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ace-of-zaun · 1 month ago

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Kiss Me More. Pt. 1

silco x f!reader - 4.1k words - SFW

summary: “Whatever, all I’m saying is, I can teach you how to kiss,” Silco insists, before adding just a little too nonchalantly, “You know, if you want to.”

cw: first kiss, practice kissing, mild angst, fluff, jealous silco, first love, falling in love, friends to lovers, soft silco my beloved, young silco

You can always tell if Silco is home by the level of carnage that your living room is currently exuding.

Honestly, it’s like the boy arrives home from work, stands smack-bang in the middle of the room, and shakes off all his belongings like a dog caught in the rain. In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if he did exactly that.

Vander, on the other hand, is at least a little bit more tidy. A little bit less chaotic.

For example, you can tell that Vander isn’t home right now because his shoes aren’t lined up neatly next to the door (unless, of course, he’s come home barefoot which has happened before).

But, you know for a fact that Silco is home because his backpack is currently strewn across the sofa, his coat is somehow hanging off the lamp, and his shoes are leading an obvious trail through the room; one behind the other, like some abstract art of an invisible man walking.

Oh, and also because you can hear him loudly cooking dinner in the kitchen.

“Sil, I’m home!” you call out, toeing your shoes off and pushing them up against the wall by the front door with your feet.

“Hey! Just making us something to eat!” he shouts back.

Setting down your bag next to your shoes, you allow yourself to drop just as heavily onto the sofa, only pausing once to chuck Silco’s bag over the back of it, just so you can laugh at him when he can’t find it later.

A long day at work means you’re that kind of tired where you can’t quite tell whether it’s your muscles that are aching or your bones themselves.

You’re completely still - head resting back, eyes glazed at the ceiling… for approximately two seconds before you realise your foot is tapping anxiously against the floor. It’s not long before your whole leg is jiggling, nervous energy building up until-

“Hey, Silco?”

“Yeah?” he calls back, still in the kitchen.

“How do people know how to kiss? Like how are you supposed to know what to do?” you ask, both still shouting somewhat to hear one another.

There’s a pause. Then an incredulous-

“What?”

You’re not quite sure if Silco didn’t understand the question or whether he just didn’t hear you properly, so you ignore him until he finally pops his head around the open doorway of the kitchen to look at you.

His jet hair is mussed and a little wavy, probably from running his hand through it too much, and there’s a little streak of coal dust on his jaw. The thought of getting up and gently wiping it away for him flits through your mind but is forgotten entirely when he clears his throat, startling you back to his expectant expression.

“I said, what do you think is the proper way to kiss someone? You know, so it feels… uh, good and stuff?”

Silco screws up his face in confusion.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

You huff a breath of annoyance and tiredly run a hand through your hair.

“It’s just…” you begin, trailing off as embarrassment begins to heat your cheeks. But it’s only Silco. You’ve known each other for forever, so you power through in hopes of getting the answers you want.

“It’s just that I’ve never kissed anybody before and I don’t want to mess it up.”

You’d been asked out on your very first proper date today and out of all the things you’re nervous about, kissing is, without a doubt, at the very top of that list.

So what if people might think you’re a late bloomer - you’ve just never gotten round to it before! You’ve been far too busy working your arse off to make sure you and the boys could keep the home you’d all worked so hard to afford, let alone keep putting food on the table.

Plus, growing up and living with two ridiculous boys of your own had put you off wanting to spend time with any more for a good number of your teenage years (seriously, do all their bedrooms smell that bad?)

But today a boy you’d met a few times in the shop you worked in had asked you out on a date.

And maybe it was because he’d looked at you in a way that no-one else ever had before (in a way that made you feel like the only girl on Runeterra), or maybe it was because you felt like it was high-time you started thinking of yourself for once, but whatever the motive, you’d said yes.

Which had promptly led you to this current dilemma: One, what if he wants to kiss me? And two, how do I kiss?

Hoping Silco had heard some tricks from some of his friends at the mine, you thought he’d at least respond with some useful advice. You’re decidedly not expecting him to gawp at you like he used to do at the fish in the Undercity’s scuffed aquarium (also known as, sneaking into the underground factories at night to see the big glass windows lining the river).

“You’ve never kissed anyone before?”

A jerk of your head up to stare at him…

He has?

“Wait, you’ve already had your first kiss?” you squeak, hopelessly trying to keep the wobble out of your voice.

He’s definitely never talked about having his first kiss before. Why wouldn't he tell you something like that? (And why is thinking about all of this making you feel so uneasy?)

Silco pushes off the doorway he’s leaning on and crosses into the living room, choosing to perch on the arm of the sofa next to you. He’s still holding a spatula in his hand, which you would have normally teased him for if you weren’t so caught up having a crisis over Silco’s apparent love life.

“Yeah, when I was like, thirteen,” he answers flippantly, as if it’s common knowledge. Old news. Last week’s gossip.

“What?”

You’re aghast. Stranded out in an ocean with no lifeboat.

There’s this weird feeling bubbling up inside of you and for some reason your brain is hissing the word jealousjealousjealous like a wretched, little goblin, but you’re not jealous, you have no reason to be jealous.

Gods, it’s not like you and Silco even like each other, you’re best friends, always have been, always will be.

“With who?” you demand, crossing your arms across your chest and then promptly uncrossing them when you feel ridiculous.

“Gods, I don’t remember, it was ages ago,” he says, pure indifference just oozing from him.

“Wow,” you exclaim flatly, your sarcasm nearly reaching slow-clapping levels at his gross attitude. “Woooow.”

“What? I’m supposed to remember every single kiss I’ve ever had?” he retorts with a roll of his eyes.

You think you might have pulled a kidney. Or maybe your ribs have come loose.

There’s been more than one kiss? Too many to remember or even bother to keep count?

You can’t help but fall silent, staring at the ground as a sick, uneasy feeling spreads through you at a rate you can’t even hope to control.

Oblivious as ever, Silco doesn’t even notice your internal spiral.

“Wait, why do you want to know how to kiss? Who are you planning on kissing?” he all but demands, concern creeping into his tone.

It’s matched by the frown that paints his features when you finally drag your gaze back up to his face.

“Seven,” you tell him before mumbling shyly, more to yourself than to him. “And I don’t know for sure if we’re gonna kiss.”

Now it’s Silco’s turn to blanch.

“Who?”

“You know, that boy who comes into the shop sometimes,” you huff in annoyance.

Janna, he never listens to you.

His reaction is to grimace and you’re not entirely sure why it warrants such a visceral reaction.

“I thought you found him annoying,” he points out (rather unhelpfully, if you do say so yourself).

Okay, technically, you had said that. At first you’d found his hovering a bit stifling, especially when you were trying to work. But now that he’d asked you out, you think he can’t be all that bad.

“Well, yeah, at first, but he’s kinda sweet when you get to know him,” you explain, unable to hold back the little smile that crosses your lips when you think about the moment he’d gently tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. It was probably the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for you.

Beside you, Silco pretends to gag loudly. He’s gross.

You’re just about to punch his leg as hard as you can in retaliation, but the exact moment you do, he reaches up to nervously push a hand through his hair. Except, he’s forgotten that he’s still holding the spatula, so instead he comically smacks himself in the face with it.

Silco jolts backwards briefly before looking down at the utensil in his hand and you can just see the moment he remembers the food-

“Shit!”

He scrambles off the sofa and back into the kitchen, almost slipping on one of his own shoes in the process.

“Idiot,” you mumble under your breath when he finally disappears from your line of sight.

You cross your arms and slump back against the sofa, half in denial of the pout you know you’re sporting. That bone tiredness has been swiftly replaced with a strange, confusing feeling that you cannot for the life of you put a name to.

Why would Silco care about who you go on a date with? If anything, you thought he’d be happy that you’re finally putting yourself out there. You know, exploring, having fun - something that isn’t just working and sleeping and yelling at Silco when he steals your tweezers.

The sounds from the kitchen all cease in abrupt succession, silence ringing out when he finally steps back into the living room.

His arms hang down awkwardly by his sides and he avoids eye contact with you, choosing instead to stare at the stain on the wall by the door.

“Burnt it,” he announces sheepishly.

“Siiiiil,” you groan dramatically, throwing your head back to look at the ceiling as your arms drop heavily down against your thighs. “We can barely afford food as it is!”

“Oh, be quiet,” he hushes with a sneer. “I’ll give it to Vander when he gets back home and I’ll make us something else in a minute.”

Vander had been doing extra shifts in a pub most evenings, just to make sure you guys stayed in the green and didn’t lose the apartment or miss any unnecessary meals. Honestly, you have no idea how he does it after working all day in the mines.

You roll your eyes at Silco but can’t find it in yourself to be truly mad.

Instead of starting dinner again like he said he would, Silco carefully sits next to you on the sofa. You can tell he’s staring at you but you ignore him, keeping your gaze fixed on the window, eyes unfocused enough that all the neon lights blend together in a colourful swirl.

It’s quiet for a little bit, bar the usual noise of the apartment building and Silco noisily fiddling with a clasp on his shirt, before he abruptly says out of the blue-

“You know, if you’re worried about not knowing how to kiss, you could always practise on me.”

A beat. Then you slowly tip your head sideways to look at him.

“What?”

“Well, you know what they say, practice makes perfect,” he begins, making brief eye contact before darting away like he’s been caught. “And if you want to impress this Six guy-”

“Seven."

“Whatever, all I’m saying is, I can teach you how to kiss,” Silco insists, before adding just a little too nonchalantly, “You know, if you want to.”

If you weren’t so tired, you might have laughed at him. Or smacked him up the head.

But you must really be exhausted because you do neither of those things, instead squinting at him as the cogs turn sluggishly in your brain.

He’s not… wrong, per se. Practising would make you feel more prepared for it if it happens on your date.

“I mean, I guess so,” you admit to him slowly.

You shift your body to the side and really, properly consider him for the first time, trying to imagine yourself kissing Silco.

And just like that, your stomach erupts into butterflies and you suddenly have no idea what to do with your hands. (Funny, you didn’t feel like this earlier when you thought about kissing Seven…)

To his credit, Silco allows you to consider his offer in silence as you try to figure out what you want to do.

You can’t really argue with his logic. It would be good to know what you’re doing beforehand so you can impress Seven, or at the very least avoid embarrassing yourself.

And Silco is safe. You’ve known him practically your whole life and he’s never truly let you down yet.

The more you think about it, the more it feels like a good idea. (And it seems to pass you by that by kissing Silco as a practice for your first kiss, Silco himself will be your first kiss…)

You shift your body to face him a bit more, smiling up at him.

“Yeah,” you say with a croak, before clearing your throat and speaking again just a little more confidently. “Okay.”

“Yeah?” he asks, searching your expression for any sign of hesitance.

But you’re not hesitant. A little nervous, sure, but this is new, it’s normal to be nervous.

You throw him a big smile hoping he understands.

"Yep!"

Silco offers you one of the softest smiles you’ve ever seen from him and it makes your chest feel all fluttery and nice.

Then, he slides closer to you and gently takes your cheek in his hand.

“What, l-like, right now?” you stutter, eyes nervously darting up to meet his.

Silco freezes and his gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips.

“I mean, there’s no time like the present, right?” he says, waiting for your confirmation before moving any further.

He just caught you off-guard, that’s all. It’s not everyday you kiss your best friend as practice for when you kiss your first ever boyfriend.

“Yeah, I guess.”

You take roughly five seconds to fully prepare yourself - yes, this is actually going to happen - before shifting yourself to face him properly.

“Okay. Ready now?” he asks, unable to hide the little smile working its way onto his lips.

“Yep, ready,” you confirm, smiling back up at him as your heart begins to beat rapidly in your chest.

Silco leans down slowly, his hand still gently cupping your face, and your eyes close instinctively, suddenly giddy as his nose brushes your cheek.

Then, he closes the gap and presses his lips to yours.

For a second or two, you just get used to the feeling of him. How his lips are somehow dry and soft at the same time. How he tastes of peppermint gum laced faintly with cigarette smoke, even though you’ve told him repeatedly that he should stop and who the hell’s he trying to impress anyway?

You only just have the presence of mind to purse your own lips against his when he pulls back from you (and you force yourself to ignore the disappointment of that being it).

