Anime Fanfics Novels & Stories

I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie. A flood of nonsense hit first: roleplay forums; romance book rec lists that looked suspiciously like my browsing history from lonely winters; wikis that read like teenagers high on Mountain Dew had built them at three in the morning. I dug harder, forcing my way past fanfic to the kind of folklore sites with ugly fonts and long paragraphs.

Alfi yelled at me. "Writing a story with the handsome, strong, rich, and gallant protagonist? Like the hell, I would! Such a story makes me sick! Such an inferior story makes the woman admire such a guy that the ugly I end up being a Nojikon!" I yelled at Alfi. "You asshole! Your Waifu is a hag!" Alfi insulted my waifu. "Your waifu is a doujinshi material! (Doujinshi I mean here is the 18+ one AKA porn.)" I insulted his waifu.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.