#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….

[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.

[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.

[vhagarlovebot]

FOLKLORE. send me a prompt/kink/scenario and a character, and i will write you a drabble/blurb.

fake dating with tom bennett? congrats on 3k!!

ONLY ONES WHO KNOW.

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.

[weeeeeekly]

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

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

[mosaickiwi]

Meowdy~

I'm Momo/Mosa c: either one

I like to write!!! Except it's just for 14DWY 99.999999% of the time sorry. I need to reformat this pin at some point... getting too long 🧍‍♀️

if u wanna support me here's a kofi link :3c

if u wanna read stuff on ao3 instead here's another link :3c <- it's very empty rn tho!!

anyways ur here for some silly fics??? have a list ⬇⬇⬇ most recent ones are at the top and/or highlighted!

14 Days With You

Excuses, Excuses

your angle... or yuor devil

An Offering for the Koi God (AU)

Home Away From

For Two

Logic Puzzle

Patience

Leaping In

All Clean!!!

Kabedon (politely)

Little "Love" Notes

14DWY as a Drama (AU)

Fall Unto Me (Demon!Ren AU) part one, part two, part three, part four, epilogue info dump

Everything and Anything (pls read cw tags)

Soft - Light

Hide and Seek

Illusion of Choice

"Bad" Gift Giver Angel (head canon list)

Nails, TV, Moving

Sick Nasty

Someone in Between, Something Intertwined

Masterlist of NSFW [REDACTED] fics and blurbs

These aren't posted publicly at the moment, so it's a WIP with ao3 versions slowly being uploaded

REQUESTS: OPEN FOREVER!!

i get to it when i get to it

Request Guidelines

~PLEASE READ~

While I currently don’t write smut for requests, 14 Days With You is intended for an 18+ audience, so please keep that in mind and have your age visible in your bio! If you prefer to be anon remember to send another letting me know it's you from your main account! <3

ALL REQUESTS ARE FOR 14DWY [REDACTED] AT THE MOMENT (but other characters can just so happen to be there too!! but angel is still dating/interested in redacted only sowwy)

Please be clear and concise about what you want. A few sentences works great, but if you do want to paint a bigger picture, 70 words at most! <- This applies to the request itself not the entire message! Feel free to get silly in my asks otherwise.

Please don't direct me/give me a script! Gentle reminder that I am not a bot.

Additionally, since some requests might be similar in content I may combine or do only one of them.

With that said, please don’t rush me! I have other things I’m working on + irl c:

All fics are a gender neutral reader unless otherwise specified in the request through certain topics.

If any of these are unclear, ASK so I can clarify <3

Requests CAN be:

SFW, fluff, angst, comfort, implied/mentions of smut i.e. aftercare, roleplay before the action, ~vaguely~ alluding to school/college/etc., AUs as long as they aren’t someone else’s (unless the creator has stated to be okay with it), death and murder!!

Requests CANNOT be:

smut/explicit NSFW, cheating, self harm, student life stuff (studying or something similar is fine just pls spare me from having to think about college/campus bullshit 😭), angel being mean to redacted

Request List (please check to avoid repeats!)

Anxious, Clingy, Nervous Angel

Lazy Cuddle Day

Low Motivation Angel

Super Obsessed Angel

A Little Free Time

Touch Averse Angel

Wedding Day

Literal Domestic Fluff (Fox Ren)

A Sick Angel

A Riding Lesson

Your Actual First Kiss

Flip the Script(s) - Isekai AU

Very Cherry

Redecorating

Shorts

Beach "Date"

[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.

[devitalise]

Omg I really thought this would be the month I'd beat you to the punch with a check-in but once again time has evaded me & May is, in fact, over in a mere few days 🤥 I think I need to start keeping a physical calendar again to avoid these jumpscares BUT ANYWAY!!! MAY READS!!!! END OF SUCCESSION THOUGHTS!!! WHAT ON EARTH IS IMO GONNA WATCH & READ NEXT!!! 🎤

maybe next month you'll get me.. answering this a lil early so excuse any thoughts that aren't Fully Developed i'll just be away from my laptop and you know how much i love these

may book wrap up

in cold blood by truman capote

i can't remember what i said about this last month. maybe i'm the only person in the world who didn't know this was a "true crime novel" i thought i just picked up a fictional crime genre book. my mistake! general personal thoughts on the gross peversive nature of true crime aside, i think this as investigative journalism (with a questionable bias, fictionalised events, general capote tendecy to lie and gossip) i didn't hate reading it. i could absolutely tell how taken Capote was with Perry Smith in this, he kept coming back to reiterate details about his upbringing and i had to skim parts just because they were of little interest to me. i haven't read anything where the author has managed to so completely remove themselves from their writing like this before. took me a while to read it was a kindle choice and i struggled with reading this month.

