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If anyone can guess the upcoming major(ish) plot twist in my Puss in Boots fic “I Do Not Fear Death” I will write them a one-shot of basically anything they want. 🌈🎉 Can even be from a different fandom than PiB (given I’m familiar with the material). I’m cool with writing basically anything (will include more info in the replies on that).
Rules:
•Guesses can be made in the replies, reblogs, tags, asks, messages on here, or as comments on the fic itself (basically anywhere as long as I can see it)
•You can make as many guesses as you want (go hog wild!)
•The one-shot can be gifted to a friend for them to choose what it's about if you so desire
•You have until the next chapter is posted (ch14) to make your guesses, at which point I will reveal if anyone was correct! If more than one person guesses it correctly, whoever was first will win
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Hello you lovely people! It is with great excitement that I'm here to announce... the Spring 2024 Shipping One-Shot Competition! ...or just
we're running a shipping one-shot fanfiction contest over on our forums! signups end on march 31, and we have quite a few categories for entrants to be winners in -- both romantic and platonic ships are accepted! winners get free reviews and possibly other prizes, and go in our writers' workshop hall of fame!!
i (lisia) am helping run the event, and blanc and i are going to try and participate, so come join us if you'd like...! hope to see you there o7
A/N: based off this blurb by @spenciebabie for their fic contest!
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His eyes were the most genuine part of his body; no matter how long he slept, they always eluded to the tiredness that constantly wept over him. It had become routine, he drank his coffee and took naps when needed, but overall he never slept much. Pills didn't work, and his job offered no sincerity to his lack of a good REM cycle. That was until he met her.
...
The first night he and Y/N slept together was probably the best night's sleep of his life. He thought of the oxytocin levels after orgasm or the studies of human skin-to-skin contact aiding in the human sleep cycle, but, after that, every night with her just became better and better.
In a non-sexual way (and a very sexual way), he loved sleeping together. He loved the feeling of her skin on his or the way her hair parted naturally in her sleep to frame her face. He loved holding her close so he could feel her heartbeat press against his. And he loved the mornings when she'd wake up tucked tightly in his arms. And he adored the groggy morning voice she hated so much.
She was one of the reasons he disliked traveling for work, not that he didn't love his job at times, but he missed his girlfriend's comfort after a long day, especially after the tougher cases. This one, in particular, was in the sex crimes unit.
He didn't want to talk to Y/N about this one. He didn't want her to worry about him, even though she probably should have. They don't tell you how much this job takes saturation out of things, and it made him realize just how much he missed her.
Thankfully they solved it rather quickly before the unsub could attain more victims, but when he got home that late Friday night, he admitted to himself how worn he was. He knew when to ask for help and when he knew he could push it off, but at this point, it took a lot to admit to himself how much he needed her.
He slept for the first time in a long week that night; it was comforting to fall asleep with her arms around his, and only then had he realized just how tired he was. She wasn't a profiler herself, but she could tell what he needed, even it was as little as a comforting rub on his back which is what she did.
She drew circles and squiggly lines on the bare skin of his back while his shoulder blades peeked out, and she hummed softly against his curly hair to let him rest in a peace he missed so dearly. A peace he had left unattended for far too long that now he was reunited, he would never let go.
And he slept. He slept, and he dreamed of pleasanter things. The shampoo of her hair wafted through his nose, so his memories of her flooded his head even in his unconscious state. Both of them in their exposed states, their skin on the others, he felt safe.
...
The following day Y/N was shocked to find a pillow that had replaced her boyfriend in the middle of the night. Instead of drawing out her morning tired state, she quickly investigated where he went. She wanted to be with him after missing him for so long, but she wanted to make sure he was okay.
She put on some clothes from her hamper, desperate to find him as promptly as possible, and she discovered her mission was soon cut short when the first place she looked, she found him sitting in the bathtub with water up to his open ears.
"Spencer?" Were technically the first words she had spoken to him in the past twelve hours or so, and he immediately turned his head and sat up in her direction. "Are you okay?" He didn't respond; he just kept himself put. Afraid if he moved a muscle, the glass of his peaceful state would fall off his head and crash onto the mosaic floor.
She didn't nag him for an answer; she knew that sometimes after a case as bad as she was assuming, he could go slightly non-verbal, but she trusted him enough to tell her what he needed. But before she turns to leave the bathroom, he croaks out a small "Can-" She stops and turns around rapidly like a genie ready to help him in any way she could.
