#jean is secretly very touched by their surprise

[tazernatic]

Jean horrified by the birthday cake cat, laila & jeremy made for him

jeremy is a firm believer that anything looks sad without sprinkles but he wasn't sure how many he could get away with before jean considered it a health hazard.

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[lumi077]

X-Men HCs

A/N: my hyperfixations are not very hyperfixating rn. literally they’re changing so fast. But take some nice little relationship headcanons, and the next Chapter of Winters’ Servants is coming soon!!

Characters included: Logan (Wolverine), Scott (Cyclops), Kurt (NightCrawler), Jean

Warnings: potential OOC, nothing else really. kept it nice and light.

Logan (Wolverine):

Logan would absolutely, if you use them, stretch out your new hairbands for you. If you express that you dislike using them unless stretched, he’ll offer to wear them on his wrists for a day or two till they’re stretched to your liking. It could be the most girly hair ties and he’ll proudly wear three on each wrist. When asked, he’ll happily tell them “Just stretchin ‘em for my woman/man/partner”

Scary dog privileges? Scary dog privileges. He adores making you feel safe enough to wear the most skin revealing or feminine clothing. You want to wear something revealing/very feminine but tell him you're scared? He’ll instantly assure you and tell you to wear anything you want. If someone says something, he won’t hesitate to shut them up before you even hear.

There’s going to be a point in your relationship that you’ll realize he absolutely doesn’t care about any of the gross stuff you do. Burp, Fart, don’t shave? He really doesn’t care in the least bit. Definitely the boyfriend that will go, unphased, into the bathroom while you're on the toilet and brush his teeth or shower without a care in the world. If you are comfortable that is, and he secretly preens when he realizes that you're comfy enough to do that stuff around him lol.

I wholeheartedly believe that when he realizes he wants you to be his forever partner, he’ll gift you his dog tags. His past is very personal to him, because he could never remember it for a good part of it. His dog tags are only second to him getting down on one knee. 

Speaking of getting down on one knee, sorry for all the people who want it to be a surprise, but he won’t make a big deal and will tell you about his plans beforehand. No surprise engagement, and no public one. Not because he doesn’t care, but because he wants to make sure you’re ready and want it too. He doesn’t put much on marriage because it doesn’t change much, and doesn't want you to feel pressured to say yes because there are people there. He’ll love you the same married or not, but he does note how pretty you look with the ring he bought you on your finger.

I personally believe he would be more likely to get in a committed relationship with another mutant. I just think a lot of the X-Men would want to be able to relate to their partner and have their partner relate to them, and Logan is going to live a long life so…I can't truly see him with a normal person. 

If you are apart of the X-Men, while he won’t baby you or anything, he finds himself keeping an eye on you the most. There have been a fair amount of times that you find yourself having a Logan shield on the field, and even more often if you are susceptible to projectiles. 

Dates are a norm at this point, Fridays are always the day he takes you out. It’s usually the same place, but he thinks it’s nice. 

Flowers are also a norm, if you mention you like them. 

He doesn’t do much on Valentine’s day because he already does all the normal valentine’s day stuff it weekly or bi-weekly. Does get cheat food so you guys can eat it and watch stupid rom com movies though. 

Scott (Cyclops):

First and Foremost Scott is such a golden retriever. Anything you want, he obtains quickly and with 0 thoughts of you getting him something in return. He just wants to see his partner happy and healthy, with a smile on their face as often as possible.

He is very big on PDA, likes to hold your hand, or slip an arm around your waist, put his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, etc. Overall he just likes touching you, and just because you're in public doesn’t mean anything.

Adding on to his liking of PDA, I feel like he’s possessive. Like in the one X-Men movie, when Logan goes into the past and stops bad shit from happening and goes to touch Jean and he blocks him? Yeah he does that with you but with everyone. He likes people knowing your his and what’s better than you two being attached at the hip in public?

He likes when you wear his things as well, not so much for people knowing you’re his like mentioned above but just because you're adorable in it. Want his sweatshirt? He’s giving it to you even though it's negative 5 out. His cologne? Just take the whole bottle, even though it’s brand new. He’ll get another one!!

When he’s on missions and away, he gives you so many shirts and even a pair of sweats. Sprays the stuffed animals he got you with his cologne, same with your pillows. He will expect the same if it’s you going away for a long time. Or you’ll come back to him sleeping on your side of the bed where it smells the most like you, his face stuffed in one of your pillows that has one of your shirts on it. 

He is very vocal about being your boyfriend, and you being his partner. Everyone in the world knows, yet no one asked. He’ll gush about you to whoever will listen, the rest of the team is so done but they do admit his devotion to you is adorable.

