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Imagine Shanks yearning domesticity
Author's note: I head canon that Shanks has ADHD, and sometimes for people with ADHD (and I'm speaking from 20+years of personal experience) have trouble identifying their emotions. And kind of like Luffy, that Shanks is some shade of demisexual and or aromantic.
After a scouting mission
Hongo: hey boss we got a problem.
Shanks: uh oh, what problem is that?
Hongo: we found this at a ship wreck on the other side of the island
Howling Gab: *puts a bassinet on the table in front of Shanks*
Shanks: oh no, we've done this before, and it did not end well. I ended up not getting any sleep for months. Put that thing back where you got it.
Hongo: there were no other survivors from the wreck, and there is no one else on the island. So leaving the child on the island isn't an option.
Shanks: *groans*
Benn: Are you going to be the one to take cared of the little shit?
Hongo: about that *his eyes drift over to you*
Benn and Shanks: *follow his gaze*
Benn: perfect, the rookie'll take care of it.
You: oh no, I didn't sign up to become a nanny.
Shanks: but you're so good at taking care of the rest of us, what's one more? *Picks up the baby wrong*
You: Shanks, you have to support its head! *Repositions the infant on to his shoulder *
Shanks: *shivers at your touch in a way that takes him off guard*
Benn: see, you're a natural.
You: well too bad, it's going to have to stay with you lot while I finish cooking dinner.
Lucky Roux: I can do that for you. *Doesn't wait for your answer, and just removes your apron and places the baby in your hands*
You: this is despotism by the way.
Shanks: probably, but the baby looks comfy
Baby: *fell asleep the moment you wrapped your arms around it*
You: *sighs and looks around for a place to sit down, only for every spot to be taken*
Shanks: *pats his knee in invitation*
You: *sits down across his lap, putting your feet in Benn's lap, and leaning yourself and the baby against his chest*
The crew: *coos at how cute the three of you look*
An hour later
The crew: * left the room to finish their chores*
You: *asleep with your head pressed into the crook of Shank's neck*
Shanks: *stroking the baby's cheek and periodically glancing over at your resting face*
Benn: You three look quite cozy *pulls out his cigarettes*
Shanks: no smoking around the wee one, and I know it won't last.
Benn: I'm sensing a 'but' coming.
Shanks: *shakes his head*, it's just that this feels... right. I almost don't want it to end, but we need to get the baby back to their family or at least somewhere safer than my ship.
Benn: the baby aside, you and (y/n) don't have to end. I know you've known you've had feelings for them for weeks. It's not like you to ruminate for so long, you usually know exactly how you feel.
Shanks: *sighs* this is different, they're different, and it feels like I'm different now too.
Benn: explains a lot about your behavior lately.
Shanks: my behavior?
Benn: you haven't seemed like yourself lately.
Shanks: because I haven't felt like myself for a few weeks. *Tucks a strand of your hair to the side* I have so many doubts and a lot of anxiety with them here. If they'll live to see tomorrow. If they'll get sick and need medication we don't have. If they're safe here, or if they'd be safer hidden away on an island only we know. But despite all of that the thought of them leaving fills me with even more anxiety. Like what would happen if someone showed up to hurt them, and I wasn't there to protect them.
Benn: you're in love dude.
Shanks: nah, I just want them to be around to bring me sweets, or to straighten my outfit before I go out to port. It's not like I want them to kiss me or ... *Looks at your sleeping face*... Oh, dear
Benn: dummy
Shanks: don't you have duties to finish up?
Benn: good night boss.
Shanks: *takes you to sleep in his bed and puts the baby in the bassinet for the night before crawling into bed with you* all of this makes no sense, but for once I don't mind.
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Bathtub confessions
Characters: Sebastian Michaelis x reader
Warnings : my bad English I guess?🤷
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"You are so kind Sebastian" she said while holding his cheek "I wonder if it's in your nature or just a play for my human heart". The butler only looked at her and said nothing. He sometimes wonders the same thing if he truly loves her or he just enjoys to see her feeling desperate for him. The woman continued to watch him, curious for his answer. "My mistress" sebastian began to speak " my whole existence is at your service, I do what you order me, I will kill for you, I will bring the whole world in the flames of hell if you order me..But" "oh there's always a but" the mistress interrupted with a disappointment sigh. She moved her hand from his cheek to his chest, where his heart was supposed to be " are demons capable of feeling human emotions, such as love ? " She asked him.
"I don't know but...I'm willing to try for you my mistress " he answered honestly. His big eyes that could turn red diamonds when she needed him stared at her own. He knew that in his human shaped heart he felt something deeper than lust and hanger for her promised soul. Was it love? He didn't know yet, but he knew he will protect her from any bad thing the world has stored for her. She gave him a small smile and moved to kiss his cheek " I think it's time to get out of this bathtub the water is turning cold now" she said ready to get up " thank you for taking care of me sebastian". The Demon butler give her one of his signature smirk and took the towel from the sink and wrapped it around her body. She looked down at her feet shyly, now she felt kinda insecure that her butler saw her naked in all her glory, but Sebastian only hooked his index finger under her chin to make her look at him " But I will protect from anything and everything without you having me to order me because I know from my heart that's what I want to do my mistress".
