#UHG THAT LAST GIF

[share-the-damn-bed]

JANCY & lyrics || twist of fate - olivia newton john (S2E9)

Love is what we've found The second time around

[oatmealcrisp-freak]

tfwhen the author sees your fanart

yaaaaaaay quq

i wanna draw some more. i was literally dreaming about it last night i think lol gona force myself to NOT do that and take a break though, im rocking some serious

[wildsupernova]

a secret gift.

prompt #3 on scealaiscoite’s christmas prompt list: “secret santa”

summary: another christmas spent with friends and loved ones means another annual secret santa celebration. but this year, steve has a special secret santa gift up his sleeve…

pairing: steve harrington x reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: fluff, very mild sexual allusions

a/n: hey again everyone! i wanted to thank you guys so, so, so much for the love on my last christmas story. it was my first post back after a long hiatus and i wasn’t expecting to see it blow up like it did, but all of the reblogs really warmed my heart. this story was supposed to be uploaded on christmas, but time got away from me, so here it is a few days late. it’s not quite as good as i had hoped for, but it was an idea floating around in my head for a while, so i hope you guys enjoy. again, thanks so much for all the love on my last post, and thank you for reading this one! <3 — — nova

masterlist | prompt list

“Uhg, come on, do we really have to do this again?” Robin threw her head back on the back of the sofa, her skull slightly bouncing off the leather as she did.

“Yes, Robin, we’re doing this again.” Nancy shook the bowl full of little slips of paper in her hands for the third time, pulling one out and putting it in her lap. She passed the bowl to Jonathan, who also took one, and the chain continued until each person had a slip of paper. Robin was last to take hers, throwing the empty bowl on the small coffee table in front of her.

“But I hate Secret Santa.”

“It’s tradition, Robs.” You say with a smile, hiding your own slip of paper in your palm. “We’ve been doing it since high school.”

“Which is exactly why we should stop doing it. It’s so old.” The group laughs at Robin’s childlike tantrum, Eddie giving her a light smack to the back of the head.

Christmas time was something you cherished deeply, especially amongst your friends. Ever since you were a child, the magic of Christmas had always been something you held with you; the shimmering, multicolored lights wrapped around a freshly decorated tree, the smell of cinnamon mixing perfectly with the earthly scent of pine, and the way the sun shimmered opalescent as it beamed down on a fresh layer of snow. Christmas was a time to feel like a child again, no matter how old you were, and you would be damned if you would let Robin’s yearly tantrum ruin a 5 year long tradition.

You had been a late addition to the friend group you found yourself in now, not spending time together with everyone until your senior year at Hawkins High. You had kept to yourself for most of your high school career, not doing much in the way of extracurriculars or social activities. You had friends, of course, but none that spent much time going to parties or participating in sports, so your friendships never expanded much outside of the small circle of individuals you had known since middle school. At the beginning of your senior year, you had realized just how much you had missed out on, and vowed that you would put yourself out there more and make your own memories. So, when your new lab partner Nancy Wheeler invited you to a party at Steve Harrington’s house, you agreed, albeit with a small hesitation.

At the time, you wouldn’t have described your relationship with Nancy as being very close. It was primarily a professional one, with most conversations revolving around that day’s homework or the upcoming quiz at the end of the week. When you brought one of your favorite books to class one day, the conversation pivoted away from the usual topics, with Nancy noting that the book was also one of her favorites, and that she was happy to find someone who was willing to listen to her talk about it non stop. Soon enough, the conversations became more like the ones you had with your other friends, and that had led to Nancy inviting you to the party that weekend.

Being invited to a party at Steve Harrington’s house used to be the greatest honor anyone could achieve, but now it was something that was becoming increasingly rare. You’d never had any negative experiences with Steve during your shared years at Hawkins High; you were just in the right level of social standing where you were practically invisible to him and his old friends, so you’d never had any bad nor good experiences with him and those formerly in his circle. You’d heard that in recent years he’d changed his personality significantly from how he’d been at the beginning of high school, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t a bit curious to see the new and greatly improved Steve Harrington.

Party wasn’t exactly what you would have called the get together you attended that Saturday night. By technical standards, it was a party. Music, drinks, empty house, and room temperature pizza were all present, but what was missing was…the people. It didn’t take you long to realize that you hadn’t been invited to a party; you had been invited to a hangout amongst long term friends, which left you feeling just a little bit awkward.

That awkwardness didn’t last for much of the night, however, as Nancy introduced you to the rest of the group quickly. Her boyfriend, Jonathan, was rather quiet, shaking your hand and offering a nod of the head as introduction. Robin was much more upbeat and gave you a hug as her greeting, which her girlfriend Vickie quickly apologized for and introduced herself. The best way to put Eddie’s introduction was charming, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it in a rather extravagant gesture, before he began profusely apologizing for it after realizing that it might have been a bit much. You just laughed it off and told him you appreciated it, which barely eased his conscience.

Then, there was Steve. It was visible that he was a different man than the one you knew from high school, like he had an aura around him that had shifted from a bright, overbearing yellow to a more soothing cool blue. He offered up a kind smile, ran a hand through his hair and unconsciously showed off the shiny watch on his wrist, and held his hand out for you to shake, which you took enthusiastically. You struggled to hold back the blush in your face when you saw his eyes just briefly sweep over your body, his grip on your hand firm as he shook and released it a few seconds later.

Needless to say, you were smitten from first glance at the new and improved Steve Harrington.

After that night, you became a permanent fixture in the friend group. At the start, you had felt like a 7th wheel, always left out of inside jokes and unsure of the context behind the many stories they told amongst each other. It didn’t last that way for long, however, as everyone was more than happy to go into explicit detail explaining the history of the joke or recounting tales that were always shared during get togethers. Naturally, as your friendship with everyone developed, you found yourself gravitating more and more towards Steve, and he seemed to be doing the same.

It became a regular occurrence that you and Steve would be left to hang out alone due to conflicts from the rest of the group. There were periods where Eddie was hardly around due to touring with his band, Nancy and Jonathan often cancelled in favor of date nights or work conflicts, and Robin and Vickie had perpetual band performances that left them unable to make plans. So, instead of canceling plans altogether, you and Steve decided to just hang out between the two of you, which became more and more charged the more nights you spent in each other’s company.

Nancy had been the one to pitch the idea of Secret Santa for Christmas that first year. You were still a fairly new addition to the group and didn’t know the others as well as they knew each other, and being the thoughtful person she was, Nancy didn’t want you to stress about finding Christmas gifts for everyone, so she figured Secret Santa would be the best way to not only give gifts, but also get to know the others with limited stress. You had ended up with Steve that first year, buying him an expensive watch that was far out of your budget, an item that, in retrospect, might have been an unconscious effort to make a good impression on him. Nancy had been the one to pull your name, gifting you a rare copy of the book that had led you to each other in the beginning.

As time went on, something between you and Steve seemed to shift that summer. There had been a tension building between you two for quite a while, but it finally broke after a particularly rough shift at Family Video. One moment, you were seated on the hood of his car in the parking lot talking him through his horrific encounters with various screaming customers, and the next his hands were all over you while his lips worked magic against your own.

