#may or may not be writing another blurb just so i have an excuse to write peej calling nymphia princess

[mappingthesky]

Plane's vocabulary: Nymphia

it’s all she knows!! what other words does she need!!

besides my love, baby, princess, beautiful girl, whore, etc….

[httpuckdrop]

Hii! I have an angst/smut request for Will Smith, but please don’t write this if you're uncomfortable doing so because I know some people are simply because he is on the younger side. Anyway, I was thinking Will, even though he's doing super well as a rookie, he's constantly compared to Macklin, and maybe one night it's just hitting him super hard and he's insecure, thinking that reader might want someone like Mack more than she wants him, and after finally getting him to talk to her, she basically worships him and shows him that she loves him for him, and not anyone else. I’m thinking a slightly sub!Will. Please and thank you!

made this into a kinda blurb thingy... hope that's okay!! and i really hope you enjoy, thank you so much for requesting aaaa i had so much fun writing this 🥰

it was a rough game for will.

not only was it yet another pointless game from his side – the third in a row, even – and he felt like nothing else really worked out for him, either. his passes always ended up on his opponents' sticks, and he had several critical misses in the defense.

macklin, on the other hand, had a great game. two goals plus one assist. and while will should be happy for his close friend having a good game, he just can't. he would never admit it himself, but he's jealous – and even insecure.

will is confident in most parts of his life. he knows he's a fairly good-looking dude (though you disagree – he's unfairly good-looking), he has a lot of friends, he's a great hockey player – and he even has a lovely partner who's open about how much she cares about and loves him. but today, it's like all of that knowledge is washed away. today, everything is terrible.

it doesn't help that the first thing he saw when leaving the locker room after the game was you hugging mack and congratulating him on a good game. the fact that mack looked at you with those puppy eyes of his as you stroked his hair doesn't make the situation better, either.

the game ended up in an overtime loss, at home, and of course will had been on the ice when the sharks surrendered the final goal. it's no surprise to you that he's completely silent as he drives home, and you're not shocked when he drops his hockey bag by the front door and beelines for the bedroom the second you walk inside, either. you decide to give him some time and space, because you know it usually helps. but when he doesn't come out for 30 minutes, you can't help but follow him.

"sweetheart?" you ask as you step into the dark bedroom. the lights may not be on, but you know he's not sleeping yet. you know that his mind is running with replays of every action from the night. "do you want to talk for a bit?"

"what even is there to say?" he groans after a few moments of silence. "i was terrible."

"you weren't terrible," you counter, making your way over to the bed and sitting down next to him. "everyone has bad days. even players as good as you."

"but not players as good as mack."

his words make you frown. "why would you bring him up now?"

"because he's ten times the player i am." despite the complete darkness, you can make out the features of his face; his distinct jawline, his cute nose, his pretty eyes that are staring straight up into the ceiling. "because you'll leave me for someone better."

"excuse me?" you almost choke on the air. "what are you talking about?"

"why would you not want someone like mack? an actually good player, and…"

his words trail off when you lean down a little, caressing his cheek with your hand. "because he's not as gorgeous as you," you whisper, leaning down to give his lips a fleeting peck. "and because he isn't as good of a kisser."

after a longer kiss, will speaks up again. "and how do you know that he's not a good kisser? you ever tried it?"

you're glad to see a smile finally return to his lips, even though it's a teasing grin, and yet you can't help but slap his shoulder playfully. "shut up, i'm trying to be romantic." he holds his hands up in surrender, gaze stuck on you as you climb onto his lap. his arms snake around your waist as he feels your mouth on his yet again, your lips melting against his. "i wouldn't want someone like mack, because he probably doesn't have as sexy of a body as you do," you mumble against him, hands trailing down his front before tugging on the hem of his t-shirt.

he helps you pull it off his body, resting down again with his hands steady on your waist. he inhales shakily, adams apple bobbing in his throat as you trace kisses down his bare chest and muscular stomach.

"his skin isn't as kissable as yours is," you hum, biting down gently on the side of his ribs. "doesn't taste as good as you do." when you scoot down a little, your ass brushes along the hardening length in his pants, and you let out a little chuckle. "shit, are we eager already?" you roll your hips down on him, eyebrows raised.

will watches you with a dazed expression, and it takes him a few seconds too many to register your words. when he does, he lets out a huff of a laugh himself, nodding erratically. "definitely," he says, voice breathless from anticipation, his fingers digging into your sides.

your hands find his zipper, pulling it down almost insanely slowly. "and finally," you continue, eyes finding his again. "he couldn't make me feel as good as you do." you drag his pants down his thighs, his boxers following along, and the cold air makes his erection twitch before your warm palms wrap around him. "no one makes me feel as good as you do. you make me feel so full, you hit every spot deep inside of me, stretch me out so well…"

a shiver shoots down his spine and his eyes flutter closed instantly. as one of your hands lazily strokes him up and down, your other hand lands on his chest as you lean up to be face-to-face with him again. your nose brushes against his once, before you press a featherlight kiss to his lips.

"you gonna make me feel good tonight, baby? in the way only you can?"

there's no way he could say no to that.

[ozzgin]

Yandere School Q&A

I've gotten some related asks and thought I'd put them in a cleaner format, so I don't spawn another round of screenshots from my inbox.

Ohhh how would yan school react if y/n got hurt somehow?? Also quick question is her parents also platonic yans for them? Thanks!! - Anonymous

It only makes sense that the staff of the school is yandere material, too. The students may rush to help and insist they've got it under control, but the school nurse will be quick to act. It's the chance of a lifetime, having you to himself, and for longer than the usual standard checkup. The curtains are pulled, and the "do not disturb" sign is flipped. Your injuries are not to be taken lightly. You'll need to spend all day under his supervision.

The parents and all relatives are indeed platonic yanderes! I thought it'd be a nice touch since I've never approached the trope before.

YAYAYAYYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAA MORE YANDERE SCHOOLLLLLL You’re amazing!!!!! (I had to ask to make sure I used the right your/you’re) also is the darling yandere gonna keep sabotaging y/n? - @femboybasil

The tying up incident was actually an exception to what I originally planned, haha. For most of the competitions, darling yandere will guide (Y/N) and aid them for a flawless win. That's the comedy of it: he's indirectly doing the yandere part while trying to be discreet enough as to not alert the other yanderes. Additionally, (Y/N) helps him with the darling tasks. Though that part is very much expected by everyone from school. The Daring Academy teachers are probably observing the activities, baffled. "Who the hell is that student? What skill...what obliviousness. They should've applied to us."

If you’re comfortable with this concept, (since it’s a school-based series I don’t know if the reader and yanderes are minors are not, if they are then you don’t have to write this.) but obviously the students of the Yandere Academy are going to need to learn how to tie up their darlings once they’ve been captured. Would you mind writing a little blurb about it since Reader is the unofficially assigned darling stand-in for their classes? - Anonymous

This is the ask I used for the tying up idea in Part 3! To answer your worries, all of my stories involve 18+ characters! Just wanted to clear it up for anyone in doubt. The school/academy setup is more of a college/university kind of institution. I do love a good high school setup, but not for self insert romance.

I’d imagine that there’s a drama class at the yandere school to help the students learn how to act and seem innocent. What if they put on a musical or something like Phantom of the Opera (because of course it would be that) and reader got the role of Christine or the equivalent. Imagine all the yanderes fighting for the role of their love interests to get the excuse to kiss them, and other yanderes trying to sabotage them as tactfully as possible to keep the show going, but replace the leads to be alongside reader. Think that may be something cool to add/write about? No pressure of course! - Anonymous

You know the whole thing is going to turn into a ninja survival shitshow. They had hoped to never cast (Y/N) in any role, for everyone's safety. And for the most part, (Y/N) thankfully never showed any interest in the drama club.

The supervising teacher held (Y/N)'s application form with trembling hands. It seems their little club had finally run out of luck.

Worst part: the school can't even rely on the teachers. They're just as desperate to see their cute little (Y/N) perform on stage. "Maybe this job is too overwhelming for one person, sensei..." they'll smugly tell the original supervisor. "We could divide some tasks. Someone else could train (Y/N), for example..."

ok here me out, what if there is like a field trip or sports festival kind of thing where the Yandere and Darling academy meet up. Basically where a Yandere and a darling are made to pair up to go through the numerous activities (maybe ones that test their yandere/darling skills) so reader decides to pair up with clumsy Yandere ( who is in Darling academy) much to the displeasure of Yandere classmate. Maybe like a battle of the the Yanderes? - Anonymous

This was a little trippy to read, because it came right after part 3, haha. Which I feel is basically the same plot. Though it would be interesting to see how it'd play out if the stranger was Reader's best friend instead.

Reader excitedly approaches Clumsy!Yandere and asks him to work together, to the dismay of all other students. They're enraged. You can see it plainly: their hands tremble, their jaws are clenched, their eyes have a psychotic glint. Poor Clumsy!Yandere is in constant shivers, unaware of the death stares. You're cheerfully guiding him around, his hand in yours, happy to see your friend again.

[writing-girlie]

Second Chance • Part 1

Pairing: John Walker x Reader

Blurb: After losing everything John comes back asking to rebuild what you both lost.

WC: 950

Warnings: Abandonment?

Notes: I may or may not have teared up writing this. Also, I'm gonna write part 2 even if no one asks.

Part 2 is here

You were heading home for the day. The streets were quiet. The sky was painted in shades of dull orange, pink, quickly being overtaken by a deepening blue. You pull your coat a little tighter. When you were about to walk up the driveway you felt something, a feeling you hadn't had for a while. 

Your gaze drifted to the front window, where a sliver of light leaked through the blinds, light you were sure you hadn’t left on this morning. Your keys jingle beneath the shake of your hands, you unlock the door, entering slowly. There he was, pacing in your living room before stopping in the middle, looking at you. You shut the door. The click of the latch was loud in the silence.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” he mutters. You shrugged off your coat, and tossed your keys a little harder than necessary. They hit the table with a sharp clatter. You don't look at him for a moment, just long enough to pull yourself together. 

“That’s not my problem.” You turn to face him. “I want you to leave” Your voice cracked at the end, not believing your own words. You had missed John but learnt how to live without him.

“I didn’t come here to fight.” He says quickly, raising his hands. 

“Then why did you come?” you demand, stepping closer. “To remind me of who you used to be? Because you don’t know where else to run now that the country’s not clapping for you?” The words come out harshly. His mouth opens briefly but he doesn't say anything so you keep going. “You finally looked in the mirror and didn't recognize who you'd become? You finally remembered what you lost?”

“I wasn’t built for what came with it,” he admitted, looking down. The feeling of failure weighed heavy on him. “The spotlight, the pressure, the noise. Everyone looking at me already expecting me to have the answer.  I tried to carry it and it hollowed me out. There was no room for anything else.”

“And now that it’s gone?” You question. “What now, John?”

“Now all I have left is who I was before.” He looked up at you. “And I’m not sure who that is without you.”

That cracked something in you. You hated how easily he could still get past your defenses just by being honest.

“I had to watch as you became someone else,” Your voice softens further. “Piece by piece. Until I couldn’t recognise you ”

“I know.” he said softly. 