"Can you stay here?" His voice was down to a whisper, and a slight frown formed on Y/N's face. She could hear the pain in his voice. "Of course, sweetie, do you want some food or something? You hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday; I'm assuming," But her cut her off.
"I haven't been eating." This flipped a switch in her mind telling her she had a problem to fix; she could get him a snack or maybe something bigger if he were up for it, but from where she stood, he grabbed her hand softly in his wet fingertips and looked up at her with his added and puppy dog eyes. "Later?"
She listened and started to move to the sink counter and sit o the edge, but his grip on her hand didn't falter. "Do you want me to join you?" And again, he didn't give her any signal, no words, just a motionless being in his bathtub. But she knew him too well to know that his silence meant 'yes.'
Her clothes fell off easily before she places her foot in the bathtub by Spencer's, absent enough for her to be able to fit perfectly on Spencer's chest. He took her comfort in his hands and squeezed her closely, scared she could leave in seconds, but he knew she wouldn't. He knew she wouldn't abandon him when her hands intertwined with his as easily as they did last night in their bed.
She leaned in close, hearing the heartbeat in his chest thump and thump against her ear as a signal he was alive and working correctly. But she knew even broken people's hearts could pump even if they were damaged.
The thought of Spencer going through his pain alone made her weep for him. "Are you crying?" He asked when he realized how much she needed him as he needed her. She didn't try to hide her salty face; instead, she just wiggled her hands out of their crook to hold Spencer's.
Spencer's beautiful and soft hands grown worn and cracked over time. Spencer's hands that fit perfectly into hers. Spencer's hands whose held onto hers as if his life depended on it. Spencer's gorgeous hands he used to rub her back.
Small circles and squiggly lines in the formations where he knew she wasn't ticklish and wanted him to touch. Wanted him to lather in soap in the shower or place his hand when they're walking together or trace shapes when either of them was sad.
She's unsure where their idea originated from while Spencer remembers every detail. He remembers how she held onto his fist and stretched his arm to doodle funny images on his wrist in red ink. He remembers how relieved it made him feel latching onto the sensory of the shapes. And they both remember it as their comforting message to each other.
Y/N takes notice of the room around them, unaware of the life the two people in the bathtub shared. And she looked across the room only a few feet away from a bottle of bubble solution. Spencer notices it, too, and smiles softly. "I don't understand people who bathe without bubbles." She giggles, and Spencer does too, reaching his long arm to grab the bottle. "I was just tired, but you want bubbles; I'll make you bubbles."
She smiles when she drips the fluid onto the bathtub floor before sinking her hands to mix the solution, bubbles quickly forming to Spencer's smile and a soft chuckle. She messes with the feeling of it all, the lather on her skin and the colors of the liquid, and Spencer starts to as well, both of them basking in the much-needed relief of a down-time moment.
A moment neither of them needed to explain themselves, and they could be. Focusing on every little bubble and every petite sud, they soaked in the water for a long time, laughing and cuddling and playing with bubbles.
It wasn't long before Y/N found herself tightly bound in Spencer's arms again. The innocence of their bodies together lying in the soap and the fun of their bubble bath. "I missed you."
"I missed you too," She moans, giving a soft kiss to the pec she was laying on. He smiles at the feeling of his skin under her lips, a feeling he probably missed the most. The soft and delicate way she handled him and the way he held her was everything he missed and everything he loved about her.
He thinks about what would happen when he lost her.
If he lost her
He thinks about the case. The poor women who never returned home to their significant others; the even more impoverished people who would never hold their loved ones the way he was holding his own. Why was it fair they all lost their everything's when he had his waiting for him at home the whole time. He felt guilty. He felt ashamed before Y/N could notice the shift in his breath and begin her circular and squiggly movements again.
This made him smile before he whispered to her, "I'm scared of losing you." She moves up from her resting place on his chest to meet his eyeliner straight into his face. "You're not going to lose me, Spencer." She whispers back even though the feelings don't go away; they fade darker.
He leans in to kiss her, and she eagerly continues his advance. Not eagerly in a heated way but a way that explained to him just how much she cared. And through their kiss, he felt all of the love and all of the happiness she felt for him.
It felt like too much for him to deserve, but she kept giving and giving to him. Gently pecking at his lips and toying with the skin on his chest, enough to let him know it was safe to relax before Spencer had more in mind.
