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Dwalin didn’t wait a second longer and lended in to kiss him. Of course the minute their lips meet Dwalin melt on the spot
Thorin melted into the other man’s kiss. He returned it with just as much passion, as he wrapped his arms around the other man, and held him close.
" your lips tastes as good as I thought they would." Dwalin said licking his bottom lips
Forbidden Love Sentence Starters
as requested by anon. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !
“We can’t be together…”
“What would everyone say if they saw us together right now?”
“I have to go home, or my parents will ask questions…”
“I wish this wasn’t so hard.”
“Don’t freak out, but…I’m engaged to someone. But you’re the one I love!”
“Let’s go out in disguises.”
“I’m sick of having to throw rocks at your window every night.”
“I love you…but I can’t be seen with you.”
“No matter how hard we try, this will never work out for us!”
“Did you hear the rumors?”
“I know you want us to go out and hold hands, and kiss in front of everybody, but it’s more complicated than that.”
“Are you ashamed of me?”
“I don’t want you to get hurt more because of me. Let’s break up.”
“Run away with me.”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this…I really, really shouldn’t be, but…I’m in love with you.”
“His/her/their hands were all over you! I can’t keep hiding like this!”
“No one understands us.”
“I might have told someone about us.”
“It’s a human thing…wanting what you can’t have.”
“I think the only reason you like me is because you’re not supposed to.”
“I know you’ll get in trouble for it, but…please stay with me tonight.”
“Flirting was bad enough, but now flowers and chocolates are just too far.”
“Someone found out about us.”
“I’ll tell them soon, I promise. But right now, you need to get in the closet.”
“Did I just hear a camera click?”
“Whenever you’re with him/her/them, I go crazy.”
“I’m supposed to get married tomorrow…”
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My Favorite RichLee Gifs
credit for LA Prem gifs to @crazyformf and @heiso2 for wrap cast gif.
omg that cafeteria one, they’re even leaning into each other???
The times when Richard made Lee laugh like he’s the funniest lil shit on Earth. ;)
Ahshsjkanlkadhalj this is too fucking adorable.
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60 Seconds - Take 2
if only ;)
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The last week had been absolute torture. After your admissions on the phone to Richard about not being happy in your current relationship, the whole atmosphere with him had changed drastically. He had admitted being in love with you, and now you had to wait for him to come home. Richard was currently in the States filming, and was only a week away from finishing up his current project.
Your phone rang. It was Richard. “Hey, you,” you said, grinning from ear to ear like the Cheshire Cat.
“I can’t stand this anymore,” he said, his voice low and full of frustration, but with a slight hint of lust, which caused a shudder of anticipation to rack up your spine. You lay on your bed and closed your eyes, still grinning to yourself.
On the night that you had told Richard that you reciprocated in his feelings towards you, you had called your boyfriend, breaking up with him straight away. And since then he had been trying to contact you to get an answer, but you could not being yourself to give the real reason as to why you had walked away from the relationship.
“Only two more days, Rich,” you told him, biting your lip as you awaited his response.
“Two days of complete damn torture,” he replied. “Hearing your voice is unbearable. It was always difficult for me, but now that we’re together, I just need to be with you. To kiss you for the first time…”
As he trailed off, you instinctively knew where his thoughts were heading. And you couldn’t deny the fact that your thoughts had delved in that direction many times when concerned with Richard. Heat was stretching down from your stomach, winding its way towards the juncture between your thighs. Richard had always been a gentleman, only ever delving into sexual conversation when you had instigated it; he would never just dive into it himself. And that was one thing about him you adored. He was a gentleman through and through.
You could feel yourself beginning to drift off as the hour struck two am, hours after you first accepting the call. “It’s late for you, angel. I’ll let you go. Get some sleep and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“I love you, Rich. Keep safe.”
“And I love you, angel. I’m waiting for you.”
*********************
It was finally the day that you were to meet Richard and spend time with him; he had now finished his shoot back in America and was heading to England to see you. He had called through a week earlier, booking a hotel for you both in London. The whole day seemed to be seeping past you so slowly, a minute becoming an hour. The train journey was long, hot and frustrating. There was a screaming baby in the seat behind you, meaning that you couldn’t even concentrate on your music. Richard couldn’t text you as he was flying at around 30,000 feet above the Atlantic, coming in on a United Airlines flight. So boredom set in fairly quickly.
