#we'll see if the obsession holds long enough to finish this

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hey how you doing I got possessed again y'all can blame That Fanart anyways any of y'all still care about my old modern solavellan fic and its sequel even in this year of our lady 2024?

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Alley Boyfriends Part 2

It turns out pretending to be a fake boyfriend involved more planning than Danny had realized was necessary.

Personally, he was thinking he would occasionally be asked to hold Tim's hand in semi-public, tell people about maybe three or four fake dates, and be done with it.

Tim, on the other hand, created a backstory that would make any Dungeon Master weep in complicated worldbuilding joy.

"Why would we keep our relationship a secret?It has to be a valid reason for why we meet in a back alley most of the time but still go out in public to eat." Tim asked him, three notebooks spread around him. All three were written in code, but once they finished creating the tale to his preference, Tim planned on burning them.

Cause that was something people in Gotham did. He wasn't even joking. One of his coworkers invited him to a journal-burning just last week. He went to see what it was about, turns out it was this cities verson of a block party. There were a lot of little groups hudled around movaible fire pits, throwing in paper, laughing and drinking and just being merry.

He checked online to ensure he hadn't accidentally joined a cult. He hadn't; Gotham was just like that.

"I'm from the Midwest—a small town in the Midwest. Maybe I'm not out yet?" Danny suggests with a shrug, slumping in his chair to get comfortable.

Tim snaps his fingers at him with a manic light in his eyes. "That's brilliant. We'll have to go through all your social media to screen for any hints of you being in the alphabet mafia. Now, why would you worry about being spotted four states away? Internalized homophobia?"

Danny shrugs, watching Tim consider his notes, flipping between pages on all three notebooks. Apparently, to ensure their cover story worked, Tim needed to have a notebook dedicated to three themes. The first was their Mental choices—such as a profile of their personalities both before and after their "dating," when they fell in love, and how their upbringing affected them in romantic relationships.

Physical choice—such as how many times they held hands and where the dates were, their attraction types in the pshycal sense, and where they met.

Finally, there weres the Narrative choices—these were people outside their couple. Who saw what, when, and how?. Social media was in there.

"No. That doesn't make sense." Tim sighs showing him the Narrative one. On it are a jamble of words, written so tiny, even if they were noraml Danny would not understand them. "See? Your online humor is about thirty percent gay. Not to mention you've been to Pride in Gotham already."

Tim taps the other notebook, where, supposedly, he is gesturing to the proof of Danny being too comfortable in gay spaces to have internalized homophobia. Danny wonders why he needs this much information, and who the hell would look so far into their fake realtionship.

Once again he wonders who Tim is. Oh, he's been making coffee for the other for days now. Always having his travel mug ready to go at seven am sharp for the other to pick up in the Alley, and had texted him for quick meet ups to trade Heart Attak Coffee.

Sometimes they would send funny memes to each other, and ask eachother about their day. They messaged but it waswn't really deep.

It's also been too late to ask Tim for his last name. It would be embarrassing to admit he either forgot when the other told him or he forgot to ask. His mother would be horrified by his manners.

"It would be sense if we were closer to your hometown, but this would barely hold up against my employees, much less the family." Tim sighs taking a long sip of his coffee. At once, Danny watches his whole body relax, and his eyes light up.

He wonders about that too. Tim reacted to Heart Attack coffee like a ghost interacting with their Obsession.

Tim isn't dead or died from what Danny can tell, but he had obvious signs of death around him. Not enough to be liminal like Jazz, so he wasn't ecto-exposed nor haunted.

He has likely just been in many life-threatening situations. Danny had noticed back in Amity that people like firefighters, military, police officers, and the like- those whose entire jobs meant putting themselves at risk- had the sense of Death gently curling around them. Almost like a flirtation.

He seen a lot more people like that in Gotham, though ussally they were on the opposite side of the previous named workers and he realized that Tim had to be involded in something.

Something big, if the nice suits, expensive coats, countless flowers, tips, and free lunches were any indication. Should he be worried about being in a fake relationship with him?

"Oh! We're a secret because this is both of our first boyfriends!" Tim cheers after a moment. "We are both worried about two different things. I don't want to mess things up due unresolved attachment and abandonment issues not to mention my terrible self-worth and communication skills."

That.....is terrifying self-aware. Danny can only stare as Tim nods his head, flipping some pages and writing more notes down. He switches between green and blue ink pens whenever he is writting so he knows which note applies to who.

Danny thinks he's green.

"You, on the other hand, have a mix of fear of your family finding out, terrible self-esteem due to years of bullying, and fear of commitment. I think we both can play off feeling that if we can't be of use to people, they will leave us mentality, so we never set up proper boundaries just to be safe." Tip pauses, tapping the pen to his bottom lip, eyes focused intensely on his work.

There is a hint of....ghost in his eyes, gleaming just behind his humanity.

He is Ghost King, which means he does not control or know when someone dies, as that is out of his jurisdiction. Not everything that dies becomes a ghost, just like not every ghost has ever lived after all.

In fact, not all of his citizens were humans to begin with or came from humans.

He had command of demons, in the same sense that he did concepts like Time (Clockwork) because they were between Realms. The ones that fell between the cracks of the fabric of worlds were Danny's.

Still, he came to recognize that someone had the potential to be one when their time came. Tim was most definatily a ghost in the making.

That left the question. What would be his Obsession once Tim finished forming?

Something directly involved in his death like Box Ghost (Crushed by a box due to his co-workers' careless prank?) Or something he felt he should have been given in life like Young Blood (Too sick to enjoy his childhood like other children and resentful of neglectful parents who ignored his pain?)

Danny tried to picture it, but they could see a glowing figure racing about wanting coffee and being unnecessarily involved with event planning.

Then again, he thinks, watching as Tim takes small glances at him as if making sure he is still there. He might be Obsessed with routines and being needed by people.

It wasn't really about the lack of caffeine. Instead, it was about the fact Heart Attack Coffee had been a comfort since childhood. Tim needed to feel like he was in control. Danny noticed that the second the other had burst into tears after being denied the coffee.

It was like taking Ember's guitar. His soul had dimmed. That's why Danny gave it to him while carefully checking to ensure Tim wasn't being Overshadowed. If he was, then he would kick the ghost's ass in the alley, away from wandering eyes.

He shivers again when a coldness from his chest zips across his limbs. Ever since Danny developed his ice core, he felt that he had been susceptible to the cold. He still remembers the day his core formed, how he was shivering in the summer to Sam's and Tucker's confusion.

He often found himself piling on scarves and sweaters, even when outside of winter.

Gotham wasn't nearly as cold as Amity Park- they would get a lot of snow compare to here- but it didn't seem to matter to his core.

He gets up to drag over the space heater and figures he may as well get some hot chocolate. His stomach growls, reminding him food would be a good idea, too. "You want something to eat Tim?"

There is a grunt that he learned meant "Yeah, I can eat" from Tim's hunched-over form. He smiles, grabbinghe throw blanket to wrap around himself.

His apartment wasn't too bad considering it was close to Crime Alley. It was odd and a bit outdated, but it was enough space for one person, the hot water lasted longer, and there was no mold or break-ins.

It nearly made up for the fact the walls were paper thin, which did nothing to keep the bitter Jack Frost out; his landlord shut off the heat a few weeks ago for "maintenance" and did not turn it back on.

According to his neighbors, he always does so to save funds. It sucked, but none of them could afford to move away, Danny included.

It would be bearable if Danny's insides weren't literally freezing.

He starts to cook a nice warm soup, chopping up some chicken and noodles, mindful of Tim's continued muttering in the background. It's nice, like having his own white noise machine.

A second wave of ice-ice cold races over his body. Danny glances at Tim, but it seems the other had gotten comfortable near his space heater, and it would be rude to take it across the room just because he was cold when his guest was already using it.

Maybe he'll buy a second one at the second-hand store on his next paycheck. He watches his soup boil as he adds some spices for flavoring, curling in on himself as the throw blanket seems to not be warming him fast enough.

He hates when he gets cold fits like this. They don't happen as often now that he pratice with his ice core but they effect his human side the longer he goes without ising his ice powers.

In a anti-meta city like Gotham he just hasn't found a safe place to do that yet.

Danny's hands ache from the trembles running through them- he slips on some gloves, trying to squeeze warmth back into it. He then goes across the room to the hooks by the wall after giving in, there he puts on a scarf, his coat and a beanie so his ears can warm up too.

"Are you cold?" Tim asks as Danny returns to the stove

Danny laughs from where he is stirring the soup. It is such an understatement he can't do anything else. "Freezing."

"Why not turn up the heat?"

"Landlord shut it off." Danny shrugs at Tim's look of disbelief. "It's okay I've gotten used to it. Just need to make a nest of clothes later to warm up. Soup will help too."

"Does he shut off your heat often enough that you've gotten used to it?" Tim's voice is strangely flat. Danny shrugs.

"He shuts off stuff, like the AC and electricity all the time. A month ago, he shut off the water; that was a rough two weeks." Danny jokes, thinking of how often he had to use the public bathrooms at the library to brush his teeth; he showered in the community gym. He tells Tim this. "Thank the Ancients for the Waynes. If it wasn't for them funding the gym, library, and laundry mat I probably would have it worse"

Tim stares at him for a long minute. Without a word, he reaches for his work laptop, which lay close to the side in favor of the notebooks two hours ago.

Danny isn't sure what exactly Tim does for work—he isn't sure it's legal, so he reframes from asking—but he does know that recently, he has been over to Danny's apartment a lot more to hash out the details and doing remote work at the same time.

He boots it up, fingers flying over the keyboard at a speed that still impresses Danny, even after seeing him type for the past few days. Assuming he returned to work, Danny returned to his own task. He carefully pours them both two bowls- mindful of his gloves- and warms up the mild for their hot chocolates.

They are not the healthiest of combinations, but both boys are comfortable with odd food choices. He caries the tray back to the table, blaket dragging behind him.

Tim stares intensely at the screen, nodding thanks to him when he puts a bowl down by his hand. "What do you think of this?"

Danny glances at the screen and sees a really lovely penthouse. It's spacious, overlooking Gotham's diamond district with five rooms, two baths and even a boucany pool and hottub.

It screams money, with its large arched windows, dark carpet, and grey pillars. He even spots a grand piano in the living room. Danny whistles, "Damn, I would love to live there."

"Okay, it's yours," Tim says, clicking the chat box with the realtor. He types out a quick agreement for the purchase and opens another tab with his private banker and lawyers, commanding them to have the place ready for him in two days—all without reaching for his mouse. An agreement comes through before Danny can do anything other than gawk as Tim adds his name to the owner's list.

Tim seems unaware of Danny's flabbergasted look of awe as he taps into a few more tabs, researching cleaning crews and moving companies. "We can move you on your day off. The cleaners can help you pack if you need it while you're at work, and the moving crew can get it over the city for you. I'm also buying this place. It's ridiculous that he just shuts things off. "

Just who in the world is this guy!?

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Across the city, Babs stares at Tim's online orders. She has been told to keep an eye on himbecause Jasons worries about his suspected drug problem.

Everyone in the family has been somewhat uneasy about the possibility. Babs will admit her heart broke when she found hours and hours of him meeting the same shady looking teenager entering the same back alley over and over again.

He always came out looking flustered and a bit jittery, and she also thought it wasn't a secret lover like Bruce and Dick had hoped. She had always been a least optimistic, and her cameras- even the ones she hacked into to review recorded surveillance for the past three showed her the ugly truth.

Tim was an addict.

She had been working on her letter for the intervention they would be holding for him, typing past her tears, when this popped up. She blinks and takes her glasses off to wipe them before checking to see if she is seeing correctly.

But nope, the words stay the same. She slowly reaches for her headset and clicks it on. At once, her ear overflows with various voices from everyone on the field.

Tim is the only one not out currently, but she can clearly see why.

"Tim just bought a penthouse for Danny Fenton. He also has two sets of cleaning crews, one to Fenton's address and one to his own. Two sets of moving crews have been added to both addresses, each ending at the same penthouse. He's going to be living with him," She announces, silencing everyone at once. "Does that sound like drug dealer behavior?"

"Omg," Dick cries at once. Relief and joy overlap his voice as he screams into the mics "Love wins!"

"Let's not celebrate too soon. We still have to figure out what the hell those alley meetings are about," Jason warns. "If it is a drug dealer, moving in together will be the worst thing possible to T."

"Agree. We prob him but carefully so he doesn't catch on." Bruce comands "Act as ussual to get as much information out of Tim."

"So.....we throw him a house warming/investation on his boyfriend party?" Steph asks the sound of wind accompanies her words. She is likely grappling towards Danny's apparment to check on Tim.

She has gotten the habit of doing so ever since Danny has been flagged by Jason. Steph has reported the same thing evertime. Tim seemed to just been doing work at Danny's table, drinking teas and cuddling together in front of Danny's cheap tv.

She thought it was all very domestic, even when her eyes tracked every movement Danny made. Of course she couldn't get too close least Tim would catch on.

"Exactly."

[sabersandsnipers]

Halsin Building a Crib

@inmyloveworld continues to feed our shared Halsin obsession

The thought wakes you from a deep sleep. You sit straight up in bed, a small panic gripping you. Halsin stirs beside you at the sudden motion.

"Halsin," you gasp, grabbing his massive bicep. He sleeps on his stomach, face buried in his pillow.

"Hm?" he mumbles.

"Where is the baby gonna sleep? We don't have a crib or anything!" Your voice is both a whisper and a scream.

His eyes crack open a bit at the concern in your voice. His large hand slides over your swollen belly, rubbing slow circles along your taut skin. "Don't worry about that right now, love. We'll figure it out."

His words do little to satisfy your worries. But you listen to your husband and lay back down. He keeps his hand on your belly. The act is almost protective.

Little to your knowledge, Halsin immediately begins plans in his head to build a crib. His woodworking skills give him the expertise to build a safe space for your baby to sleep.

He gets to work first thing in the morning, after making you your favorite breakfast. He leaves your shared cabin and sets out to the thick forest surrounding your home.

His first task, and perhaps the most important one, is to find the perfect tree. He takes his time in choosing, taking in the height, width, and ensuring he'll have enough material to work with. Once he finds what's he's looking for, he sets to work.

He grabs his axe and begins swinging. He’s quick to work up a sweat, so he peels his shirt off and tosses it into the wheelbarrow next to him. The strain in his muscles is a welcome one. Even as more years wear on his bones, he always finds solace in a hard day’s work.