#sebastian michaelis#sebastian michaelis x reader#black butler#black butler x female reader#black butler x you#black butler x reader
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𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵 𝑴𝑬 𝑵𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬?
𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭
𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈...
SUMMARY: Sebastian Stan discovers about his girlfriend's 'problem' with food
PAIRING: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader
WORD COUNT: 1228
WARNINGS: This story might be triggering for people with ED
𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕...
AUTHOR’S NOTE: PLEASE GUYS, THIS IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT TO ME. I decided to write this because yesterday it happened to me again, and nobody asks me why but I thought "what if my comfort person knew this? How might he react? What might he say?" (And honestly I was just very sad and needed to be comforted). Now, I DO NOT have an ED, and I don't consider this as one (at least as regards my person and for what I know!). My purpose is obviously NOT that of minimalize any type of disorder, I just wanted to share my 'experience' and the feelings I have when all of this happens to me, simply because I know I'm not the only one.
𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵𝑳𝑶𝑨𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑬! 100%
Crap. It was happening again.
You were staring at your still full plate and you didn't know what to do. Anxiety was starting to form and run through your body. Yet, a moment before it was going so well. You were normally and peacefully dining with your boyfriend at the restaurant. And then boom. It happened again.
Sebastian: "Hey babe? What's wrong? Are you okay?"
Y/n: "Uhm, yeah it's nothing baby, don't worry"
You stared at the plate again. Then, you continued: "Actually...I just think I'll go to the ladies"
Sebastian: "Oh, ok. Do you want me to wait for you?"
Y/n: "Oh God! No! I know you're hungry. Just eat, don't wait for me. I'll be quick, ok?"
Sebastian: "Ok, thank you!"
You looked at him before getting up, and damn it. He gave you such a pure and kind smile, it almost made you cry.
You entered the restroom and locked the door. "OK y/n, calm down. It's fine. It's totally fine, just take a few moments to breathe" you said staring at your reflection in the mirror. You took five deep breaths, smiled and went out.
As you walked back at your table and as you sat back down, you felt calm. Confident, almost. You were convinced that everything was fine again. On the contrary, when you took the fork, you realized: nothing was fine.
Despite that, you decided to proceed: with the knife you cut a piece of the food in front of you and slowly put it in your mouth.
Fuck. You didn't want to do it, but you were literally starving.
Maybe this time it was even worse than the others. Usually it was enough to convince yourself you weren't hungry, in order to avoid eating between meals, but this time...this time it was different. It wasn't really the first time that happened, and you were completely aware of that, but just the thought of him noticing it...the thought of other people staring at you with those judgmental looks, ready to make assumptions. You were frightened.
You repeated yourself "I'm hungry, I need, I want to eat it" a couple of times before swallowing the food.
And then you took another bite. And another bite. Another one. And another one again. And another bite.
Another. Bite.
And to each one of them you did nothing but fight. You had to fight that strong and annoying urge to stop. You did nothing but fight against your stupidass conscience.
You had your mouth full but you didn’t want to swallow any of the food. The feelings of guilt were too strong.
"Stop eating"
"Do not swallow it"
"Stop it, you don't want it"
"Stop and spit everything"
"Come on y/n. Swallow. Swallow it" you said to yourself. And you finally did it.
With nausea, you stared at your empty plate for a couple of seconds. And then you looked up and saw him.
Your boyfriend, Sebastian, had this confused and at the same time surprised look on his face. Those- damned steel blue eyes, full of concern...
Sebastian: "Y/n..."
Fuck, you were about to cry. A tear fell down your cheek.
Seb: "Hey hey hey sweetheart, no, it's okay". He tried to take your hand but you pulled away immediately.
Y/n: "It's okay Sebastian" you said drying your face with your hand "I'm fine. Trust me, everything's fine" and you gave him a quick smile to try to reassure him.
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On the way home it felt like you were at the cemetery. Neither of you had spoken a single word, and once back at his apartment, you tried to run and lock yourself in the bathroom but he grabbed you by the arm.
Sebastian: "What's wrong"
You slowly turned to face him without replying.
"Baby please" he grabbed your chin with two fingers and made you look right into his eyes "I'm begging you. Tell me what's wrong".
You broke down. You tried to talk but you couldn't stop yourself from crying out in fear and pain.
"Shh, it's okay baby" he embraced you in a warm hug and stroked your hair, in order to calm you down. "Don't worry, take your time".
After a couple of minutes, the two of you sat on the couch and you confessed.
Y/n: "I'm sorry Sebastian, I'm awfully sorry, I ruined everything, I-"
"You didn't ruin anything y/n" he interrupted you. "Don't worry about it, really, I'm not upset or anything, I know what you're thinking and going to say. I just want to know whether you're okay or not".