Luckily for you, that is not it.

“Okay, not bad, now I need you to move with me,” he says, licking his lips and pushing back his hair only for it to flop back to the exact same spot.

Huh?

“Move… with you?” you ask as if you’re in a daze.

“Yeah, like, move your head and lips a bit more. Just follow my lead,” he explains confidently, almost indifferently. “And you can use your hands if you want.”

“What?”

Okay, you’re baffled now. What do hands have to do with kissing?

“You could put them around my shoulders, or… or in my hair,” Silco tells you, briefly avoiding eye contact as he mumbles out the latter.

The bashful way he says it makes you think that’s what he prefers.

“Okay,” you nod slowly, trying to take it all in. "Move my head and lips, use my hands. Got it."

This time you're the one to move closer to him, leaning up to place your hand along his jaw.

Silco joins you halfway, meeting your lips once more with a slow, chaste peck before he dives back in for more, this time a little bit deeper.

He tilts his head a little and oh wow, that feels even better.

You try to heed his advice, this time actively moving your lips against his. Silco must notice the change because he kisses you even harder, pressing forward until you sway back with the motion.

A hand snakes around the nape of your neck, pulling you back to him and you think your heart swoops in your chest as he does. That same hand travels lightly down your spine, fingertips dancing along the back of your shirt, bringing out the most delightful shiver.

Fuck, you get it now.

Your own hands trail up from his jaw and slide smoothly into his hair, until your fingers accidentally get caught on a little knot in the strands, causing a rough little tug against his scalp.

And Silco groans, travelling from the back of his throat into your lips and it makes you jump back in surprise.

But he doesn’t let you go far, one hand darting to the back of your head to keep you close.

His lips brush against yours as you both breathe heavily, neither one of you wanting to move away.

“Do you want to stop?” he says, voice husky and low.

A half second to catch your breath before a vehement-

“No.”

And then he’s right back at it, kissing you even harder. Even more urgently.

Now, his hands snake into your hair, tugging gently until you gasp at the pleasurable sensation spreading through you.

Silco takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth and you’re immediately overwhelmed by the heat that floods your body.

It feels like your hands have a mind of their own because without even telling them to, they’re suddenly gripping at Silco’s shoulders, then his cheeks, and then yanking the short hairs at the back of his head.

The noise Silco makes this time can only be described as a moan, low and throaty, and just when you think you couldn’t feel any hotter, Silco grabs your waist with both hands and pulls you towards his lap.

You straddle one of his thighs, knees pressing into the sofa, hovering slightly above him as you continue to kiss, an ache building within you every passing moment.

Gods, what is this feeling? You swear you’ve never felt like this before, like you could keep kissing him forever.

But you don’t because suddenly Silco’s hand moves up the back of your shirt to land on the small of your back, and the feeling of his hot skin on yours makes you squirm in his grasp, breaking your kiss once and for all.

You lean back to stare at him, jaw slack.

Did that really all just happen? Did you really just kiss your best friend and like it so badly that you want to do it again?

You’re both breathless, chests heaving like you’ve just run a marathon. And while your jaw may be slack, Silco’s is actually slightly agape, his eyes half-lidded as he stares at you.

Heart racing, it takes you a few seconds to realise that you have no idea what he’s thinking right now.

You’ve never seen him look like this before and you’re a bit scared to know what that means. It’s like he’s never seen you before.

Of course, that’s when the panic starts to set in because, what if you’ve upset him? What if you’ve ruined everything?

Physically unable to stand the thought, you begin to clamber up from where you’re still straddling his thigh when his hands instinctively dart out to grab your waist, keeping you in place above him.

You look down in shock and only then does he let you go, almost as quickly as he’d latched on.

Dropping down heavily onto the sofa, you make an attempt to get your breath back, but don’t quite manage to calm your racing heart as you stare at the floor, hands curled around the edge of the cushion below you.

Usually, round about now, Silco would say something witty, or make fun of you, but instead he’s eerily silent, avoiding eye contact like it’s the plague.

Why isn’t he saying anything?

Fuck, you can’t take it anymore.

“Well, uh, thanks for the lesson,” you say awkwardly, shuffling off the couch and standing up.

You need to go for a shower or maybe scream into your pillow for a bit. But Silco stops you in your tracks, grabbing your hand before you can barely take a step.

“I don’t think you should go on your date,” he blurts out, the first thing he’s said in nearly a whole minute.

Your head swivels to look down at him.

“What? Why?”

Silco dares to look at you for a scant second before his eyes dart away like he’s embarrassed. He drops your hand, clasping his hands together as if your touch burned him.

“Uh, ‘cause I need your help putting that shelf up.”

He nods to the piece of wood currently lying up against the wall across the room, where it’s been for the last six months.

“And someone needs to be here in case our parcel gets delivered,” he continues. You think he might be trying to look casual, but honestly, the way he keeps running his hands through his hair makes him look more insane by the second.

You’re so distracted by it, you forget to point out that you haven’t even told him what day you were planning to go on your date.

“Silco,” you huff, frustrated. “Vander can help you with the shelf and Mrs Oliver can take the parcel if no-one is in.”

You’ve never seen the old lady next door leave the apartment once in your entire time living here.

“I still think you should stay in,” Silco insists.

“You’re being ridiculous,” you exclaim, throwing your arms in the air. “Putting up a shelf and taking in a parcel doesn’t take a whole evening!”

His whole body language shifts as he changes tack.

“Where’s he taking you anyway?”

“I don’t know, he said it’s a surprise.”

Silco’s response is immediate.

“That sounds really dodgy,” he exaggerates. “Maybe I should come with you just to be safe.”

Okay, maybe that’s what this is all about. Maybe he’s just being overprotective and trying to look out for you. You can deal with that.

“Silco, I’ll be fine, I know how to look after myself,” you try to reassure him.

“Yeah, but I don’t like the thought of you going somewhere I don’t know with a complete stranger. It’ll be safer if I come as a chaperone, I know how to handle things,” he tries to say wisely. It comes across a little bit smug.

“You can’t even cook dinner without burning it to a crisp,” you point out.

“It isn’t burnt to a crisp,” he hisses. “And that was your fault anyway for distracting me.”

Alright, that’s it.

You put your hands on the back of the sofa and lean over him slowly, Silco mirrors the action as he leans back with you, his eyes widening as his hand clutch the sides of his trousers until his knuckles turn bone white.

Your voice drops, low and (hopefully) threatening.

“Silco. I don’t care what you say, I’m going on my date. Alone,” you say defiantly. There’s a brief pause where you realise that statement is nonsensical, so you add, “With Seven.”

His awestruck expression melts into a scowl, but you don’t wait for his rebuttal, pushing yourself off the sofa back and straightening up, ready to walk out the room.

“Where are you going?” Silco calls, slightly breathless for some reason.

“For a shower,” you throw over your shoulder.

“I used up all the hot water,” he says back.

You’re far too frustrated to think of a reply so instead you just huff and stomp out of the room, leaving him to stare after you, as you wonder what the hell just happened.

#silco #silco x reader #silco x f!reader #silco x you #silco fic #silco arcane #part 1

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pasteilian · 1 year ago

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MY DAY BE SO FINE THEN BOOM YOU POST SPTO ART THE DAY I FINISHED WATCHING IT ?1?1???? RAAHHHH GOOD DAY TODAY:333333

I’ve been a fan of SP for so long bro I remember i had a Werewolf/Vampire Scollace AU but my art sucked ass back then so I never did anything with it

Now with my mediocre style I can take over the world with my gay/trans art god bless Scott pilgrim yaoi

#scollace #scott pilgrim #wallace wells #spto #spvtw #spvtw fanart #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim vs the world #pastrieschat💌#pastriesart💌

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astaroth1357 · 1 year ago

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Mask Off, Nerd Out:

*all of the brothers have just finished a family dinner with MC. The food was nice, but their human has been oddly quiet throughout the whole meal. As the finished plates are getting stacked up, they shoot each other worried glances*

Mammon: *whispers to Satan* Hey, have they being actin' kinda weird to you...?

Satan: *whispers back* So you've noticed...?

Asmo: *comes up behind Satan and joins* Did anyone upset them today? Like you, Mammon?

Mammon: Hey, it wasn't me...!

*while those three keep whispering, Beel comes over to collect MC's plate. They've been sp checked out that they've barely touched their food at all, they just keep bouncing their leg under the table*

Beel: MC? ... Are you going to finish that?

*his question makes MC snap awake briefly, turning to look at him like a deer in headlights before shaking their head*

MC: N-no! No, uh... I'm fine. Go ahead, Beel.

*they push the plate towards him before going back to staring at the table blankly. Beel eats their forgotten meal, but frowns at them between bites*

Beel: Really-mmphhg-? Are you-*gulp*-sure?

MC: *bounces their leg more rapidly, nodding* Yep. Yep. Totally fine!....

*Mammon finally steps away from Satan and Asmo and nudges Beel to the side*

Mammon: Are ya really sure? 'Cause you don't look fine...

MC: *continues to stare at the table like they're mentally screaming inside, at this point nearly vibrating at an atomic level*

MC: Yep, uhm-hm, all fine, totally good!

*Mammon's about to pull their chair back from the table, but Levi suddenly jumps in between them. For once, the timid otaku looks actually confident about something. Damn near certain in fact!*

Levi: Don't worry, I got this. Leave it to me!

Levi: *takes a seat next to MC*

Levi: MC. Is there something you're hoping to talk about right now?

*MC nearly breaks their neck with how quick they turn to face him, eyes locked on and body finally going still. Slowly... an ecstatic grin starts to brighten their face*

MC: Ohmygod,soIjuststartedthismanga,right,aboutaworldwerepeoplesometimesturnintothesemonsterscalledChoujinandthemaincharacterislike-

*MC keeps talking a mile a minute while Levi nods along happily and the other brothers look at them like they're aliens, but also seem visibly relieved...*

Mammon: Ah. They just had to nerd out, I guess...

#self indulgent post #cause i just got diagnosed for autism #i guess there were signs lol #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me incorrect quotes

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ponderingmoonlight · 7 months ago

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Darlin', can I be your favorite?

Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k

Synopsis: In a world full of death and tortue, wouldn't it be the easiest to seduce a man who is able to protect you at any cost? Ryomen Sukuna definetely is exactly that. Now, the seduction part...

Warnings: no really deep plot, just some teasing and a little bit of spice here and there, language, reader trying to seduce Sukuna with literally everything lol

Inspired by the song "favorite" by Isabel LaRosa

Your mission was clear since the first time you saw him in action, felt how strong he is: Get Sukuna to fucking adore you.

It might sound ridiculous to the untrained ear. Sukuna, the king of curses, the most frightful creature walking on this planet? To even consider you’d be able to warm his heart is worth a laughter. You know exactly how all the others would react when they hear your wild plan to seduce him, to get him to catch feelings for only you.

But what better defense than having the king of curses by your side? This fucking world is nothing but a battlefield and as a jujutsu sorcerer, you’re in the middle of it. Day in day out you risk your life in order to safe others. And even though it might sound tempting to simply haunt after Gojo Satoru, it’s not the same.

No, you want Ryomen Sukuna and no one else.

Your heels click against the floor as you make your way through Shibuya’s train station, Sukuna’s fingers lying in your purse comfortably. What better way to catch a glimpse into his heart than giving him back those? Well, to be exact you don’t have a set plan apart from getting him to like you. After all, love can’t be forced, right?

Well, that skin tight dress paired with those high heels you chose for today might do that, though.

“Now, where are you Yuji?”, you mumble to yourself, eyes darting around the worn-down area.

There is no doubt in the fact that a fight occurred here not long ago. The air still smells like blood and sweat, the wall is still hot from an enormous impact. But who? Was it Yuji? You follow a trail of blood with your hips swinging from side to side. You just need to find him, need to seduce the king of curses. This is your best chance to not croak in this shitty job.

Your heels stop in their tracks.

A tuft of pink hair rests against the entrance of the rest room, so minor that you almost missed it.

Almost.

