#a christmas miracle for daisy

[adreamthatsworthkeeping]

Oh my god this girl isn't going to get together with the guy she explicitly said at the start she didn't want to date is she? That she wasn't interested in and liked him more as a friend? I thought she'd end up with the new guy but no. Ugh.

[christmasmoviesrated]

A Christmas Miracle for Daisy

GAC Media, 2021. 1h 25m.

Whitney (Wagner) owns Marietta Designs, an interior-design firm which she runs with her friend Andi (Tegan Moss). She's designing Santa's float for the town's annual Christmas parade when a potential job opportunity comes her way: the full redesign of a landmark house by Christmas Eve. Despite the challenge, Whitney and Andi sign on to the job-- then discover the home's new owner is Whitney's ex-boyfriend Connor (Bateman), who has moved to town from Los Angeles with his bright-eyed young daughter Daisy (Rubi Tupper). Connor had no intention of becoming a family man, but when his goddaughter was orphaned, he adopted her and committed to becoming a devoted single dad. More than anything, Daisy wishes for a mom to complete her picture-perfect family, and no prospect is as perfect as Whitney. Tall order, but Christmas is a time for miracles.

Christmassy for sure, but absent the real tingles. A "do-something-else-at-the-same-time" type of movie.

Top Selling points:

Your typical second chances story

Smoulder McSmoulderface as the male lead

Multiple love stories, kinda

a kid

snow

Santa

Hot actors I guess?

Do I recommend? There are definitely Christmas movies I would recommend before this one, but it's not offensively bad

Would I watch again? Nothing I would seek out.

Happy ending? Yes. But the tension wasn't really there for me before the non existent problem was solved.

Did I cry? LOL no

Christmas vibes? Very decorated. There's snow.

4 Christmas Trees out of 10

[gacmediadaily]

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[rhanylssitagpa]

Watch List: A Christmas Miracle for Daisy

A Christmas Miracle For Daisy is a 2021 American movie by GAC Media starring Rubi Tupper, Jill Wagner and Nick Bateman. Plot: Whitney (Wagner) owns Marietta Designs, an interior-design firm which she runs with her friend Andi (Tegan Moss). She’s designing Santa’s float for the town’s annual Christmas parade when a potential job opportunity comes her way: the full redesign of a landmark house by…

[sarah-thatstings-ann]

I have been trying sooooo hard to bring it back. I feel like we're finally getting somewhere

[virgo-dream]

virgo-dream’s dreamling masterpost

In honour of @mr-sadman’s Dreaming Week 2024, I have compiled this masterpost of all my fics and fanart!

I highly recommend checking the Dreamling Week tag to see some of the amazing fanworks created by this fandom.

Happy Dreamling Week! ☁️✨

☁️ fanfiction ☁️

✨ one shots ✨

golden hour

rated G / 695 words / fluff

Hob had two favourite times during the day: dawn and dusk. Opposite in their purpose but equal in their beauty, dawn brought new life to restful spirits every morning, while dusk tucked them in gently every night. Hob loved the soft, lilac tones that shifted into golden, that faded into oranges, purples and deep blues, over and over again, marking the passage of never ending time.

Another thing he liked, dearly, was seeing Morpheus under the light of the golden hour.

metaphors

rated G / 2.5k words / idiots to lovers

the one where Dream is fucking dense and Hob is desperately in love.

the night of the storm

rated G / 2.6k+ words / hurt/comfort

across from the shadow figure sitting on his armchair, and offered the best smile he could muster. “…rough day? I feel like you’re not doing very well. Don’t ask me why.”

Are you not afraid, Hob Gadling?

or: Hob Gadling comes home to find the shadows need a shoulder to cry on.

freely given

rated G / 4k+ words / whump, hurt + comfort

Dream had no idea how he intended to help Hob. It was the right thing to do. He had stumbled into enough of Hob Gadling's nightmares to know for a fact that disease wasn't something he took lightly.

daisy chains

rated G / 589 words / tooth-rotting fluff, idiots in love

Hob tells him to use the door but doesn't mind when his friend just shows up uninvited because to Hob, Dream will always be welcome. Dream, on the other end, wants to know more about Hob, be a part of his life, even if it means spending more time in the Waking World. And then, like every good thing, the physicality starts small: a pat on the back, a hand on the shoulder.

or: they don't know it, but they're falling in love.

spring roll for your thoughts

rated G / 2.3k+ words / domestic fluff

Dream and Hob both need a moment to rest after a long day at work. They both find comfort eating reheated leftovers and daydreaming about the future.

the miracle of song

rated G / 1k+ words / christmas fic

Dream of The Endless has a long standing history with avoiding music since the loss of his only son, Orpheus. His relationship with Hob Gadling might make him change his mind.

A story about love, loss, bad karaoke and Christmas miracles.

one of their own

rated G / 3.6k+ words / queer themes, first kiss

Hob Gadling invites Dream to a meeting of the uni's queer clubs at the New Inn. Dream learns more about his own gender identity, and that he's very much in love with his best friend.

glitter glue and butterfly stickers

rated G / 1k+ words / dreamling parents, tooth-rotting fluff

Hob and Dream have been married for over 10 years and are raising a daughter together. After a long day working on his thesis, Hob receives a letter from his 7 year old daughter Lucy, detailing her thoughts on an article he’d written.

safety net: a bolt in the blue story

rated T / 3.1k words / fic of a fic, mutual pining (set in the universe of @valeriianz’s bolt in the blue)

Endless is in the middle of its first headline tour, and Dream has been doing his best to hold his own in the ever changing routine of touring. After one particularly intense concert, Dream finds himself extremely overwhelmed, and relies on the help of his trusted bass tech, Hob Gadling, to ground himself again. In the process, he finds that a few feelings have become impossible to ignore.

some mornings: a man of good fortune story

rated G / 1.1k+ words / domestic fluff, omegaverse (set in the universe of @softest-punk’s a man of good fortune)

Some mornings are easier than others, when one finds themselves in the state Dream is currently in. He remembers how mornings were when he was pregnant with Orpheus. As winter slowly approached their home by the sea, some mornings became harder than most for Hob.

A story of finding new purpose, switching roles and falling in love again and again. The moon is also there.

✨ multi-chapter ✨

when I wake up, there are only your eyes to greet mine (complete)

rated M / 14.2k+ words / victorian soldiers au

Five times Sergeant Robert Gadling woke up to Captain Morpheus Apeiron. One time Morpheus woke up to Hob.

A very unlucky battalion finds itself in the command of one Captain Morpheus Apeiron. He doesn't seem particularly worried with their survival, but mostly with ending the war as soon as possible. Sergeant Robert Gadling seems to be the only thing keeping all these young and inexperienced soldiers alive. After one particularly heated fight between them, Hob ends up discovering there is much more to his Captain than meets the eye, but is he seeing Morpheus as he truly is, or through the prism of his own desire?

may dream (incomplete)

rated M / 7.5k+ words posted / hurt/comfort

It's been 10 days since Dream of The Endless was rescued from Fawney Rig by one Hob Gadling, who takes it upon himself to see to Dream's recovery. While with Hob, Dream is provided with something he'd been missing even before his imprisonment: to be cared for.

☁️ fan art ☁️

he’s wearing the north face jacket

change or die magical girl

happy birthday dream sketch

thursday night at the drag bar

Halley’s Comet mini comic

come here often?

softest-punk’s witcher au fanart

avelera’s giving sanctuary fic cover

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

Christmas was a time for family — for being grateful. It just so happened that your family were the biggest bunch of misfits and black sheep, but you wouldn’t have them any other way.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✰ Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ✰ 6.3k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✰ Tooth rotting fluff, implied smut, alcohol consumption, references to past entries (violence), flashbacks, slight angst (it's only one flashback)

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ✰ It is finally Christmas, folks! To those who celebrate, and to those that don't, I hope you have a beautiful day with whoever you chose to spend it with, regardless of the occasion. ✰ Thank you for all the love and continued support on this event, it's one of the best gifts I could have ever gotten.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ✰ Merry Fuckin’ Christmas —  Masterlist

𝑶𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒇𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔, 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆; 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔, 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑷𝒊𝒙𝒊𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔, 𝒔𝒊𝒙 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔, 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔, 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒘𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒚…

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The day had arrived, it was finally here. You weren’t sure whether to cry or scream with excitement as soon as you awoke at the crack of dawn once again. 

Christmas - you couldn’t believe it. It would be the first one you had spent with your new family, and you spent weeks organising and setting it all up; the past twelve days had been a whirlwind of festivities and excitement. There was not a single moment you could pick as a favourite, because they were all at the top of your list. 

The rays of the rising sun illuminated the bedroom, a yellow glow casted into the shadows and you shifted until you lay on your side, facing Bucky’s silhouette with a fond smile. This man - this gorgeous, dangerous, and oh so lovable man - had stolen your heart this year. He had pulled the rug from underneath your feet with that first ride on his Indian, that day at the Marvel Cafe; but he had never let you fall, nor stumble. 

Bucky had been the one constant in your life for what felt like forever. Sure, it hadn’t always been flowers and daisies, but even when the times turned turbulent with violence and blood, he had sheltered you and shielded you as best he could. There never once was a hair harmed on your head. 

It had been a miracle that that was a fact. Becoming a Queen in an outlaw’s world was a deadly title, breaking even the strongest women down and making them fall to their knees under the weight of the crown. But no, you never faltered. The crown never slipped from how high you held your head. The crown never shifted from its place when you carried your King; bearing his weight when he wasn’t strong enough to stand on his own with his crooked crown. 

