its inside your head

  • "I solemnly swear I am up to no good": - Aries, Gemini, Sagittarius
  • ""Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.": - Scorpio
  • “OF COURSE IT IS HAPPENING INSIDE YOUR HEAD, HARRY, BUT WHY ON EARTH SHOULD THAT MEAN THAT IT IS NOT REAL?”: Cancer, Libra
  • “You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.” : Pisces
  • "However, this mirror will give us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible.": - Neptune, Pisces
  • "Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.”: Sagittarius
  • "Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human … the fact that you can feel pain like this is your greatest strength.": - Capricorn
  • "Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.": - Taurus
  • "I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.": - Aquarius
  • "You are protected in short by your ability to love": Leo
  • "The mind is not a book to be opened at will and examined at leisure": Virgo
  • J.K Rowling

Oh, ew.  It just occurred to me how deep this well of projection and control runs for these people.

Think about the way they bastardize characters to more closely resemble either themselves, or their ideals (male characters are often made hyper-feminine, and physically fit characters given huskier body types).  Mind you, this wouldn’t be a concern if it wasn’t so prevalent, consistently similar across multiple artists, and so eerily deliberate (as well as constantly in complete disregard for maintaining anything signalling the character’s identity).

What these people seem to truly want is someone that they can completely bend to their will.  That’s why cartoon characters are so appealing to them, and why they’re quick to disregard canon if it doesn’t coincide with their little fantasy world.  Shipping disturbs them because they feel that either they’re being shipped (due to projecting themselves onto characters), or that they’re being rejected by those characters.

This is becoming psychologically fascinating and disturbing all at the same time.  I wish I’d been able to continue pursuing forensic psychology…

anonymous asked:

Do you ever rewatch Welcome to Hell? Just for your own enjoyment?

Aaaaabsolutely not.

In fact, if I’m around other people and someone pulls it up on youtube to show it off, I will actually leave the room.  If I can’t leave the room, I will bury my face in my phone, or my food, or whatever else is nearby for me to fiddle with.  If I happen to be in the middle of a conversation with someone else in the room, I’ll TRY to ignore it and continue having the conversation, but my brain will go blank and my face will go red and I’ll find myself trailing off, stopping every couple of words, because I can hear Welcome to Hell in all of it’s poorly-mixed glory echoing softly across the room; it’s dialogue like the ghost of an old lover whispering in my ears.  How is the audience responding?  Are they laughing with it, or at it?  Are they silent because they’re bored, or invested?  Do they know why it looks the way it does; what I went through to make it?   Do they get it?  Do they think I’m crazy? 

IT’S TOO MUCH, DUDE.  It’s too much.  

Take Me || Stiles S.

Word Count: 4,133ish

Warning: Rough smut,😉

Prompt: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Stiles smut where the reader and Stiles are like, lab partners or something, and Stiles has been mumbling really dirty stuff to you for weeks, and you finally tell him to do something, and then it’s really hard and rough. Thanks so much!! 

You’re my first request and my love for you extends wayyyy past the galaxy. You are the best beautiful! I hope this is what you wanted and I didn’t know if you wanted to be tagged. If not, let me know:) @pick-the-petalst

A/N: Also, just wanted to thank everyone for 130 followers! It might not be much to anyone else, but I didn’t think I’d even have 1 so I am more than grateful! You all are magnificent beauties and I hope you all have an extraordinary day. Much love 💕

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Monday

“Those jeans are looking extra tight today.” His lips grazed the outer shell of your ear as his hand slid onto your thigh. “Definitely makes me wonder what they would look like on the floor of my bedroom.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Yes, this had been going on for weeks now but it always affected you. Stiles had become your lab partner at the beginning of the semester and at first, you thought that it might actually go well. He seemed like a smart kid and even though Harris liked to torment him about failing his class, Stiles didn’t seem to be having any trouble.

All that went downhill about two days into your partnership. 

You had just arrived into class wearing a new skirt that you had recently bought over the weekend. It was black and faux leather. You knew that it was a little short, but it wasn’t too bad that you thought people would notice.

Stiles did.

