#Dean o’gorman X reader

[luna-writes-stuff]

I’m so glad you’re taking requests again! I love your writing. Reading your work always makes my day a little brighter 🥰 Could I please request some jealous/protective Fili headcanons leading to a first kiss? With she/her pronouns for the reader? I hope you’re having fun on your vacation!

Awwe thank you! And all we really need is some protective Fili being just a little bit stupid🥹 Also, this idea just seemed too good to be some headcanons, so I made a short fanfic. Hope you like it!

Everyone In The Room, Fili Durin

Fanfic, gn! reader

Very brief angst, turned to fluff

Word count: 1521

Tw: Not proofread hahahahha. Mentions of alcohol/drinking (no one is drunk though), confession time, some good old angst. It’s good for the soul. Smooching.

Summary: Fili never tot jealous. Until you spend a little too much time with someone he doesn’t know. And it leads him to confess some hidden feelings. Ones that you were too blind to see.

Fili wasn’t usually the jealous type. Does he get annoyed at others when they pay a little bit too much attention to you? Sure. But jealous? No.

But this guy has been talking to you for quite some time now, and not once have you made a face to your best friend, signaling you wanted to be saved. And Fili did not want to interrupt your talk, as you seemed to sincerely enjoy it. But he could feel the heat rushing to his face as he watched your face smile brighter with every word the other guy spoke.

That was, until you finally met Fili’s eyes, and you hesitantly glanced to your companion. Finally seeing his chance, the dwarf marched up to the two of you, handing you his ale, which he lied to be yours. He made up a quick excuse of Thorin wanting to discuss something with you, and thankfully, the guy seemed to take the hint and walked off. Now it just left you with him.

“Thank you,” You mumbled, taking a swig of the drink in your hands, though you were fully aware it was his.

“The two of you seemed to enjoy yourselves.” The dwarf merely mumbled, placing one hand behind your back as to urge you to move forward, still following his lie.

You just scoffed in response, handing Fili back his ale.

“It started out as a fun conversation, but he kept asking about my love life.” You explained, rolling your eyes as you silently recounted his words.

“Oh yes, which is nonexistent.” The blonde mused in a low tone, still not amused.

You noticed his distant voice, and turned your head to look at him, frowning as you noticed his eyes were on the floor, while they were usually on you.

“Are you alright?” You asked, halting your steps, but Fili kept walking, his hand brushing against your back as he passed you.

Gawking after him, you blinked twice, before quickly following his steps.

“Fi?” You called.

The dwarf in question simply shook his head, as if to block out your words.

Blinking again in confusion, you placed your hand on his shoulder, not halting your steps.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” You tried, trying to look over his shoulder as to see his face. But he just seemed to pick up his pace.

“Mhm. As does everyone else, apparently.” He whispered under his breath, the words barely reaching you.

“Hey!” You called after him, trying to keep up with the speed. “Where are you going?”

“Not important.” He finally spoke aloud, roughly setting his ale down on a small table he passed in his rush.

With a frown, you neared him. Fili hasn’t been this agitated since Kili had filled his shoes with sand, which seemed to take years to get all of it out. He hadn’t shut you out like this, ever. So to say you were taken aback, would be an understatement. All you knew, was that he was obviously mad at you. Or annoyed at the least.

“Was it something I said?” You voiced your concerns, now grabbing the back of his tunic as you forced him to halt, his back colliding with the wall.

He looked at you, before looking at your hand, which slowly retreated. But he didn’t speak. And you took his absence of words as an answer to your question.

“It was something I said.”

“No, it's something I didn’t say.” He mumbled, his hand running to the bottom of his tunic as he toyed with the fabric.

“So what did I say?” You asked, not having catched his words. “What can I do?”

“Nothing.” He answered quickly, dropping his hands. “Give me some time, and I’ll figure it out again.”

He set his foot forward again, preparing to leave, but you shifted your place, now coming face to face with him.

“No,” You announced stubbornly. “I’m not letting you leave while you are upset, remember?”

His head fell down once more, and you sighed loudly, wanting nothing rather than to help your friend. And so, you reached up to his chin, forcing his head up and his eyes back on you.

“So, tell me what I did and tell me how we can fix it.”

Swallowing thickly, Fili shook his head. “We can’t,” He spoke. “And you didn’t do anything wrong.”

His eyes fell on the wall behind you, as if looking for a way out, but it was only you and him, and the doors that seemed to be too far away to run to.

“I despise this sometimes.” He confided through a whisper.

Your hand fell to his biceps, squeezing it in reassurance.

“Despise what?” You wondered.

Now looking back at you, he groaned deeply. “Your absolute blind eyes.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you tried to determine whether he was being true, or if he was warning you before he’d dump his drunk all over you again. But his eyes appeared sincere.

“Every person in this pub has done nothing but stare at you the entire time, you could have everyone you want here. So why make this so difficult?” He ranted, finally breaking.

You chuckled mockingly, knowing his words were meant in good heart, it just fell into wrong ears.

“I didn’t fancy him!” You exclaimed, referring to the guy you were speaking with earlier. “I’m sorry, okay? I appreciate that you are concerned about my love life, but you-“

“I am not talking about him. I am talking about me.” He interrupted, his voice quick and low, but you heard him.

Confusion just seemed to like up as you swallowed your words, your voice dying on your tongue.

“I have been insanely in love with you since we first met and it is killing me that you cannot see it. So are you just playing a game with me, or are you truly blind?” Fili confessed, all his hidden words falling out at last, a heavy weight lifted off of his shoulders.

You were too stunned to respond to him, trying to find the right sentences to say, but they all seemed to vanish into thin air. And so you spoke the only words you could - stupidly - think of.

“Were you jealous?”

“Yes!” He answered gleefully, a long sigh escaping his mouth. “Thank you for noticing.”

But once more, all you did was stare at him, slowly processing his words. This dwarf, that you have been friends with for nearly as long as you could remember, was throwing his entire heart out in front of you, and you could not come to think of any words.

Every sentence he had spoken to you this night was rapidly running through you head, as you remembered the stare he had held on his face as he watched your entire encounter with the guy at the bar earlier. And so, you decided to speak up.

“I am not playing some game with you.” You whispered, your concerned attitude fading with the wind. “You just seem too good to be true.”

A shocked laugh escaped Fili’s mouth as he ran his fingers through his hair, before letting them fall down, holding them in front of you.

“I am.” He assured. “I am right here, so you either reject me now and we can forget all of this or you can take my hands and show everyone here that they can stop staring.”

Glancing at his hands, you considered your options. Though your decision was already clear in your mind, you needed to remind yourself of what was about to change. And how his hands looked completely different than the last hundred times you had held them. Because this time, they wouldn’t be held the same.

Yet, you took them, accepting his hold as he took a step closer to you. His eyes searched yours in a way they never had before, but frankly, the feeling wasn’t foreign.

“Anyone in there would be lucky to have someone like you.” He muttered, referring to the people in the busy pub. His hair fell down his face as he stared at you.

“But they won’t.” You spoke quietly, letting one hand trail up to his cheek as you gently cupped it.

Without any hesitation, the dwarf leaned towards you, his lips brushing over yours gently, before finally colliding. The hand that held his cheek now moved to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as his free hand held your waist.

Though the kiss was nowhere near everlasting, nor breathtaking, it was mesmerizing. And nearly everything you had imagined his lips would be like. The light scruff of his beard tickled your chin as his cold beads ran down your face. But it was pleasant, and simply unforgettable.

Slowly pulling away from him, you leaned your forehead against his, sighing contently.

“I cannot wait to do that again.” You shamelessly spilled, laughing slightly as you processed your words.

Fili laughed with you, his breath fanning against your lips as now both his hands made their way to your waist.

“Neither can I.”

#Luna writes again #tolkien #the hobbit #fili #Fili durin #dean o’gorman #fili x reader #Fili imagine #an unexpected journey #desolation of smaug #battle of the five armies

[blairsanne]

Try Therapy - Part 4: Shaken

For the @deanobingo event!

The Brokenwood Mysteries - Barnaby Buchanan & Reader 3160 words

Summary: Barnaby is diligently befriending you, and invites you for tea. When an unexpected event occurs, memories of your traumatic past come up, leading to both of you opening up about what you've been through.

CW: Mentions of therapy, ombrophobia, claustophobia, anxiety/panic attacks, breathing techniques, brief mention of torture, natural disaster (earthquake) and related destruction.

As the weeks wore on, you and Barnaby continued to have brief chats before he left in the morning and when he returned from his ‘work’. 

Barnaby continued to keep a log of these ‘pleasant’ interactions, quite chuffed to report on them to his therapist, who seemed pleased himself that Barnaby had genuinely made a friend.

One evening, as you were readying your bike to leave, he jogged out of his house with a book in hand. “I found it!”

“Hm?” You stood beside your bike, leaning it back against the side of the house again so you could face him.

“That book we were discussing the other day. About the- the librarian. It was just behind some others on the shelf.”

He held out the novel in question, part of a mystery series by an author you both liked. He’d offered to lend it to you the week before, but you’d completely forgotten about it.

“Oh! Keen, ta.” You turned it over in your hands, smiling as you skimmed over the description on the back.

“I really enjoyed it, like I said. Quite a change of setting from her usual novels.” “Hm.” “Do you get out to the library much?”

You looked up at him and your mouth fell open as you struggled with how to answer. “I- used to.”

He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, confused by your discomfort. You were such an avid reader, he’d assumed-

“Oh! Right- with the-” his eye twitched as he fidgeted. “All those shelves in such a small space.” He gestured with his hands to indicate the tight space.

You nodded, pursing your lips. “Something like that.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” “No, no worries. It’s not like I forgot I was claustrophobic.”

“Mm.”

He shifted his weight and rubbed the back of his neck, still feeling guilty for the oversight.

He’d not been great at socializing since the accident, and he worried he might run you off at any moment. Still, something had been gnawing at him for the last week.

He licked his lips. “Can I ask you something?” “Of course.”

“No- that’s-” You watched him close his eyes to try to stop his eye twitch. “I mean- I- I want to ask you to answer me honestly, even if- if you don’t think I’d want to hear the answer.”

“Oh…” You furrowed your brow slightly, concerned by what he meant by that.

What was he about to ask? About Betty? Would he ask if you thought he was crazy like the town did?

“Er- the answer is still ‘of course’, then,” you encouraged.

He made eye contact with you, his sheepish, vulnerable expression making your chest ache. “Did Dennis tell you to be nice to me?”

You laughed, confused. “What?”

“Is he paying you to- to be friendly with me, when you’re here?” He watched your amused confusion turn to hurt and horror.

“Of course not.” You closed your eyes, wincing, supposing that wasn’t entirely honest. “Well, obviously since it’s a job, I can’t be rude, either, but-”

You opened your eyes and looked up at him pleadingly. “But getting to know you and whatnot, that’s not- I’m just here to tend to Betty. Being your friend was just a…” You swallowed. “Happy accident.”

He let out a small, relieved laugh. “Right. Alright.” He looked away, wincing. “Sorry, that was a rude thing to ask, then.”

“No, I- I think I understand. When people are so unkind, normally, then, it can be hard to know if someone is pitying you or…” You trailed off, staring at the ground. 

Maybe you didn’t think a horse was your wife, but you’d dealt with weird reactions from others yourself on occasion. It was isolating, and you’d often felt frustrated that other people saw your trauma as an inconvenience to them. Like it was something you’d chosen.

“So,” Barnaby’s voice interrupted your thoughts. “In the interest of spending time together- as friends- I wondered if there was anything I could do.” He blinked unevenly as you met his gaze again. “To- To make my home a suitable place for tea or… what have you.”

“Oh, to- not trigger it, you mean?”

“Yes. You’ve been very accommodating, with the sink, and the car, and I thought I ought to- Er- make it easier for you to spend time here. That is-” His face twitched again. “I-in the spirit of reciprocity.”

The offer was deeply touching to you, and you felt yourself choking up even as you smiled. “That’s really kind. Nobody ever-” You held your fist to your lips as you looked away.

Barnaby waited as you took a few deep breaths before turning to face him again.

“Mostly it’s small spaces that set it off. So I like to be outside, or in a bigger room… Tall ceilings, like the barn… Or close to an exit.”

He nodded, committing these remarks to memory very seriously.

“But,” You felt your shoulders raising as you hugged yourself. “I’m trying to challenge that. I’m supposed to be practicing the things that make me uncomfortable. Apparently that makes them easier.”

You smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.

Barnaby met your smile with a genuine one. “My therapist said the same thing. Wants me to try the hard things, a little at a time.”

“Right, exactly.”

“Maybe we could…” He licked his lips, feeling inexplicably nervous. “Practice them together.”

You lit up. “Oh, that’s smart! Then we can lean on each other if things get too hard.”

“Yes,” Barnaby’s voice held a laugh of relief now. “Yes, exactly.”

“Keen.”

You grinned at each other for a beat.

You moved to put the book in your bag. “I should probably get going. But I’ll start this tonight and let you know what I think.”

“Yes, of course.” Barnaby backed up, wiping his hands on his pants as he felt awkward again. “So- Do you think tomorrow you could stay for tea after…?”

You looked up as you got on your bike, thinking of your schedule. “Actually, I have an appointment tomorrow evening. But the next day?”

“Oh. Okay! Then, I-I’ll look forward to that, then.”

You smiled warmly at him, quite chuffed that he wanted to spend more time with you - Betty notwithstanding.

“Me too.” You licked your lips, giving him a quick lookover. “You’re a good friend, Barnaby.”

You watched his face flash through several competing emotions before he pursed his lips and gave you a nod.

Though he wouldn’t say so outside of his sessions, having a (human) friend to talk candidly with about all sorts of things had been surprisingly helpful and enjoyable. He hadn’t thought that shrinking his social circle to just his wife and brother would take such a toll on him, but he realized now that it had.

Not that he’d had much choice, given the way people thought of him.

“You too. See you in the morning.”

“Night, then.”

“Good night.”

--

Two days later, you found yourself sitting in Barnaby’s living room.

He had rearranged the furniture somewhat since the last time you’d been inside, and had suggested you take a seat on the sofa nearest the door, which afforded you a view out the large window to the early evening sky.

You found yourself glancing out of it periodically as he made several trips to the kitchen and back for the teapot, cups, and a tray of various biscuits.

