gathering firewood

The Time Traveler (Chapter Eight)

July 24, 2017, Monday [#266]

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Title: The Time Traveler (Chapter 08)

Chapter Eight summary: While gathering firewood in the forest, Sean gains more knowledge about insects, and questions about people, than actual kindling for a bonfire.

Story summary: Using a time travel gun prototype, Jake McKenzie travels back to the past. By encouraging friendships between everybody to build up trust and teach each other skills, he hopes to stop a terrible future from happening.

Links to previous SEVEN (07) chapters: [01] [02] [03] [04] [05] [06] [07]

Chapter Eight: Arboreal Treachery

To Sean’s relief, Jake, despite being kicking, stabbing one-man whirlwind only moments ago, seemed to calm down immediately after the deed was done and the gigantic crab was lying on pieces on the floor. Even if they were provided all the superglue in the world, Sean was sure that nothing would put their crustacean Humpty Dumpty together again. And while he had felt some sympathy for it while it had been alive – honestly, with the way Jake had poked it there, and then afterwards twisted that off, one would need to have a heart of stone to not want to spare it the pain Jake had inflicted.

But those thoughts didn’t last very long, because between a powerful, hostile creature and a person that was surprised and defenseless, Sean would choose the latter anytime.

After that, Jake had assigned them different tasks for setting up camp, and of their party, Craig, Zahra, and Michelle would be in charge of guarding the supplies they had brought while keeping a lookout, while Sean, Grace, MC, and Jake would go and gather firewood to make a bonfire.

Sean had offered to pair up with Grace. It was an unusual occurrence, because he couldn’t recall having a significant conversation with her before, but he didn’t know how many more of those unnaturally large crabs were out there, and having heard earlier that day that Grace had a specific fear of crustaceans, he wanted to be there in case something showed up without warning.

Grace was soft-spoken, but definitely not stupid. From the beaming smile she gave Sean when he had made his offer, he had a feeling that she knew exactly why the two of them were gathering firewood together, and that she was grateful.

As he and Grace talked, they trailed behind Jake and MC, who were both speaking to each other in hushed tones.

His perception of others was something he would need to consider, because before tonight, Sean would have assumed that he and Grace would have spent their firewood-gathering time in silence. But after after gathering a few light branches, a stray night insect landed on Grace’s nose and she grinned and said that the last time she had seen one had been when she was young. She launched into a endearing story of pretending to be an explorer in their backyard, holding her kid’s magnifying glass as close as she could to anything that moved; taking note of the movement and habits of the miniature ant, termite, ladybug, and beetle colonies in her backyard.

Sean’s siblings didn’t have nearly as romantic a view of the tiny inhabitants of the wild outdoors. Upon meeting a tiny creature that would have been a respected member of the insect society occupying the Hall backyard, the unfortunate insect who instead found itself in the Gayle household would be greeted with panicked shrieks, and high-pitched calls for its untimely death. As the eldest sibling, Sean had been designated executioner, and he had never felt anything but indifference towards that role until Grace had vividly described to him the fantastical entomological metropolis that inhabited her own backyard.

Suddenly, there was a rush of movement in front of Sean that made him start of half a second, before he registered it as Jake, who was quickly scaling a tree without any trouble, grabbing one branch and then the other, seemingly knowing where to grasp and where to step.

As he and Grace crossed the few feet required to come up to MC at the base of the tree, they both heard her laugh merrily and call out…

“Hey! I can’t climb trees! This is betrayal! Don’t go where I can’t follow!”

Sean wanted to tell Jake that MC was just joking. But Jake already knew that. He wasn’t an idiot.

He wanted to tell MC that she shouldn’t have said that. But MC wasn’t a close friend of his. He hoped that would change in time, but for now, the fact of the matter was that lecturing her, about anything, simply wasn’t his place.

It wasn’t her fault that her playful statement had bought back memories for Jake. Sean didn’t have to ask him for him to know that. He knew that that from the way Jake’s figure had shaken for just a second, the motion almost making him lose footing on a tree he had climbed with careless confidence only moments ago, as if he had climbed many similar trees in the past.

The muffled gasp that Sean could have imagined he heard but knew he didn’t, that should have been drowned out by the sounds of birds and insects and wind in the tress, but Sean heard it with perfect clarity because he was used to covering his sister’s mouths, muffling their gasps in case their father heard and took his anger out on them for the night, with his fist, with his belt.

Most of all, he wanted to tell himself to forget the look that he had seen in Jake’s eyes.

Too many night football drills to make himself the best at what he did, too many nights he looked around the living room, trying to hide everything that was in easy reach that could hurt – he was used to seeing in the dark.

Jake used to be in the military, and he had just single-handedly taken out the gigantic crab that had threatened Grace’s life – because Jake was strong, probably the strongest of all of them. And yet he knew that Jake had been hurt, too, somehow, by MC’s comment…

…and Sean wanted to forget that haunted expression that he had seen in his new friend’s eyes; that anguished look that made him wonder just who it was that Jake had left behind.

The look itself had lasted for just a few seconds. For anybody else, it would be easy to forget.

But Sean had a photographic memory.

Sean could never forget.

(End of Chapter Eight.) (Word count: 999 words.)

Chapter Eight notes: This chapter takes place during Book One, Chapters Eight and Nine. I think it would be in keeping with Sean’s character to want to look out for Grace so soon after the crustacean debacle. As for the MC, there are significant reasons for why the particular words she said would have an effect on a time traveler like Jake. While Sean and the others don’t know those reasons, they do see their effects in Jake’s demeanor. I also used the knowledge of Sean’s photographic memory that we got in Book Two.

Prompt: The main prompt for this chapter was this week’s #ChoicesCreates (Round Nineteen) image prompt (@pb-boeboe ‘s photo of a cloudy day at the beach), which was posted by @hollyashton and hosted by @pb-boeboe 😃 “Don’t go where I can’t follow,” is one of the first things I think of when I see the clouds being left behind in the beach photo 😢

(Waiting for H.W.U. to come back, forever and always; 24/07/17.)

Imagine: Balin Giving you Love Advice

Originally posted by daryl-dixcn

   An exasperated sigh left your lips as your vision was blocked once more by your hair falling in front of your face.  The Company had set up camp, and you were tasked with gathering firewood.  Every time you knelt down to gather a fallen branch on the forest floor, your hair would fall in front of your eyes.  It was really getting on your nerves.

   You had tried just about everything: brushing it back with your fingers, combing it into a ponytail, and even attempting to braid it.  But unfortunately, you did not have anything to keep it in place.  Your hair clips had gotten lost on the journey.

    “Allow me to help you with that.”  You recognized the kind voice of Balin as he walked over to stand beside you.  He reached for a strand of hair, but hesitated as he looked to you for permission. “May I?”

   You were grateful that he wanted to help, but also a little confused.  “Yes, thank you very much.  But Balin, isn’t hair-braiding a sign of courtship in your culture?”

   “Not always, child. It can also be done by people close to you.  Like family,” he replied.  He motioned for you to take a seat on the nearby fallen log as he set to work on separating your hair for the braids.  “Seeing that you’re on this journey without your relatives, and that you’ve become like family to us, I thought it would be fitting for me to help.”

   A smile spread across your face as you were touched by his words.  All members of the Company cared about your safety, but Balin had become more of a grandfatherly figure.  He made sure you had enough to eat, had a good enough cloak for the weather, was there to hear you out whenever you needed a chat.  You remembered when you first met him right before you joined the Company.  He made such a fuss over your clothes since he was not familiar with your culture.

   “Goodness, child,” he had said.  “Your shirt doesn’t have sleeves and you’ve got holes in your trousers!”

   “Where I come from, jeans with holes in them are quite fashionable,” you had explained in amusement.

   Since then, he took it upon himself to look after you and help you adjust on the journey.  He also enjoyed telling you stories about the history and culture of his people.  Some of the information he shared was meant to remain secret to outsiders, but he had come to trust you and saw no reason for you to use the information against them.

   “Thank you,” you said quietly, grateful for his friendship.  

   “You’re very welcome.” The smile was evident in his tone. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as he worked.  He was so careful with your hair, not even pulling at the strands once.  You let your eyelids flutter closed as you relaxed a little more.  “Such beautiful hair,” he commented, moving to work on the braids in the front.  “And such a brave and respectable young lady.”

