuck at home and they happen to start talking through a wall with a piano, a violin, and a flute. They end up writing the soundtrack of their own love story.

(this was so adorable!!! i’ve been craving some more quarantine fics and this one delivered so well! i loved the aspect of violin and flute playing, writing songs together, the neighbors to friends to lovers, and of course i loved louis’ cat, Snowball <3 such a lovely story and so so heartwarming! highly recommend!)

✰ until this blood runs cold by @soldouthaz | 14k

In a town as small as Louis’, everybody knows everybody and gossip spreads faster than the wildfires that rage on just outside their backdoors in the sweltering heat of summer. When something happens here everyone knows about it within seconds. Neighbors call neighbors and notes are left on doorsteps, old telephone lines ringing until there isn’t a single person who is left in the unknown.

So it’s definitely hot gossip when a vampire moves in across the street from him, the very same one who’s just become Louis’ boss.

(amazing, perfect, wonderful as always! sarah’s writing is like a breath of fresh air and this story was truly incredible! i loved the atmosphere and the uniqueness of louis and harry’s jobs - never read anything like it, that’s for sure - and i’m just a sucker for vampire harry in general but sarah’s is perfect <333)

note: this fic is part of a series of vampire fics/drabbles (all of which are completely separate!) titled love bites which sarah and i are doing together so check it out!!!)

✰ UN(RE)SOLVED by @daddyharrie | 21k

The ghoul boys are back, but this time around there are some unresolved feelings involved. Harry is a skeptic, Louis is not. Watch them go on their ongoing investigation into the question: are ghosts real?

Or, BuzzFeed Unsolved AU.

(i actually re-read this last month and forgot to talk about it - a TRAGEDY, I’M SORRY - but this is pretty much one of my favorite fics of this year and of all time, hands down. it’s not even that i’m a buzzfeed unsolved fan- this fic is just so??? good??? i’ve read it over five times and i never get tired of this version of harry and louis or the story or the humor. also jealous harry >>>)

✰ your eyes of blue, your kisses too by @loubellies | 22k

When they get out onto the streets away from the crowds Niall turns to walk backwards, “So did you get any leads?”

“Well- uh.”

Niall shakes his head, “Too busy kissing that pretty boy onstage, I see. Gonna blow the whole case for a piece of ass?”

or the murder in the alleyway.

(so good!!! mar has really outdone herself with this one! historical au + mystery + detective harry is pretty much a recipe to win me over and this took all of those things and combined them perfectly! it’s fast paced and atmospheric - love the 1920s setting for this fic - and engrossing! and the smut was hot hot HOT!)

✰ Quiet People Have the Loudest Minds by @2tiedships2 | 38k

Louis is a nonverbal omega who has accepted the fact that he will never find an alpha that will treat him as an equal. On the other hand, he’s never met anyone like Harry.

(this was so amazing and so heartwarming! i loved the relationship between louis and harry here and especially how supportive and wonderful harry was with louis and trying to learn how to communicate with him :’) reading this fic was so comforting, i can’t explain it. i just read it in one sitting while laying in bed and i had the dopiest smile on my face at some parts. i don’t normally read fics with no smut but this one was so worth it)

✰ Lidocaine and Palm Trees. by @daddyharrie | 45k

Heat, fake tans and lots of traffic.

Harry never expected to earn his living this way when he moved to LA.

Louis didn't think he could ever be the same after his divorce.

A lighthearted story about two guys trying to find themselves in the vibrant, sprawling city of Los Angeles, with a side of technical porn industry stuff.

(i’ve already recced this fic on here a few months back but it’s recently been finished so i will be screaming about it again. another favorite of this year and favorite of all time. i’ve reread this fic over and over since it’s finished and i never get tired of it. i love these characters and this storyline (which is so unique and refreshing, honestly) so much. the setting also makes me feel nostalgic in the best way)

✰ Since I’ve Found You by @all-these-larrythings / Rearviewdreamer | 74k

Louis woke up on the morning he was meant to volunteer at the Feed the Homeless program at St. Mary's church hoping for an opportunity to give back a little to a city that has given him everything he could ever want. Little did he know, there was one more great thing waiting there for him; a boy with radiant green eyes in a weathered jacket and a beat-up backpack slung over his shoulders.

(THIS. FIC. it was so cute and amazing! i don’t get the chance to read a lot of longer fics as much as i want to but i somehow read this in one afternoon because i couldn’t put it down. it was so heartwarming and i loved the progression of their relationship and louis was so lovely and so was harry and ugh, it was so good! the ending made me emotional too <3)

If you read any of these beautiful works of art, remember to leave kudos and comment to show your appreciation!

*if i made any errors, please let me know :)

enjoy!

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I just watched the 1st Hetalia Musical

I dunno what possed me to search for it, but i wanted to find the Hetalia musicals, and I managed to find the 1st one with english subtitels

It was a lot better then i thought, It is very silly and over the top, yes

But i am ever so glad i watched it. It made me love the more silly side of Hetalia that some people seem to forget about love even more. It was what drew me in, in the first place.

Yet it could be quite dramatic and serious as well. I hope i managed to see the 2nd Musical someday as well, As well as the Osoka stage show i keep seeing clips from.

If you are a Hetalia fan, please look it up, if you haven't and give it a chance at the very least.

To me, at the very least this first one, and the little bid i could find of the second of youtube seem to be made by people that love Hetalia.

7 notes • Posted 2021-06-28 21:48:42 GMT

Its funny, I've travelled across 13+ different accounts in the past and somehow I always wind up running into you somewhere and somehow, whether you pop up on my dash or you like a post of mine, or something, and I don't even follow the same people each time I make a new one so I have no idea how we keep crossing paths(though you wouldn't have noticed). It's weird how seeing you pop up has just started to become a form of nostalgia for me after all this time. I'm pretty sure I first found you when I was like 14?? I think??- I'm like 22 now. Coming back to tumblr without seeing the username 'MMD-Ask-Italy' pop up atleast once while I'm here would be so foreign now.

Oh my gosh this is like, one of the sweetest things ever? And that is really funny that you keep comming across me on so many accounts.

Maybe because i kinda gave up on, keeping this blog only foccused on one thing? So yeah if you are in the same fandoms i have been, you can just see me liking stuff everywhere,

And i do reblog some stuff, tho my personal post have gone down a lot.

I saw the age, and i had to check it, becasue i was like.. 8 years? Have i really ha this blog that long? doesn't feel like it

But yeah, had this blog since october 2014 , tho i have only 4 post in my archive for like...almost a year after that...and i was like why???

and i was like 'oooh yeah, i made this blog inicily because I was on DeviantArt, and more people where migrating over, but i never really did, but the name stuck XD.

Send me on a whole trip down memory lane, so that was fun!

I am glad you are able to have nostalgic feelings towards my blog, and i hope you continue to have them! ^-^

I'll continue posting/rebloging/liking whatever i'll enjoy next, so untill the next time, one of my blogs hits your dash.

8 notes • Posted 2021-07-02 21:33:21 GMT

Okay, okay, for my fellow dutchies.

I was just at the tryouts for Arjen Lubach show.

And i sat in the front tow and got singled out.

At the end of the show. He got a bouget of flowers from the venue and then he came forward and gave them to me!!!

This is such a good day!!

9 notes • Posted 2021-09-05 22:32:46 GMT

The Floor is Lava! ha ha *dad climbs up the kitchen counter*

it has been a ages since i made gifs, but i had to, for this ask, come on, a bit later then i wanted to, but still fun, Hope they turned out okay!

13 notes • Posted 2021-01-03 16:58:59 GMT

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Ask Chara And Friends. Episode 1: The social experiment starts

IT’s DONE! Here is the first episode of Ask Chara and Friends the DUB done by me Noffy/mmd-ask-italy (with a little bit of help @itsonlylucifair)

Follow the original comic! -> @askcharaandfriends

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done by @miamouse-va

this comic is Underswap Au from this other comic

Ask Frisk and Company

found here -> @askfriskandcompany

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I hope you all enjoy. This is the first time i have ever done anything like this. Hope you all enjoy what I made

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meanhoeforcb97 · 5 years ago

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Say My Name

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (and a bit of fluff at the end🙈)

Warnings: Hard Dom! Chan, Daddy/babygirl kink, oral (f), mentions of alchohol(??)