Being a Queen demanded strength, courage, and a backbone like no other. 

And you had risen to the challenge and exceeded all expectations with a ferocity never before seen. 

There were times when Bucky saw you through, too. The times when you felt the world would end as you knew it, all of what you had made for yourself in this life to be over. When Bucky had held you in that waiting room in the hospital as the cries of grief filled the air; when you had fallen so dangerously ill that Bucky had taken you to the hospital despite what you wanted, and ended up saving your life; when Bucky had soothed your fears at being abandoned after breaking his only rule. 

You were partners. And partners held one another, helped one another, and in this case, loved one another; so much so it was almost overwhelming. 

“I love you, so much,” you whispered into the still morning air, the breathy sound not disturbing Bucky as he slept. You lay there for a few moments, still, silent, just savouring the moment; wondering what might have been, and what might be.

Bucky awoke with a snuffle and a wide yawn. “Mornin’, baby,” he rasped, and you smiled. 

“Morning, my love.” A loud pop echoed from your shoulder when you stretched, and Bucky winced. “‘M fine,” you mumbled. Bucky’s stubble was rough on your palm when you cupped his cheek, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Merry fuckin’ Christmas, my Queen,” he whispered. 

You sighed happily and sidled closer, your forehead coming to rest against his chest where it was the warmest. “Merry fucking Christmas, my King.” Bucky held you close, not in a hurry to greet the big day when he could spend the morning in bed with you, but alas, you had other ideas. “Breakfast?”

Bucky yawned again, nodding slightly before he moved to sit up. “What’re we havin’?” 

“Bacon, and eggs, and pancakes,” you looked at him as he stretched his arms above his head, just admiring the planes of his body when he caught your gaze. 

“I could always be your breakfast, doll,” Bucky said impishly. 

You rolled your eyes and stood from the bed, wrapping yourself in a fluffy robe as you headed towards the kitchen. “You wish, Barnes.”

Breakfast passed without a hitch, but that’s when the real flurry began. Today, you were hosting Christmas lunch - everyone was coming to your home and would arrive within the next six hours, and you could only thank your lucky stars that you had said to each of them to bring a plate of food at least. It would save you meandering and fussing over the small dishes; a small mercy. 

Bucky had excused himself to wash up once he finished his overloaded plate, and that left you to your own devices in the kitchen; a standoff between the giant turkey, and your fierce determination to not be bested by poultry. 

It was a fight for the ages. One of which Bucky walked in on, freshly showered and too good looking for his own good, and stood in absolute awe. “Babe.” You looked up at the sound of his voice, strained by the fact he was holding back laughter at your predicament. “Do you want some help?”

“No,” you huffed, shifting to the side so you could get better leverage. “I got this; can you start on the potatoes?”

“All right,” Bucky said, dubious over your level of control. You’d show him. “Want me to do the other vegetables too?”

You nodded and powered on while Bucky tackled the mountain of vegetables - his efficiency with a knife as he peeled them made you widen your eyes on more than one occasion. Before long, the vegetables were sorted into trays and ready to be roasted, and the turkey was being tackled by the two of you, as a team, you insisted. 

“I think it’s good to go now,” Bucky said, nodding his approval when he stepped back from the accursed fowl. “It’s as good as it’s gonna get, anyway.”

“I haven’t done this since I was a kid,” you sighed. “I would have to agree.”

With Bucky’s help, you manoeuvred the giant turkey into the oven to begin cooking, while the vegetables went into the oven below. “Who knew two ovens would be used, huh?” You mused, setting the timers on both. 

Bucky laughed and placed the oven mitts on the counter. “Especially with your cookin’.” You whipped the towel in your hands at his knees and he yelped. “Behave!”

“Stop being an asshole then,” you called over your shoulder while you padded into the dining room, ignoring Bucky’s grumbling as he came to a stop behind you. “We’ll start with the table cloth first, that way we won’t dirty the table with any glitter,” you instructed, pointing at the small boxes stacked by the table and Bucky nodded in agreement. “Let’s go!”

The two of you got to work. With the beautiful burgundy red tablecloth covering the table, you hung garlands of holly from cornice to cornice, and Bucky tackled the indoor lights you had wanted by the curtains. Small decorations lay amongst the organised chaos on the table, mapped around by where the dishes of food would sit. 

“Are we goin’ overboard?” Bucky asked suddenly, stepping back to check that the lights he had just hung were even. The tone in his voice gave way to a memory that demanded your focus. 

It had been a bad day where nothing had gone your way and you were close to tears. You wanted to go home, you wanted to curl up in bed and sleep the funk off - you knew if you didn’t at least do something that your demons would rear their ugly heads, and Bucky needn’t deal with that.

But fate wanted to have a laugh, your expense was humorous. When you pulled into your driveway, you saw Bucky’s black and gold Indian parked by the garage door. You sighed heavily and after locking up, you headed inside to face the inevitable - better now than later, you thought. 

The door swung open with a loud creak and Bucky appeared in the hallway, his hair damp from a shower. “Hey, sweetheart, welcome home,” he greeted, smiling at you as though you hung the moon in the night sky. You smiled, but you felt it not meeting your eyes as it normally would upon seeing him, and Bucky noticed. He paused and put his hands on your shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“Just a bad day, babe,” you whispered, looking down at your feet. He was having none of that, however. You felt his hand move to your jaw to tilt your head up so he could search your face; scrutinise your fracturing armour with the intent to comfort. 

“Tell me,” Bucky whispered. The command was the final crack in your facade. 

Your eyes welled up with the suppressed tears, a few tracking down your cheeks before you could stop them. “What if they don’t like me, Buck?” The waver of your voice made you frustrated and you scowled.

“‘They’, baby? Who’s ‘they’?”

“Steve, Peter-” Bucky cut you off by pulling you against his chest, holding you with such strength you could feel the rampant demons in your mind quieten and slink back in defeat. 

“They love you, sweetheart, they do,” Bucky said, rocking you soothingly while running a hand up and down your back, the other cradling your head to his chest. “I promise.”

You sobbed brokenly and Bucky sighed. “I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.”

You looked over and blinked at him owlishly. Didn’t he get it? 

“Bucky, it’s our first Christmas,” you stepped down the small ladder and moved to stand in front of him, carefully watching his expression. “I want it to be perfect, you guys are my family and this is one way I know how to say thank you, besides,” you paused, muling over your next words carefully and ignoring the way your heart began to beat faster against your ribs, the tightness in your throat. “Christmas is a time to be grateful for what you have, and I wanna show them, and you, just how grateful I am.”

And there it was, what you had imagined. Bucky, ever stoic and battle-hardened, began to tear up as you spoke, your admission the crack in the dam. “Oh, sweetheart,” he breathed, his voice shaking slightly. 

Bucky pulled you against his chest, his grip tight enough to both hold you together and ground you at once. “Let’s make it a good one then, yeah?” He asked, and you nodded, the burn in your throat from unshed tears ebbing away. 

A few hours later, the dining room was fully decorated and looking every bit as Christmas-y as it possibly could be with reds and greens, golds and whites. It was a dream come true, and you said so when Bucky pulled you into another hug, holding you to his side while he admired the spectacle of the room. “Shines up nice, doesn’t it?” He breathed. 

“Yeah, you do.” Bucky ruffled your hair for the comment, and he headed to the kitchen to check on the food. 

“You better get changed,” Bucky pointed to the clock when you rounded the counter, and you gasped. You’d lost track of time. “They’ll be here soon.”

“I’ll be back!” You yelled while jogging down the hall. It was a relief your outfit had already been picked the other day, for which Bucky was very proud of - given his sense of style consisted of plaid shirts or Henleys paired with jeans and leather jackets. You had to give him credit too, he had picked a simple but cute outfit; classy, but still comfortable to host in. 

And if there were any accidents with spilt wine, you at least had your own ugly Christmas sweater to match Bucky’s. 

Suddenly, as you stared into your wardrobe, you were struck with a memory. 

It was the beginning of winter when you had finally coerced Bucky into visiting the shops lining the main street of town. The stores in question were promoting their winter lines of clothing; jackets, jumpers, sweaters, boots, you name it, and with it being your first winter in the small town, you were woefully underprepared for just how damn cold it would be. 

“Bucky, please!” You laughed, pulling him along behind you while he pouted and whined. “It won’t take long, I promise.”

“Fine,” he conceded, falling in step beside you as you neared a display rack of puffer jackets. “And then we can go home and warm up.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered distractedly, looking through a rack of colourful puffer jackets, and completely missing the smirk he threw at your obliviousness. “Ah!” You cried, pulling out a dark red jacket, the hood lined with a black fluffy material you couldn’t feel through the barrier of your gloves. It looked soft at least. “This’ll be perfect for you, Buck!”

Bucky just stared at you, his eyebrows furrowing into a hard line. “No,” he said.

“Yes,” you insisted, unzipping it and forcing it over his shoulders - to his credit, he didn’t put up much of a fight. “It’ll keep you warm.” You stood back after you zipped it up and flipped the hood up to cover his snow-mussed hair. 

The sight was comical. 

You burst into a fit of laughter the longer you stared - Bucky was covered from his head to his knees in the burgundy fabric, the stiffness of the cut didn’t allow for much movement in his arms so they sat slightly raised from his sides, and he had the world’s most exaggerated pout on his lips. 

