#I’m laughing very hard but just know I was very 🙈 while writing this

[chemerr2]

i’m not sure if you’re taking requests but…. if you are comfy with it, could you please supply the thirsty jeff sluts with a smut? :,)

plot could be something where y/n and jeff don’t get along at all and constantly fight but one night they just say fuck it and give in to each other and😏😏😏 but like hateful maybe.. but still passionate🤭

hi sorry anon i’ve been MIA lol but i haven’t given up writing tho.

a/n: i like this request and hateful sex with jeff is indefinitely sexy 🙈

warnings: rough sex like..very rough sex, degrading, reader cries, cumshot and a bunch of swearing.

god you hated the way his eyes pierced into the back of your head after you walk pass him or how he purposely tried to trip you up but you caught yourself in time before falling face first on the hard dirty floor. He picks with everyone, but you’re his favorite victim to terrorize when you try to enjoy your evening;minding your business.

It wasn’t too long before you got fed up and started to yell at him for how he treats you: the rude and offhandedly comments he makes about you for literally just existing. But you expressing your discomfort didn’t cause any realization to what he was doing..it just went one ear out the other. He’d continue to fuck with you all day by saying mean things, taking or moving your things around and doing something reall petty. It’s only fair that you start to mirror his actions and attitude, right? when you did: oh boy jeff was far from pissed, he wanted to paint his bedroom wall red with your brains after you start doing the same shit he does to you; to him.

you push him around, nudge him, make fun of him, purposely take the last of everything so he sits there like a angry pup watching you eat the last of his food. How you break his things and call him names 10x hurtful than the ones he’s called you beforehand. He HATED this treatment, he hated the way his own medicine tasted so he decided to spit it out by busting into your room: head full of shit to do and say to you.

as your sitting on your bed doing nothing, he barges in your room, looking down at you. “what the fuck? get out my room.” you say annoyed, beyond pissed he had the audacity to even touch your doorknob. “you’re stinking up my laundry” you chuckle to yourself but when he slams your bedroom door you look over at him and he’s still peering down at you. No matter how pale and damaged his skin is: in the face you can see him turn red out of anger and the way his brows are practically connected from being furrowed. Now you’re beyond nervous and angry, because: One. what are his intentions? Two. You don’t want him in your room!! but jeff doesn’t know what a no is anyways, he rejects the rejection. Looking back at him— he starts to speak— and to no avail, straight bullshit comes out his dirty trap “i’m tired of you talking to me crazy and saying the fucked up ass shit” he inches closer “sometimes you just need to shut the fuck up, y/n” he got close to where his abdomen was touching yours from the way his posture is horribly constructed but he was still close enough for you to feel his hot breath washing over your mixed face of emotions.

in a whiff: he grabs your backside, squeezing your fat, spongy ass in his large, coarse hands; dirty nails digging deep into your skin. — pulling you close to him. You can’t lie to yourself anymore.. you had to admit: his deep and raspy voice turned you on. Especially when he yelled at you and laughed in your face. His voice was alluring in a way; definitely when he hurt your feelings. So you didn’t fight back when he slipped one of his hands underneath your shirt. With no bra on: he began fondling your tits and rubbing over your nipples with his thumb. No words were said as he began helping himself to your body: licking your tits, sucking them, biting your nipples, pinching them, slapping your tits around, grabbing your ass cheeks and spreading them while your still in your pajama pants. Finally, he’s done playing around! your shirt is barely off all the way; only being partially off to get a view of your tits. your chest is wet with his spit and you swear your pussy juice is sliding down your leg from how wet you are.

you lay yourself down on the bed, being submissive. Jeff unbuckles his belt: letting his pants hit the floor on its on and you were stunned at his..length. For someone who talks a lot of shit like jeff— you weren’t expecting him to carry a vast pack of dick around in those horrid skinny jeans he wears. He looks at you through his lengthy black locks before aggressively stripping your pajama pants off your body. He sees your full, meaty pussy soaping and slobbering for his dick. “no bra..no panties, you really are fucking nasty.” his words meant nothing before so why are they making you horny now? positioning himself between your legs, he began slapping his tip between the wet substance that covered your pussy. He wanted to tease you..knowing you were loving this and needing it— needing his cock in your tight pussy so it can hug him and grip his brick hard cock. Jeff relentlessly teased you by slowly slipping his tip in and out your pussy, barely putting an inch of his cock inside your. Seeing how impatient and annoyed you were getting by the expressions on your face nd the look your giving him, made his cock throb and his balls wiggle with excitement. He bent down to your ear and grabbed both your wrist with his hands “you really want this dick then you better beg for it.” jeff gruffly whispered before kissing your neck with his tongue— putting himself back upright while looking down at your body, exposed and just for him. You were stubborn, especially when it came to demands but you couldn’t help yourself when he dragged his cock along your clit and used his thumb to rub harsh circles on it.

“please..” your moan dragged your word out like saliva. “please what?” jeff bantered with you while you were in a submissive state. “fuck me, please” jeff laughs at your eagerness before he rammed his dock deep into your pit. You cry out loud as the stretch of his cock was greater than your last— dick was fat and an inch bigger than average. 20 minutes hadn’t pass and he’s already kissing your cervix with his red tip. Your wailing moans and cries— he was reaching far back into your pussy, touching depths of it you never knew would be there. In desperate attempts: you try and push him off you,, hands on his abdomen as he’s drilling you in like a nail. “FUCK! jeff” your cunt was so tightly packed with his girth that it felt like he got stuck at times “you givin up? s’too much for ya? hm?” he said through clenched teeth.

“i hate you..bastard” you moaned out trying to keep what little of morality you have left inside you. Grabbing on his hair and pulling him close as he fucks you into the mattress with each thrust resulting in you hitting your head against the hard wall. His dick ramming into you and slipping out became a routine in the last 30 minutes before he grabbed your throat and started mate fucking you against your bedroom wall and on your bed; foreheads against one another and he’s looking into your eyes but you can’t see nothing but hate and lust. A sadistic smile on his face as he pulls his cock and cums all over your belly and pussy— leaving it gasping and clenching for air. Pulling back he let’s go of your neck and stays on the edge of the bed catching his breath..mumbling something before putting his pants on and leaving out your room.

[mothxmoons]

Hi, can I request another jealous wesker, with Chris and Jill too again? I love the other one you did 🥰 I like to think that Chris and Jill like getting him jealous because they're curious of weskers reactions and don't mind the extra work they get as punishment and are like "it was worth it lol". But Chris and Jill genuinely like the reader. Or maybe something silly and crazy that they all wake up in bed together lol.

Or if just the jealousy writing, maybe rookie Leon adding to the mix and unintentionally getting wesker jealous lol.

I like when my fav characters get jealous over reader 🙈

Hell yeah I can do that, let’s say this is an offshoot timeline where Wesker is staying in STARS instead of betraying it. Because that seems smarter in the long run.

When Jill and Chris found out you and Wesker were romantically involved, finally, they immediately knew why they were punished so often for flirting with you.

So obviously they wanted to see how far they could push it with very subtle flirts. However, they didn’t expect his reaction.

“Hey doll face, have you seen my file. The uh- blue one.” Chris asked looking around his desk, searching under papers.

“Didn’t you take that home?” You said, looking up from your paperwork.

“Oh, right. I’m going to have run back later.” He sighed, rubbing his neck, “Thanks anyways, sweetheart.”

He could see Wesker twitch at that but said nothing at your nonchalant expression at the pet names. But when he left, Wesker leaned over and whispered something to you which made you smile.

Jill came next, flirtier than Chris was, but still rather subtle about it. A compliment here, a jest there, all in good fun. Telling you how pretty and handsome you are, cute or funny, sweet or charming, you were called it all. Pet names were a go to as she really wanted to rile up the captain.

“Thanks babe!”

“You’re a miracle worker, honey!”

“Thanks lovely!”

And you seemed so oblivious to it.

And while it did make Wesker twitch and scrunch his nose while glaring at the two, they took it one step further.

They got the new rookie involved. And that hit way harder for Wesker than Jill and Chris flirting with you.

Leon made genuine compliments to you, openly admiring you, and just really friendly and happy to be around you. And he showed it too.

Although he wasn’t flirting, it still made Wesker ticked. He was not flirting. And yet he can make you pink just by complimenting your skills. How you fluster when he admires you.

