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Tiny Beautiful Things Chapter 30
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“Ahh God!” She cries out, clinging tight to his neck. He prevents himself from chuckling. This is serious business and not something to take lightly, even if she sounds like she did when this baby was started.
“A bit more, almost there.” The midwife urges. A gasp, a pulled in breath, and she goes again.
He is awed by her strength. Twelve plus hours and she is still going strong. He thought that he went through hell after his accident but, seeing his wife labor to give birth puts that in it’s proper perspective.
“Here comes the head. Grand job. One big push love and then pant.” Her hand finds his hair and she pulls as she pushes. He doesn’t even whimper. Her other hand is tight in his. They both kneel over a birthing stool. The sea like scent of amniotic fluid and sweat fills the room.
She grunts and puts her remaining strength into it.
“Now pant for just a minute.” He knows their child’s head has been delivered. Moving his own a fraction of an inch, he can see it, a face coming out of his wife. He takes his own deep breath so not to faint.
“Okay Claire , one more big push and we will have baby.”
She bears down harder then she ever has before. Time seems to stop as the baby is eased out of her. Her grunts are all that is heard until…
“Waa, waaa, waaaa!”
The baby is lifted up until her chest. She is crying as she runs shaking hands over,
“A lass Claire!” Jamie’s job is to check that. “We’ve a lass!”
“Hello Faith Julia Ellen Fraser. Happy birthday!” She greets her red haired daughter, through her tears.
#my writing#outlander fanfic#omgbarbiegurl's and i's#tiny beautiful things#chapter 30#jamie and claire#cannon divergence#outlander fandom#modern au
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Puppy Love (RWRB New Years Exchange Fic) - Chp 1
So I signed up to take part in the @rwrbnygiftexchange and was selected to write something for @omgbarbiegurl.
My prompts were : snow, fluff and kidfic
Thank you again for being so patient - I'm still writing, so I'll post as I go. but here's the first chapter for you!
Thanks as always to my betas who I run things by and are so supportive - and my friend @iris7124 who made the cover art for this fic!
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Henry shivered as the winter wind sliced through him. Pulling his coat collar up and holding it closed with one hand, he walked as quickly as he could. He knew his apartment wasn't that far.
So close. . .it was so close.
Henry had plans. Plans involving the biggest mug of Earl Grey he could imbibe, tucking into his sister's care package from home that was filled with Jaffa cakes, and probably watching Pride and Prejudice for the hundredth time.
Or maybe he’d switch to Star Wars. . . He could do with a little Return of the Jedi happy ending today.
The plans weren't exactly fixed in stone.
Henry sighed. Perhaps it wasn’t the most exciting evening in the world, but at least it was nice and cozy.
And warm.
He was really looking forward to the warm part.
Henry started to speedwalk as the first heavy, wet snowflakes began to fall. As he passed a poorly lit alleyway he could have sworn he heard a soft crying sound coming from the shadows. It stopped Henry in his tracks.
“Hello?” he called out tentatively. “Hello? Is someone there?”
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#bitbybitwrites#fic: puppy love#firstprince#rwrb#red white and royal blue#rwrb fic#rwrb fanfiction#rwrb fanfic#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor#rwrbnygiftexchange
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Tagged by @spacecowboyhotch (because she knows I need to keep my brain occupied!) Thank you!
last song: The last one I remember actually hearing (I have music on all the time) was Love Will Keep Us Alive by The Eagles
currently reading: My own Blind Faith actually. Though I hope to get back into Operation Payback by Justine Davis. Haven't opened it since before I got sick.
last film: Enola Holmes 2
currently craving: Sleep. I had really weird dreams last night and don't feel rested.
three ships: Damerey (or course), Mulder X Scully, Han X Leia
first ship: Han X Leia
favorite color: Royal Blue
currently working on: My current Damerey-heavy rewrite of the Sequel Trilogy. Also just wrote a drabble last night that I'll post later today.
No pressure tags: @diplomaticprincess, @my-secret-shame, @agent-troi, @reallyrallyauthor, @omgbarbiegurl, @marieziffer, @jewelsrulz and anyone else who wants to!
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Nine people you’d like to get to know better
Tagged by @mylucayathoughts 💜
Last song: Everybody (Backstreet's Back) by BSB. Yes, I sang every word like the dork I am. No, I have no regrets.
Favorite color: Depends--generally greens and blues, but I do love me a nice purple, and rich browns are always welcome. But mostly the greens and blues and greeny-blues
Currently watching: Young Royals S3 and all the Youtubers playing Shinkansen 0.
Sweet/ Savory/ Spicy: I'm allergic to spicy (capsaisin allergies suck), so let's just make this an either/or and we'll go with savory. I'll never turn down sweet, though.
Relationship status: Single
Current obsession: Copying this answer pretty much verbatim 'cause it's true: Red White and Royal Blue and Taylor Zakhar Perez.
Last thing I googled: Stardew Valley 1.6 Switch update
Tagging: @frost-pink @laissezferre @the-coolest-bowtie @omgbarbiegurl @trekkiepirate @imagineagreatadventure @njwoman @alovelyocean and @machtaholic if y'all want to. No pressure. Lord knows it took me like seven years to do this myself. 😅
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20 questions for fic writers Thank you, @thetentaclecommander ❤️
1. How many works do you have on AO3? 153! 95 only in Resident Evil fandom.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 573,764
3. What fandoms do you write for? Mainly Resident Evil, but I write also for the Arcane, Game of Thrones, Batman and Assassin's Creed Syndicate (incest) fandom.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
1) The years we shared
2) Dirty little fairytale
3) Unravel me
4) Natural born sinner
5) All beauty destroyed
5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! Always! I always enjoy receiving them and being able to talk to people about the characters and their impressions of the plot.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? If I had to choose between those published I would say Forever is not for everyone, in which Alex suddenly dies before Albert and Wesker finds himself dealing with this sudden loneliness, as well as the hallucinations in which he sees his sister.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I wanna feel you from the inside, because Albert wins and both Weskers are alive and together.
8. Do you get hate on fics? Uhm, no, not really. There were those on Twitter who commented negatively saying that I wrote incest, so I sucked, but no big deal.