In the midst of the continuous swinging motion of his axe, his mind wanders. And, of course, it always wanders to you. He thinks back to the moment you shared with him your belief you were pregnant, and the joy that rang through him at your words. He thinks of the first time he felt the baby kick, and how he felt the overwhelming need to protect you two.

Throughout his long life he's always known he wanted to be a father. But the world is cruel, and after all the events he had been through, he never thought he would get the chance to share this kind of life with someone. Until he met you. Singlehandedly being the most exceptional creature he ever laid eyes on, he was eager to start a family with you. And you were happy to give him that gift.

Once the tree has been felled and cut into workable pieces, his hands are quick to work. He shapes the pieces into their desired sizes. He carves patterns into the wood.

The sun is nearly setting by the time he’s finished. His back aches but he can’t stop the smile on his face as he admires his work. He knows you’ll be expecting him about now. He told you he was going out to hunt for the day.

You’re curled up in front of the fireplace when Halsin returns, a warm mug of tea in your hands. You hear his heavy footsteps outside the door and excitement sings within you. Your heart already aches to see him even after spending the morning together.

He swings the door open, shirtless and sweaty and covered in wood shavings. Butterflies race through you at the sight.

“What on earth have you been doing?” You ask him, a little breathless due to the sight before you.

He grins. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Your heart flutters at his words. He disappears outside for another second, before carrying in a beautiful crib. Your jaw drops as you stand and make your way over to the gorgeous work set in front of you.

You slide your fingers along the smooth finish, appreciating its sturdy structure. Images of ducks and bears are carved into its siding, and the sight of it nearly brings tears to your eyes.

“I don’t know what to say, Halsin,” you tell him. You meet his gaze, and there’s a slight tinge of red to his cheeks. A shy Halsin is a rare sight, and you’re overwhelmed with the need to hold him.

You step forward and place a long kiss to his cheek. His hands instinctively find their way to your belly. Once you’re able to see pull yourself from the warmth of his skin, you pluck a wood shaving from his dark hair. A small laugh leaves his lips.

“Thank you,” you say, gratitude surging through you.

He grasps one of your hands and brings it to his lips. “You and the baby are my world now. I would do anything for you.”

A sweet feeling stirs within you. After the horrors of your past, you never thought you could find a life of peace. Yet here you are, living a life with Halsin, and growing the promise of a future inside you.

[obsidiancreates]

Concerning Hobbits Who Cause A Great Deal Of Concern

Sequel to There and Back Again (Starting From The End)

Bilbo picks over the pile of supplies in front of him. "Extra clothes, good, maps, good, plenty of water jugs- won't be making that mistake twice, not after that holiday when Frodo was a lad-"

Gandalf clears his throat in the doorway, and Bilbo waves him in without looking up. "Come in, come in. Do you suppose I could find a good walking stick somewhere out in the desolation? Nevermind, I expect not. Let's see here- ah! Yes, yes, perfect." Bilbo holds up a small chain, meant for a delicate pendant. "Frodo wore the ring on a chain such as this, to resist it's temptations. I think I shall follow his lead. He was the one to do this quest first, after all."

"Bilbo Baggins," Gandalf says, slowly entering the decrepit supply room of Erebor's less ruined halls. "You owe us all some answers, I think."

"I explained it already, didn't I? I've been sent back from countless years in the future to prevent- well, prevent it all." Bilbo rifles through the pile some more. "The war, the misery, the deaths. I'm making grand plans for the coming years, Gandalf. Frodo told me as many stories as he could in the years before my return, and there's more souls in need of saving than I'm prepared for yet. We'll have to finish up this quest as quickly as we can, if I'm to settle in here and then get back to The Shire before poor Drogo and Primula meet their ends."

"Every word you utter brings more questions than answers," Gandalf huffs. "You told Gloin his son would face Sauron himself, prophesied my death and resurrection, and in the same breath pulled Thorin Oakenshield to your lips and have left him in a daze ever since!"

"I've tried telling him to come help me pack," Bilbo mutters. "Of course he's dazed, Gandalf, I myself didn't realize what exactly I felt until after his death before! It's only been a couple of days, he'll shake it off."

"Bilbo." Gandalf puts his hand on his dear friend's shoulder. "I ask you as not only a friend, but a wizard concerned for the safety of Middle-Earth... and your own mind. What did you see, before facing the kings?"

"I 'saw' nothing, Gandalf, I lived. And it's hard to say, exactly, what I lived. After my hundred and eleventh it all goes a bit... hazy, and grows hazier the longer I'd gone on, frought with only fits of clear mind. But I remember enough." Bilbo pulls a broken spear shaft from the pile, tests it's weight and width in his hand, and then grabs a small whittling knife and begins to attempt to shape it into a good walking stick.

Gandalf sits next to him. "Then help me be prepared, my friend. You seek to lead us all into the heart of Sauron's very fortress. What did your young nephew face on his same journey?"

"Well, we shan't be taking quite the same path, I think." Bilbo pulls a map out of his bag. "He went somewhere along this path, lead on by that foul creature Gollum from about here to here. I shouldn't like to encounter the mother of the Mirkwood spiders like he and Samwise did- but I shouldn't like to go to the Black Gates either, if they yet exist."

Gandalf watches Bilbo with his pipe sitting unpuffed in his lips and palm, his ancient eyes fraught with concern. Bah. Bilbo's seen that look for- well, not even he knows how long. It's hardly a deterrent.

"How often have you used The Ring, Bilbo?"

"I expect you have your suspicions. I used it first in the goblin tunnels, of course, and then again in Mirkwood- terrible, terrible business in Mirkwood. Such a strange thing, Gandalf, to have it guide my hands. I knew it was evil then, but also that I needed it." It's hard to push the words out, though one would never guess by Bilbo's strong and steady tone.

Some part of him still shrieks to keep it secret, safe, unknown to others. But that part is very new, very young, and the older feeling of Obsession mingles with it in a way that diminishes them both- like adding together equal parts vinegar and honey, until it taste like neither and is altogether repulsive to taste.

"And then in Thranduil's halls, of course- did we ever explain that part of the journey to you? Ah, Thanduil mentioned it when I brought the Arkenstone, so I'm sure you don't need me to. Again with Smaug, though it was very little use against him. Then again when I ran to Ravenhill, and again to kill Azog. That's how often I've used it in this life and body, at the very least."

"And in the life before?"

"Too many times to count," Bilbo groans. "I used it to hide from unwanted visitors and relatives! Can you believe it? The thing that could destroy all of Middle-Earth, and I used it to avoid neighbors. Well, I didn't know any better, I suppose, and I'll admit I'm likely to miss the ability when I return home- not to stay, mind you. I left Erebor all those years ago because I couldn't stand living here when Thorin, Fili, and Kili weren't around to fill it. Thorin most of all."

Bilbo shakes his head. "But I'll still need to settle things with Bag End! I hope you're grateful, by the way, Gandalf. In the past before I returned home within thirteen months of running out my door and they'd already auctioned off most of my belongings. I expect I'll get home to a smial full of Sackville-Baggins belongs and a Shire full of my scattered heirlooms. It'll take me ages to round it all up again to leave for Frodo and Sam and Sam's sweet. Perhaps this time I'll get to know those children as they grow- Sam was always telling us about how impressive his children were, heh."

Gandalf finally puffs on his pipe, seemingly relaxing. "You're quite a different fellow in your old age."

"Yes, it does tend to do that," Bilbo mutters. "As do a great many other things. I should like to blame some of my later eccentricities on The Ring, but in truth I think I should have become so odd even without it." Bilbo gives up on the broken spear shaft with a huffs. "Right, I'm going to search outside for something more suitable."

"Perhaps take a companion with you." Gandalf's eyes twinkle. "A certain wide-eyed Dwarf king is in great need of some air, after you stole it from his chest."

"Ha!" Bilbo grins, wide and bright, in a way Gandalf has rarely seen- if ever. It's full of hope and promise. "Good idea, old friend."

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Bilbo leads the way as he and Thorin go out to the mountain side. Thorin watches him, wary and wondering all at once, and Bilbo could savor the feeling of it forever.

"Alright now, Thorin, I'm the same Hobbit as before," Bilbo says, bending down to try an ancient branch broken from a burned tree corpse. "No need to get all strange about talking with me."

"But are you?" Thorin watches Bilbo with analyzing and admiring eyes. "You speak differently than you did only days ago."

"Alright, I've gotten wordier in my years," Bilbo admits. "And more sure of the words I wish to say before I say them. But that doesn't mean I'm some strange new hobbit unknown to you."

"Does it not?" Thorin picks up a stick as well, though it's clear he's not focused on it, merely feigning participation in the activity. "The Bilbo I knew wasn't one to..."

"Pull you in for a kiss?" Bilbo guesses. "Believe me, I wanted to, but I only admitted it to myself when it was... too late. That kiss was ages overdue, Thorin."

"How long overdue?" Thorin moves even closer. "How long did you live, beyond my death?"

"It's hard to recall, exactly." Bilbo pauses, hands on his knees, looking out at the snow-dusted mountainside. "I can't seem to track the years after I went to Rivendell again, but I was a hundred and eleven then, and I know a great many years passed after that. I could be thousands of years old now for all I know, though few of those years lived in a stable state of mind, so I don't know if they should count."

"Is a hundred and eleven... old, for a hobbit?"

"Well, my grandfather Old Took lived to be one hundred and thirty, so it's not impossibly old, but I barely aged until I passed The Ring to Frodo. And then it all sort of... caught up to me at once. I'd intended to return here, but deteriorated far too much by the time I made it to Rivendell."

Thorin picks up another stick and offers it to Bilbo for examination. "So you know very little of the quest ahead of us."

"I know enough," Bilbo says pointedly, shooting Thorin a look. "I know that if we wait, Sauron will grow armies larger than even what we faced already, and whole kingdoms will fall to ruin under his heel. I know that Gimli, only a lad as he is now, will venture into Moria with his Fellowship and find the bodies of our very own Balin and Ori before losing Gandalf to Durin's Bane."

Thorin sucks in a breath. "Durin's Bane? It still lives in the depths?"

"Lives and rages, and my terrible Took cousin leads it right to them," Bilbo says, shaking his head. "I'd often thought Fili and Kili had been reborn as hobbits, when Meriadoc and Peregrin began their antics." Bilbo's mouth twitches into a smile, a familiar expression to Thorin and something Bilbo had been told he'd stopped doing on a rare visit from- well, he can't quite remember which dwarf it was who came to visit, actually. Only that they'd said he'd changed quite a bit, but it wasn't bad change- simply unexpected.

'Like you lot,' he remembers saying back, 'Nearly knocking down my door.' He remembers they'd laughed. He still can't place who it was. Perhaps his memory is not as sharp as he'd hoped it'd be, in this new life, new youth.

Now, in the New Present, Bilbo finally finds a suitable walking stick- it just needs a little adjusting and it'll be perfect.

"Now that, is an amusement," Thorin chuckles. "I can't imagine it."

"You won't have to, someday." Bilbo puts his hand on Thorin's arm. "I intend to make trips to Hobbiton every few years, after all- I should like to save dear Frodo's parents, save his heart from that grief, but I won't remove myself from his life for the sake of it. He'll go mad without my stories, as will little Sam. I hope you're prepared to have about... four more nephews."

Thorin's eyebrows raise. "Very presumptuous of you, Master Baggins."

Bilbo rises to his tip-toes and pecks Thorin's lips. "I don't believe it's an unfounded presumption, though. The mithril shirt is a bit of an obvious show, I think."

Thorin blushes.

"Worth more than the entire Shire, apparently. And here I'd tucked it into a chest for sixty years."

"Into a chest?"

"Don't look like that, I was in grief. Besides, I passed it to Frodo, and it apparently served him very well."

"I'm impatient to meet this nephew of yours. He sounds like he'd belong with us as much as you do."

"No, no. He's a brave, kind, worthy soul, but a soul who belongs to the little rivers and rolling hills of The Shire more than he belongs to the world at large. Perhaps it'll be different this time, with no need for a terrible quest, but I have some doubts. Still, I think you'll get along. He has great spirit."

Bilbo, arm-in-arm now with Thorin, leads them both back to the entrance. "Dain will do very well looking after Erebor while we journey, by the way. I'm sure you knew it already, but I thought it might help to know that he was a great ruler in my life passed- according to passing stories, anyway."

"It makes leaving no easier."

"I know." Bilbo rubs Thorin's arm with his thumb. "But we'll be home soon, Thorin. And then we can truly rebuild."

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost

(...but I am very very lost.) - [7]

Kazuha and GN!Reader

CW: Injury mention, medical treatment, and physical therapy.

A/N: Honestly got inspired from my own physical therapy I did months ago. Would have written this sooner but you know life be like that and I'm currently obsessed with other things :3c

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Physical therapy with Kazuha sounds like a dream.

Well a dream where you're injured and in pain and it's all not actually very dream like know that you think about it. But it sounds like a dream anyway.

Everyday for about an hour or so you would have physical therapy.

You'd think it was just your arms that needed the therapy but resting for so long with minimal movement(alongside your rather sedentary lifestyle-) caused your muscles and the like to atrophy so here you are in pain but you're a trooper, Kazuha's gentle praise definitely helps keep self doubt at bay.

You wish you could record it, you know it'd do numbers. Just imagine..."Kazuha Praise Asmr"…you begin to feel a bit guilty over what you may or may not have listened to before you crash landed here. Yeah. Just a little.

Now that you think about it you wish you deleted your search history...let's not think about it and focus therapy with Kazuha!

...That would also do numbers on U-Tube...anyways!

Kazuha's patient, not like he isn't always, and guides your limbs through the motions while adding minor resistance so you regain some strength in your body. You never realized how bad it was to stay sat inside all day not moving until now.

But did it have to hurt so much? Yes, yes it did.

It's not so much pain as it is underused muscles being pushed to their frankly tiny limits. But you pressed on, the softened clay you pinch with your fingers helping you build strength in your hands. As you struggled with the clay a knock was heard. Kazuha leaves your side to answer as you focus.

One...two...threeeee...!

Next finger one...two...threeee!

You sigh finally finished with your therapy for the day and flop onto your back on your bed.

"You've done well for today, I'm sure you won't have trouble holding your tea with one hand soon enough." You grimace remembering how you're so weak you can't hold much of anything without both hands, even then it's a struggle. Kazuha hums plopping himself beside you.

"I just got word that Beidou will be docking this afternoon,-" You sit up with frightening speed nearly startling Kazuha if he weren't already used to your antics. "-if you're feeling up to it we can head to the harbor-" You nod rapidly nearly giving yourself a dizzy spell if Kazuha didn't place a hand on top of your head.

