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October Sun

summary: Wally had sequestered himself away to go through the notes you'd sweetly written for him, but, alas, there hadn't been such thing as complete privacy for the ghosts of Split River High since they'd died. Still, that time, the interruption hadn't been without it's benefits.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence.

thank you for your patience, guys! 🫶

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.14

Wally sat behind the teacher's desk in an empty classroom, the folder of notes you'd written for him open in his lap, and a cup of lukewarm black coffee at his elbow. The papers he'd read through were fanned across the desk in no particular order, a compilation of documents substantiating what a fucking trainwreck of a ghost he was.

In Betweens were vision-blurring enough: Liminal spaces between denser dimensions that had something to do with a soul's chemistry and energy and other terminology Wally had difficulty making sense of. People who shared particular traits or ancestry swam the same interdimensional streams. For example, you'd written, you could see and interact with your great-aunt and other members on your family tree, but those from other soul families, who moved in their own circles, entered different In Betweens and, Christ Almighty, what did it even mean to have a soul anymore?

Ghosts could enter those spaces at will. Didn't matter who they did or didn't share a connection to. They could gather around the same water cooler and talk about the weather in whatever In Between they chose due to a lack of Tether (aka: a body—the thing that kept you bound to the living world).

And then there was a whole page on time which clarified why it'd felt as though only twenty minutes had passed in the theater last night instead of the hours it'd actually been.

Wally learned time moved in stops and starts outside of the living world. Why had it never occurred to him that the length of his nights and days depended on what he did to occupy himself?

"How do we not know any of this?" He muttered, pressing his fingertips into his sockets to massage his sore eyes.

He and the others were officially the worst ghosts in the history of stuck-around spirits—which, oh yeah, was another Thing: Ghosts had options, they could move along (i.e. cross over, and wasn't that a formidable concept) or they could, as the turn of phrase suggested, stick around. Fun fact: it was supposed to be a choice.

Ghost were supposed to, on a whim, sayonara out of the metaphysical world and hop, skip, jump onto the next level of deadness. Another plain set even further apart from the living world that those with a Tether couldn't access and those who stuck around couldn't perceive.

Your notes didn't specify where ghosts crossed over to, but you'd scribbled a whole section on how that plain of existence was weirdly more interactive with the living, even toward those who weren't born into magic-inclined bloodlines.

'It's a bit of a one-way street,' You'd scripted, 'Think of it like memories that become perfectly timed gusts of wind or a loved one's favorite song suddenly coming on the radio or randomly finding something you lost right as you think of them...'

In conclusion, the living could invoke the crossed-over and the crossed-over could reach out to reassure the living. Everything was connected. Worlds existed above, below, beside, within other worlds. Manifestation, and karma, and yin and yang had meaning. These are the droids you're looking for. And Wally was a few inches closer to understanding how he fit into the grand scheme of things. Yippee.

He couldn't help but ponder Janet who'd triumphantly moved on the week before. Of all of them, Wally had been surprised she'd been the first to cross over. Not to say she hadn't deserved to, but she hadn't exactly been a pillar of inspiration within the Afterlife Support Group. Kept herself to herself, quiet to the degree that Rhonda had suspected Janet hadn't been socialized as a child.

The few facts she'd shared had been less about herself and more about her pageant of siblings or her gal pal, Virginia J (as opposed to Virginia P, whose name had made Janet's jaw tick).

Apart from Mr. Martin, Janet had been the longest standing ghost in their haunt. Yet, even after years under Mr. Martin's gentle parenting, it'd taken until last Friday for Janet to finally go into the light.

Wally winced against the first throb of a headache building behind his eyes. An impression more than true pain; like muscle memory, his materialized soul remembering what to do when he overloaded his brain with information.

Maybe it'd taken so long because, unlike the ghosts you'd written about—the ones who could level up whenever they wanted—Wally and the others were trapped. Something chaining them to Split River High's metaphysical structure.

Were curses real?

Wally shuffled through the papers he had yet to go through, scanning quickly to find words that would support the idea. If ghosts were real, and astral projection, and glowing eyes and cosmic connections and In Betweens, surely curses weren't unreasonable.

"What're you doing?" A slightly accented voice cut the silence, jolting Wally back into the present.

"Ah!" Wally dropped the papers into his lap and, without thinking it through, folded over the spread on the desk, arms wide, upper body hiding very little except what was directly beneath him. "Nothing!"

Ajay raised an eyebrow. Not saying a word, he reached out and extracted a single piece of paper, thumb and forefinger lifting it by the corner as if it was contaminated.

Immediately, Wally grabbed it out of Ajay's grasp, sweeping it and the other papers into a messy pile that he then shoved into the folder. Before Ajay could ask what the very hell, Wally opened the bottom desk drawer, dropped the folder in and then kicked the drawer closed with a bang.

Ajay didn't falter, impassive, expression transmitting how ridiculous he found the situation.

"So," He began, perching himself on the corner of the desk. A grin spread across his mouth, turned sharp and wicked as he leveled Wally with a look that said, I know everything. Which apparently, Ajay did. "She finally gave you some answers, huh?"

Time screeched to a halt, brakes on a bullet train, and Wally scrambled to get his brain back online before he spontaneously combusted because, ever so sorry, but what the utmost fuck?

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Wally attempted, but, again, he was a miserable liar. His frown was too deep, his shoulders too high, his lips clamped shut the way they did when he feigned ignorance.

"Girlie with the third eye?" Ajay said, rolling a hand, then he chuckled, "Don't worry, man, we know about her."

Wally dropped the Z-List worthy act as the rug pulled out from under him. "She told you?"

"No, no, no, nothing like that." Ajay replied. "She's just really bad at hiding it."

"She is?" Wally wasn't so sure. Recent events notwithstanding, he'd tried and failed your sophomore year to out you. You'd put on an incredibly convincing front of having no clue Wally was there.

When Wally glanced back at Ajay, his expression had flattened.

"Bro."

"What?!" Wally lifted and dropped his arms, "I don't think she's that obvious. Does Mr. Martin know? Rhonda?" Because, seriously, if Rhonda knew, she would've been all over you in seconds, demanding answers and roping you into getting Rhonda the fuck out of there. "Charley?"

"As far as I know," Ajay said, "Only me, Bernie, and Katelynn figured it out. And Mina."

Wally stared at Ajay with wide eyes and the cusp of a pout, "You talk to Mina?"

Ajay cleared his throat, gaze knocking this way and that, a nervous edge to his demeanor. A flush rose from his neck to his cheeks and, wow, Wally hadn't been any the wiser. What the hell else was he missing?

"Back it up, buddy. You and Mina?"

"What?" Ajay glared without heat, "You and that chick with a heartbeat?"

Wally raised his hands placatingly, "No judgement, man, I'm just surprised! You never told me." And then Wally registered, "H o w does Mina know?"

"She saw you guys making out in the theater last night."

Damn. You really were bad at hiding your abilities.

"Her sister was much better at keeping things on the DL." Ajay said in a disappointed parent of a tone.

"Her sister went here?"

Ajay's eyes narrowed, "Don't you two talk when you're together? Or is it all just tonsil hockey and hand jobs?"

"Hey!" Wally leaned forward and smacked Ajay on the shoulder, "Don't be gross, dude. It's not like that." He resettled, arms crossed, ankle rested on his knee, "We basically just met yesterday. Haven't had a chance to swap childhoods yet."

"Obviously that's the reason." Ajay gathered himself up on the desk more fully, sitting cross-legged with his elbows on his knees. "Her sister was here way back in the day. Graduated the year before Katelynn died."

Wally did the math, "Jeez, that's an age gap." He looked at Ajay, "She can see ghosts, too?"

"Naw, but she can feel us." He snickered, "Apparently the Golden Rule didn't apply to her—" Ah yes, the don't tell anyone you can see ghosts, including the ghosts rule you'd mentioned. Apparently it had been a warning your great-aunt had imparted as soon as you'd been pushed out of the womb. "—She'd even bring me food from my culture once in awhile."

Ajay seemed to drift into the fond memory, all dreamy smile and faraway eyes. Then he came back to himself and fixed Wally with a determined look, "You can get your girlfriend to do it."

"I'll...see what I can do...?"

"That's the right answer, my friend."

Wally was still totally lost, "What do you mean feel us?"

"She's an empath." Ajay explained. "She could feel how I felt, sort of map out who I was based on her senses. Apparently, when I think of home, the air smells like my mother's biriyani." He snorted, flapped a hand to move himself along, and then said, "She couldn't hear me, but she'd talk to me sometimes when there was no one around."

"That's a trip."

"Yeah. But it was cool. She helped me feel less...alone."

Wally had had no idea Ajay had ever felt lonely. Granted, the guy was as reserved as he was a certified genius. Though not as withdrawn as Janet had been, he rarely opened up. Preferred to be the one who listened than the one who did the talking.

There had been a short section of time when he'd been more forthcoming about his personal life, his life before, and now that Wally could construct the timeline, it fit within the span when your sister would've attended Split River High.

Amused, Wally sniggered to himself. After all the grief your family had supposedly given you about keeping your abilities a secret, they'd sure as hell managed to weave themselves into the fabric of the metaphysical world so thoroughly, the Golden Rule might as well have never existed.

Was that the stuff irony was made of?

Wally and Ajay sat in companionable silence for a moment as Wally collected his thoughts. He wondered if Ajay had ever felt the things Wally had about being stuck in the high school. After stringing together the right words, Wally asked him as much and wasn't surprised to learn that, yep, Ajay had felt it as well. As if he'd been reeled back to autoshop like a fish on a hook.

"She think she can fix it?" Ajay asked, picking at a thread on the in-seam of his coveralls.

"She's going to look into it." Wally replied as he ran his hands through his hair. "Hey, uhm, Ajay?" He sucked in then released his lower lip, unable to look Ajay in the eye, "You aren't gonna tell anyone, are you?"