"I- I don't know why, but sometimes...it just happens. A moment before I'm happy and enjoying my life, and a second later- I just can't eat..." he had to get closer to you since you were practically whispering. "I mean...I can, but for some reason my- my mind and my body refuse to. I really want to eat something, but then I'm assaulted by this- sense of guilt. I feel my stomach closing and I don't wanna eat anymore, but-" you sobbed "but immediately afterwards, something clicks in my head and I finish all the food in front of me, almost...almost gorging myself...I don't know...what's wrong with me?"
Once you finished, you raised your face and looked at him. The room was immerged in the dark. The only source of light were the moon, the stars and all those small, yet to you so fascinating lights coming from the skyscrapers in the distance. However, even though you couldn't distinguish all of his features, you noticed a small reflection of light on his cheek. He was crying.
Sebastian: "Babe.." he gently pulled you closer and hugged you again. "Why didn't you tell me anything?" he asked with a trembling voice.
"I...I don't know. I mean, this is nothing serious, I do not have an eating disorder, probably it's just anxiety or even stress, I can't tell... Honestly I just thought you would have seen me as a- a crazy and stupid little girl seeking for attention..."
He pulled you away and cupped your face with his hands: "Darling, listen to me: first of all, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Understood? And second of all, I could never do that. I could never think of you as someone like that. Got it?" he smiled and kissed you on the forehead. It was a gentle, warm and long kiss.
"And even if you were trying to get my attention, I would never get angry, because it means that you love me" he grabbed your hand and slowly cupped his own face with it "and I love you too". He kissed your palm and looked you right into your teary eyes "more than anything else".
That words made your heart melt. You couldn't help but shyly smile at him. In that moment, he made you feel important. He made you feel valid. He made you feel loved.
"So, if you really love me sweetheart" this time he grabbed both your hands and placed them on his chest, right above his heart "promise me that next time, you will warn me when it happens, okay?"
You closed that little distance between your faces and kissed him on the lips "promised. I love you with all my heart Sebastian"
"I love you with all my heart too, y/n".
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TW: Mention of cancer (not James') and medication/medical procedure (x-rays)
It was just a silly little accident. Nothing really. Why you even were in the hospital, you couldn’t understand. Yet there you were, lying on one of those weird beds. And all you wanted to do was run away.
Your dad had been really sick. Up until right before he passed, you would go visit him every day in a room similar to this one. Except he was dying and you probably had nothing more than a broken arm. It was pneumonia, in the end, that took him, but it was cancer that destroyed him. He was lucky, still, in a way. He got one of his closest friends to treat him. Well, your dad got lucky, James Wilson, who watched his friend die while he couldn’t do anything, wasn’t.
But that was years ago. Even if you had kept in touch with James, chances were he would be too busy to even notice you were admitted to the same hospital he worked at. So you lay there, looking at the ceiling, trying to forget about the pain shooting up your arm. That’s when the doctor came up to you, offering some painkillers and telling you an x-ray was needed. X-rays always meant bad news for your dad and you couldn’t help but feel anxious at the thought of having one. Your breathing got heavier and the room started to look blurry. Quickly, the doctor asked if you wanted something to relax during the procedure. You quickly nodded and hoped everything would be over soon.
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You must have dozed off after the x-ray. You vaguely remember being brought back to your room and that was it. But you felt better now. You had more energy and the hospital didn’t feel as scary now that you could think more clearly, but you still hated the place. You tried to sit, pushing yourself up with both arms.
“Shit!” you said as pain shoot up your arm, “Fuck!”
You let yourself drop back on the bed, clutching your arm.
“Don’t, Y/N, your arm’s…”
“Broken, yeah I figured,” you said, turning to see who was talking to you.
It was him, James.
“Hey,” he said softly.
“Hey,” you answered.
“Your mom called and said you were here.”
Of course.
“So she’s not coming.”
This was more of a statement than a question but James answered anyway.
“No, she’s not.”
You turned away so he couldn’t see your face. This was typical of her. She was always too busy. Even before your dad passed, she was always working or on a business trip or having a meeting over dinner or anything really. You weren’t mad at her. You loved her and you knew she loved you. In her own way, she did love you. You just wished that sometimes she paid a little more attention to you, the way your dad did. That instead of planning a dinner to catch up with you, she’d wrap you tightly in a blanket when you complained about being cold. That instead of just watching a TV show together, she’d pull you into a hug when you passed her the remote. You loved your mom, but you missed the physical love you got from your dad. And you really wished one of them was here right now. Because you hated hospitals. And because thinking about your dad made all those memories crawl back up. And suddenly, being here, alone, felt very scary.
James got up from the chair he was sitting in and came close to your bed. He placed a hand on your shoulder. You jumped, surprised by his touch, and blinked the tears away from your eyes.
“Come on, Y/N, I’ll help you sit up.”
Propping yourself up with only your good arm this time, you managed to sit up. James placed a pillow behind your back and reached over to make sure it was centered correctly. It was as if he was hugging.