“Too much, Barnaby,” you murmured, feeling guilty despite him having told you at least three times not to get up to help him.

He poured you a cup of tea, smiling to himself. “It’s been ages since I’ve hosted anyone besides Dennis or Amy.”

“Who’s Amy?”

Barnaby stilled momentarily as he finished pouring his own cup of tea. He carefully set down the pot, then sat in a chair perpendicular to you.

“I was seeing her about- er- everything. But…” Barnaby gripped his hands together on his lap, not making eye contact. “Well, you must have heard what happened to Jakob Deschler.”

You frowned, trying to recall the details of the Deschler murder case.

You knew from what Dennis had told you that Barnaby had briefly been a suspect because of his time at the clinic, but it hadn’t been him of course. It had been some counselor or another who you hadn’t known.

Oh.

“I’m so sorry, that’s…”

“That’s bad,” Barnaby confirmed matter-of-factly, giving a nod.

He took a deep breath and reached forward to take a biscuit. “Sorry; that’s not very friendly conversation.” He hummed in disappointment, silently wondering if he had ruined the whole endeavour.

“It’s fine,” you assured him softly. Then, wanting to lighten the tone, you mirrored his actions and took a biscuit. “In any event, it’s nice to be hosted so thoughtfully.”

Barnaby nodded, straightening up a bit as he put on his most congenial airs. “It is my absolute pleasure.”

You started telling him about a new book series you were reading, and it didn’t take long for both of you to put the thoughts of Jakob Deschler and his clinic completely from your minds.

Time passed easily as you discussed various books and films, and Barnaby was just describing an art exhibit he’d seen once in Hamilton when you both felt a rumble beneath you.

The tea set made a tinkling sound as it rattled against the table, and you looked up to see everything in the small home moving as an earthquake shook it.

You gripped the armrest of the sofa tightly, feeling like the air was closing in on you, your throat tight. Your pulse raced, your mind alight with terrifying, unhelpful thoughts.

“I can’t-” You ran out of the house, feeling like you were choking, clutching at your pained chest.

“Where’re you going!?”

Barnaby stared after you out the open door in shock, unable to follow you into the rain. He watched you fall to your knees on the grass, hyperventilating.

You couldn’t push the memories from your mind as your body panicked, reliving your trauma.

--

The earthquake had been one for the record books.

The city in shambles, you were one of dozens trapped in the rubble.

When the tremor had started, you had been on your way to your usual study spot in the city library. You’d watched someone’s pencil roll off a table, and instinctively thrown yourself under the one closest to you. The people who had dug you out had cited it as having saved you from further injury.

Still, when the roof had collapsed, you’d been confined there, surrounded by the broken pieces of your favourite place. Buried in a small pocket of safety, in the dark.

It had been too small a space to move much, curled over yourself and trying to avoid the jagged bits of glass, metal, plaster, and who-knew-what that had encased you.

You had heard the sirens, muffled, in all directions as emergency responders had triaged the devastation. You had heard the cries of others nearby, too. Some of them had gotten lucky, like you; some of them hadn’t.

When they finally started digging through the library for people, your voice was already hoarse from screaming for help, but you’d kept on, desperate for escape.

Your minor scrapes and bruises had recovered before your voice, so in the days following the event, you’d kept your fears to yourself; crying alone when your body had gone into panic mode every time you tried to sleep - curled up in the dark.

--

Barnaby grabbed his largest umbrella and paced a bit, making a whining noise as he screwed up his courage.

Finally, he stepped out into the rain, umbrella mostly shielding him, and ran over to where you were. “Please come back inside?!” He crouched near you, holding out another open umbrella.

You looked up at him, still breathing erratically and looking confused about what was going on.

“Deep breaths, right? Four, seven, eight.”

You took the handle of the offered umbrella, only then realizing that you were quite wet, and nodded.

Together you inhaled to a count of four - timed by Barnaby’s head bobbing - held it for a count of seven, and then exhaled for a count of eight. Immediately you felt more grounded in the moment with him. 

After a few cycles of this, he glanced toward the house, still deeply uncomfortable.

“Better?” he asked hopefully.

You nodded.

“Inside?”

You hesitated, but nodded as you shivered from the cold. “Sure.”

He led you back to the house, disappearing immediately to leave you standing alone just inside the door, sopping wet. 

You looked down at the puddle you were making, and memories of Barnaby’s discomfort with rain and leaks flashed through your chaotic mind, making you feel guilty. 

Your pulse raced again, fear and anxiety telling you that you were making a mess; that you were being a burden; that Barnaby wouldn’t want you here; that he would stop being your friend.

He appeared again, wrapped in multiple towels and holding out a large one for you.

“I’m sorry, Barnaby,” you sobbed, pulling the towel he offered against your chest and face. “You were just trying to do something nice and now I’ve forced you out in the storm-”

“No, it’s- It’s fine, you- You panicked, it’s-”

“When the house shook, it was just like that time and I-”

You felt his hand squeeze your shoulder, and you sniffled, looking up from the towel to see him staring back at you solemnly.

“It’s alright. You’re alright.”

He searched your eyes, not quite sure yet what had set you off, but knowing that you needed to come out of that panicked response.

“Deep breaths.”

His steady voice and presence had a calming effect on you, and you felt yourself grounding into the moment.

You nodded and started to dry yourself off, counting the timing of your breaths as you broke eye contact with him in shame.

He pursed his lips, letting go of your shoulder.

He felt a drop of water run over his skin and his eye twitched, suddenly reminded of his own discomfort once again.

“I’ll be right back. Going to dry off and change. I’ll bring you something dry, too.”

“That’s okay, Barna…” You trailed off, looking up to see that he was already leaving the room.

---

You stared down at the mug of hot tea you were cradling. 

You were sitting on the couch opposite Barnaby again, dressed in a pair of joggers and a “Brains Matter” t-shirt that were too large for Barnaby; gifts from his brother Dennis, apparently.

You had both dried off, and Barnaby had refreshed the teapot to help warm you up after your soaking.

A thick silence had fallen between you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, afraid of the judgment you were sure you’d read on his face.

Barnaby shifted in his seat, tapping his fingers against his lap briefly as he anticipated sharing what he was about to.

“When I was in the clinic,” he began, taking off his glasses to clean them despite having done so several times already since going outside.

You glanced over to him, surprised that he was talking about that.

“They, um- They would drip water on us. It was- well- literally, torture. W-water torture. That’s why I…”

You nodded. Dennis had told you briefly about Barnaby’s time at the Deschler Clinic, by way of explaining his many quirks. It occurred to you now that Barnaby probably hadn’t given Dennis permission to do that.

“I’m sorry,” you offered, voice small. “That should never have happened to you.”

“No,” Barnaby almost laughed in anger. “No, it shouldn’t have.”

He leaned forward to pour himself another mug of tea.

“But I’ve learned to move forward. Therapy is helping again, and having someone to-” He glanced briefly at you. “Having you as a friend.”

You nodded, pursing your lips. You held your mug up to blow on the steaming liquid inside, listening to the sound of the rain outside, muffled by the sturdy house.

“I suppose you’re curious why I ran out.” “You don’t have to tell me-” “It was the shaking.”

He settled into his seat, watching you intently.

You put down your tea, then proceeded to explain to him how you’d been trapped in the rubble during the big earthquake a few years prior.

“When the ground rumbled like that… I thought- It’s happening again. I’m going to get stuck again, and-” You shut your mouth and eyes, trying to fight the hot tears that rolled over your cheek.

Barnaby got up, grabbing a box of tissues from one of his side tables, and moved to sit at your side. He tapped your knee with the box.

You tensed at his proximity, but took a tissue to try to clean yourself up.

“But you didn’t get stuck again,” he reassured you.

You nodded, looking down.

“It was hard, but you got through it, eh?”

“Mm.”

“Just like how I was able to go out to get you.”

In truth, he was feeling a significant amount of pride for how he’d handled it, already planning to cite the experience to his therapist.

“I’m so sorry, Barnaby. I made you do something like-” “No, it’s fine-”

“I completely overreacted. My body just panics, and sometimes I can’t stop it. I feel so foolish.” You pressed the tissue against your eyes, covering your face in shame. “I’m sorry.”

Barnaby hesitated as he reached out, then placed his warm hand on your back.

“You needn’t apologize for that. Not to me.”

He felt the rhythm of your breath as you forced yourself to calm down.

“Friends help each other,” he reminded you.

You let out a small, laughing huff. “I reckon.” You finished drying your face, feeling a bit better.

You turned to face him, and realized you were much closer than usual. His pale blue eyes were searching yours, his genuine concern for you evident. You glanced at his lips and then down again, feeling your heart in your throat as you imagined kissing him.

“Would you like a hug?” Barnaby offered, unsure.

It had been ages since he’d hugged someone, and he worried it might set off your claustrophobia, but he had a strong urge to comfort and protect you.

You nodded, humming in mild agreement. You leaned into him, reaching your arms under his to hold him from your awkward seat beside him.

His own arms wrapped around you, pulling you against him even more as he rested his head against the side of yours. “She’ll be right.”

You nodded, feeling safer in his hold than you’d expected. For a moment, it was more than you could have asked for, wrapped in his warmth and scent like the day he’d lent you his cardigan. 

You relaxed, the painful knot in your back easing as your body accepted that nothing terrible was likely to happen for now.

“Ta.”

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[laurfilijames]

Lust and Lace

Part 2

Pairing: Evan Lace x female reader

Words: 3,892

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Edging. Oral sex (female receiving) Unprotected intercourse. Drug use (cocaine). Smoking.

Summary: The hours tick by as you provide Evan with solace and distraction from his undoing, and you discover there's another side to him that others haven't been lucky enough to know.

A/N: Prompts used were Edging and "Wait for me."

If anyone has any questions about the show/story please don't hesitate to ask! I'm contemplating a third part to this, so feel free to leave some feedback or interest.

The song they listen to on the record is "Just the Two of Us" by Grover Washington Jr which was released in 1980, however I've found a cover of it that inspired me through this portion of the story.

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The smell of sex lingered in the air, clinging to your bodies and your bedsheets; a reminder of the hours spent together since he arrived unexpectedly earlier in the night hanging above you like the scent of your union did.

Evan sat on the edge of your bed and reached forward to where his pants lay on the floor, pulling out his cigarette case and lighter.

"You don't mind, do you?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder at you.

"I don't think you're the type of man who would stop even if I did mind," you said lightly, making him huff and you saw the corner of his mustache tweak upward in a faint smile.

He lit the smoke and took a long drag, exhaling the plume into your bedroom, his body language mimicking that of a defeated man.

It made you wonder if he'd ever followed sex with any form of intimacy, and assumed it was likely Joanne let him fuck her and then immediately parted from him; the act nothing more than scratching an itch.

You scooted down to join him where he sat, and after he took another pull from his cigarette, you plucked it from his fingers and extinguished it in an empty water glass on your dresser.

He looked at you quizzically, and a little offended that you put out his smoke, but watched you closely as you leaned against him and kissed his shoulder slowly and lovingly, each one an affirmation to how much you cared for him. Taking your hand in his, he wove his fingers with yours, sighing as he let his forehead fall against yours almost helplessly.

Oh, how the mighty fall, you thought, your heart breaking as you felt the emptiness radiate from him.

"I have nothing to offer you," he whispered, full of shame, prompting you to climb over his lap and hold his face in your hands.

He looked up at you desperately, his eyes alight with a sadness that showed in the wetness that made them glisten, and you kissed him ardently, choking back your own tears before he could see them fall.

After a moment, you found the strength to pull back, running your hands through his hair that sent a visible shiver through his body and he let his eyes fall closed as he relished in the feel of your nails on his scalp.

"None of that matters to me. The money, the cars…none of it."

He chuckled in disbelief, shaking his head and dropping his eyes from yours, only to have you turn his face back toward you.

"I mean it, Evan. I want you."

Your lips met his tentatively, brushing against them to test the waters and see if it was something he welcomed openly, and your heart swelled when he kissed you back with a more intense fervor, his tongue demanding access to your mouth that welcomed him easily.

As Evan kissed you, he felt the truth in your words, knowing he could learn to live without such luxuries that used to define his wealth and happiness, and a hope that a love bigger than all of that power and money existed made his heart beat a little faster.

His hands smoothed up your back, pulling you closer to him, the need to escape into you overwhelming. The enthusiasm in your kissing didn't relent, and as you became more lost in each other, you felt him coming to life again under you.

He sighed with a sense of contentment, and pulling back to look at you, a hint of playfulness flickered in his vibrant blue eyes. His tongue darted out and licked his now reddened lips, making you eager to plant yours on his again immediately, and glanced over to where your record player sat on a wooden table just outside your bedroom in the hallway.

"May I?" he asked, nodding to it.

"Help yourself," you said, removing yourself from his lap so he could stand, part of you worried he would judge your music tastes or the fact that your turntable wasn't the newest or most expensive model.

"Ahh, perfect," he called out, and the sound of the needle scratching over the vinyl registered in your ears before one of your favourite songs took over.

Evan strutted back in confidently, his dimples appearing as he gave you a gentle smile, and extended his hand for you to take.

"Dance with me," he purred, less a question and more a subdued demand.

He pulled you into him, his lips gently kissing across your collarbone and up your neck, the sensation from his moustache making you grin and sigh longingly as your head fell to the side to grant him more access.

Slowly, Evan started swaying with you back and forth, your bare feet treading lightly on the fluffy, shag carpet, one of his large hands carding up your back to press you closer against him while his other clasped yours and gave it gentle squeezes, moving your arm to the tempo of the song.

"I didn't expect Mr. Lace to be so romantic," you lightly teased, although most of your observation was truly a surprise to you.

"Hmm, I am many things." He spoke lowly, his eyes heavy-lidded and drowning in lust as he stared into yours.

Carefully, his lips met with yours, causing you to arch your body toward him so that your kiss deepened and your pebbled nipples grazed the abundant curls on his chest. A shiver erupted over your skin, and sensing your body's blatant response to him, Evan trailed his fingertips up and down your back to increase the sensation and chuckled quietly into your mouth.

Song after song played on without any attention paid to them as your dancing eventually turned into nothing more than standing while your hands explored each other, and soon you found yourself laying on the bed without knowing how you came to be there. Your arms and legs entwined together in a mess of limbs, laying on your sides to puzzle together so naturally; your indulgence in each other allowing all thoughts and concepts of time to vanish from your preoccupied minds.

