#LET ME WATCH THE OCCASIONAL VIDEO IN PEACE

[madame-mongoose]

What. Is this tumblr tv bullshit

[sinnabee]

is ANYBODY else having this problem where every time you try to watch a video in tumblr on the app, it MUTES IT. after .2 seconds so it can hit you with this little pop up saying “check out tumblr tv!” because i am going to mc-freaking lose it if this keeps happening.

still trying to figure out if it’s at all related to the way i won’t even be touching the screen and my dash gets yoinked either forwards or back so far that i have no hope of finding my place again. we are not thriving in these conditions lads (gender neutral)

[feykingfrumpkin]

feeling feral and unhinged. i’ve been unfollowing everybody on insta because there’s no mass off toggle for the stupid broadcast channel, so i get a notification every time someone INVITES ME TO THEIR STUPID CHANNEL STOP TALKING TO ME STOP MESSAGING ME STOP SETTING UP A MASS GROUP CHAT WITH YOUR MILLION FOLLOWERS LIKE WE’RE ALL FRIENDS STOP BYPASSING MY REQUEST TO HAVE ZERO NOTIFICATIONS!!!

[goldfades]

so happy for you and 2.5k like you’re seriously amazing!!

the cele idea: 🍀 with the prompt, "is that my hoodie?" / "no, this is our hoodie!" for emily engstler <3

love you sossoossosoo much!

evangeline's 2.5k celebration !! [open!]

love you so much more nonnie, thank u!!!!!!!!

─ warnings | nothing but sweet, sweet domestic fluff!

you were laying on the couch, scrolling on tiktok waiting for your girlfriend, emily to come home from practice. you were cozy ─ blanket was sprawled out on your lap, the soft glow of the screen illuminating your face in the dimly lit living room. the gentle hum of the air conditioner was the only sound besides the occasional laugh escaping your lips at the funny videos.

suddenly, you heard the front door creak open. emily's familiar footsteps echoed through the hallway. you put your phone down, a smile spreading across your face as you eagerly anticipated her arrival. the soft thud of her gym bag hitting the floor was followed by the rustling of keys being placed on the side table.

"hey, baby," she called out, her voice a mix of exhaustion and excitement. she hadn't been able to spend you all week, she had early morning practices and then she'd come home when you were asleep.

"hey, em," you replied, sitting up a little straighter. "how was practice?"

emily walked into the living room, her cheeks flushed from exertion, hair slightly damp from sweat. she looked at you with a tired but content smile. "it was tough, but good. you know, the usual."

she plopped down next to you on the couch, immediately snuggling into your side. you draped the blanket over her, wrapping your arm around her shoulders. she sighed, the tension in her body melting away as she relaxed against you.

"missed you," she murmured, closing her eyes for a moment.

"missed you too," you replied, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. "wanna watch something? or just relax for a bit?"

"let's just relax," she said, nuzzling closer. "too tired to think right now."

you smiled, stroking her hair gently. the two of you sat in comfortable silence, the bond between you strengthening with each passing moment. the stress of the day faded away as you held each other, content in the warmth and comfort of being together.

"hey," she yawned as she sat up, taking in your appearance. "is that my hoodie?"

she couldn't hide the grin on her face as she saw your initial shocked reaction, until your owns lips curved into a smirk. "no, this our hoodie."

"ooh, right," emily smiled as she playfully tugged at the sleeve. "our hoodie. i guess that makes sense."

emily stretched her arms and settled back into the couch, resting her head on your shoulder. you could feel her warmth seep into you, a comforting presence that made the world feel just right.

"you know," she said after a moment, her voice soft and thoughtful, "i think this hoodie looks better on you anyway."

"well, it's definitely cozier when we share it," you replied, wrapping the blanket tighter around both of you.

emily chuckled, her breath tickling your neck. "agreed. plus, it's like carrying a piece of you with me. makes me feel close to you even when we're apart."

you squeezed her gently, touched by her words. "i feel the same way, Em."

the two of you drifted into a peaceful silence again, the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing lulling you into a serene state. the outside world faded away, leaving only the warmth of her presence and the gentle hum of your shared heartbeat.

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[chukys-mouthguard]

fluffy rare moment of peace w chucky post scf pls?

done dreaming

750 words

genre: fluff

featuring: matthew tkachuk x female reader

request: yes

The sound of the front door closing awoke you from your much needed slumber. Rolling over you checked the time.

4:45am

To be honest you expected him to stay out later, or possibly not even come home. This night being the most amazing night in his life. Your boyfriend was now a Stanley Cup Champion.

Saying that still didn’t seem real. You felt like you needed to pinch yourself every few minutes, the image of him hoisting the cup not leaving your mind. The pure joy he felt, seeing his family embrace him and the love you felt on the ice among them. It was a day you’d never forget.

Throwing back the covers, you pulled on one of Matt’s t-shirts, heading to find him off somewhere in the house. Wondering why he hadn’t come into bed.

As you peeked your head into the living room, you saw Matt sitting on the couch. His back facing you as you heard him watching back different videos, surely from the eventful night he’d had. An occasional chuckle leaving his lips, a smile on yours as you made your way over to him.

Wrapping your arms around his neck as you rested your head on his shoulder, smiling at the photo of him and his dad with the cup that was currently on his phone.

“I’m so proud of you babe.”

His hand rested on your forearm, thumb tracing over your skin as he smiled to himself. A sigh leaving his lips as you could tell he was getting emotional. His breathing getting shaky as he tried holding in his tears.

Quickly moving around the couch to join him, you wrapped him in a hug. Matthew crying into your chest as he threw his arms around you. Your hands entangled in his curls as you held him, not saying anything, giving him the time to finally feel all the emotions. Letting him process how his life had changed in the span of a few hours.

“I’m sorry.”

He chuckled as he pulled away from you, wiping his eyes as he sniffled.

“Don’t be sorry, you’re allowed to be emotional. You just won the Stanley Cup babe. Hell I cried for an hour earlier while you were gone. It’s such an amazing thing, and you worked so hard for this moment! Think back to last year, a broken fucking sternum, and you still went out there and worked your ass off. It all paid off for you baby, and I am so proud of you.”

Your hand caressed his cheek as he smiled at you, tears welling in his eyes again as he hung on your every word. Your compliments his favorite thing on earth, he’d listen to you speak those words to him on a loop all day.

“Well, it took a village to get here. And, you honestly played such a big part in this.”

“Me? No way!”

You brushed your hair behind your ear as his hands rested on the skin of your thighs. His smile making you blush as you shyly looked to the floor.

“Yes you. The sacrifices you make to be with me, it’s not easy. But you’ve never left my side. And I know there’s been times where I could be an asshole. Hard to deal with for sure. And, fuck last season with the broken sternum. You’re the one who got me out of bed, got me moving. Kept me going on the days I didn’t think I had it in me. You do so much for me everyday, this win is yours too babe.”

His hand moved to your cheek as he pulled you in for a kiss. You could feel the love he had for you, through his words and his touch.

“I love you so much Matthew.”

His forehead resting on yours as he kissed your nose.

“I love you too baby.”

The two of you staying on the couch for a little while longer, sifting through the photos and videos to savor the moment even more.

Before you knew it Matthew was sound asleep on your chest, his phone falling out of his hand as his soft snores were the only sound in the room.

Knowing he needed his sleep you’d grabbed the blanket that was draped over the couch. Covering the two of you before you curled up next to him. Drifting off to sleep relieved, as the dream you two had been hoping for, was finally now a reality.

[mirage-aera]

•°. *࿐ Late night calls || JH86

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : ANGEL - Toby Mai

Jack Hughes x Reader

Synopsis: Days when you're apart are always tough. They get lonely without your other half. Nightly calls make those days slightly better. Especially when he falls asleep after a tiring day.

Word count: 822

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Your phone starts ringing. Jack’s contact name shows up on your phone. You answer the call and the familiar sound of the call getting connected chimes. “Hi, baby.” Jack’s tired voice rings out through your phone. You get comfortable in bed before replying. “Hey. You looked great today. How are you feeling?” You ask softly after praising him. He lets out a low chuckle. “It’s a win, so I feel great. You were watching? I thought you said you were going to be busy.” You hum in response. “I was.” You pause, a cheeky grin forming on your face. “But I happened to be watching when you scored.” You can already tell he’s rolling his eyes at your remark. “I’m glad you were watching for a few seconds.” He retorts. You laugh, “come on. I might be busy, but I’ll always be watching you play when I can.” He huffs. Unbeknownst to you, he smiles behind the phone. He’s immensely grateful that you always manage to watch him play, whether that’s on the TV or laptop, or when you show up at the home or away games sporting your devils’ jersey with the number 86 and the name Hughes.

