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nonidol!daniela avanzini x fem!reader

🫆— request;; daniela really likes you but is scared of that emotional baggage she carries forward with her, hoping this love will help her move forward.

warnings: mentions of jonah 😂(sorry), oops jonah is the ghost that haunts sorry, angst?, daniela self sabotages

a/n: i think it’s weird when people accuse fan fiction of being ai

NOW PLAYING… ‘all my ghosts’ LIZZY MCALPINE

the soft hum of the buzzing lights in the tiny gas station was the only thing filling the ambiance in the air. daniela walked with her hands in her coat, her eyes settling on the last bag of trollis hanging on the shelf.

“thank god.” she said under her breath.

you happened to peak over, grabbing a twix bar.

“chocolates are better you know?” you said to her, looking over at her, daniela’s gaze meeting yours.

“yeah? how so?”

“they’re more.. chocolatey.” your words coming out in a soft hum, a smile appearing on daniela’s face.

don’t. run.

her eyes flinched slightly, feeling an unsettling presence around her. she turned around, to see jonah behind her, a more foggy version of him, as a ghost.

“you know better, daniela.” jonah spoke, leaning on the shelf.

she shook it off, rubbing her eyes, seeing as he was gone. she whipped her head, you were distracted, picking out a different candy. daniela took that as her option to get the hell out of the store.

she stumbled backwards, placing the candy there on the shelf, she rushed out the store.

“i- i said to quit following me already.” daniela spoke, fumbling inside her coat pocket for her keys. she unlocked her car, settling inside, as she ran her hands over her face.

“you always do this, jonah. get the hell out of my head.” she spoke to herself, mumbling under her breath.

the sound of her car engine was loud enough to make you snap out of a trance or twix or kitkat, you looked over to the unknown woman, to only see she was gone.

“how long was i trying to decide..” you mumbled under your breath.

“i didn’t even get her name.”

you huffed, grabbing the twix, and the trollis she had left.

———

the next time you guys ran into each other was in the cereal aisle, same store, different area. how sweet!

“you disappeared on me, like as if you were a ghost. also get frosted flakes theyre so good.” you said, speaking, leaning against the shelf slightly.

“ironic, hm?” she mumbled, “you wouldn’t know.”

“i would like to know.” you fired back.

“maybe it’s for the better you don’t.” she blurted, looking up at you.

“just give me a chance.” you pleaded, you reached into your pocket, taking the two day old trollis, you grabbed a marker from a nearby shelf. you wrote your number down on it.

“just text me, i’ll take you on a date, all expenses paid by me.”

don’t.

“don’t do it, dani.” jonah said as he swarmed around, going next to you.

“so? just text me, okay?” you said leaving the store quietly.

“why do you never let me try and date, i broke things off, i should be haunting you.”

“because dani, we both know you’re not over me.”

“i am.” she snapped, her tone getting louder. before realizing she looked probably insane talking to herself, she looked around seeing as nobody was even bothered by her.

“why her even? because she’s nice?” jonah complained, swooshed around the shelves.

“because she’s different, she trying to make it seem like she cares unlike you did.”

“yeah cause she’s a girl.” jonah laughed.

“shut up. it’s not cause she’s a girl, she tries.” daniela said, as she looked over to see, he was gone, once again.

“fuck, i’m crazy.” she said grabbing a random cereal box, and going to the check out. she stood there dumbfounded, scanning the frosted flakes, hell she doesn’t even like frosted flakes. she just remembered you saying that you liked them.

daniela looked down at the gummy worms in her hand, and shoved them into the bag.

———

after a while she gained confidence enough to text you and set up a plan to meet, and well she decided on going to the nearest beach.

she wore a bikini top, that covered just enough to seem appropriate for a first ‘date’, with some jeans shorts, and sandals.

you wore a loose grey shirt, with jean shorts, and ur birkins, matching daniela slightly. walking along the shore line, she looked over to you, seeing as you were already looking at her.

“this is nice.” she hummed softly, moving closer to you.

“yeah it’s peaceful.” you smiled at her, nudging her playfully, a small smile appearing on both your faces.

the sky had gone from a fury of pink and blue and purple color to a darker blue signifying the coming of the night. you both walked alongside each other getting to know each other, sandals in hand, the now cold sand beneath their feet.

“you like this place? like the whole beach?” you asked, looking ahead of you.

