moth’s note: wanted to write abt my girl <3 my gf kinda inspired this fic
tags: weed 🍃, smoking, shotgunning, wlw, kissing, vampire gfs fluff, modern, reader is almost as bad a stoner as paul, nail painting, the boys themselves lol
word count: 0.9k
A stolen joint from Paul’s stash hangs from your mouth as you look through your bag of nail polish.
“Y/n! Paul will notice one’s missing!” Star laughs as she notices the joint. She joins you on your bed.
The boys were out tonight, Star begged you for a a quiet night in, just the two of you. Of course you had said yes.
“Don’t worry, he’s owes me!” You smile at her. “So what colors do you think you want for your nails babe?”
She purses her lips and hums. “I think just black tonight.”
You grab the first black bottle you find and start shaking it. “Just black? I can do more colors if you want, or designs?” You lean in, hold the joint in your fingers, and start to whisper.
“I stole one of Marko’s micro paintbrushes. I can do swirly designs.” You start to laugh as the weed starts to slowly kick in.
Star smiles and rolls her eyes. “Maybe… some lavender swirly designs please?”
You nod, “I can definitely do that.” You roll over to your side table and grab said stolen micro brush off of your side table and roll back and face Star.
“Okay,” you inhale in and out of the joint, turning your head, to not blow smoke in Star’s direction. “Wait… do you want a hit of this?”
She nods her head. “Just one.”
“Absolutely, wait, wanna try shotgunning it?”
“Yeah, let’s try it.” She says softly.
“Only if you’re comfortable with it,” you run a finger down her shoulder, letting your hand slap down on the bed.
“Yes Y/n, I want to try it with you.”
“Sorry, just making sure you’re all good.” You take another hit and hold it in your mouth.
Star leans in and closes her eyes. Her lips meet yours and you kiss at first. Your tongues dance you slowly breathe the smoke into her mouth.
Star inhales and moans. You pull away and watch Star as she exhales, the smoke coming out of her nose and mouth. She opens her brown eyes.
“Perfect.” She moans.
“Good!” You softly clap your hands and look at your nail polish you set aside. “Shall we get started?”
“Yes please.” Star holds out both her hands and wiggles her fingers at you.
“Tease,” you say nonchalantly, the joint flopping in your mouth. You open the black bottle. You start in Star’s thumb.
She smiles and tilts her head. She loves the look of concentration on your face. Pure concentration.
“Can you take it out of my mouth?” You ask.
Star understands what you mean. She takes the joint out and holds it for you as you exhale and finish with her thumb. “Okay, that guy’s done.”
“Beautiful. I love it.” Star leans in and pecks you on the lips.
“Thank you.” You say. You feel floaty and in a warm daze, eyes slightly heavy.
“I get so sleepy around you, you know?” You start.
“Why’s that?” Star asks, she bring the joint to her lips.
You shake your head. “I don’t know. I read somewhere on my phone it means that you feel really safe around that person. I could be wrong though.”
She smiles and hands you the joint. “You feel safe around me?”
“I do, yeah.” You say looking at her. “You and the boys but mostly you.” You blow out before you start to blow on Star’s nails trying to make the Fast Dry paint dry faster.
“That’s good because, I feel safe around you too.” she runs her now free hand over your cheek. You turn and inhale the vanilla perfume on her wrist and kiss her there.
“Good.”
You finally finish her nails and the joint being shared between you. You’re both now lying in your shared bed. Star holds her hand out and admires her nails. “They’re like yours but mine are more whimsy.” She comments.
You hold your hand out by hers. Looking at your all black nails. “Yeah you’re right. Hands are so weird.”
Star curls into your chest, a silent laugh leaving her.
“What? It wasn’t that funny.”
Star covers her mouth still laughing. “Yes it was!”
“Okay,” you say laughing with her.
You loved this. The cave was so calm and and you felt right at home. Until-
“What are you two doing?” David.
“Did you steal from my stash, Y/n? Really I thought we were cool!” Paul.
“Don’t you owe her one, idiot?” Dwayne.
“Is that my brush?!” Marko.
You look at Star and you both groan. You grab a pillow and gently throw it at Dwayne. He gives no reaction. “Go awayyyyy!” You cry.