The second you sat down in your seat he was leaning over to you. “Damn, I didn’t know you could get any hotter babe.”

“Excuse me?” You questioned raising your eyebrow at him.

“Oh, Princess, we can excuse ourselves right now and I can show you just how a man treats a lady.” He whispered against the side of your cheek.

You had always thought that Stiles was hot. Hell, he was super sexy, especially when he would wear his baseball cap flipped backward and his unlimited amount of flannels. But, right now, you didn’t know whether to be turned on, flattered, or appalled.

You turned your face to glare at him, but he was already giving you the once-over with his eyes.

You didn’t want it to be, but unfortunately, your teenage hormones got the best of you and heat rose to your cheeks.

“We have never spoken one word to each other and that’s what you start with?” You questioned hoping that he wouldn’t notice the redness that was dawning on your face.

But he did. Of course, he did.

Slowly, a grin curled onto the side of his thin pink lips. His eyes raked the length of your body at an agonizingly sluggish pace causing you to squirm in your seat. He took notice in that too because as he met your eyes a smirk was slipped on his mouth.

“All those dirty little thoughts that are going through that pretty little head of yours could be a reality. Just say the word and I’ll take you on this desk right now.” His eyes shined with pure honesty in his words and suddenly the room was the temperature of the sun. Heat crawled down your neck, past your heavy breasts, through the tingling sensation in your belly, and made its home in your core. The wetness already seemed to be dampening your panties.

As if he would smell your arousal, he leaned in closer. “Say the word Babygirl.”

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t even move afraid that a moan would slip from your lips. How did this man have so much power of you with just words?

“Stilinski! Attention to the front! Please don’t bother miss L/N.” Harris yelled breaking Stiles’s intense stare he had on you. 

As his eyes left you, you took in a deep breath.

“Yes sir, wouldn’t dream of bothering her.” 

But that is exactly what he had in mind. He wanted her all bothered. Hot and bothered and wriggling underneath him while moaning his name.

You tried not to look at him, but curiosity got the best of you and you peeked at him. He was already staring at you, but this gave him the chance to rile you up some more.

He sent you a wink right as the bell rang.

Now, weeks later it has been a constant one-sided flirtation with a huge dose of lust sprinkled in every sentence that flowed from his amazingly beautiful mouth.

Not that you thought his mouth was beautiful, or that it could do beautifully dirty things as it scrapped the inside of your thighs. No, you had never thought of that.

Let’s all be honest with each other, it wasn’t a normal Monday if that thought didn’t go through your head at least twice.

Today, was no different. 

“Those jeans are looking extra tight today.” His lips grazed the outer shell of your ear as his hand slid onto your thigh. “Definitely makes me wonder what they would look like on the floor of my bedroom.”

“It definitely makes me wonder when you’re going to shut your mouth.” You muttered knowing that he could hear you as you continued to finish your chemistry worksheet.

“Sweetheart, is that the only thing you want my mouth to do?” It was as if he had read your mind and your pencil halted in writing the sentence it was currently on.

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forever in a night (m)

pairing: kim mingyu | reader
genre: best friends to lovers au / fluff, smut
warnings: alcohol mention (& some under-age drinking), drunk-ish sex (?)
word count: 15,643
description: There’s a long stretch of history between you and your best friend, Kim Mingyu. From your first and last time as lovers to the friendship that has remained intact all throughout, but etched within the seams is the very thread that has always kept you two bonded—it’s nothing short of two hearts that beat as one with an unspoken love.

Originally posted by mc-gyu


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anonymous asked:

29 💦

29. “Come over here and make me.”

“You sound mad,” Shawn says with a little chuckle, his nighttime voice just the slightest bit deeper and raspier over the line.

“Would you please stop saying that?” You sigh, wriggling around in a bed that you can never get comfortable in and kicking the thick comforter off of your stifled legs with a pout. “I’m not mad. I’m just…” You pause for a moment, the truth on the tip of your tongue.