He smiles clearly amused. "Alright we'll go," He stands up helping you stand alongside him. "-it'll be much farther out than what you're used to but it should be a good exercise for you."

He grabs a small satchel and fills it with your medication and another bamboo water bottle you still forget the name of. "We can see Doctor Baizhu while we're there as well." You nod again, giddy to finally get out of the hotel (read: house) for once.

You follow him outside the hotel waving at the owner and employees as you pass them by. You still forget their names but you consider them like family at this point with how often you see them. You're legs are still a little sore from physical therapy but you're excited to finally make it to the harbor itself.

You're slow but you manage to catch a golden leaf yourself this time as you walk past the easy to miss sign of the hotel. Kazuha smiles helping you climb the stone steps and you're stunned by how beautiful everything is from here.

Ships of varying sizes come to and from the harbor, from a distance the hustle and bustle of the people look like hard working ants as they make sure everything runs smoothly. You think you spot a head of blue and almost lose it at the idea of meeting Xingqiu and his friends but shake your head, one thing at a time. Kazuha holds your hand down the steep steps towards the main gate, making sure you don't fall while you try not to squeal at his hand in yours, you're chill you swear.

The guards greet you curiously but let you pass with no trouble. By the time you finish passing over the bridge your legs feel like jelly so you take a break on near by bench for a bit and take some of your medicine with a quick snack Kazuha bought you.

You pick at the bandages around your fingers. Normally you'd be put off by all the loudness and the size of the crowd around you but you've never been happier to be out than now. Now that you know that this isn't a dream you find yourself not minding it too much even if you miss some things of your own world like any friends and family you might've had.

Might've being the key word here you don't quite remember if you did have friends or if you even had a great relationship with your family. This should concern you but you truly find yourself not really caring...too much. Kazuha takes your hand in his own breaking your near spiral. He pats your bandaged hand gently with his own before standing up.

"Are you ready to continue? I can carry you if you still need rest." You shake your head before standing up, you'll let him carry you again later, perhaps on the way back but for now you'll stand on your own feet.

You sorta regret thinking that after walking up to Bubu Pharmacy.

WHY DID IT HAVE SO MANY STAIRS?! THIS IS NOT ADA COMPLIANT- wait what's an ADA?

You don't have time to think about that too deeply before Kazuha is kneeling to let you climb on to his back. Yay! Piggyback ride :D

You have no idea how you thought in emoji-what's an emoji- before you're at the top of the steps and inside Baizhu's shop the smell of herbs filling your nose.

Wow Doctor Baizhu is so pretty- Oh he's smiling!

You feel Kazuha's laughter through his back. Dang it, you must have spoken out loud again.

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[weresilver]

My, my, looks who's alive! Another fic of mine has been consuming my thoughts. I just finished the first chapter for that one at a little over 6k words. Fun stuff. I want to post that one for Halloween (though with the Steddie big bang, who knows), but we'll see. I might hold off on that one and try an focus on this one once more? We'll see. For now, enjoy! Oh, if the @ tags don't work, or if you just don't want to be tagged like that, I'll also be using the "Pin a String fic" tag :)

[Part 1] – [Part 11] – [Part 13]

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Pin a String to My Chest – 12

The reunion

Wayne had been coming to work as usual during the week Eddie was missing, confident that he'd show up fine, returning from an improvised trip he and the older boys from the club decided to go on. Nevermind the fact that Eddie hadn't called; he'd never failed to let Wayne know where he was before.

He knew Eddie wouldn't have killed that girl, maybe someone just broke into their trailer—

A full week after finding her body in the trailer, he got a call from the hospital, saying that Eddie had been admitted during the night. He spent the rest of that day as well as the night there. The next morning, the press announced his kid's innocence — to some people's surprise, apparently, if the nonsensical noise he heard from the TV was anything to go by.

They went on about a man called Peter Ballard, obsessed with the Creel murders and determined to recreate them. He chose their targets, stalked them, and killed them a few days later. Chrissy Cunningham happened to be most vulnerable when she decided to reconnect with an old middle school acquaintance.

Wayne didn't pay much attention to the TV after that. He made the calls he had to in order to stay with Eddie in the hospital, but he'd still have to work some nights. Not many, but some.

He met the people who claimed to have helped Eddie, and despite the insane story they all told him, he found he believed them. Hopper coming back from the dead — or wherever he was taken to, he supposed — and confirming it all helped. A little.

The Henderson kid was there as often as he could, often doing his homework next to Eddie's bed and talking about it as if Eddie would reply to him at any moment, tired of all the science talk. Wayne worried about the kid, but he didn't know what to tell him, especially not when the first thing he did was hand over Eddie's necklace.

Dustin was there. With him, the Wheeler girl had said. Wayne couldn't imagine what that must have been like.

Eddie had been admitted ten days ago. This was the third night Wayne had to go to work since then. He'd been doing his best to ignore the guilty looks as much as the disbelieving ones, and so far, no one had tried talking about it all in his vicinity. Now, he knew people were talking elsewhere, but as long as he didn't hear it, it should be fine.

Wayne shouldn't be here. He knew that, his coworkers knew that, his boss knew that, but apparently he didn't have a choice.

The call came close to 4 am, about two hours before the end of his shift. One of the supervisors, a man he could never remember the name of given how rarely he saw him, called out for him, saying there was someone on the phone.

"It's from Hawkins General," he clarified softly once Wayne was close enough. "Didn't say much, but I assume it's about your nephew."

Wayne was quick to thank him and walk into the office. He picked up the phone with a deep breath.

"Hello? This is Wayne Munson."

"Mr. Munson," a woman answered, sounding too chirpy for the hour. "It's Linda." Right, Eddie's nurse every other night. She was one of the nicest ones he'd met so far, always a kind word and gentle touches where his nephew was concerned. "You might want to get here soon, Eddie just woke up."

She had promised to call him if anything happened, personally. Wayne's heart was racing, at first for the fact she was calling at all, but then for the fact that Eddie had woken up. She spoke some more, though he wasn't sure he absorbed much of it.

He hung up with a promise to be there as soon as possible. He spoke briefly to his supervisor before the man was waving him off.

"Just go, I got this."

He never drove so quickly in his life.

Linda was waiting for him at the front desk, her smile widening when she saw the state he arrived in.

"I told you he was tired, Mr. Munson," she said, turning to walk further into the hospital without preambles. "You could have taken your time driving."

Wayne shook his head even though she couldn't see it. "You said he asked for me? No way in hell I'm keepin' him waiting."

Linda didn't try making small talk after that, leading the way to Eddie's room. Not that Wayne needed directions after spending most of the last ten days here, but the sentiment was nice.

She opened the door gently, letting Wayne step in first. Eddie seemed to be asleep, but it was clear he had woken up at some point; the thin blanket covered only half of his uninjured leg, the other slightly elevated with a pillow. It looked like Eddie had tried to move around. His left arm was in a sling, probably to keep him from stretching the wound on his chest and shoulder.

"Let me know if you need anything," Linda said from the door.

Wayne nodded absently as she closed the door. He moved the chair closer to Eddie's bed, the scraping noise enough to make his nephew's face scrunch up.

"Hey, kid." He kept his voice soft, not wanting to disturb Eddie if he wasn't awake but letting him know he was there just in case.

"Wayne?"

God, the kid's voice was rough. He gently patted Eddie's forearm, avoiding the bandages, and kept his hand there.

Eddie's eyes fluttered open, face creasing in drowsiness and confusion. "You…?"

"I'm here, Eddie," he reassured. He was probably smiling a little too wide for what Eddie was used to, but he didn't really care. Wayne helped him drink some water from a cup left on his bedside before asking, "How are you feeling?"

Eddie moved to shrug a little, but grimaced in pain. "Achy," he said, with a scrunched up expression that told the discomfort was a little deeper than that. "What happened?"

Wayne shook his head. There wasn't much point in talking about it when Eddie looked on the verge of sleep once more. If Eddie had actually forgotten the circumstances of his injuries, he guessed having the rest of his little monster slaying group around would help more than Wayne talking about it could.

"We'll talk when I'm sure you won't forget it."

Eddie hummed, nodding slowly. "Stayin'?" He asked, slipping into an accent that didn't come out often. His eyes slipped close, head slightly turned to him. "Missed you."

"I missed you too, kid." He squeezed the arm he was still holding. "I'm not goin' anywhere, go back to sleep."

Wayne made himself as comfortable in the hospital chair as he could, not once letting go of his nephew. The kid seemed relaxed, though that might be the work of the painkillers; Wayne had been told the state Eddie arrived in, and he guessed the painkillers would be needed for a while.

Minutes passed in silence, as Wayne watched Eddie breathe. It had become routine, making sure his nephew was still there. It was because of that routine that Wayne saw his face contorting into a frown right before he groaned.

"Eddie?" He asked, leaning closer to him. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"Thinkin'," he mumbled, slurring with sleep. "Not goin' to the concert next week, huh?"

"That's, uh, that's tomorrow, actually." Eddie let out a questioning noise that sounded awfully confused. "It's…" He trailed off, glancing backwards at the clock on the wall. "It's almost 5 am on April 7th, kid."

Eddie was staring at him, confusion clear in his eyes despite the low light. He looked away after a moment, turning his gaze forward.

"Oh," he whispered. He took a deep breath — as deep as he could, all things considered. "Okay."

Wayne couldn't help but raise a brow at his non-reaction. Eddie had been excited for this concert for weeks, going on rants about the concert whenever he lay eyes on the tickets that Wayne was safekeeping. Metallica and Ozzy. Eddie had learned a song or another from one of them, Wayne couldn't tell which one. He'd spent so much time practicing it…

"Don't look at me like that," Eddie mumbled, frowning. "Can't do shit about it now." He pulled his arm free of Wayne's hold and slowly rubbed his eyes. "Should've just—"

"Not been attacked?"

Eddie froze. So he did remember. He slowly turned to look at Wayne, who wanted to grimace as the movement seemed to stretch the bandage on Eddie's neck. His eyes were wide, looking afraid in a way Wayne hadn't seen since Lauren brought him over at 7 years old.

"I—I didn't…" His breathing picked up, and his hand pressed against the bandage on his chest. "I didn't do it." He shook his head, grimacing. "I wouldn't—"

I wouldn't hurt them.

Eddie couldn't finish his sentence, but the desperation in his eyes made it clear what he wanted to say. Wayne knew he didn't do it, that he would never hurt anyone. He knew who the actual murderer was.

"Eddie, son," he grabbed his hand, one of the few areas free of bandages. "I know, okay?" Eddie's gaze was fleeting between his eyes, looking for a catch he wouldn't find. "I need you to breathe, Eddie, as deep as you can."

It took a couple of minutes and many repeated words before Eddie was breathing easily once more. He was frowning, clenching his hand around Wayne's fingers.

"There you are," Wayne said softly. "Your new gaggle of friends made sure I knew what was going on."

Eddie's expression didn't change, but he nodded. "You… You believe 'em?"

"Got no reason not to." He shrugged. "Hopper coming back from wherever he was sure helped."

Eddie opened his mouth to question it, most likely, but all that came out was a tired sigh. "Sure, whatever."

Chuckling, Wayne patted Eddie's head, making a bigger mess of the kid's hair. He was sure that Eddie would demand a wash soon.

"Get some rest, son, I'll be here."

Eddie hummed and, surprisingly obedient, closed his eyes. He moved a little to adjust himself on the bed and was out almost as soon as he got comfortable.

It wasn't long before Wayne fell asleep as well, more tired than he'd realized after a nearly full shift.

[pryotra]

@grandistragedia elaborate

With pleasure.

So I mentioned in a post earlier that I think Ayaka is a bad protagonist and is the reason why Prototype isn't and never will be written. This is in response to that.

Now, keep in mind, this is based on what we get from what few scraps of half written scenes that we've got as well as some of Nasu's comments. It's possible that, had Nasu finished Prototype, he would have addressed these issues.

AYAKA: I don’t know of any Holy Grail, nor do I want it.  SABER: But, if you don’t fight you will die. Not only you. Many others will be  sacrificed.  AYAKA:  But this is completely unrelated to me!

This right here. This is everything wrong with this character in a nutshell.

For a protagonist to work, they have to...well do things. They're the one who usually sets the plot in motion, either by things happening to them, or by their taking an action on their own. Ayaka, even when cornered and forced into the war, makes it clear she wishes to do nothing.

It's not that she doesn't have a wish. Plenty main protagonists in Fate have no clear and set wish. Look at Hakuno. The issue is that Ayaka wants to stay in her house and do nothing.

When she's confronted with the fact that others will die, she says that's not her problem. And she very much means it. She won't react, and if something happens, she'll just retreat further.

Now, I'm going to be generous. While the line above does not make me like her, it's definitely a sign of the issues she has, particularly regarding her inferiority to her sister. However, it makes it very hard to have a story center around her if she's going to avoid the major events while also making herself sound like a horrible person. The only way to do it is to have literally everyone be obsessed with her.

She has to have the plot constantly come and plop itself on her doorstep for ANY character development to happen, demanding contrivance after contrivance. Everyone has to fall in love with her. Everyone had to see her as a threat.

And even then, it's hard to move her forwards.

You see it too. There are scenes that show what Nasu planned to have happen for Ayaka's character development, but the issue is that he doesn't seem to know how to get her to those scenes.

This is even a problem in FSF, where Richard all but has to frog march Ayaka into the plot.

What's more, with the severity of her issues and the fact that she needs so much to make her move, it means that no one else can really have issues. To the point that Arthur's entire plotline and character development is actually completed in Fragments, so that he's able to reach the conclusion Artoria reaches in Fate Route. He has to be basically issue free so he can solve Ayaka's issues.

Because she honestly more seems to passively fall for him while he does resolve them. She is 'the girl with the weight of the world on her shoulders' that Nasu envisioned, but so much so that she remains inactive and uncaring for far too long.

Of course, note that I said that Ayaka is a bad protagonist. Not a bad character. She can't hold the plot because most of her plot is MAKING her hold the plot. If she wasn't the main protagonist, but rather, like Fate, one of Arthur's potential love interests, she'd actually be fine.

She'd be something like Sakura. Her route would make her something of a plot sink, but it would also have enough material to chew on, and a lot of people would really love it.

However, because she WAS Nasu's original idea of the protagonist, and she WAS so inactive, it's not surprising that he struggled with Prototype. The ideas were good, and there was a lot going for it, but he couldn't get the main character to do the things he needed her to do in a way that made internal sense. So, to me at least, it's not surprising that even if he knows how things would have worked, he's said that he'll never write out the story.