   You kept your eyes closed, but smiled.

   “It’s no wonder a certain member of the Company is so taken with you.”

   Your eyes snapped open at his statement, and you turned your head to look at him in surprise.  Somehow, you you knew exactly who he was talking about.  “What?”

   “Please remain still,” he fussed.  “One of the braids almost came undone.  I would have had to start over.”

   “Oh, sorry,” you mumbled, turning your head back to gaze straight ahead as you did before.  You wondered if it would be wise to inquire further about his comment.  

   “It seems you fancy him as well,” he concluded. Yep, you were both definitely talking about the same member of the Company As if he knew you were about to protest, he spoke.  “I may be old, but I am not oblivious to such things, ________.”

   “I assure you that I have no intention of getting in the way of the quest,” you said.  “He has a duty to the Company and the quest. Besides, I’m not so sure he feels the same about me anyways.”

   “There is a way to find out for sure,” Balin said mysteriously.  He went quiet, hoping that you’d take the bait.


   He smiled mischievously. “Suppose you were to, I don’t know…accidentally get an injury.  A mild injury.  A sore ankle while walking back to camp, maybe.  He won’t be able to mask his concern for you.”

   “Mr. Balin,” you gasped at how sly this plan of his really was.  “Are you suggesting I feign an injury to see him worry about me?”

   “Perhaps.  Perhaps not.”

   “Honestly, I didn’t know you could be so… sneaky.”

   He chuckled, and then he stood back.  “There. I used a few of my spare beads to keep the braids in place.”

   “Thank you again,” you said, standing up and gently brushing your fingertips along the back of your hair. It was one long braid composed of three smaller braids all tied together neatly.  “I have to get back to gathering firewood.”

   “Be careful.  We wouldn’t want you to hurt your ankle, or anything,” he said, winking.  You laughed at his suggestion, shaking your head.  You weren’t going to go through with the plan.  There was no need to make anyone worry unnecessarily.  But it was definitely amusing nonetheless.

(Author’s Note:  The unnamed Company member in this story can be referring to any of them.  And AWMAHGAWSH!  I can just picture Balin as being this overprotective grandfatherly figure, but also kind of a nosy old person that can’t resist meddling with people’s love lives, haha!) Also, gif is not mine.  Credit to original owner!


Trustworthy (pt. 1)

Summary: Being sent to one of your favorite worlds, you are disappointed when it is just as cruel as the world you left. Receiving insults from the company members, you slowly start to close your self off. Can the king fix this?

Pairings: Thorin x Reader

Word Count: 1,945

Warnings: Everyone is a bit OoC; Kind of Cracky; Mentions of Abuse (physical, emotional, and mental) From Parents/Partner

Author’s Note: I will be posting part 2 on Sunday.

Master List - Part 2

Originally posted by d-a-black

Requested by: 

     Anon: Can you do a reader insert of a really tall (human or elf) reader being in the company and being teased or made fun of for it

     @pandepirateprincess: Can i get a Thorin and x reader? Maybe a fluff one about tryin to resist falling for him or him trying win over reader cause she was mentally abused and has trust issues?

“She hit yet another branch. As hopeless as an orc that one is.”

“What are you going on about? Orcs are more useful than her.”

You flinch at yet abother insult. 

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MARK- Law of the Jungle

170518 GOT7 Law of the Jungle.

Mark, working hard away from cameras… Uee’s compliment “Similar to Kim Byeongman”.

GOT7 Mark has ascended as being similar to Kim Byeongman.

On the first episode of ‘Law of the Jungle – Wild New Zealand’ that will be aired on the 19th, GOT7 Mark’s active role in the constructing of a shelter for their first night is to be anticipated.

Mark took the initiate and set an example by gathering and transporting the firewood nearby; he also earned compliments from Chief Byeongman for his thorough preparation in bringing all types of survival tools. Even when standing is hard in the strong winds that were blowing at 130km/h, he worked hard endlessly.

Uee, whom watched Mark silently work hard disregarding the cameras, she praised him and said, “He’s really like Byeongman oppa.” Chief Byeongman said to Mark, “You move so much when the cameras aren’t around. Later on when you watch the show, (compared to the amount of work you do, the airtime would be significantly lesser), and it’ll feel unfair,” smiling to himself while giving affectionate advice to Mark who is similar to him. ‘Law of the Jungle – Wild New Zealand’ in which the activeness of ‘super maknae’ GOT7 Mark, whom made fans proud even all the way in the jungle, will air on the 19th at 10PM.

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Imagine: Fili Getting Concerned over Your Injury

Originally posted by ghisborne

(SEQUEL to Balin Giving You Love Advice, as requested!  In case you haven’t read the original, here it is! )

   You made your way back to camp, one arm wrapped around a bundle of firewood you gathered while the other hand touched your braid.  A smile grew on your face as you recalled the bonding time with Balin.  He had become like a grandfather figure to you and just made it official by braiding your hair.  You were basically family now.  Not to mention the elderly dwarf had sealed the deal by imparting some love advice to you.  It was a sneaky plan, really.  He suggested that you fake an injury, a twist of the ankle maybe, in order to get your crush’s attention.  Of course, you didn’t take the advice.  The Company had plenty of things to deal with.  That last thing you wanted was to make anyone worry over a fake injury. Balin’s suggestion had been hilarious, nonetheless.  To think that he could be so mischievous…  It made you smile and even laugh aloud a few times on the way back with the firewood.  You almost hadn’t noticed one of your comrades approach you several minutes later.  

    “Hey, _______,” Kili greeted you with a big grin. “How is my favorite female Company member doing?”

    “I’m the only female Company member,” you reminded, eyeing him suspiciously.  That grin of his was just too big.  He was up to something.  But then again, the young dwarf prince was always up to something.

    “My point still stands,” he retorted.  The grin faltered, but morphed into more of a smirk.

    “What’s going on?” you asked, suspicion growing into concern.  His smirk vanished, and he looked a little more on the nervous side.

    “Oh, nothing.  Nothing at all.”  He rocked back on his heels for a moment, hands folded behind his back as he glanced around in an attempt at nonchalance.  “Beautiful night.”

    “Yeah, it is,” you glanced up at the night sky, which you could barely see through the canopy of trees in the forest.  Stars shone like distant diamonds through gaps in the branches.  The moon was very bright and cast rays of silver on the scene.  “The sky is so clear.”

    “Mhm.”  He nodded.

    “And the moon is really bright.  I haven’t seen a moon like that in a long time.”


   “Yep.”   You tore your gaze away from the sky and let it rest on him for a moment.  The moon cast dark shadows on his face.  He seemed to be staring at something distractedly over your shoulder.  Before you could turn to look, he spoke up suddenly.

    “Um, what’s that over there?  Is that an owl?” he nearly shouted, pointing to your right.  An alarm went off somewhere in your mind, a warning of sorts.  But you ignored it in the heat of the moment as you turned to see what he was pointing at.  Of course nothing was there.  There were only trees looming before you.  No owl, or whatever.


    Your inquiry was cut off when a sudden shove from your left side caused you to stumble.  Arms flailed in a sad attempt to establish balance, but it was no use.  A tree root caught on your foot, and a sharp pain jabbed in your ankle as you fell to the forest floor.  

    “Ow!” you winced, sitting up slightly on your elbows. Your eyes flashed up to glare at the culprit.  “Why did you do that?”

    A smirk appeared on his face for barely a millisecond, but it vanished just as quickly.  You wondered if you imagined it.

    “________!  Are you alright?”  A familiar voice called from behind.  Footsteps hurried through the grass and fallen leaves until a certain dwarf prince stood in front of you, his concerned blue eyes gazing at you.

    “I’m fine, I just….fell,” you replied, cheeks flushing red from embarrassment.  Of course it had to be Fili to see you like this. The only dwarf in the Company that you would have preferred not to see you falling to the ground clumsily.  Your eyes flickered to Kili briefly in irritation.

    Fili followed your gaze to his brother immediately, and put two and two together. “What did you do?”

    Kili threw his hands up, feigning innocence. “It was an accident!  I barely bumped into her, brother.  I didn’t realize she would fall so easily.”

