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THIS IS SO CUTE AWWW😭❤️❤️

Please Bokuto+ decorating the tree :) 🎄

If you do decide to write this I’d be very very thankful if you could tag me <3

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DECORATING THE TREE

˚✧₊ FT. KOUTARO BOKUTO

satorisoup christmas event! ⛄️

˚✧₊ A/N : EEEE finally a bokuto request. i love him so much oh my gosh. imagining his big ol muscley arms AJISJWJSJS he’s so yummy.

˚✧₊ WARNINGS : f!reader. petnames (babe).

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you stand in your living room with a bland fluffed out christmas tree and atleast 5 bags of different ornaments and lights at your feet.

bokuto had finally made the trip to get a christmas tree, carrying it into your home and setting it up exactly where you wanted it. the only thing left to do was of course, decorate it.

bokuto wraps the flimsy yellow lights around your tree as you dig through the bags, searching for something relatively decent.

“ko, what do you think? these ones or… these ones?” you say, holding up two types of ornaments.

and its the next sentence that comes out of bokuto’s mouth that makes you realize, in no way was this tree going to be anything short of a mismatching mess.

“what about both?”

and of course, you can’t deny him when he’s beaming at you with a bright smile, placing a glittery blue ornament next to a dull green one.

when the final ornament is placed, you take a step back before bokuto is placing something in your hands.

“you can’t forget the star!” he says.

you giggle when he places both of his large hands on either side of your hips, lifting you so you can reach, and you place the bright delicate star right on top of the tree.

when bokuto lowers you back to your feet, keeping his hold on one side of your hips, you’re finally able to admire the tree that stands in front of you.

it’s exactly what you had imagined it to look like. lights shine as they wrap around the green pine, every color and every shape of ornament you could imagine littering around it. glittery, metallic, and matte decorating almost every branch, and a big, bright yellow star sits at the top.

“babe, stand by the tree, i wanna show the guys how pretty you two look!” bokuto says, grabbing his phone for a picture.

some might say it looks ridiculous.

but to you, this tree was absolutely perfect.

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My husband 🤲

⤥ ♮♮♭ ― ❛ tenya iida is the most gentle man on the planet with you

from day one, you just know he's your prince charming. the gentleness in how he holds any part of you from your hands to your thighs, it's always so gentle and loving. each kiss is feather light and leaves you feeling warm like the sun is shining on your bare skin and yet leaves you craving more. it's almost contradictory with how physically built he is.

everything about him seems sharp and rough but not in a bad boy way. rough like trying to cut a square into a perfect circle, angled. like nothing he can do is smooth or fluid but with you, everything is. walking with him to lunch or to class is almost like a dance, his hand holding yours just enough to keep you close but loose enough to let you pull away if you want.

but you could never want to pull away.

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OMW STOPPPP😭😭

bokuto is... quiet when he's in love. he looks at you, looks at the way your hair tresses your face, the way the sun glistens against your skin and that little wrinkle you get whenever you smile too hard.

bokuto is quiet when he's thinking about you; about you holding his hand, about the way you entertain every mood of his, about the way you don't seem to judge him if he does something dumb, you make him want to be better.

bokuto is quiet whenever he even faintly hears your name slip past anyone's lips; he can't help but think back on you, think on how sweet your name sounds on literally anyone's lips; but he would rather chant your name than let others speak it more than him.

bokuto is quiet when you're talking, he knows that he rambles on, he knows that he can't stop speaking but in front of you— he doesn't need to speak. he wants to watch you, watch you doing everything, watch you ramble on and on about any weird antic or interest you have. he will hear it all, even if he doesn't understand it because...

bokuto is hopelessly in love with you.

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AAHHHHHH screaming

#HAIKYUU AND WHERE THEY KISS YOU (MULTIPLE CHARACTER)

#A/N : hshshss i love this prompt.

#WARNINGS : f!reader. kisses.

tip of the nose kisses. leaning down, placing an innocent sweet peck on the tip of your red flushed nose. sweet smiles and little laughs aftwards. it’s just too cute to pass up.

TENDOU. oikawa. sugawara.

knuckle kisses. ever the gentleman, will softly lift your hand to their lips and place soft kisses to your knuckles. will tell you that you look beautiful while still holding your hand in theirs.

osamu. akaashi. semi.

forehead kisses. putting a hand behind your head to tilt your face up, leaving a tender kiss right in the middle of your forehead. its so domestic and he just cant get enough.

kita. ushijima.

cheek kisses. bends down just to leave a little kiss on your cheek. sometimes squishes both of your cheeks together and peppers kisses on both sides.