Your phone camera couldn’t have caught it quick enough before Bucky shucked it off with a groan. It was for posterity, of course, he was the President of a club after all. 

“Babe?”

You started. Bucky was staring at you from the doorway, a slight smile on his lips when he saw you were in fact dressed, but you were holding his sweater and fiddling with it distractedly as you remembered. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay-” You blanched, your stomach knotting itself over and over with nerves. “Are they here?”

“No,” Bucky assured, leaning against the doorframe. “Jus’ came to check on you, you were takin’ a while, is all.”

You stood and walked over to him, and he held out his arms in an offer of a hug. “Love you, Buck,” you mumbled into his chest, squeezing him tightly. 

“Not as much as I love you, sweetheart,” Bucky kissed the top of your head and guided you out of the room. “Now let’s do the finishin’ touches.”

An hour later, you sat on the couch, your knee bouncing in a nervous tic while Bucky organised the plates and cutlery, when the rumbling sound of bikes came from the street. “Buck! They’re here,” you rushed as you stood to look out the window to see Peter and Sam pull into the driveway on their bikes, while Steve drove Nat’s car and parked behind them. 

“Let ‘em in!” Bucky called from the kitchen, the clink of cutlery against plates backing his request.

Another vision struck you as you strode to the door, giving you pause. 

The clock showed it was five in the afternoon when the doorbell rang. A gentleman, punctual, and good looking? What more could the universe throw at me, you wondered. Bucky, after many attempts to bribe you that were all met with uncertainty, had finally hollered cheerfully when you finally let him pick you up and take you out on a date. 

That date was tonight, five on the dot. 

You opened the door slowly and the sight that awaited you took your breath away. While you had only seen Bucky in his casual dress, tonight he had gone the extra mile with a pair of black jeans, plain white v-neck shirt, and a worn but neat blazer. Forget good looking, he was downright fucking sexy. “Wow,” you managed, unable to gather the wit to say something half decent and complementary. 

Bucky grinned, offering a bouquet of flowers that more or less made your heart skip a beat. “Not too bad yourself, sweetheart,” he said, his gaze roving over your figure. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

It was your first date, and arguably the best one you had ever been on. 

A knock on the door pulled you from your reverie and you plastered a big smile on your face - your family will walk through that door, just as Bucky did all those months ago, and they were here to stay. 

“Sweets!” Peter cried as you opened the door, the containers of food in his arms balanced precariously as he leant over to meet you halfway for a hug. 

“Hey, Pete,” you pointed towards the kitchen, “Bucky’s working away in there, take the food on through!” He did so and you turned to greet Sam, who was already cheerfully smiling. 

“Hey, Sweets,” he said happily, bringing you in for a side hug before he strode inside to follow Peter. 

Then Nat appeared, looking just as excited as you felt, for once. “Hey!” She pulled you into a hug and rubbed your back, squeezing one last time before pulling back to take the containers from Steve and following Peter and Sam. 

“How’re you doin’, darlin’?” Steve asked, hugging you tightly. “Been lookin’ forward to this the whole time.”

“I’m great, Stevie,” you smiled up at him, and he grinned back. “Come in, come in.”

You followed Steve back into the house when you caught sight of Peter in the hallway, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet - he looked like he was going to jump out of his skin in his excitement. It reminded you of the first time you had met him.

The smallest, and youngest member of Bucky’s club had captured your interest the most. It wasn’t from a romantic stand point - Bucky had your heart after all - but Peter, he had been introduced as, was a literal ball of energy with so much enthusiasm that if Bucky ordered him to jump, he would do so only after asking how high. 

His sheer level of excitable energy was a lot to take in, but you felt drawn to him - an uncharacteristic maternal urge overtaking you before you could stop it. 

“Hello, Peter,” you greeted, shaking his hand. “It’s good to meet you.”

“You too!” Peter rushed, letting go of your hand and gesturing wildly. “Buck-” He stopped suddenly and eyed Bucky, who had turned to talk to Sam, apprehensively. “Boss, h-he’s been telling us all about you, it’s just so great to finally meet you!”

And as it turns out, time didn’t change his level of enthusiasm. That in itself, was a blessing.

“Sweets!” Peter gushed when he caught sight of you. “Can we do presents first?”

Bucky peered around the corner of the kitchen and nodded once before disappearing again. “We can,” you said, gesturing to the living room. “Take a seat and we can all open them, okay?”

If Peter wasn’t a fully grown man, you could have sworn he was a child. His excitement was palpable in the air and you couldn’t help but feel bolstered in your own eagerness. “Everyone, presents,” you called, taking a seat next to Peter while the others filtered in. Bucky sat beside you on the couch and threw an arm over your shoulder. 

The exchange of presents went over with minimal cursing, although there were balls of wrapping paper thrown in retaliation for gag gifts - but everyone loved the thoughtfulness of yours, having taken into consideration everything, down to the insignificant details you had heard (or more accurately, overheard) in your decision for each member of your family. 

Bucky was especially enamoured with his gift. It was a model of an Indian, identical down to the smallest detail and the absolute shock and jubilation in his expression was worth every penny spent. 

“You okay, babe?”

Bucky jolted, having not heard you approach. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, and you frowned. “Jus’ thinkin’, is all.”

“That’s dangerous.”

“Ha, ha,” Bucky deadpanned.

You moved to stand next to him, offering another cup of coffee that he gratefully accepted. “Do you want to tell me what that pretty head of yours was thinking about?”

Bucky only narrowed his eyes in contempt, and you giggled. “I was thinkin’ of my dad,” he explained. “He used to collect model cars and bikes.”

You knew where this was going and you steeled yourself, talking of his father was always painful for him. “Yeah, you’ve mentioned it before.”

“Anyway,” he continued, a faraway look in his eyes. “I’ve always wanted my own, y’know, of my bike. He would have loved it.”

Fighting valiantly against the cry of triumph that built in your chest, you soothed him until he was smiling again, ever oblivious to your plan. 

When it came time to open your present, Bucky had taken a leaf from Peter’s book - trembling slightly with apprehension, but most of all, excitement. You noticed this as he handed you a box, the shape very, very familiar. “I knew you were lying,” you giggled, and Bucky just poked his tongue out in retaliation. 

The wrapping paper came away easily to reveal a plain box, nondescript and completely void of clues. 

“Jus’ open it, doll,” Bucky urged, and you rolled your eyes.

You lifted the lid of the box, peered inside, and the world came to a stop. Your breath caught and you stared, transfixed. 

A frame, a beautiful ebony black with gold finishings, held a photo you had never seen before. It was from that fateful day when Bucky had first introduced you to his family as his girlfriend. The party that had transpired was one for the ages, and you knew Nat was taking photos, insisting that she wanted to start scrapbooking again. 

You stared at your own photographed smile, breathtaking and blinding, the love and adoration in your gaze as you looked at Bucky while he smiled for the camera - it was too much. “Oh my god,” you whispered, your hand moved to cover your mouth to quieten the sob. 

Bucky moved beside you and placed a kiss to your temple, holding you close in your state of shock. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

The frame was placed gently back down into the box, and then the box onto the coffee table. “You okay, Sweets?” Nat asked.

In lieu of an answer, you launched yourself into Bucky’s embrace, colliding against his chest and he let out a quiet, “oof!”

Bucky held you tightly while the others made soft noises of awe. “I love it so much, Bucky, oh my god,” you breathed, clutching at his shirt while you wept. You felt his chest rumble with quiet laughter and he continued to hold you, grounding you against the wave of emotions that threatened to pull you under.

Never in your life had you received such a gift so heartfelt and personal. You almost felt like this was all a dream and you pinched yourself subtly just to make sure - but you weren’t dreaming. Bucky had just listened to you, more than you realised.

You stared at the empty wall in your living room with your hands on your hips, a multitude of plans and ideas fighting to be heard at the sight of a blank canvas. 

“What’re you up to, baby?” Bucky asked, coming to stand next to you, oblivious to the turmoil. “You stare any harder at that wall and it’ll crumble.”

“I want to do something,” you trailed off, letting his jab go unacknowledged just this once. You had a mission to focus on. “But I can’t decide.”

“Well,” Bucky sighed, taking a seat on the arm of the recliner. “Do you have any ideas?”

“I’d love to make a picture wall, y’know, like those ones on Pinterest or something.”

Bucky looked at you, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Pinterest?”

“That’s an explanation for another day,” you mumbled, and Bucky huffed a laugh. “But it’s where people hang frames and frames of pictures; family, friends, pets, etcetera, and it fills the empty space. It makes it a home.”

You missed the cunning smile on Bucky’s lips as you turned back to the wall - for once, you were the oblivious one.

With the sound of grumbling bellies, you sat up in Bucky’s lap and declared it to be time for lunch. The table was full to the brim with food, and surrounded on all sides by family; Bucky sat at the head of the table while you sat to his right, Peter was next to you and Sam was at the other end, and Steve sat opposite you, next to Nat.

It triggered another memory, seeing everyone gathered around the table with eager hands and excited conversation. 

As an idea to introduce you to the wilder side, Bucky thought it would be a good start to host a cookout, just with him and the club and when the two of you arrived, food in hand, you had been swarmed by the guys and Nat while they gushed about how excited they were. 

The meal itself was much calmer compared to the frenzy of your arrival, adding in the drinking game that Peter had foolishly challenged Nat to, it turned out down right hysterical.