    “You should be more careful,” Fili huffed to the dark-haired prince before turning to hold out a hand towards you with a charming smile.  “Here.”

    You offered a small grateful smile as you took his hand.  But when the strong dwarf lifted you to your feet effortlessly, the sharp pain returned to your ankle, making you crumble to your knees again.  “Ouch!”

    “What?  What’s wrong?”  Fili questioned, kneeling in front of you.  His eyes searched your face anxiously.   You didn’t mean for him to be upset, but it was kind of sweet for him to be fussing so much.        

    “It’s okay,” you assured him.  “I think I may have twisted my ankle in the fall.”

    His expression turned from anxious to serious, his eyebrows furrowing.  “Kili, go tell Oin.  Now.”

    It was strange to see Kili leaving with a smug look on his face.  What on earth was he smirking about, anyway?  There was absolutely nothing funny about the situation!  Your thoughts were interrupted by Fili sliding an arm behind your back.  

   “Can you wrap your arms around my neck?” he asked.

   You blinked.  “What?”

   “It will take Oin forever to finally understand what Kili is trying to tell him.  We might as well get you to a more comfortable spot back at camp,” he explained. You barely understood what he was saying because the close proximity with someone you fancied was throwing you off a bit.

    “You don’t have to do that,” you protested.

    “I’m not going to let you limp back to camp.” He flashed a charming grin beneath his braided moustache.  “So you might as well allow me the pleasure of helping you.”

     It only took a few seconds of his blue eyes, glinting with amusement, staring into yours for you to give in.  “Okay,” you agreed, giving a small nod.  His grin grew wider as you tentatively wrapped your arms around his neck.  With one arm still around your back, he carefully slid his other arm under your legs and lifted you up with ease.  It was quiet all of a sudden, and the only sounds you could hear were his footsteps in the forest and your own heart beating wildly.  It was unbearable.

    “Thorin’s going to be mad,” you muttered.  “I didn’t get the firewood…”

    “Nevermind him,” Fili chuckled softly.  He looked down at you, and the light-hearted sound faltered as he did a double-take.  “Your hair,” he said, his voice cracking slightly.  “It’s…braided.”    

    “Yeah, I know.  It was really getting on my nerves.  I’m really glad that he braided it for me.  I was having trouble finding a clip to keep it together.”

    “He?”  Now there was no mistaking the downcast expression.

    “Yes,” you nodded.  “Balin.”

    “Balin?” his brows rose incredulously for a moment. Then, he full-on laughed.  “As a gesture of grandfatherly love, I presume.”

    “Well, of course,” you laughed.  “Because I don’t have any family members on this journey to do it for me.”

    “Of course,” he repeated.   The silence in the conversation returned for a minute as Fili stepped over a particularly large fallen tree.  “I must admit, I was disappointed for a moment.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “When I thought someone else had braided your hair.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “That someone was courting you.”

    “Oh,” you blushed at the unexpected confession. “I would have been disappointed too, if it were anyone other than you.”  Your eyes widened at the realization you said that aloud.  Oh no…You probably crossed a line at that one… But to your relief, Fili was grinning.

    He opened his mouth, probably to retort with some witty flirt, but was interrupted when two members of the Company came crashing into the clearing.

    “Here’s Oin,” Kili announced.  He paused when he saw Fili carrying you and you with your arms around his neck.  He smiled slyly.  “It looks like you took things into your own hands, Fee.”

    “Well, it took you long enough to find Oin,” he retorted.

    “You might as well bring her right to camp,” Oin told him.  “I’ll have a look at her ankle then.”  The four of you continued only a few yards before emerging into the clearing where camp was.  You wanted to hide your face from Balin’s smug look as he watched Fili carefully set you down on a bedroll.  Oin knelt to take a look at your ankle.  “It’s not broken,” he announced.  “Just a sprain.  But you might want to stay off it for the rest of the night.  I’ll let Thorin know.”

    “Thank you, Oin.”

    Across the way, Balin was watching the scene with arms folded.  Kili went over to join him, and they shook hands.  Then it clicked.  Balin’s advice.  Kili randomly pushing you over “on accident” so you just happened to sprain your ankle….  

    You glanced at Fili, who watched as Oin wrapped up your injured ankle, and then you stared at Balin and Kili in absolute disbelief.   They waved back with pleasant smiles on their faces.  It looks like you took Balin’s advice, whether you wanted to or not.

anonymous asked:

Harry talk where Anne is in the room with them when they deliver P!

Anne would be her secondary birthing partner.

Even though Harry has taken months off for paternity leave to help look after the missus in her late pregnancy and up until the baby is a few months old, and there is no worry about him being elsewhere in the world and leaving his wife with limited support, they feel more comfortable asking Anne to be there in case things went a bit awry and he couldn’t get to her when she started early labour. And vice-versa, of course. If Anne couldn’t get to her to help through the early stages, or had gotten stuck on the train down from Cheshire, Harry would be there to support her and be the typical birthing partner up until they were joined by his mother in the delivery stage.

They asked her over Sunday dinner one dreary Sunday afternoon in July, when she was heavily pregnant and close to her due date, when their bellies were full of chicken and butterscotch tart that had been on the cravings list for weeks. When the UK had a weeks length of gorgeous weather before it went downhill and became the more common and grey-ish weather, meaning sweaters and blankets were a must in the chilly town of Chapel. When Gemma and Robin had taken it upon themselves to gather firewood from the forest outside, leaving the missus and Harry at the table and a busy-bee Anne trying to wash all the dishes and store any leftovers in the oven for any hunger-fuelled bellies that came about late that night, the both of them settled at the kitchen table as Harry drunk his wine and the missus finished off her mug of tea.



“How would you feel about being in the delivery room with us when we have our baby?”

And it’s met with a clatter of pots and pans and a clash of some wine glasses before she’s frantically popping her head into the doorframe with a stunned look on her face. 

“Repeat that for me?” 

“How would you feel about being in the delivery room with u-”

“How would I,” she gasps, clenching the top of her apron, “how would I feel? I’d feel honoured. Oh, my goodness. You really want me in there with you? You’re sure? Like, one hundred percent sure? Very sure?”

“We’re extremely sure,” the missus smiles, squeezing Harry’s knee softly, “you did give birth to two children, so, to have you there to help us with our first baby would be so wonderful. I’d feel comfortable with you and Harry there,” she admits, glancing at Harry who presses his lips to her forehead, “we did ask my parents last weekend, but, my mum felt like it wasn’t her place to be there. Plus, they’re both really squeamish with blood and gore so, I don’t think my mum would stay conscious,” she giggles, “I’ll be surprised if Harry doesn’t faint.” xx

Creepypasta #1190: Why I Don't Camp

Length: Long

In spite of our differences, and honestly maybe because of them, Sam and I got along well. We got each other to try new things. Things neither of us would ordinarily do.

As a couple we worked well. We complimented each other. He was the strong, confident outdoorsman with a bit of a careless, sometimes self-destructive streak. I balanced him by being quiet and thoughtful. I’m sure people saw me as the petite little brooding girlfriend who’d rather be at home with a book. It never bothered me because that’s exactly what I was.

Sam was an adventurous type. Camping, climbing, off-roading in his 4 wheel drive, kayaking, anything outside really. He was also smart and caring and prone to at least one existential crisis a month. Regardless, this isn’t about Sam’s unhealthy fascination with Camus. It’s about our first and only camping trip together.

Honestly, I didn’t really want to go but I thought it was sweet that he’d invite me knowing I’d be no help to him whatsoever at setting up camp or cooking or any of the things he was so good at.

I kissed the tip of his nose and said I’d love to go and it was worth it just to see the happy look on his face. Almost.

The drive to Fox Creek was beautiful. Rolling, tree covered hills turned to deep, shady gorges and steep, rocky peaks. We turned off the interstate and into the town of Ellison and took surface streets through downtown, meandering along unlined country roads. We went miles past the town until we came to a faded, drooping sign that said Fox Creek SR 451. Sam turned onto the slightly rutted gravel road and we continued.