You kept it quiet, unsure if what you were feeling was true romantic attraction or just a summer fling, but Steve decided to make it official that coming Christmas. It was your second year participating in Secret Santa as a group, and you had gotten Eddie that year, buying him a new guitar strap and set of guitar picks after his old ones finally broke. When you finally opened your Secret Santa gift, a small square box messily wrapped in bright red wrapping paper, you knew immediately that Steve was your Secret Santa. Inside of the box was a delicate silver necklace, a small teardrop shaped sapphire sitting in the center of the pendant hanging from the chain. That night was the night Steve had officially asked you to be his girlfriend, a proposition you happily accepted with a kiss.

The tradition of Secret Santa continued even when many of you had moved far from Hawkins, Indiana and started new lives, everyone somehow always able to make time to convene to celebrate the holiday. Nancy and Jonathan had moved to Chicago to pursue their collective journalism careers, spending their days with noses buried in books to get them through college. Corroded Coffin had kicked Eddie into stardom, with he and his fellow bandmates never staying in one place long enough to call it home, always on tour and playing new venues. Robin and Vickie had followed you and Steve to Indianapolis, beginning their own lives as college students. You and Steve moved into an apartment not far from your shared campus, with Steve working several odd jobs while remaining undecided on a major, finally finding his place in the education program after volunteering at the campus daycare for an event. Despite life always getting in the way, all of you consistently met for the annual Secret Santa, hosting the entire group at your house for the week leading up to Christmas.

“It’s not old, it’s a classic.” Robin rolled her eyes as Steve shared his defense for the tradition, earning him a small eye roll. He slung his arm over your shoulder and rested it on the back of the couch, yourself not seeing him subtly trade his slip of paper for the one Eddie was holding.

“Okay, everyone knows the rules. You have a week to find your gift, no tags, all wrapped in the same wrapping paper, and we exchange them on Christmas Eve.” Nancy folded up her paper and slipped it into her pocket, Robin letting out another groan of protest at her reminder of their rules. The room filled with quiet conversation as Steve looked down at the slip of paper in his hands, suddenly feeling the nerves he had been trying to push away for days fill up his chest.

A week later and the living room of yours and Steve’s small apartment is festively decorated for the upcoming holiday, the tree in the corner of the apartment covered in tinsel garland and the floor below is littered with brightly wrapped gifts. The Secret Santa gifts all sit in one corner, all wrapped in matching green and red striped paper, the bows tied on each one a different color to designate their intended recipient. You and the rest of the group sit huddled around the coffee table, drinks in hand and laughing about whatever crazy tour story Eddie was telling this time. Your fingers are wrapped around the stem of a wine glass as you sip absentmindedly from the merlot inside, and Steve sits next to you with his hand lightly resting on your thigh, his other holding the crystal glass of cheap whiskey that he’s been nursing the whole night.

“Okay!” Nancy claps her hands together, making Steve jump. You look up at him and raise a brow, but he just waves it off and gives you the ‘I’m fine’ look he always does. You don’t buy it, but decide to drop it anyway; he’s been on edge all week, but every time you ask why, he just brushes you off and assures you everything is fine. “We should get to the Secret Santa gifts while we’re all sober.”

“Please, I can’t listen to another minute of Eddie’s ramblings about getting drunk on tour.” Robin rolled her eyes and threw back the rest of the drink in her glass, swatting away Eddie’s hands as he tried to mess up her hair in retaliation.

Nancy was quick in passing out all of the gifts, having long memorized the designated ribbon colors that you all had set after the first year you had decided to use the same color wrapping paper and mixed up all the gifts. She handed you yours last, a messily wrapped box tied with green ribbon, and you placed it in your lap, almost immediately noticing how the shoddy wrapping paper had been taped down to the box. It was nearly identical to the way your Secret Santa gift from Steve three years ago had been wrapped, and you smiled a bit at the memory.

Once everyone had been handed their gifts, everyone took turns opening them. Nancy went first and opened her gift from Robin, a fancy new notepad and pen set for her internship at the paper. Jonathan got a new set of camera attachments from Eddie, Robin a new jacket from Nancy, Vickie a new hairpin from Jonathan, and Eddie had been gifted a brand new custom embroidered Corroded Coffin patch from Vickie. Eventually, it came around to you and Steve, where it became obvious that you had received each other for the Secret Santa exchange (if it hadn’t been obvious already).

Steve opened his gift from you first, ripping the paper off the rectangle shaped black leather box. When he opened it, inside was a golden ring hanging from a polished golden chain, just long enough to be able to fit over Steve’s head without much effort. Engraved inside the ring and placed in just the right way where it was visible, were the words ‘Merry Christmas, my love. Take this ring as a promise for many more.’

“I know it’s more expensive than what we normally do for Secret Santa gifts, but I wanted to get you something special this year. I haven’t pulled you for Secret Santa since that first year, so I figured I should get you something nice.” Steve pulled the necklace from the box, holding it delicately in his hands as if he were afraid to break it.

“It’s beautiful, sweetheart. I don’t even know what to say.”

“I know you’re a big fan of promise rings, considering you’ve bought me, like, five, so I figured it was time for you to have your own.”

“I love it, thank you.” Holding it tightly in his palm, Steve leaned over and pressed a long, soft kiss to your lips, throwing the chain over his head when he pulled away. “Hopefully my gift can match up to yours.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, you always know what to get me even if I don’t tell you-” Your words died in your throat after you pulled all of the wrapping paper from the box and removed the lid, eyes growing wide as they landed on the small velvet box lying perfectly in the center. You looked at Steve, still wide eyed, who simply nodded for you to open the box, your hand shaking as you removed it from the cardboard box and flipped open the lid.

Sitting inside the box was a beautiful shimmering engagement ring, diamonds inlaid in the silver that weaved around in a beautiful vintage pattern. A single large, oval shaped diamond sat in the center of the ring, the ring’s band weaving around it to frame it just perfectly like the center of a flower. You felt your heart beating out of your chest, and as you looked at the way the ring shimmered in the dim light, you had to remind yourself to breathe.

“It’s been three years since I first asked you to be my girlfriend, and it’s been the happiest three years of my life.” Steve’s voice shook with nerves as he spoke, and when you looked up to meet his eyes, his face had turned a bright red. “When I first met you, I think part of me always knew that this is where we would end up. You didn’t know any part of me except for my reputation, but you gave me a chance anyway, even when I’m sure everyone you knew was telling you not to. That summer, when we started all of this and tried to agree that it was never something serious, I kept replaying these images in my mind of what a life with you would be like. You were just so unbelievably easy to fall in love with. No matter what you did, I could feel myself falling deeper and deeper in love with you until I just couldn’t handle it anymore and had to have you, totally and completely. Three years ago, I asked you to be my girlfriend with a Secret Santa gift, so, three years later, I have to ask you something again.”

Steve slid himself off the couch slowly, bending down on one knee in front of where you sat on the couch. You could barely contain the smile spreading across your face, and it seemed to spread to Steve’s own as he found it hard to speak.

“Sweetheart, will you marry me?”

Instantly, you were furiously nodding your head, jumping into Steve’s arms and nearly sending him tumbling back into the coffee table. All of your friends shared a round of applause as you pressed your lips to Steve fervently, Eddie letting out a loud wolf whistle when the kiss got just a bit deeper. When you finally ran out of breath and parted from him, you let Steve slip the ring on your left hand, pulling him in for one more kiss.