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Two Sides Of A Coin // Chapter Six

Originally posted by royalsekai

Arranged Marriage!AU
Mafia!AU
Series
Genre: Angst, smut, fluff, violence
Rated: M

Pairings: Kim Jongin x Reader
Summary: Born into a powerful Mafia family, your destined to take over the family business with a promised future but one innocent decision nearly destroys your future. Will you survive the trails and tribulations of life and love?
Warnings: Death, violence, blood.
Word Count: Chapter: 3,574   Series: 29.6k  (and counting)

Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven


Where is the one place you can go without being judged? A place you can cry and scream without someone thinking too much about it?

You find yourself on your knees, hands resting against your thighs, in front of her. The one person you feel you can talk to right now – even if she can’t talk back.

“Mother.” The word feels strange on your tongue but also familiar, like trying a childhood sweet that brings back feelings of nostalgia. “I don’t know what to do.” The tears fall freely, you don’t bother to wipe them or hide them as all you want to do right now is cry. “I can’t lose him but he insists on protecting me, if he dies-” The words die in your throat, only to be replace with sobs.

There is no divine answer, no response from the afterlife, no knowing that Yuri is watching but you just kneel in front of her gravestone and let your worries vocalise themselves.

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Good Morning, Taeyong

Originally posted by dovounq

Genre: Smut

Warning(s): explicit sexual situations


“Hey, baby.”

A gentle smile cracks the center of your dry lips, the husk of his voice wafting warmth across your sensitive ear. Large hands weaving through that of your small cold fingers, crocheting his pulse into your own. His heat penetrating your skin and sinking into your muscles, burrowing beneath the marrow of your bones—his body cocooning you, protecting you, engulfing you. Heavy and thick, his bulge kneading into your clothed core, seducing your hips into hazy and wavy dance. Thumbs stroking across the pebbled skin of your areola, pinching and releasing, rubbing and smothering. Breathless and dizzy, feral desires possessing you, the unstoppable urge to stuff your center with smoldering thickness and love and ecstasy.  A gasp, sharp and unintentional escapes the barricades of your mouth, ending in a stuttered “fuck” as his shaft spreads your moist clenching, beckoning walls—the pink silk material of your panties shoved aside and forgotten. A heavy “hmmm” vibrates from his throat and onto your head, your right thigh positioned next to your waist as he holds the bend of your knee with his heavy hand, hips rotating and shoving and jabbing and gliding into your own. The small of your back arching, your bum smothering into his pelvis as he takes you from the side—your favorite position. An unsteady hand fidgets down to your pulsing and swollen clit, uncontrollably and furiously gliding the wetness, the love, the want across your aching self to reach the highest of highs. Eyes rolling back, fidgeting, thrusting, “oh,” and “oh,” and “fuck,” waterfalling from your salivating orifice. A deep low chuckle faltering into a stuttering intake of breath—almost there—almost there! And then you are, sweating and clenching, fluttering and spilling over his cock, sticky white wetness spitting and drooling from its head, deep, deep, deep inside your body. And then, as if your body takes in and exhales a deep heaving breath, your body sinks into the mattress and your eyes flutter shut. Limbs are untangled and kisses are shared—a gentle smile cracks the center of your dry, swollen lips.

“Good morning, Taeyong.”

© 2017 TOUCHEFRAPPE

having to read a post with my own two eyes where an anon asks “is madd legit” made me lose 40 years on my life

Under One Condition: Chapter Three

Originally posted by 9taefox

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Hey, so, this is the latest chapter. Sorry it took so long to upload, I’ve been so unbelievably busy. I hope you enjoy the read. 

Thank you for the continuing support.

Remember, feel free to ask questions or make requests for one shots, shorts, what ever you fancy. Asks are always open :)

Jimin x reader x Taehyung

Warnings: swearing, mature content, kinks, smut, teasing

Word Count: 4,307

Chapter Links: 

Chapter one          Chapter two         Chapter three           Chapter Four     Chapter Five (In progress)

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Jimin quickly flung himself out of bed and stumbled to get his trousers on, that were still crumpled at the foot of the bed where you left them last night. You pulled the covers over you and harshly whispered at Jimin.

“It is. It is… it is Tae, what the hell am I supposed to do!? Stroll out there and talk to him!? GOD NO!”

