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Nothing Breaks Like A Heart

Summary: You finally confess your feelings to Bucky, hoping he might like you back. He turns you down.

Pairing: Bucky x Female!Avenger!reader

Genre: Angst, fluff

Warnings: Mentions of heavy drinking, no other significant warnings really without spoiling the plot 🤫

Word count: 6.5k

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Loving Bucky was like drinking honey. It was warm and comforting, sweet and overwhelming for your senses. You looked forward to seeing his face everyday and adored hearing him laugh, his whole face creasing when he doubled over at something funny you had said.

He had become an unlikely close ally since you joined the team. More than just a colleague. The time you’d spent together in the last year had been a defining period for you, as you had really grown to treasure his presence in your life.

God, the way this man made you feel. You didn’t think you’d ever be lucky enough to meet someone who would make you so happy.

It would be even better if you actually had the gall to tell him how you felt.

Being emotionally vulnerable was difficult. You wanted more, but it was scary. However, you recalled a piece of advice that one of your college professors had told you years ago, wise words which stuck with you. If you never try, the answer will always be no.

You had it set in your mind that you were going to tell him. You were, but maybe not today. You would wait for tomorrow. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Your inner turmoil was frustrating. You fought androids and aliens and god knows what else, but you were afraid of this?

It could mess everything up, you reasoned. If he didn’t return your feelings, then you would make everything awkward, and maybe you would lose him even as a friend. You didn't know if you could handle that.

Despite this, a tiny hopeful voice in your head told you that Bucky felt the same about you. The way he always looked for a reason to spend time with you, how he shared his deepest secrets with you. The way you always partnered up on missions, and how you always had each other's backs. The way he comforted you when you were sad, allowing you to cry on his chest, soothing fingers stroking your hair.

When you first joined the team, he had been the first one to properly befriend you. Your first encounter was in the kitchen, where you had ended up in the middle of the night after being unable to sleep.

You were shocked to see Bucky propped up on a breakfast stool at the kitchen island, book in hand. You had waved nervously at him, going over to the fridge to get a carton of chocolate milk.

“Can’t sleep?” he grunted. You glanced to see what it was reading, seeing 'The Hobbit' embossed in gold letters across a hardback cover.

“Yeah,” you said softly, tugging down at the hem of your sleep shirt. You hadn’t exchanged many words with him at this point, but he seemed friendly enough. “You want a glass?”

He contemplated for a second before he nodded. “Sure.”

You ended up sitting opposite each other, glasses of chocolate milk in hand.

“How come you’re awake?”

Bucky smiled wryly. “I have trouble sleeping.”

“Nightmares?”

“Something like that.”

You hummed to yourself, taking a sip of the sweet beverage. There was something childish but comforting about chocolate milk - you always used to have it with your mom when you were small.

“How you feeling?” Bucky asked, breaking the silence. “Settling in?”

You nodded, the grip around your glass tightening. “Yeah, kind of. Everyone’s nice.”

Bucky seemed to know that you wanted to say more, silently promoting you with his eyes to continue.

“Everybody seems very tight knit - I guess that makes me a bit nervous? Trying to fit in.” You looked down, chewing on your lower lip. "I've always had a bit of trouble with that."

“I get you,” Bucky said, eyes still observing you. They were the color of cobalt - stunning. “Don’t worry. I think you’ll do just fine.”

That was the first meeting, and since then, you had only grown closer to him. Your mid-night conversations were a frequent occurrence. At least once or twice a week, you’d find each other in the kitchen at ungodly hours. Over time, you had introduced other activities to pass the time - board games, watching TV shows, fun idle gossip. Each time, you were always accompanied by chocolate milk.

“My mom died when I was six,” you had told Bucky during one of your late night rendezvous, half a year into your time with the team. “I don’t have many memories of her, but I remember that whenever I was sick or sad, she would have chocolate milk with me. It always cheered me up.”

You exchanged nuggets of information about each others pasts, and soon, you were sure that Bucky knew enough about you to write your biography. You felt surprisingly fine, opening up to him about anything and everything.

The seasons passed in a flash, and it was suddenly the one year anniversary of your joining the team. You found Bucky in the kitchen once again, at 3AM on a Thursday. You had a smile ready on your face, though your limbs ached. They were littered with bruises and cuts from your latest mission, but seeing him put a bounce in your step.

Bucky was staring down at his phone, the glow illuminating his face in the semi-darkness. It was chiming loudly with notifications, his expression unreadable.

“What’s that?” you asked, making your presence known.

Bucky already had a glass of milk out for you. He placed his phone down, grimacing.

“Sam got me doing this online dating thing,” he said casually. Your smile fell, unable to hide your surprise. “Modern dating is kind of crazy. Women are so much bolder than in the 40s."

Online dating? What?

“I didn’t know you started online dating,” you said, trying to keep your voice light. You didn’t even know Bucky was Iooking to date. You were deflated - any hopes that Bucky returned your crush were promptly dashed. You tried to swallow your disappointment.

“I wasn’t, really,” he said. “I guess it’s not the worst idea, though.”

Damn you, Sam Wilson, you thought.

“You meet women in real life all the time,” you said, taking your usual seat across him. “No one catch your interest?” You played nonchalantly with your fingers, trying not to pick your nails - a nervous habit.

Bucky pursed his lips, eyes landing on you for a moment before he looked at the ceiling.

“Ah, I don’t know.”

“You met anyone nice so far?” you probed, your jealousy spiking.

“Early days,” he responded. He slid his phone across the surface of the island, showing you the dating app he had open. The girls were plentiful, all beautiful and clearly enthusiastic. Bucky’s inbox was full of flirtatious greetings, but you noticed he hadn’t yet responded to a single one.

“Hmm.” You struggled to keep your face neutral. You felt the sinking realization that he must have never thought of you that way. Otherwise, why would he be looking for someone when you were right there?

You couldn't focus properly on the conversation anymore, your mind racing as Bucky moved the topic onto something unrelated.

Fantasising about Bucky had been dangerous. You had spent so much time imagining the day you would finally confess, and he would reciprocate your feelings and you would have the happy relationship you yearned for. Even if you didn’t confess first, you were hoping he would.

Up until now, you had sometimes told yourself that Bucky was just being patient. That he was old-fashioned, so he was taking his time in courting you.

You realized now that you were simply never considered an option.

The next few weeks were torturous. Christmas was fast-approaching, but you were far from being in the festive mood. You had to put on a front with Bucky now, pretend everything was alright and not feel too tempted to ask about the progress of his dating life. Things were tough, and you were feeling unhappier day by day.

You had always known, deep down, that your feelings for him were more than just a crush, and had been for many months. It ached, the feeling of knowing your emotions were not returned.

One horrible part of you wondered why. Were you not sexy enough? Not smart enough? Not charming enough?

Maybe all of the above.

Seeing Bucky nowadays made you ache. You found yourself feeling sad whenever he cracked jokes with you, shared his thoughts with you, when the backs of his hands brushed against yours as you walked side by side.

He would find someone that he actually wanted to be with, to do all that and more. It wasn’t his fault, and you knew he had no idea that you were in so much pain, that he had single handedly eviscerated you.

Tony's Christmas party was a perfect opportunity to drown your sorrows. So cliché. You knew it was a bad idea, but that didn't stop you knocking back drink after drink by the bar, ignoring Natasha's requests to dance. After all, if all the Hollywood rom-coms you had watched were any indication, this was one of the key steps to getting over a guy.

The party was kicking off, and the room was spinning like a ride at a fairground. Your alcohol tolerance had always been low, and now you were paying for your actions. Your skin was burning hot and prickling, and you were struggling to walk straight. Although, this was exactly what you wanted - it was somehow cathartic, purging you of all the pent of frustration inside.

A dark figure appeared in your eye line. Your vision refocused until you realized who it was - your favorite, handsome face was looking very annoyed right now, mouth set in a firm line.

“You’re drunk,” Bucky stated, his voice filled with annoyance.

“Duh.”

“I’m taking you back to your room,” he said, his hand latching around your bicep.

“No,” you said indignantly, jerking away. Your face blanched at the sudden movement. “I don’t feel well."

Bucky rolled his eyes, opting to steer you towards the balcony instead for some fresh air. He shut the French doors behind you, allowing the silent night air to consume you, isolating the two of you from the crowd.

“Sit,” he said, gently helping you down onto a wrought iron bench. “What were you thinking? You know you can’t drink.”

“I know.”

“Something wrong?” Bucky knew that the answer was yes - there was no other reason for you to be drinking unless you were upset or mad.

“I wanted to forget,” you croaked, leaning your head back to get a proper look at him. The sight of him devastated you. He looked so beautiful, so far out of your reach.

“Forget what?”

You stared up at the ink black sky, at the stars. The night air was cool against your burning skin. Everything was quiet, save the sound of his breathing in your ear as he leaned close to you. In that intoxicated moment, you thought you had nothing to lose, forgetting that Bucky was truly your everything.

“How much I love you,” you whispered, tilting your head to look at him through beseeching eyes.

Bucky sucked in a breath of air. His entire stance became rigid at your words. The way you stared at him imploringly confirmed that he hadn’t misheard.

“How long?” He was frowning even as you gave him a trembling, sad smile.

“A long time.”

He raised his hand as if he wanted to touch you, but settled it back down on his thigh. Your face crumpled at his obvious discomfort.

“I don’t know what to say,” he breathed.

Those words alone were enough to make your throat tighten and the needles in your chest multiply ten-fold.

“Tell me you feel the same way,” you said suddenly. It was a plead. You hated how desperate you were in this moment, but you needed him to know how you felt, and you needed to know whether you had a chance. Call it liquid courage, but you felt like you had nothing to lose when you grasped one of his calloused hands in yours.

Bucky was silent for a long time, staring at you with sadness and regret in his eyes. You hated how uncomfortable you must’ve been making him. God, what were you thinking, burdening him with your feelings and putting him in this position? You scolded yourself mentally, feeling nauseous.

Your hand was tight around his, your knuckles white. With every silent second that passed, your fingers loosened, falling limp. His hand was warm, yet you had never felt so cold.

He pulled his hand free, clenching it into a fist.

“I’m sorry,” he said finally. Each word was a knife sinking into your chest. The realization hit you suddenly, thick and sour.

You felt bile rise in your throat. You stood up then, the floor shaking beneath you. You almost collapsed.

“Be careful - ”

“Oh god,” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut. “I’m sorry. I need to go.”

You darted away with surprising speed, wrenching the doors open and hurrying back inside the room. You ignored the sounds of him calling you as you rushed through the crowd, trying to put one foot steadily in front of you and praying you wouldn’t fall.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

You held the tears in until you returned to your bedroom, slamming the door shut. You bolted into the en-suite and fell onto your knees in front of the toilet, the acid in your throat finally seeing the surface as you vomited.

Your stomach heaved, emptying yourself of all its contents. But you couldn’t get rid of the horrible, cloying feeling in your gut that came with Bucky’s rejection.

You fell asleep on the bathroom floor, tear tracks on your face and fresh wound in your heart.

You were dreading seeing him the next morning. Thankfully, you arrived in the conference room before he did. The others were there already, gathered around the table. Sam took one look at you and snickered. You were dressed in black, hair in disarray and a pair of large sunglasses on your face.

“Someone had a bit too much fun last night,” he sang.

You grimaced, closing your eyes at the way his voice boomed in your overly sensitive ears. “Stop shouting,” you croaked.

Bucky entered a few minutes later. You kept your head down, refusing to look at him or otherwise acknowledge his presence. To the others, your hostility could be passed off as a result of your clear hangover. But the excruciating humiliation of your confession to him hung between the two of you, making you squirm in your seat.

You didn’t speak for the rest of the meeting, keeping your sunglasses on and staring stoically at Steve as he delivered the mission briefing. As soon as he dismissed the team, you jogged out of the room, but was accosted by Bucky in the hallway.

“Can we talk?” he asked loudly.

You didn’t want to make a scene. You put a fake smile on.

“Sure.” Your eyes were still swollen behind your dark shades as you tried not to let the sight of him bring out any more tears.

He led you into an empty room a few doors down. His face was set like stone, only the slightest crease in his forehead hinting at something akin to distress.