“You don’t” You shake your head. Your lips form a straight line as you try to hold back tears. “You don’t know what it’s like to sit alone in the house we built together.” Your voice trembles. “To wake up to silence every morning, to eat dinner across from an empty chair, to reach out in the dark and find empty sheets where you used to be.”

You swallow but the lump in your throat doesn’t go anywhere.

“You placed our love aside so you could carry everything else and that became more important. You became too busy being everything to everyone else… except to me.” A small pause sits between you. “You didn’t even say goodbye” You finally crack, tears slip down your cheeks. “And I kept making excuses for you” You whisper. “Telling myself you were overwhelmed, that you needed time. That one day you’d walk through that door”

You felt stupid breaking down like this, in front of him, but you couldn’t stop the tears. You stood in the doorway with your head hung low and palms pressed hard against your eyelids as if you were trying to hold the tears back. Your shoulders shake.

John doesn’t say anything, he just watches you. Then he takes a slow step forward and another until he’s in front of you. His arms come around you, tentatively, like he’s not sure if he should. A proper sob comes from you and your hands grasp the back of his shirt in a tight grip. Your forehead rests on his chest, just under his chin. You don’t even realize your knees are buckling until he’s holding your weight, guiding you both down to the floor. He holds you close, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other firm on your back, like maybe he finally understands what he left behind. 

He doesn't speak, he just holds you like he's scared to breathe too hard or move the wrong way. He lets you cry, your voice is soft, muffled against his chest. 

“I still love you” He tenses slightly at your confession. “I never stopped. Even when I hated what you were doing. Even when you left. It didn’t matter. Nothing changed. Even through the anger and sadness.” His hand moves to cup your jaw, coaxing your face up until your eyes meet his, his thumb brushing a tear away. 

“I don’t have a right to ask you for anything. But I came back because I needed to know if there was anything left. If I’d broken us beyond repair or if I could find my way home.” 

“And if you can?”

“I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to be the man who deserves to be loved by you. I just want to know if I have the right to try.”

“It’s going to take time.”

“I’ve got time,” he says. You lift your eyes. 

“I’m not promising anything.” He nods in understanding, he knows you're scared. Your eyes look down the hallway. “The guest room is made up. You can sleep there but tomorrow, we talk. Really talk. I don't want to get hurt again”

[peachhcs]

i love your wonder years works!! i feel like you write young and pining will and samy sooooooo welll 🫶🏽 would love more of them and their friends in highschool they are so cute - (i just reread the jealousy blurbs). you are so talented 😊!!

aww wait i’m so happy to hear that bc i loveeeee writing the wonder years so much and i always feel like people don’t like it as much 🥹🥹 anyways you ask and you shall receive!!

i feel like most of the pining happens senior year because that’s when both of them have feelings for one another so here’s new year’s eve 2022 in samy’s basement where she has a bunch of people over to celebrate and her breakup with kevin is still somewhat fresh but will’s feelings are at an all time high (and so are samy’s!!)

warnings??: underage drinking, will lowkey being a perv by looking at samy constantly but like not because he’s also a 17 year old with a huge fat crush on his best friend

au masterlist

will seriously shouldn’t have come to this because how was he supposed to stay away from samy on new year’s eve with alcohol in his system knowing how good she looked standing five feet away from him, but she just broke up with kevin not that long ago and will was pretty sure it was really wrong to drunkingly make out with her like they sometimes did because she just went through a breakup.

he was so fucked.

the blonde tried keeping his eyes on gabe and drew where he stood with them talking in their small circle, but the urge to look over at the brunette was so much stronger. too strong. he peaked a glimpse and every time his breath hitched in his throat and his brain short circuited for a good five seconds when his eyes traveled the expanse of her outfit. her, marcie, lauren, and riley had a mix of similar outfits on, something they planned. will’s gaze was trained on her black mini skirt that was reused from halloween and her shiny, sequined long sleeve top where he could totally see her black bralette underneath.

he needed to stop looking. he was being weird and creepy and someone was definitely going to clock him on it if he didn’t quit it, so the blonde tore his gaze away again and tried focusing on the words leaving drew’s mouth.

“honestly, i think we’re gonna win the whole thing,” the taller brunette mumbled taking another sip of his drink.

will was pretty sure they were talking about u18 worlds in may. “i mean why wouldn’t we? we’ve got the best lines, the best defense, the best players. we’ve got nothing on them,” gabe listed off on his fingers.

the other thing will couldn’t shake from his mind was that kevin was here. samy still invited him since they were still friends and will knew he didn’t really have anything to worry about with him anymore, but he just couldn’t really shake the feeling of all three of them being in the same room knowing how tense things used to be. kevin was on the other end of the room talking with his soccer friends, very oblivious to will’s erratic heart beat and racing thoughts.

“i need another drink,” will muttered because he couldn’t focus on what his friends were talking about and he also just wanted another excuse to walk past samy and check her out without being too obvious.

he squeezed past her and she happened to look at him as he passed. she flashed a wide smile at the blonde and his knees almost gave out seeing that smile directed at him.

“you having fun?” she turned to talk to him for a second.

“yeah, this is great,” will nodded, forcing his eyes to stay on her face.

“i’m glad!” she turned back to her friends leaving will to continue to the drink table.

he mulled over his options when he got there wondering which one would maybe help him forget the feelings he had and make him remember that samy was strictly his best friend and would never see him as something more than that.

he hoped the high noon would do the trick.

“hey,” the voice snapped the hockey player from his thoughts. kevin stood beside him, eyeing the drinks too.

“hey?” will wondered what he wanted.

“maybe i just see it more now that samy and i aren’t together, but you’re really obvious,” kevin said.

“what?” the blonde was caught off guard.

“come on, man. it’s so obvious you have a thing for her. you’ve been staring at her for the past like..hour,” kevin laughed and will’s face flushed hot with embarrassment. was he really that obvious?

“well she doesn’t like me. she never will,” will took a large sip of the high noon to wash that thought away. he didn’t notice the way kevin grimaced because he actually did know how the soccer player felt, but he wasn’t that shitty to tell her secret.

“i mean how do you know that? you’ve never asked,” kevin said instead.

“you really think i’m gonna go up to her and ask? real funny, man,” never in a million years would will put everything on the line to ask samy if she liked him the way he did.

“i dunno. what’s it gonna hurt?”

“our friendship?” that felt like a given, but kevin just shrugged.

“all i’m saying is that i think everyone at this party knows you like her.”

“why are you being so nice to me? i thought you hated me,” will found this interaction weird because him and kevin have never been able to talk to each other like this.

“i’m just trying to make up for being shitty to you. trying to help is all,” the brunette mumbled and walked away before will could respond. he pinched his eyebrows together, watching as kevin went back to his friends in the corner.

what he didn’t know was that samy had been watching their entire interaction. as soon as kevin approached, her eyes were on the two like a hawk. she knew her and kevin were fine and he promised to leave will alone, but she still worried he’d get set off and do something stupid again. surprisingly, nothing happened and maybe kevin was gonna chill out from now on.

“you’re staring again,” marcie mumbled when she caught her friend’s eyes on will’s back. samy quickly snapped her attention back to the group.

“sorry,” the youngest hughes blushed.

“this is totally your chance. he’s been staring at you all night,” riley poked.

“no he hasn’t. you’re delusional,” the brunette shook her head, never believing her friends when they started saying stuff like that.

“i’m being serious! he totally thinks you look hot at least,” riley continued meaning samy’s outfit. all the soccer play did though was shake her head.

“he’ll never see me like that.”

“what about all that shit him and kevin argued about? wasn’t that about you?” lauren piped up.

“kevin says a lot of shit. will and i are just friends,” samy mumbled, drinking the rest of her “tropical, fruity” punch as marcie liked to call it that was just a huge mix of different chasers and vodka.

“i could not be friends with someone that i kiss when i’m drunk,” lauren shook her head, but samy quickly shushed her.

“shut up. we don’t talk about that,” her and will hadn’t even done that since summer because of her thing with kevin.

“i can’t wait for the day you two finally put your pride aside and realize how much you like one another,” marcie mumbled.

“i’m getting another drink,” samy determined because she desperately wanted to escape the conversation and will still hadn’t moved from the drink table.

she shuffled her way over there and leaned her head on will’s arm. “found you again,” she looked up at him with a smile.

“hi again,” the blonde chuckled, but internally he was freaking out.

“can you pour me so more punch?” samy pointed to the big bowl and held her cup out. will nodded.

“are you having fun at your own party?” he wondered

“i’m having a blast. best new year’s party don’t you think?” she wondered and will nodded again. he handed her cup back, unable to stop his gaze from dropping below her face for a split second to stare some more.

“i don’t think i’ve been to one as good as this,” the blonde admitted because he hadn’t really been to a party like this before. being in michigan with samy meant that she introduced him to a lot of random house parties her high school friends were throwing on the weekends.

“i’m honored. you flatter me,” the youngest hughes giggled.

that urge will’s had all night only got stronger standing so close to samy. he wanted to kiss her so bad, but he had to think better of it because he wasn’t a rebound and they were drunk (not like that’s ever stopped them before though).

“found anyone to kiss on new year’s yet?” samy teased and will flushed.

“i haven’t. have you?” he asked and hoped she would say no because will did not think he’d be able to handle it if he saw samy kissing someone that wasn’t him.

“nooo, i probably won’t kiss anyone. i’ll kiss my myself,” the girl giggled, the alcohol starting to talk for her.

“self-love is very important,” the blonde smiled hearing her little laugh and then took another big drink of the high noon because he couldn’t be having these thoughts.

if will had any new year’s resolutions it was that he needed to stop believing he had a chance with samy. maybe in 2023 he’d finally find someone that would get his mind off of her. (wrong)

“guys, it’s almost midnight!” someone yelled and then everyone turned their attention to the tv stream of the local ann arbor news that did their own countdown.

samy grabbed will’s hand to the tv so she could see better. the boy flushed feeling her hand in his and even worse when she didn’t let go.

“ten, nine, eight, seven..”

the countdown faded out of will’s ears because the only thing he could focus on was the girl beside him jumping with excitement about the new year. she squeezed his hand tighter when they got closer to 1 and everything in the hockey player was short circuiting.

“..three, two, one! happy new year!” the whole basement erupted in cheers as everyone jumped onto one another in excitement.

a few people kissed because of the alcohol buzzing through their systems and will was caught off guard again when samy jumped into his arms screaming in his ear.

“happy new year!” she smiled widely and will couldn’t help but smile back.

“happy new year,” he said and his stomach flipped when he watched her gaze drift down to his lips briefly. was he seeing things or did she actually do that?

he didn’t have time to question it because samy jumped towards her friends before he could even say something. will watched her hug marcie, lauren, and riley when his friends went over to him. they excitedly jumped onto his back and the boy because immersed in their excitement, the thoughts of samy almost kissing him leaving his brain as he celebrated with the boys.

[deathblacksmoke]

hello moomin!! may i request a cute lil blurb with noah where he calms you down or comforts you when your anxiety is acting up? ily 🫂🩷

always jadey <3 i love writing this boy soft. ily 🩷

cw: depiction of anxiety, hurt/comfort, not too sad

You're not quite sure how, but somehow, Noah always knows.