“Yeah leave us alone!” Star adds.
David rolls his eyes throws his hands up and walks off. “Fine. Guess we’re going back out boys!”
“Sounds good to me,” says Dwayne. He winks as he leaves you two alone.
“I did owe you a joint Y/n, I remember now.” he puts his hands together in a prayer stance and mouths ‘forgive meeee’.
“You close your eyes and nod. “You are forgiven my dear Paul.”
He snaps his fingers and smiles and runs out of the cave.
“Oh and here’s your brush Marko! I washed it so it’s a clean and ready to use!” You hold the out to him.
Makko nods and takes it. He puts it in his back pocket and goes to join his brothers. “Be good you two.”
“Always,” you say. Star waves bye to them as their motorcycles started revving.
“They are so dramatic, i swear!” You comment.
“They really are.” Star leans lean and kisses you. You rest your hand on the side of her face.
“Love you.” you mumble into her lips.
“I love you.”
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Lively dinners every night. You often sing together while cleaning the kitchen after your meals.
“I know you can do it, but let me.”
Refers to you as his wife before even getting married.
He braids your hair every night before bed. The way he braids your hair into a bun makes your hair extra curly the next day
“No knives at the table Fi.” He’ll leave and come back five minutes later. You hear clanking as he removes all his knives.
Fili wants to explore all of the Shire with you. He wants to see your favorite spots. You often take weekly trips to visit loved ones and spend time with them.
Your whole family LOVES Fili. In return Fili loves your family. They’re very accepting of him, and, they always ask when he’s going to marry you.
Many of the Hobbit women also love Fili. They think his mustache braids are quite charming. (which they are) He is often flirted with.
“Sorry my lady, I’m afraid my wife is waiting for me at home.”
Loves helping you in the garden. He finds he has a rather good green thumb.
LOVES The Green Dragon!
Teaches you how to use a sword. is impressed with your skills.
Fili flirts with you every day as if it’s the first time he’s met you. He always tries to get a smile on your face.
You two visit with Bilbo almost every morning. Though Bilbo may act a little annoyed, he loves it. #heshipsit
Knows what personal space is but always seems to be by your side. He just loves being around you.
“Fi? Can you read to me tonight?” “Of course, Amrâlimê.”
Loves a good pipe weed session every once in a while.
Braiding his mustache and hair every day. He teaches you new methods of braiding.
The perfect mix of introvert and extrovert for you.
Going to every birthday, or celebration in the Shire you’re invited too, with a cake you both made yourself.
Once you were cutting vegetables and you accidentally sliced your finger. Fili was all over you for the rest of the day.
You’ve often ask him if he’ll ever not wear shoes outside of your home. He always says no.
Loves telling you dwarven stories and legends. You love hearing about his culture and his childhood.
Monthly visits from Kili and Tauriel! They stay in your guest bedroom. Fili invested in a large mattress to accommodate all guests you two may have.
Thorin also visits as well but not as much. Always showing up at night.
Fili plans take you to Erebor. He knows it’s a long journey and wants to make sure everything is prefect when you’re finally there.
You two often discuss whether to get married in Erebor, or Hobbiton. You both settle on having two weddings.
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prompt: “You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.”
moth’s note: this man will always be the blueprint 🤎 not gonna lie this made me tear up a bit when i first wrote this 🥹
tags: angst to fluff, orcs, mentions of torture, violence (“off-screen) hair cutting, captivity, rescue fic, healing, aragorn being the best, traumatized reader, not proofread
word count: 1.2k
The chain around your ankle was a cruel reminder of your true fate.
The orcs had laughed at your pain. When they captured you, when they cut you open, when they cut your hair. The small gash on your head still stung, the feeling of dried blood crackling on the side of your head. They had threatened to cut your ear off if you didn’t stop your weeping.
You missed your family, you missed the sun, but most of all you missed your heart, Aragorn.
A part of you wished he would never have to see you like this, weak and abused. You wondered if he would flinch away upon seeing you.
One part of your heart wanted you to die quickly, to be put of this misery. The other, still held onto hope, to love. Aragorn would find you, of course he would.