“Peter, you’ll regret it,” Steve cautioned, staring at Nat as he spoke as though he could dissuade the redhead from the challenge. 

“No I won’t,” Peter insisted. He walked towards the bar and Nat followed. The pressure around your waist made you look over at Bucky, his arrogant smirk only fuelling your trepidation. 

“Is he going to be okay?” You whispered, leaning into Bucky’s hold while he chuckled quietly. 

“Absolutely not.”

Battling a Russian in a drinking game would have never ended well, no matter who it was, but it was especially unfortunate that it was Peter; he was holed up in the bathroom for hours while Nat cheerily downed another five shots in his absence, nonplussed at how her blood was essentially pure vodka at that point. 

The chatter at the table reached a dull roar and it pulled you to your senses, and you cleared your throat loudly. It fell silent while everyone turned their attention to you. “I think we better dig in, guys,” you announced, gesturing at the spread of food heaped on the table. “We can do speeches later.”

No one needed to be told twice. 

Plates were filled to the brim and cleared just as quick, and glasses of wine and soda knocked back like shots. A quiet hum of indiscernible talk filled the gaps between the clinking of cutlery while many of them went back for seconds, and before long, everyone sat back in their seats, slouching and sleepy from a belly full of food. 

Bucky stirred next to you while you tidied your plate, preparing to take them into the kitchen when he placed a ring-adorned hand on your arm. “Wait a minute, doll,” he whispered and then he got to his feet. 

A hush naturally fell over the table when Bucky cleared his throat, and he met everyone’s gaze, one by one, until he looked at you. 

“First off,” Bucky began, smiling softly at you before he glanced at the glass in his hand. You turned in your seat and stared, your attention entirely focused on him. “I wanna thank you all for coming into my girl’s home today, you all know how much it means to her, to me.” A murmured ascent went around the table and Peter placed a hand on your shoulder. You placed your hand over his and smiled. 

“This year has been one hell of a curveball, both on us and as a club,” Bucky continued, furrowing his brows in thought. “We’ve had deals go south, many close calls, not to fuckin’ mention there’s been times when I came close to losin’ my shit.” Quiet laughter followed the confession and Bucky grinned sheepishly. 

“What I’m tryin’ to say, I guess,” Bucky hesitated, and you reached a hand out to hold his free one to give it a reassuring squeeze. He smiled down at you and kept hold of your hand while he continued. “I wouldn’t be sayin’ this shit if Sweets hadn’t come into our lives, for starters,” you giggled at his admission - he was always a softie, just deep, deep down. “But for a man that used to have nothin’, and now I have everythin’ I could have asked for, I’m grateful. It hasn’t always been easy, I’ve fought for what I’ve got every step of the way, but this year made me realise just how fuckin’ lucky I am.”

As Bucky spoke, he kept his head down. But when he finally looked up, his normally bright eyes were misted over and stormy, shining in the light of the room with unshed tears. 

The room was silent, but not of tension or bitterness - it was as though they were hanging on every word he spoke, unsure if what they were hearing was real. Bucky had always been the master of stoicity, an unreadable force that was violent in its unpredictability. Though, you knew. You knew exactly just what Bucky was going to say next and you felt that your heart would seize once the words were uttered. 

A wolf was always stronger with a pack, and what a pack it was. 

You watched as Bucky stormed into the clubhouse, his expression murderous in its hatred, its fury. “Church!” He barked, making Peter jump to his feet beside you, while the others strode into the room. Peter met your eyes briefly before the door closed with a thud. 

An hour later and after many muffled shouts, Bucky was the first through the door and while he didn’t look any calmer, he looked collected - a cold, calculating rage that turned your stomach to ice. “Nat,” Bucky said sharply, and her head popped up from behind the bar, a brow raised. “Watch out for her.”

“You got it,” Nat replied, abandoning her mindless cleaning to come sit next to you, your puzzle suddenly the most interesting thing in the room. 

Bucky glanced at you, blew a kiss, and stalked out the door. The boys followed, some holding shotguns, others glocks. It was terrifying, but at the sight, you finally understood. 

This brotherhood was a pack of wolves - when one was threatened, may whatever god they believed in watch over whoever dared threaten them. No one could hide from the devil, not for long.

“My family is everything to me,” Bucky said, bringing you back to the present, his voice strained with such intense emotion that was mirrored by everyone in the room. “And I love my family, more than anythin’,” he looked at you as he said it, and the dam broke. 

“Buck,” you breathed as he sniffled, and you stood up to embrace him, he let you hold him tight while soft voices made their agreement heard. 

“We love you, Buck,” Steve said while Nat nodded, a soft, adoring smile upon her face. 

“You’re the best, Boss,” Peter agreed, his own eyes misty with unshed tears.

Sam cleared his throat, his expression carefully clear. “We’ll always have our differences, Bucky, but we’re always gonna be family, ain’t no friends in this house.”

Everyone chuckled and you let go of Bucky, guiding him to his seat while he wiped his eyes. “I knew you had heart in there, Buck,” you teasingly whispered, just loud enough for him to hear and he laughed quietly. 

It was late when Bucky finally came to bed, following you along like a lost puppy and looking so out of place. You knew it would be hard, especially the first night, but you hadn’t expected it to be this difficult to get him settled in. 

“You ready for bed, baby?” You asked quietly, pulling free a set of pyjamas from your closet. The small mumble in reply was as good as you’d get, you thought, and you changed while he stripped his shirt off and sat up against the headboard. 

Following suit, you sidled up to him and wrapped your arms around his middle, while one of his came over your shoulder, the other rested atop yours across his stomach. “Wanna watch a movie,” you fumbled for the remote on the bedside table when you felt Bucky nod stiffly. “You’re all right, handsome,” you whispered. It broke your heart that he felt so on edge, but he had wanted this - you couldn’t refuse him. 

The movie started and the two of you shifted down the bed so you were laying down, your head on his chest. 

“I love you.”

Bucky froze. His body coiled in preparation to tear from the room for fear of rejection, but the admission only made your heart soar. You were floating - Bucky loved you, just like you loved him. 

“I love you, too,” you muttered, and you felt the tension in his body bleed away. You knew he had a heart, and here he was, exposing it for you to hold. 

And you would hold it, treasure it, as though it was priceless - because it was. 

You watched as Steve clapped Bucky on the shoulder, the others looking at him with adoration and reverence - a true leader, one who wasn’t afraid to show the cracks in his armour. 

“Okay, since Buck has started it off, it’s only fair that I go next,” you said, and all of their attention turned to you. With a deep breath, you grounded yourself for what was to come. 

“I never knew, sitting on the back of Bucky’s bike that day, that my life would change.”

It was silent. Their rapt attention honing in on your words just as they did for Bucky, but you caught Nat’s slight smirk. 

“I remember being terrified to sit on Bucky’s bike.” There were smirks and snorts of laughter at your own confession, and you couldn’t help crack a smile. “I hated Carol even more, for being right in the end, mostly. When Bucky asked me to put my arms around him, I could have died then and there,” Bucky laughed and grinned, that adorable nose scrunch made your heart skip a beat. “But, I never, ever, regretted it.”

The Marvel Cafe was a low hive of activity thankfully, and you made your way inside to find Carol. It had been about a week since you had sat behind Bucky on his Indian and he had taken you away, stealing your heart in the process, and you were determined to give Carol a piece of your mind. 

You may not have ever appreciated having a wing woman, especially while being so shy, but you had a feeling that Carol had changed your life. The woman deserved some gratitude, at least. 

“Is Carol in?” You asked the barista, searching for your friend in the dissipating crowd. The lunch rush was finally ending, you guessed. 

“She’s out back,” the barista answered before turning on her heel to stick her head through the open door just behind her station. “Carol, someone’s here for you!”

Carol spontaneously appeared, and her grin was full of smug satisfaction. “Well? How are things?” She directed you to a table and gestured for you to take a seat and you delved into the specifics; how it had been, how you had grown close with Bucky in such a short time, how you enjoyed hanging out and spending time with the club. 

“You were right,” you hummed. Carol raised a brow, a smirk growing on her lips. “About him not being as bad. He’s a good man.”

“You’re welcome,” she quipped, her smirk morphing into a wide smile, full of affection and a not-so-hidden jab of ‘I told you so’.

A beat of silence passed where you gathered more courage, before you continued. 

“I remember when you took me to a ‘bike meet’,” you pointedly stared at Bucky, but he didn’t look at all abashed for his white lie. Cheeky bastard, you thought. “We ran into that other club, their President and someone else, I think. It was the first time that I had been nervous. But,” you hesitated, the little nugget of information you were about to share exposed you. “I couldn’t help but feel the thrill, I was for sure scared something would happen - it was volatile enough.” 

“I knew I was safe, though,” you continued. “I knew nothing would happen to me. And I guess that’s just how it’s been since.” At your admission, Bucky smiled softly. “If I hadn’t jumped on the back of Bucky’s bike all those months ago,” your voice wavered and the tightness in your throat returned, when Nat put her hand up.

“Just a minute, Sweets,” Nat said, reaching for the glasses and the bottle of whiskey that Sam had brought. “I feel like we need a drink for this.”

You laughed and nodded. “I think we do too.”

Nat handed out the glasses, everyone holding theirs as their attention turned to you once more. 

“If I hadn’t been foolishly brave,” you continued, determined to force the words of gratitude out - they had to know, they had to know just how important they all were. How important Bucky was. “I would never have gotten the family I have today. A family, full of black sheep and misfits, that would drop everything for one another with no questions asked.”

