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Full Name: Reginald Richard Llewellyn.

Nicknames: Reggie, Reg, Redgefund, The Nald, Dundee, Reggie Smalls, R-E-double-G-I-E.

Pronouns and Gender: He/Him, Cis Male.

Birthday: August 10th, 1991.

Birth place: Cardiff, Wales.

Time in Aurora Bay: Consistently from 2003-2009, on and off beyond that. Currently he’s been in town for 8 months as of Aug 2024.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Housing: Seabrook.

Occupation: Late Night Radio Host for 100.3 Pirate radio.

Family: Richard Llewellyn (Father), Bronwyn Llewellyn (Mother), Griff Lllewllyn (Older brother), Cynthia Llewellyn (Younger sister).

tw violence, injury // @aurorabayaesthetic

Second born of the Llewellyn brood, it was almost like Reginald Llewellyn was sent to test everything his parents had thought they knew about parenthood. As soon as he could walk, he could run headfirst (literally, on several occasions) into danger. As soon as he could talk, he could spin a yarn. He had a big imagination and an even bigger penchant for exaggerating when he knew he would be rewarded with attention for it.

Where his parents and his older brother were academically gifted, Reggie was just loud. He liked to make a racket and to cause one, and he never stuck to a hobby for longer than a month. Drums lasted three weeks, football lasted two, karate made it three and a half weeks.

His parents always found his everchanging whims charming, though his teacher’s rarely agreed. Reggie embodied the word average as a student, never excelling but not failing outright either. From reception right up to Year 8, he carved out a place for himself as the class clown, gaining frequent reprimands and trips to isolation from his teachers. The move from Cardiff to Aurora Bay hadn’t helped much in that department, he was exactly the same from middle school and all through high school.

When the time came to start seriously considering college and what kind of life he wanted for himself after it, Reggie opted to take a gap year. That was how he found himself as a holiday rep in Ibiza from ages 18 to 22, with one year stretched into four in what felt like the blink of an eye, he knew that his promise to his mother that he would get a degree was just like half the things he said – empty air. He decided to travel instead, working odd jobs and making his way through central Europe on a series of trains.

By 24, he was trekking through Asia and supporting himself in much the same way. By 26, he was Australia bound. He spent a year and a half down under, living with his then best friend Street Smith, a California native he had met while doing necessary farm work to keep his visa. It was in a bar in Sydney in December 2018 where Reggie’s smart mouth finally caught up with him and a disagreement over a pool table turned violent. After hurling some insults at the Aussie who he had exchanged words with, he ended up getting jumped in the alley beside the bar while trying to stumble his way to an Uber, which resulted in a scar on his right cheek from being bottled and lingering issues with headaches stemming from a concussion he got during the incident.

That was the first and only Christmas back at Aurora Bay with his family Reggie ever missed.

Rattled in the aftermath, Reggie was forced to take stock of his life so far and whether he had really made anything of it. Living in the moment had always been where he was most comfortable, but the carelessness he usually exhibited was frayed by a genuine fear experienced during the attack that he might not see the next one.

Deciding to move back stateside, he and Street split rent on a shared room in Los Angeles where they spent time mulling what to do next. Over the years, both had amassed a decent following on their respective Instagrams from their travels, and the combination of the two of them sent both their engagements skyrocketing.

After creating a successful dual TikTok account in 2020, they decided to listen to their audience’s demands and began to work on a podcast together. FaceTime Your Mom was an instant hit, the name serving a play on the fact both of them had been terrible at keeping up with their families when they had been solo travelers. Clipped versions of the YouTube recording of their podcast went viral from time to time, and everything seemed to be on the up for the pair.

That was until their bust up in 2023, when Reggie walked out mid-recording of an episode of FYM and never came back. Street had wanted to recount what happened in Sydney as a storytime on an episode for months by then and each time Reggie refused and when he was blindsided with a mention of it mid-episode about an entirely different topic, he ended the podcast and the friendship then and there.

Faced with uncertainty that was entirely his own doing, Reggie decided his best course of action was to go home. He showed up in Aurora Bay for Thanksgiving 2023 and hasn’t left since. He briefly crashed at his parents before finding his own digs in Seabrook with his best friend Fletcher, and he’s recently started a new gig as the late night host for 100.3 Pirate radio.

PERSONALITY.

+ goofy, adventurous, spontaneous.

- indecisive, scattered, unreliable.

FUN ADJACENT FACTS.

FaceTime Your Mom’s vibe pre it ending was very The Basement Yard vibes aka two dumb bitches just telling each other exactlyyyyy except into a podcast mic JSHGFSGHJ

every episode ended with “and don’t forget, FaceTime your mom”

the intro of it was a snippet of a deliberately shoddy and slightly more upbeat cover of Facetime with my Mom (Tonight) by Bo Burnham recorded by Reggie and Street. They promised a full cover for the 200th episode but the podcast didn’t get that far

Was officially diagnosed with ADHD at 31, though anyone who knew him well could have told him that just by being around him.

The Nald was Reggie’s short lived rap name. He uploaded to soundcloud for three months at 17 and he’s haunted by his digital footprint ever since.

Put on a pair of crocs for the first time and never looked back. Got the name Dundee from how often he wears them.

Absolutely loves a fun croc jibbitz

Is the absolute worst when it comes to keeping in contact. Loses his phone often, will reach out on strange numbers when he gets a replacement one.

Terrible texter.

Excess energy to the max, gets very restless if he has to be still for too long.

Has a bunch of tattoos from his travels.

A chancer through and through, has worked a bunch of jobs he’s completely unqualified for because he can talk the talk and it gets him everywhere.

Lies about the origin of his facial scar because he doesn’t like to talk about what happened to him. It ranges from plausible (took a spill in someone’s kitchen on a drunken night and hit the counter edge) to absurd (got side-swapped by a bear, you should see the bear).

Has found a way to survive on 5 hours sleep a night, far from ideal but since his attack he finds it difficult to drift off unless he’s exhausted or baked.

His party trick is perfectly pronouncing llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllanty (longest town name in wales). it’s where his welsh fluency starts and ends.

truly believes wales will win a world cup in his lifetime (delulu)

his favorite song is Want That Old Thing Back by The Notorious B.I.G

had a mohawk for 2 weeks in 2022

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

roommate / best bud of @fletcher-bailey (and brother of his gf, cynthia)

spearheading the campaign to prove that aurora bay's own carole baskin merc'd her husband @yvonnesayler (no longer in game but still canon)

tiktok buds @jasrussell

reggie's somewhat unknown late night caller @delilahcarreno

best-friend's ex, (former?) friend of @macaulaymontgomery

long-term situationship @estherclements

sisterhood of da travelling lighter!!! @thevaleriaxortiz

high school / current friend of @priyaxdesai

gets mom friended hard by @themeixhuang / luna's personal colouring book with eyes

after midnight reef regular when @thecelestexzhao works

one night stand of @robinsantos

ibiza menaces with @peterbasara

sugar baby!!!!! 🤭🤑 of @the-nelson-quinn

next door nuisance to @laureljacobs

friend of @leomlarson

one time chauffeur of @maviscampbell

high school friend of @atticuscortes

friend of / one time co-host with @marivelasc

ex-boyfriend of @raelynnxyun

SPECIFIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

friends / ride or dies

a past serious relationship??? would need heavy plotting bc reg rarely does anything seriously but SJHGFSGHJ could be hella angsty and fun to explore and flesh out

frenemies/friends who only fuck with each other when they’re drunk and/or partying but on a normal day its like nah fuck you KJSHGH

connects he knows through his buddy fletcher

former co-workers / former bosses (he’s for sure worked some random jobs during prior stints of being in AB for longer than a week in between his travels)

folks from his travels!!!!! can be any sort of vibe, would love to plot out in full and can shift his specific location around to work hehe

people he’s gotten into fights with (he can be annoying as hell and never knows when to shut up and walk away)

ppl he gets high with (has some sleep issues following his attack and weed helps him to shut off)

mentor type vibe.

hookups, fwb, usual jazz.

GENERIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

connections wise he’s pretty much an open book right now, but some baseline ideas that can be springboarded off are:

friendly.

a best friend / ride or dies / close friends / childhood friends / pseudo-siblings / friends / drunk friends / new friends / former roommate / people he met on his travels / people from cali he was close to before he moved back home.

romantic

flirtationship / friends with benefits / one time hook ups / tinder matches / unrequited crush (can be either way) / exes from high school / exes from his twenties / exes on good terms.

antagonistic.

enemies / former (best) friends / exes on bad terms / frenemies / rivals / negative influence / people he grates on because he’s a lot.

#intro.

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Full Name: Reginald Rodney Falvey.

Nicknames: Reggie, Reg, Redgefund, The Nald, Dundee, Reggie Smalls, R-E-double-G-I-E.

Pronouns and Gender: He/Him, Cis Male.

Birthday: August 10th, 1988.

Birth place: Cardiff, Wales.

Time in Providence: Consistently from 2000-2006, on and off beyond that. Currently he's been in town for 3 months as of Feb 2024.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Housing: Bighorn Hills.

Occupation: Late Night Radio Host for 96.8 The Peak.

Family: Rodney Falvey (Father), Erika Falvey (Mother), Elijah Falvey (Older brother), Nikolas Falvey (Older brother), Cynthia Falvey (Younger sister), Rhiannon Falvey (Niece).

tw violence, injury

BIO:

Third born of the Falvey brood, it was almost like Reginald Falvey was sent to test everything his parents had thought they knew about parenthood. As soon as he could walk, he could run headfirst (literally, on several occasions) into danger. As soon as he could talk, he could spin a yarn. He had a big imagination and an even bigger penchant for exaggerating when he knew he would be rewarded with attention for it.

Where his parents and his older brother were musically gifted, Reggie was just loud. He liked to make a racket and to cause one, and he never stuck to a hobby for longer than a month. Drums lasted three weeks, football lasted two, karate made it three and a half weeks.

His parents always found his everchanging whims charming, though his teacher’s rarely agreed. Reggie embodied the word average as a student, never excelling but not failing outright either. From reception right up to Year 8, he carved out a place for himself as the class clown, gaining frequent reprimands and trips to isolation from his teachers. The move from Cardiff to Providence Peak hadn’t helped much in that department, he was exactly the same from middle school and all through high school.

When the time came to start seriously considering college and what kind of life he wanted for himself after it, Reggie opted to take a gap year. That was how he found himself as a holiday rep in Ibiza from ages 18 to 22, with one year stretched into four in what felt like the blink of an eye, he knew that his promise to his mother that he would get a degree was just like half the things he said -- empty air. He decided to travel instead, working odd jobs and making his way through central Europe on a series of trains.

By 26, he was trekking through Asia and supporting himself in much the same way. By 28, he was Australia bound. He spent a year and a half down under, living with his then best friend Street Smith, a California native he had met while doing necessary farm work to keep his visa. It was in a bar in Sydney in December 2018 where Reggie’s smart mouth finally caught up with him and a disagreement over a pool table turned violent. After hurling some insults at the Aussie who he had exchanged words with, he ended up getting jumped in the alley beside the bar while trying to stumble his way to an Uber, which resulted in a scar on his right cheek from being bottled and lingering issues with headaches stemming from a concussion he got during the incident.

That was the first and only Christmas back at Providence Peak with his family Reggie ever missed.

Deciding to move back stateside, he and Street split rent on a shared room in Cali where they spent time mulling what to do next. Over the years, both had amassed a decent following on their respective Instagrams from their travels, and the combination of the two of them sent both their engagements skyrocketing.

Faced with uncertainty that was entirely his own doing, Reggie decided his best course of action was to go home. He showed up in Providence Peak for Thanksgiving 2023 and hasn’t left since. He briefly crashed at his parents before finding his own digs in Bighorn Hills, and he’s recently started a new gig as the late night host for 96.8 The Peak.

PERSONALITY.

+ goofy, adventurous, spontaneous.

- indecisive, scattered, unreliable.

FUN ADJACENT FACTS.

FaceTime Your Mom's vibe pre it ending was very The Basement Yard vibes aka two dumb bitches just telling each other exactlyyyyy except into a podcast mic JSHGFSGHJ

every episode ended with "and don't forget, FaceTime your mom"

Was officially diagnosed with ADHD at 31, though anyone who knew him well could have told him that just by being around him.

The Nald was Reggie's short lived rap name. He uploaded to soundcloud for three months at 17 and he's haunted by his digital footprint ever since.

Put on a pair of crocs for the first time and never looked back. Got the name Dundee from how often he wears them.

Absolutely loves a fun croc jibbitz

Is the absolute worst when it comes to keeping in contact. Loses his phone often, will reach out on strange numbers when he gets a replacement one.

Terrible texter.

Excess energy to the max, gets very restless if he has to be still for too long.

Has a bunch of tattoos from his travels.

A chancer through and through, has worked a bunch of jobs he's completely unqualified for because he can talk the talk and it gets him everywhere.

Lies about the origin of his facial scar because he doesn't like to talk about what happened to him. It ranges from plausible (took a spill in someone's kitchen on a drunken night and hit the counter edge) to absurd (got side-swapped by a bear, you should see the bear).

Number 1 purchaser of counterfeit amethyst merch from etsy and aliexpress. amethiest shirt? owns it. eli falvey shirt in this vein? works it.

If you've ever found a janky looking fake amethyst shirt in a thrift store, reggie was the source.

Has found a way to survive on 5 hours sleep a night, far from ideal but since his attack he finds it difficult to drift off unless he's exhausted or baked.