All the ladies and gents and nonbinary pals who want an over the top surprise proposal, this is your man. It’s super romantic, he pays for your nails if you wear them, getting your hair done, and a new outfit. And you can’t even tell it’s because he wants to propose because he does this all the time. Then he takes you to your fav restaurant and pops the question.

Make no mistake though, he has to be 100% sure that you want him to propose to do so. He’s so attuned to you and your likings he gets your dream ring without having to ask everyone close to you first. Which also assures him no one can spoil the surprise.

He is one of the few ones who probably doesn’t care if you're a mutant or not, because his love is 100% blind. He would probably want a mutant partner, but once he falls he falls hard.

He also won’t baby you if you’re in the X-Men, but if he happens to laser them first? Not his fault.

Kurt (NightCrawler):

He is a very shy partner at first. But once he falls for you, and you make it obvious you have fallen for him it all goes out the window. He is a completely different person around you, confident and flirty. He is just so in love. 

Teases you almost constantly, he’s a teaser with everyone but he loves to see you blush and squirm from his words. 

Loves if you run your fingers through his fur, and almost emits a low purr when you do. If you brush it for him, especially if he doesn’t ask you but you WANT to, he swears he is going to marry you one day. 

He takes you places you told him you wanted to go to when you guys were in the talking stage. Paris? Done, let’s get some baguettes for back home! The Bahamas? Pack a bathing suit, and make sure to bring the detangling brush.

He loves non sexual acts of intimacy, like taking baths together!! Your fingers feel like heaven on his scalp when you massage the shampoo and conditioner in his hair. He also loves touching your body, he’s always careful with the fact he has claws but he would never dream of hurting you.

Big on cuddling and all that stuff in private, but I feel like he would want to keep it behind closed doors. Not because he doesn’t love you, but because he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands on you otherwise. 

Long missions with him are never a problem, he’ll just teleport to you wherever you may be and spend time with you before heading back. 

He’s your call bird, and the gossip you two are able to share with one another? It is divine. He seems to know everything, and you know the most obvious stuff but he always makes you feel like Sherlock Holmes when you tell him things he already heard and was going to tell you about. Which is why he always makes you spill the tea first lol.

For marriage and proposing, I can see him accidentally proposing on a mission. Tensions are high, and he’s worried that one of you won’t make it home to the other. The thought alone makes him dread the upcoming battle, but he grabs your hand and looks into your eyes and states with all the conviction in the world “We’ll get married after this.”

You brush it off, after you both survive the battle, that he didn’t mean it. He just wanted you to know how much he loved you. But oh how wrong you are when you walk into a room with all your close friends and family, Kurt in the middle down on one knee and asking you to marry him. Your face was priceless, and lucky for him everyone took pictures. 

He definitely carries around a photo with you wherever he goes, and when he prays he takes it out and not only asks that God protect him, but you as well because there is no life beyond you. Even if you’re not religious he’ll still do it, just for the peace of mind. 

Jean:

She’s the black cat of the relationship for sure. I mean, she has a lot of issues but she always makes you her first priority. 

She keeps tabs on you constantly. What’s your mood, why? She’ll talk to you in your mind when you’re anxious to calm you, and let you know that she’s there with you. She’s probably an anxious persons’ best friend. You don’t even have to talk, she knows what you mean and changes accordingly. 

She is big on communication for sure. If you do something that bothers or hurts her feelings she will sit you down and talk to you about it. And she has this certain way of doing that doesn’t make you feel guilty. She’s just letting you know what she does and doesn’t like and won’t tell anyone else. These things are very private to her. And she expects you to do the same, and her feelings are never hurt by it. 

Jean’s type of love is selfless. She would put herself in danger tenfold just to keep you safe. Mutant or not, she would be the one to baby you if you’re a part of the X-Men as well. There’s always a kind of bubble around you, that not many but you notice. Hence, people think you’re indestructible because you’re the only one who came back uninjured for the fourth time. 

She wants to be independent, but also loves when you do stuff for her. She will never ask, but her heart warms so much when she sees you did something for her because you wanted too and not because she asked. 

She plans your dream proposal. She is almost a roommate in your own mind, she knows what you like and don’t like. 

Small extra blurb: imagine giving telepathic hints that you want a proposal. She thinks “Why are they broadcasting their ring si-ooooh. I see.”

She is so gentle with you, almost afraid that you’ll break and it’ll be all her fault. The way her hands gently caress you or how she holds your hand is so incredibly gentle.

