Summary= You found him injured in the middle of the night. And, like any good person would do, you helped him. He seems to really like you and your sweet little kitty.
-Will Byers x Reader-
You found him in one of the side streets you always pass through on your way home.
He lay semi-conscious on the floor, leaning against the wall. There was a large wound on his abdomen.
You knew there were some illegal activities on your street. But you'd never met anyone who did that kind of work, until now.
You weren't sure if he was one of the bad guys or if he had a weapon, so you approached cautiously.
His hair, drenched in sweat, fell disheveled over his eyes. His face contorted and he groaned in pain.
Your earlier hesitation was replaced by a nursing instinct. You quickly went to his side and knelt down.
You placed one hand on his face and the other on the wound on his stomach.
"Hey, can you hear me? You're okay, don't worry. I'm calling an ambulance now."
His previously motionless body tensed, and suddenly he raised his hand and grasped your hand on his stomach.
His eyes slightly opened. "No ambulance." You froze at his deep voice and the tight grip on your hand.
In a split-second reflex, you accidentally pressed your hand, which he was still holding, onto his wound.
He groaned in pain. You frowned anxiously, wondering what you could do.
He was clearly a dangerous man. But you couldn't just leave him like that. He didn't want to go to the hospital either, so...
"Look, I'm a nurse, okay? I can take you to my home and treat you." You paused for a moment and bit the inside of your cheek.
"But I want you to promise me something. After you recover, you will leave my house without hurting me in any way."
He fixed his eyes on your face and, after a brief pause, smiled slightly.
"Promise."
//-//
He felt an intense warmth and vibration in his neck and stirred.
When he opened his eyes and tried to move, the wound on his stomach reminded him of his existence. He wasn't expecting to see a fluffy, yellow tail gently wagging before his eyes.
When he closed his eyes and opened them again, a small, round cat with large amber eyes was standing right in front of his nose.
He continued to stare at it in amazement until it purred sweetly.
He lifted his hand, numb from inactivity, and began stroking the cat's neck.
The cat purred contentedly at being petted, while the young man scanned his surroundings with his eyes.
He closed his eyes and frowned as he remembered what had just happened.
Then he thought of you. The angel who came to save him as he waited to die next to a trash can.
The little ball of fluff resting its head on his chest, and the image of you in his mind, calmed his nerves. His eyebrows softened and a smile spread across his face as he heard a door close.
He closed his eyes and waited to see what would happen.
He heard the door slam shut, followed by a low-voiced curse. After a few small rustling sounds, there was a gentle tap on the room door.
When you didn't get a response, you assumed he was still asleep and opened the door.
"Oh baby, did you take good care of our patient, huh?"
Your heart melted when you found your kitten curled up against the man's chest. Your eyes fell on the man's wound.
"You're not hurting him, are you?" He answered with a long meow.
"He's a good boy, he took very good care of me."
You shifted your gaze from him to the man's face. He looked at you with a small smile on his face.
"You're awake. Do you feel better now?" You asked attentively as you stroked your cat's head.
He replied with a little 'hm'. Placing his hand on yours, he said, "Thanks to you."
You first looked at the hand on top of yours, then at his face.
The smile on his face faded when he realized he'd done something wrong. "And.. thanks to him too."
"I specifically left him with you to protect the house."
You interrupted him, looking at him hesitantly. "Besides... cats are like free medicine. Their purring is good for human psychology and brain function."
"It really works," he said, staring at her in amazement. "What's his name?"
With a mischievous curl of the corner of your lip, you spoke seriously. "Adolf."
When his eyes fell on the cat's face again, he understood the reason. The cat was completely yellow except for his whiskers, which were black.
He couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Well, that's understandable, really."
"I made chicken soup. You should eat something," you said, composing yourself and getting up.
"There's no need. I've already bothered you enough. I should go now." He glanced at you briefly as he sat down. "I remember promising you that."
"Of course you'll go." Seeing the expression on his face, you softened your voice, which you thought sounded too harsh.
"But first you need to eat something. You've already lost a lot of blood and haven't eaten anything since last night. I want to finish what I started properly. Then you can go wherever you want."
His eyes looked at you with gratitude and another emotion you couldn't quite understand.
"Thank you very much indeed."
You just nodded your head and went into the kitchen. "Yeah, whatever."
Smiling, he leaned back to the couch and, while waiting for you, took little Adolf into his lap and began to stroke him.
His wound still hurt. But the dressing you applied was very good, and he felt much better now.
He looked up when he saw you approaching with a small tray in your hands.
"Thank you." You nodded and reached out towards Adolf.
"Come here. Leave him alone so he can eat his meal. And so he can be as strong as you."
He's meowed loudly, bigger than his size, and made you both laugh.
After finishing everything on his plate, he looked at you.
You raised an eyebrow and replied, "Would you like some more?"