Words: 3.3k

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I'm so embarrassed to post this eYE–

Let me know if you wanna see part 2 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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It was a lovely quite warm evening during the middle of March and your friend Leah had persuaded you into going out for a couple of drinks.

After your last relationship had come to a bad end a few months prior –almost a year– you hadn't been going out much as you weren't interested in a love life at the moment.

Which also ended up affecting your sex life and making it basically nonexistent.

So Leah was determined to change that.

She helped you pick out a dress and you both got ready at your house. She did your make up and you did hers, you were having a great time with one of your closest friends and you genuinely thought this would be a girls night. Little did you know what was about to take place only a few hours from now.

"Damn! You're fire!" You told Leah hyping her up and boosting her confidence. She was wearing a black, strapless and tight fitted dress with some fishnets and knee-high boots.

"You are not so bad yourself!" She said joking as she gestured towards your outfit which consisted of a red tight fitted off-the-shoulder dress that reached just a few inches above your knees and had a slit up your left thigh suggesting what was laying underneath paired with black stilettos.

You weren't really the type to dress up or go clubbing often but whenever you did, you honestly loved it! You loved how confident these sexy outfits made you feel. You loved the stares coming from men and women left and right. You loved the euphoric feeling of sex mixed with alcohol. Nights like these were the ones you strived to always remember.

So with one last check in the mirror you and your friend exited your house, locked the door behind you two and entered a passing cab. Both of you agreed that you wouldn't drive as you both planned to drink at least one glass. So to be safe, you called a taxi.

Arriving at the club, you both entered while holding hands as to not get lost between the sea of sweaty bodies grinding up against each other.

You hadn't even made it to the bar yet and you had already spotted a few hotties—this definitely wasn't gonna be a girl's night.

Leah sat on one of the stools and you sat right next to her and you both turned to the barman.

From the corner of your eye you notice how Leah was basically drooling, and in all honesty she had all the rights to. He was tall and incredibly gorgeous. He seemed to be quite young, at least younger than the two of you so you weren't planning on making any moves as for Leah, that's another story.

"So ... Hyunjin." She said reading his name tag.

"Yes miss, how could I help you?" He asked slightly leaning into the counter with a sky smirk on his face.

"My friend over here and I would like something to drink... give us your best drinks." She said placing some money on the counter and he looked at her hand pushing the bills.

"This one's on me, gorgeous." He said as he sent a wink her way and got to work.

She turned to you and you pouted, "What the actual fuck Leah? It hasn't even been 15 minutes since we entered and you already have found a hottie who will probably fuck the shit out of you later. What am I supposed to do?" You whined at her.

"Calm down okay? I'll help you! I'll find you a nice person to take care of you!" She said with a wink.

"How about this guy right there? The one with the blonde hair and green eyes? He looks fine!" She said and you bit your lip about to give in, but then saw a girl wrapping a hand around his waist and he leaned down and kissed her.

"Oh.." She let out dumbfounded and you sighed.

"Just forget it, I don't need any guy to show me fun! I can do it myself! I'm gonna dance!" You said trying to make her forget about it.

Just at that moment Hyunjin turned around and placed two glasses on the counter, you thanked him, grabbed yours and left right away.

The dance floor was busy with sweaty bodies dancing like crazy to the upbeat music blasting through the speakers.

Taking small and frequent sips of your drink, you found yourself letting loose to the music and your body moving according to the beat.

After a few of these drinks you were getting tipsy and you were dancing on your own for a long time now, deciding that was enough for now you went to leave when suddenly you almost bumped into a male figure.

And fuck, was he hot though?

"Oh oops, I'm sorry!" You said and went to leave.

"Its okay I wasn't looking! By the way love your dress!" He said as he winked at you and you smirked slyly.

"Well thank you, you look quite nice yourself." You said in a joking manner.

Being tipsy and all you continued to dance alone in front of the man's presence as he continued to talk with you.

And he couldn't help but stare in curiosity and lust.

You were so fucking hot he couldn't even comprehend how fuckable you looked all sweaty under the dim coloured lights of the club.

It made him think about you sweaty and under dim lights in a completely different scenario.

"So my names Chris, yours? Or should I call you gorgeous?" He asked in a flirting manner as he grabbed his lower lip between his teeth.

He proceeded to dance along to the music and waiting for an answer.

You couldn't help but scan the man from head to toe, his hair was a beautiful shade of dark brown matching with his eyes. His lips were plump and pink and he had adorable dimples that showed up whenever he smirked playfully at you. His body oh gosh his body was something you really wanted to explore. His exposed biceps were buff and veiny and it was obvious that the man worked out a lot.

You smirked and looked straight into his eyes and moved closer to his form still dancing.

"The names Y/n.. but you can call me whatever you want hottie" you said and proceeded to grind your ass against his thigh.

He bit his lip harder as his hands landed on the small of your waist.

"This is a dangerous game you're playing little girl.." he said through clenched teeth as he leaned so far in that your noses were almost touching and you could feel his breath fanning your lips. You leaned into his ear and let out a chuckle.

"Maybe this isn't the most dangerous it can get.." you said and captured his earlobe between your teeth.

Chris's grip on your waist tightened and his breath slightly hitched.

He pulled you back and kissed you on the lips. The kiss was rough and full of lust, your tongues fighting for dominance and yours winning for a second before he regained control. He bit and sucked on your lips and tongue making you let out tiny noises of satisfaction making him pull even closer to his body.

You were both a mess, making out in the middle of the dance floor and grinding against each other like wolves in heat.

"Wanna take this to my place?" He asked as he pulled away from your mouth panting.

You turned towards were your friend was sitting to see her still flirting with that Hyunjin guy. You took out your phone sent her a quick text and nodded at him.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd, leading you outside he called a taxi and then turned to you and kissed you on the lips once again.

"You sure about this babygirl?" He asked making sure you were doing this with full consent.

"Babygirl huh?" You smirked slyly and leaned in towards his face.

"Sure thing daddy." You whispered into his mouth before biting his lip and he groaned in response grabbing your hips and bringing you closer.

You started making out in the parking lot and just when his hands travelled from your waist to the curve of your ass, the taxi arrived.

You both got in and continued making out at the backseat after Chris instructed the driver to get you two to his house.

Once the car came to a stop he paid for the ride and lead you inside by pulling on your hand.

Throwing your handbag by the door you turned to him only to have him pinning you up against the wall and sucking on your neck searching for your sweet spot.

Your legs immediately became wobbly and your hands found a tight grip on his biceps.

It took everything in you not to moan but when he sucked on that specific spot close to the center of your collarbones you couldn't help but let out a strangled whine.

You bit your hand embarrassed by the sound that came out of your mouth.

"Oh no babygirl! Let daddy hear your beautiful voice alright?" He said as he gave your lips a peck and moved his way downwards to your littered neck full of fresh marks.

Unzipping your dress and sliding it down, he stopped just above your stomach so your boobs would be freed.

He kissed on top of your cleavage and couldn't help but bury his face in them.

He quickly took off your bra throwing it somewhere in the livingroom.

He then proceeded to suck, lick and bite onto your right boob, paying extra attention to the erect nipple.

"Chris~" you couldn't help but moan his name as he worked wonders on your breasts.

"What was that babygirl?" He asked as he stopped.

"N-Nothing! Please don't stop!" You practically begged as you tried to pull his face close to your naked chest once again.

"I'm gonna let this slide just this once. But daddy won't be as generous next time! Understood?" He asked and you nodded desperately.

He had barely even touched you yet and you were already wet, your panties getting more and more soaked by the minute.

With a last squeeze and a kiss on your breasts he pulls away, took off his dress shirt and lead you to his bedroom.

The room was dimly lit by some side lamp on his desk and the bed was large, but that's just about everything you noticed before he pushed you on the bed and pinned your hands above you head.

Taking off the dress completely, he exposed your lower half which was covered by a thin layer of lace.

He smirked and licked his lips with lust and hunger mixed in his beautiful but dark irises.

"You planned on getting fucked tonight didn't you?" He asked as he pulled on the under garment's band and then let it slap against the beautiful and not to mention unmarked skin of your thighs.

"Well you ain't getting fucked by a little boy today, so why dont you let me show you how daddy fucks his little girl huh?" He said and you couldn't help but clench around thin air, your thighs closing and your butt squirming.