Maybe one day, we'll get a very different Prototype, and a very different Ayaka. I certainly hope so, but as it is, I doubt this story will ever be written.

[synthetickitsune]

Hello again 👋 I’m so happy to see your requests are open. I’ve been in such a soft mood lately. I would love to request Fluff #2 #12 and #30 with Zuho when you have time. 🥰 thank you and have a great day

Here you go, have a nice day too~

Zuho (SF9) | Breakfast in bed & Rainy day & “I hoped I’d meet someone like you for a long time.” fluff | 0.9k

The rain pitter-patters against the window and the soft sound creates the perfect ambience for your rare lazy morning. Taking advantage of the peaceful and quiet atmosphere, the television stays turned off. It’s just as well, because neither you nor Juho seem to be able to tear your eyes off each other. But who could blame you, when the morning light makes his features look so ethereal.

“You’re staring,” he mumbles around a bite of his food. The breakfast you’ve prepared together is simple yet delicious. That’s the secret ingredient - love, Juho has joked, and even if you’ve rolled your eyes then, a smile tugs at your lips at the memory.

“So are you,” you counter, voice equally quiet so as to not distract from the sound of rain. The view must be ridiculous - you, sitting inside what could easily be described as a nest made of blankets and pillows, all messy from being awake for less than an hour, and wearing the only piece of one-size-fits-all clothing that actually seems like it could fit anyone. It’s ridiculously warm and fluffy, and it has a hood and it’s long enough for you to curl in it like it’s a short blanket or a long hoodie. And it’s a neon green color that is no less ridiculous than the bright blue one Juho’s wearing. Truly a pair of fools.

“Because I love you,” he says with a self-satisfied grin. He's lucky he's cute.

"Has it ever occurred to you that I love you too?" you tease, reaching out with your fork to steal a bite from his plate. He defends against your half-hearted attack easily, so you let it go with only a hint of a pout on your lips.

"How does take out sound for lunch?" he asks, "Since we've already cooked today."

"Absolutely not," you deadpan. It was only yesterday that you told him you should really eat some hearty, delicious, and most importantly healthy meal. It's not like you feel like cooking, but at least one of you should be the voice of reason. No matter how much the other whines.

"We made the breakfast healthy enough," he tries to sway you. You look at the plate while you chew the bite you've taken. His statement is a little questionable. Unfortunately, not enough that it'd make your logic kick in. The image of a lazy day spent in bed is rather tempting…

"Ramen?" you suggest with a sigh. Maybe you'll feel less guilty if you do at least some cooking.

"Ramen it is!" Juho beams, a ray of sunlight shining through the clouds. You don't get why he's so obsessed with it. Whatever makes him happy, you guess.

"But you're helping me cook tomorrow, for real."

"Sure."

Happy and a only little dismayed by how easy it is to persuade yourself that one more day of unhealthy food is not going to hurt, you keep eating. It's quiet and the gentle ambience of rain reaches your ears once again.

It's not until you finish your food that you notice Juho's still half-full plate. You frown and look up at him only to be met with a fond expression on his face. He must've been staring at you for a while. He speaks up before you can.

“I hoped I’d meet someone like you for a long time," he sighs with a wistful smile. Your mind blanks for a second. You have to look away and watch the raindrops race across the window because you can't hold his loving gaze any longer.

"That came out of nowhere," you mutter, trying hard to calm your erratic heart. He chuckles, shrugging.

"Look at us," his voice is as soft as the look in his eyes, "We're a mess but we keep staring at each other, we made breakfast, we'll stuff ourselves full with ramen later. I don't think we'll get out of bed much today."

"Your point?"

It's not that you don't like it. It's just that you haven't felt the butterflies in your stomach this strongly in a while and you don't know how to cope with that.

"I don't think just anyone can love like that," he says, now turning sheepish himself, "So thank you."

Softening at his shyness, you put a hand on his knee and squeeze. 

"Thank you too," you give Juho a reassuring smile, "I couldn't imagine a better boyfriend."

He gasps, dramatically clutching at his chest as if your words have wounded him terribly.

"Boyfriend?" he scoffs, keeping up the charade. His eyes roll towards the ceiling like he can't believe his ears.

"Is there anything you'd like to tell me, love?" you quirk a brow at him, very much amused and in disbelief.

"Not yet," he grumbles and drops the act. He scoots closer until your knees bump together and he can pull you closer to him. His lips find your forehead. "Boyfriend is alright, for now."

You hum, shifting even closer to him. You lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. The rain outside is picking up, and you realize that there's probably not enough food to make anything but ramen for lunch even if you wanted to. Whatever, Juho loves it and nothing can beat warm ramen on a cold day.

[friendly-philosopher]

Forbidden Feelings and Hidden Corners: Draco Malfoy X Reader

Finally! I've posted this for your request! Thanks for requesting. I don't know if this was what you expected, but I hope you'd like it. Happy reading!

"I am asking you for the final time boy! If you don't accept the mark from the dark lord, I'll have to find ways to make you accept it." The Lestrange woman sneered at her nephew.

Narcissa Malfoy stood hidden in the darkest corner of the room, blending with the darkness, making Draco doubt if she was really there. He knew she wanted to help him, but the wizarding laws, the wedding laws, and the way she was brought up made her unable to speak against her sister who was obsessed with the dark lord, nor her husband who had his arms crossed, staring at his son, who had become the biggest disgrace to the Malfoy bloodline, with disgust.

"Are you taking it or not?" Bellatrix snapped once again.

Draco let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes. The moment he did, all he could remember was her – his sunshine.

He could remember all the beautiful memories with her. Her stunning smile, her radiant face, her ethereal beauty, her angelic laugh, her soft kisses, everything about her, only her!

He remembered how she would interlock her fingers with his. He remembered how she would cuddle with him. He remembered how she would run her fingers through his hair. He remembered how she would hug him from behind, announcing her presence. He remembered how she would make him lay his head on her stomach, hugging him and falling asleep on the couch. He remembered how she would hold him, when everything became too much for him to handle. He remembered how she would hint soft kisses on his head, forehead, nose and finally his lips. He remembered how they both would spend their nights in the astronomy tower, star-gazing.

Finally, he remembered the way she would mumble "I love you"s in between the kisses. Now, he wished he could have told it back to her. He had always been a very private person, building walls. She was the first one to break many of those walls. Yet, he was afraid to tell her that he loved her.

But she waited. She knew how he was when it came to feelings. She knew expressing emotions weren't his strong suit. So, she was patient enough to give him the time he needed, and he appreciated it.

But now, he regretted taking too much time to just state a fact - the fact that he loved her to the moon and back , she was his everything and he wanted a forever with her.

"No!" he heard himself whisper.

"What?" Lucius snapped.

"No! I'd never take the mark nor become a death eater." He stated firmly and felt proud of that bravery.

Lucius glared at him but Bellatrix just laughed an evil, cold laugh that could rival her master's.

"We'll see my dear!" she told him in a sickeningly sweet tone and left Draco's room, motioning his parents to join her.

***

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) missed Draco Malfoy. If someone had told her that she would miss him so badly that her heart will ache for him, four years before, she would have laughed at them. But now, after years of getting to know the true him and loving him, he had become everything to her. She had caring friends and was really grateful for them, but she missed him.

True, their relationship was a secret one, and no one knew about them. But it didn't mean she loved him any less. She loved him all the same and she knew he loved him too, even if he wasn't so vocal about it. She loved spending time with him, and wasted all her days anticipating their midnight meetings.

Her being a Gryffindor, a muggle-born and worse, a part of the golden quadruplet, and best friend to the golden trio and Draco being a pureblooded, a Slytherin and worse, a Malfoy, had them not go public in mutual understanding. But she did love the memories of the midnight, and they took care of their forbidden feelings in their in hidden corners!

But, it had been a week - a week since holidays were over, a week since school had started, a week since she had seen him, a week he didn't attend school. She decided to write him an anonymous letter to find if he was okay. If he got the letter, he would recognize her handwriting immediately. If it somehow, fall in the wrong hands, then they can't know it was from her. Boy, how wrong she was.

She sent a letter to him. It contained a simple question : "Are you okay? Missing you!"

***

It was the first Hogsmeade weekend of the Sixth year for the Golden quadruplet. They were enjoying themselves. Even (Y/N) had pushed aside her worries for a few hours and enjoyed the time with her friends. They decided to head to the 'Three Broomsticks' for a butter beer. While they started walking, suddenly everything became dark and they could feel themselves being grabbed harshly and being aparrated to somewhere.

When (Y/N) opened her eyes, she found herself in a dungeon. She could see her friends in some sort of jail.

She heard someone calling her. The voice was so familiar. Her breath hitched in her throat and her eyes widened. It couldn't be!

"Draco!" She whispered, turning around.

She saw him. It was really him. But his hands were held behind his back by his father while his aunt stood near him.

"How is our little surprise, Draco dear?"

"Let them go!"Draco snapped, pulling his hand away from his father's grasp and reaching for his wand. But before he could even point it against her, Bellatrix disarmed him and bound him with a rope. His wand fall down near his legs and he was forced to look at Bellatrix, now circling (Y/N).

"Ahh....I take it you are the pretty little mudblood that bade my nephew turn against us?" (Y/N) remained silent. "Did you seriously think we can't find you if you didn't sign the letter. Our pure blood magic is way better than that!" She spat.

"Shove your pure blood pride up in your - "

But before she could finish her statement, she fell to the floor, screaming.

"Draco, you take the mark or enjoy watching her die a slow and painful death."

Tears flowed freely from Draco's eyes as he watched the love of his life on the floor, screaming an writhing in pain.

"Please, stop it!" He screamed.

"Will you take the mark, then?"

Before he could answer (Y/N) spoke "Draco, don't. They are gonna kill me even if you take the mark. They'd never let us get together. At least, I'll die knowing I saved you from a terrible fate!"

"Shut up, mudblood! No one asked you to speak" Bellatrix sneered, throwing another "crucio" at her.

Magic is a wonderful thing. It can understand emotions more than any human being ever could. And it did. When Draco felt love for her, anger at his father and aunt for doing this to her and frustrated because he couldn't do anything to save her, his magic swooped in to save the day. His magic came out of his hand without a wand, blasting the iron bars open, freeing the Golden Trio and bursting the lights of the dungeon.

Bellatrix's wand flew away from her hand and so did Lucius's. He caught it and threw them to the trio, before picking up his own, grabbing (Y/N) and apparating to the first place he could think of – The Shrieking Shack. He saw that she was unconscious. She carried her bridal style all the way through Hogsmeade, towards Hogwarts. People stared at him throughout the way, but he didn't care. He walked as quickly as he could, because the only thing he cared about was saving her.

Draco was in a daze all the while – explaining the situation to the matron, the headmaster, Professor Mcgonagall and Professor Snape ; the golden trio rushing in, out of breath, apologizing to them for all his faults and his bullying, his hateful attitude; them forgiving him after seeing the way his own family treated him but saying that it would take them sometime to accept him for who he really was.

Finally, (Y/N) decided to open her eyes. Seeing her best friends and boyfriend having a civil conversation, she thought she was having a dream. But the memories of the past hours came back to her and she sat up suddenly, her body feeling like it was set on fire.

"But why did they take us to make you get the mark?" Harry inquired, stupidly.

"Er.." Draco uncertainly glanced at (Y/N), thinking if it would be appropriate for him to tell them without her, only to see her awake.

He immediately rushed to her, and hugged her gently, like she was a glass flower who'd break at the smallest level of pressure.

"I'm sorry" he mumbled, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

"It's okay!" She told him, cupping his face and gently peppering kisses all over his face, finally landing on his lips, locking it with her own. As they pulled away from the kiss, they could see the totally gobsmacked faces of Harry and Ron, and a slightly shocked yet satisfied look on Hermione's.

"Uh....guys.....I have something to tell you."

"I've been doubting this since the Christmas break of the last year!" Hermione whispered.

"Guys....We really love each other! You've seen him only as a pureblooded Slytherin bully but I've seen the other side of him. The one that has emotions and insecurities, fears and desires, just like a normal person. And I fell in love with that side of him. But you are important to me as well. I would be happy if you accept us!"

"How long has this been going on?"

"Um...We started being civil to each other from the time he was scratched by Buckbeak. You know I love helping around in the infirmary and I helped him. Then we met in the Astronomy tower, quite coincidentially but then started meeting each other. We got into a relationship by the beginning of the last year."

"Are we that bad friends, that you've been lying to us for years?"

"No! The problem was you guys were amazing friends and I felt guilty about loving someone who you considered your enemy! But I couldn't help it. We can't control who we fall for, can we? You guys are very important to me and I didn't want to lose you. I love you too much to lose you!" She said, and she could feel tears leaving her eyes. Draco interwined his fingers with hers and squeezed it. The trio didn't miss his movement. They sighed.

"We understand that he does care for you, or the deatheaters would have never used you to threaten him."

"But one thing Malfoy! You hurt her and we kill you!"

(Y/N) beamed and Draco smiled.

"I would never even dream of it! I love her too much to hurt her!" He said, looking into her eyes. Their gaze locked and they smiled.

There was a war approaching, those were dark times, but they were there for each other. He had her and she had him. And to them, that was enough!

(A/N: Hope everyone liked it! Requests ae still open and you can request me in the comment section or PM me!

Until the next update

- Mischief Managed!)

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Evidence // Spencer Reid x Reader

HEY guess who's back. I'm SO SO SO sorry for the delay. I've been having the most SERIOUS case of writers block and I'm finally pulling myself out of it YAYYYY. So here ya go.

Not a request, but I couldn't resist this prompt!

Summary - Spencer and Reader get locked in the evidence room.

Prompt - “What on earth happened in here?"

Word count - 2.9k

Spencer and I often stayed after together to finish up work. We didn't like to have to wake up so early to make touch ups. So here we were, sitting on the floor in the back of the evidence room. We were sat behind tall filing cabinets, a dim lamp lit beside us.

We were working a case in Arizona involving 3 girls. It was running relatively smooth, the problem was that the police station that we were placed at was in the middle of nowhere. And that was proven by the signal warning on my phone.

*unable to send message.*

Good thing it wasn't anything important.

There were multiple pages sprawled out in front of us, we looked between them all.

"I don't think we will have to stay too long after today." I commented. "It looks like we are working pretty fast this time around."

"I guess we're getting the hang of this " Spencer laughed, writing something down.

