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“my arm is going to lose circulation if you keep doing that.”

tsukishima glares—or attempts to—at you and scoffs. of course you won’t budge. “it’s not going anywhere, can you let go please?”

you pout, displeased with your boyfriend’s comment. you haven’t seen him all day and only 30 minutes ago had you entered his apartment. needless to say, you currently cling to him like a koala.

he wrangles himself free of your grasp, relieved for his lungs and limbs. walking over to your shared closet—really just his clothes you steal—he rummages before finding something and tossing it your way. “here’s a sweatshirt. that make you feel better?”

you feel your frustration spill over and look at him with a frown. “that’s not the same thing!” you cry, tossing the clothing aside, “why would i want that when you’re right here?”

he blinks, glaring at the sight of your small tantrum. “hey, chill out.” he flicks your forehead before kissing the very spot.

he becomes silent, knowing he can’t argue with your logic. for once, you actually have a very valid point. and maybe, just maybe tsukishima likes when you’re clingy.

you sniffle, watching him settle back at his desk. you’re prepared to go and slip the sweatshirt on but you’re stopped when he softly calls your name.

“come here.” he scoots his chair back and pats his lap.

you stare at him with wide eyes, and wait for someone to pinch you. to wake you up from your dream.

tsukishima blushes a light red, the color spreading through his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “i’m going to retract my offer in a minute if you don’t hurry up.” he threatens, and you can tell he’s flustered by the way he awkwardly has his arms open.

you practically leap into his lap, and he grunts softly at the impact. another blush creeps up his neck and you plant several kisses on his skin. he adjusts you so your legs wrap around his waist as he sits in the chair.

“is that better now?” he asks, his voice rumbling against you at a frequency you know and love.

you curl impossibly further into him. “much better now.” a pleased hum leaves you and you smile.

you hear kei humming a song you recognize as one from your shared playlist and you become elated. he’s not the best singer, but he only really ever hums or sings when he’s around you, and nothing can beat the feeling of being special.

one of kei’s hand slip up your lower back and he rubs small circles up your spine. the gesture makes you drowsy, and you feel yourself begin to fall asleep.

when kei feels the weight of your head on his chest, he almost says your name before he looks down. his heart swells when he sees you fast asleep, hands gripping onto his t-shirt. you look so…peaceful in his hold and he’s glad that no one else but him can hold you like this. see you like this. never in a million years would he want to see you in someone else’s arms.

he smiles, carefully shifting you in his hold so that he can still work. his large hand cradles the back of your head before he presses several kisses to your forehead, his silent way of showing how grateful he is for you. of being able to have you and cherish you and love you like he should.

after awhile he decides to take a break. he picks you in his arms before he moves to your shared bed. he hears you call his name, your voice small and confused.

kei carefully slides in next to you, hushing you quietly. “it’s okay. you’re okay, sweet girl. just go back to sleep. i’m right here.” he says softly, pulling you on top of his chest.

“m‘kay.” you mumble, closing your eyes again.

and you’re sure you’re not hallucinating but if you weren’t so drowsy, you could clearly hear kei mumble ‘love you’ before you fall back asleep.

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Y/N: Zoe always gives Daniel flowers, it would be nice if you did the same.

Zack: Alright.

Zack: *gives Daniel flowers*

Daniel: Thank you, but... why?

Zack: I'm confused as well.

Cocoon

Anakin Skywalker x senator!reader

Summary: you get cold and Anakin won't let it continue

<I know I've written something like this before but the idea of him wrapping you in his cloak just makes me weak in the knees>

Warnings: none

I'm sorry this is another short one

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Why did Hoth have to be so cold? Even indoors you could be found shivering. You'd think with all the layers you were wearing, you wouldn't feel the nip in the air but here we are. Though your outfit for today wasn't as alibrit as usual, it didn't mean it wasn't dense. Anakin looked rather relaxed in his Jedi robes. Lucky him. It makes sense though, he had the temperature of a furnace. And since he did... can't he share the warmth?

Approaching him you simply said, "Let me in."

"Excuse me?" He said cocking a brow.

You grabbed the front of his cloak, "Its freezing, please let me in."

"Oh," he said, a small smile growing on his face. "Of course, my angel," and with that he opened up his cloak to you. You didn't hesitate in wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his chest. He closed his cloak around you both, placing a kiss to your head. You felt his hand rub small circles on your back, he always knew just what you needed.

