#serotonin boost for the rest of the day

[rjshope]

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[sturnsbae]

heyyy can you write smth about matt calling the reader "my baby" in podcasts, videos and even in front of their families without caring who's around?

MY BABY - MATT STURNIOLO

warning: very very soft matt, so if you’re not into pure fluff then this story is not for you!!

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matt never fails to express his love for you. he’s so passionate about loving you, and making sure you know that. one day around the beginning of your guys’ relationship he had accidentally let a new nickname slip, and you fell in love with it.

you were wrapped in his arms cuddled up in his bed as both of you were dozing off. “i love you. you’re my baby,” matt had groggily let slip out of his mouth. the corners of your lips had turned up when he said this.

“i love that nickname,” you had said. so then it became yours. all yours.

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the guys are recording a podcast episode on happiness and your name is brought up per usual. matt’s face lights up immediately and a big smile appears on his face.

“oh yeah she’s a huge form of my happiness. it’s like an instant serotonin boost whenever she’s around, she’s my baby.” he smiles, not at all ashamed that both of his brothers are around, as well as all of the viewers who will be listening to the podcast episode.

“it’s so cute that you call her that,” nick smiles in awe.

“it’s disgusting nick, don’t lie to him,” chris groans.

“shut up chris, you’re just mad that you’re single,” matt retorts.

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matt’s phone rests on the center console of the car facing with the screen up. he’s in the middle of talking to nick when he feels a buzz and notices his screen light up out of the corner of his eye. his head turns and he notices that it’s a snapchat from you.

he grabs his phone and leans back in his chair as nick and chris bicker, opening the photo from you and immediately blushing. he bites the insides of his cheeks to prevent a smile, but ultimately fails when chris calls him out on his so called “antisocial” behavior.

“dude get off your phone, stop being antisocial! we’re filming!” chris rolls his eyes.

matt shuffles to put his phone away, not enjoying the sudden spotlight on him. “sorry sorry, i was just snapping my babyyyy,” he sing-songs to piss chris off.

“ew dude! i hate couples,” chris huffs and crosses his arms as he slides down in the passenger seat.

“you’re just mad that matt is cheating on you with y/n,” nick chuckles from the back seat.

“you know what, you’re right!” chris says as he sits up and gets close to the camera shaking his finger at it, “you know what y/n! i’m matt’s passenger princess not you! and i was his baby first too!”

“oh my god,” matt laughs and rolls his eyes playfully at his brothers antics.

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you were visiting his parents in boston for the first time, and you were beyond nervous to say the least. it was such a nerve wracking feeling to be meeting the most important people in his life besides you and his brothers.

“they’re gonna love you, y/n. you’re my baby, they know how much i love you. they’re gonna love you just as much, maybe even more!” matt reassures you as you both walk a few paces behind his brothers in the airport.

you give matt a nervous smile as you both approach the car where both of his parents are waiting in the pickup line. mary lou quickly gets out of the car and hurries to hug her boys, before approaching you and matt with a big smile.

“hi sweetie,” she smiles to matt

“mom, meet my baby y/n!” matt smiles as mary lou wraps you in a tight hug.

“it’s so nice to meet you, mrs sturniolo,” you smile.

“oh please honey, call me mary lou,” she smiles at you. you then walk off towards the trunk and put your bag into it. as you walk off, mary lou turns to matt, “now i see why you call her that. she’s such a sweet and pretty girl. you did good, matt.”

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i’m sooo sorry if this is bad it was so rushed 😭

[mayawakening]

Hera, Ahsoka, Zeb and Chopper sitting around the table, griping.

Ahsoka: The vibe in here has been such a downer lately, all the others feel so tense and moody. I can't get Rex to go anywhere for fun.

Zeb: Yeah, Kal's been all dark and grumbly the last few days and 'Bine wont come out of her room.

Chopper: Whomp Whumpp, Whop

Hera: Chop, why would zapping Ezra make him feel better? But you're right, Kanan's been napping a lot too.

All: *Grumble*

Ahsoka: ......Wait, doesn't sunlight boost serotonin levels in humans?

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Kanan: *Being dragged out of the Ghost* Hera, please be reasonable.

Hera: Nope, you are banned from the ship for the rest of the day.

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Kallus: *Being hauled out into the light by a very smug Zeb* *Angry raccoon noises*

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Rex: *Suddenly force-shoved halfway across field* Do you REALLY need to keep doing that???

Ahsoka: *Smiling innocently* Yep.

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Sabine: *Angrily stalks out of ship on her own with the faint sound of screaming behind her* Ezra, come on!! If I have to be out here, so do you!!

Ezra: *Shrieking* FINE, I'll GO, now stop doing that!!

Chopper: *Waves shock arm menacingly at Ezra while giggling maniacally*

[nikkento-writes]

After back-to-back-to-back meetings, you finally emerge from your office at home, stomach grumbling, hungry for the lunch you should have taken over an hour ago. You’ve only got fifteen minutes to spare before yet another conference call. Nanami stopped by earlier for his own lunchbreak before heading off to another mission and you’re sad to have missed him. Hoping to hear his voice even just for a few seconds, you retrieve your phone from your pocket, ready to dial his number. Before you can, you notice a few text messages from him that puts the biggest smile on your face.

There’s lunch for you in the fridge. 

Hope your meetings go well. On a mission the rest of the day, so no access to phone. 

I love you.

You open the fridge and see a plate with plastic wrapped over it, covering the tamago sando he made for you, one of your favorites. A little note in his handwriting is taped to it. Enjoy lunch, sweetheart. I love you.You’ll never get tired of hearing it. The both of you have made it a habit to say it often; with his profession as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, there’s no way to predict if it will ever be the last.

Heart full, you devour the sandwich quickly, snapping a quick shot of the empty plate. You send it to him along with a message of your own. No crumbs left. Thank you for lunch, sweetie. Have a safe mission. I can’t wait to see you at home. I love you so much. This is exactly what you need to get through the rest of your workday.

You end up working overtime to finish some deadlines before the weekend, so by the time your husband returns home, you’re still staring at the computer screen, typing away at your keyboard. When you hear him moving around in the kitchen, you start typing faster, desperate to be done with this and to be held in your husband’s arms. Responses to your emails are going to come in soon, but waiting around for them isn’t going to make you feel any better, so you finally get up from your chair to greet Nanami. He looks tired too, eyes heavy with fatigue, hair ruffled, tie loosened around his neck. His job is exhausting, and you always feel guilty complaining about yours when he constantly risks his life for his.

He's sat on the couch, head leaned back, eyes closed as if he’s ready for a nap. When he hears you approaching, he opens his eyes, smiling as soon as he sees you, the weariness in his expression almost disappearing completely. “Hi sweetheart,” he says, patting the spot beside him. “Done with work?”

You sit down, resting your head on his shoulder. He’s warm, always is, and you bask in it, an instant serotonin boost. “Almost. Just a few more minutes. Waiting for some emails.”

He kisses your forehead, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “I’m sure you can check them on Monday.”

You yawn, closing your eyes without really meaning to. “They might have some questions – ”

He guides you down onto his lap, letting you use him as a pillow, stroking your head gently. “You can answer them next week.” His voice is soft and soothing, like a lullaby coaxing you into the most peaceful slumber. He knows all the ways to put you at ease, to make you forget about deadlines and projects and emails that you think can’t wait but actually can. Because getting to do this with him means he’s home, safe and sound. Alive.

