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Shipppppppps

Does anyone else just know ships meant to be when the two are two oppsite colors. Reblog with more oppsite color ships.

You gotta write for funsies sometimes. Everything doesn’t have to be groundbreaking. Like. Who cares if it’s a little silly it is made out of love

because shut the actual fuck up. THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HIM. just the whole domesticity of this scene. first time at kagamis apartment, the entire team inside eating after their win, and just the two of them ALONE ON THE FUCKING BALCONY telling each other how much they care for one another

plus kagamis FUCKING BLUSHHHH

Michael Scott CREATES all the love on the office. That is what the show is about. It is the most slow-burn realistic redemption arc for a whole office of people that don’t deserve it. It’s the power of ordinary love to transform brought into the most unlikely of places by one very extraordinary and ridiculous person.

😂😂😂😂😂😂

Peter: You like the Mandalorian?

Y/N: Yeah, I think they’re easier to peel than oranges.

I just read a fic where Kamala realized Carol’s gay and what if everyone else doesn’t know?

Imagine…

Peter: She’s gay‽

Kamala: Yeah, I thought it was obvious with the way she glows, the hair, her outfits and her relationship with Valkyrie?

Cassie: You said she’s married to a man

Kamala: I said it was a marriage of convenience

Kate: Wait hold up, but Monica calls her Aunt Carol?

America: Please, it was so obvious.

Cassie: You had two moms, you don’t get a say in this

Monica: I’m gonna regret this but I only called her Aunt Carol because society wasn’t that open minded and we didn’t want backlash. And please, Carol lived with my mom and practically raised me for six years, it’s obvious.

Kate: So Carol’s your second mom?

Cassie: Y’know I thought you’d clock that Carol’s gay

Kate: Just because I’m with Yelena, doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

Carol whispering to Valkyrie: So should I tell them we’re dating?

Valkyrie: Maybe another day or if not, they’ll find Kamala’s fanfic about us

Carol: Her what?

cross my heart

Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds) x Female Reader

Contains: reader and hotch are seeing each other and the secret isn’t kept for long thanks to reid’s inability to keep any of his thoughts to himself (this is entirely pg in a totally out of character moment for myself)

A/N: i’ve been watching this show for weeks on end and we’re back into things with a massive heart-hard-on for hotch.

Whilst Spencer Reid knew that this particular topic could well and truly wait another 30 minutes till they were all gathered at the office, the nagging part of his brain that couldn’t let go of the topic had also brought him straight to the front door of his Unit Chief.

He’d actually resigned himself to waiting until he got to work, but in the excitement of running over things a million times in his brain he’d seemingly forgotten that part and flown autopilot right to Hotch’s home. Regardless, his knuckles wrapped against the door before clutching the strap of his satchel.

Hotch look confused when he opened the door, he also looked remarkably casual for a man who was meant to be at work within the hour. He was still just in his undershirt as he leaned against the open door trying to figure out to what he owed this pleasure.

“Good morning, Reid.”

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HAIKYUU REACTS TO THIRST TWEETS

Characters: Sugawara Koushi, Daich Sawamura, Kuroo Tetsuro, Kenma Kozume, Bokuto Kotaro, Akaashi Keiji, Oikawa Tooru, Hajime Iwaizumi, Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Warnings: cringey thirst tweets :)

1. Sugawara Koushi

Sugawara: I could also procrastinate and never do you? Good tweet tho *winks*

2. Daichi Sawamura

Daichi: *awkwardly laughs* well these tweets went from 0 to horny real quick. To answer, no.

3. Kuroo Tetsuro

Kuroo: well as a person who loves science experiments how could I say no- *camera cuts*

4. Kenma Kozume

Kenma: *stares at the tweet and then at the camera* why are we here again? Who told you that I lose?

5. Bokuto Kotaro

6. Akaashi Keiji

Bokuto: *looks down and holds his right boob and visibly confused* why would you want to show your face into this?

Akaashi: *deadpan* I would rather die than do that. Also, I don't have a wife.

7. Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa: kinky. Lucky for you I like to hit *winks*

8. Iwaizumi Hajime

*camera cuts*

Iwaizumi: *flexes his biceps* I get that a lot from oikawa- *camera cuts*

9. Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima: *looks at the camera with no expression* get some help.

Chemistry ;)

Kuroo: Do you wanna hear a chemistry joke?

Y/N:

Kuroo: ...Is that...a no?

Y/N: I'm sorry. Were you expecting...a reaction?

Kuroo,*wiping a tear from his eye*: I love you.

This is sooooo good 🫶🏽🫠

Could you please do gentle kisses with bucky? I was listening to "like real people do" by hoizer, thinking about a bucky fic and my heart melted

I love this so much and I want you to know I listened purely to Hozier while I wrote this and had to physically stop myself from making this a whole spicy one shot ooops But I hope you love it <3

Warnings: It gets a lil spicy kinda at the end but it's all fluff and love and a makeout sesh so yeah <3

It was his favorite part when he saw you - when your lips would dance with his. 

Bucky had been seeing you for only a few months, but you were like home to him. Scratch that - you were home. All of your terrible jokes. Your rants about the books you read or the musicians you listened to. When you got all dolled up just for him. When you went anywhere together and you just had to hold his hand - not that he was complaining. Your laughter. The way you treated him like a real person, not a tool or some broken man. The look you got in your eyes when you looked at him compared to everyone else. 

Everything about you was home. 

But when your lips touched his, he felt invincible. Like nothing in the world could touch him. No missions. No memories of Hydra. Nothing but you completely enveloping him in the love he never thought he deserved. 

He loved all of the different ways your lips would move in tandem with his - the urgent and needy, the quick pecks on your way out the door, the teasing ways you nip at his lips. His favorite though, was the slow and passionate. 

You would gently grip the hair at the base of his neck, tilting his head to the perfect angle for your tongue to tangle with his. The slow way you'd lightly drag your teeth across his top lip, pulling a moan from his throat. And when he'd nip your lip back, it would pull a smile out of you but you'd refuse to stop. The only way he could describe it was like a dance. A dance that only the two of you knew how to perform. 

God he loved every bit of it, it was like his own personal drug and he was addicted. 

Your lips were always so soft and warm and they always tasted a little bit like raspberries - thanks to your chapstick. No matter how long you sat and kissed him like that, he knew could never get enough. 

And don't even get him started on when he'd move his hands from your back to your thighs, pulling you on top of him and squeezing the muscle there. The little groan you always let out was music to his ears. 

You would only ever pull back when you absolutely couldn't breathe anymore and even then it was only for a moment. A split second where you slide you thumbs along the line of his jaw or across his swollen bottom lip. It was when he got to see that look in your eyes. The one that told him you were going to shower him in affection and love for the rest of the night without interruption. He would get to swim in everything that was you. 

He would think of little noises that he knew would flood the room once there was nothing between the two of you. When he got to drag his lips across every inch of your skin, worshiping you the way you deserved. When your legs would wrap around his hips to pull him closer because you just couldn't get enough of him. 

Then you'd go right back to it, giving his lips their dance partner once again. You'd go back to making him melt at your touch. Making him dizzy in the head with only thoughts of you. Bringing him to his knees for you. 

He'd let you kiss him like that for the rest of his life if he could. He would stay here, in your living room, on your couch, with you in his lap forever if the world let him. 

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