When everything in the room finally died down and you found your spot back on the couch, sitting as close to Steve as you possibly could, you looked at the beaming smiles of your friends who all threw congratulations your way. As they did, a thought hit you.

“Wait, how did you guys make sure that Steve got me for Secret Santa?” Everyone in the room went silent. “You guys knew?”

“‘Course we knew! How else would we make sure that someone else didn’t pull your name?” Eddie clapped Steve on the back, earning him a playful swat in return.

“Eddie was the one who actually pulled your name, but we swapped cards last minute.”

“If it helps, they didn’t even tell me until right before we pulled names.” Robin crossed her arms over her chest, pouting like a child. “Said they didn’t trust me to keep the secret.”

“And you did phenomenally well.” Robin sent a glare towards Nancy’s condescending remark, but laughed it off quickly.

“When Steve told us what he wanted to do, of course we had to help him out.”

“Thank you guys, really. It took a lot of the stress off of me.” Steve looked around the room, sending a thankful smile to all of his friends.

“Of course, man. Anything for you two love birds.” Eddie stood from the couch and walked behind it, holding both you and Steve in a wide embrace over the back of the couch. After a semi-uncomfortable few minutes, Eddie made his way to the kitchen, rummaging through the refrigerator in search of…something. “Now, let’s celebrate. Who's up for some homemade gingerbread cookies?”

“Oh god, I’d better go help him before he burns down the whole building.” Nancy jumped to her feet, rushing towards the kitchen and screaming for Eddie to put down whatever he was holding.

You let the sounds of your friends surround you as you looked up at Steve, who was already staring down at you with the softest eyes you’d ever seen.

“Merry Christmas, Stevie.”

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.” Steve leaned down and pressed his lips against yours once again, your new engagement ring sparkling in the lamplight as you entwined your fingers with his own.

[mintytealfox]

HELPPP i love your norton's yapping SO MUCHHHH but idk what to ask.... PLEASEEE YAP MORE maybe some headcanons?????

HAHA~ 🤣🤣 SURE THING ANON I GOT YOU~

Here's some more headcanons~

So I have been thinking that Norton is probably one of those who can immediately fall asleep as soon as he lays down. Like if he counted he would be like "one....." -gonzo to dreamland- XD I can see him avoiding sleep to get everything he wants done and finished but as SOON as he hits that pillow he is a GONER! (He could probably sleep anywhere and in any position lol) He lays down under a tree? GONE. He lays his head down on the table? GONE. He gets comfortable in a chair? GONE. (heh we even have proof of this one in his 'snooze' standby motion XD bro didn't even bother laying his head down, he is just sitting there asleep until he starts falling over PFF LOL and then IMMEDIATELY GOES BAACK TO SLEEP IN THE SAME POSITION after catching himself I CAANN'TT LOOOL) 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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I am looking through Norton's traits (seeking more inspo lol) and noticed THIS:

Norton heals people in 13.64 seconds when the average is 15.0 seconds 👀 He also heals himself faster in 27.27 seconds while the average is 30.0 seconds 👀

So the image of Norton just ripping fabric and tying up the wounds of someone and his accuracy and quick movements just baffling the other that is getting worked on. I can see that being a little unexpected from him if you don't know him (which is an easy thing to miss cause of his huge walls he has around him and the characters he plays) Oh my GOSH! So Frederick has burns on him, so the idea that Da Capo finds Frederick with those burns and Norton just hurries and gets to work leaving Alice and Melly a little stun locked that Norton doesn't even hesitate and using everything he has access to! AND with those survivalist skills he likely knows what plants to use to help the healing process and use as bandages and such 👀

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Now for THIS

Bro is gonna be SCARRED for LIFE by those dang BIRDS (what a horror fest being followed and surrounded by birds like UHG 😭😭) //getting chased by a chicken is bad enough but being chased by flying crows and ravens??? those big brain game players?? NAAHHHHHH//

But look at his face? How in the world is he in any sort of headspace to go hunting for Alice like he was brought there to do?? He is on the RUN! He has already turned coat, with a goal to get away ;; He does look like he has a destination in mind though, when looking at those last two images. And there is absolutely no malicious intent in those eyes at all, he looks desperate and potentially (likely) on a mission to do his part to get out

AHHHH

[someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae]

✧⁠*⁠。a game afternoon with Ateez

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Ateez x Reader

Warnings: None

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You were bored. Very bored. You were sitting in your room, staring at the wall. 'Uhg what should I dooooo' you thought. Then you heard someone shouting something, you didn't understand a whole sentence properly but you heard the word 'fun' and went to the door. "How did I get here? Ahh nevermind" You said and went to the living room where the other eight boys were. Well, you stopped at the door, staring at the things in front of you.

"Woow..." was the only word that left your mouth.The room was full. And not that there were many people, only the eight Ateez members, there were so many activitys. (Sorry I described it but the text got deleted and I'm lazy🫠) And in the middle of all these things there were eight boys with a proud look on their faces. "Y/nahhh look what we didddd" San said. "You did awesome job! Bit why'd you do this?" you asked curiously. "We were bored" Jongho said and smirked.

"Woow... Well, same" you replied and smiled at the boys. "Great!" Yeosang was happy. "Then let's play a gameeuuuu" he said. "What game Sangie?" the captain asked. "Let's play UNO for the start." the pretty boy said. (I'm sorry, they're all prettier than Heaven 🥹🥺) Everybody agreed. You sat between Yeosang and San and you all enjoyed the time together. After like 10 minutes you placed down a +4 card. "YAHHHHH i was going to win!' San gave you an angry but playful glare.

He layed down his one card on the table and reached his arms for you. He wrapped one arm around your upper body, pinning your arms on it and started to poke all over your midsection with his free hand. "AAAAAAHHHahahaha Saniehehhehe nahaahhahaah" you squirmed and tried to escape the cute devil while the other members just laughed at you or blushed. "I'll just make you regret it" San pouted. Then he dig his fingers in your hips and you squirmed and squealed more. "AAAAHAHAHHA noohohoho moohohohore I'm sahhahhaharyyyy pleasehehe" you begged BUT he didn't mind. Just until Wooyoung attacked San himself and squeezed his side to get him let you go. San squealed and fell over in Wooyoungs lap, a giggly mess. *😭*

Wooyoung laughed and slapped his arm, then he pushed San into a sitting position where said boy took his card and then four new cards too. "Green" you said as Wooyoung asked what colour you wish. You put you feet in Yeosangs lap and continued the game. Like other 10 minutes later you had another +4 card. But you wanted to win and it was you second last card. So you put it down, now Yeosang had to take four new cards.

"YAAAAAHHHHH" he also yelled. But his plans were much more evil. He locked your feet with one leg but you didn't mind it. You continued to play when Yeosang suddenly placed a single finger in your sole. You tried to pull your feet back but he locked them. You now tried to comunicate with him but he didn't even look at you. His finger traced a line up and down your sensitive sole and you curled your toes. Then he lighly scribbled on your feet and you were giggling and giggling. And he didn't stop for the rest of the game, only to take a card, and then continued.

And you were a giggly mess the whole game long. And the rest of the game was like 20 minutes bcz you were so many people. (fuck what did I write I'm so flustered rn🫠) At the end of the game Yeosang won. And as he finally, FINALLY stopped, you layed down exhausted. You tried to catch your breath again. But San had enough energy to be pouty that he didn't win and went over to Yeosang to punish him.