You walk towards the beat-up boy while casually inspecting him. He’s definitely alive, but barely. Yuji’s whole face is covered in multiple cuts and bruises. Who on earth did he fight against? And where is that other person? No, it’s not your responsibility to think about that right now. With a swift motion you open your purse and reveal those oh so deadly fingers.

“Now be a good boy and swallow”, you purr.

Your hand grabs his neck and yanks his head upwards while you carefully feed Yuji Sukuna’s fingers. Please, let this work. You are tired to the brim of running away, of fighting curse after curse each and every day. How about a peaceful life with Sukuna by your side? Fuck Jujutsu High, fuck Satoru Gojo. You don’t want to die before you were even able to live properly.

“Get your hands off me, human.”

For a moment, your heart skips a beat. Just one look into his red gleaming eyes and suddenly so matured face is enough for you to realize that this isn’t Yuji anymore. No, the person you are sitting on with your hand wrapped around his neck is none other than Ryomen Sukuna.

Finally.

“Oh, you’re awake. That went smoother than I thought”, you reply with a cheeky grin, not moving an inch away from him like he told you to.

“Who the hell are you, brat?”

He has definitely seen you before, you are a jujutsu sorcerer without any doubt. But why are so damn close, why does your hand wrap so delicately around his neck? Your dark eyes rest on his face unpromising, lashes hanging into your orbs seductively. What’s that supposed to be?

“My name’s whatever you make it. But how about wife?”

Sukuna isn’t able to move, let alone speak. Did you really introduce yourself to the king of curses like that? He shouldn’t waste any time, wring your neck the way you deserve it, dissolve you into tiny pieces. Who the hell do you think you are to speak to him like that? You, a puny woman? Not even the fact that you reunited him with a few of his missing fingers is enough to spare your life.

But why…Why does he still sit there like he did before, allowing your hand to rest against his neck? Why is he unable to give you a sharp answer like he always does?

“I am the king of curses”, is the only thing he’s able to press out.

“And I’ll be your girl. Deal?”

He lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding, eyes scanning your features up and down. You do have a pretty decent face for a human, your delicate eyes keeping him trapped. That confidence dripping from each and every pore of yours, the way your body is so near that he’s able to hear your blood circulate…

“What the hell are you talking about, stupid girl? If I wanted to, I could kill you without even flinching. Now get off me and run for your life.”

When Sukuna finally regained his threatening voice again, he expected your heart to shiver, your body to stumble backwards until you run away. But instead, you move even closer and dare to sit on top of him, gleaming eyes now staring him into the ground while your naked thighs rub against his pants.

“But you didn’t. Think I must be your favorite.”

The fact that he didn’t kill you right on the spot when you disobeyed his order is enough proof that your plan is actually working. Yes, you managed to confuse the king of curses, to arouse his interest. Now the only thing that’s left is seducing him.

“You are annoying as hell. Now get off me, I have some work to do”, he barks back at you.

His hand grabs your wrist roughly and removes your grip around his neck. But instead of simply throwing you off him, he holds your arm in place while keeping only inches of distance.

Oh, his lips are so close that you are literally able to taste them. Just one movement, one innocent flinching of your hips above his and the gap between you both is closed.

“Are you trying to seduce me, dumb girl?”, he breathes out.

He does it so well, keeping himself cool and composed while his mind races back and forth with your intoxicating smell penetrating his nose. In his long life, there was never a woman who actually tried to seduce him. After all, he’s the king of curses, so strong because of the fact that he never felt love or affection for anyone in all those years. He’s heartless, cold, a menace. Why would a woman ever get the idea of showing him affection? He came here to kill, to destroy this fucking city and make that brat suffer.

But now there’s you.

And apparently you couldn’t care less about the fact that he’s the king of curses.

“Actually, I am”, you purr, your free hand beginning to draw small circles onto his chest.

“Why would you do something so fucking stupid?”

“I mean, you’re the strongest, right?”

He has to blink a few times, the way you look at him as if he’s the dumb one catching him completely off guard.

“I’m the king of curses”, he reminds you all over again.

“And with being your favorite, you take me places-“

“What the fuck are you talking about?”, he interrupts you roughly.

You roll your eyes in sheer annoyance, nails now digging into his chest.

“Make me your wife so I don’t die”, you finally blurt out.

Is this the reason behind your questionable action? He could have killed you right on the spot and just one look into your gleaming orbs tells him that you know that all too well. And still, you risked your life for him to protect yours. Were you really so sure you’d be able to seduce the king of curses with a lousy dress and some high heels?

“Why would I do that?”

Enough playing. He should behead you right on the spot before torturing you for the time you wasted. You aren’t even worthy to breathe the same air as him, let alone being this close to his body.

But…Why isn’t he able to simply throw you off, then? Why is he even questioning what you’re up to, replaying your words over and over in his mind?

“Because I’ll let you taste-“

Your mouth is so close to his ear that your hot breath caresses his skin while the filthiest thoughts leave you with ease. His eyes grow wider and wider with each passing second, disgusted but at the same time…

“Enough”, he hisses through gritted teeth while grabbing your shoulders roughly.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Aren’t you at least a little invested? I have a lot to offer”, you reply, ignoring his last question elegantly.

The war inside his head makes him forget that he’s actually out on a mission for a moment. You…you are so different from all those other jujutsu sorcerers, risked your puny life so that he eventually watches over you. How ridiculously brave, how fucking stupid. But still, when your gleaming eyes rest on his face like that, that oh so cheeky grin plastered on your face you make him wonder. A wife, his favorite?

Before he’s able to think straight again, a wave of freezing mist darts towards you at neck-breaking speed. His heart skips a beat, eyes darting towards Uraume who fixates you with hate dripping from every poor of her warped face.

You won’t be fast enough. No jujutsu sorcerer except for Gojo Satoru himself is able to escape Uraume’s powers when surprised. If he doesn’t react, you’ll die. But isn’t that what he wants, that you finally vanish into thin air and leave him alone? You, the girl who just claimed him as her husband only because she doesn’t want to die.

“No.”

His body moves on its own. All of the sudden he finds himself standing in front of you, his hand deflecting Uraume’s Frost Calm with ease.

“Don’t you dare to hurt her, Uraume.”

You can’t believe it, breath getting stuck in your throat. He really did save you. Even though all you did was purring at him, trying to convince him with sugary words, Ryomen Sukuna stood up for you and defended you against one of his. Out of instinct, you push your wobbly legs off the ground, excitement filling you to the brim. With that oh so cheeky smile, you wrap your arm around his and eye the person in front of you up and down innocently.

“But she…she is a human being, Master. She’s a weakling, one of your enemies”, Uraume breathes out.

“Who allowed you to speak to your Master like that? Get out of my sight and do what you were taught to.”

You watch in awe as the person standing in front of you crumbles, their hateful gaze almost piercing through you like a knife until their gone as fast as they came.

“So, I really am your favorite, huh?”, you hum.

“Shut up brat, I’m the only one who can kill you. Now get going, I have a lot of work to do.”

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spencereidluver · 11 months ago

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J is for "Just So You Know"

november 17, 2008

summary: After talking it over, you and Spencer decided to tell the team. Well, you were going to tell Hotch. Today, you were going to work early, meeting Spencer at the office (with coffee of course) and having a meeting with your supervisor where you’d reveal that you were in a relationship and fill out the forms needed… or so you thought

word count: 1k

warnings: none, slight mention of sex but let it be known spencer and reader have NOT slept together... yet ;)

“Good morning, Spencer,” you said, as you met him in the parking lot. You handed him his coffee you picked up on your way to the office this morning.

“Good morning,” he said. He took a sip of his coffee, the warmth filling his stomach in a way that is too specific to describe. “Are you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You give him a quick peck on the cheek after checking your surroundings. No one else was in the parking lot, aside from Hotch’s vehicle, though you knew he was already in his office. The coast was clear. Spencer interlocked your fingers with his, leading you to the first set of doors which, of course, he opened for you, and all the way to the BAU office.

After entering the room and placing your belongings atop your desks, the two of you started for Aaron Hotchner’s office. The staircase felt miles long. Leading up to today, you had been excited to finally disclose your relationship with the office genius, but now, as the moment was approaching faster than you could climb the stairs, you were nervous. The only thing seeming to keep you going was how happy Spencer looked.

Spencer raised his fist to knock on the door of Hotch’s office. “Come in,” a voice bellowed from within. Cracking open the door, Spencer walked in, followed by you.

“Good morning, guys,” Hotch said, greeting each of you with a nod.

Spencer greeted him with a “Hello,” and you settled for a returning nod.

“So, what did you guys want to speak with me about?” Hotch says. His voice was sharp.

“Um, so, I’m not really sure how to approach this…” Spencer starts.

“Please don’t tell me you’re quitting.” Hotch says.

“No no no, neither of us are quitting, um, sort of the opposite of that actually,” you chime in. Hotch looks confused.

Spencer sighs and looks you in the eyes quickly before turning back toward the boss. “We’re dating.”

Wow. It’s out there. No taking it back.

“Really,” Hotch says in an odd voice. “Wow, um, that’s sort of the last thing I expected. That’s a bit of a relief.” You and Spencer both smile. “So, there’s quite a bit of paperwork, so I’ll give it to you now, try to have it back to me by Friday.” He reaches into a drawer of his desk and pulls out a file folder.

“Is this going to change anything on cases?” Spencer asks.

“You guys are not to go out on the field together, but you two often are at the station anyway, so nothing too extreme. Also, neither of you are able to receive promotions as subordinate-superior relationships are prohibited.”

“That’s okay,” you say. You were willing to give up higher positions if it meant being happy with Spencer. And clearly, he was thinking the same thing. He took the paperwork from Hotch and stood up, preparing to leave the room. You gave a smile before following him out.

“Hey,” Hotch says, stopping the two of you in your tracks. “I’m happy for you kids. You deserve each other. Now get out of here.”

You and Spencer smile before racing each other back to your desks in the bullpen.

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You and Spencer were sat at your opposing desks, each filling out parts of your paperwork, occasionally looking up to each other and exchanging smiles. Derek, in his all-too-nosy self approaches Spencer from behind, peering over his shoulder.

“Pret-ty Boy,” Derek says, annunciating the syllables, drawing everyone’s attention. He gives Spencer a congratulatory pat on the shoulder. “I think Little Boy Genius has an announcement for us all.”

You cover your head in embarrassment, knowing what was about to come. Spencer looks up at you, to ask for your permission for sharing, but your head was between your hands, completely unaware of the mini heart attack your boyfriend was going through right now.

Everyone has turned their chairs to face poor red-faced Spencer. You guys didn’t plan on telling the rest of the team yet. It’s not that you doubted your relationship, you just didn’t want the pressure from everyone else. But you seemed to have forgotten you worked with a bunch of people who don’t understand personal space.

“Um…” Spencer was stalling.

“Say it, Pretty Boy,” Derek chants at him, tightening his grip on his shoulder.

Spencer continues to stall. He begins to fidget with his fingers and his pen.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Derek says in order to keep the crowd. “The office baby, Dr. Spencer Reid has a girlfriend.”

Oohs and ahs fill the room the same way they do in elementary school when someone is called to the principal’s office.

“Who is it, Spencer?” Emily asks.

You finally lift your head, feeling bad for leaving Spencer to be extorted by your coworkers alone. You lock eyes with him and give him a nod, silently letting him know it was okay.

“Um, y/n…” Spencer says and smiles at you. “No way!” Penelope runs out of her office, almost as if she had been waiting for this moment. She runs around to the side of your desk and hugs you. “How long?”

“A little over a month,” You return Penelope’s hug in an awkward sitting position and grin at Spencer. Even though you weren’t planning on telling the team today, seeing their reactions was a good payout.

“I told you they’d be together by Christmas.” Emily says, facing Derek.

“Alright, Princess, I’ll buy lunch,” Derek rolls his eyes at her and sits back down at his desk, “don’t get a big head.”

“Ignore them.” Penelope whispers in your ear loud enough for Spencer, and honestly, probably Derek and Emily, to hear as well. “They’ve been waiting for the two of you to get together since like March.” She playfully kisses your cheek before returning to her office, leaving the bullpen back in its normal form.

As soon as everything is back to normal, the door swings open and in walks Rossi, fashionably late as usual. “What’d I miss?” He says, half jokingly, unaware he actually missed something huge.