Did he even know you were captured? How would he enter Mordor? Is the Fellowship still alive?
These questions ran through your head every day. You didn’t know how long you’d been here. There was no sun in Mordor. Time bled together. You could’ve been here for months, maybe even a year now.
A slam against your cell’s bars scared you out of your daze. There were raised voices. They didn’t sound like orcs, neither uruk-hai. You looked and saw a dead orc, he was shot with an arrow. The arrow looked familiar though you couldn’t put your finger on it.
“Is she here laddie?” You knew that voice… Gimli.
Your heart started to pound. Maybe this was it, you were dying, maybe your mind was playing tricks on you, giving you one last vision before you finally passed.
“She has to be. I won’t stop looking until shes in my arms again.”
Aragorn?
Tears filled your eyes. No, no, no, he can’t be here. Not this again.
You placed your hand sober your ears and closed your eyes. Curling up, you prayed to the Valar- just stop this torment!
Rough gloved hands grasped your arms.
“No! Do not touch me!” You screamed. Eyes still closed you began to fight back as best you could.
“Y/n… My heart, open your eyes.” A soothing voice. It was him.
You shook your head fervently. “No, you’re not real! You’re not here! I’m dead, I’m dead!” Your throat was sore and dry. The orcs weren’t exactly known for their hospitality, how you were parched.
The hands left your arms and a thumb brushed against the side of your forehead. A soothing action only Aragorn would do.
Your heart seemed to stop. You open your eyes.
Before knelt Aragorn. He looked exhausted, he was covered in orc blood, but he was here.
“Aragorn?” You ask, voice still cracking.
“I’m here my heart. You’re safe now.”
“Are you real?” you ask, tears falling down your face.
“I am real. I am here to take you away from here. No more of this place.”
You reaches out and places your hand on his chest. You felt his heart beat. He was real…
You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore and you collapsed into his arms. You grabbed onto his coat as tight as you could. You sobbed in his arms as gently shushes you.
“You’re safe, no more. We are going home.”
Home.
“Aragorn, I found the key!” Legolas was also here?
Nimble hands fiddled with the chain around your ankle. It finally unlocked.
Your ankle was raw and bloodied. You gasped at the sight.
“Don’t look,” Aragorn demands softly. “I’m going to help you stand.”
You nod, still holding onto him you try to stand. A shooting pain ran up through your leg, you cry out and fall, but Aragorn was quick to catch you.
He gentle whisks you in his arms and holds you close to him, his arms under your legs, carrying you as if you were a bride.
“You curled into him, you felt exhausted. You let your eyes close as you hear Aragorn begging you to stay awake.
(time skip brought to you by tom bombadil.)
The first thing you notice was the the sun. It bled through your eyelids, it warmed you. You were lying in something in something soft. A stark contrast to what you had been used to.
A hand was in yours. You open your eyes, the light stung. You hissed and closed your eyes again, not used to the light.
“Y/n… you’re awake!”
You turned your head towards the voice. you slowly opened your eyes. You see Aragorn sitting in a chair beside you, a book in his lap. You gasped.
“Where am I?” you ask.
“You are in Gondor my Lady.”
“Gandalf?” You ask as he enters your view. He looked different from when you had seen him last. He bore striking white hair and white robes now.
“Yes my dear. You are safe. Aragorn here never left your side once. in fact he’s the one who healed you.” He adds.
You look to Aragorn. “Is this true?”
Aragorn nods humbly.
Your lips wobbled as you reached for him, he gently grabs your hand and kisses it.
“I’ll leave you two be. We’re happy you’re back Y/n. We have all missed you.” Gandalf places a hand in your shoulder and exits the room.
Aragorn touches your cheek gently. He looks deep into your eyes, sadness was etched in his.
You avoided his gaze. You looked at your arms. They weren’t covered in dirt or grime. You wounds were bandaged. You ached, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle.
You sniff. “I must look frightening.”
“No. No, you are as beautiful as the day I lost you, Y/n. I made a vow to you to protect you and I failed. I would ask your forgiveness.”
You hold his hand and squeezed it. “You didn’t fail me, you found me. Although I must admit, the thought of dying there…” You shake your head.
“You aren’t there anymore, you’re safe.”