The moment your movements get restless, you pull your lip between your teeth, pick at your cuticles, feel your temper run a little short—

He's right there. It's quiet, non-invasive, almost indistinguishable from normal when he plops himself down next to you on the sofa. He separates your hands from each other — just to hold it, he'd argue, not to stop your nervous fidgets. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, another and another until your mouth relaxes. His leg drapes itself over yours and without even realizing, the shaking of your leg ceases, too.

"Do you want to come for a ride with me?" he asks. Sometimes it helps, feeling the sun on your skin and the breeze through your hair, turning the music up so high there's the tiniest worry in the back of your mind that you'll blow the speakers. Sometimes, though, all you really want to do is shut in. Noah doesn't need to be told, like always, catches the slightest shift in your expression and he knows. "Why don't we just watch a show, then? And I'll order us in some lunch."

There's always the unspoken offer to talk about it. Sometimes you take him up on it, spend an afternoon with your head on his shoulder, venting about anything and everything you have going on, what's setting you off and making you feel this... off.

Other days, you're pleased just to rest your head in his lap, let him play with your hair and trace his warm hands along your face and arm. Eventually, you feel your heartrate return to normal. The irritability starts to fade, just knowing he's there, knowing he'll listen. Knowing you're safe.

Even when it comes creeping back, after a period of calm, he catches it. The shift clear to him even before it's clear to you.

"Why don't you take the day tomorrow? Come to the studio with us." he suggests, and you know as well as he is that you need it. A day, at least. Just some time. "You can use me as an excuse if you want. Tell them I died."

It's a silly little suggestion, that second part — one he always makes when he's not quite sure if you'll take him up on it, but hopes you will, because you both know you should.

He's so used to you not taking him up on his offers, not allowing yourself to be taken care of, but the sweet little plea in his eyes makes this time different. And just maybe you should take him up on his suggestions more often than you do.

"Sure, that would be nice." you concede, wholly worth it for the way his face lights up.

[puckinghockeygirl]

They Know

All Too Well Series, Chapter Three

Content Warning: foul language, angst, crying,

Song Inspo: Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex; exile by Taylor Swift, ft. Bon Iver

Word Count: 3.8k

Author's Note: Okay, so this turned out way longer than I meant...I may have gotten carried away. I hope you all enjoy, though! Also, if you guys have anything you want to see from Nico and Maia, like blurbs, imagines, asks, etc, feel free to send them in my asks! I'm always looking for more funs stuff to write. Feel free to request for other players too, I love getting to practice writing for people I haven't written for yet.

Maia was late. 

She was so, sooo late. 

She probably looked insane: coffee in one hand, gear bag in another, phone pressed between her shoulder and her ear. 

“Lacey I promise I’m on my way. I’m so sorry. I slept through my alarm but I swear I’m coming.”

Maia’s best friend groaned on the other end of the line. “Maia!”

“I know! I know, I’m sorry, I’m coming. I have your gear bag, I’m right around the corner, I’ll be–oof!”

It was like hitting a brick wall. Maia slammed to a stop, flailing, coffee cup crushed against her chest. She stumbled back and hit the ground hard. 

“Maia?” Lacey’s voice on the other line was frantic, and Maia could imagine her friend pacing back and forth, grass crunching under her feet, soccer ball under her arm. “Maia? Are you okay?”

“Ugh. Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in a minute Lacey. I’ll call you right back.” Maia groaned, her shirt soaked with iced coffee as she looked up. 

The boy she’d run into looked about her age–18, probably. He, too, was holding a coffee, and Maia was grateful as she realized that the impeccable suit he was wearing was still dry. 

Who wore a suit at nine in the morning? On a Saturday, no less?

Her cheeks flamed as the boy stared curiously and offered a hand to her, which she graciously took. His hands were rough and calloused, at odds with his whole appearance. 

“I’m so sorry,” she said bashfully. Her eyes welled up as she watched the boy struggle for words. She was going to get screamed at, wasn’t she? His suit screamed money, and she knew that she–in a ratty band shirt she’d gotten from her mother, ripped jeans, and coffee undoubtedly soaking into her bra–did not. 

“Your shirt.”

The boy’s voice was melodic. Which, really, just wasn’t fair. He didn’t get to be attractive, have a suit, and sound nice. There was an accent to his words though, one Maia recognized immediately. 

She felt herself perk up. “Bist du Schweizer?” You’re Swiss?

The boy looked shocked. “Sprichst du Schwiizerdütsch? Wie bitte?” You speak Swiss? How?

“Mini Muetter isch Schwiizerin! ” My mother’s Swiss! 

She watched the boy grin like she’d just made his day as he started speaking rapid-fire Swiss-German at her. 

“I haven’t met anyone in the US who speaks Swiss-German,” he told her. “Your shirt is Swiss too. My mother used to love that band.”

“Mine too! It’s hers, actually. She gave it to me!”

Maia watched the boy from as he took in her shirt again. “It’s going to be stained.”

“Oh!” She crossed her arms over her chest, the coffee and fabric sticking to her uncomfortably. “That’s okay. I’m sorry for running into you. I was in a rush, but that’s not an excuse.”

The boy bit his lip, glancing at her shirt then back to her. “I will pay for it.”

Maia paused, her hand halfway to Lacey’s gear bag. “You–what?”

“I will pay for it,” he repeated. “The cleaning. It is a good shirt.”

“Oh, no, that’s not necessary, really–”

“Can I give you my information? For if you change your mind?”

Was he…no. Couldn’t be. 

Right?

Was this boy trying to…flirt?

Maia blushed deeply, so deeply her ears burned.

I mean, it couldn't hurt…right?

Maia unlocked her phone and held it out to the boy.

 The boy merely grinned at her, so big Maia thought she might be able to see all of his teeth. He took the phone from her and began typing hurriedly, putting in his number. It was all completely normal until he lifted the phone up and took a picture of himself, still smiling widely, for his contact picture. 

Maia laughed in disbelief. The boy handed her phone back to her. 

“A picture,” he said, still in his native tongue. “In case you forget.”

Oh, she wouldn’t be forgetting this. 

Maia gave him a grin that rivalled his own and glanced down at the contact. 

Nico Hischier. 

And then, where someone would put the company the person worked with, he had simply typed COFFEE. 

Maia laughed and tucked her phone into her back pocket. “It was nice to meet you, Nico Hischier.” She shook her head at him, still in disbelief at the whole interaction. “I’m Maia. Maia Kessler.”

Nico was still smiling, but it was smaller now, a smirk that made Maia red again. “Goodbye, Maia.”

Maia laughed, saluted him, and sprinted on, Lacey’s gear bag thumping against her back. It didn’t feel so heavy now, she noticed. 

It should be noted: had Maia known what was coming, had she known what would become of her and this boy, if given the choice to do this moment over…

She wouldn’t change anything.

***

Two days after Jack saw Nico cry in the parking garage, Nico missed morning skate. 

This itself was a red flag. Nico never missed the morning skate, especially not the day of a game. He was the captain–he didn’t miss, even when he was sick. Jack remembered one time when he’d seen Nico puke into a trashcan in the locker room, wipe his mouth, and head out onto the ice. 

Needless to say, Jack had avoided Nico as much as possible at that practice. 

Still, this didn’t make sense. When Jack asked Keefe, he’d simply said something about not feeling well, but that he was expected to play that night against Ottawa. Jack was trying to sort it all out during practice, playing like he normally did during their little scrimmage when he was pinned against the boards, the puck between his skate and the wall, and Timo’s stick digging into his back as the two of them jammed at the puck, somehow managing to miss every time. 

Wait. How was Timo–

“What do you know?”

Timo’s voice was so quiet, Jack was surprised he could hear it over the sounds of the rink. Jack jolted, momentarily stunned, before Timo lightly shoved him back into motion. Jack shook his head, the puck still trapped against the boards. “I–what? What do I know about what?”

“Nico’s not here,” Timo told him flatly. 

“Yeah, I see that. What does that have to do with me?”

Timo put his full weight onto Jack, and Jack let out an oomph! squished so tightly it was hard to move. 

One of the coaches blew the whistle as the puck refused to come loose, ending the play, and both players relaxed, skating over to the bench for a drink. Timo’s eyes followed Jack the whole way, just a step behind him. 

When it was just the two of them over by the bench, he asked again. 

“What do you know?”

“I don’t know anything, what are you talking about–”

“You left at the same time as Nico on Monday, right?”

“...Yes?” Jack dragged the word out, still confused. “And?”

“Did he seem off?” Timo pushed. “Weird?”

“...No.”

Timo straightened, eyes narrowing. “You hesitated.”

“No I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did. What aren’t you saying?”

“Listen, man, I don’t really think it’s any of our business what’s going on with Nico, okay? He’s a big boy. He can handle himself.”

Clearly, Jack shouldn’t have said that. Timo leaned closer to Jack, but before he could get any words out, another whistle blew. Jack had never skated away so fast in his life. 

The hell was that?

***

Luke Hughes knew he was an easy target. 

Not physically, of course. He was six-two, almost two hundred pounds. No matter how skinny, his size was normally enough to scare people away. His face, however? Well, that screamed an easy target. 

This had never been more clear to him than when he was cornered by Timo in the parking garage. He’d just thrown his bag into his trunk, slamming the gate down, when Timo just appeared. 

“Holy–have you been there the whole time?!”

Timo’s neutral expression didn’t change as he merely stared at Luke and deadpanned, “Not important.”

“Okay? Dude, what are you doing?”

“Did you ride home from practice with Jack on Monday?”

Uh-oh. 

“Yes.” Luke straightened, unsure where to put his hands now that he had nothing to hold, and settled for crossing his arms over his chest. “Why?”

“You know why.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you do.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes, you do–”

“Dude, this is ridiculous.” Luke ran his hands over his face. “What Nico did or didn’t do is his business.”

“So he did something? Something off?”

Okay, Luke sucked at this–whatever this was. 

“Okay, look.” Timo stared Luke down. “I’m worried about Cap, okay? I’ve known him for a long time, and he’s going through something right now, and now he’s not at practice. And you and I both know that he never misses practice. So if he’s missing, something’s wrong. I called him, like, five times earlier and it went straight to voicemail every time. It didn’t even ring. Something is wrong. So, Luke, I am asking you, as your teammate, as your friend, as Nico’s friend, to tell me what happened on Monday.”

Luke stared into Timo’s eyes. 

Timo stared right back. 

Luke went to move. 

Timo moved with him. 

They continued this stalemate for another thirty seconds before Luke let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair and stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets. “Jack’s gonna kill me.”

“I’ll deal with Jack. What happened?”

“Jack had just finished putting his stuff in the car on Monday, and I’d already gotten in the car. Nico was sitting in his car with the engine off and the door still open, just staring at his steering wheel.”

Sensing that wasn’t the whole story, Timo prodded Luke along. “And?”

Another sigh. “Jack asked him if he was okay, because obviously, he was acting weird. Like, I’d never seen him like this. But Nico didn’t even answer. He acted like Jack wasn’t even there. He just slammed the door to the car shut and peeled out of the garage like somebody was chasing him.”

Timo kept staring. Ten seconds, then twenty. 

Luke’s eye twitched. “He was crying, okay? Or, like, he was about to, when he closed the door. His eyes were all red and watery.”

“Shit.”

“What does that even mean?” Luke asked his teammate.

“Do you and Jack still have that spare key to his apartment?”

Oh, Luke did not like where this was going.

***

Maia had no business being this nervous for a date. 