IWAIZUMI. suna. kuroo.

big fat lip kisses. will smooch your lips over and over again. they’re just so soft and you’re so cute he just cant help but give you big ol’ kisses any time he wants to.

BOKUTO BOKUTO BOKUTO. atsumu.

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Let's sneak away together!

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Diavolo: *meeting Solomon* Oh? So this is a human? Interesting.

Many years later.

Diavolo: *meeting Mc* Hum, so this is like the premium version human?

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spot the difference is getting harder everyday

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Revitalizing this dead tumblr with memes I’ve been posting on my Twitter, I am here to provide the goods

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tw: old man

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me n the boys

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hi babe, I have a req for miguel x fem reader. ok imagine you’ve had a long day, and the exhaustion is wearing on you so while your with miguel in his office you end up falling asleep on him? I feel once he’d notice ur asleep, his protective instincts would go into full gear lol

u don’t have to do this if u want!!

oh this is so cute!!!

if you asked anyone at headquarters a certain question, they would all tell you the same thing: miguel hates physical affection. they’ve never seen him so much as shake hands with someone. you had a feeling that he was just touch starved, but you weren’t his therapist. still, you made an effort to have physical contact with him, mostly through hand shakes, and eventually high fives.

when you collapsed onto him in his office after handing in your mission report, no one expected him to let you sleep. what was even stranger, though, was the fact that he let you sleep on him.

he hadn’t even noticed lyla taking pictures of you and him, though. he was worried about you. eventually, once he finished his work, he shut off his computer and looked down at you in his lap.

sighing quietly, he picked you up (bridal style) slowly so you didn’t wake up and moved you to a spare room in hq.

as he was about to leave, though, you stirred in your sleep. he wasn’t going to pay much mind to it, but then he heard you call his name. turning back to you, he saw you looking at him.

“please don’t go,” you groggily said.

so he didn’t. he sat next to you in bed and let you cuddle up next to him. you two sat quietly for a while, miguel running his fingers through your hair and you tracing circles on his thigh. when you stopped tracing patterns, he looked down to see that you had fallen asleep to him messing with your hair. as he gazed at your peaceful face, he felt a strange sense of calmness wash over him.

he wanted to protect you, he realized. he wanted to care for you.

but weirdly, he was okay with that.

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ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE + the onion headlines (2/?)

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spiderband + the squinty™

bonus:

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i cannot stop thinking about the scene where peter b turns around like he just realized miguel is genuinely insane it is so funny

like ohhhhh. okay. yeah he’s gonna maim that 15 year old.

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miguel o'hara x reader (fluff) - soft → she/her pronouns!

the first time miguel says "i love you." based off this beautiful artwork

A feeling in Miguel's chest has been welling up like a dam on the verge of overflowing. His heart feels so full lately, almost bursting at the seams with a sensation so sweetly saccharine and warm at the same time.

Yet, it's familiar.

It's been so long since he's felt this. Like a starved man in front of a platter of food, Miguel wants nothing more to spoil himself with your affections. Now, whenever he thinks about you, it's in a lens of adoration and infatuation, so bright and almost tinted with pink.

He thinks he loves you, the way he always wonders how you feel, the way butterflies always flutter around his heart when you kiss him, the way his hands were always meant to be on your skin.

Ever since Miguel realized that he loves you, he didn't know what to do with himself. He wants to tell you so bad, to show you how much you mean to him. Every time he tries to vocalize his feelings, he's left with his mouth agape with no voice in his throat. He's utterly speechless, clueless on how to say it.

"My love, are you okay?" You always ask him, trailing your little hand over his chest.

He coughs a little, blinking his eyes a bit. "Yeah honey, I'm fine."

He doesn't know who to ask, or if he should ask at all on what to do. Miguel despises being lost, he hates not knowing things that seem so simple and casual.

Normally, the person he'd ask for anything would he you, but obviously he couldn't do that without spilling his heart out onto the floor for you. You've made him too opaque with love.

What he does know though, is that an "I love you." should come out naturally.

It happens when Miguel least expects; a call.

He got a little lonely, left all alone to do ugly work and missions at the office while you got to lounge on your off day. He misses you a little too much; the ghost of your touch and scent lingering nearby as if you were actually there.

Everything he could be doing right now could be with you, but Miguel pouts. You should be spending time with him instead, letting him touch you and kiss you and feed you. Instead, you're out on your off-day, out into Nueva York enjoying yourself.

At first, he thinks about just waiting until you come back to work so that he can take you home. But, then he remembers that you'll be, "gone until 7" so that plan was out the window.

Your off-days to him were both a blessing and a curse; you get the break you rightfully deserve, but Miguel has to go a whole day without you. (How tragic.)

It's moments like these that really make Miguel realize that he loves you. He longs for you, even when you'll only be gone for less than a day.