*click*

I craned my neck around the cabinets, wondering if someone was coming in the door. Seeing no one, I turned back to him, shrugging my shoulders.

We continued for another hour (and 28 minutes by Spencer's count). I stacked the papers together, shutting them in a folder and tucking it under my arm. I stood from my previous position, stretching my back.

"That's enough sitting on a concrete floor for me." I complained, hunching over and dragging myself to the door. This earned a laugh from Spencer. I reached for the knob, eager to get to the hotel and sleep.

But the knob only jiggled.

And jiggled.

And didn't budge.

"Uh. I think, I think the door is locked." I whispered, turning to Spencer slowly.

"No way." He stated, lightly pushing me out of the way. I listened as he jiggled it, desperately trying to turn the door knob. His head was placed against the glass, hands framing his eyes while he looked out the small doors window. "The lights are all off out there. I think they are on night patrol."

"Well this is thrilling." I laughed, slumping onto the floor. I pulled my phone from my pocket, holding it in the air and attempting to call Emily. The call started, my excitement being crushed by a warning on my phone.

*Your call cannot go through at the moment, we are unable to find a signal.*

Well fine then.

"Do you know how to pick a lock?" He asked.

"If there was anyone that knows how to pick a lock, I thought it would be you."

"Why?" His posture looked stiff and offended.

"You know everything." I deadpanned offering a dumb look. He rolled his eyes at this and sat down across from me. "Do you think we'll die in here?" I asked nonchalantly. Spencer squinted his eyes at me.

"Well statistically, no." And that's all he said.

"Is that all you got?"

"I'm too tired to ramble." He groaned. His head was leaned back on a cabinet. "But I will say that on average night patrols and at around 3:30 to 4 am. So we have quite a few hours to kill." The clock on the wall read 11:17. Yeah, we had some time to kill.

"Alright, we aren't just gonna sit here. We are gonna play games, I can't stand to sit in silence." Spencer sat up slightly, flashing me a confused look.

"Like what?"

"We are going to start with would you rather. I'll start." My head started sorting through all of the would you rather questions I had been asked that I loved and found the perfect one for this genius.

"Would you rather lose the ability to read or the ability to speak." I watched as he opened his mouth to answer then closed it, thinking again. I thought this would be a pretty obvious answer for him.

"I think I would lose the ability to speak. I could do nearly everything the same. I would just have to write my findings down." He sat in thought for a moment. "Would you rather have unlimited international first class tickets or never have to pay for food at restaurants?" I was thoroughly surprised by the question.

"That's a good one! I definitely want to travel, but I do eat a lot... First class tickets. I want to see ancient ruins, can't walk to them." I laughed. We played this game for around 10 more minutes before getting extremely bored of it.

"Alright enough of this." I groaned, coming up with a new idea. "We are gonna play two truths and a lie. Pretty straight forward, I'll start and you try to guess which one is a lie." Spencer nodded and waited. "I broke my leg while falling from a tree when I was 9, I've had a crush on someone on the team, and I once ate nerds candy for a whole week when I was 7 and had to get my stomache pumped." The last one had his eyebrows furrowing. I remained still and emotionless so he couldn't read me as well.

"I completely believe that you ate candy for a week and had to get medical attention as a result." He pointed out oh so graciously. "And you're a total klutz too, so it wouldn't surprise me if you broke your leg. Plus I think I'd know if you ever liked someone on the team. Final answer you've never had a crush on anyone on the team." He looked so smug in the moment, this just got me more pumped to wipe that smile from his face.

"Nope." As expected, his face immediately fell.

"Who did you like!" Spencer's arms were flailing in exasperation.

"I don't have to tell you that." I chuckled. "Now you go." My foot kicked his lightly, egging him on. He gave a glare and moved on reluctantly.

"I'm afraid of the dark, the only reason I drink coffee is because I had a crush on a girl who liked it, and I drank 11 cups of coffee one day and was up for 39 hours straight."

"You definitely drink coffee because you like it and not because of a girl, lie." There was no question about it, that would be a dumb reason to drink something.

"Actually that is why I drink coffee."

Huh?

"The lie is that I was up for 39 hours straight, I was only up for 35."

"Christ Spence!" I shook my head in disapproval. "Tell me about the girl." I could see his cheeks flush in the slightest. ~~Silently wishing that I could make him feel like that~~

"Her name was Josephine and she lived on my street. She and I would play chess together in the park whenever I wasn't studying, and she would bring a cup of coffee every day. Eventually, in my own way to impress her, I started bringing coffee too. And she liked that, but of course we drifted apart because of how fast my life was moving. It's unfortunate." He was staring down at his hands now. "You and her are very similar. I think that's why we've gotten so... close." That comment got me very curious.

"How were we alike? If you don't mind me asking."

"She was kind and funny, never let anyone down. And she was intelligent. Not only in personality either, you have the same color hair and eyes. I bet you guys would have gotten along really well." I could see him making his thinking face, I assume he was looking into past memories.

"That's so sweet." I kicked his foot with a smile, bringing him back to reality. "So, last round until we are playing the dreaded truth or dare ooooOooOooOooo." Spencer laughed and rolled his eyes. "I use to have a cat named Piglet because of how obsessed with Winnie the Pooh I was, my first boyfriends name was Spencer, and I play guitar."

"There is absolutely no way your first boyfriends name was Spencer, it's the 828th most popular name. That would be nearly impossible or a crazy coincidence." His hand gestured were out of this world at this point, completely flabbergasted that I would even try to tell him such a *lie*.

"Wrong again pretty boy, that's true. His name was Spencer Allen Sallow. The only reason I remember his middle name is because I remember his initials being 'SAS'. Are you ready for truth or dare?"

"I guess." He mocked annoyance and threw his head back.

"Ok, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"If you could make one wish, right this second, what would it be?" He stared at me intently for a moment, as if he was looking for the answer in me. He then lightly shook his head, it was so small, but hard to miss considering we were practically having a staring contest.

"I would wish for the door to be unlocked so I could sleep at the hotel." His head nodded.

"Boring, I choose dare." I was now sitting much closer to him, waiting for whatever that beautiful brain could come up with. Spencer looked to the papers on the floor and then back at me, an evil smirk forming on his lips.

"Do a snow angel in our paperwork." My shoulders slumped.

"What if I rip something!" I wouldn't usually whine like this but *geez* I did not want to redo all this.

"Just be careful then." I looked at him with a pleading look. "Oh so you're *boring*." That's what got me.

"**Fine!**" I slowly lowered myself onto the papers, flattening out and looking up to Spencer, he was hovering over me slightly in a criss-crossed position with that evil smirk. His hands gestured me on.

I laid my arms and legs and and moved them, hearing the paper scrape against the floor and giggling. I had to admit, it was fun. And if having fun with Spencer meant I had to redo a few papers.

Then so be it.

I sat up after Spencer told me I'm done through fits of laughter, holding his stomache and nearly toppled flat on the floor. I looked around happily to see most papers were only crinkled, not ripped. I'll just have to flatten them out tomorrow.

"Okay asshat, truth or dare." He tapped his chin, looking daring for once.

"Dare." Perfect.

"Serenade me." I crossed my arms over my chest as I watched his face fall.

"With just my voice?"

"Oh no no, I have an instrument, the bag I carry with us on cases is like a never ending bag." I reached into the giant bag and pulled out a ukelele case, but not an *ordinary* uke case, a *mini* uke case. "Can you play ukelele?" I pulled it from the case, handing it over to him.

"No, but I may be able to pick it up."

"So you will actually serenade me!?" I got my hands ready to clap.

"Sure, why not." I clapped infinitely fast, watching him pluck at the strings a bit and lean back into the cabinets. Then he started on a beat, one that I recognized.

"Put your head on my shoulder, hold me in your arms, baby. Squeeze me oh so tight. Show me that you love me too." I listened to him through the whole song, knowing full well that as soon as he was strumming that ukelele I was already done for.

"How did I do?" He strummed the last chord and look up at me with a smile.

Oh how I wanted to tell him that he serenaded me to the sun and back.

"That was amazing! You learned that om the spot?"

"Yeah, like piano. It's basically just math and note remembrance." He shrugged, setting it back in my case. "Truth or dare."

"Truth."

"What's the first thing on your bucket list and your biggest secret?"

"You can't ask two questions, that's cheating!" I laughed.

"You technically never specified that so, answer."

This little shit.

"Fine. The first thing on my bucket list has been the same since I was an 8th grader, which is to fall in love. And I know that's cliche but I'm sticking to it." I didn't want to tell him my biggest secret. Truth be told I had a pretty normal life, so my biggest secret was my attraction to him. After telling my mom about it she told me workplace romances were dangerous and wrong, so I tried so hard to get over it. But it's not going away, it's doing anything but that.

"Come on y/n, I'm not going to judge you for your secret."

Yeah uh huh, sure.

"It's embarrassing, and I would prefer not to tell you in a locked room so I can immediately escape after I tell you. So can I just tell you when the door gets unlocked?"

"It can't be that bad."

"It is."

"Please Y/n!"

"I like you!" His mouth shut quickly, tilting his head like a confused puppy. Now that I had given out my biggest secret, I felt a little... powerful. I crossed my arms firmly over my chest, maintaining eye contact, my heart pounding out of my chest. He wanted the truth and he got it, I hope he's happy to be stuck with me in this room for another hour and a half.

"Really?" Was all he could say.

"No. I just said that I could have awkward tension swirling around the room for the next hour, I love doing that." I replied in the most monotone voice I could muster. A very faint smile was appearing on Spencer's face, making me a little nervous. He quirked one eyebrow.

"Are you sure it's not sexual tension?"

What?

My eyebrows raised at the question. Was he... flirting with me? I didn't know he knew how to do that, let alone so *well*. He began speaking again.

"Truth or dare?"

"It's my turn to ask you."

"Truth. Or. Dare." Who knew Mr. Sweatervest could seem so intimidating.

"Dare."

"I dare you to act on your biggest secret." Is this some weird way to make me kiss him, because it's working. If we aren't on the same page, this is about to get Mega embarrassing, but I don't think this could get any weirder. I crawled forward, placing myself on his lap and staring into his eyes. I've never seen him smile so big.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Actually no, this is awful you should really stop." He deadpanned, lightly placing his hands on my hips.

"One, since when do you use sarcasm. And two, I hate you." I giggled, pulling his face to mine. One of his hands fled to my cheek, rubbing his thumb across it. He pressed further into the kiss, all while pulling me impossibly closer.

Is this real?

I pulled one hand away from his face, putting it on the skin of my thigh and pinching myself.

"Ouch shit!"

And apperantly I don't know my own strength.

"Are you okay?" Spencer's face was a wave of concern, scanning over my face quickly to make sure he didn't do something wrong.

"Yeah I was just, pinching myself to make sure this was real." I lifted my hand to his shoulder, resting it there.

"Why? Is this like a lot of your dreams?" He winking obviously at me as I slapped his chest.

"Please stop." I whined, pulling myself off of his lap. "I'm very tired and we still have an hour left, are you up for a cat nap?" I pulled a blanket from my bag. "We can use this as a pillow, it's already pretty hot in here."

"Definitely." I made it into a pillow, giving him enough room. He slung his arm around me, burying his head in the crook of my neck. "Thank you for telling me. And for the record, I wouldn't want to be locked in a room with anyone else." And with many papers scattered messily around us, we fell asleep.

-

I shot up, hearing voices I knew all too well.

"What the hell is happening, since when it pretty boy a playboy."

"Finally! Now y/n can stop silently pining and telling me about it."

"I knew those two had chemistry."

I blinked slowly, trying to release the sleep from my eyes. Spencer's sleepy arm was still wrapped around my waist, unmoving. Once my eyes adjusted I was met with the staring eyes of Derek, Garcia and Emily. Then there was Hotch, just entering the room.

“What on earth happened in here?"

"We got locked in here and played some innocent party games." I explained gesturing to the messy papers. "Spencer dared me to make a snow angel in our files." I smiled sheepishly. Spencer was now stirring awake, sitting up and looking at our teammates. Derek held out his hand for a fist bump and Spencer highfived it weakly.

"Told you you would rope her in." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes at the comment and stood up.

"Let's finish up this case. We've only had 1 hour of sleep and I want this day to be over with already. Save the comments for when I'm asleep on the jet." And with that we were off.

But let's not ignore that Spencer and I's hands were clasped beneath every table we sat at that day, it's not to be ignored.

And I won't be forgetting that day any time soon.

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The Spider's Bride Part 2

Pairing: spider!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: yandere, obsession, stalking, forced marriage, mentions of suicidal thoughts and breeding (but everything is not as dark as it seems).

Words: 2544.

Summary: Whoever your stepmother sold you to, he wasn’t as honorable as she claimed.

Part 1

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"Bucky, do you have canines?" You asked him in quiet voice, lowering your head to his shoulder and holding your arms around his wide chest while the arachnid carried you on top of his huge spider-like body.

"I do." He answered calmly, heading back to the house.

"Could you kill with them?"

"I guess I could."

You pressed yourself to his back lazily, watching other arachnids and a few elderly dark elves passing by the street, your path lighted with many long intricate lampposts.

"Would you kill me with them?"

"No."

You hadn't seen how he bit down on his lower lip. He didn't like casting so many soothing spells, but you refused leaving your chamber before he sedated you almost to the point of leaving you unconscious. After two weeks you spent in the house, staying in your room most of the time, he needed to present you to the elders to prove he was treating your fairly. They weren't too happy to see you in such state, though you have admitted it was solely your wish to be under those spells. In the end, it wasn't uncommon for human females.

He hated the charms and how they affected you with all his heart. Most of the women he saw when he was a child were always heavily sedated, and not much changed since those times. However, it was better than seeing the unfortunate ones who had lost their mind from all the suffering.

"How do you feel?" He asked the same question over and over again every day.

"Good." You nuzzled against the back of his neck mindlessly. "Bucky, you have pretty hair."

Gulping down, he urged himself to continue walking, enjoying the way your hands were touching him through his leather clothes. He'd give anything to hear those words when the charms wore off.

He knew well you should never get addicted to the spells, succumbing to the calmness they were giving you. But a part of him wanted to listen to you talking so desperately... You had never been so relaxed around him before, even getting on his back without a protest.

"You know, the hair on your lower part is a bit itchy."

"I'm sorry, my love."

"Don't be. I like it, I think." He heard your soft giggling and suddenly blushed, his cheeks burning. It was the first time you laughed for him.

You were so precious, his dearest one, his beloved, the one he'd give his own life away for. Once one of his sisters said he'd go to Hell if you asked, and Bucky agreed to that. He would.