“Oh nothing,” Derek says, “Pretty boy and Y/N here are just knockin’ boots is all.”

Now would probably be a good time for a coffee break.

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next chapter: K is for Kissing Isn't Enough

other parts: Spencer Reid A-Z Masterlist

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a/n: there are two more parts before the christmas part, i'm going to TRY to release part K on the 21st (wednesday) and part L on the 23 (friday) and hopefully have part M (the christmas part) ready to be released friday, however that is a LOT of writing in one day…

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pleasantlycrazyworld · 9 months ago

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Dom billy eating out sub reader cus she can’t fall asleep. Thank you! Lots of praise and some overstimulation?

I always have a hard time sleeping, so this was fun to write. I never really write smut, so I'm sorry if this sucks. I hope you like it! If you do, please reblog and comment <3

It's been 3 days.

3 days of tossing and turning, 3 days of not getting comfortable, 3 days of your mind racing, and not letting you relax. It's been 3 days of no sleep, and you were about to lose it.

Billy knew you always had trouble falling asleep. He always tried to stay up and help, but as soon as he got in bed, he fell asleep. That lucky bitch🙄 but his heart breaks a little more each time he wakes up and sees his beloved already awake drinking coffee trying to get energy.

Tonight he is determined to help.

You were in bed snuggling into his side trying to get comfortable. You already drank your night time tea and had a nice shower before settling into bed, according to your friends this would help but it never did.

'Maybe tonight will be different?' You try and convince yourself, but even that made you scoff it feels like you've tried everything in the book, and nothing works.

Beside you is Billy, who is rubbing soft circles into your bare side and kissing the crown of your head. "You worked so hard today, princess...so proud of my girl," he praises with a smirk as he feels you try and hide into him. As he continues his praise, his hand moves lower and closer to your heat.

"Billy..." You mutter softly, making him hum in acknowledgment. "What are you-" you cut yourself off as a broken moan tumbles pass your lips, Billy's hand finally reaches the spot he's been working towards and he softly rubs your clit through the panties you're wearing to bed.

Soon he's peeling off your panties and moving the two of you so he's on his belly with his face in-between your thighs and you're on your back.

"This is what we're going to do, kitten. You are going to relax, and I am going to make you feel good. " he pauses to kiss your inner thighs gently before nipping at the skin, "then when you finally are ready to sleep, I'll come back up to cuddle some more pretty girl" before you can say anything he's already wrapping his lips around your clit and teasing your opening with one of his fingers.

Breathless moans fall from your lips as your hand gravitates to his curls. "Oh, Billy..." You moan while trying to buck your hips. "Do-dont tease, baby, please," you whine louder, feeling his finger finally thrust deep in you.

It doesn't take long to feel your orgasm coming to the surface. The more you moan, the more he moves. He matches his fingers movements to his tongue, being perfectly in-synced and ready to taste his baby's cum, he moans against you as you tug in his curls harder than before.

You mumble his name incoherently as you cum around his fingers and tongue. He slowly pulls away once your legs stop shaking around him, making you think tonight's events were done. "Billy, that was -" You cut yourself off again with a short yelp as he pulled you back into his face. "Billy oh God!!" You scream out as his fingers thrust deeper and faster this time.

His eyes roll back, tasting you even more this time around. He knows you can cum one more time for him. He knows his good girl will cum again for him tonight.

He pulls back slightly and looks up at you, groaning at the sight in front of him. "God princess, such a pretty kitty for me, aren't you?" He smirks and rubs your clit while he praises you, "such a good pussy- so fucking good" he moans feeling you clench around his fingers "this is my pussy isn't it princess? This is what you needed, just needed to be fucked to finally relax huh princess?" You nod along with his words knowing you can't verbally answer him, this makes him grin widely and mock your nods. "So fucked out already princess" he mumbles as he moves to latch onto your clit one more time.

You look down at him just in time to watch him spell his name out onto your clit with his tongue as he makes eye contact with you. Your eyebrows furrow and your head throws back as you cum harder than before "Holy fuck!!" You moan loudly as he works you through your orgasm.

This time, once your legs stop shaking, he leans back and stays away. "I'm going to be right back, baby," he whispers to you before kissing your leg and getting up to go get a wash cloth to help clean you up. When he gets back, you're already fast asleep, with a soft smile he shakes his head 'I knew it' he thinks to himself before he cleans your thighs and tosses the wash cloth to the laundry bin before he lays down to hold you through the night.

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simplyvyn · 5 months ago

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224 DAYS WITH YOU.

Nagi, lying for love? Thats not like him. But it is him. And he will love you today, tomorrow and forever. Even if it is just a fragment of his memory.

Seishiro Nagi x reader | wc 3.7k

Warnings: fluff to angst, ooc Nagi, implied fem! Reader, sick! Reader, some parts of this oneshot may not be similar to the original series i was gonna make, reader has like parent issues but it can be ignored

You were minding your own business at your class, there were only a few of your classmates in the classroom. Guess you were early. The door opened, a white haired boy entered, he was with a purple haired boy. You didn't mean to eavesdrop on their conversation, they were only two steps from your seat.

"Reo, give back my nintendo switch."

"Not until you ask someone out. I can't believe you haven't even tried having a date. Let alone a crush at all."

"But 's such a hassle.."

"Just pick anyone! At all!"

And so he did.

Looking around for a few seconds, you felt his eyes land on you, even if you weren't looking. He wasn't gonna ask you, right?

Until the door opened, your teacher came in and the lesson started. The whole class, you felt a pair of eyes on you. You think it was from that white haired boy- what's his name anyways? Nagi was it?- Nagi Seishiro? Yea, that. Anyway, whenever you check him, his head seems to be plopped down on his forearms, on top of his table like he's sleeping.

Class ended and you stood up. Every student in your class left as you fixed up your items in your table, everyone seems to be in a rush.

"Hey. You." You startled when someone spoke, you look up at the voice and noticed Nagi. When you look up he asks you the golden question. Or request.

"Go out w' me."

You? You already ended things with your last boyfriend, thinking that he was your last. You only have at least a few months. You made sure nothing special will be left attached to you once you're gone.

"U-uh, yea, sure. Where exactly?" You asked as you held your bag in your arms. "Just the mall, lets go to the arcade?" That does seem kind of cute. So why not? After all this all will be fake anyways. You heard everything.

After that conversation, you asked for his number and waited for school to end. Eventually school ended and you went home.

You entered your cosy abode, taking off your shoes and putting it aside on the shelves. "I'm home." You spoke.

You were all alone.

You just took of your shoes with a sigh, putting them aside and going upstairs to your bedroom. Going back, the least thing you expected as of today was a date. You adming Seishiro Nagi had looks. But would having a date with him really matter?

Speaking of the date, you never asked when it is, did you? You decided to chat him.

Y/N: Hi Nagi! I didn't actually got to ask you, when is the date exactly? TT

You thought he'd probably reply late since he might be doing some soccer stuff so you scrolled down to your social media. To your suprise, a notification popped up from Nagi

Y/N: Hi Nagi! I didn't actually got to ask you, when is the date exactly? TT

Nagi: Tmr, after school. Is that good?

Y/N: Yea, sure! ^^

Nagi reacted heart on your message.

Time seemed faster than it usually did. Class ended, and you two eventually were off on your date. You two went to the arcade immediately and played alot of games. He even played a claw machine and got a stuffed toy for you!

Eventually you two had your last tokens and spent it on a shooting game.

"You're very noob at this." Nagi commented.

"I don't do stuff like this much!"

His hands went out of his pockets and got behind you and held the shooter as you held the shooter.

He was so close to you, you can even smell him not in a creepy way, you know. The next thing you know he finished the game for you and you both even got alot of tickets. You both decided to give the tickets to a kid instead. After all, Nagi already got you a stuffed toy.

You both decided to just eat on Mcdonalds for simpler vibes you know.

"Hey Nagi."

"What" he spoke while munching his food.

"Why did you take me out? Not to be a creep but i heard you and Reo's conversation about it."

He pauses for a moment to swallow his food and to think. "Cause you're pretty."

You didn't expect that answer. You heard that little compliment most of the time, but from him why does it feel like your stomach your stomach just did backflips thirty times at sonic speed?

"I see. I'm guessing by tomorrow he will give you back your nintendo?" You said.

"Probably."

After the two of you ate, he insisted on paying for the food and you left some tip. You both went outside and you excused yourself to go to the restroom so you can drink your meds.

Gladly you did bring your meds and you have a water bottle so you drank your meds. You went out of the restroom as you see Nagi waiting on a bench.

"Lets go." You said and he stood up.

While you two were walking, he stopped.

"Are you taking the bus?" He asked

"Oh yeah."

Do.. you have money?"

"Of course i do."

"Oh okay." You didnt notice the slight disappointment in his eyes as he scratches the back of his neck.

"By the way, can you take a picture of me?" You ask and he nodded, he brought out his phone and you held the stuffed toy he gave you in your hands.

Click!

"Send it to me, okay? Oh! Thats also for proof if Reo asks you for some." You said as you both look on to the picture.

"Well, I will leave now. I don't wanna miss the bus." You turned around and took your step before you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Be safe. Chat me when you get gome, alright?" He said. Your eyes widen at his words before smiling at him.

"I will and you too." You said as you wave goodbye at him and so did he.

28 DAYS

Its been about what? A month since your date? If it is then why do you still keep each other updated? Right, Nagi told you that Reo said you guys need to last longer to make it look real. But its not really.. I mean. It's fake, right? Right now you're chatting him all night. At rare times, you vc with him and play minecraft or roblox. Even Reo is believing this whole relationship. But hey! Today, spending time with Nagi is quite fun.

— "Hey N/N.. lets play roblox.. i don't have anyone to play a horror game with.." LIE. But for Nagi, you accept. "Sure! But you go first. I get scared easily." You took with a note. "Pshh, basic."

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56 DAYS

Time flies quite fast, its shocking really. Nagi has a soccer match tomorrow, he insisted you go. Who were you to decline? People will be shock if you, the Mr. Genius lover, to not go to his match? So you did. You cheered your heart out for him. He even kind of seem motivated, it scared Reo a bit. But hey, they won! Nagi was a bit more happy than he usually did. His best friend noticed it but he, himself, didn't.

— "Hey, N/n. Don't forget i have a match tomorrow, y' better wear my jersey, okay?" Nagi reminded to you while tying his shoes for practice. "Yea yea. i always do anyways. Stay safe when you go home, okay? I need to go home now." "Alright, Buh bye." He said and you kissed him on the cheek. + motivation for practice you know.

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84 DAYS

Out of curiosity Reo asked, Nagi seemed so out of character rather than he usually was. Why? Then it made Nagi think, now that he mentioned it, he seems like he is. He also dont know why. He didn't even know when it started. Reo said it started when he stopped playing games alone at night. Then it hit him. He stopped playing games alone when you came. When you came, he stopped playing alone and thats when he started being not like himself. He felt better than before. Not like what he was before was bad but this feeling was better. He wanted this feeling forever.

Reo asked what he saw in you. He saw everything. Everything he wished he'd seen sooner. Other than striving for seeinv people lose, he had only realize feeling this kind of comfort and joy is quite calming. Chill. He likes it

— "Why're you asking me this, Reo..?" Nagi look at Reo with a sigh as he leans more to the couch inside Reo's penthouse. "What? Can't his best friend find more about your relationship?" Reo asked as he played video games on the TV, Nagi paused. It came to realization to him again. What did he see in you? If it was your pretty face, it would be lust. Nagi Seishiro is not about lust. He eventually got more close to you.

"Maybe 's because shes really comforting." Reo also paused to look at Nagi. "Or maybe because her voice soothes my ears. Like shes singing a lullaby." Then Nagi looks down. "Or maybe i genuinely like her because her presence is very chill."

"Or maybe you can focus on the game now? You just killed us!" Reo answered.

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112 DAYS

It was raining at your school. How could it rain when its about to be summer? Gosh, you didn't even have an umbrella. You didnt have any options left honestly. It was like your unlucky day on this time. Woah will you look at that! Nagi's there! He took you home and let you sleep in his apartment. Today, you met his pet Choki. You were still abit taken aback of him having a pet cacti. Is he that unsociable? But hey, Nagi said his pet liked you, you we're happy about it. You two even watched Netflix and just chill for a while. And even ate ramen. You had to feed him because he was lazy.