“I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings,” he said carefully.

“It’s okay.” You winced in discomfort, even just the sound of your own voice bringing you pain. You wondered if he had rehearsed a speech, to let you down easy.

“You should never drink that much again.” His voice was sharp, critical.

“I can take care of myself,” you said, taken aback by his tone.

“It’s not worth it,” he said, his attitude easing up. “I’m not worth it. I don’t want you to feel this way because of me."

You felt your shoulders sag. You felt so tired, defeated.

"I can't control the way I feel," you whispered.

Bucky kept a reasonable distance between the two of you, like he was afraid to go near you now that the pair of you were alone. You wished you could read his mind, know what he was thinking.

His next words were chilling. "You’re my friend, and I care a lot about you.”

The emphasis on the word ‘friend’ didn’t go unnoticed. The way he looked at you was orchestrated, pointed. He was letting you know, in no uncertain terms, what he wanted to say. You were almost grateful that he didn’t directly bring up how you had told him you loved him, as if to save you your last shred of dignity.

He stared at you now with such intensity, the meaning clear in the way he looked at you. We are just friends.

He was doing you a favour. Still, your heart shattered. Your hands were shaking. There it was again - that awful, stinging pain of rejection.

“Okay,” you said faintly.

“I'm sorry if I ever made you think that we could be anything more," he began. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.

“Let’s not do this,” you interrupted. If he kept speaking, you felt like you might die. You wished the ground would swallow you up.

Bucky licked his lips but remained silent.

“Please..." You hated how your voice shook. "I would really appreciate it if we could just move on. Let’s not bring this up again. It would really help me.”

Bucky folded his arms tightly across his chest, nodding stiffly.

“Okay.”

You backed away from him, grateful your eyes were hidden. You left the room and didn’t look back.

You managed to act normal around Bucky. Well, semi-normal. The rest of the team didn't even seem to notice anything was amiss - you still spoke to Bucky, managed to look at him as if the very sight didn't break your heart, kept a smile on your face.

But that was in front of them. For anything else which wasn't out of necessity or mission-related, you avoided interacting with him. When you woke up in the middle of the night, you no longer plodded into the kitchen, instead staying in your bed, sobbing and staring at the ceiling.

You no longer laughed and joked with him. You turned your attention to the others instead, talking to Steve and Clint and Natasha and whoever else was there, in a desperate attempt to hide the fact that you were trying to keep it together. You wanted to keep your mind distracted.

It was horrible.

Things would not be the same again, at least not for a little while. You needed time to make yourself get over him.

It was easier, when Bucky returned to the compound one night with a blonde on his arm. She was giggling and clinging onto him, and your heart sank when they stumbled into the elevator just as you were making your way to your floor.

You couldn't have been more shocked at the sight of them. Bucky had red prints all over his cheeks, and her lipstick was smeared. The smell of alcohol was in the air.

"You're not supposed to have civilians in here," was the only thing you managed to say, shock infiltrating your system. The blonde giggled.

"Oops."

Bucky only shrugged, his hand slipping into hers as the elevator rose. Your heart clenched.

He was doing this on purpose. He wanted to show you that he had no interest in you, leave you without any doubts. You didn’t know that Bucky had it in him, to be so cruel. If you weren't trying to hold back your tears, you would've almost felt impressed by his antics. The worst thing was, you truly understood why he was doing this.

You think you may have hated him in that moment.

The elevator doors dinged open, and you stumbled out. Tears began prickling in your eyes, and you were sure Bucky could see.

You didn't say anything as you marched to your room, the elevator doors sliding shut.

You had always been good at pretending. Pretending you were happy when you weren't, pretending you were calm when you were furious, pretending you knew the answer when you didn't.

Bucky saw past a lot of that. He could tell when you were lying, could see when you were holding back. He read you like an open book.

He was important to you, and still would be even if he had rejected your confession and rubbed the presence of another girl in your face. You told yourself that it was a good thing - he was performing a service, encouraging you to move on. Besides, he didn't owe you a thing. He could do whatever he wanted with anyone else.

You couldn't lie convincingly to yourself.

Bucky's birthday rolled around all too quickly. You had it marked in your calendar, though you would've remembered even without the reminder.

Despite your conflicted feelings, you wanted to get him a gift. You had planned the perfect one months ago and had enlisted Bruce's help in finding it. You still wanted to see the look on his face when he opened it.

Bucky roamed the hallways on your floor the morning of his birthday, frowning slightly when your bedroom door opened, Bruce appearing in the frame. He caught a glimpse of where you were perched on your bed, face flushed in mild excitement.

Bucky gave Bruce a smile which may have looked more like a grimace, the latter giving him a polite nod before continuing on. Your door swung inwards, but Bucky stuck a hand between it and the frame, poking his head through.

"What's that all about?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

You shuffled something behind your back. You hadn't spoken to Bucky much as of late, barely acknowledging any of the awkward encounters that had occurred in the past months, instead choosing to face him with a professional-politeness.

"Nothing," you said, not particularly aware of what it would look like to have Bruce emerge from your bedroom.

"Is something going on between you two?" he asked directly. He gave a laugh void of humor, the sound escaping him in a huff. "Do you have a thing for emotionally damaged men?" He gestured to himself with his vibranium arm.

The small smile on your lips fell. Anger simmered in your eyes.

How could he? How could he reduce his feelings for you to nothing and stomp on them like it was trash?

You stood and marched towards him, a wave of fury overcoming you, thrusting a wrapped parcel into his hands.

"He helped me get your present, actually. Happy birthday," you spat, watching as Bucky's mouth fell open silently. You pushed past him, unable to look him in the eyes, feeling your stomach twist.

Bucky remained rooted to the spot, fiddling with the wrapping paper hesitantly before he ripped it open.

It was a first edition copy of 'The Grapes of Wrath', excellent condition. The subject of Bucky's favorite books came up after your first encounter when you saw him reading 'The Hobbit'.

"Is it about angry grapes?" you had asked, confused when Bucky laughed. He promised he would buy it and lend you the book one day.

Bucky's ground his teeth, every cell in his body telling him to go after you. But, for all the reasons he had told himself since the day of your confession, he made himself stay put.

Bucky had missed out on a lot in his life since falling off that train in the Austrian Alps. His whole trajectory had changed, and instead of growing old in his century, he found himself in the 21st, thrust into the modern world and navigating his new life.

He always thought, back in the 40s, that he would meet a nice girl and settle down after the war. He would live in a cozy, tiny home and have three kids, maybe four.

He missed out on that and more - though he had been quite the playboy back in his time, he had never experienced true love. He had never met that one woman he would die for.

Bucky had commented off-hand once on how lucky Steve was to meet Peggy before he went into the ice. Steve had reminisced on that with a bittersweet smile, before telling him, you’ll find your Peggy.

Falling in love with you had blindsided him. At first, he viewed you as a friend, a sweet girl who he grew to trust.

Then, he realized that he was slowly being drawn to you, like magnets he couldn’t pull apart. He realized that everything you did was endearing, that you occupied his thought space all the time, that having you around helped him feel comfortable, safe.

You were young, determined, and so innocent. You were somebody who deserved someone as pure and good as you. You weren’t his Peggy - you were something more, so unique and unapologetically you, and he wanted you as his person so badly.

But you deserved someone good. Somebody like Steve, who stood for the best values and only acted for the good of mankind. Not someone morally-gray and jaded like Bucky.

He wanted someone to spend his life with, for sure. If he couldn’t have his idyllic life in the post-war period, then he still wanted to find a partner in this new, still-unfamiliar time.

You fit that profile. He wanted you.

But he would never forgive himself if he weighed you down with his sins.

When you told him you loved him, his heart had broke. He wanted to tell you how much he valued you, how he dreamed of kissing you. He wanted to be a part of your happy ending.

But how much of a happy ending could he really give you? Could he give you children, knowing they would always be in danger from his enemies? Could he give you a wedded, domestic life, when all he knew was how to fight and cause pain?

He had to make his sacrifice for the greater good. Even if he had to crush you, he had to do it.

Someone like Bucky wasn’t supposed to get happy endings. You were, but just not with him.

You couldn't stand to be around him anymore. It was affecting your concentration, your work. It reached a breaking point two weeks after Bucky's birthday, when you requested to speak to Steve privately.

"You want to leave?" he asked, his face appalled.

You nodded curtly. "You’ll still be able to contact me, if you really need me. But I don't think I can stay here anymore."

Steve didn't look as confused at your profession as you expected.

"Is this about Bucky?"

You cringed. God, did he know about everything that happened?

"I don't know what's going on between the two of you," he clarified quickly, "but I can see that something happened. He's not the same, either."

"I'm not in a good place right now," you admitted shamefully. "I'm not saying that this is goodbye forever, Steve. But for my own sanity, I think I need a break."

Steve heaved a sigh. "I know you wouldn't ask unless you really needed it. And you don't need my permission, you know."

"I know," you said, giving him a small smile. "But I just wanted to let you know that I'll be here whenever the team needs it. Emergencies only," you joked. "But for now I think I'll get out of here. Maybe go upstate."

"Have you told him?"

"Don't need to," you said, defensiveness creeping into your voice.

"I think he would like to know."

“We’re not really on speaking terms,” you said bluntly.

Steve clasped a heavy hand on your shoulder. He knew better than to argue. He was sure you’d figure things out for yourself, anyway. “I’ll miss you.”

Now that you had completed the professional courtesy, you decided that you would leave in a few days. You still had some matters to wrap up, and to say goodbye to your teammates. You loved them, and they deserved a proper farewell.

"This isn't goodbye," Nat had said sternly, pulling you into a tight hug. Her voice was quiet and soft in your ear as she whispered, "If you need me, I'll be there."

You squeezed her tight, threatening to tear up. "Thank you."

"Keep your ass out of trouble," Clint had said, winking at you. “And check in with us now and again, yeah?”

Sam was clearly unhappy about everything. And he definitely noticed that you had picked a day to make your announcement when Bucky was conveniently away from the compound.

"Am I gonna see you again?" he asked, raising his eyebrows after you'd embraced.

"Couldn't get rid of me if you tried," you promised, punching his arm.

You retired to your bedroom that night, sure that Bucky would hear the news later after he came back. You kept your phone switched off and door locked for the rest of the evening, making sure the your belongings were packed.

Just past midnight, you crept out of your room, duffel bag over your shoulder. You made your way through the compound, down the floors into the underground garage. Bucky's motorbike wasn't there - he still hadn't returned.

You were grateful. You climbed into your car, and tossed your belongings in the back. You had to stop thinking about him - if you let yourself do it for too long, you were afraid you wouldn’t be able to go.

With a heavy heart, you left this chapter of your life behind.

Your phone rang for days afterwards. Missed calls, voicemails left unanswered, texts left unread.

You couldn't bear to face him. If you pretended he didn't exist, maybe it would ease the pain.

You didn't know where you were driving to. You simply knew you had to get as far away as possible, clear your head. You were at a crossroads, and you needed to pull yourself together, but for now you would allow yourself to wallow.

You had been spending each night in a different motel. Wake up, drive, sleep. Wake up, drive, sleep. You wanted to put as much distance between yourself and Bucky Barnes as possible.

You had no idea how you had gotten everything so wrong. Did you really misinterpret the signals? Was every intimate moment between the two of you simply platonic?

You didn't want to feel so beat up over a guy, but he wasn't just any guy. He was the first man you had ever loved.

Life was funny, sometimes. You supposed that you couldn't always expect happy endings.

You kicked open the door of the latest motel, a bag of takeout in your hands. You noticed the dark, shadowy figure on your bed in an instant, your hand sliding to the dagger sheathed in your belt on reflex. Before your brain even had time to catch up with what you were seeing, you had aimed and launched it, shocked when a familiar voice rang out.

"Calm down, tiger," he rasped. The bedside light flicked on, and Bucky was suddenly there, twirling your dagger between his fingers. He tossed it to the side, letting it land on the carpet with a soft thud.

A week had passed since you last saw him. Seeing him sent an electrifying jolt straight through your core.

"What are you doing here?" you asked. You were shocked, but your first thought was that something terrible had happened. "Is it the team? Are they in danger?"