She’d been on dates before. This wasn’t her first. Some had been good, some had been bad, some her date hadn’t even shown up for. So why was she in the bathroom in her underwear, hair and makeup done, looking frantically between the two dresses she held in her hands like one would answer all of her prayers. 

“Blue or red?” She screamed at Lacey, who was two rooms away in the kitchen. 

She heard Lacey groan. “Ugh, neither! I told you to look in my closet. Your dresses suck.”

“Hey!”

“I told you to go shopping with me and Ally last time we went, but noooo, you were too good for the deals.”

“Too good? I was trying to get into college!” Maia looked back to her dresses again. “Please help me!”

Lacey snorted, her footsteps padding over towards Maia–

But her movement was interrupted by three polite, punctual knocks on the apartment door. 

Maia froze, glancing at the clock on the bathroom wall, peering through the open bathroom door at Lacey. “Oh my god, he’s on time.”

“Okay, that’s a plus.” Lacey grinned, her blonde curls bouncing as she shook her head at Maia, who nearly burned herself as she unplugged the curling iron and began wrapping up the cord. “Hold on, I’ll get him.”

“Lace, I don’t have any clothes on!”

“Well, I don’t think he’ll complain.”

“Lacey!”

She snickered. “Kidding, kidding. I’ll stall him. Go grab that white strappy dress I wore for my team banquet last month.”

Maia, whose brain was clearly just following directions at this point and unable to think for itself, scurried into her friend’s room and slammed the door shut behind her. She went through Lacey’s closet like a tornado, scouring her racks before she finally found the white dress she was talking about. She threw it on, stealing–borrowing–a pair of her friend’s heels while she was at it, hearing the sound of Lacey’s voice and the melody of Nico’s as she looked in the mirror one last time. 

“Okay,” she told herself. “This is easy. You’ve done first dates before. You look hot. Let’s do it.” She tucked her brown waves behind her ears, squared her shoulders, and stepped into the living room. 

The first thing, she realized, was that she was glad she wasn’t overdressed. Nico was wearing a white button down and slacks, his hair gelled down, dress shoes practically sparkling. Maia felt herself blush–dammit, not again, she told herself–as she noticed Nico’s hands practically strangling a bouquet of red roses. 

No, not roses, Maia realized; rosebuds, still tightly closed, a striking red, no less beautiful than the actual blossoms. They were beautiful–beautiful and strange, because Maia wasn’t sure she’d ever seen a bouquet of flowers that hadn’t bloomed yet. 

She stepped closer to Nico, who was staring, mouth parted, at Maia. She watched him closely, waiting for his eyes to move to a less appropriate part of her body, but they never did. They just stared at her face, a blush high on his own cheeks, as she heard him breathe softly, “Mein Gott.”

Well, didn’t that do wonders for her confidence. 

Nico handed her the flowers gently, speaking in English now as he gave her a soft greeting and smiled. “Here,” he told her. “For you.”

Maia took them, the buds still aromatic despite not being open. “Thank you,” she told him, trying to tone down her excitement. 

“Oh, how lovely.” Lacey took the flowers from Maia before she could blink. “Why don’t I put these in some water and you two head out? Nico, was it?” At the nod of confirmation, Lacey grinned. “Nico, have her home before midnight. She’s a busy girl. Needs her rest.” Her voice dropped and so did her smile as she leaned closer to him. “And she tells me everything. So I suggest you don’t do anything untoward.” She studied him closely, her gaze flicking up and down his body before meeting his eyes again. “I play soccer–football, as you’d call it. Which means I have an excellent kick.” She leaned back, plastering a smile back onto her face. “Have a good night, you two!” She flounced back into the kitchen, leaving Nico and Maia both staring after her. 

Maia shook her head and guided Nico out the door. “Sorry about her,” she told him. “We’ve been friends since primary school. I’m not sure she knows a language other than aggression when it comes to me dealing with guys.”

Nico laughed. “She is a good friend,” he told her, his accent wrapping thickly around his words, the syrupy sound making her grin. “I know the kind. I have some of my own.”

The date went so fast, though Maia knew they had been out for hours by the time they returned back to her apartment. The night flew by, a blur of food, laughter, and flushed faces. There was something about Nico Hischier–Maia couldn’t put her finger on it, but he was different than any first date she’d ever had. It wasn’t that he held open doors, which he did, or that he pushed in her chair at the fancy restaurant they attended, wasn’t that he was a professional hockey player like he’d said, or that, when their waitress slid him her number at the end of the night, Maia had watched him rip it up and promptly dump the pieces into his water glass. 

(That, she admitted, made her a little weaker in the knees than she liked to admit.)

No, it was the fact that he was just so…interested. He listened to her. He really listened, like every word she said was important, whether she was talking about her childhood, her dreams as an athletic trainer, or about how she hated broccoli since she was little and nothing had ever managed to change that. He listened, and when Maia had asked him questions, there had been no condescension or brushing her off. When Maia asked if he would explain hockey to her sometime, he’d lit up like a Christmas tree at what seemed like an opportunity to spend more time with her. How, on the drive back, he’d heard Maia quietly humming to the song on the radio, and had turned it up, smiling softly as she’d grinned at him and sang along. 

He just noticed things. He just knew things. 

When they came to a stop at Maia’s apartment door, Nico looked almost disappointed, a slight frown on his face as Maia stuck a key into the lock. She leaned against the door, looking up at him.

“I had a really good time,” she whispered. 

“Me, too,” Nico told her. “Thank you for letting me take you out.”

Maia laughed. “Any time, Nico Hischier.”

Nico smiled. “Really? So, if I asked you to come over to my apartment to watch hockey next time, you’d say yes?”

“Only if you promise to explain it to me,” she told him. “I don’t know very much.”

“That’s okay,” he told her. “I can teach you.”

Maia smiled again, her face red for the millionth time that night. She wasn’t sure why she’d bothered with blush when this had been happening to her nonstop. “I’d like that, Nico.”

At some point during their conversation, they’d gotten unbearably close. Maia could feel the heat emanating from Nico, could smell his cologne, something like wood and vanilla, as he leaned closer. 

Maia tilted her head up to look at him again. He was so close. She could feel his breath. 

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered. 

Maia closed her eyes, so giddy she wasn’t sure what to do with herself. “Please.”

Maia was nervous, just for a second, as Nico inched closer. Was she a good kisser? She’d only had a few boyfriends, and they’d seem satisfied enough, but then again, she was single right now. Maybe she was bad? 

But then Nico’s lips met hers, and Maia wasn’t thinking anymore.

***

Someone had snitched. 

That was Luke’s first thought as he and Timo rolled up to Nico’s apartment, the hall a whole hell of a lot more crowded than it should have been. The hall was filled with hockey players, an amount only seen when Nico hosted team dinners occasionally. They milled about, some talking in low, hushed voices, other silent, staring holes at the apartment door. The group looked up as Timo and Luke approached. 

“Dude, for real?” Luke asked. “Who snitched?”

It was unsurprising, really, when Jack emerged from the group, his hand raised meekly.

Luke gaped. “Dude!”

“You snitched first!”

“Yeah, I told Timo, not the entire team!”

“I didn’t tell the entire team!” Jack snapped. “Just Nemo!”

The group parted to reveal Nemec, who looked a bit ashamed as he looked at the floor, then back up to Luke and Timo.

“I told many people,” he deadpanned.

Luke let out a strangled sigh and ran a hand down his face. “This is such a disaster. Why the hell is everyone else here? Don’t you all have anything better to do? Pregame rituals? Meals? Naps? Anything?”

“I’ve seen Nico like this before,” Jesper piped up from beside the door. “Trust me, nothing is more important right now.”

Okay, maybe he had a point.

Luke pulled the spare key from his pocket. “Let me be clear–this is not us accosting our captain. We’re concerned. We just want to know what’s wrong. We want to help.”

“Like an intervention,” Nemo said solemnly, nodding. 

Luke gaped. “No!” He told him. “Not like an intervention! Nothing like that! We’re just checking on him, okay? As soon as we know he’s alive, we leave.”

There was some grumbling and muttering, but the team eventually agreed. 

Luke rolled his eyes as he knocked on the door a few times, calling for Nico as the group behind him stood in solemn silence. After a few minutes, and no signs of life–no shuffling, no yelling telling them to go away, no sign of their captain–Luke groaned, regret already flooding through his body as he shoved the key into the lock and turned it.

The first thing he noticed was the empty bottle of bourbon on the countertop, and Luke knew that whatever was about to happen was not going to be enjoyable. He hoped, god, did he hope, that Nico was just nursing a hangover. That he was fine, just trying to sleep off the booze, but that hope was quickly crushed. 

Nico was sitting on the couch across from the wall of windows, staring into the sunlight like he didn’t have a massive hangover (or maybe he just enjoyed the pain), unmoving. 

Or, he seemed unmoving at first. 

But Luke creeped closer, wincing at the sound of a floorboard creaking under his foot, but it didn’t matter, because Nico didn’t turn. It was only as Luke moved closer, step by step, inch by inch, that he realized Nico was moving. 

His whole body was shaking, shoulders trembling, chest heaving, as he stared out the window, crying.

He knew the exact moment that somebody else realized it, because Jesper snapped at everybody and told them that if they hadn’t been on the team five years ago that they needed to leave. There was a grumble of complaints, but Luke watched Timo hit the group with such a fierce glare that he watched some of them pale before immediately leaving the apartment. 

When all was said and done, only Luke, Jack, Timo, and Jesper remained, staring at Nico. 

Jesper sat down next to Nico. The captain looked at his friend with red, wet eyes. 

“C’mon, man.”

Nico turned away. “Leave, Bratter.”

“No.” It was Timo who spoke this time. “You missed practice, man. We’re worried about you.”

Nico gestured to himself. “Clearly, I’m fine.”

Jack eyed him. “This is you fine?”

Nico glared at him, but Jack didn’t back down. It was a stare-down. Luke wasn’t sure how long it lasted, but Nico was the one who broke first. 

He let out a harsh laugh. “Alright. Fine. Everybody so concerned about me?” He gestured at the different forms of seating in the living room. “Go ahead. Take a seat.”

In the tense silence, they did. 

Nico couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes as they spoke. He just kept looking out the window, the sun burning into his retinas, forcing him awake. 

“Everybody good? Good.” He clasped his hands together so tightly Luke watched his knuckles whiten. 

“Let me tell you about how I fell in love. And then let me tell you how I fucking ruined it.”

Author's Note: The angst is so real. Why do I do this to myself? Why must everybody be so sad? Real talk, though, thank you to everyone who is supporting this fic! It has been so fun to write so far, and I'm so excited to be fleshing out the relationships and characters further.

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Home Away From

For Two

Logic Puzzle

Patience

Leaping In

All Clean!!!

