Trying To Find Fics And Scrolling Thru The Tag Only To See Like 15 Spam Posts Of Bootyholes Wtf

trying to find fics and scrolling thru the tag only to see like 15 spam posts of bootyholes wtf

ahhh ina ٩ ˊᗜˋ can we please take a moment to cherish mike’s curls? they’re not talked about enough !

i have had this huge need to run my hands through his hair the moment he appeared on the screen… there’s just something about those curls omg,, wanna play with them, scratch his calm and hear him purr in my hands, melt his body against mine, roll one of his locks on my fingers… pull at them :3 i’m so obsessed with mike’s hair UGH

mmm omg yes HIS HAIR. at first, mike seems a little flustered feeling your fingertips threading through his dark curls because let’s be honest — he doesn’t give it much care it really deserves. then when you begin to do it more and more, mike goes out of his way to get some expensive-looking shampoo and conditioner to make it even more enjoyable for you, because softer and properly cared hair is better right ? at least that’s what he believes.

now he’s just completely zen when you play with his hair. slowly closing his eyes and yes unintentionally PURRING when your fingers graze a certain part of his scalp. he’s even fell asleep when your finger looped into one of his curls because he liked it that much. when he’s awake though, he makes sure to focus on your comforting touches — blinking rapidly every once in awhile when you compliment how soft his hair is. yeah, he just thankful he has a head full of hair for you to play with (っ- ‸ - ς) ♡

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 & 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐬

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Me waiting for more content for my favourite character/s:

Steve would twist open the water bottle/open your can before giving it to you <3

i am on my hands and knees begging for a christmas mike fic. like just the sweetest most tooth rotting fluff. showing him and abby your traditions because they didn’t really get to experience their own (😭😭), getting matching sweaters, baking cookies and decorating the tree and being all cute and romantic because it’s the best time of year i’m literally blushing

"here, baby," you wrestle through the plastic bag on the floor, pulling out a long-sleeve of a set of striped pajamas that are much smaller than the matching sets thrown in there. "this one's yours, my love," you toss over the matching pants in abby's direction.

mike fumbles with his grip around the clunky santa claus mug in hold, and curls a leg underneath him when he finds a spot next to you on the couch. "i'm not wearing that."

the fingertips of his free hand tickle at your shoulder and you shy away from the ghostly embrace, already keen on handing him his own set of pjs. "too bad i didn't ask your opinion. go put it on. i'll hold your coffee."

abby's already barreling out from her bedroom, too-long pant legs bunched up around her ankles and sleeves scrunched around her elbows. she throws her arms up in a gleeful display. "ta-da!" she twirls per your instruction, content to flaunt the green and red stripes that mike is already scowling about.

"you look great, peanut!" you coo with a laugh, turning your attention away from the young girl so she can dig through your tub of old tree ornaments, careful about the various pins that may prick her tiny fingers. "and i think your brother would look so great too. mike, go put them on."

mike's eyes narrow before he's shoving his hot beverage into your hands, nearly sloshing the murky brown over the edges. you press back a smile, containing your bubbling excitement so as to not deter his sudden rush of obedience. he hauls his shirt off his back, tossing it over in abby's direction before she's whining about how he stinks.

"that's a clean shirt!" he argues, pulling on the festive long-sleeve. "and this is.. not even a shirt. this is a straight jacket."

"oh you're fine," you grouse, leaning over to find your own. "now go get your pants on, i want to start decorating the tree soon."