Said Guy was standing randomly in the room and San back hugged him. Then he took light kisses on his neck and Yeosang leaned forwards to escape Sans lips. But San also clawed over Yeosangs tummy now and Yeosang laughed as soon as he started. He barely managed to stand, only bcz San was still holding him. He laughed and laughed and only stopped after like 5 minutes of San punishing him. San opened his arms and Yeosang fell on the floor, still giggling.

San smirked and went to Wooyoung while you went to Yeosang to help him stand up. He took your hand and stood up. "Guysss let's play Nintendo nowww" Mingi said. "Yeahhhh" you shouted and Everybody agreed.

You decided to play mario card and choose the Teams. It was You, Wooyoung, San, Yunho and Seonghwa VS. Jongho, Mingi, Yeosang and Hongjoong. Your team chose Wooyoung and Yunho to play vs. Jongho and Hongjoong.

The game was pretty well for your team, Wooyoung and Yunho won. For the second round there were San and Seonghwa vs. Yeosang and Mingi. San and Yeosang won, Mingi and Seonghwa lost.

So it was 3:3. The last round would decide the final winner, so it was you vs. Yeosang.

You tried your best and you were better than Yeosang but suddenly you felt two sneaky hands poking your sides from behind and you lost your focus. You squirmed and tried to focus again but those hands were so ticklish you couldn't stand it.

Only a few meters before the finish line, you were like 10 meters before Yeosang, Someone scribbled your sides up and down under your hoodie and you couldn't stand the ticklish Sensation. You fell back to protect yourself, exploding in giggles. Your avatar immediately stopped and Yeosang took his chance and won. "Nohohohoho stahahahahap he woohohohon" you begged to the unknown ler. He stopped and Jongho pulled you in his lap, rubbing the ghost tickles away.

You playfully poke him in the tummy. "That wasn't neccecary!" You pouted. "It. Was. You. Were. About. To. Win." He smirked and with every word he gave you a poke where ever he could reach. "Yahhhaha" you giggled and stood up to escape the evil maknae.

"Not my fault that Yeosang is that bad at gaming" you smiled innocently. "YAHH" The introverted singer jumped up and ran to chase you. "Ahhhhh" you shrieked and ran through the room to escape the green haired boy.

But - surprise - he was way faster than you and chased you after only like two minutes of you two running through the whole appartment. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and lifted you up as if you were a feather. Then he carried you - you were very squirmy - back to the living room and shook you to the left and right. You giggled nonstop and tried to apologize but he had so much fun, he was just as giggly as you.

"Ahahahah Yeosaaaaaang staaahahahp I'm sahaharyyyyyyyhyhhy" "Nahahha you're NOT!" he said and held you - not shaking anymore - and bite you into the neck. "Aaahahhaahah" you flinched bcz it was surprising ticklish. "What was that~ " he teased. "Are you maybe..." he did it again. "Nohoho Yeosangggg staahahhap I'm really sohohohryyyyy" you begged but he found it funny to nuzzle and bite in your neck before letting you go.

"Ahhhh" you groaned, rubbing your neck. "Okay, now that Sangie is done, what do u want to play next?" Wooyoung asked everyone. "Let's play Twisterrrrr" San said.

"YEEEEHAAAW" Seonghwa shouted. Everyone gave him a very suspicious look ... Expect ... Hongjoong who was giggling his heart out about this DAMN cute reaction. You all fell in his laughter and soon you all had laughed your ass off.

Only Seonghwa pouted a bit. "It wasn't that funny :( " he said. "Ihihihit was" Hongjoong said and lightly poke him into the side to cheer him up. A smile formed on his Hyung's face and the big group moved to the Twister game.

"Okay Teams deciding!" Seonghwa ordered. You decided to go with You, Jongho, Wooyoung, Seonghwa and Hongjoong vs. Mingi, Yeosang, Yunho and San.

The Twister game was extra big since it was designed for 8 people. The first round was You, Seonghwa and Jongho vs. Yunho, Mingi and Yeosang. You all stood around the game plate, getting ready for the first round. Hongjoong turned the wheel for you.

"Y/n left foot Yeosang" You went to the matching side and took your left foot on Yeosangs paper-face.

"Yahh...~" Yeosangie whined.

-15 minutes later-

Struggle. You were struggling to keep your body stretched, not falling down. There only were Yunho, Jongho and you left. Jongho had an easy position, he was just like sitting bcz his feet and hands were on four points next to each other (two in one row, two in the next row) but you and Yunho were struggling bcz you were like standing into each other.

One of your hands was between Yunho's, his leg was next to your head, and your head was under his chest. But your back was exposed, directly peeking out under Yunho's.

San was walking around the tree of you, Hongjoong was still turning the wheel. "Y/n right hand Seonghwa" he said. You searched for a Seonghwa and found one directly under your chest. You lifted your hand and put it on the Seonghwa face under you.

But then you felt a pole in your side and struggled to keep still. But you even managed to keep silent! (Cheers) But you flinched. You looked back and saw San smirking down at you.

'Oh no' you thought but he was yet not doing anything. Yunho now had to move an arm directly next to yours, under your torso.

But THEN San started to claw over your ribs and sides, up and down, over your tummy and hips too. You really tried. (Y'all did you watch the tword moment where Woo tworded Yeosang in the twister game to make him loose? Imagine it like this)

But you failed. "Ahahhaah nhooohohho stoohohohop it's enough pleahahahse" but he showed no mercy AND you were easier to cheat on than Jongho. He was good in revenge. Way too good.

Well, the sunshine reached his goal and you fell down. But what he didn't expect was that you fell on Yunhos arm and took him accidently down with you. So you both fell down, holding each other.

"Noooooo" Mingi, Yeosang and San shouted, while Hongjoong, Jongho, Seonghwa and Wooyoung cheered and partied. "Yassssss well done Y/n!!!" Woo said and took your hand to help you stand up.

As you were on your feet again, you took Yunho's hand to help him. The second round was Hongjoong, Wooyoung and Jongho vs. Mingi, Yeosang and San.

It went good, Yeosang's team won bcz this time Yunho tworded Wooyoung to make him struggle. And it worked ~

At this time it was 8pm. "Y'all should we order some food?" you asked. "Yeah sure! What about Pizza?" Jongho asked. "I lOvE pIzZa!" You shouted and the others too.

Honjoong ordered nine pizzas for you and they said it will be delievered in 30 minutes. The boys looked at each other and went into Seonghwa and Hongjoong's room to talk about something.

"Hey what are you doing now?" you asked curiously. "No- Nothing Sweetheart" Mingi answered and you pouted as they all went in and left you out. You went to the sofa and turned on the TV as you were bored now, and pouty.

You changed the programm to a K-Drama you were currently watching. This calmed you down a bit.

After exactly 30 minutes the door bell rang. You did not react, you were too focused on the drama. You heard Woosan going down to get the pizzas and Seonghwa and Hongjoong came to the sofa, placing themselves on each side of you, Seonghwa on your right, Hongjoong on your left.

"Hey, what are you watching?" the tiny leader asked. "Nothing" you simply responded. You pouted again. "Are you seriously mad at us for leaving you out?" Hwa asked. "Yes" You said.

