Oh My, Thank You!! I Love This So Much! Can't Wait For More. Great Job! :D

Oh my, thank you!! I love this so much! Can't wait for more. Great job! :D ❤🥰😭💖

Not Your Daughter

Here we are, finally getting my ass back to writing things! This was a request from darling @id-rather-be-in-middle-earth​ 

Request: A thorin x reader where after the mountains reclaimed, readers parents who only want money come to visit. Like they manipulated her whole life and after being with the company she knows what real love is and she stands up to them like, “You’re our daughter.” “You have no daughter.” It can be a thorin pairing or thorin is her figurative father figure and adopts her after. You can do whatever, I’m not picky about it.

Author´s note: Bear with me, this is two part long story, as I wanted to write the backstory of how the reader ended up with Thorin and how their relationship formed during the journey. 

Warning: mention of child abuse, poor parenting

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Part 1

It had been five years since Thorin Oakenshield and his company reclaimed Erebor from the dragon and defeated Azog and his army with the help of Men and Elves.

Gazing down from the balcony in your chambers you let your mind travel back in time when you first met Thorin and his company. Now that you thought about it, you were the luckiest one in all Arda and you couldn´t stop a smile creeping into your face.

You were part of Thorin´s company ever since they found you wandering near the Shire nothing but torn clothes on. They were shocked while staring at your small shaking figure in the mud,  one by one getting angry after you told them you escaped from your home because your parents got physical with you after they thought you didn´t work hard enough to bring money into the household.

None of the dwarves could fathom how parents could treat their daughter in such a way, your age couldn´t be much over eight which made them even angrier.

When you told them you then had gotten lost after hours of trying to find your way back home when it was getting dark, it was surprisingly Thorin who claimed you would be travelling with them as he felt obligated to find for you a better home. That sentence had made every warrior in his company turn their heads and look at Thorin like he had grown two heads on his shoulder.

Why? He didn´t know the reason why he should feel obligated toward a human child, you weren´t his responsibility but something about your teary eyes and light quiver of your lower lip resolved him to make up his mind before he could stop himself.

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I'm so tired of Maxwells bullshit. Can he not fuck up for once? Btw love this story, cant wait for more ❤❤❤

What’s Love Got To Do With It?

Chapter 5: Don’t You Want Me

Maxwell Lord x F!Reader

Summary: Maxwell Lord is successful, handsome and can have anything he wants with a snap of his fingers. He is living the American dream until his mother turns his life upside down by going behind his back to organize an arranged marriage to help take Chimtech Consortium to new heights. The only thing worse than not being in control is that his bride-to-be is you, the one person he cannot stand.

Warning: (Smut and swearing is most chapters) In this chapter: swearing, implied smut and Maxwell’s dirty thoughts

A/N: Ooo! A shorter chapter here but a lot of action! Snookums is back. The response to this story has been amazing! I am floored by every comment! As always, feedback is appreciated and let me know if you want to be tagged (if I forgot to tag you I’m sorry! Please inbox me)

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“Come in” Maxwell huffs, tearing his eyes away from his paperwork.

“I, uh, brought you a coffee sir” Barbara Ann stammers as she walks in the door.

She places the cup down on the oak desk with a shaky hand and Maxwell sighs, noting her nerves.

“You have been working here for two weeks, how are you still nervous?” he huffs, picking up the cup of coffee.

He takes a sip and spits it back out into the cup, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he glares up at Barbara.

“Learn how to make a fucking espresso” he hisses.

“Ye-yes sir” Barbara frantically nods, taking the cup from him and accidentally spilling some of the brew on his desk.

“For fucks sake” Maxwell leans back, avoiding the splash before he shakes his head at Barbara.

“I’ll clean it up” she promises and Maxwell sighs, wondering why his mother would hire such a useless assistant. 

Barbara Ann rushes out of the room before coming back with the napkins she hoards in her desk, wiping the liquid up with anxiety-riddled swipes.

“Did you get what I asked for?” Maxwell looks up at her expectantly.

“Yes sir” she nods, “I did”

“Good, can you take it to her now?” he glances up at the clock on the wall.

“Yes Mr. Lord” Barbara licks her lips, looking at her boss.

“Well off you go” he gestures towards the door and she nods once more, gathering the sopping wet napkins up in her hand before scurrying out of the office.

“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Lord’s assistant would like to see you” your assistant knocks on the open door and you nod, “thank you. Please send her in”

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Not gonna lie, I have very impure thoughts off this gif alone. 😛😛

Been A While

SPN FanFic

~Dean stumbles across a woman from his past who shows him that age and experience are always better than faded memory.~

Dean x Y/N, Sam, some OMCs

5,438 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Badass!Reader. Show Level Hunt Things. Smut. ;)

A/N: This piece was a commission. Hope you all enjoy!

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“Will I ever see you again?” she asked, eyes wide and wet as she looked up at Dean for the last time.

He held her cheek, his ring cold upon her skin. “I wish I didn’t have to go,” he whispered, young voice cracking with emotion.

It had only been two days, but they’d enjoyed the hell out of each other. Hunting side by side, fucking in the back of the Impala; it was like magic. There was just something about Y/N that Dean wasn’t sure he could walk away from. She was small but fierce, unafraid of anything, ready to kick ass, and yet, here she was, about to cry as he said goodbye.

“Maybe…” She chewed her lip and looked away towards the rising sun. It was cold in those precious and silent moments before dawn, and Y/N shivered as the breeze hit the back of her neck. “I could go with you,” she finished, grabbing Dean’s hand from her face to hold against her heart. “You might need me.”

He laughed sadly and licked his lips. “I don’t think so. My dad’s missing, I gotta go get my brother. This is- this is a family thing. I’m sorry.”

With her free hand, Y/N touched the splattering of golden freckles across the bridge of his nose, smiling as he did, tickled by her fingertips. “I understand,” she whispered, curling her fingers beneath his jaw to draw him down to her. “Good luck, Dean Winchester.”

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