9. Do you write smut? Well, obviously yes. I believe it is a fundamental aspect of a relationship and a language through which the characters can express what words do not do.
10. Do you write crossovers? Nope!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Uhm, as far as I know, no.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yep! In Chinese and Russian!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No: I don't think I would do it well.
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? Albert and Alex Wesker. Definitely Albert and Alex. The obsession, the brutality, the blood, the incest, the mutual possession, the total and absolute control that Wesker wants to exercise, Alex's sadistic and violent streak, the fact that they are a wonderful tangle of feelings and teeth and that they bite into each other - and the ramifications that sex can take: violent, raw, brutal, or tremendously and painfully gentle, nostalgic, needy. And then Wesker infected with the Uroboros? It's clearly a wedding invitation for me.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? At the moment I would like to conclude a fantasy AU on Resident Evil, but it requires a very large narrative and contextualization effort - the nations, the houses, the monsters, the creatures: I'm a very precise and methodical person so it could take me a long time
16. What are your writing strengths? Uhm, I don't know... maybe the sex and the feelings?
17. What are your writing weaknesses? The description of the environments. I think it should improve.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Yes. I'm Italian, so I did that for Excella.
19. First fandom you wrote for? Batman. A long time ago.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written? One, not yet published - violent and with torture, but which deeply explores the Weskers and which I will publish hopefully by the summer - and Lamb of God, for the sex scenes and the relationship between Alex and Albert.
I'm not sure who to tag, so anyone can use it freely! @judasiskariot @vesperene @tacky-tramp @junotranscends @omgbarbiegurl @doctor-hannibal-wesker @irithyll-writes @joanna-lannister
#albert wesker#alex wesker#my fanfiction#resident evil#weskers#albert wesker/alex wesker#alex wesker x albert wesker#weskercest#arcane fanfic#fryecest#evie frye/jacob frye#i ship jilco and i don't care#jilco#jinx x silco#jinx/silco
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Tag nine people you want to catch up with/get to know better.
tagged by @ramonaflow, @raspberryconverse. @jesuisici33 and @obsessedwithdavrick
Last Song: Got You, Noah Reid ,
Last Movie: Bottoms. I highly recommend it. It's funny, quirky and queer.
Currently Reading: Outside fanfiction? RWRB re-read.
Currently Watching: Lately been on a Black Lightening kick.
Current Obsession: probably RWRB fics?
let me tag some of my new mutals @letloverule1111, @adinarj. @onegirlandherpenwriting, @mrs-f-darcy, @omgbarbiegurl, @characterassassination-at-9am; @bl-anche73; @hey-holtzy, @68henley
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Part 7 - Six Years Old: Where do babies come from?
For @omgbarbiegurl I hope you like!
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“Papá?”
“Hmm?” Jake answered distractedly. He was under the hood of the car working while Mandy drew chalk pictures on the driveway.
“Where do babies come from?”
“Wha’?” Jake jerked his head up so fast he hit the metal hood. “Ay!” He cursed under his breath, turning to face Mandy as he removed his cap to rub the sore spot. “What are you talking about chiquita?”
Mandy glanced up at him, but went right back to her ladybug drawing, “Aaliyah said her baby sister came from her mommy’s tummy, but how did she get in there?”
Jake froze. Shit. Nope. Nada. No. He shoved Marc forward.
Mandy looked up when he didn’t answer and blinked when she saw Marc instead of Jake. “Hi Daddy. Where do babies come from?”
“Umm...” Marc floundered, still holding his sore head. “Storks?” He heard Jake snort. Of course, the man thought it was funny now that he was out of the hot seat. “Wait, no. Um, when a mommy eats a watermelon seed in the cabbage patch...”
Oh, for heaven’s sake! Move over.
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Thank you for your ask, @omgbarbiegurl!
🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?
I have lots of WIPs but I’ll share an angsty bit from an idea I’m hoping to knock out next year. :)
47 crept over the balcony as a light flickered within the penthouse. He calmly rose to his feet as she emerged with a gun.
“I knew you would show up eventually.”
He nodded. “It took some time to find you.“
“Why are you here?”
“I’m here to help you.“
“Help me?” she scoffed. “That’s rich.”
“Diana—“
“I think you’re here to finish what you started.”
“That’s not true.“
“Then what is?”
“We’re…I’m your friend. We’ve been friends for years.”
“I doubt that,” she said bitterly. Her aim remained steady. “How could we ever be friends after what you did to my parents?”
47 forced himself to ignore the stabbing ache in his chest. He turned his palms slightly outward as a shrug. “It’s the truth.”
“Prove it.”
He took a deep breath.
“You have a small scar on your left elbow. You were hurt playing in the park with James.”
Diana’s lips parted in surprise. After a moment of silence, he continued.
“You have another scar, here—“ He slowly pointed to the middle of his right thigh. “—when Savi’s men attacked you.”
47 waited as she eyed him curiously.
“What else?” she murmured.
He lifted his hand up towards his chest. “Do you remember this one?”
Diana mimicked his action with her empty hand and shook her head.
“That was my greatest mistake.”
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Thank you @virtie333 for the tag! List 5 things that make you happy, then tag the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. learn to know your mutuals and followers.(ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡
My morning gym routine. I know it sounds crazy, but my favorite part of my day is waking up at 5am to go to the gym, shower, eat a real breakfast, and generally chill before my day begins. It's become a cathartic ritual for me and one I cannot live without.
Family dinners. I come from an Italian family and while my extended family isn't as close as we were when I was younger, I do try to have dinner with my parents and siblings at least once a week. We all try to pitch into the dinner too, bringing sides, main courses, desserts, etc to keep it interesting.
My TV Shows. I admit, I'm a TV addict. I'm always on the lookout for TV shows that I can get lost in. A few of my recent favorites have been Mandalorian (obviously), Slow Horses (Apple TV+), 1923 (Paramount+), The Recruit (Netflix), and The Night Agent (Netflix). In case you can't tell, I've been on a bit of a spy/espionage kick. Now that the Last of Us is over that might be next on my list to binge. 😃
Video Games. Besides TV, I'm also a big gamer. I love narrative games and I'm so excited for two big releases coming later this year - Star Wars: Jedi Survivor and Final Fantasy XVI. I adored Fallen Order (preparing for Survivor with another playthrough) and I've been a huge Final Fantasy nerd for over two decades going back to my first time playing Final Fantasy 7.