“the beach is kind of my thing, i come here when i need to clear my head, have fun with my friends, or just in my free time really.”

you smiled to yourself, as you could feel yourself purposely brush her hand. and she knew it, dani knew what you trying to do.

yet she didn’t try and pull away, she didn’t feel the need to. she felt safe with you and complete again.

“you’re not tense like you were in at the bodega.” you spoke to her.

“maybe it’s the ocean.” lie. jonah wasn’t even trying to bother her, that’s why she seemed lighter.

“or maybe it’s you.” you spoke to her, finally intertwining your fingers with hers together.

but if it was her, it meant, she would self sabotage herself.

and that’s exactly what happened.

when it got colder and the waves began to swoosh harder onto the sand, you both had decided to just go cruise around til then.

the second you shut her door, jonah had appeared in the back seat.

“you enjoying her so far? she’ll find out about me eventually.” he said smug, manspreading.

“shut up, leave.” she said, looking at you throw the rear view mirror, seeing you were coming back.

you opened your door, an settled in.

“where would you like to go to first?” you asked a soft smile, placing your hand on the gear shift, driving off.

“anywheres fine.” she said in a low hum. her energy shifting.

a long quiet moment happened.

“you’re distant now. you’re very hard to read.” you said, hand gripping the steering wheel, keeping your eyes on the road.

“i’m not.” dani fought softly,

“she’s figuring it out.” jonah spoke.

“daniela,” you spoke a soft tone in your words.

“you don’t know me.”

“i want to.” you said immediately after she spoke, as if you knew what she was going to say.

“she’ll get tired eventually.” jonah spoke, fixing his fitted cap.

“it’s a waste of time, you’ll leave.” daniela spoke a lump in her throat growing.

“that’s not for you to decide but me. you haven’t given me a chance long enough. i won’t leave, i’m still here.”

daniela looked over at you, and suddenly it went quiet, everyone went quiet. and in that moment, she decided to not listen to her ghosts, but to you.

“i’m here, daniela.”

That was the only word that fit how you felt.

You didn’t know how long you had been running, or how long you had been crying—only that it had been long enough for your legs to finally give out and your throat to burn, raw and dry. Every emotion had been wrung from you, leaving nothing behind. No anger. No sadness. Just a hollow stillness where feelings used to be.

You had asked yourself why over and over again.


Why he chose her.
Why they never told you.
Why the whispers of the townspeople had been right all along.

And now you didn’t know what to do.

Do you keep going?
Do you go back?
Or do you die here—broken, empty, and alone?

You wanted to keep moving, but your malnourished body screamed in protest. So you stopped. In a dark, quiet clearing, you sank to the soft grass beneath you, panting, your gaze unfocused as it drifted over nothing in particular. You’d been like this for a while now—thirty minutes, maybe more. Time had lost its meaning.

Only when your eyes began to itch, stinging from tears and unblinking exhaustion, did you think that maybe closing them would help. Just for a moment. It didn’t matter if you never woke up—as long as you could finally rest.

When you finally shut your eyes, relief washed over you. Heavy, comforting. Sleep tugged at you, pulling you down into the quiet you so desperately needed.

…CRACK.

The sharp snap of a breaking stick shattered the calm.

Your eyes flew open as fear surged through your chest. Your heart raced, your body stiff, limbs sluggish as if they barely belonged to you. You scanned the darkness, desperate to catch any movement—any shadow—but all you saw were bushes and blackened shapes swallowed by night.

“H-Hello?” you called, your voice hoarse and fragile. “Is… anyone there?”

The sound echoed uselessly into the void. No answer. You swallowed, trying to convince yourself it was nothing. An animal, maybe. A deer passing through.

You were just about to close your eyes again when a voice answered you.

“Why hello, gorgeous.”

That was not what you expected.

You looked up—and froze.

Before you hovered a woman bathed in soft pink, beautiful from head to toe. Glowing wings carried her effortlessly above the ground, their shimmer illuminating the darkness around her. Your jaw slackened, eyes wide as disbelief took hold.

Are you dead?


Is she… an angel?

She noticed your stunned expression and let out a gentle giggle, floating closer until her presence filled your vision.

“Don’t be alarmed, sweetness,” she said warmly. “I’m not here to hurt you. I only wanted to welcome you.”

She smiled, eyes glowing with something unreadable.

“Welcome you… to my Garden of Sloth.”