You sniffled as a tear ran down your cheek. Bucky held your hand tightly, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles soothingly. 

“Thank you for everything.” Everyone smiled as you met their gazes, not a single set of eyes dry. “Thank you for being part of me, because I would be lost without the lot of you,” you looked at Bucky, meeting his eyes and staring into his soul, just as you always did. “I would be lost, if it wasn’t for you.”

“To Sweets!” Steve said suddenly, his eyes shining in the light. Everyone’s glasses raised in solidarity, including Bucky’s. 

You grabbed your glass again, and raised it. “No,” you said, smiling. “To family.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[mirandyficlists]

Hello there, I was wondering if there are any fic where Miranda is hangover and Andrea takes care of her. Thank you :)

Hey Nonnie

The ones you want are in the middle section of this list...

Drunk, Morning After & High or Drug use Mirandy Fics

Drunk

2 a.m. by reconcile  https://archiveofourown.org/works/48359401

A Mean Sleep by Politic X  **angsty*** https://archiveofourown.org/works/12445407/chapters/28321845

A Royal Whoopsie-Daisy by Petrichoraflora  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14621780

Addicted to the Thrill by Drippingwithsin  https://archiveofourown.org/works/1945335

Aftermath by Frenchflotus  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4232661/1/Aftermath

Befuddled by Cerumir  https://archiveofourown.org/works/43236015

Confessions on the Rocks by Teenybirdy  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12822478/1/Confessions-on-the-Rocks

Dirty Gin An Unlikely Christmas Story by Polgaria/wiserdachshund  ***Warning Nigel/Miranda**  https://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/1142193.html#cutid1

Disolving by Kyantid  http://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/1091880.html#cutid1

Drunk Haze by hp_fem_lover  https://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/1715134.html#cutid1

Drunk In Paris by Jassific  https://archiveofourown.org/works/12565024/chapters/28618348

Drunken Confession by fictorium   On her Tumblr Account

Duck Soup by The Raven http://www.ralst.com/storiesDWP.html

Farewell to the Flesh by Telanu ***Warning this is a Miranda/Nigel/Andy fic.*** http://archiveofourown.org/works/750398?view_adult=true

Good Morrow to Our Waking Souls by LazySunday 30  https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9542169/1/Good-Morrow-to-Our-Waking-Souls

Halfway by Surena13  https://archiveofourown.org/works/320331

I Love My Job by SLV1987  https://m.fanfiction.net/s/4823274/1/I-Love-My-Job

I’ll Let You Know (If you have to come and choose a name) by Fictorium   ***Warning this is a Miranda/Nigel/Andy fic.***   https://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/2011/06/21/

Intoxicated by LiteraryAssassin  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12901341/1/Intoxicated

It Happened One Night by Canonball312  https://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/tag/title:%20it%20happened%20one%20night

Kissable Lips by Grdnofevrything  https://grdnofevrythng.livejournal.com/184278.html

Make Me by Nemesisjk8  https://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/tag/user:%20nemesisjk8

Miranda You’re Drunk  by Writtensword  - Awesome fic no longer on line but I have it -  ask me for it.

Miranda’s New Addiction  Brithna/Ash_Mountain https://archiveofourown.org/works/1883352

Mixed Company by silentrevyrie  https://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/506865.html#cutid1

Mood Improvers by Jassific  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14229357

Not What She Ordered by silentrevyrie  https://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/594256.html#cutid1

Officer Miranda by Sporkmetender  Warning Triple XXX  https://archiveofourown.org/works/1830331

One Fine Day by Canonball312 http://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/164575.html#cutid1

Parties, Ball Gowns and um Desks  by archaicambiance  http://archaicambience.livejournal.com/

Stranded by Redscribe  http://ralst.com/Stranded.HTM

Tentative Offering by Minerva_ed  ***Angst***  https://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/1543364.html#cutid1

Thank Dogg For Small Miracles by MissDMonsoon  https://missdmonsoon.livejournal.com/5104.html#cutid1

The Ever Popular Staff Christmas Party by pinguissexy  https://pinguissexy.livejournal.com/1077.html#cutid1

The Night Miranda Was Plastered iamfree2  journal purged

The Other End of the Line by Bellatrix’sWeightlessTears  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11221010/1/The-Other-End-of-the-Line-Just-Might-Be-Your-Dream-Come-True

Tipsy by Emeraldorchids https://archiveofourown.org/works/38989758

What Are You Doing New Years by Quiethearted  https://m.fanfiction.net/s/5667058/1/What-Are-You-Doing-New-Year-s

While She was Sleeping by LadyOrlean  https://lady-orlean.livejournal.com/5865.html

Morning After

Mix Up by Surena13  http://archiveofourown.org/works/320329

Naked With a Santa Hat by Punky96  https://archiveofourown.org/works/13189605

One Fine Day by Cannonball312  https://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/164575.html#cutid1

The Shoe That Broke the Devils Back by MirandaMeryl  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6337439/1/The_Shoe_That_Broke_The_Devils_Back

What’s in a Name by XVnot15  https://archiveofourown.org/works/924576

High

Blue Haze by Chillyflame  https://archiveofourown.org/works/2673119

Hot Chocolate and Pillow Talk by Teenybirdy  https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12799592/1/Hot-Chocolate-and-Pillow-Talk

Save Me by Millie https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4776759/1/Save_Me

Secret Stash by aTouchofheavenlyLight  https://archiveofourown.org/works/15311277

When Aunt Mary Came to Visit by Zos https://archiveofourown.org/works/26219896

Happy reading

All the breast

XVNot15

[nikkilover-miraclenikki]

【 Miracle Nikki CN 】 Nikki Home Collection

【 Miracle Nikki CN 】 Nikki Home Collection

Nikki Home & Nikki Chibi & Visitor ::

P.1 :: House in Forest (绿野林中屋) / — / —

P.2 :: Dream in Flower (晨露花中梦) / — / —

There are no traces of falling plum blossoms on the snow, and a sigh of mist from thousands of miles away.

P.3 :: Blue Snow Pavilion (岚烟雪中阁) / Misty Snow (岚烟雪) / —

In a sweet afternoon, encounter the secret kingdom of cats.

P.4 :: Cat Café (猫王国的茶会) / — / —

P.5 :: Galaxy Serenade (星河小夜曲) / — / —

His Majesty King Royce will hold a Halloween masquerade party at Heika’s home, so be sure to come and enjoy it.

P.6 :: Castle Thrill (惊情古堡) / — / Royal Guard or Neva (王室护卫)

Christmas is coming, is it snowing in your city ?

P.7 :: Brilliant Christmas Eve (璀璨平安夜) / Snowy Night Gift (雪夜的礼物) / —

P.8 :: Maple Tearoom (枫院茶庭) / Sakura Daisy (樱染菊) / —

My body is shivering in the cold wind, my heart is in the poetry and distance of the blue sea.

P.9 :: Poem of Sail and Sea (帆与海之诗) / Little Sailor In the Sun (晴空小水手) / —

Collection :: Nikki Home

P.1-9 :: 1st — 9th Nikki Home

Type :: Pavilion

P.1-5-8 :: Long Term

P.2-3-4-6-7-9 :: Time Limited

Date ::

P.1 :: 12/04/2017…..

P.2 :: 27/04—03/05/2017

P.3 :: 21—27/06/2017

P.4 :: 19—25/07/2017

P.5 :: 30/08/2017…..

P.6 :: 18—31/10/2017

P.7 :: 14—20/12/2017

P.8 :: 12—21/01/2018

P.9 :: 19—25/01/2018

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[rattlinbog]

Books Read in 2023

(loved!, enjoyed, okay, did not care for)

January

Hangsaman by Shirley Jackson

The Hidden Palace (The Golem and the Jinni #2) by Helene Wecker

Ruthless Tide: The Heroes and Villains of the Johnstown Flood, America’s Astonishing Gilded Age Disaster by Al Roker

The Hummingbird’s Daughter by Luis Alberto Urrea

I’m Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy

February

Grendel by John Gardner

Our Souls at Night by Kent Haruf

Kindred: Neanderthal Life, Love, Death, and Art by Rebecca Wragg Sykes

Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Winters

March

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith

The World We Make (Great Cities #2) by N.K. Jemisin 

Just Like Home by Sarah Gailey 

Portrait in Sepia by Isabel Allende

The Buried Giant by Kazuo Ishiguro

April

Trickster Makes This World: Mischief, Myth, and Art by Lewis Hyde

Daisy Miller by Henry James

Washington Square by Henry James

How High We Go in the Dark by Sequoia Nagamatsu 

The Heartsong of Charging Elk by James Welch

The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame

Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

May

The Antelope Wife by Louise Erdrich

The Family Upstairs by Lisa Jewell 

Orlando by Virginia Woolf (reread)

Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg 

Beneficence by Meredith Hall

On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong

Ramadan Ramsey by Louis Edwards

The Book of Goose by Yiyun Li 

Daughter of Fortune by Isabel Allende

June

Factory Girls: From Village to City in a Changing China by Leslie T. Chang

Calling for a Blanket Dance by Oscar Hokeah 

The Crocodile Bride by Ashleigh Bell Pedersen 

The Japanese Lover by Isabel Allende 

What the Fireflies Knew by Kai Harris

The Last Runaway by Tracy Chevalier 

The Unredeemed Captive: A Family Story from Early America by John Demos

Tales of Burning Love (Love Medicine #5) by Louise Erdrich

July

The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse (Love Medicine #6) by Louise Erdrich