All of a sudden, questions ran through your head. “What about the Ring? Where’s the fellowship? Is Frodo still ali-“
“Sshhh, the Ring is destroyed Y/n. Yes Frodo is alive. He didn’t want to go back to the Shire before he said goodbye to you.”
“He’s so kind. I must thank him.”
Aragorn nods, a small smile on his lips.
“Aragorn? How long was I was in Mordor?”
“Three months.”
You chest heaves. Everything runs through your head again, the pain, the orcs-
“Oh stars.” You cup your hand over your mouth, trying not to cry out.
“Y/n, do not let yourself be toubled. they won’t hurt you anymore. The Ring is destroyed, Mordor is destroyed. The orcs are gone.” Aragorn tries to comfort you.
“It felt so much longer than that. I was all alone. I was so scared!”
“I know. I’m sorry I couldn’t find you sooner. If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I will graciously accept any forgiveness you can give me.”
“Aragorn there is nothing to apologize for. I love you. You found me.” You repeat.
Aragorn nods and kisses your hand again, and holds it to his lips. Tears stream gently down his face. You run one away.
“I’m just so happy you’re alive.” He gets out of his chair and goes to hug you. You meet him half way.
He holds you tight against him. He buries his face into your neck, inhaling your familiar, calming scent.
“You’re never leaving my side again. No harm will ever come to again, this I promise you, my heart.”
You melt in his arms, letting his words warm you. “Thank you.”
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moth’s note: first time posting smut! ahhhh. you guys get two fics today wahoo
tags: smut, established relationship, previous fighting, healthy ish communication, oral sex (r receiving) juice is a munch, make up sex, garage sex, table sex, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up plz), creampie, the kutte stays on, nicknames used: angel, mama, babe
word count: 1.5k
You sigh as you throw your feet up on the table. You flip through the pile of papers, clicking your blue pen. You throw you head back and groan, rubbing your eyes.
Gemma had given you some paperwork to help her with. It was already 10:30 at night. But you didn’t exactly want to go home.
You and Juice fought this morning.
He had gotten home late from a supposed gun run. He didn’t answer any phone calls or texts from you which made you worried sick for him. He always answered you.
You set the stack of papers down on the table and pick up the first one and begin filling it out.
About an hour passes, you’re so engrossed in your paperwork you don’t hear Juice’s bike pull up to the shop.
You do notice the garage door being lifted up.
You flinch at the sudden loudness. You turn behind you and see Juice standing there. He enters your garage and lets the door slam down behind him.
“Hey,” you say.
“Hey.” He replies.
You put your pen down on the table and lean back in your chair. “Why are you here?”
“You hadn’t come home yet. Also didn’t want you to be alone.”
“I know. Gemma gave me this paperwork to fill out. I just wanna get it done tonight so I don’t have to do any tomorrow, as it’s my day off.”
“I can help if you want. Or you can come home and work on it there. Just want you to come home, mostly.” Juice grumbles.
“I don’t want to be around you right now okay? I’m sorry i just…” You start to tear up. “I hate when we fight. And I’m sorry I just left, but when you yelled at me…”
Juice shakes his head and crouches down beside you. “No I’m sorry baby. That was wrong of me. I should never have done that. I’m so sorry.”
You nod. You wipe your eyes and sniff. “Thank you. It just scared me.”
“I understand. I can go if you want…” Juice offers.
“No,” you shake your head. “Can you please stay? Don’t want to be alone now.”
Juice pulls up a stool and sits by you. He holds your hand in his. He kisses it, not mind the grease or blue ink that covered it.
“I love you.” Juice says softly.
“I love you. I don’t ever want to go the bed , or come to work, feeling like that ever again.”
“I know. I agree. You should never have to go through that alone. It killed me not to have our morning together. I hate seeing you sad like that.”
“I hated this morning too. There was so much I wanted to say but I just couldn’t.” You sniff. The tears slow down now.
“I want to be able to talk Y/n.”
You nod in agreement. “Me too. I don’t expect you to tell me everything but, I feel like I don’t ask much.”
“You don’t. I was just being a douche!” Juice says shaking his head. “You had every right to feel that way baby.” He kisses your hand again. “I promise I won’t ignore you ever again.”