"Let's get out." She's curious, sure, but she listens to him and starts to reach for a towel when she emerged, bubbles sticking to her skin like honey. He watched the curves of her skin travel to her sweet softness, and when he left himself, he hugged onto her as tight as before, leaving another kiss on her lips before nuzzling his head in the safety of her shoulder.
She patted his damp back and motioned him to the bedroom, letting him lay himself down before he pulled her with him. "Spencer?" His eyes fixated on her's filled with confusion, before he let himself explain verbally. "Sleep with me? I-," He cuts himself off, waiting for her to say 'no' for her to say anything and ignore him, but instead, she listens to what he was waiting to speak.
"I want to be close to you. I want to feel you." She stands in front of him while he sits on the bed. After his wording, he leans into her chest and stomach to plant little kisses onto the skin he missed so much.
"There are other ways if you don't want to do this." It's not that she was talking him out of anything; she just hated the idea of making him uncomfortable. But he persisted. He kept his mouth on her smooth skin, hungry for the comfort and safety he felt around her, inside of her.
His once depressed state had morphed itself into a desire needing to be satiated. He wanted her. He missed her. He needed her. Watching his face travel down to her lower abdomen, she realizes just how much she needs him as well.
So she turns around and flops herself onto the bed, Spencer soon following and using his arms to support him hovering over her. His hair was dropping a little bit into her face, but he filled the space instantly with his lips on hers. She tasted his mouth with a further longing to show her love. She tasted the coffee on his lips and smelled the natural aroma of cedarwood and soft laundry in his skin.
When his lips moved to her shoulder, a soft moan escapes her lips, making him move faster, eager to be with her in all the ways he yearned for over the weeks he was gone. Both of them were already naked, so it was just their bare and slightly damp skin grinding against each-other while Spencer grew harder above her.
She loved the feeling of his growth on her stomach and started groaning louder, so excited for him. Spencer could tell how impatient she was getting, so he draws one of his fingers from the pillow she was resting on to her pelvis, halting just a little before she broke off the kiss, noticing his hesitation.
Her eyes looked up to his with a look of pure adoration; he feels his heart skip a beat. She leans back a little, wondering if he'd changed his mind about sex, but to affirm his desire, he pushes his fingers into her skin softly and dragged them further to her core, earning another weak whimper from her.
Her sounds shoot straight to his cock while he watches her eyes flutter from his movements. Gently pinching and rubbing her swollen clit, "Oh! Spencer!" was enough for him to roll his head to the side in awe before shooting his digits inside of her.
Excess lubrication formed at his fingertips while her hands flew to his shoulders, gently scratching and pulling him closer. "What do you need, baby?" He coos into her ear while gently nipping at her earlobe.
"Jesus, Spencer fuck me!"
She wails without thinking, running purely on impulse for release, anything. So he listened to her and lined himself up. Not waiting to tease her, he thrust all of him inside of her at once, earning another scream in his ear. Her gorgeous moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as they collided together.
As rough as they took it, it was purely driven by passion. A desire to be with each other fueled by the heat of an absence lasting too long for either of them to cope with.
He slows his pattern and shifts his upper body to hover right above her. Her eyes open delicately after being shut in concentration for so long. "I love you." He whispers into her breath, "I love you too." She returns, loosening her tight grip on his shoulders to ease the tension they built up so feverishly.
She can tell he's about to cum, noticing the sweat on his brow and look of focus on his face, so to tease him, she tightens herself around his aching cock. "Fuck, do that again!" He moaned over her. She did what he said, drawing another long moan and twitch in his dick.
It took a lot for him not to bust right there, but he composed himself long enough to bring his hand down to her clit again. He wanted her to come before him, so he worked his best to toy with her how he knew she loved.
"Oh, Spencer!" And many more cries erupted from her open mouth before Spencer filled it with his tongue. She took her free arms to wrap around Spencer's shoulder and pull him impossibly closer to him, longing for the release of their connection together.
When she finally did come, it took Spencer half of a second to follow her. Both of their highs colliding with each other in the minimal air separating them. Moans cascading and ricocheting off the walls as they came down together, nestled in each other's arms.
Before she wants to latch away from him, Spencer rolls off of her body to lie next to her. In her midst of weakness after her climax, she doesn't latch back onto him right away. Instead, she takes a few deep breaths before she hears Spencer's waiver.
His chest rises and falls rapidly, causing Y/N to abruptly turn in his direction to find her beautiful boyfriend, so strong and resilient for her crying next to her.