You’re asleep now, already snoring, his hand still petting you softly. The distinct sound of an email notification pings from your office, but nobody budges, especially not Nanami. He smiles down at you, watching your sleeping form, enjoying the way your body rises and falls with every steady breath you take. He gets to sit here and be with you like this. Emails, deadlines, curses, overtime. Nothing even matters but you.

[riki-dazed]

puppy!tak

sfw + nsfw under cut. puppy intak > everything else · requested

puppy!tak whose love language is physical touch. he needs to be in physical contact with you at all times, whether that'd be cuddling up against you or resting his head in your lap

puppy!tak whose radiant, loving energy rubs off onto everyone he meets and talks to. hanging out with him gives anyone an instant boost of serotonin

puppy!tak who cries with you when you're upset. he's an amazing listener who will always offer a sympathetic ear when you need someone to talk to

puppy!tak who loves having your hands in his hair. play with the strands, pet him, ruffle his hair. just keep your hands in there at all times and he'll be a happy boy

puppy!tak who drags you around shopping with him all day. he gets so incredibly excited when he finds pieces he thinks would suit you well, he'd rush you into fitting rooms, and shower you in compliments non-stop

puppy!tak who loves showering your face in kisses, he loves leaving you a giggling mess

puppy!tak who loves playing with your fingers and always compares the size of your hands, giggling at how adorable yours look next to his

NSFW

puppy!tak who ruts against your thigh to get off when you're too sleepy for sex

puppy!tak who loves nothing more than when you shower him in praises as he fucks into you. always remind him of how much of a good boy he is, he can never get enough

puppy!tak who gets hard every time the two of you spoon

puppy!tak who will have you anywhere, anytime. whenever you start feeling like you need him, rest assured that he's ready to go too. from fucking on your bed, on the floor, a public restroom or change rooms.. anywhere is perfect for him

puppy!tak whose stamina is through the roof. sex can last all night if the two of you were feeling up to it.. short breaks between multiple rounds, hours on end

puppy!tak who would fail miserably when you brought up wanting to try cockwarming. how could you ever expect his needy little self to stay still..

puppy!tak who loves exploring and trying new things in the bedroom. whether that'd be new positions or kinks, "you don't know if you don't like it if you haven't tried it", a saying he lives by

...

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[cyverrieee]

[2] COSPLAYER!YUU WHO ARRIVED IN TWISTED WONDERLAND... WHILE IN COSPLAY

GIF BY @/SUGARFROTH

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01 ➳ FINALLY GOT PART TWO...

I can rest easy now..

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ᴏɴᴇ ᴜɴғᴀɪᴛʜғᴜʟ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛᴡɪsᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ! ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏsᴘʟᴀʏ. ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅʟʏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀs ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs ɢᴀᴢᴇ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ...

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ᴋᴀʟɪᴍ ᴀʟ-ᴀsɪᴍ

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Oh? You're stuck in Twisted Wonderland wearing Kalim's cosplay? The sunshine of the whole game? Haha good luck! (Just kidding)

Kalim definitely had like ALOT of questions... "Where did you get my wig?" "Oh did you make my outfit by yourself?" "Oh my god! You made my jewelry!" And that sorta stuff. Kalim might wear that outfit your wearing to compare and squeal because you two are matching.

Speaking of Kalim, Since Kalim got a boost at serotonin at your arrival. It basically gave Jamil more of a headache, everyday he has to pray to the seven to make him through the day with a bombarding pain in the head. But rest assure, he does find your Kalim cosplay nice (You might not have the same level lf energy as Kalim, but its better. And he secretly likes the outfit shh-)

Kalim will basically cling around you at break, basically trying to get you know better! Jamil wont mind as long as you keep him under control (give him a break please. Its been like that since 17 years)

Will give you the finest fabric materies, wigs, accessories, makeup—you name it, he'll buy it! He just wants to see you cosplaying. He might even ask you if he can cosplay with you! Its seems really fun :D

Jamil can finally get a break! *Trumpet noises and confetti*

When Kalim saw you WITHOUT your cosplay, he finds it amazing how you do your makeup and hid some of your features. Will ask you if you could use him as a makeup mannequin

Professional catfisher goes by again...

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ᴠɪʟ sᴄʜᴏᴇɴʜᴇɪᴛ

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HOW MAGNIFIQUE! I swear you will hear Rook start praising your cosplay. Vil will find it amazing, leaving small compliments every now and then.

You and Vil teach other more makeup techniques when you do each other's makeup. Rook also spying in because he wants to see this beautiful moment.

Vil also gives you some accessories that the cosplayer missed or something. Some additionals if hes interested in adding, Cue Rook complimenting you even more!

Rook calls you Roi de S'habiller, because of your ability to cosplay. He'll ask you to cosplay him (if you agree on it).

Epel thinks your Vil cosplay is nice as long as you don't act like him. Your impressions of him are impressive he wont lie. Maybe its too good that he almost gaslighted himself into thinking its the Real Vil... (Might give you some of his makeup that he doesnt really use... If Vil doesnt notice...)

Vil sees you without your cosplay, he'll definitely compliment your looks. Also might try to put some makeup on you again, he keeps putting random serums and moisturizers on your face while he tells you about it. He's having a field day with it (Now you know Epel's suffering)

Go Roi de S'habiller!!!!

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ɪᴅɪᴀ sʜʀᴏᴜᴅ

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He's fragile on the spot. His legs started to get weak, he vomits out of pure shock (/j)

Hes having a meltdown just seeing you cosplay him! Ortho has to try to calm down his excited ALOT. If you have someone (cosplah buddy) that cosplays Ortho, Idia will also expload in happiness while Ortho will be happy in a way.

If you somehow designed your Ipad case to look like his own, you have dedication i swear! Even Idia himself doesnt have the motivation like that. He praises and respects you! He basically admires you! He literally is so shock that you just walk around in anime conventions looking like him!

He'll definitely ask you if you could cosplay with him, better say yes!

Hes having so many emotions cascading through his veins that he stopped working... Will ask you to do his makeup, he feels like you're better at it than him. Maybe if he got a small boost of confidence— he might take a photo with you both in cosplay.

Of course, Idia knows that youre a cosplayer and you dont actually look like that. He wont lie, you are pretty without your cosplays on (Ortho agrees too!). Hes having a lot of fun with you because hes not the only otaku around anymore! (Ortho's glad his brother has a friend now)

Professional catfisher goes vrrrooom!!

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ᴍᴀʟʟᴇᴜs ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏɴɪᴀ

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Oh? You're cosplaying Malleus? Hah! Prepare for Sebek's obnoxious loud speeches how it's so disrespectful to dress up (i doubt Sebek knows the word "cosplay" and just refers to it as "dress up") as his liege. Lilia will just laugh at the scene while Silver questions or sleeps through it, but really— Malleus appreciates the efforts you put into that cosplay. More time goes by, Sebek MIGHT warm up to your cosplay and admire it too! But he will never say that.

Lilia will also ask you how you manage to make Malleus' features, while you rant about the process you made to make his features (like his horns). Sebek might listen in, i mean— its Malleus we're talking here of course he'll be here.

Malleus does compliment your labour on the outfit, he knows that his clothes are complicated (even if its just his normal casual attire). Will spice your outfit more by putting some magical features here and there! Oh is your cape suddenly floating,, i wonder who put that there hm?

Lilia enjoys your cosplays, he asks if he could cosplay with you or make him a cosplay. Now you got two gremlins together doing dress up in a different font.

Silver likes your cosplay, hes sleepy so he doesnt get much out of it soo he's just there.

