New Year’s Eve Drabbles 2020
Fandoms: Jumanji, Rise of the Guardians, Ben 10 Alien Force, Maleficent, the Hunger Games
Note: Happy New Year! Here’s to hoping 2021 is a little kinder. I did a set of New Year’s Eve drabbles a few years ago and it was a lot of fun, so here you go! I hope you like them!
Warnings: Hunger Games spoilers
Alex “Seapilot” Vreeke x Reader
Word Count: 0.4k
The idea of a new year, admittedly, made Alex a little nervous. It was only a few months before that you had found your way into Jumanji with your new friends, rescued Alex, and brought him with you to modern day. And the six of you had figured: What better way to celebrate the new year than to have a little party?
So, you’d helped Bethany and Martha get the living room of Bethany’s house ready while Spencer, Fridge, and Alex picked up pizza, snacks, and drinks. You set some party favors out on the table. There were cute glasses proclaiming the new year, noise makers, candy, streamers, balloons, and some confetti.
When the boys got back, you helped set up the kitchen and Alex walked over to you, helping you unload the pizza and breadsticks and garlic knots. You kept catching him glancing at you, but every time you looked at him, he glanced away nervously, chuckling to himself.
“What?” You asked.
He shook his head. “Nothing. It’s just…I have this irrational fear that when midnight hits, all of this will go away.” He exhaled a long breath. “And I’ll be there all over again.”
“Hey.” You grabbed his arm, grounding him in the moment. “That’s not gonna happen, alright? You’re not going anywhere, and neither are we.”
“You’re stuck with us, Vreeke.” Fridge said, giving Alex a pat on the shoulder. “Nothin’s gonna happen. It’s over. The game is gone.”
“I know, but…It’s just stuck in my head.”
“It’s gonna be okay, alright? I’ll…” you bit your lip, thinking. “I’ll take your mind off of it.”
“Okay,” He nodded. And he didn’t know exactly what you meant, but he trusted you.
So, when 11:59 rolled around, you walked right over to where Alex was standing, his hands shaking, his eyes fixated on the TV screen, and you cupped his cheeks in your hands, turning his face to yours.
“Stay with me. Stay right here with me.” You whispered to him, your eyes focused on his. “No numbers, no countdown, just us. Just you and me.”
“I like the sound of that.” He whispered back, his hands resting on top of yours for a second before sliding down to your waist and tugging you closer.
And so you stayed there, and when the clock struck midnight, your lips met his, soft and sweet and everything he ever dreamed they’d be. When you pulled away, he exhaled a long breath, his eyes sparkling.
“That’s the first time I’ve been kissed in twenty years.” He said softly.
“You want a second one?” You asked.
He didn’t even reply, just pulled you closer and aligned his lips with yours once more.
Jack Frost x Reader
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The relationship you had with Jack was, well, complicated. You were a college student. You’d been friends with Jack for a few years because you were, what he called, the oldest believer. Even long after Santa had stopped bringing you presents, you still believed, and therefore, when Jack had flown past your window one night and your jaw dropped, he decided to loop back around.
The rest was history.
You were at a college party to celebrate the new year, but honestly, you just weren’t feeling it. So, you wandered up the stairs, found an empty bedroom, and opened the window to get some air.
“Oh come on, party girl, tapping out already?” Jack said, floating just outside the window.
“What are you doing here?”
“I was in the neighborhood.” He shrugged. “What’s up?”
“New Year’s Eve party.” You told him. “It’s hot down there. And loud.”
Just as you said it, all the people in the lower level of the house started shouting numbers.
“Sounds like it’s almost over, though.” He floated closer and sat on the windowsill. “Hey, uh…” he reached up to scratch the back of his neck, his icy blue eyes landing on yours. “Do you mind if I do something I’ve been wanting to for a really, really long time?”
“What would that be?”
“Well, it’s a surprise.” He tilted his head. “Can you close your eyes?”
And while you knew Jack was a trickster in every meaning of the word, you closed your eyes, waiting in the window, the cold air refreshing on your face and in your lungs. And then, a few moments later, you felt something cold and soft against your lips. You couldn’t help but kiss him back.