He looked down, bit his lip, and mumbled, "No, this is enough, thank you."
Finally, he lifted his head and stood up. "I think it's time to go."
You raised your hand and said 'hey,' pointing to his shirt.
He let out a small 'ah' when he realized he weren't wearing anything.
"Your shirt was really bloody. And unfortunately, it's unusable right now. But I can give you one of my oversized hoodies."
Without waiting for a reply, you went to another room.
When you returned a short time later, you were holding a light purple hooded sweatshirt. Noticing he'd stared at it a little too long, you felt the need to explain.
"This was the only option for now. You'll have to make do with it."
"No, no, it's alright. This.. is very nice."
You handed him the hoodie and waited for him to put it on. But because the stitching was still fresh, a small hiss escaped his lips as he pulled up his sleeves.
"Come, let me help." You reached out and touched his shoulder.
You slipped it over his head first, then slowly up his arms.
Trying not to think about how close you were, he fixed his eyes on the wall.
"There it is." As you stepped back, he took a deep breath and mumbled a small thank you.
As you led him towards the door, Adolf, who had claimed him as his own in just one day, followed you. As the man put on his shoes, he smiled kindly when he saw the little kitty approaching him.
"I'll miss you, little man."
You murmured, leaning against the door with your arms crossed. "He'll miss you too, absolutely."
When your eyes met, he stood up and took another step closer to you.
As you watched him with curiosity, he extended his hand. After examining his hand for a moment, you slowly took it.
"Normally this is said at the beginning, but I'm Will. Will Byers. Nice to meet you."
You looked at him with a small smile.
After briefly murmuring your name, you said, "Nice to meet you too, Will."
Hearing his name from your lips made his heart race.
"See you.. maybe?"
"... Maybe."
That was the last thing you said when your eyes met and before he turned and walked away.
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(I don't like this character and the actor. But as I said before, I enjoy writing gay characters and people as straight. And I will continue to do so.)
Summary= You decide to have a little celebration with your cat for your exam results. But you also have a secret admirer who wants to celebrate your success.
-(Dark) Vlad Dracula x Reader-
As usual, he watches from the dark shadows of the room.
Today was a wonderful day. You were happy, therefore he was happy too. Finally, your exams were over, you had reaped the rewards of your hard work.
Sitting at your computer, you shouted with joy when you saw that you had passed your last exam.
With a small but sincere smile on his face, and admiration in his eyes, he watched you. He was proud of you. He always believed you would succeed.
"My beautiful, intelligent love.."
In the midst of your little dance of joy, you heard a whisper. A shiver ran through your body.
Even though you knew there was no one in your room, you looked around. Since your apartment was on the 3rd floor, no one could have come in from outside.
Because you'd been working so much lately, you decided to ignore it, thinking your mind was playing tricks on you.
Seeing your unease, he inwardly reprimanded himself.
He should have been more careful. He couldn't face you yet. At least not now, and not in this way.
Even if he couldn't show himself to you yet, he could still leave a small gift to congratulate you.
Before disappearing into the shadows, he looked at you one last time tonight with longing eyes.
~
You decided to celebrate this small achievement for mankind, but a big one for you, by watching TV and eating chips with your cat Timmy.
Finally, after grabbing a bowl of popcorn, you sat down next to your cat, who was purring impatiently.
You placed the bowl on the table with the other snacks and picked up your cat.
"Are you ready, baby? I'm starting the movie."
He purred contentedly towards your hand stroking his chin, and meowed in approval. You smiled at him.
You reached for the remote when the doorbell rang.
Sighing deeply in disappointment, you put Timmy back on the couch. “Who could it be at this hour, for god's sake!”
When you were wondering who it could be, you didn't expect to find no one there. But there was something waiting for you right in front of the door.
In a pot, a beautifully wrapped purple orchid.
Blinking in surprise, you looked around, wondering if whoever it was was still nearby.
When you realized no one was there, you carefully picked up the pot and took it inside. Timmy, who was still waiting for you on the couch with a bored look on his face, lit up when he saw you coming with something in your hand.
With his large yellow eyes glowing in the dark, he is meowed as he is came to your side. After sniffing the pot and then the flower, he meowed in disappointment.
“I guess this is for me, baby.” You chuckled and stroked his little black head.
As he turned around and headed back toward the couch, you decided to unwrap the package. As you gently untangled the thin strings, you noticed a small white card on the edge of the pot.
Written on it in dark red was “to my beautiful angel...”
You furrowed your brow with curiosity and opened the card. You read what was written inside in the same red tone and elegant handwriting.
I love you from afar.
Without holding your hand,
Without touching your heart,
Without getting lost in your eyes..
In spite of these fleeting loves,
I love you like a man, not like a vagabond..
Your heart started pounding uncontrollably, and a wave of excitement coursed through your body. Your hands trembling, you continued reading.