It was hard to watch since Leon is also a blonde with blue eyes like Wesker is. And it made him pissed.

Leon only admires you but he says a lot of things that Wesker’s pride can’t handle being said aloud. But it hurts his pride and ego more to see a rookie complimenting you innocently and making him jealous.

Wesker growled as he stood up from his desk and made his way over to you.

“Detective, may I see you in my office?” He asked, his professional air intimidating Leon.

“Of course, cap.” You replied with a smile, waving bye to Leon as you followed him into his office.

“What’s up?” You said as you closed the door behind you.

“…I just wanted to have you to myself for a while.” He said, taking off his shades.

You laugh, walk over to him, and replied, “Leon may be charming, but you’re my soulmate, you know?”

He smiled at you as he placed you onto his lap, kissing your temple.

“I know…but I just want to make sure you’re mine.”

“I’ll always be your’s.”

[a-strange-inkling]

Hiya, hope you’re having a good day. Firstly want to say sorry about your granddad. Secondly, I ADORE your old haunts universe, you just literally make my day whenever you give us even the tiniest crumbs! Lastly, if it’s not too much to ask ofcourse, 7,8,15 aaand 21 from the asks? 💗

Thank you, that’s very kind 💕 I miss him a lot, but I like to think he’s with my grandma now 🤍

Aww thank you! I do love writing and expanding that story, it’s a big comfort in a lot of ways for me! My oneshot is almost finished being edited, so we’ll get a little more of it in a few days 💖

Ooo these are some good ones…

(cw: a tiny bit spicy for number 8 🙈)

7. What's their most and least favorite thing about each other?

Nothing. They like everything about one another. They’re perfect.

No I’m kidding lol they’re human beings, they have their frustrations and can drive one another crazy once in a while.

Eddie’s least favorite thing is when Chrissy hides her problems from him, when she shuts down or slips quietly away during a difficult situation. Especially when she gives him the silent treatment, or uses what he calls ‘Jason tactics’ like fake smiling, or one word amiable replies, telling him she’s fine; he loses his mind. He hates that she still sometimes feels like she has to carry all her burdens alone and can’t tell him what’s bothering her. It also breaks his heart when she’s too hard on herself, when she hurts or denies herself, or is just straight up self degrading.

Chrissy’s least favorite thing is when Eddie doesn’t take important things serious. When he jokes about something serious or avoids it, makes it small, because that how he’s gotten through a lot of difficulties in his life. She knows it’s a copping mechanism, and she understands why he does it, but she wishes he wouldn’t always joke about his trauma or runaway from it.

8. What do they find physically sexiest about each other?

Oh my God… what don’t they find physically sexiest about one another? I don’t think they could pick one thing, but I’ll try my best..

For Chrissy, I can narrow it down to three and no less. In no particular order: 1. His hands, they’re so, so big and rough and strong, yet he touches her so gently. She loves the feel of them caressing her and always melts when he holds her. The way he plays his guitar, his rings, his rigid knuckles. She’s putty in them. 2. His eyes, those big, beautiful brown eyes that get so dark and fathomless at night when he wants to have his way with her, and so warm and glowing in the morning when he watches her wake up. His lashes so think and long they reach his cheekbones. He can destroy her with just one look standing across a room from her. She’s a helpless mess and he knows it. They’re her biggest weakness. 3. His lips/mouth… Jesus, help me… because yes that… but also because of his full kissable lips and his smile, his ridiculously beautiful and sexy smile. His voice. Poor girl never ever stood a chance. Honorable mentions: hair, neck, back and *smacks self*

Okay for Eddie… Oh God… I don’t even know if I can get it down to three, he’s just so obsessed with every little part of her… okay so 1. Her eyes as well, she’s got the prettiest craziest color eyes he’s ever seen, they always put him in a daze, she hits him with those and a flutter of her lashes and he’s on his knees for her. 2. Her legs, so long and shapely and strong, he’d love to just be smothered between her thighs. Her grace and agility honestly gets him so turned on, the way she can wind so effortless around him, the boy’s well done. 3. Her lips/mouth, yes they share two out of three favorite things, what are you going to do? But, yes her mouth, he loves her pouty bottom lip, her gorgeous quirky smile. Her laugh and all the little noises she makes… ridiculously sexy. The way she kisses him so sweetly, he’s a total goner. There’s also her sinewy neck and her shiny soft hair and I could go on for days… her whole dang body, she’s a goddess and he worships her, let’s be real.

15. What habits or characteristics have they picked up from each other?

They really have balanced one another out in a lot of ways. She’s calmed him, he takes more care with his words and his actions, he’s kinder, more thoughtful, and he’s helped her find her voice, to speak her mind. She’s become more confident and can see how beautiful and worthy she is despite her flaws. They very much inspire one another to be better people.

21. If they live together, how do they split household responsibilities?

They live together from 1986 on and they are pretty harmonious in that aspect of their life. It’s very natural, they love taking care of one another, so that comes easy. Having their own place to even take care of is a dream come true for both of them.

They both work, so they split the household responsibilities pretty evenly, but pick up the slack if the other needs it anywhere. If Chrissy makes breakfast, Eddie makes dinner. Whoever didn’t cook will wash the dishes, the other will put the dishes away and so on. They enjoy doing chores together 💕 it doesn’t really even feel like chores.

[moriartyluver]

Hello dear! I'm really glad to find your blog cuz i've been searching for new writers for the past two days, so here's my request: student sherlock x reader (it'd be nice it they were 16 since i'm that age). Remember that scene on Noahitic (idk if it written like this?) When some women were asking Sherly to guess pepole living? Ok it happens in the class where some asshole girls hate reader and askes him to guess her living, they thought she wasn't hearing but she definetly did so when he was about to talk about her she stopped him saying that's her private life which made him curious about her and the girls got pissed and started arguing with her, for his surprise she has a good speech and she kept pissing them off till he stopped them, at lunch time he asked her to have the meal together, they chatted and laughed togehter and he fell so hard for her. Uummmm, I know it's long and really sorry for that T_T (if you could do pt 2 tell me pls so i can tell you the rest in my mind🙈 really sorry for bothering❤)

A/N: thank you for your request and you are absolutely not a bother at all!! I’m very excited for this because I’ve never written for Sherlock before but I’ll do my best! I hope you like it <3

warnings: bullying, mentions of age gap (not between reader and Sherlock)

Character: Sherlock Holmes from Moriarty The Patriot x reader

Genre: fluff?? Angst?? Just general ig

Prompt: above ^^

format : oneshot

University lectures were always boring. The sound of the chalk scratching against h the dry blackboard was going to be the death of you. Still, not many people like yourself got a chance at learning in a university so you sucked it up and continued writing your notes as ink stained your fingers.

Once the bell rang to signal the lecture was over, you rushed in the direction of the library, careful not to accidentally bump into anyone, especially not your classmates.

Because you were a lower class girl who somehow managed to exceed in academics and get into a prestigious university, a lot of people looked down on you and projected their insecurities onto you. Was it wrong of them? Of course. But was it also understandable..?

Nah.

Once the doors on the library had swung open, you prayed that the book you had seen the other day would still be there.

Thankfully, it was. It took you a while to reach onto that top shelf as the university campus was more designed for people…older than your 16 year old self.

Once you had taken the book, your rushed over to your usual seat, only to realise that a group of girls a few years older than you, clearly in the university only to study more feminine courses as told by their wealthy parents, had made themselves comfortable in your usual place.

They were sat surrounding a tired and almost frustrated looking boy who seemed to be your age.

To you, he resembled a bird. A raven to be more precise. His dark locks were tied into a messy ponytail and a small baby hair had turned into a curl on top of his fringe. His dark eyes were narrow and if your looked close enough, you could see faint traces of eye bags and dark circles, indicating he didn’t sleep well.

Now you were faced with an issue. Would you go and tell them that you would like to sit there and stand your ground. Knowing those girls, who disliked you a bit too much to not be considered obsession, they purposely sat there only to annoy you.

Or would it be more suitable for you to walk over to one of the couches in the corner, a good distance away from them so you could read in peace.

You chose the latter, of course.

You walked passed the girls, noticing glared and dirty looks from the corner of your eye as you walked passed. As you sat down, there loud and high pitched giggles, clearly trying to either gain attention from male peers or they were trying to make you jealous of their so called ‘friendship’ that relied so heavily on wealth and status, had resumed.