Topical YouTube Creators. I'm a knowledge buff. I like learning about all sorts of different topics going on in the world and those of particular interest to me. As a result, I follow a number of really interesting political, economic, mental health, and news-based channels. Some of my favorites include Wendover Productions, Johnny Harris, RealLifeLore, Healthy Gamer, and Second Thought.
No pressure tags: @marieziffer @pcedamercn @omgbarbiegurl @crimm-trent @reyskywalker328 @starlight-and-seafire @lunapascal @bluephoenix1347 @soloorganaas @straight-outta-kirkwall
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Did yoy get to watch Venom Let There Be Carnage? Did it live up to expectations?
Yesss i watched the movie, and i really liked it, it was so fun, funny, emotional and badass
Yet the pacing was so ass esp at the start and at the end, really wished the movie was longer so they could focus on some parts better because sometimes it felt hard for me to follow the lil details
Overall Venom fucked Eddie in the big screen how could i not be satisfied with that
Are you planning on watching it?
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@omgbarbiegurl submitted to dailyfryes:
I just noticed that Jacob and Evie are left-handed. I am probably the last person to notice this. So apologies.
They are? All assassins have their main gauntlet on their left hand and often use other weapons with either hand, and like Ezio and others, the twins have two hidden blades but the one on their right hand is just a blade hidden under their sleeves. And they hold their weapons (cane sword/kukri/brass knuckles) in their right hand when they fight. If anything they’d be ambidextrous.
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The Contractor Chapter 28
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“A.” She says as she forms her baby’s hand to say it, “A.”
When she lets go of his hand, he grins as he forms it himself.
“Very good,” she signs and says, “very good Fergus.”
She works with him a few hours of the day. Not all at once, as her six month old son would be overwhelmed by that. They also attend a class together once a week that teaches them both to sign and allows him to be around other deaf children.
She is also working part time and helping to plan Geillis ‘ wedding. Fergus will be dedicated soon and then there is herself and Jamie. Her life is full and wonderful.
“B.” she again helps him say it, “B.”
Jamie walks on their lesson. He doesn’t interrupt just stands and watches.
“Very good Fergus.” Her hands move quickly through the signs, “Very good.”
He grins and claps before waving. That is when she turns to see Jamie.
“Well hello. I thought you were working on the Grant house today.”
“We stopped early. Angus had a tux fitting,” he shakes his head as his smile gets bigger. “I never thought I would live to see the day.”
“Are you ready for your best man duties? Any rooster party plans?”
He laughs. “Are you asking or Geillis?”
She chuckles. “Both. She wants me to plan a hen party. The theme will be based on what you are planning.”
“Ah, well there will be a stripper, if that helps.” Before she can fuss at him, he turns to Fergus. “Hello son,” he signs.
The little boy wiggles and reaches for him. He picks him up.
“Hum, well then I guess we will be going to the strip club.” She is upset.
“Mommy is mad.” He signs before turning to her, “all him. I swear Claire. The only lass I am interested in seeing nude is you.”
Fergus tried to turn his head to him so he can read his lips, a skill he is quickly picking up.
“No. Adult conversation.” His mama tells him. “I believe you. I feel the same. We can have fun and stay true, surely?”
“Aye we can. It is for them.” Now he includes the lad, “ For Auntie Geillis and Uncle Angus.”
He signs aunt and uncle and his mama claps while Jamie slowly says, “Good on you lad!” To Claire, “He is learning quickly.”
“Yes, I need to study more then he is. The classes are helping and they sign at the hospital daycare.”
He picks up on the last word and he frowns.
“No daycare today .” She says and signs, “Fergus with mama and Jamie.”
“So mama,” he faces the lad, “what plans?”
“Mama needs to do housework.”
“Fergus and I will help.” He adjusts him to sign with one hand, “Help mama?”
“Mama.” He signs back, reaching for her. He hands him over. “What needs done?”
He soon finds himself folding laundry with a smile on his face. Fergus sits by him, playing with a towel he handed him. Claire sings in the kitchen as she loads the dishwasher. He wants this, every day.
#my writing#outlander fanfic#omgbarbiegurl's and i's#the contractor#chapter 28#jamie and claire#cannon divergence#outlander fandom#modern au
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Thank you to @forabeatofadrum , @wordsofhoneydew , @onthewaytosomewhere , @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion for tagging me for Six Sentence Sunday and WIP Wednesday!
I'm tired - are you all tired? Can I nap now?
Writing is going slowly, but its going:)
Some bits and pieces from assorted Klaine and RWRB WIP for you all under the link.
1.) From Puppy Love (RWRB Fluffy kid!fic): (cc @omgbarbiegurl )
“I know it’s crazy because maybe it’s kind of soon in our friendship and all . . but . . .”
“Henry,” Nora gave him this warning glare that he felt even Raf wouldn’t be able to to ignore.
“ . .Would you be my emergency dog sitter/walker when I’m caught in a bind?” Henry blurted out quickly.
“Of course!”
Henry sighed in relief. “Thank you.”
“Did you seriously think I’d say no?” Nora looked at David as he rolled over again to hint at a need for belly scratches. “I can hardly say no to Raf, you think I’d do the same to you and this adorable little guy?” She reached down to satisfy David’s insatiable need for attention, chuckling as she heard the happy grunts the beagle made as soon as she started.
Henry reached into his pocket and tentatively pulled out a spare key for his apartment. “I trust that you’ll use this sparingly and only when necessary?”
“I will guard it with my life, “ Nora exclaimed as she took possession of the key. “And I promise to refold everything in your underwear drawer after I rifle through it.” She winked.
“I am regretting this decision already.”
Nora stuck her tongue out at Henry playfully. “Oh you’re full of it. You know you love me, or you wouldn’t have asked. I am a delight!.”