Bucky looked irate, his jaw clenching and unclenching. His hands were knotted together, worry hiding beneath his anger.

"I've been calling you for days. You left without saying goodbye. Hell, you left without saying anything." His voice was gruff and accusatory.

That gave you the answer you needed. The team were fine, and he was simply here to rant. You felt the initial shock of his appearance wear off.

He stood up and stepped towards you, and that was when you noticed the state he was in. His usually close shaven beard was slightly unkempt, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked worn out.

"Yeah," you retorted, "I kind of did that on purpose."

"Why?" His voice was a whisper. "Why would you do that?"

You were exasperated. You did not envision yourself having to explain your decisions to him. His appearance both delighted and depressed you. It was tiring, having these two sides battle each other whenever you saw him. Your love for him versus his heavy rejection.

"I can't be around you anymore," you admitted, your voice tight. "I thought I could, but I can't."

"Why the hell not?" he pressed stubbornly.

"You know why!" you cried out. "Why are you doing this to me, Bucky? I told you I loved you and, okay, you don't love me. Fair enough," you said, frustrated. "But to go out of your way to hurt me? Remind me that I'm nothing more than a friend? Bring other girls back to the compound so you can fuck them?"

Bucky flinched. "I never - "

"No!" you shouted, cutting him off. "You don't get to do this, Bucky." You felt wetness on your cheeks, and realized you were crying. It only made you more exasperated. "You don't get to tear my heart out of my chest and come here when I've been trying to get away from you."

He stormed up to you, hands reaching for you, but you batted him away.

"Don't!" Your hand hit his chest, barely moving him an inch. "Just stop! Please!" Your voice broke, and you shook with tears. The dam had broke, and seeing him here was just too much.

"Please don't cry," he pleaded, his face anguished.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, your voice breaking. "What do you want from me?"

Bucky looked so upset, taking another step forward, but you walked backwards until you hit the door.

"You don't want me," you exclaimed through your tears. You needed him to understand how much pain you were in just by seeing him. "You can't be here, Bucky. I can't look at you and remember how you just don't love me back."

Bucky pulled you into his arms, tightening them when you struggled. He was stronger than you - you had no choice but to become a prisoner against his chest. You were crying as you had many times before in his hold, but this time it felt different. Your heart was pounding and you were aching, wanting to melt into him but also aware of the anger and sadness flaring within you. It was torture.

"It hurts too much," you managed to get out through your wailing sobs.

He didn't say anything until you stilled. He let you cry, your tears soaking through his shirt. Your quiet sniffs and hiccups accompanied his words when he finally spoke.

"You weren't supposed to appear in my life," he said, his voice tense. "You weren't supposed to be so wonderful, so comforting. You made me feel so safe."

You didn't say anything, confusion rendering you temporarily speechless.

"I thought I was fine on my own. I've been a soldier all my life, just focusing on fighting everyone else's battles. And then I met you."

You had no idea where this was going as Bucky's arms seemed to tighten all the more around you.

"It felt...strange, how I wanted to kiss you. How I wanted you there, next to me, all the time.”

You looked up at Bucky, really taking in his exhausted eyes, his chapped lips, the way he was looking at you now with an exquisite softness.

"I felt like I was doing something wrong. I thought - I don't want to - ruin you," he said. "You are so young and have your whole future ahead of you and I didn't want to bring you down with all of me. My history, my demons, my baggage. And I ended up hurting you."

A spark of hope appeared, wanting to ignite into a flame. You expelled a shaky breath.

"Do you love me?" you asked, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he continued to hold you.

He nodded, his words like velvet. "How could I not? Of course I love you."

Of course, he said. But your insecurities prevailed, and you shook your head.

"You did a good job of hiding it," you said sadly.

Bucky closed his eyes regretfully.

"I know. I don't know what I was thinking. I thought if I could push you away, make you fall out of love with me, you would find someone worthy."

"What makes you think you're not worthy?" you retorted.

"Some days, I feel like no amount of good deeds I do can redeem me," he murmured.

"Bucky," you said slowly. "You're one of the best men I've ever known. Your heart is so kind."

"I'm sorry." He grasped one of your hands, brought it to his lips, kissing the back of your hand. "I'm sorry I hurt you. Part of me thought you would shrug, get over it and find someone else."

Your smile was full of sorrow. "Then you have no idea how much you truly mean to me.

Bucky cupped the side of your face. Seeing you in this state had truly been a wake up call for him. When he found out you had left the compound, all his resolve had crumbled. He realized that he had hurt you so deeply that you couldn’t physically be around him. That was when he knew that the connection between the two of you was too rare to let it slip, when he felt an immense pain at the idea of never seeing you again.

Having you in front of him now was heartbreaking. Your eyes were puffy, and you looked tired and so frail. He loved you, and you were supposed to take care of the people you loved. He swore on his life that he would dedicate himself to showing you what you really meant to him.

"When you asked me what I'm doing here," Bucky said, a hopeful smile on his face, "It's to tell you that I love you, so much. And I'm here to take you home."

You nodded, fresh tears filling your eyes, except this time they were borne from happiness.

"Let's go."

He had already packed your belongings for you, you realized when he released you to hoist your bags over his shoulder, which he had placed by the door. He paused, slipping his hand into his pocket and placing a tiny kid-sized carton into your hand. "Almost forgot. For the journey."

Chocolate milk.

You threw your arms around him, jumping to hook your legs around his hips. He dropped your bags as you kissed him, his hands reaching to support your thighs as he returned it with equal passion.

"This room is paid for," you gasped into his mouth. "Let's go back tomorrow."

He was silent when he walked back to fall onto the bed with you on top of him, his mouth never once leaving yours.

#bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky angst #bucky fic #james buchanan barnes #bucky oneshot #bucky fanfic

[stevesbipanic]

@steddiemas Day 22: Santa Shenanigans

Steve was going to kill Robin.

Well, not really because he doesn't think he'd survive more than a couple days without her. But he'd certainly be giving her the stink eye next shift for suggesting a secret Santa between the older ones of the party.

"We just rog it so that I get Vickie and she'll fall madly in love with me, it's a perfect plan Steve!"

To her credit it was an ok plan.

"Last week you spent an hour bemoaning the fact that she smiled at a boy."

"But yesterday she spent two hours studying with me in the library!"

Steve rolled his eyes at her shenanigans but agreed nonetheless. They drew names the next time they had all gone out for burgers at the diner. Steve tried not to make it obvious when he saw who his name was. Eddie.

Steve wasn't disappointed, no, far from it, he'd been hiding a crush on the older boy for a few months now, let's just say Eddie spent a lot of time by Steve's pool last summer. But now he felt the pressure to get him the perfect gift. The plan hadn't even worked for Robin.

"I got Argyle! Now how will I win her heart."

"Could always plant some mistletoe."

"You're a genius! Who'd you get."

"It's Secret Santa, Rob's, it's meant to be secret."

"Boo you're no fun, bet it's me."

It took Steve weeks to finish his gift for Eddie and Steve found himself hastily wrapping it the morning of their little Christmas party, grateful that Robin had thought of the plan well in advance otherwise he'd have never finished.

Steve greeted everyone and watched as they placed their secret Santa gifts under the tree. They ate, laughed and picked a Christmas movie to watch after presents. One by one they opened their gifts.

Nancy got Vickie some water colour paints.

Argyle got Jonathan rolls of fresh film.

Jonathan got Nancy some new notepads with larger covers.

Robin got Argyle a big bright tie dye shirt with Groovy printed on the front, he quickly put it over the sweater he was already wearing.

Vickie turned to Robin and Steve quickly saw her cheeks start to redden. She passed her the gift and Robin unwrapped a bag full of pins and badges.

"I've been collecting them for a few weeks for you from around town and around where I went to visit my grandma, thought your work vest needed some more fun ones."

Robin grinned widely at Vickie, the effort making a big impact on her. Steve knew he'd be hearing about it for weeks but he hoped the mistletoe in the kitchen sped things along.

Steve was about to give Eddie his gift when he realised that this meant Eddie also got him for Secret Santa. He turned to the metalhead to find him already shyly holding out a gift.

"It's not much but I hope you like it, Stevie."

Steve unwrapped the small package to find a collection of mixtapes inside, Eddie's handwriting clearly scribbled on the side.

"I started making a mixtape of songs that made me think of you but U ran out of room on the first one and might've gotten carried away," he said shyly scratching his neck.

Steve glanced over the names of the songs and it was clear that the majority of them certainly wouldn't remind someone of their dear platonic friend. Steve smiled softly at him and passed him his gift.

"I think I know what you mean."

Eddie slightly confused at the statement unwrapped the gift, his mouth forming a small o looking inside. He took out the book, a worn copy of The Hobbit that Steve had thrifted as soon as he knew Eddie was his secret Santa.

"Stevie, you know I've got this one, it's my favourite," he said slightly awkwardly.

"Look inside."

Eddie slowly opened the book to see small dribbles of ink between the words. The handwriting clearly Steve's. As he flicked through he saw Steve's thoughts spilling into almost every page.

"It's your favourite and you're always wanting me to read it so I did, I thought it'd be fun if you saw exactly what I thought of it."

Eddie's eyes caught on one of the words near the end, a small red shape next to them, yeah, he thinks he and Steve are on the same page, but he'd wait until the end, no spoilers early after all.

"I love it, Stevie, thank you."

As Steve sat curled up next to Eddie on the couch watching the film he too had the same thought, definitely on the same page.

Ao3

#Vickie just looks like shed like water colouring #some people hate when people annotate i dont mind #enjoy a book how you want to its your experience #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #st christmas #steddiemas #rockie #background robin and vickie #stobin #how is it week 4 already of steddiemas

[silent-stories]

Bats

(high!Eddie Munson x F!reader)

When you entered his messy room you found him lying on his bed staring at the ceiling with a joint between his fingers and the smell of whatever he was smoking completely filled the room even though the window was wide open.

His curly hair was spread across the pillow and his old Dio shirt was hiked up enough to show a good portion of his stomach.

As soon as he saw you, a smile appeared on his lips and he made room for you on his bed, you laid next to him just as he tossed what was left of the joint into an ashtray on the nightstand.

"You know, you're my favorite person." He said without taking his eyes off the ceiling and from his tone of voice you immediately understood that he hadn't just given that joint a few tugs.

"Thank you, I've never been anyone's favorite person." You went with it but you didn't lie, placing one of Eddie's pillow under your head. Your shoulder was against his.

“I think I'm like…really in love with you.”

You chuckled. “How do you know that?”

"Every time I'm with you I get a weird feeling in my stomach, I can't really explain it."

"Like butterflies?" You smiled and he thought about it for a moment.

"What?" He asked then, frowning slightly.

"People who are in love feel butterflies in their stomach." You explained.

"Ohh."

“Do you feel butterflies?” You asked again.

"Nah. They're more like bats." He quickly denied and you couldn't help but laugh, "I feel bats in my stomach. My stomach is full of bats flapping around every time I see you walking in the school parking lot and you smile at me. Every time you sit next to me in English class and when you laugh at something stupid I said, I think they love the sound of your laugh as much as I do."

"Do they hurt you?" You asked.

"Oh no, never. They're... gentle. It's always a good feeling. They almost tickle me but, you know, I can't scratch the inside of my stomach. Or at least I think so..."

You turned to him, smiling slightly. "That's good. Maybe you're really in love."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure."

You knew that when Eddie was high he tended to forget really important things and you weren't surprised when you realized that he didn't remember what that feeling that he felt in his stomach every time he saw you, his girlfriend, was.

"Can I tell you a secret?" You asked after a few moments.

Eddie nodded.

"I feel them too." You confessed, "bats, I feel them too every time I'm with you. When we sit on the floor and I watch you play the guitar, when you read me a chapter of The Hobbit before bed and when you catch me between lessons and kiss me against the school lockers."

“Woah,” he murmured, as if he had received the most incredible news in the world at that very moment, “does this mean we are both in love?”

You let yourself fall back onto the mattress, a smile you couldn't shake still on your lips. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure we are both in love."

#eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfiction

[normansnt]

Thorin Oakenshield x Bilbos brother!reader

You and your brother Bilbo were enjoying a nice dinner when you heard a knock at the door.