After a few minutes of reading and then getting distracted, you noticed that the library had gotten quiet. Your eyes remained on the yellowed pages but your attention drifted back to the group of girls surrounding that boy.

They were now speaking at a low whisper. You deduced they were trying to hide something from you based on the glances they gave you and the small gestures in your direction.

As you recalled, the only words you had heard from the tired boys mouths was him making deductions on the lives of other people. Nothing too scandalous just things such as hobbies or pets. You’d seen the girls pester the boy, asking him for more juicy gossip rather than just boring guesses.

Being the quiet kid meant that you had grown used to people talking about you or making remarks such as “I didn’t know she could speak!” In attempts to offend or irritate you but for you, it meant that you succeeded in keeping your personal life private, something very few noblemen and noblewomen could achieve.

You began to eavesdrop on their hushed conversation, and you came to the conclusion that they wanted the raven-boy to make deductions about you.

Sherlock Holmes. That was his name. He had grown popular around campus for his intellect and flawless deductions. It surprised you that you had realised so late as you were almost always aware of everyone and everything going on within the student community. Then again, you had expected him to be slightly more lively and sociable.

‘Maybe the girls were beginning to annoy him too.’ You thought.

“The quite girl in the corner? Well she-“ Sherlock was interrupted by your voice suddenly appearing behind him.

“I’d rather you not gossip about my personal life.” You glanced around at the girls who stood before you with a glare

“You really aren’t all that you think you are, (last name).” One girl chimed in.

“Yeah!” Said another “how do you know we were talking about you anyways? You’re so stuck up! Thinking your worthy of being in such an establishment!”

You deadpanned stay their pathetic attempt to cover up their gossiping habits.

“Really? I understand that you failed most of the tests to get here, Miss Penelope, but surely you could come up with a more intelligent lie.” You raised an eyebrow “or is your smooth brain incapable of such activities?”

“Why you-!”

“So what if we were talking about you? It’s not like you have anything to hide, right, (last name)?” One of the taller ones asked. You hadn’t seen her before so you didn’t know her name. She had long auburn hair and blue eyes that angled upwards to accompany her cat like smile.

“Thankfully I don’t need to hide anything, unlike Miss Sophie’s father who is currently having an affair with a girl of her age but that’s not my business.” You brushed a hand through your hair as you nodded to a blonde girl who was on the verge of tears. “ If your lives are so dull that you have to fantasise about my life, perhaps that’s a you problem. Get a life.” You walked off in silence and sat back down on the couch, smirking secretly at their defeated faces.

Unknown to you, Mr Holmes was watching you, in awe of your ability to shut them down so fast. He was grateful you had given him the opportunity to sneak away and have a cigarette instead of letting his brain cells deteriorate in such foul company.

The older girls of the group had attempted to go and continue arguing with you, hoping you could physically assault them and maybe even get yourself expelled but Sherlock was quick to come to your defence.

“Ladies, if there’s anything I can deduce for you, is that that plan of yours won’t work. Miss (name) is way too calm and composed for that.” He said before giving you a quick glance and then rushing out of the library to have a cigarette before his next lecture.

After the encounter in the library, Sherlock had been thinking about you for ages, hoping to get to know a girl like yourself. Someone who wouldn’t make his brain rot like the rest of his peers.

He was slightly nervous when lunch came about to go and talk to you while you ate in the cafeteria. What if you thought he was pretentious or rude?

Still, he sucked up all his worries and approached you while you sat in the corner, one empty seat opposite you.

“Hey!” He smiled as he sat in front of you. You raised your head to meet his now brighter blue eyes and gave him a polite smile “we met in the library. (Name) (last name), is it?”

“It is. You must be the oh so famous Sherlock Holmes, correct? I heard you could deduce the most interesting things from these perfect nobles.”

“It is I!” He laughed. “You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?”

“Go ahead. As long as you aren’t anything like those girls from the library…”

“Right, right. Sorry about that-“

“It’s alright. I could tell you didn’t want to be there any less than I did. I’m impressed that you made it out with a fully functioning brain.”

As the conversation continued, Sherlock had only grown more and more infatuated with all the little things you did. The furrowed eyebrows when you thought deeply about something, the fidgeting of your hands indicating you were nervous at first that managed to fade. Everything about you was beautiful to him.

“You don’t mind having a meal together..like soon?”

“How soon?” You asked, a hand pressing against your soft cheek

“Maybe tomorrow? I’d like to get to know you better.” He stuttered, a bit embarrassed.

“I think you’re not the only one. I’ll grant you the ‘honour’ of getting to know me, Sherlock.”

He grinned in triumph “You won’t regret it, (name)!”

As time continued, you and Sherlock had grown close and he could only fall harder and harder with each encounter the two of you shared.

You would always listen to him talk and understand his fast paced and intelligent mind. You reassured him that he was good for you.

You had also grown fond of him. Every little deduction he would make about you made you feel understood for the first time in your life. He never inquired into your personal life although he already knew as much as he needed to.

“What are we, (name)?” He once asked you while he sat next to you, gazing at the night sky.

“Lovers.” You smiled

[these-written-reveries]

About Me!

*I figured I would make a little post to tell y’all a bit about myself. If you’re interested, keep reading!

» Hi, I’m Kalista! I also go by Kal, or whatever other sweet name you wanna call me 🥰

» I’m 25

» My pronouns are she/her

» I identify as demisexual and lesbian/queer 🌈

I know it may be silly/confusing to hear this, considering I mostly write/post/fawn over fictional men. To sum it up: I like men in theory, not in practice.

» I have autism and adhd (audhd). This discovery about myself has opened many doors to self-acceptance that were previously locked by shame and confusion. I’m very proud of my neurodivergence!

» I am also physically disabled. I have a nice lil’ handful of chronic conditions lol. I like to laugh about it because it’s the best way to cope through the misery.

» I’m a “maladaptive daydreamer”. Have been since I was a child. Reading/writing was always a primary outlet for me to cope with and escape my reality and delve into dream worlds. Fanfiction was a huge part of that, so I’m very grateful for it.

» Music is a big inspiration for me when it comes to…just about everything. But especially my writing. I also have a very eclectic taste in music. I like at least a little bit of almost everything.

Favorite artists/bands: Lake Street Dive, Chappell Roan, Taylor Swift, Fleetwood Mac/Stevie Nicks, Shania Twain, Anna Calvi, Ashnikko, Superknova, Sammy Rae & The Friends, Ella Fitzgerald, Laufey, Hozier, BTS, Sabrina Carpenter, Nine Inch Nails (I’m trying not to list a lot, it’s very hard 🙈)

» Some of my fav shows: Supernatural, New Girl, My Hero Academia, Stranger Things, Pose, Grace and Frankie, Ouran High School Host Club, Sherlock, Haunting of Bly Manor, Orange is the New Black, Why Women Kill

» Some of my fav movies: Howl's Moving Castle, Joker, Batman: The Dark Knight, Pride and Prejudice (2005), Pirates of the Caribbean (1-3), Ratatouille, Legally Blonde (2001), Beauty and the Beast (1991), Peter Pan (2003), Princess Diaries (1 & 2)

» Brevity is not my expertise. Can you tell?

» I love rats! Had 8 of them as pets, but decided to stop caring for more due to my disabilities and busyness of life that made it hard to keep going with it. I do not intend on having kids, so I hope in the future I can get back to being a rattie mom again. I also want cats…yeah, idk how I’m gonna make that work 🤭

» I live in America…It’s not fun here, guys…😭

» I'm working on writing a novel that will likely become a series! Not sure whether I'll decide to go with a publisher or self-published yet. I am still in the early-ish stages of worldbuilding and whatnot, so I have plenty of time to figure that out! This is my dream and I’m working hard to make it happen!

» One of the reasons I am committing myself to getting back to writing and posting fics again is because I want to keep my writing skills sharp while I work on my novel. I want to learn and grow and challenge myself more to become a better and more confident writer. The other reason is because I have held myself back for so long from doing this out of fear of not being good enough. I’m quite frankly tired of holding myself back from the things I want and I’m working on healing these parts of myself. This is part of that process! So, for those who have read my fics, thank you for supporting me! I very much appreciate you! ❤️

» I’m always open to making new friends, so please don’t hesitate to reach out to me -I promise I don’t bite!