"No, no, no, no, no, baby, what's wrong?" She turned her body nearly on top of his and slid her hands up to his face to wipe away the tears streaming down. He tried his hardest to stop or at least calm himself down in front of her, but at this point, he couldn't have stopped himself.
He moaned and cried a little longer in her arms before bringing his voice to a whisper in her ear. "I feel crowded." He whispered so gently she almost didn't hear him accompanied by the sobs in between words, but she tried her best to articulate further,
"Do you want me to go?"
"No, please, I need you."
The words flow out before he can stop them, finally exposing his vulnerability to her waiting to be caught in her embrace. She shushes him, trying to calm him down, and plasters kisses all over his forehead, easing up to whisper small praises to him before he starts to slow his breathing.
"I love you so much, Y/N. I can't explain how much I need you." She listens to every heartbreaking syllable, only tightening her grip on him before whispering her own reciprocation, "You're never going to lose me, Spencer, I love you."
She kisses his forehead before he's calmed down enough to plant another firm kiss on her lips. They both know how late it is in the morning, but without words, they both tell each other it's okay to rest a little longer. Spencer falls asleep first, and Y/N just watched in awe how peaceful he looks before following him in their cuddly nap.
This is for NateWantsToBattle fans in the United States ONLY! I can't ship Internationally!
This is a writing contest for ONE (1) merch item from Nate's shop. It can't be a bundle, it has to be one item of your choosing.
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“Are you labeling me? And not in the metaphorical fashion, you are literally putting a label on me." with Logan and Remus? Maybe with Virgil and Roman in the background?
This one was fun!
Logan looked down at the sticker Remus had just slapped onto his arm. “Are you labeling me? And not in the metaphorical fashion, you are literally putting a label on me.”
The sticker was vaguely green, with Remus’s name on it.
“Don’t take it off!” Remus yelled, somehow looking both exuberant and pleading at once. “Roman’s trying to get Virgil for his team, and my only hope is if I have you and Dee Dee!”
“Team?” Logan echoed.
Just then, Virgil ran through the room, ripping stickers off of his jacket as fast as Roman, who was chasing him with a label maker, could add them on. The two had passed through in a matter of seconds, yelling loudly the entire time.
“If I attempt to remove the sticker, I will fall under a similar fate, won’t I?” Logan said, turning back to Remus.
Remus shrugged. “You won’t have to find out if you just leave it.”
“Very well, I will leave it. What is its significance?” Logan asked.
But Remus was already leaving. “Imma get Dee! Don’t let the red ones get you!”
Logan frowned. Red ones?
His question was soon answered by a screaming Patton running into the room and hiding behind him, pursued by a swarm of small flying creatures. The swarm was made up of roughly half red and half green creatures, not one quite the same.
Logan quickly inferred that they had been drafted into some kind of war game. He grabbed Patton’s wrist, and they both ran until they reached his room, and Logan slammed the door shut. Patton ran to his closet.
“They can get through doors!”
“What do they do?” Logan asked.
“I don’t know. But I don’t want to know!”
There was an odd buzzing sound from the other side of the door, and the door trembled as if it was being drilled through.
“If we take the stickers off, will they leave us alone?” Logan suggested.
“That just makes all of them come after you, I already took my sticker off.”
Logan could see a disturbance in the wood, as the creatures were almost through.
Patton let out a scared sound and hid in his closet.
And then the small creatures burst through, swarming over Logan. He froze, half in terror and half in curiosity, but only the red ones approached him. And… bumped into him? They left red marks wherever they touched, but they didn’t appear to have any desire to hurt him.
Suddenly the door burst open, revealing Remus and Deceit.
“Awww! You let them get you!” Remus whined, already swinging his mace through them and making them disappear in puffs of red powder, leaving red all over Logan’s room. “Now you’re dead, and it’s just me and Dee Dee.”
“I still do not understand the objective of this… is it a game?”
“It is similar to paintball, I believe,” Deceit remarked. “Why are there green ones in your room? Are you harboring an enemy?”
“Hey, yeah!” Remus exclaimed.
“Patton has removed his sticker. He is now neutral and I will not allow you to rope him into the game further unless he chooses to do so.”
“Aww, Logie, you’re no fun!” Remus pouted. “Let’s go get Roman!” And then he was off again.
Deceit gave Logan a slight wave. “I’ll tell you when we win.”