"Hmm, my babygirl is so needy~" he cooed as he gripped your thighs and forcefully pulled them apart revealing your covered heat.

Chris quickly rid you of the last piece of clothing remaining on your body and his breath hitched in his throat as he saw your glistening wet flower.

He trailed kisses down the center of your chest to your tummy and lastly to your danger zone— but no! Chris wasnt gonna give it to you so easily.

He kissed all around your pussy and thighs avoiding your clit and entrance and kissing around it on the outer lips and inner thighs.

Leaving a few marks here and there as well your hips thrusted forward trying desperately to find some sort of friction.

He quickly pinned your hips down with his strong hands and finally looked straight into your eyes as he landed the first long and sharp lick across your slit.

You moaned loudly and he couldn't help but groan as he lapped up all of your arousal.

Focusing on your clit, he slipped one finger in your tight hole making you moan louder and pant heavier than before.

"Oh my gosh, keep going! Just like that!" You moaned as Chris hit your g-spot with his finger repeatedly.

He hummed against your clit causing the vibration to send waves of pleasure all over your body while at the same time he added a second finger.

All of the stimulation of your most sensitive parts soon enough drove you over the edge.

Chris sensed that you were close as your walls tightened around his fingers so he gave your clit one last strong suck and pulled his mouth and fingers away from you making you let out a cry of frustration as you lost your high.

"I swear to God if you don't finish what you started... I haven't had sex in freaking months!" You said as you sat up on your ass looking at Chris frustrated.

"Watch your mouth babygirl.." He said as he glared at you. You couldn't help but be intimidated by his naked and toned figure hovering over you.

"And don't worry I'm about to change that." He said with a smirk as he unbuckled his belt and proceeded to take off his jeans and briefs.

Once his member was out and free you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together at the image of his red and angry dick standing tall against his toned stomach and leaking with pre-cum already.

"You caused this babygirl..." He growled as he came closer to you. "How do you feel about that?" He asked as gripped a fistful of your hair and tilted up your head to look straight into his eyes.

"Proud." Was all you said before he crashed your lips together in yet another sloppy make out session and he pushed you further into the bed.

You could feel his cock against your pussy and all you wanted and needed at that moment was him inside you and fucking you mercilessly.

"What do you want baby? Let me hear you.." He panted in your ear as he placed a condom around his erected cock.

"I want you Daddy! I want Daddy to fuck me till I cant think straight! To fuck me so good that I wont be able to walk for days!" You cried out and he groaned.

"Your wish is my demand..." he managed to growl out before plugging his thick and rock-hard cock into your swollen, wet cavern.

You both let out sighs of relief at the pleasure of him being inside you.

It was as if his cock was made just to be inside your pussy as he filled you to the brim and stretched you out oh so good.

Soon he started rocking his hips in the most delicious pace and your moans mixed with his.

The strong smell of sex inhabited the room and the sound of skin slapping against skin was loud.

He was fucking you so good. He was hitting all the right places and had you a moaning mess in no time.

"Faster daddy, faster!" You cried out as you felt your orgasm being just around the corner.

He groaned at the sound of your voice so desperate and so shamelessly begging for his cock.

Chris grabbed one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder. This new angle gave him the chance to explore your pussy in a whole different depth.

With this position you could feel him hitting your g-spot repeatedly once again making you basically scream in pleasure.

He looked at your beautiful face while trusting his hips deeply into your own and he couldnt help but moan at your fucked out expression and sweaty face. Your hair was disheveled and flying everywhere. And as his eyes travelled further down he watched as your boobs bounced from the hard rocking of his hips and just a little bit lower he saw as his dick was engulfed by your hungry vagina.

You were gorgeous.

He kissed your lips and sucked on your tongue as he brought a hand down to your entrance and rubbed inconsistent circles on your swollen clit.

You gasped and cried out at the newfound pleasure.

"Oh my gosh I'm so close! So close!" You managed to let out as you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

"Let go for daddy babygirl, let daddy see how much you enjoyed him fucking your tight little pussy." He said as he watched you intently and adding even more pressure to your clit.

You let out a strangled moan and gripped his biceps tightly slightly scratching him in a progress and came undone.

The orgasm was so intense that your body was shaking violently afterwards.

As you came, Chris could feel your walls tighten around his dick and his thrust got sloppier and sloppier as he continued fucking into you, chasing his own orgasm while at the same time helping you ride out yours.

To help him, you took down your leg from his shoulder and pulled him closer to you sucking on his neck leaving marks all over it.

He moaned in pleasure when you found his sweet spot and guided your hand to his balls, and you got the memo and massaged them.

He moaned even louder this time as his own orgasm wrecked his body. Coming into the condom he stopped his movements but stayed put inside you as he caught his breath.

Looking down at your face he leaned down to kiss you, both of your foreheads sweaty and with hair clinging onto your skin so he took a stranded and placed it behind your ear.

Placing his forehead on your own he sighed as he pulled his member out of your vagina and you squeezed your thighs together as your previously filled pussy lost its warmth and you trembled lightly.

He took off the condom and threw it away, he leaned down and placed a soft peck on your lips far different than the previous kisses you two shared.

"I'm gonna go grab something to clean you up alright? I'll be right back." He said and you nodded, he smiled and placed one last peck on your lips before leaving.

Laying there alone in his bed you felt your body slowly but surely start to drift in and out of conciousness as you felt completely and utterly exhausted.

At some point your eyes were closing in their own accord and you were almost asleep when suddenly the bed besides you dipped.

You forced your eyes open to see Chris sitting next to you, still completely naked, while holding a wet towel and a glass of water.

He helped you up to your butt and passed you the glass of water. You drank it all in one go and he took back the glass as he helped you lay down again.

"Such a good girl for me... taking my cock so well and cooperating with me.." he cooed at you as he grabbed the towel and placed it on your vagina softly.

The towel was warm making you relax under his gentle touch. He gently and carefully cleaned your vagina and thighs before folding the towel in half and with the clean side he proceeded to wipe the sides of your face, neck and chest.

He stood back up and pulled the duvet over you, placed a kiss on your forehead and left the room with the towel and the glass once again.

He came back soon after though and got under the duvet with you, you were turned away from him so he got this chance to hug you from behind and be the big spoon.

And at that you both fell into a peaceful dreamless sleep.

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wri0thesley · 4 years ago

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many many anons under the cut bc i didn’t want anyone to feel like i was ignoring them and i wanted to respond to u all! warning for small text too, it was so long i wanted to make it look smaller fgbnjkgkjn

Anonymous asked: NAT... you can write WHATEVER you want! It's your blog, and I hope that rude anons can learn to respect that. I used to be on your blog just for jjba content too, so when you started getting into jjk I was indifferent but eventually you dragged me into jjk so hard!! I already like bnha, so seeing you write for it only made me happier! I hope that you continue to write whatever make YOU happy:) ❤and yes, longer fics certainly doesnt mean it's better, quality over quantity

ahh i’m happy that you are here for all three!! i always feel so accomplished when someone is like ‘your constant screaming made me think about jjk <3′. all three of the fandoms are fairly popular and i tag everything v carefully so i hope people who do use the filtering find that useful!!!

Anonymous asked: Goodness gracious. People really be out there thinking they're entitled to dictating what kind of content you should be making

i think part of it might be that i do take requests so people feel like they have like . . . a certain right to certain kinds of my content? i take requests mostly bc they keep me motivated, i like making content for ppl who cant find what they want bc i’ve Been There, but maybe people think i am a pushover? idk i am just trying to have a good time!!!