You moaned when Evan reached between your legs and gently stroked your core, his motions increasing in pressure the more he delved; each touch a reminder of the times that preceded this one. With little protest, your body readied itself despite the soreness that remained, making Evan growl in appreciation as he felt your wetness accumulate thanks to his coaxing.

His name spilled from your lips the more he worked you, and in reciprocation - and in wanting to keep yourself from preemptively saying a declaration of your feelings for him - you reached forward and took his erect member in your hand and massaged the silky skin in your palm, your caresses on him quickly breaking down his resolve. He rolled over to pin his body on top of yours, covering you completely, his hands carding down your body as his hips began to purl over yours. It was slower than you expected; a calm and meaningful emotion transferring onto you that made your head spin and your heart tug gratefully in your chest, happy to know you weren't alone in feeling how you did.

"Evan…" you moaned, grinding yourself against his cock as he continued to tease you expertly without pushing it into you yet.

"Fuck, I love hearing you say my name."

"Evan…" you whispered again through a weak smile, and when he growled in reaction to your praise and dove his face to your chest hungrily, your smile grew into a giggle.

Your amusement was quickly humbled when he drove his cock into you and then instantly pulled back out, replacing his girth with two broad fingers that made you cry out in shock.

"Here's what is going to happen," he said in a way that was too calm for how he peered down at you. "I'm going to ruin you, but you're not allowed to come until I say so."

"Evan-" you began, saying his name now in protest rather than praise.

"Ah-ah," he tutted, cutting you off. "You see, I haven't got a single thing I wanted all week, in fact, quite the opposite, so you're going to listen to me and come only when I let you."

You swallowed thickly, nodding your head subtly in agreement which made a smile break out across his face to accentuate the indents in his cheeks and make the hair on his upper lip twitch. "I promise it'll be worth it."

His eyes flickered back and forth from your own down to your lips, the smug, power-controlled expression that dressed his face seconds ago replaced with a want that made your heart thunder in your chest.

He captured your lips in a hard, but emotional kiss, his body giving away a softer version of him that his words attempted to conceal. His fingers began to move in you again, stroking your walls in slow drags while his thumb circled your clit, building up your orgasm in a hurry although his movements were languid but calculated.

You clenched around his fingers in warning, which only made him hook them so he could massage the spongy spot that made you wail into your room that had become quiet since the record had stopped without you noticing. Chasing your release, you met the thrusts of his hand with bold intent, hoping he wouldn't stay true to his word, only to be disappointed when he retreated from you the instant you felt that blinding heat start to run through you.

"Not yet."

You squirmed beneath him in an attempt to get your core to make contact with some part of him, and for a brief moment you were granted your wish as he filled you again with his weeping cock to steal a taste of what he wanted, his needs shining just as brightly as yours. A growl escaped his lips as he pressed them on yours, the slow, dragging pumps picking up pace to signal his weakness in losing himself in you, and when he pulled out abruptly again you knew he was struggling to keep it together equally as you were.

"Can I make a request?" you asked, your voice soft and timid as you brought forth every ounce of courage you had to make it.

Tilting his head and squinting, he spoke in a raspy tone. "Well, I think that depends."

You licked your lips, and grabbing hold of his cock to stroke it to help sell your offer, you found your words.

"I've always wanted to ride this."

You tried not to sound bashful in your admission as your other hand reached up to gently trace your fingertips over his bristly moustache, mimicking the action on the head of his cock that made him shudder and close his eyes. Opening them again with refound composure, he looked at you with a ferocious hunger, his pupils dilated to obstruct the light blue hue you enjoyed staring into so much.

His chest heaved and his teeth clenched together as he glared down at you, his eyes traveling from your silently pleading eyes all the way down to your waiting core.

"I'll allow it."

His words were stern but his face betrayed him, his dimples deepening in his cheeks as his lips curled slightly upwards in a smile he tried to hide, and seeing his excitement in learning of your desire for him made your own explode within you.

Evan rolled off of you and settled himself comfortably on your bedding with confidence and a large sense of pride oozing from him that made you even more eager to please him, and he grinned at you as you straddled him and wiggled your way up his body.

"You still need to be a good girl and not come," he warned, his eyebrows raising on his forehead, and you knew that would be easier said than done. "There will be many other opportunities for that." His eyes shifted, his promise sending a rush through you in addition to the way his hands roughly handled your hips and guided you toward his face.

Positioning yourself carefully above his mouth, you closed your eyes while your hands gripped onto your headboard for support, moaning as his panting breath puffed over your wet lips. Gripping your bum in encouragement, Evan dragged his tongue through your folds, an appreciative rumble vibrating onto your inner thighs as they flanked his chest, and finally you let yourself sit upon his mouth that you would find out had more talent than just conning business deals.

Immediately, he began working you with expertise, moving his mouth so that his upper lip grazed through your slick coated lips and brushed over your swollen clit, alternating with the direction of your hips so that you were being touched no matter which way you moved.

Your head lulled back as you slowly rode his face, finding your confidence with every roll of your hips, making you realize that no lover had ever made you feel so sexy and powerful.

To your surprise, Evan was selfless in his act, ignoring his wet cock that stood straight in the air neglected and throbbing for attention, his hands steadily holding onto your flesh in praising caressess and firm squeezes that kept you planted on his mouth.

"Fuck, Evan!" you cried before biting your lip to try to keep yourself grounded, the reality of living out a fantasy you had dreamt of for so long and knowing you couldn't come making your climax build faster than ever. He wiggled his head back and forth so his moustache assaulted your clit while his smooth tongue lapped at your tingling folds, and you opened your eyes to a see your knuckles white from holding the headboard so desperately as you tried to focus on anything other than the blinding pleasure threatening to explode within you.

Each movement sent you closer to the edge, and again part of you was tempted to take whatever would result from letting yourself fall into bliss, knowing that coming undone on his glorious lips would be worth any sort of "punishment" Evan could conjure up.

Like he could sense your willingness to fail at his request, he held your hips down harder against his face, and trying to not reveal his enjoyment in being buried in your soaked core, he allowed his moans to be muffled by your slick skin as he worked you closer to the brink.

Your body began to rack and shudder, and with a trembling wail you removed yourself from him quickly, sending a shaking hand through your hair as you took deep breaths to bring yourself back.

Evan looked at you like he pretended he didn't know exactly what the issue was, his satisfied grin from trying to sabotage you glistening with your essence.

“You bastard!” you huffed, staring down his own needy body, his cock twitching pleadingly as it leaked profusely from its tip.

“You already know I am, it shouldn't come as a surprise,” he chuckled, wiping his mouth with his hand. He sat up and scooted over to where you sat on your knees, his hand reaching up to smooth over your hair in a way to help calm you. The simple touch made you crave him more, and you flew forward and held his face in your hands to kiss him aggressively, tasting the tang you left behind on his lips and smelling it on his moustache.

Evan stroked his fingers through your slit, making you jolt and part from him, the sensation of him gently rubbing you sending you toward the edge again.

"Mmm, you're more than ready, aren't you?" he drawled, gazing at you with heavy-lidded eyes. He continued to pump his digits in and out of you in a cruel way to see how far he could push you, until finally you begged him to put you out of your misery as you pressed your knees harder into the bed so your legs spread wider and your breasts heaved in front of his face. He moved to kneel as well, switching places so he was behind you, his cock bobbing against your bum as he lined up to you. His lips grazed the shell of your ear as his fingers gently pinched one of your nipples, making you melt into him once more.

"The good thing is," he paused, his breath making you notice the sheen of sweat coating your skin. "I can't wait any longer either." A shiver erupted down your spine from his light touch and admission to needing you with equal desperation, and offering yourself to him, you laid forward to lean on your elbows to give him perfect access to the parts of you that craved his attention.

Humming a sigh of appreciation, Evan lined up to you and pushed through your entrance that gleamed with the same delectable wetness that he could still taste on his tongue, a guttural noise escaping him as he was immediately taken by the sensation of you encasing his pulsing cock.

Beginning to thrust in and out of you, he held your hips up and relished in the sounds he produced from you, and soon his pace became more feral and relentless. Unable to support yourself any longer, you laid your upper body down on your bed, and following your cue, Evan pushed your left leg up to a ninety degree angle to reach an even deeper part of you.

The thick head of his member slammed against your g-spot with each pounding hit, making you see stars as you cried into your sheets; a wet spot left from your drool as you began to lose all control of yourself.

"Wait, beautiful." His voice echoed and felt far away, but you could hear it shake with the effort of trying to delay his own end, and stilling in you before you came undone, he leaned forward and kissed between your shoulder blades. "You're doing so good."

The praise made you whine and squirm beneath him, your hands pulling at your sheets desperately, feeling exhausted from this plight but loving every moment of the afflictions he put on you.

Starting to move in you again, you felt his hand take hold of your face through your haze of pure lust, turning your face toward him so you could see him glaring at you from the corner of your eyes.

"Wait for me," he urged, giving you a reminder as his fingers held your chin in a more tender manner compared to everything else. He increased his onslaught, fucking you harder now, and letting go of your jawline, your head fell against the mattress where you moaned loudly into it, your climax teetering dangerously. The hand that had clasped your chin so delicately only a moment ago reached between your hips and the mattress, finding your clit to massage it cruelly, adding a level of pleasure to your already over-stimulated body that kept you at the mercy of his treatment.

The wooden headboard slapped brutally against the drywall, and as you ground your hips back to meet his and pushed down on his hand, it was impossible to hold off any more.

You clenched tightly around him and screamed to signal your ascent, effectively milking out his own powerful end; everything so heightened that you could feel every spurt of his seed filling you. The unhinged sounds of him crumbling down to his most primal needs as a result of completely indulging in your body had you convulsing beneath his sweaty flesh that held you down and continued to rub against you; the aftershocks of your orgasms rippling through both of you in the most intense way.

Relishing in the feeling of him still inside you too much, you waited until he softened and slipped from your body before making any sort of movement, and smiled faintly when he let his weight rest on you all the way. His lips ghosted across the skin on your upper back, forcing your eyes to flutter closed as he once more overwhelmed you with a pleasure so great it made your heart beat faster; the spectrum of what he was capable of making you feel too good to be true.

"I might make you wait more often," he whispered, his voice amused in knowing exactly what he could do to you.

"Hmm, I can agree to that," you said honestly. "But, I'm just glad I don't have to wait to have you any longer than I already did."

Evan hummed and moved off of you, standing up to allow a glimpse of him in all his glory.

"I know," he spoke, almost somberly, like the realization of all the mistakes he had made that led up to him standing in your room now was hitting him all at once. "I'll make it up to you."

Your heart sank a bit, hoping he wouldn't feel the need to go above and beyond to win your love, knowing he already had it in the palm of his hand. Still laying on your front, you listened as he grabbed his suit jacket and fumbled about in the inner pockets looking for something, then tossed it back onto the chair when he found what he was searching for.

“What are you going to do?” you murmured, your voice half-muffled by the pillow as your head turned only slightly to peer at him over your shoulder.

He glanced at you somewhat cheekily - a look you had only seen on his face a handful of times since he arrived - and returned to sit on the bed beside you, the mattress dipping with his weight. He carried his silver cigarette case with him, and opened it to retrieve a small, clear tube containing white powder.

“Right now? I'm going to do this coke,” he quipped, giving you a look that indicated he didn't want you to try to stop him.

“That's not what I meant, Evan.”

You squirmed slightly as he deposited the substance in a thin line on the small of your back, but held still as he climbed over you and braced his arms on either side of your waist, his face dipping low as he trailed his lips up the curve of your bum to where his drug sat waiting for him. Leaning more on his right arm, he twirled a perfectly rolled dollar bill between his fingers before placing one end in his nostril and snorted the fine powder up off your skin.

Your hands gripped at your pillow, praying that he'd find a way to lay off such a habit, and your eyes fluttered closed as you let go of the breath you were holding when you felt his moustache graze across your back, his lips peppering kisses all the way up to your shoulder blades.

“I don't know," he stated so simply, the man who always seemed to have an answer for everything at a loss as to what his future held.

He collapsed beside you, and pulling you into his arms he kissed your head and sighed loudly.

“But for now I'm set on falling more in love with you.”

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[ally-holmes]

Updates from my WIPs

Chapter 3 of “Unseen” Dr. John Carter x Reader is growing slowly but without a pause. I expect to be able to post it soon.

Eddie Munson x Reader is going to be with a vamp!Eddie and some bloodplay, it’s not finished yet. 

After watching the Teen Wolf movie my mind got infested with lots of ideas to fix it and develop some Sterek (going back to my roots, basically). I have the outlines of a few works and at least one of them is almost a crossover with Criminal Minds.

I started watching Criminal Minds due to the previous point and so ideas to work on some Reid x Morgan started to grow in my mind. Also, maybe, Hotch x Reader, Reid x Reader... I’m open to suggestions on that. 

On AO3 I have an IT Stan x Richie x Eddie Omega!Verse started and I’ll continue as soon as I can. It’s not abandoned. 

Due to my participation in the Deanobingo2023, I’ve been working on several fanfics with Dean O’Gorman’s characters and they’ll be posted this April. Although they’re not WIPs anymore, they’re just waiting to be posted.

You may see my fanfic masterlist HERE with the things I have already posted. If you have any requests, questions, or even recommendations of other works I might like to read, feel free to interact.  

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[sorryjustafangirl]

Hurt - Fili x Reader

this is my first fic on here :) thanks so so much to @legolaslovely who inspired me and helped me along my journey in writing.

Pairing: Fili Durin x reader

Word Count: 1611

Everyone Lives AU!

Warnings: i’ve accepted that this is trash but it is my trash

Disclaimer: i do not own any of these characters, they belong to Tolkein! also credit to the gif maker! i didn’t make it

“Oin!” Thorin bellowed as soon as you entered the mountain. Fili was being half-dragged, half carried to the medical wing, with one arm slung over your shoulders and one slung over Kili’s. His head hung low, and his trousers had droplets of blood on them. Thorin rushed ahead, making sure that there would be people to help him.

“Put him here,” Oin said calmly, once they entered the infirmary. The two of you tried to spare Fili as much pain as possible when you lowered him to the cot, but the groans and grunts that passed his lips left your heart in pieces. You gripped his hand, and brushed away the hair from his face with the other.