"I've spent the last twenty years not telling you about her sister, didn't I?"

"And then you told me." Wally pointed out.

"Yeah, but only because I know you've been making out with the Baby Ghost Buster."

"I'm telling her you called her that."

Ajay laughed, "Be my guest, bro," and spun off the desk, "Come on, it's almost time for Group. Mr. Martin wants to start planning for the weekend." He twirled his finger like an unenthusiastic noisemaker.

Wally stood, hesitated momentarily as he grabbed his coffee mug and stared at the closed desk drawer. He wouldn't bring the folder to Group, of course, but he wondered whether he should broach some of the subjects within its pages. Predominantly how Mr. Martin had been able to help Janet cross over when it felt like the school itself was working against them.

Wally had known Ajay was perceptive, but today he was proving himself to be on the verge of telepathic.

"I wouldn't tell Mr. Martin anything." He disclosed warily, and Wally saw him looking at the drawer before he glanced back up, "Not until your girl gives you the okay."

It was a relief to know Ajay had your back without Wally asking. And it was also kind of nice to know that he had someone to talk to about the insane amount of what the fuckery he'd learned in the last 24hrs.

But before he gave anything away, Wally needed to be sure, "Mina won't say anything, will she?"

"She wouldn't. But if it'll make you more comfortable, I'll ask her myself not to ."

Wally clapped Ajay on the back, "Thanks, man."

As they strolled toward the gym, Wally enlightened Ajay to how things had developed in the last couple of days, a pressure in his chest dislodging with every step. At some point, he'd have to tell you about Ajay, it was the right thing to do. But, for now, Wally simply allowed himself to lean on his friend for support and untangle the knots he hadn't been willing to acknowledge he'd worked himself into.

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PART THIRTEEN

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yuna542 · 11 months

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›Bad Idea‹

Pairing: Hong Woojin × Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Enemies with benefits to Lovers

Warnings: 18+, explicit Smut, under 18 DNI!, suggestive Themes, Swearing, pet names, hate sex, ANGST, fingering, bruises

Word Count: 6.1k

Note: Part 2… God I have so many ideas for Storys yet so little time to actually write them. But good news: I‘m soon on vacation, that means I‘ll have a lot time for writing. Hope you like this part. There will be big drama soon~ Much love

Summary: As Gunwoo‘s little sister he wanted you to finally meet his best friend. Unfortunately you don't get along. He gets on your nerves, you fight all the time and yet you can't stop messing with each other. One evening you get into a dangerous situation and end up bruised and bloody at his apartment. And you suddenly have to ask yourself: Why do you feel so attracted to that idiot?

Chapter 3:

The Mistake

Waiting, you stared at him when he made no move to turn around.

"Do you want me to change in front of you?" you asked accusingly, and that's when he seemed to remember his manners. With a wry grin, he ran a hand through his hair.

"Well, I wouldn't mind."

Stunned, you grabbed a pillow from the sofa and threw it at him to hide how your face flushed with redness. But he caught it and laughed derisively.

"Okay calm down! I'm going to take a shower too. Can you watch the ramen? It just needs a few more minutes."

Then he disappeared into the bathroom as well, and you heard the water being turned on.

After slipping into his clothes, which were of course too big for you, you had to admit that they didn't look as bad as you thought.

But you definitely wouldn't tell him that.

You continued to prepare the ramen, filling it into two bowls that you placed on the living room table, and just as you were tasting it, Woojin came out of the bathroom.

You nearly choked on a noodle at the unannounced sight of his wet adonis-like torso. He had a towel wrapped around his hips, surrounded by refreshing steam and you were sure it only took a gust of wind to loosen it. The mere thought made your whole head glow and you tried not to let on how hot you thought his entire appearance was. It was wrong to think such things and you were disgusted by your own mind. It was Woojin after all. A dickhead and an idiot with no manners or empathy.

He rubbed his hair dry with a towel and as he did so, his biceps stood out and his abs tightened. You felt reminded of history class because he looked like one of those ancient statues carved out of marble depicting naked bodies of the gods.

The bruises and red marks all over his ribs and stomach already looked nasty, and you scrunched your nose as he came closer.

"Does it hurt a lot?" you asked, pointing to one of the biggest bruises that was just below his chest.

He looked down at himself, threw away the towel in his hand, and shook his head. Casually, he dropped down on the sofa next to you and grabbed one of the bowls and chopsticks.

"It's no big deal," he dismissed it, lying.

In fact, every breath hurt like hell and he feared that a rib or two had been broken, but he would never have admitted that in his life. Not in front of you. You stared at him in disbelief for a while and before you could stretch out your finger, he caught your hand and looked at you with a warning tone:

„Don’t you dare!“, he said and you snorted amused. So you had your answer that he was just playing the hero. But you left it at that, because his tight grip on your hand was already messing up your insides again. With one last warning look, he let go of your hand and tried to look unbothered.

As you continued to eye him concerned, he shook his head like a wet dog, and when you nudged him in annoyance at the drops of water hitting you, he just grinned broadly.

"Bon appétit!" he said enthusiastically, and so you ate in silence.

The fact that he was wearing only a towel played with your mind and you tried not to stare at his body all the time, although that was getting increasingly difficult.

It wasn't long before your bowls were empty.

Woojin took them to the kitchen and when he returned, you nibbled your lower lip uneasily. He looked at you unobtrusively.

It was strange to see you sitting cross-legged, in his clothes on his couch and despite everything you looked like a princess. A sight he never imagined to see.

"Ah shit," you cursed and groaned in pain as you put too much strain on your hand.

Silently, he sat down next to you again and grabbed your hand as if it was natural. He turned it and looked at your scraped knuckles in the light. With a furrowed brow, you watched as he palpated your wrist and pulled your hand away with a hiss as a sharp pain shot through your arm.

"Ouch! Be careful, dickhead! What are you doing?" you whimpered, and he glared at you again.

"Stop bitching around! I'm trying to help so Gunwoo doesn't rip my head off. Luckily you just bruised it because you snapped your wrist when you punched him."

Questioningly, you looked at his hands, which he demonstratively clenched into fists.

"You see that? Your wrist must always be tense when you punch, otherwise you can break your hand," he explained and you made a fist as well.

"Like this?" you asked curiously, holding it out to him.

Carefully he enclosed it with his strong fingers and straightened your wrist. His skin was warm on yours and you resisted the urge to grab his hand at the last moment.

"Almost. That's it. You have to keep it straight and tense as you punches," he said, smiling delightedly. It was clear how much fun he was having teaching you some of his passion.

You caught yourself smiling pleasantly as well, as you watched the enthusiastic gleam in his eyes while he spoke. He continued to hold your hand and that's when your eyes met.

As you gazed at each other in silence, the air became electrically charged and something in your stomach fluttered uneasily.

"Do you want me to take a look at that? That looks pretty bad," he said then, pointing to the wound on your eyebrow.

Before you could even answer, he already fetched a first aid kit, which he probably needed often, and spread it out in front of you.

"Can you put some clothes on first?" you asked before he could come closer, fearing you would lose your mind if he touched you like that too. You waved your hand in front of his chest, while you tried to avoid eye contact:

„That is irritating...“

He himself seemed to have completely forgotten that he was half naked and took a pair of boxershorts from the pile of clothes and slipped into them without further ado.

„Oh really? I thought you could handle a real man“, he provoked and was obviously proud of his stupid saying. You just crossed your arms and looked up to him with raised eyebrows.

„I could if there was one here.“

Offended, he mumbled something unintelligible, which certainly was an insult and rummaged in the pile of clothes. Then he put on a black shirt with the typical 'Metallica' lettering printed on it, before he sat down in front of you again and leaned your head on the chin to the side to have a better view of the cut on your eyebrow.

With skillful moves, he prepared disinfection, a wound ointment and a plaster. It was obvious that he was skilled at this. You already knew the procedure from Gunwoo as well.

You had treated him and his best friend countless times when they came home after training or a fight. Not only boxers knew quickly about such things, but also their environment.

"Now that hurts a little bit. I'm counting to three. One..."

And already he pressed the swab with the disinfectant on the spot and you squeaked loudly in pain. It was obviously the revenge for your mean comment.

Angrily, you punched him in the shoulder. This time your wrist was tense, yet it seemed to have no effect on him.

"What the hell! You said on the count of three!" you snapped at him, squinting your eyes as your entire head seemed to be on fire. God you hated him so much.

"It must come unexpectedly. It’s better," he replied, clearly amused, and dabbed the ointment on your wound with such gentleness as you were not used to from him.

Expertly, he stuck a plaster above your eyebrow and looked at his work with satisfaction.

"Voilà!" he presented it with both hands and smiled.

"Now it's your turn!" you said then and he nodded curtly.

"Okay. But please don't make it worse than it is," he replied teasingly and you gave him an annoyed look. As you set to work dabbing the wounds, you asked in passing:

"Why did you help me?"

"You're my best friend's sister. So you're my responsibility, too."

Your eyes met for a moment and there was that crackling energy again, making your skin tingle. Quickly you averted your eyes and pressed the swab with disinfectant on his wound to stop whatever was happening. It was almost panic as you avoided his gaze. He twitched slightly, but didn't make a sound.

"I mean how did you find me?"

The question had been burning on your tongue ever since he had suddenly appeared and beaten the assholes to a mush.

"I stayed at the party to keep an eye on you. Then when you left, I followed you."

Briefly, you paused and looked at him suspiciously.

"That's kind of creepy..."

He leaned against the back of the sofa with one arm and tilted his head a little.

"Oh well, you're lucky I was there."

He was right about that. Without him, something really bad would have happened. You didn't even want to imagine how it would have turned out if he hadn't shown up like a knight in shining armour.

But then something occurred to you.

"You've been watching me? The whole time?" you asked, thinking about your little makeout session with the guy. Had he seen all of that?