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Whoa! Part 2!!!

I wonder who we ran into, and what they have in store….any guesses?

Running into Toji, an older man at the club?

nsfw, 18+ mdni

It was your twenty-first birthday, the legal age where you can get into clubs, bars and drink without a pesky fake ID, and of course you were celebrating with your closest friends, Shoko and Utahime. Pre-Gaming in the back of the uber as you fix Utahimes makeup while you talk to the man driving, Shoko scrolling through her phone.

The cab drags to the side of the road as the driver pulls over, “have a fun night, girls.” he murmurs, receiving the online payment as you all stepped out the cab. Pulling down your skimpy dress that Shoko bought you for this specific night.

They drag you to the security guy guarding the door, all of you showing your ID’s, earning a grunt from the man as he moves out of the doorway, undoing the chain and letting you walk through. You all walk in, the hallway darkening as you walk deeper, turning a corner to all the neon lights and disco balls reflecting colours, along with a busy bar, tables, and dance floor.

Shoko turns to look at you and Utahime, “Drink first, then dance?” which earns her a collective nod, the three of you walking over to the very occupied bar, “could we grab a round of vodka shots?” she asked the tender, who nodded as the three of you sat at the bar, Utahime in the middle.

You look around the place, it was huge, one reason it was so popular was because of its sheer size. You turn back to your friends, “Why didn't we come here in highschool?” you raise your voice to speak over the music. Shoko shrugs, “the place wasn't this popular then.” she shouts back, the shots sliding in front of you.

Later on, your mind was slightly hazy, music blurring in your ears as you danced with Shoko, Utahime walked off somewhere with some white haired man after claiming ‘he's too handsome to pass up.’ The club was packed now, the day darkening into later hours of the night.

The music, alcohol, and heat of bodies around you put you into a zenned state, zoning out to the sound of the music as you danced with Shoko, her hand grabbing onto yours and spinning you around and pulling you to her chest.

But her chest wasn't at your shoulders, and didn't feel this solid.

Your mind snaps back, and so does your head as you look up at the man holding onto your hand. He was tall, maybe late thirties, scruffy black hair and green eyes that would be hard to forget, with a scar on the left side of his lip, that seemed far from an accident. “What's wrong, cat got your tongue?” he smirked, voice low and velvety, smirking like he knew you, hand sliding onto a somewhat ‘respectful’ place on your hip.

You stared, eyes wondering down to his sculpted biceps, down to his hand planted on your waist like it belonged there. His smirk grew, letting go of your hand and leaning down to your ear while brushing a strand of hair away, “Names Toji, sweetheart.” he murmurs.

You felt your breath hitch as his breath hit your neck, but you didn't pull away. You were due to get laid. It had been way too long, not since your ex boyfriend dumped you for his co-worker at fucking mcdonalds.

Sure, this man is older, scruffy looking, but that all cancels out as your eyes keep falling to his greek god muscles poking out of that godforsaken compression shirt. And it's not exactly like he was growing greys yet..

Now, after a few minutes of talking, teasing and subtle grinds, he's dragging you off to the bathrooms, pushing you into a stall that felt ten times as small with him inside, closing it behind him. Lips locking onto yours as he pushed you up against the white wall of the stall, covered in random graffiti and lipstick marks.

His hands slid up your slides, to the straps of your dress and pulled them down enough for the top half of your dress to reveal your lace black bra with a tiny white fabric rose in the valley of your breasts.

He pulls away from the kiss and lets out a groan, one hand going to your thigh, pulling it up to his hip as he cupped a breast with his other, kissing down your neck softly, “pretty baby, aren't you.” he breathed, pulling a strap of your bra down, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking, his hand on your thigh moving higher, scrunching your dress up to your waist.

He etched your bra down further to capture your other nipple into his mouth, giving it the same treatment as before. “Toji,” you whine, hips shifting in his grip due to the paulse between your legs, slick pooling in your panties. He hums against your skin nipping at the sensitive bud, eliciting a soft moan from your lips as your back arches into his touch.

He lets go with a wet ‘pop’, lifting your leg higher and hooping it through his arm as he starts to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his flyer and tugging them down mid way his thighs. Hand sliding to cup your heat, “you sure you can take n’old bastard like me, babygirl?” he grunts, looking down to see your hand suddenly rubbing over the thick outline of his dick in his boxers.