podcast: overdue (really enjoyed this podcast set up, actually.) music: red dead redemption 2 soundtrack and this playlist

the piano teacher by elfriede jelinek

unlikable loathsome woman in Austria, this time. really dislike books like this, and this was barely any different. i think Jelinek as an author is neat, i see why she won a nobel peace prize, i'd love to be able to read German to get what was lost in translation. didn't love the story at all here. menacing and gross. what i found most interesting (and hated reading in equal parts) was erica's fucked up relationship with her mother. hate your mother hate the part of her that lives within you, etc etc. i thought this would be sexier, or at least just have more sex like the blurb promised, but other than a few voyeuristic encounters it lacked it completely. sexless and stale. a lot of men dislike this book, though, so if anyone asks then i absolutely loved it.

i read two reviews about this, both with opposing views to my own but interesting to read. music: this soundtrack that almost sent me to sleep. won't be watching the movie

heatwave by victor jestin

it got hot towards the end of last week and i could finally crack open this short little book. i didn't hate it, wasn't blown away by it either. apparently i don't read blurbs - another shock here! i think because these are books that i bought so many months ago when it comes to reading them it's like oh?? well. i was distracted and tanning and drinking gin & tonics whilst reading, and i think this needed more of my attention than i could give. or maybe that's just me being generous.

no links for this one. pending.

i'm currently reading bonjour tristesse by francoise sagan. i've actually finished it but there's two stories in one so i'm on A Certain Smile now. more french books, they're the only books i have set in the summer at the moment. i started reading it on the beach, too.

i bought some new books: season of migration to the north by tayeb smith, the thief's journal by jean genet, my father's diet by adrian nathan west, and diary of a film by niven govinden. i've been reading some really hard books this year (and have bought four more) so i'm gonna switch lanes to some easier reads. the atlas six and nightbitch are probably the easiest of the ones i own at the moment.

AHHHH SUCCESSION.

kendall roy....

i have mixed thoughts about the ending i think it makes perfect sense what went down with the siblings, it doesn't mean that kendall being betrayed hurts me any less. i'm emotionally exhausted after finishing it so i've been watching cooking competitions on netflix. next is the sopranos as my Drama of Choice

also i've been listening to the once upon a time at bennington college podcast you recommended! really enjoying it so far

[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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[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Hi! I’m kinda having a shitty mental health week and feeling a bit fragile (did I just cry over toast? Yes.) so I thought I’d write a little Az blurb thing about him comforting Reader during a bad spell 💛

Az would know you were having a bad time just from the slightest pinch in your brow. You’d be trying to rouse some enthusiasm for the family games night you’ve dragged yourself to, but all you really want to do is leave. Az senses this pretty quickly.

You get up to fetch yourself another drink, and he follows. His fingers gently knead the back of your neck, the tension gathered there, and he says in a quiet voice just for you: “We can leave, you know.”

You do know. But you don’t want your mate to miss out on quality time with the rest of the Inner Circle just because you’re feeling out of sorts. You fasten on a smile and insist, “I’m okay.”

“You’re not okay.” His hand moves from your neck, down your back in a comforting sweep. Just because he always needs to be touching you in some way. “Let’s go home, my love.” He kisses your head. “We can hide from the world together.”

And, well, that’s certainly an offer you’re not going to refuse. A busy life means that you and Az rarely have the time to shut yourselves away and just…be. The prospect of it almost brings you to tears. You hadn’t realised quite how much you needed it.