I love you from afar.
Every word I want to say to you,
I love by breaking them apart on my tongue.
As my words drip drop by drop,
I love on innocent white paper..
You were breathless when you finished.
It just said "V.D" underneath. You were genuinely curious about who had written those beautiful lines.
You hadn't been in a relationship with any man, you weren't even in love with anyone. Besides your classmates at school, you didn't even have a real friend. Your only friend was Timmy.
It was interesting that someone was interested in you. Maybe you were so focused on your studies that you didn't pay attention to your surroundings.
Or maybe whoever this person was, they were just too secretive and shy.
Perhaps you should have been afraid, but you weren't.
You always thought: 'No harm can come from someone who loves poetry, animals, and flowers.'
Moreover, this didn't bother you at all. On the contrary, you liked it.
You took the beautiful purple orchid and placed it on the kitchen table, which didn't get much sunlight.
You ran your fingers over the delicate leaves, then bent down and smelled them.
With a smile on your face, you returned to Timmy's side to continue the night.
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For those interested;
The poem's title is, "I Love You From Afar" (Oyle Uzaktan Seviyorum Seni). Its author is Cemal Sureya.
Purple orchids, represent admiration, nobility elegance and deep respect for someone.💜
Red, is the color of love and passion. (Dark red shows just how intense this love is.)❤️
White is the color that represents purity, softness, and innocence.🤍
(I enjoy reading poetry. If you do too, I recommend this poem; it's very beautiful. All these color schemes are just small, insignificant details. But I think Vlad is that kind of man. A gentleman who loves poetry and flowers. To the friend who requested part 2, I apologize for the delay. And I hope you all enjoy it ♡)
I received a message today. I thought I had explained it clearly enough, but I guess I need to address it further.
All my writings will be in the "female x male" format. No exceptions. Please read my rules before reading my fanfiction. I don't write anything about LGBT issues. If you're going to send a request, keep that in mind. I will ignore such requests.
Summary= Every girl wants a guy like Eric in her life. Kind, sweet, gentlemanly, respectful, funny, handsome. He's a 10/10. Right..?
-Eric Draven x Reader-
Eric was a regular customer of your little florist.
His height, tattooed body, and clothing style initially intimidated you. You remember the day he first came to your shop.
He looked quite out of place among the delicate and elegant flowers. It was as if he had gotten lost and come here by mistake. Because of his appearance, you might have thought he was one of those street thugs.
After looking around, he made eye contact with you, and you noticed his stern facial features softer.
"Hello ma'am. Do you have lavender?"
After that, he started coming every day.
Actually, once you realized how kind, gentle, and sweet he was, your prejudices against him began to crumble.
Over time, you became friends.
Sometimes he would come early in the morning and help you with your work in the shop, no matter how much you objected. Despite his cold exterior, he had a heart of gold.
He was very easy to talk to. He would usually listen to your chatter silently, smiling. Sometimes he would join in with little jokes.
Interestingly, he knew a lot about flowers. You had also learned that, just like you, his favorite flower was lavender.
When the little bell above the door rang, you dropped the cloth you were holding and looked up. A huge smile spread across your face when you saw who it was.
"Heyy, my favorite lavender man is here! How are you doing today?"
You walked around the table to him and, as usual, greeted him with kisses on both cheeks.
He respectfully placed his hand on your upper back and leaned towards you so you could reach him more easily.
A sweet little smile appeared on his face. "I'm fine now."
You raised your eyebrows meaningfully and pursed your lips. You gently tapped his chest and gested towards the chair.
"You can sit down. I have a few things to take care of, then we'll go."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked, ignoring what you had said.
Sighing at his insistence, you placed both hands on his chest and gently pushed him back. Normally, you would never have the strength to do that, but he obeyed and sat down in the chair behind him.
He was so tall that you could only be at his level when he's sitting. You touched his chin with one hand and spoke softly.
"I just want you to sit there and wait for me like a good boy. Can you do that for me?"
A glint crossed his eyes when he heard the words "good boy." He swallowed hard while your hand was still on his chin.
His eyes briefly flicked to your lips, then locked back onto your eyes.
He chuckled softly and nodded. "As you wish, ma'am."
While he watched your every move from where he was sitting, you were getting your work done.
As you tried to ignore the stares, a mischievous smile spread across your face as a thought crossed your mind.
You opened the small drawer next to the table and picked up what you'd made for Eric.
Clearing your throat, you got his attention. You walked over to the chair in front of him and smiled.
"I have something for you."
He watched you with curious eyes. You pulled your hands out from behind your back and showed them to him.
A crown of small lavender flowers was the last thing he expected.
His eyes widened in surprise, looking first at you, then at the flower crown.
"You.. you- want me to put it on you?"
"No, I want to put it on you."
