#I must be such fun at parties 😂

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Cater, Ruggie: The Secret in a Smile

Caycay, bestie… I am so sorry that SSR Crowley stole your spotlight 😭 (Is that why Cater looks so Mean Girls in his groovy... He's seeking petty revenge against Crowley/j)

Some cute stuff from the vignettes that I wasn't able to include in this fic: Cater makes a reference to TsumTsums! He mentions being into this mobile game with cute round creatures. Cater also tells a story about a 5-year old girl giving him a flower after his club's performance at a cultural festival (omg, do they mean the one in book 5?!). Ruggie teases him and says Cater must have been that little girl's first crush 😂

A Tale as Old as Time.

“Ne, ne, Ruggie-kun! Check this one out~ It's all the way from the Queendom of Roses!"

Cater jabbed a thumb at a painting of a young blonde girl dressed in a modest sky blue frock and apron, a small black bow in her hair. She couldn’t have been older than 10 years of age, still petite enough to squish inside a glass bottle with a narrow neck. The bottled child was adrift in a sudsy sea, her face frozen in an expression of slight worry.

Ruggie took one look at the artwork, then wrinkled his nose. “Sure sucks to be in her shoes. What’s this even supposed to show us, anyway? Doesn’t make a whole lotta sense to me.”

"Not a lot from the Queendom does if you aren't already familiar with its topsy-turvy stories~" Cater placed a hand on his hip and leaned forward, grinning. "This one is pretty popular! It's about a girl that wants an audience with the Queen of Hearts. She gets lost on the journey there, meets strange people and experiences even stranger things on the way. This is just one leg of that trip!"

"Wouldn’t the castle be further inland? How'd she end up in the middle of the ocean?"

“It’s about the perspective of the shot.” Cater formed a frame with his hands, catching his underclassman in it. He pulled back, creating the illusion of sizing Ruggie down. “She drank this bottled liquid she found and that shrank her down—so really, the ocean isn’t that big.”

A grimace.

“Man, talk about no sense of self preservation. She just chugged an unlabeled bottle without a second thought. Must’ve been real desperate.” Ruggie paused. “Weeeell, not like I’m one to talk about being desperate. You really can’t afford to be picky sometimes. If it fills your stomach, it fills your stomach.”

“You’d drink it too, huh… I don’t think I could do that. I’d at least want to see how the menu describes it before I order—though I guess it also depends on how ‘cammable the drink is! And hey, think about all the cool pics I could grab from a worm's eye point of view!”

"Heh, you don't seem too pressed about living life as an ant."

"Cay-kun likes to look on the bright side of things!" he declared with a wink and a peace sign. "The lost girl... she worried so much about finding her destination, she forgets to stop and smell the roses. She overlooks a lot of the fun people she could have spent time with."

Hopping from place to place, missed people—familiar elements, resurfacing a childhood of being uprooted and dragged about. Never to fully settle.

A tea party here, a brief convo there. Just enough to keep him placated, but not enough to see beyond the surface of the looking glass.

His curiosity still left wanting.

She got into so much trouble, but didn't have any real friends to come and help her.

Sadness tugged at his heartstrings, but Cater's smile didn’t waver.

"... I can’t help but kinda pity the poor thing," he said quietly. Then, brightening in the next moment, "All her issues could've been avoided if she just looked before she leapt and made some connections."

“Yeah, she definitely should’ve played smarter, not harder. Maybe if she kissed up to the locals, they’d have come to her rescue." Ruggie shrugged. "It works for me and Leona-san."

“Right? A smile goes a long way to getting what you want!” Cater poked the corners of his mouth. “You totes get me.”

“Cuz it takes a trickster to know another one on sight.”

"Wow, it sounds so mean when you put it like that. We're not tricksters, we just know how to use our smiles to problem-solve~"

"Giving a word a fresh coat of paint doesn't make it any less shady. At least be honest with yourself," the hyena smirked.

“Eeeh, I’m always honest!”

They shared a laugh—Ruggie, a snicker. Cater, lighter, more bubbly, like a carbonated mystery drink. When the effervescence died down, he cast another glance at the painting.

Too big for her small world of the sea, too small for the big world that loomed beyond it. Trapped within glass walls. Curled into herself in her delicate chambers.

Her perspective and his, one and the same.

Poor thing, poor thing, poor thing.

Cater summoned his strength and bore the full brunt of his smile.

“I’m sure she’ll find what she’s looking for… one day.”

#twst #twisted wonderland #Cater Diamond #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #Cater birthday takeover #something no one asked for #spoilers #twisted wonderland scenarios #Ruggie Bucchi

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Closed Position: Deconstructing Dieter Bravo

Closed Position Masterlist ||| Main Masterlist I did a Deconstructing Dieter Bravo series for Destiny & Deliverance, so I thought it might be fun to continue that tradition with Closed Position since this Dieter does have some interesting things going on that we can delve deeper into.

I had several people comment/dm me about two things after the first chapter that I think would be fun to discuss further. Those were of course, Dieter’s plant hobby and the fluffy menace hanging around his house.

To most, these two things may seem very random and unrelated. However, they really aren’t. They do serve a bigger purpose to the story…because of course they do. When do I ever not have deeper meaning behind something, right? 😏

Plant Dad Dieter

First, I have included some more Dieter aesthetic pictures above that I had saved. It's a whole ✨vibe✨. Second, I must thank @readingiskeepingmegoing for coming up with the new #PlantDadDieter hashtag… because it’s so on point. I’m totally going with it! 💜

On to the good stuff...what have we learned about Dieter after the first installment? I think we can safely identify three things: he spends a lot of time alone, he feels misunderstood, and he doesn’t appear to have any deep or meaningful relationships. This will be a theme that comes up a lot with him, especially starting in Week 2 when we open with him having a chat with his therapist.

How does this relate to plants, you ask? Let’s start with Dieter’s history…the man has never had a real relationship. He’s never connected with anyone, whether that be friend or significant other. He was a party boy that indulged in the physical pleasures of life while avoiding any real intimacy. Most of his relationships were based on sex and favors. We will worry about why he is this way later, but for now, just know that’s where he's at emotionally.

Dieter has never really had a bond with anyone or anything. Now that he is sober and realizing how alone he is, he’s seeking that connection any way he can and doesn’t even really realize it (yet).

Sure, being a plantsman does have perks as it is relaxing and can have a positive impact on one’s mental health. However, it’s causing Dieter to learn how to care about something - how to be selfless and nurturing with his time. He has to put in a lot of effort to keep everything alive and healthy and he quickly realizes that putting in that time and energy makes him happy. Also, the plants don't judge him or his past.

Now, for some fun stuff because some of you asked…

Does Dieter talk to his plants? He 100% talks to the plants. He doesn’t know if it actually does anything, but he figures it can’t hurt to try. It also helps him feel less alone as he does see them as living things. They do breathe, eat, and drink after all.

Does Dieter name his plants? I’m inclined to say that he names his favorites. All the others just have random nicknames that change based on their appearance. Like...the "thirsty dramatic bitch" that gets weepy and needs to be watered and turned in the sunlight daily.

Dieter’s Furry Squatter

And let the collective aww's be heard! 🤭

So, I pulled a few pics from Pinterest of what I envision Dieter's furry little visitor looks like. I see it as an adorably fluffy young Maine Coon kitty.

👉 Fun Fact: "The name 'Maine Coon' was adopted after the state of the breed's origin, Maine, and after the early belief that the cat was in fact the result of crossing between domestic breeds and raccoons." (from VioVet)

Funny story, I did not know that fact before choosing this breed. It looks like it was mean-to-be for our loveable trash panda. 😂

Now, I am sure you're asking; how does the cat relate to the plants? The cat serves the same purpose when we think about Dieter's relationships...or lack thereof.

Again, Dieter is craving companionship. He is still reluctant, but this little nugget will eventually become a loving companion for him. It's another avenue for him to create an emotional connection with something. He will learn how to care for the kitty and build a bond. Though the little menace can be a bit sassy, like the plants, it also doesn't judge Dieter by his past. What do you think Dieter should name it? I'm taking suggestions in the comments. 😉

In an odd way, the plants and cat do help Dieter grow as a person. It's baby steps in his personal growth journey. Honestly, as Katrina gets to know Dieter on a more personal level, these are two things that she absolutely loves about him, mostly because it's two things that are unexpected and show what a sweetheart he really is. She sees the good in him even if he can't see it himself.

That's it for your little extra bit of insight...until next time.

💜Mysty

Series Summary: Dieter Bravo, now sober, was looking to change his bad boy image after hitting rock bottom. His team hoped that having him join the nationally televised family friendly dance competition would be a good first step, if they can keep him out of trouble.

Katarina Stamos expected her last season as a professional dancer on Dancing with the Stars to go the same as it had for the past thirteen seasons. That all changed when she was partnered with the infamous Dieter Bravo.

Dieter and Katarina are reluctantly thrown into their partnership and must learn to work together to succeed in the competition. In the process they form a deeper connection beyond the dance floor that neither anticipated.

👉 Warnings: Themes dealing with intimate partner violence, alcohol abuse, and drug abuse. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn. Read at your own risk. Dieter Bravo comes with his own warnings.