He still hoped you could grow to love him one day. Although the progress was slow, you weren't as hostile as before and didn't cry upon seeing him entering your chamber. Bucky tried bringing you jewelry and beautiful dresses, yet you refused his gifts. However, you seemed eager when he brought you books instead - you read slowly as your stepmother didn't care about educating you, but books brought you joy like no other present of his. You read everything from children's fairytales to pieces with recepies his sisters occasionally forgot inside the books they were giving him.

Maybe there was still hope for him that one day you could accept him, even if only in his human form. It would already be enough for him.

"Bucky, somebody's singing again." You said curiously and peaked out his shoulder, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. "Is it your sisters?"

"I can hear the voice of the oldest one." Bucky agreed, knowing they were coming closer to the nursary cave.

"Who is she singing for today?"

Your question made him stiff. Maybe you were sedated, but he didn't think you were ready to learn the truth or, Gods forbid, see everything with your own eyes.

"The unborn children." The arachnid frowned and kept going, hoping you would stop asking him the things you shouldn't know yet.

"Unborn? Is she pregnant, then?"

"... it's not that easy with our species, dear."

"Ah, yes. It had to do something with the eggs, right?" As he kept his mouth shut, you moved a little and put your hand on his cheek as his eyes flew to you. "Right?"

"Yes, sweetheart. The parents weave a cocoon where they put the embryo, and the child slowly develops inside before they are ready to break free and come out."

"Does it happen to all children or only the ones female arachnids bear?"

"To all of them. Actually, before my grandmother invented this way, the process was different for any mate of ou-"

He hurriedly cut himself off before he would make you frightened again. What was happening before his grandmother invented the cocoons was a nightmare, pure savagery, and he knew it better than anyone with his human mother forced to give birth to him by herself. If only his father didn't make her suffer the horrors of childbirth, she could be alive still. Maybe then Bucky wouldn't loathe himself so much.

"But why is your sister singing to the unborn child?

The arachnid snapped out of his thoughts and turned his head to you, gazing at you relaxed expression. Apparently, the charms were still active.

"The children can hear the songs even within their cocoons. It calms then, helps their development, my love."

"Can I see them?"

Bucky abruptly stopped in the middle of a street at your odd request and rubbed your arm resting at his waist involuntarily, enjoying the warmth of your body. He really, really loved when you were curious about his kind, but he didn't know if you could stomach what you asked him to show you. Even though the nursery was the most beautiful place Bucky had seen in his entire life, he knew well it wouldn't look the same to you. Maybe you would be horrified, disgusted, and his charm would fall easier, leaving you traumatized for life.

"Cast one more spell and take me there, please?"

"I don't thin-"

Before he had finished the sentence, he felt a quick peck on his cheek and almost choked on air, unable to believe what was happening. Did you just kiss him? Him, the one who was so revolting to you? Dear Lord, those spells of his were too poweful if they could make you do this.

But he'd lie if he said he wasn't ready to give you whatever he had for just one more little kiss.

"Just one, please?"

"Just one, and we'll leave immediately if you get scared, ok?"

"Yes, I promise."

Gods, you could persuade him to do anything with those pretty eyes of yours. Grunting, Bucky whispered a few words you didn't catch, and his hands stared glowing softly when he caressed your arm - in fact, one simple touch was enough, but he indulged himself a bit more. Your soft skin was so warm...

Listening to your loud sighing, Bucky watched your pupils dilating and ensured the spell was working. Your grasp on his shoulder became weaker, so he carried you to the nursery much slower, observing you if you were close to slip. You seemed so fragile to him now. Before, when he was secretly watching you working from afar, you seemed strong - you carried so much on your shoulders. He was horrified you were treated so badly by your own family, but it seemed you were much more shaken by him, the one who wanted nothing but to cherish and love you.

His goddamn spider body was so ugly you had to take a dozen of spells just to come closer to him.

The cave was much smaller than the one where the town was founded - Bucky would call it cozy since it was way warmer, but he didn't voice his thoughts, leaving it up to you to make your first empression. Apparently, you weren't scared still, gazing at a few arachnids inside the nursery - most of them were singing, but you spotted a few weaving an odd flexible fabric of silver threads. Strangely, the process wasn't revolting at all. You expected the spiders to make the threads from their saliva, but they had carried neet reels instead and did all the weaving with their apparently magical fingers.

"I thought they'd be using their mouth." You said quietly, and one of the women shook her head disapprovingly at your words.

"No, no, we don't do that in public." Bucky answered hurriedly, bowing his head to the woman. "Unless in battle, it is considered inappropriate in our society. Family members could make the threads together if they want, but each arachnid can do it purely by themselves, alone. It is a very private business, my love."

"I see. My sincere apologies, lady of the cave." You bowed your head in front of her, and female arachnid smiled warmly at you, not upset with your words anymore. She pointed to the left, and Bucky followed there, looking among the ones who were singing. They were standing closer to the cocoons, and now you had a perfect opportunity to see how their little ones developed.

Staring at breathtakingly beautiful silver eggs surrounded by the halo of soft light, Bucky prayed to see the cocoon with his own child somewhere in the future. It was scary to even think of that now, knowing how repulsed you felt when you heard him speaking of reproducing.

Maybe he wouldn't be able to have kids at all. If it kept you sane, he would agree to it regardless how badly he wanted to have a child with you.

"They look like angels' eggs." You suddenly said, holding your hand up as if you could touch the pure light.

"What?"

Bucky froze on the spot, unsure of what he just heard.

"Angels. Do you know who are they? They have huge white wings and they are always surrounded by light."

"Yes, I know." He whispered, trying to withhold himself from crying.

Would you tell the same when the charms would wear off? Would you hate him for bringing you here? Would you scream and shout and cry if he reminded you of the cocoons you called angels' eggs?

Before he had sunk into a sea of despair, however, one female moved away from the line of singing arachnids, and Bucky saw a shining face of his older sister. She was smiling at both of them widely, and you gaped at her openly, trying to stand up on his huge spider body and holding his shoulder to stabilize yourself.

"My beloved brother and his precious one." The woman said in a beautiful voice, throwing her hands to the sides as if she intended to give the two of you a hug. "I am overjoyed at seeing you here. Are you giving your betrothed a little tour?"

"I am." He quickly said, smiling uncomfortably. Bucky wasn't proud to keep you sedated and now felt ashamed. All his sisters married their betrothed willingly. "We... we came because Y/N wanted to see the nursery and listen to your singing."

By that time you had been watching his sister with curiousity, trembling on your unstable legs, and Bucky put his hands above yours resting on his shoulders. He wasn't afraid his sister would misinterpret your words or actions - she knew well what you had endured -  rather that she could unintentionally scare you with the way she looked, moved or talked. However, he was proven wrong rather quickly.

"You are pretty." You said, tilting your head to the side. "Much prettier than Bucky. It's like you're made of silver."

He could be offended by your words, but, in fact, he quite agreed to you - Arabella looked beautiful even by the dark elvish standards with her long silver hair covering her back, her body all shining like the webs arachnids were weaving. Even her lower part was more appealing than his since she didn't have much of hair there, and her eight legs looked like they were made from glowing marble. In a way, she looked more crab-like than spider-like.

All his sisters were like her. Bucky was the only one who reminded himself of a monstrous creature.

"Don't judge him too harshly, sweetheart." Arabella sent you a kind smile, knowing perfectly what her brother was thinking about. "Of us all he has the kindest of hearts."

"Maybe you're right."

Slowly sitting down because your legs couldn't support you anymore, you pressed yourself to his back and forced him to move his arm so you could look at the spider-woman in front of you. She didn't look scary despite those long legs of hers, but, well, nothing looked scary to you now. Bucky could push you off the cliff, and you'd fall without much of a sound coming from your mouth.

The woman in front of you looked young, yet her crystal-clear eyes had wisdom in them, the one that was gained with years. Oddly, she looked more human and inhuman to you at the same time. Her appearance was closer to the ones of your kind, but her eyes reminded you of high elves, immortal beings you were lucky to see once. Maybe she was right. If her sisters were like her, you thought Bucky might have the kindest of hearts - you suddenly felt he was more human-like than them.

"If you like my singing, I will come tomorrow to sing for you, dear child. Would you like that?"

"Arabella, I don't-"

"Yes. Your voice calms me down when I cry."

Your lips curled up in a faint smile as you watched her approaching the two of you carefully. Bucky felt an urge to hide you behind his broad back, though it was a silly - his sister would never hurt you intentionally.

"I'll come, sweetheart." Sending him a gentle look, Arabella reached out to lay a hand on your forehead, her skin softer, yet colder than her brother's. "Return home now, you are tired. Sleep soundly, precious one."

Bucky realized she casted a sleeping spell only when you had slumped lower to his spider body, closing your eyes. He shot the woman a furious look, and she pressed her long pretty finger to her mouth, forbidding him to speak when he was ready to snap at her.

"You are ruthless with your soothing spells, brother." Her whisper was barely audible. "They are too strong for her."

"Leaving her to lose her sanity is hardly better." He sounded quiet, but determined. "She asked for them."

"If you were in her shoes, wouldn't you asked, too?" The arachnid shook her head at him. "Do not be reckless, dear. Take her home, give her time, give her space. Do not let her succumb to your charms and do not wish for it yourself."

Bucky went silent, turning back to carefully take you in his arms to prevent you from falling. Resting your head against his chest, he looked at your with a hurt expression on his face. You would never let him come close to you unless you were sedated. What could he do? Arachnids mated for life. He would never love anyone again.

"Do not let it dishearten you, dear brother. She will get better. I feel it in my bones."

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[lipstickbisous]

bookstore owner!steve who's extra shy with reader who seduces him in the most mundane ways and he gets so red, he might pass out from the heat on his face ???

like let me give you a little rundown on how you start dating and what he does to you once you're his because that man has so much pent up sexual frustration and he needs to spend it all on you

before :

you'd been reading a book for about an hour and he's been obsessively watching you, trying to hide behind his glasses but he's so doing a very good job because you can feel his eyes on you and because everytime you look in his direction he wipes his head the other way so hard you think he might snap it off.

he's just so fucking in love for you ? you're like magnificent and he feels like you've got him under hypnosis cause he can't stop thinking about you and that makes him so fucking hard to think about you under him or in other situations ??? like he's incapable of sleeping at night without being plagued by you, naked, cuddled on his side.

he'd been daydreaming about your so hard, he didn't notice you were right there, looking at him with curious/amused eyes. he jumped when he saw you, practically falling on his ass but caught his balance.

"sorry if i disturbed you i-"

he cuts you off rambling about how you never disturb him, and then slaps himself for cutting you off and embarrassing himself. here begins the red alert. poor baby's turning a little pink already, fanning his face.

"I just wanted to borrow this ? started it here but i gotta go and i really wanna finish it."

he takes the book with a smile, scans it and hands it back to you. the moment you smile at him, he literally stops breathing. for the first in a long while he thinks he might need his inhaler actually. but then he starts hyperventilating when you grab his hand in yours and pull him towards your face.

"since you like my face so much mister librarian... how 'bout you take me out on a date so that you get to stare a little longer, hum ? what do you say ?"

and he's in pure shock, truly unable to fucking speak so he just nods violently. now he does let out something that sounds very unmanly and strange when you kiss him on the cheek. it's the softest feeling ever but he feel even lighter when he turns his face and comes very close to kiss him. you're looking at him with those eyes that scream 'fuck me' and he's just waiting for you to give him the go ahead cause he's really hard right now and he's so red he might pass out from the heat in his face alone.

"oh mister librarian... what you do to me and my poor panties should be illegal... but we'll address that later."

look at you, seducing the man you daydream about like a champ !!! now you've got him squirming in the palm of your hand, ready to do whatever you want from him.

during the date you go from staying at a little distance to not scaring to holding his arm against your chest and keeping him all close to you because he's yours now.

after :

you shouldn't complain, you had pushed his buttons and you know how fragile these buttons are, even more when it comes to you !! but would your body really handle the consequences of your teasing ?? not really but you were the boss here !! and you this was your selfcare (kinda).

"come on petal, you're only halfway through the sixth chapter, only 5 more to go baby and they I'll fuck you like you want okay love ?"

you can't even fucking answer, you just moan, desperate for him to reduce your punishment.

"p-please stevie ! please... please I w-won't, ah, do it again ! f-fuck, p-please !"

you were laying on his desk, in his office at the bookstore after you had teased him in your pretty sundress, not wearing any underwear and reading his favorite book with your thighs parted slightly, just enough for him to see your dripping cunt.

he took his lunch time to lay you on the desk and part your thighs open for him to eat instead. he had you start the book over or he would add more orgasms to your punishment. and you knew he would go through with it because his favorite thing to do was eat you out like it was the tastiest meal on earth.

once you had read all five chapters left, he had you bouncing on his cock, trying to read seven more chapters with a steady voice while he kept on pounding into your spot and hitting your cervix on the way, keeping your belly full.

"aww petal... you didn't keep a steady voice, it was my favorite part and i didn't understand a thing... guess ill fuck you until you read it correctly, okay ? keep your voice steady and clear and read loud enough too. wouldn't want me to keep you plugged all day would you ? you'd like the poor readers to know how pretty your pussy is full of my cum ?? all plugged nice and cozy."

you just nod violently, not even knowing why you're nodding, you just want him to fuck you. and he definitely does.

moral of the story : never let your guard down around the quiet ones. they're the freakiest one. a silent mouth has to keep all the filthy thoughts in, right ??

- 🧝🏾‍♀️ little elf girl

literally i cannot add anything to this bc the post will be too long and girl- why are you not writing this as an imagine already 🤨 but I LOVEEEEEEE the thought of him making you read your chapters that just feels so dom and UGH.

"if you can read them out loud for me, you'll be daddy's good girl. don't you wanna be my good girl, sweetheart?"

"i know it's hard, baby, with my cock sliding through you like this. stretching you open and kissing your tummy, but you love it."