Malleus seeing you without your cosplay, hes impressed with your makeup skills at hiding your features. makeup is just a tool use for people to shapeshift at this point. Praises your beauty, definitely deserved that :)

Professional catfisher goes at it, SLAY

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➥ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ? ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴏʀ ʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ʜᴇʜᴇ!

! ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ! ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀᴛ ғᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢʟʏ !

ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ sᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ!

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ!

[hyukasprettygirl]

fate?

characters: idol!sunghoon x fem!reader. word count: 3.8k summary: you believed in fate all your life. well, sorta. it wasn’t until you encountered the same boy in a prada store you previously met eyes with while he was performing on stage. (yes it’s a cheesy, cliche, storyline but hear me out on this please!!) warnings: nsfw mdni! secret relationship (kinda), reader feels like she’s not good enough, first time sex, softish dom!sunghoon, lots of praise, he calls you princess, darling, baby, and some other stuff, breast play, oral (f receiving), spit play kinda, unprotected sex, gets a bit rough, squirting, cursing, facial author’s note: this is my first fic, i got bored and thought to give it a try so i’m sorry if it sucks !! also i literally wrote this on my notes app so beware of grammar mistakes. pls don't steal my work either.

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it all seemed so unreal to you. i mean, you were secretly meeting up with park sunghoon from enhypen, of course it seemed unreal. everything happened so quickly and you thought you were crazy for believing that he wanted you at the time.

it was your first time getting barricade tickets to a concert, you were excited. you’ve never been so close to the boys because every concert you’ve been to you were usually sitting in the 100s level, never floor. you had no expectation of actually receiving interactions with them, it was amazing just to be able to see them so close and actually pick apart their faces. the adrenaline and the serotonin boost that you get when the lights begin to dim a bit and the fans crowding around you and screaming is indescribable. however, this is nothing compared to when the boys began to rise up onto stage, the stage lights hitting their faces and illuminating their angelic faces perfectly. 

it all felt like a dream, you couldn’t begin to process that they were real. their real voices echoing throughout the arena, and though it seemed impossible, they looked even more beautiful in person. it wasn’t until they began to walk down the stage towards the center area that you could process everything. you didn’t even realize how loudly you were cheering, it felt like an instinct. you were able to make eye contact with them, you felt so close to them. the concert, well technically sound check, felt somehow personal to you. 

the feeling of waving at each of the members felt amazing. you could feel their excitement as well. but, it felt a little different with one of the members when he finally made his way towards your section where you were standing. park sunghoon. the energy he gave off towards you, the eye contact he made felt more personal than ever. the way he looked back at you even after he began to walk away felt almost as if he saw you differently than the other fans. almost like he wanted you. 

you felt crazy for thinking this. delusional almost. were you imagining things? it was impossible for park sunghoon to feel desire for you, you were just a fan like everyone else. but the feeling felt so real. the way your heart beat faster when you made eye contact with him. the way your face heated up. the rest of the concert continued like this. of course, sunghoon made his rounds and delivered fan service to everyone else. but it felt so different with you. the way he made eye contact with you during the songs. it felt as though it were just you and him at times. no, this was actually crazy. it’s just fan service and surely everyone else felt the same way somehow.

once the concert came to a close you tried not to think too hard about it. but you couldn’t stop. that night at your hotel you barely got any sleep, thinking about the connection you felt with park sunghoon. was it all just in your head? 

well clearly it wasn’t. the next day you had plans to go around L.A. and shop and eat tons of different food. 

you made your way towards a shopping mall first. you walked around and mindlessly looked through some clothes. you walked around for a bit until a beautiful necklace caught your eyes in the prada store window. you had to get a closer look so you marched your way inside and also looked at everything else they had. 

rings, bracelets, necklaces, and perfumes. you stumbled upon another necklace, it also had a pair of matching earrings and a ring to go with it. it was beautiful. until you looked at the price… 

$1270…for that price i better get a free date with park sunghoon too if anything.

you sighed before making your way outside of the store. you wanted to look around for a bit more but what was the point of everything cost an arm and a leg? as you were about to make your way to the exit, you saw a familiar duo looking at some rings on the other side of the store. they were turned around, however, their back profiles and way they dressed seemed all but too familiar to the ones you’ve seen on their videos…

it couldn’t be…

curiously, you walked towards them a bit just to get a closer look. however, one of them drew their gaze away from the rings and towards you. and there he was again. 

park fucking sunghoon. 

that same feeling from the concert began to kick in again. the feeling of your heart about to explode out of your chest. you froze immediately when you made eye contact once again. 

did he recognize you? what if he thinks i'm some creepy stalker? i should just leave… why am i not leaving??

suddenly, his friend jake caught on as well and it was two against one (and not in the way you wish). jake gave a warm smile, he must’ve known you were a fan or something. you had to say something! you couldn’t just stand there like a weirdo staring at them…

“umm, you’re enhypen right?” that was so dumb! out of everything you could come up with and that's what you blurt out?

you panicked, the silence was killing you.

“wait…you look familiar…” jake finally broke the silence. thank goodness. but there’s no way he recognizes me…

“ahah yeah i was at your concert last night! front row!” you said in a slightly awkward tone. literally what are you supposed to say when you’re met with jake and sunghoon?

“that’s the girl i told you about, remember?” sunghoon whispered to jake, almost inaudibly. 

were you hearing things right?? did sunghoon just say he told jake about me? maybe i wasn’t imagining things last night after all. 

you stood there frozen as the boys whispered to each other for a bit in korean that you couldn’t understand. suddenly they stopped and looked at you, sunghoon took a step forward and gave a soft smile. 

“what’s your name?” he asked, his accent was the cutest thing ever and you couldn’t help but smile. 

“y/n.” you responded, his gaze causing you to go shy and avoid eye contact. jake was gone by now, leaving you two all alone, however, it seemed that he had set things up this way. 

“i’m happy we get to meet again, properly this time,” you were in absolute disbelief of what was happening right now. it was impossible to form words because of the overwhelming feelings. sunghoon took another step forward before breaking the silence between you two, “pick something out. i’ll buy it for you.”

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and that’s how it all started. the secret meet ups. the nda. never in a million years did you ever think you’d sign an nda. and for park sunghoon. out of every idol to exist. your relationship with him was almost too good to be true. well obviously it was true because you were in it. every day feels like a dream with him. every date, his touch, his voice, the words he says to you. how could someone like park sunghoon want me? that one question was the only issue that your relationship had to face (other than keeping it a secret). 

it had always been a feeling you had lingering whenever you hung out, went on dates, anything. you never told him, though, and that was the issue. the feeling only grew stronger until it began to reflect through your actions. one day, sunghoon started noticing it while you were alone in the hotel room that the company had booked, jake (who he was staying with) was out with some of the other members doing whatever they were doing. 

the two of you were cuddling on the bed together, you were laying on his chest while he had his arms wrapped around you, one hand caressing your face and the other holding you tightly to him by the waist. he felt your energy, and something was definitely off. 

“is there something on your mind? i feel like you haven’t been yourself recently and it’s been worrying me. if i did something to hurt you, please tell me.” sunghoon did truly sound worried. and that’s what hurt you the most. you didn’t want him to worry. you just wanted to be the best for him and you felt as if you were far from what he deserved. 

“it’s nothing… i’ve just been a little tired.” you lied, well sorta. you were tired a little bit but that wasn’t the reasoning behind the way you’ve been acting. sunghoon could tell. he always knew when something was wrong and when you were lying about something. he adjusted himself and turned towards you, resting his elbow on the pillow and his head on the palm of his hand. he reached out his other free hand and brushed some hair out of your face.