If the plan to wait is out the window, then Miguel thinks that the best he can do is just call you. Hearing your voice through a low-quality mic is enough to send him miles, or at least until you come back.

He leans his arms against his desk for a moment, gazing at the watch on his wrist as if it'll give him an answer to whether or not he should call you. Is he being too clingy? Did you want some time alone?

Miguel supposes, that a short call would suffice. He'll call you quickly to say hi, and then he'll leave you to your devices. You won't even have to worry about tending to him.

It takes him a moment, but eventually, he presses that call button. Once the dial starts to ring, Miguel's heart rate rises. He almost doesn't know why he gets so nervous around you, but he knows you wouldn't mind.

"Hi hun. You need something?" You greet, and Miguel nearly bites down a sigh from how heavenly your voice sounds.

I need you. Miguel thinks, but he just can't bring himself to say it.

You can recognize the specific way Miguel's voice gets when he talks with you; gentler and airier. It's sweet.

"Hi, sweetie..." Miguel sighs, his cheek against his arm as he starts into the watch. "...I just miss you, that's all."

The way you chuckle is delightful, Miguel subconsciously smiling to himself. It makes him giddy, and something in his heart starts to grow.

"Awww, Miguelito. I miss you too." You say, warmth blooming on Miguel's face.

"Where are you?"

"I'm in line getting dinner right now, at Anton's. Do you want anything? I know you like the fried plantains they have."

Miguel gets excited, happily dreaming about sitting down at home to eat with you, just so he could stare at you the entire time.

"Can we share?" Miguel asks. "Get the plantains too."

"Of course, honey."

It sounds like you're listing your order the way he could still hear your voice, muffled and faraway from the mic. He waits the whole time, hearing your polite laughs and thanks from afar.

Miguel thinks back to the first time you went to Anton's together, after you had recommended it to him. Comforting food with his most favorite person was a memory imprinted in his mind, fluffy and raw with love.

He hears a bit more shuffling from the other end, and it appears as though you've taken a seat somewhere to wait.

"I'm back-"

"I think I love you."

Miguel's mind almost goes blank, sheer emotion guiding his voice to spill those sacred words.

"..."

A deadly chill runs up Miguel's spine, his heartbeat quickening and his face blanching when all he can hear from the other end is silence. It extends for only a few seconds, but to Miguel, it's more of three years long.

Instantly, Miguel starts to regret it, a choking, terrible feeling soaking his mind like water traveling up a napkin. He was too forward, too ubrupt-

"Really?"

Miguel virtually chokes on thin air when he hears your voice, hesitant yet hopeful.

"Yeah." Is all he can really say in the moment. He's walking on eggshells with you, near bending over backwards so that he can preserve what love he has left from you.

There's a moment of suspenseful silence, and Miguel almost starts to sweat from how on edge he is.

"Well, I love you too, Miguel."

The biggest, fattest weight is thrown off Miguel's chest, like a dam being burst open. Adoration swells in Miguel's eyes, and a smile creeps up onto his face. You love him!

Though, something in Miguel tells him that he always knew.

"Can you... say it again?" Miguel mutters, still a little embarrassed from the whole ordeal.

His request makes you smile. He's such a boy.

"I love you, Miguelito."

Miguel wants to scream when you finally tell him, resisting every urge to just flip his desk over right then and there. There's an angry blush on his face, and his heart skips a few beats. You're perfect.

"Oh my god, honey, say it again. Please." Miguel sighs, tucking his face into his forearm.

You giggle a little. "Miguel, I have to pick up the food! I'll tell you all you want when I get back, m'kay?"

"...M'kay." Miguel pouts, excitement already building up at the thought of being able to hear your love for him in person. It makes him nervous, a little light to the head at the thought.

"Love you, bye."

Before Miguel has a chance to say anything, you hang up the call, and he's left alone. He's speechless.

Reality slowly starts to trickle in, and Miguel realizes his adorable accomplishment. After nearly a month of holding back his feelings, he finally was able to tell you in person.

It feels amazing, almost like he broke a barrier in your relationship. With Miguel at the peak of the mountain, it's all downhill from here.

He promises to himself that he'll practice telling you how he feels, now that he knows you feel the exact same way. It should get easier over time, he thinks, fantasized about the sweetness, the domesticity of it all.

He's never been more excited to get you back home, eager to smother you with his hands and eat sweet plantains with you.

Miguel's aware he doesn't know how to share his feelings as easily as you do...

but he's working on it.

if anyone is wondering, yes, i switched accounts from my old one, @cosmosis, all of my writings will continue on this blog

© 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒂.