"Ohhh c'mon we're sorryyyyy" he said, lightly shaking your shoulder. "Nooo" you said.

"Yessss" Hongjoong said and started to squeeze your knee. "Yahaahha noohoo stoohoohooop" you tried not to laugh but you failed (a bit ...?) Seonghwa smirked, checking Hongjoongs plan.

He dug his fingers - out of all sudden - into your hips, making you squirm like a madman. "NAAAAAAHAHA STAAHAHAHAP" you screamed as your worst spot was attacked. "I'M SOOHOHOHORY I ACCEEHEHPT YOUR APOOLGIE AHAAHAHAHA" you screamed and they switched to only light twording, Seonghwa scribbling and clawing over your right ribs, sides and tummy and his bandmate scribbling, spidering and clawing over your left midsection.

They nearly destroyed you with those soft twords and you really enjoyed these. You were so soft for those big babies. "Ahaahhahahaha" you giggled and grabbed a pillow to burry your face in.

They only heard your muffled laugher but they found it adorable.

They tworded you for minutes, until Yeosang came to rescue you. He sat behind his elder Hyung and tworded Hwa back, so he fell behind, being a giggly mess and you were able to escape and tword Hongjoong back.

At least a bit until he ran away and hid under the table. You squeezed his side softly but he jumped back and ran away. Yeosang had stopped to tword his Hyung and said Singer jerked away from him, wiping his tears away. Your heart melted. (fck how can humans be that cute 😭 i always thought babies are cute but i say aww mich more often watching ateez/ kpop in general as watching children🥲😭😭)

But Seonghwa ran after Hongjoong and took him away from the table. He carried his tiny leader in his strong arms and was biting softly into his tummy, what made Joong giggle so much. (why can I imagine this so well😭)

"PIZZA IS HEREEEEEE" Wooyoung and San shouted and everyone went to the table. Woosan put the nine pizzas on it and sat down, just like Yeosang, Yunho, Jongo, Mingi, Hongjoong.

Seonghwa and you looked at each other and rolled your eyes. Then you went in the kitchen and carried pizza cutter, coke bottles and sprite to the table, as well as tissues. After you ate, it was 9:38 pm and you were tired and exhausted by the twording and the games.

So you all together decided to watch a movie together and then go to bed. You didn't matter about what movie you're gonna watch, but Hongjoong was passionate about the last Avengers part so you turned on this one. You all made yourself comfy on the couch and gave everyone crisps and gummies.

You leaned against Mingi, who wrapped an arm around your shoulders and held you. Then he softly moved his fingers up and down your shoulder, but it was so sleepy and comfy and SOFT that it still tickled, but it was bareable and you liked it. And it made you so sleepy...

- Next morning -

It was so comfy. Where ever you were. No, seriously, you didn't know. But you felt something warm on your side. You opened one eye and realized that you were in Mingi's room, cuddling with Mingi himself.

He was still sleeping, but he has wrapped one leg around your's, one arm under your head and the other was laying on your waist. You smiled and hugged him back and closed your eyes again.

Your head was replaying the last evening and you realized that it has been one of the best days of your life. You smiled more and fell back asleep again.

Later you woke up by a weird feeling on your skin. Someone was clawing over your tummy. Your head checked it and you softly exploded in giggles and tried to make those hands go away. You finally opened your eyes and saw Yunho sitting next to you, smiling softly down at you.

Mingi was still hugging you ,but he was awake now, smiling brightly in awe as he found you so cute. "Awwww~ Good morning sweetheartie" he said and Yunho stopped.

"C'mon, breakfast! It's 1pm btw" he laughed and told you two to hurry up. Mingi and you laughed together and went to the others to have your breakfast.

✿End✿

A/n: Okay That's it... I really hope you like it 💕 I was a bit flustered writing it bcz i still feel insecure about it but thank you for reading it 🫶🏻Love uuu~ Baiiii 💛💚💙💜🖤

[maggie-004]

(Un-) Lucky coincidence

Jenna Ortega x Fem reader

Summary: I honestly really don't know what this is, but enjoy reading a story about y/n and Jenna and how they first met in Austria, due to Jenna injuring herself while she was still promoting “The Fallout”.

Words: 820

Everything in cursive letters is German so … pretend I guess.

„Well normal People, you know people who are not studying to be a nurse, are having summer vacation. That’s why this place is packed with people.” I said to my best friend. “Ahh you’re right, I’m still recovering from the nightshift. I couldn’t even tell you what month nor Day we are in.” Lauren explained to me acting all overly dramatic.  “Yeah it was your first one right?” I asked her, because I’ve worked a few in the last days as well so I feel like I caught Dementia myself, even though I know it’s not contagious. “Yes it was but I do hope it’s the last for a while, how are you keeping up with this y/n?” she groaned. “Oh come on don’t act like a Baby” I cried out from laughing, she bumped me in my rib cage “I’m serious, help me” she whined. “Well first of all, ouch and coffee, red bull and literally anything with caffein or taurine you can lay your hands on” I said “that’s how I get through a nightshift without losing my mind, well kind of”. “Yeah thanks Einstein, as if I haven’t tried that” she muttered. “Ah I forgot, get yourself ADHD it works wonderous … sometimes”. “Oh that is kind of unfair isn’t it?” She said. “Uh nuh uh? Have you looked at the downsides of that shit?” I asked her being a little offended. “I know I know, you literally never shut up about that, so please spare me the details” she said being a lot more annoyed than before. “Okay geez chill, do you have everything you wanted or do we need to go in more shops?” I tried to deescalate the situation. “No I got everything, wanna go out for a smoke?” she asked. “Uh hello you’re talking to me, of course I wanna go out for a smoke. Should we go to my place afterwards I could cook us something if you want”. “Yeah sure, let’s go” she responded with way to less gratitude if you ask me but okay.

As soon as we reached outdoor and light up a cigarette, a tiny women with brown hair stumbled and hit her head on the concrete floor. Perfect It’s literally my only day of work. “Hey excuse me are you okay?” I ask the small women whom still was on the floor. “Uh sorry I don’t understand what you are saying” she said, I stuck out my hand helping her up. “Oh sorry uhm, are you okay, that fall looked nasty”, “Oh yeah I’m all right thank you” she said ready to go. “Uhhm Yeah, no you’re not, actually you’re bleeding” I said with the calmest voice I could. I’ve only ever worked in the surgical area, with everything I needed for wounds, now I’m on my own in front of a shopping center with a bleeding women and not even a band aid. Uhg Perfect. “actually I wasn’t aware of that, oh god do you have a tissue by any chance?” she asked me, well not so calm, in fact I was very scared she’d be fainting any minute. “Actually I have, here you go. Can you come with me and sit on that bench?” I asked her supporting her by her arm. “Yeah sure thank you for helping me”, “no big deal just sit down and keep pressuring, please” I instructed her and turned to Lauren “hey can you quickly go into DM and get some Gaze and wound disinfection and some band aids?” “Sure I’ll be right back” she said and nearly ran back inside.As a good nurse I always have a pair of gloves on me, I know it seems a little bit over the top but that’s one of the first things we learned in nursing school. “Oh sorry my Name is y/n and the other girl is my best friend Lauren, it’s nice to meet you” I said while I got on the gloves. “Hi I’m Jenna, thank you for helping me, but why do you have gloves with you and why are you so calm?” she asked me. Well how dumb of me I am absolutely not calm that’s why I forgot to explain that I’m a nursing student, well nearly done nurse. “Oh sorry for not explaining, I am a nursing student, better said I only have a few days left than I am a nurse. But entirely different topic… where do I know you from? You seem oddly familiar” My brain nearly smoked I’ve been trying to figure out who she is the entire time. “Wow that’s so cool, I would have been a nurse if I wouldn’t be an actress, that’s where you maybe know me from. I am here to promote the fallout, one of the newest projects I’ve been working on.” That’s when I realized who she is. Woah that’s Jenna Ortega.