“i know when something’s wrong baby, i know you’re not just tired.” his voice was soft and soothing. you sighed and tried to find the words to describe what you were feeling. “i can’t help you if i don’t know what’s wrong, please tell me.” sunghoon pleaded once more before moving his hand to caress your cheek some more. you looked up into his eyes which were already on you.

“i feel like…i don’t deserve you.” you paused and broke the eye contact that was once being held. “you’re…you. and i’m just me i guess. i just want to be better for you and-“ you felt your voice begin to break. sunghoon immediately pulled you in and held you against his chest. his heart was beating fast. he held you close to him and brushed his fingers through your hair gently before speaking.

“y/n, you are everything i could want and more. i don’t want or need anyone else. only you,” he reassures you. he takes a deep breath before continuing, “sometimes, i think it’s fate. between us,” he paused and then laughed softly at his own words. “it sounds stupid i know, but the first time i laid eyes on you at that concert i felt a connection, i know you felt it too,” he pulled away and looked at you in your eyes, slightly puffy from crying. he had to admit it he thought you were so pretty like this. being vulnerable to him. he wiped a tear and gave your forehead a soft kiss. you smiled and let out a sigh of relief. sunghoon always had a way with words. he always knew what to say to make you feel better. 

“thank you stinky,” you two giggled at the nickname you called him. you two always had an awkward thing with sappy moments like that. it’s what happens when two awkward people like you two end up together. it wasn’t like you didn’t have them and didn’t like having them, it was always just that someone usually changed the mood to something more relaxed or humorous.   

once the two of you cheered up, he gave you a soft kiss on the lips. his hand holding you by the back of the head and the other holding your waist. he pulled away and you smiled, looking up into his eyes that always had that same sparkle in them. it wasn’t too long until he leaned in again to give you another kiss, but this time, it was deeper, more passionate, and longer. it was the kiss that made you melt into his touch. your hands found their way to the collar of his white button up to pull him in closer. the soft innocent kiss from before slowly turned into something more intense. 

sunghoon adjusted himself to hover above you, without breaking the kiss. he grabbed your hands from the collar of his shirt and held them on above your head, interlocking his fingers with yours. he pulled away, breathless. admiring how flushed your cheeks were, your cloudy eyes, and swollen lips. his hair brushed against your forehead while his necklace dangled slightly in front of your face. you remembered that necklace from the first time you had met at the prada store. your brain went foggy at the sight of him. he was your weakness and he knew that. you two have made out before but that was it, however it mostly due to interruptions. right now, with him, you were free of any. 

“is this okay?” sunghoon always made sure to check in with you no matter what you were doing. he asked before holding your hand, before kissing you. he always made sure you felt comfortable. you gave a nod, it was more than okay. you wanted him, and he wanted you. he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your jaw, then progressively placing more aggressive kisses onto your neck, sucking and nibbling leaving marks that you’ll definitely have to cover up later. 

your breathing got heavier as sunghoon trailed down to your exposed collarbone, leaving more marks and attacking your sensitive skin. you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan when you felt him slowly begin to grind against your clothed heat. 

“s-sunghoon…” you whined and  squirmed as he continued to tease you, still holding your hands down onto the bed with his own. 

“what was that sweetheart?” sunghoon teased, you were frustrated because of how bad you needed him. and he knew that. he began to kiss back up towards your mouth before stopping to admire you. his tone became a bit more serious, “i won’t do anything until you tell me to. but once you do i might not be able to hold back. do you understand princess?” 

you nodded, meeting his intense gaze with your own. “need you so bad hoonie…” your voice sounded more desperate than you had expected. it was almost embarrassing if sunghoon didn’t absolutely adore the way you sounded and looked underneath him. 

“that’s my girl…using your words for me.” he praised. his praises made you weak, a pool of wetness already formed in your panties just from his words and small touches. it was so pathetic. 

sunghoon pressed a long kiss onto your lips before letting go of your hands and slipping his hands underneath your shirt. he gave you a look asking, may i go further? before moving up anymore. you gave him a nod and sat up to make it easier for him to take off your shirt. he tossed it to the side and took a moment to take you in. your bra was a light pink color with a cute bow on it, sunghoon swore he could’ve creamed his pants just by seeing you like that. 

“fuck y/n…” he breathed out as he gently toyed with your soft breasts through your pretty bra. he experimentally squeezed them softly, watching your reactions to find out exactly what you liked. he then reached behind you and unclipped it, he slowly slid it down your arms, watching as your breasts slowly revealed themselves. he nibbled his bottom lip, revealing his fang that drove you insane. 

“play with them for me.” he said suddenly, your cheeks burned up and you hesitantly took one in each hand and started kneading them together. “that’s it…just like that.” sunghoon praised you as he watched you, staring like he was going to eat you alive any second. you bit your lip and maintained eye contact with him as you pinched your nipples, whimpering softly from the sensitivity. sunghoon watched you intensely, loving the way you follow his every instruction and do what your told like a good girl. he then leaned down and took one of your nipples in his mouth and with his other hand massage the other breast. you gasped from the sensation and your hand found its way to sunghoons hair, tugging it a bit as he sucked and nibbled on your nipples. he began to get sloppier and sloppier, leaving trails of saliva across your chest. he pulled away to admire it, the way your nipples glistened and the trails of spit leading from one breast to the other.

you then reached forward and tugged his shirt, signaling you wanted his off now. he chuckled.

“eager aren’t we pretty girl?” you whined and he took off his shirt, revealing the muscles and beautiful build that you wanted to see for so long. you felt yourself get wetter at the sight.

“please…” you pleaded, sunghoon shook his head and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eyes. 

“what did we say about using words, hm?” his grip tightened a little bit but it turned you on so much more when he was more rough with you. 

“want you to touch me…down here…” your words were muffled slightly because of sunghoon’s grip on your jaw and you pointed down to the area between your legs. he let go of your jaw and smiled with content. 

“there you go princess.” he cooed before reaching down and pulling off both your bottoms and your panties. your breath hitched at the feeling of cold air against your soaked cunt and you slightly closed your legs. he clicked his tongue and grabbed them, opening them up for him. “don’t be shy darling, you’re perfect.” he reassured before placing a soft kiss on your lips. 

he pulled away and sat himself between your legs, trailing sloppy, wet kisses down your body and occasionally nibbling and licking at your skin causing you to yelp at the sudden sensations. once he made it down to your pussy he looked up at you for permission, slowly kissing your inner thighs. you looked at him and gave him a nod of permission. 

he began to first gently thumb your aching clit, causing you to gasp at the feeling. he rubbed little circles, watching all of your reactions. he chucked softly when he moved his thumb faster harder, watching you squirm and whine at the teasing. “so cute…” he mumbled before leaning and taking your clit in his mouth and sucking it gently. you mewled at the feeling, bucking your hips into his mouth. he pulled away and licked his lips, tasting your arousal, “you taste so good baby,” he moaned before diving back in to practically make out with your cunt. hooking his hands around your thighs and pulling you in as he eats you out like it’s his last meal. you feel his tongue fuck in and out of you as he looks up at you. his hair in his face and his cheeks flushed pink. he looked so pretty in between your thighs like this. you reached for his dark hair and pulled him in deeper, causing him to moan onto your pussy, creating a new sensation that had you whimpering and fucking yourself against his mouth. 