"...Did you invite someone?" Aske your brother

"Not that I know of?" You responded unsure. You stood up to open the door (after a short argument on who is going to get it, you lost).

"Dwalin to your service" said a quite rough looking Dwarf standing on your doorstep. He bowed than stepped in, you were quite shocked and forgot to reply

"...Ohmm I mean Y/N Baggings to yours?"

And that was just the start of the night, they started arriving one after the other.

While you were quite amused, they were fun company in your opinion. Your brother didn't agree as much. He got more and more upset the more Dwarfes came.

Gandalf arrived with them and while your brother was busy trying to get an answers from him you were singing along with your guests who were throwing plates around; so basically you were having the time of your life.

Its not that you didn't like the calmness that was in Hobbiton but sometimes...just sometimes you really wanted to go exploring, you wanted to go out on adventures to have some excitement in your life. Thats why you had a secret practice range in the woods behind your house. When you were small your parents got you a bow and an arrow and since then, you loved it. As you got older you perfected the art of archery and got better and better.

When the song ended there was one, slow knock on your door.

"He is here" muttered Gandalf quietly

Since you were closest you went to open the door.

When you opened the door your jaw almost dropped, on the other side stood the most handsome man you have ever seen.

He looked at you and bowed his head.

Your words were stuck in your throat you were processing his godly deeds voice.

The moment would have gotten awkward if Gandalf didn't step in front of you to great the newcomer.

"Bilbo, Y/N, this is the leader of our Company Thorin Oakenshield King under the mountain." He finished with a proud smile

You looked at him and gave him a smile

"Pleasure to meet you" Throin looked at you just for a second longer then it would have been normal, he had to admit you were quite nice to look at, you hade pretty h/c hair beautiful e/c eyes, not to mention a dazzling smile.

"So, Hobbits, tell me what is your weapon of choice" he started while walking around you and your brother.

"A Bow" you answered without missing a beat

"Pardon?" Bilbo was jut confused

Thorin stopped his pacing and looked at you, surprised. He didn't expect an actual answer he had no idea Hobbits wielded weapons. But now that he looks at you better, your build is different than other Hobbits. You're lean and clearly have muscle, you looked good in the button up shirt and west you were wearing. Throin realized he might be staring for too long

"A bow?" Quirked an eyebrow Thorin

"Yes?" You asked more than stated

"You any good" interrupted one of the younger dwarfes who you got to know as Kili.

"We can go out and shoot some arrow right now?" You asked not quite cockily but there was noticeable confidence in your voice

"...But its dark out" responded Kili quite unsure

"So?" You answered back now cockily and smirking.

This took everyone off gourd even Bilbo.

"You still have that bow?" Asked your brother

"The one I got when I was 10? Yes I shoot with my pinky" you answered sarcastically and some of the dwarfes chuckled, to your astonishment, Throin was one of them.

"And you" looked Thorin at Bilbo

"Im...quite good at conkers but I fail to see how thats relevant." Answered Bilbo yet again confused.

"Thought so, he looks more like a grocer than a burglar" chuckled the dwarven king.

"Said the Kind who lost his way twice looking for a simple sign on a door." You answered back.

You were a kind person and quite hard to anger, but when someone was mean to your brother that was the fastest ticket to your rage.

Thorin looked at you and stepped closer almost chest to chest, you were just slightly shorter than him but you still had to tilt your head up just a bit.

"Y/N-" started Gandalf

"I don't care even if you are the King of the world, you do not insult my brother especially under his own roof which he was kind enough to lend to you" you said without any intentions of backing down.

"Now please seet your royal ass at my table because Im sure you had a long journey and wish to eat and drink." And with that you walked towards the kitchen.

Thorin was amazed by you. The courage, and you didn't even weaver while talking to him like that you looked up into his eyes 100% serious no fear.

After everyone settled back to the table, as promised, you came out of the kitchen with a plate of food and something to drink for Throin.

He thanked you when you put it down in front of him and looked at you walking away. But he had to concentrate back at the matter at hand.

While the discussion was going on at the table, you couldn't help looking at Thorin from time to time. He was horribly good looking and you had a hard time focusing on the explanation Gandlaf was providing for you and your brother about the journey they wanted to go one.

You snapped out of your school crush daze when you heard the word dragon. And the next thing you know your brother is fainting and you had to catch him.

After Bilbo gained his consciousness back you and Gandalf tried to convince him to go on this adventure.

"C'mon big bro this what we were playing when we were kids remember? We always went into the woods to discover" you tried to make him remember. A small smile came to his face at the memory but it vanished as soon as it came.

"Y/N, did you hear what they said? A dragon, they are going to fight a dragon I cant even fight the squirrel that has been eating my tomatoes, and if Im not going Im definitely not letting you go"

"What? Bilbo I am an adult Hobbit you know I don't have to listen to you"

"You know that mom and dad trusted me with keeping you safe and going off to fight a dragon is quite the opposite of that" argued your brother.

"Then come with me-"

"No absolutely not, this is the end of the discussion"

"But-"

"I said no, now go to bed these dwarfs are bad impressions for you" with that he stood up and left.

You stood up from the chair you were sitting in and looked into the dining room, more specifically at Thorin, who was in a conversation with Dwalin. He looked at back at you, you guys were looking at each other for a little bit when you finally looked away and walked to your bedroom. You had to get a good night sleep, after all, you are going on an adventure tomorrow, with or without your brother.

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AHHHHHHHSHGDJDGDNDGDHDH

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP😫😫

THORIN IS MY ONE AND ONLY TRUE LOVE FOREVER AND EVER AND IM SO HAPPY THAT I FINALLY WROTE A FIC FOR HIM😭😭😭😭

*breathe*

Ok Im calm now, (NO IM NOT I LOVE THORIN) Im very likely going to turn this into a book🫡

ya know tell the whole story, or not I have an Oc and I really want to write a book for him yall decide which one😭 (Im gonna write the OC one anyway its more like do you guys want me to continue this one or not🫣)

I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT AND IM GOING TO GET TO KNOW A LOT MORE LOTR/TH FANS CUS ITS MY LIFE🫠🫠

I hope you enjoyed your reading ladies gentleman and others, good afternoon good evening and good night🦖🧡

#the hobbit fanfic #thorin oakenshield x reader #lotr #thorin x reader #thorin x you #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit fic

[fruityfrodo]

Bagginshield Fic Recs!

I've been wanting to do a bagginshield fic recs for a long time now so here are my favorite fics so far for this pairing! I will be adding on new ones as I go ❤

Fix-It AUs :

A Shot in the Dark by Silver_pup — 213.2k words

Summary: When he opens his eyes again, he finds himself in his old bed in his old home in his old body. Is this death? Or a trick of magic? Either way, Bilbo recognizes a second chance when he sees one, and this time his adventure with Thorin is going to go a bit differently.

An Expected Journey by MarieJacquelyn — 294.5k words

Summary:

“I just wish…”

“What do you wish?”

“I wish I could have changed it all.”

For years Bilbo has written about his adventures and told stories about his dealings with dwarves and dragons. To most it seemed like fanciful nonsense but to Bilbo it was all very real. A weight followed him home from his travels, one called regret. Now in his final moments Bilbo has a choice to make – go quietly into death’s embrace or go back again and face all the fear and pain for the chance to make things right?

Of course, change is a fickle thing and not everything can be done again as Bilbo is about to find out. In the end, it may not only be salvation that he’s fighting for.

Discovering Mr Baggins by Eareniel — 94.4k words

Summary: A.K.A. The Quest for Erebor:

The story of a Hobbit, told through the eyes of the dwarves.

Alternate Universes (Canon Divergence):

The Time for Home by Drenagon — 211.8k words

Summary: Bilbo Baggins doesn't fit in in the Shire. He's not a normal hobbit. That doesn't bother him.

Having his warnings ignored? Trying to help those who will not help themselves?

That bothers him.

The Color of Possibility by lindoreda — 17k words

Summary: When Bilbo puts himself between Thorin and Azog's blade, his mithril shirt protecting them both, it isn't long before some dwarves whisper that 'Oakenshield' might not be the best epithet for their king anymore. But for Bilbo, barred from Thorin's sight since the battle, this new epithet only adds to the sting. Spending his days caring for the recovering princes, Bilbo wonders how much more of this he can take, not suspecting his place at the center of a silent divide in the company.

The Nine Lives of Bilbo Baggins by captain (theoddoodisnude) — 15.3k words

Summary: He's not scared, but rather resigned. He doesn't want to die, not when he knows that it will be permanent, but he doesn't regret his actions. He's died many times on this journey; first for his Company, and then for people he could proudly call friends, who then turned into family.

And now Bilbo will die for them again.

For the first time in his life, he will also die for love. 

Call You Home by northerntrash — 12k words

Summary: In which the Company are entirely too nosy about matters that are supposed to be a secret, and Bilbo learns that being concerned about propriety is overrated when you could be making friends instead.

The Naming of Hobbits by Margo_Kim — 9.7k words**

Summary: There's a certain point where you can no longer ask someone what their name is. Thorin isn't sure exactly when that point is, but he knows that it's probably some time before the person in question saves your life. On the far side of the Misty Mountains, Thorin realizes that he never quite caught the first part of Mr. Baggins' name, and he finds that it's astonishingly harder to learn than he would have thought. Fili, Kili, and Dwalin are no help whatsoever.

**I literally didn't laugh this hard in a long while. Definitely worth a read! (And another, let's be honest).

Post BotFA AUs:

A Cultural Misunderstanding (series) by Lindzzz — 96k words

Summary: In which Thorin pushes, and Bilbo doesn't know how to handle emotions and finds himself engaged without realizing it.

(A fluffy "everyone lives" marriage AU)

The Riven Crown by BeautifulFiction — 254.3k words

Summary: ‘We may have won the battle, but I fear the war with winter is just beginning.’

The aftermath of war is no laughing matter. Those who died must be honoured, those who are wounded must be healed, and those who remain need food and clothing, peace and sanctuary. With Thorin's life hanging in the balance, it is up to Bilbo and the rest of the Company to rule the rag-tag remnants of Erebor in his place.

Then there is the matter of the gold...

Can Bilbo save both king and kingdom, or is Erebor destined to fall deeper into ruin?

All The Rivers Sound In My Body by pibroch (littleblackdog) — 5.7k words

Summary: As much as he might like to cut a natty figure in a proper waistcoat and trousers with a reasonable inseam, Bilbo knew there were many more important things to bother with at the moment.

Rebuilding an entire dwarven kingdom, for one. And airing out the stink of dragon would be nice as well.

An Unexpected Proposal by Eareniel — 100k words

Summary: As Bilbo sat smoking in his empty hobbit hole, he couldn’t help but wonder – when did his life become so boring? Or better yet – when did his old life stop being enough?

He suspected the answer to that question lay somewhere around the time when he had refused Thorin Oakenshield’s offer of marriage.

Mother-Tongue by northerntrash — 24.9k words

Summary: Forget-me-not: a small flower, with four petals, which are normally found in shades of blue with a pink or white centre. These are traditional flowers of intent in the Shire, used to express true love, and remembrance.

In which Bilbo plans to leave Erebor, and Thorin tries to understand why.

Modern AUs:

For This by northerntrash — 8k words

Summary: Thorin Durin had lived in his new flat for approximately eighty four minutes when things started to go terribly, terribly wrong. The wrongness came in the form of a package, delivered to his door, wrapped in brown paper and string, with a small tag wishing him a very sincere welcome to the building.

Just To Be by northerntrash — 22.2k words

Summary: Thorin hadn’t really wanted to go on holiday. That was why he hadn’t been on one for over a decade – not, despite what his siblings might say, because he had problems letting go of work and letting other people have control over their own hotel, which definitely wasn’t his entire life, no matter what the opinions of his family might have been on the matter.

In which people go on holiday, and find a little bit of home.

The making of a story by northerntrash — 16k words

Summary: When Bilbo finds a case of old family photographs, he becomes determined to find the original owners: what he does not expect is to become quite so involved in their lives, or that those photographs should prove quite so important.

One-sided conversations by northerntrash — 94.9k words

Summary: "Thank you for listening," Thorin said, getting to his feet. "I hope to be able to return the favour, one day."