"It wasn't my idea... Gunwoo wanted me to watch you."

That made more sense. Your brother had told him to do it. Woojin probably didn't care at all what happened to you. You breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't bring up making out. He probably hadn't even noticed.

You nodded slowly and began spreading the cream on his wounds.

"Thanks anyway."

He watched as your eyes wandered intently over his face, trying to get every detail. How your eyebrows lifted slightly when you spoke or how you nibbled on your lower lip when you were thinking or concentrating.

Your slender fingers felt comfortable against his skin and he secretly wished you would never stop touching him.

"There is one thing that does interest me..."

"Huh?"

"Why did you just leave the poor guy? Was he that bad?" he asked, and immediately your heart flipped over and heat shot into your cheeks. Embarrassed, you cleared your throat and tried to avoid his gaze.

So he had seen it after all and couldn't just let it go.

And the worst part was that he clearly enjoyed the way shame turned your cheeks red and you uncomfortably brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"No... he... I was... that's not the..."

You cursed yourself for only stammering coming out of your mouth, but Woojin had caught you off guard. Why were you so uncomfortable talking to him about it, and why didn't he stop looking at you so piercingly? Under no circumstances would you have told him the truth. That you had been thinking about him while someone else was all over you. You hated the fact yourself and still blamed it on the alcohol.

The corners of his mouth twitched knowingly and only now did you notice how close his lips hovered in front of yours. You had been so focused on treating his wound that you hadn't noticed how close your faces were in front of each other.

If you wanted to, you just had to lean forward a little and you could touch his lips with yours.

"So?" he asked teasingly, his voice getting a lot deeper.

His shimmering eyes made you all jittery and when he put his hand on your hip, your breathing only faltered.

"He just wasn't my type," you tried to end the subject, spreading the last of the ointment on his cheek.

"What's your type?" he continued to ask, and you hated his handsome face, prominent jawline and those engaging eyes for making you a flustered mess.

"Why do you want to know?" you mumbled, putting the ointment down and freezing as he lifted your chin with his index finger so you had to look him in the eye.

"Just out of curiosity."

Was he flirting with you? No he couldn't be. He was just messing with you and would laugh at you at any moment for taking it from him. After all, he didn't even like you and you didn't like him, so what was all this about?

"I can tell you what's not my type..."

"I'm listening."

His eyes were luminous in the dim light of his apartment. Your voice was low, but soft as velvet.

"Guys who are cheeky and ruthless. Act stupid all the time. Who don't know when to shut up. Who prefer to solve their problems with their fists rather than their mind. And think with their dick rather than their brain."

"Then I'm your walking nightmare."

You snorted in amusement and there your noses brushed against each other. The brief contact was enough to make everything go crazy in your head.

"And you? What kind of girls are you into?" you asked, just to say something.

Maybe to stop what was about to happen. He put his hand gently against your cheek and you could feel his warm breath brush against your lips as he spoke. You were both fighting an internal battle, wanting to break away from each other and put as much distance between you as necessary. However, your bodies did not obey.

"Until now, I thought I knew."

The rasp in his voice gave you goosebumps. Everything in you screamed to flee, to push him away and never speak a word to him again. But the heat rushed in your ears and your body no longer listened to you.

"What do you mea..." you were interrupted when his lips collided with yours and he pulled you stormily closer.

The defiant voice in your head grew quieter and the kiss was chaotic, emotional. Just as you knew Woojin and sensual at the same time.

His tongue slid over your lower lip and as soon as you opened your lips a little, your tongues fought for dominance. His hands slid to your hips, reaching for you, and you buried your fingers in the fabric of his shirt at his chest. Soon the whole thing was just a mess of tongues, teeth, groping and greedy touches.

All the tension between you, the anger and adrenaline of tonight unloaded between you and he tasted so addictive you never wanted to taste anything else. You didn't know if it was minutes, maybe hours, when you broke away from each other, panting.

Only then did you remember what was actually happening.

"What the... How," you stammered and ran your hands through your hair, overwhelmed. You couldn't bear to look each other in the eye for even a second, afraid of what else you would conjure up.

"I'm sorry. That was stupid," he muttered, and then you dared to look at him again. His lips lured seductively.

It all didn't matter now anyway, did it?

"Yes. It was."

He took a rasping breath as you grabbed a handful of his t-shirt and roughly pulled him closer again.

"Do it again!" you murmured, and he didn't need to be told twice. Relieved, his hands flew to your hips and your lips crashed together again. He pulled you onto his lap and you buried your fingers in his hair as you licked incessantly into each other's mouths.

The kiss was heated and more passionate than anything you had ever experienced. Like a fire it burned everything to ashes and his hands explored your body everywhere the fabric revealed a strip of skin.

"Shit you taste like candy," he murmured between kisses to your lips, spreading them along your jawline. A sigh escaped you as he grazed the sensitive spot behind your ear and you unconsciously rolled your hips against him.

He turned you on in a way that made your heart pound and your head spin. Briefly he paused and looked at the strangulation marks on your neck left by the gorilla.

Carefully he stroked the reddened areas and you thought you felt relief only from his touch.

Then he gently brushed his lips over them, caressing your skin as if he could heal it like that, and you laid your head back with your eyes closed while he worked his magic all over your neck. It was unreal how he melted your whole body just with that.

He ran his hands under your shirt and stroked your belly, your sides, up to your back. Gradually you couldn't stand it anymore. Your core pulsed excitedly and you wanted everything from him at once.

"Stop teasing!" you gasped as he sank his teeth into your neck. He lifted his gaze and looked like a puppy with those shiny eyes and excited smile.

"I can't help it. You're too cute, the way you're so desperately grinding on me."

Startled, you only now noticed how you rolled your hips against his middle. Your body had taken on a life of its own, desperately trying to create more friction to soothe the immense desire in your lower belly.

"Are you blushing?" he teased, squeezing your hips.

"Are you shy after all?"

Annoyed by his jokes and arrogance, you unceremoniously pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it aside. You could play this game, too. He should realize that he wasn't in control.

Surprised, he raised his eyebrows and his gaze was immediately glued to your naked body. He stared at your perfect breasts that he had imagined so many times when you came rushing into Gunwoo's room in those short pajama shirts that were way too small for you to yell at them to turn down the music.

"Fuck... Your tits are really perfect," escaped him and he immediately grabbed your breasts with both hands, cupped them and groped them while he spread kisses on your collarbone again.

"Do you think about my tits often?" you asked provocatively, gasping as soon as he sucked your skin and kneaded the soft flesh of your tits in his hands. The heat flowed together in a river between your legs and you could feel his hardened length through the fabric of his boxers.

"No wonder when you dress so slutty...you always run around in those short clothes at home when I'm there," he shot back less eloquent, completely distracted by your curves and soft skin. Soon his mouth closed around your nipple and he also worked your soft skin on your breasts as if he couldn't get enough.

You pushed him back roughly on his chest until he hit the back of the sofa and looked up at you with a mischievous expression on his face.

"You're insulting me while you're groping me all desperate?" you asked incredulously, taking advantage of the moment to take a breath.

"I thought you couldn't stand me?"

He pressed your hips harder against his in response, so that his hard dick pressed right up against your needy cunt. It was a little scary how big he felt through the fabric.

"I can't stand you. But I still think you're hot. Stop with the sass mouth. I know you want me!" he replied sharply and you laughed in amusement.

"You have a really overrated self-esteem."

Nevertheless, with greedy fingers you finally ripped his shirt off his body and stroked his bruises with care. His abs felt hard under your fingers and you sucked in a sharp breath as he began to rub your hips against his hard length.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, placing kisses all over your chest, nibbling on your neck. You threw your head back, growing,

"Fuck, If i didn't I wouldn't be half-naked on you."

Satisfied, he grabbed your ass and stood up with you as if you weighed no more than a feather. You held onto his neck and so he carried you to his room.

Red LED lights bathed the small room in an spicy atmosphere and in the corner of the room was a bed on which he placed you. He stepped between your legs and climbed over you until he was looking down on you.

He enjoyed the sight of your exposed body beneath him and before he could gape any further, you pulled him down to you and kissed him again.

At the same time he helped you get rid of the sweatpants and couldn’t stop touching your skin everywhere. You could feel his dick pressed against your thigh through his underwear, and your cunt tingled excitedly as his hands traveled agonizingly slowly down your belly.

"You want me to touch you, don't you?" he whispered in your ear, his fingers playing across the surface of your underwear and making you very, very aware of how wet they were.

"You are so arrogant. It's disgusting you know?" you said with a razor sharp tone that made his eyebrows twitch. It was the typical expression you always saw when you got on his nerves and managed to make him angry.

You tried not to look particularly impressed as he brushed his hand over your inner thigh, and yet as soon as he stroked your covered middle, you exhaled loudly.

"Uhh... Do you think you can resist much longer? Just admit you want me," he purred and god he had no idea how much you wanted to tear the last shred of fabric from his trained body, so that he would fuck you senseless. But instead you stubbornly withstood his gaze and let your fingers wander in circles over his chest.

"Do you really think you can satisfy me? You seem to have quite a bit to compensate for.... ah"

A short cry, more like a surprised moan escaped you as he slipped his hand unannounced into your panties and sank two fingers inside you.

Smugly, he began pumping them into your wet cunt while your mouth was open and you clung tensely to his upper arm, which he used to support himself next to your head. He looked down at you with a dangerous grin, like a predator eyeing its prey, and you could no longer hide what his touches were doing to you.

His thumb began to massage your clit at the same time and the heat in your lower abdomen clenched into a coil of pure fire. Whatever he did with his fingers made you drift off completely into the fog of ecstasy and the sinful moan he tore from you was like a reward for him.

"That sounds so much better... If I had known your moans sounded so pretty, I would have shut you up by doing this much sooner."

His words made the anger rise in you again. Why could you absolutely dislike each other, and yet it was the hottest thing you had ever experienced?