Anonymous asked: Hi. I only started following you a few days ago but please ignore that rude anon. People are so fucking entitled towards writers it's insane. I recently had someone throw a fit for "spoiling" something in my fanfic, even though the fic was about a manga-exclusive character, so what did they expect?? Overall I've really enjoyed your writing so random assholes coming to guilt you is just a shitty thing that happens. Keep going with what you wanna do.

ah gosh anon i’m sorry about that :(. i’m always super careful tagging spoilers and stuff but like, if someone clicks on a fic about say, naoya or the steel ball run boys and is mad that i spoil something they havent found out yet . . . yeah thats on them fgbnkjgfkjn

Anonymous asked: That...that anon had the nerve to say "we". The fuck?! No no no anon, YOU'RE the only one talking and you're just talking for yourself, don't you dare try and lump us other anons/followers up with you to make yourself look like you're right. We love you nat and we appreciate you. It's your blog, you're allowed to write about whoever and whatever. This brain dead anon just needs to either go read someone else if they're that salty or write their own stuff if they're that impatient.

gosh i WISH some of my mad anons would just write their own stuff honestly. idk if this anon thought they were talking for everybody but i guess they expected anons to agree with them and not be mad at them. i appreciate u anon ;_;

Anonymous asked: Just want to say that ily and you’re one of the best jojo fanfic writers in my opinion 💗 I don’t think you’re half assing jojo fics and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you being multi fandom. A lot of jojo blogs have started posting about jjk so it’s not as if you’re the only one. I’m not sure why you get hate like this but I think it’s just because you’re one of the popular writers and that makes people bitter for whatever reason. Keep being you and posting about the things that make you happy 💕

honestly after so long writing for jojo - i’ve written well over 200 jojo reader insert fics - sometimes it feels like i’m retreading stuff, and that’s when i take a break bc i dont wanna half-ass stuff!!! i love all of my fellow jojo friends who are posting about jjk too, i appreciate them <3.

Anonymous asked: Hey my dude, ur writing has really grown since the jojo days and its better and awesome seeing u become happier to branch off and write in different fandoms 🤌🤌 those stupid anons are just boring farts that couldnt be bothered making their own content 😤😤 is it possible to block them to ease ur mind?

hello anon!! i run a statcounter for IPs but it doesnt always work for ppl who access through the tumblr app, i don’t think; a lot of the anon hate i get i just use the ‘block’ option, but last night got to me because i’ve been getting that kind of writer a lot which is . . . a bad look for the jojo fandom who are, as a whole from the ones i’ve interacted with, lovely!!! <3

Anonymous asked: People often forget, the person behind art or writing, is just another regular fan. You deserve to be happy with what you create and we should be thankful you share your talent with us. You also have right to change your main interests, and it's very normal thing. Jojo is one of the MANY things that you write for and all you get from that is a like or share. Its not your job. It's your fun thing to do, in spare time. You haven't betrayed anybody. That person was just rude, selfish and bored.

i am just a person doing my best!!! anime fanfic is one of many interests i have and i already devote a lot of time to it honestly, i love when people tell me they’ve enjoyed something i made bc it makes it feel worthwhile but equally it gets to me a lot when people are rude because i am usually trying my hardest.

Anonymous asked: Bro that jjba anon... the entitlement🤮 Fam, you write whatever you want to write😤 -Saturday

dfnjbkjnkgf i find most fic readers are NOT entitled at all and are just grateful but when they are . . . oof.

Anonymous asked: It's funny how people throw "we got you popular" and they think you start apologize and cry. Your writing and passion made you gain few numbers on a follow counter, nothing more. I think I'm too old for stuff like this, we are nothing more, but +1 on a number scale. You ow us nothing, we ow you nothing. Popular... Funny word. You just write for fun of it, fake scenarios about someone's manga characters. It's not that deep. Have fun and don't listen to people like this. I knew it's not that easy, but they are really not that important as they think they are.

extremely fun fact for people who think ‘popularity’ is important to me: i would 100% rather have 10 people who regularly comment, reblog my fics with tags and interact with me than 100 people who read my fic and either leave a like or simply move on. i think this is true for the VAST MAJORITY of writers tbh. i’m glad that people think i am a ‘popular’ blog (i am not in the grand scheme of things, one of my ex-best friends used to run a kpop reader insert blog with like 30,000 followers) bc it gives me an ego boost lmao, but i really just want people to read and enjoy the stuff i write!!!

Anonymous asked: I followed you a while ago for jojo and when my friends started getting into jjk i was like...eh sounds like work...but now that I see you writing for it I feel really motivated to get into it!!! I really enjoy your writing and I want to be able to read the new stuff too!

ah anon i really hope you like it!!! it’s only one season rn if u wanna watch the anime and there isn’t too much of the manga to catch up on either but it is a lot of fun and it’s nice to be in a fandom that’s like, excited about a new chapter and new plot developments every week!

Anonymous asked: Pls dont reply if u dont want to! <3 I'm not sure if this will be of any help to you or not but this is the kind of thing that often helps me and is the only way I know to try comfort others so I wanted to give it a go~

Now im not gonna say 'dont feel bad pls' bc I know that's not really useful but what I do think is useful is just discussing why that anon and many others feel the need to respond that way. As someone who follows a lot of writing blogs myself and have done for a long time, i've seen my handful of favourite writers come and go for different reasons, lose motivation for a while, gain motivation for a while, go from multi to single fandom, or single fandom to multi. Often times as a reader it can be upsetting when things change but it's also important as a reader to understand that some things aren't in anyone's control, I can't control what my favourite writers become a fan of or lose interest of, I can't control things in their personal lives that may motivate or demotivate them to write, but what I can do is support them as long as they're active, and if they move on to do things i'm no longer interested in or i'm the one that changed interests, rather than being upset that they're evolving to do other things or that they're not evolving with me, I think it's important that I still feel thankful for the works that I enjoyed while we were still on the same page and this is how I personally deal with those negative feelings. I think the anons that lash out at you probably just dont know what to do with themselves, maybe they got attached to your works while you were still only a jjba blog and now that you're evolving they're upset, while I understand how they feel, they're going the completely wrong way about it. I've learned to take these things and turn them into something positive for myself or at least something bittersweet that I can move on from but the anons that lash out at you for whatever reason probably haven't learned this yet. Maybe it's because i've moved on and changed interests a lot myself that I know how these things go for both writers and readers but those anons maybe haven't experienced this as much so they dont know what to do with themselves other than complain that you've changed and throw insults at you in an attempt to get you to revert back. None of this is because of the quality of your writing like they want you to believe, it's literally just because you've evolved and while some of your old followers might not like the new content for no reason other than it not being their cup of tea, it's definitely not regressed at all. You are pumping out a lot of content right now but every single thing i've read has just been better than the last. Things that really stand out to me is how well you get characterisation down to a T and all of your dialogue is just on point and from the pov of a reader I think those things seem the hardest to get right so I am such a huge fan of your stuff at the moment and I can tell you're really putting so much thought and care into each and every fic no matter how fast you're producing it, I think the fact that you're also proud of what you're writing at the moment really shines through as well and I just adore the passion that radiates from every completed request as well as in the responses for the subsequent thirsts resulting from these works that appear in your ask box later (I know i've sent quite a few by now~)

Just to be clear i'm not defending those anons in any way, while I can understand what they might be feeling/why they're reacting in the way they are I still believe it's just so immature to be hateful online point blank. Even during a time where I still got upset with writers if they started doing something else I still never targeted that negativity directly to the writer and sending rude or hateful comments whether on anon or not never something i'd stooped low enough to do even when I still had an immature way of thinking, however, I hope that it might make it a little easier to brush them off if we try and understand what they're really upset about, and that they're just putting the blame for their negative feelings onto the wrong thing rather than coming to terms with change themselves.

hello anon!! i appreciate the long message. i do feel bad for people who have no interest in what i’m currently producing and i get that they feel upset about it; i’ve watched a lot of fellow jojo writers move on completely or just stop posting, honestly. this kind of thing is why i was so intense about asking people if it would be better if i made a separate blog but the resounding answer seemed to be ‘i’m just vibing with whatever happens and i’ll block tags as needed’.

i often return to works by my favourite reader-insert writers who no longer write for the fandoms i like (and i read stuff bc it sounds interesting or i trust the person who writes it), but change can be difficult and i guess at this point i’ve - whether u like me or not lmao - been a fixture in jojo reader-insert tumblr for a While so it’s probably kind of jarring.

anyway i really appreciate you and the nice words! <3

Anonymous asked: hi nat! I just wanted to pop in and say that regardless of what fandom you write for, the love and care you pour into your writing and into interacting with followers who care about your work as well is really obvious. you're doing this for FREE and people should appreciate what you've given us so far, since ultimately this blog should be for you, whatever that means to you at any point in time. it's ok to jump fandoms! the important thing is that you feel good about what you're producing and that it makes you happy. everyone else is just a bonus - but, seeing you on my dash certainly makes me happy : ) I hope you feel better soon!