“You sound like Papi,” Raf said as he took over scratching David’s belly.
“He learned from the best, kiddo,” Nora said, smirking.
“I might be in need of your services sooner than later - but only if it won’t disrupt you and Raf. If it will, I’m sure David would be fine by himself for a few hours today.” Henry confessed.
“Noooooooooo!” Raf wailed, hugging David tightly. “Can David stay and play? Please Tia Nora? Please? Please-please-please-please?” Raf turned on the pout and the puppy eyes. David seemed to get the memo, Henry could have sworn the beagle was looking at Nora with the same expression.
It was impossible for anyone to say no to those eyes ( human and canine).“Only if you finish your homework first. Play after, OK?” Nora sighed as she told Raf. “Someone’s got to be responsible here. Your father trusted me with that.”
Raf cheered as he gave David another big hug and was rewarded with a multitude of doggie kisses in return. Henry had to grin at the bond David was developing with the little boy. It was the kind of friendship he wished he had when he was younger. A dog like David certainly would have made life in his grandmother’s house so much more tolerable.
“Am I ever getting my dog back there do you think?” Henry asked as he leaned in to Nora.
“I’m not quite sure.” Nora snickered. “He’ll be in good hands, I promise.”
She nudged Henry gently with her shoulder. “Not to be too nosy. But is everything OK? Us watching David is kind of out of the blue - you two have been inseparable ever since you adopted him and brought him home.”
Henry blushed as he fiddled with the postcard in his hands. “I . .um . . may have . . a date.”
“Shut up!” Nora cried gleefully as she smacked him on the arm. “That’s fantastic! Oh god, what will happen when Mrs. Schoenfeld finds out? Will she double down on the baked goods to win you over?” Nora cackled loudly at the thought.
Henry groaned. “If that happens, I am leaving everything on your doormat.”
2.) From Sanctuary (Klaine fantasy AU): ( cc @datshitrandom and @justgleekout)
Taking the items and quickly tying them up in the cloth that the princeling had brought with him, the young woman paused for a moment, her eyes closing and her brow furrowing in concern. With one hand resting on her growing belly and one resting on the wooden table to support her weight, she paused in her task abruptly.
Blaine held his breath as he watched. Mistress Fabray was a gifted young woman who came from a long line of seers. He had heard of her visions and how they could overtake her at any time of the day or night. It was why she lived in the small secluded cottage away from the prying eyes of those in the castle.
A slight breeze blew through the cottage, setting the assortment of crystals hanging above the window chiming softly against one another. Quinn’s eyes filled with a golden glow, masking the kind brown ones that often were there. Her body shuddered as the vision overtook her.
She gasped out, her voice gravelly and hard :
Over hill, through darkened dale
The blood flows fast, the cheek grows pale
The crown that clatters to the ground
Lies tarnished now and makes no sound.
The bird that flies on moonlit wings
No longer soars, no longer sings
It tumbles swiftly from its nest
So longing for its heart to rest
By waters edge its finds its place
Its soul will mend. A kindly face,
Two lives entwined, two spirits one
Beneath the boughs, warmed by the sun
The courage lost is found in plain sight
A journey then from day to night
Brings fledglings back toward home and then
The crown once rusted, shines again
Falling to her knees, the seeress cried out as if in pain. The princeling rushed forward to catch her as she went limp in his arms, her eyes rolling backward. Panic begun to set in as Blaine lowered her gently to the floor. He had to get help.
“Watch over her, puss," the young prince ordered the brindle cat aa he stumbled out of the cottage door and down the well worn path that led farther into the wood.
3.) From my online auction!AU - how ardently i admire and love you - (RWRB fic)
Alex looked up to see his older sister come through the door, kicking off her heels and walking over to them. June leaned over to kiss Nora as she grabbed a burrito for herself. She plopped down on the other end of the couch , dropping her feet in her brother’s lap and wigging her toes.
“What’s the existential crisis, lil bit?” She asked, her eyes twinkling merrily.
Alex huffed at his sister as he slowly picked away at the burrito in his hands. “Henry’s birthday.”
“Ahhhhh,” June nodded in understanding. “Planning a party or buying a gift?”
“Gift.” Nora responded around a mouth full of burrito.
“Everything I think of he either owns, or has turned out to not be so great of an idea. Bea talked me down from buying a polo pony a while ago.”
June wrinkled her nose at that suggestion. “Really Alex? Polo?”
“I know, I know . . Bea said the same thing.”
“It’s just not really . . .Henry.” Nora said as she passed the bag of tortilla chips to the siblings. "Don't get me wrong, I know he plays but he's never gave me that rich-guy-polo-vibe. He's too down to earth, really."
“I was at the end of my rope.”
“Naughty . . .” Nora teased, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. “There’s a good shibari workshop I know of . . if that’s more your thing.”
“Nora!” June hissed, giving her girlfriend the “do-not-talk-about-that-in-front-of-my-little-brother” glare.
“Oh . . . .OH . . . oh . . eeeeeewwww,” Alex groaned as he looked at the both of them, his head bobbing back and forth as if he was watching a tennis match between the two. “No. Stop. Stop right there. Too much information. I don’t ever want that picture seared into my brain.”
“No kink shaming, Alex.” June said as she poked him in the stomach with her ankle.
“Never say the words ‘kink’ and’ shaming’ to me in the same sentence ever again, Bug. I never want to know how you two defile this apartment when I’m not here.”
“But . . .” piped up Nora.
“Never. Want. To. Know.”
4.) From If I Can Make Your Heart My Home ( Klaine fic) (cc @datshitrandom)
“Hello, my darling. Have you been here long?”
Cooper glanced up from his phone to see his grandmother standing in front of him, two steaming paper cups in her hands. She offered one to him which he took gratefully.
“Thanks, Nan.” He said, sighing as he took a long pull from the cup. “Did your meeting go well?”
She sighed. “As well as it could have gone, I suppose. June is still livid about what happened at the Martell Fundraiser. But I suppose one can’t blame her.” Lillian peered down the hallway towards her grandson’s room. “How was Blaine today?”