He sped up the motions of his fingers and the room was filled with the wet sounds and your moans as he memorized every expression on your face. You were beautiful the way you looked at him out of those angry big eyes, but couldn't hide the way your high rolled relentlessly closer.

"Don't you dare stop!" you gasped breathlessly, and he just laughed softly as your fingernails dug into his arm and he felt your cunt clench around his fingers.

"Don't worry. I want to see your face when you come around my fingers," he breathed against your ear and sucked on your neck, working his way back down and wrapping his lips around your nipple. He bit into it lightly while you were already starting to see stars.

His long fingers and mouth on your heated skin was enough to drive you over the top.

Trembling, you buried your hands in his hair and tugged on his strands overwhelmed as the world around you faded into white while you moaned his name as you came.

He savored your high to the last second and then he pulled his fingers out of your panties. While your chest rose and fell frantically and you tried to get back in touch with reality, he slipped his fingers into his mouth and licked your juices off of them.

Then he leaned down to you again and kissed you. With the kiss you slowly drifted back to reality. He had given you the best orgasm of your life only with his fingers. You could only imagine what it would be like to feel his dick.

The kiss was messy and hurried, tongues exploring every corner they could find and gradually swayed into sensuality. He grinded his hard dick against your inner thigh and you could clearly feel how impatient he was getting.

You felt how you became addicted to more, which is why you ran your fingers down his stomach. Even though you saw him half naked every day at training, it was something else to feel his muscles. Firm and seductive pressed against your soft body.

Almost playfully, you let your fingers wander over his waistband of boxers, sliding them in a bit as he greedily licked into your mouth and kneaded your breast with one hand.

He exhaled rattling as you rubbed your covered pussy right against his dick and he felt the soaked fabric even through his underwear. Your body was like a drug he would probably never get off of again.

His dick was so hard it was already painful and you smiled as he broke the kiss, breathlessly almost begging:

"Can I fuck you?"

"Just shut the fuck up and do it already!" you replied and it was as if you had given the starting signal for a boxing match. He tore off his underwear and got rid of your panties in record speed.

When his cock jumped free and bounced heavily against his belly, you couldn't suppress a surprised gasp.

He was indeed big... Very big.

When he noticed your gaze, he smiled with satisfaction and lined himself up with you.

"Still think I need to compensate for something?" he asked mockingly and you could feel his tip already at your entrance.

"Do you want to talk or fuck me?" you shot back as your cunt was already pulsing impatiently and you wanted to finally feel him. Even if it would hurt.

"You're so incredibly annoying..." he grumbled, and held your hips in place, so that you couldn't move back from his massive cock. Before you could retort anything snarky, he pushed in one unbroken movement inside of you and your entire body came alive with electric pleasure that has you gasping as he held you there, with his hands firmly on your hips to stop you from wiggling away. As he draws back and pushes back in so hard your vision splits with stars and heat explodes beneath your skin.

It hurt as he stretched you out and you could only see through the tears how much he enjoyed your fucked out face as he proved to you that he wasn't just talking stupid. You clawed at his back and your gasps quickly turned to pornographic moans. The pain was flooded and washed away by the arousal the more he stretched you out.

His thrusts hit something inside of you that made you soon choke on your moans, because you were still so tangled up from his fingers teasing you that you were close again already, and you knew exactly that he's never going to let you live this down.

Woojin was a professional athlete, you knew that. But now you realised behind closed doors, under the sheets, he was an olypian.

He set a fast pace, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, deeper inside of you every time. The world around you blurred in arousal and you wrapped your legs around his hips as he seemed to hit deeper with every thrust. His bed squeaked dangerously and banged loudly against the wall. Woojin's neighbors would probably barely be able to sleep a second, but you couldn't care less.

"You feel incredible," he gasped, intercepting your whimpers with intense kisses, and you felt yourself falling apart at any moment. When he perceived that your body was tensing, he intertwined his fingers with yours and pressed your hand into the mattress beside your head.

"Woojin... fuck... I'm gonna..."

You didn't remember how to form words or put them in proper order, but he understood you even without words. He read your reactions and your body like a book.

"It's okay, dollface! Come around my cock!"

At that moment, something exploded in your head and your orgasm gripped you with such force that you moaned his name loudly and your walls almost crushed him. It was like your body was burning and your brain was turning to mush. If you died now, you would be beyond pissed because you were with Woojin, but at least you had the best sex of your whole life.

"Fuck... oh fuck," he moaned, and a low growl escaped him as he too was on the verge.

"Come inside me! I'm on the pill!" you gasped and he moaned at your words.

„Shit... You're naughty."

He only thrusted into you hard one more time until he too came and shot his load deep inside you. After a few sloppy thrusts, he collapsed on top of you breathing heavily and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

So you slowly calmed down, listening to each other's heartbeat, and you stroked him dizzy over the back. It took quite a while for both of you to gradually drift back out of the thick fog of fuzzy state.

Neither dared to say a word for fear of what would happen. Silently you traced the lines of his marine tattoo and he grumbled comfortably, making your body vibrate.

"What did we do...", you whispered after a while and that's when he lifted his head, took another deep breath of your scent to store it in his mind and then rolled off you onto his back.

Suddenly everything was like before, only the heavy smell of sex in the air was new. You swallow at the awkward aftermath because you didn't think this far. You never even thought this was a possibility in any universe.

You both stared at the ceiling, trying to understand what had just happened. You pulled the blanket around your body and rolled onto your side, with your back to him.

What was that fluttering in your stomach? Why couldn't you bear to look at him?

Restlessly, you nibbled on your bottom lip and closed your eyes. Hopefully you would just wake up in your bed and all this had never happened. It would just be a dream, that you could be ashamed of, but nobody would ever know about it. Especially Woojin would never know. You had a feeling that everything he did would now somehow remind you of sex with him.

"Still hate me?" he asked into the silence and you replied:

"Definitely"

"Just as much?"

"Maybe a little less"

You raised your eyebrows in surprise when he actually laughed. You stared at the opposite wall until the corners of your mouth went up as well and you giggled too. The whole situation was too surreal to be true.

First your mortal enemy saved you from thugs and then fucked you senseless.

That's when you turned around and looked at him. He ran his hand through his thick curls and when your eyes met, you grinned like idiots. Never in your life had you expected this situation.

He also rolled onto his side until your faces hovered close to each other.

"That was a mistake," you mumbled after a while and he nodded.

"Yes... Gunwoo must never know about this."

For the first time, you fully agreed with him, and the mere thought of your brother getting to know even a glint of it gave you goosebumps. Still, you couldn't stop looking dreamily at the other and admiring each other's features. Were his cheekbones always this sharp?

"Then let's not regret it until tomorrow..." he then murmured and that was okay with you. Silently you nodded and that's when he reached out and pulled you closer by your hips under the covers.

You snuggled against his chest and he put his big arms around your body, squeezing your ass teasingly.

Just for tonight.

That's what you kept saying to each other in your mind. It was just for tonight and tomorrow all this had never happened.

After all, the whole thing had nothing to mean.

So it was okay when your lips lay on each other again and your hands wandered over each other's bodies. Just for tonight. You delayed the morning as long as possible, until you fell asleep snuggled close to him, relaxed and secure.

And with a smile on your lips.

The next morning, when Woojin woke up, you were gone. So were your things, and he looked in his closet for safety. Only when he saw that his clothes were indeed missing, he believed that he had not imagined the whole thing.

While eating breakfast, he glanced at his phone and spotted a message from you:

"If you tell anyone about this, you're dead."

Despite the threat, he smiled slightly and looked at the sofa where the first aid kit still lay.

You had disappeared in the early morning. It would be too strange to look him in the eyes in the morning. You didn't know what you would say and you would have liked to leave the country, never to see him again.

The worst thing was that you just couldn't stop thinking about last night. On the bus you unconsciously smelled his shirt you were wearing again and you would have loved to punch yourself.

Quietly, you unlocked your front door and were about to sneak into your room, but Gunwoo was already awake and packing his training bag. When he heard the door, he turned to you and froze when he saw the wound on your temple.

Then his gaze traveled down your body and only when he had silently looked at your torn dress in your hands as well, did he ask:

"What happened?"

You couldn't say anything. You just stood there and suddenly everything fell away from you. The attack, the beating, the feeling of the gorilla's hand around your neck, and finally the bruises in your palms from the rope.

It all came back with such force that you trembled and tears welled up in your eyes.

Immediately, your brother came up to you worriedly and wrapped you in his arms. You let everything you held in your hands fall and buried your face against his chest, while your body was shaken by heartbreaking sobs. The hopelessness and fear you had felt reverberated within you, but Gunwoo's smell and warmth softened the helpless feeling.

He was the only one you could admit your weaknesses to, and your heart instantly lightened as he stroked your hair and just held you close.

"It's all right. I'm here," he murmured reassuringly and as soon as you caught your breath, you sat down at the kitchen table where his boxing gloves were.

Then you told him everything. Well, almost everything.

You left out the thing about Woojin and the sex. After all, that had never happened.

Gunwoo's face darkened with every word and his knuckles stood out white, so tightly did he clench his hands into fists. After you finished, you restlessly played with one of his bandages lying on the table.

"Are you mad?" you asked quietly, and that was the first time he really looked at you.

"God no! I'm just glad you're okay. I should have taken better care of you..."

He blamed himself. You quickly shook your head and reached for his hand across the table.

"No it wasn't your fault. Besides, Woojin was there to save me after all."

He nodded, but his jaw twitched tensely. Then he stood up and hugged you so tightly that you could barely breathe. But that was okay.

As he continued packing his things, you took your first real look around the kitchen. The cabinet under the sink was open and there were pipes and towels everywhere.

"What happened here?"

Gunwoo zipped up his bag and slipped into his jacket to leave for training.