A/N: Well, it's hard to miss. English isn't my first language. I still hope it's okay to read. Hope you like it

[kiribaabe]

Almost ( A Miguel O’Hara/ Peter B. Parker Father’s Day fic)

Listen, I’m so obsessed with spider dads rn it’s not even funnyyy. Ugh, I just think they’re neat.

Please accept this super belated Fathers Day thing I wrote. Shares and Ao3 comments are really appreciated! Trying to get my writing more traction 🥲

Summary: Peter B. Parker knows that Father’s Day is a particularly… difficult time for Miguel.

He can’t change the past, but he’s hoping he and Mayday can make things a little brighter for him this year.

Tags: hurt/comfort, light angst, General softness. Miguel O’Hara deserves to be a dad, and I’m gonna make him one through Mayday so help me—

Full fic: Ao3

I got some color back, he thinks so, too.

I laugh like me again, she laughs like you.

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"I said no peeking!"

"What? I didn’t!"

"Papa, I saw you! Please just cover your eyes all the way?"

"Okay, Okay, sweetheart. I apologize. They’re closed, see? I can’t see a thing." Miguel makes a show of pressing his eyes shut extra tight to demonstrate to the little girl that they were indeed closed and no further peeking would ensue.

He bites back a small laugh when he finally feels her crawl into bed, feeling the weight of her on his knees. There’s some shuffling, as if she’s taking her time to get into the perfect position before something is placed over his lap.

"Okay, there! Now you can open them!"

When Miguel opens his eyes, a tray of food greets him: A colorful array of cut fruit, eggs, bacon, and chocolate chip pancakes that may or may not be a little bit charred in some places.

He looks down at the spread, shocked, before cracking a smile. "Wait a minute…no way. All this, for me? And you didn’t burn my kitchen down? Look at you! I'm very impressed, Gabbie."

Gabbie snorts a laugh in return, a giddy sound that fills the air like a summer song. "I only caught a paper towel on fire that one time, papa. And I said I was sorry! Plus, look, I made up for it, didn’t I?"

"That you did." Miguel chuckles. It’s a relaxed sounding thing, and the creases in the corners of his eyes brighten along with the motion."Thank you, Mijita. It looks delicious. Uhg, what did I do to deserve a kid like you, huh? Cmere!" Careful not to spill what’s in front of him, Miguel brings his daughter to the side, decorating the entirety of her face with an obnoxious amount of kisses before blowing a fat raspberry on her cheek.

Another squeal of giggles erupts from her, and she embraces the affection for only a split second before she tries to shove the man away. "Eww! Gross! Stop, or I'm not gonna give you your other Father's Day gift!" She threatens.

Miguel hums in response, contemplating. On one hand, he very much wants to draw out more of that bubbly laughter. But, on the other hand, he knows better than to call a bluff from this kid.

She is her father’s daughter

So, he decides to give one last wet, over-the-top kiss at the corner of her eye before he finally pulls away, wearing a smile as Gabbie wipes at her face.

"Fine, fine, you win. Show me, then." He gives in.

Gabbie beams excitedly, and is quick to leap off the bed. She dashes out of the room, only to return a short time later with a little gift bag in hand. "Here, I made it in class last week." She smiles. She returns to her spot in her father's bed, tucking herself in right by his side once she hands it off.

Miguel isn’t very good at hiding his excitement, not that he’s trying to. He maintains his big smile while he rummages through pink gift paper, discarding a near excessive amount before finally reaching the contents he’s after. What he pulls out is a colorfully painted mug, decorated in intricate little dots of red and blue, with the words 'world's greatest brain’ written across the front.

There’s no containing the laugh that gets pulled out of Miguel as he holds it in his hands.

"I think this may very well be the best mug in existence, nena. I love it. I’m going to take it to work every day so they’ll never forget who the smartest person in the room is."

Gabbie beams a little brighter, all too pleased that he seems to genuinely enjoy her gift. She did work extra hard on it, after all. "You’re welcome." She says with a proud puff of her chest. Her dad was the smartest person in the room, so he deserved something that said as much.

“I love you so much, you know that?” Miguel asks. He has no shame or embarrassment for the tears in his eyes or his wobbly smile.

“yeah, I know, papa. I love you too.” After giving her father another quick hug, Gabbie giggles and quickly tries to scramble out of bed before she’s attacked by more affection and kisses.

She isn’t fast enough, though.

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Transmission log:

Gabriella O’Hara

Age at time of recording: 10yrs

Record: 0551

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[septimaseverina]

Sorry not sorry for making big GIFs. A lot of thanks, thousand times to @coffee-and-uhg for granting me permission to gif the video in her post ☺☺☺

Here is the best and most adorable of him in the video!

PS. I don't understand why the last one is turning out to be so weird like this, even I applied all customising to all of them. Anyway I'm really sorry for that 😢🙏

[helenofsimblr]

Sarah: I-i g-got uh... d-distracted b-by t-this h-hot g-guy... I c-couldn't l-look a-away f-from h-him. He s-smoked a-a p-pink c-cigarette. I c-can't f-find her on t-this f-floor.

DC: fucking gods above, Jure, uhg... I haven't got time for this shit… ok, ok, last I saw of your friend, she went upstairs, and if she went up there, she went to one of the sex rooms. Sorry honey, she's not had a good fucking night...

Sarah: If s-something h-happened I-i'll n-never f-forgive m-myself.

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DC: She's gonna be fucking confused, and disorientated, take her home, give her coffee don't fucking interrogate her, and just... don't come back here. Women like you two don't belong in a shit pit like this. You should never have fucking brought her here.

Sarah looks confused. 

Sarah: I-it w-was h-her i-idea. K-kira's h-her f-friend. W-what h-happened to-to h-her?

****

DC goes and tries the cigarette machine. It is empty sadly. She checks her watch. Then talks over her shoulder.

DC: Look, stammering-Susan, I don't actually give a single fuck whose idea it was to come here... she went upstairs to the sex rooms with some guy, puffing furiously on one of them pink ciggies. She was fucked off her face on drugs, spiked... I have a bar to run. I don't have more specifics...

Sarah: K-kira w-was g-going to m-meet us.

****

DC: Don't waste time with me, go upstairs, get her... and then, respectfully, and with all haste duly possible…, FUCK RIGHT OFF!!

Sarah: oh ok s-sorry.

[3xm-draconic]

Bloodline of the Last Dragon.

Season 1/Episode 2: Riverwood.

As the trio walked to Riverwood Ralof and Hadvar chatted, they had known one another from childhood and were sad to see each other on opposite sides, however they were glad to now have a chance to be friends again. 