His party trick is perfectly pronouncing llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllanty (longest town name in wales). it's where his welsh fluency starts and ends.

truly believes wales will win a world cup in his lifetime (delulu)

his favorite song is Want That Old Thing Back by The Notorious B.I.G

had a mohawk for 2 weeks in 2022

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

younger brother of @elifalvey

long term dl hook-up of @estherclements, on bad terms most of the time

brother-in-not-law / part time rival / part time co-conspirator of @draslihanxfahri-bailey

former hook-up / fake wife when he needs to get out of an entanglement / friend of @emelinecormier

schmokey tokey pal of @ayselkarademir

roommate / close friend of @fletcher-braley

chaos goblins in cahoots w/ @jeanieprabhakar

SPECIFIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

friends / ride or dies

a past serious relationship??? would need heavy plotting bc reg rarely does anything seriously but SJHGFSGHJ could be hella angsty and fun to explore and flesh out

frenemies/friends who only fuck with each other when they’re drunk and/or partying but on a normal day its like nah fuck you KJSHGH

connects he knows through his brother elijah

former co-workers / former bosses (he's for sure worked some random jobs during prior stints of being in providence peak for longer than a week in between his travels)

folks from his travels!!!!! can be any sort of vibe, would love to plot out in full and can shift his specific location around to work hehe

people he’s gotten into fights with (he can be annoying as hell and never knows when to shut up and walk away)

ppl he gets high with (has some sleep issues following his attack and weed helps him to shut off)

mentor type vibe.

ppl who call into the radio show, feel free to request songs and/or terrorise him nightly HSGFDSFGHJ

hookups, fwb, usual jazz.

GENERIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

connections wise he’s pretty much an open book right now, but some baseline ideas that can be springboarded off are:

friendly.

romantic

flirtationship / friends with benefits / one time hook ups / tinder matches / unrequited crush (can be either way) / exes from high school / exes from his twenties / exes on good terms.

antagonistic.

enemies / former (best) friends / exes on bad terms / frenemies / rivals / negative influence / people he grates on because he's a lot.

#intro.#providence.intro #long post cw #injury tw #violence tw

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troped-fanfic-challenge · 11 months

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TROPED: 2020!

Here is a list of all the TROPED Events in 2020! Click on the links below to go directly to the events’ posts, and find all the rules, asks, masterlists, and moodboards submitted during each event in the links below.

TROPED 2019 Events!

Check out all the previous events from the year before. You will find all the rules, asks, masterlists, and moodboards submitted during each event in the link above.

Chopped: Choose Your Own Adventure

In this version of TROPED, you make all the big decisions! What theme you want and what four tropes you choose are entirely up to you (though, you do have to choose off our list that we provide... sorry lol)! Choose a theme and four tropes from our list and write us the fic of your dreams!

Chopped Madness 1.0

Anonymous writers going head to head for the title of CHOPPED! CHAMPION!! Think March Madness, but with fanfic!!

Chopped Choice: Smut

Chopped Choice was such an awesome event, so we've come up with a few variations on the concept, and we'd like to start it off with Chopped: After the Kitchens Close, a Chopped Smut event!! This event is the same as Chopped Choice! You pick the theme, you pick the tropes, and write us the fic of your dreams, except, this time, make it smutty!!

Chopped 3.0

The Chopped Challenge will follow the same structure as the two previous rounds of Chopped, with three (3) qualifying rounds open to anyone and one (1) championship round. The first three rounds will each have a theme, and a ‘mystery basket’ of four (4) tropes pulled from our trope list!

Chopped: Choice Horror 1.0

The FIRST annual choose your own horror fic event! Spooky, scary, slasher fics, ghost stories, fall feels, you name it, we wanna see it!

TROPED: Holiday Trope Exchange 2.0

Welcome to our SECOND Chopped: Holiday Trope Exchange fic swap! If you're joining us for the first time this year, this is a double blind gift exchange for The 100 fandom where the recipient selects four tropes from our list, and their writer creates a fic with those four tropes fitting out holiday theme!

The TROPED Events Masterlist | All the Tropes!

You can find all the fics that have been written for past TROPED events in our Master AO3 Collection! And you can find all the definitions and guidelines for each event in our All the Tropes! post.

TROPED: FAQ + TROPED: Rules!

Since the rules for our challenges are all pretty much the same, we’ve created a rules masterpost! Any changes, additions, or event specific rules will be shared when the event occurs, and we will link the rules for all our events!

Check out our carrd for more social links and challenge info: https://troped.carrd.co/

#TROPED #TROPED: The Fanfic Writing Challenge #troped: events #troped: 2020

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brookston · 2 years

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Holidays 1.28

Holidays

Christa McAuliffe Day

Daisy Day

Data Privacy Day

Global Community Engagement Day

Gone-ta-Pott Day [every 28th]

Great Mental Health Day (UK)

International Lego Day

International Make Your Point Day

International Reducing CO2 Emissions Day

Jackhammer Day

January Revolution and National Police Day (Egypt)

José Marti Memorial Day (Cuba)

King’s Name Day (Sweden)

Love Among the Nations Day

Make Your Point Day

National Amy Day

National Army Day (Armenia)

National Film Day (Argentina)

National Gift of the Ladybug Day

National Kazoo Day

National Pediatrician Day

National Serendipity Day

National Spieling Day

National Tina Day

Number Please Day

Paul Jackson Pollock Day

Pop Art Day

Rattlesnake Roundup Day

Telephone Exchange Day

Thank a Plugin Developer Day

Welcome Home the Heroes from Iraq Day (St. Louis, Missouri)

World Day for the Abolition of Meat Day

Youth Climate Action Day (Indiana)

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Blueberry Pancake Day

4th & Last Saturday in January

Big Garden Birdwatch (UK) [begins 4th Saturday]

Great Fruitcake Toss (Manitou Springs, Colorado) [Last Saturday]

Local Quilt Shop Day [4th Saturday]

National Seed Swap Day [Last Saturday]

Yay Day (Sam & Cat TV Show) [Last Saturday]

Independence Days

Roschfallen (Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Agnes (Christian; Saint)

Alan Funt Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

The Apocalypse (Pastafarian)

Black Pepper with Everything Day (Pastafarian)

Charlemagne (Christian; Saint)

Cyril of Alexandria (Christian; Saint)

Ernie (Muppetism)

Glastian of Scotland (Christian; Saint)

John of Reomay (Christian; Saint)

Joseph Freinademetz (Christian; Saint)

Julian of Cuenca (Christian; Saint)

Margaret, Princess of Hungary (Christian; Saint)

Muhammad (Positivist; Saint)

Paulinus (Christian; Saint)

Thaipoosam (India)

Thaipoosam Cavadee (Mauritius)

Thaipusam (Malaysia)

Thomas Aquinas (Christian; Saint)

Thyrsus, Leucius, and Callinions (Christian; Martyrs)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [6 of 53]

Lucky Day (Philippines) [5 of 71]

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 5 of 60)

Premieres

Blue Valentine (Film; 2011)

The Duck Hunt (Disney Cartoon; 1932)

How to Be a Sailor (Disney Cartoon; 1944)

The Ice Age: Adventures of Buck Wild (Animated Film; 2020)

I’m Looking Over a Four-Leaf Clover, by Jean Goldkette (Song; 1927)

La Vie Commence Demain (Film; 1951) [1st X-Rated Film]

The Mechanic (Film; 2011)

My Cherie Amour, by Stevie Wonder (Song; 1969)

Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen (Novel; 1813) [#2]

Red Rock West (Film; 1994)

The Shining, by Stephen King (Novel; 1977)

Sullivan’s Travels (Film; 1942)

We Are the World, recorded by Supergroup USA for Africa (Song; 1985)

Today’s Name Days

Caroline, Karoline, Manfred, Thomas (Austria)

Toma, Tomislav (Croatia)

Otýlie (Czech Republic)

Carolus, Karl, Magnus (Denmark)

Kaarel, Kaarli, Kaaro, Kalle, Karel, Karl, Karli, Karro (Estonia)

Kaarle, Kaarlo, Kalle, Mies (Finland)

Manfred, Thomas (France)

Karl, Karolina, Manfred, Thomas (Germany)

Haris, Palladios (Greece)

Karola, Károly (Hungary)

Tommaso, Valerio (Italy)

Kārlis, Spodris (Latvia)

Gedautas, Leonidas, Nijolė (Lithuania)

Karl, Karoline (Norway)

Agnieszka, Augustyn, Flawian, Ildefons, Julian, Karol, Leonidas, Piotr, Radomir, Roger, Waleriusz (Poland)

Efrem, Iacob, Paladie (Romania)

Alfonz (Slovakia)

Tomás (Spain)

Karl, Karla (Sweden)

Edward (Ukraine)

Carlotta, Charleen, Charlene, Charlotta, Charlotte, Charmaine, Manfred (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 28 of 2023; 337 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of week 4 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Luis (Rowan) [Day 7 of 28]

Chinese: Month 1 (Jia-Yin), Day 7 (Bing-Wu)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 6 Shevat 5783

Islamic: 6 Rajab II 1444

J Cal: 28 Aer; Sunday [28 of 30]

Julian: 15 January 2023

Moon: 50%: 1st Quarter

Positivist: 28 Moses (1st Month) [Muhammad)

Runic Half Month: Elhaz (Elk) [Day 4 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 39 of 90)

Zodiac: Aquarius (Day 8 of 30)

#calendar #Holidays

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brookstonalmanac · 2 years

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Holidays 1.28

Holidays

Christa McAuliffe Day

Daisy Day

Data Privacy Day

Global Community Engagement Day

Gone-ta-Pott Day [every 28th]

Great Mental Health Day (UK)

International Lego Day

International Make Your Point Day

International Reducing CO2 Emissions Day

Jackhammer Day

January Revolution and National Police Day (Egypt)

José Marti Memorial Day (Cuba)

King’s Name Day (Sweden)

Love Among the Nations Day

Make Your Point Day

National Amy Day

National Army Day (Armenia)

National Film Day (Argentina)

National Gift of the Ladybug Day

National Kazoo Day

National Pediatrician Day

National Serendipity Day

National Spieling Day

National Tina Day

Number Please Day

Paul Jackson Pollock Day

Pop Art Day

Rattlesnake Roundup Day

Telephone Exchange Day

Thank a Plugin Developer Day

Welcome Home the Heroes from Iraq Day (St. Louis, Missouri)

World Day for the Abolition of Meat Day

Youth Climate Action Day (Indiana)

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Blueberry Pancake Day

4th & Last Saturday in January

Big Garden Birdwatch (UK) [begins 4th Saturday]

Great Fruitcake Toss (Manitou Springs, Colorado) [Last Saturday]

Local Quilt Shop Day [4th Saturday]

National Seed Swap Day [Last Saturday]

Yay Day (Sam & Cat TV Show) [Last Saturday]

Independence Days

Roschfallen (Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Agnes (Christian; Saint)

Alan Funt Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

The Apocalypse (Pastafarian)

Black Pepper with Everything Day (Pastafarian)

Charlemagne (Christian; Saint)

Cyril of Alexandria (Christian; Saint)

Ernie (Muppetism)

Glastian of Scotland (Christian; Saint)

John of Reomay (Christian; Saint)

Joseph Freinademetz (Christian; Saint)

Julian of Cuenca (Christian; Saint)

Margaret, Princess of Hungary (Christian; Saint)

Muhammad (Positivist; Saint)

Paulinus (Christian; Saint)

Thaipoosam (India)

Thaipoosam Cavadee (Mauritius)

Thaipusam (Malaysia)

Thomas Aquinas (Christian; Saint)

Thyrsus, Leucius, and Callinions (Christian; Martyrs)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [6 of 53]

Lucky Day (Philippines) [5 of 71]

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 5 of 60)

Premieres

Blue Valentine (Film; 2011)

The Duck Hunt (Disney Cartoon; 1932)

How to Be a Sailor (Disney Cartoon; 1944)

The Ice Age: Adventures of Buck Wild (Animated Film; 2020)

I’m Looking Over a Four-Leaf Clover, by Jean Goldkette (Song; 1927)

La Vie Commence Demain (Film; 1951) [1st X-Rated Film]

The Mechanic (Film; 2011)

My Cherie Amour, by Stevie Wonder (Song; 1969)

Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen (Novel; 1813) [#2]

Red Rock West (Film; 1994)

The Shining, by Stephen King (Novel; 1977)

Sullivan’s Travels (Film; 1942)

We Are the World, recorded by Supergroup USA for Africa (Song; 1985)

Today’s Name Days

Caroline, Karoline, Manfred, Thomas (Austria)

Toma, Tomislav (Croatia)

Otýlie (Czech Republic)

Carolus, Karl, Magnus (Denmark)

Kaarel, Kaarli, Kaaro, Kalle, Karel, Karl, Karli, Karro (Estonia)

Kaarle, Kaarlo, Kalle, Mies (Finland)

Manfred, Thomas (France)

Karl, Karolina, Manfred, Thomas (Germany)

Haris, Palladios (Greece)

Karola, Károly (Hungary)

Tommaso, Valerio (Italy)

Kārlis, Spodris (Latvia)

Gedautas, Leonidas, Nijolė (Lithuania)

Karl, Karoline (Norway)

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Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 28 of 2023; 337 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of week 4 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Luis (Rowan) [Day 7 of 28]

Chinese: Month 1 (Jia-Yin), Day 7 (Bing-Wu)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 6 Shevat 5783

Islamic: 6 Rajab II 1444

J Cal: 28 Aer; Sunday [28 of 30]

Julian: 15 January 2023

Moon: 50%: 1st Quarter

Positivist: 28 Moses (1st Month) [Muhammad)

Runic Half Month: Elhaz (Elk) [Day 4 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 39 of 90)

Zodiac: Aquarius (Day 8 of 30)

#Holidays

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siodymph · 4 years

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Hey Everyone!

This year has been insane but the rotbtd fandom certainly helped me through it!

So I made this playlist as a gift for everyone doing the Rotbtd Gift Exchange, and just the whole fandom together! You guys are all so wonderful and talented, and I wanted to make something to show that appreciation!

Thank you all!

And Happy Snoggletog!