"A pipe broke... I've already called a plumber and Mom really wanted to fix it herself. Could you help out at the café today?"

"Sure. Then I'll bring you pastries to training this afternoon."

Gunwoo's eyes sparkled with delight and he nodded vehemently.

"That sounds good. I'll see you later then."

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and you tousled his hair in revenge before he disappeared through the door.

Shortly after, you fell back into bed and slept for another hour before heading to the café.

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sebastienblommephotography · 1 year

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Toutes ailes déployées 📷 @sebastien_blomme 🇫🇷 C'est bien connu, le vent est le pire ennemi du photographe macro. Mais parfois, ça a du bon comme ici ou cet ascalaphe devait déployer ses ailes pour s'équilibrer lors des fortes bourrasques ! Bon, certes j'ai du déchet, mais je suis vraiment content de cette image. 🇬🇧 It's well known that the wind is the macro photographer's worst enemy. But sometimes, it's good like here where this owlfly had to spread its wings to balance itself during strong gusts! Well, of course I have lots of blurry pics, but I am really happy with this image. https://ift.tt/WS0K5ZE

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omarfor-orchestra · 1 month

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Ogni volta che parlo con una persona italiana che fa del non conoscere i media italiani la propria identità completa mi viene una tristezza "Non so chi sia Stefano Accorsi" girl what? Maxibon bon bon? Du gust is megl che uan? Do you not know joy?

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dreamii-krybaby · 4 months

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Oh my god I can already feel how “Bon” is going to be the new Tumr Sexyman

Perdonanos Martin por lo que Tumblr va hacer con este hombre calvo blanco (o tal vez no te importe o te guste la idea de que “Bon” sea el siguiente Tumblr sexyman lol)

#the walten files bon #the walten files #btw yes I suddenly started talking Spanish on the second part

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deadolloading · 11 months

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Solicitudes

Presentación de mi perfil, lo que escribo, reglas.

¡Hola pequeña personita! Me presento, soy deadolloading aún que pueden decirme Joven D, Doll, Dolly o como gustes. Mis pronombres son She/Her/Him, ¡Pero puedes decirme como sea!

Mi blog es totalmente en contenido en español, esto es debido a que no se mucho de inglés y hasta que no lo aprenda en su totalidad, no haré contenido en inglés.

El contenido de mi perfil apunta específicamente a todo lo relacionado con fanfics, pequeños escritos míos, etc. Igualmente los fanfics van del famoso Character x Reader o como el famoso Character x T/N.

Personas de cualquier edad, genero, creencia o nacionalidad ¡Es completamente bienvenido! Ya que mi contenido va para todo público ya que me incomoda escribir cualquier cosa NSFW, por lo que todo mi contenido es SFW, en caso de ser lo contrario se pide que no interactúen con esa publicación.

Requests are open!

Lea esto antes de solicitar cualquier fanfic, headcanon y esas cosas (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

Nota: A veces no puedo publicar mucho debido a lo ocupado que suelo estar.

Soy muy imaginativo con headcanons, escenarios/drabbles y es posible que veas mucho de eso en mi perfil, pero nada de fanfics o one-shots y tendrás que esperar mucho tiempo para que haga uno.

Por favor, no envíe hagas spam de solicitudes porque en esos caso no lo haré.

Si no publico un post muy largo, puede ser porque no tengo mucha imaginación en ese momento, disculpas de antemano.

¡El inglés no es mi primer idioma! Así que lo siento mucho por lo que solo escribiré en español.

Cuando pida algo en mi bandeja, por favor dame detalles de lo que quieres, como una parte específica que desea que agregue, qué personaje, género del lector, etc.

Solo puede escribir de 2 a 3 personajes a la vez.

Quiero que este lugar sea seguro tanto para mí como para los lectores.

Tengo todo el derecho a rechazar una solicitud, especialmente si rompe con las reglas que ya tengo.

Acepto escribir

Relaciones poliamorosas.

Dolor/comodidad.

Pelusa.

Amor, oc x character

No acepto escribir

Incesto

Sexo/NSFW

Violencia

Pedofilia, zoofilia

Relaciones altamente tóxicas

Fandoms y personajes para los que escribo !

Videojuegos

Phantom of the Opera - MazM

Christine Daae Sorelli Dupont Melek Levni Detective Hatim Eric

Genshin Impact

Sucrose Rosaria Beidou Amber Kaeya Diluc Jean Aloy Lisa

Mario Bros

Princess Peach Princess Daisy Rosalina Pauline Mario Luigi

Cuphead

Baroness Von Bon Bon Chef Saltbaker Cala Maria Hilda Berg

Five Night's at Freddy's

Michael Afton William Afton Henry Emily Clara Afton Animatronics

Sims 4

Elvira Lapida

Series/Anime/ARG

The Mandela Catalogo

Cesar Torres Mark Heathcliff Adam Murray Jonah Marshall Arcangel Gabriel Alt!Archangel Gabriel Sarah Heathcliff

Popee the Performer

Papi Poppe Eepop Kedamono

Kimetsu no Yaiba

Tanjiro Kamado Nezuko Kamado Inosuke Hashibira Zenitsu Agatsuma Muzan Kibutsuji Kagaya Ubuyashiki Kyōjurō Rengoku Obanai Iguro Gyomei Himejima Tengen Uzui Shinjuro Rengoku Mitsuri Kanroji Shinobu Kochō

Welcome Home

Wally Darling Julie Joyful Barnaby B. Beagle Frank Frankly Eddie Dear Howdy Pillar Sally Starlet Poppy Partridge

My Hero Academia

Kyoka Jiro Eijiro Kirishima Denki Kaminari Mei Hatsume Mt. Lady Tsuyu Asui Tenya Iida Endeavor Ochako Uraraka Momo Yaoyorozu

Sakura CardCaptor

Tomoyo Daidōji Tōya Kinomoto Yukito Tsukishiro Maki Matsumoto Nadeshiko Kinomoto Syaoran Li Fujitaka Kinomoto Kaho Mizuki Sakura Kinomoto Clow Reed Caras Clow

Sailor Moon

Usagi Tsukino Rei Hino Makoto Kino Ami Mizuno Minako Aino Haruka Teno Michiru Kaio Setsuna Meio Nephrite Mamoru Chiba/Tuxedo Mask Kou Seiya Kou Yaten Kou Taiki

Dragon Ball

Gohan Veggetta Piccolo Trunks Broly Androide 18 Androide 17 Whis Krilin

Scooby-Doo

Vilma Dinkley Daphne Blake Shaggy Rogers Fred Jones

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Montgomery Montgomery Violet Baudelaire Klaus Baudelaire Georgina Orwell Justice Strauss Fernald Fiona Kit Snicket Lemony Snicket Gustav Sebald

Marvel/DC Comics

Solo agregare unos personajes

Doctor Octopus - Spiderman Miguel O'Hara - Spiderman Ghost Spider - Spiderman Spider-Man Noir - Spiderman Doctor Stranger - Marvel Peggy Carter - Marvel Raven - DC Comics Starfire - DC Comics Beast Boy - DC Comics Green Arrow - DC Comics

Moral Orel

Bloberta Puppington Clay Puppington Rod Putty Stephanie Putty Nurse Bendy

The Amazing Digital Circus

Ragatha x Reader Pomni x Reader Caine x Moon Caine x Reader Jax x Reader Gingle x Reader

Otros personajes (serie o película)

Miss Peregrine - Miss Peregrine y el hogar para chicos peculiares Carrie - Carrie 1976 Michael Myers - Halloween Jason Voorhees - Viernes 13 Thomas Hewitt - Masacre en Texas 2006 Ghostface - Danny Johnson Phantom of the Opera - Movie 2004 Blue Diamont - Steven Universe Yellow Diamond - Steven Universe Personajes de Disney - Solo si lo conozco

⠀⠀ ⠀ Reglas ⛧ ?!

ㅤㅤ⛧ Especificar por favor lo que quieren, no soy adivina. Si quieren cierta situación especifica, ese tipo de cosas ya saben.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Al momento de escribir para lectores, lo diré de una vez, no se mucho de pronombres. Por lo que si quieres de un personaje no binario o algo así, por favor dime como es su uso de pronombres para escribirlo y te sientas cómodo.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Esto totalmente abierta a la idea de escribir OC x Character, para eso pido que en privado me den algo de información de su oc. Alguna ficha, descripción de personalidad y física, ese tipo de cosas.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Pido que me tengan paciencia, suele escribir de forma muy tardada debido a mi gran bloqueo de escritor. Ténganme paciencia, soy nuevo en esto :').

ㅤㅤ⛧ ¡Pueden pedirme cualquier cosa! Romance, platónico, relación padre/madre e hijx, de hermandad, etc.

ㅤㅤ⛧ Por favor, pido respeto ya que esto es como un tipo de pasatiempo para mi. No vengo a molestar a nadie y tampoco vengo a que me molesten. Si no les gusta mi perfil o tienes problemas conmigo, te pido amablemente que dejes mi perfil y con gusto puedes bloquearme.

Eso sería todo por mi parte, bienvenidos a mi perfil y espero que les guste mi contenido.

¡Nos vemos!

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negreabsolut · 5 months

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Una noia amb bon gust, per Grimwalds-AI-Fantasy. [font]

#art #art digital #art artificial #art automàtic #art robòtic #noia #fèmina #femení #feminitat #elegant #bon gust #estil #roba #vestimenta #fantasia #fantàstic #pèl-roig #atractiu

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Pall Mall

Summary: A game of Pall mall and heartfelt talk

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Sharma Sister!reader

Word count: 3.7k (longest one yet)

Warnings: Probably bad grammar, unedited, probably will make you tear up at the end, atleast I did,

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We all know the great lenghts a young lady would go in pursuit of a proposal, and apparently she will travel great distances too.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton appears to be inching ever so closer to selecting his Viscountess, and to that end, has invited our diamond to join him for an excursion at his ancestral home, Aubrey Hall.

