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"Oh, Bombur, this stew is one of the best I've tasted in a long time." "Aha! So you fancy Bombur!" FIli shouted at the top of his voice. You could hear Thorin choking on his soup. You blushed furiously and gritted your teeth. "Odd, I didn't think he was your type. " Kili said tapping his chin with his spoon. Bombur looked insulted. "I'll turn the pair of you into stew, if you don't stop." you snarled at the boys. At Beorn’s cabin you had a moments peace, but now that you were on your way to  Mirkwood, the boys were back to pestering you and Thorin had distanced himself from you again. “Either way I don’t fancy her.”

Loud music blasted from what seemed a mile away from you as you kept trotting in the opposite direction of the wild party. Your steps were echoing and deliberate while you muttered to yourself, imitating the multiple voices of some of the party guests you have already encountered. Quite poorly might I add. You huffed at the end of when of your incoherent babbles and kicked a stone blindly into the bushes. You were about to punch a tree to release more anger, but the metallic clank that resounded from the innocent rock's new location made you still. Following curiosity instead of instinct, you allowed your hand to push away the shrubbery for y

(A/N - Based on the Liev schreiber version of victor, and 'she' is you. Has some language, and a very poorly written lovey-dovey scene.) -----------------------------------Love-------------------------------------------------- "Vi-Victor," she purred into his ear, as he pinned her to the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist, as he ground into her, his hands roamed her hair, her back, her thighs. She mewled as he raked his claws across her soft flesh. Her hands made there way under his shirt, and slowly ran her hands over his muscles. She heard him chuckle darkly, then he ripped her shirt away, and cupped her breast. She inhaled sharply