Az, bless his heart, concocts an excuse for the two of you to leave early, and when the rest of the IC tease you both for sneaking away to fuck, he rolls his eyes and doesn’t give away, for one second, that you’re not okay. The two of you offer your goodbyes, and then he’s scooping you up in his arms and flying you back to your house.

In the hallway, he places you down and then turns you to face him, unfastening the buttons of your coat. You smile fondly and tell him, “I can take my own coat off, Az.” But he merely replies “I know.” and continues to help you. In moments, he’s hanging your coat up and slipping off your boots, and then he leans down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

“Go get comfy on the sofa.” He tells you. “I’ll be through in a minute”

You would bed down on your sofa, swathing yourself in blankets that comfortingly smell just like your mate. The fire is roaring in the corner, and you tip your head back and close your eyes and just…breathe, listening to the sounds of Azriel moving around in the kitchen.

You know, as you sit there, that ending the night early was the right thing to do. You can’t be around people when your mind tries to fight you like this. And Az knows that. Knows he’s the only one that can help.

It’s a little while later that you hear him approaching, and your eyes flutter open. His steady hands are carrying a tray packed full of all sorts of different foods, and you sit up, smiling softly and asking, “what’s this?”

“I raided the sweet treat cupboard.” Az announces rather proudly, placing the tray down on the coffee table. “All your favourites. Take whatever you want.”

The sweet treat cupboard is an object of fond, playful ridicule to the rest of the Inner Circle. A single cupboard in your kitchen that you and Az keep constantly stocked full with your favourite sweets and biscuits and chocolates — always there for whenever you may need them, or simply want them.

And amongst all the delicious food, Az has brewed a steaming pot of your favourite tea, too. He pours out two cups, and then he’s sitting beside you, shifting your legs onto his lap. He grabs your hand and presses a kiss to the backs of your fingers.

“I love you.” He tells you earnestly, his eyes like warm honey as they stare into yours. “Whatever it is you’re feeling…or dealing with…I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

You swallow down the lump of emotion that rises in your throat, studying your beautiful mate. You still pinch yourself regularly, not quite able to believe you’re lucky enough to have him. But you do have him, and he makes sure you never, ever doubt it. Takes care of you like nobody ever has before.

“I love you, too.” You smile softly. “Thank you, Az…for always being by my side.”

He leans in, kisses you quick. “You never have to thank me for doing what I love to do. Ever.”

You can’t help it, though. You’re so, so lucky. And as Azriel leans forward, not looking much at all like the intimidating spymaster as he opens the packets to little cakes and sweets, your heart lurches in your chest with pure, unadulterated love.

The two of you spend the rest of that night drinking tea and gorging on sweets, and Azriel has you smiling and laughing as though you don’t have a care in the world, his arms a steadying presence around you. His voice a soothing song. You talk and talk into the late hours, your anxiety fading away.

Returning home early was definitely the right thing to do.

And you and Az would definitely have to restock the sweet treat cupboard.

[ashwhowrites]

Request: Fluster Prompt #3, with A=you, B=Eddie, with Steve, Robin and/or Nancy playing along. This sounds like so much fun for everyone involved... except Eddie. ;D

•A’s friends C and D notice that A is purposely flustering B, so they turn in into a drinking game. Every time B blushes, stutters, or chokes on their drink, they take a drink.

I just know I'm going to have a blast writing this. All fun for the reader and her friends but it's all just games for Eddie 😭

This is a short blurb

Steve decided to throw a huge party for his birthday—well, not huge, just for the group. But everyone seemed to be having a good time. Well, mostly everyone.

Y/N got a tad bored as Eddie had been talking to Dustin for hours. She did not want to be clingy, but she missed her boyfriend. With him at school and her always working, there isn't much alone time. And now they are spending the weekend with Steve. She loved Steve, but why did he have to have a party?

When she got bored, it was never good news for Eddie. which is what Robin, Steve, and Nancy have noticed.

The three of them watched as Y/N sat up straighter and sent a glare in Dustin's direction. Shrinking under her gaze, he swiftly excused himself. They watched as a smile lit up her face, and she placed herself in Eddie's lap. Eddie's cheeks flush right away, and his eyes look up at her instantly. She was whispering in his ear; they couldn't hear what was being said, but they have their theories based on how Eddie's eyes went huge and he swallowed hard.