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Candy Cane Christmas

Pairing: SteveHarringtonxFemReader

Summary: You attend a Christmas party and meet a guy you just can't pass up a one night stand with. It's smut guys. Not a whole lot of story. Just smut. 😂

18+ Only

Word Count: 3.5K

You approached the ridiculously large house that looked like it belonged on an episode of Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. Even without the size, it would have been hard to miss with the blazing bright twinkle lights complete with Santa and his reindeer on the roof, with your friend, Nancy Wheeler. She had insisted that you just had to attend this Christmas party and you had nothing else going on, so you figured why not. You were dying for an evening that did not include you, your cat, a bottle of wine, and re-runs of Growing Pains and Full House.

You and Nancy had met a few months ago when you both started working at the Hawkins Post after college. She was from the town, had attended Hawkins High, but you had moved here for the job and knew nobody except for her. So, there you stood, in a red and white striped dress that hugged all of your curves perfectly. If you were going to party like Santa was coming down the chimney, you may as well look the part.

As you approached the door, it swung open, revealing a guy with long brown hair that fell to his chin. He was wearing a cream colored sweater and jeans and you had to admit, if this was Nancy's guy, she had done pretty well for herself. Jonathan was handsome in a very grungy kind of way, not at all what you would have expected for perfectly coiffed Nancy in her pencil skirts and heels. 

"Welcome ladies," he said with a grin. "Come on in."

You entered, soaking in the massive house around you. Jesus, what did this guy do for a living? You definitely needed a better job or a promotion. You loved being a journalist, but right now it was entry level. You were grabbing coffee and doing lunch runs. You and Nancy commiserated over the sexist atmosphere that was the news world. Heaven forbid any of the male employees pour themselves a cup of fucking coffee. No, they were above that. The pay wasn't great either, but you kept telling yourself that you just needed one good break, one great story to prove you had what it took to be more than some glorified assistant.

The kitchen was all set up with a wide variety of liquor options, mixers, and beer along the countertop. A large glass bowl sat in the middle and you were certain it wasn’t just fruit punch. The kitchen table looked like it would buckle under all the snacks that were piled on it. Chips, popcorn, nuts, a cheese tray, a fruit tray, and what must have been ten pizza boxes from Surfer Boy pizza. 

"Jonathan, this is Y/N," Nancy said, gesturing to you. "Y/N, my boyfriend, Jonathan."

"Nice to meet you," you said, offering him a smile. "Nancy talks about you so much at work, I already feel like I know you."

"Same," he grinned. "But it's good to finally put a face to the name.”

“Your house is incredible.”

Jonathan laughed, shaking his head, “Not my house. My house would fit in the living room of this place but Nance and I are hoping to get our own apartment soon. This is a friend’s place.”

“Wow, some friend you’ve chosen for yourself,” you teased. “This makes my tiny apartment feel like a closet.”

“Yeah, well, the Harringtons don’t know how to do anything small,” Nancy commented with a roll of her eyes. 

“But don’t let the size fool you. Steve loves having people over. He has a party once a month. So, make yourself comfortable. Have fun. Eat, drink, be merry. Do you mind if I steal my girlfriend away for just a minute?"

"Nope," you told him with a shake of your head. "I am perfectly capable of amusing myself."

You watched the two of them wander off and headed over to the drink table. You were just ladling some punch into a red solo cup when someone slid up next to you. You glanced over and then quickly did a double take. Damn, where did this guy come from? 

He was tall, muscular but lean, and gorgeous, with chestnut locks that would make any woman green with envy. He wore jeans that hugged him in all the right places and a green long sleeved shirt that he had pushed up to his elbows with a smiling elf on the front. HIs hand reached out for the ladle and your eyes were drawn to his hands, his very large hands. He poured a healthy scoop of punch into his cup.

"Hey there," he said, spinning around, leaning against the table. A sexy little smirk crossed his face, a smirk that made you think of asking him if he wanted to go somewhere quieter. Jesus, what a cliche but this man was causing all kinds of images to flash through your brain, images that were causing a pulsing heat to settle in your core. 

"Hey," you replied, taking a sip of your drink.

"I've never seen you before.”

“What makes you think you haven’t?”

“Believe me, I would have noticed if you’d ever made an appearance."

His eyes ran from your head to your toes and back down again before settling on your chest. The dress you wore provided a generous view of your cleavage and his tongue snuck out, the tip resting against his upper lip.

"I'm Y/N," you said, stepping so close you were almost touching, smiling coyly up at him. "I came with Nancy. We work together at the Hawkins Post."

"Ahh, and I assume she's ditched you to go hang with her boyfriend," he commented. 

"Yeah, but I don't mind. I am very skilled at entertaining myself," you breathed, pressing your body against his. You delighted in the way his eyes widened, darkening with lust. "Or finding someone to entertain me."

He tilted his head slightly, his hand coming to rest on your hip, tugging your pelvis against his so you could feel how turned on he was. Damn, you could definitely feel it. This man was not lacking and it had been so long since you’d gotten good and fucked. Knowing you had that kind of power over a guy you had only met five minutes ago was intoxicating. You knew this was probably stupid, some might even call it slutty, but you didn't care. You wanted to know how this man felt in every single way possible. 

"Well, if I am going to...entertain you," he mused, "you should at least know my name. I'm Steve."

"Oh, so you’re Steve, the owner of this very large house.”

“It’s my parents, actually, but yeah. That would be me.”

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you," you smiled, "and just how exactly do you plan on entertaining me?"

He leaned close, his hair brushing against your cheek, his lips right next to your ear as he whispered, "Well, you look like a candy cane in that dress and I have quite the sweet tooth. I intend on enjoying every square inch of you and finding out just how good you taste. Is that entertainment enough?"

You shivered slightly at his words, a pleasant tingling shooting straight to your center at the thought of that mouth tasting you. Those lips were delicious looking, pillowy and soft, and you couldn't wait to find out what they felt like on your own...not to mention other places. God, you wanted to know what they could do to other places.

Steve took your hand, leading you away from the party and up the stairs. He turned into a room on the right, closing the door behind him. You surveyed the room, the massive king bed with the fluffiest looking pillows and comforter, the dark drapes hanging from the floor to ceiling windows, the wood paneling. This was definitely fancier than what you were used to.

Your thoughts were quickly cut off when Steve grabbed you, pushing you up against the door. His hands rested on either side of your head, his thigh sliding between your own. His face was so close, you could feel his nose slipping over yours, his breath brushing across your face as a mix of vodka and cedar invaded your nostrils. You sucked in a slow, shuddering breath in anticipation of finally tasting those lips. 

"The things I want to do to you," he rumbled and then his lips crashed into yours. You wound your fingers through his hair. His thigh pressed against your pussy and you whimpered into his mouth, rubbing against him, seeking pressure to relieve the ache. His tongue parted your lips and you opened your own, welcoming him in, his tongue instantly gliding over yours. Jesus, the taste of him was stimulating every nerve ending in your body.

Steve’s hand groped your breast through your dress, squeezing and molding it in his fingers. His hands felt just as sensational as you thought they would, his large palm completely enveloping you. It wasn't enough. You needed to feel his hands on your bare skin with a desperation you didn't know was possible. Just when you were ready to rip your own dress off, his hand slid down over your waist, your hip, gripping your ass before resting on your bare thigh. He gripped it, lifting your thigh up so it was draped over his hip. 

With this new position, Steve bucked his hips against you and you groaned. His lips, those beautiful lips, began to travel along your jawline and down the side of your neck. You sighed, your head falling back against the door, turning slightly to allow him better access. His hands grabbed the straps of your dress, yanking them down your shoulders just enough to expose your breasts to the chill of the air. Your arms were trapped against your body, the straps just above your elbows.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered, "they're even more perfect than I pictured."

He gripped your arms, turning you around and pushing you backward until you hit the edge of the bed. With a quick push, you fell back, landing on the downy soft comforter. He was instantly on you, his mouth lavishing your breasts with attention. 

"Fuck," you sighed, his lips latching onto your nipple, sucking it hard before biting down gently. You gasped at the shock but then his tongue was swirling lazy circles. Just as the throbbing died down, he did the same to the other one, an infinitely sweet torture. You could feel how damp your panties were already and wondered how you were going to make it through this if you were already this worked up. 

Steve rose up on his knees, walking his body along yours until his knees rested on either side of your shoulders. He licked his lips, his hands coming to undo his belt. 

"I want to know how that pretty little mouth feels around me," he growled, reaching in and pulling his cock out. "Open up for me, angel."

You opened your mouth obediently and Steve slid his cock past your lips. You wrapped your lips around it, wishing you had your hands free to touch him as well. You flattened your tongue, sliding it along the vein that ran along the bottom before flicking your tongue along the opening, tasting the precum that had already collected there.

"That's my pretty girl," he groaned. His hand gripped your hair as he bucked his hips, sending his cock so deep it hit the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, relaxing your throat before he did it again. "Yes, I knew that mouth could handle my dick. Take it all, angel."

He continued to fuck your mouth, pulling gently on your hair. You could feel the coarse hair that surrounded him rubbing against your skin, his sack smacking against your chin each time he thrust into your mouth. Shit, you felt like you could orgasm just from pleasuring him, the sounds he was making. He muttered curses, your name, groans and grunts. His head fell back, that beautiful hair flopping back, the line of his jaw hard. 