thank you anon! i’m feeling much better and happier today. birthdays are very difficult for me (i did not think i’d be alive at eighteen, much less 25!) so this event is definitely kind of a way for me to concentrate on something else, and i’m a little bit extra sensitive atm. i appreciate you so much, thank you for the kind words!!! <3

Anonymous asked: Hello! I just wanted to say, write what YOU want and make YOUR writings as long as you'd like. 💖 To the anon who is like "We mAdE yOu FaMoUs dOnt HalF asS iT" stfu, let people do what they wanna do. If you think they half do it, write something better and longer you asshat.

this is an open invitiation to that anon to send me a link to their writing blog and i’ll hype them up i promise <3

Anonymous asked: nat i'm so so sorry about that ask please know that your older followers don't share the same opinion :( sometimes people forget about the living, breathing person behind the screen smh. you are not a machine. you absolutely should not restrict yourself to posting about one fandom forever. yes, we're first pulled in by your amazing content, but we stay for your wonderful personality and work ethic. please just keep being you, taking up projects you feel comfy with! <333 bless u

ahh thank u anon! unfortunately i actually am a writing robot, i’m sorry u had to find out this way. my jojo chip has been removed, please send it back so i can continue to not half-ass my jojo work. fgnjkbgjkfn thank you so much angel!!! i appreciate you ;_;.

Anonymous asked: i don’t think it’s fair for other people to say shit about what you choose to write about because on tumblr and other writing platforms, writers are constantly developing how they write and the fandoms that they write for. it’s not fair for someone to criticize that “you don’t care about jjba blah blah blah” because you can enjoy new shows/manga. and like you said you’ve grown so much!! proud of you nat and im glad that ive been able to read your works (sincerely other nat)

i am STILL waiting for you to come and fight me other nat fgnjkbnf. it’s nice to be enjoying different things! i am constantly learning new things and reading new works and making new friends and improving and i think that’s important. i do care about jjba - a lot! but i can care about other things too! <3

Anonymous asked: I may not be one of your oldest followers, but i've been here for almost 3 years. Yes, i started following u for ur jojo content, but let me tell u, ur newfound motivation and enthusiam for other fandoms was honestly contagiuos for me. And i say this as a person who finds very difficult to move from one interest to another. Jojo is great, but so are other fandoms. Please don't let some faceless scum rob u that motivation. This is ur blog and u r always free to write whatever u want.

honestly, i have been there! i am autistic and i have special interests and watching other people move on to stuff i’m not vibing with has made me sad in the past, but i want people to be happy more than anything and sometimes that means new things and change! <3

Anonymous asked: Hi Nat! I saw that rude anon message & I just wanted to pop in & say that they're wrong. You're not betraying anyone & you should write whatever it is you want to write. I followed you for jojo & I'm not familiar with the other fandoms that you write for, but personally it makes me SO happy to see you enjoying new things! It's always good to find joy wherever you can, so keep writing what you're interested in. There a lot of ppl who want to see you happy and healthy <3

honestly the idea of it being a GRAND BETRAYAL is so funny, i am just writing anime fanfic here and thriving!!! tysm anon! <3

Anonymous asked: Those anons can piss off! They have no right to judge how long or how short your writing is. If they want longer content write it their damn selves. I think your writing has improved wonderfully and I originally followed for Jojo and I'm enjoying all the content period. I don't even watch jujutsu ( not my cup of tea personally) but I love seeing the creativity and the interactions. You write what makes you happy Nat and that's on that! You don't owe anybody anything! I know how hard writing is and when your consuming new content it's hard to make content for something else. That doesn't mean you don't like it any more your just doing something different for a while. Love you and your content and I'm enjoying the love your putting into your content whether long or short. ♥♥💕 Sending love your way!

honestly my idea of ‘short content’ is still over 1k words, i’m not good at reeling myself in! i guess it’s bc they see like, 1.5k jojo fic versus 5k jjk fic but it’s not that i didn’t enjoy the first fic, just that the point and the story came a lot quicker and so did the natural end! thank you anon, i appreciate you ;_;

Anonymous asked: Hello! Just wanted to let your know that I think your writing is awesome, and that you should write for whoever and for whatever you want to! You dont have to stay loyal to one fandom or anything, and your followers shouldn't expect that from you! It's not like they are paying you to write, you are doing this for free, and because you enjoy it and it makes you happy! If they dont like your stuff, they dont have to follow you, they can go to other blogs that cater to their taste, and they definitely don't need to be sending you such hurtful comments, and they dont get to make you feel sad about your writing! Just because they followed you during your earlier stages of writing, doesn't mean you owe them some type of loyalty or compensation! You can write literally whatever you want as long as it makes you happy! That's what your hobby and your blog are for! I hope you know that alot of your followers love your work and think that you are an amazing writer and are down to support the work that makes you happiest! 💖💖

ahh thank you so much anon!!! i am always so bowled over by how many people are nice to me when something like this happens, i am sending you my love <3

Anonymous asked: don’t listen to them!! we love you as a writer no matter what you write, because you’re a good person and a talented writer!! you shouldn’t have to change what you write to please a bitter person, and if they only want jjba, they can go to another blog instead of bringing you down. you’re doing amazing and they should be thankful you grace us with your talents!!

to be totally honest, if i was half-assing or not vibing with content i was making i just. wouldn’t post it. like you’d be able to TELL when i was half-assing stuff just to get words out (source: i have re-read my own nanowrimo works). there are lots of great jjba blogs who could do with more followers n interaction!!! i hope they do find them and i hope they’re nice to them :(.

Anonymous asked: Please don’t pay attention to that anon. People only have that confidence when they have anon turned on. Them looking through your blog despite feeling that way is peak fan behavior and speaks to how addicting your writing is. Naturally, you can’t please everyone and there will be people who are irrational and feel entitled to tell you what to do or what to write no matter what. Trust me when I say they’re a small minority and are more likely probably passing viewers rather than regulars. I check your blog about three or more times a day because I love reading not just your fics but also your takes, banter with other anons, or even random updates. Brainrot posts? LOVE TO SEE IT!!! Desk update? AMAZING!!! With that being said, don’t feel pressured to continue pushing out content for others. Write what makes you happy! You’ve been writing for JJBA for 4 years and it’s completely normal + healthy to get into new media. I’m not sure if it would mean much, but your love for JJK has gotten me excited to start it too!!

anon i really hope you enjoy it!!! sometimes these anons remember stuff i’ve posted and said better than i do tbh, i am living in their heads rent free i guess!

Anonymous asked: I've been following you for a couple of years and honestly it would always be a joy to see when you posted. Your writing has improved and I'm very happy you're enjoying yourself ! I know it hurts hearing and seeing stuff like that but I'm happy you're here. I'm honestly blessed everytime you post. Your writing is phenomenal. I love reading it even if its characters that I dont care for. You capture their essences so well and weave an amazing tale within the prompts and whatnot. You're amazing nat!

wehh thank you so much!!! re: the improvement, i really don’t feel like it has and then i re-read something i wrote when i first started and i’m like oh my god maybe it has. did i really write about jotaro acting like that.

Anonymous asked: Hi Nat. I recently became a follower of yours and I'm really saddened to see you get hate. You seem like a genuinely sweet person with amazing talent! I'm a writer myself and, unfortunately, get the same kind of comments. And when you get those comments, it doesn't leave you feeling motivated. People need to understand that people can and will, at times, grow out of fandoms. (1 Not just that but you're doing all of this for free. Again, I'm sorry you got such a comment. But please know that I'm proud of how far you've come. I'm proud that you're living a life that makes you happy. And no matter what fandom you may find yourself in next, I will always enjoy your writing. Take care of yourself. (2 end

HELLO NEW FOLLOWER I LOVE YOU (i get a lot more a day now than i used to and i feel guilty about not being able to look through so many blogs but i do try and follow back other writers for my fandoms!! ;_;). i’m sorry you get the same kind of comments! i’m always just happy to see people i like enjoying new things, even if i have no interest in it (hello to all of my mutuals who write for hunter x hunter and haikyuu, not interested but i’m sure you’re having a great time and i support you!!!).