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princesshawkins · 4 years

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My Secret Santa gift for @siodymph ‘s “RotBTD Secret Santa 2020 gift exchange”! :D

For @jewishicequeen ❤️ 🤗

I had so much fun making this! And it’s my first Big Four video :3

GO WATCH IT HERE GUYS !! ❤️😄

https://youtu.be/___MMyUBGkc

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❤️❤️❤️❤️

#rotbtd #riseofthebravetsngleddragons #rotbtd gift exchange 2020 #mericcup #jackunzel #disney/non crossover #disney/non disney crossover #hiccunzel #jerida #the big four #big four gift exchange 2020 #crossover #RotBTD Secret Santa 2020 #Youtube

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jewishicequeen · 4 years

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My piece for the ROTBTD 2020 Gift Exchange was made for @daylightnoir !

I hope you had a great holiday, friend! I didn’t know which one you celebrated so I decided to just be fashionably late to all of them. Hope you like it!

And thank you so much for hosting this event, @siodymph!

#ayala's art #rotbtd #rotbtd 2020 gift exchange #rise of the brave tangled dragons #the big 4 #the big four #jack frost #rise of the guardians #rapunzel’s tangled adventure #tangled the series #rapunzel #merida #brave #httyd #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #how to train your dragon

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hiccanna-tidbits · 4 years

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Happy Holidays, RotBTD Fandom!!!

Hello everyone! This is my Secret Santa gift for @siodymph’s RotBTD Gift Exchange!! Or a preview from it anyway--the full fic is actually much longer and is still a work in progress ^^;

I got @disney0bsessoid5150! I admittedly stalked your page a bit and it seems like you ship Jackunzel and enjoy angst, so I was just like ohhhhhhh yes, I can work with that!!! Truthfully I used it as a bit of an excuse to finally start on an angsty Jackunzel fic I’ve wanted to write for a loooooong time now. I think it’s approaching like...4 years that I’ve had the concept now?? Anyways, I guess I’m finally getting around to it! And I owe ya one for giving me an excuse to finally get up off my butt and get started on it XD

So I came across and really fell in love with the idea of icicle!Jack a few years ago, where basically Jack gets covered in icicles after his power goes out-of-hand in some way and like...double-freeze him, or Pitch does some shenanigans to use the icicles to make the poor boy even MORE isolated. Largely inspired by NightmareHound’s comic strips about Icicle Jack on deviantart as well! And of course my Jackunzel Trash brain instantly was like “Angsty Jackunzel fic??? Angsty Jackunzel fic??? Do I smell ANGSTY JACKUNZEL FIC???” as soon as I saw Icicle!Jack, so here is said angsty Jackunzel fic. The full first chapter will be posted on my fanfiction.net account Infrared-Ultraviolet soon!

Now without further ado--please enjoy this preview from my new story, Melting Icicles!

(Preview starts under Keep Reading marker)

The winter seems to last an eternity.

February is beginning, and some of the ice is starting to melt. Jack Frost treks through the forest again, heading for the creek.

Spring isn’t coming anytime soon, not on the Nightmare King’s watch. And if this means Jack Frost has to refreeze the entire forest and dump another 2 feet of snow on it, so be it.

He’s getting awfully tired of doing Pitch’s bidding, and although he admits it to no one but himself, he feels he could use some sun after all these months of dark. But if he loses the Nightmare King, he knows he will be alone again.

Someone who fills his mind with vicious whispers is better than no one at all.

The ice across the top of the creek is cracked and splintered in places, revealing water starting to rush with spring fervor. Certainly well on its way to thawing completely, if the late winter sunshine keeps up.

He spots a plump female rabbit a little ways down the bank, ears twitching and nose to the ground. She sniffs cautiously around the dead reeds and gingerly puts a paw down on the ice, pressing down as if to test it.

Seemingly satisfied, she takes another step forward, hopping slightly with her back legs so that her front half is now entirely on the ice. Jack feels himself tense up.

She wants to cross, he realizes.

The rabbit takes a few more paces forward, tiny, furred nose twitching as she goes. She takes one more step, and there’s a small snap beneath her.

“No, no, go back!” Jack hisses, feeling anxiety creep up in him like a brewing blizzard. “It’s not safe to cross yet!”

Frustration prickles at him as he watches the rabbit, willing her to back up to the banks. Couldn’t she wait until after he re-iced the creek to try and get wherever she needed to go?

The rabbit skirts the small fissure and continues on her way, albeit more timidly. Another louder crack sounds and she freezes again, nose twitching furiously.

Jack creeps carefully along the treeline to get a better look at where she is. The ice is nearly as clear as a window, and he can see the waves of the chilled stream rushing by below it.

It may as well be paper-thin.

The rabbit takes another step forward, and a crack spreads out in front of her, splitting and bifurcating like the branches of an eerie tree. The crevices grow and grow, scattering off to the side and spreading into a wide semi-circle almost completely surrounding her.

The entire ice cover is about to cave in.

No! Jack lunges forward, jabbing his staff at the thawing stream and sending a fresh wave of ice surging down it. The rabbit’s head turns and her eyes widen at the fast-encroaching wisps of blue-white. She leaps backward, spooked.

In one slow, horrifying moment, the ice gives way beneath her, and she plunges into the stream. Jack can’t quite put his finger on why, but the image chills him to the very bone.

It’s almost as if there’s a haunting sense of…familiarity.

Snapping out of his shock, he jumps into action. He slams his staff down against the icy creek, and it shatters like glass, fragments of ice spilling into the rushing water below. Crouching down, he plunges his hand into the water and freezes it into a thick dam of ice.

The rabbit lets out a cry as she collides with it seconds later, the wind knocked out of her temporarily. Jack scoops her up and pulls her out of the water, starting to massage her soaked, cold fur.

“It’s going to be okay,” he murmurs. “You’re safe now.”

He summons a burst of wind from his staff and lets it sweep across the rabbit, dragging the cold water away. The rabbit shudders as it passes, paws twitching uncomfortably.

“I know it’s cold,” he says meekly, an apology heavy in the words. “But you’re going to be alright. I promise you.”

“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep,” he can almost hear the Boogeyman saying.

Well, you’re wrong. I’m going to keep this one.

He starts to run his hand back and forth through the rabbit’s fur, trying to generate some semblance of warmth. The creature trembles, letting out a low whimper.

The shivers start small, nothing more than tiny tremors. But with each stroke, they grow stronger and stronger, until the creature is shaking like an autumn leaf.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’m trying.”

The rabbit jerks suddenly, starting to twitch and squirm toward the edge of his hands. He reaches out his thumbs to try and grab her, but she’s too quick. In one fluid movement, she twists out of his hands, toppling to the ground.

There’s a shock of red as she hits the ground, and Jack sees crimson lines rapidly beginning to form in her gray-brown coat. Places where his icicles grazed her in the fall, he realizes.

Not again…

“No, please…” His voice is shaking, becoming desperate. Frantic. “I want to help. Please let me help.”

He has to be able to do more than hurt. He has to.

Pitch has to be wrong about him.

The rabbit starts to drag herself away, leaving a trail of cherry-red in the snow. Tears brimming in his eyes, Jack reaches out and gently scoops her up again, careful not to touch the gashes.

Maybe I can at least wash them off before she goes…

The rabbit goes limp in his grip, seemingly with little fight left in her. For one horrifying moment, he wonders if she suffered the same fate as the squirrel, until he feels the shallow rise and fall of her breaths against his hands. His entire body slackens with relief.

“Allow me.”

An unfamiliar voice sounds behind him, and he turns.

The snow-melting girl from the clearing is looking right at him, long blonde hair streaming out behind her like a river of sunlight.

She can see me…

He expects her to shudder or wince at the sight of the coating of icicles, but she doesn’t even appear to give them a second glance. She steps forward, bare feet quickened with a sudden sense of urgency.

She kneels before him and sits on her knees, starting to wrap the ends of her long hair around his hands and the shivering rabbit in tight ropes. He doesn’t resist, too surprised to protest. He feels the rabbit finally relax against him, something about the touch of the girl’s hair seeming to finally calm the animal down.

Then the girl begins to sing.

A golden-orange glow glides down her hair, brighter than the purest amber. When it reaches his hands, a sudden warmth surges through him. A warmth unlike anything he’s ever known.

He leans into it, feeling like he’s stepping into the sunlight for the very first time.

“Flower gleam and glow Let your powers shine Make the clock reverse Bring back what once was mine

Heal what has been hurt Change the fates’ design Save what has been lost Bring back what once was mine What once was mine”

Her words are haunting, making him feel an emotion he finds he doesn’t quite have a name for.

The glow fades as the girl finishes, and she delicately pulls her hair away. The rabbit perks up, long ears sticking high in the air and nose wriggling curiously. The cuts on her side have completely vanished, any trace of red seeming to have been carried away with the winter breeze.

She hops out of Jack’s hands and bounds cheerfully away, eyes bright and eager again. In moments, the icy stream, the cold winter spirit hands, and the sharp icicles appear to have been completely forgotten.

“You…saved her.” He looks up at the girl in wonder. “From…from me.”

She shakes her head, smiling. “No, we saved her. I saw what you did with the ice dam. She would have drowned if not for you.”

“Only because I spooked her and made her fall in in the first place,” he mutters.

“Because you were trying to make the ice thicker so she could cross,” the girl says gently. “You were only trying to help.”

He scoffs. “Yeah, and look how well that went.”

Her smile widens, and Jack could swear he picks up just the slightest hint of a smirk in it. “She’s alive, isn’t she? I’d call that a net success.”

“Only thanks to you,” he mumbles.

He looks over her, and he finds his curiosity gets the better of him. She may be strange, but he can’t help but be intrigued. “Who are you, anyways?”

Her face falls suddenly, pink-purple dress seeming to sag like wilting flowers. “You mean you don’t know?”

He gazes at her, puzzled. “Should I?”

She stops and thinks on this for several moments before finally shaking her head. “No…no, I guess you wouldn’t.”

“How can you see me?”

She looks taken aback for a period before smiling sadly. For just a moment, she looks like she might be on the verge of tears.

She appears contemplative, like she’s choosing her words carefully. Finally she says, with the air of holding quite a bit back, “I’m a spirit too.”

“A spirit? A…Guardian?” He suddenly backs away, growing wary of her.

My replacement…

“Well, no…not exactly.” She looks away, frowning. “I help them sometimes, when they need it. But I’m not…one of them. I’m Rapunzel,” she adds, looking back at him and smiling warmly.

“Jack Frost,” he mumbles, not sure how to response to this entire situation. Never, not once in his 300 years of existence, has someone just…come up and cordially introduced themselves to him.

It’s amusing, really. Something that must seem so mundane to all the people he sees walking about the streets of the towns and cities he wanders through seems completely alien to him.

“I know. I’ve been watching you.”

He gives her a strange look, and she slaps her hand over her mouth, eyes widening.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…! That must sound so creepy! I wasn’t—gosh, I didn’t mean to be following you around! I’m so sorry!”

She buries her face in her hands, as if slowly realizing the size of the hole she’s dug herself into.

Jack can’t help but chuckle at the utter unexpectedness of the entire scenario. “I don’t think it’s creepy. Just…strange. I mean, why would you want to trail me?”

She peeks at him from between her fingers, expression shy. “I see those frost patterns you leave on the trees. They’re beautiful. I…did accidentally melt a few, though.”

She looks away again, embarrassed. He remembers her hand recoiling after touching his frost the other day, her gasp of horror. He thought she’d been appalled by the freezing cold…but perhaps she had only been dismayed she had started to melt it.

The thought that someone appreciated his work was more comforting than she knew.

He looks over her and something suddenly clicks in his mind—the ice-melting hands and feet, the flower-colored dress, the life-giving healing hair, the light green eyes. “You’re a spring spirit,” he realizes.

She smiles at him, shrugging. “I am, but…I think all of the seasons are beautiful. I love yours, too. I came out a bit earlier than I was supposed to so I could have a look at everything you’ve done. It’s gorgeous.”

If Jack Frost still had color in his skin, he’s sure he’d be blushing. How embarrassing.

He tries his best to deflect the compliment, smirking at her instead. “Oh, what gave away that I was a winter spirit?”

She smirks right back at him. “Oh, nothing, really. Just a shot in the dark.”

It’s a moment before it dawns on him that she hasn’t started to retreat after she finished her healing. She hasn’t apprehensively scooted away from the protruding ice spines, hasn’t eyed him with the same careful fear as someone creeping past a chained beast that could rip free at any time and lunge. If anything, she’s made herself more comfortable next to him—hugging her knees to her chest, resting her chin on her hands and regarding him thoughtfully.

She’s just naïve, he thinks bitterly. She’ll find out soon enough that all I can do is hurt people. She can’t fight my nature any more than I can.

Nonetheless, the girl seems kind, if lacking somewhat in worldly wisdom. He hates the thought of anything bad happening to her.

“I’m surprised you let yourself get so close,” he says, the implied warning clear in his voice. “You know…considering all this.”

He gestures at his torso, sweeping a hand in front of his lower chest to show off an especially honed row of icicles. Rapunzel seems unfazed.

“I’m not worried,” she says nonchalantly. “I think I can manage to not get close enough to jab myself.”

“But what if I got closer to you?” he retorts. “What if I attacked you? You know, getting cut with these, it wouldn’t be…” He trails off, unsure what he’s trying to say. “Just…you shouldn’t trust so easily, Rapunzel. I could hurt you.”

She shrugs, looking almost annoyingly unperturbed. Smiling, she holds up a lock of blonde hair.

“I have this, remember? I think I can handle myself fine. Besides…” Her eyes soften. “You don’t seem like the type who wants to hurt people. You just seem…lonely. And sad.”

He bristles suddenly, alarmed. This girl he barely knows, who he met mere minutes ago…how had she pegged him so entirely?

“How can you know that?” he asks, unable to keep the edge out of his voice.

She smiles again, and this time, there’s something bittersweet about it. “Well…if you wanted to hurt people, you wouldn’t try and make the winter beautiful just because you can. You’d make it angry, destructive. But you wouldn’t find ways to make it into art.”

He sighs, looking away. “Those gashes on the rabbit…you know those were because of me, right? I…I didn’t mean to hurt her, but stuff like that just…happens, if you’re around me. When I try to help.”