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Little "Love" Notes

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Everything and Anything (pls read cw tags)

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listen to me – jake sim x afab!reader

blurb Your friend mysterious disappears from her Halloween party, and as the good friend you are, you drive to the apartment of some random guy she left with. You, either unfortunately or fortunately, stumble upon something out-of-this-world.

info incubus!jake x human!reader ft. stayc sumin, sieun, isa (lee chaeyoung), & jay from enhypen

WARNINGS!!! NSFW, MDNI 18+ blog, dubcon/noncon since jake does influence the reader to stay, somnophilia maybe, allusion/mention of “drugging” for bad reasons, dom!reader, sub!jake, minor character deaths, swearing, reader is mean to jake, riding position (sorry it’s the only position i know how to write), use of “babe” for reader, mention of “pussy”, not proofread/edited just pure free flowing thought

this is FICTION!!!!! everything is made up by me. the stuff written out is not meant to be a representation of the people, places, or ideas mentioned. also, prob not accurate to real life counterparts – idk sex.

wc 1.7k

You were currently at your best friend Chaeyoung’s apartment for her Halloween party. You’re dressed up as Jennifer Coolidge as Fiona and Chaeyoung is Sam from A Cinderella Story.

The baby pink nightgown and matching sheer robe was bought secondhand off the internet, and you made sure deep clean and steam it. You need to smell and look good if you were going to get lucky tonight.

And you were at the point where you would fuck anyone. Literally (almost) anyone.

Your standards had been lowered substantially as your horniness levels increased substantially. It wasn’t your fault that you had been unintentionally forced into a dry spell this semester due to your internship and part time job. You were quite literally too busy to fuck.

But that was all going to change tonight. Friday, October 31st Halloween. Your bosses let you off early today due to them both having children that they were going to take trick or treating, and you had the day off tomorrow. It felt like an apology from the universe for putting too much on your plate so far.

Yes, you were angrily stewing in the corner on your phone since Chaeyoung did run away at midnight with some guy she just met at the party in true Cinderella fashion. Leaving behind a pissed you as she knew that you wanted to be at 1 AM since you work at 8 AM and it was 1:30 AM with her no where to be found.

Just great.

“Please leave a message after the tone.”

“Dude, where the fuck are you? Please send an address so I can bring you back and I can go home.”

1:30 AM

you where r u

you seriously

you ?????

you i have work in 6 hours & i want to sleep

1:35 AM

chae 1130 decelis drive

you ur alive omg

Opening up Find My for Chaeyoung’s updated location. You turn to get your car keys out of your bag, excusing yourself in the sea of people in her apartment as they throw back alcoholic drinks. Sumin and Sieun spot you from the couch and walk to you.

Sumin asks, “Where is Chae?”

“I’m going to get her right now.” You tell the duo dressed as Brianna and Gabriella, part of the group costume of A Cinderella Story.

“We’ll make sure the party doesn’t spiral out of control.” Sieun tells you.

You thank them and exit the apartment, running down the 4 flights of stairs to the parking lot.

Standing outside of whoever the fuck’s apartment, you can’t help but notice how nice the complex is. Too nice to be in your price zone. You got lucky that the set of gates were open for the holiday.

You ring the doorbell and send another text to Chaeyoung as you take notice of the immaculately decorated doorway, fake cobwebs and life size skeletons on either side of the door.

The door opens to reveal an extremely attractive guy around your age, dressed as a vampire.

“May I help you?” A thick Australian accent takes you by surprise.

“Hey, I’m here to get my friend, Chaeyoung. She’s in a white ballgown and a white mask.”

The guy nods as he not-so-subtly checks you out. “Oh her? Yeah, she’s currently busy with Jay.”

“Can I come in to get her?”

He steps aside, inviting you in. “Be my guest. I’m Jake, by the way.”

You tell him your name as you walk in. Jake closes the door behind you and points you to the hallway.

“Doors at the end.”

He walks behind you as you follow his directions. As you get closer you can hear low music behind the door, but as you raise your hand to knock, the door swings open. Chaeyoung is sound asleep on the bed and Jay is sitting up next to her, looking at you.

“She’s a little tired.” He winks at you.

“Cool. I don’t care. I’ll just carry her back to my car.”

Jay looks behind you, presumedly to Jake, but you ignore it and walk over to your friend.

Jake’s hand creep up onto your shoulders. “You should stay. Can’t you see that Chaeyoung is in deep sleep.”

You grit your teeth as you remove his hands. “I’d feel better if she was sound asleep in her own bed in her apartment. I really don’t have time for this.”

Lightly shaking Chaeyoung, you whisper. “Wake up.”

When she doesn’t stir even when you begin violently shaking her shoulders, you feel a chill creep over you. Turning to Jay, you spit out “Did you fucking drug her!”

“I didn’t drug her.”

“Oh my god, you did! What the fuck is your problem?“

“Jake.” Jay begins, but you shock him by picking up Chaeyoung. Jake stands in front of you, stopping you from leaving the room.

Your biggest mistaken was looking into his eyes – eyes that were glowing red as he began compelling you.

“Listen to me.” Your body is under his control. “Put her back on the bed and follow me to my room.”

Following his commands, you end up finding yourself in his room across the hallway. You don’t feel fully cognizant, but you know you didn’t eat or drink anything from them. You surmise that you must have inhaled something in Jay’s room; that still wouldn’t explain the glowing, red eyes.

Makeup technology has come a long way.

“Why are you doing this?”

Looking up at him, Jake smiles at you as he strokes your cheek.

“Go to sleep.”

Waking up to someone laying next to you is weird, especially when that person is Jake and you’re not at home to start getting ready for work. “You’re fucking kidding.”

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”

You try to sit up, but your body won’t move – you don’t have any feeling in your limbs.

“God, I can’t believe I made you my sleep paralysis demon.”

He dramatically sighs and pretends to faint, “You think of me?”

Thankfully, you can roll your eyes. “You’re such a dick. Why can’t I move my body?”

“You’re under my spell, babe.”

Narrowing your eyes, you open your mouth to call him a “cunt”, and not in a positive cunty way, when you watch with your own two eyes as your phone floats from your bag into Jake’s expectant hand. He notices your heart speeds up at the scariness of not understanding what was happening.

“Don’t worry, babe, it’s just some borrowed demon magic.” He casually throws out as he types on your phone. “Anddd… you’re out sick for today, you’re welcome.”

“I know you’re hot and all, but if you wanted to get my number you could have talked to me normally at Chae’s party. Not do all this weird ass shit.”

“You think I’m hot?” Jake smirks.

“Don’t ignore me!”

The next thing you know, Jake is hovering above you with his hands next to your head, his eyes on your lips. “You should touch me.”

As if the so-called “demon magic” spell was broken, one hand tangles through his blond hair and your other goes over his lush lips. “You’re hotter when you shut up.”

You did think Jake was very attractive – minus all the creep energy – you’re still not entirely sure what was happening, but you did want to fuck him. “I’m in charge now.”

Flipping him over, you have both of your knees on either side of him, pinning his hands to the bed as you sat on his waist, feeling his boner. You lean down to kiss his lips. He’s an amazing kisser which shouldn’t be a surprise, but you were thankful that he knew how to use his mouth.

“You should take your pants off.”

Jake’s pants rip clean off as you help him, discarding them off to the side. He grins when you’re immediately greeted by his dick as he wasn’t wearing any boxers.

“You went commando?”

“Easy access.”

Pushing him back down on the bed, you reach into your bra for the condom you stashed in there earlier. He raises an eyebrow at you as you open the packet. “Just like you said – easy access.”

The condom is rolled onto his dick, and you waste no time lining it up to your pussy and sink down on him. Jake throws his head back in pleasure, hissing at the feeling as you let out a moan.

“Fuck, now that’s good.” You say as you begin rocking back and forth.

He lets out a groan in response as you move your lips to his ear, “We could have done this hours ago if you just talked to me.”

“Guess we should, shit, make up for, fuck, lost time. God.”

Jake’s hips buck up to meet yours as you continue riding him, enjoying the slight strain in your thighs as your knees hold his hands down.

“Can’t use your “magic” now.”

It’s like his dick was made with you in mind with the way he’s filling you right now. The pleasure is so good that you almost lose your train of thought. But if he keeps moaning underneath you like that, you might allow dumbification to take over.

So close. And you were close to cumming.

“You’re so pretty.” Jake blurts out causing you to clench around him at the compliment. “D-don’t do that or I’ll cum.”

“But I want that.” You clench around him again and make sure to slow your movements down. Jake continues bucking his hips into you and you know he’s close when his eyes screw shut.

Smiling, you reach into your bra to clutch the silver cross and slam the item down on Jake’s chest. He screams in pain as the cross touches his skin, harming the incubus. Jay slams the door open and falls to the ground when you throw the cross at him.

Removing yourself from him, you fix your dress and grab the holy water from your bag. “Now you can’t hurt anymore girls.”

Ceremoniously, you dump the flask over Jake as the incubus inside his body dies. Once Jake lays still do you check for his pulse, faint but still there, and pick up your phone. You step over Jay’s body and dumping more holy water to retrieve Chaeyoung.

“Are you done?” She asks while checking her nails.

“Yeah, now let’s get out of here. We still have 4 more to go.”

masterlist | kinktober masterlist

author’s note happy halloween!!! idk what this turned into… but kinktober is officially ober for me! i wanted to write more, but life got in the way :/

anywayyyy time to focus on the inheritance, write the other one shots for december version of kinktober, & the other ideas i have

[tokiro07]

Toki Reads Shonen Jump 2025, Issue #9: Endings Week

One Piece: Rodo brings Luffy and co. to the ruins of the palace and explains Loki and Hajrudin's pasts as half-brothers and children of King Harald; Gunko continues to torture Loki until evil!Shanks, Figarland Shamrock, decides they need to take another approach to bring Elbaph to heel. ...What do you mean people are still arguing about Shanks being a rat? This entire chapter is about two pairs of half-brothers, it's not being subtle; unrelated, Gunko using her arrows to enhance her limbs feels like a deliberate parallel to Luffy and likely is meant to further muddy the idea that Luffy is the single successor of Joyboy

Undead Unluck: On the anniversary of their first meeting, a wedding is held for Andy and Fuuko...who are both stupid enough to forget about it; they race to Stonehenge to decide who tops tonight, but end up touching down at the exact same time, and get married beneath the full moon. This may be, for me, The Greatest Jump Ending Ever; I couldn't possibly sum it up better in this blurb, I can't wait to write my full review

Roboco: A director makes a documentary about Roboco, which is naturally 100% fabricated. Honestly, I kinda want to read THAT version of Roboco

Sakamoto: Sakamoto and Shin get ambushed in the dark, so Sakamoto uses Shin's telepathy to detect enemy assassins. It's nice to see how quickly they formed a rapport, no wonder they became partners

EluSam: As Tokiyuki approaches marrying age, more and more girls start noticing him; Tokiyuki reveals he was somewhat aware of Ayako, Shizuku and Mima's feelings for him, but he never considered them as viable options because he didn't want to elevate any of them above the others; Kojiro, man among men, spells out the obvious and sensible solution - POLYAMORY!!! MATSUI, DON'T YOU PLAY WITH ME!!! THIS BETTER BE THE REAL THING!!! MAKE ME ACTUALLY LIKE ELUSAM!!!