Suddenly, his cock was gone and he was off you. He yanked you to the edge of the bed, shoving your dress up past your hips. His finger danced along the fabric of your underwear, a smile forming on his mouth. 

"Damn...so wet already?" he asked, running his fingers up and down along the damp fabric. "Mmm, I need to find out if you taste as sweet as you look, pretty girl. Would you like that?"

You whimpered, nodding your head, incapable of words at the moment with his fingers teasing you to the point of oblivion. Jesus, you needed release. You were so worked up, it felt like you were a champagne bottle that was going to pop, spewing all over everything when the pressure was finally let loose.

"Oh, that's not going to do," he teased, his finger sliding just under your panties, running up and down, barely brushing over your clit, but not quite where you needed him. "I'm going to need you to use your words, angel. Tell me what you need me to do."

A soft groan escaped your lips as you said, "I need you to touch me. I need you to taste me. I need you to make me cum. Jesus Christ, please."

"Oh, I like hearing you beg," he chuckled. "Give me a little more."

"Please Steve," you pleaded as his fingers gently ran along your inner thighs, causing you to shiver. "Please touch me. I need to know what those beautiful lips feel like on my pussy. Please make me feel good."

"You really are a dirty girl, aren't you? Sleeping with a guy you just met, begging him to eat you out," he said, his voice low and husky as his fingers hooked in your panties, dragging them down your legs before he knelt in front of you on the floor. Your arms were still trapped and you wiggled your hips, desperate to get as close to him as possible. He leaned closer, blowing across your exposed pussy and you gasped, lifting your hips and whining. "So impatient..."

Then his tongue ran all the way from your entrance to your clit and you let out a sound that was somewhere between a shriek and a sigh, your back arching. One of his hands splayed across your stomach, pushing you flat to the bed. His tongue swirled around your clit before sliding down to slip inside of you. Your eyes rolled, your hips trying to rise but his hand was keeping you pinned to the bed. 

"Fuck yes..." you breathed, wanting so badly to have your hands free. You wanted to grab his face and rub yourself all over it. Fuck, he was so goddamn talented. You felt like you were rising up out of your body, watching this mind-blowing scene from above. 

"So sweet," he rumbled against you, the vibrations sending another shockwave coursing through your body. His lips pulled your clit in, sucking gently before his tongue circled again. His other hand slid along your thigh and then two of his fingers were inside of you, pumping in and out, their thick girth stretching you as he spread them apart. Your walls clenched around him, the combination of his fingers and tongue threatening to send you over the edge.

"Just like that...oh my god...don't stop...just like that...I'm going to..." you whimpered. 

"Come all over my face, beautiful girl," he whispered, his fingers twisting, curving to stroke your walls in a whole new way. 

His teeth gently ran over your clit and you shuddered, your whole body beginning to shake uncontrollably. A guttural scream clawed its way out of your throat as your orgasm ripped its way through you. Steve’s hand that had been on your stomach clamped over your mouth, muffling the sound from the party guests. His tongue never stopped moving as you rode the waves of pleasure, one right after the other. Finally, you whimpered against his hand, falling back against the bed. Every single muscle trembled, your body like ice cream melting in the sun. 

"Taste yourself, angel," Steve ordered, slipping his fingers past your lips. You sucked on them slowly before sliding your tongue all along them, in between his fingers. "So sweet, aren't you?" He gazed down at you. "Shit, you are damn gorgeous." Grabbing your dress, he pulled it the rest of the way off your body so you were completely bare. He pushed his jeans and boxers down before pulling his shirt over his head. 

Your eyes soaked in the sight of his bare skin, the lean muscles that rippled along his arms, the downy hair that coated his chest and the tantalizing strip of that ran down his abdomen leading to the patch above his cock that was even larger than the outline of his jeans had hinted at. He was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at him. 

"Jesus, you are sexy as hell," you breathed, sitting up to run your hands over his chest, raking your fingers through the dark hair. Slowly standing, you pressed your lips against his stomach before moving your lips along his chest, his collarbone, his throat. You wanted to touch and taste every inch of him you could.

"Careful angel," he whispered, his hands running down your back to grip your ass, pulling you hard against him. "If you make me feel too good, I may just want to keep you."

"I may just let you," you replied, your hand gripping his cock and pumping it slowly. You were rewarded with a deep groan and it only intensified your desire to make him feel good. Bringing your hand to your mouth, you spit in it before rubbing it over him. 

"Son of a bitch," he muttered, biting his lower lip as you continued to work your hand and fingers all along his length. HIs hand slid between your folds, finding your clit, his finger running across it rapidly. Your breathing was in sync, both rapid with desire when he growled, "I am going to fuck you until you scream my name."

Steve moved you backward until your back was pressed against the wall. He hiked your leg up again and gripped his cock, sliding it along you, rubbing the tip over your swollen clit, teasing you until you couldn’t stand it anymore. 

"Please...stop teasing," you begged, your breath harsh and ragged. "Fuck me Steve. I need you to fuck me."

He smirked, slamming his full length into you. His hands came to grip your ass and you leapt as he lifted, wrapping your legs around his waist. He began to pound into you, sending your body shooting upward with each thrust. The pounding of your body against the wall could probably be heard by everyone in the house, but you could not bring yourself to care.

"You like that?" he hissed in your ear, one hand braced against the wall, the other steadying you against him. 

"Yes," you answered. "Your cock feels so good...you feel so goddamn good."

Your hands shot out above your head, splaying against the wall as your body continued to slam against the wood paneling. His cock was absolutely perfect, hitting every single delicious spot within you with each drive of Steve’s hips, stretching you more than you’d ever been. HIs arms wrapped around your back as he turned, walking toward the bed. He fell forward, never separating from you. 

"It seems a waste not to use the bed. My parents certainly don’t use it," he groaned, grabbing one of your legs and lifting it straight up in the air as he guided your body onto your side. 

"Oh fuck!" you cried, this new position opening you up to a whole new world of sensation. You gripped the comforter underneath you, burying your face in it to try to muffle the loud shrieks you could no longer control as another orgasm tore through you, even more powerful than the last. Your body tensed, back arched, and you bit into the comforter as you screamed his name.  

"Jesus, you feel so damn good. I'm so close," Steve groaned, his hips thrusting faster and harder, shaking your entire body. "Oh fuck!"

He thrust a few more times, grunting with each movement as he emptied himself completely. Blowing out a large breath, he slid out of you and flopped down next to you with a loud grunt of satisfaction. Reaching out, you laid your hand over his chest and he looked over, grinning at you. 

"Shit, I hope you’re good with it because I really might just keep you because I am definitely going to need to do that again," he teased, reaching over to slap your ass.

"I definitely might need to let you," you responded with a playful grin. 

#steve stranger things #steve x you #steve x reader #king steve #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagine #christmas smut #christmas fanfic #steve harrington christmas #smut

[hothammies]

just wanted to say I'm really liking this au so far, mike's character breakdown is so fun and I just wanted to thank you for a part of it! when I first read that he wasn't good with guns I deflated a little because I thought oh, it's another incompetent mike and macho will situation 😞 but the fact he's not good with guns because that's a NERF, and he's otherwise actually competent, respectable, intelligent, commanding, just - mike wheeler himself - made me really happy! that's a fun take, and I appreciated the effort in how you used the dnd charts etc too it's so cool!

it makes me look forward to the other character intros, and I already loved how sweet will looked in the party line up art even while holding a gun 😂 idk if you plan to have him only embrace the skill because it's necessary and not entirely what he likes, or something else, but I just liked that kinda contrast in the art regardless it made me giggle

oh also: "would never hesitate to do something deplorable to protect the party: family first" <- iconic. I can see the ruthlessness already I love you mike that's our leader, kind badass boy

this ask made me squeal and kick my feet like five times so thank you for that LMAO

i'm so happy that you (and others) have been enjoying the mike characterization i've put out for this au :"D i put a ton of thought into all of them and i'm having a lot of fun! mike in canon seems to be one of the most intelligent characters in the show, closely rivaled to dustin in making plans and having them go right, so him being incompetent is like an oxymoron.

there's a reason he's the leader of the group, and when people paint him as incompetent and / or babygirlified (in the "damsel, innocent, weak, must protect" sense) because he's played by finn or because he has terrible physical capabilities, it kinda makes me annoyed. so what if he's weak physically? he's still the one who actively squares up to people even when he knows he's about to get his ass beat :P he is the one who puts everything into action. his intuition and plans are correct most, if not all the time, and it pisses me off when people undermine that to try to fit him into someone who needs to be saved.

of course, in this au, his weaknesses more lie in his emotional incapabilities rather than survival. he isn't the best physically either, but that doesn't mean he can't do anything (its the apocalypse - he had to have learned something at some point).

the pressure that bears down on him in this au isn't based on society, and more related to the fact that he sees himself as the sole "caretaker" for the group. being put in charge of the lives of five other people followed by your own is scary as hell, and he doesn't really have an outlet for the pressure he faces until he enters that fwb relationship with will. that's an entirely different can of worms though so i'll stop with that for now!

i'm actually so happy that you mentioned how sweet i drew will in his design <3 will's character sheet will be posted tmrw so hopefully it will make sense why i drew him the way i did. i hope that my explanation regarding the rifle makes sense and does his character justice! him being good with guns was also a way for him to bond with lucas and explore his character a bit - it'll be explained later :O

and abt that last line regarding his ruthlessness... in all of the group's backstories, they all had people outside of the party that very much helped shape their identity and how they act. all i'll say is that mike is very much influenced by nancy in the moral compass department >:)

#and thank you for this ask again anon it made me smile very hard #byler #ask #st apoc au #sammi's brain was used #<- using this tag just bc it has a bit of canon char analysis in it

[thatwriterchaotic]

Hey, I just was thinking about how cute it would be if Y/N got drunk at an Alexandrian party and Daryl had to carry her home and get her ready for bed <3

Hey there!! This is so adorable, I needed to write something sweet and short honestly. <3

Just one more drink! (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Summary: Another party was happening to celebrate the people of Alexandria. Things have been a bit difficult lately, you thought it would be a good idea to go with Daryl as a couple. Until it didn't..