“But you were trying to help,” she says, without missing a beat. “And that’s what matters to me.”

“So stupid,” Pitch whispers in his mind. “So tragically, trustingly stupid. People who try to see the good in monsters are only going to get devoured in the end. When she succumbs to some tragic demise, there will be nothing to blame but her own bleeding-hearted naivety.”

She makes no move to distance herself from him. No move to flee from the obvious danger. If anything…he swears he can see her inching closer.

He looks back at her, eyes growing as cold as the ice he trails throughout the forest.

“You’re making a mistake,” he says harshly. “It’s not safe around me. You want to end up like…”

Like the squirrel?

He stops short, finding himself reluctant to spill the details of the incident…no matter how relevant.

Perhaps, he finds himself thinking, she doesn’t need to know. Not yet.

Idiot. Of course she needs to know. How else will she see what abominations you’re capable of?

“…marred like that rabbit?” he says instead.

Of course you pick the story with the happy ending. Of course you pick the comparison that could persuade her to stay. What on earth makes you think she’d want to, anyhow?

“I’ll take my chances,” she says softly.

Jack hates himself for the unadulterated exhilaration that courses through him.

What the hell is wrong with you?! You shouldn’t want her to stay! She’ll get impaled in the end somehow, and it’ll be all your fault…

“You look like you need a friend, Jack Frost,” she adds, eyeing him sympathetically. “No one deserves to be alone.”

He thinks of a man cloaked in black, and he looks away guiltily.

“I do have a friend,” he argues. “And he says…he says no one else would want to be my friend. He hasn’t been proven wrong yet.”

She scowls deeply—an expression that looks almost amusingly out-of-place on such an innocent, serene face, he thinks.

“That doesn’t sound like a very good friend, if he tells you things like that,” she retorts.

He shrugs, trying his best to look indifferent. “It’s all I know. It’s better than being alone.”

“Well, then maybe it’s time for you to know something better.” She brightens up again, the frown flitting away as quickly as it had come. “You think you could use another friend?”

She gazes expectantly at him with those big green eyes of hers, and he feels a prick of annoyance at how convincing she’s being. It’s an offer that’s hard to refuse, he has to admit.

In a heartbeat, the Nightmare King is back, whispering doubts into his mind. Telling him it’ll only end in disappointment and abandonment and being alone once again.

For once, Jack ignores it.

“It’s at your own risk,” he says simply.

“I can live with that.” Rapunzel shrugs. “Will I see you again?”

His lips, long-since blue and frosted over, form the tiniest hint of a smile. “I think you will.”

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angryinternetduck · 3 years

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[not my pic] Hello and welcome to 2.7k words of pure angst! This doesn’t really have a purpose lol but it’s sad and angsty and features 2020 Brits Harry so why not!!! Have some depressed Harry, angelic reader, and yellow suits. Featuring Harry Styles x famous!reader. Inspired by Woman by Harry Styles, It Isn’t Right by the Platters, and When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars (which should give you an idea of just how angsty this is lmao).

The first time he met you, Harry was wearing a yellow suit. The first thing you said to him was a compliment about it. That suit sparked a conversation, and that conversation sparked an interest, and that interest sparked the best two years of Harry’s life.

If Harry said he hadn’t thought about that suit while preparing for the 2020 Brits, he’d be lying.

The chatter of the table he’s at isn’t boring by any means, but it’s not anywhere near captivating enough to keep Harry’s attention on the conversation and off of you. He heard about your new boyfriend, of course - who hasn’t - but this is your first public appearance together and Harry is having just a little bit of trouble breathing.

It’s been four months. Four months since you broke up, three since the news went public.

As far as the public knew, the separation was mutual. As a brand new artist, you needed to take a second to find yourself as a person. As Harry Styles, the man the myth the legend, Harry needed to focus on his next album and possible future acting career. He also supported you in your decision, and knew that the two of you would, of course, remain the best of friends.

Most of that’s true. You only just released your second album - which is doing spectacularly, of course - and Harry really does need to get this next album done. But it wasn’t mutual. Harry doesn’t think any of his break ups have been truly mutual. You broke up with him. There isn’t really any getting around it. Not that the public has to know.

The problem is that Harry understands why you broke up with him. As heartbreaking as it is, he realizes what he did. He knows that he wasn’t a good boyfriend. He doesn’t really have an excuse, either; he can explain away his faults all he wants, but at the end of the day, you’re just too good for him.

Which makes it all the more depressing to watch you positively glow without him.

Part of him wants to go over and beg for your forgiveness. He wants to walk over and get on his knees and say, I love you with all my heart and I’ll never make another mistake again and I’ll love you forever and ever, please, please take me back, I’ll do anything.

Another part of him loves you too much to do that. Maybe you’re meant to be with this new guy. Maybe he’s your one, your only, the one worthy of all your love and attention. Maybe he’ll make you happy in ways Harry never did.

Because really, all Harry wants is for you to be happy. He wants you to glow like this all the time, to forget the feeling of sadness, to never cry a single tear again. He wants the only pain you ever feel to be an ache in your cheeks from all your smiling.

He just wishes he could be the one putting that smile on your face.

One thing he’s noticed is that your happiness seems to coincide directly with his. Whenever you’re happy, he’s happy. Not at the moment, actually, because you seem happy as a clam and Harry feels like his chest is caving in on itself, but whenever Harry thinks “happiness,” he thinks of moments with you. Of moments when you were happy. Moments when you were happy because of him, with him, for him.

He surprised you with a picnic one year for your birthday. He went all out, spreading a blanket down and everything, and the two of you drank wine, ate sandwiches and snacks out of a picnic basket, and talked in Harry’s back yard until after the sun came up.

Whenever Harry thinks “happiness,” that is the moment that pops into his head.

It wasn’t a loud sort of happiness, either. It wasn’t a bouncing on top of the world, adrenaline rushing through his blood, head pounding with excitement and joy and energy sort of happiness. He wasn’t breathless or wide eyed or buzzing with emotion.

No, this was a quiet happiness. It was the very definition of content. It was your head on his shoulder, your hand intertwined with his, your whispers of, “I love you,” the soft kisses exchanged as the sun set and the stars began to twinkle into the sky. It was your giggles at his jokes, your eyes brighter than the moon, softer than the wispy clouds suspended in air.

Harry’s getting a hollow ache in his chest just thinking about it. It hurts, really, because each of those memories, those days, those nights, carved a little hole in him and filled him with love and adoration and the purest happiness anyone’s ever experienced in the history of the world.

Now that you’re gone, that happiness has disappeared and all that’s left is a hollow, empty pit.

Since you’ve been gone, other memories have started creeping out of the shadows. These are different memories, memories of Harry’s failure and your disappointment and nights spent apart and tears sliding down your cheeks.

The problem with these memories is that it’s not a specific memory. It’s not one singular memory that Harry can turn over and over in his head and decide what went wrong. It’s not one thing that Harry can think about and solidify and apologize for.

It’s a whole bunch of things. It’s all the nights spent at the studio instead of with you. It’s all the last minute anniversary gifts and half hearted, distracted dinners, and all the forgetting of events and details. It’s the gradual falling away of random weeknight flowers, it’s the slow decline of hidden poems around the house he set out for you to find.

Well, maybe there is one thing. It might have been that one date night he cancelled. It was at the very end, during the knowing glances after frequent fights, after the slow, painful descent into acceptance but before the official conversation.

Dancing with the Stars had come on TV one night.

“Hey, I’m a star,” you murmured to him, curled up against him on the couch.

“Got that right,” Harry hummed, and you smiled up at him, and that smile made this night one of the good memories. “It should be just us two,” you told him, watching the pairs made up of one professional dancer and one celebrity dance on screen. “No professional.”

You giggled. “Yeah, we’re too good for them anyway.”

You took to dancing around the house after that night. Your dancing always brought a smile to Harry’s face. Funny how all you had to do was twirl, laugh, smile, breathe, and Harry would want to smother you in kisses and gift you his entire heart.

Sometimes you managed to rope him into it. Often you wouldn’t. Often, Harry would wake up to soft music playing in the kitchen, and he would walk in and see you dancing. He’d sip his coffee, and you would spin around and make up fancy footwork, and Harry would grin and blow you kisses and whisper, “I love you.”

He offered to take you dancing one night. He lay next to you in bed and traced his fingertips over your cheeks, lips, nose, and told you all about the night the two of you would have. He talked about live music and warm food and twinkling stars and dancing. You closed your eyes and smiled and hummed one of his songs, and Harry kissed you.

Then he got busy at the studio on the night you decided on. He stayed long. He called you. You didn’t pick up, because you were in the shower, getting ready for you big night. And you didn’t see the voicemail until after you were ready, until after you were sitting on the couch waiting for him, and when you saw the voicemail you jumped up because you didn’t look at the time it was sent, and you thought the voicemail was him calling because he was outside to pick you up.

You weren’t crying when he arrived at home. You just had a quiet sort of disappointment in your eyes, one that was almost more painful than tears, because this look told Harry that some part of you expected this. Harry didn’t look particularly guilty because he hadn’t realized how excited you were. He thought you probably didn’t even get ready. He thought you’d say, “Aw, well,” and move on.

He didn’t think he’d find you on the sofa, dressed in the most beautiful summer dress he’d ever seen, looking like an angel with a broken wing. He never dreamed you’d be so upset, never dreamed he’d be the reason for you being so upset.

That was the night he realized he was nothing but a mortal man in the presence of an angel.

An actual, real live angel.

An actual, real live angel who was losing her glow because of him.

Harry takes a miserable sip of his drink and tries to involve himself in the conversation happening around him. It doesn’t work. The noise level in the room is almost headache inducing, but somehow Harry can still pick out your laugh through the chatter.

He thinks, for a moment, that he’d like a shot of that laughter. He’d like to bathe in your happiness just once more. Maybe that’s all the closure he needs. A gasp of fresh air after what seems like eons of suffocating loneliness.

Then Harry thinks he sounds pathetic even in his own head and he excuses himself from his table. He walks almost blindly through the halls without even a semblance of an idea as to where he’s going. It’s quiet out here, at least, and he can clear his head, and take a breath, and maybe -

"Hey.”

Harry freezes.

For a moment, he thinks he’s imagining things. Then he turns around, and as it happens, he’s not.

There you are, in all your glory, a hesitant smile on your lips. You’re wearing a lavender dress. It fits you perfectly, makes you look like you’re floating off the ground, and Harry wants to cry because it matches his bow perfectly and that wasn’t even planned and goddammit, universe, that’s just salt in a gaping wound.

“Nice suit,” you say, and now your smile looks more sad than hesitant, and Harry feels the tears building in his throat because you remember too, of course you do, and Harry opens his mouth to reply but he can’t get his words out and now he’s on the verge of tears not only because he’s sad but also because he’s embarrassed.

“Thanks,” Harry finally chokes out.

“You’re welcome.”

The corridor suddenly feels long and empty and silent.

“Heard Feather on the radio the other day,” you say.

Feather. One word, a million memories shifting through Harry’s head faster than lightning.

A gifted necklace, filled notebooks, picked out notes, hummed melodies. Murmured lyrics in ears in early mornings. Night after night in the studio, together. Rubbish takeaway food, in the studio, together. Laughter over everything and nothing. Falling over each other in the booth, soft sighs and blissful gasps replacing giggles and shrieks of amusement. Late, late nights, together. Hearing it on the radio for the first time, together, almost driving off the road because of the excitement.

Hearing it on the radio last time, alone, almost driving off the road because of the stab of grief.

Harry’s not sure what to say to that. What do you expect him to? Oh, great, me too, fantastic song, innit? So he pauses for a moment and then replies, “We should make a sequel.” That gets a laugh out of you, and the thought strikes Harry to bottle it up and wear it in a little bottle around his neck.

“That would be something, huh?” you say.

“Call me,” Harry says. “I’ll book a studio.”

You smile. “Yeah, sure.”

“Don’t forget,” Harry tells you.

“I won’t,” you say, and there’s a beat of silence. Your smile fades as you look at him, as he looks at you, and Harry looks away because your smile’s about to disappear completely and Harry doesn’t think he could stand being the cause of your smile disappearing one more time.

You clear your throat. “Alright, well… Expect that call.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll see you around, H,” you say.

“See ya.”

You turn around and walk away. Float away. Fly away.

Again.

Flight, Harry thinks, watching you go. That’s what the sequel would be called. Feather. Flight.

You wore a white dress the first time the two of you performed it live. It’s such a love song. It’s the sappiest shit ever written by anyone in the entire world. If anyone else had written it, Harry would’ve rolled his eyes and said, Bullshit.

But it wasn’t. The song wasn’t, the love wasn’t, nothing was. It was the complete opposite. As pure and true as love could possibly be. Which makes it all the more painful that Harry couldn’t keep his shit together enough for you.

That’s another one of the Happy Memories: that first time performing together. You in your white dress, Harry in a silver, shimmering suit. The two of you did a whole choreography; you messed up every other move and Harry tripped over his own feet quite a few times, but the effort was there. The combination of the overwhelming yet familiar excitement of being on stage and the otherworldly bliss of simply being in your presence is a feeling Harry will never forget.

The air in the hallway grows heavier and heavier with each passing second.

Harry should get back to his table.

He starts to walk. He peers up at the ceiling as he does, hands locked behind his back, deep in thought. People are cheering out in the main room. Harry listens to the noise and closes his eyes, trying to shut his brain off.

The fans, he remembers, were devastated upon hearing the news of your breakup. It was kept quiet long enough that the questions and concerns weren’t particularly invasive, but it still hurt. It hurt like hell. It was ripping off the bandaid of the first month and poking and prying at the wound until Harry cried onstage and ducked out of an interview and missed a show.

Feather was taken off the setlist.

Once, during a lull in a show, the audience began to sing it. That was kind of strange. Harry looked up at the bright lights and swaying figures and heard his song, your song, being sung back to him by hundreds of strangers. It occurred to him, then, that it was not, in reality, your song. By that point, it meant something to other people as well.