He yawns quietly. “Thank you for watching. Wish you were here though.” He says softly. “Want to switch to video call? I want to see your pretty face.” He adds. You chuckle but press the camera button, requesting to change the call to video. He instantly accepts. His face fills your screen. He shifts in bed before propping his phone up on an extra pillow. He smiles when he sees you wearing his shirt to bed. “Are you tired?” You ask quietly, concern laced in your voice. He blinks a few times, trying to blink the sleep away. “A little. I’m fine though, I’m not falling asleep on you.” You raise an eyebrow. Knowing him, he’ll be doing the exact opposite. “Alright, if you say so. If you’re tired you don’t have to stay on call with me. We can talk some more in the morning.” You offer him. He immediately shakes his head. “I want to talk to you. I miss you.” He says stubbornly. Your heart swells at his last comment. You miss him too, a lot. You’re not apart from each other often. You’re usually by his side whenever he goes away on his roadies. However, this time you had some affairs that you needed to deal with. Hence why you didn’t go with him.

You talk for a while as the night becomes darker by the hour. You can see that he’s starting to fall asleep. “You’re tired. Go to sleep.” You try convincing him. He hums, “in a little bit.” He says stubbornly yet again. A couple of minutes pass while you’re talking about your day. You realize it’s getting quieter and quieter on his side. The occasional hums and shuffling from him turn to pure silence. You look at him through the screen. Only to see his eyes closed, arms tucked into him, and his mouth slightly agape. He’s sleeping. He actually fell asleep on you. Even though he so stubbornly told you he wasn’t going to. He did end up doing the opposite. You don’t hang up on him and you certainly don’t wake him up. He had a long day, so it’s no surprise he fell asleep. It’s oddly peaceful having him sleep on the other side.

You continue scrolling through social media on your phone. Having the video call minimized in the corner of your screen. Eventually, you feel yourself growing more tired. Sometimes you hear the occasional snore coming from him while he sleeps. You close the app and return to the video call. “Good night. I love you.” You mumble quietly, to not wake him up. He lets out a murmur but stays asleep. You cover your mouth to minimize noise as you let out a chuckle. You leave the call and place your phone on the dresser. You close your eyes. Before you know it, you’re asleep yourself.

The next morning you’re greeted by a flurry of texts from him. You smile to yourself and shake your head. You hope this boy never changes. He’s the reason you wake up with a wide smile.

I fell asleep

Sorry baby didn’t mean to

Did you sleep well at least?

I’m going off to morning skate in a bit

Remember to eat well since I know you like to skip it even though it’s not good for you

I’ll call you later

I love you

You put your phone down after replying to him. You get up and start getting ready. You should get started on your day. He’s returning home in a few days. You can’t wait for that day. You have so much to tell him that a phone call won’t do justice, and you’re sure he feels the same way.

[skzoologist]

Hidden flaws

word count: ~2.4k

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, arguments

summary: Nobody is perfect, and emotions help highlight those flaws.

a/n: I know this isn't the best I had written and most probably not what any of you expected, but I wanted to show that Bae has his flaws too, that he isn't all those wonderful things he shows to everyone. I hope you guys will still enjoy reading this drabble nonetheless.

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!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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A heavy sigh left his chest, his shoulders sagging in temporary relief as the hefty bag was gently thrown into the corner. The door let out a soft click as it closed shut behind his exhausted form, something that only hunched over more as he’d noticed how a certain few pairs of shoes were chaotically thrown in the way. He knew which pair belonged to who, of course he did, and that only heightened his frustrations as he had already asked them several times to not do this.

But no matter. He was way too tired to deal with this right now.

The place was fairly quiet, save for some gentle murmurs of far-away conversations and the occasional shouts of Felix and Jeongin, who were most probably playing some kind of video game against each other -if the cursing was anything to go by, that is-.

And so Bae simply stood there for the next few minutes, drinking in the quite rare moment of silence after a particularly hectic day of work, even though every muscle and tendon inside his body screamed for rest, to just lay down and not move for the next 12 hours. He listened to the passing vehicles down below, the gentle tip-tapping of the water droplets as they hit the windows, of the continuous shuffling of fabric from everyone’s rooms down the hallway.

With each familiar sound his shoulders relaxed, that deeply-etched line between his eyebrows becoming faded and less visible.

But of course, peace could never last long in that dorm, in the one the nine of them shared.

As Bae moved towards his room to rest, his arm dragging his bag behind on the floor, his shoulder was pushed away so violently he nearly tripped backwards, were it not for the wall to catch his stumbling form.

“Jesus christ, watch where you’re going. I nearly fell because of you.” - one of the youngest spat out, anger and frustration dripping from each word.

The tired idol could only watch Seungmin’s leaving form, all his attention stolen from the lack of honorifics and the form of someone else passing by as he immediately closed his eyes so tightly it looked painful. His lung filled to the brim with another intake of air, this one much more urgent than the last, trapped inside until his veins screamed for release and comfort.

It was fine.

He was fine.

After hauling his bag into his room, his eyes momentarily got caught on the clean, folded clothes he had asked someone to put away. But before he could even fully process that information he had heard shouting from the way he had just come from, the two participants of the heated argument painfully obvious. It wouldn’t have been hard to guess anyway, with the mood Seungmin had just been in.

Sure enough, it only took Bae a few steps to witness that exact member and Changbin looking ready to tear each others’ heads off, a sight rarer than ever.

While Seungmin had always been one to stay calm and jokingly teasing, it was even rarer to see Changbin so ready to fight another member. The gym enthusiast always had a heart of gold, exercising his frustrations out instead of throwing it at any of them.

Both of them were only growing more heated with each passing second, veins visibly jumping underneath their skin with fiery anger. Changbin’s fists were both clenched to the point Bae was sure the skin would break, while Seungmin was biting his lip to the point of drawing blood between each violent word he’d stabbed the shorter male with.

Naturally, this drew the attention of every else in the dorm, each pair of eyes wide in disbelief at what was happening. The sight caused them to freeze, unable to believe that out of everyone, these two were having an actual argument and not just a playful banter they always had instead.

But Bae had been there before them by a few minutes, having already witnessed it all, and thus he was able to force his body to move, to act, his hands pushing at the arguing duo’s chests firmly. Two pairs of vicious eyes zeroed in on his form, yet only one’s owner spoke up.

“And what the fuck do you think you’re doing?! You can barely stand, for fuck’s sake! You come back late, you don’t know anything that happened, and yet you dare get between us? You always do this, playing the peacemaker in this group, as if you’re some kind of goody-two-shoes. You’re such a faker!”

It was silent after Seungmin’s words, the entire atmosphere turning chilly and dangerous. Changbin immediately backed down as if he was scorched, Bae’s hand now uselessly lifted in the air and staying completely still, until it returned to his side and clenched into a fist. Still, it was unable to fully conceal the swirling emotions residing deep within his chest, everything that had happened that day, that week, now desperately trying to spill to the top and consume him alive, injuring not only him in the process, but others as well.

A droplet of blood slithered down the cracks of his skin while nobody dared to move, the uttered words hanging in the air, letting their owner realise their meaning as they dug deeply into everyone’s skin like a vicious parasite.

“Seungmin-” “No, Chan. It’s okay. He’s right. In his eyes, I am what he just called me as.” “No, Bae-”

It all happened in an instant.

In one moment, Bae was standing between Seungmin and Changbin, Chan just far enough to not be able to prevent what was to come. Because in the next moment, Seungmin laid on the floor, dishevelled and panicked as Bae loomed above him, an unconcealed rage filling his once kind eyes. Bae’s chest burned with each intake, veins on the verge of bursting from the sudden added pressure and he was sure he would be chipping a tooth if he continued clenching his jaw as hard as he had been doing so far.

But he couldn’t stop himself anymore. It was all too much. All reason was thrown out the window after that comment, something that dug deeper than Seungmin would have ever thought it would.

He’d stepped on a lion’s tail, and now he had to face the consequences.

Bae’s chest heaved violently, his heart hidden inside thumping so fast it was a wonder how it had remained in its rightful place. That vicious, disgustingly familiar feeling gripped at his throat, nearly choking him to death if he didn’t let it out.