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miguel o'hara x reader (fluff) - please? → she/her pronouns!

miguel begs you not to get out of bed

By far the highest blessing you could receive in the morning is Miguel O'Hara's morning voice.

Deep, gravelly, and sparse, Miguel's morning voice always manages to send chills down your spine, especially when you're nothing but a hair's width apart from his chest.

You can feel his heart slowly beat against your cheek, his chest rising and falling to the sound of his breathing. Waking up to a face full of chest has been unexpectedly, one of the numerous highlights of your day.

Slowly, your eyes flutter open, and it takes you a moment to come to your senses. He smells nice, a reminder of the shower gel you keep in your bathroom for when he visits.

Miguel's almost too big for your bed; he takes up your space, barely fits the comforter, but you love him anyway. You really don't know how, or why Miguel chooses to sleep with you in your tiny little bed, but you don't complain.

"Amor."

His wording rumbles from the deepest parts of his throat, and you can feel the vibration of his voice against your ear. You squirm a little, tiny noises escaping your mouth as you make yourself just a little more comfortable.

"Mmmph... what time is it?" You murmur into his skin, savoring the warmth he omits.

Miguel lazily rests his heavy arm over you, running his abnormally large hand over your back. He presses a darling kiss into your hair, humming. It's only you who gets to see him like this, all sleepy-eyed and touchy beyond repair. You try to savor this version of Miguel as possible, knowing that he has to be someone else when he's at work.

Miguel keeps a single arm on you while you try to bend your arm in impossible ways, twisting and turning your limb to try to reach your phone on the bedside table. Eventually it works, and you manage to slip your phone into your fingers before you dislocate your arm.

"It's 9:23..." You breathe, sighing before turning your phone back off and placing it next to your pillow.

Miguel's pulling you in like a magnet, snuggling you like a puppy would a teddy bear. He's just too cute like this, hands and legs roaming around your body for something to squeeze. As much as you absolutely hate to let go of him, duty calls.

"Miguel... we have to go to work."

He can hear the distaste in your voice, reminded of the agonizingly long spread of cleanup, the idea of people bothering him, the mediocre food at the cafeteria. (Except for the empanadas, lmao)

Miguel doesn't want to go to work today, and he doesn't think you do either. Wearing a skin-tight supersuit just wasn't it today.

"Noo...." Miguel whines, strengthening his arms around you. You have to tap on his arm, just so enough air can find it's way back to your lungs again.

"Miguel, we have a job to do." You say, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes. You hear him groan into your hair, your mind practically going blank at the sound of his intense morning voice.

We mUST stay focused brothers, we must stay focused!!!

Almost like every morning, you begin your wrestle for freedom, pushing at his forearms wrapped tight over you. It's almost like you forget that Miguel's a superhuman Spider-Man. Stubbornly, he keeps his lazy stance, ignoring your tiny pushes and shoves.

"Oh my gosh, Miguel. Let me go. If you don't go to work, I will." You curse, squirming and kicking yourself in all sorts of directions.

He shakes his head again, eyes closed shut and nose still in your hair.

It was only a matter of time before you'd tire yourself out.

And you did.

Miguel's got the shittiest, most satisfied grin on his face, and all you can do is scowl at him. Still, he hasn't let go of you, and now you're convinced he wont let you go until the end of the day.

As much as Miguel was stubborn, you were too. You have a final ace up your sleeve, and hopefully it'll save both Jessica and the kids from disarray in the office today.

Miguel's face starts to melt down a little when you flutter your eyelashes at him, shoving your face into his chest and pressing a sweet little kiss between his pectorals.

It's like the satisfaction from Miguel transferred over to you, and Miguel is left speechless as you trail your way up to his clavicle, nipping and kissing at the surface of his skin.

"Let me go, please?" You ask, specifically in the tone of voice that you know Miguel loses his shit over.

His voice is hitched in his throat, ears turning scarlet as his grip around you starts to loosen.

"I... honey-"

The moment you reach his neck, Miguel know's he's done for, a chill running down his neck and back. It makes him all hot, his mind being wiped clean like a whiteboard. Just for the funsies, you kiss his pulse point a little, wrapping your own arms around his neck.

Utterly, Miguel melts, the sweetest, poutiest expression on his face like he doesn't know what to.

You win.

While you still can, you slip out of Miguel's grip, your feet finally meeting the carpeted floor. Miguel realizes your little act, grumbling and pouting to himself as he relishes the disappearance of your warmth.

"If you come to work, we can do more..." You tease, trotting off to your bathroom with a chuckle.

Reluctantly, the man rises from your bed, the boards creaking under his weight. (One day, he's gonna break your bed, somehow.) He follows after you, running his hand through his messy bedhead.

"Coming, sweetie."

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spider kidz :P