Ben Tennyson x Reader
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It was Kevin’s idea to have a little New Year’s Eve party. Of course, it was just the four of you, the team, celebrating. You had been exiled to the back seat with Ben and because you were on patrol, there was no champagne to be had.
Gwen had, however, brought along some plastic wine glasses and a bottle of sparkling grape juice. It was better than nothing, and though you didn’t admit it, you were glad you were with the other three of them. It was better than spending the night alone.
Kevin drove the car out into the middle of the field and parked, tuning the radio to a New Year’s Eve broadcast. It was then that the four of you split into pairs. Kevin wrapped an arm around Gwen and they stepped off away from you and Ben, who stayed closer to the car.
“Want me to top you off?” He asked, holding up the bottle of sparkling juice.
“Sure, thanks.” You held up your glass and he poured more juice into it.
“A new year, huh?”
“Yeah…” You nodded an took a sip. “Weird.”
“Weird.” He agreed. “I have this weird, funny feeling that things are just gonna get weirder from here on out.”
“It always seems to where the four of us are involved.” You chuckled, sitting on the front of Kevin’s car.
Ben joined you.
You motioned to Kevin and Gwen, off in their own little world. “They’re good together, you know?”
“They are.” Ben chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s weird too, but…it’s getting less weird.”
“Mmhmm.” You nodded. You sighed and looked up at the stars. There were so many. So many planets and solar systems and galaxies in the vast, vast universe spread out before you. “It’s gorgeous.”
“It is.” He agreed, but he wasn’t looking at the sky. He was looking at you.
About twenty minutes later, the countdown started. You’d never had feelings for Ben. You didn’t know why. He was cute, he was confident, and yet, you’d never felt anything romantic for him. Well, until tonight. When the countdown got dangerously low, he looked at you and you looked at him and it just…clicked.
So, under the sparkling stars, side by side, you brought in the New Year with Ben Tennyson, his lips interlocked with yours.
Diaval x Reader
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You had to hand it to her, Maleficent threw quite the party. It was the eve of the new year, and to celebrate, Maleficent had called together all of the people of Aurora’s kingdom and all the fae of the Moors.
You were an enchantress from the kingdom, someone who was magical, but unaccustomed to the woods. You were wearing a fine silver gown made of silk and a moonstone circlet around your head. In your hand, you held a goblet of champagne, and as you walked through the forests, which were lit up with the gentle glowing magic of the creatures who inhabited it, you couldn’t help but be amazed by their beauty and grace.
You continued through the Moors and, inevitably, ran into a tall stranger. Quite literally. You found yourself standing right in front of a tall man with dark hair hanging in his face. It took you a moment to recognize him. This was Diaval, Maleficent’s companion and shapeshifter.
“Pardon me, didn’t see you there.” You apologized.
“I blend into the dark, I’m afraid.” He chuckled. It was true, with his dark hair, dressed in all black, he did indeed blend in with the shadows.
“No harm done.” You smiled. “I’m (Y/N).”
“Of the (L/N) house?” He asked, his eyes widening. “You’re the enchantress.”
“I am.” You nodded, smiling softly.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said, taking your hand in his and raising it to his lips. “Maleficent has mentioned introducing the two of us, but she’s been…busy, it seems.”
“I can imagine taking care of two kingdoms would be quite the task,” you mused softly. “Well, the pleasure is mine, Diaval. I will admit, your abilities are intriguing to me.”
“Oh. They’re not mine. It’s Maleficent’s magic that granted me this form. Usually, I’m a raven.” He admitted, a sheepish smile finding his face.
“Fascinating.” You said, your eyes alight with awe. “Well, Diaval, what do you say to accompanying me for the evening?”
He slipped his arm through yours, his dark eyes sparkling and a promise written in his smile. “I’d be honored.”
Peeta Mellark x Reader
Word Count: 0.7k
Another New Year’s Eve alone with your books. You couldn’t complain, though. It was quiet. It was nice. It was you, the TV, your cat, and the Hunger Games books. Specifically, you were reading the first book, starting the series over again for what felt like the thirtieth time. Your books were very worn, the spines cracked beyond repair. You loved them and everything they stood for.
So, you opened the cover and pulled the bookmark out. You were nearing the end of the games. Peeta was hiding from the careers somewhere while Katniss took care of Rue. And when she died, as she always did, you cried. A few of your tears landed on the page of the book, and when the third tear landed on the paper, you heard a thud in your kitchen.