In a blink his arm moved to grip the younger’s hoodie better, shouting breaking out around him. The boy in his grip, locked underneath him, looked like a deer caught in headlights, his entire being shaken down to its core.

Bae hated that look. Hated whenever someone looked at him that way, those wide, fearful eyes haunting him in his nightmares relentlessly. He hated how Seungmin visibly shrank in on himself when one of his hands moved, a breath caught in his throat from the sheer fear, even though it wasn’t a movement fueled by violence. Bae hated how those eyes glistened, hated how that revolting feeling inside him writhed in delight at the sight, but out of everything, he hated the most how Seungmin thought he would actually hurt him.

He hated how even that wasn’t enough to cool himself off, the need to move around and destroy still resided inside besides that deep hurt, begging to take control.

So, with a silent exhale, he stood up and wordlessly went to the door, not answering anyone’s questions as only a silent click could be heard behind him.

He’d heard Chan explaining to the others what had happened as he was leaving, the older aussie being the person who had helped Bae keep his anger issues in check easier. Because as calm and collected as he could look, Bae was only a human with countless flaws. And this one, this one had to be his least favourite. He’d gotten better at controlling it over the years of being an idol, but he couldn’t get rid of it. At one point, this bubbling anger would always break onto the surface, burning everyone around him.

And he never failed to dread that moment.

That was how he always found himself in the gym, the punching bag taking all his frustrations and anger away slowly with each punch, his head feeling calmer and emptier. It was how he had gotten into regularly exercising, actually, the act being his much needed anchor.

Because even after all those words, all the days’ frustrations as he filmed countless scenes and practised certain moves over and over again, he would rather die than hurt one of the members, people who had become his family.

“Hey.”

Changbin’s soft voice was a sudden change, something that Bae wasn’t expecting and so his next punch missed, the bag hitting his body instead and causing him to nearly fall to the ground.

“Hey, hey, I gotcha. Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you like that.” - the younger male said, helping Bae gather his balance once more. “No, it’s okay.”

It was a bit awkward after that, none of them uttering a single word, merely shuffling in place or fixing their clothes. Bae of course knew why his dongsaeng was there, it couldn’t have been more obvious. Changbin’s eyes looked everywhere but at him, no matter how hard Bae had tried.

A heavy sigh left the younger’s lips, eyes finally meeting Bae’s with a heavy gaze, yet no words accompanied them.

A droplet of sweat glided down the taller’s skin as he closed his eyes, a silent sigh leaving his form.

“It’s okay. I heard Chan hyung explaining things after I left, and the younger ones had to know about it sooner or later.” - Bae said, his voice softer than he had hoped for. “But-” “No buts, Bin, it’s okay. And it wasn’t your fault either. I just… didn’t have the best day. I apologise, truly.” “You aren’t completely right, Hyung. Comeback season is on our necks and this time around, you have the most work put onto your shoulders. Every day you come back past midnight, looking like a zombie, and yet you keep doing chores around the dorm as well. You shouldn’t need to come back to such a scene on top of that, where two of us are fighting, especially when I know how you can be.”

Bae could merely blink down at his younger friend, not having expected that at all.

“Oh come on, say something, don’t just blink at me with those pretty eyes of yours!”

A faint red dusted Bae’s ears at those words, smacking Changbin’s shoulder in return.

“But what was that about anyway?” “You mean the argument? Oh, well… We just haven't really seen eye-to-eye with each others’ performances lately. I… I kept criticising every line he sang, and in return, he kept doing the same with my rap. It all bursted out when I mentioned how he should redo a few lines tomorrow.”

Bae didn’t need to say anything, he could see how Changbin had already reflected over his actions. Regret was clearly written on his face, a slight frown always sitting on his pouty lips. And those deep, dark eyes of his told entire tales of the same thing, and thus, Bae just stood beside him silently.

“Don’t look at me like that, Hyung! I know I fucked up, okay? I shouldn’t be this harsh on him, but I just. I just want him to do his very best, y’know? Because I know he can. He’s our main vocalist, and this track suits him so well.” - Changbin’s voice turned so tender near the end that it almost broke Bae’s heart, because he understood it all.

He also wanted the others to do their very best, to encourage them and help them become that new, best version of themselves. Everyone wanted that from the other, and sometimes that want turned into something hurtful, as regretful as it was.

“Anyway, come on, let’s go so we can both apologise to him, yeah? I would hate for him to go to sleep like this, to actually believe the stupid things I accidentally threw at him.”

With Bae’s silent nod the two were off, the short journey back to their dorms passing in silence. Both males were stressing over their apologies, which words to say that would earn them forgiveness. But deep down Bae feared that he wouldn’t ever be forgiven, his actions harsh and unlike him when his anger took the reins. He knew that all too well. After all, that was the reason why he always went to hide away at the gym at such times.

His stomach churned and rolled around with each step, and much too soon, they were at the door already. Neither of them reached for the handle, as they just stood there, hesitant.

Much too suddenly the door swung open, the person they had least expected standing on the other side, having expected them.

“Come in.” - he said, the two obediently following him into the living room.

It was clear Seungmin had been crying, the skin underneath his eyes scrubbed red and raw. Bae’s heart clenched at the sight, that deep-rooted self hatred only burying itself deeper into his chest. There was a lump growing inside his throat, and he knew that if he were to just stand there, he would be unable to say anything later.

“I’m sorry, Seungmin.” - he whispered out, his voice nearly breaking from hidden emotion.

He turned away to leave, that familiar burning appearing behind his eyes, but something held him back. A quick glance told him that it was Seungmin himself, his small hand peeking out from his sweater paws. A habit he only practised when he was feeling upset.

“No, Hyung, stay. Please.” - the boy whispered out, tugging at his sleeve once more with such desperation that Bae couldn’t deny, even as a stray tear rolled down his skin.

And so the three stayed in the living room over warm cups of tea and ramyeon, talking everything out. Although the damage had been done, scars could heal if looked after properly; and none of them were planning to leave.

[nymph-ette111]

pls write Simon henriksson headcanons I’m gnawing at the walls of my enclosure 👩‍🦲

WARNINGS; SUBSTANCE ABUSE (SMOKING/DRUGS) MENTIONS OF MENTAL ILLNESS (DEPRESSION/ANXIETY) MENTIONS OF INTERNALIZED MISOGYNY, UNHEALTHY COPING MECHANISMS (SELF-HARM)

AUTHOR'S NOTE; FIRST CRY OF FEAR REQUEST LET'S FUCKING GOOOO !1!1!1!1!1!!1!! kind of short, still new to the fandom so my headcanons of the characters might change overtime.

-it was confirmed that Simon is a fan of heavy metal and DSBM :3 personally I am not an avid listener of this genre, I think it's pretty cool. I'd like to headcanon specific bands that I think are suiting for Simon but I barely know anything so I don't really have a say on this.

-probably has some sort of internalized misogyny. he grew up all alone, his mother being quite overprotective didn't help with that at all and seeing no mentions of his father in the game makes me think his parents were divorced quite early in Simon's life. being exposed to such settings at a young age might have messed with his perception of love and healthy romantic relationships. despite that, he doesn't care much about gender norms now that he's older. left that mindset long ago.

-picked up on his coping mechanisms in his early teens. he was a bit scared at first of trying something like self-harm, it took him him a lot of time and internal conflict but then decided to just fuck it, he had nothing to lose. felt guilty at first, dropped it for a bit and then picked up on it again. he knows it isn't a healthy way to deal and cope with his negative thoughts but he couldn't care less at that point.

-isn't unfamiliar with drugs but not that crazy about it. not as much as cigarettes, although he does it occasionally, he could still smoke like a pack in one sitting if the situation really called for it. usually just sticks to 2-3 cigs, thinks it's a good enough amount.

^ can you tell I have no idea what I'm talking about.

-you'll never get that crusty ass grey hoodie of his off of him. it's like a cartoon where the character's never change outfit throughout the entire show. besides the fact that it's a literal video game, even in his daily life he almost never switches things up. not necessarily dirty, just worn out and stained with stuff that doesn't want to come off no matter how many times he washes it.

-has a mini fridge full of energy drinks in his room. and by full I mean like two cans because the rest have been consumed and thrown somewhere onto the ground.

-cannot save money for the life of him. as soon as he gets his hands on some cash, it's immediately spent on either a pack of cigarettes or some useless shit. he doesn't even remember what he spends it on, it's just gone.

-hadn't picked up his camera in quite a while, he's slowly loosing grip on his interests. not necessarily because he is starting to dislike them, just doesn't have the motivation.