"I got a game for Steve's lousy party," Robin started, and Steve glared, "Let's take a drink every single time she flusters Eddie, which can be a blush, stuttering, or choke." Steve and Nancy agreed with a laugh.

The three decided to stand closer to the couple to get a front row view.

"Hey guys, come sit." Y/N smirked as she patted the seats near her. Driving herself deeper into Eddie's lap. A small moan was heard in everyone's ears, but no one said a thing. Just a quick, small drink between the three.

The group quickly fell into conversation; the couple, though, were too into each other. Eddie was literally eating Y/N's face off. Steve gagged loudly near Eddie's ear. Eddie pulled away with a shove to Steve's shoulder.

"So Eddie, how is the band going?" Nancy asked as she held her half-full solo cup.

"Oh, it is going really well, plus it gets this one very horny, nothing beats hot groupie sex." He teased as his arm swung over Y/N's shoulder. He wanted to play, huh?

"And girls, when they say guitar players know what to do with their fingers, they are telling the truth." She added as she grabbed Eddie's hand and kissed his fingertips. Eddie began to cough as he choked on his own spit.

She smirked as she threw her own arm over his shoulder. "Oh yes, nothing makes me want to get on my knees more than his cropped tops on stage." She smirked as Eddie cheekily blushed and offered a small smile to the floor.

Nancy, Steve, and Robin gave each other a quick glance, and another sip followed.

Another sip.

Steve was a tad tipsy, so his next words caused everyone to laugh: "Let's talk about our kinks." "I want to know some freaky stuff about everyone."

Everyone took turns spilling their kinks; many laughs were shared, and a few judgmental stares were thrown. The three were excited to see how Eddie was going to handle this new topic.

Eddie may be loud, but he did not want to air out his dirty laundry for everyone. "I'm just into the hair pulling, teasing, and handcuffs," he quickly said as he grabbed his drink to take a sip.

"Bullshit. Eddie loves to be tied up and fucked in his ass." She laughed as Eddie choked on his drink, coughing with watery eyes. The group laughed and took another sip.

"He's also a perv, but I love it," she said as she kissed his lips. He hummed at her familiar taste.

"Eddie, do you prefer her as a top or bottom?" Robin asked 

"um, I- I guess I like her on t-t-op" He stuttered out as Y/N began to trail her fingers through his air, tugging lightly.

The three took another sip.

"He so does, he turns into a big screamer," Y/N added as Eddie blushed yet again.

Another sip

Their cups were running low as the night progressed.

Another sip when Y/N began to rub Eddie's knee made him blush hard.

Another sip came when she reached over to slap Steve, her boobs smacking right in Eddie's face. He whined.

When she got up to go to the bathroom, her ass brushed up against Eddie's hard on, and he didn't hide the moan there.

The final sip and end of the cup occurred when she grabbed Eddie's hand and began to bring him upstairs.

"Hey, do not go in my bedroom!"

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[parkerpeter24]

could u write a tasm!peter fic where like, during that talk with peter 2 in nwh where he tells him to not give up bc him and mj made it work and all he remember this girl he’s been crushing on, which is the reader obviously, and after he comes back he makes a move and its super cute cos he’s shy and nervous and all that yk what i mean like anyway mwah bye love ya

i tried girls. also, sorry for the late reply <3 i just thought i’d make this a part of the nwh blurbs since i haven’t written any more 😭

painting : tasm!peter x reader

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you thought another day in new york would be like the usual, boring and exhaustive, like it always was. however, you were proven wrong when a bus came hurtling towards you as a consequence of a fight between the city’s beloved spider-man and the lizard.

your feet were frozen to the ground, unable to move however hard you tried, as you watched the huge metal being thrown at you. your arms flew in front, bracing yourself for impact.

but it never came.

in that moment you’d thought that you died. but as you opened your eyes, all you could see was a blue and red coloured suit that was holding a man inside of it. a spider-man, to be specific.