Word Count: 960

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

No warnings, purely just fluff, maybe a little spicy if you squint 😂

Your Pov

The party was going great so far. You where surrounded by the people you loved. Good food, even better drinks. You had been sitting on the couch sipping on some wine with Rosita and Maggie. Until one glass turned to two.. and then to three and so on.

You felt you cheeks heat up feeling the alcohol effect your body. It felt nice, you where relaxed, your mind pleasantly numb. Plus a really good looking archer to gaze at from across the room. Hey! That was your archer. You had completely forgot about what Maggie and Rosita had been gossiping about. Your mind distracted, staring at Daryl leaning in the door way.

He must of been in a conversation with Rick and Glenn. He looked so good in that flannel and dirty blue washed jeans. That vest with the angel wings that you never seen him without. You gently bit your lip, admiring your man. Maggie soon snapped you out of your trance. “Huh??” You said fluttering your eyelashes.

The girls giggled at you, “Someone's distracted” Rosita said making you flush more in your cheeks. Maggie laughed even more at her comment. You pouted “Shut up and do another shot with me!” You said grabbing another shot.

Daryl's POV

It had been a couple of hours now and Daryl couldn't seem to find you. He checked all of upstairs. Then the kitchen, the back porch, and now he got to the living room. He herd a yell first before entering the room. There you where! His baby laying back on the couch with her two closest friends. Oh you where drunk all right.

“Daryl!!! There you are love!!” You yelled as you stood up your stance swaying from side to side. Maggie and Rosita only laughed more at your actions. Daryl smiled a little feeling his cheeks heat up. He made his way across the room and wrapped his arms around you. “Hey baby, you havin a fun time?” Daryl said to you softly. You swooned when he touched your body.

Daryl always made you feel loved and cared for. You smiled and snuggled up into his body. He felt so warm and cozy, you could fall asleep right there. “Hi bubba, I'm having such a good timmeee- you look so good tonight” You said with the biggest smile on your face.

Daryl couldn't stop blushing from all your compliments. He felt your hands just roam all over his chest and shoulders. Yeah, it was time to get you home and in bed. “Thank you Sunshine, let's get ya home huh?” Daryl suggested about to lift you up and carry you home.

“Oh!! But just one more drink, please!” You begged as you reached up and kissed Daryl's cheek. Daryl felt himself swoon. He always loved your kisses and affection in general. Rosita and Maggie laughed and shook their heads no. You definitely had more than enough for tonight.

“Alright that's enough for you girl, let's get ya home” Daryl said as he picked you up. You gasped and quickly held onto Daryl tightly. Wrappings your legs around him, your arms wrapped around his neck. “But more drinks!!” You yelled as Daryl carried you out of the house.

He laughed at you as he held you comfortably in his strong arms. It didn't take long to get home. Daryl took you upstair to your shared bedroom. “Come on sunshine, let's get ya changed” He said setting you down on the side of the bed.

You pouted looking up at him, you let go and stood up. Turning around so Daryl could unzip your sun dress."I-I'm not that drunk Daryl! I just wanted one more drink" You said as your speech slurred. Daryl placed his hands on your waist to help you undress.

You loved the feeling of his hands on your waist. Daryl chuckled a little, gently grabbing the zipper, pulling it down. The dress fell down off your body and to the floor. He then quickly and easily unhooked your bra and gently kissed along your neck and down your shoulder. "Says the one who was all over me at the party" Daryl said softly into your ear. He gave you one of his big t-shirts to sleep in. He helped you slide it down onto your body, watching you climb into bed.

Daryl got undressed himself, leaving his boxers on. As soon as he joined you in bed, You crawled right up next to him. Laying as close to him as you possibly could. "Whatever! Being in bed with you is better than the lame party" You said with a big grin on your face. Your head laying on his chest, your legs tangled together. Your arm lazily draped around his waist. He chuckled and wrapped his arm around your body. The other reaching up to play with your hair. "Shh, now get some sleep" Daryl said to you softly, kissing your forehead. You smiled and nuzzled into his chest. Feeling so content and warm with his body wrapped around yours. Tonight was a good one, even if you forgot what happened the next day.

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl x reader #twd fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #daryl imagines #my writing #writer #writers on tumblr

[klutzyroses]

Hey!

I was wondering how would ikepri suitors act with an awkward, quiet but strong and fit mc? Weird combination I know 😂 I was just curious if any of them would have a reaction to someone like that

A most interesting combination indeed anon👀

IkePri HCs: Awkward and Strong!SO

How do they react to an so who is strong and fit but also awkward and reserved?

Suitors: Clavis, Sariel, Keith, Gilbert

Clavis

Oho, the fun he can have with this lovely young lady~

He can already envision all the mischief he can get into with her.

Her reserved nature coupled with her Amazonian strength is quite the intriguing contrast. He must wonder if she trained to be this strong, or if its in her genes.

Either way, he will surely take a quick liking to her, often teasing her to see her pretty cheeks flush as she fidgets and mumbles nearly incoherent responses.

One of his most amusing memories of her is when one of his traps had yet again ensnared Yves, leaving him trapped in a ditch, again, and the lovely lady had singlehandedly (literally with a single hand), lifted the Fifth prince out of the ditch...ironically by the back of his collar, similar to how one would scruff a cat.

The pink clad prince was...of two minds about it, but for Clavis, it made his entire week. He will never forget the sight.

He will make her the center of his doting attention just to see her flustered and flushed as he gives her a sly smile, never once breaking eye contact when he speaks to her.

She is simply a delight to behold, to be around and he just knows they will continue to have buckets of fun together.

Sariel

Well now, what an fascinating contrast...

But then again, he isn't too surprised...Well not as surprised as when he experienced her strength the first time he met her.

Ah yes, he can remember it like yesterday. After choosing her as the next Belle, he had already determined she was quite the shy, awkward woman...until he had come to collect her.

He understood she was startled, maybe a bit frightened by his sudden presence within her workplace, but was it necessary to pick up an entire bookshelf and throw it at him?

Surely not. If he had not moved in time, he would have possibly joined his Majesty the King in eternal slumber.

It was only because she was so apologetic and embarrassed that bringing her to the palace following that disturbing exchange was such an easy feat. All under the guise of "making it up to him", does he get her to take up the mantle of Belle.

Perhaps it isn't all bad, in time, her physical prowess may prove to be useful yet.

So long as no furniture is being launched at him or their highnesses. Maybe except for the hellcat.

Keith

A girl after his own heart, hm?

The prince of Jade knows a thing or two about being quiet and shy whilst also being quite physically capable.

He finds it endearing and sweet coming from her. From him, he feels its uncomfortable and weird. That's just how he sees it.

He will admire her strength though, her ability to do things most women her size usually cannot accomplish at the drop of a hat is absolutely remarkable...and a bit mind boggling at times.

He can't help but think because she is currently blushing and stuttering timidly about preparing tea for his tea party with Yves and Licht, who are gaping at her at the moment because she is carrying the entire food laden table with one hand and seemingly no effort.

He will always try to make her as comfortable as possible but there are limitations...

His awkwardness collides with hers and he says the wrong thing and then she says the wrong thing and then there is an uncomfortable silence where nobody knows what to say.

Someone outside the conversation may have to save them both.

Gilbert

Ah, what an interesting woman he has here~

A cute, shy rabbit with the strength of an ox, hm? You certainly don't see that everyday.

The Obsidian prince will most definitely amuse himself by tormenting her a little bit, just to see her squirm under his crimson gaze as her cheeks start to turn a similar color. It's so fascinating to him that such a strong little lady could also be such a timid flower.

He may, for the sake of his whims, ask her to lift something heavy for him, even if he can lift it himself, of course essentially extorting her with his usual "You wouldn't deny a guest of honor, would you?"

He will find it even more amusing when she blushes and lifts the object one-handedly without even wavering, contrary to her stuttering and awkward disposition. How darling~

Just to see her fall apart more, he will gush about her remarkable strength with a slow, rather gleeful simper on his lips as the young maiden averts her gaze, rubbing her arm while mumbling her thanks for his compliments.

And she isn't so good at responding to praise with confidence, which he is sadistically aware of.

She may have to try to avoid him, but he always loves when his prey runs. It makes the hunt all the sweeter...