You smile softly at him. “You promise?” You raise your brows.
“That’s right. I promise.”
“C’mere.” You pull him up into your chair. He straddles you as you two begin to make out.
His tongue fights with yours. Juice laughs. “Usually it’s the other way around.”
“Well, you need to make it up to me.” You sass back.
“Oh is that so?” Juice asks in between kisses. “What do you need? Huh?”
You grab at his kutte and pull him even closer. “You baby, I need you.”
“You have me, Y/n. I’m all yours angel.”
Juice gets off the chair and swipes his arm on the table, knocking your tools and paperwork off. A surge of warmth goes to your core.
“Juice!”
“I’ll help you with it later. Lay down on that table.”
You feel yourself grow more wet as you unbutton your jumpsuit. You pull it over your boots, and throw it aside, now clad in your white sports bra, and your (juice’s) black boxers.
You hop up onto the table and spread your legs.
Juice reaches into your boxers and feels your core. “Fuck you’re so wet already.” He smiles and kisses you. “That for me angel?”
You nod and whine in his mouth. “All for you Juice. Fuck, I want your fingers. Please!” You roll your hips.
Juice shushes you gently and he finds your clit. He takes his free hand and slide it down your legs, he throws them by your jumpsuit.
He gets down on his knees and his mouth immediately finds your wet pussy. You both moan. Juice lets his eyes roll back into his head. Your taste was electrifying to him. He immediately felt himself get hard upon tasting you.
“Oh fuck Juice! Yes!” You cry out and grab his head. He’s recently shaved his hair. He wraps his hands around your legs and spreads them further apart. He begins tongue fucking you.
You cry out and sing praises at Juice. “Fuck me with your fingers Juice! Please!”
Juice immediately obeys. He latched onto your clit, sucking. His fingers gather wetness between your folds and he slides two fingers in.
“Fuck baby. You took me right in!” Juice moans. He begins to fuck you with his fingers. You moan as you feel him twist his fingers, curling up and finding that spot.
Right there, right there! Yes!” You moan out. “You’re doing so good Juice. Fuck eating that pussy.”
Juice looks up at you. He whines into your clit. “Come f’me.” He begs.
His fingers begin to piston in and out of you. You were whining and moving your hips as Juice brought you closer to the edge.
You orgasm hits you hard. You cover your mouth and you feels yourself begin to shake. A white bliss falling over you.
Juice licks up your sweet cum and kisses your clit. He hums as he watches you come down from you high.
“How was that angel?” Juice asks wiping his mouth.
“S’o good juice, so good. Did so good.” You repeated yourself again.
Juice leans over and kisses you on the lips. You taste yourself in him. You moan into his mouth.
“Have I made it up to you yet?” He asks.
You smirk and shake your head no. “Still need your cock, Juice.” You reach for him and brush your fingers up and down his hard length.
“Shit baby. I’ll give you this cock. Hang on,” He unbuckles his belt quickly and slides his boxers down just enough to pull is cock out.
You moan and grab around his length, immediately stroking him up and down.
“Yeah babe, just like that. Fffuck!” Juice drops his head back.
You line yourself up to him and tease your folds with the head of his cock.
“Yes baby, get me all wet for you. That’s right.” he looks down at your busy hand and licks his lips. “You tease.”
You smile at him. You lean up and kiss him as he slides his cock in. Your pussy immediately takes to the stretch. Juice had trained you well.
“Oh fuck, Juice! Yes!” You lean back down on the table. You feel himself deep inside you.
“Like that, angel? Like when my big cock’s inside you?”
You nod your head, getting drunk off Juice’s cock already. “Love it…”
Juice grabs your hips and thrusts into hard. You wrap your legs around his waist.
Skin slaps against skin, filthy noises echo in the garage. Luckily you two were the only ones there now.
Juice reaches up towards your chest and slides your sports bra off you. He grabs a nipple with his louth ans sucks in it, twirling it in his mouth. He loves the taste of sweat on you.
“Oh baby yes!” You moan out. “Take all of me please! Doing so good!”
Juice watches you writhe underneath him eyes closed in pure ecstasy.
“You feel good mama?” Juice asks.