I can’t really think of much else right now. Thanks for reading if you’ve made it all the way through! If you have any questions about me or wanna talk about something I wrote here, you can certainly send me an ask/message -just please be respectful, of course!

Hope you have a wonderful day/night wherever you are! 💖

[amorgansgal]

Hello lovely could I please request some wholesome young John and young Arthur brotherly shenanigans please??? Maybe a prank war or competitive streak that annoys the crap out of papa Hosea and Dutch 🙈

I loved doing this so much, mostly because I have two brothers myself (younger and older) and I decided I would definitely base this on the pranks and jokes we played on each other as kids. Two of these actually happened, one was inspired by a conversation I had on a discord chat. But I'll leave that up to you guys to decide which one that is! Hope you enjoy!

Shenigans, Pranks and Jokes with the Morgan/Marston Brothers!

The Fountain Pen incident

Dutch has a new, fancy fountain pen that he’s showing off to anyone who will give him the time of day. He’s promising to write the next great American novel, which will detail the exploits of the Van Der Linde Gang and put a lot of those absurd lies made up in the newspapers to rights.

Bessie, Annabelle and Susan have already moved on to a different subject. Only Hosea is egging Dutch on, ‘Are you going to start from the gang’s beginning or your own? Because I’m sure everyone would want to read about how you popped into the world!’

The pen is more or less forgotten by dinner time.

The next morning is another matter. John’s face is covered with an inky moustache, a goatee, far thicker eyebrows.

“Arthur, why the hell have you done this?” Dutch demands. “Did you use MY pen?”

Arthur manages to stop wheeze laughing to defend himself. “NO! I got better things to do than draw on Marston’s face!”

Hosea sighs and shakes his head. “Arthur, come on. This is childish even for you!”

“I swear I didn’t do it!”

“Then who did?”

“Why you blamin’ me?”

“Well who else would do that?”

“I don’t know!”

After a week of this enduring mystery, John reveals to Bessie he did it himself. Even though he scrubs his face in the morning, the inky stain doesn’t leave his skin for a whole week and John refuses to leave camp unless he’s wearing his bandana.

Eventually the whole camp knows and Arthur falls off a stool because he’s laughing so hard. John storms off. When he comes back, Arthur offers to touch up his eyebrows. John storms off again.

The Man-Eating Wild Pigs Prank

While Arthur and John are returning back from a job, they realised that with the evening rapidly drawing in they’ll need to camp in a nearby woods instead of returning home.

As they try to find a good spot, Arthur suddenly thinks of a great prank he can play.

“Hold on a minute… yeah, definitely know these woods. When we camp, we best be careful. Heard tell there’s some wild pigs ‘round here that will rip the stomach clean out a man and eat it.”

“You’re full of shit, Arthur!”

“I ain’t. I’m serious. Was in the newspaper in town, fellow went out hunting here and they found him the next day…” He lets out a low whistle. “Nasty stuff.”

John seems to brush it off, but Arthur can tell he’s more wary and keeps nervously jolting when he hears any animals rustling.

Once camp is set up, they’ve had a good meal and John has settled back on his bedroll. Arthur casually mentions needing to relieve himself and heads off into the woods.

He gives it a couple of minutes, then starts snorting and squealing like a pig.

John immediately jumps up, stares around the woods in horror and then runs off down the hill through the woods. Arthur can barely get him to stop running because he’s too busy laughing.

John is teased thoroughly about abandoning everything, even his own horse! He very grumpily tells Arthur: “That’s not funny! You’re not funny, Arthur! You’re an idiot!”

On occasion, even several years down the line, Arthur will still snort like a pig at John and John will do nothing but glare at him.

Marston has his revenge!

John intent on revenge for the pig prank, decides to play a prank on Arthur. He spends a whole afternoon gathering frogs in a bucket, then just as Arthur returns back to camp, he quickly pours the whole lot of them in Arthur’s bed under the blanket.

John sits down at a table with his dinner and watches and waits. Bessie knows he’s up to something as he keeps grinning wickedly and forgetting to eat his meal.

“WHAT THE-?! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Arthur’s furious roar echoes around the camp, birds fly from the trees, John is laughing so much he almost chokes on his dinner.

A frog hops out from the tent. Dutch rolls his eyes and looks at John, but before he can even lecture the boy, Arthur storms out from the tent.

“MARSTON! YOU COME HERE RIGHT NOW!”

John legs it.

Bessie, Annabelle, Susan, Pearson, Dutch and Hosea do their best to have a nice quiet supper, while the two boys are running all over camp.

“I ALMOST SAT ON ‘EM! YOU GODDAMN FOOL!”

“SERVES YOU RIGHT FOR THE PIG THING!”

“YER NEED TO LEARN TO TAKE A GODDAMN JOKE, MARSTON!”

“SO DO YOU! ARTHUR!”

Hosea looks up briefly. ‘Should we interfere?’

Bessie shakes her head. ‘No, they’ll wear themselves out eventually.’

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

No Business Like Show Business | Part Three

Series Summary: you work backstage at a theatre and become close with the star of the show (who you may also have a slight crush on)

Pairing: James McAvoy x reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: not proof read 🙈

A/N: ugh im sorry it takes me so long to write each part of this story, writers block is a bitch. Feel free to substitute James for any actor of your choosing. Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

Part Two | Masterlist

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If you’d have told me five years ago that one day I’d be working in a professional west end theatre alongside some of the countries best actors and actresses, I’d have been amazed. Add on that I would get to meet James McAvoy, and actually be his friend… well my inner teenager is fan-girling HARD.

James has been spending a lot of time with me in the props room lately. He sits and learns his lines while I sit and make the props. Sometimes we talk and laugh, other times we sit comfortably in each others company as we silently get on with our jobs.

I think he’s just happy to get away from Anastasia to be honest. I know its unprofessional to speak badly about the people you work with, especially if they’re one of the ‘stars’, but she is unbearable. On the rare occasion she actually chooses to acknowledge my existence, she insists on calling me ‘props girl’ and refuses to learn my name. James always gives me an apologetic look, even though its not his fault.

I don't know what her problem is with me. I’m just going to get on with my work and stay out of her way.

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As you take the familiar route through the theatre corridors and down to the basement, you’re surprised to find the props room door already open. ‘Vera?’ you think to yourself as you slowly approach the door. ‘Finally got her’ you smirk, preparing yourself before jumping into the room.

“Caught you! Step away from the tin- oh!” You stop as you find James sat on one of the chairs, his script on the table in front of him. He holds his hands up in fake surrender.

“I’m innocent I swear”

“Sorry, I thought you were Vera. She’s been sneaking in here and stealing my biscuits.” You explain and James laughs. “You’re here early today aren’t you?”

“Yeah, we’re rehearsing a difficult scene today so I wanted to get in and study the lines before.”

“How’s that going?” You say, dumping your bag and looking over his shoulder at the pages of dialogue in front of him.

“Eh, not good. I just can’t get this scene right.” He says looking down at his script in defeat then back at you. “Hey would you mind running through the lines with me? If you're not too busy?”

“Sure, yeah I can do that.”

“Great!” he says pulling out the other chair from under the desk and gesturing for you to sit.

As you sit he riffles through his script looking for a specific page and hands it to you. You stare at it, suddenly feeling very anxious. You hated reading aloud anyway, but reading a scene with a professional actor made you feel a whole new level of dread.

What if you mess up the words?

What if you lose your place on the page and can’t find it again?

How are you supposed to read it? Just like read the words off the page or is he expecting you to actually act it out?

You've never acted before, you're probably terrible at it and he’s going to think you're pathetic.

Why did you agree to this?

He must have noticed the panic in your eyes because he suddenly reaches out to put his hand on yours.

“Don't worry, this isn't an audition or anything. I won't judge you. I just need someone to say the other characters lines so that I can practice mine. But if you really don't want to do it I completely understand.” He flashes you a smile that instantly reassures you.

“It’s fine, I can do it.” You say, more to yourself than to James.

“Thank you.” You both smile as he squeezes your hand and nods to signal that he’s about to start the scene.

It was a passionate argumentative scene between two lovers. James delivered his lines perfectly, as you expected he would. You started off a bit slow, stumbling here and there but with James acting his lines out with such realism you felt yourself getting sucked into the scene so much that before you knew it you naturally started acting out the lines too.