🌸

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri clavis #ikepri sariel #ikepri gilbert #ikepri keith #ikepri headcanons #ikemen prince headcanons

[laura1633]

Rock Band

Omegaverse, Omega Charles

If possible?

Thank you so much 😊

Thanks anon ♥️ Again this is totally random, I am just going mostly with the first thing that pops up in my head for this Lestappen alternative universe game 😂

Twelfth Random Lestappen AU summary: Rock Band

Charles is the lead vocalist and guitarist in an all omega rock group that is currently taking Europe by storm. Their first stadium wide tour sold out within the hour and there is already a huge buzz about the show. Unfortunately, despite society slowly becoming more progressive there are still a number of countries in Europe where omegas must be accompanied by a designated alpha who is in charge of their well-being. 

Charles and the rest of the band members Oscar, Lando and Liam consider the rule to be archaic and unnecessary but if they have to abide by it then they are going to have some fun. They manage to hire roadie alpha Max Verstappen who is tasked with not only keeping them in line and ensuring their safety but also making sure their heats are taken care of. Max assures them he is fully capable of doing the job.

They head out on the road and Max realises very quickly that Charles and the rest of the group are a lot more to handle than he thought they would be. Keen to shake off the placid subservient omega roles the group take any opportunity they can to let of steam - drinking, smoking rather suspicious substances that Max doesn’t want to think too much about and partying until the early hours of the morning. 

Despite fully living up to the rock and roll lifestyle Charles, Lando, Liam and Oscar truly do deliver night after night and their shows are getting rave reviews and whilst Max feels rather terrorised by the foursome he has to admit he is starting to have fun.

With just over a week until the final and largest show arrives Max goes to collect the group so they can travel to their destination but quickly realises they have a problem. The group are all in heat. It is something he absolutely was not expecting and something he quickly realises was absolutely planned by the omegas. 

Max does as he was hired to do though and lets them drag him in to the shared nest for a week of sex, drugs and rock and roll. 

#anon asks #Lestappen au game #Lestappen fanfiction

[electronicwitchcollection]

🖤🌸holy shit it had been a long time- I TOOK A BREAK FROM TUMBLR BUT IM BACK NOW WITH MORE BRAINROT. I wanted to ask u. What do you think of Gin being a lightweight? And Shunsui and Jushiro drinking with him, shocked ? 😂

Hello my friend! I’m glad you’re back!

As always you bring such fun topics to talk about 🖤

So I absolutely believe Gin cannot handle his alcohol, for a few reasons!

The first being, he never got the typical childhood. He went to the academy as a young boy, and excelled through it quickly. He never had any of those teenage parties where they experimented with alcohol and their limits. He didn’t go through school with peers his own age, therefore didn’t have any “friends” his age to go through those experiences with when he reached that age. He never grew a tolerance for it, and never learned his limits.

The people he spent the most time with while transitioning to a child to an adult would’ve been Aizen and Tousen. Both of which aren’t big drinkers themselves. Aizen would maybe indulge in an expensive glass of wine with dinner every so often, but that is all. Tousen I can’t see Finding any enjoyment in drinking, and chooses to abstain.

I would also like to factor in Gin’s physique. He’s so skinny, I’m convinced he hasn’t seen a good hot meal for quite some time. And we all Know the downfall of drinking on an empty stomach 🙃

The biggest and most important factor, is Gin had chosen from an early age that he would be the one to bring Aizen down, working as a secret double agent to ensure Aizen fails in his quest to ascend the heavens. Gin is smart and calculated, he knows full well that “loose lips sinks ships” and would take precautions to ensure Aizen never finds out about his plan to take him down.

He can’t afford to have his inhibitions lowered, must always keep up the facade to ensure he reaches his goals.

However

He was woefully unprepared for how persistent Kyoraku is 😂

We all know just how desperate that man is to have a drinking buddy who can keep up with him. Sure, he has Jushiro who will happily keep him company as he slowly drinks himself to the edge of sanity.. but it can get tiring being the only one drinking while your friend smiles on patiently. Not to mention the times Jushiro is too unwell or simply to busy to join him.

I think he has had a good few drinking partners over the years… Yourichi, Shinji, Isshin. Unfortunately they’ve all left him to drink alone once more. Kenpachi is good in a pinch, the man can hold his liquor ! but trying to get any decent conversation out of him… you’d have better luck trying to get water not to be wet. 😂

I believe Kyoraku would corner Gin one day, and before he knew what was happening he was sat opposite the two older captains wondering how the hell this happened. Without thinking of any believable reason why he had to go, Gin would try and wait Kyoraku out. The man had a reputation. Surly he’d be slumped over falling asleep soon, where he could easily leave him to the practiced hands of Jushiro, who had more patience than any one man should.

He failed to recognise two things. The first being, Kyoraku can drink an obscure amount of alcohol before he got into that state. The second being Gins near non existent tolerance would be no match for the high percentage alcohol Kyoraku favoured.

The first drink went down fine, a little fuzzy around the edges, but manageable. He could still walk home perfectly capable of hiding his true intentions. He could engage in conversation while keeping all of his secrets deeply guarded.

The second was a little more worrisome. His real laugh came out unexpectedly at one of Kyorakus filthy jokes. Muscles relaxed and the room suddenly feeling a little bit warm. But he was fine, right? A little tipsy, but still in somewhat control of his actions. The room tilted if he moved to fast and he couldn’t quite get the smile off his face

It’s the third that tips him over. His normally pale complexion is flushed red, one eye is tightly closed while the other tries to focus hard enough to stop the world from spinning around him. His words are slurred and heavy, sounding fine to his own ears yet almost indistinguishable to everyone else. When the hiccups start, so did the giggling.

Kyoraku and Ukitake would share a disbelieving look at the absolute state this man had gotten in after only three drinks… even Ukitake could handle more than that..

Kyoraku would pout at the disappointing loss of yet another drinking buddy prospect. Though he did quite enjoy watching Gin sway and stumble his way into nearly every wall, tree and person they passed on the way to his home as Ukitake frantically tried to steer him in the right way.

#bleach #gin ichimaru #shunsui kyoraku #jushiro ukitake #asks #🖤🌸 #Just my thoughts

[cerromoreno]

🎄 Starbula Christmas headcanons! 🎄

Over the past few weeks, I’ve had fun imagining how the first Christmas after Peter’s return to earth would go. The below headcanon scenario that has resulted is extremely self-indulgent and Starbula-pining-filled. (Mutual pining is just 😩🤌) And in the spirit of holiday giving, I figured I’d share it!

Background:

It’s been about eight months since Peter returned to earth, since I’m guessing GOTG3 took place in early spring. Since then, the Guardians/Nebula/Drax and Peter have visited each other at least a few times, and everyone has settled into their new lives.

For Peter, it's been an amazing, healing eight months - reconnecting with his grandpa, finally accepting Gamora’s death and moving on, and generally working on himself. He’s stopped drinking and is trying to get his GED (which is fairly time-consuming, since he hasn’t had any formal schooling since third grade lmao).

Peter eventually starts to notice that he's been missing/thinking about Nebula more than his other friends on Knowhere. This slow realization takes a sharp turn in the fall, when Nebula comes to earth for Morgan’s birthday party and stops by Missouri to visit him beforehand. Peter ends up tagging along to the birthday party, and while watching Nebula interact with Morgan, he starts to see her in a new light. You can just read Accidentally in Love for the gist of that headcanon...as I'm obsessed with that fic lol 🙃 And yes, I adore the idea of Nebula basically being an adopted member of the Stark family, continuing even after Tony's death.

Anyway, it’s been a little over a month since Peter started realizing he might have feelings for Nebula. He plans to never tell her, since he figures there’s no way she feels the same for him, and their friendship means too much to him to screw up by confessing his feelings. Little does he know that Nebula has been in love with him for over a year, having developed a crush while they were co-leading the Guardians together. She also plans to never tell him how she feels, knowing there was no way he’d ever see her that way - and also feeling guilty/angry at herself for falling for her dead sister’s boyfriend.

So generally, there’s lots of pining afoot... all of which sets the stage for Christmas! 🎄🎉

🎅 Pre-Christmas:

Sometime in the fall, Peter invites everyone to Jason’s house for Christmas, excited to have his whole family together for the holidays. Nebula, Drax, Groot, Rocket, Kraglin, and Cosmo plan to come, and even Mantis agrees to take a break from her travels to join. 

Beforehand, they agree to do a Secret Santa gift exchange instead of getting individual gifts for everyone. They have a group Zoom call (or whatever the space-technology equivalent is) to anonymously assign who will get gifts for whom.

It’s meant to be a surprise, but Kraglin blows it when he excitedly shouts out "Yes!! I wanted Nebula!" after drawing her name. This immediately makes Peter jealous and suspicious. What is going on between Kraglin and Nebula back on Knowhere?! [Answer: Nothing, of course. This will pay off later...and I think Nebula deserves to have someone be jealous over her, after a lifetime being jealous of Gamora… 🙃]

As the holidays get closer, Peter also mentions to Nebula that since the Starks are basically her family (which he got to observe at Morgan’s birthday party), Pepper and Morgan are invited as well. He mentions that Gamora is welcome too, since she’s also Nebula's family, though he doubts she'd want to join. This makes Nebula a bit jealous, incorrectly assuming that Peter must not be over Gamora after all - and in fact, must be trying to use the Christmas party to finally win her over.

