#plus i just love the snowball scene 😭

[strangertheories]

Recently, I have realised I prefer bi Mike because I enjoy the idea that Mike romantically likes Eleven, but romantically loves Will. Because theoretically, El was perfect; she's funny, she's pretty, they got on, she likes him, he likes her. And, best of all, she's female, meaning he faces much less social stigma than if he followed his feelings for Will. Considering he likes her, it should be the perfect relationship, right? No.

Because the relationship is not sustainable. They are not compatible. No amount of liking El or cute moments or crushes can help Mike can outrun his love for Will.

[goldendoodlerlockerlove]

“Devilish little tadpoles like yourself don’t get toys from Klaus.”

“Oh, yeah? And how would he know what I'm up to unless you ratted on me?”

“Oh, I didn’t have to. He knows.”

“He sees everything, you know. Every mischief, prank and dirty deed. He keeps a list. The... Naughty List, he calls it.”

“You lie!”

“Trust me. You do not want to be on the Naughty List. So, you still wanna throw that snowball? *Smirks* I didn’t think so.” Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!! 🎄❣️🎁

I’ve been wanting to draw Klaus fanart (and just Jesper in general) for so long and I finally got around to making a quick sketch of my favorite sassy Postman 😌 I adore this scene so much, Jesper putting that lil’ boy in his place was hilarious.

Plus, as a bonus, here’s a lil’ sketch based on a scene from my fanfic I uploaded yesterday based on my two baby dorks~

“Gene!” They leaned against the door, trying to appear casual, as Luna sped towards the boy. Gene let out a chuckle and petted Luna on her sleek, black head. “What’re you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, because I am. Sorry about how I look, and about Luna. She gets nervous about new people near in the house.”

Their outfits were directly taken from now DT drew them in the mini comic I Commissioned from her, because those outfits are just too perfect 😭 And I can definitely see Alexis also having a pair of Mickey pajamas!! Their love of Disney runs deep 🥰

[washingtonleagueoffurries]

"She misses Dina and she doesn’t; she loves her and she wants to die for it. All that she's loved and cared for is gone and Ellie is paying the price for her last, biggest fuck-up."

THIS CHAPTER WAS SO GOOD! I liked the little bits of progress Ellie and Abby have made, plus that snowball scene memory was so CUTE ugh. and of course I'm going to talk about that ending, BECAUSE WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT YOU'RE SO CRUEL AAAAA 😭

what's really interesting to me is how you're handling both Ellie and Abby's take of Joel's death, especially Abby. the parallels of their anger are already so good in the game itself and I feel like even moreso in this fic. grief and loss had changed them both significantly, but with Abby seeing Ellie like this, I like to think it's kind of like seeing herself. after all, had Lev not been there, Abby would've killed Dina just like Ellie killed her friends.

that night had done no good to both of them, and I love how you make that clear. it haunts them in different ways but there's no denying that it's something they won't exactly get out of their mind easily. it's not just something you forget.

wonderful chapter, bravo! I can't wait for the next one. please stay safe friend!

I literally had to change the entirety of my original draft and I’m so glad I’ve taken the time to put this chapter together. So I’m so glad you liked it because I do too 😭😭

The only thing I can say to your general thoughts about Ellie and Abby is that they’re still going through all the cycles of grief, Ellie more so than Abby. Abby thinks she’s over it, but she’s wrong; trauma takes years and years to process and heal from. She’d been fortunate enough to have Lev by her side to keep most of it at bay, but Ellie’s never gotten that kind of support system after’d she chosen to leave Dina.

So like, even if I generally intended to have this fic tell the story of Ellie’s recovery, in a lot of ways, it’s Abby’s journey to healing, too.

Anyways, thanks so much for the feedback! You’ve been so kind and lovely and patient and I super appreciate you 🥺

[over300books]

I love all the ways they notice him taking care of her 🥺🥺 the stoic and gruff manner with which he told them to keep the shirt was especially endearing to me 🥺 and then this:

You were pretty sure he liked when you wore it around the ship before bed. His gaze lingered. It burned.

👁️👄👁️ Hello??? I'm not having pure thots...