Throughout the scene the argument gets less angry and more passionate. By the end of the scene you and James are both out of your seats standing so close together that your faces are inches apart. His hand is cupping your face, thumb gently stroking your lips as he’s staring hungrily at them. You're heart is beating so loud in your chest you think he can probably hear it too. Then suddenly he breaks away, and you stand there trying to regulate your breathing.

“And that’s where the characters will have their kiss, which we haven’t rehearsed yet so we’ll stop there.” He takes the script back from you and smiles. “Well done Y/N, you’re a natural! You should be on that stage instead of hiding down here underneath it.” He says and you laugh “I mean it Y/N, I really feel like there’s something there. Have you done any acting before?”

“As a kid, yeah I took classes and I loved it. It was all I ever thought about for a while, being on stage. It just never worked out”

“Why not?”

“Because I grew up-”

“You don't want do that” he interrupts with a smile.

“-and I became painfully aware of other people’s opinions.”

“Now you definitely don't want to do that.”

“Yeah well I do! I know I shouldn’t care, but that’s easier said than done.”

“At some point you’ve got to stop living your life in fear of what people might think, and just start living. The truth is people will form opinions of you no matter what you do, so you may as well do the things that you want.” He pauses, studying your face. “and if anyone judges you, fuck ‘em… not literally I mean, that’s not great advice-”

“No I know what you mean” you both laugh. “Thank you James”

There’s a comfortable silence as the two of you look at each other, smiling. James glances behind you to the clock on the wall, his eyes widen.

“Shit! I need to go, I’m supposed to at rehearsal!” He heads to the door “thank you for reading with me.”

“It’s fine, anytime.”

“See you around superstar.” He winks before disappearing out the room.

You stand there for a moment, replaying what just happened in your head. He was about to kiss you, right? I definitely felt that way. You didn’t imagine that.

You shake the thoughts from your head and refocus your mind on getting your work done.

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At lunch you make your way to the wardrobe department.

“Fancy a coffee date?” You ask cheerfully as you walk through the door, looking down at your phone.

“Are you buying?” an unexpected voice replies and you look up to find an almost naked James standing on a stool in his underwear.

“Sorry!” You say, quickly covering your eyes. “I thought you were-“

“Vera?” He says at the same time as you “This keeps happening. You do know that me and Vera look nothing alike?” He jokes and you laugh awkwardly.

“Where is she?”

“She just gone to the storeroom, she should be back any minute. At least I hope she will, I’m getting cold.” He laughs. There’s a brief silence. “You can look at me you know? I don’t mind.”

Slowly you drop your hand from your eyes and tentatively look up at him. He flashes you a smile which you return. There’s another small silence as you look at each other, but the silence is interrupted when Vera returns. She looks between you and James before giving you a cheeky look that makes you have to suppress a laugh.

“Hello my lovely, what brings you to the wardrobe department?” She says as she wraps some fabric around James torso and marks various measurements.

“I was just looking for you actually. Wondered if you wanted to come to the coffee shop with me for lunch?”

“That’s a brilliant idea! Will you be joining us James?” She asks and he looks surprised.

“If thats alright with you..?” He replies, looking at you but Vera responds.

“Of course it is dear. I tell you what, why don't you get dressed and go with Y/N to get us a table while I finished up here.” She says as she hands James his clothes.

“We can wait for you-“ you begin but Vera cuts you off.

“Nonsense. You two go on ahead and I’ll join you.”

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“She’s not coming” you say as you read the text message on your phone. “She said she’s sorry but she’s suddenly got a lot of work to do and said to have a nice lunch without her.” You put your phone back in your pocket and look across the table at James.

“Guess it’s just you and me” he smiles.

There’s a silence as you both takes sips of your coffee.

“So, how did the rehearsal go?” You ask.

“Really good! Although I have to say I preferred having you as my scene partner.” He says with a wink.

“Careful, if Anastasia heard you say that she’d probably have me fired.” You say with a small laugh.

“Nah, she’s harmless really. She talks like she’s the most important person in the room but in reality she knows she’s just as replaceable as the rest of us. Just ignore her. She’s only a bitch to you because she’s jealous.”

“Jealous?!” You laugh in disbelief as you look down at your coffee “Of me? I don't think so.”

“Why wouldn’t she be? You're kind, funny…” he pauses and you look up at him “…beautiful… People like you a lot Y/N and Ana can’t stand it when there’s someone else in the room that people like more than they like her. So rather than try to make herself better, she tries to make the other person worse. The best thing you can do is just carry on being your wonderful self.”

“Thanks” you say quietly, feeling awkward from all the compliments. You find yourself looking down at your coffee again as you twirl the cup in your hands. Suddenly James reaches across the table and places his hand gently on your forearm, causing you to look up at him again. His face is closer now.

“I mean it Y/N, I’m not just saying this to make you feel good. You really are a wonderful person. I’m so glad I got this job, because it meant I got to I meet you.”

You feel cheeks getting hotter as James’ brilliant blue eyes gaze into yours.

‘Is this really happening?’  You think as James seems to be slowly getting closer to you across the table ‘Am I really about to kiss James McAvoy?’

A flash of light catches your attention and you turn to see a man stood at the coffee shop window with a camera covering his face. It flashes again and you realise he’s taking photos of the two of you. James sits back in his chair and looks at you, a mix of sadness and irritation on his face.

“I’m sorry but we’re gonna have to leave now. If he knows where we are then its only a mater of time before more paparazzi leeches turn up and if we don't get out of here before they arrive… well its just not a situation I want to put you in.”

You finish the last bit of your coffee and follow James as he heads to the door. Already there’s a few more people with cameras waiting outside and a small crowd of people who had been passing by and stopped to see what the happening.

“Stay close to me” James says as he puts his arm around you, lifting his jacket in the process to shield your face from the flashing of the cameras as you walked out of the shop.

The second you both stepped out of the cafe the cameras started flashing and excited shouts erupted from the crowd as people realised who the paps were here for.

“James over here!”

“A smile for the camera?”

“How’s the show going?”

“Is it true you're dating your co-star?"

“Who the girl James?”

“Are you cheating on Anastasia?”

You had no idea how many people were crowded around you now, though it sounded like a lot. While the jacket over your head did a good job of keeping you hidden, it also meant you couldn’t see where you were going. But you didn’t feel scared. You kept your eyes down fixed on your feet as you walked and trusted James as he lead you. The coffee shop was only around the corner from the theatre so you knew you wouldn’t have long to go.

You come to a stop and hear the sound of a door opening. You walk through and as it closes behind you, James removes his jacket off you. He looks at you with worry.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Are you alright?” You ask and he just nods and sighs.

“I’m so sorry you got dragged into that.”

“It’s not your fault. I’m just sorry you can’t even go for a coffee without people hassling you.”

“Downside of the job.” He shrugs and gives you a small sad smile. He reaches out and smooths your hair. “My jacket messed up your hair… you're still beautiful though.”

His hand moves down to gently stroke your face and stops on your cheek. He searches your eyes, as if looking for your permission before leaning to press his lips against yours.

 Part Four

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Cloaked in Green ||Pt.2|| Chp.19: Hunted

word count: 2.2k

summary: Beorn but let's add a little ✨️personality ✨️, plus ale deprived dwarves.

warning(s): drinking. Mention of prisonment, mentions of targeted groups with a little misogyny for flavor.

a/n: Well two things... 1. ITS MY BIRTHDAY (June18th) and yes I am old. 🙈 2. I AM GOING TO FANEXPO DALLAS TO SEE THE 4 LOTR HOBBITS ACTORS AND I'M SO PUMPED. I'LL POST MY EXPERIENCE. <- click to read.

P.S don't forgot to like and reblog and comment to let me know to keep writing this story!!

Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!OC

Links here: series masterlist, chp.18

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Gandalf dozed off after that, snoring softly in the overly large chair, pipe still in hand. I leaned further back in my chair as I tried to rest my body as much as it would let me, yet it seems my thoughts had other ideas.

First off....Thorin.

Something has been off, I don’t have any evidence or reason behind my thinking, yet; I feel like something is different. What am I kidding? The whole situation with him is different. It's strange and quite...

Ugh, secondly, Gandalf didn’t disagree with me when I spoke of the rising threat brewing in the air…so that must mean that he feels it too and fears the same. And if that is true and Sauron is regaining his power…that brings up another tangle of sleep deprivating thoughts.