Anonymous asked: I'm sure you're getting a barrage of supportive messages now (at least I hope so) but I figured I'd add my voice, because I'm a longtime follower. Your writing is, and always has been, wonderful. I've been so happy to see you and Haz get to a place that works for you both. Idk if it's obvious for everyone, but you seem like you're emotionally in a pretty good place most of the time these days, and it makes me really happy to see that. I followed years ago for JJBA content, but I stayed because regardless of what content you put out, I find your wit delightful. And I'll stick around even if you move fandoms entirely, because whatever content or editorializing you produce is going to be worth reading, regardless of what it's for.

ahh, anon!! thank you for sticking around so long, sorry if you’re old enough to have been around the vore and jorts and spider rohan fiascos! <3 i am definitely a lot more stable than i have been and - barring the Pandemic Related Mental Health Issues - happier! i’m glad that it’s noticeable! <3

Anonymous asked: It actually makes me mad how entitled some people are. Nat, you're not a content creating machine and those who expect you to be are not worth wasting a thought on. Your love for something is not measured in word counts and for you to write every day without getting burned out in the slightest you really must have a burning passion and huge dedication to your craft. If others decide to send hate then allow me to send admiration because I can feel your love and hard work in each post you make!

i try and write every day bc it’s super good for my little ocd/autistic brain to have routines and distract itself, so i’m glad other people can enjoy them because that makes me motivated to carry on! like, i write for myself mostly bc the content i want i sometimes get find, but filling requests and writing for other people also leaves me with happy warm fuzzies too! i appreciate you!! <3

Anonymous asked: If people only care about your writing for the jojo porn that’s on THEM, not you. Your writing was amazing when I followed about a year ago, and it’s only gotten better and will continue to get better! I think it really comes through when you enjoy what you’re writing and it adds a whole other layer of worth to it, because not only are you making free content but you LIKE that content and we can all gush about it together!!! More than just fans, I think you’ve created a community here and we don’t just stick around to read smut, I promise you that. -Reronon

i do miss having a discord community bc it was nice to talk to everyone in real time but it was hard work, i am glad that people feel like they can just come into my askbox and gush! i’m not very friendly in real life and people tend to think i am cold and stuck up so i work very hard to try and seem friendly and approachable online, which is much easier for me because i get to think and re-draft before i type! <3

Anonymous asked: Hi Nat! I’m sure you’re getting a lot of messages like this right now but I just wanted to say for what it’s worth that, as a person who originally followed you for jjba content and hasn’t watched/read any of the other series you’re currently writing for, I’m honestly still along for the ride. This is your blog and you’re allowed to do what you want with it and put out what content you feel like writing. Sometimes??? People acquire new interests??????? Shocking! I know absolutely nothing about jjk or bnha but out of curiosity still read some of your posts about them and even though I might not Get It, I still enjoy them because I think you’re a very talented writer! Honestly, as long as you’re still writing, I’m still down to clown, and whenever you take breaks (which are important!) I’ll still be waiting for your return or supporting and respecting your decision to stay away longer. Don’t let the entitled assholes get you down. Utilize YOUR blog and YOUR space however YOU choose. Your talent and kindness speak for themselves. Love you!!! ❤️❤️❤️

anon i care about you and i am so appreciative of you and everyone for sending me such nice messages! i am running out of ways to say it but it’s true, it really does mean a lot to me ;_; <3

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hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall · 5 years ago

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Teenage Fantasy

Pairing: Henry Cavill x F!Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, NSFW guys! Henry Cavill being a flirt

Summary: Your day couldn’t get any worse. Your plane was late, baggage lost, your phone dead and you get lost. But thankfully a hot stranger decides to help you out and make the night of this awful day a little bit better.

A/N: I am slowly coming back from my writer’s block so please be patient with me. @idjitmonkey I thought you make like it :) Comments and reblogs always welcomed. Please do not use my work without my concent!

I got lost in who wanted to be tagged in what, so please send me a message or an ask and I’ll make a list <3

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Lost, in every sense of the word, you exhaled heavily and stared down at your phone, cursing its fading battery with the last of your patience. Somehow, you’d managed to lose your way entirely in this sprawling maze of London’s side streets, unsure if the problem was your sense of direction or if the universe itself had conspired against you today.

The day had spiraled into a comedy of errors from the start. First, your plane arrived late; then, your luggage was misplaced—thankfully retrieved but not without a healthy dose of panic—and now, you were lost with a dying phone. Perfect. All you craved was the comfort of a warm bed, some wings or onion rings, and maybe even a cold beer to unwind.

But, as luck would have it, the usually bustling streets were empty, an oddity for London. It felt surreal, a scene out of a strange dream. You glanced around, hoping to spot someone—anyone—to ask for directions. The city lights flickered coldly through the mist, and your breath made soft clouds in the chill night air. But no, there was no one. Not a soul in sight.

“Oh, and let’s not forget,” you muttered darkly to yourself, “that my phone is now completely dead. Brilliant.” The universe must really hate you.

You scanned your options. Either you could keep walking in blind hope of stumbling upon a bar or shop where someone might help, or you could double back, tracing your steps like some lost traveler in a fairy tale. Neither option seemed appealing.

“You look lost!” A low voice cut through the silence behind you, sending a jolt up your spine. Startled, you dropped your backpack and spun around, eyes wide. A stranger stood a few feet away, holding up his hands as if to say, "Easy there." He chuckled and, with a friendly nod, picked up your backpack from the snowy sidewalk, brushing off a bit of frost. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Just noticed you looking at your dead phone for quite a while and thought you could use some help.”

Relief washed over you, even as embarrassment tinted your cheeks. “Yeah, my battery died just as I realized I had no idea where I was,” you confessed, scratching the back of your head and feeling thoroughly defeated. You handed him the crumpled piece of paper with your hotel address, and he glanced at it, nodding.

“Ah, classic London move.” He chuckled, gesturing to the quiet street around you. “Have you tried asking for directions?”

You threw him a withering look, then gestured dramatically to the empty street around you. “Oh, why didn’t I think of that sooner?” you said, turning in a slow circle. “I’m not an idiot, you know! Just... a little... lost.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, and then shrugged with an awkward grin, biting his lip in a way that softened the sharp lines of his face. “Okay, okay, fair point. Sorry, that was a dumb question.” His tone was warm, disarming even, and for the first time all day, you felt a spark of genuine kindness.

You took a deep breath, calming yourself. “No, no, I’m the one who’s sorry. It’s been a rough day, and you’re out here, trying to help a complete stranger who’s acting like a brat.”

He shook his head, still smiling. “No worries, really. How about this: let’s grab a drink, and I’ll call you a cab to your hotel afterward?”

For a moment, you hesitated. The offer sounded like a dream, but he was still a stranger. On the other hand, you really needed that drink—a beer or two, maybe even five.

“Promise me you’re not a serial killer or something?” you asked, your tone half-serious. There was a beat of silence before he burst out laughing, the sound booming in the empty street, warm and infectious.

“Promise,” he said, eyes twinkling with mischief. “I just bought this coat, and bloodstains are murder to clean.”

That did it; you laughed too, nerves melting away as he sent you a playful wink and started leading the way down the street.

“Good to know,” you replied with a smirk. “I could probably tell you a trick for that, but... I’ll save it for when we’re in a crowded place.”

He laughed again, his steps sure as he guided you. And as you followed him into the misty night, you couldn’t help but notice his easy confidence, his casual humor—and, well, the fact that he was incredibly handsome didn’t hurt. London hadn’t been kind to you today, but maybe—just maybe—it was saving the best for last.

***

“Oh my gosh, he’s adorable!” you squealed, eyes glued to the screen of Henry’s phone. The pub he’d led you to was, ironically, just around the corner, and you’d slipped inside with relief, eager to charge your phone and settle in. Henry—now that he had a name—had taken the opportunity to buy you a drink, and after the first round, you’d ordered some onion rings that were already on their second bowl.

Somewhere between the frosty walk and the cozy warmth of the pub, the conversation had drifted to dogs. You confessed your dream of adopting one, and he’d shared stories of his best friend, Kal, showing you photos and videos with a pride that bordered on parental. In every picture, you could see the bond they shared, and you found yourself smiling as you scrolled through the gallery, Henry watching your reactions with a soft grin.

“He’s the best dog ever,” he said, eyes warm as you laughed at a video of Kal practically dancing at the sight of his leash.