Four Souls (Love Medicine #7) by Louise Erdrich 

In the Dream House: A Memoir by Carmen Maria Machado 

Venomous Lumpsucker by Ned Beauman 

The Marrow Thieves by Cherie Dimaline

The Color Purple by Alice Walker 

At the Edge of the Orchard by Tracy Chevalier 

The Second Greatest Disappointment: Honeymooning and Tourism at Niagara Falls by Karen Dubinsky 

These Ghosts are Family by Maisy Card

Songs for the Flames: Stories by Juan Gabriel Vasquez

August

Lands of Lost Borders: A Journey on the Silk Road by Kate Harris

Pope Joan by Donna Woolfolk Cross

New to Liberty by DeMisty D. Bellinger

Cove by Cynan Jones 

Being Esther by Miriam Karmel

Boulder by Eva Baltasar

The Books of Jacob by Olga Tokarczuk

September

Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson

The Dutch House by Ann Patchett

Gut Symmetries by Jeanette Winterson 

Beheld by TaraShea Nesbit

We Don’t Know Ourselves: A Personal History of Modern Ireland by Fintan O’Toole

October

Those Across the River by Christopher Buehlman

The Changeling by Victor LaValle

Don’t Fear the Reaper (The Indian Lake Trilogy #2) by Stephen Graham Jones

Starve Acre by Andrew Michael Hurley 

The Children on the Hill by Jennifer McMahon

November

Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield

Shirley Jackson: A Rather Haunted Life by Ruth Franklin 

Fen, Bog, and Swamp: A Short History of Peatland Destruction and Its Role in the Climate Crisis by Annie Proulx

Natural History: Stories by Andrea Barrett

December

Lessons by Ian McEwan

Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein (reread)

A Vintage Christmas: A Collection of Classic Stories and Poems

Small Things Like These by Claire Keegan

Nights at the Circus by Angela Carter

[shatteredsoul1998]

Mostly regular...

Even here, some are still normal! At least, a little!

Lumpy Touch Mario-

This version of Mario began his adventures in Mario Land. He begins, and thinks he sees something behind him, coming out of a pipe. He goes down it, and after exploring. He sees a Toad, mangled up in the branches of something... Afraid, he rushed forward. He then finds Daisy. Or at least... It looks like it. After a moment, he feels intense pain, and passes out as a large monster is above him. He then passes out... When he wakes up, the monster and all proof is gone. He lips forward, not doing very good. He finds a mushroom, and apon eating it, pukes. He manages to stumble his way to a Toad Town before passing out, waking up in a hospital. After telling the doctor Toad about a dream he had, were he entered himself and saw some sort of creature, he is told that this is good news, as he is the chosen vessel of the God! The Toad changes form to what looks like a parasite, just as every other Toad in town does, and Mario begins running. He runs for a long time, and almost makes it to a warp pipe when he collapses, unable to move further, until a large vine like root shoots out of the pipe, impaling a Toad about to get him... He passes out. When he awakens, he is informed he was saved by someone named BARONIAL, and is promised they mean him no harm. Apon learning more, BARONIAL and the Toads caring for him are also parasitic creatures, however, they do not have problems with him, rather, the 'god' planted into him, as it is an invasive species around here. BARONIAL herself offers him protection, even offering to remove the god when it gets big enough. He agrees, and in doing so, makes power enemies, yet also very powerful allies...

(DOMAIN: MX's)

Luigis Day Out Mario/Luigi-

These two are an unlikely duo. A mentally challenged man, and a tired jackass brother. They go day by day, their mom having Mario take Luigi with him. Though not as decorated as the original, Mario now sports some tattoos, such as a flaming Dry Bowser on his back, as well as his pentagram hat. He is very verbally abusive to everyone, though he doesn't enjoy being physical. Luigi just wants to hang out with his older brother, being naive and loving. In private, on special days, Mario will take care of and show love to Luigi, though it is usually only on his birthday and Christmas. Mario smokes quiet often, worrying Luigi and their mom, due to him constantly being made fun of for his brother. He is very tired and quick to temper. Though he will never admit it, he was extremely worried the night that Luigi spent out with Daisy and Waluigi, and never let it happen again. The week after is still the longest time he has been nice to Luigi in years. Though a very uptight person, the only thing that can get him to let up, even a little bit, is when people he has never met compliment him. He has depression, though he talks about his problems to 64, who is always willing to lend an ear.

(DOMAIN: MX's)

I Hate You Luigi-

Easily one of the most aggressive characters to exist, to bad his only power is prolonged life. Due to jealousy over his brother getting the spotlight, this Luigi sided with Bowser to kill him, although failing terribly and ending up falling in the lava himself. By some miracle, even with his body falling apart, he survived. Ultra M offered to allow Luigi to become the spotlight of his own game, if Luigi only helps to defeat the demon. Luigi agreed, and although he finds it annoying Ultra M is in his brothers form, he enjoys spending time with Ultra M, because he 'sees Luigi for who he really is

(DOMAIN: Ultra M's)

Secret History Mario-

This dictator is another one of the more regular characters, however, he runs a dictatorship, instead of truly helping the princess like most. He is much alike to Mr. Sys, and because of this, Sys has made sure he gets more power than other beings in universe. He has a large army behind his back wherever he goes, most people who know him fear him. Ultra M convinced him to help against the demon with promises of oil and fortune. While a tyrant, he isn't completely uncaring to his people. He keeps them just happy enough to not try to overthrow him, while still keeping most all for himself. He enjoys the company of Mafia Luigi and often engages in deals and trades with him, though neither truly trusts the other... Enjoys a good cigar.

(DOMAIN: Ultra M's)

Mafia Luigi/Manipulated Mario-

Two sides to one story. It has been seven years since we have seen the brothers, and things have changed. The king of the Mushroom Kingdom, in all his glory, has declared that Mario and Peach shall not wed. And due to this, over several years, Mario has become a drunk. He spends most his time in a bar, drinking himself away. Luigi, however, couldn't stand to see his brother like this. He started an uprising against the king, making a mafia of Toads. He works day and night in secret to take down the king who has placed absolute rule over his brother and the kingdom. He gets money from many things, bodyguard services all the way to simple drug deals. His influence has spread to many worlds, including Sonics. Although not very strong on his own, he has a personal army, and all the power ups he'd need, even special new ones... Guns, tanks, bombs, and more. He is extremely smart, and for this, has been hard to beat. He has gotten most of his weaponry from Secret Histories Mario, and considers him an ally, though he doesn't have full trust.

(DOMAIN: Ultra M's)

[adreamthatsworthkeeping]

I am curious about this new trend of duel matches in these Christmas movies lately. Both friends get a guy, one just has the main storyline.

[latibvles]

SAD, BEAUTIFUL, TRAGIC.

beautiful, tragic // what remains.

fade me away, i won’t ever be the same.

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TAGLIST: @liebgotts-lovergirl , @softguarnere , @monalisastwin , @brassknucklespeirs , @mads-weasley

SUMMARY: Working as a third medic for Easy until further notice, it often feels like Daisy’s barely scraping by. She’s not the only one with such a sentiment.

WARNINGS: discussions of shellings , death , and illness

Daisy mastered the art of crying her eyes out and piecing herself back together in the morning with minimal disruption.

She cried more than she cared to admit when she was in training, during her early days. While it was a little different — loss tended to leave behind the same feeling. It was silent back then, and the next day she would spring up with the bugle call and keep it moving.

The plaster dust left tear tracks on her cheeks, though, and that was irrefutable evidence of the grief she succumbed to in the night. In the morning, she untangled herself from Liebgott’s limbs and wiped her face with her scarf to erase it all.

That morning she was brought to Captain Winters — and she and Eugene gave a conjoined recollection of what took place during the night’s bombing. She didn’t know if Dick’s decision to keep her was because of the advantages of having another medic around, or just because he felt bad. But he kept her, promising to get in contact with her C.O as soon as they’re able to.

When he smiled at her, Daisy couldn’t find the strength to smile back, but she nodded in acknowledgment all the same.

The day after that, Patton came to their… “rescue” — if anyone could really call it that. The men certainly didn’t, and she didn’t know nor care for Patton, so she wasn’t going to argue in his defense.

For the past ten days — she’s felt less like herself and more like a body on autopilot. Joe lingers by her consistently, like a watchdog — when he isn’t watching the line or carrying out an order, he keeps a careful eye on her. A couple of the familiar faces from her time in Holland seemed to have similar sentiments. Guarnere’s warm greeting after she spoke to Winters, admittedly, got a bit of a smile out of her.

“Ain’t this a goddamn Christmas miracle, good to see ya, dollface!” he’d called out, and she’d tried to smile — as good as it was to see him, it didn’t feel right on her face.

They didn’t ask why she was there, why she was the only one there — but they did ask about the other nurses. She was shocked to know that some of them could recall names, but she masked it and did her best to answer their questions.

If she was being completely honest with herself, she didn’t think that they took notice of the details — but several of them ask about ‘that spitfire broad, McCarney, with the curls?’ or ‘the real sweet one with the freckles.’ They tossed around their own anecdotes, making sharp jabs at each other in the process and laughing at their own jokes.