A small 'huh?' escaped his lips in surprise.
"You made this for me?"
"Of course I made it for you, who else would it be for?" You giggled.
When he still didn't do anything, your smile faded, thinking he didn't like it.
"But if you don't like it, you don't have to wear it, of course."
His eyes rose towards you, and his answer was quick. "I love it."
"I know it's not really your style, I just thought you'd like this because you like lavender."
You bit your lip and lowered your eyes to his chest. "You come to help me every day even though you don't have to, you take me home to make sure I'm safe."
He corrected you. "I'm accompanying you home."
This little detail brought a smile to your face.
He was always a gentleman. Unlike most other men, he respected you. He didn't think you were weak just because you were a woman. He never crossed the line.
All of this made you love him even more.
"I feel I should thank you for all of this-"
"I'm not doing all of this for you to thank me. I'm doing it because you've given me permission and because I know it's the right thing to do."
Your mouth dropped open, you didn't know what to say.
"Well, thank you anyway. And you don't have to wear it. It's silly." A little shy laugh escaped your lips.
His hands gently grasped yours. You tried to ignore how large and warm they were compared to yours. He took the delicate crown and placed it on top of his head.
You stared at him in astonishment.
"This is the most precious thing in the world to me. If you want it, I'll wear it all the time."
While you stayed where you were, he got up and picked up your bag and coat.
"If you're finished, let's go."
After regaining your composure, you nodded and approached him. Saying 'with your permission,' he placed your coat over your shoulders.
You thanked him briefly, put on your coat, and picked up your bag.
After closing and locking the shop, you took his arm and started walking home.
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Shelly(love her) isn't in this.
(I'm thinking of writing a part 2, and it's going to be dark. That's why it says 'dark/yandere' in the tags. I can't write a chapter too long, so I split it into two parts. Actually, I was torn between whether it should be something soft and healthy, or dark romance. And I thought, why not both? Anyway, it didn't turn out quite as I wanted and I couldn't edit it. Still, I hope you like it. ♡)
I love the dark/yandere/mafia themes. As with the Hector and Lando fics, I will write about this.
But this one will be more of a "lion to others, kitty to you" type.
I will not write in a sadistic, manipulative (maybe), blackmailing and noncon/dubcon style. These things really bother me.
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There are some things I hate seeing in the fanfics I read. And I won't write about them (except maybe for dark fics).
1-) A reader who forgives a cheating character. That's a big no. Even in fiction, I can't accept that. Because someone who does it once, will do it again. If such an event occurs in fiction, I think it should be called "dark" fic.
2-) I don't like it when a character's real-life girlfriend is portrayed as a villain in fics. E.g, Charles Leclerc's gf (fiancée) Alexandra. Or Jude Bellingham's gf Ashlyn. If you hate them simply because they're with your favorite celebrities, then just pretend they don't exist. Just because you don't like them, doesn't mean you have the right to insult them.
3-) In almost every work of fics, I see the reader behaving foolishly. E.g, when a girl is kidnapped, she tries to escape even though she knows she can't get away and will be punished. I just ask, why? Couldn't she act intelligently? Couldn't she have remained calm and made a plan?
4-) And again, unfortunately, one of the things I encounter in many fanfics: the male character is jealous of the girl because of another man. But what's this? That man is gay! there's nothing to be jealous of. Why does this have to happen in every fanfics? If a girl has a best male friend, does he always have to be gay? Maybe he's like an older brother to her. Maybe he likes another girl, maybe he's married, maybe he's engaged??
5-) Deliberately trying to make the person you're in a relationship with, or someone you like, jealous? Cringe. If you truly love someone, you wouldn't intentionally try to upset/hurt them.
6-) I think this is probably what I hate the most: using sexual encounters as an excuse to humiliate someone. I really hate that. If the man I love humiliated me during sex, I would instantly slap him in the face and leave (e.g. whore/slut). In something as important as sex, if talking is absolutely necessary, it should be done in a gentle and kind way.
I'll try not to write about these things in my fics.
Summary= He can win the world but it means nothing without you.
-(Dark) Lando Norris x Reader-
"You didn't come."
Lando had won the F1 championship.
You had followed him on TV. You were truly proud of him. And you wanted to be there for him when it mattered most.
But unfortunately, life wasn't as fair as Lando winning the championship.
You've known him for about a year now. You're not friends, but you're not lovers either, no matter how much Lando insists you be the latter.
You'd always been an introvert.
At first, you were cautious about opening up to him. After all, you knew who he was. You'd see his name in the magazines a lot. He'd always be caught leaving a posh nightclub with a different model.
The wanted man of the nights, Lando Norris.
He'd been flirting with you ever since you met. You never reciprocated. You'd rather be a casual friend than one of his meaningless one-night stands.
He didn't usually push your limits, but sometimes he could act with his emotions instead of his mind.