“m’close! gonna cum soon!” you moaned out, gripping his hair tighter. he hummed onto your pussy as he began to go faster, moving his head side to side, lewd noises of your wetness and him sucking on your clit filled the hotel room. your legs began to shake as you cum in his mouth, your juices streaming out of your cunt and onto his face and bedsheets. you never knew someone could make you feel so good before until now.

he pulls away from your cunny and kisses you deeply. “you taste yourself baby? you taste so good yeah?” his words give you butterflies and you moan into the kiss. sunghoon breaks the kiss and stares into your eyes, “all fucked out already hm? too bad i’m not done with you yet.” sunghoon suddenly flips you on your stomach and pulls your hips up to meet his, your ass on display for him and your back arched perfectly, just the way sunghoon had imagined you so many times by now. you heard the sound of sunghoon taking off his belt and unzipping his pants. you feel his hard dick slap against your ass.

he taps it against your soaked cunt and runs it up against your clit causing you to whimper from the sensitivity. “you feel how hard you made me princess? you did this baby. now you’re gonna take all of it y’understand?” you nod but then feel a slap on your ass, you yelp at the sting. “words.” sunghoon’s voice sounds stern, but god did it it make you need him even more.  

“i-i understand…please i want you to fuck me..” you whine pathetically into the pillow.

“atta girl. that wasn’t so hard now was it?” sunghoon massages the area that he previously slapped before aligning himself. “tell me if it hurts princess.” sunghoon says softly before inching himself in you slowly, you both moaning in sync as you practically suck his length inside of you. you’ve never felt so full, it was like his dick was made for you and you were his perfect cocksleeve. 

“y-you feel so good princess..fuck- gonna move now m’kay?” sunghoon moans as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, hitting deep inside of you each time. his moans were so pretty each time he bottomed out, they drove you crazy. he began to speed up a bit, rubbing against your g-spot every time causing you to whimper. sunghoon reaches for your hair and pulls you up, speeding up even more, your moans getting more and more lewd. “you’re so pretty being fucked from behind like this. you’re my pretty girl yeah? tell me you’re mine baby.”

“i-i’m yours! i-i’m close again sunghoon!” you moan louder than ever, surely whoever is next door knows sunghoon’s name by now. he loves it though, he wants everyone to know who fucks you so good. he lets out a soft whimper as he feels you clench around him. he lets go of your hair and turns you around onto your back and slides back in effortlessly. he takes your legs and puts them over his shoulders, pressing them down close to either side of your head, hitting deeper than ever. both of your loud and desperate moans fill the room as he pounds into you, the skin slapping and your pussy gushing around him sending him over the edge. 

“fuck- y/n m’gonna cum. off the bed and on your knees.” he pulls out immediately and you both get off the bed and you down on your knees in front of him. he releases all over your face and you close your eyes and stick your tongue out, feeling him paint your face with his warm white cum. once he’s finished you leans down and kisses you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue. 

he pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, “you did so good for me. my good girl. you’re my girl baby.” he praises while caressing your cheek. he then pulls away and grabs a baby wipe to clean up your face. he throws it away and picks you up in his arms, setting you on the bed before laying down next to you, returning to the same cuddling position that you had started in. 

“you think the boys heard next door?” sunghoon says jokingly, however, it was a genuine concern. 

“definitely.”

[iamcalmdammit]

Nice to have a friend || [Simon "Ghost" Riley]

Note: I was so surprised that many of you wanted to read this stupid little thing. Read the notes for more after reading the whole thing.

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"What a coincidence, I knew a Simon Riley back when I was a kid," you noted with an adorable laugh after Price introduced the team to you.

Yes, that was me, Ghost was dying to tell you but his tongue was tied. That was the whole point of the mask, to keep his anonymity.

Seeing a familiar face from Manchester, someone he had fond memories of was a real serotonin boost for the rest of the week. You changed a lot since he had last seen you. Back in the day you used to be a pink-loving little girl who went to ballet classes after school, always the one to try and deescalate the fights between the boys.

Every time he laid his eyes on you and noted how far you'd come, his heart was filled with warmth. He was proud of you. Your sense of humor had matured over the years, but you could easily draw a smile on his face with your comments, you became strong and independent, and damn it, you were definitely easy on the eye too.

And this brought back memories, like the one from the first time he had actually talked to you after school. It was a cold, snowy day and he overheard you panicking about losing one of your gloves. He didn't want you to freeze to death on the way home so he decided to give you his gloves just in case. In return you asked him if he wanted to come over and play your brother's video games with you. From that day on, you occasionally met outside of school as well, and those were the happiest memories from his fucked up childhood.

"You seem to be really lost in your thoughts. What's up with you?" Soap asked him one day when the core team visited a bar after a mission.

Ghost let out a groan. He had noticed it before. The deep conversations you and Gaz were having more and more often, the little inside jokes no one but the two of you understood, and the lingering looks that strangely enraged him every single time. And now you were back at it again, staying within your own little bubble in the bar.

"Come on, Lt., you know you can trust me," the sergeant tried again after a minute or two. "Whatever it is, talking about it might be able to help."

He was right, but he had to be careful. "I think something's going on between those two," he said after a short while, as if he was just pointing out something quite obvious.

Soap looked over at you and Gaz. He even tilted his head to the side like a curious puppy as he tried to see what Ghost was trying to point out. "You think so? I haven't noticed anything unusual," he said.

Could it be that he was seeing more into the situation? "Maybe I'm wrong. I don't know." And with that, he dismissed the idea. It was nothing more but his surprisingly vivid imagination playing games with him. That was all.

Or was it?

Fuck.

When he was alone in bed, he always thought about you. It was strange, he wasn't the type to get fixated on women this much. But you… You were an exception. Every inch of his body was craving you, a primal need infesting his brain every time he thought of you. This led to times when his hand found its way under his jeans to end his suffering for the time being.

When he was away from you and didn't see more into certain situations, he often imagined what it would be like to have you around all the time. Seeing you walk around his shitty apartment in his shirt, having breakfast together, watching a movie with you in his arms, or him exploring your body over and over again, drawing one orgasm out of you after another.

It was bad. He was caught in a spiral and had no idea how to get out of it if you couldn't be his. Each passing day made it worse, he got lost in a fantasy world and was terrified to face you again. What if his instincts turned out to be right one day? What if he found out you were in a relationship with someone else, let alone with someone he knew very well?

And then the worst happened.

"I owe you a drink," Soap told him out of nowhere during their next mission. Ghost had absolutely no idea what he was talking about so he put down the weapon he had in his hand until then and gave him an expectant look. "You were right about Y/N and Gaz, those two are definitely together. I just caught a glimpse of Gaz having his tongue down her throat behind the building," he explained with a laugh.

But he couldn't laugh, not when every cell in his body wanted to scream. He had kept his distance so well in the past months that you barely talked to each other. This was a big mistake, he could see that now. Maybe if you knew the truth, if you knew he was that boy from your childhood, things would be different. You could be friends again, and once you were relaxed enough around him, he could try to see if you wanted more than that.

He couldn't even look you in the eye after Soap's announcement. If you asked him anything, he kept the number of his words to the bare minimum, and this didn't go unnoticed by you. "Do you have a problem with me?" you once asked him when you were left alone following a briefing.

How could you sound so sweet and innocent? How could he lie to you when you were looking at him like that? But he had to do it, he couldn't tell you that he was jealous. That he, despite being friends with Gaz, thought you made the wrong choice this time.

"No, I don't," he replied then walked away without another word.