You nod and smile at him. “So good.”
“Gonna come in that pussy.” He spits on two of his fingers and starts rubbing your clit.
You cry out. “Want your come!”
Juice thrusts faster and harder. You cry out on every thrust, you sounded pathetic. But Juice loved every sound you made.
Another knot was forming in your stomach. His cock was hitting all the right places.
“Oh fuck I’m gonna come, Juice,” you say just over a whisper.
Juice slaps the side of your thigh. “Do it angel.”
Your legs shake and you scream out Juice’s name.
Juice grits his teeth as his orgasm hits him and he holds your hips up. He thrusts in one last time and comes in you. You feel his warm cum paint your insides.
You smile at him, still in your post orgasm bliss.
Juice pulls you close to him, He lifts you up and sits down in the chair, still inside you. He feels his cock still pumping and twitching.
“How was that mama? Feeling better?”
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moth’s note: bodhi is genuinely one of my most favorite characters of all time
tags: nightmares, light angst, bodhi being a sweetie <3, implied force sensitive!reader
word count: 0.7k
Yavin 4 was never silent. It’s time like these you wish it would be. Between squads running, ships launching and landing, droids, people, it couldn’t be quiet you guessed.
You walk through the base, you wrap your robe around you and rub your shoulders.
You try to shake your nightmare off. You couldn’t. The image of your friend Jyn being killed replayed in your head. You shake these images away. Maybe some warm blue milk will help you get back to sleep.
You make your way into the cafeteria, there were a few stragglers there. You payed no mind to them. Though a familiar figure caught your eye.
Bodhi Rook.
He was hunched over, holding what would you know? Blue milk. His long dark locks were not tied back in a bun, he didn’t have his goggles. He looked…comfortable.
The blue milk immediately left your mind. You walked over to him and gently place a hand on his shoulder.
He jumped but ever so slightly. “Oh, hello Y/n. Why are you still up?” Concern was heavy in his voice.
You sigh and sit by him at the table. You scratch at the table. “I get dreams.”
“Nightmares?” Bodhi asks.
“Yeah. If they can even be called that. I feel like it’s worse than just nightmares.” You shake your head. “It almost feels like… something or someone is calling to me, and i can’t help them.”
“Y/n I’m so sorry. That sounds terrible. Not being able to let your mind rest, I understand that.” Bodhi reaches over and places his hand on top yours. he rubs his hand across your knuckles softly. his hands were rough, but his touch was the opposite.
“Thanks Bodhi. It’s hard not being able to trust your own mind.” You say looking down. “I feel like there’s something fundamentally wrong with me.”
“Nothing is wrong with you Y/n. I’ve only known you a few short weeks and you’ve been the kindest one to me here. You don’t turn away from me, you don’t look at me as if i’m still apart of the empire.”
“Never Bodhi, you defected. You left, that part of your life is done. You have so much you can do now. You freed yourself.”
Bodhi huffs and smiles. “I wouldn’t go that far.” He looks at your joined hands. His heart warms at the sight.
“I would,” you say in response. You knew bringing Bodhi to Yavin could be a danger. You worried about how other rebels might see him. But Bodhi was smarter, he knew how to handle himself. Plus having K2 also helps.
“Do you want some milk?” He asks. “Sometimes it helps me sleep, especially when it’s warm.”
You nod, “I would love some Bodhi thank you. That’s actually why I came down here.”
“Warm blue milk helps you sleep too?” Bodhi asks, a smile on his face.
“Yeah, it does. It’s also kind of a guilty pleasure for me.” You admit shaking your head.
Bodhi just nods and goes off to get the milk. You watch his figure as he moves. You could tell he was still learning his way around.
He comes back with two mugs. “Here you are,” he hands you the mug.
You thank him. The mug immediately warms your palms. You take a sip and let the warmth engulf you. You hummed in response.
“That good huh?”
A smile grows on your face, “Yeah, it’ll do. Thank you again.”
Bodhi raises a hand. “It’s all right. No need to thank me Y/n.”
You look down at your mug and smiled. You were glad you came down here when you did.