Now both of these idiots are both pining and jealous. Delicious 😂

🎁 Christmas Day:

In the early afternoon on Christmas Day, the Knowhere residents and Mantis arrive at Jason’s home, which, thanks to Peter, is decorated to the brim for the holidays. Peter excitedly welcomes them all inside, clearly loving the opportunity to help his grandparents host. Nebula almost immediately wants to die from cuteness as she watches Peter run around, helping his grandparents in the kitchen and making sure everyone is having a nice time, and generally being an adorable host.

Soon afterward, Pepper and Morgan, then Gamora (to everyone's surprise!) arrive. When everyone's settled, all the cute Christmas things commence: cookie decorating, a snowball fight with Morgan demanding to be on Nebula’s team, a big family meal, etc. Basically any cute Christmas things you can think of. The house is crammed full with all the guests, loud and chaotic and full of laughter and Christmas music blasting. At one point, Jason Quill excuses himself to the bathroom to cry a little bit, overwhelmed as he realizes how much his life has changed since last year’s quiet, lonely Christmas. 🥺

At some point, Kevin Bacon even shows up to join the festivities, since Mantis had invited him as a surprise. I love the idea that it becomes a tradition that the Guardians/Kevin Bacon always visit each other on Christmas, even if it’s just stopping by to say hi. This also probably causes another private emotional breakdown for Jason Quill: it's hard to fathom how compared with Christmas last year, not only is his long-lost grandson alive and back home, but his home is now packed with aliens and a famous movie star. Seriously, what is his life?

In fact, I'm sure at some point in the party, Jason gets so overwhelmed with joy and gratitude that he pulls Peter into a tight embrace, quietly crying into his hair. 🥺 Neither of them say anything - they both understand, and just hug each other, in awe of the fact that throughout all of the grief, loss, and years apart, they've found their way to this incredible new life and family together. Ugghhh I'm emotional thinking about it.

At one point during the afternoon, Peter mentions that once it’s dark outside, he wants to go for a drive to see the Christmas lights in the fancy neighborhood nearby; he’s heard it’s fun to see the big houses lit up. Everyone’s pretty noncommittal about it, but Nebula shrugs and says sure, she's in. Peter doesn't need to know that she'd literally watch paint dry if it was with him and was something that made him happy...

Speaking of which, throughout the entire afternoon, Peter has found himself subconsciously gravitating toward Nebula. They sit next to each other at the big Christmas dinner, constantly banter during the holiday group games, etc. Neither think much of it, since they’re both close friends and have missed spending time with each other - but almost everyone else notices. And Peter isn’t exactly a subtle person when it comes to his feelings.

One of those people is Gamora. She thinks back to her words from back on the Orgoscope, that the person best suited for Peter sounds more like her sister... She decides to corner Peter and bring it up at some point, walking up to him as he's washing dishes in the kitchen and blurting, “So, you and Nebula, huh?” Peter is flustered and tries to play dumb. But when Gamora won’t let it go, he admits in a low voice that maybe he has feelings for Nebula, but he can’t mess up their friendship. It’s too important to him - she is too important to him. 

Gamora laughs at him, but also recognizes that he's clearly agitated about it all. Nebula must matter quite a lot to him. She decides to throw Peter a bone, saying that, "just in case it's helpful," she thinks her alternate self would probably be okay with this - she thinks other-Gamora would be happy to know that the people she loves the most would find happiness with each other. Because she can see Peter and Nebula clearly make each other happy. Peter is taken aback, but can't deny that he appreciates Gamora's words.

While they're talking, Nebula hears Gamora's laughter and turns to spot Peter and Gamora quietly talking in the kitchen. She can't stop the pang of disappointment and jealousy that rises up within her, again, and is immediately annoyed at herself. Of course this is what would happen. It’s fine. In fact, it’s what should happen. Even if she’d thought Peter accepting Gamora’s death and moving on was a good thing, this is better. It must be. After all, Nebula just wants Peter to be happy, and this will make him happy. She supposes that Peter and Gamora really are destined to be together, no matter what. Nebula sighs and tries to turn her attention back to the party.

But to Nebula's surprise, when Peter and Gamora end their conversation and leave the kitchen, there’s no real change in their behavior. They don’t spend extra time together, or flirt, or anything. It’s all very casual and fun-group-vibes between them. In fact, Peter instead almost immediately returns to hanging out by Nebula’s side, sitting next to her on the couch for present-opening and offering to get her a refill on eggnog at one point. Rocket notices and mockingly waves his mug at Peter: “And how come you’re not offering me more eggnog, too, Quill?” He enjoys watching how easily he can fluster Peter now, watching him immediately turn pink and bite out a retort - something about Nebula working hard to lead Knowhere and deserving a break at least for today - as he walks away with her mug.

For Nebula's part, she loves having Peter close and having his attention throughout the evening, but also tries to remind herself that it doesn’t actually mean anything. He's just a good friend, which she's grateful for.

When it’s time to open presents, everyone receives their wrapped Secret Santa gift and takes turns opening them up. Before they start, Nebula pulls out additional gifts for her invited guests - Morgan, Pepper, and Gamora - as well as a shared gift for Jason and Peter’s step-grandma, since none of them were part of the Guardians’ gift exchange. After Pepper exclaims, "Nebula, you didn't have to do this!" Nebula quietly mumbles that she didn’t want anyone to feel left out. Peter, of course, can hardly contain his adoration at seeing how thoughtful and considerate Nebula is. He already knew how much she'd changed and grown from the angry, bitter assassin he'd first met so many years ago - but sometimes, it still could take his breath away to stop and notice it.

Once it's Nebula’s turn to open her Secret Santa gift, it turns out to be a winter hat and necklace (referencing Kraglin's line in GOTG2: "I was talking about, like, a pretty necklace. Or a nice hat. You know. Something to make the other girls go "Ooh, that's nice." 😆) Nebula immediately bursts into surprised laughter, finally realizing why Kraglin was so excited to get her a gift. She can’t believe he remembered a throwaway line from nearly twelve years ago, essentially creating the longest-payoff joke ever. Peter is, of course, once again filled with jealousy watching the two of them laugh together, wishing more than anything that he’d been assigned to get Nebula’s gift. He would have gotten her something so much better than stupid Kraglin… 

Later in the evening, after everyone is tired from all the festivities and food, Pepper says it’s time to get Morgan to bed. Kevin Bacon and Gamora say they’ll head out too. As they get coats on and head for the door, Nebula observes the goodbye between Peter and Gamora (trying not to make it obvious that she’s doing so) and, to her surprise, observes that it’s quite casual. Peter doesn’t seem broken up to say goodbye to Gamora at all. That’s…strange. 

🎄 Christmas night:

After the non-Knowhere guests leave, everyone else finds their way to the couches to watch a Christmas movie (probably Elf because it’s my favorite 🥺). Once the movie ends, Peter jumps off the couch and excitedly asks who’s still up for driving around to see the Christmas lights, now that it’s sufficiently dark outside. Nebula nods and gets up, too.

However, over the evening, as more people observed Peter and Nebula dancing around each other, it became an unspoken agreement that no one else would join this nighttime drive and would instead give the two some time alone. So everyone shrugs off Peter's idea, saying they’re too tired and would rather stay in and watch another Christmas movie. Drax nearly messes it up, forgetting the plan and exclaiming, “Oh yes, I shall join you, in search of another little funny man to -” only to be shushed by Mantis and yanked back to the couch. Peter shrugs, “Whatever, your loss for all being lame.” He and Nebula start to get bundled up to go outside, with Nebula putting on her new winter hat, of course.

Starting here, Nebula and Peter’s late-night driving adventure follows the first verse of “You Are In Love” (which is such an amazing Starbula song 😭)...like basically word for word. So I recommend pausing to listen to it first lol.

They get into Peter’s car and decide to stop by a coffee shop drive-thru to get some festive drink for the road (again, cue the “YAIL” first verse 🤡). Peter and Nebula then have a magical time driving around and looking at the Christmas lights. A snowstorm begins at some point, adding to the lovely holiday vibes. Peter decides to park the car so they can walk around in the snowstorm, shoulders brushing as they look up at the lights and the snow gently falling around them. It’s basically Hallmark-movie perfect…and once again…cue the “YAIL” first verse lyrics 😆

And because I think it sounds adorable, at some point they both get hungry and can only find one local restaurant that’s open at midnight on Christmas. Maybe a Chinese place? Or a 24-hour diner?

For Nebula, this whole night is basically heaven. She’s never been on a date (nor does she expect to ever do so), and she knows this isn’t actually one, but still. It’s as close to a perfect night as she’s ever had: sitting in a cheap restaurant booth with the man she's in love with, laughing while they both try - and fail - to eat their Chinese food with chopsticks. No missions or responsibilities, no drunken Peter, no other Guardians around. Just the two of them having fun together. Is this what it’s like to be on a date with someone you love? Nebula wonders. She tries to cherish every moment, knowing she’ll likely never get this opportunity again.