“Thanks, dad,” you mumbled as he pulled away,” James! I mean… thanks, James.”
Well. That was embarrassing, you thought, as your cheeks turned red. Once again, you looked away from him. You waited for him to say something. Instead, he gently grab the back of your head and kissed the top of your head.
“I miss him too,” he said in a whisper, “Can you scoot over?”
Slowly, you moved a few inches, creating a bit of room on the bed. He sat by your side, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
“Your dad would know exactly what to say to you right now,” he started, “He would tell some silly story to keep your mind far away from this place, right?”
“Yeah, something like that,” you said, offering James a shy smile.
“But I’m not really good at that. I’d like to think I’m a good doctor, so maybe I could…”
At this point, the pain in your arm came back. It was scary but hearing James’ voice, having his arm around you felt safe, so you tried to focus on that.
“… so once the cast is on, and maybe they’ll let you pick the colour, that could be fun…” he went on, explaining what was going to happen up until you would leave the hospital.
You let your head fall in the crook of his shoulder and closed your eyes.
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A/N: Don’t do drugs.
“You dosed me,” said Wilson, barging into the apartment, “again!”
“Yes,” said House.
“So you admit it? Just like that?” asked Wilson.
“Yes, but just because I know I am right!”
“What’s going on,” you asked, closing the book you had been reading.
Just moments ago, the apartment was completely quiet. You were huddled with a blanket on the couch, reading a book, while House was making dinner.
“House could’ve killed me, that’s what’s going on!” screamed Wilson.
“No it’s not,” replied House, “I’ve put him on uppers to prove that I am right and I am. Just wait and see if he yawns Y/N.”
“I won’t be yawning,” replied Wilson, “because you are wrong and you drugged me for nothing. You could’ve given me a heart attack.”
You looked at them confused. It felt like you were only getting half of the story and the other half was getting lost in medical lingo. Yet you couldn’t help but smile. You knew that whatever House had done, it was meticulously planned and Wilson wouldn’t actually get harmed. Seeing them argue like this, over something as simple as yawning, was a sign that the rest of the week was probably going to be filled with pranks and revenge. Those always proved to be funny and put a smile on your face.
“Well, a heart attack is not going to kill you. You were in a hospital,” said House.
“You tried to kill me!”
“I gave you speed!”
You giggled, hiding your face with your hand. Giving Wilson speed was definitely not cool and wrong on House’s part. However, getting to see Wilson on speed might just turn out to be the funniest thing.
“See, even Y/N agrees with me,” said House pointing at you giggling.
“I’m not…” you started.
“They’re not agreeing with you just because they find this funny, “said Wilson, cutting you off, “and it’s not funny Y/N, speed is really dangerous.”
He looked dead serious saying that, which made you laugh even more.
“Y/N, it’s not funny,” Wilson went on, “he put me on speed just to prove that I was on anti-depressants. Which I’m not!”
That last part was aimed at House.
“Then how do you explain the Lexapro box in the bathroom trash?”
The smile faded from your face.
“I don’t!” Wilson said exasperated.
He slumped down on the couch almost crushing your feet.
“We’ve been through this. I don’t care if you’re taking them!” said House.
“And I’ve told you, it’s personal. I’m not on anti-depressants House. Just stop.”
You could feel the tone of the conversation changing. You had to say something before something bad happens.
“Those are mine,” you said looking up at House.
“Y/N, you don’t have to lie for Wilson,” he said.
“Y/N,” said Wilson worried.
“Now come on, they’re not actually serious,” said House.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” asked Wilson.
He turned to face you on the couch.
“Y/N doesn’t need anti-depressants,” said House, “they’re not depressed, right?”
If Wilson looked worried, you couldn’t tell how House was feeling. Worst-case scenario, it was pity. And you didn’t want pity. That’s why you hadn’t told them yet. Worry was understandable, normal even but pity, pity was dreadful.
“Oh, come on!” House said, breaking the silence. He chuckled a little before going on. “That’s a good one. Making me think you both are depressed just to make me admit I am. It won’t work because I am not depressed.”
You looked at him in disbelief. How could he not believe you? Wilson scheming against him was believable, plausible, natural even, but you? You didn’t have the time nor the heart to play with anyone’s feelings like that, especially House’s.
“I got them about a week ago,” you went on, hoping House would understand you were joking, “I was going to tell you eventually, I just… I didn’t know how and…”
This was exactly why you hadn’t said anything. You couldn’t find the right words. Not without completely breaking down. And you didn’t want to break down. Not in front of Wilson.
“Y/N,” said Wilson, “it’s okay. You don’t have to tell us anything if you don’t want to. But we’re there for you if you need anything.”
He reached out trying to squeeze your knee but you got up before he could do anything. You felt the tears rushing to your eyes and didn’t want him to see you like that. You turned away from both of them, trying to calm yourself by taking deep breaths.
“I’m fine,” you finally said, “I’m not weak, I’ll get through this.”
“Y/N, no one said you were weak,” Wilson said, coming up behind you.