[maybank5]

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↳ jj maybank x you // imagine

jj maybank doesn't do anything half-assed. including anything pertaining to wooing his girl and making her swoon. in fact, he makes it his new life's mission to ensure that whenever you're around him, he gives you butterflies. at the same time, all he wants is to make you feel safe, secure, protected. no one will lay a hand on you, no one would dare.

jj is a secret romantic. it's a side of him he keeps completely tucked away, a side of him only that special someone is allowed to see. he's the type to bring you wildflowers he's picked (or flowers he's yanked from the country club gardens where he works, but no one needs to know that); the type to know exactly what your favorite order is at your favorite restaurant, and order it for you; the type to hold your hand when no one is looking, to run his thumb over your knuckles; to place his hand on your thigh as he drives fast down dirt roads.

jj's hands are always calloused. when he's not working out on his boat, he's fixing up his bike or some old car. he's always got dirt under his nails or grease on his hands. but he always makes sure his hands are clean before slipping yours in his, before letting himself even touch you.

he is spontaneous as hell. a date with jj can be anything from taking the boat out on the water just the two of you to watch the sunset, to drink cheap beer and dance to the music crooning from his cracked phone speaker under the moonlight; to staying in, watching horror movies under blankets while he holds you in his arms, making sure you feel completely safe, even if he does like to tease you whenever you get jump-scared by a particular scene. and he's always at the ready to soothe you with kisses and cuddles afterwards, of course.

sometimes a date night means getting gussied up and going out to a fancy restaurant, a kind with the white cloths on the tables and votive candles floating in glass. you know jj is a little uncomfortable in those sorts of situations, but he loves seeing you dressed up for him, getting to take you out and show you off; and he secretly loves the quietness of these dates, away from the loudness of the usual bars or beach shacks. he enjoys the way your full attention is on him, and his on you.

he loves doing little things for you. surprising you with the flowers he's picked, bringing you take-out after a hard day of work when all you want to do is put your feet up on the couch for the night, checking your tires, doing the oil changes for your car. he always makes you feel safe and looked after.

jj is handsy as heck with you. it's like he can't believe you're his and he keeps wanting to touch and make sure you're real. he's not big on PDA, but when you're alone just the two of you, he loves to hold your hand, to slip his hand in the back pocket of your faded blue jeans, wrap his arms around you from behind. he's always hooking his chin over your shoulder while you're standing at the kitchen counter. he's also playful as hell. he's so very gentle with you, sometimes you think he treats you like you're breakable, this valuable, precious thing. but then there's times when he gets in his playful moods, wanting to play-wrestle and tickle. he loves tossing you over his shoulder and tossing you back onto the bed before devouring you and completely taking you apart piece by piece.

he's intense in everything he does. especially in loving you. you've never felt a love like this, never knew something or someone could make you feel so treasured, valued, and protected. you are precious to him, and what jj maybank considers precious, he guards with his life. you count yourself blessed beyond measure that that includes you.

[runa-falls]

pornstar!moon-boys x fluffer!reader

part one: marc

a/n: some headcannons bc we filthy up in this bitch >:)

others: steven | jake | more steven

as a fluffer, it's your job to know how to keep the boys interested. each alter has their own preferences:

(NSFW 18+ under the cut)

marc: the wretched

Marc is a self-deprecating man and the first alter you met. He's always very serious about his work, even when directors come up with ridiculous scenarios for him to act out.

At first, he refused you, convincing himself that all he needed to prep for scenes was his hand and his phone. That didn't last long. He was struggling to get through shooting days and often forced production to extend over their time. So you were called.

He didn't expect a girl like you to come onto set. You looked like a normal civilian, clothed in comfortable jeans and a tank top. You didn't look like you belonged anywhere near the porn industry.

The first session with you immediately changed his mind. You figured him out within a handful of minutes, watching closely to how he'd react to different touches and situations.

You never take your clothes off for him because that's how he likes it. There's this unspoken power dynamic that would surprise a lot of his fans as he's known for being dominant in videos. With you, he's the one who's stripped down as you climb into his lap fully clothed.

He sighs, hands gripping your waist as the rough texture of your jeans rubs against his sensitive skin. You grind down on him because you know he likes it rough and you can already feel him stiffening under you.

He's not submissive in a way where he whines or begs, he just takes whatever you'll give him. Sometimes you'll refuse his kisses, pulling back or looking away when he gets too close, too needy. It only turns him on further because he thinks he deserves it.

Other times you'll only kiss him. You'll make out with him for the full 15 minutes he has to prepare while never touching him once and he'll last the whole scene.

But his favorite sessions are when you edge him over and over again until he's physically trembling under you. He'll never admit it but he loves when you sit on his lap. He secretly craves your closeness and the intimacy that your presence brings, so when you edge him you're perched on his lap so you both have to watch as your hand pumps his cock in between your bodies.