“As well as could be expected. What was it that Doctor Figgins told us? Pneumonia?
“Bacterial pneumonia that was too far gone.” Nana said sadly. “I should have caught on, but your brother was trying to not let me see how ill he was.”
“Pain in the ass,” muttered Cooper, taking another sip of his coffee.”If he already wasn’t in the hospital, I’d put him in there myself.”
Lillian chuckled. “Why are you sitting out here? Oh, and did Sam come by today? He told me he would when I ran into him this morning.”
Cooper stretched his long legs and arms, yawning deeply. “I’m sorry, I just needed a bit of a break. Since Blaine ’s been sleeping most of the time, I don’t think he would have noticed if I slipped out for a bit. But yeah, Sam came by for a bit during lunch, dropped off some comic books for Blaine. Told me Schubert is having a grand ole time having a sleepover with him.”
Cooper’s eyes darted back down the hall toward where Blaine’s room was located. “Nan, that fellow, Kurt, came by again.” he confessed “He’s in with Blaine now. I kind of felt he needed privacy. Blaine’s still asleep, though.”
Lillian’s eyes softened. “I’m glad he came to visit.”
“What’s his deal, Nan? What’s going on between those two?”
“Kurt and Blaine have a lot to figure out and a lot to talk about, Cooper,” Lillian said. “And that’s all you’ll get from me.”
Cooper pouted. “You’re no fun.”
Lillian rolled her eyes as she stood up, brushing wrinkles away from her skirt. “And you, my darling, love gossip too much. Just like your grandfather.”
Ooof . . that was a lot.
So tagging for folks ( no pressure!): @hkvoyage, @spaceorphan18, @14carrotghoul, @myheartalivewrites, @kirakiwiwrites , @madas-ahatters-world and and anyone else who wants to go for it - go ahead!
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✨️moodboard tag game✨️
Rules: Open Pinterest, make a moodboard out of the first nine pictures that show up, and tag your mutuals!
I stole this from @soft-girl-musings because I was curious to see what I would find. You have to understand, I only joined Pinterest for one reason. I think this represents that reason pretty well.
No pressure tags: @jewelsrulz, @marieziffer, @omgbarbiegurl, @diplomaticprincess, @ladywynne, @closerundone and anyone else who thinks it would be fun!
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@omgbarbiegurl thank you for your comment, it made my day, hope you're doing well ♡
tried to make this one extra long for you!
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fryecest: CROOKED HEARTBEAT, pt. VII
first time here? start from the beginning
word count - 4.024
total word count - 17.443
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It wasn’t until late that evening when Jacob finally returned to that same confined hotel room, Evie like a complete replica of her yesterday’s self. Well, if one wasn’t counting the noticeable absence of her sleep-deprived undereye bags and gentle smile she couldn’t shake off her lips at the thought of the day she had just had.
‘Jacob and I have come to London to find it.’
She continued, leaving the space with the now dried spilt ink empty as she wrote underneath.
‘It would be more truthful to say that I have come to London with that aim in mind. I am supported by Mr. Henry Green, an Assassin from our Brothers in India. Jacob is more interested in a scheme to use London's gangs to take back the city from Templar control. He has a tendency to act rashly when he gets impatient.’
“Jacob.” She addressed calmly, pen tapping against the worn paper, her lips pursed and shoulders tensed, as if her body itself was always in reflexive anticipation of what antic her brother would decide to entertain next.
Her notebook had been through hell and back, and its look didn’t do much to conceal its suffering throughout the years. The amount of times it got thrown in the mud, was soaked in rain, or both made the stitching in the back barely hold it together.
Then again, if Evie thought about it, Jacob didn’t seem so far off from the paper companion she so gently held in her hands. Beaten and bruised, it was as if she was counting down the days until he’d return to her in a body bag. And she definitely didn’t like to think about that.
‘He is calling them "the Rooks".’
She added, the quotations of clear indication she still deemed it as ridiculous as the first time he said it.
Something about the rain soaking his hair and clothes, to the mud on his side hinting of a certainly very friendly discussion he had undoubtedly just had in the storm wilding outside, made the irony in that metaphor that much more apparent.
“Jacob Frye, the gang leader. Had a nice ring to it while it lasted.” She dared to poke the bear, eyes searching his as he made no attempt to answer her dry greeting.
“Au contraire, dear sister.” He smirked in return, pulling off the drenched jacket. “I’m on Kaylock’s tail.” She didn’t miss his pained wincing as he moved.
“Already?”
Jacob gave her a look that screamed his childish how-dare-you-doubt-me, because if he was sure of anything, Jacob was sure he was efficient at being an Assassin. And efficient he was, having put all his energy into his goal, he rounded up the ragtag group of Clinkers lounging around Whitechapel and polished them under a new name. Give a desperate man an ounce of hope and it’s not hard to persuade him into anything.
“Tomorrow, we’re taking Whitechapel.”
“Cryptic.” Her eyes narrowed as she leaned back on her chair, the notebook now closed on the table in front of her.
“What, Greenie didn’t tell you everything?” He mocked the Assassin’s name, making Evie roll her eyes with a scoff.
His clothes leaked, a puddle of rainwater gathering at his boots where they hung. “I suppose one good thing when being behind enemy lines is how cocky they get, thinking they’re untouchable.”
“Way to bring attention to us.”
“We want Starrick’s attention on us, baby.”
She held his confident gaze with apprehension, merely raising a hand in encouragement for him to continue, her body tensing up at his choice of words. “The Templars have this grand network of… whatever. Think they’re really smart.” He waved his hand, unable to find the correct words.
Had he just called her a nickname? That nickname?
“London boroughs controlled by Blighters who answer to one Templar… who then answers to-“
“Starrick.”
He nodded, eyes searching hers, though she made no point to comment. Perhaps he had imagined saying it. “We take them out, take the boroughs one by one, and…”
“As if it’s ever that easy.”
“Oh, but it is.”
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Kaylock is sloppy. Too proud. Even bet his train that he can beat us in a fight. It was that easy.”