Peter is feeling basically the same thing, except he does know what it’s like to go on a date with someone you love, and he knows that this feels like that. He wishes he could be brave enough to try to hold Nebula’s hand, or do something to hint at his feelings - but he can’t risk ruining this perfect night. So he keeps his feelings quiet, just enjoying time with the woman who, against all odds, has become his closest friend and the person he loves (and he does admit it to himself that night - that not only does he have feelings for Nebula, but he loves her. It’s both a scary and exhilarating realization).

Peter drives them back to Jason’s house around 1 am. Once inside, they find the living room empty, with a note on the table saying, “We headed back to Knowhere in Mantis’ ship. See you guys later. Merry Christmas.” The keys to the pod that the Knowhere crew had flown to get to earth (which was parked, invisible, on the Quill's front lawn) were left on top of the note for Nebula.

Peter exclaims, outraged: “Wait, they ditched us?! On Christmas?!" Nebula laughs and starts to say she can also get out of his hair and head back to Knowhere too, since it's late, but Peter interjects: “Wait, what about watching [some movie he'd told her about earlier in the day]?” Nebula doesn’t have to be told twice - if Peter wants her to stay and to continue hanging out, she’ll do it as long as she can. She hardly ever takes time off from running Knowhere, after all.

Peter grabs Nebula one of his t-shirts to change into, so they can both get comfortable on the couch for the movie. Which, yes, is another line from “YAIL." 🤣 Exhausted from the full day, they both end up falling asleep during the movie.

🎅 Post-Christmas morning:

When Jason walks into the living room the next morning, he gets a kick out of seeing these two losers sleeping next to each other on the couch. He internally makes a bet that they’ll be dating by the summer. (Little does he know that their mutual pining will continue for nearly another whole year, even after Peter finally gets his GED and moves back to Knowhere to help Nebula run the city.)

When Nebula wakes up, she’s embarrassed to have fallen asleep on the couch, assuming she's definitely overstayed her welcome by now, but Peter and his grandparents insist they’re glad she’s stayed over. They also insist that she stays for breakfast and to do some kind of post-Christmas family tradition. Maybe Peter's grandparents make some special day-after-Christmas breakfast every year, idk. 

Nebula ends up staying through the afternoon, maybe even helping Peter study for his GED (even though she doesn’t know much more about earth than he does), and Peter's grandparents are totally charmed by her. This is nice foreshadowing for whenever Peter and Nebula finally get together, the four of them will have a lot of family time like this. :’)

When Nebula finally heads back to Knowhere that evening, she and Peter have an extremely drawn-out and awkward goodbye at the front door, neither wanting to end this time together. Peter’s grandparents get a kick out of observing it all, including how Peter longingly stares after Nebula as she gets into the invisible ship - and how he continues to stare at the sky, even though he can't see her fly away.

And over the next few weeks/months until they see each other again, whenever Peter and Nebula miss each other (which is often!), they both comfort themselves by remembering their magical Christmas in Missouri together. 🥺🥲

Soooooo there’s my Starbula-pining-filled headcanon about the first Christmas after GOTG3! Nothing groundbreaking here, but I really do think something like this would be realistic in post-GOTG3 canon. Like, how could Peter not invite his Knowhere family to celebrate Christmas with his grandparents? And since nothing will ever stop me from headcanoning that Peter eventually develops/realizes his feelings for Nebula after returning to earth, this additional Starbula stuff also fits right in.

Anyway, this scenario was very fun to imagine 🥰 And I hope it was fun to read!

#starbula #peter x nebula #quebula #headcanon #how does this ship inspire so many headcanons in me #it's kind of insane #buuuut i also love it #christmas #gotg #gotg vol 3

[atalienart]

@periwinklecurtains replied to your post “Things you hate in romantic fantasy?”:

When they're just mean to each other and call it "banter!" I'm good with either them being enemies or having banter, but mild rudeness isn't quality for either imo 😂

​I must admit, I'm yet to find a good banter in a book. Same, mate, I hate when characters who are supposed to like each other rile each other up just because it's apparently funny(?). It gives too much of a "real life" thing, and I half expect someone to tell me I can't take a joke. It's not fun or endearing or sexy, it's annoying. When it's about banter I want both parties to be into it. Of course it's different when the characters find each other annoying or they do want to hurt each other but it still has to have some substance, some wit. There's generally not much wit. Often it's very shallow and feels like a quarrel between teenagers. Also I'm all for characters disagreeing and arguing but I need to know, even then, there's a spark of care in the argument. So no mindless rudeness but caring wit :)

#nat tries to write #now that I think about it my characters clash a lot at different points of the stories #welp I really hope you could call it banter

[redthefieryginger]

I lowkey wanna see a buddy cop AU fic and headcanons with Copia as the goofy detective while their partner, the reader/you/OC detective, pretends to be annoyed but secretly loves his antics. 😂🤣😂

These are some of my personal headcanons for this ridiculously stupid AU 🤣🤣:

He is amazing with kids, he knows what to say to comfort them and gets them to open up and smile despite going through something horrible to get information.

Copia’s incredibly perceptive and usually has the scene assessed entirely within seconds and goes to pet the rats.

You have to constantly pull him away from the wild alley rats if you’re in the middle of assessing a crime scene.

Grabbing Copia’s tie and pulling him along to talk to witnesses/other cops/CSU team/boss.

Copia acts like the sub of the team, but if his partner is in danger, he becomes unrecognizable and sometimes frightening in his need to protect or save them.

He is often the butt of jokes in the office, but if his partner hears someone make a joke, they make a threatening joke or comment in return. (Despite his partner claiming to be annoyed by him, they will still defend him to the death against others. Very much a: “I am the only one who can be mean to him ‘cause he’s my partner. So fuck off.”)

Copia has an interesting interrogation technique. He talks and talks and talks, hardly ever asking questions. He wears them down until they want to confess. (For some reason I think of a mix between DiNozzos’ rambling and McGees’ almost awkward interrogation techniques from NCIS.)

Copia surprise everyone with his perfectionist tendencies when it comes to paperwork and often works late to make sure his reports are done and grammar checked before turning it in to the boss.

Copia can usually tell if someone is the killer/ guilty party quickly after meeting them. He just has a sense for when people aren’t being truthful or if they are hiding something. He may know who it is, but he and his partner must now prove it and there in comes the fun and antics.

That’s all I have ATM! Please feel free to add to them or make corrections! Just a funny AU thought I had after binging NCIS for a while now 😂😂 It’s just fun to think about.

#cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #ghost copia #ghost #ghost band #papa copia #papa emeritus iv x reader #buddy cop #ghost headcanons

[non-un-topo]

re: queer quartet prompts -- idk if you're wanting things to draw or to write, but what about horse stealing? Or horse riding in general? I know you've mentioned the idea of queer quartet accidental baby acquisition recently, and a drawing of that would NEVER go amiss!

Hello, friend, and thank you for the excellent prompt! <33 I definitely cannot draw horses, so have this silly ficlet! 😂

The garden gates flew open, and Andromache barrelled through like a storm. As she stomped over the diligently-laid stone path and into the night, it became clear that there was a rather lewd squelching sound following each of her footsteps.

Oh. No, not following. It was her footsteps. Her felt boots were soaked through. Great.

Behind, still in the candle-lit garden, it sounded like Yusuf was sweet-talking the party guests because how could he not? Nevermind that every rose-adorned prick in there wanted to chase him out the moment he entered.

“That was very heroic of you,” commended (teased) Quỳnh, in step with her as she always was. “Coming to the aid of our dear, defenseless Yusuf. Indeed, I did not think artists liked to get their hands dirty.”

The playful jest was aimed at Yusuf, who must have followed the rest of them out the gates judging by the sound of his affronted gasp.

“Right, they just wanted to hurl disgusting words at him,” said Andromache, steeped in rage and fountain water. How was she supposed to have noticed the one floor tile slightly out of place, just waiting to trip someone? Oh well, a little shallow water never hurt anyone. Well, except for the man she continued to beat on after she pulled him into the fountain with her. Pure, heart-stopping terror on that poor fool’s face.

“They are not artists,” said Yusuf, and Andromache thought he was going to join them in the fun of insulting the rosy buffoons, but instead he explained simply, “They are commissioners, specifically because they do not paint.”

“Well anyway, they didn’t even look at your paintings, Yusuf.”

“Certainly, you’d already punched my client in the jaw before he got the chance.”

Andromache smirked.

“High society and us do not blend, I fear,” sighed Quỳnh with false woe. Andromache turned around in time to see her press the back of her hand to her forehead and swoon.

“No great loss,” said Nicolò, who had been rather forcefully silent since Andromache pulled herself out of the fountain and Yusuf pulled the sopping wet sod out too.

They marched past the stables, housing show horses who belonged to Yusuf’s wealthy client but who remained enclosed during this party. Andromache could never have missed the timeless scent of their coats, the sound of the little huff for attention.

Seeing her family’s sour faces, hidden beneath a thin layer of amusement though they were, Andromache felt that flutter of mischief return.

She crossed over to the stables and reached into the window above the closed door where a lean, well-groomed head peaked out at her. She hushed it, running her hand down its velvety nose, admiring its shiny golden coat.

“My heart,” said Quỳnh, as one speaks to a child who has just spotted a toy they want.

“Shh,” Andromache hushed the horse, who huffed and shook its head left to right, a mop of golden-thread hair falling into its eyes. “I’m making a friend. Isn’t that right, you beauty? Was it you who called to me?”