Witch Watch: On summer vacation, Chami's mother insists that Chami take up swim lessons like she said she would, but she ends up going to Nico's house to be lazy instead, making up a bunch of excuses about being a celebrity and not wanting to be recognized or seen in or swimsuit publicly; Nico uses a spell to make the air feel like water so they can swim privately, but accidentally raises the water level to skyscraper heights, forcing them to swim to a skyscraper for safety; the two walk home, and Chami is recognized and seen publicly in her swimsuit. Easily my favorite running gag in Witch Watch - people abusing magic to avoid certain outcomes and getting fittingly punished for it

Blue Box: As Chinatsu looks back over the years she put into improving, Yumeka looks back over the same time that she didn't and realizes that she's now the one chasing Chinatsu. I have trouble getting into a lot of sports series cus I can't follow the sport aspect, but moments like these where the characters shine through always get me

Akane: Kashio sees that despite the language barrier, Akane's refined Rakugo is able to reach the French audience; after the show, he begs her to come back to Japan, and she reveals that was already the plan. I said last week that Akane looks the same post-timeskip, and I stand by that, but there's definitely a subtle change; I want to say she has longer eyelashes and slightly more centered bangs, but I feel like there's something more that gives her this new air of maturity

Kill Blue: Eri develops a new temporary antidote for Juzo, allowing him to temporarily return not just to his true age, but to his prime; before deciding to take the fight to Oka, Juzo has fun with the Home-Ec Club and visits Noren's ramen shop one last time just in case he doesn't make it out alive. This feels pretty definitively like it's meant to be the beginning of the end - Juzo's in his ultimate form, he's actively putting a stop to the feedback loop; having another arc after all of that would run the risk of cheapening the sentiment, but I've been wrong before

Nue: Yoshichi is revealed to be an Impure Child, which is apparently a social taboo despite the fact that it makes him a ridiculous powerhouse fighter; through sheer grit, Gakuro manages to overcome their difference in power and experience and lands a solid blow. Gakuro using the fragments of his sword as floating platforms sounds cool, shame I couldn't tell what was going on through these messy panels

Kagurabachi: The Masumi bring Iori to a secure location and inform her that she'll forget everything and go back to school in 24 hours, but Chihiro realizes that she's living the life he would have had he never known his father, giving him second thoughts; he offers to explain everything to Iori so that she can make the decision herself. I'm such a sucker for parallels, they're such a great way to flesh out our understanding of a character

Chojo: Chojo, Ippongi and Cop-Bot get into an argument about their singing and enter a competition to prove who's the best, only to be trounced by Mr. Guy. I'm surprised Chojo's bad at singing, I don't remember that coming up during the idol arc

Astro Royale: As the Japanese Yakuza Association threatens Hachiku's little brother, Hibaru convinces Hachiku to turn on them as he also declares war personally. A nice sentiment to save Hachiku's brother, but the guy's a human trafficker and Hachiku has barely had any real development, so I'm not interested in getting attached to these two

Kiyoshi: The Black Parade turns out to not be some far-off event, but coming in about a week, just before the sports festival; best girl Oka comes to thank Kiyoshi for saving her and apologize for her part in summoning Asuta Roth, and Kiyoshi assures her that she's not responsible and that he'll take care of everything. Suddenly jumping to the Black Parade sure feels like a cancelation moment, but we've already established that there are two other Great Demon Lords, so this is probably just the Arlong Park of the series. Hopefully

Hima-Ten: Kanna lands a bit part in a movie and needs a touch-up on her hair, so Tenichi suggests she go to his mother's salon for a discount; Tenichi's mother immediately clocks that he's become a harem protagonist and sets him up to go on a date to the amusement park with Kanna. We're getting FOUR Kanna chapters in a row??? It's not canceled already and we're speedrunning her getting let down are we??? You have to live to prove that modern polyamory is just as acceptable as EluSam's historical polyamory!!!

Ichi: After being knocked out fighting the World Hater, Ichi finds himself in his Magic Circle, an inner world where his acquired Magiks are kept; outside, Desscaras and Togeice team up, prompting World Hater to retreat...for now. Shame that we ended the ceiling battle so soon, but I'm satisfied, and I like the lore implications of the Magic Circle

Shinobi: The Ninja Public Safety Force sends another ninja, Suzume, to act as Aoi's boyfriend since Yodaka's actual feelings for her seem to have compromised his ability to protect her; because of Suzume's shallow and misogynistic view of Aoi, Yodaka resolves to prove that he's the best fit for the job. Suzume's ability to charm women is so uncannily efficient that I have to wonder if this is his Kekkai

Hakutaku: The dev team laments Hideout Plan's failure; Hikuma's old bully Sano gives it a try, and comes to realize that he and Hikuma see the same good traits in each other but not themselves; undeterred, Noto calls everyone together to strategize their next game. I thought for sure that Hakutaku was going to end next week, but apparently we're only doing two new series this coming round, so it looks like Hakutaku's got one arc left in it

Syd Craft: Souffle gets captured and has a bomb strapped to her; a message left by the mysterious Zero Craft gives a hint for how to save her, and claims to intend to keep masterminding more cases out of love for Syd; as the ship sinks, Souffle kisses Syd to give him the air he needs to solve the puzzle and save them both. I think it says something that I forgot IMMEDIATELY that the Scissorleg Killer mentioned the obviously Moriarty/Mycroft-esque Zero Craft; seriously, I spent that review talking about Elio coming out as trans, clearly that reveal was the last thing on my mind

Ruri Dragon: Ruri helps students from other classes warm up to her by warming up their cold food with her fire breath, an obvious hazard that she's definitely getting cooked for. A super cute chapter, but it once again raises the question of where all the dragons are in the modern day; I know it's not Shindou's priority, but I hope we get a dive into the lore soon

Top 3 of the Week:

Undead Unluck OBVIOUSLY

Elusive Samurai for FINALLY giving me what I want!!! Unless Matsui is TEASING ME?!

Kagurabachi for an interesting bit of characterization for Chihiro

It's only UU that left, but somehow this feels like the week of endings; EluSam and Akane had timeskips last week to lead into what's likely their final phases, Kill Blue and Kiyoshi are acting like they're building up to a climax (even if they're not), and Hakutaku is frankly lucky to still be alive all things considered

I'm probably just being pessimistic since I won't have UU to look forward to anymore, but it feels like a big shift is coming soon

Whether it does or doesn't, I have every intention of enjoying what Jump has to offer!

[blackbirdffxiv]

A lengthy ass-post about poly-shipping no one asked for

So I'm gonna go ahead and choose passive aggressive violence, in the form of an informative, lengthy as fuck post I think some folks need to read.

I won't be adding the post here, as I don't wish to direct potential harassment to the original poster (no matter how heinous I found a majority of the list), but if you're on twitter/"X", I'm sure you've seen a lengthy notepad list of RP "hot takes".

While I agreed with some of the points made, I feel it necessary to clarify some things, particularly about the points regarding polyamorous shipping.

If you don't want to read the blurb between here and the actual point list, just scroll down until you see green font.

Most know that I myself play a polyamorous character; I ship my character with other characters belonging to different players. I've been poly-ship for YEARS, so I feel I have some experience and can say some things about it.

Some points made in the "hot takes" list alluded to people using polyamorous shipping/multi-shipping as an excuse to just ERP and mess around with multiple people without consequence.

Sadly, yes, this does happen. It's unfortunate that selfish people only looking for specific things use it as an excuse for their behavior, but the only thing people can do is be aware of what to look out for when it comes to polyamorous shipping.

So rather than allow a negative light be painted on a valid means of shipping and roleplaying your characters in relationships, I think a quick lesson is needed.

Disclaimer: these are just my personal opinion on how I feel polyships should be handled, and some red flags I have seen during my time being a polyamorous OC player. By no means is this a rulebook, more like a guide so new and veteran roleplayers alike can be aware.

What a responsible poly-shipper will do:

Introduce you to their other partners - Communication is key in any relationship, this is not just for monogomous ships, but even moreso for polyamorous. A poly OC player will be open to introducing you to their other partners; while no one expects you to be best friends, it's good to be aware of just who else you'll possibly be regularly seeing around.

Share time and effort among your partners equally - A polycule relationship should be even across the board; one partner should not be treated better than the other. Treating one or more partners better than the other(s) is just a recipe for people getting hurt, both IC and OOC.

Be open and up front at the very beginning of IC interactions - A poly OC player will be up front and honest about the nature of their character if they have an interest in possibly shipping with you, or in case the possibility of it happening is there.

Encourage communication and prioritize problem-solving - This isn't just for poly ships, but ships in general. A good writing partner will encourage and WANT you to tell them about how you feel with the ship, especially if it's a problem with an easy solution.

Always make it known if they wish to bring another partner into the polycule & pose an introduction OOC - This is the most important part of being in a poly ship, making sure EVERYONE knows if there is someone new who will be joining the ship, and making introductions before a ship is made.

What a responsible poly ship player wouldn't/shouldn't do:

Hide the status of their ships - If your partner is hiding who they are shipping with from you, in my experience, this just means a person is going behind their partner's back (and is possibly cheating on them).

Brush off any possible issues you may be having with one of the partners in the ship - A responsible partner would aim to mediate the situation, and listen to all sides.

Discourage their poly partners from seeking other partners - Not every poly OC is monogomous with their poly partner, sometimes one poly OC will be shipped with another poly OC. Your partner would not expect you to drop your other ships to be with them while they continue their own, they should respect your decision to ship with your other partners.

Keep attempts to ship with other characters a secret - A responsible poly partner will make it known when they are attempting to or want to ship their OC with another as soon as intentions and wants are known. Not after a ship is already established.

Discourage those in the polycule ship from associating with each other - A partner in a healthy polycule would never discourage their partners from associating with each other; intentional separation more than likely is a means of hiding something, such as blatant favoritism, or even to keep ships a secret (in my experience).

Anyways I'll get off my soap box. I apologize for the lengthy post, but some things I've been seeing regarding this hot takes list were so blatantly heinous, I just felt like something should be said.

Have a good evening y'all; hug your pets, tell your friends you love them, and don't let jaded people online project their problems onto you.

Stay golden

[fiberpunk027]

Thursday Bangers

Rules for your Copy and Paste: Free form a blurb or drawing based on the weekly lyrics prompt. It doesn't have to include the prompt just whatever you're inspired to write, write it! Then tag some friends so they can play as well. It doesn't have to be finished on Thursday just post it whenever you can (you have a whole week between Thursdays). Thanks to @woundedsoul12 for coming up with this!!

A hundred days have made me older since the last time that I saw your pretty face - Three Doors Down

@themontess @lottiesnotebook @caedharlowe @falcatas @thedissonantverses

And anyone else who wants to have an excuse to do a little prompt time!

This ones making me feel 14 again... which may or may not be a good thing. But this is where my brain went with this. Playing in my favorite sandbox still by hanging out in my Warden Tabris' world state. I've got a couple of different thoughts for her post awakening life but this is something I've been toying around with during the Inquisition era. More below the cut.

Was it completely out of the ordinary for Warden Commander Tabris to venture out on her own without warning? Not particularly, especially not when they were supposed to be lying low. However, to be gone now going on 5 days without word by raven at the very least, was not like her. She knew he would worry even after one day, and it wasn't like her not to take that into consideration either. Though he knew since the Calling has suddenly begun ringing in every Warden's ears her decisions had been far more compulsive than ever before. The Storm Coast was not an area one traveled lightly. Not only were bandits and wolves making their homes among the hills, but the amount of entrances to the Deep Roads that tucked away into the canyons meant darkspawn often made their presence known.