Evie stood up and marched towards him, brushing away the dampened hair to reveal an ugly bruise on his cheekbone. Well, a worsened one, since the previous one had had no time to heal in the slightest.
“Easy, hm?” Tone flat, she stepped away, eyes averting from his to the purple wound. “We’re Assassins. We don’t fight like… some drunkards in the street. That’s barbaric.”
“Well, we do now.” His brows furrowed, disappointment overtaking his already slacked shoulders. “At least I’m doing something. Where has your flirting with Greenie taken us, huh?”
She rolled her eyes, sat back into her chair.
"Start behaving, Jacob. Your anger towards Henry is uncalled for." She gave him a meaningful look. “First name basis?” He mused, tenseness overtaking his tone, which merely prompted her to roll her eyes again.
“Stay away from him.”
“Or what?” She challenged apathetically, voice holding no emotion. His hands balled into fists and unruffled again and again as he felt a wash of powerlessness overtake him. He really had no plausible threat ready to give her. Yes, Jacob Frye, the one and only, was merely grasping at straws and it angered him to no extent to stand on no solid ground. And they couldn’t stay away from him, no matter how much he might have wanted it. Henry Green was a valuable source of information and a member of the Brotherhood. They couldn’t conduct their intended business in London without him.
He glued his gaze to her seemingly always irritated expression, walking over to her desk. She was always off, something constantly bothering her when he was near, and he was growing tired of it. Tired of those few moments of bliss when she dropped her reserved demeanour being so rare.
"So what’s the plan, then, oh mighty planner?" He bit out and abruptly leaned in, his face suddenly close to hers. She tightly clenched her jaw and merely observed him, didn’t miss the flick of his eyes to her lips and neither did he her consequent blushing.
“You're the one with the grand ideas; the gangs, the fights, even the outfits you'll wear! Perhaps you should lead the way.” She half whispered, half hissed, crossing her arms though never breaking eye contact out of pure Frye-born stubbornness. The last thing she did was agree with the way her brother meant to handle things, though the pain she felt at him dismissing her passion for finding the Piece of Eden was too much for her to replicate it back.
Even though she was sure Jacob saw no correlation in that particular point in time.
“If you insist!” He hissed back, pushing away from the table as he unbuttoned his shirt before disappearing into the adjacent bathroom to refresh himself. The clock had just struck midnight when he planted himself on the uncomfortable bed where Evie’s gentle scribbling slowly lulled him to sleep.
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She had already occupied a certain ninety percent of his thoughts before, though interacting with her so casually, or, as casual as their bickering was, made him itch for a shot of whiskey or two. He could hardly handle the onslaught of thoughts his brain threw at him, the overthinking and overanalysing of anything she did driving him closer and closer to insanity.
Then again, Jacob did have a tendency to be a bit over-dramatic at times.
But, he hadn’t been having a good time in the slightest, regardless. And he couldn’t find it in himself to head to the nearest bar either, as the way she asked him to stay, the way her arms wrapped around him then, made him never want to leave her to sleep on her own again.
“I’ve got to drop off this letter. Then we’re headed to Henry’s.”
They made their way forward through the streets and Jacob followed his sister silently, making a point to walk behind. "Second randez-vous?" He scoffed his disagreement. “And who is Mister Maybeth?”
“My secret lover back in Crawley.”
“What?” He choked on his spit, almost tripping over his own two feet. “Relax.” She laughed sincerely upon seeing his dumbfounded expression. “He’s the bartender I heard you owed money to.” She looked at him from underneath her lashes. “Sending him apologies and compensation in your name. Since we’re to be in London for quite some time now.”
He scoffed, mouth open in disbelief. Evie merely laughed further, patting his head as if he were a small boy. Then again, what did compel her to make such a joke in the first place? Or why did she feel the need to explain it anyway?
Suddenly she felt uneasy, her hands turning clammy.
And her uneasiness only deepened when they kept walking through the streets in silence, Jacob again a step behind, seeming like he was deep in thought.
“Why are we headed to Henry’s again?” Jacob spoke, looking distracted. “He’s got something for us.”
As they entered the shop, the Frye twins were met with a warm greeting, which Evie gently returned, the tone of her voice in painfully stark contrast to what she usually offered her brother. She straightened her posture and sauntered towards the counter, a soft easiness to her relaxed stance.
“Why am I here?” His voice was cold, oh so very cold, as he addressed the gentleman before him. “I heard of your ventures, Jacob.” Henry commented softly, never dropping his polite demeanour. “I hope your plan works. Your bravery is commendable.”
Though his words were intended for the younger of the two, he gave Evie a gentle, meaningful look before he disappeared to the back room and returned with something that caught Jacob’s eye.
“Here. You might be able to use this.” He handed them their very own derringer pistols, small and sleek, easy to conceal and perfect for Assassin work. “And this. I'm sure you can put this to better use than I can.” He murmured, giving them two bent blades, the kukri.
“What's this Greenie, Assassin Christmas?” Jacob said, half appreciatively, half mockingly.
Though his comedic genius fell on deaf ears. “You can go now, Jacob.” Evie shooed him away, turning to the books Henry brought out once more.
“How many times can you talk about this damn Piece of Eden before you die of boredom?” He mused, spinning the newly acquired blade in his hands. He was most certainly ready to nag his sister on having to even interact with Henry Green, though in true Jacob childish fashion, now that she was asking him to leave, he felt like being the academic bookworm out of mere spite.
“Go talk to your… Rooks.” She scoffed, her attention fully on the Assassin who actually appreciated and shared her passion for precursor artefacts. Henry was a refreshing sight and a good distraction, though Evie was more like her brother than she thought. Her fingers itched for some action, to explore London and all it has to offer, and some classical Assassin espionage wouldn’t spoil her mood either. It wasn’t exactly her plan to be cooped up inside for the second day in a row.
Though just as her brother, seeing him be so dismissive over what she was passionate about stung in a special kind of way, and she too, felt like being the academic bookworm, simply out of spite.
“Afternoon. Be there.” Jacob said through his teeth, his previously planned business overtaking his stubbornness and current personal turmoil. He intended to prove himself to Evie, even if he had to do so on his own. He’d do it with his own two hands. It was all he truly needed anyway.