Eventually the day after that, you two prepared for school together. You had cooked pancakes for the two of you while he showers. While he eats, you shower. He even helped you put on your shoes while you dry your damp hair. And then you two went to go to school together.

— Why did he even help you? You didn't ask for it anyways, he offered to help. You only accepted it because you do need it. And he wasn't particularly busy. And now he's beside you, walking you to school. You didn't even notice the your hand was brushing against his. Now he wants to hold yours. Your hands feels cold brushing against his warm hands. "Hey N/N?" "Hmm?" "Can i hold your hand?" He asks "My hands are cold though.." you answered. Gently he held your hand. "Then i will make them warm."

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140 DAYS.

What's wrong with you. You didn't go to school for at least three days. You weren't chatting him as well. Was he worried? Don't worry, you came to school tomorrow by that time anyways, he had ask you what happened, you said you just have been busy with stuff and needed alot of rest. He understood and said if you needed help, you can call him. You wish you can.. but theres no point in looking for help. No one can help. Nothing can help.

You hate it. You hate it so much how you just need to accept you only have one choice and it is to ACCEPT you don't have any choices. No one can help. Your sick. Life is this, life has 50/50 chances of ruining or fixing your life and how you much you hate it because it broke alot of your relationships and friendships.

— Nagi had been calling you. 17 calls at least in a day. 11 chats per hour. Within three days, you responded to his chats. "I'm completely fine, Sei :> no need to worry just got tired and stuff, will come back to school tom !" He already read it within 2 seconds and he sighed in relief. "Whats wrong?" Reo asked beside him. "N/n is safe." "Of course, you're worried about her." Reo said.

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168 DAYS.

"Hey. Y/N." He called. You turned your head to him as you both walked to class. "Wanna go to the night market later? There's some good food there." He said while scratching the back of his neck. "Oh yea sure!" You answer while smiling at him.

"Hey Shiro." You were resting your head on his shoulder as you watched him play his game and eat. "You haven't loved someone genuinely, right?" Nagi paused. He already did. You did that to him. He just nodded. "If you ever did, will you love them today of tomorrow or even forever? Even if they will leave you soon?" You ask. Silly, he would already do that for you. And you only. "Pretty sure i will." Oh, he will. And he would gladly do that for you. "Then the chosen person for you must be lucky." You are lucky.

Sometimes, you wonder why did fate brought you a Nagi Seishiro. What is he, your soulmate? You were just too late. You didn't have time. You came home with crying eyes, walking to your neighborhood. Why were you even crying? Because you feel guilt for Nagi? Or because your scared you don't wanna leave Nagi?

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196 DAYS

Later that day, you asked Nagi to talk with you, thinking to stop the relationship now. But is it really the right thing? Why bother even wondering? Its not like even if its the wrong thing, its better this way. Fate just needs it to be this way so you chat your 'lover'.

— Y/N: "Nagi? Are you still awake? Ik its 10 at night but can we meet up at the night market? Our usual spot there?🥹" Read.

Nagi Seishiro sent a 'thumbs up' emoji.

You were waiting for Nagi at the bench. The night seemed colder than you thought. Or are you cold? You were even shivering, you were holding yourself. Maybe you werent cold. Or was the night cold. You were nervous. Of what?

A jacket was wrapped around you from behind. You turned around and see Seishiro there, he went to you and was about to sit down but you stopped him. You'll make this quick. "Whats wrong?" Nagi asked. This is wrong.

"Look i can't keep up this time Nagi." Nagi tilted his head. Its not Sei? Nor Shiro? "I know this whole thing is fake but we need to stop this relationship." Nagi's eyes widened with fear. "What? Why?.."

"I-.. I just can't do it anymore. Okay? If you need a new fake girlfriend, feel free to do so. Thank you, Seishiro Nagi for an unforgetable experience, i won't forget you." You bow at him. Well neither will he! So don't go bowing at him, no ones leaving!

"N/n.." he called, making you look up at him.

"I am not leaving you." What? No, he can't. You will die soon! Its a pity, he doesn't even know your sickness..!

"Why? Its just fake anyways! Was everything not..?" You ask. It was a mistake and you knew it when he went silent and looked down. "Nagi. Answer my question."

"I love you, Y/N." Nagi finally looked up at you with those eyes. What eyes exactly? Maybe its eyes of adoring someone. Or eyes of searching for an answer. Or eyes of loving you. "I love you so much, Y/N. I don't like this feeling of letting go.. Letting you go."

But you can't deny it either, can you? You also love Nagi. But the only thing that's stopping you is that will he accept that your dying? When your parents heard that you were dying of a young age, they stopped caring for you. Instead, they focused on getting more money. They just kept you buying stuff. Exchanging for their presence.

You don't want that again. You don't want to feel that pain again.

You sigh, then sitting back down again, and pat the seat next you, signalling Nagi to sit down as well. "Can i tell you a secret, Nagi?" He only nodded.

"I'm breaking up with you because.. I'm gonna die soon."

Nagi's eyes widen.

You chuckle slightly "I know I'm sounding insane right now like i can read the future but the doctor said so. Saying i have some lung disease that doesn't even have a cure yet. Today is my 196th day, you met me when i had 224 days."

"Y'know, when i met you, i actually saw in the internet, 224 means Today, Tomorrow and Forever. Meaning, like, One will love you today, tomorrow and forever!.."

You look at Nagi, who was already looking at you the whole time, You slightly smiled. "Crazy right?.."

Please say something, please tell me fate really brought us together, please say that we're meant to love eachother forever.

"Crazy. Very crazy." Nagi answered.

"Y'know what's crazier?" You were surprised Nagi was able to answer you, keeping the conversation in flow. You slightly tilt your head in confusion.

He put his large hand on top of yours. "It's that I'm willing to actually love you today, tomorrow and forever." He smiled looking at your shocked expression. But, you're gonna die soon! Is he even sure of this?..

"I know you will die even if i love you right now but if you've notice.."

"I'm glad i'm mostly the last person your spending time with." You were also glad.

"You're not gonna leave me?" You ask without even thinking.

"I love you so much, Seishiro Nagi but I'm gonna die, and you! I should be nothing to you by now, I'm dying! Are you hearing yourself?" You stood up in shock.

"No, Are you hearing me?" That took you back.

"I'll say what i said better.. I said, I am more than willing to love you today, tomorrow and forever, even if you're gonna die and I'll have to experience it. How are you saying you should be nothing to me by now, when you were everything to me? Even now, I'll make sure you were everything to me, today, tomorrow and forever."

Nagi stood up to face you closer. "Y/N, I am so fuckin' glad that i met you when you still had 224 days. If you're asking me, fate brought this to us, brought us together as if we're soulmates. As if you and i we're meant to love eachother. If loving you means i will get to see you dying soon, then i will keep loving you and have you in a special place inside this heart of mine when you're up there."

"Accept my love for you already and i'll make your remaining days feel like it's special, today, tomorrow, and forever."

Dear, he did.

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219 DAYS...

Recently, you just lived in with Nagi, as promised, you two spent everything together and did everything together. Even Nagi asked Reo for help which shocked him, and you even became friends with Reo. What a nice guy. Reo was the one setting you two up on dates and places where to go. Of course, Reo don't know that you will die soon. Its just a little secret between you and Nagi. Other than having dates, you guys also have private moments where you two just in his room, cuddling or kissing. Who knows? But you appreciated every moment you have done with him. Even if its just playing video games.

— "You're still aware that i love you, right?" Nagi asked out of the blue. "Forever. How bout you? You aware that i love you?" "Always." And you chuckle, putting a peck in Nagi's lips which he chases for when you let go. Continuing in a kissing session.

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223 DAYS

Tomorrow is your last day. By the time of 7 PM, you will surely die. Right now your in a hospital bed. Sitting up, and Nagi was laying his arms on your bed while resting his head in his arms. He seemed like he was waiting for you to wake up.

Gently, you pat his head making him awake and look up to you. "Thank god, your still awake.."

You giggled. "For now. Only have a few hours left till i go up."

"I love you, Y/N." you look at Nagi and he looks at you.

He hold your hand, and puts a ring in your hand.

"Just a ring. A promise ring." Nagi said.

"A promise ring?"

"A promise ring that i will love you today, tomorrow and forever."

Clearly, this is making you tear up. You didn't hesitate and let tears flood your eyes, pouring down your face like waterfalls. Nagi stood up and wiped the tears away your face. You were trying to say something and he just shushes you till you calm down, waiting for the opportunity to let you speak.

Soon, the tears stop falling from your face, you, having a red nose, reddish eyes and Nagi having his hands on your face as you hold one of his hands.

"I'm scared of leaving you.. I don't want to leave you just yet, Shiro.." tears were still slowly falling from your cheeks and Nagi kissed your forehead and the finger with his promise ring on it.

"Yours and my love will always be connected through this ring. So you better keep it in your hands till you go up there, okay?"

You nodded.

Silence was given to you two and you decided to break it.

"I'll always be watching your matches. Cheering for you, y'know."

"And i will know that you will through these rings. Our rings."

"Today, Tomorrow and Forever?" You ask.

"Today, Tomorrow and Forever." Nagi answers.

Ya ill end it there.. I FINALLY FINISHED 224 DAYS W U aka love at first and last sight.. decided to change it a bit, same plot though BEEN MAKING THIS FOR WEEKS BRO IM FRL. Sorry for those who read the series and have been waiting for this.. its very long and i tried to make it not fast paced w/o so much words ok..

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mostly-marvel-musings · 6 months ago

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Officer Stark

A/N: This is for you @ccbsrmsf1 my lovely! I’ve heard you’ve been stressed lately, so here’s an attempt to make you feel better. @nicoline1998enilocin You’re a good friend, my darling. Leave a comment, heart or reblog if you’ve enjoyed the story.

Picture credits: @tonystark-au 🤍

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut & humour.

Word count: 1642

Tony Stark Masterlist

You never got pulled over. This was a first.

Sitting in your car, your fingers tapped against the steering wheel in nervousness as you waited for a cop to appear by your window and give you a ticket for overspeeding. In your defense, you were heading home after a terribly long day at work.

Your muscles ached, your head felt like it was about to explode, you were looking forward to soaking your butt in a hot bubble bath. And now you were on the side of the road, waiting for a frickin cop.

A figure approached, got closer and closer to the mirror as you watched, taking a deep breath before looking out the window. Standing outside was the most strikingly good looking cop you had seen in your entire life.

The dark gray uniform hugged his muscles perfectly, a tie fixed to his shirt with a gold pin, a badge adorning his taut chest. He motioned for you to roll down your window, a small smirk appearing on his features as you did. You wished to see his eyes that were hiding behind those aviators, but you were sure they were just as pretty as he was.

Safe to say you had a thing for men in uniforms. And this guy wasn’t helping. At all.

Your heartbeat quickened as he opened his mouth to speak, asking you for your driving license. Watching you fumble only deepened that smirk, like he knew the effect he had on you.

“Did you realize you were driving over the speed limit, ma’am?”

“It’s Y/N.”

Mentally you cursed yourself, feeling heat rush up to your cheeks as your meek little voice reached his ears. Why would you even say that?

“I–I’m sorry, I understand I was. And I’m sorry, officer.” you mumbled, shaking your head.

“It’s Stark.”

Your head snapped up in his direction, an amused smile adorned his handsome features as he lowered his sunglasses just about an inch.

“I’m gonna ask you to step out of your vehicle, Y/N.”

You obeyed at once, and you could swear to God you heard him say ‘good girl’ under his breath, or you imagined it. You weren’t sure given your flustered state.

His walkie beeped and you heard a muffled announcement come through, it was hard to decipher. Also because your eyes were fixated on the way Officer Stark’s lips moved as he held it mere millimeters away from his mouth, the movement also gave you a chance to shamelessly check out his toned arms with veins that popped out.

He was a few steps ahead of you, and your eyes couldn’t help themselves as they wandered shamelessly over his rear. The slate gray pants defined his ass so well you salivated at the thought. He wasn’t too tall, you noticed, but you thought his persona more than made him for his lack of height.