He was like a spoiled child who got cranky when he didn't get his way.
Just like now.
"You shouldn't be here."
"I told you to come."
"I'm not taking orders from you, Lando," you said, frowning.
"Order?" He laughed sarcastically, taking a step closer.
His eyes were red, whether from crying or alcohol, you couldn't tell. Or maybe both.
His face grew serious. He closed the door and stepped all the way inside.
"I needed you. I needed you there. You were the only one I wanted to celebrate that fucking championship with."
You took a step back, trying to put some distance between you two.
“You’re supposed to do this with your girlfrie-"
"That's why I wanted you there."
"I'm not your girlfriend," you said seriously.
You noticed his eye twitching. You sighed and continued, your voice softer.
"I wish I were there, Lando. But that would lead to ridiculous rumors. And I didn't want to deal with that."
"You didn't come," he said, ignoring what you said.
"I watched. I saw you win. Lando. I'm so proud of you."
His eyes lit up for a moment after your last words. He always loved your praise. He'd done stupid things before just to get your praise.
But this time, those words wouldn't soften him. He took another step, pressing your back against the wall.
"Why don't you love me? We've known each other for months, and you still don't trust me. Ever since I met you, it's only been you. I've never looked at any other girl." His voice trailed off.
"I can't.. I can't when I'm thinking about nothing but you."
This was the first time he had spoken so openly. His eyes were staring with such intensity that it was overwhelming.
"Lando, you shouldn't be saying things like that. You should be celebrating with the others right now-"
"Fuck the others! I just want to be with you."
His eyes, filled with tears, were so intense. You struggled to keep your gaze from wandering away.
"Lando.."
"I'd give you the world. I'd give you everything."
He raised his hands to your face, but no matter how much he wanted to touch them, he couldn't. He bit his lips hard enough to make them bleed.
He closed his eyes, then opened them. A shiver ran through your body when you saw his eyes gleam with something darker.
"I'm not a bad guy, my love. If I were, I'd kiss you until you were out of breath right now. And you have no idea how much I want it. Even if you pushed me away and told me you didn't want it, I'd keep going."
You couldn't do anything but stare at his chest, your eyes shining with tears.
He leaned his face towards your neck and took a deep breath. He swallowed as if he was barely holding himself back.
Still, he didn't touch you. He leaned closer to your ear and continued his dark words.
"I would take you somewhere no one could find me and worship you for the rest of my life. I would worship every inch of you, individually and with care.."
He took a step back to meet your eyes. Obsession, devotion, and hunger were in his eyes.
"If I were a bad guy, I would do those things even if I knew the only feeling you would have for me would be hatred. "
But when he saw a tear fall from your eyes, all those feelings were replaced by a deep compassion.
"But I'm not, love. Even this small space between us right now makes me feel like I'm miles away from you. But I'm not doing anything. I'm not doing anything to hurt or upset you. I would never do it."
He reached up to your face with one hand trembling, and gently wiped your tears away, afraid and nervous of your reaction.
"Even if it kills me, I'd rather be your friend than have you hate me. No matter how hard it is not being able to touch you, kiss you, or hold you in my arms.. I can bear it."
He looked into your eyes one last time before pulling away and walking out the door.
“But I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up, love. I’m not a very patient boy, you know that.”
After opening the door, he paused as if a thought had occurred to him.
Without turning around, he sighed and took something out of his pocket, placing it on the small table next to the door. And slammed the door behind him.
Finally, taking a deep breath, you sank to the floor. You sat leaning against the wall for a moment, tears streaming freely from your eyes.
When you decided it was time to get up, your eyes fell on what Lando had placed on the table.
And you sobbed uncontrollably. You picked up the small purple violet, crumpled but still meaningful.
You fell asleep with the little violet in your hand, helplessly wondering what would happen next.
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(Lando isn't my favorite driver. I'm more of a Max fan. But when I think about writing this kind of stuff, Lando is one of the first people that comes to mind. It didn't turn out exactly how I imagined it, but I'll post it anyway.)
Summary= On the first day of your new school, unexpected things happen.
-Patrick Blanco x Reader-
She stood in front of the door with her hands in her pockets, watching the large and magnificent building with indifferent eyes.
New country, new culture, new school and a new life..
It wasn't her decision. This was what her family wanted.
They'd made the decision only a few months ago. They'd given her excuses like it would be a good change for her and that she'd make new friends.
She didn't have big dreams. She'd grown up in a middle-income family, in good circumstances. They'd moved in quickly a week ago when her mother had been accepted for the job she'd wanted for years.
She knew her family wanted the best for her. She didn't want to upset them.
So, as soon as she heard the news, she started learning the language. Because it's one of the simplest languages in the world, it took less than a month. She explored the city's culture, its people, and its attractions.
A loud voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Hey!"