Two days later Price stopped in front of him and watched him with a questioning look. He waited, hoping the Captain would get bored of this silent game and just tell him what he wanted. In the end he took a deep breath and asked, "Are you okay?"

Strange. "I am. Why?"

"Listen, Simon, I know the history of every member of this team. I know you and Y/N went to the same school at the same time back in the day. Did you know her back then?" he asked seriously, although Ghost could see the hint of a smile on his lips.

Was he about to scold him or praise him? He wasn't entirely sure. "I did. Why?"

"You've been different lately, especially when she's around. I'm not saying you've been making mistakes because it wouldn't be true, but maybe you should consider telling her the truth. There's tension between you and I'm not sure that's good for the team in the long run."

And Price was right. If he kept himself isolated for much longer, if he kept letting his fantasies take over his unwind-time, then he would soon be in serious trouble on the field. And not just him, but everyone else he worked with. Every. Single. One. Of. Them.

But despite the initial drive to do as Price advised, it actually took him a month to finally man up and talk to you. Even then he hesitated, wondering exactly how and when to approach you, preferably without any other member of the team around. Then the opportunity arrived near the end of the mission when he found you alone in a room.

"Can we talk?" he asked you after he knocked on the doorframe. You looked surprised at first. It was understandable, after all you had talked around a total of fifteen minutes in the past months. Ghost gulped loudly and closed the door after you nodded. "I'll make it quick. There's something I need to tell you."

He stopped and you waited. "Okay?"

Breathe in. Breathe out. It wasn't that hard. "When I was a kid, there was a girl in school," he began. "One day she lost her gloves and I gave her mine so her hands wouldn't freeze off in the middle of the winter cold. I think that's when we became friends."

Your eyes narrowed. Your breath caught in your throat. At that moment, you knew the truth. "Simon?" you whispered his name quietly.

He nodded in response, a delicate smile creeping on his lips under the mask as he watched you. A part of him hoped you would be excited, that you would wrap your arms around him to pull him into a tight hug. But his imagination failed him, your reaction was quite the opposite. You buried a hand on your hair and turned your back to him as you tried to process the news.

Then, after what felt like an eternity to Ghost, you finally turned back to him. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

Your voice was fused with anger and he honestly couldn't blame you. "I prefer anonymity these days," he replied, pointing at his skull mask.

"Why now?"

Because I can't stop thinking about you and it's getting awkward and also affects my performance in the team. Fuck. He couldn't tell you that. "Price gave me a pep talk. He thinks it would be better for the both of us if I was honest with you." Well, this was true. He did say that.

"Great. Now I know. Is there anything else?" you asked, your voice unusually cold.

There was nothing left to say. He could've asked you about Gaz, whether you were truly in love with him or only had fun during missions, but he kept his mouth shut. You were mad. He didn't want to make things even worse. So he walked away and decided to focus on the rest of this mission instead.

You avoided him from this point on. While until now it had been him who did that, now the tables turned and you were the one who didn't want to talk to him unless it was absolutely necessary. Months passed like that and he was beginning to worry that things would never be okay with you.

Then things slowly began to change. You began to ask him how he was, sometimes asked for his opinion, and generally acted nicer around him. At first he thought it was just his raging imagination playing games again, but no. You were really warming up to him.

"Wanna go out for a drink?" you asked him one day.

Ghost wanted to say yes, but it wasn't the right time for that. "We're working."

You nonchalantly waved your hand at him. "Nah, I checked with the Cap, he's okay with it if we don't stay long and don't get too drunk," you explained with a playful grin. "So, what do you say?"

Nodding, he followed you out to the car that parked in front of the temporary base. Friends. You had to be friends again first. But it was a start, he could definitely work with that.

[waltzingwithyourenemyattheball]

PICK A CARD: MANIFEST YOUR DESIRES---BIG MAGICIAN ENERGY!!

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To manifest your desires, use beauty. While you are showering, doing skin care and dressing up for the day, use affirmations. Even if it isn’t a fancy outfit or you would rather stay home. Still, dress up, you don’t need a reason, just dress for life, get ready for the day. If you are preparing breakfast, present it beautifully. I am seeing you should clean your room and re-arrange it an a different way, or even your home if you have the time. When you are reading or writing or just relaxing, put on candles and create a vibe. Weather it is jamming to music with led - lights, or something else, give into the beauty of things. Romanticize your life, give yourself roses for no reason and you’ll see your desires coming true. Butterflies are a sign you are on the path. 

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To manifest your desires, surrender to complete healing. Be open to the loving, compassionate forces of the universe that support your physical, emotional and spiritual healing. Watch the sunrise and the sunset, its great if you can watch both. You need a serotonin boost. Just silent walks in the sun for 10 mins can do the trick, even better if you have a walking partner who cracks you up, laughter is your catalyst. And always remember: YOU ARE THE MEDICINE. All you need is to allow the healing to take place, rest is taken care of. 

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[thebettybook]

🧸 The Best Babysitters for Mayday 🕸️

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Characters: Miguel O’Hara x Spider-hero!gn!reader (who’s not a native/fluent Spanish speaker or has rusty Spanish skills). Miguel and reader are in an established romantic relationship.

Strawbetty’s notes: I just needed some soft content of Miguel being a good uncle to Mayday so I wrote this fic :’)

Warning: Major ATSV spoilers ahead! Other than that, an all-fluff story

Song rec: “Glue Song” by beabadoobee ft. Clairo

Spanish used: “Por supuesto que te extrañé, mi cielo” (“Of course I missed you, my sky”; I used SpanishDict and am always open to feedback on the Spanish I use in my fics)

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You landed on Miguel’s floating platform with a thud! after slinging onto it with one your webs.

Miguel stood with his back to you, surrounded by his gold holographic screens that seemed more dim than usual. His shadow stretched behind him, illuminating a faint path for you to him.

“Hey, Mig—,” you called out, ready to ask Miguel if he wanted to join you for dinner.

“Shh,” Miguel turned around, a finger from his left hand on his lips. In his other hand, he held Mayday Parker.

The toddler was fast asleep, her breathing steady as she rested her head against his chest. Drool escaped her from lips and onto the crimson lines of the spider logo on Miguel’s Spider-Man 2099 suit, but Miguel didn’t seem to mind one bit. With his free hand, Miguel readjusted Mayday’s knitted red and blue Spider-Man beanie that was slipping off her head.

Your lips, parted in surprise, melted into a smile as you noticed the way Miguel tucked a stray curly strand of red hair away from Mayday’s face with the utmost care.

After a long day of wrangling anomalies and going on missions to different Earths (you went to at least five today), seeing Miguel with Mayday was just the serotonin boost you needed.

“Aww,” you whispered, making your way to Miguel. You leaned onto his side, resting your head on his left bicep. “Where’s Peter B?”

“Went to call his wife to tell her how much he loves and misses her,” Miguel rolled his ruby orbs, letting out what might’ve been the quietest sigh of frustration you’ve ever heard from him. “For the tenth time today.”

You covered your mouth with your hand to suppress your giggles, careful not to wake Mayday. “That’s so cute, though. I wouldn’t mind if someone told me they missed me today, too.”

You lifted your eyebrows, quirking a smirk as you shifted your eyes from Mayday to Miguel. He met you with a small smirk of his own before letting out a loving huff.

“Por supuesto que te extrañé, mi cielo,” Miguel leaned down to kiss your forehead. He couldn’t help but chuckle when your eyebrows knitted together as you tried to translate to yourself what Miguel said in Spanish (your Spanish skills were still kind of rusty but you were learning from Miguel).