He placed his hands on your shoulders before continuing. His voice was so low, only you could hear him.
“The fact that you sought help shows you’re actually strong. You don’t have to tell me anything but I will be there whenever you feel ready.”
He wrapped his arms around you hugging you from behind.
“Yes I am a doctor,” he went on, “but mostly I am your friend. I just want you to know that.”
You freed yourself from his grip only to turn around and hug him tighter.
“Thank you,” you whispered, “side effects had been a bitch honestly, but we can talk about it later. Maybe. I just want to go back to laughing at you two.”
In all this time, House hadn’t said a thing. You didn’t dare look at his face either, but you knew that he would come around and be there for you in due time. His silence didn’t mean he didn’t care, only that he had his own way of showing he cared. Later he would come to you and talk but right now, he still needed to process what he just learned.
“So you think it’s funny that House dosed me?” asked Wilson, breaking free from your hug.
“Really,” you said, “Actually, it’s hilarious!”
“Well I’ll have you know it’s the second time he does this,” he added.
“Well, it’s not as funny then,” you said, hoping to get a reaction from House.
“See?” Wilson asked House.
“I think he’s mad because he got proven wrong,” you said.
“I think I’m mad because no one is enjoying how funny having Wilson on speed is!” he finally said.
You burst out laughing.
“It is true that it’s the first time I’m actually witnessing this,” you said, “on second thoughts this is still hilarious.”
You walked up to House, visibly siding with him.
“Oh, that’s just great. Now both of you are on the same side. What will I ever do,” Wilson said, once again slumping down on the couch.
Another burst of laughter ensued.
“I’m done,” he said.
You were about to sit on the couch as well when House held you back.
“You’re stronger than you want to believe,” said House in your ear, “you know that?”
“I’m starting to get that,” you said.
You dragged him to the couch where you picked up your book again. House turned on the TV promptly turning up the volume just to annoy Wilson.
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Imagine getting your own royal crest
Balin: it’s traditional that the father makes the crest, but in his absence the head of the family does it. Since your family doesn’t exactly have a head and aren’t here at all, so all of us kind of chipped in and made you this. *hands you a belt with your new crest as the buckle* I made sure it was your favorite color.
Kili: when we first met you were wearing this pattern on your clothing, that I just fell in love with, so I insisted it be included.
Dwalin: I hunted the animal for the leather.
Fili: I added your favorite flower.
Bofur: I tooled the leather.
Gloin: I got the metals.
Oin: I got the herbs for the dyes.
Nori: I tanned and prepped the hides Dwalin brought me.
Bifur: I dyed the leather
Dori: I sewed it all together.
Bombur: I made the dyes
Ori: I coordinated their efforts and drew the mock up.
Thorin: I made sure to include your favorite animal into it, that and I made sure it had a pocket in it for you.
The belt: *looks completely abstract *
You: *crying* thank you boys, so much.
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Imagine Thorin getting all huffy and puffy when you call him cute
You : you know, Thorin, you are very cute when you’re angry.
Thorin : I am no such thing! Dwarves are not cute, we are fierce warriors hardened by war.
You : you’re right, you’re not cute *kisses his cheek and whispers*…you’re adwarfable.
Thorin : ….get the fuck out
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Imagine being in the mines of Moria with the fellowship.
Pippin: Are we lost?
Merry: No
Pippin: I think we are
Merry: *shushes him*
Y/N: Gandalf’s thinking.
Frodo: *notices Gollum* Y/N, Gandalf! There’s something down there.
Y/N: *turns to Gandalf* You wanna take this one?
Gandalf: *mutters* Not unless you wish to tell me the way.
Y/N: *grins* When in doubt Gandalf, when in doubt.
Turns to Frodo
Y/N: My dear, that would be Gollum.
Frodo: Gollum?
Y/N: Yes, I think he’s been following us for three days now. Probably set free from the dungeons of Barad-dûr. He wants what you carry upon your neck.
Frodo: The Ring?
Y/N: Yes, he will spend the rest of his life following where the ring goes, for he loves and hates the ring. Just as he loves and hates himself.
Gandalf: Sméagol’s story is quite a sad one.
Frodo: Sméagol?
Y/N: Yes, that was what he was called. Before the Ring found him, and drove him mad.
Frodo: Pity Bilbo didn’t kill him when he had the chance.
Y/N: Pity? No my dear boy.
Gandalf: It was pity that stilled Bilbo’s hand.
Y/N: *grits her teeth* Many that live deserve death
Legolas and Gimli : *both look at Y/N and frown*
Gandalf: And some that that die, deserve life. Can you give it to them Frodo?
Y/N: Do not be too eager to deal out death and judgement dear one. Even the very wise cannot see all ends.
Gandalf: *narrows his eyes at Y/N before turning back to Frodo* My heart tells me there is still some part for Gollum to play whether for ill or for good.
Y/N: The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many.
Frodo: I wish the ring never came to me. I wish none of this had happened.
Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times. But that is not up to them to decide.