Country air indeed, clears the mind, and invigorates the body. Might this be the final gust that pushes the Viscount over the precipice of a proposal?

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“A week, at Aubrey Hall, how marvelous” I exclaimed, looking out the windows of the carriage we were currently riding in.

“Perhaps, I’ll wear my pink silks at dinner tonight” Edwina wondered

“Whatever you wear, you will look beautiful, Bon” I smiled at her

“Do you think Lord Bridgerton will like it?” Edwina asked us

“Of course he will, Bon” Kate assures her

“ you need not worry about the Viscount’s favor, Miss Edwina” Lady Danbury tells her “ It is an exceedingly good sign, that he’s invited us to spend a few days with the family, before the rest of the ton arrives for the real party” we all chuckle

“Perhaps by then, you will have an engagement to announce” Mama cuts in, my smile dimmed ever so slightly, before I brightened it once again.

“ he will be assessing me, I know. Considering how I may perform as Viscountess” Edwina said boastful

“And he should not be the only one” Kate advises “You too must consider, if Lord Bridgerton is everything you want in a match as well”

“Of course he is, Kate” I argued “ The Viscount is a wonderful person” I nodded

“How would you know?” Kate questioned “You have not spent much time with him”

“Perhaps not” I agreed “ but we send each other correspondence too often, he is most definitely everything i- Edwina, wants in a man”

“He sends you letters?” Edwina asks confused “ Why does he send you letters?, he does not send me letters” Mama and Lady Danbury sent each other looks

“I- well- I do not know Bon” I murmured “ You know the Viscount, he prefers action over words, and we talked about you, your likes and dislikes, I was helping him to know more about you” She nodded, more content after my explanation

“Besides,” I started “ Anthony and I are friends as well, it is not a crime to share letters with your friends now, is it?”

“Anthony?” Mama asked “You call him by his given name?”

“It is not a big deal, mama. As I said, we are friends, we should all pass the week with open minds” I gave Kate a look

“ I should be the very picture of amiability” Kate agrees

“Very well,” Edwina smiled “ pink it is”

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“Now, the only reason to endure such a journey” Lady Danbury exclaims as she steps out the carriage, us stepping out behind her

“You remember Edwina and Kate” Mama said to Lady Bridgerton while I looked around “ And Y/n” I bowed when I was called

“Of course, how nice to see you again, sweetheart” I smiled at her “Thank you, once again, for coming over for tea last week, Eloise was most happy that her new friend could join us” She thanks me

“Of course, how could I not” I said “ After all, we may become family soon" I winked at her, she laughed before starting a conversation with mama.

I looked at the house once again, walking forward as my eyes wondered over the beautiful home.

“You’re smiling” someone said

“Anthony” I greeted smiling brightly “ You have a marvelous home, I have never seen such a beautiful house” he looked at the house

“ Yeah, I guess it is beautiful, the place I feel more at home now, which I am sure you already know, as I have told you before “ he nodded chuckling

“I just hope I do not get lost, God knows all the times I have gotten lost at Lady Danbury’s home, and I’ve lived there for some time now” we both chuckled at my comment

“Do not worry, I won’t let you get lost, although, I’ll tell you a secret” he stepped closer, as if sharing some secret that everyone else should not here “I have also gotten lost here, and I’ve lived here for nine and twenty years ” we laughed loudly, once again

“And you must be Miss Edwina” One of his sisters said as she approached us, we turned to look at her “You most certainly are as beautiful as Anthony described you, I can see why he is smitten with you”

“Oh no” I denied with wide eyes “Lord Bridgerton and I are just friends, I am Edwina’s sister, Y/n” I contested, smiling at her humorously

“Oh forgive me, Miss Y/n” She apologies, I shook my head, reassuringly

“Although I am quite flattered, your grace” I bowed respectfully, feeling Anthony’s eyes on me“ Allow me to introduce my sister, Miss Edwina” I called over to Edwina, who approached us

“It is an honor, your grace” Edwina bowed, I looked over to the side, seeing the duchess’s baby.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, they looked at me startled “ Is this your son, your grace?” I walked over to the baby as Daphne nodded happily

“If I may?” I asked Lady Danbury, who was holding him, she smiled and handed him over to me

“Oh how cute!” I said I’m awe, holding the baby carefully, and walking towards the side of Daphne, as Edwina and Anthony continued their conversation “Just look at him, he is the most beautiful baby I have ever seen” I complimented, feeling the other’s eyes on me

“Thank you” Daphne said happily

“Well now, you must be weary from your travels” Lady Bridgerton commented “Mrs. Wilson, show our guests into their rooms so they may get refreshed” She ushers us in the house

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“This will teach Colin, last time he put a wicket behind the goat barn” Daphne exclaims shoving a wicket down on to the grass

“What exactly are the rules of this game?” Kate asks as we trailed behind her

“Pall mall is less about rules, more about the goal” Daphne answers “ which is, of course, to hill your ball through each wicket, the first player to send their through the last wicket wins, simple enough”

“Something tells me, it is not that easy” I said making Daphne nod, chuckling

“Though if you are feeling devilish, you can use your turn to knock an opponents ball far enough from their next wicket as you would like” She added

“Why lose a turn, if the point is to get ones own ball through the wicket” Edwina wondered confused

“Oh bon” I shook my head chuckling “ I am sure that is the fun part of the game, infuriating your opponent”

“Precisely, it is a poor player who plays the game and a wise one who plays their opponent” Daphne smiled

“ Why I would like to play this game, I am rather weary from the journey, so if I may be excused, I am going to sit down with Lady Danbury, Lady Bridgerton and mama” Kate excused herself and went to sit down

“Just you and me, Bon” I put my arm over Edwina’s shoulder “ I am going to enjoy playing this game” I said smiling

“Right, now Benedict is a solid shot but he avoids conflict” Daphne informs us as we kept walking “Colin is crafty, he will strike when he thinks you are least expecting it, so, always be suspecting it. Eloise, concentrates entirely on defeating her older brothers, the hope is that she gets so absorbed in them that she completely forgets about you” we looked at the rest of the siblings who were coming on to the field

“I, of course, am a complete enigma who will divulge none of my own secrets, and there is Anthony, -“

“The most ruthless, cutthroat player” I cut her off, Daphne looked at me impressed

“Why you have made his acquaintance” Daphne expresses “That is not to say he has no honor, he is usually the most gentile sportsman, except as far as this field is concerned” Daphne added once she saw Edwina’s face

“I’m sure the Viscount is an excellent player, we will pass a most excellent afternoon” Edwina said

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“Let us toss a coin” Colin offers

“You promised this year you would let the youngest pick first” Eloise argued

“We pick based on Alphabetical order” Anthony argued back, I laughed amused at their fight

“It is meant to be a game, is it not?” Edwina whispers to me making me laugh once again

“Perhaps” I said making them quiet down “You should let us pick first, seeing as we are your invited guests, are we not?” They hummed thoughtfully

“Yes” Anthony agreed “That would be better” the rest nodded in agreement

“Take your pick first, Bon” I urged Edwina. Edwina walked forward, pointing to the blue mallet.

“Yes, and excellent choice” Anthony said, grabbing the mallet and holding it out for her to take

I walked forward, stopping in thought for a second, before grabbing the black mallet.

“The mallet of death” Eloise said with raised eyebrows

“Would you look at that brother?” Benedict said to Anthony teasingly, I looked at them in surprise

“Is this yours?” I asked Anthony, he shook his head

“No, No, you’re welcome to it” Anthony answers as the rest of the siblings looked at him surprised

“You nearly threaten to beat me the last time I touched tha-“

“You exaggerate” Anthony cut Colin off

I chuckled, in a competitive mood “Are you the superstitious sort? I know some men cannot perform without their familiar tools, like a child without a blanket” The siblings laughed amused at my comment

“I can play perfectly well with any mallet” Anthony argued, surprised but amused at what I said

“I can grab another if you would like” I offered, he shook his head again

“It is alright, you can take it” Anthony smiled at me “Truly, I insist” he added once he saw me open my mouth to object. I nodded, going back to my spot

“Are we to be around liberating all day, or should we play?” Eloise huffed.

The siblings looked at each other before lunging for their mallet, leaving Anthony the pink one. I laughed, holding the black mallet out towards him, he gave me a look making me retreat it back. Then we moved forward towards the track.

We played, Edwina and I having the first shoot, and after, it was the youngest to oldest. After Anthony, who hit it with too much strength, it was my turn.

“Didn’t practice much, did you brother?” Benedict teased

“My turn” I said competitively, I got into position, hitting the ball softly, it going perfectly between the wicket. I cheered, jumping up and down happily. I looked at Anthony smugly, he shook his head amused, clapping proudly. And we continued with the game.

“Eloise, stop cheating!”

It was Anthony’s turn once again, he knelt down, observing the wicket carefully, before standing up and hitting the ball. Unfortunately it was, once again, a poor shot and ended up hitting the potted tree nearby.

“Do not worry,” I said, reassuringly as I took my place “ You will be able to shoot it between a wicket at least once” I shoot and hit it perfectly.

“Are the demands of the day affecting your game, brother?”

“Not a chance” Anthony looked over to my sister, walking towards her “Miss Edwina, o believe you’re next, I did not wish to leave my ball in your path, so I’ve left an open space, so you can send yours”

“Oh yes” I interjected “ And it was on purpose, most definitely was not because he did a bad shot or anything” I taunted, the Bridgerton siblings laughed, while Anthony only looked at me

“Miss Y/n! Do not out me in front of your sister” Anthony said playfully, us laughing once again, this time, him joining us

Edwina hit it but unfortunately it hit the side of the wicket and bounced to the side, we clapped for her anyway.

The other 2 brothers walked off towards their ball taking their turns. Once it was Eloise’s turn, Lady Danbury approached us and gave her some pointers.