The handjobs are nothing special, but he crumbles from your touch anyway. You've found that you can break him in mere minutes when you make him look at you, eye-to-eye.

"Look at me, baby." You purr, using your open hand to tilt his head up. His eyes are droopy and red, a product of two edging sessions right before this. Your gazes lock and he's shivering in your hold. "Come on, give it to me." You give him a teasing squeeze and he about falls over. His breaths start to speed up and you know he's getting close.

A glance at the clock says you have 4 minutes until call time.

With one more stroke you pull away.

He lets out a low grunt and his body shudders from how sensitive he is. You be a breeze could finish him off.

Maybe you went overboard... usually you only edge him once, but three times?

He'll probably be back in this room in 20 minutes from cumming too early. Dammit.

"Ok, you have like... 3 minutes. You ready?"

You've learned to be casual, to take him out of the scene as fast a possible so he can focus. He's still sitting on the armchair, trying to calm down.

"I, uh. I think I need a minute." Marc won't look at you.

Yeah, maybe three was too much.

[shitsndgiggs]

Do you remember Kenans Insta post, where he’s at a lake or something? (Jeans jacket etc)

Imagine him bringing reader there to their first date 🥹🌸 and Kenan has his first kiss HAJQHWHWHWHWH

CLUMSY FIRST DATE - KENAN YILDIZ

A first date with Kenan

Kenan Yildiz x fem! reader

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The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the lake in hues of orange and pink.

Kenan and I were out in a small boat, the soft sound of water lapping against the sides as he nervously tried to keep us on course.

His hands gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, and I could see the concentration on his face, his brows furrowed slightly.

He had been a mix of nervous energy and excitement since the moment he picked me up, and I found it endearing.

The normally confident and easygoing Kenan seemed almost shy tonight, his cheeks a little flushed as he glanced over at me.

I leaned back in my seat, grinning. "So, is this your idea of a perfect first date?" I teased, watching as he tried to navigate the boat.

Kenan shot me a playful glare, though his lips twitched into a smile. "I thought it would be… romantic," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. "You know, just us, the sunset, the water…”

I smiled softly. "It is," I assured him. "You don’t have to try so hard, you know."

He seemed to relax at my words, his shoulders loosening as he steered the boat toward the middle of the lake. "Good," he muttered, glancing at me from the corner of his eye.

"Because I was worried you’d think this was… I don’t know, cheesy."

"Cheesy?" I laughed. "Kenan, I think it's sweet."

His smile widened, but just as he was about to say something, he accidentally pulled the wheel a little too hard to the side.

The boat swerved, and a sudden splash of water came up over the side, soaking my dresst.

I gasped in surprise, jumping up slightly in my seat. “Kenan!” I exclaimed, half-laughing, half-shivering.

His eyes went wide with panic. “Oh, no! I’m so sorry!” he blurted, immediately letting go of the wheel and rushing over to my side.

I laughed, shaking my head. “It’s fine, it’s just water,” I assured him, even though I was now very aware of the chilly breeze brushing against my wet dress.

Without a second thought, Kenan shrugged off his jean jacket and draped it over my shoulders.

“Here, take this,” he insisted, his hands lingering on my shoulders for a moment. His touch was warm, and I could feel the softness of the fabric enveloping me, carrying the scent of his cologne.

“Trying to impress me with your chivalry now?” I teased, pulling the jacket tighter around myself, though secretly I was enjoying the feel of his jacket and the closeness of his body hovering near mine.

Kenan smirked, leaning in a little closer. “Is it working?” he asked, his voice dropping to a low, playful whisper.

I felt my cheeks heat up, but I met his gaze head-on, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. “Maybe a little,” I admitted, my voice soft.

He chuckled, clearly pleased with himself, and stayed close, his eyes locked on mine. “Well, I’m glad to hear it,” he murmured, his fingers brushing against my arm as he adjusted the jacket around me.

The closeness between us made my heart race. His face was so close to mine that I could see every fleck of gold in his brown eyes.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breath. “You’re a little smoother than I gave you credit for,” I teased.

Kenan grinned. “I can be, when I want to be,” he replied, his voice still that low, flirtatious tone.

Just as I was about to reply, another wave rocked the boat slightly, and I stumbled forward a bit, bumping into his chest.

His arms instinctively wrapped around me to steady me, and I could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

“Careful there,” he whispered, his lips just inches from mine.

I looked up at him, feeling a sudden urge to close the gap between us. “What if I don’t want to be careful?” I whispered back, my heart pounding in my chest.

His eyes widened slightly, surprised by my boldness, but then a slow, confident smile spread across his face. “I’d say… good,” he murmured before leaning in and pressing his lips softly against mine.