By the time you had made it into London, having taken the Underground to the hotel, you were beat. The hot, summer air was humid. You felt sticky and tired as you checked in the hotel.
For a short while you unpacked a few of your belongings for your week stay in London. Your phone remained on the bedside table, waiting for Richard’s call to say he had landed and you could meet him at the Underground train station. The hotel he had booked was very luxurious with a mini bar, ornate decorations on the walls, and large, beautiful lamps on each of the bedside tables. Richard had even mentioned you possibly going back to his New York apartment once you had spent a week in London.
Your phone finally rang an hour later, just as you had finished showering and got re-dressed.
“I’ve just landed, and I’m coming through the airport. I’ll be at the station in about half an hour. I cannot wait to see you, my angel,” he told you.
“I’ll be waiting for you,” you told him. “I love you.”
You dragged your shoes on, grinning to yourself and raced out of the door, almost forgetting your key card in your dash. And the whole time to the station you kept smiling, chuckling to yourself. But at the same time you were nervous, your hands shaking and your heart racing.
You waited at the station patiently, breathing in and out slowly, concentrating on your inhales and exhales, trying to keep calm. People were rushing around in all directions, trailing luggage behind them, the warm air circulating and causing you to sweat again.
Until you finally saw him.
You stood up tall, pressed on your tiptoes so he could see you. And then he noticed you. He grinned, breaking into a laugh. That face always made you weak at the knees.
“Angel,” he cried out, coming towards you.
And in those moments, neither of you cared who was watching. Richard dropped the handle of his suitcase, not bothered in the slightest as it tipped onto the floor. And he rushed at you, his lips seeking yours.
You could feel his hands cupping your face and you heard a groan escape his lips. “You’re finally mine,” he whispered, breaking from the kiss just long enough to look upon you and know that none of this was a dream.
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You and Richard had only been married five months and had begun trying to conceive as soon as you had tied the knot in Wellington, New Zealand, after the premiere of An Unexpected Journey. Your whole relationship with Richard had been a whirlwind, beginning back in 2010 after you had been introduced to him through your best friend who was a publisher. At that time you had been working in a book shop in England, trying to make ends meet whilst living with your parents. Every weekend and you had travelled to London, meeting with Richard in between his shooting time on Spooks and Strike Back. Then he had been offered the part of Thorin in The Hobbit. Initially you stayed in New Zealand for stints, but after a near break up, Richard proposed to you, asking you to stay for the remainder of the shoot.
You walked into the New York apartment, grinning to yourself as you held the positive pregnancy test in your hand and the letter confirming your first ultrasound scan.
“Rich?” you called. “Can you come here, please?” You took off your jacket and stood in the living room, waiting for him.
“Sorry, I was just replying to e-mails and reading that script which came yesterday. Everything alright?” he asked, stepping out of the bedroom.
You couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself as you watched him approach. He raised his eyebrow.
“You alright?” he asked, seeming to be amused by your expression.
“I’ve just come back from the doctors,” you told him. “And I have a present for you.” You watched Richard’s eyes become questioning, but as soon as he took the pregnancy test and letter from your hand, you knew that he realised with no more words spoken what was happening.
He read the letter, grinning as he saw your name, Mrs (Y/N) Armitage in print, and then the date you were scheduled for your scan. “Angel,” he whispered, his blue eyes filling with tears. “I never imagined how I’d ever feel. Is this even real?”
You took Richard’s hands, noticing them beginning to shake. “I can guarantee it’s all happening, Rich. I’m approximately eight weeks, but the scan will be able to tell me for definite and give us a due date.”
“I’m just trying not to break down,” Richard laughed, tears almost falling down his cheeks.
“If you want to cry, then cry,” you replied. “I know how much you’ve wanted this for so long, and I’m glad that I can make you happy like this.”
“And, are you happy?”
“You know I am,” you beamed. “Terrified of it all, but still so happy that our family is growing.”