-but it's usually full of recordings of him on the train, lonely streets of Stockholm or some stray cat that has grown a liking to Simon for some odd reason.

-one time Sophie took his camera without telling him and recorded a small video of herself, just doing something simple like a peace sign or showing off a little doodle she drew in her notebook. despite trying his best to move on, he watches that video from time to time.

[mazeofyeni]

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Walking down the streets of Milan, Italy with the rest of the group , maya holds the tiny camera up turning it on.

" walk on this side of the street there's a car ." chan moved her to the side. "today we're in milan ." she said. "we're going ...." turned to chan. "oppa tell them where we're going." she put the camera in his face. "somewhere." she deadpanned at him , he smiled at the girl. "ah, so annoying."

"who's going in what car ?" seungmin called out. "you're in this one." chan pointed to the car he was in. "let's go stay."

she got in the back seat with felix and chan , turning her camera off now that they were in a car with a camera set up.

"maya ." chan handed her a mic to hook up to her shirt. "thank you." she took the small device , hooking it on her shirt like so.

she munched on a sandwich as they took off down the roads of milan. "it's good." she gave the camera a thumbs up. "every single time i'm forced to sit in the middle." changbin then spoke up. "shortest goes in the middle."

"you can confidently say that knowing we're the same height." felix laughed next to her. "yah , youngest , youngest sits in the middle." the elder said clearly a bit flustered from the girl.

she sat quietly , listening to them talk back and forth , changbin telling random stories and occasionally shouting to the top of his lungs , she glared at chan through the mirror as she covered her sensitive ears. "you picked me for this personally i feel." he laughed. "have i wronged you in any way oppa?" she said. "ah cute." he just smiled at the girl.

chan put down the roof before driving off , her hair going all over the place. "yah , maya." han laughed as her hair wrapped around her face , they all laughed. "maya? you okay?" chan asked , she smiled. "yeah." she gave him a thumbs up. "i'm okay." felix helped her move her hair from her face , smoothing it to the wrapping a hair that he kept in his wrist around the loose ponytail. "there you go." he swept the fly-aways from her face.

they finally arrived at the dessert place. "if someone asks what we do , just say we're a rock band." han said. "like paramore?" she said humming their song from the band. "just say we're youtubers." jisung said.

they got out of the car , walking into the loud restaurant , her stomach growling at the sight of the desserts , making changbin turn to her , she smiled her face turning red in embarrassment. "i guess that sandwich did nothing." he said she nodded.

"that one." she pointed to the chocolate mousse. "can I have that?" she spoke to the cashier. "and a chocolate creme puff?" she smiled. "thank you so much."

"maya." felix handed her a latte. "your teeth are gonna rot from all this sugar." she took the drink. "yongbok." she said. "your nagging again."

they continued on their way down the streets , the convertible back down as she sipped on her latte , sitting back watching the scenery. "you look at peace." felix said , she nodded. "it would be a perfect picture time if i wasn't scared to move to get my phone."

they finally reached their destination a pretty villa , she pulled out the small camera again. "look at this." she turned the camera. "it's like a movie oh my god." she gasped. "it's so pretty."

she filmed random places as they toured the house. "I'm gonna make a lot of money and move back here in my old age." she said. "it's gonna take a while." lino said. "I'm not worried as long as 3racha keeps making music i will always have employment." she shrugged.

"you make music too." chan said. "yeah , but you three could also buy it for me." the trio turned back to her. "you three are the richest if we do the math." she said. "if you three put your life savings together im almost certain it should be enough to buy me that house." han scoffed , the older two turning away. "you thought really deeply about that didn't you?" she nodded. "that's good , you should always have an imagination."

after finishing the tour of the villa they made their way out to find food. "there is a car coming." hyunjin pulled her out of the way. "don't walk on the side , walk in the front." he maneuvered her through the streets. "i've must've gone back to kindergarten or something." he pinched her cheek. "yah!"

they found a nice pizza spot , but half of them stayed outside , while the other went to order the pizza; she set up her camera to take a few photos. "ah , pretty." she smiled looking at the outcome. "i'll keep a few." she said to herself.

they had some time to spare before the pizzas were ready so they walked down further until they found a gelato place.

she got her gelato , sitting down on the bench eating it. "let me try." hyunjin took a bit from hers. "here." he gave her some of his. "i do not like that." she said scrunching her face up. "it's grape." he said. "i don't like it." she said taking a bite of hers.

she finished her treat on the way back to pick up the pizza , but it would take a little longer , so she just walked back to the villa. "I'm alone right now." she said. "fortunately I'm not lost." she laughed. "it would be scary if I was." she said. "they probably wouldn't even look for me— no chan would , but do I really want to hear the nagging that comes with that." she shook her head. "absolutely not!"

she walked back into the villa , sitting down at the table. "what took you so long?" lino asked. "i waited a while , but it got too hot so i came back alone." she said.

everyone came back eventually and they all sat around to eat pizza. "here." chan handed her a kebab since she really didn't eat pizza. "thank you." she smiled , unraveling the food taking a bite. "good?" she nodded giving a thumbs up. "good."

the conversation of their new dorm arrangements came up. "maya you're moving in with hyunjin and changbin?" she nodded. "not sure when i drew the short straw , but yes i am." she said, both of them turning to her. "yah what does that mean!" they laughed at the loud man. "well no i take that back , hyunjin wakes up before me so that's good and oppa can cook so." she said. "that's all it takes to raise a maya." changbin said. "I need someone to wake me up and cook me food , if I was capable of doing those I could live alone."

"well that and you're paranoid about everything else." seungmin said. "well yeah , so no actually I couldn't live alone."

"does anyone have a fan they remember." changbin said once the topic of fans was brought up. "ah!" she said. "there was a fan from debut days when I was really struggling and she gave me a heat pack and told me everything would be okay , and in that moment everything felt like it had magically switched." she explained. " like she took all the stress away." she nodded. "exactly like that."

they spent the next hour or so just talking to each other , laughing and reminiscing about the last 7 years as a group. "I'm sure it's the same for everyone, but with skz continuing as nine members I didn't hesitate at all."

they all agreed, "how else would we be able to work?" she said. "we can't function without each other." they nodded. "i don't see myself making music if it's not with stray kids , I couldn't do it." she said.

"it would be too hard."

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[wonderingpanda]

Hello!! Could you please either write a scenario or Headcanon for either rottmnt or bayverse x reader for pining turtles (turtles with a crush on reader) and how they try to “romance” them? Who’s more upfront who isn’t it? What kind of gestures they do? Please and thank you

Rise Turtles Pining for Reader

Originally I was going to do both Bayverse and Rottmnt but I wrote this pretty late and couldn’t come up with many ideas for Bayverse. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Raphael

I feel like Raph is the kind of person to act casual around his crush and then freak out later

He’ll get excited around you and try to show you extra care

He’s also going to be very worried for your safety

If you had plans to go over to the lair and end up being 10 minutes late he’s already picturing the worst

Raph does try show off his muscle and strength sometimes

Particularly if you watch him train it’s a huge confidence boost

But his favourite moments are when you get to watch him win against one of his brothers while sparring

Oh come on you totally cheated. Sorry Leo rules are rules. That was awesome Raph! O-oh Y/N! Thanks.

He is a gentle giant so you can expect him to be extra attentive to your every need

And of course he’s giving out the best hugs of all time

While he may be pretty chill about his feelings, if you flirt with him it will leave him a flustered mess

I’m talking, he may be unable to form coherent sentences for several hours

At the end of the day, he just really wants you to like him and will always be there for you no matter what

Leonardo

Oh boy, here we go

The second Leo realised he liked you there was no more peace

You won’t get a single moment alone because this boy will just be everywhere

He’ll try every pick-up line he can think of and will find any excuse to flirt with you

The guy has no shame because he makes it look like a joke

Spoiler alert, it’s not

Have I ever told you I think you’re beautiful No, why? Cause you’re beautiful. Aww thanks Leo. *kisses on the cheek* *Dies inside*

While Leo might act confident on the outside if you try to flirt back with him his heart will instantly melt

But he’d never show it of course, he’s too cool for that

He is also a complete drama queen so he may occasionally dramatise things when talking about you with his brothers

And yes, he will talk about you frequently because how else is he meant to go over your every interaction from that day

He’s also an easily jealous person so if he sees any of your human friends as competition, hide them

Hide them fast

Another important thing to note is that he loves to show off

He’s got fighting moves, skateboard tricks, video game scores, comic collections and more

He loves you, wants you and will let you know loud and clear that he’s in love

But he’s only “kidding”

Donatello

Donnie is far more reserved in comparison to Leo

He also has a very complicated idea of what he wants

He wants you to know he likes you without you knowing he wants you to know he likes you

That being said, there are a lot of different ways to tell if Donnie is pining for you

He’ll feel more comfortable with you in his lab vs others

Lots of gifts and is always free for whatever favour you need

You can expect to be given more privileges around his tech

But that’s also because he wants to impress you with it

He might also make small comments to hint he likes you

What were you thinking!? Ah but you see my sweet beautiful Y/N, he wasn’t thinking. Don, quit flirting with your girlfriend and come save me! Not my girlfriend!…*whispers* yet.