You stood staring at your feet after you reached his car, feeling terrible about how the day had been, and how quickly it went from bad to worse. He scribbled something on a pad, throwing occasional glances your way. Was he checking you out?

The silence stretched long, you grew impatient enough to clear your throat to get his attention.

“Aren’t you going to give me a ticket?” he simply hummed in response, making you frown as you wrapped your arms around yourself, the air was pretty cool out.

“Or I could just arrest you.”

“W-what?”

Of all things that could go wrong today, you weren’t imagining this day to end with you going to jail. You hoped and prayed to God there was another way around it.

“For driving a little over the speed limit? That is highly unnecessary!”

A metal clinking sound reached your ears before you saw Officer Stark take out a pair of handcuffs. He seemed to be having fun watching you all flustered and tense, stepping in your personal space, a little too close, allowing you a whiff of his musky cologne.

“Hands behind your back. Now.”

When you didn’t oblige, he reached around to clasp your wrists together and held them behind your back, his warm breath fanned over your cheek as he clicked the handcuffs in place. You swore as his body deliberately brushed against yours, you felt his bulge against your lower abdomen. As if his presence wasn’t enough to get your panties damp, this little gesture only added fuel to the fire that unfurled deep within your belly.

“Now that’s a good girl.” his eyes raked appreciatively over you, while he grazed his fingers over your waist, leaving a trail of dark, x-rated thoughts in their wake. This certainly took a turn where only your deepest fantasies had gone until today. It was like your brain had turned hazy, unable to think rationally.

“Officer Stark please...” you trailed off.

He clicked his tongue, gently caressing the side of your face and reveling in the way your body reacted to his touch.

“You’d do anything? No. You’ll let me do anything, Miss Y/L/N. Because you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”

He expected an answer out of you, his coffee brown eyes now revealed that stared intently, swimming with lust. Morals left you as you felt yourself nod in a yes, the last thing you saw was a victorious grin before Officer Stark’s lips descended on yours. Capturing you in a heady mix of want and desire, your resolve melted away.

His grip on you was strong, not that you would run away, you wanted this as much as he did, you were at his mercy. His hands cupped your breasts wantonly, slipping down to undo your pants. A needy moan escaped your lips as his fingers made it past your panties to find you soaked for him.

“What do we have here? You’re so wet, dirty girl. Did you want this to happen?”

His voice sent a thrill down your spine while he teased your wet folds, thumb brushing against your clit occasionally. He nipped at your bottom lip when you remained quiet, withdrawing his fingers slowly.

“Yes! Yes! I wanted this to happen. Touch me, please.” hating how desperate you sounded, you let out a gasp when he rewarded you with two finger that pushed into your slick entrance.

“That’s a good girl.” he murmured against your lips, trailing them down your neck while massaging your walls, stretching you open deliciously. Your hips moved to gain more friction, needy for more as his words and ministrations brought you to the brink of your climax.

It was the kind of pleasure that made you moan out loud, so loud it resounded everywhere. Least bothered about the fact that you were out on the side of a road, handcuffed while being fingered to the most earth-shattering orgasm by a police officer.

“Mmm…” your moan reached Tony’s ears, making him stop in his tracks to look back. Seeing you on your side, still fast asleep with your leg draped over a pillow and hand reaching over to caress the sheets, it piqued his curiosity.

“I’ll be your good girl, officer…” you mumbled, the words garbled but clear enough to make Tony lie back down next to you with a wide grin on his face as you dreamt on, blissfully unaware that your boyfriend was an audience to it all. He felt his cock twitch inside his boxers at the sight of you panting and moaning in your sleep.

With a sudden gasp, your eyes flew open, making you realize it was all a dream. Light sweat clung to your skin as you released the tight grip you had on your sheets. You were met with a smirking Tony Stark who was eyeing you with amusement, waiting for you to get your bearings.

“Someone had a good night’s sleep.”

You felt heat rush up to your face at his words, he probably heard you talk or worse, moan in sleep. The dream had felt too real.

“Now I understand the kind of porn you’re into, what was your safeword?.” he jested, catching the pillow you flung in his direction with a hearty laugh. Your neck felt hot as you groaned into your hands, embarrassed about the whole thing.

“Can we just forget about it please?”

“No way. Tell me more, I wanna know.”

“You were a police officer.” you mumbled, your voice too low and incoherent.

“What?”

“You were a police officer, okay? Happy now?” you shook your head, wanting him to drop the subject, but then again, knowing Tony, he probably wouldn’t.

“Hey I’m just happy it was me. Judging by your moans there, I could tell I was pretty good.” Tony chuckled, grazing a finger up your arm only for you to swat it away.

“Drop it, Tony.” you begged, throwing the sheet off of your legs to get up. You just knew you were in for a whole day of this with your boyfriend, or days.

“Just out of curiosity, what did I arrest you for?” Tony seemed thoroughly entertained by the idea as his eyes bore into yours, mirth swimming in them.

“Overspeeding.” You admitted sheepishly as he chuckled, clearly enjoying this reaction.

“Ironic.” He was amused, given how he wasn’t exactly known for driving within the speed limit. He stood up all of a sudden, headed for the door while pulling out his phone to type something.

“Where are you going now?”

“To see about that uniform for my girl, where d’you think?”

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princesspastel8 · 4 months ago

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Chapter 6: "It's good to be back!"

Dipper POV

I wake up with a splitting headache. I groan as I sit up, pressing and rubbing my fits against the temples of my forehead. I swing my legs off my bed and hiss out in pain from moving to fast.

"Damnit....Bill.." I said while standing up and leaning against the wall for support. "My head...hurts so much."

I hear Bill laugh before he speaks. "Sorry, pinetree, I couldn't help myself. Seeing the fear in those meatsacks' eyes brought so much joy!"

I tense from his shouting. "Please...no screaming." I beg while slowly walking to the restroom next door to my room.

"Right, you had a pretty memorable night, huh?" Bill chuckles.

I take off my t-shirt and sweat pants, turning on the shower to warm water setting. I step inside, letting out a sigh as my tense body slowly relaxes. I lower my body underneath the showerhead, humming to the feeling of the warm water running down my body and soothing my headache.

"Yes, but enough with games. My plan is to bring you back today, but I can't think of who my last sacrifice will be."

"Haha, oh come on, pinetree. I'm sure there's someone out there who's stupid enough to get close to you -"

Bill is cut off by the sound of the bathroom door opening. "Oh! Oops, my bad dude. Didn't know anyone was in here." I hear Soos say.

I sigh heavily, pushing my wet hair from my face. I peek my head out of the shower currant. "So you're saying you didn't hear the water running through the door?"

Soos shrugs his shoulders. "Nope! But I'll wait until you're done. See ya later, dude." He said while walking out.

A smirk plays its way onto my lips as I pull my head back under the showerhead. "I think I found the idiot I can lead to their death...hehe." I chuckle while washing my hair and body.

"I forgot all about good old question mark! This is going to be hilarious to watch playout! Hahaha!" Bill laughs.

"Indeed." I said as I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower.

I wrap a towel around my waist and walk to my room. I open the door and walk inside, locking it behind myself. I drop the towel while walking to my dresser and pull out black shorts and a black tank top along with some boxers.

I dry my body, putting on my clothes. I place the towel on top of my head, and I walk down the stairs. I raise an eyebrow at everyone. No one's in the kitchen, but everyone is in the living room.

"Uh, why is everyone..." I trail off while walking into the living room. I look at the tv blankly. The news is on.

"A crazed serial killer is still on the lose. The bodies that were found and identified as Robert Stacey Valebtino, Tambry, Susan Wentworth, and Pacifica Elias Northwest. The police haven't figured out a clear motive nor how the murders could possibly be linked. I'm Jessica Jimenez, leaving a warning: be at home before sunset, lock your doors and possibly your windows, and stay safe. And now for the weather -"

Stan turns the Tv off to comfort a crying Wendy and Mable. Ford, however, is taking notes on his notepad, possibly writing everything the reporter stated. I sigh, walking over to Wendy, rubbing my hand up and down her back.

"Ahahahaha! Look at all the chaos and fear you put into those meatsacks! So proud of you, pinetree!" Bill cheers.

I feel my cheeks begin to heat up at Bill's words. I shake my head at the sound of Ford's voice. Everyone turns their attention to him.

"Stan and I will be leaving to hunt down this killer. My thoughts are that whoever is doing this has found out how to summon Bill."

Everyone's eyes widen at the mention of Bill, but my eyes hold shock for a different reason. "Just how did Ford figure it out? The deaths aren't linked in anyway....Unless he's referring to me killing two members of the cipher wheel." I thought to myself.

"What makes you think that grunlke Ford?" I question out loud.

"This killer only needs one more life to take. The fact that this killer killed two members of the cipher will speak for itself. So, in order to prevent such a thing from happening, Stan and I will find this killer and turn him or her over to the police."

Everyone nods their head in understanding as the two prepare to leave. "And no one is allowed to leave for any reason. Do I make myself clear?" Stan said rather sternly.

I sigh heavily while everyone else nods. They walk out the front door, leaving Wendy, Soos, Mable, and me.

"Soooooooo....duck detective?"

Wendy drys her tears and stands up. "I c-can't right now....I have to plan h-his funeral." She whispers, her voice cracking.

"And I have to talk with Candy and Grenda like we promised." Mable said while standing up and walking into her room.

"Oh...alright." Soos said sadly.

I watch as the two leave with a smirk on my lips. I glance at Soos as I stand. "Hey Soos, remember how we used to be dino bros?" I ask.

"Yeah, dude! It was so much fun....you know before the fight we had and almost being killed -"

"Right, right. How would you like to be killer hunters?"

"That would be awesome! It's been a while since I've been on an adventure."

"You didn't understand what I asked. Would you like to come with me to find the killer? Stan and Ford are too old to do it alone."

"Uh...I don't know, man, Stan did say not to leave no matter what." Soos points out with uncertainty.

"Oh come oooon Soos! They'll thank us for catching them!" I answer back.

"Well....if you say so! I trust you, Dipper."

"Great! Just let me get a few things, and we'll be on our way." I said while turning to leave the room.

"Hehe, things just got interesting.", Bill hums.

I chuckle while walking up the stairs to my room. "They have...yes they have."

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Mable POV

I sigh as I lay back in my bed, petting waddles with my good hand. I still can't believe that Dipper did that to me....he changed ever since that day. I blame myself for everything....I was drunk and just wanted to be cool. I can never forgive myself for that.

I sit up, hearing the door open to my room. It's Wendy. She's been down and out since Robbie was killed. She mentioned how he never came home last night but didn't think too much of it. I always thought Robbie and Tembery would last....I wonder what happened.

"Hey, uh Mable, have you seen dipper? I want him to look after the shack while I make a quick run. Soos isn't here either, so...." She trialed on.

"Huh?! But Stan said not to leave....should we tell them?"

She shrugs, "eh maybe...I'm sure they're safe."

But I don't believe it. Something feels off... really off. Dipper is different, far darker than he was back then. I never knew that he got the Cipher wheel on his back...I would sometimes hear him whispering in his room in the middle of the night. I don't know if it's me or the Mable juice, but Dipper isn't... dipper.

I hear Stan and Ford enter my room with a strange expression.....fear? "Grunlke Stan? Grunlke Ford? What's the matter?"

"No time to explain. Where's Dipper and Soos? We looked all over the shake but couldn't find them. We were hoping they were in here..." Ford said while nervously looking around my room.

"I don't know. I saw them walking into the forest through the window, just thought they were going to help you two find the murderer." I point out while smiling.

"Uh kid... we already know who the murderer is." Stan said in disbelief.

"Well, say it, old man." Wendy said in an impatient tone.

"Dipper. He's the killer." Ford finally said, his voice full of dread.

Wendy laughs as if it was a joke, but the look on my grunlkes faces says it all. The feeling in my chest grew heavier. How could my twin brother..be a killer?

I feel tears fill my eyes as I stare down at my broken wrist. "Wh-what makes you think that -"

"No time to explain! Get ready. We are leaving now before it's too late."

"What do you mean?" Wendy questions warily.