“So you you get them too? Nightmares I mean…”
“Yes, I do. Mostly about the life I did have, but they’re less and less now. Ever since meeting you-I mean, just coming here has helped. I know I’m safe here. For now at least.”
“For now?” You asked.
“For now. Everything still seems so…unknown.”
“Is there anything that you know for sure?” You asked curiously.
“Yes, there is someone.” Body replies. He rubs his hand on his neck. “But that’s for another time.”
You didn’t dare push back. Bodhi oils tell you something when he was ready, you never pushed him.
“I’m glad I came down here when I did.” You admit to him.
“I am too.”
“We should do more of thee then. We can call them our… milk dates…” You trail off. Milk date?? What?
Bodhi let’s out a laugh. “That sounds brilliant! Can this be our official first milk date?”
Y/n nods. “Only if it’s with you Bodhi. Only you…”
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He is a wonderful listener. Frodo will listen to you talk about everything and nothing, your voice soothes him. He adores seeing your eyes light up when speaking about something near and dear to you.
I think Frodo is an empath, and I realize that gets thrown around a lot but it’s true for him. He is very in tune with his emotions and your own. He is not afraid to share or show emotions with you.
Being the bearer of the One Ring has left many scars on him. You kiss his shoulder, you hold him after nightmares, sing him lullabies to help him sleep. On nights where sleep is impossible, you’ll stay up together, reading, talking, or just being in each others company.
He truly loves spending every moment with you. Whether that be eating, reading, dancing-he wants to do it all… with you.
Many late nights you stay up with him, listening to his journey. You comfort him when he speaks of Boromir.
Day trips to Bree!
Frodo often wakes you up with a full breakfast in bed right when you wake up. You then spend second breakfast together by the fireplace, laughing and eating, enjoying each other’s company.
He would’ve loved to take you to Rivendell. He wants to see the awe in your eyes.
Calm afternoons in the shire, him lying on your chest, you running your hand through his curly locks. Frodo swears he could fall asleep just like this.
Nose boops and kisses galore!
He teaches you how to cook (better), you teach him how to knit. He’s quite good at it!
You often make him flower crowns to which he gladly wears. He’s collected them all, has them pressed into a book so he always has your creations.
He found a secret spot in the Shire, right under a willow tree, it’s almost sacred to him. He’s only taken you to it.
He loves loves LOVES cuddles. Hold him please.
Frodo is an intuitive and gentle lover who holds your heart close to his, never dreaming of breaking it.
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tags: flashbacks (italics), harassment, violence against reader, modern, canon typical violence, language, reader works at a romance book shop (i love her) i made eric a sort of night time vigilante in this sorry lol, implied!goth!reader
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You check your watch. 8:03 pm. You wrap your black duster around yourself and sigh. Eric was never late.
You had made a deal with Eric a year ago now: you would let him walk you home from work every night night you worked.
You lock the door to the bookstore you worked at-Bound. It was a romance book store. You and another woman worked there. Amanda worked fhe mornings, you worked the evenings. Her mother was the manager. She was kind enough.
Amanda and you had a diverse clientele; young women trying out a new genre of fiction, 30 year old’s going through a dry spell, and, of course the bodice ripping-loving Karen. Though you meet new people every day, one of the many perks of this job.
“I see you’re liking this series?” You ask the woman in front of you.
“Yes! I highly recommend it! Have you read it yet?” She says with a smile on her face.
“Not yet, but we do sell a lot of them.” You begin to calculate her total.
“Oh my god. It’s so gay, but the relationship feels so real. And it being written by a queer woman helps it feels more genuine.”
You match her smile, “I’ll add it to my list! Your total is $30.34 today…”
You sigh as it began to rain. You pull your phone out and go to your messages. You click on Eric 🖤🐦⬛ and text him.
You: Everything okay? Just let me know, home still isn’t far, I’ll be fine walking :)
You wait for another five minutes. You check your phone, Eric hasn’t read your message yet. He must be really busy.
Being your city’s vigilante does that.
You pulled your hoodie tighter around you and pull your hood up. You begin your walk home. It was only a 20 minute walk. You knew what areas to avoid.
But tonight was Devil’s Night.
You walked with your home keys splayed out in-between your fingers. You always felt like Wolverine when you did this.