The kiss was gentle at first, almost tentative, but then I felt his grip tighten around me, pulling me closer.

His lips were warm and soft, and I felt a rush of warmth spread through me, forgetting all about the cold water or the awkwardness of the moment before.

When we finally pulled back, his eyes were shining, a mixture of happiness and disbelief.

“Wow,” he breathed, still holding me close. “I’ve… I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

I smiled, feeling a blush spread across my cheeks. “Me too,” I whispered.

He grinned, leaning his forehead against mine. “I’m glad I finally got the courage to ask you out,” he said softly.

I laughed lightly, resting my hands on his chest. “Well, next time, maybe we should stay on land,” I joked.

He chuckled, nodding. “Deal,” he agreed. Then, with a playful grin, he added, “But I think I did pretty well for a first date, don’t you?”

I smiled, leaning up to peck his lips again. “Yeah, Kenan… you did pretty well.”

[writerjuliannaf]

Wolverine Headcanons

after a VERY long hiatus from Tumblr… I’m happy to say that I’m officially back!!

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡ Has a chunky pet squirrel named Bruce

He likes to eat Logan’s sandwiches, runs around the mansion and knows to stay indoors, and he has a black cowl/stripe shape on his face —which instantly reminded Logan of Batman, sparking his pet’s name

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡ Frequently visits a local diner and orders the same thing every time: waffles drenched in maple syrup, with a large plate of bacon on the side

The waitress who always serves him is a sweet, older, southern lady —either named Althea or Ida— and she knows his order by heart, often calling him “sugar” or “baby” in her thick accent

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡ Is secretly VERY clingy when he gets attached and loves to cuddle

When I tell you this man loves physical touch of any kind (I’m talking in a non-spicy way) HE REALLY loves it… cuddling, spooning, holding hands, having you sit in his lap while you both eat… it’s non stop with Logan (but I’m not complaining, lol)

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡ He also loves when his hair and beard are softly scratched

Logan may seem like a no-nonsense baddie… but at the end of the day, he is a huge softie, loving his hair, beard, and back scratched. Who doesn’t? But Logan… he craves it

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡ Loves texting his girl, and often sends her too many gifs and emojis

I think when Logan finds the girl of his dreams (NOT JEAN) he surprises everyone at the mansion when they see him texting and smirking at his phone. Gifs, emojis, encouraging quotes from Pinterest, you name it… and he’ll send it to her. Because it not only makes her smile… but man, it makes him smile too

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡ Collects either shot glasses or pins every time he travels, especially when he’s on missions

I like to think this started when Logan officially moved into the X-Mansion, sooooo many years ago. He finally had a place to stay and somewhere to store his new belongings that he’d eventually buy/collect. And at first, he probably saw a pin/shot glass with a funny quote on it and decided to swipe it. But then, on each mission, it just became a habit

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡ Enjoys the musical 7 Brides for 7 Brothers because it’s very nostalgic for Logan and reminds him of the traditional lifestyle in the 1800’s

So this is not really that surprising, since he was born in the 1800’s (In 1832, right?) and I believe the movie was just randomly playing on the tv one day, and he instantly fell in love. It warmed something inside him to see, once again, how his life in the frontiere looked —since he probably lived in a Canadian small town that resembled the town in the movie

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡ Loves when you wear his shirts

Wanna make Logan extremely happy? Wear something of his. His shirts, sweat pants, jackets. And OMG… his cowboy hats!! This man is FERAL and he just LOVES when his scent mixes with yours. You could even wear his SOCKS, and I can bet you, you’ll immediately see hearts in his eyes

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡ REALLY loves when you read to him, especially before bed

Okay… this gives beauty and the beast vibes. And I’m telling you, every time I see that movie (one of my favorite Disney movies, btw) I just imagine Logan just adoringly gazing at you like the Beast looked at Belle as she read. And Logan WILL beg you to read to him (in a casual way though, cause he still has that gruff reputation to maintain) more so before bed. Maybe his mom, or even Victor, read to him when he was sick? Who knows… but just know, it soothes him

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡ Most definitely hums and sings in the shower

He has a great singing voice, but no one knows that except you. And when you’re chilling in his room while he showers, just be prepared for him to belt out some 80’s rock songs or even some old country tunes. He also likes a lot of songs from the 50’s too, which would definitely give him that bad boy, biker/greaser vibe

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Thank you for reading!! And if you have any requests, lemme know ♡

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[crezz-star]

I can't help but wonder about your One Piece OC! I know you've mentioned that he's a mature person in the crew, but do you see him as more of a sibling/parental role to Luffy, or is he part of the shenanigans with usopp/chopper/luffy, or is he like tired uncle like Jinbei (or secretly amused like zoro) ? I am eager to hear about where he meshes in with crew especially luffy

I also can't help but wonder if our first mate gets jealous of him often. You mentioned that you do, but I think about like what if some days luffy just misses Ace, and luff will stare at Jean a lot more sometimes or just hover around him just to relive being with his brother *cries*

✨Kira kira yoho!✨

Hello!