Looking up, you searched the room for your cat, but you spotted him on the chair across from you, notably, not making a mess in the kitchen. So, slowly, you walked through your apartment until you reached the doorway of the kitchen. You thought maybe one of your barstools had fallen over or something. But no, sitting in the middle of your kitchen, a shocked look on his face and a large gash on his leg, was none other than Peeta Mellark, right down to the District 12 jacket and the Josh Hutcherson face.
“What the fuck.”
“Is this…Where…where am I?”
“In my kitchen. In my apartment. Are you…You’re Peeta Mellark.”
“How did I get here?”
“I don’t know.” You shook your head. You looked at his leg, the shock of a fictional character sitting in your kitchen wearing off when you realized he was injured and bleeding pretty badly. “Shit, you’re bleeding! Um, I’ll get a first aid kit. Stay right here.”
You ran to your bathroom and back, carrying your first aid kit. He was lucky you knew your shit. He was also lucky he’d landed there before it got too badly infected.
“What district is this?” He asked, looking around your apartment, still sitting on your tile floor. “Where am I?”
“Peeta, I don’t know how to tell you this.” You sat down and opened your first aid kit, pulling out some ointment and bandages. “This isn’t one of the districts. This is another…world? Reality? I don’t know the terminology, but…”
“What do you mean?”
“Once I patch you up I will try to explain everything, okay?” You applied some hydrogen peroxide to his cut and then put ointment on it, wrapping it up in bandages. “Is that too tight?”
“No, it’s fine. Thank you.” His eyes were grateful, but you could tell he was still shaken up.
You helped him to his feet and he limped to the living room with his arm over your shoulder for support. Once you got him settled in a chair, you walked back out to the kitchen and got him a glass of water and the leftover half of a Subway sandwich that was in your fridge. You were planning on eating it for lunch the next day, but he needed it more than you did.
“You must be starving. Here.”
“Thank you so much.” He said, taking an eager few gups of water. You knew he was definitely dehydrated. “I’m pretty sure this is just some amazing dream.”
“It might be.” You shook your head, chuckling to yourself. “I don’t know how to explain this to you, but, here…” You handed him all three of the Hunger Games books and watched his face as he looked them over, curious but sullen.
“This…this is a joke, right? I’m not…this is…how…?”
“I don’t know either. But, um, you’re welcome to stay here as long as you need to. Or as long as you want to. I can’t imagine going back to a place like that. To the games…”
“You’ve read these a lot, huh?” He noticed how beat-up they were and looked up at you. “Why?”
“They give me hope. Things are pretty bad in my country right now, and it gives me hope that even though things are bleak, they can get better.”
“So they do get better?”
“They will, Peeta. It’ll get worse first, but they will get better.”
He smiled a soft but painfilled smile.
Your TV announced that the new year had arrived, and when you looked, it was indeed midnight.
“Happy New Year,” you said quietly.
He nodded and let out a long sigh before repeating, “Happy New Year.”
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Artist of the Month: August 2021
The featured artist for the month of August is a relative newcomer to the fandom, @paperdollgirl !
Paperdollgirl can be found on both AO3 and Tumblr.
When asked what drew her to the Bethyl fandom, she shared the following journey:
My first big ship/fandom was probably Wolverine/Rogue from the X-Man movie. I was obsessed with them and it got me into the whole older man/younger woman thing. We had the Wolverine and Rogue Dolphin Haven Yahoo Group and it was marvelous. Still have most of the stories that were posted there saved to a cd. After that I used to be very active during the good old LJ times. I was a big fan of Dr Who (9 & 10). Like everyone I cried when Rose and the Doctor were separated and also cried when they were reunited. I’m a big old sap. Some of my favorite shows during that time were Pushing Daisies, Heroes, Friday Night Lights, Veronica Mars, Psych, Dr. Who and Firefly. I even run a little Fanfiction archive for the Simon/River pairing from Firefly called CSI (Crazy Space Incest). After LJ died down I left all fandoms for a couple of years, made hardly any collages at all. There was a short revival for me during The Borgias (Cesare/Lucrezia) and the first season of GOT (Sansan). But there were years between were I didn’t touch PS at all.