He’s the kind of person who will admire from afar and won’t try to get super close physically

Although if he’s really excited then he may give you a hug or two

He will also pretend to hate any romantic aspects of holidays to hide how much he’d love to experience them with you

Valentines, mistletoe, New Years kiss, he acts like he can’t stand them

And you can bet that after every moment you two have he’ll be in his lab celebrating like there’s no tomorrow

Because a dancing Donnie is a happy Donnie

Michelangelo

Mikey just goes with the flow

Wait he likes you! Oh well, time to show tons of love and affection

It’s hard to tell if he likes you or not because he acts the same way around everyone else

Lots of physical affection, big hugs, warm smiles, hand holding

One unique thing you might be able to nitpick at though is his kisses

That’s right, Mikey will constantly be kissing your forehead or cheek if he gets the chance

You’re also one of his biggest inspirations

The amount of times this turtle will tell you to hold your pose so he can sketch it

He wants you to understand that to him you’re beautiful and inspiring

Compliments are another big thing for Mikey

He won’t stop telling you how pretty, smart and cute he thinks you are

Hey Y/N do you mind standing right there for a second? Uh sure, another drawing? Yup! Sorry you’re just so pretty I can’t stop drawing you. Awwww Mikey! That’s really sweet.

He is definitely more upfront about his feelings and is just waiting for the day he can open up and say he loves you

I hope this was similar to what you wanted. Have an amazing day/night wherever it is you are!✨

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Anon wrote: Hi INFJ here. I have self-worth issues probably due to being small and petite. I'm shorter than most of my family members and many people on the street. This makes me feel insecure and unable to defend and protect myself or loved ones and look efficient and trustable. One reason is that I think it can make me an easier target to take advantage of, insult, boss, dominate, threaten, harm, punch, fight, not take seriously or disrespect.

I generally try to be peaceful and nice or at least neutral to people. But occasionally I face people or situations where I may be disrespected, insulted or provoked in some way. Or situation where I have to choose to stand my ground or be a pushover.

The problem is that I am not confident in my abilities to handle these kinds of situations correctly, and usually engage in avoidant strategies and then later ruminating and self-blaming.

In awkward situations like rude drivers or road rage, rude clerks or office workers, mean coworkers or etc, I try to convince myself that avoiding confrontation is the best and the safest. Cause I never know what these people could do. Also, having a confrontation or standing my ground may cause a terrible emotional reaction in me, which can stay in my mind as a traumatic memory forever, and it may also change people's impression of me which I may regret. Or the person may find me an easy target due to my small built and may start attacking and beating me.

I wish I were taller, stronger and more charismatic, so people wouldn't dare doing any of those things to me. I also wish I could be better at confrontation, awkward feelings, handling interpersonal issues, insults or mean people correctly.

My mind is often occupied with these kinds of thoughts and regrets. Seeing other people being used or disrespected, hearing their stories, or watching movie characters being bullied, abused, beaten or not being able to stand their ground triggers or aggravates these thinking patterns and makes me more anxious.

Even my family members want me to be more confrontational and assertive or even a bit aggressive.

So, I think my interpersonal skills are not enough for adult life. Here's why :

1_ I'm small-built and also shy and introvert, which probably makes people think of as an easier and weaker target. And I wouldn't be able to defend myself against a taller and stronger person.

2_ I'm afraid of my awkward emotional reaction towards people yelling at me or insulting me. But avoiding confrontations and not standing my ground can also make me blame myself.

3_ I tend to care about fairness, and lack of it within the society can make me furious. But society and people are not always fair.

4_ I care about what other people might think or say behind my back, and its impact on my reputation or future. So by people-pleasing or at least not bothering people, even if it means not defending or asserting myself, I try to stay under the radar.

5_ And I don't really know when I should just let it go and de-escalate or keep quiet, avoid, stand my ground, fight back, insult back, etc.

I have read books, watched youtube videos, but I still haven't been able to fix this problem or change myself. I sometimes think it means I might have mild autism and these deficits can never be fixed. Other times I relate it to high Fe and low Se (due to being an INFJ).

I really need your help. Where and how should I start?

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Do you know the story of The Ugly Duckling? I interpret the story as being about perception, specifically, how easy it is for perception to be wrong, as well as how quickly a minor flaw in perception can escalate into a majorly faulty belief system. It sounds like your perception has been distorted and now you hold faulty beliefs that need to be corrected. Since you lack self-confidence, you tend to catastrophize - your mind always jumps to the worst possibilities.

You say self-worth issues are "due to" being petite. This is a faulty belief. If being petite causes low self-worth, one would expect every petite person to have low self-worth. Is that the case? Not at all. A lot of people are below average height and live fine. In fact, you'd be surprised at how many well-known people are/were actually quite small in stature, just off the top of my head: Gandhi, Prince, Danny Devito, Sabrina Carpenter, Peter Dinklage, Judy Garland.

If being petite is not the actual cause of low self-worth, then what is? "Worth" relates to the method you use to make value judgments, so if you are always coming to unreasonably negative judgments about yourself, there is a problem with your value system. Do you believe that a below average sized person has less value than an average or above average sized person? You must believe it, otherwise, you wouldn't think that you are worth less than others, and you would not wish to be bigger and taller in order to be worth more.

Perhaps you don't personally believe that petite people have no value, so you claim that it is "society" which believes they have no value, and you are a victim of society. Is that true, though? Or is this another faulty belief? You said smaller people get bullied because they are easier targets, so, it's not because they are worthless - that's an important difference. Bullies chose you because they couldn't handle someone their own size or bigger. Therefore, the bullying did not have any relation to your self-worth; what it actually reflected was the bully's cowardice.

Why is it that many petite people don't get bullied? Some of it is down to luck; perhaps you've been unlucky in meeting lots of jerks throughout life. But some of it is down to your attitude. The impression that you leave on people plays a big role in how they approach you. For example, when you look down upon yourself, you teach others that it's okay to look down upon you too.

If you are always anxious and cowering in fear, treating every person as a potential threat, what does that communicate to people? Unfortunately, it communicates that you are an easy target. If you are always expecting to get dominated and bullied, you're more likely to attract bullies to your doorstep. Physical size isn't actually as important a factor as how you present yourself to people. When INFJs haven't developed Fe properly, they don't have a realistic view of how they come across to others.

Don't get me wrong, this isn't about blaming the victim. The people who bullied you were wrong. You don't deserve mistreatment. The problem is that bullying is a form of trauma, and trauma distorts the mind. It makes you hypersensitive to social threats, even seeing threats where there are none. And it also makes you hypersensitive to the things that you were bullied about, in this case, your physical size.

The other day, I had to hire someone to do household repairs. On the day of the repair, this tall dude arrives and could barely fit through the door. As he was walking down some stairs, he bumped his head on a lower part of the ceiling that he didn't notice because he was carrying a lot of tools. I felt so bad for him and I tried to monitor his head safety thereafter. Unfortunately, he's had lots of experience hitting his head on various things.

With your past experience, all you can see is how being petite is a "deficiency". As such, envy blinds you to the possibility that being larger can be a curse and being petite can actually be a gift. This repair guy was often admired for his stature, but he actually viewed his tallness as a "deficiency" all his life. From his perspective, smaller people have a great life because they don't always feel like they're in the way and can easily fit comfortably into any space.

Everyone has sore spots. Sore spots are things you feel insecure or hypersensitive about because of a perceived (psychological or physical) deficit. However, what you haven't understood is that what gets classified as a "deficit" is often a mere matter of perspective. The lesson of The Ugly Duckling story is that his perception of himself was wrong because he had been misled to believe that he was abnormal and deficient by others. This story teaches you that what one person experiences as a "deficiency", another person might experience as an "advantage".