WARNING NC-17 INCLUDING: FETISHES, STRONG LANGUAGE, HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIP/INTERCOURSE. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ. For those who like 'Stony' please enjoy!     "Jesus, isn't EXTRA fucking cold today," Tony shivered and rubbed his hands together for warmth looking out through the large wall window and sees the milky white clouds hover all over the city,"Like seriously, is the 'climate change' really effecting us that bad?" Steve chuckled, "Yeah, I guess so." Tony turned and glared at Steve, that bastard, he's used to this of course. Tony on the other hand hates the cold, he loved warm weather and the fresh breeze. He loves the warmth of the

~~~Normal~~~ You sat on your couch your 1 year old baby daughter, (d/n), slowly falling asleep on your chest. Her (y/e/c) eyes slowly closing and her dark (y/n/t) hair lied partly on your chest. She was very close to sleeping when suddenly you both jolted awake when you heard Jack yell from upstairs. “(y/n)!” he yelled “Look at (s/n)! He’s walking!” Picking up (d/n) since she wasn’t going to be sleeping anytime soon you went upstairs carrying (d/n) as carefully as possible. Reaching the nursery you opened the door wide to see Jack on the floor with (s/n) in front of him. He looked up at Jack with a con

TMNT – I Do: A RaphaelxReader Fanfic Ew gross You thought to yourself. The sewers seemed dirtier today. well, there go my new pair of shoes You suddenly realized you probably shouldn’t have worn your new shoes while visiting the turtles. “Great, just great!” You mumbled to yourself “Lost again Short stack?” You heard a deep voice piercing through the silence “Raph. What an honour. I was just thinking. I shouldn’t have worn my new shoes down here huh?” “Hmm?” He scanned you closely “New? They’re the ones you always wear.” You looked down and sur

   A/N: Hello there =3 If you can't tell, I'm giving Ichigo a break and writing a few Star Trek Reader Inserts =D So, yeah... Onward~             You sigh as the bartender slides another drink to you, running a hand through your (H/L) (H/C) hair. Another crappy day and another crappy breakup, just your normal routine. You aren’t sure why, but you seem to attract assholes like flies and they never stop pestering you. Speaking of which…           “Hi there, gorgeous.” A man practically purred as he slid into the seat next to you. You narrowed your (E/C) eyes in a glare, hoping to dissuade him but, of course, he was s

After his dad ran out of bullets he drank coffee and headed to work, saying they will talk more later, Stiles had dragged him into the bathroom and started to remove the bullets from his chest, Stiles slapped Derek in the back of the head and then kissed him on the lips as he helped remove the bullets his chest "I can't believe you were so stupid to tell my dad that up front." He said "I thought beating around the bush would have been a bad idea." Stiles frowned as he pulled out another bullet from his shoulder "Yeah okay fine but you are looking like a bullet ridden tin can; I think I can rattle you." he said, Derek frowned at him "I'm

(Y/N) was in a cafe with her long time friend John Watson. They had bumped into each other in town and had decided to catch up. She had met him on a medical course in university. She now sometimes help both him and Sherlock on their cases. "So how is baby Sherlock doing?" she asks. "For the thousandth time (Y/N), Sherlock is not a girl's name." John sighed, having heard this so many times. "Of course it is!" (Y/N) replied sarcastically. "Why do you keep calling her baby Sherlock?" "Because it annoys you John." She replies in tone that says 'It's obvious' "..." John decided against answering whilst giving a half-hearted glare in (Y/N)'s direct

“Are you sure about this?” Gandalf said he helped the sadden Hobbit on to the cart, the curly blonde being turned to look at the wizard and nodded “I’m sure Gandalf.” He said, there is more he wants to say but couldn’t feel up to talking, he just wants to leave, go home to his Shire to his home and to be left alone, Gandalf nodded to him and climbed on bored himself and left Erebor, Bilbo tried to fight his tears back but in the end the rolled down his cheeks, Gandalf pulled the Hobbit close to him and let him cry gently into his side. 3 weeks  he’s been in the Shire trying to restock his pantry and

"I'm dying, John!" Sherlock whined, looking at his flatmate like a sad puppy. John rolled his eyes. "No, you're not. You've just got a cold," he explained patiently, pointing his finger at Sherlock to show who was to blame for the whole situation. "I told you not to run around the flat barefooted and only in your dressing gown!" Sherlock sneezed loudly three times in a row and then huffed with annoyance. "My head is pounding, I can't think!" He protested while wrinkling his nose in indignation.   John sighed heavily. "No wonder, you have a high fever. Just stay in bed and wait till the medicines I gave you will kick in." "I w

“And I’m so sorry I hurt you.” Grillby loosened his grip and got on both knees in front of me. “I promised to protect you, I promised to never hurt you, and I failed you.” His head hangs down heavy with regret. “You don’t get it.” I spat taking a half step back, not wanting to go over the edge but wanting some distance between us. I felt the path of my tears dry up. I quickly step around Grillby and walk towards the barrier. I feel a twinge in my chest. A dull ache. I turn around to see Grillby still sitting there. He hasn’t moved. “Grillby…” I almost whisper it. He mov

"-om." "Mom." "Hey Mom?" (Name) opened her eyes to the bright sunshine streaming into her and Derek's bedroom. Thankfully, Isaac's head was blocking the view the harsh glare of the light. She sat up, letting the covers fall down to her hips and rubbed at her eyes. She knew it must have been at least 10 AM, considering Derek's warm mass was vacant from her bedside. "What's up pup?" (Name) asked softly. If she didn't notice Isaac's eye glistening before, she sure did now. "Isaac, honey, what's wrong?" (Name) asked worriedly, her pack mother instincts kicking in. "Well, I was outside with Jackson and Boyd and we were messing around and J-Jackson

 Warning: The following reader contains spoilers, headcanons, and events taken place after the Mystery Gang invaded the mansion.  "Local reports finally uncased a missing person's log, the body of a teenage boy was found at the bottom of the abandon mines today after some workers were clearing out the last bits of leftover debrief. He'd been missing for over a year, and eyewitnesses claimed the cause of death was due to amount of stalactites piercing through most of his upper body. He suffered various injuries to the chest and soon died from lose of blood, a memorial was held for those in honor of their dear friend."   Questions,

It wasn’t a very long walk to Grillby’s. I take this trek every day. And, with all the resets, by now I’m used to it. But for some reason the kid hasn’t shown up yet. I take my chances today instead of trying to go check up on them and go to my favorite place in the world. When I open the door the place is empty. The shelves are being cleared. I smile.   We did it without the human.   How, you ask? Well, that’s a story for another day. But for now, I focus on the emptiness of the room, the fact that Grillby is finally getting to move his stuff to the surface and we did it without Chara or Frisk intervening. It wa

The house had a welcoming smell to it as we came in. I usually didn't like the overly disinfectant air, but the more time I spent with him, the more I wanted to stay regardless. I turned my red hat and took it off, brushing my orange hair out of my face. "What now Dor-Edd?" I frowned at my words. It's been over two weeks since we've been dating and I still can't remember not to say Dork whenever I see him? I'm a lousy excuse for a boyfriend. I shrugged it off and gave him a cool smile, leaning against the wall. He didn't seem to notice me, or how much I tried to appear nonchalant. He gave me his usual heart warming gap tooth smile. "Well we