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Personal Injuries

CHAPTER 4
SLBP FIC
Tokugawa Ieyasu/MC
Romance/Angst/Fluff
LINKS to CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3



WOHOOOOOO the overdue Chapter 4 is heereeeeeeeee! Warning for meanie, bully Ieyasu and his mind games. I’m sorry not sorry, he will grow, I promise!




“Say, kitchen wench, why do you think you are here now in my chamber?”

“… You, you requested me, Milord…?”

“Obviously. But why do you think?”

Only you and the God of Tanuki knows. “I… don’t know.”

“Now that’s a lie. You don’t act like you don’t know.”

Damn that smirk of his.

“Well?”

“To… to serve you…,” in bed, her mind finished her sentence.

“Hmm, that’s not wrong,” he said, seemingly thinking of something.

The chirps of the crickets outside sounded loud in the silence that followed. Oh, how she wished she were one of them.

“Bed.”

“…Milord?”

He indicated the direction of the bedding with a shrug. “Bed. Now.”

It was told in fairy tales, many times, that when a woman in dire situations prays hard enough, a kindly god would save her from her peril by turning her into something – a tree, a seafoam, a fish. She called for help from whatever gods were listening.

But apparently, there were none that night.

“Don’t,” she could hear the ire rising in his voice, “make me repeat myself.”

She chewed her bottom lip. What could she do, what should she do? Bits of conversations she had heard from castle maids came back to her – how it was better to go along, to let it pass quickly, to let men do what they want to do, that it wasn’t that bad, that you would get over it, that they would protect us – we should show gratitude, that resisting them would have consequences…

“I-,” the word escaped her mouth.

Ieyasu lifted his eyes from the floor, daring her to speak.

“I-I-I am… I am inexperienced, M-Milord,” she stammered, hoping that the fact would dissuade him.

But it was met with a chuckle. “You don’t say…”

“I-,”

“Go.”

“But-”

“Do you prefer to be dragged by your hair?”



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8

It was a very unique prep process. David Ayer does more… he calls it rehearsal but it’s much more like group therapy where you sit around and everybody talks about their deepest emotional issues and your trials and tribulations.

anonymous asked:

Can you write a scenario where Shiro finds out his s/o is rly depressed by walking in on them crying and he tries his best to comfort them with cuddles and compliments,,,, if requests are open that is

It’s Mod Enki! Thanks for sending in your ask!

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It was hard. Granted things were always hard, but now it was harder than ever. You were slumped in your bed feeling like something was trying to bore a hole in the middle of your chest. Pangs of dread tugged you down more and more, beckoning you to lose yourself in the waves of darkness. Normally you could handle this, there was always a feeling of weight on your chest and you’ve learned how to deal with it. You learned how to look happy and content with everything but your regular facade was failing you today. It felt like you were finally going to collapse in on yourself because surely there was nothing left inside you. Your breathing was hollow, cold, and ragged. No matter what you tried to do you felt like you were constantly trying to breathe in something that wasn’t there. Air failed you and left you gasping in sharp loud breaths. It was almost like someone had planted a black hole inside of you and it was finally going to make you collapse and be sucked into a void. 

Hearing footsteps was enough to make you instantly silence yourself though, you’re not sure why. Part of you wanted to reach out and get help from someone else, find validation in your emotions. But the other part didn’t want to put a burden on anyone else. You would feel twice as bad with someone else being concerned for your mental and emotional health. Especially if you told your boyfriend. 

Although you’ve both opened up to each other about everything since you started dating, you’ve never wanted him to worry about you. He was a leader, and had others to worry about. You didn’t want to be another addition to that burden. You’ve seen him break and cry in front of you, stressed from the path that was shoved upon him. You were always there to comfort him about whatever was depleting his well being and are his emotional rock. Nothing ever seemed to phase you. The others were very quick to point this out and you never had the heart to tell them the truth. 

The hot tears falling from your eyes seemed infinite and your head was under the pressure of letting your emotions trickle out. You felt weak, both physically and mentally but this was bound to happen eventually. You weren’t sure how long you’ve been gone from the rest and frankly you didn’t really care anymore. The only thing on your mind was getting through this, and it wasn’t going to be over until your emotions were finished and you could fall into the usual numb aftermath. With your head in your hands you let it loose and let the wake of the storm do its worst. Vile thoughts swirled inside your head and you wished you could scratch your head until they went away.