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send me a ship and i’ll tell you...
  • who believes in love at first sight?
  • who started liking the other first?
  • who is more likely to suggest a romantic, candle-lit dinner?
  • who’s behind the wheel more often during road trips?
  • who sets up the tent and who gathers firewood during a camping trip?
  • who hooks bait during a fishing trip? who catches more fish?
  • who insists on learning how to ballroom dance?
  • who goes all out on the other’s birthday?
  • who sings louder while cooking? while showering?
  • who teases the other for said singing?
  • who insists on checking their zodiac sign compatibility every so often?
  • who drags the other to fortune tellers at fairs?
  • who would carry who over the doorstep of a new home?
Imagine Thorin getting smug when you are embarrassed to clean his wounds

Drabble for: anon

Original request: “Hey! I love your writing so much! I was wondring if you could do one Throinxreader for me? At the end of AUJ, the company leave to gather firewood, food etc. and the reader is left alone with Thorin to treat his wounds and she’s nervous and little embarassed to touch Thorin (not necessarily because she likes him, but because she doesn’t know him that well to be comfortable) and Thorin is being all smug (he knows he’s good looking) and teasing about it. I hope it’s not too descriptive and thanks!”

Pairing: Thorin x Reader

Word count: 769

“Y/N!” Thorin’s raspy voice called out as he lowered himself onto a fallen log. He grimaced and grunted as once of his wounds brushed against his arm, “You can heal, can you not? Please, my wounds need tending to,” he pleaded you. Looking around you, you noticed all the dwarves making their way into the woods behind you. Kili was cheering with Fili as they ran in, brandishing their bows and swords. Dwalin followed shortly behind them, eager to get his meal.

Other dwarves, like Ori, went to collect twigs and branches for a fire. None of the dwarves made a quiet job of it, instead they were rowdy. You silently willed them to be quiet, the orcs could be anywhere. You frantically looked around for Oin, hoping that he could do the job for you - he was a healer himself, after all. Noticing that he had gone, you sighed, defeated, and nodded at the dwarf king. Noticing your apprehension, he smirked and shrugged off his fur coat.

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Fili x Reader: Adjusting to Middle Earth

Originally posted by haimynameismaya

(Author’s Note:  So sorry about how long this took!!!  I really appreciate you for hanging in there and being so patient!!   And this was absolutely the most adorable request, so I had a lot of fun writing it!  I really, really hope you enjoy it! 

Request: Along the normal lines of you ended up in the company. But a story where he (Fili) kinda takes the reader under his wing-shows her how to ride his pony, how to defend herself.. he reads to her since she can’t obviously read anything there… and a fluffy ending–like she cuddles with him under his blanket?

Also, gif is not mine!  Credit to original owner!)

   “You might want to tighten your grip on the reigns,” Fili instructed.  You could just hear the amusement in his tone.  Even after all this time you spent traveling with the Company, he still couldn’t get over the fact that you didn’t know how to ride a pony.  “The pony will go anywhere he pleases unless you guide him.” 

   “Right,” you nodded, trying to hide your smile.  “Got it.” 

   The last few months you’ve been in middle earth have been challenging in many different ways.  You came from a world of technology; cars, electricity, the internet.  And now you were forced to adjust to life on the road with no phone, television, or anything of the sort.  The first few weeks, the Company had decided to let you share a pony with someone since you did not know how to ride.  It just so happened that you and Fili ended up bonding over the course of the journey.  You felt more comfortable asking him questions about middle earth.  Of course you knew the basic plot of the Hobbit, but what they don’t tell you is the small details of everyday life in middle earth.  So, he insisted on using all of the spare time between destinations to teach you how to ride the pony.  

   So here you were, sitting near the front of the saddle while Fili perched right behind you, hands gently moving yours farther down the reigns.  The close contact brought a blush to your cheeks.  This whole thing certainly wasn’t helping your crush on the handsome, blonde prince.  You tried to just bury your feelings and hope that you could make it through this journey without embarrassing yourself in front of the Company.  But it was getting harder with each passing week you spent with them.  Fili had become your guide, teaching you everything you needed to know about surviving here.  You were glad to have a good friend, but it was nearly impossible to avoid your feelings at this point.

   “You’re doing great, _______,” he told you.  “Really, it’s not bad at all.”

   “Well, it helps to have a nice teacher,” you replied, shooting him a smile over your shoulder.  “I’m sorry your stuck with me.  The only girl in middle earth who can’t ride a pony.”

   He grinned back.  “It doesn’t make you any less worthy to be a part of the Company.  It just means that you come from a place where things are different.  Besides, I don’t see it as being stuck with you..  It was my decision to help you in the first place.”

   “But…why?  If I may ask.”

   He leaned in a little more, making you freeze.  “Because I could not leave a beautiful damsel in distress to fend for herself.”

   Your mouth fell open, and you were glad that he was behind you so he couldn’t see your expression. He called you beautiful?  You straightened up a bit and regained your composure just in time to shoot him another look over your shoulder.

   “A damsel in distress that saved your life,” you reminded him.

   “Ah, yes, how could I forget?  You rescued me from that river the Company had to cross.  You’re not such a damsel when it comes to rescuing others, I suppose.”

   “You suppose?” you laughed.  “I guess that’s a start.”

   The two of you ended your conversation when Thorin barked orders from up ahead to stop and set up camp.  Fili hopped off the pony and reached to help you dismount.  You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lowered you to the ground.

   “T-thanks,” you told him.

   “No problem.”

   At this point, you were a little grateful to have some space.  You knew the routine of setting up camp by now.  You helped gather firewood, set up your bedroll, and gave Bombur the proper ingredients for dinner.  However, that didn’t stop you from sneaking occasional glances at a certain prince.

   “Good evening, ________,” Kili said from somewhere behind you, making you jump and drop a bunch of supplies from your arms.  “Sorry,” he laughed, looking between you and Fili who was tending to the ponies.  “Am I…interrupting something?”

   “No, of course not,” you said, blushing.  “I was just…admiring the ponies.  They’re such beautiful creatures.”

   “They are, aren’t they?  With their long, golden mane and braided mustache-”

  “Kili,” you warned.  

   “Please,” he chuckled.  “I’ve seen how the two of you look at each other.  Why don’t you say something?”

   “Because it’s awkward.  I don’t think Fili feels the same way.  He’s just helping me with learning what I can about middle earth so that I can survive.”

   “I know my brother, and believe me, he does like you.”

   “Even if that’s the case,” you paused, glancing at the leader of the Company.  “There’s no way Thorin’s going to be okay with it.”

   Kili dismissed your concern with the wave of his hand.  “Never mind him.  Uncle needs to, as you put it, ‘lighten up.’”

   You chuckled.  “I’m still not convinced that telling Fili how I feel is a good idea.  Nice try, but we all more important things to worry about.  Like reclaiming Erebor, for instance?”

   “That is months away,” he pointed out.  “Besides, I don’t know what could be more important than love.”

   “What was that, Kee?” Fili’s voice joined the conversation, making the two of you look at him in surprise.

   “Oh, hello, brother,” Kili clapped a hand on his back.  “______ and I were just discussing the importance of love.”

   “I see,” Fili gave you a questioning look, to which you just shrugged.  “Well, you’ll have to let me borrow her for a minute.  She and I need to go over some fighting techniques.”

   “Right, training,” you nodded.  “I’ll see you later, Kili.”

   “Indeed,” he replied slowly.  “See you later.”

   Once you and Fili were out of earshot, the blonde prince gave you a look.  “Okay, what was that about?” he asked.

   “I don’t know,” you shrugged again.  “Kili is just acting a little strange.”

   Fili raised his arms in a defensive stance, nodding for you to do the same.  “I wonder about him sometimes.  He’s spending more and more time with you.”

   The two of you practiced throwing punches.  

   “Yeah, we’ve become good friends,” you admitted, smiling.  It was true.  The dark-haired brother of your crush had been spending more time getting to know you.  Even figured out you were crushing on Fili.

   “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he had…feelings for you.”

  You had to refrain from laughing out loud at the ridiculousness of his statement.  Yes, you and Kili had become closer.  But it was certainly not romantic!  Kili teased you, and you gave him a hard time; just like a brother and sister would.

   “I can assure you that’s not the case,” you told Fili.  He rested a hand on your elbow to correct your stance.  “In fact,” you ventured.  “He’s trying to convince me to tell someone else about my feelings for them.”

   At that, Fili paused, his hand not leaving your arm.  “Oh?”