Y/N: All we can do, is to decide what to do with the time that was given to us.
Gandalf: There are other forces at work in this world and out of it Frodo, *glances at Y/N* besides the will of evil.
Y/N: Bilbo was meant to find the ring, and therefore you were meant to carry it. *grins down at Frodo* Now isn’t that an encouraging thought?
Gandalf: Ah its that way!
Merry: He’s remembered!
Gandalf and Y/N: No.
Gandalf: But the air doesn’t smell so foul down here.
Y/N: *grins at Gandalf* When in doubt my friends, follow your nose.
Legolas: I thought it was follow your heart.
Aragorn: As did I
Y/N: Now now my dear friends, your heart goes third and your nose goes second!
Legolas: *puzzled* Then what goes first?
Both grin and look at each other
Aragorn: Her stomach.
Y/N: My stomach.
Sam: Quite wise of you miss Y/N.
Y/N: Thank you Sam.
All walk through the tunnel.
Legolas: *to Aragorn* Do you know what Y/N likes to eat?
Aragorn: Anything that she can get her hands on. Why so curious Legolas.
Legolas: *hurriedly* Just want to know what fuels such a dwarf sized human.
Y/N: I heard that.
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picking up bilbo baggins
summary : bilbo wants to be picked up, he wants uppies
pairing : bilbo baggins x elf! reader
you heard a scoff coming from beside you. you turned your head, then looked down to see an impatient hobbit with his arms crossed and foot tap-tap-tapping.
"___." bilbo said sternly. you bent down to his height.
"yes, bilbo?" you raised your eyebrows, looking into his eyes.
"my feet are getting sore and tired and dirty." you knew exactly what to do with him, exactly what he was asking for.
but you decided you're gonna tease him.
"and what do you want me to do?" you said with faux concern. he merely scoffed, extending his arms out only for them to flop down in an act of frustration.
"well!- ugh, you know what? forget it, ___." he put up his hand, facing away from you.
you laughed loudly, shaking your head. he turned his head, fighting back a smile at hearing you laugh.
you extended out your arms. he tried not to seem excited, but let it slip for a moment.
he let out a small gasp and his face lit up, before he cleared his throat and straightened up.
"hm, seems you've chosen the appropriate choice." he shrugged his shoulders, before wrapping his arms around your neck and his legs around your waist.
you lifted him up while he rested his head on your shoulder.
"I was only kidding, you fool." you kissed his pointed ear before he hummed and nodded off to sleep.
the poor, poor hobbit was not used to an adventurers life.
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Imagine the reactions of the fellowship when Y/N took the blade for Frodo on Weathertop (Amon Sûl)
Elrond: My dear child you would have died. You do not possess the gift of immortality, must you be as reckless as you are? You are not of this world!
Y/N: *grinning* Nah she'll be right. I'm fine aren't I?
Legolas: *walks in* You look terrible. As you would after a near death experience.
Y/N: You call it a near death experience. I call it a vibe check from God.
Aragorn: *Bursts into laughter*
Gandalf: *Stares pointedly* Yes.. not of this world.
Legolas: *is visibly confused* Are we talking about her recklessness or her beauty?
Y/N: >_> Ummm anyways, when are we leaving?
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Thorin being a soft simp for y/n
#pairing: thorin x reader
#warnings: Thorin being a soft simp for y/n
#a.n: been away for some time and after getting into the hobbit for the first time I had to simp for this man and now i will make him simp for y/n as i should because i have writer’s power
All of this started right on the first day that he meet y/n
Gandalf spoke about his student countless times a day and how she would be the 15th member to Thorin’s Company.
At first, Thorin was unimpressed, and didn���t care. As long as this ‘student’ could do the job as protector of the Company, everything would be a-ok.
Everyone is at Bilbo’s house, Dwarves being Dwarves, Bilbo freaking out, Thorin trying to discuss with the Company, Gandalf just waited for his student to finally find Bilbo’s house.
‘knock knock–’
There was a small double knock on the Hobbit’s house door, Gandalf’s smile appeared on his lips, at first, Gandalf wanted to go get the door, until Thorin was the one to get up first,stormed to the door, pissed off that the knock interrupted the meeting.
Thorin opens the door, ready to probably order the person to go, and say that they are in the wrong Hobbit house and that nothing IMPORTANT is happening at this hobbit hole.
Then there you were.
H/c hair shining with the moonlight and that danced softly with the bit of summer wind, darkness of the night contrasting with your bright gentle appearance, soft lips that were saying something that he couldn’t catch because he was daydreaming, e/c orbs looking straight at him.
Wait.
“Uhm… Is this where Thorin’s Company is having the meeting…?”
He just can’t bring his words out, why is every word stuck in his throat??
so Gandalf appears right behind him.
“Master Gandalf, long time no see!” There was sunshine in your smile as you saw your teacher, you right away, shove Thorin aside since he was still in the way of the entrance, and hug the Wizard.