It hadn’t been long after the first few sobs ripped through your chest that the door slid open and your head shot up, face smeared with tears and a little bit of snot. 

“Shiro?” You almost croaked like a sad little frog. Said boy was frozen in the door frame with eyes full of nothing but concern. 

He stepped into the room and the door slid closed behind him. You watched him as you tried to stifle your sniffles and irregular breathing until he sat down right next to you. His hand came to cup your one of your cheeks while he wiped away a stray tear with his thumb. You held your breath but you could stop the overwhelming feeling in your chest as you stared in his eyes, waiting for him to say something. 

“(Y/n), what’s wrong?” He asked softly. “Is this where you’ve been?” 

You barely got a broken apology out of your mouth before you were crying even harder than before. It was like someone just put the tears on full blast and just like that you were a sobbing mess in your boyfriends’ arms. You weren’t sure it could even count as sobbing, it was more like wailing at this point. Shiro just embraced you in a warm hug and you buried your face in his shirt. You’d have to apologize to him later for the snot and drool probably. He tried to rock you back and forth, murmuring compliments and phrases of affirmation. There was also a lot of different pats, rubbing circles and other such comforting gestures while you cried your little heart out. It was a long time until you were okay enough to actually put together coherent sentences. 

When you did pull away and wiped your face of snot and tears and whatever else was on your face you were sure you looked like a mess. You knew Shiro didn’t really care about that right now but how you look is the only thing you could control about yourself right now. 

“Better?” Shiro asked offering you a warm smile. You nodded and through your sniffles you tried to take a deep breath.

“Sorry…” You said in another sad croaky voice. Shiro just gave you a little squeeze. 

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about.” He said. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You mulled it over for a little bit. Of course your wanted to tell him but you didn’t want him to worry. Although, you weren’t sure you could deal with this happening like this again and if you didn’t tell him all you’d get would be the, “bottling it up isn’t good,” talk. 

“Well…” You trailed off. “It’s just been a harder day than usual and I couldn’t really make it.” 

“Than usual? Is there something you need to be adjusted? We don’t have to have you get up so early if it’s hurting you, and we can lessen your training hours.” He said, eager to find a solution. You just shook your head, finding the notion sweet but you knew a little bit more than him. 

“No it’s not that, it’s just that… Just that…” You trailed off again and he looked at you with the same worried expression as before. “Shiro I have depression.”

“What? Why didn’t you tell me?” Shiro asked with a slightly hurt tone. You winced at it and felt yourself get a little choked up again. 

“I didn’t want you to worry.” You sniffled. “You’re just so busy and never have time for yourself and I didn’t want you to have to deal with my issues and not have time for yourself.” 

You blubbered on and on with your reasons until he had to stop you with a another big hug. This time he flopped over on the bed still holding you in his arms. As you lay there you found yourself crying again and apologizing over and over again. Shiro just shushed you and held you tightly. You had calmed down not long after and felt exhausted. Shiro had his hands in your hair, playing with the strands, braiding your hair and then untangled it before braiding again. You just snuggled into him more, or as much as you could at this point and let out a big sigh. 

As soon as you felt you could fall asleep and forget about this whole thing Shiro pulled away to look at you. His forehead rested against yours and you still had small sniffles escaping every now and then. Your face was warm and you weren’t sure how to react. 

“No matter what, I’ll always have time for you. So don’t do this again okay?” He said quietly. His voice was soft yet still firm and you managed to get out a little response since you couldn’t really nod. He still had a concerned look on his face yet he had a small smile nonetheless. Kissing your forehead he pulled you back into another hug. The pain in your chest was gone for now but you were sure it would return just like it always has. The only difference now was you weren’t alone anymore. And you never will be again.

Struck (Part Eleven)

EXO Fanfiction: Fantasy AU
Main pairing - Female Reader x Kim Jongdae/Chen
A mysterious group move into your apartment building and you find yourself drawn to them, one in particular… but is it safe? Who are they really?