You could smell fires, hear cheering. Your legs carried you faster. You pass the park and see two men lying in the opposite benches. One with a black hat and tattooed, the other pretty scrawny and tall.
You go to walk in the street to avoid them.
“Hey cutie! It ain’t safe walkin’ in the street like that!”
“Yeah we’ll walk you home, wait up!”
You ignore them and fist your keys tighter. God just let me get home, you think.
You feel a tug and are pulled backwards. One of them had grabbed at your bag. They had yanked it off you.
You turned and slapped who had taken your bag. “Give me my bag back now!”
“Oh you stupid bitch!” The one with the hat quickly grabbed you arm and twisted it behind you. You cried out and stomped your feet.
“Stop! Stop stop! Please agh!” You beg.
“We would’ve just let you go, but now… I’m not so sure.” the scrawny one says. His smile grew. He looked malicious.
“Just take my money please! Don’t-“
You’re interrupted by a lightning crash and the sound of a crow. You recognized it. It often was on the roof of your bookstore, many customers had commented on it.
“Stupid fucking bird.” the tattooed one spat.
You gasp at the pain shooting through you, you felt like you were going to pass out when you hear a voice.
“Let go of her now.” It voice was low.
“Or what freak?”
“Or I’ll break the both of you.”
The two laugh. You’re silent. You’ve heard of this man. They called him The Crow. You didn’t know if he would escalate the situation. Maybe he was worse than these men.
“Please just let me go…” you feel your heart pounding in pure fear. Adrenaline suddenly rushed through you. You step on the man’s leg beneath you. your low platforms giving you an extra hard hit.
The man cries out and releases you. “You fuckin’ cunt!”
The Crow begins to stalk towards the three of you.
The adrenaline leaves you and you suddenly pass out on the sidewalk.
-
“Hey wake up for me. Come on…” The voice sounds familiar. You hear the caw of a crow as you open your eyes.
The Crow had leaned you up against a building and looked over your arm. It was fine. The shock is what took you out.
“Oh god! Don’t hurt me please! Just take my purse don’t hurt me please!” You close your eyes
“I am not going to hurt you. I have your things right here. You’re safe. You need to breathe.”
You calm down your breathing and open your eyes. The man in front of you looked frightening yes, but his eyes…they were dark but soft, truthful, and honestly beautiful. He was beautiful.
You check your belongings, everything was there. “Thank you,” your voice was still shaky.
He helps you stand and helps you stretch out your arm. He made sure you were steady on your feet.
You nod your thanks and turn away when you hear, “Let me walk you home.”
The rest is a blur now. He- Eric he said his name was, walked you home. He disappeared as soon as you were in your home safe. You had wanted to thank him.
The next night you were shaky. You were afraid to walk home.
But then you saw him.
“I never got to truly thank you about last night.”
He shakes his head. “No need for that.”
“But surely there something-“
“Y/n,” he grasps his hands in your own. “How about you let me walk you home from now on? I promise i’ll be here, every night.”
Every night? You sigh and begin to walk home. You were exhausted and just wanted your bed and to cuddle your cat.
You finally make it home to your shitty apartment.
You throw your keys on your table.
“Petey!” You cry out. You rub the oncoming sleep out of your eyes. You open your forehead and sigh. You don’t even feel like cooking dinner. You’ll just have a bigger breakfast in the morning.
you turn to go into your room when you hear three spaced out knocks on your door. Eric.
You sigh. You walk over to the door. He turns his head and looks at you. “Please, forgive me.”
“Where were you? You didn’t even answer my text. I was worried.”
“I’m sorry Y/n. You know how Devil’s Night is…”
You nod. “You’re right, but that’s one of the reasons I was worried.”
You place a hand on Eric’s cheek. He leans into it, closing his eyes.
“Can you at least just answer your phone? That’s the whole reason we bought it.” You joke.
Eric nods his head. Yeah, I’ll do better at checking it. Still getting used to it and-“
“Can you stay the night?” You ask.
Eric immediately stops his rambling. He nods.
You pull him in and place your lips on his. He sighs into the kiss.
“You’re all mine tonight, yeah?” You ask.
“Yes ma’am.” Eric says, a smirk growing in his face.
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