“I got lost so many times, I only found out that this is the house after I found fourteen ponies in front of Mr.Bilbo’s house, I remembered you mentioned something about Dwarves –.
“Then, my information was somewhat useful, Y/n.”
“That’s besides the point, how could I see such a tiny marking on a door—?”
“It lights up–”
“The ponies don’t light up, they are just bigger, just make a bigger marking then.”
Thorin was stunned by how hard you were arguing with your own teacher, he could right away see how fierce you are which made him just melt a bit more.
You then look around at all the Dwarves and The Hobbit, bowing formally at all of them. “Y/N L/N at your service, student of Gandalf, I am here to be your protector of the Company of Thorin Oakenshield through all the quest, in order for everything to go as smooth as possible, and healer if there is truly a need– also Hi Mr.Bilbo, nice to see you once again.”
Just with that introduction, the company was already happy to have you in– and it was because of that first impression that Thorin just fell immediately in love, but of course–
Our King Under the Mountain will show nothing of that
Unless–
You see, right when you all started the journey to the Misty Mountains, he was already pouring his royal charm on you.
There were no more ponies so he let you ride with him.
He calls you ‘Amralime’ instead of your name
You ask what does it mean
He completely ignores the question
This dude dies when you become curious about Dwarf culture
In his head he is screaming ‘How can this woman be so precious—’
There was this one day that the wind was just overall annoying, and you saw that he had a leaf stuck on his hair
You get super close to him
He thought you were going a kiss so he did lean in
“You had a leaf on your hair, Thorin.” You take it off and lean away, you see his embarrassment and disappointment
Anyways, forgot to mention that every time you are with your back turned to him he really, really wants to touch your hair badly
But he doesn’t
And yes, all these interactions are noticed by the company, how much Thorin stares, how his eyes glimmer looking at you, but specially, how grumpy he is when you are away, and how soft he gets once you are around
No Y/N , Grumpy Thorin
Y/N around, a Happy Thorin
Everyone teases Thorin about it
Specially Kili and Fili
Kili and Fili calling you auntie
Any other company member calling you ‘Your Highness’ or ‘Queen’
The fact that you simply accept those titles makes him know that yes, there is hope
You guys walk next to each other time to time
Accidently your hands touch
His heart explodes
There was one night where you were on watch, and noticed Thorin turning many times
You request the King to lay his head on your lap
He is hesitant at first but accepts it
It was the best night of his life.
That started being a habit
To the point that he will just fake having bad night just so you make the offer
You know, just fake it until you make it.
Forgot to mention the day that Kili and Fili decided to force you both on top of each other
Which was by making you both bump into each other
Thorin falls on top of you
both of you stare at each other…
“I like your eyes–” you both say at the same time
Blush at the same time
Look away at the same time
and say “No, yours are prettier–” at the same time again
You both take a pause.
You start laughing which makes him laugh too.
When you both stop laughing, slowly but surely, your eyes are connected again, just much closer than before.
He places his hand on your cheek.
“May…I?” He asks before embarrassing himself into something you might not want.
You just kiss him.
Of course, he kisses back.
Kili and Fili in the bushes screaming “I GOT A AUNT” “LET’S FUCKING GOOO—”
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KNY Incorrect quotes #8 Your Fanclub-
Mitsuri*Running full speed towards Obanai and Uzui*Uzui!!,Obanai!?
Uzui and Obanai Relaxing under a sakura tree after a sparring match
Uzui: So loud...*Biting into cold mochi*
Obanai: It's too hot right now for you to be running...*Is drinking a cold beverage*
Mitsuri*Slides across the floor and pants looking up at them* A GUY IS FLIRTING WITH Y/N!?
The Trio-
Uzui: FORMATION B!
Mitsu & Obanai: YES SIR!
You are spotted talking with a lower corp calmly, Then Mitsuri and Obanai run to you and hug your sides crying
Mitsu*clinging to your shoulders*WHO IS THIS MAN!? -THAT WE SHARED-THAT NIGHT THAT NIGHT!?
Obanai*Clinging to the waist and looking up at you*WAS IT ALL A LIE WHEN YOU SAID YOUR TIME SPENT WITH ME THE MOST ENJOYABLE OF ALL!?
Hashira!Y/n*With an unimpressed look not even tearing their eyes from Corp*..what-seriously what?...
Corp:...*Looks also weirded out*
Uzui*Comes in with a booming voice*Could you not touch them so casually, please...YOU HOMEWRECKERS!?!-My flashy y/n has to come home for dinner...Let's go home y/n...
Hashira!Y/n*Smilling at New Corp*Ignore them..., So you just have to go straight ahead, That's where the butterfly manor is
Corp*Smilling back but ...feeling pity for you*Thank you so much *Turns on heels and heads in the directions you gave him*
Trio*Dumbfounded*Huh?
Hashira!Y/n*Turning around slowly with a strained voice and icy glare and red cheeks*...OKAY, SERIOUSLY WHAT IS THIS? COULD YOU STOP EMBARRASSING ME
Uzui*Blinking 'innocently' and pointing his finger at Mitsuri and Obanai*Mhh?~
Hashira!Y/n: EXPLAIN!?!