You captured so perfectly the magical energy of that holiday!!! Even though it's cold, it's so warm 🥰 plus him trailing after them and making sure he's always near is so sweet!

The onslaught of fluff with the women kissing and then them beaming at the snowy sight and then Din chuckling in adoration at them is TOO MUCH okay?! 😭😭

Oh the almost kiss scene there got my heart filling with excitement 👀👀 Din didn't fool me with the "it's snow" excuse 👀👀

I love that they threw a snowball at him 😂 the menacing yet quiet way he turned sent me! Oh him indulging them just for a little while is making me so soft 🥺😭 please kind and playful Din is my weakness

Oh my GOD him showing them with such a tentative and gentle kiss and then saying that so softly and quietly is making me want to throw my couch out of the window bro this is too sweet for me and I don't know how to cope with it 😤😤😤

Bless you, Simone, for writing such a beautiful and heartwarming fic about a winter festival because right now is winter in Brazil and there's nothing I wanted more than to go on such a festival with such company 🥰🥰

Okay so i can't stop thinking about the mistletoe kiss prompt with din...like whatever planet they're on has the same tradition. Ur there at the holiday time and see couples/people kissing all over the place and din aches to see you all lit up as you take in the sparkling lights and cheer and he's never quite been willing to risk it all as he is right now, every time you pass a sprig of space mistletoe that's even the slightest bit out of view of people. Anyway when you get back to the ship he suddenly take out a sprig and holds it above you and ur like ??? Oho, now you want to be cheerful 😏😏

Thank you for the request, love!! I had way too much fun writing a winter holiday fic in the middle of the summer?? I hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader Rating: T Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: unapologetic fluff, the lightest spice

You were only here because you had worn Mando down with sheer persistence. You’d wheedled and charmed—he’d probably say annoyed—him for several hours as you tracked, captured, and walked the bounty back to the Crest together. And he’d finally grunted, “Fine.”

That one gruff word made you smile, though, because coaxing him to do what you wanted was getting noticeably easier, and that made your heart flutter with reckless hope.

Honestly, he’d been almost indulgent recently, by his standards at least. Mando—who had always been single-minded when it came to jobs—had started to go out of his way to give you what you wanted, even if it put you a few hours off your tight schedule. You noted every tiny change, every little concession he made for your happiness.

A few weeks ago, he stopped a hunt early when you mentioned off-hand that you had a headache. Despite your reassurances that you were fine, he brooked no argument, insisting that it would make no difference to apprehend the quarry the following day.

Every meal, he tossed you your favorite ration pack out of the choices on hand—because by this point, he knew your tastes by heart.

He told you to keep the black long-sleeved shirt he lent you one night when you really needed to do laundry. You remarked on how soft and cozy it was, and when you tried to return it, he’d said, “Keep it.” You were pretty sure he liked when you wore it around the ship before bed. His gaze lingered. It burned.

Mando’s softness had started to show, and—what was even better—this side of him seemed only available to you. He was the same cold, hard Mandalorian to everyone else. Whether he liked it or not, it seemed that you were slowly seeping into the vulnerable spaces between his armor, insinuating yourself into the heart of the man underneath. You were starting to suspect that you were his weakness... and fuck if that fact alone didn’t make you weak for him.

Your influence only extended so far, however.

He was here—at the local winter festival of the planet you were hunting on—but he wasn’t happy about it. No, he stood out amidst all the cheer and merriment, a stiff silver statue with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his beskar awash with a rainbow of flickering reflections.

The festival was an enchanting dream around him. The narrow street was lined with stalls selling baked treats and warm drinks and colorful gifts. Strings of blinking lights were wrapped around every streetlight and crisscrossed over your heads; multicolored ribbons and sparkling stars bedecked every doorway, windowsill, and kiosk. The delicious scents of cinnamon, vanilla, and cardamom laced the cool evening air. The music was joyful and upbeat, the festive atmosphere buzzing with warmth and excitement. All the revelers were wrapped up against the chill of the evening in colorful knitted sweaters, scarves, and mittens, tromping through the light dusting of snow. Couples walked by, hand-in-hand, smiling dopily at each other. Everything glittered with the lightest dusting of fresh powder, and children were gathering the fallen snow on the ground and pelting each other with snowballs, zipping between harried looking adults.