She saw a dark-skinned boy with long blonde hair approaching her, grinning.
"You must be the new student. I'm Toni, I can show you around the school if you'd like."
He held out his hand and waited. But all he got in return was a straight face and a blank stare.
"Thank you. I can handle it myself."
As she headed towards the school without even a glance at the boy, a disappointed voice followed by loud laughter came from behind her.
Things were different here than in her home country. She exhaled lightly and continued walking through the school corridors.
With every step, she observed the people she saw. They hung out as if they were at a bar rather than a school. The teachers didn't seem to care much either. It was clear that the discipline she had in her home country was completely absent here.
It seemed like getting used to this place was going to be harder than she thought.
She continued on her way, ignoring the eyes she felt on her.
She paused when she realized she'd reached the sinks.
As she reached out to open the door, she heard a faint groan. As her hand hung in the air, she tilted her head slightly to the side, trying to hear more clearly.
Her eyebrows furrowed slightly when she heard the sounds of heavy breathing coming from the men's section.
Just as she was about to go in, thinking something was wrong, she remembered the people practically having sex in the hallway.
She rolled her eyes at the prospect of seeing such a sight.
As she spun on her heel, she heard another pained sound.
She closed her eyes and thought to herself: If she'd seen a girl kneeling inside and a boy moaning with pleasure, she'd have washed her eyes out with bleach.
But if there was someone inside who was truly in trouble and something happened to that person because she ignored the possibility, she could never forgive herself.
She slowly opened the door and hesitantly looked in.
There was a boy on the floor next to the sink, his hand on his chest, trying to breathe.
She went immediately to him, knelt down, put her hand on his chin and lifted his face.
"Hey, you're okay, it's okay."
When she realized he was having a panic attack, she wondered what to do. She didn't know what to do in such situations. But instinctively, she tried to reassure him.
"Just breathe slowly, okay?"
Through wet lashes, his eyes caught hers.
She placed her hand over the one squeezing his breast. She loosened it with a gentle caress. She gently caressed his breast with one hand while massaging his wrist with the other.
His breathing evened out and his body relaxed.
"Are you feeling better?"
His eyes opened and he looked at the girl in front of him for the first time while he was conscious.
"Am I dead?"
Her eyebrows furrowed. The corners of the boy's mouth twitched playfully.
"I never dreamed I could go to heaven."
She nodded and removed her hand from his chest.
"I think you're very okay now."
His hand quickly rose and grabbed the girl's wrist. There was no trace of his previous state anymore.
His eyes were wide, staring at her in a way she couldn't quite comprehend. Without taking his eyes off hers, he placed a small kiss on the back of her hand.
"Gracias."
"No matter, anyone would have done the same-"
He interrupted sharply.
"Not everyone would have done the same. There were those who came before you and saw me in this state."
Her eye twitched when she thought of those who saw someone in such pain and didn't help.
After a moment's pause, his eyes softened and he continued in a low voice.
"But an angel had to save me," he said, still holding her hand.
"You're exaggerating.. Anyway, I have to go now. You can take care of yourself, right?"
He snapped out of his somber mood and returned to his playful self. He bit his lip and gave her an unsure look.
"I don't know, I think I still feel bad. Maybe if you hug me, I'll feel better. Or maybe.. a little kiss?"
She stood up with a stern and indifferent look.
"I wish you a good day, sir. Take care."
She turned away, leaving the boy to deal with the strange emotions he was feeling.
Still sitting, he stared at the door for a long moment.
He placed a hand on his heart, which was beating faster than usual. He knew it wasn't from his earlier panic attack. This was different.
He let out a small laugh.
Insignificant as it was to her, he couldn't let this kindness go unanswered.
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MASTERLİST
(I will write gay characters and celebrities as straight. As far as I can see, there is no problem in portraying non-gay people as gay. Then this is also quite normal.😙)
*I don't like this character and this series. But he is a really pretty guy and that's how I picture him. And since unfortunately there are no "x fem reader", I decided to change that. Those who are uncomfortable should not read, that's what I do.
Summary= Romance behind doors and in lines of poetry.
-V for Vendetta x Reader-
You turned off the stove and walked quickly towards the door.
You're not surprised there's no one on the other side of the door. When you looked down, you saw a small envelope and a white rose sitting on top of it.
You didn't bother to look around to see if anyone was around.
You sighed, bent down, picked up the things on the floor, and entered the house.
You sat on the couch and opened the envelope, wondering what poem he had written this time.
~
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this,
in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
~
A smile appeared on your face at the end of the lines written in elegant handwriting.
You picked up the rose you'd left on the table.
You didn't know who he was. You hadn't seen his face. You hadn't heard his voice. But the roses and beautiful poems he sent you every day were enough to impress you.
You went to the kitchen and placed it in the vase filled with white roses on the table.