[milesdadworth]

i too just finished watching (broke bitch walkthrough) aa4!! if u wanna write a 5k essay on your thoughts know id love to read it asdfghj also look forward to aai bc its a comedy, im 3 cases in rn and yeah. ~

@seratlantisite asked: SHARE the aa4 thoughts bc whoo boy is it a. Thought inducing game

OKAY man where do i even start im def gonna have to rewatch the game now that i kinda know what's going on lmfao

so my first thoughts coming off of it was (under a cut since this got long)

it was cool they had kristoph a defense attorney as the games big bad

i love that this game continued the theme of like everything intertwining with each other between the gramaryes, the gavins, phoenix, apollo like it just was rad i did enjoy it

I WAS PLEASANTLY SURPRISED THAT ZAK WASN'T LIKE. A BAD DUDE. i mean yea he made bad decisions regarding the situation but like he was. kinda trying to remedy things? but i'm still >:(( at him leaving Trucy like that with literally NO plan

ON THAT NOTE--VALANT???? COULD HE NOT HAVE TAKEN HER IN???? i'm still really glad phoenix ended up with trucy but like I KNOW VALANT WAS TRYING TO KEEP A LOW PROFILE AFTER THE TRIAL but like???? jesus he was really like some of the only 'family' she had left and he just???? anyway that was fucked

ALSO. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THE ENDING W THALASSA LIKE. 'cool i love knowing i have two kids i'm just leaving forever now' AND THEN WHILE I WAS LOOKING THROUGH THINGS AFTERWARD APPARENTLY ITS JUST NEVER ADDRESSED AGAIN? WHAT???????? im so fuckignfdmskfjeifjo WHAT holy shit pLEASE TELL THEM THEY'RE SIBLINGS LIKE WHAT FURJJIAEOJAOKFAEIJ I'm feral.

but anyway i mean every single case was a fuckin banger LIKE EVEN THE 'TUTORIAL' TRIAL. LIKE. i legit enjoyed every case which hasn't been the case with the other trilogy games except like the first game.

idk if this is like an unpopular opinion (i haven't been in this fandom long enough i think xD)

but like all that being said I think the trilogy is still by far my favorite in terms of characters. like i did very much enjoy apollo/trucy/klavier/ema they were so much fun while playing through the game

but like i'm not OBSESSED w them and their relationships as i still am w phoenix, miles, maya, pearls, gumshoe, franziska, godot, mia like all them in the way that like

WHILE i was playing the trilogy i had like five wrightworth fics in my head i was writing juST RARING TO GO ON THOSE GUYS and klapollo while it's been cute im just *shrug emoji* and don't have any drive to write them or include them in fic in anyway other than just being like mentioned BUT THAT MAY STILL CHANGE IDK I guess part of that too was getting a full trilogy with those guys whereas apollo kinda just got his one game and then they decided to change it up again so

i'll still hold out reservations til i play dd and soj (but i've also seen those do some funky stuff to characterizations and that the writing it weird, etc so we'll see) but trilogy era characters still have my fuckin heart

SO OVERALL THE GAME WAS LIKE way better in terms of the writing and stuff but goddamn trilogy characters my beloved <33

[tk-productions]

Mystic Sisters- Ch 16 Lovesick

Riyoshi’s Pov 

I sat down next to Akio trying to eat breakfast while Levi was sitting

At the table in front of us. He was looking at us and laughing with his group of friends. I squinted my eyes at him for a second before glancing back at Akio knowing the situation from last night is probably why. Looking back at Levi who was still staring at me I decided to play his little game.

“Aye Levi You can stop staring I don't play that.” I  told him as I took another bite of my food while everyone busted out laughing.

Levi looked at me angrily and I smirked taking another bite of my food. “Who cooked today this is really good.”I asked, looking at Akio again.

Akio still laughing. “It really is but I couldn’t even tell you.”

“You guys tryna figure out how you're gonna fail you're next mission or what?” I heard Levi say. 

“Actually we’re talking about how annoying your obsession with us is. Truthfully it’s ok to not be good at your job but you take it to a new level.” 

“Last time I checked I got closer on your mission than you did. Maybe I should pay a visit to the other girl. She's even finer than the other one.”

The minute he mentioned Yua I wanted to fight but Akio grabbed my arm and shook his head , so I sat back down…. Until Levi Spoke again. 

“I feel as though you guys are protecting the girl instead of completing your mission.” Levi focused on Akio “Isn’t that right Akio considering last---

I didn’t even let him finish. At this point I had enough of his mouth and leapt over the table grabbing him by his collar pulling him to the ground and punched him continuously. I heard gasps and snickers all around me but I was too focused on Levi to care.

Levi struggled to get out of my grasp as he tried to fight back kicking and all. After I feel like I gave him a good enough beating I got up and walked into the restroom to wash the blood off my hands. “Damn I really went in on him.” I said to myself. Leaving the restroom I made my way towards the exit but not before stopping by the table I was sitting before.

Grabbing Akio by the back of his jacket I heard him yelp in surprise as I dragged him back to his room. “ What the hell man!” Akio snatched himself out of my grasp. 

“Where's your favorite hat Akio?” I asked with my arms crossed across my chest.

“I put it up. Do I Need to have it on me all the time?”

“Oh ok where'd you put it though cause last time I saw it was on our targets head.”

“Well you see what had happened was...”

“Why are you putting everything in jeopardy for your little crush?!  And letting Levi of all people catch you slipping!”

“It’s not that as simple as it seems-

“It’s very simple! This is our mission and we can prove that we aren’t useless. From now on I will keep watch on both of them.”

“Fuck off Riyoshi!” Akio snapped. “She’s my girl, why would I let you watch her!?” He yelled. 

“If you hadn’t been so naive I wouldn’t be here. To be real I was gonna let you be until Levi started mouthing off now almost everyone knows. It won't be long before this gets back to Amelia and we're both fucked.”

“So you're gonna act like you didn’t get mad when Levi mentioned bugging Yua.”

“That doesn't matter, I didn’t get caught you did!” I snapped. 

Akio’s face literally turned red before he ran at me. “ You don't understand!” He snapped tackling me to the ground. He got a few good hits in but I slipped out of his grasp and put him in a choke hold.

“Get a hold of yourself bro. Look at you!”

“When you find your soulmate you’ll see what i’m talking about.” he grunted out before tapping out. Now it makes a lot more sense. “Soulmate? You're really sure?”

“I'm not sure but I feel something’s there definitely.”

“So you say she’s your girl and jeopardize our whole mission off something you're not even sure about.” I really wanted to slap him in the back of his head and to be honest I should.

I sighed. “ You know what come here.”

“Nah back up.” Akio said getting in a  fighting stance. 

“I'm not gonna hit you.”

“You said that when we were like 12 and then you put me in a submission hold. I’m good.” He said, backing away. 

“Exactly when we were  12. Let it go.”

“No, my back was sore for weeks!”

“Alright then.” I acted like I was gonna leave and waited till Akio let his guard down which he did. I took that moment to tackle him and put in a chokehold again.”

“Ahhhhck!” Akio let out a struggling yelp. “Let go you overgrown idiot!”

“You can stay here a bit longer since you take longer to run out of air unlike humans. This is your punishment.”

“I-- thought -- it was--”

“I know you're not gonna stay away from her so this fits too.” I then tightened my grip

“ Ahhhhck! I tap out I tap out!” Akio was literally tapping with both hands

“Alright fine.” I dropped him 

“Ahhhck! I hate you I swear.” Getting up with his hand on his neck. “My neck is gonna be fucked up for weeks now thanks to you.”

“Have Hikari give you a massage then.”

 All I could do was laugh cause Akio just flipped me off and I just walked out of the room and laughed some more. Walking into my room I sat down on my bed trying to figure out a plan to get these girls back here. Hikari might follow Akio here willingly but Yua is the problem. She flirts a lot but she has more sense than she lets on.”Plan B we might just have to wing it this is all I got. I sighed in frustration. We'll see when the time comes.

[odd-birds-and-booksellers]

23 please ☺️ bonus if it includes them being parents. I'm forever sad we'll never get to see that

Fairytale

“And the evil knight tried to hurt the princess but she fought him off...”

Alex whispers, pressing a light kiss to Ryan’s hair. Running one hand through her long curls as he stared up at the glowing stars stuck to the ceiling. He’s managed to get comfy on the four year olds bed, even with his feet hanging off the edge. Ryan had snuggled up against his chest, her fluffy pink bunny clutched tightly to her side as she stared up at his face, totally captured by the story.

“No one came to save her?” She asks, her eyes wide, flashing the same puppy dog look Jo always does.

“She saved herself...” Alex smiles, as Ryan pushes her little hands against his chest leaning up to see him clearly. “She saved herself because she was strong…and clever...and most importantly she was brave.” He mutters pressing soft kisses on the little ones cheeks in between each word. “And one night she escaped the evil knight… and she ran straight to the prince’s castle where she knew she would be safe.”

“Because the prince would protect her?” Ryan questioned, reaching out to run her hands across Alex’s stubble.

“Because the princess knew that the grumpy prince would never let anything bad happen to her.”

Before Alex has a chance to respond another voice cuts him off making both Ryan and Alex jump as they turn to find Jo leaning against the doorway smirking.

“Mommy!” Ryan cries, jumping out of Alex's arms, her foot hitting Alex square in the stomach as she raced off the bed, Jo just has enough time to bend down and catch her, as Ryan leaps into her arms.

Alex watched the two in awe as Jo scooped Ryan up into her arms, smothering the girl in kisses all over her face. “What are you still doing up Shrimp? Hmmm?” Jo questions poking the little girls stomach making her squeal and giggle in delight. “It is way past your bedtime.”

“Daddy is telling me my favourite story” Ryan whines sassily, as she points over to Alex as if it was an obvious explanation for being up two hours past her bedtime.

“Oh…” Jo nods, matching her daughter's serious pout, as she lifts Ryan up and makes her way over to the bed. “Okay then, daddy finish the story.” She nods at Alex to continue as she places Ryan back down on the bed into Alex waiting arms. Alex pushes himself against the wall as far as he could, as Jo shimmies onto the edge to join them.

Once they were all settled in Alex's arms he continued.

“So the prince had all his friends from the kingdom come together to keep the princess safe.”

“And the princess never had someone to protect or care for her like the prince had and she wondered why he would do this all for a little old her.” Jo adds, smiling as their daughters face lights up while she looks between the two, totally engrossed in a story she's heard a 1000 times.

“He did it because he loved her mommy...” She explains, giving Jo a sympathetic smile like she felt sorry that Jo hadn’t worked it out. “right daddy?”

Alex smiles down at his little shrimp, he nods softy, before looking back up at Jo surprised to find her eyes already on him. “Yeah that’s right.”

“But she didn’t know that yet…” Jo whispers, leaning in closer “but on that night when she escaped, there was a magical storm raging across the kingdom and she asked him...she asked why he would do all of this for her.”

“And just as he’s about to tell her that, he's madly in love with her.”

“BOOM” Alex bellows, grabbing Ryan and lifting her up into the air above him, making her squeal.

“THE TREE” She cries happily, settling down on Alex's chest.

“Yes the tree.” Jo nods laughing at her excitement, she brushes her hand across the little girl's cheek marvelling at her enthusiasm.

“The tree came crashing down through the castle.” Alex continues, lifting his arm up so Jo could move in closer, wrapping it tightly around her shoulders once she setttled in.

“That’s my favourite part.” Ryan whispers in delight.

“I know it is.” Jo grins, leaning in to press a kiss against her cheek. Squealing as Alex pulls them both in tighter.

“Can we get a tree in our house?” Ryan begs, jumping out of her parents' grip, flinging her pink bunny to the side as she looks between the two waiting for their answer.

“Not unless it’s Christmas shrimp.” Alex shakes his head as he and Jo begin to shift out of the little one's bed.

“Okay now it really is time to go to sleep Ryan.” Jo says trying to sound stern and failing miserably as she stands beside her bedside.

Ryan sticks her bottom lip out, making it tremble like she is about to burst into tears. A trick Jo knows too well. “But I don’t know what happened next” the four year old pouts.

“Yes you do silly” Alex laughs, lifting up swirling her around quickly before laying her down on the bed.

“They lived happily ever after.” Alex informs her as he pulls the covers over Ryan, tucking her in tightly.

“And they had a tiny little princess that always stayed up way past her bedtime.” Jo adds, kneeling down next to Alex, pressing a light kiss to Ryan’s forehead.

“Goodnight Shrimp”

“We love you.”

Jo follows Alex slowly out of the four years olds bedroom, tiptoeing as to not wake the sleeping three year old next door as they make their way down the hallway.

“How did your surgery go?” Alex whispers turning back to her while she shuts the door quietly.

“It went well thanks...I mean there was a lot of damage but if she makes it through the night, it should be all good.” Jo shrugs, today had been one awfully long surgery after the other, she’d only seen Alex briefly at lunch time.

“That’s good.” Alex nods, padding down the hallway toward their bedroom.

“How was everything here?” Jo asks, carefully opening the door to check in on the littlest Karev who was softly snoring away.

“Good little squid went down easy, you know her though she sleeps like us, it's just that terror that has an aversion to sleeping.” Alex mumbles, gesturing towards the sleeping Karev as Jo shuts the door again softly, scared of waking her.

“Yeah where did we get her from?” She jokes grinning as she follows him across the hall into their room.

“Hi” Alex whips around, taking Jo by surprise as he pushes her up against the door.

“Hi,” Jo whispers back, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck as she leans in close. “I missed you today” she admits, lacing her fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck.

Alex wrinkles his nose, as he gives her a curious gaze “I saw you at lunch” he counters.

“I know but you didn't kiss me at lunch” Jo says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and Alex knows exactly where their daughters get all their tricks from.

“I didn't?” He frowns, it should be a crime not kissing her every chance he gets.

“No you didn't.” Biting her lip as she cocks her head to the side Jo pulls him in closer.

“I’m sorry let me make it up to you” He murmurs, feeling her breath fan his face lightly.

“Oh please do Dr Karev”

“Dada” Just as his lips graze hers, the littles Karev's voice fills the air.

“Urgh” Alex sighs leaning his head against Jo’s as she deflates in his arms. Giving him a sympathetic smile as she rubs his back softly.

“Not it” She calls, lifting her hands up and backing away from him.

“Fine...fine I’m going” He grumbles, as she moves to the side letting him pass.

An hour later Alex has just managed to escape, after trying to soothe his little squid back to sleep he’d managed to get stuck with her sleeping on his chest and spent that last half hour slowly inching himself out from under her. So much for quality time with Jo.

“Hey daddy?” Damn seriously he couldn’t get a break around here, turning towards the little voice he found Ryan who had clearly just woken up standing outside her bedroom door, her pink bunny tucked under one arm as she rubbed her eyes adjusting to the light.

“Mhmm” he nods making his way down the hall to her.

“Mummy is the princess right?...That was hurt?” She’s really obsessed with the story Alex thinks, she asks to hear it most nights, not that Alex minds but he’s definitely too tired to tell it again.