Then I stumbled upon AO3, the first story I bookmarked was Sinners, Saint and Thieves for THE Folgers Commercial. Yes, I like my incest kink if my early bookmarks are any indication. That was in 2019. Then Jumanji (Alex/Bethany) and Black Panther (Shuri/Ross) happened and I kinda got into the whole older man/younger woman thing again and found my first Bethyl story. That was in August 2020. I binged a whole bunch of stories which resulted in my first Bethyl fanart, Like A Damn Romance Novel, which is still one of my favorites. So, thank you all for getting me hooked. And no, I had never seen a single episode of TWD before. After reading the first stories I googled the characters and well color me intrigued. Emily looks like a little angel and Norman is just ruggedly handsome. Almost 1 year and 31 collages later, I’m still as much in love with them as on the first day. Of course I have since watched all the Beth/Daryl scenes and boy did they deliver. And like most of my fellow Bethylers I just don’t believe their story is over. Beth‘s death made no sense whatsoever. And if these two can only get a happy ending through fanfiction and fanart so be it. The Bethyl fandom is just amazing. Everyone I met here has been nothing but kind, supportive and friendly. So thank you all for this wonderful little place of Bethyl fandom haven and letting me play in it.
For her personal list of favorite artists in the fandom, she recommends:
@gala-art
@boltthrutheheart
@littlelynxe
@attheshrineofyourlies
“Last Man Standing” by bam_bruto on instagram (killed me. It just hit right in the feels.)
Paperdollgirl’s art feature is rather fitting since she entered into the Bethyl world a year ago in August, gracing the fandom with the unique and beautiful aesthetic she applies to her fanart. She shared these four pieces as her personal favorites:
“Like A Damn Romance Novel”
Artist’s Comment: This was the first one I created for Bethyl after binging a whole bunch of fanfiction stories. I fell in love with them from the very first sentence although I had no idea who these characters were. Naturegodess210 commented on it with: ‘That's how you know what's the superior ship. You don't have to see the show to feel the chemistry.’ And damn isn‘t that the truth.
“Watch Over You”
Artist’s Comment: I really liked how this turned out, the soft, ethereal feel, working on a white canvas is my favorite. I often get inspired by songs and the lycris just screamed Bethyl to me, so this piece came to life. I still use this piece as a desktop background on one of my computers.
“For Keep Your Hands Off The Waitress by Wallflow3r”
Artist’s Comment: I just love when a story inspires me to create a new piece. This was so much fun to make and almost put itself together without me doing much at all. It was a great opportunity to add some other characters as well. *cough*Merle*cough* The story it is based on is Keep Your Hands Off The Waitress by wallflow3r
“Be Good”
Artist’s Comment: This one is also based on a song, Be Good by Emily Kinney. I mean come on, how could I not use it. For me the collage is about Daryl honoring Beth’s memory in trying to be good for her. Trying to be the man she saw in him.
We look forward to seeing what beautiful creations Paperdollgirl has to share with the Bethyl fandom in the future! Be sure to check out her other pieces, which are all equally beautiful and unique!
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8/4 Book Deals
Hello and good morning, everyone! I hope you’re all having a wonderful week-we’re halfway through! First, apologies for the lack of posting in general over the past week, things got really busy and I’m trying out a new freelance situation for part-time work until I can find a better full-time job, so that took a little bit of adjusting to get used to a new schedule. But regardless, how are you all doing!? Hanging in there? Things have just been so crazy again lately where I am, and I really just want everyone to be safe and healthy, so I hope you all have been able to be okay and healthy and doing well for whatever situation you’re in. :)
Now, on to the books! Today there were a bunch of deals for some middle grade/YA and biographical type works (both historical and modern), so there’s definitely a little bit of variety in there. There’s The Book Thief, Holes, some Anthony Bourdain, and even a writing book from Kurt Vonnegut. Be sure to have a look if you are in need of some new reading material. :)
Anyway, I hope you all have a fantastic day--stay safe, and happy reading!
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NOTE: I am categorizing these book deals posts under the tag #bookdeals, so if you don’t want to see them then just block that tag and you should be good. I am an Amazon affiliate in addition to a Book Depository affiliate and will receive a small (but very much needed!) commission on any purchase made through these links.
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