You could stay in there for eternity. The scent of not only him, but the polished leather was intoxicating. Your head rested right between his two leather panels, where his front was softer. His heartbeat drummed to relaxing beat and you synchronized your breathing with his.

Not long after you were comfortable, you let your eyes calmly drift closed, feeling safe in Anakins hold. He rocked you both slowly side to side, just shifting both of yalls weight back and forth. It didn't take long for you to grow warm. But you'd rather die then part from Anakins grasp at the moment.

Eventually you found yourself drifting off still wrapped in his embrace letting your body drape onto Anakins. You already had been leaning on him so you thought he wouldn't that much of a weight difference, but like always he did.

After patting your back a little with a smile softly he said, "As much as I'd love to sleep too, we still must be somewhat alert Y/n."

Letting out a groggy, "Oh yeah, sorry." You pulled out from him knowing the cold would wake you up better.

"No need to apologize," he said laughing a little and pulling you back into his arms. Hate for you to get cold again right?

hi! could you repost the blurb about the reader climbing into peter's lap while he's playing video games? thank you!

“no, no, no, no, no--what are you doing ned? you're supposed to hide--” peter yells into his headset. he is frustrated, you know that but the harsh voice pierces into your ears, the pounding headache only growing as you climb out of bed.

the door is ajar, and you catch a glimpse of him, eyes never leaving the screen as he mutters a string of profanities into his head set at his team mates.

you rub the sleep out of your eyes, stepping into the living room, grateful that his voice woke you up before it could get any worse....

“no...no! that's not what you're supposed to. harry!” he handles the controler roughly, “dude, c'mon--” you place a gentle hand on his shoulder and he stops.

his head jerks up to look at you, harsh words at the tip of his tongue until he sees your innocent face, and the anger dissipates in a matter of seconds.

“y/n,” he says your name, a delicate whisper. in stark contrast to his harsh tone he used for his friends. he reads your expression and his brows furrow at how red and puffy your eyes are.

he turns away from the screen, the headset now hanging around his neck ignoring the yells from his friends to focus on the game.

and he reaches out a hand for you, you lean in, letting him press his palm to your warm cheek. “what's wrong?” he asks, with worry in his eyes.

“bad dream,” you say, crawling into his lap before he can get another word out, before he can question you.

you rest your head against his chest, your cheek pressed to the soft material of his sweater. his hands come down to rub your back as you nuzzle against his collarbone. “jus' wanna be close to you.”

“hey,” he pats your head affectionately, “do you want to talk about it--shut it, ned, I'm not talking to you!” he says aggressively into the headset before switching back to the sweet tone he has reserved for you, “y/n?” he kisses your hairline, “want me to come to bed with you? will that make you feel better?”

“no,” you snuggle further into his chest, and angle your neck up to press a reassuring kiss on his lips. “you can play.”

“are you sure, sweetheart--? no, no! harry, no I'm not getting head--we can go to bed, baby, you look exhausted.” he coos, but you grab the controller, and hand it to him.

he acquiesces, and you watch the rosy hues dust the apples of his cheeks, harry's words registering in his mind at last. but you spare him the embarrassment and decide not to bring it up.

instead you kiss his cheek with a shy giggle, “love you, pete.”

he grins down at you, “love you so,” he says as he presses consecutive kisses on your cheek, “so, so, so much more--no harry. I'm not declaring my love for you--”

oh my god...

so the first screenshot is trying to look this up on tiktok normally, "donald trump rigged election" and it says that search violates community guidelines.

the second screenshot is looking up the same exact thing, but with a (australian) vpn on. canadian vpn didn't fix it fyi.

THIS is exactly the type of censorship to be looking out for on tiktok. this actually is crazy.

i hope i’m the first nathan request because i would be honored 🫶🏽 but that gif where he’s holding a bottle of wine…how about something with a stay at home date night 😗

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warnings: the tiniest bit of suggestiveness and one mild swear

a/n: you very much are my first nate request hehe thank u for sending lovely <3 i edited my taglist so y’all can be tagged in nate works too so it’s linked above if ur interested! enjoy

“look what i’ve got.”

nathan has a bottle of wine in hand. he smiles proudly and raises the bottle to present it to you, piquing your interest. he saunters over to where you sit at the kitchen island.

“a smooth red, aged and imported.”

“sounds expensive.”

“it is expensive.”

nathan grabs two wine glasses from his hanging glass rack. he skillfully flips them over, one handed, and sets them down on the island. you cross your arms and rest them on the island, leaning forward. you watch your boyfriend as he pours you a glass of wine.