Lastly, Can we truly reclaim the mountain? Erebor is a massive stronghold in the North. Directly east of Mirkwood, if the dark forces manage to capture it before us…or worse if they somehow manage to coerce Smaug into joining their ranks. We'll never be able to succeed, or least not without a massive loss before.

Chewing on the wooden end of my pipe, I tried to contemplate through the mess that was going on in my mind. The sun was already lightening the sky, when the faint hits of an axe started. Setting the wooden pipe down on the table, I carefully managed to step around some of the sleeping dwarves to peer out of one of the windows looking out over the front.

The massively large back of who I can only assume is Beorn greeted me. The muscles on his hairy back flexed slightly with each swing of the axe he took. Knowing full well that Beorn is not a friend of Dwarves, I quickly realized that if we are to have any chance of getting the shapeshifter's help I would need to talk to him alone…and like any of them would like to talk to him alone.

Taking the chance, moving back around the sleeping company, I stopped to look over one of the bodies. With half of his hair covering his face, Thorin slept quite silently compared to his fellow men.

Shaking my head abruptly, I moved my head to redirect me to my original purpose, gently opening the giant door as quietly as I could and stepped out towards the hairy shifter.

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The sky was starting to show a faint orange hue as Aranea approached the tall figure. The figure turned slightly to look over his shoulder. “Who are you?”

“Aranea, daughter of Arathorn, Lady of the Dunedain,”

Turning fully to glance over her, Beorn moved his hands to rest slightly on his axe. “Never heard of you.”

Smirking up at the shifter, Aranea, still keeping her distance, moved to sit on one of the thumps. “Well, I would hope not, my people have tried very hard to keep my existence a secret on this side of the Misty Mountains. You can probably assume our reasoning."

“And why are you on this side then, Ranger?” He questioned gruffly tilting his head.

“I’m traveling with a company.” she smiled, “You met them already, remember? You gave them quite a fright.”

Barking a laugh, Beron's face brightened slightly at the memory. “How scare were they?”

“So scared.” Aranea laughed with him, “I never seen so many men scream like they did.”

While the pair were still chuckling, Aranea looked down at her hands in her lap. "I just wanted to thank you for letting us intrude in your lodgings." Gesturing lightly towards the door and back to the treeline behind the shapeshifter, "Though you probably understand our reasoning for such manners."

With a more glum expression, the smile dropped from Beorn's face. "Why is Azog the defiler chasing you?"

"It's the company I travel with, Azog was made a vow against-"

"They aren't dwarves are they!?!" Swinging his axe to grip it tightly, growling as he made a step towards the door. "I hate Dwarves!!"

Pointingly, Aranea raised a hand. "You and I both know that you already smelt them either on me or last night when you chased us." Aranea raised up her elbow slightly and sniffed hesitantly under her arm, flinching away to gag.

"Though" she shook her head "I wouldn't be surprised if my stench covered them."

Beorn with pinched eyebrows regarded the relaxed position the human was taking on the tree stump. One leg resting under her as she leaned forward on her knees. Tilting his head he almost whispered. "You're not afraid of me. "

Giving a small smile up at him, Aranea shook her head softly this time. "No. I'm not."

"Why is that?"

"Because I know what it's like to be hunted."

Beorn scoffed at this. "Do you really?" He waved a hand, letting his axe head rest on the ground again. "Do you know what it's like to watch your own kind get killed around you? To be captured and held prisoner." Beorn started to trail off,

"Not in that way." Aranea sighed. "But I do know what it's like to have to fight to survive." Gesturing with her hands slightly down at her blood stained tunic and vest. "As you can probably see, I was not raised like most ladies…but I am a Lady." Beorn gaze moved with her hands before looking back at her face.

Resting her hands back into her lap, she continued. "I was trained at an early age alongside my brother, after watching our father die for having the same blood that runs through our veins. The same taintness " Swallowing loudly, she added. "For having the same blood shared with a man who failed all of us…and all of Middle-Earth."

"Isildur?" Beorn eyebrows furrowed. "You're Isildur's Heir?" Aranea smiled sadly and nodded.

"Yes." She looked back down at her hands. "And I'm hunted for it." She looked back up at Beorn's face, "My Brother and I both chose Exile when the time came."

"Why are you traveling with a group of Dwarves then?" Beorn looked even more confused as he look briefly back at his house.

"Because the group I travel with, a company of 13 Dwarves are on a quest to reclaim their homeland." Noticing the shapeshifter's tighting grip on his axe handle, Aranea snapped at him "They wish nothing more then just to past through to Erebor."

Beorn interrupted her, his expressive eyebrows raising "The Lonely Mountain?" Puzzled, Aranea nodded again. "You are traveling with the one they call Oakenshield."

"Oh!" Aranea laughed. "You know him but not me, I see how that is."

Suddenly barking another laugh, Beorn shook his head. "You." He pointed down at her. "You, little human, confuse me."

"Yes, I am traveling with Thorin Oakenshield and Company. Along with a Wizard and a Hobbit."

Beorn raised a quizzed brow "Radagast?- You are traveling with Radagast the Brown?"

Laughing at his expression, "No-" she spoke in-between giggles at his expression. "No, Not Radagast, Another Wizard, by the name of Gandalf the Grey."

"Never heard of him." Beorn gumbled.

"Not surprising."

That caused both of pair to fall into an unceremonial laughter.

"So." Beorn spoke again, the visible tension off of his shoulders. "A Wizard, A Halfing, A Lady and Thirteen Dwarves…that's an-" he searched for the proper word.

Still regaining from her laughter Aranea spoke through breaths. "Yes I know, We make a unique group."

Turning slightly on her stump, Aranea looked back at the house, in one of the windows the clear outline of Bofur's hat darting out of view caused chuckles to leave both her and Beorn.

"I understand your distaste for dwarves, trust me I've spent the last 2 weeks with them, but, I promise you, from what I've seen…these dwarves are honorable."

Beorn stood silently for a few moments, judging the woman in front of him. Could he trust her? Could he trust her company that she speaks so highly of? Growling softly, he nodded.

"You are the most gracious, Beorn."

A loud squeak of the door and gently stepping out Gandalf smiled broadly at the two. "Master Beorn, it's so nice to meet-" With a roll of his eyes, Beorn looked over at the wizard. “-you in person, I wish to thank you for your hospitality and letting-.”

“I need a drink.” Beorn suddenly interrupted Gandalf, gesturing with a hand he asked Aranea, “Ladies do drink Ale, yes?” With a slightly brightened nod, Aranea jumped up following the shapeshifter as he walked past the bewildered Gandalf.

Linking her arms with Gandalf, Aranea spun him back around to walk with her. “Everythings handled.” she whispered “Just help me keep the others in line.”

"I hate Dwarves." Beron added again as he opened the door of his lounging, gesturing for Aranea and Gandalf to enter first. "But I distaste Orcs more so, you may all stay as you wish."

"Thank you again, kind sir." Gandalf smiled gratefully up at the man as he passed. Beorn grunted. "I suggest not leaving tonight ; however, you'd be followed immediately."

Walking into the front entrance where the dwarves and Bilbo were compressed. Beorn let out a humpf of annoyance. Gandalf raised a shaky thumbs up when the shifter turned to grab cups from the upheld cabinets. Aranea almost smiled when she visibly saw their shoulders and posture sag and sigh in relief.

"I assume the dwarves would like a drink as well?" Beorn turned, dropping 6 massive cups on the table before turning to grab more. "How about the halfing?"

"Yes, please!" Bilbo gulped quite loudly causing some snickers from both the dwarves and Beorn.

"I enjoy the company of shire-folk, no need to squirrel yourself." Beorn scoffed as he dropped 5 more cups on the table, before reaching back again "-though its been many years. laid back creatures they are, enjoy nature more than the company of other beings ."

Bilbo was intrigued to say the least. Peeking out from around Thorin, Bilbo silently moved closer to the table with the others. "You met other hobbits before me?"

Beron nodded as he dropped the last 6 cups on the table. "A Hardbuckle and a Proudfoot, I believe, were their names many decades ago."

"Really?!" Bilbo all but exclaimed, "This far east?"

Beorn laughed at the halfing shaking his head as he filled the ale pitcher from the barrel on the side of the makeshift dining room. "No, like I said it was long ago and I stayed on the other side of the mountains, closer to your Shire."

Bilbo let out an audible "Ahh. " Beron went to start pouring the ale in all the wooden cups that had been divided among everyone.