The man on the bed didn't respond, but since he'd been in a coma for longer than Thorin had known him, that wasn't entirely surprising.

Candid by northerntrash — 42.3k words

Summary: Thorin wasn't entirely sure why there was a six-foot candid photograph of him hanging in this exhibition, but he was going to wring the neck of whoever had put it there.

In which Bilbo is a photographer, Thorin an accidental model, and Gandalf just likes to make trouble for everyone.

Nothing Gold Can Stay by perkynurples — 296.3k words

Summary: Bilbo Baggins led a rather peaceful life, thank you very much, until an old acquaintance decided to turn it upside down, and he found himself agreeing to take a job that’s… let’s say not exactly up his alley, and might eventually cost him a little more than his treasured cozy lifestyle. Who would have thought tutoring a slightly menacing monarch’s more than slightly overbearing nephew could prove to be such an adventure?

Some Magical Occurence by Drenagon — 9.5k words

Summary: Bilbo could use some magic if he's going to get the annual Christmas event at Goldmine Books to run as planned.

Instead he has Bofur, Ori and a serious case of building panic.

Then the Durins arrive.

Plan B by Drenagon — 85.7k words

Summary: Plan B: an alternative strategy; a contingency plan, devised for an outcome other than the expected plan.

Or, sending an unqualified temp to act as Thorin Oakenshield's PA because no one qualified can put up with him.

(He'd say they can't meet his standards. Of course he would.)

Meet Bilbo Baggins. He just became Plan B.

idylls of the king by aerospaces — 16.1k words

Summary: Thorin a single parent/uncle, Bilbo babysits. Fili and Kili are a handful. Essentially NANNY AU where Thorin is a perturbed Detective Inspector navigating through life.

A Remover of Obstacles by MistakenMagic — 371.7k words**

Summary: Dis often chided her older brother for being a misanthropist. She did it so often it had become a term of endearment. It was true that Thorin struggled with people; he struggled to form and maintain relationships. Dr. Grey had diagnosed him with this and Thorin hadn’t the heart to tell him this wasn’t a symptom of his PTSD, it was a symptom of his personality. He exercised a sense of apathy with almost everyone he met… But Bilbo was different. Thorin actually found himself wanting to know more about him.

** This is honestly a favorite of mine. I can't begin to describe how amazing this fic is. If you have the time, go for it! I promise it will change you for good.

This is all I have for now, but please know that I'm currently reading new ones and I'll be adding them onto this list very soon!

Have a nice read! (And hopefully, with a nice cup of tea).

#bagginshield #bagginshield fic #fic recs #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #bilbo #thorin #an unexpected journey #lotr #fanfic #fanfiction #bilbo x thorin #thorin x bilbo #thilbo #thilbo bagginshield #the hobbit

[harrywavycurly]

You’re conversations are so spot on😭 can I ask for some where you’re embarrassed to ask Eddie something but he doesn’t hesitate to answer no matter how silly?❤️

Hiii babes!! Awe you’re so sweet🥹 I hope you enjoy this, because honestly Eddie just not even giving it a second thought when you ask him random questions is just🫠💖

*Eddie letting you ask him anything and everything is what dreams are made of right?*

“Uh what’s that for?” “It’s where I keep all my deep dark secrets, nothing to worry about.” “Really? In a composition notebook?” “It’s just my campaign notebook baby. It has all my notes for Hellfire in it.” “That’s the uh…dragons game right?” “Close, it’s called dungeon and dragons. You wanna look at it?” “Can I?” “Only if you swear not to give away all my dungeon master secrets to those little gremlins.”

“Who’s that on your shirt?” “it’s Ozzy Osbourne.” “Is he uh like a uhm singer or something?” “Oh sweetheart he’s way more than that.” “Oh does he play like an instrument too or something?” “Allow me to educate you on the Prince of Darkness baby.”

“Uh Eddie.” “What’s up sweetheart?” “Can you…uh…open this for me?” “You don’t have to whisper baby we’re the only ones here.” “Sorry I’ve just been trying to get it open on my own for like five minutes and it’s not budging.” “That’s why you’ve got me. No jar is safe while I’m around.” “You’re such a dingus.” “Maybe so but at least I can open pesky pickle jars.”

“Can I play with your hair?” “You’re not gonna like try to braid it or anything right?” “Uh…no?” “I’m just messing with you sweetheart, of course you can play with my hair.” “I’ll be gentle I promise.” “It’s okay, I like it rough.” “Eddie…” “sorry couldn’t help myself.”

“Uh what’s that one about?” “Nightmare on Elm Street? Have you really never heard of it?” “I don’t think so.” “Well it’s about this dude named Freddy who has like knives for fingers and he lives off your fear and kills you in your sleep like in your dreams. It’s great.” “And he’s not real?” “No baby he’s not real.” “Why would someone want to kill people in their dreams?” “Because that’s where he’s most powerful.” “Oh..interesting.”

“What’s The Hobbit?” “It’s one of the greatest books ever written.” “Oh would I like it?” “Do you like books about adventures with wizards and dwarves? Oh and a Hobbit named Bilbo Baggins?” “I like wizards.” “Well then you’ll probably like this book sweetheart.” “Would you…read it to me?” “Oh princess, I thought you’d never ask.”

“Will you uh teach me about your club?” “Hellfire? You wanna learn about Dungeons and Dragons?” “If you don’t mind teaching me?” “Of course I don’t mind sweetheart. It can be kind of overwhelming so I’ll just give you the basics and if you’re still interested you can come watch us play.” “You’d let me do that?” “One day baby you’ll learn there’s not a lot I wouldn’t let you do.”

#eddie munson request #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x shy!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson concept #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby #eddie munson x fem!reader

[fizzyxcustard]

Midnight Bathing Serenade. 

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut.

Summary: Based on this imagine. Requested as a full length fic by @dreamalittleebigger, @glassgulls and @lemond57

Comments: As always, if you like the story, please consider a reblog. It really does help. If you would like to be added to any of my story tag lists, or my Follow Forever tag list (where you’re tagged in everything) then please let me know.

You couldn't help yourself. You could hear the splashing of water and knew that Thorin had disappeared from the group. Everything was dark, with only a thin strip of moonlight almost forming a pathway for you through undergrowth. The stars were twinkling overhead, reminding you of diamonds which had been thrown against a black velvet backdrop.

Thorin stood in the cold water, the river moving slowly around him. He cupped his hands and picked up the soothing and refreshing water, splashing it to his face and in his hair.

The sudden sound of a twig breaking caught his attention, and he couldn't help but smirk. He knew it was you. Every time that he ventured away from the Company to wash, you followed. Up until now, however, he had kept it a secret to the fact that he knew you watched him. His level of self-control had amazed him. Thorin knew without a shadow of a doubt that he loved you. But he also enjoyed the fact that you watched him and didn't realise that he knew. It aroused him, excited him.

That self control snapped. Finally.

"I know you're there," he said. "Come here."

You stopped dead in your tracks, terrified, shocked, like a deer coming face to face with a predator. You had been found out. Your dirty secret would no doubt be told to the rest of the Company, and they would all get a great deal of entertainment from it.

"Come here," Thorin said sternly, repeating himself.

You stepped out into the clearing where he could see you. Seeing him closer made you gasp. The water was lapping around his waist, just high enough to cover that one part of him you were desperate to see. It made you swallow hard, and your gaze dipped to his navel, following dark hair down into the water.

"Do not make me say it again," he demanded.

"But my clothes?" you said stupidly.

"Take them off."

A flush hit your cheeks. Heat rose in your neck and face, but also poured into the lowest part of your stomach, trickling downward to form a thumping between your thighs which was in time with your heart.

"Do it slowly," he instructed again.

Your shaking hands unbuttoned your shirt, fumbling as they went.

Thorin felt that all too familiar sensation hit him hard. It was the sensation that had woke him deep in the night when he had dreamed of you. In his nighttime fantasies and you were riding him, your beautiful body wrapped in golden light. His blue eyes, the colour of aquamarine, watched you avidly.

His stare made something unfurl within you, a fire that was hidden away. Those eyes were opening something inside you which you had never felt before.

Thorin stepped toward the bank, the water still lapping around his waist. He held out his hand to you, gesturing for you to take it.

You placed your small hand into his, your gazes never unlocking. You stepped out of your clothing which was now a pile, discarded on the riverbank.

The cold water dug into your warm skin, but you barely noticed, your attention still locked on Thorin.

As soon as you were stood before him, his hands clasped around your cheeks and he kissed you. All breath left you and you groaned beneath the kiss. His tongue felt for yours and gradually his hands left your face, delving down to your breasts.

Amid pants and groans, you locked your legs around Thorin's waist, feeling him enter you. He filled you completely, buried in your warmth and love. For a second you remained still, until he began to move.

The two of you thrust back and forth, the water splashing around you with your movements. You kept your arms wrapped around his strong and broad shoulders.

Thorin peppered your face and neck with kisses as he continued his movements, feeling that ascension to euphoria get closer and closer to its peak.

The angle of Thorin meant that he kept pressing on that sweet spot which could bring you to a place where stars burst before your eyes. He began to get faster, you noticed.

"My love," Thorin groaned, kissing your earlobe.

The peak hit and a tsunami of intense pleasure crashed over you. You shook in his arms, your nerve endings lighting up with electricity. It made you cry out, but immediately Thorin caught your lips against his and muffled the cry.

The sound of you climaxing made Thorin also hit his peak. Everything shifted and all that arousal came undone, pouring through his entire being like fire.

Flickers of aftershocks raced down your legs as you looked at Thorin, his gaze growing soft. He smiled at you and then placed one single kiss against your lips, then pressed his forehead to yours.

"My love," he whispered again.

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[shirefantasies]

Hello! If it’s not too much to ask, could you do a Hobbit/LotR matchup for me???

My name’s Liv, I’m non-binary (they/them, but occasionally she/her or he/him depending on the vibe). I’ve got curly brown hair in an anime boy type hairstyle, hazel eyes, and glasses. I usually end up dressing business casual for work, but I also like flannel shirts and band shirts paired with leggings or jeans. I LOVE reading and getting books (and I work at a library so it absolutely does not help my obsession lol), and I love Studio Ghibli movies and Old Hollywood horror films! I am also obsessed with history and am actually going to grad school for it! I’m typically a bit quiet and tend to really focus in on something, but when I’m comfortable with a person I love to tell them about stuff I really enjoy. I love listening to music, and at present it’s been mainly kpop and rock, and also Ghibli soundtracks. I do have really bad anxiety and depression, and it’s a bit hard to get me out of my head when I’m in a thought spiral. But people have called me sensible in the past when it comes to providing advice about situations other people are experiencing, even though I clam up a lot about my own problems and worry a lot about bothering people and being a burden. I absolutely adore cats and would love to get one someday! I also like collecting crystals and trying out new things to cook (like lately I’ve been trying out Korean and Japanese recipes).

I hope that’s enough to work with! And if not, or if I missed the window, that’s totally cool! Hope you have a good day!

You did not miss the window dear Liv, in fact I was quite excited to get this request because the matchup was so perfect in my mind 🥰 your match is…

Frodo!

Our dear hobbit first lays eyes upon you in the bookshop, of course. You're there poring over a history tome he's never seen touched, straightening your spectacles and flipping the page to the next war account. You peer up, glasses sliding a bit down your nose as your hazel eyes meet Frodo's and you give a small smile. He is so used to encouraging others to take the first step- maybe it's his turn. Approaching you, he asks you what your interest is in that particular history and ends up spending the rest of his time in the shop there with you.

From that he learns you weren’t even there for war histories, merely getting distracted on your quest for a book on identifying crystals from your collection. Helping you find it, Frodo asks if you frequent this town, hoping so for it is right outside the Shire and Bilbo tends to run the odd errand there. Sure enough, that is you home no less, and with a smile the hobbit suggests you might show him around beyond the shop sometime. The shock on your face is quite adorable as you agree and offer to take him to your favorite spot.