That was why when Nathaniel Howe stumbled upon the creek bed littered with the decaying bodies of darkspawn he immediately assumed the worst. A quick study of the corpses told him the tale. A fighter made their stand here, the wounds were similar to that of a dagger, likely two separate daggers wielded together. But the further he traveled up the stream the worse it appeared. The sloppiness of the kills meant the fighter must have been injured, downed to one arm possibly. His heart seized in his chest, afraid to keep going and find what he feared most lying in the creek's shallow waters. Instead he found proof of new fighters joining the fray, mages in fact. Several of the remaining bodies lying nearby carried the charred remains of fire spells across their flesh.

Finally, he found an imprint in the smooth stones on the side of the creek, where a body must have lain, but with the constant rain it was hard to tell if the body had been injured or just knocked prone. Kneeling there by the shallow water he brought a hand to shield his face, as he stared at the stones begging them to impart some clarity to this scene. Had she laid here, bleeding, dying alone? He couldn't even remember the last words he'd said to her. Had he been coarse? Had he told her something stupidly mundane? Had he said anything to remind her how loved she was? Every part of him ached with wanting to know exactly what had happened here, despite his fears that it was nothing good.

As his mind swirled with broken thoughts and lost words he noticed there in the soft stone and mud the impression of foot prints. These had arrived from the forest, leading down to the creek bed and back up again. Leaning in closer he was able to make them out. A larger set, sunk deeper into the mud possibly that of a large man, another set of larger prints though the depth they sank was far less, could be a woman or a willowy man, and last a set of tiny prints though one was more heavily sunk into the ground than the other, a sign of injury as they heavily favored one side? He followed the prints along the creek's shore as best as he could and discovered they had journey'd up the creek to what appeared to have once been an opening to the Deep Roads. Now it had been blocked with heavy stones. Only a warden would be aware of the need to block this entrance before more of the stinking beasts could escape.

This was the story as he saw it from the scene at his feet. The fighter went down, but a pair at least one being a mage had come upon them, possibly carrying the fighter away. Yet a short while later the fighter had returned, to retrieve something lost? Possibly, and they had instructed the mage to assist with closing the entrance to the Deep Roads. Then all three had left. There was no sign of struggle with the two potential rescuers, so if this was Zukal, she was not in harms way per se, but she had clearly been injured gravely if she were still unable to return to him, nor able to alert him to her safety.

He made up his mind as he shook the rain out of his hair and set his feet to following the trail these footprints left, heading into the denser forest and deeper into the canyon. Nothing would stop him from finding her and her companions. Nothing would get between him and ensuring he never left a thing unsaid ever again.

[azulera]

Hi! If you're still taking request I would like a Kylian and black reader blurb inspired by "Lovers & Friends" the usher song. :) :) :)

Way Back

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Black Reader

Words: 1.2k

Notes: not very confident about this one :/ don’t know why it’s been so hard for me to write about kylian lately, but c’est la vie. and anon i hope you like

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The park where Kylian had asked her to meet was deep in the design district and crowded, but she'd found a clear spot on a bench near a tall, bubbling fountain. It was 9am, far too early to be awake and in the sunlight after the night of expensive white attire, multi-syllabic drinks and dancing they’d had, but since she’d known him, way back in the stuffy hallways of the lycée, he’d been an early riser. The text itself had come into her phone with a seriousness uncommon to her usually buoyant, playful, friend: I need to see you, to talk. Her stomach had turned as she read it, exhilarated and uncertain, but it wasn’t like she could say no.

No more than five minutes later, the crunching sound of wheels on asphalt pulled her eyes from the brilliant display of water. It was Kylian’s car maneuvering into the lot, and as he parked, he motioned to her out of the window. When she approached, the window slid down completely to reveal his smiling face, freshly shaved and smooth, and tan from the Miami sun. He was stupidly handsome, she thought, even when he should have been still jet-lagged and hungover.

“Ça va?” He asked, pulling her into a side hug through the window, with a kiss on both cheeks. She tried to read it as the normal greeting that it was, and ignore her stomach’s fluttering.

“Ça va, Ky. What did you want to speak about?”

“D’accord, straight to it.” He laughed, his dark eyes creasing in the corners. “Come on, get in. We will talk in the car.”

She met his gaze a moment, and watched as his own tracked slowly down her body and back up. Her eyebrows sprung toward her hairline. The earlier apprehension started to shrivel, and the “no-BS” attitude that had sustained a decade of friendship threatened to return.

“Excuse me?”

“What?”

She shifted her weight to one foot. “You’re looking at me like I’m a piece of meat.”

“Mais, non, I’m just, looking.” He denied, smoothing out the neck of his t-shirt. “Last night was a little bit wild, no? I want to make sure you are okay.”

It was a viable excuse, but the anxiety twisting up her insides wouldn’t stop showing on her face. She couldn’t fight the feeling that, as was custom in their friendship, he was joking with her, that this entire meeting was a ploy to build her hopes up, only to bring them down in a pathetic crash.

“Putain, je vais pas te mordre. Why do you look so scared?”

“I don’t know,” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t know what to think anymore, Kylian.”

He sighed out harshly from his nose, turning his head, and her mind flashed to last night, when her friend had completed the same gesture while he had her pressed up against the side door of his car —the very same car she stood in front of now— both their eyes wide and breathing hard into one another’s mouths. The moment came after a night of flirty bantering that wasn’t unusual between them, but that couldn’t explain the heat in his eyes as he followed her through the party, or the hand that drifted lower and lower along her back while they danced and mingled with acquaintances. She’d excused it at first, blaming the loosening effects of alcohol on his straight and narrow system, but that moment, pressed body to body, mouths a desperate decision’s length apart, and his palms burning their prints onto her hips, crossed any of the lines that kept them on the correct side of friendship.

She wasn’t sure now that they, or if she, at least, could travel back to the other side.

“What? Do you mean about last night?” He asked.

“I mean, are we going to pretend?”

He bit his lip, but maintained eye contact, letting the question simmer, and deepen, knowing that the memory playing in his head was the very same as the one looping in hers. Her face and neck began to feel warm, and she forced herself not to touch the spots.

“You did not like it, then? What we did. Or, what we did almost. You did not want it.”

“It’s not that–“ She started, fingering one of the strands spilling from her quickly-done top knot. The jolting feeling of “Is this really happening?” rocked through her again. “I just want to know why.”

“And you are sure you don’t want to do this inside? Where we have some more, privacy?”

He looked around the park still filling with joggers and dog walkers, and she also became aware of how it might look, should someone stop and recognize him, or even worse, if they caught any snippets of the words being exchanged.

Still, she shook her head “no”. It was firm, and the wisest choice, knowing that the second she got another view of the car door, or trapped in the confines of his passenger seat, her resolve would melt like an ice-cream cone left on the pavement. His smooth words, his sweet smell, the fact that she would be within his arm’s reach - if she wanted any chance to reinstate their fraying boundaries, the conversation had to happen here.

“Okay, comme tu veux.” He leaned forward onto the window frame, his forearms flexing, and she held on to his every word. “Bien, last night, tu sais, you looked– beautiful. You do, always, but at the party–” He blew air from his mouth, and licked his lips. “And so many people came up to me, and they assumed that you were mine- I mean, that we were together. And I liked it. It felt, je sais pas, right.

Then, all through the night, it made me think. How you are the person I have the most fun with. How you know me so well. How we are compatible like – I mean, je veux dire, it is not until this trip that I realized–”

“Realized what?”

Her body flushed while he spoke, a battery of emotions blitzing through her, making her palms sweat in the morning’s rising heat, and the back of her neck tingle. Her chest, however, was heavy with the weight of the one thing she hadn’t allowed herself to want.

“‘Cause, I don’t understand. You had all these thoughts, because you liked how I looked? Or because other people thought we looked good together? That’s not – I don’t think that’s enough. If that’s all it is, physical, we should have just kissed, done whatever last night, and been done with it.”

“But, I want to do more than kiss you, Y/N. That’s why I did not. I want … I think … I want to try. If you want to.”

She knew what he meant without him spelling it out; just as she understood that this was him putting everything – the awkward adolescent fumblings and every longing look, joint off-season vacation, and pre-match phone call since then – out there, on the table, a cue for the pretenses and fears she’d built up to fall away.

“Are you serious about this, Kylian? We’re meant to be …” She took a step closer to his vehicle, her voice a murmur, and her eyes still stuck to his like he’d glued them there. There was nowhere to run, and, from the softness she read there in his look, there was no need to. “Yeah. Yes. I want to.”

“Ouias?”

She nodded, scared that more words would break the delicate thing taking form between them, which still didn't feel real. He had leaned further out of the window, but his next words reached her as if in slow motion.

“Last night I wanted you, amour. So badly. But all this time, I’ve needed you, I think. Even if I did not know it.”

“Prove it.”

The words flew from her without permission, but his eyes widened at the challenge, then burned. It lit a fire in her body the rest of the way down.

“Come here,” He crooked his fingers, the same cheeky smile on his mouth that had been there in the stuffy halls of the lycée, but now with something more meaningful, something reciprocated, in it. And just as back then, the door pulled open, and she found her way to him.

[milknbagels]

"A Simple Guide to Becoming a Kakushi"

A/N: A blurb. A drabble. An OC lore brabble that I made while feeling down. Excuse my poor writing, this was purely self indulgent.

Word Count: Probably less than 1k, samsung notes doesn't give word counts

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She couldn't be called a slayer. Not a mediocre one, not even worthless one. Because she was never a slayer in the first place.

She didn't even think she'd survive the final selection in the first place. She went through the trials with full expectations of dying first. It was obvious. She was chubby and flabby. She was slow and unathletic. She was too passive and obedient. She was prey that had yet to be hunted.

But, at every turn, she got lucky. That's the only explanation how she got through, how she survived.

Luck.

Before she even thought of being a slayer, she was performer. Young? Yes. But a performer nonetheless. She played instruments, sang, danced, anything. Anything to get a few coins for her next meal.

She was lucky to have been picked up by a group of street performers.

Then, when the group was travelling at night to the next village, they were attacked by a demon. It was a massacre. She was the only survivor.

Lucky little girl was able to hide until the slayers came and cut the demon down.

After hearing of the demon slayer's work, she begged for them to train her in some way. She promised to work hard.

She was lucky that they agreed.

Receiving training from a few low ranking slayers, she learned how to wield a sword and a few basic moves. Breathing styles did not come easy to her, but the slayers reassured her that it was normal and that she'd eventually be able to do them with enough training.

Lucky again that the slayers that took her in were lenient and passive. Those slayers would later die in a mission, shortly after she had left for the selection.

When selection came, she was lucky enough to be nearby and was one of the first few there.

When the selection started, she was travelling with a group for the first few days. The other slayers-to-be took care of most of the work, if only for survival. Meanwhile, she barely got one or two kills of her own.

Luckily, she travelled with a group.

Then when the time came to face the hand demon, a young boy with ginger hair and a haori colored green and yellow had saved her, dying in the process.

Again, lucky.

Lucky that someone went and played 'hero'.

She got lucky at every turn all the way until the time her sword came. By then, her luck had ran out.

She never dared hope. She was self-aware. She knew that she didn't deserve to be here. She just got lucky.

So, when her sword came and didn't change color when she touched it, she wasn't surprised nor heartbroken. She didn't cry nor scream. Her eyes simply lowered as she politely gave the sword back to the swordsmith, apologizing with a bow, before walking out the door.