That was very strange.

Harry ended up strumming out the chords for them. He smiled when the audience grew louder.

He heard later that the exact same thing happened to you. It was a few nights later, maybe the next week, and there were some technical issues. In the quiet, the fans began to sing Feather. You joined in just a second later, adding in your bit of the choreography.

Harry tried his hardest not to watch the footage, he really did, but he couldn’t help it.

He cried a lot that night.

When he finally makes it back to the main room, you’re situated under your new boyfriend’s arm, smiling brilliantly. Harry looks away as he sits down and downs the last of his drink. He grins at whoever’s talking at his table and shuts off his brain.

At the end of the night, through an alcohol- and exhaustion-muddled haze, Harry spots you by the door. He sweeps you up and plants a big messy kiss on your cheek, which you return with giggles and a kiss of your own. Harry leaves the 2020 Brits with two lipstick prints on him.

Despite the pictures splattered everywhere the next morning, Harry feels an air of contentment.

It’s done, he thinks, taking a deep breath. It’s done, and that’s good.

Because really, nothing gold can stay.

Not even the gold of a yellow suit.

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ummm... yeah lol. hope u liked it...? lskdjf anyway there's that.

thx for reading! a reblog and some feedback would be fantastique!!!!

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lambourngb · 3 years

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Day 2: AU get me out of here - places to go when canon is complicated

It’s Day 2 for @roswellnewmexicocreate, time to celebrate those stories that I turn to when I can’t deal with canon, or when I don’t have the emotional energy to untangle all the emotions I have for what’s going on in canon. Alternative universes, the safe harbor for us. Below are a mix of rewrites of canon, remixes of canon, or out right not even set in Roswell- to fill every type distance you want from canon- from near to far.

and the howl of the desert carries me home by @christchex/ @michaels-blackhat (4,334) Alex runs into the desert to escape from his father with his guitar clutched to his chest. He plans to spend one last night playing before his father destroys it. Instead, he meets a cute boy with flowers in his curly hair and a lizard on his shoulder. He exchanges a song for a smile.

why i like it: I love everything about this story. Michael is totally a disney princess, and what a lovely way to save him from foster homes, but have him run away to the desert and use his alien powers to build his own little protective world. Looping in Nora’s plant powers like that, giving Michael a little animal friend, I love it all, but the show stealer is Alex Manes, playing music to coax the mystery boy out. It’s just incredibly soft.

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Heartbeat series by @adiwriting (133,000 - in progress) During the lost decade, Alex gets Michael pregnant and Michael doesn't see or hear from him again for the next four and a half years. When Alex comes back to town, he discovers he has a daughter with Michael and they all have to figure out how to be a family.

why i like it: it has it all, installments with angst, installments with fluff, I can find whatever mood I am in by just pouring over this incredible series. I really don’t even like mpreg, but in RNM, with aliens it seems a little more probable to me and bless Britt, she goes light on the details but heavy on the kid aspect of it. I absolutely love Alex in this story, he’s richly characterized as a man who is trying hard while wandering unfamiliar territory like aliens, like being a dad, like being Michael’s boyfriend, and he doesn’t always get it right, but he’s loved regardless.

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tonight we are young @skinsharpenedteeth (8,137) Alex and Michael ditch the Evans' New Years Eve party to find their own fun and Alex gets his New Years kiss...(the underage tag is because they're both 17 in this.)

why i like it: I’m a sucker for teen!Malex, especially stories that take place before the shed. I love this little AU where Alex is thinking about making a move, but hasn’t yet. They are both adorable nervous babies, this feels very much how a softer teen!Malex first time would go. Perfectly characterized here, you can just feel the hopeful vibes they have at 17. I like to believe nothing bad ever happens to them again.

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you shift on a gear (it’s been a long year) by @backinmybodymp3 (28, 362) “Good morning,” Michael says. “What the hell did you do?” Alex asks, exasperated. (or: There were times, in some of the lower moments of the past however-many-days it’s been, where Michael had thought about what it might’ve been like to share this time loop with someone. He never imagined— well, he never imagined it’d be Alex.)

why i like it: I love time-loop stories! And this is just superb. The friendship dynamics of everyone involved, the Liz/Max wedding, Michael being a good brother, Michael trying so hard to keep this bullshit from dragging Alex in and then Alex being his usual reckless self when it comes to Michael, I absolutely dig this canon-divergent au. you can feel how much the author cares about everyone on the show in this story, and they really nail the Malex dynamic. This story came along just as season 3 did and it’s a true antidote to the malex drought on screen.

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the library by @arielana (9,657) Alex had stopped too far away to hear exactly what they were saying, but their voices did carry over to where he was standing. The guy’s drawl had a melody to it that was vaguely familiar, but much deeper than the voice it reminded Alex of. God, that and the hair really brought some memories back. Just as Alex told himself to stop secretly staring like a creep and walk over there, he turned slightly so that Alex got a glimpse of the side of his face. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Twelve years ago Alex left Roswell to join the Air Force, nursing a broken heart and promising to never return. When work brings him back to New Mexico he runs into someone he’d been sure he’d never see again.

why i like it: the first kiss in the UFO emporium was groundbreaking, but I have to admit, I love stories that explore the almost-happened, where Malex reconnect as adults without the shadow of Jesse’s attack. I love how sharp Alex is in this story, he has all these walls as an adult built from that first rejection, but then he’s so completely unprepared to reconnect with Michael again. The clownery in this story by both of them is perfect! I also totally love Forrest as a gay best friend for Alex, trying to wingman Alex, that cracked me up.

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stellar light based life by @jocarthage (30,651) It’s not a memory if it’s something you see every day. It’s a trigger and it’s not one Alex wants to ever let go of.Alex saw Michael disappear into a blinding blue light, soft 17-year-old body pulled back into some kind of impossible vortex -- one hand, outstretched.

why i like it: another submission from 2020 RNM Big Bang, this story just wrecked me. I can’t even really put into words about how it hooked me and basically lives in my head now to the point I often mumble the first line to myself. Anyway, this AU takes a right turn at the shed attack, and goes full force scifi and tragic separation, I love it. In so many ways it reshapes Alex’s life but the core of who he is never changes, there’s so many great science geekery details about Michael’s planet and the astronaut journey that Alex takes, plus SANDERS... anyway, this is a fandom classic for me.

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Crossed Wires by @beautifulcheat, @ladynox (15,351) Michael's been kicked off more than one Starfleet posting. So when he learned he was reassigned to the USS Roswell, he decided that he would keep his head down and behave. This decision is immediately thwarted when he meets her hot Vulcan captain.This might be the first time Michael got kicked off a posting for flirting with a captain.

why i like it: Star Trek AU? I’m pretty easy. Seeing elements of Kirk and Spock’s tragic backstory blended into genius mechanic Michael Guerin and ice prince Alex Manes was amazing. I love how it’s serving with his family that brings Michael to the Enterprise, his bond with Max and Isobel was chef’s kiss good. The blend of Michael’s powers and Alex’s biology - I loved the balance even if it came with its own misunderstandings, but hey, this time it was cultural! lol

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I’m still here by @vague-shadows @pippsmcgee (35,928) Treasure Planet AU in which Michael is the gifted young delinquent who found a treasure map, and Alex is a space pirate pawn in his Father's obsession with riches and legacy.

why i like it: I’ve never seen Treasure Planet, but I didn’t need to thoroughly enjoy this AU. This was the perfect mix of angst and sci-fi adventure, where the authors managed to make the shed even more horrifying. Jesse Manes is the absolute worst in this story, the levels of obsession he goes to find a treasure, and then Michael on his own collision course - the ability to write tense action is a gift, and it’s on display in this story. Cyborg!Alex took up a place in my heart and still lives there, where he only gets the nicest things.

If you like any of these recs, please leave a comment on the story or a kudo- a ‘this was awesome’ is enough to propel an author into the stratosphere with happiness, so don’t worry about coming up with a unique, never before shared insight- sometimes a keyboard smash and emoji makes all the difference!

#rnmcreate21 #day 2 au #malex fic #malex fic recs #roswell new mexico #rnm

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squiggledrop · 4 years

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Day 11: Christmas Party - Spencer x Reader

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Ficmas 2020

Listen to my Christmas Playlist!

Summary: Ficmas Day 11

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Reader

Rossi was holding his annual Christmas party for the team, and the two of you were excited to spend a nice evening with the people you considered family. You stood on Rossi’s doorstep, knocking on the big wooden door to his house. Spencer’s arm was linked with your yours and he held the bottle of wine you brought in the other.

When Rossi opened the door, he pulled you both in for a hug. You heard muffled voices and festive music pervading from the other room, and the warm smells of Rossi’s cooking filled your senses. Spencer handed him the wine, and he thanked you both before taking your jackets to be hung up.

Spencer grabbed your hand and the two of you walked into the living room to greet everyone. After saying your hellos, Rossi offered to get you guys drinks, to which you happily obliged before everyone moved to the dining room for dinner. You all drank and laughed over Rossi’s delicious meal, enjoying the relaxing time you got to spend with your friends.

After dinner, you all retired back to the living room. Everyone was slightly buzzed, having had one too many spiked eggnogs. You plopped onto the couch next to Penelope and Emily, Spencer sitting on the adjacent couch next to Derek. JJ and Will sat together in a large chair across from you while Rossi took his seat in his large armchair, lighting a cigar. He offered one to Hotch, who politely declined.

After another hour so of exchanging stories and jokes, JJ and Will decided to head home to their boys, Aaron taking the opportunity to go home to Jack as well.

“Oh! Be sure to tell Henry and Michael we can’t wait to see them next week”, Spencer called out.

“We will”, JJ reassured.

“Henry hasn’t stopped asking if it’s almost time to go sledding with Uncle Spencer and Aunty (Y/n)”, Will added on, laughing. A bright smile grew on Spencer’s face, and you looked over at him, your heart swelling at how much he loved his godsons. Penelope noticed the way you were looking at Spencer and placed her hand on yours to get your attention as everyone was saying their goodbyes.

“Have you guys ever thought about it?”, she whispered, loud enough so only you would hear.

“Thought about what?”, you questioned.

“About little baby geniuses?”, she asked with a giddy smirk. You felt heat rush to your face, and you stole a glance at Spencer, who was in a conversation with Derek and Hotch.

“I mean”, you smiled causing Penelope to squeal. “We’ve discussed it”, you trailed off. Penelope gasped and pulled you in for a hug. Emily noticed and leaned over asking what was going on.

“Oh nothing”, Penelope gleamed, “Just our resident genius and beloved (Y/n) are going to have beautiful little babies”. Emily’s face lit up and you laughed, shushing them as you nudged Penelope’s side.

“We haven’t decided anything”, you whispered, looking back at Spencer to make sure he hadn’t heard anything.

“But you’ve discussed it”, Penelope said, raising her eyebrows.

“Yes, but-”, you chided.

“But you’ve discussed it”, Emily smirked, cutting you off.

“I hate both of you”, you huffed, holding back a smile. You looked back at Spencer, noticing he was finishing his conversation and Hotch patted him on the back before leaving.

After everyone bid their goodbyes, Rossi walked Hotch, JJ, and Will out, a small lull falling upon the room. Spencer looked over at you, sending you a quick wink. You smiled, sending one back. Penelope watched the adorable gesture and smiled, nudging you. You looked over at her and glared, silently telling her to not bring up your previous conversation.

Spencer noticed how red your face was, and came over, sitting down beside you. It was a bit of a tight fit with all four of you on the couch, so Spencer made sure to pull you close to him.

“You okay?”, he asked, placing the back of his hand on your flushed cheek.

“Yeah”, you said curtly, feigning innocence. He searched your eyes for a moment, scrunching his nose.

“Okay”, he nodded. He relaxed further into the couch, causing you to lean further into his chest.

“You guys are so cute”, she cooed, admiring the way Spencer looked down at you in his arms.

“Yeah, I got a good one”, you chuckled, turning your head to face Spencer. He blushed slightly and placed a kiss on your cheek. You snuggled further into him, slowly rubbing your hand over his arm that was draped across your torso.

You guys talked and laugh for a few more hours, relishing in the opportunity to hang out without the horrors of work looming over your heads. You yawned, the eggnog having caught up with you, and you closed your eyes resting your head on Spencer’s shoulder.

“I think we are going to head out”, Spencer said, rubbing your back. You sighed, nodding.

“Yeah, I’m getting a bit tired too”, Emily said, looking to Garcia, who was her ride home. Everyone nodded, getting up to say their goodbyes. You went over to thank Rossi for a lovely night, who pulled you in for a hug. Before going to say goodbye to Penelope and Emily, you noticed Spencer and Derek standing in the corner, their backs to the rest of the room. You were about to go over and see what they were up to, but Penelope pulled you into a huge hug before you could say anything.

“Please keep me updated if anymore discussing happens”, she gleamed.

“I will”, you laughed, pulling back. “But we haven’t even discussed getting married or anything like that, so don’t expect any big updates”, you said, hugging Emily. Both women just smiled, causing you to shake your head, trying to hide your own smile at the thought.

“You ready babe?”, you asked, making your way towards Spencer. He quickly spun around his hands behind his back.

“Y-yeah, just um, can you give me a minute”. You looked at him quizically before nodding. Derek placed his hand on Spencer’s shoulder, who smiled at him, almost relieved. Derek walked over to you, Emily, and Penelope, placing his arm around your shoulder.

“Here, let me walk my three favorite ladies out”, he said, ushering the three of you to the door. Rossi handed all of you your jackets, wishing you a safe drive home.

When you made it outside, Derek made sure Emily and Garcia got into their car safely, before coming over to you waiting by your car for Spencer.

“Is Spence okay?”, you asked as he came to lean against the car with you. You pulled your jacket around you tighter, the cold winter air blowing against you.

“Pretty Ricky? Yeah, he’s great”, Derek reassured.