Fili and Kili almost wanted to cry at the sight of the tall ale. While Dori was holding back an eager Ori from downing all of his in one gulp. Bombur and Bifor didn't hold back though, finishing theirs off proudly, as Beorn wrinkled an eyebrow before refilling their glasses.

Aranea and Gandalf were perched next to each in chairs slightly adjacent from the others. Beorn walked over to them to pour through glasses before turning back to the body stiff in between the rooms.

"You must be the one they call Oakenshield." Beorn noted, filling his glass.

Thorin was massively irritated, both at himself and at the human lass sitting next to the wizard like she didn't just endangered her life 3 minutes ago. There was no telling what could have happened and yet she still blindly went outside while everyone was asleep…while he was asleep. He was the one who was to protect for Mahal’s sake and he could have just slept right through her being mauled to death. He wouldn't have be able to live with himself-

Suddenly snapping out of his thought enough to register what the predator/man-beast asked him. Thorin nodded jerkly at Beorn question. "Yes." He's voice very quietly confirming.

"Then, would you mind telling me when Azog the defiler is chasing you?"

"You know of Azog?" Thorin turned to face Beorn as the shifter moved back to the table, refilling Ori's glass, he nodded thoughtfully, Bilbo thought as Throin asked "How?"

With a longing sigh, Beorn realized the genuine curiosity behind the dwarf words before telling him "My people were the first to live in the mountains...before the Orcs came down from the North."

Beorn gestured over towards where Aranea sat "-even before the island people moved westward." Now with a more glum expression, Beorn decided to just leave the pitcher at the table, moving to sit at his chair in-between Aranea and Gandalf.

Talking as he went. The room was silent.

"The Defiler killed most of my family. But some he...enslaved. Not for work, you understand...but for sport." Mindlessly rubbing his wrist, Bilbo also gasped when he saw the shackles on Beorn's wrist. "Caging skin-changers...and torturing them, seemed to amuse him."

" There are others like you?" Dori asked hesitantly, he seemed interested in the concept of more shifters.

Beorn smiled, but everyone in the room could tell it was a sad smile. "Once there were many."

"And now?"

"Now there is only one."

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[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Cotton Ball

Summary: Walter meets your dog for the first time.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x reader (2nd person POV) + my little doggo Lilly

Warnings: just all the fluffy goodness, maybe a tiny bit of linguistic theory in the first paragraph, but that only if you know

A/N: Not beta’d or proofread. Typos, we’re going down swingin’! Thank you @amberangel112 for the prompt!💕 I loved it so much (watch this space, something similar is coming, too🙈). Hope you don’t mind i used my dog for this.

Word Count: ca 600

Title: Cotton Ball

Writers live off validation. If you liked it, please comment and reblog💕 thank you 💗

Police dogs. Walter was used to police dogs. He never worked with one, per se, but they had been present at multiple crime scenes he had worked at. So if you asked him what he'd associate with the word “dog”, he’d say a hardworking German Shepherd in a K-9 vest, held by one of his colleagues. That's what a dog is to him. Sure, his association used to be different when he was younger, but due to his job, that changed. If most dogs you get to see for 15 plus years are those of the K-9 squad, that’s what happens. You have no choice, really, your brain does that for you.

You and Walter hadn’t been dating for all that long. A few months. A handful of dates. You were both busy with your jobs. So when you told Walter you had a dog, his mind went “dog equals police dog” and he hadn't even questioned it. The look of surprise on his face when you showed him a picture of your little princess! Oh, it had been too funny. However, his next words weren’t. Not to you.

“That’s not a dog!” he exclaimed. You pursed your lips and huffed. Your little floof had been called many things: a swiffer, a flokati rug. But “not a dog” was new.

Your phone chimes. It’s Walter. 

“Have a few days off. Can I drop by? Miss you,” he writes. You have to suppress a giggle. He'd never admit to it, but he’s clingy. Or at least he would never tell you he missed you to your face. Your grumpy bear, slowly letting himself be coaxed out of his shell.

“Sure!” you text back, “I’m out shopping, but you got the key, do ya? ;)”

You continue getting your groceries and quickly make up a nice dinner in your head to make for the two of you. On the drive home, you’re giddy. And anxious. Though you gave him the keys to your apartment, this would be the first time he’d be at your place. This would be the first time he met… oh. Please, please let them get along.

When you arrive home, you realize you’d been worried about nothing. There on your couch lies an apparently very exhausted detective, and stretched out in the little space he left in front of his chest, is your little lady. His arm is draped over her and it looks like he was scratching her chin before they both dozed off.

Your suppressed “aww” comes out as a tiny squeak, waking Lilly, and her excited little whines and wiggling wakes up Walter.

“Not a real dog, huh?” You cross your arms and arch a brow at him as he runs his hand through his curls to get them out of his face.

“Hm,” he hums, too tired to understand what you mean.

“You told me Lilly wasn’t a real dog!”

“She’s not,” he grins at you.

“Excuse me?”

“She’s not a dog,” he repeats, reaching for her, putting her in his lap. He makes her look so much smaller than she already is. “She’s a little cotton ball. A very cute one at that.”

“A pretty spoiled one too,” you laugh, sitting down next to them and scratching your little fluff’s ears.

Never would you have imagined the quiet, grumpy detective being so enamored by your little dog. While you knew that beneath that hard shell, there was a very kind and lovable man - he had proved that on multiple occasions - you would have never expected him to be the type of man who would watch TV with you tucked into his side, and your tiny little fluff on his chest - him being the one who put her there.

[melk917]

Day 17: Choking for the fic ask? (fuck, I love my trash king okay lol)

Ohhh this one was a really fun one. I had to walk away once or twice to cool off while writing it 🙈. How can he manage to be both utter trash and yet inspire the very real need to fuck him???

Lol I guess under the cut since this is all just snippets of explicit porn?

It started with the image of him bending the reader over his desk, hand tight around their throat, pulling them up against his chest while he takes them hard and fast. My exact notes in response to the prompt are:

Choking: With Nevada? He catches you going through his office? And you fuck him to get out of it and he’s like look i know what you’re trying to do but that doesn’t mean i wont fuck you. From behind over his desk, he’s bent you over, leaning over your back, one hand resting on the desk while the other is around your throat, pulling you back against his chest, choking you while he fucks you

And then from there it was snippets of dialogue + the image of the reader trying to disarm him. A lot of my early drafts are all dialogue and then very bare bones "and then they do this" type connectors. Bits in bold are the ones that came to me first and then spiraled from there.

“Maybe we could make a trade, then,” you offered, glancing up through your eyelashes, hand coming up to rest on his chest, fingers brushing skin where his shirt gaped at the neck.

You could hear the sharp breath he took in response to your implication, his smirk sliding into something altogether more predatory. “Oh?”

“Mmm, yes, a little quid pro quo.” You took a step closer, pressing your chest to his, hand sliding under his jacket. He was warm against you and smelled of leather, tobacco, and a whiff of citrus. His free hand came up to rest on the curve of your waist.

“Your cunt for your life?” He was blunt, crass. You shivered, a thrill running through you at his language and the warmth of his breath across your neck.

And

“Don’t think I don’t know that you’re still trying to manipulate me. Oh, I know what you’re up to; don’t think you’ve gotten away with anything just because I’m going to take this sweet pussy as mine as well,” he laughed, low and deep. “Just seems a shame to let such a pretty cunt go to waste.” He pulled back and laid a sharp smack over your pussy, making you groan and push your hips back further.

“Oh, sabrosa,” he rumbled, “what will your superiors think? You spread out here over my desk, dripping for me.”

I actually had the reader as a real DEA agent in the first draft who had been going head-to-head with him for a while and was actually trading sex for getting out of there unharmed. Which still holds some appeal to me, but I felt like it was a more questionable road to go down and I wasn't ready to go down there for something I was going to be posting for other people to read. But I love the law enforcement/gang leader enemies to lovers trope, so maybe one day it becomes a full fic.

[straylightdream]

Hello hello 💗💗💗

So I found your blog because I am consistently searching tumblr for Exo mafia Au‘s 😂 and yeah let me tell you I soooo much enjoyed „Arsonists lullaby“ ❤️ like damn! I’ve read it two days ago in a whole session (who needs sleep anyway?! Your writing was much better than my sleeping schedule 😂) and I am still daydreaming of this fic! I am in love!