It was almost comical, how out of place Mando looked surrounded by all of that. He was being his usual withholding self, standing off to the side while you perused the stalls of the local artisans and bought a warm, sugary drink and a cookie the size of your face. He never let you out of his sight, however, always within arm’s reach. He’d confirm your presence every so often with a hand on your shoulder or back as you walked next to him. You weren’t sure if it was to make him feel better or to make you feel better in the tight press of the crowd—either way, you liked it.

You were warm and happy—delighting in the joyful spirit of the holiday, but more importantly, in the knowledge that Mando had a soft spot for you.

As you meandered down the busy street, you noticed that above every doorway or stone archway, a little bunch of leaves was hung. You assumed they were purely decorative until you saw couple after couple of all shapes and sizes walk under one of those sprigs, look up, smile, and kiss.

After the fifth couple, you stopped and turned to Mando to say, “I guess it’s a tradition.”

Mando stood there, the stern lines of his visor fixed on the two women kissing sweetly under a stone archway and said, “Guess so.”

“That’s so cute!” You beamed as you watched them.

The snowy evergreen forest that bordered the town made for an idyllic backdrop behind them. As if on cue, tiny flakes of snow started falling softly, completing the dreamy picture before you. You squealed in pure joy at the adorable sight, clasping your hands together.

Mando laughed beside you, a warm chuckle crackling through his modulator. When you looked up at him, you saw that his visor was trained on your face, no longer on the couple.

“Mando! Look at you getting into the spirit,” you teased, poking his arm playfully.

He cocked his head at you, his voice laced with amusement as he said, “I watched you break a man’s arm this morning, and now you’re squealing at two people kissing in the snow. I’m experiencing some whiplash.”

“I contain multitudes, Mando,” you laughed.

“Clearly.”

“Come on,” you said with a grin, pulling him along, “I want to see the rest.”

From then on, your stomach swooped a little each time you walked under a decorated archway with Mando by your side. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was also thinking about kissing you each time you passed under one of those little sprigs.

Probably. Yes. No. Definitely not.

...Maybe?

As you walked down the long, winding street, it gradually started snowing harder, and the wind picked up. When the downpour shifted suddenly to an icy sleet, all the revelers around you exclaimed and scurried to find shelter from the deluge. Mando grabbed your hand and pulled you into a recessed doorway and right away, you looked up. You couldn’t help yourself—you knew it would be there. Sure enough, a little bunch of greenery was suspended over your heads.

You looked down quickly, too quickly, hoping Mando wouldn’t look up and notice it too. You didn’t want him to feel weird about it...but of course, he noticed it—he tilted his helmet up to inspect it for a moment. To your surprise, when he looked back down at you, he stepped toward you. Your heart dropped. He reached a gloved hand toward your face, and you held your breath, smiling up uncertainly at him. For one insane second, you thought he was going to lift his helmet right there in the privacy of this little alcove and kiss you.

Instead of cupping your cheek, however, he brushed the tips of his gloved fingers over your hair.

“Snow,” he explained, dusting it off.

“Oh, thanks,” you replied, trying not to let disappointment seep into your words.

You stood in awkward silence, waiting for the gale to pass. Luckily, just a few minutes later, the gusts of wind quieted, the snow slowing again to a light sprinkle of powder.

“Shall we?”

He nodded and followed you into the steady stream of people reemerging from under doorways and awnings. You wandered over to another promising looking dessert stand, Mando in toe, and examined the baked goods laid out before you. You made your purchase and thanked the vendor, but when you turned, Mando wasn’t behind you anymore.

You whipped your head around, looking for his tall, shiny form amidst the throngs of people. The smallest tendril of panic twined around your heart. His sudden absence underscored the fact that he never let you out of his sight when you were together in public.

You turned around again, and he was there.

“Where—”

He made no mention of his disappearance, instead interrupting you to ask, “Ready to go?”

“Wha—oh yeah, we can go,” you replied, adding good-naturedly, “You have been very patient, and I know this has been torture for you... so even though I want to stay here forever, we can leave.”