“It’s going to be okay amrâlimê. I’m here. Okay? I love you,” He squeezed your hand but it was limp and you could tell that he needed help and fast. The nurses rushed around the room with supplies that would help your beloved, but you refused to leave him. You stayed by his bedside, even when Kili and Throin had left the room.

“Lass, I need you to leave.” Oin spoke, his words not seeming real to you. How could you leave when he might not make it?

“I won’t leave him, not when he needs me,” Tears started to well in your eyes.

“What he needs is medical attention but I can’t do that with you in the way.” Oin rushed around the room, grabbing the herbs and such for Fili’s wound.

“I’ll stay out of the way, I promise, Don’t make me leave him, please don’t Oin. Let me stay with him please!” Whimpers that came from the cot brought you back to reality, back to your beloved who was currently bleeding from a possibly fatal wound. You wouldn’t leave him in what might be his final moments. You wouldn’t. Fili had always been there for you in your darkest moments, and you weren’t going to leave him in his.

“Lass, you need to let Oin do his work, now come on,” Thorin spoke from the doorway. Seeing his nephew in so much pain was one thing, but seeing you, whom he already considered a niece, in pain at the expense of Fili was another.

“I can’t leave him! He needs me!” You gripped his hand even tighter, hoping in any sense to provide comfort to your beloved. His eyes were squeezed tight, his face contorted in pain, as nurses started to tend to his smaller wounds. Your face was fixed on his, and so you didn’t see Thorin walk towards you.

He gripped you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder.

“Thorin!! Put me down!” You screamed, kicking and hitting your fists on his back. “I can’t leave him! He needs me!”

“Do your work, Oin, you won’t be disturbed. Please…” Thorin muttered as he passed the healer.

“I know, my King. I will try my best to save him,” Oin quickly rushed to the prince’s bedside, addressing the wound that would prove to the worst. But you kept screaming, pounding on your King’s back.

“Take me back, Thorin, he needs me! I can’t leave him. I can’t leave him...I can’t lose him…” You had stopped resisting your King and were limply thrown over his shoulder. The thoughts of losing your beloved had started to creep into your mind and that only made you cry harder. Once outside the doors of the infirmary, Thorin set you down on your feet, where you collapsed into him.

“I can’t lose him...I can’t be without him…” Your voice was muffled by the King’s furs, but he could hear them. He wrapped his arms around you a little tighter, hoping to provide some comfort for you during this time. He placed his chin on top of your head in an almost fatherly way.

“Now, now. He’ll be alright. Fili’s a fighter, and always has been. He’ll make it, don’t you worry Y/N,” Thorin comforted, while you pulled yourself away from his embrace to compose yourself.

“B-But what if he doesn’t?” You hiccuped, wiping away tears.

Thorin gave you a tight-lipped, small smile. “We can’t afford to think like that right now.” He walked away from the room, wanting to spare you his own fears about his eldest nephew.

You sighed, and sat on the ground beside the doorway, the cold stone beneath you nothing compared to the anxiety pushing through your body. Kili sat beside you not long after, his own anxiety getting to him. You couldn’t hear much through the thick oak door, but what did manage to escape were groans of Fili’s or Oin’s shouting -- neither of which made you feel any better.

It seemed like hours you and Kili were sitting there in silence. A servant came by to offer the two of you some food, but you refused, feeling sick to your stomach already. It probably didn’t help that you had some of Fili’s blood on your clothes from the battle, but you weren’t going to leave the door until you knew of Fili’s fate.

“It’s my fault, you know,” you muttered to Kili, your head leaned up on the wall, as if to get as close to your beloved as you could.

“What?”

“It’s my fault. It should’ve been me. That dagger was meant for me. He pushed me out of the way when I didn’t see it coming. I should be in there, not him.” A lone tear ran down your cheek but you didn’t have the energy to wipe it away. You couldn’t bear to look at Kili, knowing that you are the reason he might become an only child.

“Oh, Y/N,” Despite being hoarse, his voice was soft. Even without looking at him, you knew that his eyes turned into puppy dog eyes, and that if you looked at him, you’d break. “Don’t say that. He made his choice-”

“He’s in pain because of me, Kili. Nothing you can say will change that.” You snapped.

“You’re right. He’ll still be in pain no matter what I say. But I know that Fili loves you more than anything. He’d rather die than see you in pain. That’s the reason he took that for you. He loves you so much, Mahal, you’re all he talks about. It’s rather annoying, actually,” You chuckled a little at his attempt of an insult at his brother. “Y/N, he doesn’t regret his choice. Whatever he feels, he doesn’t care, because you are safe. That’s all that’s ever mattered to Fili.”

A few moments of silence came and went, interrupted with your sniffles, before you muttered a quiet “thank you” to Kili. It seemed like more hours before the wooden door was opened and Oin came out, his eyes and body weary. The both of you jumped up from the spots of the floor.

“Is he-”

“Can we-”

Oin smiled at the two of you. “It was touch and go for a little bit, but he’s going to make it. He’ll need lots of rest and it will be quite a while before he sees any battlefield again, but he’s okay.”

Your face erupted into the biggest smile you could muster and you threw your arms around the medic. The older dwarf stumbled a little bit at your actions, but gracefully accepted your thanks. When you went to open your mouth to ask if you could see him, he was already nodding towards the door. You looked to Kili.

“Do you want to...I mean… he’s your brother, you should go see him first,” you gestured towards the door but he shook his head.

“I know that all he really wants is to see you. I’ll go find Uncle and tell him the news,” You blushed at his words and before you could ask if he was sure, he was pushing you into the infirmary.

You walked closer to his cot, anxiety building in your chest again. He appeared to be sleeping but as soon as you sat beside him and intertwined your fingers with his, his eyes met yours. The simple action of knowing you would continue to see his gorgeous blue eyes again and again made your eyes well with tears once again.

“Oh, amrâlimê, don’t cry. I’m alright, you see? I’m here,” he gently rubbed his thumb over your hand, as best he could with your fingers still intertwined. “I’m not leaving you any time soon if I can help it,” You sniffled back your tears.

“I’m just...really really glad you’re okay,” You moved some of his hair out of his face with your other hand, grazing it across his face. He smiled softly, his face mirroring your own.

“Me too...I mean I’m really glad you’re okay, I wasn’t just agreeing with what you said.” His comment made you laugh and his heart swelled.

“I wasn’t the one who was hurt, amrâlimê.”

“Thank Mahal for that, you weren’t.”

“We’ll have the discussion of you sacrificing yourself for me another time, alright my love? Right now, you just need to rest,” You were still grazing the side of his face with your hand, the thought of him not being there was still fresh in your mind.

“Only if you rest with me,” He winked, only to grimace in pain. Despite his pain, he moved over to make room for you in the cot. When you looked at him with nervous eyes, he needed only to give the Durin puppy dog eyes for you to give in.

“Anything for you,” you mumbled once you were tucked into bed, your beloved safe with you.

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[dashesofink]

His One

Fili and his One @legolaslovely

“What's meant to be will always find a way.” -Trisha Yearwood

Your body was buzzing with a serene and peaceful mood, the warm air feeling fresh against your skin. The sun was just beginning to set, the vibrant hues of purple, red, and orange mingling in with the few clouds left in the sky to creature a beautiful painting across the horizon. Your legs were crossed together in front of you as you sat quietly in between Fili’s legs, your back pressed ever-so-lightly against his chest while his fingers gently combed through your dark hair. The feeling of his thick fingers massaging your sore scalp brought a hum past your lips. Your hair had been tightly and intricately braided to hold your crown in place, but as the day grew long your head began to ache at the taut hair pulling at your scalp. As soon as you were relieved to go back to your chambers you tugged thee crown off of your head and tossed it on to your bed. Fili’s crown too had long since been placed upon his vanity, his golden-hair left flowing free and around his shoulders. Usually it was you who would comb through his mane after a long day, but when he had offered to brush your hair for you, you jumped at the chance.

“Come now,” You felt Fili’s chest suddenly vibrate as he let out a soft laugh before he finally pulled the last strand of your hair free. As his fingers continued to comb through your hair you opened your eyes while one of your hand came to rest against his lower thigh, however the last rays of the sun shone bright in your eyes, causing you to quickly squeeze them shut again. “You can’t be falling asleep already.” He worked expertly to rid your hair of any knots or tangles, his eyes dancing down to where his fingers were grasping on to his thigh tightly.

“I do as I please.” Came your quiet reply, another laugh sounding from your prince at your words. Fili carded his fingers through your hair one last time before he grabbed two separate strands, this time instead of weaving a single tight braid again your head, he took to twisting your dark locks together. You felt yourself relax against his body, another sigh falling past your lips. Fili worked on your hair gently, his fingers pushing aside your courting braid so that it was in clear view before twisting another lock of hair in with the other twisted strands. Your arm soon grew slack against your knee as sleep clouded your mind, your other hand colliding with his other leg as you leaned further into his chest.

Fili remained silent as he tied off your twist with a red strip of silk, his arms scooping you up and pulling you on to his lap as he stretched his legs out in front of him. Your body immediately reacted to his touch, your fingers grabbing a hold of the front of his dark red tunic as he pressed his palm against your cheek, guiding your head to rest against his chest. As Fili leaned back against the cool stone his fingers smoothed patterns into your skin. Your lips parted slowly as you mumbled something incoherent in your sleep, whatever it was sounding like something between a small whine and a laugh. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of that, so he only tightened his grip around your waist before pressing his lips to your hairline.

One half of the sky was colored with shades of red and blue, the other half now dark and mysterious as the moon peeked out over the hills. A chill suddenly rose in the air, the night slowly taking over the blistering air and cooling the wind that blew through the trees and around the mountain of Erebor. Fili sat silently as he watched the night grow, his mind free of any duties that he had as prince while you lay peacefully in his arms. As his eyes fluttered down to your matching dark red attire and the bead that he had fashioned for you that held your courting braid together. His heart pounded at the sight, the love he felt when he first realized you were his One washing over him all over again as his body tingled. Fili remembered the first time he had met you and how he felt as if the whole world had literally stopped as his eyes took you in.

Your doe-like eyes still glittered as bright as they did back then, your ever smiling lips looking as pink and as kissable as he remembered. Fili’s chin soon rested upon your hair while he reminisced, his eyes crinkling in the corners even when they closed as the grin on his lips grew wider. “Amrâlimê, my princess.” Tears threaten to form in his blue eyes, just the thought of being able to court you and one day marry you being enough to make him want to cry out in happiness. Never did he think he would find his One. Even before the quest to reclaim Erebor started he had worried about finding someone to settle down with, especially since he was heir to the throne. Sure, he had a couple flings here and there, but never once did he feel like one of those dwarrowdams were the one he was supposed to be with.

But the world works in mysterious ways, and it was but a chance of fate that Gandalf had asked you to join them on the quest. Fili was sure he had thanked the wizard over a hundred times for that. Just sitting there now, holding you flush again his chest with your hands holding on to his body felt surreal, yet it was. You were there. You were real and you were his One. It was as if the universe pulled you two together, and in a way it did, pulling the strings of your heart together and knitting them tight. If anyone were to ask with whom his heart lay he would point to you, for you held his heart in your hands softly. And if anyone would ask you the same your reply would be identical. You loved each other deeply and with all your hearts, and some would even say that you had become his heart, his life.

Fili’s arms held you close when you suddenly stirred, your fingers dropping the fabric of his tunic to rub at your tired eyes. A small cry of distress fell past your lips, and what appeared to be tears glistened down your cheeks from what seemed to be a slight nightmare. “I’m here, thatrulkhud.” Fili’s lips brushed against the skin of your cheek as he tucked you under his chin, trying to make sure you were as comfortable as possible with his arms around you as he worked to ease your woes. “Sleep, my darling, for I’ll keep your nightmares away.” His words were soft and melodic to your ears, easing away the fright that your nightmare had caused. It didn’t take long for you to relax in his warming hold, and his eyes gleamed with delight when you responded with a small groan, your eyes drooping once again before your head fell this time against his shoulder.

With his arms around your waist and your head against his shoulder Fili relaxed again, your soft, shallow breath telling him you had drifted off again. Stars were now hanging high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the two of you. He knew he that he should move. He should pick you up in his arms and move the both of you to his soft mattress and fluffy pillows so you could both get a good night's rest. But the cool air kept him outside longer. The night was serene and calm, his eyes closing shut as he relied on his sense of touch to know you were still in his arms.

His throat rumbled with a soft lullaby as he rocked your body gently back and forth, his eyes closing as he tried to block out the world. Fili knew he would have to get up sooner or later, but the weight of his One asleep in his lap was reason enough to keep him put, his arms protectively around your frame until someone called him away. For now though, he reasoned with himself as a smile ghosted his lips, for now he would stay with you, his princess, his love, his One.

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[guardianofrivendell]

Tea and Lockscreens

Modern!Fíli x reader

Requested: Yes! For my 500 followers sleepover @cassiabaggins​ asked for prompt nr 12 from the Fluff list with Fíli!

Prompt: “Am I your lockscreen?” - “You were not supposed to see that.”

Warnings: minor injury (I couldn’t help myself) - fluff - sweet caring Fíli - rushed writing (seriously, I need to chill sometimes)

A/N: Well, I broke my promise of keeping the sleepover drabbles under 1k so this gets its own post between the oneshots. I loved my idea/the plotline for this fic, I’m only not so sure it’s well written. 

You walked through the dark streets of your hometown.

Not too fast, but at a steady slow pace in an effort to keep the night going. Even though it was freezing outside, you didn’t want this night to end yet.

You pulled your warm woolen hat a little further over your ears to keep the cold from making them red and numb.

The reason why you didn’t want the night to be over soon walked right next to you, an arm around your shoulder.

Fíli.

Tonight had been your third date, and you were already looking forward to the next one. You tried to hide your excitement, knowing that you sometimes got carried away. It made you seem clingy or too attached. At least, that’s what your exes told you.

So when you met Fíli, you tried really hard not to go too fast.

The only thing you allowed yourself to do was changing your lockscreen to a picture of the both of you. The one Fíli took on your previous date at the ice skating range.

You had shared a few kisses - nothing too steamy, sometimes holding hands or he kept you close under his arm like he was doing right now.

But that was it.

It was your little secret. Your guilty pleasure.