“how’d you get it?”

“from work.”

“you mean the bar? or your side hustle?”

“what’s my side hustle?”

“scavenger hunting.”

your lips curl into a smirk. nathan hands you the glass with a lighthearted shake of his head.

“treasure hunting.”

“i know, i know. i’m kidding. did you get the wine from one of your… expeditions?”

nathan pours a glass for himself.

“nah, but that would’ve been cool. i snuck it from the bar during my last shift.”

“you don’t think they’ll miss it?”

nathan leans in closer to you.

“they’ll never know it’s gone.”

he clinks his glass with yours and sips from it. you swish the wine around before you taste it.

“damn, nate. you’re the best pickpocket in all of new york.”

“bold statement, babydoll.”

“and a true one, too. you are.”

nathan’s gaze trails down to your lips.

“aren’t i?”

he tilts his head to connect your lips. you hum into the kiss. his hand comes to the back of your neck and holds you in place, and you put down your wine so it doesn’t spill. it’s a kiss full of love and want and need.

“come sit with me.”

nate takes your chin between his fingers.

“okay.”

he pecks your lips. he grabs his wine glass by its stem and walks around to the other side of the island, sitting on the empty stool beside you. you swing your legs over so you’re facing him. nate shoots you that ever so charming smile of his, his eyes somehow shining in the dimmed light of his stylish apartment.

“do you miss the city when you’re gone? y’know, looking for treasure?”

you drink your wine while you await nate’s answer.

“yeah, all the time. it’s home. because you’re here, and you’re my home.”

“aw, nate.”

you squeeze one of his buff arms.

“you should come with sometime.”

“i dunno. i don’t think your mean friend with the cat would approve.”

“who, sully?”

“yeah, him. does he bring his cat every time you guys go looking?”

“pretty much. who’d have thought he’d have such a soft spot for the little guy? but seriously, you’d be a much better companion than sully.”

you tangle your sock clad feet with nathan’s, a half smile adorning your lips.

“your brother loved to explore, right? so you’re finishing what he started? i admire that, how you honor his legacy.“

“thanks, baby. i owe it to him. gotta do the drake name proud.”

“you will, and you do.”

nathan presses a kiss to your temple. you finish the rest of your wine, so he reaches for the bottle to pour you more.

“wait, wait, wait. you said the wine’s expensive. shouldn’t we, like, savor it?”

nate pours you another glass regardless, then tops off his own. he winks.

“don’t worry about it. i could always get us another.”

I'm going to wear this in public one day and give someone a heart attack

But for now it's just a sticker

That Girl - Austin Ames

Pairing: Austin Ames x Reader

Characters: Austin Ames

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 476

Author: Hannah

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Hi Mei!! ♡ How about Reid dating a sunshine!reader who tells obviously wrong facts when he is in earsight, just to mess with him? Bc I think it would be so funny 😭😭 Anyway, have a nice day, and thank you so much for all your quality content, you're saving lives <333

"Oh my god Emily, you're never gonna believe this," You lean in towards the brunette grinning at you, but your voice stays loud enough for Spencer to hear across the desk, "I just found out that bowling is more dangerous than dinosaurs are."

Her brow dips but her lips quirk up, "Alright, you've hooked me. What's the punchline?"

"No punchline," You shake your head, feeling Reid's curious stare on the back of it, "In 2019 someone died at a bowling alley after slipping on the floor and splitting his head open. But in that same year, there wasn't a single death by dinosaur. Isn't that insane?"

Spencer is already piping up before Emily can properly laugh, but you can still hear her beneath his frantic, "Uh, honey, that's not- that's not exactly right. I mean, dinosaurs would be incredibly dangerous, if any of them were still alive. Which, in 2019- uh, they were not."

"Statistically speaking, Spence," You use his favorite phrase against him, but you're not sure he picks up on the teasing grin set on your face beyond the concern he's stewing in, "You can't argue with the numbers."

"Well- you can't, but in 2019, the number of dinosaurs alive was zero, so that's- that's the only number that really matters, baby, but if you wanted to read more about the risks associated with communal sports venues, I'd be happy to share some articles I've looked into on-"

"Ah, leave it to Reid to turn a sick-ass discussion about dinosaurs about the dangers of fun," Morgan scoffs. He wasn't in on your plan from the beginning, but he's happy to jump on the bandwagon, "Besides, the last Jurassic Park movie was made in 2022, so there were dinosaurs alive, duh."