Ahhh!! Im so happy and excited every time I get question about my OCs (❤´艸｀❤) Thank you for taking interest and being curious about Jean!

To answer. He is more of big brother type. Not just to Luffy but to everyone. Even the older mature straw hats. Jean just have so much love to give, growing up not knowing much about the world, isolated and thinking himself to be a slave until death. It really is Luffy and the strawhats who saved him and his fellow slaves so, he's enthusiastic in showing them how much he cares for them. how thankful he is to them for saving him, and along with that, his life. So he spoils everyone like this cool doting brother.

I'm actually planning to make one paged comic series ( kind of like 4 koma? ) in his interactions with the strawhats. As well as discovering more of the world. little sneak peek with Sanji ( ignore the cross. i changed that to a locket )

Here, Jean becomes the big brother Sanji dreamed and should have had. At first it annoys Sanji to no end even saying stuff like " gross, dont touch me. its weird! " but Jean is so gentle towards the crew, even helping Sanji wash the dishes, even cleaning the kitchen at night to surprise Sanji that eventually, Sanji accepts Jean. And finally allows himself to be spoiled. Even bringing out that side of Sanji that longs for a caring brother. One he only dreamed back then.

Jean has that ability to let everyone's hidden side of wanting to be spoiled and Jean is all to happy to do so. He is just so happy to be there with everyone. That he never really asks for anything in return.

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As for Zoro being made Jealous by Jean. Yes he does that. but there is a moment only the three of them knows. Its when Luffy gets nightmares about Ace every now and then. most of the time he can deal with it, but there are times he's so shaken. When Jean wasn't around yet, it's Zoro trying to calm him down. But when jean arrived, the three of them found out that, despite being freaked out by jean and Ace looking alike, Jean helps Luffy calm down due to his voice being exactly like Ace's. Along with it, Jean's hugs is just one of the best. Even beating hugs from Jinbei. There's a strange therapeutic effect.

Here is a comic I doodled quickly just now to show that.

I still wanted to emphasize the eerie feeling from Jean and Ace's similarities are so the comic ended up a bit off. (laughs) please forgive me!

Every time this happens, Luffy does apologize to Jean for asking him to 'talk' like Ace. He knows it's wrong, but honestly, Jean would do anything to calm Luffy. and He knows Luffy doesn't mean it and that he's just suffering, So Jean is very patient with him and never really feels offended at all.

And that is all the answers I have!

Thank you for being interested in Jean!! 💖💖

✨Have a sparkling day!✨

[furuyalover]

Hello welcome back! I'd like to request relationship headcannons with kuro,oikawa and sugawara (separately) with a male reader who's more quiet and reserved that some people think is mean looking but in reality is just a softy that loves cute things. For the song I'd like to request super shy by new jeans.

super shy ! | mars & her music event

“wait a minute i make you mine, make you mine”

— ft. kuroo tetsurou & oikawa tooru x male!reader

AN: ahh ty for ur request!! this was rlly fun & something new for me since i dont listen to kpop that often :)) hope u enjoy! also im trying this new-ish format out so lmk if u prefer this or my usual longer, drabble styled format :D

kuroo tetsurou

the dynamic between you & kuroo is one that i feel like is awfully similar to kuroo & tsukishima! a semi-obnoxious goofball and a quiet, mean looking guy, who is secretly a lover boy.

“you're on my mind all the time”

needless to say people were very surprised to find out you were dating kuroo

“kuroo’s dating him? i never would’ve thought of pairing, he doesn’t seem like he likes people, even more so relationship sort of guy you know?”

the comments your peers made were bothersome at first but you and kuroo both ignored them

all that really mattered was how much you guys loved each other, so who cares what they think

but knowing kuroo, that won’t stop him from making a snarky comment to shut them up

“obviously im dating him hello? you’re all just jealous that he actually enjoys my company, and not that of a bunch of losers” kuroo was always convinced everyone was jealous that he got to be with you

regardless, you would also roll your eyes and half heartedly apologize for his comments

definitely a huuuuge physical touch and acts of service typa guy

this would always be perfect, since you weren’t the biggest fan of going out, & even just laying together in bed was good enough to be a date for you two

he absolutely loves cuddling with you, and makes it a point to always be touching you when you’re out in public

whether it be having his arm laying atop your shoulder, or rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand while your fingers are intertwined, he always needs you with him.