Said favorite spot being a nook at the end of the river hidden away behind a collection of wide green trees. “I come here to read,” you tell the hobbit, “if you ever want to join, you can. Just keep it a secret, alright?” You wink and Frodo thinks he might spontaneously combust. Join he does, though, bringing stacks of books from Bag End he thinks you might enjoy. He starts trading you old books for your library job for the stones you find or even goodies you’ve baked up. All of the Shire are positively foaming to meet this infamous Liv and get their hands on some of their exotic treats, but Frodo never gives up your little secrets…

It is behind those very trees where you share your first kiss, Frodo surprising you with a different offering: a rose quartz piece Gandalf had given him some years back. Arching a shy brow, you ask him if he has ever heard the significance of this stone, and flushing, he nods. As if tugged in by a string you two are moving in sync, lips meeting behind the cover of waving branches. Frodo’s hand snakes ever-so-shyly around your waist and you can hardly help smiling into the kiss. Heads may shake as he walks hand in hand with you down Shire lanes, but he’s a Baggins- what else do they expect? The smile of amusement and pride across his face has you shaking your own head, but fondly, lovingly.

After the destruction of the One Ring, Frodo is different. You understand. Both of you know intrinsically the feeling if a spiral, even the look of its onset, and what the other needs. Silence, space, a warm touch, weight, a distraction, an embrace. Whatever the answer, Frodo only cracks a smile in those moments when that sensible caring side of you he loves so much comes out. After all, it is amazing how giving you are especially during your own fights. When darkness is closing in, you are his reminder that there is light and good in the world, just like Sam. When depression takes you, he can only hope his approach is half as good, half as inspiring. Giving up is so tempting, but in the face of a loved one, both of you realize there is hope you cannot yet throw away. Even if it is something small as feeling each other’s lips upon your forehead again or the easy way your limbs tangle as you read together, life is worth fighting for. Frodo may have saved Middle-Earth, but you, Liv, saved him.

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#lord of the rings #lotr #lotr imagines #lotr x reader #frodo #frodo x reader #ask #mxliv-oftheendless #requested #matchup monday

[emurph-24]

IT'S ALMOST BIG BANG TIME!!!!!

The first chapter of my Steddie Big Bang fic, titled "I'd Pray to God That You Would Choke (If I Had One)" drops on November 16th! I'm so excited for you to read this project. My artist and I have been working extremely hard to make something special for you and I really hope you all enjoy it!

As a treat, here's an excerpt from part one!

1986

After the streets of Hawkins were forcibly knit back together in secret by a super-powered fourteen-year-old girl, and her merry band of misfits, the world simply moved on. The survivors mourned the dead with memorial services and plaques around town, of course. But homes were rebuilt, streets repaved, time passed. 

No one would ever know what seven kids and four young adults had done for a shithole town in the middle of Indiana. No one would know that the world was saved with makeshift shields, Molotov cocktails, and walkie-talkies. Saved by the outcasts, the freaks, the fallen kings. But it was. 

When Eddie was pulled from the Upside Down, skin soaked in blood, and muck, and a surprising amount of bat guts, the world still tried to paint him as the villain. They grasped at broken straws, little crumbs of half-baked conspiracies that they could use to point a crooked finger at an innocent man. But with Jim Hopper risen from the dead, standing firmly planted on his side, the town had no choice but to listen to his story, no matter how much they complained. Of course, it was a fabricated story, a well-spun web with details filled in courtesy of Hawkins Lab and Doctor Sam Owens. There were stipulations, of course, and non-disclosures were signed by all.

Eddie was put in a private room at Hawkins Memorial after he was cleared by the government officials who swarmed in as soon as possible. There he was stitched and glued back together, held together by strings and tape. 

The kids came and went, flitting between his room and Max’s down the hall, usually hauling Robin or Nancy, behind them. Occasionally, Jonathan and his friend Argyle were dragged along, but it seemed they spent their days lost to the sweet green smoke that Eddie craved. 

Wayne never left his bedside, sleeping on a small cot that the nurse had rolled into the room. The plant had told him to take as much time as he needed, that his job would be there for him when he was ready. They had even offered to give him some extra pay for his bills, but Wayne wouldn’t take it. He was reluctant to ask for anything, per usual. But when the government had simply deposited a large sum of cash into his account and disappeared into the night, he couldn’t turn it away.

Steve didn’t leave either, much to Eddie’s surprise. He spent his days right there next to his bedside, stroking over the newly scarred skin of his hand. He only left for short times, usually when Eddie slept. When he returned, his hair would still be damp and a new t-shirt would be clinging to his perfectly sculpted frame. To fill their days, Steve read to him. He stumbled over the words sometimes, but it was Eddie’s favorite activity, listening to the soft melody of Steve’s voice reading to him. They got through all of The Hobbit and most of The Fellowship of the Ring before Eddie was allowed to go home. Eddie figured that was that and his life would return to its normal lonely state.

But Steve didn’t fade away when the dust had settled like Eddie was afraid he would. The government had provided him and his uncle with a new trailer, with fresh white paint and sterile floors, and Steve was the one to help Eddie make his room more like home. He had gone out and bought a plethora of posters and cassettes to fill his space with, and spent an entire day on a ladder to help hang everything up while Eddie directed him from his place in bed. He tried to say it was nothing much, just little bits of what would make his house a home. It was a kind thing, one that Eddie had not expected from the likes of Steve Harrington.

#steddie #fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steddie big bang 2023 #steddie big bang #ao3

[woahwierdly]

I’ve feeling about making a fanfiction about a woman getting thrown into the hobbit trying to find her husband but also since it’s been so long maybe finding a new love? Let me know what you think!

I don’t own the hobbit this is merely fanfiction!

Thorin x OC

Emily fell into this world and her husband from her world fell in with her from what she thought, but she hasn’t been able to find him. See Emily had just married her best friend Mark but as they hiking up a mountain for a date they both fell into a cavern and it was lights out. When Emily awoke she was alone in a green field with small homes around her. The sun was high and it was the most beautiful place she’d even seen. Emily was wearing dark black jeans with combat boots, a burgundy hoodie, a thin rain jacket and a baseball cap. She had her old phone but that only lasted a day with her battery dying and she had her wallet with some photos of her family. She wondered for a bit before she found a green door. When she knocked on the door a little man name Bilbo Baggins opened the door. To say she was shocked was an understatement. She quickly realized she was in one of her favorite books. And as much fan-fiction as she read she thought she was going to save the line of Durin but…. Bilbo had just turned 57…. Meaning she had three years before the quest even started! Plus the fact she wanted to try to find Mark so she wouldn’t do it alone! But she had no means of travel, money or anything when she landed in the Shire besides the clothes on her back.

Her and Bilbo quickly made friends and he offered a room in BagEnd so she could get a footing. Within those three years she was gifted quite a nice bow set from Bilbo from Bree because she said she was an expert hunter which she was! Back in her world she often went hunting with her father or husband! She helped provide meat and get rid of a pack of wolves from BagEnd! Emily was quite helpful within the Hobbiton community. And it helped her make money for traveling or clothes. She first got five pairs of blue, a couple white cotton shirts, new boots, a traveling pack, arrows, a cloak with a hood made rain resistant. Now even though Emily and Bilbo were friends she kept her secret, never telling him her knowledge of what has yet to come, she wanted to meet with Gandalf and find her husband to return home…. If her husband is even in Middle Earth. She always wondered if Mark was here, alive or thought about her…. But she didn’t know.

All she knew was today was the day. It was Bilbos 60th birthday! Meaning Gandalf should be by today to inquisit some ideas to Bilbo.

She chuckled to herself not believing she been able to witness this world for three years, it went by so fast and now it’s almost time. Her arms ached with the want of going home and her head felt light. She was ready. As she was gathering rabbits for a stew Bilbo wanted she thought maybe I should have gotten more…for the company but she decided against it. This has to happened naturally well until Gandalf tells her to do soemthing.

It was afternoon by the time Emily left to go hunting and now it was dark, she should be able to see the mark and hopefully hear everyone’s voices or make it just after Balin.

She made her way through the quiet Hobbit town looking around she felt sad, she made a small but comfort life here. Made friends and helped more than she could have imagined. To be getting ready to leave left a small hole in her heart. Putting up her gloved finger to her eye Emily wiped off a small tear that threatened to fall. Chuckling to herself she couldn’t believe how attached she got. As she got closer to BagEnd she could hear Bilbo berating the pack of dwarves for pillaging the pantry.

Breathing in a deep of air, Emily had her hand on the door handle ready to start, and go back to her home. The door opened and the soft glow of lanterns lit the room and onto her face.

This is it. The adventure. The hope. Emily was ready. She would not fail saving the love of Durin, finding her husband and going home.

well??? Leave a review please! More chapter to come! I want it to be a slow burn? Hmmm have decided!::)

#thorin oakenshield #the hobbit #hobbit #thorins company #thorin x oc #thorin fic #the hobbit fic #romance #slow burn #fanfiction

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Dream girl

Thank u for all the amazing stories lately! I've had Centerfold by J. Giels Band stuck in my head and it made me think of a story idea. Last few months, Eddie has been obsessed with a model he saw in his fav heavy metal mag. He's cut out her pic & put it in his locker & mentions her at least once a day (to the point that the other Hellfire members are starting to give him shit, saying to give it up cause he'll never meet her) but then a new girl with a very familiar face walks into the caf. <3

request by anon ❤

Warnings; none

Likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated! ❤💞 I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.

💞💫

Eddie had liked her for ages. The beautiful girl in his Heavy Metal magazine. He first saw her exactly four months ago and fell in love.

She was wearing a long flowing dress, flowers in her hair, looking like some sort of elven princess. Something straight out of The lord of the rings or the Hobbit.

Jesus H Christ her eyes were beautiful, she was perfection, absolute perfection. He was smitten and his friends knew it.

The aforementioned photo of y/n, he cut out and stuck it in his locker.

He practically mentioned y/n at least once a day, every day and today was no different.

"Eddie, Gareth says losing patience with him. You do realise that you won't meet this girl and if you did she's not gonna date nerds like us".

Eddie scowls. Gareth's right but he's allowed fantasies. He's never wanted anyone as much as he wants y/n but when would he ever meet her?

It was just a pipe dream.

He notices Jeff gaping at something and follows his eye train to the cafeteria door.

This must be a dream. He's dreaming, right? Because y/n is walking through the door, she looks nervous and peers around the cafeteria.

Fuck fuck fuck. Wake up, Munson. You've fallen asleep in trig class again, this isn't real.

Then y/n stops at his table after ignoring Jason's call to join his and gestures to the seat next to him.

"Can I sit here? I noticed your shirts and they are so awesome. My name is y/n". She holds out her hand to him and he takes it.

For the first time, he's been rendered speechless, so much so that Henderson, Sinclair and Wheeler stare at him like he's grown two heads.

"Yes, yes. I'm Eddie sweetheart". She notices the Heavy Metal magazine and her eyes light up.

"I love Heavy Metal magazine, I got to model for it and it's so cool". Mike stares at her and puts two and two together as his eyes widen.

"Oh, that's why you're familiar you're Eddie's dream girl". The glare he sends to Mike is lethal and Mike realising what he's done pales slightly.

Y/n raises an eyebrow and moves closer.

"I'm your dream girl?". He swallows and nods, he will take a chance, shoot his shot and see what happens.

He doesn't expect her grin to grow wide and she beams at him and then whispers in his ear.

"Wanna know a secret handsome? I came over because of you". His skin tingles as he feels her hot breath in his ear and lust fills his entire body.

Jesus Christ do not fuck this up.

"I'm feeling kinda crowded in here, perhaps we could go somewhere private princess?". He suggests and she stands up holding out her hand.

"I'd love to".

❤💫

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n

[rphelperblog]

Outer Banks Rp Meme

inspired by @multistoty @etherealrps @kierras @kookbled @pogueframed @cfknights @jaymaybnk and @sulsurfer

“Don’t worry, I will sugar mama you.” 

"You might end up in the lions den, but you don't go there on purpose."

"You know what I was thinking, let's get married."

"I'd rather die than be without you."

You don't know what it's like to have the person closest to you vanish and then have no idea what happened. Just wake up every morning wondering."

"Here is a fun fact. Everyone you know will die."

"Its a good thing we are on a secret mission. We shouldn't even be using our real names."

"Momma's mad."

"I'd rather die than go to jail."

"Didn't you play baseball?"

"UntilI see a body, I won't give up."