“There now Eloise, send it” Eloise hit the ball, sending it perfectly between the wickets, we cheered for her

We all continued with the games for some time, it finally coming down to me, once again, I looked at my ball and saw that Anthony’s was next to mine. I looked at him thoughtfully.

“You have the chance to best him” Eloise tells me while I walked towards my ball happily.

“That would not be very sportsman like, now would it?” Colin said

“That is the fun of it all” I tell him “Besides, I was told unsportsmanlike conduct was a requirement for this game” I looked at the duchess

“Fast learner you are, indeed, Miss Y/n” Daphne chuckled

“What do you say, my lord?” I asked Anthony “Are you in a loosing mood?”

“My mood, will remain unchanged regardless of your move” I pursued my lips, before nodding

“Then you should not mind this” I said before hitting my ball softly, it hitting Anthony’s and sending it off towards the forest. Everyone laughed, even Anthony, after it was all in good game. It definitely would have been different I’d Kate played

“I knew I liked her” I heard Eloise say behind me

“Miss Edwina, it is your turn” Edwina walked towards her ball, she hit it sending it towards the forest

“I am bested, I see” Edwina said dejected

“You can still retrieve your ball if you wish to stay in the game” Daphne informs her

Edwina looked at me questioningly, I smiled nodding. She looked out to the trees and made her decision. “I think I should cut out”

“I can get it for you, Bon” I offered “I’m sure they will not mind it, if you still want to play, I’ll get your ball” She smiled at me and shook her head

“It is alright” She bowed before the duchess and left. I looked at Anthony and nodded towards Edwina. He looked at me before leaving after her.

Anthony returned once it was Colin’s turn. Colin hit the ball, unfortunately sending mine where Anthony’s went a few moments ago. I shook my head, chuckling. After all, there was no point in getting mad or frustrated.

“What a shame” Colin said unapologetic “You two better go fetch them, unless you would like to quit, here and now”

“Not. A. Chance.” I said and walked off to retrieve my ball, Anthony following behind me.

“A good shot, was it not” Anthony said “ Shame I did not think of it before” I scoffed, pushing him playfully making him laugh, I laughed after him.

I looked back at the others, the rest except Daphne continued on, the duchess looking after us with an unreadable look on her face. I ignored it and looked forward.

We stepped between the branches and looked under them, the balls nowhere in sight.

“I know regret sending your ball here, they appear to be nowhere” I said as Anthony removed some branches from above, before groaning

“Dashing” he said. The balls were in the middle of a most beautiful sight. Not. In the middle of a puddle of mud.

“We could pluck them out” I looked at him “ no one would be none the wiser”

“But I would know” he said and walked off, I trailed after him.

“It is to watery” Anthony said, touching the mud with the stick part of the mallet

“We have no choice then” I said and pulled up my dress a little, and stepped into the mud, when I was in front of my ball, I hit it, getting it out of the mud, all while Anthony gaped at my action

“Your play, Anthony. Unless you do not want to dirty your boots” he gave me a look and stepped in. I held in my laugh when I saw him almost fall. He hit his ball and walked backwards to get out.

I smiled and stepped forwards before my foot stopped me. “Uh, Anthony, I appear to be stuck” I held out my hand for him to help me

He sighed and stepped into the mud once again, he pulled on my arm, tugging me backwards “ow” I exclaimed when he tugged to hard, hurting my hand

“Sorry, really sorry, but you are really stuck” he said apologizing

“Just keep tugging”

He grabbed on to my waist for better hold, he tugged once before we fell backwards, us squealing surprised. We sat up, I looked at him, he looked at me, before we burst out laughing

“Certainly the highlight of my day” I said between laughs, standing up and holding my hand out towards him to pull him up.

He grabbed onto my hand, laughing, I pulled him up, this time successfully. “Of course, jumping into mud is always so enjoyable” he said jokingly

He looked around before he set his eyes on something, looking at it intensely.

“Anthony?” I called out to him, I followed his eyes and saw a little spot, with a few benches and what looked to be a grave.

“Your father, is it not?” I said softly, he looked at me with an unreadable expression. Cheers suddenly erupting from the others, which we ignored

“I know that look in your eye” I tell him “It is the look of pain mama has when she thinks about apa, one that is present on Kate’s face so often”

“One that comes onto my face when I think of everything he is missing of our life’s. That he will never see me walk down the aisle, nor see the children that I will surely have. Or approve of my future husband and like him as much as I would” Anthony looked at me sadly, Holding my eyes, which were brimmed with tears.

“I know how you feel, tony” a tear dropped from my eye “I understand your pain, I feel for all of you as I, myself, know of the loss of a father we so clearly loved” Tears started brimming in his eyes

“Do not hold your emotions in, that is why we have our family, so they can support us, they would not judge you if you do. I may not remember much of him, but I remember something he always used to say. “ You cannot show someone your best-“

“-Without allowing them to see your worst” Anthony finished quietly “ My father also used to say that”

I held onto his arm and pulled him over to a bench were we sat down, side by side. Us sitting in a comfortable silence.

“He was stung by a bee” Anthony said after a few moments “ To see a great man felled by a such a small creature, it was, it was humbling to say the least” I rested my head in his shoulder, rubbing his arm comfortingly.

“Ever since, I’ve been scared, that I will live a short life such as him, as I cannot possibly overthrow him in age” he confesses “ My mother was destroyed when he died, she would not leave her room, not even when her newborn baby, Hyacinth, my youngest sister, cried out for her, she would not speak to anyone, she would not even eat” tears streamed down his face, my own mirroring his.

“ And I decided, that I cannot possibly marry for love, and then leave her destroyed at my inevitable death, I do not wish on anyone what my mother went through, I cannot put anyone through that pain, no one deserves that”

“So it is better that I marry, not because of love, but because of obligation, it is my duty, as a Viscount, to continue my bloodline. I cannot fall in love, I would certainly not do it willingly. And I apologize, I know that is not what you want for your sister, but that is all I can offer her, security, happiness but not because of love, but if what comes with being a Viscountess”

“I understand if you tell your sister what I just said, it is better that she has time to make her decision when I ask her” He stopped talking

Us sitting in silence, once more. No one has anything more to say, all consumed with thoughts. I do not know what to make of this, but one thing is sure, this talk only brought us closer.

And now that I have seen this side of him, definitely more closer to breaking me when he inevitably asks my sister to marry him.

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AU-gust 2023 Day 3: Writer

“...nothing here will ever be vegetarian. Bon appetit.”

Several laughs made Will wince, clutching his notebook as they butchered his words, as he sat in the chair by Jack Crawford, the director of the movie made from his book, Cannibal. It was the fictional story of Dr. Hugh Mikkelsen, a psychiatrist who is secretly a serial killer and a cannibal who regularly feeds his friends the people he kills.

Cannibal was Will’s first book, an instant hit, and when it had been optioned for a film he’d been overjoyed.

Now he wished he’d never signed the papers.

“And…CUT!”

The cameras all stopped, and Jack patted Will’s shoulder as he looked over at him.

“What did you think, huh? Perfect, right? I knew Hannibal was our cannibal.”

Will forced himself to smile. “Yeah, it…it was great.”

The crew all started to scatter, and Will tried not to let his frustrations show on his face. He’d been asked to write the script for the movie, been paid handsomely for it, and yet seeing it now he knew they’d changed so much.

It was schlock, a mockery of his book, and despite knowing it would be a hit and he’d get even more money he couldn’t help how upset he was seeing the changes made without his permission. He’d trusted his management, his publisher, when they said the studio loved his final draft.

They’d all lied.

He got up, blinking back tears, and headed for the nearest bathroom.

He wouldn’t be coming back here again, not after this, and as he ran into the stall he sat down to put his head in his hands.

There was a loud bang as the door opened just as Will started to cry, and someone walked inside the men’s room with their shoes tapping on the floor.

“Mister Graham?”

Lecter.

It was Hannibal Lecter.

They’d never met, not once, as Will couldn’t find it in himself to talk to the star who so embodied Hugh’s character from the moment he’d seen his audition.

Hannibal was Hugh Mikkelsen, his every mannerism perfect, but the horribly writing ruined it enough that Will couldn’t face him.

“I…I’m in the bathroom, Mr. Lecter,” he said, his voice shaking as he sniffled, “It’s not really a good time.”

“I’ve wanted to speak to you, I…”

“Please just…go away.”

The silence that followed was almost too long, and Will felt his eyes well up again as he tried to calm himself. It was so silly to be so upset, and embarrassing to do it in front of Hannibal Lecter.

“I…I understand your upset.”

Will froze, unsure of what to say.

“I’ve read ‘Cannibal’ and…I know the material I’m reading is not what you intended.”

He let out a long breath. “It’s…it’s garbage,” he growled, so angry he felt sick, “They butchered my book, my script , and I…I can’t go back out there. I can’t…I can’t watch this happen.”

“Will,” Hannibal said, “Please, can…can I take you to lunch perhaps? Can I…show you my appreciation at the very least for creating Hugh Mikkelsen? Something? Anything?”

Will got up, opened the door, and looked at Hannibal with a watery smile.

“I’d like that.”

Hannibal smiled, and put his hand on Will’s shoulder.

“I’m glad to have made you smile at least once today.”

As they walked out of the men’s room Will was grateful for the quiet, and when Hannibal led him toward an expensive Bentley in the parking lot outside he was a bit intimidated but only blushed once as Hannibal opened the passenger side for him to get in.

Hannibal turned when he got behind the wheel and they locked eyes.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

They pulled out of the lot, and Will felt like he could finally breathe again when he didn’t see the studio logo in his rearview.

“So,” Hannibal began, not looking his way, “I…I’m certain you think me a bit hypocritical for being on your side in regards to the writing, and yet…still participating in this farce.”