“Oh,” muttered Yusuf, behind, “she’s doing it again.”

“Andromache, that horse is not yours,” whispered Nicolò.

“You are not anybody’s,” Andromache cooed at the horse, gentling it, brushing down its nose. “Isn’t that right? Would you like to be free?”

“Oh, dear,” returned Yusuf’s voice.

There was a good long moment of silence where all Andromache could hear was crickets and the whistling breath of the horse, before Quỳnh piped up and joined her at the stables.

“Alright,” Quỳnh said, and opened the doors. “Quickly.”

Andromache could have swooned, herself.

She took the golden mare, of course. They were friends now, were they not? Quỳnh fetched a lovely brown and white gelding from farther inside the stables, and into Yusuf’s hands she placed the reins of a moon-silver mare. When she dipped back inside the pitch darkness of the stables, Nicolò leaned his back to the door, eyes on the garden party they’d left behind.

Then from the shadows Quỳnh appeared with a fourth set of reins in her hand. But behind her came the shape of a horse’s head no more than four feet off the ground.

Andromache held in a howl with all the restraint in the world.

“Here you are, brother,” Quỳnh chirped, as she guided the pony to Nicolò. He turned away from the garden to look, and did what could only be called a double-take before looking up at Quỳnh’s retreating back with wide eyes.

“Mount,” ordered Quỳnh, and Andromache did as she was told, yes ma’am.

Voices were beginning to raise from the direction of the garden. Easy as slipping into a pair of pants, Andromache mounted the mare and they took off, Quỳnh and Yusuf not far behind.

“Hey!” barked Nicolò, the poor thing. “Hey!”

Andromache looked back to see him trying to straddle the pony, practically standing up normally with his legs on either side of its stout belly. With a little tug on its reins he tried to get it to move forward, and just when Andromache thought the sight could not get any more ridiculous, the pony began to prance with the daintiest, shortest steps Andromache had ever seen. Nicolò looked behind himself at the angry mob coming their way, and screamed as he hunched forward on his belly over the pony’s back. It barely picked up the pace.

Andromache had tears in her eyes when she looked forward again. Floods of tears.

“Why must you be so cruel!” Yusuf wailed, though she heard the cheeky bastard laughing too. “My love, I’m coming for you!”

As Yusuf clicked his tongue and turned his horse around, Quỳnh pulled the gelding up to Andromache’s side.

“Such mischief, my Quỳnh.”

“Hey…” Quỳnh was the picture of innocence with the way she batted her eyelashes. “The pony was all that was left.”

Andromache threw her head back with a laugh, and she absolutely did not nearly fall off the horse.

#sage writes #tog #the old guard #the old gays #love them love this prompt love you #i may yet draw something for the accidental baby acquisition prompt! #ficlet

[hughungrybear]

****Late to the party because I managed to fail my driver's licence test, so I'm going to cheer myself up and binge-watch the series on my list 😔****

Me watching Only Friends Ep. 8:

1. Based on the preview, this episode's title (Save Me) seems very apt to what is about to happen.

2. Cheum looked like she swallowed a lemon, but I guess her concerns are nothing compared to what is Sand's feeling as Mew and Ray grind drunk on the dance floor 😔. After all, the shittiest feeling is knowing exactly what is causing your heartache, but are powerless to do anything about it - except walking away that is.

3. Ray admitting he is so "damn happy" when he is with Sand, but still thinking that Mew is the one he loves is so frustrating. I want to reach out and shake this baby boy hard to see some sense. 😤😤😤

4. Wait, why are Yo and Plug fighting??? I thought they were already lovers? <after five seconds> Oh. Oh. Yo, if you are not ready for a relationship, then you should have never started at all. I'm with Plug on this one. 😔 Sidenote: P'Jenny's silent tears in this scene is heartbreaking. 😭😭😭

5. It looks like Mew will be losing everything he worked hard for if he doesn't stop his downward spiral. Although, I'm not sure if Top is the one who can save him. Truthfully, I just want these boys to be able to save themselves.

6. Okay, so at least it looks like Top's intentions are good. Unless he is lying to Cheum (about not caring if Mew comes back to him or not, as long as they save him), I guess there's a glimmer of hope for this character.

7. Gosh, Papang is simply everywhere. Does not matter whether it's BL, comedy, thriller, or your garden-variety lakorn. Papang must be the most tired actor in GMMTV for 2023 😂

8. It sure looks like Nick was summoned, not only for his tech skills, but also to become his senior's next boyfie 😅

9. "If licking your a** can get me this job, I will do it". ~ Nick

Oh. My. Gawd. I do think Papang's character will literally take you up on that offer, Nick. 🫣🫣🫣

10. Oh, at last, Title is here. I have been wondering about his role for this series.

11. Ngl. I just want to slap both Mew and Ray. It is pretty obvious how they are forcing themselves to look like they are having fun with each other's company. My head hurts just by looking at these kids.

12. Oh, Nick. Listen to Sand. STOP MOVING IN CIRCLES!!! BOSTON AIN'T WORTH IT. 😑😑😑

13. Ray, make up your damn mind. Either you love Mew or you want Sand. Pick an effing lane. Good for Sand for shutting that sh*t down.

14. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Atom (Title) and Cheum are siblings??? And Atom is interested in Boston? And if Boston take Atom up on his offer? What then??? Wtf will happen?

15. Sand still worrying about Ray despite everything is just depressingly sad.

Still not convinced that leopards (Top) can truly changed their spots. Looks like Sand will not be able to stay away from Ray. And Boston literally screwing Cheum's lil bro will definitely not go well. Gods, now I'm even more depressed after watching this episode lol. 😅

#only friends the series #only friends #ofts #topmew #sandray #bostonnick #forcebook #firstkhao #neomark #force jiratchapong #book kasidet #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #neo trai #mark pakin

[thegayhimbo]

Stranger Things Winter Special Review

Warning: The following review contains MAJOR SPOILERS!!!!

Synopsis: It’s the Winter of 1984, and El is celebrating Christmas with the Byers family and her friends for the first time....

Observations:

As far as one-shot, stand-alone comics go, this was enjoyable. The synopsis I gave speaks for itself: It’s about El celebrating Christmas over at Joyce’s house with her friends and family as they give her a cool present (the cover pretty much spoils what said present is), tell her about their favorite Christmas Specials, and help her get into the Christmas mood. The entire comic is basically a Christmas Special of Stranger Things, and I like that.

Something I found clever about the way the Christmas Specials are drawn in this comic when El’s friends are describing them to her is the way El imagines the stories in her head. Because El’s been isolated for almost all of her life (12 years at Hawkins Lab, and an entire year being cooped up in Hopper’s Cabin), she’s been limited in how many people she’s met. So when she’s imagining the Christmas Specials in her head, she substitutes the people (and creatures) she’s encountered in her life in place of the actual characters from those stories.

For example, when Mike is telling her about the origins of Santa Clause, she imagines Hopper as Santa, Joyce as Mrs. Clause, and her friends as elves:

Likewise, when Lucas tells her the story of How the Grinch Stole Christmas, she imagines the Demogorgon in the role of the Grinch:

Same thing with A Christmas Carol, except it's Dr. Brenner as Mr. Scrooge, and Scott Clarke as Bob Cratchit:

And then, of course, there's A Charlie Brown Christmas, where El imagines Dustin and Dart the demodog in the role of Charlie Brown and Snoopy:

The way this was handled by the writers and artists was brilliant.

I also appreciate how they subtly reference El’s time the previous year as a fugitive in the woods. There’s a scene when the Party finds an injured rabbit outside, and El, remembering how she had to eat a rabbit to survive at the time, decides to take the rabbit back to Joyce’s house to fix its leg:

It’s a little sappy, but it works in the context on the comic.

Other references I appreciated:

The call-back to the dog the Byers family had in season 1. They never clarified what happened to him on the show, but the implication was he passed away. This comic confirms that:

There’s also Hopper’s gift of Hungry Hungry Hippos, which I believe was referenced at one point during the show:

There’s another reference I’m glad they included: Remember in the season 2 finale when Steve and Dustin shove a dead demodog into Joyce’s fridge to preserve it “for scientific purposes?” The show doesn’t ever revisit that moment again, but this comic does:

Basically, it turned into sludge, and Joyce was not happy with Steve and Dustin when she found it in her fridge.

I don’t know if that’s officially canon on the show, but I consider it such because it fills in the plot-hole of having a bunch of dead demodogs all over Hawkins after the gate closed with no residents discovering them by accident. It also explains what happened to the Meat Flayer’s flesh-body after the Russian gate was destroyed in season 3:

That must have been a fun mess for Dr. Owens and his crew to clean up! 🤣 

One last thing: This moment from Steve when he’s driving Dustin, Mike, and Lucas to the Byers house:

Sure, Steve. 😂 

On the whole, this is a fun comic with plenty of neat call-backs, nice character moments, and a cheerful Christmas mood. Check it out if you get the chance! :)

#stranger things #stranger things comics #stranger things winter special #el hopper #jim hopper #joyce byers #steve harrington #jonathan byers #mike wheeler #will byers #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #demodogs #stranger things season 2 #tgh opinions #tgh reviews #demogorgons