“I wouldnt be here if I wasn't sure.” you mutter, putting your leg down and moving your hands to pull your panties down slowly, letting them pool around your ankles and pulling him closer to your body, “I needed a change either way, maybe show me an older man is what I needed.” you whisper, hands hooking into his boxers elastic, pulling them down softly.

He smirks, pushing you up against the wall, “yeah, you'd like that wouldn’t you.” he husks, lifting your leg once more and taps his fat tip onto your clit lightly a few times, watching your expression as your lashes flutter, a small moan slipping from your puffy lips.

He picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist mindlessly. He lines himself up tip prodding your entrance, making you let out a frustrated whine, about to make a complaint before he wedged his way into your first ring of muscle, tip stretching you like it was an insult to your past ‘things’.

You let out a whined breath, hands sliding up his back and digging into his shoulders as you hold onto him. He placed a kiss on your neck, slowly edging himself into your slick cunt, “so tight,” he hissed, hands tightening on the meaty flesh of your ass, “gonna make me go fuckin’ feral.” he grunts, letting out a groan as he bottoms out.

“Tojii..” you whine, head on his shoulder as he pressed closer to you, basically moulding you to the stall door, “s’deep.” you moan, toes curling in your high-heels. He huffs a breath, “yeah, you feel me deep, babygirl?” he pressed his hips closer, tip kissing your cervix, causing you to let out a loud moan, acrylics digging into his skin as he started thrusting slowly.

He doesn't keep it slow, though. As soon as you'd somewhat adjusted, he started pounding into you like a bitch in heat, groaning and moaning into your hair as he fucked into you, chest pressing agaisnt yours, body trapped between him and the wall as the stall shook from his relentless pace.

Neither of you quiet down, too lost in each other's touch to care about people who are also in the bathroom. “Pleasee- Toji!” you moan out, legs tightening around his waist, feeling the familiar pit in your stomach building up. He grunts, pounding into you recklessly, “gonna fuckin’ ruin you for everyone else, hear me? Fuck, you’re my girl, my pretty little thing.” he growled, hand moving to rub his thumb over your clit, other hand sliding fully under your backside, supporting you with his arm.

Your mind hazed, body hot as he went impossibly faster, moaning turnin into breath hitches and whimpers, eyes rolling back as you see white, squirting all over him. And he smirked, watching as your juices soaked all over his briefs and shirt, the situation only making his hips snap harder into you, rubbing your clit with dire speed.

“Good fuckin’ girl, so fucking good f’me.” he groans, dick twitching, “inside or out, sweet thing.” he speakers through gritted teeth, pace getting sloppier.

You whimper, eyes glossing over at the overstimulation he's giving you, “inside, please..” you whine. And then he came, filling your womb to the point his semen dripped out the sides of your pussy because of how much there was.

He let out a long deep moan forehead pressing against yours as he watched, letting out raspy breaths, waiting a few seconds before pulling out and watching his cum drip out of you, placing your legs back on the floor, keeping you steady as you held onto his shoulders.

He helped you clean up and fixed your clothes, before fixing himself, stuffing his cock back into his boxers before tugging up his jeans and buckle.

“Give me your phone.” he murmurs. And you do, digging past your makeup and random knick knacks in your handbag, pulling out your phone and letting him put his number in. “Call me later, baby. I'll take you out somewhere real nice. You're mine now, sweetheart, and I don't plan on letting you go.” he husks, sliding the phone back into your hand, and kissing your shoulder before leaving the stall, disappearing back into the crowd of people.

Now, you just have to pray Shoko and Utahime didn’t leave without you.

Warnings: cringey writhing and prompts, ooc gunner, kinda smut, mention of giving birth, kinda down bad Gunner, mention of eating out. Kinda mean reader (I tried), you guys have a son tg, misspelling/bad writing. First time writing for Nettspend kinda nervous. Wrote this at 4am

by kissingpractice • hollanov • gen • 1.6k

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Shane reads a post somewhere online, bullet point fun facts on some random slideshow, that the majority of men never receive flowers until their funeral. It ought to be nothing, really - a statistic, a handful of letters, calibri font in red text on pink - but he can't get it out of his head.

or;

Shane gets Ilya flowers.

inspired by this post! first hollanov fic finally posted. I've been trying to get words out since January and I'm hoping this is me finally breaking six months of writers block. let me know if u like it I'm shy xox