“Ohhh.” It took you a minute to figure out what he said: “Of course I missed you, my sky.” You replied by cupping Miguel’s face in your hands, dotting airy kisses along his nose, cheeks, and jawline.

Miguel melted against your touch, leaning down to kiss your soft-as-clouds lips—

“Bah!” A babble from Mayday interrupted you and Miguel. The toddler, now wide awake, patted her cheeks at you.

“Do you want kisses, too, Mayday?” You cocked your head to the side, scooping her up from Miguel’s arms.

Mayday cooed, answering you with a toothy smile. Her adorable giggles grew in volume as you smothered her freckled nose and cheeks in kisses.

Miguel rested his hands on his hips as he watched you and Mayday. It was his turn to have the softest of smiles on his face. After a long day of leading the Spider-Society and making sure all was right with the multiverse, seeing you with Mayday was just the serotonin boost he needed.

“Hey, hey,” Miguel stepped forward, resting his chin on top of your head and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Save some kisses for me.”

Mayday took the opportunity to climb out of your arms and onto your shoulder, making her way up to Miguel’s shoulder behind you.

You and Miguel shared a chuckle as Miguel unwrapped his arms from your waist to keep Mayday safe on his shoulders.

As the two of you continued to look after a more-energetic-than-ever Mayday (with Miguel swinging around the lab via his laser webs with Mayday on his shoulders while you chased them using your own webs in a game of tag), Peter B returned to Miguel’s lab from finishing his phone call.

The Spider-Dad-of-one gazed up at the three of you with a grin a mile wide as he saw you and Miguel care for Mayday like your own.

Peter B knew that Miguel always cared for Mayday ever since Peter B first brought her to the Spider-Society, but it took a while for Miguel to outwardly show his affection for Mayday, especially with all the trauma and hurt that Miguel experienced in relation to losing his alternate dimension daughter Gabriella.

Now, seeing Miguel openly play with Mayday, with you by Miguel’s side, Peter B couldn’t help but think that it was a sign that Miguel was finally letting his loved ones enter and enrich his life; a sign that Miguel was healing.

“I think I found the best babysitters for Mayday,” Peter B hummed, turning to Miguel’s AI assistant Lyla, who appeared on Peter B’s shoulder in a glitch.

“I think you did, too,” Lyla winked as the two of them whipped out their phones to take pictures and videos of you, Miguel, and Mayday above.

Such adorable pictures and videos would be sent to you and Miguel (and maybe the rest of the Spider-Society) in a matter of minutes.

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[m0chisenpai]

platonic!lo'ak and platonic!neteyam fighting over who gets to spend the with reader but they end up getting lectured by the reader

You know how we all deemed Jake the ultimate girl dad? Well Readers the ultimate boy mom and writing her interactions with the boys boosts my serotonin so much

platonic!lo'ak x avaatr!black!reader x platonic!netayem

Netayem and Lo’ak had only a year year difference in age between the both of them. However, the two could not be any more different than how Jake was the sun and Neytiri the moon in your life. 

While Lo’ak was a thrill seeker enjoying his time with you and flying side by side diving off high cliffs just to soar before you grew close to the grounds, Netayem loved to hunt with you. He enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, the silence that fell as your prey came into both your sights. 

When they were younger both boys had no issues in sharing their time with you side by side. But they were getting older, your little ones were growing. They desired time with you and you alone which felt impossible with not only competing with one another but their sister as well. Sylwanin was one and needed attention from you the most. Your attention was split three ways now, but they could barely get one moment with you.

It hurt them. Because though you were not their mother by blood, you were still theirs. They latched on to you in an instant the second you entered their lives. But to see you slowly disappear from it broke both the boys' hearts.

Suddenly they wished they were young again, clinging onto you in the cool nights, hearing your lullabies as you caressed their scalps. Wishing you were there to press a kiss into a scrape or bruise. 

You and Neytiri had plenty of talks with both boys when you were pregnant with Sylawinn. That she was younger and needed just a bit more time with each of you. But that didn’t mean you loved them any less. They both held places in your heart that no one else could replace. 

To make sure the boys didn’t feel neglected you devoted certain times and days for one on one time with each boy. However, it seemed as though things reached a breaking point, because when your ears picked up the hisses and curses from their tent you immediately stepped in just before it had gotten physical.

“..stubborn headed jack a-!” Netayem hissed and Lo’ak returned the sentiment pupils dilated thin as knives and just as sharp as the words that followed. 

“Takes one to know one! Just cause your first born doesn’t mean she gets to see you first!” 

“And just cause you're younger doesn’t mean you get to cling to her either!!”

From the way the boys hunched their shoulders and began to lower themselves you were quick to hiss both their names and slide in between both before things got physical. “Enough!” Silence filled the tent as you looked between both boys. 

“Sit” your voice was a cool water, drenching the fire that had egan to grow between both boys who did so far from one another with you in the middle creating a curve so you could look at both boys and they faced one another. 

“You two are old enough to understand that is not how we handle things in this family.”

“But he!-”

“I’m not finished!” Both boys were silenced immediately, gazes focused to the ground. “I miss you both as much as you miss me. If I could spend the rest of my days with my boys I could. But you two must understand that you are big brothers now. Your little sister needs my attention and I can’t help that.” Their gazes lifted to meet yours, the sternness melted away as the love in your eyes melted the anger in their own. 

“It’s not fair” Netayem whispered with watery eyes, “I miss when it was just us.Now you're gone.”

And your heart broke as you opened your arms allowing both boys to press themselves into your boys where you held them tight pressing kisses to the crowns of their heads. “I know baby, my strong Tayem. My sweet Lo’ak. M’ so sorry babies.`` 

You held them close, let them cry and held the pieces together that they couldn’t.

“I promise I will do better to spend time with each of you. But you both must promise me you will tell me you are feeling this way, ok?”

“Of course sa’nok.”

“Promise sa’nok.”

[eggtartz]

hello!! how are you? can you do ran and rindou with a s/o who's love language is physical touch and likes to give hugs a lot thank you so much <3

a/n : hello anon thankyou for asking <3 im doing fine, i hope you're doing well too anon 💕 thankyou for requesting and enjoy 🫶🏻

ran

ran LOVES IT SO MUCH, he needed to get used to it first though because he was always the one who gave affection, not the other way around

instantly would become very clingy with you and demand cuddles all the time

demands kisses all the time too

watching movies, just waking up, doing the laundry, cooking together you name it ran would DEMAND KISSES AND CUDDLES (he's like woman where's my daily serotonin boost?!)

his favorite part when he comes home exhausted is when he climbs up the bed and you snuggle againts him out of instinct. nuzzled your face on his neck and silently dozed off.

on days off, he would bring you on dates. you were the type to wander off easily so ran had to grip your hand a little bit tighter

you'd two become that one couple that can't keep their hands on each other at carnivals ngl (please don't bring rindou, he'll cringe for life)

coming home after a long day, you'll hug the older haitani from the back and mumbled thank you for the dates

would try to do a lot of stuff that couples do only to fail at it because ran can't keep his hands off you (neither can you)

he would bring you at gang meetings sometimes, you two just hugging at the lobby shamelessly flirting with each other (are the other members surprised? no, they are not)

rindou

having a brother like ran, he was used to someone being touchy with him

however you were the only one that got that treatment BACK

he loves when you kisses his forehead every morning, kisses the side of his lips every time he needs to attend meetings

(he would be reluctant to leave so you need to convince him to leave now)

he's used to this one thing you like to do with him : launching your body at him as soon as he is home, he would gladly catch you and hold you tight in a hug

one more thing which is a habit of yours is tracing his tattoos whenever he displays it (you can't help it, the ink that cover half of his abdomen look really pretty)

have a special night once a week where you two turn on some slow music and dance to it. his hand on your hips, yours on his chest while the other hand intertwined.

his face resting at the crook of your neck while mumbling sweet words while your hand gripped his hands tighter, unwilling to let go of his warmness. unwilling to give up his touch and (you will) always lean on his touch

you like to climb on his lap while watching tv and sleep there occasionally

sometimes rindou woke up really early to hit the gyms but while getting ready in the bathroom, you'd come and tangle your limbs around him to stop him. (you did it while being so sleepy too, eyes not even opened yet)

he'd carry you back to the bed, promising he'll come back soon and kiss you goodbye while you snuggle to his space on the bed, longing for his scent

[faeratil]

So for the last couple of days, I’ve been too mentally tired to do much except turn on YouTube for background noise while I mindlessly scroll. I’d pick maybe one video to start with and then let the algorithm do the rest with autoplay.