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Hey! I love your posts! Would you be able to do a sam x reader x Dean where they just came back from a long day of hunting and Y/n suggests that they should watch a movie together and cuddle together, y/n chooses who she wants to cuddle with and at first it’s sam but then dean gets sad (jokingly of course) or something?
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Pairing - Sam Winchester x reader, Dean Winchester x reader
Summary - After a long hunt, both of the brothers are tired and in need of Y/n's comfort.
Warnings - Mentions of violence, all fluff!
Words - 0.6K (Sorry its a little short but I hope this is okay!)
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They were bound to be exhausted. Not only had they taken out a nest of vamps, but the drive back had been a long one. Each of them were tired, in need of food and sleep. So they did as they seemed to always do: picked up Dean's greasy food of choice (and a salad for Sam) and then they piled onto the sofa.
Sam was still picking at his salad when Y/n wandered into the living room where Dean was already flicking through the channels. He pushed the button between each show, barely giving himself chance to read what exactly was playing. "Anything good on?" The girl asked as she took the empty space next to him.
Dean sort of made a grunt of disagreement in response. "Nothing really." He paused, checking the watch on his wrist. "It is almost midnight." Which would explain the lack of decent tv on.
"Here," Y/n spoke and gestured for Dean to give her the remote. He was hesitant but handed it over nevertheless. She too switched through a few channels before landing on an old 70s movie that she let play.
Dean laughed from the side of her, "As if any of us are awake enough to watch a whole movie."
She shrugged, "We don't have to watch it all."
It was then Sammy finally joined them, throwing his body into the final spot, leaving Y/n squeezed into the middle of them. To make it worse, Sam wiggled around until he was sufficiently cuddled into Y/n. Her arm swung over his shoulders while his laid lazily over her stomach. "I think you're getting a big for cuddles now, Sammy." She joked as she tried to get herself comfy.
He barely was able to make out his hummed response - more sleepy than Dean or herself. "Tired." He murmured, his eyelids already beginning to fall shut.
Dean's eyes didn't tear from the TV screen as he replied, "That's why you have a bed, Sam." He reminded his brother.
Though, by then, Sam was already slipping into his dreams. Y/n peeked over at him and the peace that was painted over his expression; just that sight able to bring a smile to her lips. "I think he's asleep." She observed.
Dean too looked over; he was well and truly sleeping. So the older boy returned to the shitty movie Y/n had put on and pretended as if he didn't yearn to be comforted by the girl next to him. Only five minutes passed before Y/n caught on. Dean with his arms crossed over his chest, a frown written into his lips and a lack of any sort of conversation. It made a smirk tug at her lips. "Dean?" She called.
His head turned to face her, "Hm?"
She tilted her head slightly and quirked a brow, "Do you need a cuddle too?"
He was already snuggling into her lap before he had even answered her. "Thought you'd never ask." And like that the boys laid, lulled into their dreams as a stupid 70s movie played. And soon enough, Y/n joined them and they slept till the sun rose in the morning.
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𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬!
Winchesters & Castiel x Reader
Summary: Guess what Reader?? IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY! Team Free Will knows it too, and would love to celebrate with you because come on, you’re awesome!
Birthday cake, party hats, Winchester sass. The works.
Let’s see what happens! :)
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“Dude, you’re gonna drop it!”
“Sammy, if you don’t lay off, then I won’t drop it— I’ll smash it on you.”
“Does everything have to end in violence for you?”
“Only when you’re involved.”
“Sam, Dean. Please calm yourselves. This is a very important task we’re undertaking…”
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Germany is giving slut dragon (appreciative)
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You Win
Title: You Win
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 3,311
Warnings: ANGST, Dean’s a tiny bit of a dick, Depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Anxiety, Panic Attack, Self- Esteem Issues, Self- Depreciation, Lots More Angst, Mentions of Torture, Minor Fluff
Summary: After being captured by a demon and tortured for a couple of weeks, you were having trouble healing from the aftermath. The physical wounds may have healed but it doesn’t mean the ones on the inside had. The ones telling you that you’re never going to be enough. That you’re better off gone.
Square Filled: Hurt/ Comfort ( @spnfluffbingo)
A/N: For the haters and the ones who gave up on me. For the ones that made me feel like I wasn’t enough. For the ones who hurt me so bad that I wanted to disappear. For the ones who claimed to be my friend and proved themselves otherwise. This one is for you.
You stood in the kitchen, dipping your tea bag into your favourite mug that you had picked up from the gas n’ sip somewhere in Portland a few years ago. It was close to midnight when you last checked your phone. It was hard to tell these days since the bunker had no windows. No natural sunlight got in. You were clad in one of your favourite oversized sweaters and a pair of plaid shorts that barely covered your ass, and a pair of knee high socks. Your typical bed attire for the most part. When you were on the road it was a little different. At home, you were more comfortable.
Home.
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