"Before Dipper brings back Bill."

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Dipper POV

As we get closer and closer to Bill's stature, the wider my smile becomes. So close...so so close...

"Aye dude, where are we going?" Soos asks while glancing around. "Isn't this where that Bill guy stature is?"

I turn around and chuckle, my vision flashing to yellow. "Yes. Yes, it is."

I can sense the fear coming off of Soos. It only makes my excitement grow. We approach his stature. I see tree veins wrapped all around his poor stature. I groan at the sight but smile as I hear Soos backing away from me.

"I don't know about this man. Dipper, I think w-we should head back..."

I chuckle, my chuckles changing to laughs, my voice becoming mixed with Bill's. "Sorry, question mark! But pinetree has other things planned."

I drop my bag, pulling out a pistol I took from my father before leaving for gravity falls. I turn around, aiming the gun right in between his eyes. "Dino bros... yeah, sure, when I was twelve. But things are different now....very different. Think about it this way! Your sacrifice will soon bring me happiness!"

Soos eyes begin to fill with tears, which only makes me laugh more. "Dipper, you can't do this, dude! Wh-what about your family?...you can't do this to us!"

"Family?....Bill is my only family." I frown before shooting him, killing him instantly.

I watch his eyes roll back as blood spats on my face. I place my gun back into my bag, picking up Bill's stature and placing it in the middle of an open space. I pull out a can of blue spray paint, drawing a huge circle around it. I then draw a star, the corners over the star with circles on the tips. I reach back into my back for the jars and 5 candles and a lighter.

I quickly place the jars and candles inside the circles on the tips of the star. I quickly open each jar, lighting up the candles. I watch as the red flame quickly turns blue. I stand before my art, my hard work finally paying off.

My smile disappears as I hear my name being called. I ignore it, holding my arms in the air as the palms of my hands glow with blue flames. "L-T-O-L-O-X-A! His time has come to rise! I invoke the ancient power that Bill has returned!!" I shout to the top of my lungs as my body begins to float from the ground.

"We're too late...." I hear Ford whisper in grief.

I watch as Bill's stature begins to float from the ground as the souls merge with it. The sky darkens, and reality freezes, turning to black and white. A bright yellow glow comes from the stature, causing everyone's eyes to shut tightly. Once everything settles down, I'm greeted by the voice I've yearned to hear from outside my head after all these years.

"Oh, gravity falls, it is good to be back! What is this? The second time?"

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flightlessangelwings · 1 month ago

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FawKtober2024 Part 3- Tasm!Peter Parker

Tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Kinks- romantic sex, pegging, cunnilingus

Word count- 1723

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), anal (m receiving), soft sex, oral (f receiving), romance, established relationship, strap/dildo, fluff, light slapping, playfulness, pet names, no physical description of reader other than body parts, no use of y/n

Notes- Honestly, I can't believe I haven't written a pegging Peter fic yet lol so why not use kinkotber this year to fix that! Peter is always so fun to write and I"m really happy with how this turned out! Enjoy!

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“I like this view, Peter,” you smirked from behind him as you tightened the harness on your hip.

Peter wiggled his hips from where he sat perched in front of you on his hands and knees, “I bet you do, sweetheart,” he turned to look over his shoulder and gave you a wink and a sly smile.

Your face lit up as you laughed with him while you ran your hand across his ass, “You ready, baby?” you purred as you gave him a squeeze.

He swallowed hard as his eyes trailed down your figure to the strap that sat comfortably nestled on your hips. Licking his lips eagerly, Peter nodded, “Ready,” he breathed.

Without warming, you reeled your hand back and landed a slap on his ass, making him yelp in surprise. It quickly turned into a moan as you slapped him again and grabbed his cheek hard, kneading it under your palm, “You like that, Pete?” your tone dropped as you poked your finger at his entrance.

“Yeah,” he whispered as he dropped his head down onto the mattress, burying his face in the blankets and leaving his hips up in the air for you.

“Good boy,” you murmured as you sat mesmerized by him. Lazily, you pushed a finger into Peter, and your pussy clenched as he let out a low moan. “You wore the plug like I asked you to,” you commented, noticing how easily your finger pushed past his muscles, “Good boy,” you repeated your praise as you thrust your finger in deeper.

“Mmmm,” Peter moaned as he lost himself in your touch, “All ready for you, babe,” he quipped once he was able to form an actual thought.

You pulled your finger out and leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his ass where you slapped it. While you nibbled on his sensitive skin, you reached to where you placed the bottle of lube and thoroughly coated your strap with it before tossing it aside.

“Relax, Peter,” you cooed, “I’ve got you today,” you murmured words of encouragement as you lined yourself up with his entrance.

Peter groaned your name as he left the stretch of the tip of your strap slowly pushed into him. “Fuck!” he cried out as he felt the thickness inside of him, even thicker than the plug he kept in him to prepare for you tonight.

“Feeling good, Pete?” you asked in a soothing voice as you ran your hands up and down his spine, devouring the goosebumps that erupted all along his back.

“So fuckin’ good,” he couldn’t help the sultry tone as he pushed his hips back to meet your body.

“Fuck, Peter,” you groaned as you watched the rest of the strap disappear inside him.

“Sweetheart,” he mumbled in between incoherent babbling, “Please move.”

You let out an obscene sound from deep in your chest at the way he begged for you. And you couldn’t deny him whatever he wanted. Rocking your hips back, you heard a squelch as the strap reappeared, only to disappear again when you thrust forward. Both of you moaned as you started a slow and steady rhythm, rocking into him over and over again like how he did with you.

Grabbing his hips, you couldn’t help but pick up your pace. Encouraged by his moans and string of curses under his breath, you thrust a little harder, testing to see his reaction.

“Feels so good,” Peter muttered as sweat made his hair stick to his forehead.

“You’re taking me so good, Pete,” you murmured praise as you leaned forward and placed a trail of kisses along his spine where your fingers just touched.

“You’re fucking me so good, sweetheart.”

With those words, you thrust yourself as far forward as you could, burying your strap as deep as possible inside Peter. You wrapped your arms around his waist, holding him close as you savored the moment. And Peter released his grip on the blankets to hold onto your hand in response, giving it a tight squeeze.

“I love you,” Peter whispered.

You smiled against his body as you placed another soft kiss, “I love you too, Peter.”

Letting go of his hand, you started your thrusts again, this time with more determination. You were faster, harder, and your hand snaked down his stomach to wrap around his cock. Peter cried out loudly as you suddenly moved faster, almost overwhelming him with how good you felt.

“Fuck! Sweetheart!” he screamed as his body burned with desire, “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Let me see how beautiful you are when you cum, Pete,” you huffed as you started to feel your muscles burn with how much your hips thrust back and forth.

Pumping his cock in time with your thrusts as best as you could, you could tell he was close. The way he moaned and groaned and murmured your name over and over told you he was about to go over the edge. And you would be there to catch him this time.

“That’s it, Peter,” you cooed, “You’re taking me so good.”

All he could do was babble incoherently as his arms and legs started to tremble as pure bliss coursed through his veins. Your words of encouragement were all he needed for his climax to take over his body and with a loud cry of your name, Peter came hard. Tears filled his eyes as the emotions overwhelmed him in the best way possible.

You continued to stroke his cock and thrust your strap into him over and over again as every moan and whimper went right to your cunt. You felt his release splash your hand as you kept going, pulling every drop of his orgasm as you could from his body. Peter’s cries of pleasure filled the room as you rode out his orgasm until he collapsed down flat in front of you.

“Peter!” you gasped as your dildo slid out of him with ease from how wet it was. But, you ignored it and rushed forward to cover his body with yours, placing kisses all across his freckled shoulders, “You alright, baby?” you asked.

He hummed as a silly smile lit up his face while he rolled onto his side, “Never better,” he beamed, “You’re so good at this, babe,” he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

“I try,” you smiled back at him, “I learned from the best,” you winked back at him as you both erupted into giggles in between kisses.

Peter turned more serious after a few moments as he gently pushed your shoulder and guided you onto your back, “Let me return the favor, sweetheart,” his tone dropped as he shimmied his way down your body, kissing every inch of your skin on his way down.

“Pete…” you moaned as he reached your hips, tucking his fingers under the harness of your strap as he coaxed it off your body.

It was a sensual moment as you lifted your hips up for him, neither of you breaking eye contact as he slid the strap down your legs like he did with your panties so many times before. Peter only broke away to look down at the soaked dildo as he took it into his hands, giving it a quick kiss at the tip before he tossed it aside. Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched the gesture before he knelt down and stilted between your parted legs.

“Beautiful,” he murmured in awe as he stared at your dripping pussy before he dove in.

You screamed as his lips made contact with yours and Peter immediately devoured you like a man starved. Your hands clenched onto the blankets as his tongue swirled around your pussy, tasting you greedily.

“Fuck! Peter!” you cried out as tears already formed in your eyes.

He hummed into you, too engrossed in your body to break away even to tell you how beautiful and delicious you were. Peter held onto your hips, holding you still enough so he wouldn’t miss a spot while still letting your hips grind against his face. The room felt like a sauna from the heat that built up from the passion between you and Peter.

Tears of his own filled the corners of Peter’s eyes as he devoured you desperately. It gave him just as much pleasure to ravage you as when you fucked him. His own hips bucked against the mattress as his tongue ran up and down your folds. A moan of his own escaped his lips as he wrapped them around your clit and sucked hard.

“Pete…” you whimpered as your mind swam in pleasure.

Peter hummed again, determined to make you cum even harder than he did. His tongue worked your clit expertly, knowing exactly what spots drove you wild with ecstasy. And the louder you screamed, the more he knew you were close.

Your hand flew to his hair, tugging hard as you panted, “I’m gonna cum… Pete…” you breathed before you screamed loudly as your release took you over. With your arms and legs trembling, you came into his mouth, gushing with your orgasm while Peter continued to lick and suck at your pussy.

When you whined from the overwhelming emotions and sensation, Peter finally broke away. He breathed heavily, his chin dripping as he stared at you while you laid sprawled out with your eyes closed. He could almost feel the emotions in the air, could almost physically see them in front of him as he watched you come down from your high.

“I love you, sweetheart,” Peter blurted out before he lunged forward and kissed you deeply as he laid out on top of you.

You moaned into the kiss, immediately wrapped your arms around him to hold him as close as you possibly could, “I,” you kissed him again, “Love you too,” you broke away for a breath before he kissed you again, “Peter Parker.”

Peter smiled into your kisses as he rolled to his side, keeping you wrapped up in his arms. Together, the two of you tangled up in a knot that neither of you wanted to break free from. Content to stay in the other’s embrace, both you and Peter never felt safer, or more satisfied. And everything was perfect.

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marshedmallowes · 1 year ago

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miguel as pseudo big brother to a reader kinda similar to miles? i was thinking abt that one scene in the first movie when sp//dr broke down and noir carried peni n started feening for platonic miguel 🥹🥹

MIGUEL O'HARA as a big brother figure

yes sorry kinda evil gif choice. anyway listen it is literally my second day on the job so i'm so sorry if miguel is ooc in Any way

despite being such a stoic on the outside, miguel would lowkey have a soft spot for you. he is a big man with a big wall but damn are you so good at climbing over that damn wall

think those tiktoks of how miguel would have a soft spot for mayday and like burst into tears at her sight but he hides it for you bcus he needs to act Cool™ around the team.

he wouldn't outwardly show affection through physical touch or anything, but the GESTURES !! OH THE GESTURES !!

his love languages are definitely gift giving and acts of service!!

also he struggles in communicating his appreciation for you directly but you can definitely see it through the small acts he does for you everyday, like taking the time to check on your mental state every other day (he's trying his best okay).

if he's passing by the cafeteria to get an empanada or something as a snack, he's also buying a whole meal for you whether you like it or not. if you already had lunch he does Not care and you will take it.

he definitely does push you harder, but only because he knows you're capable of so much.