When the inevitable happened and you had reached your apartment building, you stopped and turned to him expectantly. This was the moment he would kiss your cheek, tell you he had a wonderful night and would watch you enter the building.

Nice and slow, you kept repeating over and over again in your mind. We don’t want to rush things. But somehow, it wasn’t enough anymore. You wanted more. 

“You want to come inside to warm up?”

You bit your lip, anxiously waiting for his response. Fíli smiled, and placed his hand under your chin, pulling your lip from between your teeth with his thumb.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” he said. “And yes, I’d love to.”

* 

“Please,” he answered. He took a seat on your couch and you couldn’t help but think he belonged there. Dark slacks, white button-up shirt – with the top button open – and a matching suit jacket. No tie… Pity, you thought. It might have come in handy later, when he would tie your hands with–  Ok, that’s enough young lady! Remember to go slow! Go, make tea!

“Tea?” you asked when you hung his coat away, hoping he wouldn’t notice the tremble in your voice.

The date had been wonderful, you both had a lovely time and he had taken your offer to come inside. In your apartment. No reason to freak out right?

You excused yourself and hurried to your kitchen before he would notice your flushed state.

While you were making two cups of tea, you tried to get yourself together again.

You felt like a schoolgirl again, infatuated with the lead actor of some teen movie. It had been a long time since you felt so giddy.

You took a few deep breaths and smoothed out your clothes. You got this!

 You carefully made your way back to your living room, carrying the two steaming mugs in your hands when you heard your phone ding. That was probably your friend to see how everything was going. She could wait.

You were focusing really hard not to spill anything that you didn’t notice the message had made your screen lit up. Before you went to the kitchen you had thrown your keys and phone on your coffee table as you always did. In full view of a pair of blue eyes…

“Am I your lockscreen?” he asked, looking up from your phone, a hint of amusement in his voice.

What? No! No, no, no!!

In your haste to get to your phone so you could pretend this never happened, you forgot you were holding mugs with boiling hot water. The sudden movement of your body made the water spill over the edge, right onto your hands.

A curse escaped your mouth and you dropped the mugs.

Fíli jumped up from the couch and was at your side in less than a second.

“Are you alright?” he asked, taking your hands in his.

Before you could answer his question, a curse escaped his own lips and dragged you towards your kitchen.

He opened the tap and put both of your hands under the ice cold stream.

“Keep them there, the hot water has burned your skin,” he instructed. His voice was calm, but you could see the worry in his eyes. So cute.

He placed his hands on your shoulders and gave them a light squeeze, before he lowered them to rub your upper arms a few times.

“I’ll be right back.”

A few seconds later he returned to the kitchen with the two now empty mugs.

“Luckily they fell on your carpet, so they didn’t break.”

But then he heard you sniffling.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

He lifted your chin with his hand and wiped your tears with the back of his other hand, lingering a little longer than he probably should.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it stings a little but that’s it. And my hands are cold.”

You made a move to close the tap but Fíli’s warm hand stopped you.

“Just a few more minutes love,” he said softly.

The endearment was enough to send a few more tears over your cheeks.

“We were having such a good time and then I had to ruin it, and you’re being so nice and cute and… god!” you groaned, frustrated with the turn of events.

He chuckled.

“You didn’t ruin anything.”

“Yes I did,” you muttered.

 He leaned against your kitchen table, crossing his arms.

It gave you the chance to look at him. Really look at him. The man in front of you was drop dead gorgeous. The piercing blue eyes, long nose, the stubble you couldn’t wait to feel on your skin…

“What?” he laughed, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re the spitting image of Dean O’Gorman? You know, the actor?”

The cute dimples in his cheek you liked so much appeared when Fíli smiled. He rubbed his neck to hide that he was flattered by your compliment.

“Yeah, they might have mentioned it once or twice.”

 “Can I remove my hands now? I can’t feel them, they’re practically frozen,” you whined after a while.

He placed his hand on the small of your back when he closed the tap.

“Let me see,” he said, and he took your hands in his. They were red from the cold water, and on your left hand was a small second degree burn.

“Where’s your first aid kit?”

“Fíli,  you don’t have to do this. I’m fine!”

He held your face in his hands and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Let me take care of you. Please?”

Was it possible for a human to melt? Because if not, you might be the first one.

You nodded slowly and told him where he could find the necessary supplies.

*

When he was almost finished bandaging your left hand, you bit your lip again.

And just like he did outside, Fíli took your chin in between his fingers and made you release it.

“What’s bothering you?”

You sighed.

 “About the lockscreen…” you began, dreading the possible outcome of this. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

He placed the clip in its place, securing the bandage around your hand.

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” Fili said, taking his own phone out of his back pocket with his free hand. He held your injured hand in his other, absentmindedly rubbing it with his thumb.

“Here,” he smiled and gave you his phone.

You looked up at him questioningly. Why would he give you his phone? 

“I saw your lockscreen, so it’s only fair I showed you mine.”

He wiggled his eyebrows. You giggled. Dear god, you were acting like a school girl. But when you pressed the side button of his phone, your smile faltered and your breath hitched. 

His lockscreen matched yours. 

“You’re not the only one excited about us…,” he whispered before he nuzzled his face into your neck.

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[legolaslovely]

I’m All Yours

A/N: UGH Because this song sends me reeling sometimes, have some Aidan floof    I Guess That’s Why They Call it the Blues

Pairing: Aidan Turner x Reader

Word Count: 1,085

Warnings: Little angst because plot, mostly floof, talk of drinking

Summary: Aidan leaves his girlfriend, (Y/N), in Dean O’Gorman’s hands while he’s away on a job and they work together to surprise her.

You had just plopped down on the couch after scarfing down a sandwich when your phone went off. Before you could pick it up, it buzzed again, making the entire cushion vibrate. You smiled when a goofy picture of Dean O’Gorman shone brightly on the screen.

Hello my girl! What are you up to?

Care to hang out tonight? Your favorite cover band is playing at Hangar.

Two texts was his way. You took a deep breath and texted back.

I don’t think so, Dean. I have work early in the morning. What about Saturday?

His answer didn’t take long.

We don’t have to stay out late.

You waited for the second text. In a moment it came.

Aidan left you in my care while he’s gone. I can’t very well have you tucked in at 7pm on a Thursday night.

You laughed. You did love that band. And you wanted to see Dean. And the Hangar bar sold especially cheap drinks on Thirsty Thursday.

Okay. But we’re not staying out too late.

Your phone buzzed again with his speedy replies.

Good girl.

Pick you up at 7!

You used this night as an excuse to wear the new heeled boots you’d been dying to show off. They weren’t too high and had a vintage style which you loved. They clacked against the sidewalk as Dean led you into the bar. The bouncer grinned and greeted you, letting you slide in without paying the cover.

This was a night out that you could enjoy. Just you and Dean and a couple of his friends at the small bar on the corner that never got too rowdy. The only one missing was Aidan. He’d been away on a job for a few months now and you missed him terribly. But you were safe in Deano’s hands.

As the band saw you and Dean walk through the bar, they waved and kissed at you in their friendly but flirty way. Everyone here knew you were Aidan’s girl.

Despite your arguments, the bartender, Jenna, bought your first round. The drink was mostly alcohol with a dash of soda and you made a face at your first sip. Dean laughed at you and pulled you to a high top seat with a good view of the band. You waved to Jenna and mouthed a thank you.

You were halfway through your drink with a good buzz rushing through you when you grabbed Dean to dance. You pulled out a few bucks to throw into the tip jar for the band and they all hooted a thank you, asking you what song you wanted to hear.

“As if you need to ask!” you shouted at them.

They played the first few bars of your favorite song and excitement rushed through you, making you jump off the ground and yell. Dean twirled you and you leaned to his ear. “Thanks for taking me out tonight. You have a knack for knowing when I’m down, don’t you?”

“Missing our boy, huh?” he asked.

You nodded, but kept dancing. You didn’t want to bring down your happy night just yet.

After a game of darts, your first drink was wearing off, leaving you in a comfortable, bright mood. When Dean asked you if you wanted another, you shook your head. You were having plenty of fun without it and you knew you’d regret another at your early morning meeting the next day.

For a moment, he walked away with his phone, leaving you with his friends. One of them was pretty belligerent and begged you to go out with him but he was quickly pulled away by the bouncer. Dean’s other friends kept an eye out for you while he was gone but he quickly returned.

“Dance with me, I love this song.”

You let him pull you to the floor and you danced, laughing at his dad moves. Recovering from a twirl, you spotted the clock. You’d been at the bar longer than you planned. You groaned. “Deano, it’s late. After this, we should go.”

He hesitated. “Uh- all right. Just one more song.”

You nodded, dancing to the ending beats and applauding the band before the next song started. When it did, your heart sunk and you stood still. The opening beats tightened your chest and pulled on your shoulders. This was your song- yours and Aidan’s.

Dean saw the look on your face and immediately took you in his arms. “Aw, (Y/N/N), it’s okay. He’ll be back before you know it.”

You rested your cheek on his shoulder, secretly wishing it was someone else’s. You closed your eyes and let him sway you to the music, not really bothering to hold back a few hot tears. Then you heard Dean speak.

“Hey, there. You wanna cut in?” he called.

You cursed him under your breath, not wanting to dance with one of his friends right now. You wiped what you guessed was a tear streaked cheek and made sure your makeup wasn’t running before straightening and turning your new dance partner.

“Yeah, I do.”

There was Aidan, smiling brightly. His eyes were soft as he looked at you. You silently leapt into his arms and he hugged you, holding you so tightly your toes hovered above the ground. You distantly heard some of the bar hooting at the pair of you.

“New boots?” he asked.

You hummed a confirmation against the skin of his neck.

“I like ‘em.”

Your breath caught as you tried to laugh through more unshed tears. “Thanks.”

He lowered you down until your feet touched the floor, but his grip on you never loosened. He swayed you to the music and hummed some of the lines softly in your ear. You soon recovered from your surprise. “When do you have to go back?” you asked.

“Never. Job’s done. I’m all yours.”

You leaned your head back and really looked at his face for the first time that night. “Good.” He kissed you and you startled against him at Dean’s hollering behind you. You grinned at him over your shoulder. “Oh, our sweet Deano,” you said to yourself.

You giggled and returned your cheek to his shoulder, listening to the band play your song and Aidan as he hummed along in your ear.

‘But more than ever, I simply love you more than I love life itself.’

He kissed your hair and asked, “What time do you have work tomorrow?”

“Never. I’m calling in. I’m all yours.”

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[lostinaseaoffictionalbliss]

Hey! I read your smut of Robb Stark x Baratheon reader and it‘s awesome. I wanted to ask, if I‚m allowed to repost it on my Wattpad account. I made a collection of smut on Tumblr. If yes, I will mark your Tumblr name and if you also have Wattpad, tag you.

Since you did ask it is okay. Just be sure to put my tumblr name as well as tag me on wattpad. My wattpad is FutureQueenofErebor. I have a picture of Dean O’gorman as my pf. My banner is Dean, Graham, and Adam.

[fullvoidmoon]

Where it All Began

Pairing/s: Thorin x wife!reader, Richard Armitage x fem!reader

Setting/Timeline: New Zealand, Ireland, Reincarnation!AU, Modern!AU, Durins live!AU

Warning(s)/Genre(s): None that I could think of

Word Count: 1,270

The Hobbit and the Durins © J.R.R. Tolkien Context © me

Based on my imagine.

A/N: So sorry if this one is kinda boring. I have to get this done because this has been sitting in my drafts for quite a while, but I know it will be better on the next chapters.

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Part 3 - Not a Moment To Lose Part 5 - Something Unexpected

“Aren’t we going to look for the rest of the Company before heading straight to New Zealand?”

“We’ll look for them later, Kili.”

Kili couldn’t help but give out an exasperated sigh as he watches both his bustling and over-thinking uncles, silently groaning as he could also feel the growing tension and nervousness the two older Durins exudes as they plan out their upcoming trip to New Zealand.

Thorin finally got the news he’s been waiting for, and he simply can’t sit still; all he wanted is to have (Y/N) in his arms after what they’ve been through.

“Couldn’t we, at least, stay for a little longer and think things through,” he asks again, slightly flinches when Dwalin throws a menacing glare at his way, “the holidays are just about to conclude, making it more difficult for us to book a flight overseas.”

“I do not know if I could wait that long,” Thorin sighs, prompting to sit on an armchair as he looks over his open luggage, “we finally know where my wife is. And I simply cannot let time pass by not when-.”

“Not when we can use it to our own expense by going to New Zealand and meet her as soon as possible,” Kili injects, making Thorin and Dwalin look at him like he had grown two heads, “I know Uncle, it’s all written in your face in spite you not voicing it out.”

Thorin sighs again, probably for the nth time since their impromptu visit at the nearest pub the other day, but couldn’t help the warmth that slowly spreads in his chest as he looks at Kili, who sports a comforting smile at him as he feels that sense of pride running in his veins. The youngest of his sister’s brood is known as being rambunctious and cheeky 24/7, but there is no doubt he always remembers and cherishes all the teachings they’ve given him and his brother. 

And his compassion and deep understanding on all things and circumstances never cease to make his brooding mind be at ease; most, if not all, doubts and apprehensions being pushed away and replaced with utter certainty.

Thorin chuckles, more likely at himself for being foolish and doubtful of his abilities of making something impossible possible, as he turns his attention at Kili, “you surely put me at ease, Kili.”

“And I’m getting the chills of how uncharacteristic of him to do ‘dat,” Dwalin adds, his voice almost inaudible due to his mumbling as he eyes Kili like he unknowingly caught a disease.

“Now that’s rude of you, Mister Dwalin,” Kili exclaims, his lips pouts as his eyes turns round like a puppy, “you hurt my feelings!”

Thorin couldn’t help but give out a hearty laugh, remembering the days when his nephews would make his right-hand man’s life a walking circus; how each of them would receive a fitting punishment for doing so as payback. And how much he wishes for them to go back to the way they were.

Though their plan on flying overseas as soon as possible is further postponed due to something as trivial as the holiday rush, Thorin knows it is not enough to stop them from reuniting their family.

Even if it means they will have to go back to the world where they truly belong, or fly to the other side of the planet. 

“You look like you’ve been hit by a storm.”

“Really, though I still tried to look as presentable as I planned to.”