The jokes stopped, briefly, on the night of the 31st, when Joe took a hit from German Air Forces and Daisy’s hands shook terribly as she wrapped a bandage around his arm, trying to ensure he wouldn’t lose the limb. They’d exchanged swear words and kept their heads down, sharing in mutual anger and stress before they’d sent him off to an Aid Station in a clearing in the woods. Eugene was quick to look for her that night — she couldn’t blame him.

Now, her eyes flit towards him, a little ways away as the men dig in and she drags a tree branch to use as cover for hers. 

“Now what is a pretty little thing like you doin’ in a place like this,” the voice is accompanied with the weight of the branch’s back end being lifted, and she turns her head with a bit of an amused smile.

“Didn’t you hear? My fella left me all alone and I came out here looking for him. Found a bunch of little boys playing war games instead,” Luz smiles at that, eyes crinkling as he balances the end of the branch on his shoulder. He’d been doing that a lot lately — for a few days now, so long as they weren’t exercising noise discipline. A quip here, a line there, never meaning anything by it but not relenting until she gave him a chuckle or a smile or some kind of airy reply.

“Some kinda guy he must be then. Glad you’re joining our little war game, the other team is a bunch of real nasty bullies.”

“Hm, you don’t say? Well—”

Bang!

She doesn’t process it until Luz already dropped the branch, grabbed her by the arm and yanked her into a half-dug pit in the ground. There’s a heavy silence, and she shuts her eyes for a moment as Luz takes out his rifle, staring into the sea of white.

Daisy holds her breath, waiting for the cry of a medic or for artillery to rain down on them. It never comes. She and Luz exchange wild-eyed looks. Daisy snaps her head to the sound of rapid-crunching snow and sure enough — Liebgott runs up towards her.

“You alright?! I just heard—”

“Christ it’s Hoob. Doc!”

Daisy takes Joe’s hands, pulling herself up to her feet, watching for a moment as Eugene, still a bit a ways away, takes off towards the sound of the gunshot. She stares for a moment, on bated breath. Hoobler. Bigger ears, gap in his teeth, a little bit boyish and especially gung-ho. He’d just swept through, boasting about his newly acquired Luger.

“I should— I need to…” she lets go of his hands, taking off in the direction Eugene was headed, commotion growing louder as she approaches, but then abruptly hushing.

Lieutenant Compton, Lip, Hashey, Perconte, all hunched over the unsettlingly still body. Eugene looks up at her, his frown evident. Blood coats the snow and his hands, Hoobler’s leg propped up in his lap. Too late, she swallows hard, balling her hands into fists. Again. Compton looks at her with a hollow expression.

“Clarke, have you seen Lieutenant Dike?”

She shakes her head.

She now better understands the men’s frustration over their leader, or rather, their lack of one. Dike is hardly ever around and even when he is, it’s almost like someone forgot to tell him there’s a war going on. He yawns in their faces, goes on long walks and doesn’t come back for hours. Daisy doesn’t voice it, but she doubts that regiment is calling him away so often that he rarely knows what's going on in his own Company. 

She watches, for what feels like hours, as they load Hoobler’s ghastly pale body onto the jeep towards an Aid Station.

The silence is heavy that night. Wet coughs are the only thing that disrupt it. That, and the crunch of her own boots beneath the snow, although that sound is a little more faint in comparison.

She stops by foxholes, crouching by their edges to check in on the men occupying them, parroting the usual reminders to loosen their boots and dry their socks, the threat of trench foot looming over them. She doesn’t like the sounds of some of their coughs and she makes mental note of it — she’d rather not lose anyone out here to pneumonia if she could help it.

Daisy catches Lipton’s eye as she approaches. He’s wiping down the Luger, his expression a little far off before his eyes meet her own. In some other situation, she might’ve cracked a joke or smiled — but something in her aches so she withholds, opting to slide into the spot next to him, bumping his shoulder with her own.

“Feeling okay?” she asks, looking from the Luger back to him. He looks worn down. She can see it in his face.

“I should be asking you the same thing.” Lipton points out. Daisy shrugs, pulling her knees into her chest, eyes trained on the Luger. She didn’t think she could feel so much contempt for such a small thing, but she does. On one hand, she wants to snatch it from Lip’s hand and throw it into the trees so she never has to see it again. On the other, she knows it’s not what the spirited Hoobler would’ve wanted, so she doesn’t do that.

“Well you could,” She forces herself to look away from it, to look Lipton in the eye. “But you might not like the answer. And I asked you first, anyway.” Lip exhales sharply — it’s as much of a chuckle as anything, and he bows his head for a moment before going back to cleaning the luger.

“I…” He trails off. She watches as his brows knit together, as though he’s trying to grasp at the words. The cloth in his hand moves a little quicker, getting into the crevices. She can’t help but notice the red stains on it. The crunch of snow grows a little louder, Daisy lifts her gaze up towards the foxhole’s edge, and she bites the inside of her cheek to withhold the scowl that almost flashes on her face.

“I heard about Hoobler,” Lipton looks up at Dike, his arms folded neatly behind his back, looking off into the distance in some attempt at faux melancholy that makes Daisy want to strangle him with her frigid hands. “Shame…” Lipton looks up at him a moment longer, before clearing his throat and voicing his agreement, returning his attention to the Luger. Daisy’s eyes remain trained on the Lieutenant.

“That the Luger?”

“Yes, it is.”

“What’re you going to do with it?” Lipton looks back up at him, and Daisy’s jaw clenches. She wraps her arms around her legs a little tighter, once again thoroughly impressed with Lip’s patience in the matter.

“I don’t know yet.” he replies simply, before returning his attention back to it, giving her a quick glance. Daisy hopes that’ll be the end of it. That he’ll go back to his foxhole and save them all the irritation of having to speak to him at all. Unfortunately, it seems their dutiful leader has other plans.

“Where’re you from Lipton? And- And you, Clarke. Where’d the two of you grow up?” Lipton spares Daisy another glance, and as though able to instinctively tell she doesn’t want to be having this conversation — he answers first.

“Huntington, West Virginia.” It comes out quick and the entire exchange reminds her of when her brother used to placate her — when he was a middle schooler and she was still in elementary school. Answering to answer, not because he was actually listening as he tried to make sense of sixth grade math problems. She also remembers being a very annoying fifth grader. Dike still hasn’t looked at either of them, but his silence tells her that he’s actually waiting for her response, which is a surprise. She clears her throat.

“South Weymouth, sir. Near Boston.” She forces out. Dike hums, nodding to himself and puckering his lips for a moment.

“I don’t know them. Huntington. Or Weymouth.” She doesn’t supply him with a remark, neither does Lipton, but he keeps pushing forward with this conversation, as though he’s completely ignorant to the fact that his two participants are tired, and cold, and beaten down, and altogether unwilling. He stops directing his questions at her, focusing back on Lip. She wonders how he’s been able to stand it, she respects the fact that he has.

And she listens when Lip speaks about home, prying her stare from Dike (no matter how hard she stares, he doesn’t combust as she’d hoped) and staring at Lip instead, who catches her eye at times with a certain sincere softness to it. Touching upon his mother and his brother briefly, and when Dike poses the question of why he joined the Paratroopers, Daisy listens to his reply. The more she thinks about it — she doesn’t know Lip, and she didn’t know Hoob, not in the way she knew her own. Not like the back of her hand, and yet…

Dike walks away just as Lip is about to ask him a question in turn, and Daisy tries to smile sympathetically. It feels foreign on her face. She’d smiled that morning, because Luz made her laugh. She didn’t know Hoobler would die that morning. She smiled the night the hospital was bombed — she didn’t know she was going to lose Laura, either.

“I should get back to it,” she rises to her feet, about to pull herself out of his foxhole when Lipton hastily clears his throat, rising to his own feet and fishing through his pockets for… something. He holds it out to her and she takes it — or rather them. Gloves. Proper ones, worn in and the pointer finger of the right one has a hole in it. She takes them, and looks up at him. She can feel another lump forming in her throat.

“I saw you didn’t have any when you… came back from talking to Captain Winters,” Lipton explains, his voice soft. “They were—”

“Hoobler’s,” She finishes, hearing her own voice crack and almost cringing at the sound. Lip stares in silence as she pulls them on. They’re a little big on her hands, but they’re better than her current arrangement of shoving them into her pockets when she’s upright and tucking them under her arms when she’s sitting down. “Thanks Lip.” Daisy gives him a nod that he returns, and finally pulls herself away.

And yet, despite not knowing her in such a way that her girls did — the ins and outs, why she joined up in the first place, where she came from — they still looked after her in their own ways. Like she was one of their own. The thought is… equal parts welcoming and a terrifying idea. Because she may not know everything about them, but she knows they’ve got sisters and brothers, girlfriends, moms, all waiting for them to come home. And she’s being reminded, over and over again, that not everyone will make it home.

She doesn’t want another Hoobler or another Laura — a person who cared so much that she was just too late to save.

Pushing away the thought as she approaches Heffron’s foxhole, she forces the smile on her face, crouching down, and continues to check in. They’re looking out for her, and it’s only natural for her to do the same in kind.

[gacmediadaily]

Jill Wagner has booked another holiday movie for Great American Family.

The star of A Merry Christmas Wish and Christmas Miracle For Daisy will join Paul Greene (I’m Glad It’s Christmas, When Calls the Heart) in the new original movie Bringing Christmas Home. The flick will premiere as part of the network’s annual Great American Christmas franchise, which returns October 20 with original movie premieres Saturdays and Sundays.