“I’ll bet he is!” you agreed, handing his phone back when you noticed some personal photos without Kal. You wanted to respect his privacy, even as curiosity tugged at the edge of your mind. “I hope if I ever move, I’ll finally get the chance to have a dog like that. My landlord’s, well…” you sighed, taking a sip of your beer.

“A total dick?” Henry quipped, smirking, and you chuckled, nodding. “So, what brings you to London?” he asked, a genuine interest brightening his eyes.

“Job interview, actually. I got an offer to teach as a lecturer on World War II at the university here.”

His eyebrows rose. “Impressive. You don’t look old enough to be a professor,” he teased, his smirk deepening.

“Oh, so now you’re throwing compliments into the mix?” you countered, narrowing your eyes with a playful grin. He shrugged, grinning as he finished his Guinness, and gestured toward your nearly empty glass. You nodded, feeling that thrill of spontaneity. The interview wasn’t until 4 PM tomorrow, after all, and who was to say you couldn’t flirt a little with an attractive stranger who had a brain, a sense of humor, and a way of making you laugh?

“Thanks,” you murmured as the waiter brought another beer. You watched Henry’s gaze drift toward the nearly empty bowl of onion rings with a kind of wistful yearning.

“My trainer will kill me if I order another round of these,” he sighed, though his eyes betrayed a craving for more. You grinned, waving down the waiter to bring another.

“If you hear of any sudden tragedies at the local gym, just know they were entirely your fault,” he joked, shaking his head with mock disapproval.

“Life’s too short to say no to good beer and onion rings,” you declared, taking a sip as his eyes flickered with amusement.

“You’re one of a kind,” he said softly, and the sound of your name from his lips sent a thrill down your spine. The good, dangerous kind of thrill—the kind you shouldn’t be feeling for someone you met a couple of hours ago.

“Oh? Missing the insult this time?” You raised an eyebrow, feigning disappointment, which only made him laugh. “But tell me, Henry…” You leaned in, lowering your voice to match the intimacy of his tone. “Why am I one of a kind?”

He tilted his head thoughtfully, as if assessing you anew. “Most women I meet are so focused on keeping a perfect figure that they wouldn’t touch a second bowl of onion rings. Here you are, though, on your third.” He leaned in, his tone teasing but appreciative. “If you tell me you watch soccer, I might just have to marry you.”

You grinned, ready to play along. “Better get that ring, then, because I do enjoy some football in my life.” His eyes rolled in amusement at your playful correction from “soccer” to “football.” “Although…” You feigned a thoughtful expression, glancing sideways at him. “Did you just call me fat?”

The shock that washed over his face was priceless; he looked like a fish out of water, and you managed to keep a straight face for all of ten seconds before doubling over in laughter.

“You had me worried there!” he exclaimed, breaking into a laugh himself.

“Oh, that was worth it,” you replied, laying a hand on his thigh with a confidence that surprised even you. His gaze followed your touch, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he looked back up, eyes darkening with interest. “Relax,” you said, stifling a grin. “I know I’m not a supermodel. But life’s too short to miss out on good food and even better company.”

He was watching you closely now, and in a low, almost reverent tone, he whispered, “You’re perfect. Really one of a kind.”

Your usual, cautious self might have pulled away. But tonight had been long, and Henry’s presence had shifted the night into something entirely unexpected. It had been a miserable day—until now. Every girl needs a good night once in a while, and something about this man told you he knew exactly how to make that happen.

“I think,” you murmured, leaning back with a coy smile, “I’d like some whiskey.”

Henry’s eyes flashed with delight as he moved just a little closer, close enough to make your heart skip. “I’ve got just the thing back at my place,” he murmured, his voice a deep, quiet invitation that you had no intention of refusing. He straightened with a soft sigh of satisfaction, whispering, “Absolutely perfect,” as if to himself.

You unplugged your phone, slipping it into your bag as he watched, his gaze thoughtful and intense.

He called your name softly, his voice gentle but uncertain, “if I’ve completely misread—”

“We should pay, don’t you think?” You flashed him a wink, enjoying the flicker of surprise that lit up his face. He let out a long, slow breath, his relief apparent.

“In that case,” he grinned, standing up and shaking his head with mock indignation, “there’s no way I’m letting you pay a single penny.”

You reached up to give him a quick peck, a gesture of thanks that made him freeze momentarily, his breath hitching. When you stepped back, he murmured a quiet “fuck” under his breath, a crooked smile spreading across his face.

There was no longer any trace of your earlier frustration, no bitterness from the day’s disasters. All that remained was a quiet thrill, a heart-pounding anticipation as you slipped your coat on, your laughter mingling with his as you prepared to step out into the night.

***

You stood in the middle of his living room, gazing around his "flat," as he modestly called it. It was enormous. Just this living room alone was nearly the size of your entire last apartment, and the thought made you swallow hard. As you were about to comment on the place, a sudden scratching sound caught your attention. You turned to investigate, only to be tackled by a ball of fur that sent you sprawling onto the floor.

Laughter erupted from you as a warm, wet tongue made its way all over your face.

“Kal, get off!” you heard Henry’s voice, and when you opened your eyes, he was standing over you, holding the dog by its collar. “I’m so sorry. I forgot to close his door before you came in… Are you okay?” He reached out to help you up, but you only shook your head and knelt in front of the dog, still laughing.

“Are you kidding? This is the best welcome I’ve ever had!” You beamed at Kal, who was looking up at you with a happy expression. “Aren’t you just the cutest? Yes, you are!” You didn’t care if you sounded ridiculous. Dogs were amazing, and if someone didn’t get that, they didn’t need to be in your life.

“Here,” Henry said, offering you a glass of Scotch as you stood up, smiling quietly as you took it. “Not many girls give him that much attention.” He gave you a knowing smile, his gaze lingering on your lips. You raised an eyebrow and stepped a little closer, pushing aside any notion of personal space.

“Oh, is someone jealous?” Your free hand landed on his chest, admiring the hard lines of his torso. Was this man perfect?

“And what if I am?” His husky voice made your thighs clench involuntarily. His darkened eyes held yours as your hand began to drift downward, stopping at his belt. Without a word, you brushed lower, your fingers reaching exactly where you hoped they would. He exhaled a quiet groan, finishing his drink in one gulp as he closed his eyes, savoring your touch. You quickly downed your own Scotch, handing him the empty glass before sinking to your knees, undoing his belt and jeans.

He raised an eyebrow in surprise but didn’t stop you, his gaze darkening as you tugged down his boxers, releasing him.He was already hardening, and you couldn’t help but admire him, taking in the sight with a small, satisfied smile. He was impressive, thick, and his skin warm under your touch. Slowly, you let your tongue glide along his length, starting at the base and moving upward in a deliberate, lingering stroke, savoring the taste of him. His fingers tangled in your hair as a quiet curse escaped his lips, his body tense under your touch.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed, voice strained as you took him into your mouth, inch by inch, adjusting to his size. You began to move, creating a steady rhythm, hollowing your cheeks as you worked him slowly, thoroughly, your tongue swirling around him. His breathing grew heavier, punctuated by deep groans, and you could feel him throbbing against your tongue.You closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the moment, the sounds of his quiet gasps and groans, the way his hands tightened in your hair as you took him deeper. You could taste the salty hint of his arousal as you teased him, flicking your tongue over his sensitive tip.

“Sweetheart, you’re driving me insane,” he rasped, his fingers urging you forward, but then he pulled back suddenly, his chest heaving as he looked down at you with a smirk, flushed and breathless.“Damn, if you keep that up, this will end way too soon,” he murmured, voice rough with desire. He helped you to your feet, pulling you close and meeting your lips with a fiery, passionate kiss.

He pulled you close, his breathing still unsteady as he murmured, “You’re… incredible.” There was a rasp to his voice that made a thrill run down your spine. “God, I haven’t felt this good in ages.”

Before you could react, he swept you up into his arms, tossing you effortlessly over his shoulder with a mischievous grin. You let out a surprised laugh as he carried you through the hall, his hand resting possessively on the back of your thigh. When he reached his bedroom, he laid you down on the bed, lowering himself over you, his face close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath.

“Now, sweetheart,” he whispered, his gaze dark with intent, “let me make you forget about your day.”

Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a chest carved with hard, tempting lines. His muscles flexed under smooth, tanned skin, and a light dusting of chest hair made your pulse quicken. You hadn’t expected to be this captivated by every detail of him.

“See something you like?” His smirk was lazy, knowing, as he braced himself on his arms, caging you in beneath him. For the first time, you noticed a warm brown fleck in his deep blue eyes, adding to their intensity.

“Actually,” you replied, your cheeks flushing, “you’ve got this adorable brown patch in your left eye.”

He stilled, one eyebrow lifting in surprise, before he chuckled. “Adorable, huh? No one’s ever called it that.”

You felt your cheeks redden even more, but you managed to shrug with a teasing grin. “Well, I like being the first.”

A spark flickered in his eyes, and suddenly, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his laughter a warm rumble against your skin. You joined in, the sound of your laughter mixing with his, filling the room with an intimacy you hadn’t expected. You’d never felt so at ease, so completely yourself with anyone before.

“Thank God I decided to take that walk tonight,” he murmured, his lips finding a sensitive spot on your neck, sending a shiver through you. His kisses were warm and deliberate, and when he grazed your skin with his teeth, a gasp slipped from your lips.

“You’re one of a kind,” you whispered, and he responded by nipping the skin below your ear, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he noticed the way you trembled.

“Oh, you’ll pay for that,” you teased, your eyes gleaming.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t even want to imagine what the media would say if they saw a hickey on me.”

Your brow furrowed, and you looked up at him, genuinely confused. “What do you mean?”

He looked at you, bemusement flickering across his face. “Wait—you really don’t know who I am?”

Panic momentarily gripped you. “Please tell me you’re not some politician…” The idea made you laugh nervously, only for him to burst into a deep, hearty laugh, his whole body shaking with amusement.

When he could finally breathe again, he shook his head, wiping a tear from his eye. “My fault for not introducing myself,” he said with a grin, reaching out his hand. “Henry Cavill.”

The name took a second to sink in, and then your eyes widened in disbelief. “Oh, shit! You’re the Witcher!”

The surprise on his face was genuine—clearly, he’d expected “Superman” to be the reveal.

“Oh, this is too perfect,” you laughed, pulling him close and kissing him fiercely. “Guess I’m about to make my teenage fantasy come true.” You guided him down onto the bed, straddling his hips, a satisfied smile crossing your face as you felt his hardness beneath you.

"Your teenage fantasy?" His large hands grasp your hips possessively, his eyes smoldering with desire as he looks up at you. You take a shuddering breath as his hands move up your thighs, igniting a fire within you. In a trance-like state, you stand and slowly peel off your clothes, revealing your body to him like a sacrificial offering. He sits back and gazes up at you, his Adonis-like figure making you weak in the knees.

His large hands gripped your hips possessively, sending shivers of anticipation through your body. Without hesitation, you stood up and began to undress in front of him, your eyes locking onto his as you revealed more and more skin. Straddling him, you captured his lips eagerly, feeling the power and strength of the Adonis beneath you.

"I was a geeky kid," you admitted between kisses, "always lost in books, especially fantasies." Your voice trailed off as he started to nibble on your neck, causing you to moan with pleasure. "My grandma gave me Sapkowski's books once and let's just say...a 16-year-old boy alone with a book about a brooding, sword-wielding hero...well, it definitely led to some fantasies." You couldn't help but nip at his chest, relishing in the way he groaned and shifted beneath you.

"Tell me you didn't actually get laid because of The Witcher," he chuckled, looking up at you with a seductive smirk. You returned the look, trailing your tongue down his abdomen until you reached his throbbing cock.

"Oh no," you grinned wickedly, "not directly from the book itself...but my teenage brain certainly created some steamy scenarios." He shook his head in amusement before suddenly flipping you over so that he towered over you once again. The blue in his eyes had disappeared now, replaced by pure desire. Oh God, this was going to be intense.

"You're such a tease," he growled against your skin as he nipped at your sensitive nipple. Your body trembled with anticipation as he pushed a single finger inside your slick, wet pussy. A gasp escaped your lips and you could feel yourself clenching around his digit. "Fuck, you're tight," he growled, adding another finger and twisting them in a way that hit just the right spot. Your moans grew louder and more desperate as he continued to pleasure you, promising to fuck you into oblivion tonight. And as his skilled fingers worked their magic, you screamed his name in ecstasy, feeling like you were seeing stars.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice dripping with desire. "I'll be your new fantasy." You begged him not to stop, your body writhing with pleasure until finally, the knot inside of you broke and you reached an explosive climax unlike any before.

"If that's what you can do with just your fingers, I can only imagine how good it will be when we're finally together," you breathed heavily as he kissed you softly on the lips. Your hands and legs wrapped tightly around him, pulling him closer as you desperately wanted to feel him inside of you.

"Condom?" His voice was low and raspy, matching your own. You couldn't believe how easily he had brought you to this state with just his fingers. How could any other man compare? But now was not the time for those thoughts. "Give me that," you demanded, taking the foil from him and opening it with your teeth. Straddling him between your thighs, you smirked up at him before smoothly sliding the condom onto his hard cock.

"Fuck!" He groaned when your mouth left his member. "You’re really fucky hot!" You chuckled and slowly lowered yourself onto him, feeling every inch of him filling you up.

"Can I ride you, Henry?" Your words caused his cock to twitch and you couldn't help but giggle at his reaction.

"You little minx," he joked, before thrusting into you with one swift motion. You cried out and fell onto his chest, trying to muffle the sound of your pleasure. "Fuck, baby, you're so tight," he said with a hint of fear in his voice. "Please tell me..."

"Relax," you laughed breathlessly and kissed him softly. "It's just been a while... two years, to be precise."

"I'm sorry." He whispered against your skin, kissing your shoulders gently as if making up for any discomfort he may have caused. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll go slow." But you shook your head and moved up only to lay back down, showing him that you were ready for him to continue their passionate night.

"I'm not a fragile doll, Henry. I won't break under your weight. You may be bigger than anyone else I've been with, but I can handle it." A wicked grin spreads across your face as he looks down at you, entranced by the beauty and confidence emanating from you. "After all, you did promise to fuck me brainless." With that, he thrusts into you with such force that it knocks the breath out of you. The pain is temporary, quickly replaced by waves of pleasure crashing over you.

"Get on your knees. I want to see that perfect ass while I fuck you," he commands, his tone sending shivers down your spine. You eagerly comply, savoring every second of his domination over you. He wastes no time in impaling you again, his grip bruising your hips as he pounds into you with an animalistic ferocity. But none of it matters as long as he continues to bring you closer and closer to the edge.

"Yes, baby, come for me. Squeeze my dick!" He groans out in approval as your walls clench around him for the second time tonight. Your body trembles and shakes with each powerful release, completely surrendering to him.

"One more, baby. Give me one more," he pleads, his words pushing you over the edge once again. You can feel yourself squirting and moaning uncontrollably, lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy and pleasure.

"F*ck!" He curses as he empties himself inside the condom before slowly pulling out of you. You collapse onto the pillows, too spent to move or speak. But when he returns with a wet towel and gently cleans up the evidence of your passion, you can't help but smile at his tenderness amidst all his roughness.

"I don't think I've ever made a woman squirt like that before," he admits with a hint of pride in his voice. The thought only intensifies the warm and fuzzy feeling in your chest.

"I really, really like being your first," you whisper, snuggling into his chest as he invites you to rest on top of him. The steady rhythm of his beating heart lulls you into a peaceful slumber, completely content in this moment with him.

***

You glanced at your vibrating phone and couldn’t help but smile. When you’d woken up that morning, Henry was still asleep. Knowing it was just a one-night stand, you decided to slip out early to avoid any awkwardness. Still, you’d felt compelled to leave a note, letting him know how much you’d enjoyed the night and reassuring him that the media would never find out. You left him your number, just in case he wanted to call. You’d written that you didn’t expect anything, but you’d be open to seeing him again.

You really hadn’t expected anything, so his little text made your day even brighter.

“How was the interview?” - H.C.

“I’ll be staying in London a bit longer,” you replied, happy both for the text and the news about your next job.

“I know some good places to eat if you’re not too tired.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn’t help but smile at the idea of spending more time with him.

“How about we order pizza and watch Netflix at yours?”

“Netflix and chill? Yeah, I’m in. See you soon, baby!”

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