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‘THERE YOU ARE!’

You gasped as a body collided with you, arms wrapping around your neck and squeezing as they rocked you excitedly from side to side.

‘Wh-Wha-‘ you spluttered, your face chest squashed into an unknown chest, obscuring your view and muffling your voice.

‘WE WERE SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU! I’m so so sorry you got dragged off, and we had to leave. But oh my gosh, you have been amazing, you found Jongdae! Wow! Oh he is looking for you, won’t shut up about you, yo-‘

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For One Day

“For One Day”

I wish for one day,
I could be someone else.
To say what they say.
To feel what they felt.

I want a new mind,
A new body; a new heart.
I want to be able to find,
What I looked for from the start.

I wish for one time,
I was you instead of me.
To see through your eyes.
To see what you see.

I want new dreams.
New desires; new goals.
New fabric at the seams,
And a way to plug this hole.

I want a new direction.
A new purpose, a new meaning.
If I want perfection,
I’ll audition for screenings.

I want new gloves.
New family, new friends,
Except the ones I love,
Are invited to attend.

I wish for a moment,
I could see inside your head,
And all of its components,
To say the things you said.

Because I feel worn down.
So jaded and so cold.
Its time to pass the crown,
Because I am getting old.

I feel on most days,
Forgotten and removed.
I’m someone you throw away,
Like a pair of worn out shoes.

You don’t understand,
What its like to be me.
So lets not pretend,
I have a healthy body.

You don’t want to know,
The thoughts in my head.
They once brightly glowed,
But now they spell out dread.

So let us start over,
Please God if you may.
Wishing upon clovers,
For brighter, better days.

Four weeks today.

Four weeks ago at this time everything was fine and then 12 hours later nothing was. I never knew that emptiness could weigh so heavy and could fade out everything else. This week was better than the last, but if I learned one thing it’s that recovery isn’t linear. There’ll always be those moments that feel like punches in the face and stomach, like yesterday. Laughing on the phone with my mother, then suddenly „you still think about Chester, right?“ and woosh, everything’s back. The reminders pull the floor from your feet. The love and support on the internet haven’t stopped, the memorials haven’t stopped, only time has. But it mustn’t, letting it stop could be lethal, personally speaking. All I can do is flee into blind actionism. Somehow things have aligned in a way that I was able to tackle some big projects just when I needed distraction the most. The 3rd Dan testing and training my ass off. Buying a car and having to research on everything around that topic. A huge silk scarf commission yesterday. Obsessing about another computer game. Keep yourself busy, don’t find too much time to think. You know that bad neighborhood inside your head and now you’re scared of its power. Take things day to day, hold on to whatever you can find. If there aren’t any people around, hold on to material things.

It’s been raining every Thursday since then. Right now dark clouds are rolling in, it’s gonna rain again. It feels right. We’re all crying, why shouldn’t the sky? I just hope you’re fine. I hope your family, your friends and your band will be fine. And everyone else. But above all, you have to be fine. You deserve it so much, as you deserve so many good things so much. Maybe the world just wasn’t good enough for you. We never deserved you so we should all be thankful that we existed in the same time and space as you. You’re forever and your light will never go out. I love you.

My Teen’s Teacher - pt. 5

Here’s part 5 of “My Teen’s Teacher”. I do not own Thorin. He belongs to Tolkien.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Warnings: It’s a little shorter than other parts (I’ve been asked to extend this series, so that’s what I’m doing XD.) Fluff and a teeny bit of angst at the end. 

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield(Durin) x fem!reader

Originally posted by riepu10

“Y/N, darling, let me get that,” Thorin said and you rolled your eyes. “Thorin, I’m pregnant, not disabled,” you replied with a laugh. It had taken a few trips, but you finally got all your and Y/S/N’s things moved into the Thorin’s house. It took a little longer than it should have since Thorin insisted that you not lift anything too heavy. You kept trying to tell him that you could handle it, but he disagreed. You wanted to be upset with him, but you couldn’t. It was adorable how he was so worried and you knew part of that was because he had no other children of his own.

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