This routine had been going on for two months. And you wondered how long it would continue.
At first, you'd tried really hard to figure out who he was. But this gentleman really knew how to disguise himself.
Because he didn't invade your space or bother you, you never considered reporting him to the police. You actually liked it.
The only problem was, you wanted to meet him.
But he didn't seem to have the courage to confront you unless you made it clear.
Maybe it was your turn to leave poems and roses on your doorstep.
-
He came to your home, as he did every night. To make sure you was safe and at peace.
He waited until the bedroom light went out.
Just as he was about to turn around, he saw a small glow on the floor in front of the door. He approached slowly and knelt down.
Seeing a white rose on a small envelope, he raised his eyebrows in curiosity.
He opened the envelope to see that you answered him in him own way.
~
I love you for giving your heart to me and trusting me with your pride I love you for wanting me and needing me by your side
~
Your confession made his heart race, a smile appearing on his face that only appeared when the topic concerned you.
Even though you never knew him, you were telling him you loved him.
He brought the rose, which he knew had been touched by your beautiful hands, to his nose and inhaled its scent deeply. Imagining that it was you.
He gently placed the envelope in his pocket and the rose on his lapel.
With one last look toward the door, he walked away, proudly carrying your gift across his chest.
Summary= The needy, hopelessly in love, thoughtful, handsome and sweet vampire guy every girl dreams of ♡.
- Vlad Dracula x Reader -
He looked at the woman he loved, sleeping peacefully in her bed, unaware of everything.
She had slept later than usual that night.
His beautiful angel was working hard. She was a senior in college and struggling with exam stress.
He bent down beside the bed and looked at her fingers, worn from holding a pen. He sighed sadly.
He was proud of her for having goals and striving to achieve them.
He was happy that she could stand on her own feet without needing anyone.
He was in love with this strong, hardworking, intelligent and perfectly perfect woman.
But it wasn't good for her to be so hard on herself and forget to rest while focusing on her studies.
When he left her alone, she would either fall asleep at the table or try to stay awake by drinking coffee until morning.
Because he couldn't stand seeing her like this, he would add a small amount of sleeping pills to her coffee cup.
Normally, his methods of neutralizing people were harsher. But she wasn't just anyone. She was the only person who mattered to him in his worthless life.
She was his beautiful angel who didn't even know he existed.
So he used this more humane and completely painless method. Before she could finish her first glass, her head would fall onto the table and she would fall asleep.
He would gently pick her up and lay her down on the bed.
He reached for her hand, trembling, with tears of devotion in his eyes. He began to gently massage the spot he knew hurt.
He tried not to touch her unless necessary. He didn't want to know how she would feel if she knew he'd touched her without her permission.
If she knew that a man she didn't know was sneaking into her room every night and watching her, she would think he was a disgusting pervert.
A shiver ran through his body at the thought. He looked at the small, soft hand in his palm.
Unable to stop himself, he leaned down and gently kissed each of her fingers. A tear fell from his closed eyes and touched the girl's hand, causing his to flinch.
Frowning, he quickly but carefully wiped her hand away.
He couldn't help himself. He shouldn't have infect her with his disgusting nature.
He slowly let go of her hand and stood, covering her with the blanket.
Momentarily distracted, he leaned toward her face. He looked longingly at the beautiful face of the girl who was sleeping peacefully with her mouth slightly open.
He smiled with intense devotion and passion in his eyes. Then, muttering softly, he vanished into the night.
Tbh there are some people who I think are overrated. Eg,
Henry Cavill
No hate. Yes, he's a handsome guy. But not the best in the world. Or maybe he just doesn't strike me as attractive at all. He's just an average, good-looking guy.
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Bucky (Sebastian Stan) and Steve (Chris Evans).
No hate. (Yes hate for cringe shippers.) Bucky is not bad. (Still overrated) But I think Steve's looks are overrated. He's really not attractive. His character is the same. Personally, I like Tony more than them. As for Bucky, I saw so many stories about him without actually knowing who he was that I thought he was really amazing. But when I researched it, I was frankly disappointed.
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Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert
Yes hate. They're both disgusting. Elena's a whore who sleeps with her boyfriend's brother. Damon's a bastard who sleeps with his brother's girlfriend. And it's called "love." Poor Stefan.
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Lewis Hamilton
No hate. I'm not a die-hard F1 fan, but this guy is seriously overrated. I'm not talking about his career or his accomplishments. Almost everyone talks about how hot he is. But really?? Why can't I see it? I mean, he has a nice body. But that's about it.
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Michael Myers
Yes hate. I already don't like the canon Michael in the movie. But thanks to the fanfics written about him, I completely hate him.
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Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington
Yes hate. I think they're unnecessarily overrated. I don't like the series anyway. But I see a lot of fics written about them. I find them both repulsive. This is both because of their characters and because of their fans. (especially the cringe fans who ship them)
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Pedro Pascal
No hate. I just really don't understand why he is so loved.