No matter how odd, or slightly suspicious, it is for someone so known like Dean O’Gorman to treat you like you’ve been his friend for a long time, it still makes you feel warm in the inside and makes you smile despite having another chaotic night filled with the same haunting dream; that there are still some goodness in this day and age no matter how chaotic, deceitful, and fearful everything may seem.

Dean have learned of your countless trips in New Zealand on the night he had quite a long talk with you, and how he could’ve met you on those few times; or so he said. Deep down he wished he should’ve met you years ago, regardless if he would immediately remember everything that had happened in his past life as Fili or not, and make it up to those times he never got to spend with you and his Uncle after the War of the Ring. 

And Dean, as Fili, could still remember it as if it just happened yesterday; both of you fought hard and died in the Battle of Dale; bravely protecting the fallen King Brand while rallying your kin to protect both kingdoms of Men and Dwarves from the Easterlings of Rhûn.

Though he would never admit it to you, for he knows you have no recollection of everything as his Aunt and as Queen of the Lonely Mountain, but he couldn’t help but wish he could’ve done something to prevent your death; he believes it may also has something to do with the loss of your memories.

‘I wish your memories will come back soon, Aunt (Y/N),’ he thinks as he subtly and solemnly looks at you by the passenger seat, quietly chuckling as he could see your (e/c) orbs filled with wonder by looking at the passing scenery, ‘I don’t want Uncle to be heartbroken when you’ll meet him, but you don’t remember anything.’

“Dean, we’re here,” you exclaim, unknowingly breaking his reverie as you look at the set of Hobbiton up in the hills.

“Are you sure you’ve been here before?” He asks, masking his concern as he couldn’t help but adore you and the excitement evident in your eyes, “you act like this is your first time coming here in Matamata.”

“This place still gives me that sense of excitement no matter how many times I come back here,” you sheepishly reply, “thank you so much for the company, Dean-.”

A sudden feeling of familiarity slowly brushes all of your senses as you slowly take in your surroundings, looking at each hills and at every small, round, and colorful doors of each Hobbit-holes; giving you that sense of nostalgia and subtle longing.

“(Y/N), are you alright,” Dean asks wearily, noticing your sudden quietness and your trance-like gaze, “hey, can you hear me?”

“Why do I feel like I’ve been here before?” You whisper as you start trying to understand everything that has been happening in the past few years. 

Instead of seeing fellow tourists, accompanied with friends or families, what you’re seeing is something you know you only see in movies you’ve grown to love; herds of cattle and sheep in the distance, children running around and playing with their toys or flying their kites.

And people, people smaller than the average human, with large ears and walking barefoot with huge pair of feet.

“(Y/N).” he softly replies, “you just said so yourself-.”

“No,” you interject, seeing small flashes of events you don’t quite. “It’s like I’ve been here way before than I thought.”

You have a gut feeling that what you’re seeing is not that of the present moment. Deep inside, you know those are distant memories. And as you turn your attention to Dean, the look in your (e/c) orbs makes him slowly realize you are remembering something he wishes for you to remember.

With memories so significant that you swore you will always remember for the rest of your days.

“Fili, we are back.”

And seeing those memories again, it does feel like you’ve gotten back to where it all began.

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[luna-writes-stuff]

Day 6: Everything Has Changed, Fili Durin

Song link

Fanfic, fem!reader

Fluff

Word count: 2493

Tw: Baths, mentions of nudity but none too graphic. References to alcohol; Kili is drunk, but it’s funny. Flashbacks, little Fili and Kili <3

Summary: All day, Fili has been waiting for you. Longing for you. And when you finally return to your chambers after a day out with Kili, all Fili truly wants to do is hold you and share memories with you.

"All I knew This morning when I woke Is I know something now Know something now I didn't before.”

It had been a long and tiring day. Far too long, and far too tiring. Fili was up before the sun was, and had left you to rise on your own. You had nowhere to be that day, safe for an errand in Laketown with Kili early that afternoon. He saw no reason to wake you up.

But with every meeting and every talk, he wished he would’ve woken you up. If only to wish you a good morning. He hadn’t seen you the entire day, and frankly, it had begun to bother him. At this pace, you saw his brother more often than you saw him.

“And all I've seen Since eighteen hours ago Is green eyes and freckles and your smile In the back of my mind making me feel like.”

If there was any comfort during the day, it would have been his mother, who had returned from her visit to Ered Luin. Kili had stayed up all night to welcome her home, but Fili had remained asleep. Mahal knew he needed it.

But that was hours ago. He had returned to his chamber directly after dinner, avoiding everyone in the halls in hope of some peace and quiet. You hadn’t even returned yet. He knew you got along with Kili well, and the two of you had probably found yourselves in a pub by now, but he could not help but secretly wish for you at his side.

And then, lo and behind, chuckling and laughing came from the halls, as a familiar voice shushed the other one, cutting off their laughter.

It hadn’t even been eight.

“I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now I just wanna know you, know you, know you.”

“Ssshh, Amad might find me,” Kili warned, a snickering notion in his voice.

“Kili, get some sleep.” That was your voice.

“Nah, the sun hasn’t even gone to sleep.”

“It’s called setting.”

A silence fell upon the halls, and Fili nearly wondered what happened. It didn’t take long for laughter to erupt from the younger sibling’s throat, wiping all worries from the blonde’s mind.

“You look too much like him.” He snorted. “He has corrupted you.”

“Go to sleep.” You ordered, a smile apparent in your voice.

“You are not my mother.”

“Ki,”

“Yes, yes.” He groaned, his voice echoing across the halls, now further removed from your shared chambers. “You two are so enamoured, it’s revolting.”

“'Cause all I know is we said, "Hello" And your eyes look like comin' home All I know is a simple name And everything has changed.”

As soon as you opened the door, Fili wandered up to you. Before you could even question it, his arms wrapped around your figure, ushering you into his hold. His scent caused a wave of comfort to wash over you, and you found yourself relaxing immediately.

“I thought Kili could handle his ale.” He mumbled into your hair, toying with the end of your marriage bead.

“He can.” You hummed. “But not if he has been drinking since we arrived.”

Placing his hands on your shoulders, he parted from you, holding a questioning glance. “Did I miss a certain event? A celebration?”

You smiled at him, leaning forward to place a quick kiss on his lips. “Yes, Kili’s day off Erebor.”

The blonde let out an ‘ah’ in understanding, before turning slightly, gesturing toward the bathtub at the end of the room.

“The water is still warm”

“All I know is you held the door You'll be mine and I'll be yours All I know since yesterday Is everything has changed.”

The tub offered a soothing feeling after a long walk in the cold winter air. Especially with Kili. He loved to throw snow your way every moment you were not looking.

Your toes were freezing, your hand were red, and your ears felt as if they had been frozen solid. To say Fili had been a saint, would have been an understatement.

“This is why I married you,” you sighed in bliss, throwing your head back against the tub, closing your eyes in comfort.

“Not for my good looks?” He teased.

In response, you looked at him, seated atop your bed, smiling at you. 

“It helped.” You stated through a wink, before nudging your head towards the water.

“All this hot water for me alone? Wont you join me?”

It had seemed that was all that was needed for Fili to shed his robes quickly, placing himself in front of you in the tub, a childish grin on his face.

“And all my walls Stood tall painted blue But I'll take 'em down, take 'em down And open up the door for you.”

You turned around in your seat, resting your back against Fili’s chest as your head found the crook of his neck. A low hum vibrated through his chest, sending shivers down your spine. A short, but apparent, flow of butterflies exploded in your stomach. Almost grinning in glee, you forced them down, simply grabbing one of his hands and wrapping it around your waist.

His fingers drew circles on your stomach, calming the shivers that had been sent through your system earlier. More humming escaped from him, only now it was less of a way to show contentment. He was humming a song.

You could not quite place it at first, merely enjoy it. But as he continued, the nostalgia suddenly hit you.

“And all I feel In my stomach is butterflies The beautiful kind, makin' up for lost time.”

Before you could even stop yourself from daydreaming, you found yourself in a shared bathing room. Across from you, sat your mother, lost in conversation with Dis, as both of them scrubbed a pile of clothes.

In the distance, you could hear the laughing, chatting and working of other dwarves, trying to find their comfort in their temporary home. It was no Erebor, but the people made it feel like one.

From your spot, you had a perfect vision of the mounding of the forest outside, and two smaller dwarflings who ran smock with their wooden swords.

The pair neared the hall swiftly, trudding their muddied shoes over the wooden floor, landing droplets on the washed clothes.

Dis had gasped, rising from her seat to scold the two. One ran away the second she turned around. The other stood there, staring at his mother in shame and sorrow.

“Takin' flight, makin' me feel like I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now I just wanna know you, know you, know you.”

You had bowed your head as Dis told the same lecture again, trying so desperately not to laugh at the situation. It was not that you thought it was funny when the younger princes got scolded, you thought it was funny how they never learned.

Your mother stifled a grin as well, returning to her own work as she handed you a second shirt, silently urging you to continue your washing.

You would have joined the two earlier today, but Dis had insisted on you coming along, and you liked her. Well; you liked Fili. And thus, you wanted his mother to like you. Dis knew, of course, but enjoyed your company nonetheless.

“'Cause all I know is we said, "Hello" And your eyes look like comin' home All I know is a simple name Everything has changed.”

Only seconds later he was placed on the floor next to you, having been handled half of his mother’s pile. His younger brother always got the lesser punishment, as he was still young. 

Fili pretended to hate them. If anything, it gave his mother reason to set the two of you close to one another. He did not mind them. He had not stayed to protect his sibling, though he would later voice he did. He had stayed for you. He had planned out the punishment long ago.

He did not complain after sitting down, nor during the ordeal. No; he hummed. He looked almost peaceful. Even better; he seemed at complete and utter comfort.

That situation would happen more often than not. And it was always the same song that escaped the back of his throat. You reckoned his mother had taught him the tune, as you caught her singing it once or twice as well. But never as soothing as Fili did.

“All I know is you held the door And you'll be mine and I'll be yours All I know since yesterday Is everything has changed.”

The sunlight streaming through the opening of the doors, seemed to reflect on his hair just perfectly. It was almost as if he - quite literally - lit up the entire room. Dis had taken special pride in it, though she would never visibly show it.

But now, from the corner of your eye, you could see the light. You could see the luminations hitting the waters in a bright colour, and you found yourself having difficulties looking away.

You could not stare at him, you had told yourself. You were mere friends. He was of royal descent, and he was to marry a princess one day. Staring would not only be improper, but nigh impossible.

But you had stolen one glance. And even after so many looks at him, and so many laughs, this was that specific image you could never shake out of your mind. Each time you thought of him, be it in days, be it in years, you thought of that image.

“Come back and tell me why I'm feelin' like I've missed you all this time And meet me there tonight And let me know that it's not all in my mind.”

His eyes were focused: driven. Yet, he seemed absentminded. As if he were there, but not truly. He was daydreaming. His eyes wouldn’t betray him, but his posture would.

Your hands reached down into the tub of water, grabbing a handful of soap. Daring to shoot Fili one last glance, you flicked your hand on his direction, wetting his face.

“Hey!” He called, a grin on his face.

“You were dirty.” You laughed, returning to the shirt.

It was not long before soap landed in your hand, cascading down your arms. Gasping in shock, you glared at Fili, before offering him a mischievous look.

“I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now I just wanna know you, know you, know you.”

However the boy was clean now, the laundry hall had turned into one big mess. One you figured would dry on its own. It was merely wood, and you were merely a child.

After being dismissed by your mother, the two of you abandoned the robes, and took off running into the woods. Your once white dress had now turned brown and green at the edges, the colour of dirt and grass nearly stitched into it.

You had run back home with sticks pointing out of your hair, and Fili’s hair all curled up after the loss of his braids. Your mother had set the both of you down at the fireplace after cleaning you, humming you that low tune Fili and Dis seemed to know. 

The scent of fresh laundry had hit your nose as you snuggled into your sleeping shirt, Fili seated beside with his cleaned robes as well.

“All I know is we said, "Hello" Your eyes look like comin' home All I know is a simple name And everything has changed.”

That same smell hit your nostrils as you were ripped from your daydream. You grabbed your husband’s fingers, toying with the rings at the edges of them.

“What were you thinking of, Azyûngel?” He voiced, placing a kiss on your shoulder blade.

You closed your eyes in content upon the notion, sinking into his arms even more.

“How did you know I trailed off?” You wondered aloud, a teasing edge to your voice. One Fili seemed to catch.

“You kept staring at a specific dent in the wall,” he pointed out through a chuckle. “I reckon it’s been there for ages. It could not have captured your attention.”

Curse him and his thoughtfulness.

“All I know is you held the door You'll be mine and I'll be yours All I know since yesterday Is everything has changed.”

“That hum,” you confessed. “It brought me back.”

Fili remained silent for a moment, letting the words sink in as he returned to the soothing patterns on your stomach.

“To where?”

“The laundry hall.”

A low chuckle came from him, his arms pulling you closer to him. Tighter, but not uncomfortable.

“There were many moments we spent there.”

“And you hummed all of them.” You remarked, turning your head slightly, as to face him better. “You never told me where it came from.”

“All I know is we said, "Hello" So dust off your highest hopes All I know is pouring rain And everything has changed.”

Again, a short silence took over. Not one pondering one, no. He was staring at you, but not in hesitance. No. He was staring at you in admiration.

“Home.” He spoke solemnly. “My mother sang it to me and Kili as a lullaby. She learned it from her mother, and she from hers.”

You smiled, placing a soft kiss on the bottom of his chin, before returning to your seat. 

“Does it have lyrics?” You asked him, closing your eyes in contentment.

“Not that I am aware of.” Was his answer. 

“All I know is a new found grace All my days, I'll know your face All I know since yesterday.”

That night, as you laid beside him, that same him escaped him. Only now, he knew you had listened to it. You had memorised every bit of it since you were a child. And now he knew.

A new sense of longing filled him. He seemed content, knowing you had noticed the song, but something was missing. He had the love he had been looking for his entire life. The story his mother had told him countless nights. 

But still, something was missing.

As he turned around on his side, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your back into his stomach. His body spooned you as his fingers subconsciously ran back to your stomach, twirling soothing circles.

‘She learned it from her mother, who learned it from hers.’

And now, you knew the tune.

“Is everything has changed.”