“So…how old are you Matti?” Ralof asked as he watched a bunny run through the underbrush, Matti looked at him and snorted “how old do you think I am?”, Ralof chuckled “um…100?”, Matti gawked “I’AM 25!” she gasped.

“Your young for an elf” Hadvar turned to her, watching Matti pick some thistles and mushrooms as they traveled, “I’am only half elf, my dad is a bosmer” she sighed.

Hadvar cocked his head “...oh you're the daughter of that huntsman, Markus right? You brew potions” he sighed in relief “you’ve saved a lot of lives with your healing and cure disease potions”, “you know who I am?” Matti gawked, completely shocked by his answer. “Well yeah, everyone knew, I don’t think anyone realized you were a half-elf though” he laughed.

“That’s a good thing, it's best if no one knows” she sighed, “why's that?” Hadvar pondered, Matti wondered if she should tell him the reasons why she hides from the world.

“...The…the Thalmor” she sighed “they will come after me”, “why would they do that?”, “The Thalmor believe in elven supremacy, any impure children are…purged”, Hardware and Ralof starred in stunned silence, “Gods…I” Hadvar gasped, “they are truly monsters” Ralof sighed.

They traveled further down the mountain paths “Bleak Falls Barrow, it’s the ruin up there on the mountain, uhg it gives me the creeps, when I was a boy at night I had nightmares of draugr coming down the mountain to get me in my sleep” Hadvar shuttered as he pointed to the great ruin on the mountain side.

They stopped at three ancient stones to take a break from walking and to drink from their waterskins, who knew near death experiences could make you so parched? “These are the guardian stones, 3 of the 13 ancient stones that dot the landscape, you should choose one” Ralof pointed them out to Matti as they sat by them.

Thief. Mage. Warrior.

“I’ve always wanted to be a mage, to wield the powers of aethereus at my fingertips!” Matti said as she touched the stone with the picture of a powerful wizard on it.

It glowed brightly and a beacon of light was cast forth into the heavens from the stone.

“Mage eh?...well to each their own” Ralof shrugged, “you ever consider joining the college up in Winterhold?” Hadvar asked her as they passed by a rushing river full of wild jumping salmon, “I HAVE!” Matti excitedly beamed...but then frowned “but…my college savings were in the house when the dragon attacked…I can’t get to them now…

“It’s not that expensive…is it?” Ralof pondered, “the cost is mostly for supplies, room and food are free” Matti replied “still…that's 30,000 septims down the drain…”, Hadvar gasped “THAT MUCH?”, “magic shit is expensive” Matti shrugged “why do you think I GROW my OWN alchemy supplies?”.

Riverwood was a scenic and serene place, a little town like Helgen but was built by a gorgeous rushing river, the mill was not too far from Hadvar’s uncle’s house so they dropped Hadvar off at his uncle Alvor’s.

 As Matti and Ralof headed over to talk to Gurder Ralof turned to Matti “I liked how you were able to talk to Hadvar back there, get him and I to see past the war when there was a real threat to be handled”, Matti grinned and shrugged “well…thanks?”, Ralof sighed “you know you should come to Windhelm, help Ulfric free the Empire from the Thalmor”.

Matti paused, she and her father usually stayed out of the war…

But Ralof had a point…

Gurder was utterly shocked by the news, her and Hod were scared beyond belief and rightly worried…

“the Jarl needs to know of this, he needs to send guards to Riverwood we are defenseless” Gurder shuttered “I don’t know what I’d do against a Dragon”.

“Have you seen anyone else come this way?” Matti asked her “any other survivors?”, Gurder pondered “there was an Elven man in leather armor being carried by a Khajiit caravan to Whiterun, he was hurt badly”, Matti panicked “THAT’S MY DAD!” she shrieked. 

“They must have taken him to the temple of Kynareth for healing” Mattilda turned to Gurder “I’ll go, I’ll go to Whiterun and make sure Balgruf sends whatever troops he can and hopefully find my father there”.

“Thank you but before you go you should have a meal and get some rest, the sleeping giant inn has food and warm beds” Gurder said as she handed her 50 septums “and thank you again for saving my brother”, Mattilda chuckled “well he saved me first”.

Mattilda walked over to the inn, a large and long building just next to the riverwood trader.

It was getting late and her body was already sore from the day’s events, her magicka was slowly recharging and she desperately needed a nap. 

“What’s on the menu?” he asked Orgnar the bartender, “here it’s all we got, you missed the dinner rush, sorry” he said as he handed her a small plate. A hunk of cheese, a slice of bread, a grilled pheasant breast, a bowl of snowberry sauce and an apple sat on it, “thank you” Mattilda said as she paid the man 8 gold for the meal.

She sat down and used her iron dagger to cut up the cheese, pheasant and apple. “Gods I’am starving” Matti groaned as she took a bite from the slices of crisp green fruit. Mattilda layered the cheese and pheasant slices onto the slice of bread and slathered it in the snowberry sauce. It was a pretty good meal for being so cheap. “Can I get an Ale?” she asked Orgnar, “no Ale right now but we have this honningbrew mead stuff, it’s pretty good if you ask me”, he gave her a small tankered of fizzy amber mead.

Mattilda tasted it, it was sweet and crisp and had a faint flavor of lavender to it “WOW DAMN” she gawked “you weren’t kidding this is good!”

Mattilda paid for her room and settled down for the night, she eased out of her makeshift robes and tossed them onto the bed, she looked at them compared to the real robes she had gotten from the skeleton…

The handmade robes she once wore were sloppily sewn together and were a patchwork of fabrics, coarse gray burlap, frayed stained white cotton and ugly old brown wool. 

The real robes, the actual mages robes were of a high quality linen, even though these were just novice robes they were still refined and beautiful.

Lush cotton-silk fabric blend dyed a soft periwinkle blue with golden yellow trim and an off-white cream sash of cashmere, even if they were but novice robes…they were now HER novice robes.

 She slipped them on, they were a little big for her but with some adjustments…namely a belt…they’d fit like a glove. She counted out her septims, 700 gold lined her coin purse, she thought about it…

Perhaps the trader would have some old spell books lying around?

.

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[underneathestars]

9 people you want to get to know better

Tagged by @ndostairlyrium <3

Last Song: Young & Unsure by Racing Glaciers. I was taking a shower and I put their Caught in the Strange album on for the first time (I didn't know them before, it's like one of those groups you discover through certain playlists or the Discover Weekly on Spotify) and I'm pretty sure it'll go straight to my favs.

Currently Watching: Uhm, there are a few shows I was watching but a lot depends on what I'm focused on a the moment, the last one was Sailor Moon Crystal (to this day I'm still shocked my parents forbade me to watch SM when I was a kid, claiming it was "too violent"… jeez), but I also just finished Brooklyn 99 (it's so good ;;)

Currently Reading: I'm VERY SLOWLY making progress with Mass Effect Andromeda Uprising because as much as I love reading sci-fi stuff and Mass Effect related stuff I unfortunately find it a very boring read (don't know if it's the translation in my language - uhg - or what). Currently waiting to read: the next chapter of a certain VERY GOOD fic (@ndostairlyrium I'm looking at you, dear)

Current Obsession: Oh boy, I just discovered visual novels and I went and downloaded Our life: Beginnings & Always and though I know it's a very fleeting obsession, I wanna play it all the time ;; it's so sweet, inclusive and wholesome, and most importantly, it feeds my toxic trait (escapism, lmao). I'm altready sad I'm about to complete it. Then there are ever lasting obsessions but we leave them for another time lol

If anyone wants to be tagged like this post and I'll tag you right away <3

[harrywavycurly]

OMG LOVIE! The last part!