“Then what were you two scheming?”, you laughed. Derek paused, looking to the doorway, which Spencer was currently walking out of.

“Nothing bad”, he smirked nodding to your boyfriend, “I promise”. He gave you a quick hug while you rolled your eyes at his vague response. He patted Spencer on the back goodnight before getting in his own car to head home.

“You ready?”, Spencer asked. You nodded, getting into the car.

“Tonight was nice”, you said as Spencer started the car. “Even though we see everyone all day, I feel like we never get to just hang out and catch up like that”. Spencer hummed, nodding at your words. He turned on the radio, the gentle holiday music filling the car. You closed your eyes, leaning into the headrest of the seat. Spencer looked over at you, admiring how peaceful you looked.

“So”, Spencer cleared his throat, breaking the silence. You opened your eyes and turned your attention towards him. “Little baby geniuses?”, he smirked, trying to stifle his laughter. You gasped, rolling your head towards the window, not wanting him to physically see your embarrassment.

“How much of that did you hear?”, you groaned while giggling along with him.

“Enough”, he said simply. You shook your head laughing as he peeked over you, a small giggle leaving his lips.

“I’m going to kill Penelope”, you chuckled, rolling your eyes.

“Don’t”, Spencer said, grabbing your hand, causing your eyes to shoot over to him. “I must say she does have a point”, he smirked, glancing at you. You took in a sharp breath at his words, your heart rate picking up again.

“Really?”, you asked earnestly.

“Of course”, he squeezed your hand. You looked at him, the passing street lights highlighting his face as you drove in the night. You bit your lip, your heart never having felt so full before.

“Um”, you started, Spencer looking over at you. “What were you and Derek talking about, if you don’t mind me asking?”, a playful smile on your lips. You noticed how Spencer tensed up slightly, and he hoped you couldn’t see how red his face was.

“Oh, um, I kind of do mind?”, he laughed. You squinted your eyes at him, not understanding why he couldn’t tell you.

“Alright, be all cryptic”, you laughed, still holding his hand.

“I was just”, he started. “I was asking him some advice on your Christmas present”, he said, squeezing your hand.

“Oh”, you giggled. “You could have just said that”. You brought his hand up to your mouth, placing a kiss on the back of his hand.

“Yeah, I know”, he smirked. “But based on me finding out about these little baby geniuses through Penelope I rather not take any chances of spoiling the surprise”, he teased.

“Okay, fair enough”, you laughed, resting your head on his shoulder as he put the car in park, having made it back to your apartment. You both got out of the car, Spencer wrapping his arm around you as you walked towards the building. You rested your head on his shoulder, placing one of your arms on his back. Spencer snuck a glance at you, excited, and slightly nervous for you to get your gift from him.

What he didn’t tell you, however, was that it wasn’t just any Christmas present. It was a very special one that came in a tiny velvet box that he has had on him every day for the past month, just waiting for the perfect moment to give it to you.

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winterhawkwonderland · 4 years

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2020 Exchange Round up!

It’s here!!! An easy to find complete list of works from our 2020 Winterhawk Wonderland Exchange event. It is listed by title of work and author or artist, and includes rating, summary, and word count (if applicable). Our event excluded any of the AO3 Big Four warnings, but please do check tags and warnings on each work before diving in, just in case you find something there that squicks or triggers you!

Once again, thank you all so much for participating and making this a great event! Love the Winterhawk fandom!

If you do not see your work listed, please contact the Mods and we will update the post - all works were pulled from the AO3 Collection, but it’s possible we overlooked something or made a mistake! Additionally - Tumblr (in true Tumblr fashion) would not let us tag some creators - their names are on the list but the hyperlink doesn’t work. We apologize for the technical difficulty, but have no way of fixing broken Tumblr links. Please know that no offense was intended.

The 300 Club by @fosterthefuture for @gwhell. Rated T, 10,109 words “Me here?” Bucky asks, a little hysterically. “What do you expect me to do, be the one to haul your frozen body in from the snow bank you inevitably fall into and die in?”Clint chuckles, as though what Bucky’s asked is completely illogical, which it decidedly is not. “Nah, you can suit up if you want to come along to make sure I stay on track, but I’ll make it back just fine. I really just need you to be here to make sure the door stays open, help me get my boots off and into those blankets when I get back.”“Clint,” Bucky asks, eyes now closed. “Please tell me you wouldn’t do this if you were completely alone.”The silence that emanates from the sauna is telling.“Well,” Clint finally says, “I’m trying to not get into the habit of lying to you, Barnes.”

40k misunderstandings by @verdantbogmoth for @flawsinthevoodoo. Not Rated, 3,280 words. “Are they real?” Bucky gasps. “Who keeps bags of real rose petals just lying on hand?”“Tony, for special random events and for us to steal to have fun with,” Clint supplies helpfully. “Where do they go?”“Everywhere,” Bucky decides. “The couch, the table, the fucking tv stand.” Clint pops the bag and they spend several minutes turning Bucky’s living area into a very perfumed, petal draped nightmare. “Oh, my god.” Bucky says gleefully. “It looks like a porno,” Clint claps. “A serial killer porno!” Bucky amends. “This is fantastic. Why aren’t rose petals everywhere, always. Why don’t more people just throw them around for any old event?”

[ART] Christmas fluff by @elynehil for @chekov-in-a-dress. Rated G. Winterhawk Wonderland gift :)

[ART] Cooking By The Book by @not-the-blue for @thegrowingwordsmith. Rated G. Clint attempts a holiday recipe from Bucky's childhood. He... might need a second attempt.

[art] i (heart) hawkeye by @gwhells for @lantaniel. Rated G. Art for lantaniel for the Winterhawk wonderland gift exchange!

[ART] i still feel this way when light catches your face by @quicksillver for @sevdrag. Rated G. Winterhawk Wonderland gift! :)

An Affinity for Elf Culture by @bella-dahlia for @trekchik. Rated T. 8,501 words. When Bucky Barnes was told he would be doing press and community outreach as part of his prosthetic program, no one mentioned to him it would involve dressing up like an Elf from the North Pole.The hella cute blonde elf in head to toe purple hadn't been brought up either.Hiding in his hoodie wasn't going to be an option, was it?

All I Want for the Holidays Is You by @merelypassingtime for @flowerparrish. Rated G. 7,205 words. Clint obligingly took the last name in the hat. Unfolding it he read the name, Bucky. Crap. What was he supposed to do with that? When Clint draws Bucky’s name for the Avengers holiday gift exchange, he struggles to find the perfect gift.

as long as it’s with you by @theproblemwithstardust for @theonlyceeceej. Rated T. 2,651 words. Clint didn’t know when the thing between him and Bucky became an actual thing. At some point the banter had evolved from a fun and engaging way to pass the time into a weirdly competitive game of flirting chicken.

A bad day turned good by @gabrielsammysangel for @misterknife. Rated G. 1,115 words. Clint Barton was having a bad day, one kiss to take it all away. Aka how a full bad day can be wipped away when you have a good boyfriend.

Bandages and Soot by @fanbinbun for @hawkguyandthewinterdude. Rated T. 2,358 words. “Oh, you’re new. Hi! I’m Clint. I come here often.” “I have been warned.” Bucky said with amusement curling his lips. “Got a name, or should I just give in and start calling you ‘hot nurse’?”

Because of Coffee and a Chocolate Doughnut. by @jazzrose343 for @loonyloopylisa. Rated M. 5,257 words. Bucky is an Actor. Clint is stunt actor and coordinator. Shenanigans Happen

Better Than Fine by @vexbatch for @theproblemwithstardust. Rated T. 4,439 words. Clint promised Kate he'd bring a plus one to her engagement party, but now he needs to find one. Maybe Bucky will do him a favor? Maybe Clint's crush on Bucky won't be a problem for said favor?

[ART] The Cat doesn't agree by @misterknife for @Inktastic1711. Rated G. 5 words. Clint was determined to get the best family photo this year. Except now he's pretty sure that fighting alien hoards or doombot armies might actually be easier than wrangling a cat into a sweater.Bucky says that Alpine's sorry.Clint thinks she might kill him in his sleep.

cause it's just what you must do by @sevdrag for yamyamyam. Rated T. 3,399 words. Clint ducks away at Tony's holiday party for a breather. Little does he know this closet is occupied.

Christmas With the Barnes's by @jstabe for @claraxbarton. Rated T. 3,163 words. He knows Clint is nervous. If he’s honest, he is a little too. He and Clint have been dating just shy of two years but with their hectic work schedules, it’s rare for them to have full days off together so Clint isn’t used to large family gatherings.

The Common Room by @trekchik for @nana-evans. Rated E. 1094 words. No one knows they're together. Right?

Communication is key by @averyrogers83writes for @harishe-art. Rated G. 3,434 words. Bucky screws up and pisses Clint off possibly ruining any chance of having more than a working relationship with the archer.

[ART] Cookies For Two by madnerding for @hopelessly-me. Rated G. 29 words. My prompt was for cookie decorating and I hope I delivered. Enjoy!

Coping Mechanisms by @mariana-oconnor for @feathers-and-cigarettes. Rated E. 4,321 words. After the events of Freefall, Clint Barton is exhausted, bruised and on everyone's Most Wanted list. Luckily, or unluckily, it's Bucky Barnes who ends up finding him.

Cover Me by @downwarddnaspiral for @feedmecookiesnow. Rated M. 8,618 words. Clint and Bucky end up off the grid and in close quarters. Featuring the world’s crappiest safehouse, a semi-retired spy, and an assassin with strong opinions about the cold.

Delicate, hand wash only by @mollynoble for @pherryt. Rated E. 6,074 words. “Hey, Buck, what do you need?” Clint moved closer, he wanted to reach out but he resisted the urge, that could be a bad idea right now. “What can I do to help?” He pitched his voice low and soothing. There was a pause, then Bucky's eyes focused on him. “Right now all I want is a bath and then sleep.”

Draw Me Like One of Your Frenchmen by @alchemistdoctor for @thwip. Rated M. 1,410 words. This is written for andthwip in the winterhawk wonderland exchange, who requested sexting during inappropriate times, date night ends in trying a new kink, or getting off in the field. I managed the first two!

Fate or Natasha by bear_shark for @kidd-you-not. Rated G. 1,663 words. How it ended: Bucky watched the rise and fall of Clint’s chest while he slept. Every few minutes, he would snuffle and rub his face against Bucky’s chest. Bucky’s phone pinged, and he carefully checked his texts. Natasha: How did your date with Clint go? Bucky sat up quickly, jostling Clint. “What the hell?”

The Fight Before Christmas by @theonlyceeceej for @jstabe. Rated E. 4,040 words. Now, don’t let it be said that Bucky couldn’t take a joke. He could. Really. But sometimes it was just too much. Clint was just too much. Clint is the epitome of a schoolboy with a crush; Pulling pigtails, calling names, the lot! Ok, maybe it was more than a crush, judging by the many thoughts about being thrown around by the Winter Soldier. He just needed to get his attention... But will it work?

For This by @endof-theline for @elynehil. Rated G. 5,652 words. Bucky and Clint are moving in together and it's not just the boys we have to worry about, because Lucky and Alpine are moving too!

Getaway Car by @feedmecookiesnow for @genderfluid-and-confuzled. Rated G. 4,405 words. The guy regains his balance and starts running again. He slips one more time, slides a little more, and then suddenly he’s right next to the car, fumbling at the handle of the passenger side door. A blast of cold wind comes as he yanks it open, practically falling into the seat in a swirl of snowflakes. “Go, go!” he yells, and Clint goes. He doesn’t even question it, just slams the car into drive and shoots out into the street, skidding a little on the ice.

Guardian Angel by @chrissihr for @spacetimeconundrum. Rated T. 3,469 words. Clint attracts strays like moths to flame. All he wanted to do was bring home a puppy he found in a box marked ‘free’ in crayon. It was just sitting out in the rain under the awning in front of his neighborhood pizza place.He couldn't just leave it there ... right?

Hit Me With Your Best Shots by @thegrowingwordsmith for @fosterthefuture. Rated G. 2,185 words. As a barista, Bucky has witnessed a lot of crazy customers and their creations. He has made drinks with so much syrup that there was barely room for coffee, and gotten orders with so many modifications that it had to print on multiple stickers. None, however, even came close to the strangeness of Too Much Caffeine guy.

[ART] How do you like them apples? by @lantaniel for @vexbatch. Rated G. Because Clint is incapable of 1.doing a calm activity, and 2.not climbing a tree.

Howl by @drgrlfriend for @mariana-oconnor. Rated T. 9,729 words. Excerpt: Bucky gets that uncomfortable feeling again, like he missed something. Lost time maybe. It’s been happening less and less, but it still happens. “I don’t know what you mean.” The man runs a broad hand up the back of his neck, mouth pulling to the side as he seems to consider his words. “Skin feels too tight sometimes? Feels like you gotta keep moving, but no place feels right? Got an ache deep in your bones that you just can’t seem to get rid of?” “What —” Bucky swallows, the rest of the sentence jagged in his throat. He knows there are Avengers who are witches, or telepaths, or whatever, but he’d never heard of Hawkeye being one of them. “How are you — are you in my head? —”

[ART] I got you by @vexedbeverage for @gabrielsammysangel. Rated T. 100 words. I decided I wanted to do some art but then my writing brain told me I couldn't stop there. I've never done a drabble before so I thought I'd give it a try!

I Love How Your Soul is A Mix of Chaos and Art by @flawsinthevoodoo for @merelypassingtime. Rated T. 5,745 words. This is basically a 5+1 where Clint "Borrows" a great many hoodies as a coping mechanism and Bucky decides Clint needs to be a part of his life, not just his laundry.

if these wings could fly by @flowerparrish for @hawksonfire. Rated M. 4,018 words. He waits a few moments, pretty sure he’s going to have to start knocking again, when the door swings open. There’s Bucky, shirtless, disheveled, wings spread out behind him like some kind of tragic painting of an angel. Not that Clint knows much about art, but with the dark colors and dim lights he thinks this could totally have been something one of those old dudes dreamed up.