Thus, the key to overcoming your hypersensitivity is to learn how to change your perspective, aka cognitive restructuring, which is something Ni+Fe can easily do. If you can't do it, then it indicates there's something awry with your function development (unhealthy Ni tunnel vision + Fe overindulgence). Your perspective seems very small and very rigid, so it's time to expand and adjust it.

Sure, people can be mean, and society can lead people to value the wrong things, and that's what you focus all your attention on. However, most people aren't mean, and society can't touch your personal values within. You always have a choice as to i) how you respond to mean people, if at all, and ii) whether you adopt the twisted values that society tries to inculcate in you. An important aspect of growing up into a full-fledged adult is learning how to think for yourself, which includes being able to challenge and change faulty beliefs/values and adjust your perspective as necessary to get closer to the truth.

Being bullied often keeps people trapped like a child, feeling helpless and powerless. "Power" doesn't come primarily from physical size, rather, it comes from the mental belief in yourself. Instead of getting lost in victim mentality, acknowledge that there are things within your power to change that would improve your situation. You said yourself that you lack interpersonal skills. Well, I have good news for you: skills can be improved through step-by-step learning, study, and practice. Start with whatever seems most pressing for you, perhaps enlist the help of a therapist. For example, I have discussed most of the following before in relation to developing healthy Fe in INFJs:

emotional intelligence: you could learn how to handle your feelings and emotions better, in order to communicate about them in a more reasonable and matter-of-fact way

optimism: you could learn to approach people in an empathetic and encouraging way, with positive expectations, in order to influence them to be positive to you in return

assertiveness: you could adjust your values to believe that you are equal to everyone else and that your existence is just as legitimate as anyone else's, which would help you stand up and advocate for your needs better

self-confidence: you could improve your communication and conflict resolution skills, which would help you feel more confident and exercise better judgment during social interactions

self-defense: although the majority of people aren't physically violent unless extremely provoked, it might help you feel more physically powerful and better prepared for confrontation by learning self-defense or martial arts

social support network: you could expand your network of friends and supporters so that you feel less alone and have people to rely on in times of stress or danger

self-work: you could use other successful petite people as inspirational role models; observe how they succeed in commanding respect and admiration and learn some lessons about how to show people the best of yourself, rather than only focusing on what you hate about yourself

It is a fact that you are petite, and facts should be met with acceptance. Trying to deny the facts will only get you lost in wishful thinking (unhealthy Ni), as well as the toxic shame of an inferiority complex (unhealthy Fe). Once you're able to accept the facts, then your mind can move forward into adopting adaptation strategies. No matter what your sore spots are, it is important to understand that they are not a curse and they are not meant to ruin your life. Confronting your sore spots and learning to live with them successfully is precisely how you grow as a person. However, you won't be able to benefit from your sore spots as long as you keep trying to reject them and wish them away. They are an important part of you. Improving self-worth means learning to accept and love yourself, which means ALL of yourself.

[hellfireclubmember]

Deal

warning(s): cursing

genre: fluff, frenemies, just fun

pairing(s): steve harrington x reader

summary: reader and steve make a bet at work and robin can't keep a secret to save her life.

*this gif has nothing to do w the story, he just looks so good*

“Where’s Robin, asshat?” You asked, putting your bag under the wooden counter at Family Video. It was 6 o’clock and the sun had officially set about 20 minutes before you walked in. Closing shift was your favorite, even if you did have to stay until midnight.

Steve scoffed. “Aren’t you just a ray of sunshine?” He watched as you walked around the counter and to the cart of returned tapes. There was a pause as he admired you. You were wearing blue flared jeans and a flimsy band t-shirt under your green vest. And although it was a simple ensemble, Steve thought that no one had ever worn anything prettier. “She wasn’t feeling well, asked me to cover her shift.”

You let out a deep sigh. It wasn’t that you hated your shifts with Steve, he was just mildly annoying. He never lets you do your job in peace. Always making irritating comments, rearranging everything you organized and claiming it looked better the way he did it. It made you want to wring his neck. In a friendly way.

You started grabbing the tapes, taking note of the ones you would take with you at the end of your shift. “Great, hope she chokes on her vomit.” You grumbled without looking back up at him.

Steve shook his head, trying his best to silently laugh. He had made it his mission to not let you know you’re funny. He failed most of the time.

“You messed up the candy display, by the way.” Steve watched you lift your head to look at him. He couldn’t fight the smirk that found its way onto his lips. No one looked as pretty as you all angry. “Don’t worry, I fixed it. You’re very welcome.”

The glare you fixed him with was intense. You knew it was going to be a long shift.

-

After hours of bickering and occasionally shoving each other out of the way, it was finally time to clock out and close up.

“This t-shirt is cute and everything but you should wear some sort of sweater tomorrow.” He placed his time-card back on the stand with the rest. “It’s gonna be cold in the morning.”

You rolled your eyes. “And you’re basing this on what exactly?”

“Robert from channel 4.”

“Are you kidding?” You snorted and turned around to look at him. He was a lot closer than you were expecting. In such close proximity you could smell his cologne. You had never thought about how good Steve smelled. Or how nice his skin was. Obviously, you knew the man was attractive. Steve was rather pretty. So much so that being that close to him was making your face warm.

 You cleared your throat and took a step back. “Robert from channel 4 has been wrong 9 out of 10 times.” You both walked out of Family Video, Steve locked the door behind you. “Its literally about 75 degrees (Fahrenheit) right now, how cold can it get in a few hours?”

“I bet that when we clock in tomorrow, it’ll be freezing.” He said, following you to the parking lot. “I believe in Rob.”

“Well, someone has to.” You reached for the car handle of your Volkswagen. The night was a little brisk but there was no way the temperature would drop so drastically. “But I’ll take that bet, jerk face.”

Steve chuckled. You were too stubborn for your own good. A characteristic he usually found intolerable. Case in point, Dustin Henderson. However, for some reason, he found it kind of charming on you. As infuriating as you were, he liked all your annoying quirks. And there were many.

“Alright, short stack. But don’t come running to me when you’re shivering in your shirt.”

“I’m betting five dollars that I will be able to easily wear a short sleeve.” You challenged. It was your favorite thing to do. Every time you were given the opportunity to wager against Steve, you took it. The look on his handsome face whenever he lost was very rewarding.

“Deal.”

-

You sat on the stool in the video store and wished you had the ability to smite Steve Harrington.

“You’re looking a little cold.” Steve’s arrogant face came into your line of sight. You were, in fact, a little cold, but there was no way in hell you were going to admit defeat to the smug son of a bitch.  You would sooner die of hypothermia.

“I’ve never been warmer actually.” You brought your hands out from under your thighs. An action you immediately regretted. Not only because it was the only thing keeping your hands warm, but because you could not stop them from shaking. The frown on your face was evidence of the hatred you harbored for the dumb, pretty boy trying to bait you.

“Yeah, you look it.” He walked away. In that very moment your stubbornness wasn’t charming, it was concerning. You were visibly shivering. Your lips were almost blue. As much as he enjoyed being right, he hated how miserable you looked.

“Hello my imprisoned friends.” Robin burst through the door of Family Video. She liked to visit the store when she had the day off, she would pretend to be a customer and then never rent a thing. Taking immense pleasure in finally being on the other end of the annoying customer interaction.

She walked up to the counter where you sat shivering.

“Hello, traitor. I thought you were deathly ill.” You glowered at the clearly healthy girl.

“I’m better now.” She mumbled, avoiding eye contact. It was clear she was lying. Robin was never very good at it. She would get really quiet, something that for her was very out of character.

“Liar. Why would you call out sick? You questioned. “Do you hate me that much?”

She sighed. “I don’t hate you. (y/n).” Robin began to look around the fluorescent lit store, making sure that Steve was not in ear shot. “Okay, you wanna know the truth?”

“Yes, the lie sucks.”

“Steve begged me to call in sick. Even bribed me.” She whispered, still very cautious about who was around. If Steve heard her confess that to you, she would have to become very familiar with the sidewalk again. He would never give her a ride anywhere again. “He wanted to spend more time with you.”

“This lie sucks even more.” You rolled your eyes at her. There was no reality where that was the actual reason for her bailing. Steve hated you, why would he want to spend more time than was required?

“I’m being serious, moron. You are quite literally the only one that can’t see how much dingus like you.” Robin was fed up with you both. All the bickering and teasing, it was sickening how obvious you both were. She didn’t think anyone could be emotionally dumber than Steve, yet there you were. Completely oblivious to your own feelings.