“Yeah mummy’s the princess.” He confirms lifting the little girl up into his arms, as he walks her back into her bedroom.

“But you stopped the evil knight from ever hurting her again right?” Ryan asks, yawning as she leans her head against his shoulder.

“Yeah I stopped him” He confirms, laying her back down hoping she’ll fall asleep quickly without too many questions.

“What if the evil knight hurts me?” Her little voice quivers as she leaves Alex arms, instantly reaching out for him.

“That won’t ever happen…” Alex frowns, leaning down beside her bed, holding onto one of her little hands “because daddy would never let anything bad happen to you, just like he’d never let anything bad happen to mommy.”

“Pinky promise…” she whispers, holding her tiny finger out for him.

“Cross my heart.” Alex agrees as their fingers lock. Tucking her back in, Alex sits beside the bed for a moment, waiting for her to fall back to sleep before he makes his exit.

“Daddy?” Ryan’s voice cuts through the silence.

“Yep?”

“I’d never let anything bad happen to you either.” She mumbles, flashing her toothy grin at Alex before rolling onto her side and curling up.

“Thanks shrimp” Alex grins ruffling her hair lightly before leaning down to place a kiss against her forehead, tucking her in tightly. “Now get some sleep before mom finds out you’re awake.”

Sighing Alex finally makes his way to his bedroom, too tired to spend any real time with Jo now. As he enters the room he finds her already tucked up in bed, the only light coming from her bedside lamp.

“You're such a pushover” She grins looking up at him as he wipes his hands across his face exhausted.

“I am not” Alex grumbles making his way around the bed.

“She has you wrapped around her little finger” she laughs in a singsong voice.

“Whatever” Alex rolls his eyes, lifting the throw pillows off his side of the bed, as he pulls back the covers to join her.

“You know that story gets cheesier every time you tell it.” Jo mumbles, turning off the light as she rolls over into his welcome arms.

“She’s likes it” Alex sighs, settling back into the cushions, getting comfy as Jo lays her head against his chest.

“Oh I know she does. I just never knew our story could be much of a fairytale.” She counters, tracing patterns across his chest.

“It’s my favourite one” Alex mumbles, already feeling sleep take over.

“Really? Mines Frozen.” Jo teases looking up at Alex's faces, smirking as he watches his nose curl up in disgust, if you ask Alex the worst part of being the father of two girls, it’s the amount of times he’s been forced into watching that crap they call Frozen.

“Shut up.” He mutters, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Thankyou for requesting this prompt it was really fun to write, its probably not what you’re expecting because I changed the prompt slightly but I hope you enjoy.

If you’ve requested a prompt please know it’s coming I’m just an awful human and super lazy.

Thankyou for reading and liking its so appreciated. Also I’ve randomly changed my imaginary Jolex babies so the babies from my fanfics on fanfciton will be different children from the ones on my tumblr from now on. So here they have shrimp and squid.

[deliciouspalacepersonhorse]

Issues

Summary: Vanessa has issues, but Shawn loves them

Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut, smut, smut

(Requests open) this is my first smut, hope you enjoy❤️❤️

2.2+ k words

Shawn thought he had seen it all with you. He was well aware of your territorial-ness, jealousy, and trust issues. But this was something on another level. You were both on FaceTime on your Mac and all he had done was take out his phone to text Makala, a songwriter.

"Why the fuck would you ever even think to do that in front of me?" You asked, seeing him text through your monitor.

He didn't respond, indulged in whatever was being held in the conversation. He just needed help figuring out how to word some things for a song he was writing, ironic enough about you.

You shook your head, eating a mouthful of the pasta you had made yourself. "You know I don't like it when you talk to other females when you're supposed to be talking to me."

"Hold on babe." He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to read something.

You dropped your fork, and rolled your eyes.

"Fine." You hung up the call and were met with your dark reflection. Suddenly the four hour long conversation disappeared. Your leg started shaking under the desk out of anger. Why wasn't he calling back? Usually he'd call back immediately.

Shawn sighed, realizing you had hung up. He threw his head back and ran his hands down his face. All he asked for was a moment to just fix an issue. Not even ten minutes. You had, had his undivided attention for four hours and all he needed was just ten minutes.

He looked at the dark screen and crossed his arms, leaning back in the chair. He shook his head and stood up, turning off his office lights and going to his bedroom. He decided to just give you some time to cool off. And himself some time to rest.

You waited anxiously by your phone and Mac but nothing. "Idiota!" You yelled, chucking your phone across the room. If the term 'Crazy Latina' fit anyone, it'd be you. And being blaxican made you even more crazy. You stood up from your desk and walked over to your closet. Everything that belonged to Shawn, you threw on the floor, not caring about the designer brand. You started kicking Gucci shopping bags, shoes, jackets, everything that was in your way.

You slipped and fell on the floor, starting to sob, tears running your down your face. You pressed your cheek against the floor and curled up. Was he tired of you? Had you gone too far? You knew about your clinginess, but he never seemed to mind it. Maybe he was just tired of you? He could have it easier with any other female, maybe he should just leave? And it terrified you that he would.

——————

Shawn woke up the next morning, mind automatically running back to you. He got up and stretched.

"I better get her some breakfast."

He changed into some sweatpants and a jacket, protecting him from the Canadian breeze. He stopped by your favorite place and finally drove over to your penthouse. He went up, the brown paper bag clutched in his hand, the Frappuccino in the other. You hated everything about Starbucks, except their chocolate Frappuccinos.

He unlocked the door and walked in, setting down your drink on the kitchen island. "Ness, I brought you some em-bananas!" He called out.

Your head raised from the floor. You quickly looked in the mirror to make sure there were no tears and went to the stairs. "Shawn?"

"Yeah?"

He walked to the bottom of the stairs, smiling up at you. The fucking audacity. He can't just walk in as if you didn't spend all night on the floor crying. "Get out!" You yelled, rushing down the stairs.

"What?" He raised an eyebrow, stepping back some.

"Get the fuck out! Get out!" You grabbed a plate in your kitchen and threw it at him, hitting the wall and breaking into pieces.

"What is your problem?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"You! You're my problem! I'm tired of you, and all of your fucking games!" You yelled, readying another plate.

"And you don't think I am? I can't ever have a fucking break with you! It's always one thing or another!"

"Well if you're so tired of me... then leave! Vete a la verga, aver si me importa!"

He looked at you and your heaving chest. "Fine." He sighed, walking to the door. He wasn't actually gonna leave forever, he'd just come back with some dinner later.

You looked at him in horror as he opened the door. Alarms were going off in your head, as you watched him suddenly leave. "Fuck." You whispered, running after him. You swung the door open and stopped in front of him. You didn't care that you were in the hallway in nothing but your undergarments and robe.

"Don't go." You spoke quietly, worried you might scare him off.

He crossed his arms, looking down at you. "I thought you wanted me to go?"

You shook your head. "I know I get a little crazy sometimes, but it's only because I really really like you. So please don't go."

He cracked a smile and grabbed your shoulders, pulling you in for a hug. "I wasn't gonna leave."

You wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek against his chest.

"We should go inside before someone comes outside and sees you like this."

You nodded, slowly letting go and taking his hand as you led him in, scared he'd run away.

He took a seat on the stool at the island and you walked over to the laundry room to get a broom and dust pan. You bent down to clean, Shawn happy to see you were calm again.

"Just leave it, we'll clean it up later. Come eat your cold em-banana."

You smiled, chuckling at his mispronunciation. You stepped between his legs. He immediately grabbed your ass, pushing you closer to him. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. "I'm sorry I get like this." You whispered in his ear, leaving a kiss right under his ear.

You pulled back from him, grabbing his arms. "I'm sorry Shawn."

He smirked, looking deep in your eyes. "How sorry are you?"

You rolled your eyes, smiling. You stripped off your robe, throwing it on the couch, leaving you in your matching set. You unzipped his jacket, tucking your arms into his warmth. "I'm very sorry."

His fingers roughly dug into your ass, biting his lip as he looked at you. "I guess I could forgive you, if you beg."

You laughed, throwing your head back. "I'm not that sorry. And if anything you should be apologizing for making me so angry."

"Alright, alright, lets not go overboard. I can feel you starting up again."

You helped him take off his jacket, and lifted his shirt, letting your hands wander around. "If you apologize, I'll show you how sorry I am." You whispered against his lips.

"I'm not saying sorry."

You shrugged, walking away but he grabbed your waist pushing your ass against his crotch. He hugged your waist tightly, grinding against you. You smiled, turning around and kissing him slowly. "Let's go up to my bedroom, está frío acá bajo."

"Frío means cold right?"

"Yes."

He grabbed the back of your thighs, picking you up and running upstairs. He dropped you onto the bed, and from the corner of his eye saw the mess on the closet floor. "Would you take a look at that?"

You laughed, pulling him down on you. "Don't think about that right now." You wrapped your legs around his waist, making him face you. "I'll clean it up later."

"God you make me crazy." He left wet kisses down your neck to your collarbone. He sat up, pulling off his shirt and stumbling to pull off his sweatpants.

"Be careful." You giggled, as he jumped back on the bed, attacking your lips. His hips ground into your core, eliciting a strained moan from your lips. You could feel his hard on through his Calvin's.

His hands wandered to your breasts, massaging them through your bra. "I've missed you." He slipped his tongue into your mouth, hitching his finger into your underwear to pull them down.

His fingers immediately went down to your heat, just barely touching you. You tried grinding upwards, but he immediately pushed down your hips. "Beg."

"Shawn!" You laughed. "Stop playing."

"I'm not playing. Beg for it."

You grabbed the back of his neck, bringing him down on you and quickly wrapped your legs around him, pressing your exposed heat to him. You started grinding down onto him. "Please Shawn, I need you so bad. Please." You moaned into his ear, breathing hard at the friction.

Shawn's eyes rolled back and felt his hard on stiffen even more at your moaning and begging. "Say it again, say my name." His voice was strained trying to control himself, trying to stay in control.

"Shawn please, please." You pleaded, licking a stripe up his ear.

"Oh god." He groaned. He unwrapped you from around him and slipped off his Calvin's. His hard member slapping against his stomach. He rapidly grabbed the condom in your nightstand and began unraveling it.

"We don't need it."

"What do you mean?" He looked at you puzzled.

"I got an IUD while in Soho." You smiled, sitting up to unclasp your bra and letting it fall.

He looked at you blankly for a second, eyeing you. "Jesus Christ." He jumped on the bed, hugging you tightly to him and throwing you down on the bed. "I'm so fucking obsessed with you."

His lips left wet kisses everywhere on your neck, to your collarbone. Goosebumps arising, along your hot skin. Your large bedroom windows let the hot sunlight in, lighting everything around you. Your hand sneaked down, while he was busy kissing you, and gripped his base, squeezing. He groaned, pressing his forehead to yours. “Fucking shit.”

You continued stroking, long, hard strokes, as Shawn’s hand pinched your nipples. He pressed open kisses to them, making you groan. Shawn could feel himself coming close and grabbed your wrist stopping your movements.

“I wanna finish inside you.” He whispered against your lips.

He aligned himself up and thrusted into you, groaning as he bottomed out. The feeling so foreign, feeling everything you had to offer. He could've came right there, at that moment, feeling how tight you were around him. His hand squeezed your breast, watching your face contort in pleasure. He pulled back before ramming back inside of you. Your mouth parted moaning, your eyes closing.

He was ruthless, ramming into you as hard and fast as he could.

“When will you learn I don’t want anyone else. Just you.” He panted against your lips.

“I’m scared you’re gonna leave me.” You admitted.

“How do you expect me to leave? We’re meant for each other Ness.” His words made you moan. That’s what you wanted to hear. That you two were meant to be together.

His hand sneaked up, wrapping around your throat, barely adding pressure, as he continued his thrusts. He leaned down, mouth attaching itself to your nipple, biting it. "Shawn." You moaned, wrapping your arm around the back of his neck as he came up, face centimeters from yours.

Your fingers held onto the back of his hair for life, as your whole bed shook from his movements. He left wet kisses on your cheek and neck, adding a bit more pressure to your throat. His thumb started rubbing on your clit and you gasped in surprise. "Oh god, Shawn!" You moaned, gripping his hand.

Shawn could feel you starting to clench around and knew you were close, so he pulled out.

"W-w-

"Turn around."

You whined before getting on all fours. Shawn pressed your chest down against the bed, and let his hand land hard on your ass. You smiled. He knew exactly how much you loved it when he touched, grabbed, slapped, anything on your ass.

He pushed in and started thrusting again. His fingers bruised your hips using them to steady his pace in you. You grabbed the sheets, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Say my name." He panted out, throwing his head back.

"Shawn!" His hand landed on your ass.

"Again." He bit his lip, pressing his chest to your back, his hand moving to your throat.

"Shawn!" You moaned, releasing on him. He didn’t lighten up, continuing his rapid movements. He let you go, letting you fall to the bed exhausted. His hand went to your clit, rubbing it and pressing down on it. You moaned into the sheets, feeling the sensitivity.

He grabbed your hair, lifting your head off the bed. “Let me hear you. I wanna hear you call out for me.”

“Oh god Shawn.” You gripped the sheets, your hair falling to your front, as he let go. His pace hurried and became sloppier, close to what he wanted. His hand smacked your ass and gripped it, pushing your ass into his hips.

“You feel so fucking good.” He panted, jolting his hips into you, finally releasing. He closed his eyes, slowly pulling out. You let yourself fall to the bed, turning on your back.

He sat in front of you, slowly watching his cum fall out. “Jesus Christ Nessa.” He caught it with two fingers and brought them to your lips. You grabbed his hand, slipping his fingers into your mouth and licking it clean. His mouth parted in a trance. “Fuck.”

Shawn got up and walked to your bathroom, grabbing a small towel. He sat beside you on the bed and helped clean you up, smiling. You looked at him in awe. He drove you crazy, the way his curls bounced over his forehead, the way he smiled, how he laughed, everything. "You piss me off sometimes."

"I know." He chuckled, chucking the towel in the dirty laundry.

"But I still like you."

"I know." He climbed into the bed, pulling the velvet sheets over the both of you.

"It's barely 11:00 am, we still have a whole day ahead of us." You turned to face him, tucking a hand under your pillow.

"Are you inviting me for more sex?" He asked, smiling.

You laughed, bringing his knuckles up to your lips. "No. But I think you should take me out to dinner."

"How about we make dinner instead?"

"No. I wanna go out and look nice."

"You always look nice."

"Shut up." You scoffed, smiling. "Take me out to dinner Shawn."

He brushed your cheek. "Whatever you want."