He tilted his helmet sassily at you, then turned on his heel and walked in the direction of the Razor Crest. You chuckled, finishing your treat as you trailed after him.

When you reached the edge of town, leaving behind the crowds of people as you entered the quiet forest, you squatted and scraped together some of the freshly fallen snow. You packed it into a compact ball and held it behind your back until you and Mando were within sight of the Razor Crest. Grinning, you hurried forward until you were only a few steps behind him and cocked your arm, tossing it straight at the back of his helmet. It hit him with a muted slush sound, and he stopped in his tracks. You froze, the biggest, guiltiest smile on your face as you watched snow slide down the back of his helmet and drop onto his cape.

He turned slowly.

“...Oops?” you said, wringing your hands together in mock contrition.

He perched his hands on his hips. You couldn’t hear it from this short distance but you could tell by the way his shoulders dropped that he’d let out a dramatic sigh.

You threw your hands up. “It’s part of the festivities, Mando—a tradition—I had to throw a snowball to round out the celebration.”

“Well, you asked for it.”

Your smile faltered when he bent down to scrape together his own snowball. Uh oh. You spun around and took off at a run across the clearing, heading toward the trees to find cover. You screeched when his snowball hit you square between the shoulder blades. Of course he’d have perfect aim. You smiled when you heard his muted chuckle behind you.

You ducked behind a thick trunk and crouched down to pat together another snowball—much larger this time. You straightened and peeked your head around the tree, but Mando was nowhere to be seen. Shit. You backed up slowly, retreating further into the forest as quietly as possible as you scanned the area for movement.

You whipped around just as a silver blur sprinted up behind you and shrieked when Mando wrapped two strong arms around you, pinning your own arms to your sides.

“Drop it.”

You giggled and released the snowball; it fell to the ground with a muffled whump.

“Surrender,” he growled, adopting his serious bounty hunter voice.

Heat unapologetically surged in your belly at the intimate sound of his voice so close to your ear and the feeling of his body pressed tightly to your back. “And what if I refuse?”

“I’ll show you no mercy.”

You grinned. “Do your worst, Mando.”

In one quick movement, he released you from his embrace and bent to catch your knees and back to sweep you up into his arms.

You laughed, wrapping an arm around his neck: “This is showing me no mercy?”

He started toward the Crest, looking down at your face to say: “I mean, did you want me to bring you in cold? That’s your only other option.”

Holding you even closer to his chest, he jostled you slightly as he pressed a button on his vambrace, and the ramp lowered as you approached.

“You would never! You’d have no one to go to winter festivals with if you killed me! And I know how much you love celebrations and cheer and fanfare.”

He scoffed. “You’d be surprised. I liked some parts of it.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes.”

He walked up the ramp and into the hull.

You smiled up at him expectantly, eager to watch him scramble for a reply: “Okay, which parts?”

“I’ll show you.” He leaned down to set you on your feet, slapping the control behind him to shut the ramp.

You rolled your eyes, sure he had nothing: “Okay, then, show me.”

Gloved fingers circled your wrist, tugging you toward him until you were only a few inches from his armored chest. You looked up at the black void of his glass visor, your bewildered expression reflected back at you.

“Close your eyes for me.”

“How are you going to show me if my eyes are closed?”

He reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled something small out of it. When he opened his hand, you saw that it was one of the bundles of that mystery plant from the festival. He held it up so it was suspended between you, above your head. Your eyes widened.

“Where did you—?”

“Close your eyes.”

Your lashes fluttered closed immediately this time. A gasp escaped your lips when you heard the hiss of his helmet’s release.

You felt the ghost of his breath first, warm as it fanned over your face. He was waiting, giving you the chance to move away if you wanted to. You stayed put, the corner of your mouth twitching up in a smile. Just when you were about to lose patience and blindly reach out for him, he pressed his lips to yours tentatively, still gauging your reaction. As soon as he felt you respond, kissing him back eagerly, he wrapped his arms around your waist and drew you close. Your hands found their way around his neck, and you deepened the kiss, parting your lips.

He pulled back a tiny bit to whisper: “I like this part.”

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