It Must be Winter in my Heart by @harishe-art for @jazzrose343. Rated G. 3,055 words. It's the holiday season and for some reason Clint and Bucky keep getting mistaken as a couple. They hadn't even planned to meet up most of them time. Why does this keep happening to them?

It was Only a Winter's Tale by @harishe-art for @averyrogers83. Rated G. 1,628 words. Clint and Bucky prepare to celebrate their first winter holiday together when Bucky has a realization during an argument.

it was peace by @loonyloopylisa for @drgrlfriend. Rated G. 1,932 words. “Um, hi, I’m Bucky?” he said, hating himself for the way it came out like a question. “Hi Bucky,” the man answered, a wide smile on his tan face, “I’m Clint. What can I do for you?” Inwardly thankful for this therapist for making him practice he said, “I was wondering if you had any volunteer opportunities?” Clint gave him a considering look, bright blue eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Bucky was sure he was assessing him and finding him lacking, taking in the missing arm and coming up with a reason Bucky wouldn’t fit in. He was bracing himself for the rejection when Clint said, “sure.”

A Kind of Magic by @sian1359 for bear_shark. Rated G. 7.034 words. Bucky has some help adapting from being Hydra's Winter Soldier to becoming the Avenger's Winter Soldier

Lilac you a lot by @hawkguyandthewinterdude for @harishe-art. Rated T. 6,490 words. It starts with one purple sock and just escalates from there.

Lost Time by @lissadiane for @vexedbeverage. Rated T. 10,029 words. Clint’s always known the universe doesn’t like him all that much. But all he knows now, as his heart beats out a rhythm and there isn’t a heartbeat to harmonize with it, is that he’s found his soulmate -- and he’s been dead for over 70 years. It’s ironic. It burns. It shouldn’t surprise him. Barney won’t be surprised. Barney’s been saying the universe has it out for them for Clint’s whole life. And this is just further proof. In which soulmates exist but Clint's parents are proof that sometimes, they go terribly wrong.

The Maybe To Your Story by @kangofu-cb for @mollynoble. Rated E. 5,162 words. Bucky walked out of the shared bathroom whistling under his breath, happily ignoring Steve’s groan as he whipped off the towel around his waist to half-assedly swipe at the water droplets on his shoulders. “Oh, you’re still here?” he asked blithely, toweling at his hair. “Might want to shake a leg before you get an eyeful of something you want to see even less than my dick.” “I’m going, I’m going,” Steve grumbled. “Fuck. Can’t believe I’m getting sexiled for the third time this week. For Barton.” Or, instead of talking about their feelings, Clint and Bucky decide to fuck about it.

my hands no longer an afterthought by @shatteredhourglass for @quicksillver. Rated T. 2,922 words. Bucky's moving on with his life. Shaking off the Soldier. There's still that one nagging, blond idiot-shaped regret, though.

Nowhere to go but with you by Lacerta for @sian1359. Rated G. 5,905 words. Clint fights the urge to cross his arms, keeping them hanging loosely by his sides instead, and forces himself to relax his shoulders. It’s just a small precaution in case he needs to react fast but, god, he hopes it doesn’t come to that. He doubts any precaution that doesn’t include a loaded weapon would help him last more than a minute. He watches the man sitting across the kitchen table from him, curled in on himself under Clint’s warmest blanket with his hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee, and tries to wrap his head around the very unusual, very alarming situation he has gotten himself into.

On The Fifth Day of Christmas, The Winter Soldier Stole For Me..... by @ch3ls3ara3 for @alchemistdoctor. Rated T. 8,178 words. “Are these pears? Why the hell is there a pear tree in my apartment?” he asked Lucky who was now sitting patiently, staring up at the bird with his tongue hanging out and tail wagging. “What is happening?” Clint Barton knew he was a disaster, it never really shocked him anymore when he ended up in strange situations. These twelve days leading up to Christmas, though? Those days he would have never seen coming.

the one where Clint hates christmas horror by @thwip for @bella-dahlia. Rated M. 2,898 words. “We take turns, Clint. This week is Nat’s turn, next week is yours,” Tony quips, sipping from his own mug. “We can watch The Holiday, for the third year in a row, then.” Clint opens his mouth and starts to protest Tony’s eye roll because The Holiday is a cinematic masterpiece and Kate Winslet may give her best performance yet, Tony! Not to mention Cameron Diaz! Singing Mr Brightside! It’s a great film, when the front door opens and Bucky and Steve walk in, laughing about something. Clint's mouth snaps shut and his eyes immediately flicking towards Bucky, admiring the way the navy fabric of his henley clings to the thick biceps that are almost bursting out of it.

Operation Snowbound by RedTeamShark for @heartonfirewrites. Rated G. 4,048 words. The mission is a simple job: tag a convoy as it drives through the pass and then skedaddle back down the mountain. Easy enough that Clint could do it in his sleep. And he doesn’t even have to pull the trigger, that’s what Bucky’s there for. Until an unexpected weather event leaves the two of them stranded on a mountainside in a blizzard, battling the cold, Clint’s taste in coffee, and Bucky’s idea of idle conversation.

Outside the World by @pherryt for @verdantbogmoth. Rated G. 4,767 words. Bucky doesn't really remember who he is, and what little he does remember is impossible. All his therapists have said so. There's no way he can be who he thinks he is - a character from a children's book.And yet, the world around him just doesn't *feel* right - its too dark, too colorless and doesn't match the vibrancy of his dreams. Dreams he tries to capture both on paper and on his walls.Bucky doesn't have any answers he can count on, just the hat he's kept all these years, but that guy that started following him - as vibrant and eye-catching as the pieces of Bucky's dreams -Well, he just might.

The Prince's "Delivery Boy" by allyouneedissleep for @endof-theline. Rated T. 4,917 words. He wouldn’t have any issues at all with the secrecy rules stating that only people in confirmed legal marriages could tell their significant other about their job if he was planning to marry anyone except the Prince who was first in line to take over as King of Brooklyn after his marriage went through. Clint was about to effectively become Queen of Brooklyn and he couldn’t even tell his fiance what he did for a living. As far as Bucky knew, he was a delivery boy. A DELIVERY BOY.

[ART] Snow Way Out! by @inktastic1711 for @fanbinbun. Rated G. 24 words. Prompt: While on a mission, Clint and Bucky end up on an impromptu sledding trip down the snowy hill/mountain to escape the bad guys. Bonus points if the sled isn't actually a sled.

Snowed In by @chekov-in-a-dress for @ch3ls3ara3. Rated T. 4,332 words. Secret Santa Story for CarafeOfColdBrew! Dad Bucky and his daughter Nat are on their way to Bentonsport where Bucky is supposed to check out a possible site to build a resort when they get overwhelmed by a snowstorm. How lucky that they get pointed to a bed and breakfast owned by a certain handsome dork.

So much to say (I just can't speak) by @hopelessly-me for Allyouneedissleep. Rated T. 3,260 words. Bucky has never considered himself the jealous type. But when Steve and Clint start hanging out more and more, Bucky starts pulling back to protect his own feelings.

Some Luck by @claraxbarton for @not-the-blue. Rated T. 3,558 words. “Cowboys?” he asked. Judith smiled at him. “I love to give my darlings what they want.”

a storm is comin' in by @heartonfirewrites for @chrissihr. Rated T. 9,686 words. Sasquatches don’t exist. Clint is sure of it. So what’s that fuckin' bigass yeti doing outside Tony’s upstate cabin in the middle of a nor’easter, looming ominously and ruining Clint’s plans for a quiet Christmas alone with Lucky?

Time and Time Again by @pherryt for @shatteredhourglass. Rated E. 6,497 words. The past has a way of catching up to people and Clint knows that better than most. Despite that ingrained life lesson, he still doesn't expect it when a part of Steve's past turns out to also be part of Clint’s. He's... not sure where to go from here.

too cold to feel (but i know you're there) by @hawksonfire for @trashcanakin. Rated T. 1,983 words. Clint’s been cold his whole life. He doesn’t mind, really, has learned to always keep a pair of gloves on him, even in the summer. He gets weird looks for it, but he stopped caring what people thought of him a long time ago. His apartment has always got spare blankets laying around, and his dresser is jam packed with thick pairs of socks.

[ART] A Walk in the Woods by @spacetimeconundrum for @downwarddnaspiral. Rated T. One finds the strangest things in the woods...

What's a Guy Like You Doing in a Place Like This by @sevdrag for @kangofu-cb. Rated T. 8,091 words. A 5+1 fic for Winterhawk Wonderland: Five Times It Wasn't A Date, and One Time It Actually Was.

Word Search by yamyamyam for RedTeamShark. Rated T. 3,858 words. Bucky doesn't understand why he should have to see a doctor about a measly little bullet wound. Steve doesn't understand why that would be optional, Jesus Christ, Buck, we can have nice things now. Clint doesn't understand why he can't visit Bucky in the super-secure lockdown ward. The NYFD doesn't understand why Clint can't get out of a baby swing without the jaws of life. Natasha doesn't understand why she puts up with any of these idiots.

[ART] You Come Here Often? by @trashcanakin for Madnerding. Rated G. winterHawk in the vents.

You had me at Loathing by @kidd-you-not for Lacerta. Rated T. 5,715 words. "What?" he asks absolutely no one, completely baffled. Movement to his left catches his eye and he twists around, still hanging from the balcony railing by his legs, and gapes. There, right there on the adjourning apartment building, is a man. A man clad all in black, with chestnut brown hair falling to his chin and a mask covering the lower part of his face. Holding a sniper rifle in his right hand and giving Clint a mocking little salute with the left. "Motherfucker!" Clint screams. Hawkeye and the Winter Soldier work for competing companies. Unfortunately for everyone involved, they cross paths on more jobs than either of their handlers can endure.

Honorable Mention:

The Opposite of Love by @teeelsie-posts for @loonyloopylisa. Rated E. 10,000 words. You know that social media post where the guy says he’s a felon and he’ll come terrorize your family for Thanksgiving in exchange for a free meal? Yeah, that’s what this is. Except that Clint is Clint, and Bucky is Bucky, and they’re both Avengers, but Clint’s family is a bunch of assholes and Bucky decides to help him out with that. Oh, and it’s Christmas, not Thanksgiving. Mod Note: This fic was begun for last year’s exchange then discarded for another idea, but Teeelsie finished it unexpectedly and asked permission to include it in this year’s collection and we were happy to allow that. Please enjoy!

#winterhawk #winterhawk wonderland exchange 2020 #event round up #masterpost #master post #NOW WITH TAGS

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scarletwinterxx · 4 years

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First and Last (BONUS CHAPTER)

Just one last chapter for my favorite sunshine. thank you for the support and love you’ve shown First and Last!

for scenarios and future series, do leave a message on my blog about what you want to see next and I’ll see what I can do. I love hearing about your ideas :)

See you on the next series! xx -A

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PART ONE || PART TWO || PART THREE || PART FOUR || FINALE || BONUS

“Can you hurry up? We’re going to be late. I don’t want to end up single before this trip even started” Donghyuck shouted through the apartment, tapping his foot impatiently as he waits for his bestfriend to come out of his room so they can finally leave

“Has anyone told you you’re dramatic?” Renjun said as he emerges from his room, pulling his duffle bag over his shoulder

“You, let’s go let’s go let’s go” the other one replied, taking his own bag and making their way out to the car.

“We’re finally going on a vacation, we deserve this” Renjun said as he slides in the passenger seat

“Seatbelt, and yes finally. I just hope Y/N isn’t grumpy right now. Let’s both hope that” he mumbled, fully knowing that his girlfriend gets grumpy when she just woke up from a nap or sleep.

It was very early in the morning, or late at night. It’s 3am. Who decides to drive out that early? Well they all decided to just leave at this time so when they arrive at the vacation house it’s early in the morning and plenty of time to do activities for the rest of the day.

Donghyuck didn’t have a problem with staying up this late, he was used to it. Although, he can’t say the same for the other two people who will be with him in the car

“Did you text her? Are you even sure she’s awake?” Renjun asks Hyuck as he drives to Y/N apartment complex

“Yes, she didn’t say one cohesive word but she’s awake”

When they got to her building, Hyuck could make out Y/N silhouette from a mile away. He made a mental note to tell her not to wait outside especially during this late hour. Ofcourse he was going to do this once she’s rested enough, he didn’t want to risk being kicked again.

When they got to where Y/N was waiting, Renjun was just about to get out of the passenger seat to exchange seats but Y/N stopped him,

“I’m not planning on talking so I think it’s better if you stay there” she mumbled, she threw her bag beside her and held the small pillow close

“Hi, baby” Hyuck said cutely, looking back to the girl at the backseat. She was wearing his hoodie, one of many she has claimed ownership of over the course of their one year relationship.

Hyuck didn’t mind, he loved seeing her in his clothes. She looked so tiny and adorable, this made him want to just cuddle with her

“Remind me again why did we decide to drive at this hour?” she asked, the pout on her lips making Donghyuck smile as he started to drive again

“Because, we’re dumb” Renjun answered

“I know right, anyways I’m going to sleep. Wake me up when you guys get snacks or when we get there. I’m sorry in advance if I kick you when you try to wake me up” with this statement, Renjun starter to laugh and Hyuck slightly winced at the memory.

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It was a weekend, Y/N was over at Hyuck and Renjun’s apartment. They weren’t really doing anything. Like always they grabbed some lunch together then went back to the apartment to spend the rest of the weekend together.

There’s only a few things Hyuck does when he isn’t swarmed with activities at university. He’s either: One, with Y/N or Two, playing games with the rest of the boys. It’s a bonus when Y/N hangs out with him while he plays. She didn’t mind, most of the time she does some school work or catch up on her reading list while Hyuck plays his game.

Much like right now.

Hyuck had been playing for several hours he didn’t notice his girlfriend drifting off into dreamland.