Will frowned. “I…I get it,” he said, “It’s a job and…”

“It’s not that,” Hannibal interrupted, looking at him, “I…I confess I…I was hoping I’d get to meet you at last. You weren’t at my casting, though they said you’d seen a tape, and…I’ve admired you since I finished the book the first time.”

He blushed. “I…oh,” he said, looking away, “Thanks, I guess.”

“You’re a brilliant writer, Will,” Hannibal said, “And…you deserve all the accolades you’ve been given in the past year for ‘Cannibal’ I can hardly wait to see what you write next.”

Will laughed nervously. “After this, I’m not sure I’ll write anything.”

The car stopped abruptly in traffic, and Will looked up sharply as Hannibal grabbed his shoulder, eyes wild.

“BUT YOU MUST! YOU MUST NOT LET THIS GET YOU DOWN! THE WORLD NEEDS YOUR WORDS, WILL! They…” tears filled his eyes, “They need…they need your brilliance.”

Will could hardly breathe as he stared into Hannibal’s eyes.

“I…I don’t know how I can,” he said, his voice shaking, “Not if this movie is out in the world, not if…”

Hannibal’s lip curled. “I…I understand,” he said, as cars honked around them and his voice grew quiet when he pulled forward again, “I…I understand.”

The rest of the car ride was quiet after that, and when they got to the restaurant Will felt like he’d done something wrong. Hannibal was quiet, hardly speaking, and the whole ordeal made him feel that much worse. Will watched Hannibal exit the car when they got back to the studio, leaving him inside, and he got out with tears running down his face not bothering to go follow.

Will went home and drowned his sorrows in the bottle of expensive whiskey the studio had sent weeks before production, and woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. He grabbed his phone, saw it was dead, and sighed loudly plugging it in before he ate bland toast while letting the dogs out to play.

The sound of text messages began not ten minutes later, and Will was confused at how the dings didn’t stop. He got up, walked to his phone, and looked at his messages.

OH MY GOD WILL I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS HAPPENED!

ARE YOU OK?

THEY’RE LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO TAKE OVER DON’T WORRY!

He was confused, and replied to his agent while he opened up the entertainment news.

DIRECTOR JACK CRAWFORD DEAD AT 55

Will froze.

“What?”

He looked at the article, heart beating wildly in his chest, and froze when he read the sentence that made his knees nearly buckle out from under him.

Director Jack Crawford, 55, was found brutally murdered in his Los Angeles home last night.

Will called his agent, tears stinging his eyes, and when Alana picked up she sounded rattled.

“Will, I don’t know what to say.”

Will let out a long breath. “How did it…”

“I’ve heard from…sources…that he was…eviscerated and…his eyes…they were filled with…”

Will closed his eyes.

“Flowers.”

“Yes,” she said, “Just…just like the book.”

He put his hand on his chest.

“Was there anything else? His wife, is she…”

“Bella is unharmed, she was asleep through the whole thing. They think she might’ve been drugged. Will, I hate to bring it up but this means production is on hold till they find someone. They’re looking, but…with the connection…”

Will couldn’t help but smile, and hated himself for it.

“I understand.”

“I’d tell you that this is just a coincidence but…it’s obviously not.”

Will fell back on his bed. “Yeah.”

“The studio won’t let this ruin production, at least not yet, but it’ll be a while.”

“I know.”

“Try to do something good today, alright? Try…”

“Alana,” Will said, “I…I wanted to…ask….why didn’t you tell me about the changes?”

She was quiet.

“I walked in there, thinking I’d see my book and my script come to life but it was so different. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Will…”

Tears filled his eyes. “They had perfect casting, and they just butchered it. I guess,” he laughed, “Someone else agrees if they decided to butcher the director.”

“Will! You…that was uncalled for.”

He let out a long breath. “Sorry, I…I didn’t mean to…sound crass. I just…”

“Things happen in movies, Will,” she said, her voice thick, “Changes happen and…you need to just be happy you got the money and you’ll see Hugh Mikkelsen come to life. You can’t have it all, and…Jack didn’t deserve this.”

“I know, I…I’m sorry.”

“I have to go,” she said, “I have more calls to make. Just…don’t talk to the press yet. We’ll put together a statement.”

“Ok, Alana.”

“Goodbye, Will.”

“Bye.”

She ended the call, and Will couldn’t help the smile that came over his face.

What would Hugh think about this?

He suddenly got a burst of inspiration, and stood walking to his computer. The words came out so fast it was like water, flowing from his fingers, and he was done with the third chapter by lunch.

Dr. Hugh Mikkelsen was going to Hollywood, it seemed.

The idea of using this situation for his next novel might be disrespectful but he wasn’t gonna stop.

And the book could come out in a few years when the outrage quieted down.

He went to get something to eat, but stopped to let the dogs out, and froze when he saw a basket on his back porch.

Will walked up, and picked the card off the handle.

Will -

I apologize for my behavior yesterday, it was uncalled for. Please forgive my rudeness, and I only wish my gift can make you smile. Thank you for giving the world, and me, your beautiful book and I hope you are someday inspired once again.

Yours,

Hannibal Lecter.

The basket was filled with, to Will’s surprise, treats for the dogs and a bottle of his favorite whiskey along with sweaters that looked almost handmade. He smiled, blushing, and saw Hannibal had left another note.

Will -

If this has made you smile please call me at 555-229-0101. I’d love to hear from you.

He frowned, wondering just how long this had been out here, and why Hannibal didn’t mention Jack. Maybe he’d sent it through the delivery service yesterday? Will dialed the number, and whistled for the dogs to come up for treats.

“Will,” Hannibal said, his voice almost a sigh, “I had hoped you would call.”

“How did you know it was me?”

“No one else other than my agent has this number,” he said, making Will blush, “I take it you liked my gifts?”

“Yes, I…thank you. After the news this morning I…”

“Yes,” Hannibal sighed, “Poor Jack. I…he and I may not have seen Hugh Mikkelsen in the same light but he was a very good director. His poor wife is devastated. I sent her a basket as well. It can’t do anything to bring him back, of course, but…”

“You’re too kind,” Will sighed, feeding the dogs more, “I…I was so upset on my ride home last night about my stupid book for the two hour drive and now I feel like such a…”

“Don’t ever disregard your feelings about such a brilliant creation, Will.”

“I just…”

“Your book is perfect,” Hannibal said, his voice sounding strained, “It’s…I’ve never read a more perfect text.”

“Thank you,” Will said, sniffling, “I…I’m glad you…you liked it so much and I…can I let you in on a secret?”

Hannibal paused. “A secret? Of course.”

“I started a sequel,” he said, feeling like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, “I got inspired by…god I can’t believe I’m admitting this…I got inspired by Jack’s death to start it a few hours ago. I’m on chapter three.”

Hannibal gasped. “You…you’re writing again? That’s…that’s wonderful. I…thank you for telling me. I’m very happy to hear it.”

“I probably can’t publish it for a few years but…”

“It doesn’t matter,” Hannibal growled, “You’re writing again and that’s all that matters. I only hope you continue to get inspired. May I ask what the story contains? If you don’t wish to…”

He blushed. “Dr. Mikkelsen’s murders get turned into a movie and he’s so upset about how he’s portrayed that he…he kills the cast and the people involved one by one.”

Hannibal laughed. “That…that is quite the inspiration.”

Will smiled. “You don’t think I’m a monster?”

“A monster? No. Brilliant? Absolutely. I…I can hardly wait to see the book when it’s published and read about Hugh again.”

Will felt tears fill his eyes as he kept smiling. “I mean, you’re my biggest fan. I wouldn’t make you wait. If you want, after I’m done tonight you can come by and read what I have so far.”

Hannibal gasped. “You…you’re certain? I would never ask you for such a thing. It’s…”

“I’d love to show you,” Will said, feeling nervous, “I mean it might suck…”

“It won’t,” Hannibal said, “I…I will be there tonight. I’ll bring dinner, and…I’ll bring everything. Eight o’clock?”

“Yeah, that’s…that sounds great.”

“I’m sure tonight will be a night to remember.”

Will smiled. “I’m sure it will. Have a good day, Hannibal, or try to anyway.”

“After this conversation, Will, I’m not sure I could have anything but a good day. I wish you well on your writing.”

“Thanks, I…goodbye.”

“Goodbye.”

The call ended and Will laughed feeling oddly giddy then froze.

Did he have a crush on Hannibal Lecter?

“Oh god,” he sighed, “I…I have the worst timing.”

As if someone like Hannibal Lecter would ever even look at someone like him that way.

He covered his face as he tried not to panic.

It would be fine.

Hannibal was a fan of his writing, and he’d keep it casual.

Will picked up more treats as the dogs whined, and fed them a few more as he petted every single one of them on the head.

“At least someone loves me,” he said, “Right guys?”

The dogs didn’t answer, because obviously they were dogs, but he still felt like tonight might be a disaster.

Will got a text message and he looked down to see it was a picture sent from Hannibal.

It was a cake, already starting to be decorated and the black and red icing was perfect.

Already preparing for tonight. I hope you’re not allergic to red velvet?

He smiled.

Nope. How did you get that done so fast? Were you already having a party?

I make cakes often in case there’s a need.

That’s weird. I don’t know anyone who makes emergency cakes.

As Hugh Mikkelsen would say, “It’s fine to be weird.”

Will smiled.

He really would.

He felt his heart skip a beat as Hannibal replied with a new picture, the cake decorated with words in perfect script.

A NIGHT TO DIE FOR

It was the same words Hugh Mikkelsen had carved into the body of one of his last kills in Cannibal, and though Will knew he should be a little creeped out he couldn’t help but blush.

I can’t wait.

Neither can I.

All thought of Jack Crawford’s murder disappeared as he walked inside, still smiling, and headed for the computer forgetting about lunch.

And started to write again.

#au gust 2023 #hannigram au #writer will #serial killer actor hannibal #one of my favorites of the whole month

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