   “Yep,” you nodded, mentally face-palming.  Perhaps it was a bad idea to say something.

   “And this person you have feelings for…  he’s a member of the Company?”


   “What’s he like?” Fili’s eyes scanned the camp, pausing on each of Company member suspiciously.  He really didn’t know.

   “Well…He’s always there to help me,” you replied.  Fili’s eyes met yours, and his lips turned up in a smile.  You could see a glint in his blue eyes a he leaned in a little closer.  But before he could say anything more-

   “Fili!” Thorin called.  “We need more firewood!”

   Fili gave you one last longing look.  “Sorry.”

   “It’s okay,” you giggled.  “I’ll talk to you later.”


   You hugged your knees close to your chest, leaning towards the fire in an attempt to absorb its warmth.  Even with your cloak, it was freezing.  The others seemed be doing just fine.  How fortunate for them.  Most of the Company had fallen asleep, save for Kili and Bofur, who took the first watch of the night.  

  You couldn’t stop thinking about your earlier conversation with Fili.  you had basically said that you had feelings for him.  And he had smiled.  Surely, that was a good sign?  He returned your feelings.  But of course Thorin had to interrupt the moment by making his nephew get firewood when there were plenty of others available for the task.

   A shiver ran down your spine as another cold wind blew through the camp.  You squeezed your eyes shut and scooted a little closer to the fire.  You hadn’t even noticed the footsteps that approached.

   “Here,” Fili’s voice was barely audible as he gently took a seat on your left side, draping a blanket over both of you.  You were too cold to get embarrassed or blush at the gesture.  Instead, you cuddled up against his side gratefully.

   “Thank you,” you mumbled tiredly, resting your head against his shoulder.  “Why is it that I’m the only one bothered by the cold?”

   “My people can withstand extreme temperatures a lot better than most,” he replied quietly, arm around your shoulder.  “Better?”


   “Good.”  He paused.  “So, to continue our earlier conversation…”

   “Um, right.”  You suddenly became aware of the close contact, blushing.  “In case you weren’t sure…it’s you.”

   He chuckled.  “I had my suspicions when you dropped that hint earlier, but thank you for confirming it.  And just to let you know, I feel the same way.”

   “Oh…good to know.”  You paused.  “What now?  I mean, we should probably wait to tell Thorin, or anyone, really.  I don’t really want the unnecessary attention…”

   “I agree,” he nodded.  “For now, we don’t tell anyone.  Although, I have a feeling Kili will just know.”

   You chuckled, snuggling closer to him.  “I’m starting to think he knows us better than we know ourselves.”

   “Probably,” he agreed.  “He could always tell what I was feeling and why before even I knew it.”

   “I’m kind of glad.  Or else I wouldn’t have had the chance to tell you how I felt.”

   “Me too.”

  The conversation gave way to a comfortable silence as you both watched the fire.  At some point, you felt your eyes fluttering closed as sleep began to overtake you.  It was an eventful day, that’s for sure.  The last thing you remember was hearing the peaceful crackle and snap of the fire while enjoying the warmth.

  • what she says: I'm fine
  • what she means: In Legends of Tomorrow episode 2x13, Land of the Lost, Amaya left Nate and Ray by themselves while she gathered more firewood. Ray immediately scooted closer to Nate, pressing his whole body against him. To this, Nate asked if they were huddling for warmth, not bothered by Ray's sudden closeness at all. Ray ignored his question and told him not to do it, "it" remaining unclear in his warning. Nate obviously didn't know what he was talking about, so he countered with "what, resist your charm?" At that, Ray clarified that he was referring to dating Amaya, that he can't do it. Nate seemed put off by this, stating that he was not in fact dating Amaya. It appeared as if Nate wasn't even thinking of her until Ray brought her up, and he was content to just continue his borderline flirting with Ray. Ray clarified that he didn't mind team members dating each other, mentioning the fact that he too had a past relationship with a team member. Nate seemed confused by this, listing off the one female member besides Amaya, to which Ray denied involvement with. Nate must think now that Ray meant a male member of the team, because he didn't say anything about Kendra. Nate thinks Ray is bisexual and was flirting with him.
✧ Seasonal Feathers

Originally posted by jun-kookie

                                        “Of course I would.”

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: angst
Word count: 1.8k

➳ Summary: He found you in the winter (冬), You found him in the spring (春). 
He fell ill during the summer (夏) , You tried to save him in the fall (秋).
And He lost you during the winter, as You lost him in the 冬.

A/N: Based off of the story from Kagamine Rin and Len’s Feathers Across the Seasons (四季折の羽) with some changes, of course! If you haven’t watched/listened to it yet, I highly suggest you check it out after reading~ ♬ And try not to cryyyy ; u ;)9


Once the sun ducked down behind the high grey mountains and the snow began to fall, your loud and desperate cries softened to low and helpless coos for your vocal chords were sore and your chest could not bear anymore. 

Tucking in your white wings, you attempt to wrap yourself up and sleep, cringing when you accidentally move your sprained leg, long claws curled up in pain. There were no stars tonight, nor was there a moon, and shivering from the crystallized snowflakes that had begun to collect on your ghostly feathers, you chirp yourself gently into an everlasting slumber.

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galadrieljones  asked:

Saw your call for prompts! I am a sucker for small moments, so how about Solavellan (or any pairing you're feeling at the moment), somewhere in the wilderness, gathering firewood and bringing it back to camp. At some point, it starts to rain. <3

Thank you, you beautiful soul, for the prompt! I enjoyed writing this so very much! This is the song she sings.


What plows the raging sea

“My heart is pierced by cupid, I disdain all glitter and gold-”

Solas watched her through the leaves of the trees, watched her rummage the forest floor whilst singing to herself, a fitting song for the grey and angsty sky.
He was lost in how long he had watched her - he was supposed to help her pick twigs for kindle - her voice instead hypnotizing him until he lost track of time.
It was an old sailors lullaby and though they were miles away from the ocean he felt as if he was lulled by the waves of the sea; closing his eyes to hear more clearly, the rise and fall of her soothing voice.

“There is nothing to console me, but my jolly sailor bold-” 

The final waver of her voice got broken with a loud crack followed by the deep thrum of incoming thunder.
She stood up and turned her nose to the sky, catching the first raindrops on her skin with her eyes closed.
“I love the rain,” She turned to Solas with a serene smile splayed on her soft, pink lips.  “Don’t you?”
He walked up behind her to kiss her through her wild curls, whispering in her ear that the forgotten Gods were once believed to live in the crack of thunder.
She laughed a bit incredulously while he wrapped his hands around her waist, humming the tune of the song she had sang; a sensual, low tune accompanied by the increasing tapping of rain, crashing like muted cymbals on the leaves surrounding them.
Soon she joined the tremor of his bass voice, finishing the song with a fair and high note right before they took off running, hand in hand when the sky opened fully; their feet splashing rainwater on the plants that bend to lend them a path.
When they finally found shelter, out of breath from feeling free, she sang him a last verse before she kissed him reverently.

“Her hair it hangs in ringlets,
His eyes as black as coal.
My happiness attend him,

Wherever he may go.” 

Breaking... Ch.8

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A/N: This chapter ended up being super heavy so I’m sorry if it ends on a weird note ;-; I’m hitting the stage in the story were side characters become more important and that’s going to take some adjustment so I’m sorry about that in advance. Still, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Wordcount: 3382

Warnings: Blood, guns, cursing, anger, feelings in general, pyromania

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Breaking Hearts

The charge against me is a connection with one James Reynolds, for purposes of improper speculation. My real crime is an amorous connection with his wife, for a considerable time with his knowing consent. All my crimes are with her, yet some have looked into my own house. Titania had no part in this, in fact I’ve considered myself as her father. The baseless accusations are nothing more than that, baseless accusations. Reynold’s however cornered me and so he extorted me for a sorted fee. I paid him quarterly, I may have ruined my prospects but as shown in Mr. Callander’s article my papers are orderly. Yes, I have reason for shame but I have not committed treason and sullied my good name. The shame I experience is great and I have no one to blame but myself. My sins are not gone without punishment; I do not believe that punishment is undeserved…

Alex, what have you done?! You were supposed to write the Reynold’s Pamphlet not this! The more you read the more terrified you became. You tried to check off everything that was different between this pamphlet and the old one from memory, this proved to be rather difficult. The letters are mentioned but they weren’t published, Eliza is mentioned very few times, the whole thing is just vaguer than it should be! You suddenly remember the words you said to Alex.