"That was a good, dad joke."

"You want to make our own incriminating evidence? Is that what your talking about?"

"Denial's underrated. You should try it some time."

"It's only denial if your wrong."

“Not much of a hugger, man.”

"He's got the survival instincts of a cockroach."

"You hang out with trash, you get dirty."

Mild kelptomanic, future tax cheat."

They always, always win."

"Stupid things have good outcomes all the time."

"I can't pretend either."

"I'd for sure put his skull in the ground, but I am not like a jealous guy, so I don't care."

"This is your captain speaking."

"You love being seen with me, but you don't love me."

"When people get close to me, i feel trapped. I bail and I blame them for it."

Definitely, the weirdest summer of my life. But its not the end, its the beginning."

"I can't let you take the blame for something I did. You have too much to lose."

"I was on the math team."

"Love is five minutes of pleasure for a lifetime of pain."

"You aren't gonna just walk away like nothing happened?"

"You're so careful."

"Wars have been started for less."

"I'm stuck. You are gonna rip me."

"I'll be so safe."

"I'll pay you back."

"Your secret is safe with me."

"I look like I got kicked out of a barbershop quartet."

"You guys, not everything is a kingpin movie."

"We have one earth. We should give it 100 percent bare minimum."

The thing about hell is there is always another one below."

"Hey, do you remember when you kissed me?"

"Mold is good for you. It's a natural organism."

"This is war. They hit us. We hit them."

"What if I am not okay?"

"Why are you so weird?"

“Look, love just walked in, okay.”

"I already am who I am."

"Be safe."

"Back in the friend zone."

the WiFi’s not working. I can’t post anything.”

"I got a jet going straight to my butt right now."

"Dude, did you just yeet over that chain?"

"You look like I have never seen a boy in underwear before."

"I have a brother. Get your head out of the gutter."

"It might be storming now, but it can't rain forever."

Life is all fun and nothing not."

"Pentagon- we have safety clearance."

"I can't give up the hunt man."

"Oh my god, have you seen this shirt? Its 190 dollars."

"Stop barking at the snakes."

"And to quote the hobbit , 'down down to goblin town, you go, my lad."

Keep running you mouth and I'll come knock our J crew looking ass out."

"Its a little toosie roll."

"Buck? Whats a buck?"

"yeah, you have a death compass."

You listen to me alright. I'm coming for you."

Biggest pet peeves? Easy, giving one percent to the environment."

"Imagine if you get really old and your nipples and your boobs get really saggy and you have their eyes there and you can see if your shoe is untied."

"You powerpuff girls have a lot of fun."

"Not all of us can afford the unlimited plan."

"One last mission and I am out of this dirty dirty game."

#open to all #open to anyone #open rp #ask meme #rp meme #open meme #open to anybody #roleplay meme #ask prompt #memes #open to everyone #open obx rp #open obx roleplay #open obx starter #open outer banks starter #open outer banks rp #outer banks #outer banks rp #obx #obx rp

[fantasyinallforms]

I was struggling on which one to request, so I would like to put forward two bagginshield options- 20, on a scar, or 30, for comfort i am loving these <333 ur writing is so good

You are so sweet!! Well, I did the scars one already, so for comfort, it is! Thank you for the ask! I hope you enjoy!! ❤️❤️

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Bilbo paced back and forth in the back corridor to the throne room. The door he came through to get here led directly to the Kings rooms and was just about the only place he knew he would not be disturbed. He smoothed down his shirt for the third time and readjusted his new diadem. It had been crafted by Thorin with today in mind and styled to look like the flowering branches of an oak tree. Today, he would be introduced to the entire dwarven court and all three leaders of the current dwarven strongholds as Thorin’s One. Their relationship up until now had been an ill-kept secret. Those that lived in Erebor knew that the King was unusually attached to his hobbit burglar. There were mummers of what he was. Some were convinced Thorin would never take anyone, let alone a hobbit. Others thought he was simply a convenient bedmate. No one seemed to entertain the notion that Bilbo was the other half of the king's very soul. 

They would after today. 

“Calm yourself, you Tookblooded fool. They’ll like you, or they won't. There is nothing you can do about that now.” It wasn't the first pep talk he had given himself that afternoon, and Yavanna knows it wouldn't be the last 

It lasted all of ten minutes before his mind was racing again. His head jumped through all sorts of scenarios, not stopping to consider how preposterous some of them were. What if They didn't like him? What if they demanded Thorin be with someone who could give him heirs or decided they could be together, but only if Bilbo was kept a secret? He finally stopped his pacing to slide down a pillar until he was hugging his knees on the cold floor. He heard the door open, and Thorin's voice floated through it. 

“Amral, they’re almost rea- Bilbo?” He felt a warm hand brush over the top of his head and down his chin. “Are you feeling alright?”

“N-no! Thorin, I don't know if I can do this! I’m not meant to be the leader of an entire nation of people!” Panic was quickly swallowing his sense, and to his surprise, Thorin just chuckled. 

“If I had not known you were my other half, that would have proved it. When I was a prince, I found myself saying that often.” When Bilbo didn't answer, Thorin sat beside him. Head still between his knees, he took the diadem off and slapped it to Thorin’s chest. He really did feel hopeless, and his anxiety was edging toward a full-blown panic attack. He felt himself pulled into the warmth of Thorin’s chest and held there rather firmly.     

“Are you… second-guessing this?” It was clear from the forced calm sound in Thorin’s voice that Bilbo had learned was, in fact, distress that the question was more, are you second guessing me. 

“Never. I just… what if they make you choose between me and your people? Or what if the people reject me?” He was clinging to the front of Thorin's tunic as he finally voiced his fears.

“They would never be so foolish as to try and make me choose. They know who would win.” A strong hand brushed his cheek, and he dipped down to deliver a long, comforting kiss. Despite his enormous strength Thorin always held him so gently. His hands always found his hair or the small of his back, and he pulled them together. He was like a man who thought this was all still a dream he could suddenly wake up from. Bilbo was putty in his hands, willing to let the dwarf holding him do anything he wanted to him. He had never trusted someone so completely as he did Thorin. “Bilbo, I was made to be with you. Every moment I've spent since my birth has been for you. And I’m sorry, my love, because it does seem like you got the raw end of this deal. I’m sorry that we can't have a simple life, not yet.”

They heard a rap on the door, three sharp knocks, a pause, and another knock. It was the mining code for ready. Bilbo staggered to his feet. “I’m alright with it not being simple as long as youre there.” Thorin was smiling up at him from the floor like a lovesick fool. His lovesick fool. Thorin pushed himself off the floor, and they stood in front of the door to the throne room side by side.

“Bilbo, if you ask, I will abandon all of this. I will ready Fili, and within the year, we can leave for the shire and live there till the end of our days.” Bilbo put the diadem back onto his head. 

“No. These are my people too. I want to lead them.”  

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Hey, I hope you had a nice holiday and had fun with your family. If it is ok with you, can you do a, The Hobbit/LOTHRS ship, please.

Features: I am a short woman 4'9.  I have curly golden honey-blond hair which goes to my bra-strap length, I have dark chocolate brown eyes, and a little bit of chubbiness in my cheeks. I have a butterfly-shaped scar on my forehead which is from skin cancer from when I was 5-6 years old.

Name/Nickname: Madison, Ma, Papillon (Which means Butterfly in French), Piccolo Guerriero (Which means Little Warrior in Italian. I am part Italian and French on my mother's side.), Little Butterfly, Sunshine, and Little Rose.

Disorder/Disability I have: Dyslexia, Epilepsy, and Anxiety.

Personality: I am a sweet, loving, stubborn, caring, gentle, and understanding woman but if you mess with me/hurt me, my family, friends, or the people I love I become scary-scary.

If I was in The Hobbit or LOTHRS I would be: a witch or a Hobbit.

Personality: I am a sweet, loving, stubborn, caring, gentle, and understanding woman but if you mess with me/hurt me, my family, friends, or the people I love I become scary-scary.

Likes/love to do: I love to drawing/painting, embroidery, reading (I am a bit of a bookworm), anime, cosplaying, doing any type of math, loves plants/nature, and baking in my free time.

I don't like/afraid/scared of: afraid of Spiders, don't like people insulting or making fun of family/Love ones/Friends, and I don't like being yelled at because it scares me from past traumas and anxiety.

Style: I love to wear, off-the-shoulder shirts, leggings, jeans, button-up shirts, dresses, and once in a while a shirt with a long skirt. My home aesthetic is a mix between astronomy and witch.

The only other thing is that I wear a heart-shaped ruby necklace around my neck which was a gift from my whole family. I never take it off.

Prompts: "I don't care if you are a (witch/hobbit), I love you." "I don't care if you won't let me marry her, I love her and you can't take her away from me ever." "I will always love you."

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I ship you with Fili! (a close second was Legolas!)

Fili's feelings for you was a slow-burning evolution. He respected and admired you from the very start and you became friends quite quickly, but there were no romantic feelings at first. Slowly he began to notice his heart beating a bit faster every time he saw you. He slowly grew more protective of you, and even felt jealous when someone else showed an interest in you.

Your feelings for him were evolving at about the same rate (though maybe a bit faster). When he truly knew that he had developed these feelings, he waited until you had a private moment alone and told you, and when he learned you returned them, he was ecstatic.

He knew there would be discourse amongst other dwarves when they learned of his feelings as dwarves very rarely marry outside of their race. Some wouldn't care once they met you, but some held an unfortunate prejudice, especially since he was to be king one day.

BUT though Fili is proud of his heritage and family, he would never let them dictate his future or who he marries and loves. So even if he had to give up the throne, he would choose you.

Fili knew you would never want him to give that up, or cause a rift within his family. So you would pull away, even though it broke your heart. But Fili wouldn't except it, and would continue to court you no matter what, all the time convincing and battling for your love with those who wold oppose it.

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In my head you are a Hobbit with a knack for magic due to a past relationship between your Hobbit ancestor and an unknown person.

There are rumors that it was a powerful Wizard, and some think it was an Elf, but you don't know for certain as it's a big family secret.

But whoever they were, their magic lingered in your bloodline and strengthened with you, giving you magical abilities.

You are the first ever known Hobbit to have magic of a witch. (Even witches in themselves are extremely rare in this world)

When you met the dwarves (through your connection with Bilbo) they were in awe of your magic, and a little frightened, but mostly in awe.

Especially when they discovered just how caring, strong and kind you were.

They quickly learned you were an amazing ally and a great friend.

You especially got along well with Fili and Kili due to your closeness in age and similarities in personality.

They could tell you were sensitive to confrontation (yelling, and such), but the first time they saw you ready to battle for someone you cared for even using a sword, they were shocked in a best way.

This was one of the things that caused Fili to start seeing you a bit differently as well. His heart almost popped out of his chest when he saw the fire in your eyes.

Little Butterfly, Sunshine, and Little Rose are definitley pet-names Fili would cycle through. He would also call you 'amrâlimê' ('love of me'. aka 'My love')

Once Fili started courting you, he used mixtures of dwarven and hobbiton courting rituals.

So he of course gave you a bead from his beard and braided it into your hair.

And even if you are afraid of how other's would act due to your different races, Fili will still declare you are his intended and that he is courting you anytime the option arises, and especially if someone else so much as attempts to flirt with you.

((With this oneshot I changed the prompts a little so they would fit the situation))

Warnings: A bit angsty but with a happy ending

Note: I know nothing of Frerin, just that he is Thorins brother (Dis's older brother), so I made up his personality in this.

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As you walked through the courtyard, you kept your eyes peeled for a familiar head of golden hair. You felt eyes on you every where you went but you had begun to grow used to it by now.

You had made plenty of friends an acquaintances that you won over with your genuine heart. But there were still plenty who looked at you with scornful eyes. And many who uttered their thoughts out loud at the sight of you.

"There she goes again. She sticks out like a sore thumb."

Your steps slowed for a moment at the words as you walked past the market stall. Taking a sharp breath you continued on, ignoring the muttering of those who didn't care to get to know you or open their minds to your skills.

As much as you tried to ignore their words your chest tightened as your steps slowed. No matter how hard you tried to push past it, it still weighed on you. All of their words, stares, thoughts and opinions slowly making it harder for you to keep pushing forward.