“Babe, should we order some pizza? I kinda want some” Hyuck said while he continued on playing

“Baby?” he asked again when he didn’t hear a reply

“Y/N?” this time he took a quick look over at Y/N only to see her hugging one of his pillows, quiet snores coming out from her slightly parted lips. The scene before him made his heart stop and beat so fast at the same time. He wanted nothing more but to keep her there with him everyday.

Suddenly the idea of waking up with Y/N next to him didn’t seem like a bad idea, or sleeping with her in his arms. Tangled up in each other.

These thoughts swam around Hyuck’s head. He didn’t even notice his character dying on the game, his interest already switching to the girl on his bed.

He put the controller down and silently walked towards his bed, carefully he sat down beside her.

“How can you look so cute without even trying?” He thought

With a gentle smile on, he tuck those thoughts in his brain and gently shook Y/N

“Baby, wake up” he said quietly

“Love, wake up. You’re not going to be able to sleep later if you nap any longer” he already knew she was going to say this once she wakes up, a statement she always says when she accidentally naps at random times during the day

He was just about to shake her again when Y/N suddenly moved around and accidently kicking Hyuck on the stomach making the boy fall off the bed

“Oh my god, Hyuck. I’m so sorry. What were you doing there?” she said as she looked over at the boy on the floor

“I was trying to wake you up, warn me next time to not wake you up” he replied once he recovered, taking his previous seat on the bed

“Sorry, I get really grumpy and annoyed when I get woken up” she mumbled, already feeling guilty from the little accident. Hyuck quickly noticed this.

“Hey don’t worry, no harm done” He assured the girl, landing a quick kiss on her forehead. An action Donghyuck often does but still makes Y/N blush like crazy, he liked the fact that to now he still has this effect on her.

“Why were you waking me up anyways?” Y/N asked

“Oh right, do you want some pizza?”

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The drive took a couple of hours. The two boys just talking to each other, singing out songs, and just watching the view as it passes by.

Just like Y/N said, she passed out a few minutes after they drove off. Hugging the little pillow close to her.The pillow was a gift from Hyuck, he knew she likes to hug something to sleep. As much as he wants it to be him, for now the cute pillow will do.

“Who knew right?” Renjun mumbled catching Hyuck’s attention

“Knew what?”

“You two”

“You know” the boy continued, “Even before you two started to date for real, anyone with two eyes could see just how good of a pair the two of you makes”

“What do you mean?” Hyuck asks his bestfriend

“You’ve been pining for her since the beginning, you just didn’t know it”

“I wasn’t pining”

“Oh please, you whined so much when you didn’t get to see her. When she’s around you wouldn’t even spare us a glance”

As Renjun further explains, a small smile starts to form on Hyuck’s lips

“Look at you, whipped” Renjun teased his bestfriend, he’s joking right now but he’s genuinely happy to see Hyuck this happy.

After that they fell back into comfortable silence, enjoying the rest of their ride.

When they got to the vacation house they rented for the weekend, the two guys stood beside the backseat door contemplating whether who should wake Y/N up

“She’s your girlfriend, why are you making me do this?” Renjun asked, crossing his arms across his chest

“Because” Hyuck reasoned out, this made the other guy raise his eyebrow at his friend

“Because? because what? You deal with this, I’m going to get the bags” with a pat on Hyuck’s back, Renjun walked away.

Donghyuck took a deep breath before opening the door, screaming a bit when he saw Y/N staring back at him

“How long have you been awake?” he asked his girlfriend

“Since the car stopped, you know I have this sensor in my head” she joked then jumped out of the car, “Were you that scared to wake me up?”

“You kicked me once!”

“You said it didn’t hurt”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not pleasant” that earned him an eye roll from Y/N, before she could take her bag from inside the car Hyuck already took it and slung it over his shoulder

“I can carry that you know” Y/N said but made no effort to take it back from him, already knowing she wasn’t going to win. It wasn’t a ‘because I’m the guy I should be carrying the bag’ thing, Hyuck just liked doing things for Y/N. Whether it’s carrying her bag, a book, her hand, he just liked doing it.

“See, I have this theory” Hyuck stated, the pair started to walk towards the house. Even though he was holding both of their bags, his hand still found its way to Y/N’s hand and interlocking their fingers together.

“Do tell”

“You like carrying books around, those things are heavy. You know they say that can stop you from-”

“Stop it right there, I know what you’re about to say” Y/N warned, already knowing what’s about to come

A big smile already on Hyuck’s face, even when Y/N’s trying to look intimidating he still finds her cute and tiny he wanted to keep her in his pocket

“I wasn’t finished telling you my theory, you said you’d listen”

“It’s not a theory, you’re just teasing me”

“You know I only do it out of love” Hyuck took their intertwined hands and kissed the back of Y/N’s hand

“One day, I’m going to accidentally kick you” she said, making air quotes when she said accidentally. Hyuck laughed out loud, knowing she wouldn’t hurt a fly much less her most beloved boyfriend

“You love me too much” he mumbled

“I know, but we never know” she mumbled back then skipped ahead towards the house, the big smile still plastered on Hyuck’s face as he watched Y/N run up towards the rest of his friends.

The whole day they just hung out, went out to the beach until they sun set, pretty much ate every thing they wanted. Now it was dinner time, Jaemin and Jeno were in-charge of grilling the barbeque and burgers. Mark and his girlfriend by the fire pit, playing the guitar while Renjun sings. The two youngest ones even tagged along: Chenle and Jisung.

Y/N met them a few months after being official with Hyuck, she almost jumped out of her skin when she heard a dolphin like scream when she got to their apartment. Now she thinks of the two youngest like her own brothers, ready to step in and protect them from the older guys when needed.

The three were making or trying to make some smores, during this time Y/N noticed that Hyuck was nowhere to be seen.

Finishing the last of her smore, she brushed her hand on her pants before standing up to look for her missing boyfriend.

Leaving the little hang out area at the back of the rented house, she walked a bit down the beach. From a distance she see the hammock attached to two trees moving, a leg hanging outside making the hammock move side to side.

She quietly made her way towards the swinging hammock, a plan already forming in her head.

Just as she’s about to scare the guy laying comfortably, he spoke up

“You know you can’t scare me”

“How did you even know it was me?” she asked, walking to side to look down at Hyuck who looked so comfortable laying there with one arm at the back of his head

“I just know” he smiled up at her

“What are you doing here anyways? Do you not want to hang out?” she asked again, the hand that wasn’t under Hyuck’s head already reaching out to grab Y/N’s hand using it to pull her closer towards him

“Just wanted to see the sky for a bit, come here”

“We’re not gonna fit and it might break”

“It won’t, come on we’ll cuddle”

“No, we’re going to-AHH” Y/N didn’t even get to finish her sentence before Hyuck pulled her in by the waist almost making her topple over. If Hyuck didn’t manage to catch her by the waist it time, she would’ve landed on her face on the other side

“Don’t do that! I almost fell”

“You didn’t though, you know I’d never let you fall” the boy chuckled while Y/N finds a more comfortable spot. Settling to the little space beside him, she was almost on top of Hyuck but he didn’t mind. He just wanted her close.

“Will you relax, look up”

“We’ll fall if I move” she mumbled, too scared to make one move

“We won’t, just trust me baby. Look up” Hyuck whispered, landing a soft kiss atop Y/N’s head. Carefully the girl moved until she was looking up too.

“Oh”

“I know right, we don’t get to see this often” Hyuck said quietly, almost scared to disrupt the peaceful moment they were having

“I also know you like the stars”

“I do” Y/N smiled at Hyuck’s statement, she may have mentioned it once or twice but it warms her heart that he still remembers what she said

“Do you like the sun?” the boy asked

“Is that your subtle way of asking me if I like you?” she chuckled, Hyuck didn’t miss the little movement she did to cuddle closer to him. His heart beating strongly in his chest, all because of this girl he’s holding in his arms

“You said the moon is your favorite” Y/N could just imagine the little pout he had on, so she turned her head up to land a little kiss on his chin before burying her face on his chest. His heartbeat against her cheek.

“You’re my most favorite” she mumbled

“Am I? I feel like that’s Chenle and Jisung”

“Okay maybe you’re a close third, okay okay I’m kidding” Y/N joked but Hyuck started to push her off

“You already know I love you the most” this time Y/N whispered those words by Hyuck’s ear, making the boy smile so big he felt like his lips would tear apart

“Say that again”

“I love you”

“I know”

This answer made Y/N look up at her boyfriend, a cheeky smile already plastered on the boy’s face

“Yah, you’re supposed to say it back. You know what I’m going to go back to my two favorite boys” with this, Y/N pushed her self up and started to walk back to the house

“I was kidding come back!” Hyuck said in between laughs while chasing after his girlfriend. He jogged after her, catching her by waist and turning her around to face him

“Wipe that pout off before I kiss it off you”

“All talk, No do” Y/N knew what was going to happen the moment those words left her mouth.

Before she could utter another word out, Hyuck’s lips were on her. Sealing whatever she was about to say next. It was a gentle and sweet kiss, the kind of kiss that feels like time slows down and it’s just the two of them.

“You were saying?” Hyuck asked when they broke apart

“I love you” the boy added

Y/N just smiled up here favorite boy, landing one last delicate on his lips before hugging him close

“I know”

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bubblemoon66 · 4 years

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The gifts for the 2020 Skulduggery Pleasant Fic Exchange are here!

I was blown away by this year’s turn out - both by quality and quantity! With seventeen sign-ups the 2020 exchange was our biggest yet and there’s a whole lot of talent and creativity on display this year.

A big thank you to everyone who got something written. You’ve all done an amazing job! But a special shout-out goes to @isauntervaguelydownwards (LassieLowrider) who filled in as a pinch-hitter at the last moment (again!). You are my hero!

A list of all the gifts written for the 2020 exchange can be found under the cut. See what takes your fancy and don’t forget to show the authors some love with comments and kudos!

A God's Pity by trainwhistlesatnight

Hopeless has been kidnapped by Mevolent and Serpine, and left behind for dead after torture. Now they must return back to the Dead Men, but they are so tired..

a slow dance in a burning room by bubblemoon66

Delicate fingertips brushed against the nape of Eliza's neck as China swept red curls over her shoulder. Wordlessly, she traced a path along the neckline of Eliza's nightgown. Her finger's absentmindedly tangling with the drawstring Eliza's maid had tied for her. In the mirror, their gazes met. Two pale faces. Eliza's battle-weary. China's white with rage...

[Eliza gets injured in battle; China is less than pleased.]

A Spark by Altruistic_Computer

Valkyrie had always promised Alice that she would teach her magic one day, she just didn't think that day would be so soon.

A Toast To Us - The Dead Men's first mission by Realismreading

Dexter winced as he took a drag from the cigarette in his mouth. It had been a long time since he'd last had a cigarette, probably ten years or so, but he'd been lucky enough to be over in Spain - where they were a lot more popular - before he'd been called home to fight. The taste hadn't gotten better thus far.

Broken Eyes Shine Too by WintersCurse

Ghastly has been in better safehouses, but even the worst, most boring safehouse he's ever been in can't stop his (incredibly immature) lovers from making things slightly more entertaining and maybe Ghastly loves these idiots a lot

Maybe

[Otherwise known as, Ghastly is very whiney for 1.5k]

Cherry Bomb by bubblemoon66

After being exposed to a magical and deadly illness, Valkyrie is forced to quarantine. Fortunately, it’s just a precaution, because the disease only affects those suffering from unrequited love. And Valkyrie isn't in love with anyone. Right..?

fine restaurants (are not for throwing wine) by LassieLowrider

Tanith thinks Valkyrie needs a partner after being single for so many years. Valkyrie thinks that Tanith needs to understand that when Valkyrie calls Skulduggery her partner, she means that in more ways than one.

or: valkyrie breaks up with skulduggery by telling him her plans to start dating again.

Four Out of Five by SpellsOfScarlet

When a simple business venture ends at the bottom of a serial-killer’s pit, both China and Tanith are forced to work together to find their escape.

In Another's Eyes by Alexander_Writes

Hopeless and Larrikin take centuries to get to know each other. This is a glimpse at them slowly, slowly coming together.

Killing you with silence by SP_fan

Set when the Diablerie and the Dead Men teamed up against Abyssinia. While they try to work together, despite their differences, unexpected feelings appear after a midnight walk around a forgotten house in an empty field. There could never be something between them, they are both broken in their own ways. But could they possibly find peace in the silence they created, or would it just kill them slowly?

Lachesism by carloabay

Lachesism: the desire to be struck by disaster—to survive a plane crash, to lose everything in a fire, to plunge over a waterfall— that’s Tanith’s kind of lust. Maybe even love.

like coming home by adlerobsessed

“Thinking of anyone particular, Cain?”

“Shut it.”

“She just put a girl in the hospital for a week, I’d heed that statement,” Saracen remarked, idly flicking over a page.

Dexter remained quiet for a legendary two seconds before nodding. “Good point.”

The one where they all go to Hogwarts!

my heart will barefaced lie by carloabay

He’d always lied to himself about the kind of love he had for his friend.

of swan dives and christmas trees by LassieLowrider

It's not that Valkyrie minds staying at Skulduggery's house, it's just that - it is a bit of a mess, okay? She didn't want to say it, but now it's out there.

or: it's all her mess, but val does not admit culpability in anything. also, hubert makes an appearance that is far wider than it is tall, which is saying something.

Remnants of Remnants by swordfaery

Tanith and Dexter discuss who they are after something else was them.

The Roads of Far Away by CatTheGrimReaper

Valkyrie lives in the aftermath of Devastation Day, not feeling at home anymore. She seems to be on the verge of some decision, but as ever, it needs some violence for her to realize it.

time's supposed to heal you by astralpenguin

There are only so many times that you can fend off attempts on your life sent by your little sister before you grow tired of it

Truth or Dare? by FangirlForever18

While on holiday, everyone plays Truth or Dare, leading to Skulduggery having to face some difficult emotions in regards to China, but will those feelings be requited?

#skulduggery pleasant #fic rec #sp fic exchange 2020

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