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Sam and Dean Winchester
No hate. There are so many people who think they're handsome. (That's why there are so many fics about them.) But they're not. At least, to me, they're not really interesting.
Summary= You're not stupid enough to believe in a football player's love. But he's too stubborn to give up on you.
-Pablo Gavi x Reader-
It was a beautiful sunday evening. You had planned a movie night with your cat Nana, to unwind from the week.
Working as a physiotherapist at one of the world's biggest clubs wasn't easy.
You weren't a rookie by any means. As a young woman of 25, you were better than many of your colleagues. But everyone around you was professional, and dealing with the whims of the players could be a real challenge.
But one boy in particular was trying to make your job even harder than it already was.
Pablo Gavi.
He'd flirt with you every time he saw you. He'd skip training and come to you, claiming he was injured. You'd maintain your professionalism, do your job, and not respond.
He was like a spoiled little kid. Even if you didn't say it outright, it was clear you weren't interested.
To be honest, you weren't uninterested, but you didn't want to risk your job.
If you returned his attention and anyone found out, you'd definitely be fired.
But there was another reason. Even if your job wasn't an issue, you still wouldn't be with him.
Even though you'd only been doing this for a few years, you'd gotten to know the players pretty quickly.
You didn't trust men in general, but being football players was definitely a disadvantage. They had a bad reputation.
You didn't think Pablo was any different.
These were the thoughts running through your mind as a movie you weren't paying attention to played on the television. Nana, on the other hand, was sleeping recklessly next to you on the couch.
As your hands caressed her head, your eyes fell on the daisies in the vase on the dining table.
The flowers Pablo picked for you from the garden in front of the stadium.
It wasn't elaborate, it was a small, worn bouquet, but the purpose was clear.
He handed it to you with a wide smile on his face, and you took it with a short thank you and a small smile.
That smile was insignificant to you, but it was precious enough to leave a deep blush on Pablo's face and make his heart race.
You sighed, remembering the memory.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Before you could even begin to wonder who it was, you heard a loud knock.
A little nervously, you put on your cardigan over your pajamas and walked towards the door.
Your tension eased when you looked through the peephole and realized who it was.
You slowly opened the door and asked with a little curiosity and a little worry.
"Pablo, what are you doing here at this hou-"
Before you could finish your sentence, Pablo stumbled towards you. You grabbed his waist to keep him from falling.
He looked up at you through his messy hair. You gulped when you saw his eyes and nose were red. His eyelashes were wet.
Your heart ached when you realized he had been crying.
He placed one of his hands on your doorframe and brought the other one closer to your face.
"Mi flor.."
You nodded, ignoring the way your heart sped up when you heard the usual nickname.
He pulled back and leaned against the wall next to the door. “You’re drunk. How did you get here alone-”
"Why don't you love me?"
He asked in a low voice, his head leaning back against the wall.
You looked at him in surprise, not expecting such a question.
You blinked and ignored his question. "Pablo, you're really drunk. I'll call you a taxi."
He ran a hand through his hair and started laughing.
"Dios mío, de verdad que soy patético, ¿verdad?" he muttered to himself.
After he stopped laughing, he moved closer to you and leaned into your face. His face, unlike the smile he had just had, was serious. But his eyes held pain.
He looked more sober than he had just moments ago.
"You're ignoring me. You're ignoring my love. Do you enjoy seeing me suffer?"
"Pablo-"
"You're the cruelest woman I've ever seen."
He said smiling as tears flowed from his eyes.
He reached his hands up to your face and touched your cheeks with trembling fingers. His hands began to gently caress your face as his eyes roamed all over your face.
"Everyone knows. They say I'm a hopeless case. They tell me to give up on you. As if that's even possible." He said between sobs.
"I tried. I'm still trying. They told me I could have any girl I wanted. A lot of girls came up to me tonight. I tried to touch them. I couldn't. Because you're the only girl I want to do that to. You're the only one I want to love, I want to touch, I want to hold, the only one I want to be with for the rest of my life- It's hurts."
You couldn't take it anymore. Your hands reached up to his face and wiped his tears.
"Pablo, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for hurting you. I didn't think it was this.. deep."
You moved your hands from his cheeks and wrapped them around his neck. His arms instantly wrapped tightly around your waist.
He buried his face in your neck, taking deep breaths.
You caressed his hair with one hand and placed small kisses on his shoulder. You continued to hug him until his sobs subsided.
Even though the night didn't go as planned, it was a start for some things to become clear.
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MASTERLİST
(I have so many writing ideas in my mind, but I can't decide who to write about. This is one of them, and I finally decided to write for Pablo. He's not my favorite, but I thought this topic suited him better than my favorites.)