I have watched so many videos about ATEEZ now, and I have come to a couple conclusions.

1. They’re fucking amazing and keep their energy and focus the entire time they’re onstage, even once a song has ended. Theater brain finds this so amazing and gets a huge serotonin boost watching them.

2. Everyone in the group is insanely talented, I am in awe every time I see a fan cam of each different person giving it their all no matter what they’re doing and absolutely killing it.

3. The Demon Line knows what they’re doing and I never want them to stop.

4. Hongjoong and Seonghwa are my biases and I will never grow tired of seeing them. Just look at these two.

Hongjoong:

Seonghwa:

And of course, them as the unit MATZ:

I’m totally normal about these guys, especially after my recent time spent down the rabbit hole.

[mendesxruel]

dating nick nelson | headcanons

requested by @ivyaugustetc | navigation

okay so nick is very romantic, and loves planning all of your dates

beach dates, picnic dates, cafe dates, museum dates... (he runs out of ideas at some point and has to search for some more because he doesn't want to repeat a date idea)

loooves buying you flowers and snacks

when holding your hand in public, he gets this huge (good) adrenaline boost and so much serotonin and cannot stop smiling

when you guys are texting at night and he notices it's getting late, he keeps telling you to go to sleep (he'd wanna keep talking to you but he doesn't want to be selfish and wants you to rest)

adores introducing you to his mom and to nelly of course

he also likes to watch a lot of movies with you like on movie date nights, and playing games (he is competitive and loves winning but will let you win sometimes), either board games or videogames

loves hanging out with you and your friends!! he wants to get to know all of them and befriend them too

he would search for everything you like just to get to know it more and be able to talk to you about them

loves talking to you either in person or on facetime after a long day to catch up and talk about your days

📮 heartstopper taglist: @onlyfreds

[jungkookslipring]

thank you so much for voting! Here’s a sneak peak (aka the t-word scene of my intro chapter to my long form fic)

this can also be read as a stand alone!✨

idk how to introduce this please don’t @ me lmfao😂😂😂

Lee! Minho

Ler! Y/n

relationship: platonic

genre: fluff/tword (for this chapter)

AU or non AU: Non idol au

When you decided you had enough screen time for one day, you packed up your backpack and headed back to the apartments. When you walked in, Minho, Hyunjin, Felix, and Jeongin were all in the living room; it was chaotic. Jeongin was on the ground laughing as Minho straddled him, attacking his neck, while Felix and Hyunjin were on the couch smiling at the two. This was nothing new, tickle attacks were far too common for your friend group. When you came around the corner they all looked up at you with a smile. 

“Hi y/n!” Minho greeted without stopping his attack on Jeongin.

“Save mehehehehe!” Jeongin screeched as Minho’s hands dove into the poor boy's tummy. You grinned as you dropped your bag and ran over to the pair on the floor. You ran up behind Minho and started squeezing his sides. Minho yelped and launched himself off of Jeongin, falling onto his back. He tried pushing your hands away, but your hands were too quick, and he was growing weaker by the second.

“You traihaihaitor” he laughed out as you continued your attack. 

“Alexa, play traitor by Olivia Rodrigo,” Felix said sarcastically, laughing his ass off when the speaker started blasting said song.

“Be nice to our kids!” You jokingly scold the second you start digging in his ribs. His sweet laugh filled the room.

“HYUNJIN-AHAHAHA LIXIE HELP MEHEHE” Minho squealed while you effectively moved your fingers up and down his ribs.

“I’m not getting involved in that! She’ll come after me!” He chuckled with Felix snuggled into his side. 

“Then join the dark side and come hold his arms down!” You offer with a smirk. Hyunjin cringed.

“But Minho Hyung’s revenge tickles are 10x worse!” He said, shivering at the memories.

“He’ll get revenge on you regardless,” Jeongin said matter-of-factly. While everyone was having a debate on basically ‘you’re damned if you do and you're damned if you don’t’, Minho has been filling the room with his adorable laughter.

“Y/N I GIHIHIHIVE” Minho begged after you spent a good few minutes attacking his underarms.

“Fine, just don’t go after my kids!” You laughed as you got off of him. 

“How was school?” Minho asked after you helped him sit up. You leaned against the couch. 

“Not bad, I think I’ve become addicted to caffeine,” you shrugged. 

“Are you already pulling all-nighters?” Felix asked.

“Yeah, but it’s just a lot of reading, case studies specifically,” you said, grabbing a pillow and holding it in your lap. 

“Have there been any that were interesting?” Hyunjin asked.

“More like unethical, these stories are heavy,” you said, cringing at some of the stories you’ve read. 

“Do you have to write any papers on these stories?” Jeongin asked. You nodded.

“Eventually I will yeah, which will require more reading and I don't know how much longer I can keep reading these old case studies. I may need therapy,” you chuckled. 

“Well if you ever need a serotonin boost you always have us,” Felix said with a smile. You walked over and pinched his cheeks. 

“Awww thanks Lixie!” you squeal as he scrunches up his nose. Jeongin laughed.

“I’m so happy it's not me this time,” he joked. Minho smirked and grabbed a hold of Jeongin’s face.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t like it,” Minho smiled as Jeongin squawked out protests. 

“Remember what I said about going after my kids!” you joked as you walked towards him with claw-like hands. Minho was quick to stand up and try to run out but you were too quick, once again on top of him while his laughs filled the room. A few hours later the rest of the guys came home. You all had dinner, talked about your day, and had a friendly yet violent Mario Kart Competition.

Can’t wait to share with you the first chapter! ✨🖤

Taglist: @felixmainacc @felixburneracc @myforevermelody143 @dunno-wut-to-do

[breakdownsbuttlights]

Thank you for hf Ratchet, he is a GIFT!!! Visiting your blog always gives me a little serotonin boost❤️

I've been struggling with post-covid health issues for a month. As I cough and stumble through the days I daydream about having Ratchet take care of me. I just want to bury my face in that chest (for medicinal purposes!)

I'm sorry you've been sick! You'll be pleased to hear that Ratchet's chest does indeed have curative properties. Or so says Drift, who had long covid and suffered terribly from fatigue and shortness of breath. The only thing that would make him feel better was the heavenly warmth of Ratchet's pectorals.

(Ratchet has his own recollection of events, which involves a lengthy course of medication and rest, during which he briefly feared Drift might not recover, given how sick he'd become. Fortunately he'd underestimated the healing powers of his chest.)