There was confusion painted thick on your face. Did Steve like you? How could Steve Harrington like you? It sounded like a prank. Like those dumb jokes the asshole kids at school made. Before you could continue to think about it you felt something fall on your head. Something soft.

“I admit defeat, you win. Just please put on my jacket, you’re about to freeze solid.” Steve grabbed your hands and tried to warm them with his own. A soft smile on his perfect pink lips. “And as annoying as you are, I would hate that.”

You were frozen on the spot, even after he walked away. His jacket still balanced on your head. You could feel your heart beating erratically in your chest. When you looked back at Robin, the look on her face alone said ‘I told you so’. Steve and her really were best friends, they had both mastered that exact look.  

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♰ favorite activity ༻ ASH WILLIAMS.*ೃ˚

✮ꜜ masterlist. ✮ꜜ buy me a ko-fi!

content warning Ash is a tease ⋆ smut ⋆ piv ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ Ash has both hands ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

pairing Modern AU! AoD!Ash x reader.

summary Ash isn't much of a Tiktok guy, but he loves laying or sitting with you while you doom scroll. count on Ash always finding a way to end up between your thighs. wordcount 0,9k.

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

the afternoon was peaceful, Ash was sprawled out on your couch, your back draped across his lap as he watched tv and you scrolled through tiktok. his hand massaged your stomach and waist as you endlessly scrolled, warm fingers dragging beneath your shirt.

his eyes snapped down as you let out a bizarre sound while bursting out in laughter. " oh god, what'd you see this time? " he huffs with a smile, watching you curl up in his lap to press your face against his stomach. his smile widening as you absolutely lose it against him.

he doesn't even know what you're laughing about, but your laugh is infectious. " give that here, i want in on the fun, " he grabs your phone from your hand with his free hand, keeping the one tightly around your waist.

he turns the phone around, watching the video that was playing on loop. he blinks at the video, but within a second he starts laughing as well.

the both of you laugh, your now empty hand resting against his chest as you turn on your back again to face him. you take deep breaths, trying to cool down a little. " alright, hand it over again, mister. " you laugh breathlessly, trying to take your phone back. but Ash holds it out of reach, looking down at you with that stupid cheesy grin.

he shakes his head, only holding it higher. you huff, sitting up as you move to straddle him, one hand on his shoulder as you try to grab your phone. he immediately wraps his free arm around your waist, pulling you tightly against him as he taunts you.

" knock it off, Ash! " you groan, leaning back as you're fully seated in his lap. Ash teasingly presses his hips up into yours, watching as your brows twitch a little. you cross your arms, pouting. " c'mon, i was busy watching things, "

Ash grins, pressing a short kiss to your lips. " let's watch whatever you were watching together, " he offers instead, a hopeful glint in those big brown eyes of his as he looks up at you through his thick lashes.

you drop your pout, happy to doom scroll through the platform together. " fine, how do you want to sit? then we can both see the screen better, "

Ash's arm tightens around your waist as you move, holding your hips down firmly. " uh uh, you're more than fine like this, baby. we'll make it work. " a sleazy grin on his lips, of course.

you shake your head with a reluctant smile, in truth you didn't mind staying like this, hips pressed into his, the occasional buck of his hips sending a small wave of pleasure through you. " you're lucky you're so pretty, mister. " you huff, turning so that you can rest the side of your face against his shoulder, eyes on your phone that he's holding in front of you two as he scrolls.

the two of you stay like that for what feels like at least an hour or two, laughing at random videos as the occasional buck of his hips frequents. both of your breathing slowly getting a little more heavy with each movement.

after what you would've guessed to be about an hour and a half of this, Ash turns off your phone, chucking it to the side as he adjusts your hips above his. you lift your head from his shoulder, eyes on his with slight confusion — until you see the hungry look in his eyes.

he leans in, hungrily pressing his lips against yours. he pulls away a little, his lips brushing against yours, " we should do this more often, baby. " he breathes, pressing more urgent kisses to your lips, then trailing down your jaw.

you roll your hips against his, fingers threading through his dark hair as you hold his face against you. " i wasn't done watching.. " you trail off, a moan slipping past your lips as he sucks gentle bruises into your soft skin.

his fingers biting into your hips as he continues his assault on your throat. " well i'm sorry, princess, " he tuts against your wet skin, " how about we fix that? " the tone in his voice making you shudder against him.

that's how you ended up here, your back pressed against his chest as you're seated in his lap and his thick cock stuffing you full — his hand holding your jaw in place as the other hand holds your phone for you to continue watching tiktoks, auto scroll turned on.

your hips tremble each time he bucks up into you, your walls clenching around him desperately. " Ash please, " you whine, trying to free your chin from his firm hold.

" ah ah, you said you weren't done yet, " he tuts, his hips bucking up harshly into yours as you clench around him.

you let out a lewd moan, trying to lift your hips. he tsk's, laying down your phone so he can hold down your hips with his now free hand. " please m'sorry, Ash, i need you, " you whine, just desperate for him to fuck you.

a wicked grin stretches across his lips as he leans in, pressing open mouthed kisses to your throat. " oh yeah, baby? " he taunts, nipping at your jaw. you feverishly nod against his hold, trying so hard to swivel your hips in any way. " you need me to fuck you, sweet thing? make you feel good? "

you nod, chanting a string of breathless 'yes's. Ash chuckles, letting go of your jaw as both of his hands grab at your hips. he pulls you off of him, large hands forcefully turning you around in his lap. he lines up again, pressing in quickly and forcefully, the movement making you gasp out as he fills you up again. " please, " you moan, " please, please, please-! "

his hands tug at the hem of your shirt, yanking it over your head and throwing it somewhere through the room. he eagerly leans in, dragging his teeth across your bare chest. " then ride me, dollface, "

your walls flutter at his words, eagerly wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you pick up your hips, moaning as he drags out, then dropping your hips again, your head lolling back as his thick cock fills you back up again.

" that's it, c'mon cowgirl, " he grins, that sleazy horrible grin on his lips. but you couldn't find it in you to care right now, not with his thick length bullying your insides so deliciously.

[slytherinshua]

COOKING WITH PRINCE

genre. fluff. crack. warnings. obv this wouldn't happen irl it's all just for fun <3 i tried to emulate prince's captions in his videos as best i could, as well as his overall vibe but i am just a new ghostie so sry if its a bit inaccurate :( pairing. prince x fem!reader. wc. 720. request. requested by @haecien, here: cooking w prince even if he doesn't get the recipe a/n. mwahaha so ofc i had to start writing for ghost9 babies someday and prince was a good place to start esp since his cooking videos are absolutely amazing (go show them a lot of love if you haven't already as well as prince's (and all of ghost9's) instagram!!!) and stan ghost9 obv

you didn’t plan on crashing your boyfriend’s solo baking fest in the practice room on a random tuesday afternoon

you weren’t even used to the prospect of your boyfriend cooking

for the years you’ve been dating Prince, you have done 100% of the baking in the relationship (though you had always urged him to try it out since it was fun)

ever since his videos have been doing better than anyone could have predicted, he’s been excited to make something with whatever he had on his hands

from the usual baking ingredients along with several very overripe bananas, you could easily tell what he was planning to bake today: banana bread, one of your favourites 

but also knowing your boyfriend, you knew things would probably turn into a disaster if he didn’t have a recipe

so naturally the first thing you asked was to see the recipe he was following

“I swear I had one somewhere when I was gathering the ingredients, but I literally can’t find it.”

he just brushed off your concerns about him possibly poisoning himself, you, and the ghost9 members

“The last time I baked, I didn’t even follow the recipe because it was in cups. It’ll be fine, baby, you just need to have faith.”

you were planning to leave and let him film in peace, but your boyfriend was persistent that you stay especially because he was making one of your favourite baked goods

you relented easily, really it was hard to say no to him, plus the prospect of baking together seemed kind of fun!

more like a chaotic disaster…

most of it was spent playfully arguing over how much of each ingredient to put in