Hiiii babes!!! Ahhh right?? I was too excited I couldn’t wait to post it tomorrow so I gave it to y’all early and uhg…I love happy endings!!!😭💖

Us now that Reader and Dacre are living together and are just happy and in love:

[writinandcrying]

REBLOGING THIS AGAIN CUZ IMAGINE IF READER GETS REALLY CONFIDENT AND R E A L L Y TEASES BACK ABFBGNDKSKEIJE!! i hope you don’t mind this but uhg this scenario scratched a part of my brain REAL good, this will probably suck ass but anyways AHEM AHEM-

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“You are lucky you are cute” you offered as a simple reply after his eleventh (wink wink) attempt of the day, once again excusing you from the scene, leaves him be for his next attempt, but something called your attention, his reaction was something completely different from your past interactions, that alone makes you realize Mikey probably has never been flirted with, he always did the work, but someone rizzing him up? Oh no, that’s new ground, and slowly, you become very Interested into making him be the center of this teasing match

Pucker up babe, flutter those little eyelashes, grace a gentle smile, and you already know you will catch his attention eventually, won’t you?

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“Do you like what you see, angelcakes?” Mikey looks down at you at the sofa, admiring him while skateboarding and trying tricks wasnt new, but getting “caught” always made you blush in return, a little light bulb lights up since have discovered the flustered side of Mikey, time to make a different approach

“You know I always do”

*cue for Mikey having the greatest skateboard accident the whole lair has ever seen*

Leo is Not. Pleased. Donnie and Raph on the other hand? Having the time of their life. Watched countlessly the security tapes back and worth for the past 15 minutes

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“Hold my hand babe, I’m nervous” your tangerine turtle playfully hides his face over the side of your neck, slightly treambling as Donnie patched a few of his scratches after his (or maybe yours) incident took a few minutes ago, trying to snatch a few giggles from you by playing around, much to D’s dismay

He allows himself to breath in slowly, Your scent alone could keep him distracted, oooh if it wasn’t for you turning your face towards him as your breath ghosts his cheek bones,

“just a little longer, you can’t take it, can’t you?” jokily reassured him, what you didn’t expect was to see a pair of bright blue eyes looking at you, shocked with what he just heard

“don’t forget I’m still here. Please” a unpleasant long sign was enough for you two start shaking with laugher until the second youngest finished his job

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maybe it’s for the best to have some down time for the rest of the night right?, how about you two play a video game? You love how enthusiastic he is while playing with his favorite character, you can listen him ramble for hours over random facts and cool tricks they can do

“Oh, sorry babes, I got carried away” Mikey blushes as he scratches he nape of his neck after noticing your eyes blinking slower than used to “no worries, I’m gonna shut up now” he shoots you an apologetic smile, the last thing he wants it’s for you to get tired or sleepy over his nerdy ass monologue

“Don’t. I love hearing about it, your voice is very soothing to me” you didn’t even try this time, just sliped out, seeing Mikey suppress a honest giggle was enough for you to let out one of your own, it’s true tho, he’s so cute when excited

“I don’t think I can focus with you looking me like that” Mikey playfully tucks his invisible hair behind his invisible ears, don’t worry ladies and gentlemen, Mc Mikey’s back

“It’s just you and me here, don’t shy away, baby”

“OH MY GOD- Y/NNN, STOPPPPP”

“Yeah. stop it.”

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By the end of the night, you two are a bit beat with the amount teasing, although there was a mutual vibe in the air that this was a night to remember, a little feeling that both of you were too afraid to name it and yet more so to let go, something shifted between the two of you and you knew this was just the beginning, so, what’s the best way to end just a delightful evening? Pizza, of course, duh

You were pretty set to call it a night, until Mikey decided to do the unimaginable, demonstrate the greatest act of service and consideration ever to know by mutant-turtle-kind

The last slice.

He wanted for you to have the last slice of pizza

His. Last. slice!

Huge. step. For Mikey. and he didn’t even register it! For him, it was just natural for him to do so, you were the angelcakes, of course you can have the last slice!

“You gonna give it to me? Really? Damn Mikey“ you could either chuckle, blush, cast your eyes away for a moment, anything really, the only thing you couldn’t do is let this opportunity slide. From that moment, you knew anything would make him weak at this point. And you were determined to make him lose it

Mikey holds his breath as you come near him, so painfully slowly whipping a smudge of food on the corner of his lip while making eye contact, holding it for god know how long, caressing his cheeks and chin for a bit. Tonight, you were more than daring enough, you not only admired his lips as you barely touch his bottom lip, you lick yours or slightly bit it.

Before Mikey could even react, you stood up, took a glorious bite of the pizza, while still maintain eye contact, you whispered

“You are down bad, aren’t you?”

*wink*

And That’s it He’s dead.

A request to fill the (bay) Mikey well, perhaps? We can see he's quick to flirt and be cheeky, but what about a reader that's not used to that, so instead of the typical eye roll reaction hes used to, it actually flusters them?

anon-chan. you get me.

i have been highkey vibrating about this ask ever since it showed up in my askbox. let’s gooooo

It starts as an experiment.

He noticed it right away. Literally at your first meeting. All he did was call you ‘angelcakes’ and you immediately looked away with a bright red face. Honestly it takes him aback a bit. He had never gotten that reaction before.

So he takes a page from Donnie’s book and starts to experiment. Was it a nickname thing, or would a wink elicit the same response? He finds out that winking makes you blush and lower your eyes. What about a flirty line? He has to hold back a laugh when his “If you were a fruit, you’d be a fine-apple!” is met with you simply walking out of the room.

So what starts as an experiment turns into a game. How many times can he get you to blush in a one hour period without you getting exasperated and leaving? His record is ten, but he hopes to surpass that. Can he get you to lose your train of thought mid-sentence by blowing you a kiss or running a hand down your arm? Yes and yes! Can he make you stutter by staring at your lips while you talk? Oh absolutely.

Slowly, without him really noticing, the game takes over more and more of his life. He finds himself thinking about it at the oddest times, like when he’s in the middle of playing a video game or jerking off. He spends hours coming up with new pickup lines, ones more tailored to you. He still loves to see you blush, but prefers it when he catches you holding back a smile. He finds himself aiming more and more for that smile, becoming addicted to the elated feeling it gives him.

He finally notices on the day you strike back. He’s dropped another line and is basking in the satisfaction of your blush (number 10 baby, and he has a whole ten minutes to get number 11!) when you take a deep breath and turn back to him. Your blush is somehow darker, your eyes are lowered, and you are wringing your hands. He immediately feels guilty, and he opens his mouth to apologize and say he’ll stop teasing you, but you beat him to the punch.

“I-If you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber.” You immediately turn around and speed walk out of the room, too flustered to even look at him. If you had, you would have seen him frozen in place, jaw dropped, hand stretched out towards you.

Mikey wonders, suddenly, if he might have played himself.

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