“Do not, under any circumstances, give them anymore access to those letters, it will not end well.”

“What?” Angie questioned but you didn’t listen. Eliza…Eliza!

“Has your mother seen this yet?” You asked frantically, Angie’s eyes grew and before you could react the papers were pulled out of your hands and Angie was running out of the room. God damn it Angelica! You got up and tried to chase after her but you felt heavy, your head shooting with pain. You stumbled through the halls, unable to catch up. Fuck! Your shoulder hit the wall, the hallways were twisting, you tried to blink the illusion away but to no avail. You ran into something or more accurately someone. You looked up to see Philip, his eyes filled with worry.

“Star? Y/N! Are you alright?”

“I need to-“ His appearance changed, his beautiful eyes blinked away to fear-filled ones. Tears running down his face, there was small droplets of blood trying to blend in with his freckles. You looked down and saw blood all over his shirt, all over his arms, his hand holding a pistol. A scream escaped your lips, you couldn’t even try to hold it in. You turned, not wanting to see what was in front of you, you looked back at the study, planning to run back to it. The door was closed but blood and smoke were rolling out from under it. Looking back at Philip you saw ashes flying past him, they were coming from Eliza’s room.

“I held my head up high…” Philip said through stiff lips. You heard Alex’s voice behind you but he was nowhere to be found.

“I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.” Then it was Eliza’s voice.

“I hope that you burn!” You couldn’t tell where it was coming from but you heard Angie scream.

“Let go of me! I’m Angelica Hamilton, you can’t so this! Where’s my brother? Philip! Philly, come back! Please!” Their voices stared to mix together.

“I’m sorry for forgetting what you taught me…”

“Is this where it gets me?”  

“I’m watching it burn!”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!”

“Shut up! Shut up damn it! Get out of my head! I did this! Please stop!” You screamed at the voices, you felt something wet on the side your face. You were frantic, your mind running a mile a minute. What do I do?! Make it stop! You clutched your head, the pain unbelievable. You shut your eyes as tight as possible, you were too worked up to notice the sound fading away. You felt something shaking your shoulders, you opened your eyes, everything was fuzzy. Looking up, your eyes adjusting, you saw Philip in front of you. You could see his mouth moving but couldn’t hear him. It took a moment for his voice to wash over you.

“-ar! My star! Wake up! Please! Are you hurt? What’s wrong?” You were hyperventilating and shaking like it was the end of the world.

“I…Phil…ip… S-sorry…” You tried to pull yourself together but your body was shaking uncontrollably. Philip wrapped his arms around you his grip around you gave you the impression that he was scared.

“Thank the Heavens! You’re back! Please don’t do that again! Or at least tell me what to do in case it happens again, ok? You didn’t look like you were here for a second, you just started screaming and crying and I wanted to help but I didn’t know what to do! I’m so sorry!” He rambled. You shook your head into his chest.

“N-no, d-don’t be sorry… Just let me stay like this for a moment…” You focused on Philip’s heartbeat, you already felt more relaxed.

“Of course, whatever you need…” He rested one hand on the back of your head and smoothed down your hair, you wanted to cry. You wanted to tell him what you saw, what you were scared of, why you felt so weak. I’m not weak… I can handle this. I can handle whatever THAT was. I can handle it… You took a deep breath and pulled away slightly, you looked up at Philip brought both of his hands your face. His palms felt warm against your cheeks, his thumbs rubbed the tears off your skin. Was I crying?

“What happened?” He asked simply. What do I say? Think Y/N think!

“The pamphlet…have you seen it?” You questioned, Philip nodded.

“I was the one who brought it in. I was in town and came back as soon as I read it. Angie took it from me and ran away.” She’s got a habit of doing that doesn’t she?

“Alexander!” You heard a voice yell, both you and Philip turned to where the sound came from. You saw Eliza, still in her nightgown and robe, stomping out of her room with Angie trailing close behind. She’s fuming! Eliza pushed past the both of you and busted into the study, you ran in behind her. She was already at Alexander’s desk, rifling through the drawers and grabbing stacks of paper. What is she doing? She looked up to see you and Philip staring at her confused expressions.

“Angelica, Philip, go get Rachel this instant!” I’ve never heard her yell at her kids before… They looked at each other and left the room hurriedly.

“Eliza, what’s going on?” You heard Alexander stir in his sleep.

“Grab a stack and pull that chair!” You had no time to think, you did what she said, picking up one stack and using your free hand to pull the chair by the door behind you. Eliza came rushing out of the room, her arms filled with paper. She shoved the stacks into your arms, took the chair from you, slammed the door shut and propped the chair under the doorknob.

“Eliza! What are you doing?” You asked frantically. Did she just lock Alex inside his study?! Rachel came running toward the both of you, completely out of breath. I’ve never someone run so fast in my entire life…

“Lady Eliza! What’s wrong! Has something happened?”

“Yes, something awful has happened. Gather as much firewood as you can carry and bring it to the front yard.” Firewood?! Rachel looked puzzled but she nodded and left nonetheless. “Follow me Y/N.” Eliza grabbed her stacks from you and walked away. Sorry Alex… You followed Eliza into the main room and out the front door. Rachel appeared from the side of the house as you both descended the stairs. Rachel dropped her armful of logs onto the dirt path. “Rachel, please use the wood to start a fire. Where you have them right now is alright.” Rachel ran back into the house.

“Eliza, what are we doing?” You asked once more.

“The world has no right to my heart and certainly not a place in my bed. They do not deserve to know what I said! I’ll burn it all! I’ll burn what pulled him away from me! These pages, these writings, if I do not deserve his time then he does not deserve what he worked for!” Eliza was in tears but they were filled with anger instead of sadness. Rachel ran out of the house and swiftly began to prepare the fire, it wasn’t long before flames began to rise. Eliza quickly started throwing papers into the fire, making it grow as it ate the fuel. “The memories, the letters, anything that might redeem you! I’m burning it all!” You set your stacks on the ground and backed away. It had to be done…

“Mama! What are you doing? Are you crazy?” Philip was rushing down the stairs but Rachel stepped in front of him before he could get to Eliza.

“Please Philip, I must ask you to not try and prevent your mother from doing this.” Philip looked over at you, his eyes felt heavy.

“Star, please, you can’t let her do this!” Alex worked his whole life into these pages but it has to happen. I wish I could tell him that I know it will help and give some reassurance. You looked away.

“Philly… I can’t do that…”

“Why not?” He made turned and walked towards you.

“Look, I know this seems bad bu-“

“Looks bad? It is bad!” He stood in front of you.

“I know, I know. Just trust me on this ok? I think this will go along a lot better than you think.”

“What makes you so sure?” He asked.

“Call it… intuition. I have a pretty good sense for these things.” I mean, I’m not really lying when I say that! He sighed, shaking his head. A look of realization swept over him.

“Where’s father?” Shit.

“Um, uh, in the study?” This isn’t going to be good… Philip turned on his heel and ran back inside, Eliza picked up the pace with throwing the writings into the growing pyre. It wasn’t long before you saw Alex running out the door towards the fire and Philip trailing close behind. When Alex saw what Eliza was holding in her hands he became stiff. A mixture of perplexity and shock in his eyes.

“Betsy…what are you doing?” His voice was soft. Eliza threw the last stack into fire and stomped toward Alex.

“I’m watching it burn! The thing that you chose over my love and your family! That harlot’s letters? Gone! Your work? Gone! I am sick and tired of being your last concern! These ashes are your legacy now!” Alex looked like he was about to say something but Eliza cut him off before he could. “I hope that you burn!” She ran away into the house, Rachel following close behind her. Alex fell to his knees, his stare blank.

“Pops? Pops! Can you hear me?” Philip called out and dropped down at his side.

“Philip, go to your mother. She needs her son’s support right now. I can handle Alex.” I don’t like sounding this bossy but there isn’t really another option right now!


“I’ve got this Philly, please just go and check on Eliza.” He heaved a frustrated sigh and darted back inside. You pulled Alex up and away from the fire and sat him down on the steps.