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[blairsanne]

Try Therapy - Part 3: Good Practice

For the Deano Bingo 2022 event! (Parts 1 & 2)

The Brokenwood Mysteries - Barnaby Buchanan & Reader 1790 words

Summary: You go to a pub with Barnaby to talk about Betty's care, but the rain puts a damper on things. When you're forced to accept a ride home, Barnaby learns something that makes him feel a little closer to you.

CW: Mentions of therapy, ombrophobia, claustophobia, anxiety/panic attacks, breathing techniques.

You were seated in a large, but nearly-empty pub, across from Barnaby.

You had turned down a few invitations to tea in his home over the last week or two, but he’d been delighted by your invitation to meet on one of your days off. That had flattered you, though for Barnaby it was as much excitement over socializing as it was over being able to tell his therapist that he was making ‘progress’.

The conversation had started with Barnaby asking you about various hobbies. To your surprise, Barnaby was very well-read, and you’d bonded over a mutual love of a certain author. He even offered to lend you a novel you hadn’t read yet.

Eventually you had steered the conversation to what you’d actually wanted to discuss; his ‘wife’.

You had just finished going over why you thought it would be a good idea to lunge Betty, especially given that she was never ridden. Barnaby had been attentive at first, but gradually grew more distracted, fidgeting with nervous energy.

You’d chosen the table nearest the emergency exit, which happened to also be close to the large windows that displayed the soft rain that had started up outside. The soft taps of the droplets seemed to grate on his nerves, and you watched him flinch periodically at the sound.

“That all sounds fine. I’m sure she’ll en-n-joy that.” He winced, looking out the window like he might weep at the sight.

You glanced out at the drizzle, feeling a deep pang of guilt for making him come out to meet you. “Great. I’m sure she’ll be happier and healthier with that added to the routine.” You watched his mouth as it twitched before settling into a faint smile. He met your gaze and nodded, trying to force himself to focus on the conversation. “That’s good. That’s- That’s all I want for her.”

You smiled, affection spreading like warmth in your chest. “Yeah, I know.”

He raised his brows slightly, looking at you with a sort of relief for a moment. It wasn’t common for him to hear such positive regard in the voice of the person he was speaking with, and he made a mental note to add this interaction to his journal later.

“Thank you.” He tilted his head, a wincing smile on his sweet face. “You’ve been exceptionally kind to us.”

“Oh, no- It’s my pleasure, really.” You shook your head, feeling the praise unwarranted. You smiled, thinking of how nice the arrangement had truly turned out to be. “Betty’s wonderful.”

Barnaby pursed his lips, trying to temper the grin on his face as he understood the genuine goodwill in your tone.

Your smile widened as you made eye contact with him. “And so are you.”

“And you,” he offered, nodding.

You felt your shoulders raising, and looked down, unsure how to respond to the compliment.

He stared at you for a beat, thinking the bashfulness in your features was cute; the way you looked both flattered and embarrassed by the compliment adorable.

He blinked erratically as he recalled a memory of Elizabeth sitting opposite him, reacting in a similar way to something he’d said to her. It made him feel sick in his stomach for reasons he couldn’t place and he tapped the table’s edge.

“I should really get home. Betty- she- she gets anxious, so… So I should get going now.” “Of course. Thank you for meeting with me.” Barnaby nodded. “Mm. Yes.”

He glanced at the window and you watched as his face fell again. “Rain,” he breathed.

“Good job you brought your umbrella,” you offered lightly, gesturing at its handle hooked on the back of his chair. Then you sighed, realizing you were about to get soaked. “I rode my bike.”

“I could- er- I brought my car, so- if we hurried, I could give you a lift?” He blinked hard, swallowing down his anxiety about leaving Betty longer than strictly necessary.

“Oh, that’s okay. I don’t mind cycling home.” “But it’s raining.” “Yes-” “You’ll get- It’s- It’s raining, so you’ll get wet.”

You could see from his rapid blinking and the way he tensed his hands that this thought bothered him, though you couldn’t fathom why he’d care if you got wet.

“She’ll be right. Really, Barnaby. And I don’t want to keep you.” “Then you should take the umbrella.” “No, I don’t need-” “You’ll get wet-” “I can’t hold it and ride my bike-” “But it’s raining- so-” “Barnaby-” “Please, will you just take-” “But then you’ll get wet-”

“Please?” He was breathing heavily now, his lips trembling though he had pursed them tightly.

You let out a small sigh. You hated seeing him worked up.

“Maybe a ride home would be fine,” you conceded. It’s not far, and Barnaby's here. How bad could it be?

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Famous last thoughts, you scolded yourself shortly, as you shut the passenger door. You’d loaded your bike into the back seat at his insistence, and you could already feel your pulse increasing as you buckled yourself in.

You had agreed mainly to appease Barnaby, but now your claustrophobia was setting in.

You folded your hands in your lap and tensed, telling yourself it wouldn’t be long. It’s fine. Everything’s going to be alright.

As the car started moving, the rumbling beneath you made you feel sick and you closed your eyes, trying to push intrusive memories from your mind.

Barnaby noticed your distress, trying to keep his eyes on the road but distracted by your obvious discomfort.

“Are you alright?” “Mm,” you lied. “Just fine.” “Y-you don’t seem fine.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you breathed. “We’re just in a car.” “I-” Barnaby hummed, then decided he was too distracted to focus on the road. He pulled over and shut the engine off.

You opened your eyes and looked over to see him studying your face with a deep frown.

He was at a complete loss. He’d seen people in distress before, but he didn’t understand how he’d caused it in you. And he was sure that somehow it was something he’d done. “What’s happening?”

“It’s okay. Really! I know I’m not-” You caught yourself speaking too fast and high pitched, and you looked down, intentionally taking a deep breath to calm your voice. “I know I’m not trapped in here, and- That I’m safe. I just have to stay calm and get through it.”

You shut your eyes and started a specific breathing technique that Barnaby instantly recognized. It was something his therapist had taught him to help with anxiety.

He reached out hesitantly, retracting his hand before finally placing it over yours on your lap. “You’re sure you’re alright? I won’t be offended.”

When you opened your eyes to look up at him, you saw something new in his. A sort of sympathetic recognition that told you that he had definitely noticed how messed up you were. Only instead of judging you for it, he was looking at you like an equal; someone he could help in return.

“I’m claustrophobic,” you whispered, rubbing your other hand on your thigh in a self-soothing way.

Barnaby raised his brows and blinked, processing this. It suddenly explained you not wanting a lift home, your insistence on sitting near the door, your panic to leave after fixing his sink and your refusal to join him for tea.

“Oh, I’m- I’m sorry I didn’t realize. And here I’ve f-f-forced you into my car.” “It’s okay!” You tried to reassure him, your voice sounding panicked. “I’m getting better at being in cars, it’s good practice.”

“Is there- Does anything help?” “Normally having the window open helps, but it’s raining.”

Barnaby hummed in discomfort, contemplating offering to let you open the window, but quite opposed to the idea internally. He moved his hands back to the wheel, and you watched his fingers splay out before settling on it again.

“Since the whole point of getting a lift was to not be rained on, opening the window now would be quite foolish,” you added. You clocked the way his shoulders eased in relief. “Quite right.”

“But- could we get going? The longer we just sit here, the longer I have to be in the car.” “Right!” He gestured with his hands in frustration with himself. “Of course. Of course w-w-we’ll go now.”

You continued your practiced breathing as you watched him get you back onto the road. He still looked stressed as he drove, but there was a focus behind his expression now instead of the chaos that had been there when his only thought was to get out of the wet as quickly as possible.

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To the immense relief of you both, the rain completely faded away by the time you arrived at your place.

You pulled your bike out of the back seat and stood next to his car awkwardly. “Thank you. For the meeting and the lift home.” He nodded. “Right. Of course.” “And… for not calling me a mental case when I got stressed.” “No! I would never.”

You smiled at his earnest reassurance. “Most people aren’t so understanding. So… truly. Thank you, Barnaby.”

He felt a new sort of kinship to you; similar to how he felt about the other Deschler Clinic patients, but different somehow as well. Maybe you didn’t know exactly what each other had gone through, but you were both pushing through your own struggles. He wondered if that’s why you never looked at him like he was a crazy person.

He grinned back warmly. “Ah. Us mental cases ought to stick together.” He frowned. “No- Sorry- I’m not saying that you’re a-”

You laughed. “At least I’m in good company.”

It was nice, you thought, that he knew now. You were always hesitant to tell people because you knew how people downplayed it, or expected you to just turn off your panic response when it came up at inconvenient times. Even without knowing what was causing it, Barnaby had stopped everything to check that you were alright and try to make things better.

He’s a good man, you thought, staring up at his blue eyes magnified by the rounded lenses of his glasses. How anyone could have thought he’d hurt Jakob Deschler was wild to you.

Barnaby swallowed as you continued to stare at him, something about the look on your face stirring up old memories he’d long put away.

He let out a nervous laugh. “Right. W-w-well I should get going now.” He swallowed. “Betty’s waiting.”

You nodded. “Night Barnaby.” “Good night.”

He climbed into the driver's seat and watched through the windshield as you made your way inside. He fidgeted with his wedding band before starting up the engine to head home.

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[laurfilijames]

Thirsty

Pairing: Anders Johnson x female reader

Words: 2,492

Warnings: rated E, 18+. Smut. Alcohol consumption, slightly drunk sex. Unprotected M/F intercourse.

Summary: You and Anders attend a birthday party for Mike at Michele's house and can't keep your hands off each other, resulting in a passionate quickie in the powder room.

A/N: Anders drinking beer is a whole kink in itself which is why this little fic was created. I was overdue for writing some smut, so here it is. He makes me thirsty. I also didn’t make Mike a total villain in this for once!

All gifs used courtesy of @jprgirl thank you again!

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You sat on Michele's couch, not at all paying attention to the conversation happening around you, distracted and solely focused on Anders standing across the room who was looking so sexy without even trying to be.

Naturally, Stacey and Michele were bickering, Ingrid trying her best to play peacekeeper to them, but it all fell away as you watched him, your Bragi, leaning against the kitchen island like he owned it, taking sips from his beer as he joked with Ty.

Subconsciously, you pulled your bottom lip in your teeth each time you watched him swig from the green bottle and lick his lips, feeling more keen than ever to have his mouth on yours, imagining the cool wetness from the beer transferring onto your tongue.

You recrossed your legs and sat up straighter, doing everything in your mortal being not to cross the room and kiss him in front of everybody, but when he glanced over at you and gave you a crooked grin, a very audible moan escaped you as you exhaled with a fresh wave of longing.

Michele looked over at you with a cocked eyebrow, and you cleared your throat in an attempt to play it off as something else, shrugging your shoulders in an answer to her unasked question as you placed your own bottle of beer to your lips.

You looked around the open-concept living space, perfectly decorated to Michele's modern taste, taking in the Johnson family and their extended members, all appearing to be having a great time celebrating Mike's birthday. Anders' laugh resounded through the room at something Olaf said, and you smiled at how much he seemed to enjoy himself despite his many complaints in the car on the way here. Even Mike was smiling and laughing, sharing a moment with Axl before his eyes met yours and he walked over to see you.

"Happy Birthday, Mike," you wished him, smiling up at the oldest of the brothers who always was kind to you despite how poorly he usually treated Anders.

"Ta," he smiled, taking a drink of his beer, pointing at your nearly empty bottle as he swallowed. "Looks like you could use a refill."

You turned the bottle in your hand to confirm you definitely were in need of another one, especially if a conversation with him was going to continue.

"Umm, yeah I suppose I do.'

"I'll get you one," Mike offered, going to turn away toward the kitchen but stopping when you spoke.

"No, no, it's alright, I'll grab it. Thank you though, Looks like Anders could use a fresh one too," you explained, giving him a simple smile as you stood from the couch and walked over to the god you were desperate to get your hands on.

"Mm, hello, gorgeous." He greeted you with a mischievous grin after draining his beer, his arm automatically wrapping around your waist to pull you against him.

"Hi," you replied, feeling a warmth spread over you that was hard to determine if it was born out of lust or the slight buzz you had going, reaching across to place your empty on the counter, your face coming inches from his in the process.

His eyes flickered back and forth from your lips to your eyes, and you felt your heartbeat quicken as he inhaled deeply, his hands moving to grip your hips in a possessive hold.

"Are you thirsty?" you asked, your voice dripping with insinuation, your arousal spiking when you saw your question raise a subtle reaction in him; his eyes gleaming and dimples deepening as the corners of his mouth turned upward.

"Yes, very," he nodded, chuckling out and pulling his lip into his teeth to bite it in restraint.

Somehow you managed to peel yourself away from him and sauntered to the fridge to pull out two beers, his searing gaze burning into your backside.

"Anders, I'll remind you that this is a family birthday party," you heard Olaf comment in his relaxed tone, turning around to see him and Ty exchanging exhausted looks that went ignored by Anders who looked at you with worshipful eyes. You couldn't care less, holding his stare as you uncapped both beers and walked back over to him, placing one of the bottles that dripped with condensation in his hand, your fingers brushing against each other which only ignited more desire in you. He took a sip and licked the drop from his lip that didn't make it into his mouth, continuing to stare at you like he was scheming something. It always felt as though you were the only two people in the room when he looked at you that way, and a familiar sense of euphoria overcame you as everything else washed away.

"Thank you," he said, leaning forward to capture your lips in a long, but gentle kiss, his free hand reaching up to cradle your cheek. When he broke your kiss his hand stayed where it was, holding you close to his face, and he moved his head to whisper in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "I'll be sure to properly thank you soon, though," he promised, making your grip on your beer tighten.

You smiled when he pulled away from you, "I only got you a beer, Anders."

"Hmm, and I shall repay your generosity any way I see fit."

Giving him a knowing look, you stood trying to decide if remaining beside him was a wise choice or not, the proximity of your bodies coaxing you into wanting to take his lead in misbehaving.

Then he smirked at you, which only increased your craving. "You want it," he teased, squinting as he took another sip of his lager.

You inhaled deeply, somehow making your legs move, and walked back over to the living room, needing to put some distance between you despite not wanting to, so desperately wanting everything he was silently suggesting instead.