A kakushi stopped her, telling her that she may still become a slayer, that she just needed to train more. To this, she shook her head, declining.

"I just got lucky to have come this far." She said.

The kakushi gave her a look before telling of another job she can take if not a slayer. The kakushi offered her to be part of the Demon Slayer Corps.' support brigade, to become a kakushi.

And yet again, she got lucky.

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pairing: tom bennett x fem!reader.

summary: when you hear news about your mother finding you a husband, you seek comfort in the last person you thought could help you: tom bennett. to your surprise, things take a turn you weren’t expecting.

content warnings: fake dating, flirting, kissing, confessions, just pure fluff.

note: i suck with period dialogues so don’t expect this to have that kind of writing, sorry. if there are any mistakes i apologize but as some of you may know english is not my first language. hope you enjoy! reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated.

JUST HOLD MY HAND.” you say through gritted teeth, smile plastered on your face, trying not to show how stressed you really are,

“that’s exactly what i’m doing!” tom says, rolling his eyes and looking around even more stressed than you.

tom straightens his tie, his sweaty hand holding yours like his life depends on it.

“if you don’t stay still i swear to god i’m go—” you shut up when you see your mother across de room. “she is here, are you ready?”

he smiles, the first honest smile you’ve seen in the entire night. “i was born ready, love.” tom winks at you and you immediately blush.

looking away you try to calm yourself and remember the reason why you’re doing this. it is definitely going to piss off your mother, she’s never liked tom, and you will also get her off your back.

“remember,” you say as you make your way to her. “be polite and don’t make any witty comments, please.”

“don’t worry.” he wears his singular smirk, the one that makes you weak in the knees, and you force yourself to look straight ahead. but he notices and chuckles, leaning a little bit closer to leave a kiss on your cheek, sending shivers down your back. “m goin’ to be the perfect boyfriend.”

“fake boyfriend.” you emphasize, squeezing his hand as you get closer to the woman. she’s talking with a couple of friends, glass of champagne in hand, but her gaze is on you. your mother is smiling but you know her blood is boiling under that facade.

“still the only boyfriend you’ve ever had.” he mocks you.

you know he’s just teasing you and wants you to react; that’s how tom bennett is, and it’s not the place to start arguing with him, even though you like to rile him up.

“your precious daughter is here!” one of your mother’s old time friend says. she’s wearing a big black hat while one of her hand has glass of champagne and the other a cigarette. only when she leans to kiss you on the cheeks, she notices tom. “and who is this handsome man?”

you make eye contact with your mother and you can see clearly in her eyes how she begs you not to say anything. you hesitate for a second but tom clears his throat and offers his hand.

“the boyfriend, ma’am.”

the gasps are way too dramatic but exactly the reaction you were expecting. however, your mother doesn’t react at all, there’s not a single change in her expression.

“oh, yes!” she finally says, leaving her glass at the table behind her. the fake smile she has reserved for this kind of events makes you nauseous. “we thought it would be a great idea to tell the news today… you know how my daughter loves to be the center of attention.”

tom caresses your hand with his thumb. his jaw is tense and you know he’s probably biting his tongue to not say anything.

“yes!” after a few moments you finally react, you will not let her win, it does not matter how much she pushes. “i really wanted to show him off.” you giggle, and tom plays his part too. he lets go of your hand and pulls you close by the waist while you rest your hand on his chest.

“what a beautiful pair you two are!” another woman says and you can’t believe how fake all these people are.

“enjoy the party.” you smile back at them, taking tom’s hand once again.

“i’ll join you.” your mother says, excusing herself with the group of people surrounding her.

you scoff, rolling your eyes when you turn away. you wish she would’ve stayed with them but she follows you to the garden.

“what are you doing?” she whispers, taking your arm with all the strength she has. and it hurts.

“i don’t know what you’re talk—”

“don’t take me for a fool, child.” a couple walks past you and she lets you go, at what tom immediately moves to stand between her and you, making sure she doesn’t put her hands on you again. “you want to embarrass me? is that what you’re trying to accomplish?”

“not everything revolves around you.” you fight back, the way she acts makes you want to cry. and you think tom notices that because he caresses your back without your mother noticing. “you didn’t think about asking me before trying to send me off to marry some old man?”

your mother’s gaze finds tom and the way she rolls her eyes reminds you of a child throwing a tantrum.

“this will not last.” she breathes through gritted teeth, scowling up at him.

“being mad doesn’t suits you,” you smile, scrunching up your nose. “it makes you look older.” rasing your index finger you caress the point between your eyebrows to show her exactly where her lines of expression are more noticeable.

she sighs, like giving up. but you know that’s not your mother, she may forget all about it tonight just for the sake of her perfect party. “we are going to have a long conversation tomorrow.” then, she turns around and walks away with a broken ego.

“that was scary.” tom says after a long period of silence. you sit on a concrete bench and sigh, already tired of the lie. “i like it.” he laughs and sits beside you. but when you look at him you can’t help but laugh too, pushing him by the chest playfully.

“do you think she believed us?” you ask, playing with your dress. tom reaches for your hand, giving it a little squeeze to make you look at him. when you do, he has a reassuring smile dancing on his lips.

“i do.” he looks inside the house and sees your mother right in his line of vision, keeping an eye on you. “but we have the whole night to keep pretending.”

“i’m sorry for dragging you into this.”

you really are sorry for going to him with your problems because you’re not even friends. you are friends with his sister and you know her well, but with tom is different. all your conversations always end with him flirting with you, although that doesn’t surprises you at all because he is like that with every girl in town. all your friends have fallen for him. and, even if you will never say it out loud, you won’t deny you find him quite easy to the eye or that he makes your heart beat faster every time he’s around.

you went to his house to seek advise from his sister but she wasn’t there, and you were so upset that when he asked you what happened you blurted everything out. after he made fun of your meaningless problems, he really felt pity so you started talking, and you talked for hours. so much that you ended up asking him for help. the last man you thought would ever want to help you.

“i had nothing better to do.” he shrugs, leaning against the back of the bench. “besides, i like to piss off moms.”

you bite the inside of your cheek. “well, i’m still sorry.”

tom sits upright, placing his hands inside the pockets of his jacket, and leans towards you. “there’s something you could do,” he speaks softly as if sharing a secret. “a kiss will make it better.”

“you’re disgusting.” you move away, all the blood from your body going straight to your face.

“even if your mother is looking at us right now?” he says, his eyes fixed on the entrance behind you where your mother is nowhere to be seen.

“she is?!” you ask, surprised.

“don’t look! we don’t want to look suspicious, do we?”

for a moment you think about it. you want her to believe that you and tom are in a relationship. and the last thing you want is for her to suspect and start questioning you.

that thought is what drives you to find balance in tom’s shoulders as your lips collide against his.

his lips aren’t as soft as you though they were going to be but they still make your heart beat faster and your body tickle. it’s definitely not the first time you are kissing a boy but it is the first time you feel something.

your friends always told you when you kiss a boy you see fireworks and all the butterflies of the world in your belly, but you don’t feel anything like that. you feel calm—even though your heart beats like crazy in your chest—and little stars behind your eyes. you like what you feel.

tom cups your face, thumbs caressing your cheeks, and the loud music and people chatting become a light thrum in the background.

it flows naturally, like you were supposed to do it in the first place. it’s a slow and gentle kiss, he leaves his hands on your face to make you feel comfortable and it’s not what you were expecting when you dreamed about kissing tom bennett. you expected him to be smug and get carried away, to feel his hands pressing you against his body. you wouldn’t have minded if that was the case but you like how he keeps you close with a softness you didn’t know tom had in him, like you’re going to break if he tries something more.

after a couple of minutes that feel like hours, tom pulls away and you, instinctively, chase after his lips making him laugh lightly at you.

you feel overwhelmed and dizzy, his lips leaving yours with a tickling sensation as you try to breathe properly again and find the words lost in your mind.

tom doesn’t make fun of you or says something witty to ease the tension like he always does, he just looks at you with his bright blue eyes and waits for you to take the next move; it doesn’t matter to him what is going to be, he will take whatever it is.

“is she still… looking at us?” you still feel like flying after what you experienced and it’s really the only thought coming to you.

he chuckles and shakes his head but still looks behind you, there are people looking at you and they’ll surely tell your mother, but she’s nowhere to be seen. it is then that tom decides to be honest for the first time in his life.

“well,” he begins to say, and you immediately notice he is nervous. there are a few things you’ve learned about tom bennett from all the years you’ve been friends with his sister. his hand running though his hair and the tip of his tongue poking out from the corner of his lips when he’s about to either lie or say the truth is one of those things. “she wasn’t looking. i just wanted to kiss you.”

the way your face heats up makes him smile, which only makes you even more flustered. that confession of his is something you weren’t expecting, but at the same time you know the reputation tom bennett has with the ladies around town.

“do you think of me as another one of your conquests?” you ask him, gaze fixed on the patterns of your dress.

“you think so badly of me?” with his thumb he lifts your chin up but you refuse to look him in the eyes, too flustered still and shy of being so open with him. “don’t you think i have other things to do than just sit all the afternoon in the living room listening to you and my sister gossip while drinking tea?”

his words are enough to make you raise your head and, finally, look at him. the moonlight accentuates the sharp features of his face, giving him almost an angelic look.

“i agreed to do this because not only i don’t want you marrying some old french man.” his hand find yours, fingers playing with your own like two kids too nervous to hold hands. “but because i don’t want you to marry someone else at all.”

if his previous confession surprised you, this one makes your heart stop beating. you look at him trying to find the joke, a part of you expecting him to burst out laughing at any time. but one minute passes, and then another, and he keeps looking at you with all the patience in the world, not rushing you, not pushing you into anything; just giving you all the time you need to absorb all the information he threw you in the face.

do you like him? do you feel the same way? you have to admit you find him rather handsome. his blonde hair, puffy lips and blue eyes have appeared in your dreams more times than you can count. you’ve also find yourself daydreaming as you watch him across the room, sitting in the armchair smoking as his sister tells you the new gossips you don’t hear because you are too lost in your mind. you always listen attentively to everything he has to say, mesmerized by the way he expressed his beliefs, how despite showing to everyone that facade of ‘i don’t care about anything’ deep down he really cares. a lot. but he only lets it show with the people he trust the most. and recently you’ve noticed that you are one of those people. you enjoy his company and anecdotes, you make sure to stay at his house way past your curfew so he can walk you home and you can listen to his jokes and laugh at them, and talk and brush your hands and feel your whole body tickling by the proximity neither one of you dares to close.

do you feel the same way about him? in all honesty, you never considered it because you never really thought tom would feel something for you. you thought he just saw you as his sister’s rich and annoying friend who spent way too much time at his house, so he had no other choice but to put up with you and, in the end, he just ended up liking how nice and friendly you really are. you never thought he would see you as something more—as a woman.

you never thought about it until this very moment where he looks at you like you’re the only woman in the world, like you’re the sun and the stars and the most precious of all gems.

and just like that you don’t even have to think about it.

“oh my mother is going to be so pissed off.” that’s all he needs as a confirmation to crash his lips against yours. this time he’s not gentle but it doesn’t matter, because you pour all your feelings into that searing kiss. a kiss that leaves no doubt that you are both finally alive.