Prince seemed insistent that you should remember exactly how much of every ingredient for him to measure down to the gram

obviously, you didn't, and eventually you stopped trying to help completely and just let him do his thing

though you did stay behind him to supervise, and your hands were visible in the final video messing with his hair and occasionally giving him a loving slap tap on the cheek when he messed something up

once the banana bread was finally in the oven, the two of you joked about what the voiceover should be

you didn't have the highest expectations for how it tasted, but you knew it would at least be pretty good

all the things your boyfriend had cooked in the past had been decently delicious

it turned out pretty well, and you were happy you were there to annoy him help him with it

bonus: what I think the voiceover would be like

welcome back to cooking in the practice room 🧑‍🍳 until I get busted by my manager 🚨👮 today we have a very special guest joining us 👀🥁✨my girlfriend✨ that’s right 😍 us idols 🧑‍🎤🎤 are actually in relationships 😘 despite what most people want to believe! tbh my girlfriend was not 🙅‍♂️ supposed to be joining me today 😔 but we’re making banana bread 🍌🍞 which happens to be her favourite 😍‼️ so I just had to let her join 🤷‍♂️ as you probably know if you watched my chocolate stuffed coffee bun 🍫☕ video, I don’t bake… but my girlfriend does 🎉 I had a recipe for this, but I think peter got hungry 😋 and ate it or something, so no recipe 📄🚫 but again, at least I have my girlfriend 💃 so it should be fine, right? she’s made this hundreds 👩‍🏫 of times 🧑‍🍳🍞 (she’s literally a minion guys idk why she loves bananas so much 🍌⁉️) but despite that she is still somehow clueless 🤓 as to how much flour I should be measuring 😍 but it’s fine 👌 we just dumped sugar 🍭 flour ❕ butter 🧈 bananas 🍌 eggs 🥚 and baking powder into a bowl 🥣 and hoped that they would magically ✨🧙 turn into banana bread 🤔 and guess what 🧐 they did ✨😍 I also added chocolate 🍫 because my girlfriend materialized it out of nowhere 💁‍♀️🍫 I have no one but my girlfriend to thank 😚 for distracting me by pulling on my hair 💆‍♂️ and telling me I was doing it wrong every 2 minutes 😘 but jokes 👎 on her because this banana bread was delicious even without a recipe 😏 10/10 would bake again 🥸

↳ ghost9 taglist: @haecien,, @eternalgyu,, @weird-bookworm,,

[alearicci]

“me and my smooth operator” – CS55

pairings: carlos sainz x girlfriend!reader

summary: just read it, I'm too lazy to write a short description, sorry mate.

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Evening. It's about seven, and you're still studying. The thing is that it was on this day that the art teacher decided to fill you up with educational materials and a new theory that will need to be passed very soon on his test. Sitting comfortably in the library, you have always liked the dim atmosphere of this special corner of the university; the smell of books, the peaceful silence, occasionally interrupted by the barely audible whisper of a random visitor - all this was one of the most pleasant sensations you have ever experienced – you tried to concentrate on the papers, but impatience to sit still became quite problematic. After all, today your man has to return home after long separation. For six months you communicated with him via video link, told each other various news that happened to each of you, laughed from awkward situations and tried not to go crazy with longing. And precisely because of his arrival, it was difficult to concentrate on textbooks and notes. I wanted to escape, to be in the ring of his strong arms and press my cheek to my chest, intending to hear his breath knocked down, from the joy of meeting. Then, reach for his slightly parted lips, feel a warm palm on your waist and..

"So, concentrate," shaking your head, you furrowed your eyebrows and with great zeal clutched the document in your hands with your eyes. "The sooner you finish, the sooner you will go to him."

"Girl, can I help you?" a pleasant male voice sounded in your ear, but you didn't attach any importance to it, just waved it away.

"No, thanks, I'll manage on my own."

"Even after six months, you still continue to do everything yourself, honey."

Turning around sharply, you encounter the gaze of your native brown eyes and, with a quiet squeal, jump up from your seat and throw yourself on your lover's neck. He laughs softly and hugs you to him, allowing you to wrap your legs around his torso. Embracing, in your opinion, the most beautiful face with small palms, you left a few kisses on your cheeks, forehead, lips. Of course he missed me too. Madly. You were his first thought in the morning and his last before going to bed. Each separation was too hard for both of you, but he couldn't leave his job, and you couldn't leave your studies.

"How did you come here?"

"Well, the security system here is unreliable. He said that he urgently needed to come to my girlfriend, who was supposed to come back again," pausing for a second, the brown–haired man cast a quick glance at his wristwatch, "about two hours ago. He thought that I was a modern Romeo and I was hurrying to my Juliet. Let me help you pack up and let's go home."

"B-but I can't... Certification..."

"I don't give a damn about this certification, I want to spend the rest of this day with you, and not watching you do paperwork, not me," with a dissatisfied snort, the man picks up your bag and carefully puts all your work materials in it. You folded your arms across your chest and watched his concentrated expression with a smile on your lips. When the packing was over, Sainz, without even standing on ceremony, quickly picked you up in his arms and put you on his shoulder, not forgetting to push the chair and take the bag.

"You're obviously tired, so let's go like this. I'm not waiting for consent," under your ringing laughter, he deftly left the library, and, saying goodbye to the guard, left the university at a brisk pace, heading for his car. The black Ferrari joyfully rang as soon as the brown-haired man pressed the open button. First, going to the passenger seat, he gently put you on it, fastened your seat belt and left a gentle kiss on your forehead. A few seconds later, he was already sitting in his seat and starting the car. You were overwhelmed with a feeling of tenderness and love for this person. You still didn't believe that he met on his way.

"Will I turn on the radio?" after waiting for your nod, the man made several movements and soon the car was filled with your fake singing.

"No need to ask he's a SMOOOOTH OPERATOOOR."

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[artificialfanfiction]

The Last One-One Shot

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Disclaimer: The content on this blog is entirely fictional and created for entertainment purposes. None of the scenarios depicted here are based on real-life occurrences. Enjoy the stories and let your imagination run wild!

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pairing Andy Biersack x reader

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inspired by 

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The tour had finally ended, and you were beyond relieved to have Andy home. After months of late night phone calls, video chats, and the constant worry that came with him being on the road, it felt like a breath of fresh air to have him with you again.

Tonight was your first night alone together in what felt like ages. The house was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the floorboards. You were curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, and a book in your hands. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the faint traces of Andy's cologne that still clung to the cushions.

Andy emerged from the kitchen, two mugs of coffee in hand, and a content smile on his face. His black hair was tousled, a few stray strands falling into his eyes, and he looked more relaxed than you’d seen him in weeks. He handed you a mug before settling in beside you, pulling you close so your head rested against his chest.

“This is nice,” he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble. “Just you and me.”

You smiled, nuzzling closer into his warmth. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “More than you know.”

There was something incredibly comforting about being in his arms, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The world outside seemed so far away, and for the first time in a long while, you felt completely at peace.

As you sipped your coffee, Andy began to hum softly. It was a melody you recognized instantly, one of the songs he’d written while on tour. The lyrics hadn’t been released yet, but you knew them by heart. You closed your eyes, letting the sound of his voice wash over you. 

“Sing it to me?” you asked softly, looking up at him.

He met your gaze, a tender smile playing on his lips. “You really want to hear it?”

You nodded, setting your mug aside and turning to face him fully. “I love when you sing to me. It makes me feel…close to you.”

Andy leaned in, his forehead resting gently against yours. “Alright,” he whispered, “but only because I love you.”

He began to sing, his voice low and intimate, meant just for you. The lyrics spoke of love and longing, of the nights spent apart and the dreams that kept him going. His hand found yours, his thumb tracing small circles on your skin as he sang. 

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the months of separation, not the exhaustion from the tour, not even the world outside your door. It was just you and Andy, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and love.

When he finished, there was a brief silence, broken only by the soft crackle of the fireplace. You opened your eyes to find him watching you, his gaze filled with so much affection it made your heart ache.

“That was beautiful,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “Thank you.”

Andy cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears you hadn’t realized were there. “I meant every word,” he said, his voice equally soft. “You’re my everything.”

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow, tender kiss. It wasn’t rushed or desperate, just a gentle reminder of the love you shared, of the bond that had only grown stronger despite the distance.

When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, your breaths mingling in the small space between you. “Promise me something?” you asked.

“Anything,” he replied without hesitation.

“No more long tours for a while,” you said, half joking but also serious. “I need you here, with me.”

He chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. “You’ve got a deal. I’m not going anywhere, not for a long time.”

The rest of the night was spent in comfortable silence, with Andy’s arms around you and the warmth of the fire lulling you both into a state of blissful relaxation. As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky. You had found something rare and precious a love that was deep, enduring, and unbreakable.

And as long as you had Andy by your side, you knew everything would be okay.