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"A hideout on the rails! What an excellent idea." Henry beamed, excitement and elation clear in his content expression. As he slowly and quite clumsily moved forward, Evie motioned to her brother to help the man carry the heavy boxes full of books, pens and different papers. All she got in response to her gesture was a somewhat dull sigh and a cocked eyebrow.
One could practically feel the anger oozing off the younger twin, he was pissed off, more than he had been in a long while. Not when the mistake he made proved so devastating to his beloved sister.
"Yes, it all worked out rather well." Her words were entwined with annoyance and anger at her brother's arrogance as she spoke to Henry, trying to cover the irritation with a happy smile.
"Please, you should rest." Henry’s warm brown eyes caught hers in a gentle embrace as he swiftly dismissed her offer to help with his essentials. Still, she picked up a few books to take the weight off his tired arms.
The last of the boxes Henry brought with him to the train was gently laid on the wooden table nearby. He carefully took the books Evie grabbed from her shaking hands and gave her a meaningful look. “The medic is on the way.” He tried to persuade her again.
Evie couldn't help but avert her eyes, almost subconsciously laying her fingertips on the opposite forearm. A visible wince emitted from her lips as she felt the strong pain radiate through her arm, all the way to her shoulder. "You're hurting, Miss Frye…” Henry stepped so close to her she could almost feel his warmth entering her vicinity. It was only then she realised how cold she had been feeling for a while.
Mr. Green's movements caught Jacob's distracted attention and his eyes snapped to him and Evie. The man's hand tenderly took her left forearm, like it was something made out of glass. He tried to examine it, but she hastily pulled it away, a pained grimace making its way across the gentle features of her face at her subconscious abrupt motion.
"Really, I'm fine." She reassured with gritted teeth for what seemed like the hundredth time since Jacob ended Kaylock’s life. Henry's eyes seemed defeated, unknowing of what to do in such a situation. He mustered a weak smile. "And please, call me Evie." She added, trying to convey the confident meaning of her words into her voice, but ended up sounding meek and shaky.
"How about we stay with Miss Frye for now?" In a matter of mere seconds Jacob made his way towards the suspicious pair. Obviously irritated at Henry's sudden closeness to his sister, he carefully yet firmly grabbed her shoulder and enlarged their distance. "Of course. Please excuse my rudeness, Jacob." Henry only sighed, the defeated look in his eyes only deepening. "That's Mr. Frye to you." He hissed.
Evie rolled her eyes, her gaze averting towards the books Henry brought with them, trying to distract herself from the pain. “Now, I would like to follow up a lead on-“ She tried her best to hide the wounded arm away from worried, but prying eyes. Her brother merely scoffed, staring daggers at the man standing in front of him.
Kaylock was cruel, sure, ruthless, but maybe Jacob was the one that got cocky in the end, as Evie’s reprimanding never failed to remind him. The gang war he organised was more like a joke of what it was called, since Kaylock’s numbers were far greater than he had anticipated and the Rooks were easily overpowered.
“Jacob?” She asked, tone flat and somewhat bored. She was definitely growing tired, from everything that had happened, though first and foremost, of her brother’s disrespectful treatment of Henry.
“I’m not doing anything until you get fixed.” He stated plainly, facing her, arms crossed over his chest.
He cursed himself over and over again in his mind, feeling regret and fear, but the only thing he managed to portray on the outside was seething anger. He feared that he might lose her. And the sheer fact that if he wasn’t at the right place at the right time, by some divine coincidence, she could have died… he didn’t dare think about it.
‘You now have the chance to join our ranks!' She tried to participate in her brother’s attempt at a victorious speech, tried to be the shoulder he could lean on. He had just defeated a major member of Templar ranks, just breathed life into their rebellion, and if judging by the look on Rooks’ faces, they felt it too. Whitechapel was now theirs to rule over, the first step of many, and they’d definitely grab Starrick’s attention now.
“Our research is of grave importance.” She pointedly inhaled. “Requires immediate attention.”
“Don’t start with the fucking Piece of Eden now.” He was mad, infuriated it was what she was thinking about at that point in time, as he glared at her. She was hurting, and she wouldn’t let him see.
‘Welcome to the Rooks!’ He proclaimed half-heartedly whilst trying to put on an unconcerned face. Stubborn as she was, she didn’t scream, didn’t make a single sound as the knife pierced her skin.
Evie merely scoffed, a feeling of dizziness washing over her. She meant to bicker, defend herself and stand her ground, though just as her mouth opened to speak, Henry’s medic rushed into the train, taking her attention to the pain in her forearm.
“So it wasn’t that easy, was it?” She hissed at her brother as the medic rushed her towards one of the lavish bedrooms inside the train to take care of her wound as quickly as possible. “I didn’t know he’d come after you!” He tried to defend, panicked, as the last thing he wanted was for her to be cross with him. He meant to play her hero, and he mentally cursed himself over where that lead him in the end.
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"I forgot about you..." Jacob carefully picked up the pistol-like object that instead of regular bullets, seemed to shoot out arrows attached to a rope. It was an ugly pistol really, with a poorly made grey-ish design and initials R.K. engraved onto it.
Evie had picked it up after he had delivered Kaylock’s untimely death sentence, commenting on how it appeared to be broken. And dysfunctional it was, in need of repair were it ever to be used for its originally intended purpose.
Jacob gave his sister a few days' rest, or rather forced her to take it. Despite her protests, he merely allowed her to leave one of the bedrooms on their train to sift through books her and Henry had brought with them.
The cut was accidental, aimed at something more vital, though as she was distracted by Jacob fighting Blighters one versus three just metres away from her, her dodging skills slacked, and her arm blocked the path of Rexford’s knife. It was an intimidating looking cut, from her wrist leading up to her elbow, though very shallow and didn’t require much else than a disinfectant, a couple of stitches and a tight bandage.
‘It has taken the bribing of several of Mr. Green's London contacts, not to mention intercepting messages meant for Templar agents, but we have determined that Miss Thorne does not yet have the Piece of Eden. That much is good news.’