As you run your errands in spider-society, somehow balancing your bio homework that was due the next hour along with the numerous tasks assigned against the multiversal anomalies popping up everywhere. Overwhelmed was an understatement for how you were feeling—that's when a notif popped up on your watch, summoning you to Miguel's spidercave (whatever they call it). "What is it this time?" You say begrudgingly, a little pissed off that your own damn boss summoned you while you were so busy. "Have you forgotten about your own task report? The one issued around a week ago?" Miguel doesn't even face you properly, face obstructed by his countless computer screens. Well, looks like this isn't even worth his damn time.

Sighing, you shuffle through your backpack, past the textbooks and random pens and trinkets before finding a crumpled sheet of paper that you pass to him. "...And can you tell me exactly what this means?" Miguel attempts to smoothen out the report to not much avail, and your unintelligible writing is... something for sure. "Well, so ya see—" What would've been your explanation was cut off by a loud rumble, originating from your stomach. GLRLGLRGLRLGLRGLRLGLR. "..."

"......."

After what could've been the most awkward silence in your life, Miguel finally breaks the ice with a question you didn't really have an answer to.

"When was the last time you've eaten?" "Um..." —Your stomach threatened to roar again— "Like, yesterday night..." "And do you know what time it is?" "....4 in the afternoon? "Ay, coño..." Miguel mutters to himself, as he presses two fingers to his forehead in disappointment.

"No, listen, it's just that I couldn't really eat because I had this biology thing that I had to finish today and I'm not really done with it yet and I hate bio and our teacher sucks and the anomalies too and—" "Okay, okay! I get it!" Your frantic attempts to defend yourself are then abruptly interrupted by the toss of a still-warm empanada container, along with a bottle of water stuck to it via spiderweb. Your eyes immediately brighten up at the sight of food, and your muscles tug into a smile at the man you were so fiercely defending yourself against two seconds ago. "Thank you, thank you!" When the hell did he get that and why save it for me? "Yeah, yeah. Just leave." Miguel spat out, a twinge of embarrassment showing through his features. As you waltz out the room, merienda* in hand, he watches you, not noticing the slight smile forming in his lips.

*merienda is like a snack you eat midway through the afternoon! since its 4pm i thought that was much more fitting than like dinner or something

shoutout to vyn (@prinzevyn) for the help w miguel's character!! unfortunately not awake to beta read aaaAaahhh......

#sorry anon if this isnt what u were expecting #reader is so much of a bratty teenager here because the sibling dynamics i know the most are that of bantering #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miles morales x reader #miguel o'hara #platonic reader #platonic love #platonic miguel o'hara #spiderverse

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starrylothcat · 1 year ago

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♡ Home ♡

The Bad Batch Ask You to Live With Them Headcanons

Pairing: Individual Bad Batch x GN Reader.

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff. Smooching. Everyone is happy on Pabu AU. 🫶

A/N: This is just some silly fluff I wrote at work today. It was hot AF and I’m still sweating so I apologize for any errors, not really proofread.

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Scenario: You and The Bad Batch have been settled on Pabu for some time. Long-held feelings between you and your Batcher finally had the opportunity to blossom as you eased into a peaceful island routine. You are happy, your love for one another secure and strong.

You’ve discussed moving in together, but island life is calm and your lives are no longer in a rush. You haven’t made that leap in your relationship quite yet, but little did you know your Batcher had plans…

Hunter

You were sitting on the beach, the sun’s last rays catching the calm sea as stars twinkled into view.

Hunter’s arm was wrapped around you, holding you close against him, his head leaning on yours.

“You know that cottage we walk by every day, the one with the garden?” Hunter mumbled, gently tracing his fingers up and down your arm.

“Yeah…I’m surprised no one has moved in there yet. It’s in a perfect location.” You murmured, his fingers putting you in a relaxed trance.

“It is perfect.” He said, his smokey voice lulling you further into a relaxed, carefree state. “I can’t wait to see what you do with the garden.”

You shifted your head to look at him, confusion in your expression, his fingers stopping their caress.

“Omega wants to try to plant meilooruns.” He met your gaze. “And she’s already picking out decorations for her room.”

“Hunter…” you started. “What are you saying?”

Hunter pressed his forehead to yours. “It’s ours. If you want.” He ghosted his lips across your own. “All I have to do is give the word to Shep.”

Your breath hitched.

“Hunter, you mean, that cottage…? It’s really ours?”

He nodded, gently tracing his fingertips across your cheek, the fading sun reflecting in his honeyed eyes.

“I love you, and Omega does too. We’ve spent so much time on the run, never knowing what comes next. It’s time…to put it behind us. Settle down for good. And I want you to be part of that. But if you’re not-“

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and tugged him in for a passionate kiss, his arms immediately pulling you close to him.

“Hunter, yes.“ You beamed, breaking the kiss. “I love you, too.”

Hunter smiled, nuzzling his nose against yours, never having felt so content in his entire life, excited for this next chapter in your relationship.

Echo

You had just closed up your shop and were waiting for Echo. He promised to take you out tonight and told you he was planning something special.

He met you at your shop, kissing you deeply as his hello.

“Hello to you, too.” You giggled, slightly flustered at his kiss as he looped his arm with yours. “Where are you taking me tonight?”

“It’s still a surprise, mesh’la.” He winked, leading you down a a few quiet roads.

“There aren’t any restaurants up here.” You gave him a look, having no idea what he had planned.

Echo didn’t say anything, the evening lights flickering on throughout the island, casting warm glows onto the street.

A few more turns and Echo stopped. You stood in front of a cottage, a soft glow of light coming from the front windows.

“Echo-“ He just smiled, leading you up the cobbled path to the home.

“Echo, if your idea of a date is breaking and entering…” you teased, still confused as to what was going on.

Echo chuckled, opening the door to the cottage, surprising you that it was open.

“Just trust me, mesh’la.”

You stepped inside, gasping slightly. The cottage was empty, save for a blanket that was spread on the ground in what would be the living room.

A few candles were the only light source, highlighting the picnic that was spread across the blanket, and two empty glasses for the bottle of wine that sat in the middle of the spread.

You looked at him, still just as lost as before.

“It’s not much, but I figured we should celebrate the first night in our house.”

You opened and closed your mouth, processing his words.

“Our…house? Echo, you mean…?”

He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tight.

“I love you and…I want to spend every moment together. Build a life…together. I saw this cottage was available and talked to Shep. It’s ours if we want it.”

Tears clouded your vision as you kissed him, overwhelmed by his words. You nodded excitedly against his lips, your heart ready to burst with joy.

“Me too, Echo. I love you. I want to build a life with you, too.”

He smiled, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

“Let’s crack open that wine then, shall we?”

Tech

Tech had been busy as of late, which is normal. He always had some project or idea that was occupying his mind.

But you knew something strange was going on when he kept hiding his datapad from you, or quickly pushing flimis under other piles of half-worked on gadgets whenever you walked into his room.

Finally, you decided to ask what he was working on, and what has been so intensely engrossing his mind the last few weeks.

“Can I ask what it is you’re working on?” You queried as you lounged on his bed in his room, watching him work.

He turned to you, and it looked like he was hesitating, and almost nervous to say something.

He let out a breath and fully faced you.

“We’ve been together romantically for some time now…” he started. “And we are happy, correct?”

You raised you eyebrow, nodding. “Yes, of course Tech. I love you.”

“As I you.” He stated. “So I have been pondering of what should come next, and I determined it was time to begin the next phase of our relationship, if you agree.”

Tech held out his datapad toward you as you stared at him, wondering what he was going on about.

“I began investigating homes we could share. There are plenty of available cottages throughout the island which I have researched thoroughly, though none are up to my standards.”

Tech adjusted his goggles as heat began to flush your cheeks.

“So, I took it upon myself to explore ways on how to build one myself.”

Your heart fluttered at his words as you sat up completely. “Tech, you want to build us a house?”

“Precisely. If you want to cohabitate with me, that is.” The last part of his statement came out quiet, as if he wasn’t sure of what your answer would be.

You peeked at the datapad, which had blueprint schematics of a cottage, all designed by him.

You looked back at him, not stopping the large smile on your face as Tech fidgeted, waiting for your response.

“Tech…” you said softly. “Yes, I’d love to live with you. I want it more than anything.”

You watched as his shoulders seemed to relax as you set down the datapad, closing the distance between the two of you.

Tech took your hand, his thumb gently tracing over yours.

“Of course, I’ll need your input on the final design, but I think you’ll approve of what I have so far.”

You smiled, leaning into him, his other arm holding you close. “As long as I’m with you, it’ll be perfect.”

Wrecker

Wrecker was giddy, practically dragging you down the road as he picked up his pace.

“Wrecker, where are we going?! Wait a sec, you’re walking too fast!” You could barely match his strides.

“You’re gonna love it, I promise! We are almost there!”

After another turn down a street, Wrecker finally stopped at the end of a row of small cottages.

“Here!” He exclaimed loudly, gesturing to you to follow him.

“Wrecker, what is this?!” You gasped, out of breath.

“It’s our new house! I know we talked about having our own place awhile ago and…here it is!” Wrecker excitedly tugged you in through the front door, your mind trying to play catch up to what he was saying.

You stepped inside, Wrecker eagerly pointing to different areas of the cottage.

“The windows in the kitchen are big, so we can have a great view while we cook together. That was the first thing I thought of…” Wrecker blushed as he turned, pointing to the door that led to a back patio.

“Oh, and look at the porch! Ya can grow all the herbs you’ve been wanting to! And wait until you see the view out the bedroom window-“

Wrecker stopped, noticing how quiet you were being.

You were gazing around the empty house, your mind spinning with surprise and happiness.

You were moved at Wrecker’s excitement and having a home to call your own, with him, not expecting this in the slightest.

Tears were sliding down your cheeks, and you didn’t even notice until Wrecker’s large hand was gently wiping them away.

“Mesh’la, I’m sorry, I got carried away. If ya aren’t ready I understand, or if ya don’t like this cottage we can-“ Wrecker sighed, thinking he ruined everything. “I’m sorry if it’s too much.”

You looked up at him, smiling.

“Wrecker, this is more than I could have ever wanted. I love this. I love you.” You placed your hand over his that was now cradling your face. “I want this.”

Wrecker smiled, relief washing over him.

“Now, tell me again about the kitchen?” You laughed, happy tears still running down your face as Wrecker kissed your cheeks, laughing with you in your new home.

Crosshair

You were laying with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you almost drifted off to sleep, Crosshair’s arm keeping you close to him.

You noticed he had been a little on edge today, restless and fidgeting more than usual.

You suggested a nap, which he agreed to.

He continued to be restless, though, not able to get comfortable as you laid on him.

“Want to go for a walk?” He grunted, shifting under you.

You lifted your head, blinking a few times. “Sure.” You smiled sleepily, sitting up from your laying position.

You often went on walks in the evening, a ritual you began not long after you became a couple.

You walked quietly under the full moon, the streets silent. Crosshair’s hand found yours, enjoying one another’s presence as you strolled through the winding avenues.

You let Crosshair lead the way, and you walked up into a cluster of cottages that you often passed by on your walks.

You’ve mentioned before how you like this part of Pabu, this subset of cottages getting the best view of the sunset.

Crosshair suddenly stopped, still grasping your hand.

“Is everything ok?” You asked, wondering why he stopped so suddenly.

He looked at you as he lifted your hand, turning your palm up, his silver hair almost indistinguishable from the moonlight casting down on the two of you.

“I was going to wait until tomorrow, but here.”

Crosshair placed a small key in the center of your palm, closing your fingers around it.

“Crosshair, what is this?” You asked softly, confused as to what he was doing.

“It’s ours.” He stated. “The one with the blue door.” You glanced behind him at the cottage with said blue door.

You focused back on him, trying to piece together what he was saying, his expression unreadable.

“What do you mean?” Your voice quivered, clutching the key.

“You know what I mean, doll.” His tone was soft. “It has the best view of the sunset. I made sure of that.”

You practically jumped at him, swinging your arms around him and crushing yourself into his chest, tears pricking at your eyes.

“Crosshair, I-“

He leaned his head on yours, his lips brushing against your forehead. You didn’t need to finish your sentence.

“It’s ours, now?” You whispered.

“As of yesterday.”

You looked up at him. “How did you know I’d say yes?”

Crosshair smirked, his lips close to yours. “You did, didn’t you?”

You smirked back, his lips capturing yours in the moonlight in front of your new home.

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