“i wanna tell you, but im super shy, super shy”

normally you’re quiet around others and kuroo knows this, but you’re more talkative with him and he loves it.

he takes in every word you say and relishes in it.

and one thing about kuroo, he will remember EVERYTHING you talk about or mention

did you briefly mention a new snack you wanna try? you better believe tomorrow you’ll be greated with that on your kitchen counter

that’s just the kind of guy kuroo is. despite his goofy personality, he’s extremely caring and observant. he’ll always do everything in his power to make you feel loved, even the little things. especially the little things really. he believes that these small things are truly what shows how much he cares, without being outwardly affectionate, because he knows how much they make your day. while he won’t hesitate to scream and shout his love for you, he’s a big fan of the quiet type of love that you’re more receptive to. that’s your type of love, with your tetsurou.

oikawa tooru

“find a lil' spot, just sit and talk. looking pretty, follow me”

you honestly found it surprising when you and oikawa started dating, you didn’t think he would be interested in someone like you considering his fan club. but unfortunately the fan club felt the same way.

you really could care less about his fan club though. making sure to constantly roll your eyes at them, and show them your cold attitude

this ofc made them say things like “how could oikawa like him??? he’s actually so mean”

but this didn’t matter !! because behind closed doors you’re a lover boy & oikawa knows that

oikawa is a major quality time and words of affirmation proprietor when it comes to showing his love to you. he’ll do anything with you, as long as it means you guys are together & he gets to be with you

will always always thank you and show his appreciation after every one of his games you go to

if you’re ever feeling down about yourself or his fan club/admirers are giving you a hard time, he won’t hesitate to tell them off & give you reassurance

“you know you’re amazing right? don’t listen to what anyone says, you’re my whole world, and i see every aspect of my life with you” it’s crazy because he’ll can stuff like this so lovingly and casually, like it doesn’t make you choke up

“i'm super shy, super shy. but wait a minute while i make you mine, make you mine

i have a headcanon that oikawa is actually a big poetry fan, and he will send you poems almost daily that remind him of you

tooru looooves to show you off !! even though you’re somewhat stoic and aren’t publicly lovey-dovey with him, he won’t skip a beat to show you off or mention you any chance he gets

you’re the last person he’ll talk to before a game, demanding good luck hugs & kisses, and the first person he runs to after a game. whether he won or lost, it doesn’t matter because he’s just thankful that you were here with him

though he’s aware of his huge club of admirers and how much of a toll they can take on the both of you, he’ll never give them any attention outside of just being polite. because at the end of the day they don’t matter to him, you do. waking up to you every morning, telling you how glad he is to have you in his life, spending hours on end talking about nothing and everything, this is the life you live being in love with tooru oikawa.

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[starbluekindo]

Can I req Natalie X reader where reader is blind? Or reader loses her memory? After they've fallen in love, but secretly dates because of the times so she can't just outright say she's her girlfriend and she has to watch her family try to reconstruct her life the way they think she lives it and Natalie's watching on the side screaming internally because wtf, she hates pink daffodils, why would anybody buy her any? And watching her mom dress reader in dresses and stuff she'd never wear now she can't fight against her...

oh how i love writing angst

warnings: very angst, pre-crash!natalie x fem!reader, hurt, reader has an extremely toxic family

natalie was leaning against the door, watching her girlfriend’s mother adjust the pillow beneath her head, as if that simple gesture could fix something much deeper. you smiled, but it was an empty smile, as if trying to please without really knowing what was happening.

the accident had taken not only her memories but also the version of herself that natalie knew so well—the girl who would never wear dresses, the woman who had an aversion to the color pink, who laughed at society’s small ridiculous traditions.

but now, there was your mother, holding a floral dress, almost with a glint in her eyes.

“i brought your favorite, dear, look,” her mother said, opening the dress, all floral and… pink.

natalie felt her heart tighten, her stomach churning with anguish. you never liked pink. it was an inside joke between them. the dress was a symbol of what natalie would never be able to get back. the mother, full of good intentions, was trying to rebuild her daughter’s life with a version of her that maybe existed years ago, before natalie. but that wasn’t reality anymore.

you held the dress for a moment, looking at it with an expression that reflected your confusion.

“did i used to like this?” you asked quietly, your eyes narrowing as if trying to remember.