“go, go, move out of the way!” he yelled towards you even though his attention was undivided towards the mass of citizens evacuating the area and the giant green reptile, who was now being referred to as doctor curt connors, one of the most brilliant scientists working at oscorp, by j jonah jameson.

you rushed away from the scene, finding a spot to hide and watched from a distance as spider-man took down the lizard.

a wave of applause and cheers were heard from the citizens who were yet again saved by the friendly neighborhood superhero.

that was the first time you saw spider-man.

the second time you saw him was, however, more awkward than dangerous.

peter was already late for dinner and he was sure he would be hearing an earful from may so he just stopped at the grocery store to get her favorite yogurt for dessert. he jogged inside the store as soon as he landed on the pavement after his patrol, still in his blue and red suit but to his advantage, the place was not too crowded.

“can i get two strawberry yogurts?” he asked the owner of the shop.

the middle aged man pulled out two yogurts from the refrigerator nearby and placed it on the counter, eyeing the random stranger in a spider-man costume wearily, “five dollars.” he mumbled.

as peter searched for his wallet in the hidden pockets of his suit, he found his heart drop, just like his wallet probably had earlier in the day while he was busy fighting the green reptile.

“i-i don’t have any money on me.” peter replied sheepishly, waiting for the older man to reply.

and the reply was as he’d expected, “sorry, man, no money, no yogurt.” the deli’s owner was obviously thinking that peter was some rando in a costume while he was too nice to play the but-i-save-the-city-every-night card.

“alright.” peter pursed his lips even though he was aware the elder couldn’t see it. he noticed that his phone had also taken some of the beating from before.

what he failed to notice, however, was that a girl– you– standing a few feet away from him has heard this conversation.

you walked to the counter just as spider-man turned around to leave, “excuse me? i’d like to buy those two yogurts.” and you placed a five dollar bill on the counter.

peter didn’t think much of it at all as he walked out the door. everyone had their share of luck and he guessed today just wasn’t his day. he’d have to profusely apologise to may for being extremely late and not bringing her anything except for a busted lip which he got when he “walked into a wall.”

just as the teenager held out his hand to swing away to reach a bit earlier for dinner at his aunt’s, he heard a call of his name, well, his alter ego’s name.

“spider-man!” you called out, running towards him. the superhero turned around and watched you get closer until you were two steps away from him, panting heavily, “h-hey! i got something that belongs to you.”

spider-man didn’t say anything for a hot second, making you pull out the two cups of may’s favorite yogurt from a little compartment of your backpack.

“for me?” peter asked you.

“yeah, you wanted it and i saw you didn’t have any money so i thought i’d get it for you.” you smiled sweetly at him and peter’s heart swelled with gratefulness.

nonetheless, he started to politely deny, “oh, i couldn’t possibly-” only to be cut off mid sentence.

“it’s the least i can do after you saved my life.” you handed him the cups, “i’ll see you around i guess..”

you didn’t wish for the conversation to end so soon but there wasn’t really anything left to say as you found yourself taking a step back.

“i hope so too.” peter mumbled before clearing his throat. he was just grateful for the sweet gesture and that was the only reason his heart was fluttering inside his chest, there couldn’t have been another reason. he shook the thoughts out of his head, “thanks a lot. you’re my hero!” peter complimented, making you laugh before he swung away.

god how he wished he could stay there and hear you laugh again.

after that day, peter really tried to control the urge to find you but failed miserably. all he wanted was to get to know you, hence he visited the two places he’d seen you that day frequently, just to get a glimpse of you again. and when he did, he was beyond happy. now all he had to do was approach you and ask you to be his friend.

he wasn’t quite sure how.

he landed at the deli after finding it to be not one of those days when he was confident behind his mask and ended up going inside to get a sandwich. the brunette was pretty sure the store was his new favorite place for food.

he went in again and there was the owner, eyeing him weirdly once more. he chuckled nervously, “can i get a cheese sandwich?”

“you got the money?” the owner asked and peter pulled out his wallet this time to show the guy before he went in to heat up his sandwich.

“here for yogurt again?” peter’s head snapped around at your voice so suddenly that his wallet fell out of his hands. “oh, sorry i didn’t mean to startle you.” you bent down and picked it up for him, your gaze falling to a picture of an old couple. you averted your eyes and closed the wallet before you could take a good look, “s-sorry i didn’t mean to pry.”

he took his the brown wallet from your hands quickly, “it’s alright, as long as you didn’t look.”