Over an hour and many more consumed drinks later, your plan to keep away from Anders was failing miserably. He found every excuse to be near you; rubbing up against you, placing discreet kisses on you any place he could, his hands roaming your body in ways that had your eyes closing, dreaming of being alone where he could have you any way he wanted, but the party was still going strong. Pretty much everyone had gravitated outside now to enjoy the nice weather, and you hated the thought of leaving Michele with such a mess to clean up at the end of the night.

You sighed out in slight frustration, choosing to distract yourself from your salacious thoughts by collecting some empties and used glasses off of the coffee table to take them into the kitchen. The buzz you had wasn't helping your case, and even as you started plunking the empty bottles into the cardboard box on the counter, your mind continued to seduce you. While you found yourself wanting Anders all the time, the simple fact that you couldn't have him now was driving you insane. You squirmed where you stood, feeling that wonderful ache deep in your core, and you shut your eyes and focused on your breathing.

Footsteps coming into the kitchen made them fly open again, and you turned to see Anders leaning against the doorframe, watching you with a playfulness in his eyes as he placed the bottle he held to his lips.

Could he possibly look any more seductive, you thought, watching him smile as he took a few steps to close the space between you, swinging the bottle in his hand before placing it in the box and bracing his arms to form a bridge between the counter and the island, blocking your path.

No words were needed as you crashed against each other, colliding in an urgent kiss, the taste of him everything you needed to quench your thirst.

The sound of glass clinking together mixed in with both of your heavy, wanting breaths, the box being pushed to the side and nearly off the edge as Anders pressed you against the counter, making you lean back into the hard surface, but not as much as your body moved into his.

You moaned into him, rubbing yourself against the hardness in his pants, your fingers tangling in his hair as his lips trailed down to kiss your neck. You were so lost in the moment, ready to succumb to him right there, but not enough to miss the sound of someone walking into the room.

His mouth parted from your tingling skin and Anders whipped his head around to see Axl standing awkwardly in the doorway, his hands held up in the air in defence before turning on his heel to walk out.

"I saw nothing!" you heard him call, making both you and Anders laugh against each other.

"Fuck, I want you!" he hissed, nipping at the skin under your jaw that made you press your hands against his chest to push him off of you.

"I know, but this isn't exactly the time or place, is it?"

Anders growled and put his hands on his waist, glaring at you with dark eyes.

"Says who?"

"It's your brother's birthday! I don't think Mike, or Michele, would be too pleased to find us at it in the middle of his party." You smoothed your hands over his chest and tipped your head to the side as you looked at his pouting face. "Plus, he seems to be happy and you two are getting along for once."

"Ah, he could do with a reason to scowl," he said, once again leaning close to you.

"Anders…" you warned, even though you didn't really mean it.

"Mike always gets what he wants. Let me get what I want."

His eyes bore into you and you officially lost all hope of not giving in, your lust for him out-bidding any reasoning you had left, equally as drunk on him as you were the beer. His lips connected with yours again, his tongue demanding entrance and you happily obliged, knowing there was no use in trying to hold back any longer.

Anders gripped under your thighs to pull your legs up around his waist, moving to carry you to the bathroom beside the kitchen. After bumping into a few walls, you finally made it inside and he shut and locked the door behind you, turning around with a ferocious look that excited you and made your core throb with arousal.

Both of you made quick work to remove your pants, and once they were forgotten on the floor, Anders grabbed your waist and lifted you up onto the vanity, standing between your legs and meeting you in a sloppy kiss once more. You hurriedly unfasted as many buttons on his shirt as you could while he pulled off his boxers, feeling his cock spring free to nudge against your dampened panties. Your shirt was swiftly removed up over your head, and when Anders' hands were freed again he hooked his fingers in the waist of your thong and peeled it down your legs. That sensation was enough to draw out a long moan from you, spreading your legs apart for him to gain access to the place you needed him most.

"You didn't need much convincing, did you?" he said in a cheeky tone, rubbing the leaky head of his engorged cock through your slick folds, grunting as you gasped out, pushing inside to stretch you out perfectly.

"Fuck, Anders," you whined, clawing into his shoulder as you scooted forward to the edge of the vanity, taking all of him in until he filled you completely. He didn't waste any time in finding a relentless pace in his thrusts, his eagerness to coax out your pent-up pleasure that matched his being his only goal.

Footsteps were heard just outside the door, someone having come into the kitchen to get more drinks from the sound of it, and Anders grinned at you with an ardent expression; spurred on by the fact that your secret remained unknown to anyone but the two of you. Doing your best to contain your mewling, your head tipped back against the mirror and you bit your lip, continuing to roll your hips as Anders refused to let up.

Your clit rubbed and hit his belly with each movement, the coarse hairs aiding in the ascent to your peak, and you marveled once again at his ability to make you come so quickly.

"Don't come yet, baby," he panted beside your ear, his breath hot on your neck. "Wait for me."

His request only brought you closer to your end, your orgasm bubbling to the surface in an imminent threat as you glided back and forth on his length.

Your hands grabbed at anything they could make purchase on to try to slow your climax down; your fingers weaved through his hair, raked down his back as his muscles flexed with his rough movements - you even tore at the wall beside you - but none of it did anything to keep you grounded. Anders gave a few more deep and powerful thrusts, your hips meeting his rhythm each time, and as you began to clench tightly around him he reached a hand up to hold your face to his, kissing you hard to drown out your oncoming cries of ecstasy. He swallowed every scream, muffling your song to prevent anyone from hearing as you shuddered through your high and milked out his own. He groaned into your mouth with an unhinged, guttural sound, barely able to contain his pleasure as he pulsed into you, his hot, white ropes coating your spasming walls.

He stayed inside you, relishing in the bliss of what your bodies created together, still kissing you. It was slower this time, his tongue carefully wrapping around yours, no longer pressing his mouth onto yours forcefully, instead tender and gentle in the aftermath of your passion. His hand still held your cheek and the other found its way to the other side of your face, this act of affection making your head spin more than it already was from the drinks and quick, but intense sex.

You hummed into his mouth, happy to be lost in your own moment where no one else existed outside the small powder room.

Anders slowly broke the seal of your lips, peeling away from you to look at you with an adoration in his eyes that made your stomach flip, his thumbs rubbing back and forth over your flushed cheeks that pulled up as you smiled weakly at him.

His words were low and scratchy when he spoke, the effects of his fervent need for you and the beer you could still taste on him lingering on his voice, and you knew he wasn’t nearly done with you yet.

"I think we should go home now."

———

Anders Taglist:

@guardianofrivendell @linasofia @legolaslovely @enchantzz @the-poldarkian @midearthwritings @i-did-not-mean-to @blairsanne @sketch-and-write-lover @lathalea @faeriefics

#anders johnson #the almighty johnsons #anders johnson smut #anders johnson x female reader #anders #anders smut #the almighty johnsons fanfic #dean o’gorman

[somewhereinimagination]

I guess

So I decided to write a fic, but I have no idea if it’s any good. English isn’t my first language, so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes. 

Word count: 1169 Pairing: Dean x Reader x Aidan Warnings: None, just Aidan Turner Y/N = Your Name; Y/L/N = Your Last Name ______________________________________________________________

You were watching a series on Netflix, when suddenly your phone rang. A smile brightened your face when you saw it was Dean.    ‘Good morning, Dean!’    ‘Good evening, Y/N,’ he replied.    ‘How are you?’    ‘Great, as always. Do you happen to have your laptop with you?’    ‘Yes, I’m watching a series.’    ‘Good. Open your e-mail.’ With a frown, you did what he asked, wondering what he was up to. The sound of a new mail drew your attention. It contained a plane ticket to New-Zealand, for tomorrow. You giggled. ‘Are you serious?’    ‘Deadly serious. I need you for a shoot.’    ‘Will you pick me up at the airport?’    ‘Of course. I always pick you up at the airport.’    ‘Well, see you in New-Zealand. Love you!’    ‘Love you too, Y/N! Have a safe flight.’ He ended the conversation and you rolled from your bed. You and Dean were good friends, although you lived in England and he on the other side of the world. A few times a year he needed you for a photoshoot, something you loved dearly. You started to pack your suitcase, imagining what kind of shoot it would be. ______________________________________________________________

While Dean was driving to his house and the studio, the two of you were having the conversations you had missed so much when you were home. Too soon you saw his house and he slowed down.    ‘I have a surprise for you,’ he said with a mischievous smile. You frowned and gave him a questioning look.    ‘You won’t be alone during this shoot, but you’ll see your college when you’re in the studio. Sarah will do your hair and make-up while I fix everything.    ‘Now you’ve made me very curious, Dean O’Gorman! But first I’ll go and see your lovely wife.’ You knew the way to Sarah’s place and waved Dean goodbye. ______________________________________________________________

After Sarah had done your hair and make-up, she gave you a beautiful dress. It fitted your body perfectly and made you look like a goddess.    ‘I have to go now, but I’m sure you will be in good hands.’ Even Sarah didn’t want to say anything about Dean’s secret, so just gave up and waited patiently until you could finely see the surprise, whoever it was. You walked to the studio, trying not to trip over your dress. Dean was already waiting for you, but he was still alone.    ‘Well, Aidan, I think you can come out now,’ he grinned. You blinked a few times in amazement. Aidan? Aidan Turner?! With a stunned look on your face you witnessed how Aidan Turner walked into the room, wearing a beautiful suit that made him even more handsome. His curly hair looked like it needed to be touched by you, but you managed to keep a straight face. Although he was one of Dean’s best friends, you didn’t know him. Except for all the hours you had watched him on screen. You always thought Dean didn’t know you had a crush on his friend, but it seemed he caught you.    ‘Hi, I’m Aidan. Aidan Turner.’    ‘Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.’ You shook hands and both looked expectantly to Dean, who would give you instructions.    ‘First I want you two to act like you’re in love. Hold each other or something, do whatever you want, I’ll just start shooting and leave it to the wonderful actors you both are.’ Aidan smiled kindly to you and carefully grabbed your waist. You placed your right hand on his shoulder and the left one on his arm. Your eyes found his and you kept staring at each other with a cheeky grin.    ‘Perfect. We just started and you are already doing great. I’m sure the magazine will be happy,’ Dean said. And you were sure this would be one of the happiest moments of your life. ______________________________________________________________

The next day in the evening, Dean had brought you and Aidan to a hotel near the airport. After the shoot, they had told you everything about their adventures while filming the Hobbit, but now you both had to go home. The airplane would leave somewhere in the morning and you and Aidan had suggested to sleep in a hotel, so Dean and Sarah wouldn’t have to wake up very early to drive the two of you to the airport. Your heart had leapt a little when you found out your room was next to Aidan’s. You wished each other goodnight and disappeared into your rooms.  When you finally stationed yourself in bed, you found out that the air-conditioning blew freezing air right at your face. You shivered and made a wrap of your blanket, but it didn’t work. It was still way too cold to sleep. Now there were two things you could do. Look at the air-conditioning and try to fix it, what would make you wide awake, or visit your neighbour. You chose the second option and got out of your bed, blanket still wrapped around you. On tiptoes, trying not to wake any other guests, you opened your door and snuck to Aidan’s door. You knocked softly, hoping he was still awake.    ‘Who’s there?’ he asked.    ‘Me, Y/N.’ You heard some rustling of blankets, followed by footsteps. He opened the door and looked to you with a questioning look on his face. When he saw your blanket, a smile brightened his face, which made you swoon.    ‘I guess you’re air-conditioning is blowing ice cold air as well?’ You nodded. ‘Yeah, I thought maybe you have some place left for me. I actually hoped for a good night’s sleep, because I’m not able to sleep on the plane and I’m quite tired.’    ‘Same here. Mine’s broke too and I can’t fix it. I guess that means we have to keep each other warm.’ You were glad it was quite dark, because your cheeks were bright red.    ‘Sounds like a plan,’ you yawned. He stepped out of the way and closed the door behind you. With small steps you walked to the bed. You weren’t dreaming, were you? You were about to sleep in one bed with Aidan Turner. And he was going to keep you warm. You and Aidan climbed onto the bed and lied down. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your head.    ‘I guess I fell in love with you yesterday,’ he whispered.    ‘I guess I fell in love with you the first time I saw you on TV,’ you confessed with a grin. He smiled and stroke your back. ‘I guess you won’t mind to travel a bit further than England and stay with me in Ireland for a while. We definitely should get to know each other better.’    ‘I guess that sounds like a perfect plan,’ you giggled. You felt his face near yours and kissed him on his lips. The stubble on his face scratched your skin and caused goose bumps over your whole body. He kissed you back and kept stroking your bare arms. This definitely also was one of the happiest moments of your life.

#Aidan Turner #Dean O'Gorman #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader x Aidan #reader x Dean #the Hobbit

[ally-holmes]

I’ve written eight works for the Deanobingo2023. I like this thing of preparing and writing things without posting them immediately. On the other hand, I wanted to write something lighthearted with Will Johnson x Reader. Then I watched the show (although only the season in which Dean O’Gorman appears) and the story had made a one-eighty. Now I’m deep in trauma, blood, and angst. Why?? 

By the way, if you want to participate, go to @deanobingo to take a look at the bingo cards. It starts next month!!!

#deanobingo2023 #Dean O'Gorman #dean ogorman #will johnson #wanted #that writer's problem when the characters and the plot do whatever they want without paying attention to what you pretended

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

Weak

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2zE0rdD

by TheFireInHerEyes

Reader is left in a bar after her boyfriend picks up another woman in front of her. Wanting to drown her sorrows in a bottomless bottle of tequila, whiskey and vodka, she starts drinking alone. From there, she meets Dean O’Gorman and they hit it off.

(Summary isn’t that good)

Words: 644, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: New Zealand Actor RPF, Actor RPF, The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Dean O'Gorman, Aidan Turner, Richard Armitage, Original Female Character(s), Reader, Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien)

Relationships: Dean O'Gorman/Original Female Character(s), Dean O'Gorman/Reader, Dean O'Gorman/Everyone, Dean O'Gorman & Original Female Character(s), Dean O' Gorman/Original Character(s), Dean O'Gorman/Aidan Turner/Original Female Character(s), Dean O'Gorman/Aidan Turner/Reader

Additional Tags: Actor x reader, dean o’gorman X reader, reader x actor, Original Character(s), Original Female Character - Freeform, Love, Friends to Lovers, Friendship/Love, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Dean O’Gorman’s dimples

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2zE0rdD

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the hobbit