“First it was my mother…my cousin…then it was my best friend… now my life’s work and my one true love…gone.” He was practically speechless. He’s never lost for words…

“I know. I know Alex. But… I’m going to help you.” He looked at you, completely dumbfounded.

“No, I deserve this… Besides, there isn’t anything that you can do.” Bet! He does not know who he’s talking to!

“Watch me.” You grabbed him by the arm and pulled him inside, the fire beginning to die down. I’ll put it out once I deal with this. You led him down the hall to Eliza’s room, the door was wide open, Angie, Philip and Rachel were all crowded around her on the bed. “Alright everyone, get out. I have something to say to these two.” Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Rachel was the first one to speak up.

“Very well. Philip, Angelica, you will help me prepare the morning tea.” Angie and Philip didn’t say a word, they just followed her out of the room. The know better than to question Rachel I guess. You pushed Alex into the room and shut the door behind him, leaving you out in the hallway. Two can play this game Eliza! You grabbed the chair that sat across from the door. Why do we even have this here? You propped it under the doorknob so that the door could only be opened by yourself. The knob jiggled furiously and some loud knocks reverberated against the door.

“Y/N Taylor you open this door this instant young lady!” Alex called from inside.

“Not until you both sit down and speak to each other like adults! No more ignoring, no more drinking, no more arson! This is not healthy for you guys!” You shot back.

“And locking us in a room together is?” Eliza questioned.

“No! But I know it’s the only way you’ll be able to look at each other for more than ten seconds! The sooner you start talking, the sooner I open the door!”

“This is very improper for a lady Y/N!” exclaimed Eliza.

“Yeah well since when have I ever cared about that?” You sat down across from the door, on the floor where the chair used to be. Leaning your head against the wall you shut your eyes. Finally, a little bit of quiet time. This has been an oddly eventful morning… Not even bringing up this whole Eliza and Alex situation it was still pretty crazy. Did I really fuck with history so much that I changed the pamphlet that Alex is most known for? Titania’s Pamphlet, I mean shit, it’s about me of all people. The whole thing was centered around the rumor Magenta Fucker started. He talked about Maria yeah, but it was different. Honestly Eliza in my timeline was a lot more dangerous than this one’s. She was so pissed that she burnt them inside her house, she didn’t think about safety. This version changed course a bit, that’s why I’m hoping they can talk this out. It took them years to recover in the original timeline but maybe with a little shove it can happen a bit faster? And what was up with that weird vision? The only time I get anything similar to that is when I’m asleep and I’ve never actually seen anything from them before. Why was this time different? I mean for fuck’s sake, is an explanation really too much to ask for universe?! I keep putting that off when I know I shouldn’t, but what else can I do? The closest thing I have to scientist around here is an eleven-year-old dare devil! I just hope everything works out… You heard small footsteps coming towards you, cracking an eye open you recognized the small boy with a neck cloth over his mouth. “Hi there Johnny, is everything okay?” He shook his head.

“Are Mama and Papa…going to be alright?” He asked shyly as he took a seat on your lap and rested his head against your shoulder. You gave his back a soft pat.

“Yeah, they’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry about that, okay sweetie?” He nodded and a few moments of comforting silence befell you. That didn’t last long though.

“Don’t get mad but… Alexander and James… are playing with fire outside.” WHAT?! You jumped up, holding Johnny in your arms. DO THEY HAVE A DEATH WISH OR SOMETHING?! You ran outside while carrying the small boy, AJ was poking the fire with a stick while Jamie stood a few feet behind him with his arms crossed.

“Come on Alexander! Seriously, we’re going to get in trouble!” Jamie said nervously.

“Oh trust me, you guys are definitely in trouble! Alexander Jr, put that stick down right now!”

“But do you not ever wonder what amount of heat it takes for things to burn? Like this paper!” He groaned.

“Four hundred and fifty-one degrees Fahrenheit, now put that stick down and get me a bucket filled with water to put out this bonfire!” You put Johnny back down on the ground, a safe distance away from the still burning wood. “Stay here, alright? I don’t want you to get burned.” He blinked at you, his way of silently agreeing. AJ ran past you and into the house. What am I going to do with that adorable little pyromaniac? Jamie skipped next to you.

“Am I in trouble too?” He asked.

“Yes, you are. I’m proud of you for trying to tell him to stop but you should’ve gotten me in the first place. You will only not get dessert tonight; AJ is now up to a month of no sweets…” I don’t want to break his spirits when it comes to his experiments, I just don’t want him to get third-degree burns! AJ soon came, stumbling a bit on the steps, he handed you a bucket filled with water. You went over to the fire and slowly poured it over top, thoroughly dousing it. “Alright boys, get back inside and study. AJ, no more experiments for the rest of the day. You can start fresh tomorrow.”

“Yes, ma’am.” AJ sighed, all three of them going back inside and up the stairs to their room. I guess I should check back in on Alex and Eliza… As you made your way back down the halls you caught sight of Philip pressing his ear against the door. You taped him on the shoulder and whispered.

“Are they talking?”

“Yes, I cannot tell what they are saying but at least they aren’t screaming at each other.” He whispered back. You grabbed the chair and quietly moved it away from the door. “What are you doing?”

“Just an idea I had. Come on, let me try that tea you and Angie made.” Honestly I could really use something to calm me down.

             A few hours later all of you were sitting in the dining room, eating lunch. They’re been talking for a while, should I tell them they can leave now?

“What are you thinking about over there?” Philip was sitting by your side.

“Just how terrible that tea was, you really need to work on your brewing skills Sunshine.” You teased.

“I cannot believe you would say that to me! I am hurt, truly am. How will I ever forgive you?” He shot back with fake hurt.

“It was but a jest. Looks like the sun’s got some clouds in its way today!” You heard the door to the dining room open and focused your gaze on it. Eliza and Alex came through, they looked calmer than before, everyone wat the table was silent.

“Good day everyone, your mother and I have an announcement.” What now?! “Since this time has been rather stressful on all of us, we have decided that a trip is in order.”

“A trip?” Jamie asked. Eliza nodded, a faint smile on her face.

“Yes, a winter get away. We still have several months until then but we plan to go upstate to help relax. Perhaps we could also convince a few close compatriots to come along.” I’m glad she seems happy.

“When will we be leaving?” Angie asked.

“End of November and we plan to stay until the end of February.” Alex explained. Wow, long vacation.

“We must start preparing soon!” AJ exclaimed. You and Philip both seemed uneasy with the situation. You were both glad that things were looking up but now everything was new territory. You looked over at Rachel and she understood what you were trying to ask.

What does this mean for us?

anonymous asked:

Is it me or are the writers are making Eugene's character worse? In the last two episodes (excluding Fitzherbert PI) the writers focused so much on building Rapunzel's arc, making her and Cass more compatible as friends, and ignoring Eugene's trope from the movie. In my opinion, he acted so dumb in the last episode, and I'm beginning to dislike what they are doing to him

I don’t agree with you at all.

First of all, you can’t exclude “Fitzherbert P.I.” and keep a sound argument, since it’s one of the last two episodes. There have been four episodes since the movie, and in two of them, he acted strong and serious and capable, and in the other two, he was being silly, goofy, and a little lax in judgement, and they have been staggered. That’s two and two. It seems to me that, when his arc is the B plot of the episode, he’s sillier, and when he’s the focus, it gets more down to brass tacks.

Well, guess what? He’s the focus (or one of them) of the next two episodes, “Cassandra v. Eugene” and “Return of Strongbow,” so I anticipate more character growth from him.

The way I see it, Eugene hasn’t been relaxed and genuinely happy in years. As the song “Life After Happily Ever After” tells us, he’s finally feeling content and secure, and it’s possible he hasn’t truly felt like this since he was a child. Within the three days that the story of Tangled takes place, we only start to catch a glimmer of what he’s like when he drops his guard. At the campfire, he goes ahead and tells Rapunzel a little about his childhood, but then catches himself and makes an excuse to get away (gather more firewood), because he needs to compose himself again, put some of those walls back up. Even just after “I See the Light,” in the middle of leaning in to kiss the girl he’s just realized he’s completely crazy about and is willing to change for, he stops because he spots the Stabbingtons. He’s so on his guard all the time that he can’t even be completely lost in this romantic moment.