She scribbled in her notebook, ever so often mindlessly grabbing the injured arm. She felt mad at her brother’s reckless arrogance, yet still somewhat proud of what he managed to achieve in such a short period of time.
‘However, she is expecting a delivery to the London docks, which she will collect personally. Whatever it is, I must get to it before she does.’
Evie was afraid she’d lose the lead on Lucy Thorne’s pursuit of the Piece of Eden if she didn’t act fast enough, though something in Jacob’s eyes didn’t let her object to his commands, no matter how silly they might have seemed.
"So…the Rooks are a proper thing now.”
She appeared at the door to his bedroom early in the morning, giving it a quick look. The lavish bed, expensive décor, satin sheets, all stood in stark contrast with their small hotel room.
Henry had been snooping around for her, collecting additional information, but only tip toed around the idea of pursuing anything in person, despite Evie’s encouragements. Thankfully, he’d found out the delivery hadn’t come yet, but it’d be arriving soon.
“I would disagree with the colour choice though." She smirked at him, trying to lighten the mood as she squeezed her wounded hand. The past few days their conversations were chipped and cold, with barely anything but an exchanged glance or two.
"It's a beautiful shade of green and you, my dear sister, are simply just jealous." He joked back, stepping towards her. Absently, Jacob grabbed her injured hand to inspect it.
He had kept himself busy, instead of relishing in his new bedroom, spent a few nights out getting himself acquainted with Whitechapel pubs, drinking with his newly acquired green-clothed friends at night, and took care of Rook business during the day. The burning drink always helped take away the pain of his mistakes, and his gang seemed like a good enough distraction.
"This means you approve of my Rooks now?" He asked, finally meeting her eyes as he let her hand drop back to her side. She pouted, crossing her arms. "If you admit the Pieces of Eden are of big importance then I shall at least acknowledge this elaborate scheme of yours." Sometimes, she was too proud for her own good as well.
He clenched his jaw and shook his head, looking her over with an intense stare that seemed to speak a thousand of silent, unrecognisable words.
"Look, the truth is, I need your help. Please. Henry found a lead on Ms. Throne's Piece of Eden and I have to investigate, but I can't do it on my own." Her voice was determined, but pleading.
"Why don't you have Greenie help you? You seem to have become quite the pair." He commented, his words bitter and muffled. Constantly feeling conflicted on what he should do has been wearing him out, more than he dared to admit. He hated seeing her spend so much time with the older Assassin, though wished for her to rest and recover before springing back into action.
The sheer possibility of how sudden her death could really be if they weren’t careful, made him want to lock her inside for the foreseeable future, even if that meant pushing her closer to Henry. Though he knew he couldn’t really do such a thing, Jacob knew her well enough to know she couldn’t be cooped up inside for so long any more than he did.
The train had just started moving, indicating the clock struck six in the morning. Jacob ran his hand through his hair with an exhausted sigh. Barely getting any sleep due to his racing mind, he felt drowsy and annoyed. He looked away, his eyes moving from the slowly passing streets of London he saw through the window, to the object twirling in his hands.
"Henry doesn't want me to put myself in danger and go steal from Ms. Thorne. The place will be heavily guarded." She explained in half a whisper. His eyes didn't move an inch from the peculiar device as she spoke. "So? What if I don’t want to put you in danger either?" He further inquired, his gaze still remaining fixed on the pistol. “Too late for that, is it?” She answered, raising her bandaged hand. “Ouch.” He snorted, though feeling a pang of guilt at the partial truth.
"I want to cease the package no matter what. I don't care if it's dangerous."
"You finally want to do things my way?" He laughed and finally looked at her, suddenly losing his train of thought.
She raised an eyebrow, looking at him head leaning to the side. “Just-“ She leaned forwards, grabbing the pistol-shaped object from his hands to observe it on her own. “-stick to the plan.”
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credit: evie's first notebook entry, more dialogue from this scene, first gang war
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read pt. VIII here
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|| this fanfiction was written by me. you can also read it here, if you prefer. ||
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Christmas Time: A Que Sera Coda | bughead | fic | @omgbarbiegurl (mini game)
Lucky Number Seven | bughead | fic | @lanadeljones (mini game)
Regalos and Carnitas | varchie | edit, fic | @sheriff-snikety-snake
Holiday Varchie Icons | varchie | edit | @theheavycrown
our first christmas | falice | edit | @deargrilledcheesusyouredelicious
A Cynic’s Christmas I | sweet pea x reader | fic | @findmeinpops
The Southside Grinch | sweet pea x reader | fic | @theangriestpea
twas the night before | fp jones, jughead jones | fic | @deargrilledcheesusyouredelicious
One Last Christmas Gift | cheryl x toni x veronica | fic | @at-cheryl-bombshell
We need a little Christmas | riverdale | edit | @stillhidden
Christmas Crackers | swangs | fic | @findmeinpops
Cold as Ice | bughead | edit, fic | @madsinwonderland
i think i’ll skip this one this year | halice, fredsythe, polly | edit, fic | @halcooper
I Promise I’ve Been a Good Boy | bughead | fic | @findmeinpops
most wonderful time of the year | bughead | edit | @princesweetpea
Holiday Jughead Icons | jughead | edit | @theheavycrown
So This Is Christmas | bughead | edit, fic | @mieteve-minijoma
Christmas Messages | bughead | art, fic | @satelliteinasupernova
A Fake Christmas | bughead | edit, fic | @lizzybuggie
a northsider for christmas | alice | edit | @deargrilledcheesusyouredelicious
a lifetime of promises | bughead | edit, fic | @catthecoder
Red Lights | bughead | edit, fic | @paperlesscrown
in case I stand one little chance | bughead | edit, fic | @iconic-ponytail
Elf B | bughead | edit, fic | @ithoughtyoulikedmereckless
waiting in vain | varchie | fic | @monicaposh
lets hope tomorrow find us | hermiram | edit, fic | @halcooper
Lonely Together | bughead | edit, fic | @emily-rose34
There is a belief about New Year | bughead | edit, fic | @aam-loves
Bring the Festive Back | bughead | fic | @captain-kookabughead (mini game)
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