“i didn’t.” you assured peter with a little smile, “so… what are you doing here?”

waiting for you. “i’m just getting a sandwich. you?”

“milkshake.”

peter had finally got an opportunity. he found a conversation starter. he also found that you visited the deli frequently since it was the closest to your apartment building. since that day on, peter shared his stories with you. he told you about his patrol, sometimes– very rarely– about his personal life, until one day he decided that he could no longer keep his identity from you, finally summed up the courage and told you who spider-man really was.

he was the most beautiful boy– inside and out– you’d ever known in your entire life.

———

“you have someone?” peter, the other peter, asked the question as he found the brunette watching peter– the one who belonged to this universe– and mj; who also belonged to this universe.

the first thought that popped into peter’s head was that it would be a large exaggeration to say that he *had* you. he did have you, but all you wanted was to be friends with him, or so he thought. if not, you probably would have said something. peter didn’t think he could be more obvious with the fact that he had fallen utterly in love with you.

“well, there’s this girl… but, i-it’s complicated.”

“it’s always complicated with us.” the peter who was preparing a cure for the green goblin said.

“sure is. i got no time for peter parker stuff anyway.” he shrugged.

“she know it’s you?” the older peter asked.

“yeah, yeah she does. i told her. but i don’t think she’d like me back” peter chuckled as he got closer to the cure for connor.

he remembered the day he saved you from the lizard and he remembered he’d been working on the cure since then. finding connor’s cure would make one threat less for new york city, but a big part of peter was concerned to assure your safety first. peter also remembered the night he suddenly ended up in this different new york.

it didn’t look much different, but he could feel it.

the friendly neighborhood spider-man was no longer in his neighbourhood. he was supposed to make it to dinner at yours this time. peter wondered how he always ended up tangled in some weird situation instead of making it to a peaceful dinner and a night with movies.

“well, i wouldn’t give up.” the other peter smiled, making him smile back.

the multiverse was real. and if his universe has introduced you to him, then he’d better do something something to prove to it that he was worth having you.

———

fortunately, it had been less than 24 hours before he was back to his universe. he looked at his phone and found thirty seven missed calls and twenty texts from you, twenty nine missed calls from may and texts from gwen and harry asking for his whereabouts. he rushed to get to your apartment quickly.

it had been almost an year since peter knew you, but his heart rate doubled just as he reached your window. he found you in your usual spot, at your study desk, reading a book you had talked to him about a few days earlier and how you were ecstatic that you finally bought it.

you looked back at the source of the sound, not surprised at all, before turning your head back to your book. peter knew you’d be upset but he found the window open, making his heart ease a little. he slid it open and climbed inside your room, “y/n?” his voice was soft– unrestrained of the mask– making it hard for you to focus on your book, “hey.” he took a few steps towards you.

you turned around in your seat and peter prepared himself for a long lecture as he fiddled with his mask in his hands, but all you did was get up off your chair and walk out the door.

the brunette followed you like a lost pup, beyond confused as you didn’t utter a word. he followed you to the kitchen where bowls of uneaten snacks were kept. peter felt guilt fill him up from head to toe, “y/n, i’m really sorry.”

“i thought you were seriously hurt.” your voice was so calm, it sent shivers down peter’s spine.

“i’m sorry, i can really explain this time, i-it was so weird, i got sucked into the multiverse and-”

“the multiverse? that’s real?”

“y-yeah, and it’s crazy! i found two mes, well, they were different but kinda like me.” peter explained, waving his hands around in the air. you listened intently now, “you remember the lizard?” you nodded your head, “he was there, and there were a bunch of other villains, and i helped cure them.”

“you did?”

“yeah and i-i got something to tell you.” he muttered.

“i’m still very pissed at you for not showing up last night but do go on.” you watched his cheeks turn pink.

“i’m going to make it up to you. when i-i was stuck in that other universe, i had a talk with the other peter and i, well h-he told me about his mj, and i realised how you, are my mj.” he shook his head, “n-no. my y/n.”

“what?”

“what i’m trying to say is that-”

“i like you too, peter.”

peter’s head snapped up to look into your eyes, “you do?”