In Bringing Christmas Home, retired military officer, now Military History professor, Caroline Upton (Wagner) is enlisted to assist antiques store owner, Russell Carlisle (Greene) in finding the family of WWII Army officer Orin Newton before Christmas with the hope of returning precious personal artifacts – Orin’s dress uniform, medals, and a stack of love letters from his beloved Alice who waits for him back home. Epaulettes and insignia provide initial clues, though the search seems to dead end when Caroline discovers Orin was captured and listed as MIA. Caroline and Russell then search the love letters for clues as to what happened to Orin and whether he ever made it home to Alice.

Executive producers of Bringing Christmas Home are Wagner, Greene, Brad Krevoy, Amy Krell, Lorenzo Nardini, Wagner, Mike Rohl, Jameson Parker, and Susie Belzberg Krevoy. Arielle Boisvert produces. Anthony Epp, Doran S. Chandler, and Bradley Goodman are Supervising Producers.

Mike Rohl directs Bringing Christmas Home from an original screenplay written by Casie Tabanou and Alison Spuck.

[inklingofadream]

Ink's 2022 Fic

It’s that time of year again! …. Almost a month late, because I was doing family stuff and also my brain and body strive every moment to defeat me. It’s time for a new pinned post listing out every single fic I published in 2022, for your reading (or rereading) enjoyment. To the followers who joined me in 2022, welcome!

According to my AO3 Stats, I posted 81,996 words of fic last year. That’s a 29% increase from last year. What the hell! It was spread over 22 distinct works. 

This post lists out everything I wrote, with descriptions that are somewhere between synopsis, liner notes, and sometimes an excerpt. Most of what I wrote was for TMA, but since that’s my most popular stuff I’m listing it last/under the cut. Wordcount and relationships (romantic or platonic, healthy or not) are listed, but check the AO3 tags, warnings, and notes, as I won’t be including the content warnings here. 

Star Trek: Lower Decks

Midnight Outing- 1.9k, complete, Boimler/Mariner/Jennifer; So this was one of my mutual gift fics last Christmas, and I actually ended up watching the entire series specifically to write it because it was what Ash was super into at the time lol. When ST:LD was announced I thought it was a lame idea (mostly because I’m immensely picky about animation art styles, I’ve dismissed… a lot… of shows because I didn’t love the art and ended up watching for one reason or another and been proven wrong). It was fun to watch, though! Though in a vacuum I would NOT have watched as fast as I did, the whole series in like a day and a half.

Malevolent

it seems a tiny miracle- 12.4k, WIP, Arthur & Faroe; finally, all my Shirley Temple knowledge comes in handy! Seriously, though, I’ve been so pleased with the reaction to this fic- I’ve been secretly observing every chance I get to see my baby cousins/run kids arts and crafts/etc to use for my characterization of Faroe and Little Archive!Jon.

The Locked Tomb

Ortus the Ninth- 1.3k, complete; Honestly I was SHOCKED that no one did this concept before. I know Ortus isn’t the most exciting character, but I feel like him being in the same position as the girls but even weirder, because he REMEMBERS what it was like to have peers and now he doesn’t even have one same-age archnemesis like Gideon and Harrow do has SO much weird depth to explore. Go read this, I had to hash out the meter in the Noniad to write it and it was a PAIN

The Magnus Archives

Jon and Gerry’s Fairy Tale- 7.3k, complete, Jon & Eric Delano, Gerry & Eric; This fic is an au of nature has taught her creatures to hate, but like… probably you could read it without if you’re just real hard up for dad!Eric fics. Or bb!Jon fics. This is probably my favorite of the fics I wrote various mutuals for Christmas last year, because I love bb!Jon and I especially love when he goes through a lot and comes out being brave and adorable.

your head caught flame (kissed your scalp, caressed your brain)- 2.3k, complete; Ah, the bad ending au to the cult au…. Had to have something to balance out the birdverse good(ish) ending au! Writing Desolation stuff isn’t my forte, but it was a fun experiment.

Dishonor- 4.3k, complete; Alternate POV for sutton’s lovely Stag Story. Writing Elias getting his karmic just deserts is always delicious.

Favor for a Friend- 1k, complete, Daisy & Jon; This was probably my fastest turnaround ever from “idea I had because I was half-conscious trying to fall asleep” to completed fic ever. Hopefully I captured the chills the idea gave me when I had it, idk.

A Different Archive- 1.4k, complete; I’m really proud of this one. It was for the TMA Minor Character Exchange and the prompts I got to fill were for characters I wasn’t really into, but the epistolary idea got me really excited for it when I came up with it. I do still have a half-finished Mike Crew character study I started first floating around my drafts, though.

Your Heart into my Chest- 9k, complete, onesided Martin/Jon; My other fastest turnaround, I was so obsessed with Sutton’s vampire februwhump fic that I HAD to expound on it and give Jon a little rescue. My favorite bit of lore that hasn’t really been picked up much, either in comments or sutton’s later additions, is that I was careful to imply that Martin’s father and the vampire who sires him are the same person. I never decided whether he was a vampire when he met Martin’s mother, how consensual their relationship started out… but if he was a vampire when Martin was conceived then that DOES make Martin his universe’s Renesmee. You’re welcome, I guess!

The Archivist and the Adventurer- 9 works, 24k, complete, Jon/Martin; I FINISHED MY FAE AU THIS YEAR! It took AGES, but I finally brought the whole story to the end! This is the thing I’m proudest of finishing this year.

and now i am a cereal girl- 2.5k, complete, Jon & Martin; My favorite thing about this fic is that it gave me a chance to mine my favorite song from when I was 3 for fic titles :)

10 In the Bed- fanart, complete; This is on AO3 mainly because it’s the only birdverse thing I uploaded this year :( I have 2 different drafts! Hopefully at least one comes out this year!

sitting pretty on the throne, nothing more i want (except to be alone)- 113k, WIP, Beholding/Jon; the origin point for the aforementioned birdverse! Honestly, that’s probably my favorite thing to come out of the little ol’ cult au this year- most of my favorite scenes either happened in 2021 or are yet to come! Stealing Dracula’s cowboy was fun, but as a writer it just can’t compete to the whump I got to do before or the reunions yet to come! I was really happy with the little farewell to Tim and Danny, though 

Dreams and Recovery- 3.9k, complete; Sutton’s The Mage of the Castle and the Mage of the Cavern has been bouncing around the inside of my skull since it was published. I have wayyyy more that I’d like to potentially do in that verse, but I was happy to finish this. The little bits of worldbuilding are a ball to fiddle with Also has one of my favorite sentences I wrote this year

Good things do not happen to Jonathan Sims anymore, but for a frozen, quavering moment he's suspended in the hope that Jonah will be there to smooth the worried creases from his brow and kiss him the rest of the way to wakefulness.

Little Archive-45.9k, WIP, Jon & Beholding; Baby Jon!!! And his best friends gerry and the eye. This might be the year i make myself my own little little archive jon + eye plush doll. I think about him all the time

Beneath the Stains of Time- 41k, WIP, Jon & Daisy; Just edging Jon up through every conceivable age group. In the coming year, teen!Jon is going to get to Go To School! He’s gonna have… well, not friends. He’s not very good at socializing. But peers! And escape attempts! And if we’re very lucky, we’ll reach the point in the flashback where he resigns himself to living with Daisy and the point in the present day where Martin realizes something is Very Wrong

in his hand the fire of Jove- 15k, WIP, Jon/Martin; This fic is like… 80% inspired by that scene in Peter Pan where Captain Hook traps Tinkerbell in the empty lantern. Jon is tinkerbell in this analogy. It’s been on a longer-than-planned hiatus bc of life/brain things, but it’ll be back soon!

[polikszena]

Ficlet Advent Calendar - Christmas at Downton

In this post you can find some ficlets from the previous challenges that are related to Downton Abbey. You can access them by clicking on the fic’s title.

Spirit

Fandom: Downton Abbey Characters: Daisy Robinson, William Mason Word Count: 767 Rating: General audience Summary: When she started working here, the sun was already up this time in the morning. Now it was still dark. Dark, cold and foggy outside. Daisy hated this weather; it made her want to stay in bed and not get up until next spring.

Miracle

Fandom: Downton Abbey Characters: Charles Carson, Elsie Hughes Word Count: 462 Rating: General Summary: On her way to her room on Christmas Eve, Mrs Hughes finds Mr Carson decorating the Christmas tree in the servants’ hall.

A secret admirer

Fandom: Downton Abbey Characters: Anna Smith, Gwen Dwason, John Bates Pairings: implied Anna/Bates Word Count: 717 Rating: General Summary: Returning to her room on Christmas Day after work, Anna finds two presents on her bed: one of them is from Gwen, but who sent the other one?

Outcasts

Fandom: Downton Abbey Characters: Matthew Crawley, Isobel Crawley, Edith Crawley, Cora Crawley, Miss O’Brien, Violet Crawley, Robert Crawley, Richard Carlisle Pairings: Matthew/a room where no-one is wrapping presents Word Count: 572 Rating: General Summary: Matthew Crawley cannot find a place to go on Christmas morning, as in every room there is someone wrapping presents. Notes: This one was inspired by a deleted scene from the Christmas Special of 2011 in which Matthew walks into the drawing room where Cora and O'Brien are wrapping presents, and seeing him they start to scream. I know this chapter is quite exaggerated (and probably wouldn't have happened), but it's all deliberate.