So, what we’re seeing in Tangled the Series is what a goofball he actually is when he’s happy. He’s basically already resigned himself that the people of Corona don’t like him, and he’s not trying to impress them. The only people who’s opinions he cares about are Rapunzel’s and her parents’ (especially Frederic, since Arianna doesn’t seem to intimidate him - you know, I’d really like some one-on-one time with Arianna and Eugene). He’s been Flynn Rider for so long, and now he’s been given permission (by Rapunzel, and more importantly by himself) to be Eugene. So he’s just going for the gusto. He’s allowing himself to feel everything the way Rapunzel does - full force, with the dials turned up to 11. Does this mean he acts goofy and kind of dumb sometimes? Sure! But he’s actually living now instead of just surviving. So long as Rapunzel is happy with him, he’s happy with who he is.

And the fact of the matter is, he’s still rediscovering who Eugene is. Chances are very good that he’s spent at least half of his life being Flynn Rider as a full-time, in character gig. That’s a good way to lose yourself, to no longer be in touch with your opinions vs. your character’s. As a writer and role player, I can assure you that it’s very easy to get swept away in your character’s emotions. And Flynn? Flynn tried his hardest not to feel much. He approached all of life’s situations with swagger and bravado, but also with ambivalence. If it didn’t help him achieve his end, he didn’t really care about it. He only helped Rapunzel at first because she was holding the crown hostage. He only told the thugs about his dream because he was being threatened with physical violence. Even when he approached the Stabbingtons to return the crown, he started off with a joke, trying to keep the situation safe and emotionless. Eugene has always been hidden behind Flynn’s confidence.

So fear not, dear anon. I think it’s too early in the series for you to “dislike what they’re doing to him,” because I have every reason to believe you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

Steggy Fic: Belarusian Summer

I’ve written a drabble or short fic for every day of Steggy Week 2k17! This was written for Day 5: Tropes, Kinks, or Clichés. Previous days: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4

“Agent Thompson, do you know what the smell of herring in the air means in the middle of a Belarusian summer? … It means there is wind blowing in from the Baltic. It means a snow storm in July, and if you can smell the wind, it means you have 30 minutes to find shelter and build a fire before you die of hypothermia in the morning.”

—Peggy Carter, Agent Carter Season 1: The Iron Ceiling


It wasn’t that Peggy hadn’t taken the old woman’s warning seriously, it was just that there wasn’t really any shelter to be found, so she hoped the dangers had been somewhat exaggerated. It was hard to believe it was going to snow. The trees were in full green leaf, there were insects, and wildflowers, and the full summer sun overhead. The light breeze blowing in from the northwest was pleasant, and the smell of herring wasn’t strong, just rather incongruous in the middle of the forest.

She and Steve forged on, returning from their scouting expedition. If all went well, they’d be back at camp in an hour.

Fifteen minutes later, they knew they were in trouble. The sky was grey, the temperature had dropped to what certainly felt like below freezing, and the first snowflakes had started to fall, thickening quickly. “We aren’t dressed for this,” she said, already shivering badly. Steve nodded.

“We should build a fire while we can,” he said. “And get the tent up. If that woman was right, we’re not getting back to camp until the storm’s over.”

Peggy’s teeth were chattering. “I suppose this clearing is as good as any.” She moved to gather firewood as Steve cleared a space and began to set up their tiny field tent. She was nearly shivering too hard to open the tinder box and light a match, and the wind was so strong that it blew the fire out three times before she managed to get it going.

The fire warmed her a little, but not nearly enough. She held her toes as close to the flames as she dared. It was snowing harder now, with damp, heavy flakes, and the wind was picking up considerably. Pellets of ice stung at her cheeks.

“You’re still cold,” said Steve, coming up close behind her. He hesitated for a second and then wrapped his arms around her.

She pressed into him, shivering violently. “We need to get out of the wind.” Both of their uniforms were wet, and she knew there would be no drying them until the snow stopped. She hesitated. “Do you think we’ll both fit into your sleeping bag?”

Steve looked startled for a second, but then nodded. “Yeah,” he said, considering. “I think we can squeeze in.”

“Well then,” she said, as briskly as she could through her chattering teeth, “I, for one, would prefer to avoid hypothermia.” The snow was falling so thickly that she couldn’t see across the clearing, and the fire was fighting hard to stay alive.

Inside the tiny tent, her fingers were so stiff with cold that Steve had to unfasten her boots and help her with the buttons on her jacket and trousers. This really hadn’t been how she’d pictured him undressing her for the first time, she thought sluggishly as he quickly pulled off his own boots, trousers, and jacket. Her teeth were chattering so hard that she couldn’t speak.

“Here,” Steve said, sounding worried as he unzipped the sleeping bag. They both slid in, and Steve zipped the bag over them again, wrapping himself around her without hesitation. His skin was cold at first, but the serum had made him into a human furnace, and Peggy’s shivering finally slowed and then gradually stopped.

“Better?” he asked, after a while.

“Yes, much, thank you,” she said. “If nothing else, you’re an excellent piece of cold weather survival gear.” She shifted position a little, trying to get comfortable.

Steve sucked in a breath. “Peggy, do you mind not… moving around so much?”

“There was a rock under my shoulder,” she said. “I - oh.” She belatedly realized why he’d asked her to stop moving. Neither of them spoke for a moment, although they were both breathing rather more quickly than they had been.

“Are you - are you sure you’re warm enough?” he finally asked, his voice hoarse. She swallowed.

“I’m quite warm now,” she admitted. He tightened his arms around her and she could feel how fast his heart was beating. “How long do you think the snow will last?” she asked, muffled against his chest.

“I think these summer storms are usually over pretty quickly,” he said. “Like thunderstorms.” He kissed the top of her head, and she drew in a breath.

“If it’s still light when it stops, we might be able to make it back to camp before evening,” she said, and she could feel him nod. Her whole body felt electric, restless, and she clutched at a handful of his shirt. “Steve,” she said, and swallowed.

“What?” he whispered, and her heart was beating as fast as his now.

She craned her neck up and kissed him. He made a muffled sound of surprise, then moved one hand up to the back of her head and pulled her even closer. By the time they came up for air, even her toes were warm.

“Peggy,” he said in a strangled voice.

“I know,” she breathed against his shoulder. “We’ve really done it now.” She buried her face in his neck. “I think there’s only so much the SSR can ask of us,” she said after a moment.

“Honestly,” he said, “I think this is really none of the SSR’s business.” He stroked the back of her neck with his thumb and she arched back into him, so warm now that it was hard to believe how cold she’d been not fifteen minutes earlier.

“At any rate,” she breathed, “in a situation like this, it’s practically our duty to use any method of body heat generation we have at our disposal.”

“Do you really think so?” he asked, tilting his head thoughtfully.

She grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt. “Shut up and kiss me, Rogers.”

Summer snow in Belarus, she mused, could actually be quite pleasant, if you approached it with the proper attitude.

Decisions, Decisions  (Part 7)

Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star, and him in your latest film.

Warnings: language, sexual content, adult content, angst, fighting…?

Word Count: 4536

Note: Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes - This fic would NOT be possible without you, and @amarvelouswritings - who let me badger the hell out of her. Thank you both a million! Used @theartofimagining13 imagine

Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit, and James’ wife and child are nonexistent - nothing against them, just easier to write if he didn’t have an ex wife and child. Texts are in italics

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After lots of sweater and thermal pants shopping, you found a few cute ensembles to wear to James’ family home. You also had two days to thoroughly worry about this trip. This was a huge step. Were you ready to make it? You were beyond thrilled to meet his family, to know this is the direction he wanted to go with you. Yet, you couldn’t help the gnawing feeling that you weren’t everything you needed to be for James. The feeling that he deserved better than you. That maybe you couldn’t give him what he wanted or needed.

But you pushed those feelings down, ignoring your conscience as you always did, and pressed on, ready to have a fun filled week with James and his family.

A long plane ride and a long taxi ride into the countryside, and you were finally at the McAvoy residence, a stately tudor home with crawling vines and a light mist that had settled over the estate. The driver rounded the fountain and stopped as you two jumped out and grabbed your bags.

“James, I’m so nervous, what if they don’t like me?” you admitted, whispering to him as you sat your last bag on the ground.

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