Maybe it truly was a bad idea for you to remain here. As much as you love Fili, which you did, with all your heart, you seemed to only bring trouble to him. It wasn't enough that Thorin and Kili had accepted you, or the rest of the company. Fili's own parents were still hesitant, and his Uncle Frerin the loudest of all.

Fili was next in line for the throne, it was not suitable for him to be with someone like you. You knew him well enough to know he would never tell you to leave, that he would never break his courtship with you.

You paused in your steps as you stared at the ground.

'Maybe it would be better for him if I left.'

The thought made your heart ache as your chest clenched painfully. You felt your eyes brimming with tears as they burned. You continued to walk, not paying much attention to where it was you were going.

Hearing a familiar voice, you paused in your steps as you looked around, quickly wiping your face.

It was Fili's voice you heard. Your breath caught as the other familiar voice rang out from around the corner.

"Do you truly think the people will accept your marriage to someone of not only commoner blood, but a non-dwarven commoner?"

Frerin's voice made your stomach twist. He had been so kind to you when you first met. But as soon as he learned of Fili's affection towards you, he changed. You knew he was only being protective of his family, but you truly wish he would see you for what you were and accept you, as his sister had slowly begun to do.

"Why do you insist on insulting her every time we speak? You liked her in the beginning why change now?"

Fili's thoughts were an echo of your own. You leaned against the wall as you listened.

Frerin sighed, "I had no qualms against her personally, but you must know it is a ridiculous idea to marry her. It is best that she leaves here and goes back to Hobbiton. I know you have heard the whispers about her. About her magic, something so unnatural in her race-"

"Uncle I beg you keep your tongue. You should pay her more respect. She helped us to win the lonely mountain back, she helped us defeat the dragon Smaug, she fought beside us more bravely than you could imagine. She is the only reason me and my brother are still alive. Yet you still insist on trying to chase her away. I will not have it, not anymore. I do not care if you do not want me to marry her, I love her and you can't take her away from me, no matter how you try."

"Fili-"

"No. That is enough, I will listen to you no more. Not until you learn to respect her as she deserves."

As you heard Fili's steps come closer, you wiped the tears that had escaped and walked swiftly away.

As Fili rounded the corner, he saw you fleeing. His heart jolted as he raced to catch up to you. As he grabbed your wrist you turned around to face him. His heart ached as he saw remnant tears on your face.

He stepped closer and gently cupped your face. "How much of that did you hear?"

You sniffled as you kept your eyes downcast. "Enough of it."

He stepped closer, and tilted your head to make you look into his eyes. "I'm sorry you heard his words, they were disgraceful."

You sniffled again as you shook your head with a smile before hugging him. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tight.

"I don't care what he thinks, not anymore. I only care what you think."

"You heard my words, yes? I am devoted to you, no matter what he or anyone else thinks."

Guilt rocked through you at his words.

"Are you certain is not better for me to leave? I seem to only cause you grief."

Fili pulled away as he looked into your eyes, his eyes filled with fear and desperation. "Don't you dare." Wiping a stray tear with his thumb he shook his head softly. "Do not let their words chase you away, do not let them win."

Leaning in, he pressed a slow soft kiss to your lips. When he pulled away his voice softened.

"I do not care that you are a Hobbit, or even a Witch, you could be an Elf for all I care. I love you, I will always love you."

You smiled at him through your teary eyes before pulling him into another hug. As he wrapped his arms around you, you resolved to stay. You couldn't leave him, not now, not ever.

It would take time for the Dwarves to see you as Fili wished. And it would be hard, but you would make it. The people would slowly grow to love you in all ways. They would trust your skills, your magic and your kind heart. In the end you would win, and your's and Fili's love was the prize.

xx

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Hobbitlove: A Day in the Shire - Sam’s Ruminations

♡ Samwise Gamgee x Frodo Baggins ♡

Description: Sam, older, wiser, and married happily to Rosie, sits on his porch one day ruminating on his tragic love affair with Frodo.

Warnings: NSFW content, anal sex, creampie, CBT, bondage

Word Count: 1,040

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It was a balmy Saturday in the Shire. The gentle breeze played at the daisies, making them dance in their flowerbeds. Samwise sat outside of Bag End, smoking pipeweed and watching the birds fly to and fro. As he neared the end of his life, he reached a stage where he found himself ruminating on the past. He had grown so much since his youth when he used to garden for Mister Bilbo and then Mister Frodo after that. He had traveled to Mordor and back. Married his sweet Rosie, had beautiful children, and even became mayor. Life’s twists and turns had shown Sam more than he ever thought he would see as a young and virile Hobbit. His Rosie had died years ago and his children had left him to live their own lives. Sam looked up into the blue sky, losing himself in his memories…

It was morning, the first day of Sam’s new job as a gardener to the scandalous Mister Bilbo Baggins. Much talk of Mister Biblo was heard about the Shire and his adventures, even more talk spread when he took in his orphaned nephew Frodo. 

As Sam passed through the gate of bag end he was greeted by a handsome Hobbit he could only assume was the Frodo Baggins himself. Sam was caught off guard by Frodo’s delicate beauty. His piercing blue eyes seemed to assess Sam and then Frodo smiled and Sam was lost. 

A polite companionship bloomed between them in the coming months, the two started off just giving polite greetings but there was a magnetism that seemed to draw them together. Soon they began to chat over mundane topics and those talks together grew longer and more intense as the two Hobbits grew closer and closer.

Sam would lay in his bed at night and dream of Frodo. He saw him laughing as he played pranks. He saw his shy smiles as they shared secrets. Desire bloomed in the pit of his stomach but Sam knew there was a line he couldn’t cross. Sam was an employee of Mister Bilbo and by extension Mister Frodo. There was no way he would be interested in his uncle’s gardener. 

But one day everything changed. 

It was a rainy day. Mister Bilbo was away dealing with his relatives, leaving Frodo home alone. Sam started of repotting the prickleberry bushes but soon the rain became too dense for Sam to do any work. Frodo called him inside to wait out the rain. Sam was soaked to the bone and Frodo offered him a change of clothes. 

Sam went to a room to change, first removing his wet shirt that clung to his defined muscles that he acquired from all his gardening. He unbuttoned his pants and started to remove them when Frodo opened the door, “Sorry, I forgot to give you a towel—” 

Frodo blushed and so did same. Things were falling apart, Sam thought to himself. He was caught in a compromising position. His ass was out, the globes plump and pink. Frodo’s eyes couldn’t help but stare. He had harbored a secret longing for Samwise ever since he first laid his eyes upon the other Hobbit. There was a line that he knew the two of them couldn’t cross and today was a day of reckoning, a day for crossing lines. 

Frodo thought back to the times where he would watch Sam working in the garden. On hot days Samwise would remove his jacket and shirt. Frodo would watch the sweat travel down the handsome and lean form. The sunkissed golden skin covered in golden hair enraptured Frodo.  He longed to be held in Sam’s strong arms. To be cared for lovingly. Frodo found himself thinking of excuses to be around Sam and speak to him. In his heart the seed of love was planted. Each night he would tend to that seed until it blossomed on this rainy night. 

Frodo didn’t mean to intrude on Sam’s privacy and he immediately dropped the towel and vacated the room. Sam rebuttoned his pants and chased after him, “Frodo! Wait!” 

He captured Frodo's hand in his own. Holding the delicate hand in his rough calloused one. Frodo turned to Sam and held him in his gaze. The stared at each other for one heart beat, and then two. The two of them moved closer and closer to each other unknowingly until they were a hair’s breadth apart. Sam could feel the heat of Frodo’s breath on his face. Frodo reached up a trembling hand to gently caress Sam’s cheek. 

Frodo’s touch felt warm, like the sun shining down on the flower beds. It made Sam’s face redden with heat and the bud of suppressed desire finally bloomed into a blossoming flower of hobbitlove. 

Their lips crashed together none too gently. Their love burned hot Frodo’s hands traveled down the exposed flesh of Sam’s body. Sam moaned into Frodo’s mouth. Trembling just as much as Frodo, Sam moved his hands along Frodo’s shoulders, traveld down his chest to unbutton his shirt. Each inch of exposed flesh sent a jolt of fresh desire to Sam’s core. Soon they were both shirtless, their hardened bodies pressed together. The fit like a key and a lock, made for each other. The two of them moved back into the room, falling together in a mess of limbs onto the soft featherbed. 

Clothes were discarded as their fevered bodies moved together, yearning to be closer than close. To feel each other deep inside, to feel the depth of their hard love being spread open, spread before each other. Sam and Frodo worshiped at the altar of love, their moans a song sent to the ainur in the heavens. They painted each other’s bodies with their exhaulted love, drinking it in, savoring every salty drop. 

Once they finished they realized that once wa snot enough. Their bodies entangled in their hobbitlove all throughout the night and well into the morning. 

As Sam sat on his bench in Bag End, he thought back to that rainy night and smiled. He had know Frodo’s love and would always cherish it to his dying day. 

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Frodo and Aragorn, 2, 3, 5, 6!

Ooh, this is a fun one! Let’s go!

2. “My favorite scene of them”

Okay, this might just be dumb whumpy brain talking, but…y’know that part after the Mines of Moria where Aragorn has to undress Frodo a little bit to look at the wound in his side? And how Frodo puts up a bit of a fuss like “no I’m fine please don’t touch my clothes” and Aragorn is like “but we need to see what the ‘hammer and anvil’ did to you” and Frodo is like “=>~<= fine” and finally gives in, and then when Aragorn sees the mithril he’s like “8-O oh wow shiny shirt!! 8-D” while presumably Frodo is sinking into the grass in mortification in the background? Yeah.

Aside from the obvious adorable hurt/comfort-ness of it all, I think it’s a fun microcosm of their relationship and personalities. Frodo does his best to be independent and not need any help—and often, he has a surprising amount of success, as in the instance with the cave troll and his courage the Ford—but Aragorn is a kind and caring leader, and his word carries more authority, and despite only knowing him for a few months, Frodo trusts him enough to capitulate to his care—after just a bit of token protest.

I dunno. It’s just really sweet and makes my brain go DINGG

3. “A random headcanon I have of them”

Well, this one actually concerns a friend they have in common: Bilbo! We know from canon that Bilbo is a rabid shipper; case in point, “the Lady Arwen was there, hint hint nudge nudge 😏😏”. If he’s bold enough to tease Aragorn, I can only imagine what hell it must have been for Frodo, the second eternal batchelor of Bag End, to grow up with his gratuitous matchmaker of an uncle. Not a single eligible lass in all of Hobbiton could even breathe in the same direction as Frodo without Bilbo jumping all over it like “ooh, do I see SPARKS in the air?? Young Mistress Periwinkle seems have taken an interest in you, Frodo, I do believe it’s LOVE” while Frodo does his very best to shrink into himself and disappear slap through the ground.

All of that to say that Frodo is deeply embarrassed—but also enjoys a little bit of secret vindication and schadenfreude—to see Bilbo set his sights on teasing Aragorn instead.

Aragorn doesn’t mind. He thinks it’s funny.

5. “A scene I wish we had of them”

Y’know what scene in the movies where Aragorn closes Frodo’s hand around the Ring and says “I would have gone with you into the very fires of Mordor”? And how Frodo’s hand looks so tiny in Aragorn’s coarse, dirty fingers, and Aragorn’s eyes look so mournful and kind? Yeah. That wasn’t in the books, but…yeah.

6. “A scene with them that I want to rewrite/change in some way”

It’s a tiny thing, but as a kid it’s always bugged me that Aragorn forgot that Frodo and Sam were hurt in the escape from Moria. Now that I’m older, of course I realize that he had a lot more on his mind—what with Gandalf just dying and all—but I feel like a small tweak wouldn’t really hurt. Aragorn could be aware that the hobbits are wounded, but he’s forced to make them run to save their lives, and then he can regroup as soon as they’re safe and say something along the lines of “I’m sorry, I know you’re hurting, but we couldn’t stay in there a moment longer; now let’s get you somewhere safe so we can tend those wounds”. Again, hardly important in the grand scheme of things—and would probably mess up the pacing somewhat—but it would make Little Kid Me sleep better at night.

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