Thank you so much for sharing your talent and for spending time on writing such long and beautiful chapters!!! I love the whole frame of the story!!! Like Y/n loosing her brother and by that coming into this underground world (not by herself but because of relatives! This is so good!) and the whole thing of them living together because of security. Even if you describe „only“ the main characters in detail it is totally on point and as a reader you just get enough information of the side characters that you need! So well done 😍

Okay now next confession… I am totally Sehun biased so guess who I am rooting for in this story 😅 surprise surprise 😂 but really I love the way you describe their relationship like these little touches and non word conversations that are building up their bond! It’s sooo great and I am a sucker for it!!! And I would love to know how their connection started from the beginning like you know? A short sequence of how their first meeting looked like and how it progressed until that point after two months in the mansion. But yeah maybe I want too much 😅🙈 the way you describe her interactions with junmyeon are lovely too🧡 (but because of sehun I can’t quite get the feeling of more than family/ friends with suho…. I am blinded by my love for sehun 😄)

Please don’t laugh but while reading I had a similar feeling like back in my teenage days when I was totally into twilight 😂😂😂

Because the fandom was team Edward or team Jacob and everyone got to chose and that really reminded me of that! I was and still am team Jacob btw because for me personally he’s the guy you don’t have to change for and who gives you the world… buuuut nether the less it was clear for me from the beginning that Bella belongs to Edward. That was leading to me nearly screaming in the cinema when that kiss between Bella and Jacob happened! But rather because of happiness it was because of discomfort because in my mind she belonged to Edward.

I am so sorry that I turn this appreciation ask into an adventure of my teenage twilight phase 😂 but what I want to say is: while reading that story I felt exactly like that!!! So many emotions 💗 I was rooting for sehun so hard and enjoyed all the alone moments between them too and when it came to y/n and suho I was liking It too because you really wrote sweet Dialoges for junmyeon! …but my mind was like oh no please no you belong to the other one don’t do this and don’t sleep in his bed GOD DAMN IT 😂😅🙈

Yeah so… I really really love this series and your writing and I hope that you didn’t get bored of reading this long ask.. 🙊 I don’t know if you still write and if you plan on continuing this series but just know I am a big fan and it would make my whole week if you’d write another chapter for this! ❤️❤️❤️

Anyway thank you again! You are so great! I hope you’re doing fine! Sending you all the love!

Thank you for this very wonderful response to my series. It really made my day reading it.

Unfortunately I don’t know if arsonist lullaby will be finished as an exo story. I’m in the process of completely reworking this into a story with stray kids and I have worked on a whole connecting series of stories with the other boys.

If you would like to message me on my main account @cottonmyeonbby I could talk to you about what I have but haven’t posted for the exo boys on this story.

[sonderthroughthestreets]

Hey! so you probably have loads of requests but could you use 30 and maybe write something about Robbe buying the tiktok leggings and showing them slyly to sander

Hi anon! 🥺💕 Haha I do have a lot but it’s okay lol this one was funny and kind of hard but here you go I hope you like it!

30. “Did you do this on purpose?”

Dialogue prompts!

“Hey, babe, I forgot my charger in here last time did you see where I maybe left...it...”

Sander’s words floated through the hall until he reached Robbe’s room and got caught in his throat as he saw him. His green eyes were suddenly apprehensive and suspicious. Mostly confused. He saw Robbe holding something in his hands, something looking like pants, or tights or...something to that effect. His face was engrossed in the black material, casually looking at it as his hands rubbed the fabric. The earring he wore shined in the sunlight peeking from his windows and his dark, fluffy curls were falling into his eyes as he looked down at it, seemingly unaware of Sander’s presence at first.

Sander’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed not really knowing whether he was ready to ask the question or receive the answer.

“Uh...what-what are those?” he asked as he drew closer.

Robbe’s eyes were a deep brown matching the dark sweatshirt he was wearing and when he looked into Sander’s eyes he was just about to melt at the casual glance he gave him, finally registering his presence. Then, his lips curved upwards into a slow smirk, one reserved just for Sander.

“This,” Robbe held up the leggings. “Is what your wildest fantasies are made of,” he said turning it so the padding could be apparent.

Now, it’s not like they haven’t talked about what they liked in the bedroom, or in general just forwardly announcing what one liked the other to wear.

Hey, I actually really like that green sweater you wear

Or

Where’s that building shirt of yours? I really like that

Or

You look really good in that beige sweater, can you wear it when we go out to eat tonight?

It was a casual form of attraction and appreciation of the outfits they both wore. It was always spoken softly, sweetly, sometimes suggestively in Sander’s case. And they knew what the other was fond of, new discoveries made along the way. But this was almost weird. Even for Sander. And especially for Robbe, who wouldn’t be caught dead with something like this.

Sander knew, some part of him knew, he was fucking with him. But the look in Robbe’s eyes was some twisted form of playful and pleasure.

“Did you do this on purpose?” Sander asked him.

Robbe didn’t say anything and his smirk turned into a smile as he sat on the bed, stretching out the leggings in front of him.

“What? You don’t think I’d look good in them?” he asked. “You don’t think I need a butt lift?”

Then he got up and walked over real slow, just to wrap his arms around Sander, wrinkling the fabric around the collar of his t-shirt and whispered in his ear breaking off with laughter. A laughter even Sander couldn’t contain now.

“Jesus, what the fuck, Robbe,” he looked at him for the suggestion he’d just whispered as he unwrapped himself from his arms, hands lingering while he sauntered away in giggles.

“Relax,” he said plopping back down on the bed and throwing the leggings to the side. Laying back, he leaned on his elbow and bent a knee, jeans wrinkling. “It’s for a vlog. Milan said something about tiktok leggings and the broerrrs put me in charge of buying them. They’re supposed to make your butt bigger or some shit. Who knew these things even existed?” he glanced over at them.

Sander’s quickened pace of his heart started slowing but the smile he had on his face remained on the muscles of his mouth.

“You had me there for a second,” he said as he laid down beside him.

“Oh, please. Don’t act like you wouldn’t fuck with me the second you found out about these,” Robbe rolled his eyes playfully.

“I’d do a much better job because you couldn’t even keep a straight face,” he plastered his hand on Robbe’s face dragging it across as Robbe grunted in annoyance. “I’d also use these to not just fuck with you, but as a ploy to fuck you,” he smirked, a hint of laughter residing in his cheeks, a glimmer in his eyes waiting for his reaction.

Robbe seemed to be immune to his flirtatious quips by now, but Sander could tell there was heat rising in his cheeks even as he casually smiled. Robbe raised his eyebrows, eyes half-lidded, making a knowing face.

“Oh, so these are something you’d be interested in?” he asked, his voice lilting and teasing.

“Shut up,” Sander chuckled as he brought his lips close to Robbe’s, encasing them in a slow, laughter-filled kiss, his hand gripping his jaw carefully. As he pulled away, his fingers brushed down the skin of his cheek while he looked at him, his green irises saturated with love and fondness. “I’m interested in you,” he murmured.

Robbe pulled him in for another kiss and Sander would be lying if he said he didn’t want to just sink into his skin, let his hands wander and roam, let his lips meet his over and over and over again. And they did for a bit, getting lost in it, basking the warmth of the sun and taking their time with leisurely, loving kisses, trailing cheeks, necks and collarbones. It was a while before Robbe weakly shoved him, trying to get his weight off of him, suddenly needing to be out of his grip.

“If we don’t stop,” he breathed. “I’m gonna be late for the vlog,” said Robbe pulling off of him.

Sander almost pouted and whined for the loss of his touch.

“That’s never stopped you before,” he said, tilting his head as Robbe fixed his sweatshirt and righted it on his torso. He just gave a huff with the slightest smile, his face flushing as he quickly made his way over the door. “Hey, don’t forget these,” Sander threw the leggings to him who caught them with ease. He’d just barely made it out the door when Sander called him again.

“Robbe,” he said. And Robbe peeked his head back in with an expectant look on his face. Sander’s smile was somewhere in between a smirk and a pout, something he felt Robbe couldn’t quite place. He clasped his hands together as his elbow dug into the sheets and his knees bent in a right angle off the bed, a casual position. “I like your butt just the way it is,” he said.

Robbe looked down with a shy smile, lashes long and full. “Good to know.”

And then finally, he headed out with the leggings in hand.