“you really thought you could hide that from me?” you chuckled, making him smile.

“wow.” peter let out a breath of relief, “i thought this would be harder than this!”

“just shut up and kiss me.”

and then his lips were on yours.

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Morning Star

Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, just some tooth rotting fluff I guess and... kids...

“Alright kids! Single file line please!” A woman said over some rowdy children at the entrance of the compound. ‘These must be the kids Tony told us to welcome’ you thought.

Every year, Tony opens the compound to kids all over the country. Its kind of a field trip staple at this point. This year Tony chose Bucky and me to welcome and tour the the kids around.  “You ready, y/n?” Bucky asks. "I guess so”, I mean they’re just children right?

“Okay kids let’s greet our tour guides a good morning!” “Good morning!” all the kids screamed. Okay, this is going to fun. “Hi kids, I’m Agent Barnes, some of you might know me as the Winter Soldier. Those names feel a little to formal for me so you guys can call me Bucky-” “Hi Bucky” The kids said in unison making you and Bucky chuckle a bit.

“-And this lovely being beside me-” Bucky added a wink making you roll your eyes “-Is Agent y/l/n, you can call her y/n but you may also know her as-” “MORNING STAR!” a boy exclaimed

“Adrien!” The woman behind them, I’m assuming is their teacher, scolded the boy, Adrien. “No, it’s alright” you state as you crouch in front of the now, sheepish boy.  “Hi there, so I’m guessing you’re Adrien”  The boy meekly nodded. “It seems like you were pretty excited awhile ago?” a lilt to your tone. “-And why is that?”  “I-I’m your biggest fan” the boy slightly perked up. “Really?” 

“Really! I-I mean from what I saw you’re super fast, like blinding fast! Like you’re teleporting! a-and whenever you run you glow! like a firefly!” the boy cheerfully exclaimed.  “Wow Adrien, I’m quite flattered with what you said. Honestly I don’t think my powers are as cool as you said they were” You smiled aghast, as the other kids laughed at your dramatics.  “Excuse me, Ms. y/n” a girl chimed in making you turn to her. “Yes?” “Why is your name morning star?” she questioned “It’s quite a long story actually... but have you ever heard the story of the angel, Lucifer?” Some of the kids nodded “Well the story goes that one day god banished Lucifer from heaven since he defied his plan. This made Lucifer a  “Fallen Angel”.  “Were you banished then?” Another kid piped in “No she wasn’t-”  Bucky said, somewhat coming back to wherever he went. “-the reason we call her that is because just like Lucifer, she fell from the heavens.”  “Why not just call her angel then?” Adrien questioned as he looked to Bucky for answers. “Well we do, sometimes, but we thought ‘Angel’ was too common for a code name. So we used the other name of Lucifer, ‘Morning Star’, instead as her code name.” “Oh!” the kids exclaimed “Plus, they said that Lucifer was the most beautiful angel in heaven” Bucky added. At, the kids giggled and ‘oohed’, one of them even whispering the kissing song.  “They did not!” you shoved Bucky slightly on the shoulder, flustered 

Bucky only grinned at you making you roll your eyes again “Whatever, Prince Charming.” You jabbed at him.

“Okay kids, we’re gonna start our tour so please pick a buddy and stay together. We are first going to the common area where we might meet our other teammates!” You exclaimed making the kids excited Meanwhile Bucky just stared at you, content with how happy you were.

Writer’s Note: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND THAT’S A WRAP. This one shot is a little snippet of a new series i’m making which is called ... drum roll please...  ‘File: Fallen Angel’!  EEEEEK i’m super excited for you guys to see it!!! :))) ALSO a small notice. Some of my stories like ‘Strangers in the Night’ will be taken down for rewriting (I can’t help myself but feel CRINGE whenever I look at it) and there will be a new look for my stories (this oneshot being an example) ALSO I’m very sorry for the weird schedule. For the first time in quite a while, my inspiration to write has come back and I really want to right full on stories and not just blurbs (also because my life has no sense of direction).  A n y w a y s, Thank you for reading this story and I hope it fuels anticipation for the series >:)) h e h e Any similarities with any other stories are just coincidences! Comments and Suggestions are always appreciated! Thank you again! and see you soon!