“you loved it!” the mother responded too quickly, without leaving room for doubt.

natalie shifted at the door, the weight of helplessness crushing her shoulders. she wanted to scream, wanted to say this was a mistake. she wanted to remind you of all the conversations they’d had about fashion, about how you hated dresses, especially those overly floral ones. she wanted to pull her girl away from there and put back the clothes she really liked: the ripped jeans, the old and comfortable t-shirts. where was that girl?

but she couldn’t say anything. their relationship was a secret.

that’s how it had to be — hidden behind exchanged smiles in public and discreet touches when no one was looking. and now, she doesn’t even know who i am anymore, natalie thought, fighting against the pain that cut through her chest.

later, in the quiet room, natalie entered slowly, after the mother had left, leaving behind the flowers— roses.

she approached the bed, her eyes fixed on the reader. roses? really? who thought that was a good idea? natalie took a deep breath, controlling the rising anger.

you looked at her, your gaze lost but curious.

“you know me well, don’t you?” you asked suddenly, catching natalie by surprise.

natalie froze. yes. more than anyone else. but she couldn’t say that. she couldn’t reveal what the world wasn’t ready to know.

“yeah… a little,” she replied, her voice hoarse.

you hesitated, as if wanting to ask more, as if sensing there was something else there, a truth on the verge of being discovered. but the moment dissolved when your eyes fell on the roses.

“these... flowers,” you frowned. “i don’t really like them, do i?”

natalie felt a wave of hope ignite. you remember?

“no,” she replied with a soft smile. “you never liked them.”

a silence stretched between them, full of unspoken words, of truths hidden behind secrets. natalie wanted to hold your hand, remind you of who you truly were. but instead, she took a step back, knowing that, for now, she would have to remain on the sidelines, watching as everyone reconstructed a life that wasn’t yours anymore.

natalie held back the urge to approach, to try to rescue a memory that might never return. instead, she watched as you held a rose between your fingers, your gaze lost, as if something was on the verge of emerging but never fully formed. the room felt suffocating with the flowers, the walls, even the silence, all too heavy for her to bear.

“why are you here?” your voice broke the silence suddenly, and natalie almost didn’t know how to respond. you were looking at her inquisitively, a slight curiosity mixed with uncertainty.

“i… i’m a friend,” natalie replied, the lump in her throat tightening. it killed her a little every time she had to hide behind that word. friend. the most unfair definition of what they had lived together.

you nodded, but something in your expression seemed unsatisfied. natalie saw the doubt dance in your eyes, as if, somewhere inside, you knew that wasn’t the whole truth. but she couldn’t say more. not now.

“friend…” you repeated slowly, as if savoring the word, testing it, trying to fit it into some place in your mind that was still empty.

natalie moved closer slowly, taking care not to invade your space. the weight of the invisible distance between you two felt almost unbearable. your body recognized the environment, the room, the bed, even the smell of the flowers, but everything felt out of place. the natalie standing there, struggling to stay calm, was a stranger before the girl she loved.

“you… don’t have to wear the dress if you don’t want to,” natalie said softly, her eyes lingering on the floral fabric still tossed on the bed. “you can tell your mom you’re not comfortable.”

your eyes met hers, confused. “i… don’t know. maybe i should wear it. she’s so happy...” you murmured, your voice uncertain, as if trying to figure out who was the person who pleased her mother that way.

natalie felt her chest tighten. that wasn’t you. the person she knew didn’t care about pleasing others, didn’t wear masks to meet expectations. but now, it seemed like everyone around you was creating a new version of you, one that fit what they wanted you to be. she knew she couldn’t interfere. it was an emotional minefield, and any wrong step could push you further away.

“she just wants what’s best for you,” natalie said, holding back the bitterness in her voice. “but that doesn’t mean you have to be who she thinks you were.”

you looked at her, and this time, something changed. your eyes seemed more attentive, more present. there was a spark of recognition, even if distant. “you… you talk like you know me really well.”

natalie took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she tried to maintain control. “i do,” she whispered, barely able to control it. but as much as she wanted to, she still couldn’t reveal everything.

you looked at her for a long time, as if trying to read between the lines of what natalie wasn’t saying. there was something in your eyes—a hint of something old, a shadow of what once was. natalie saw the internal struggle, the conflict of someone trying to hold onto something they couldn’t fully identify.

then, your attention returned to the flowers. “i… really don’t like roses, do i?” you repeated, more to yourself, as if coming to that conclusion slowly and painfully.

natalie nodded, feeling hope bloom again, even if just a little. “no. you don’t,” she replied softly, with a sad smile. that simple phrase meant more than anything else. maybe it wasn’t the start of all the memories returning, but it was a small step. a glimpse of who you really were.

the silence filled the room again, but this time, there was something different about it. it was no longer suffocating; it was more like a pause between the past and the present, a wait for what was to come. natalie knew there would still be hard days, moments where she’d feel helpless again. but for now, that small moment of recognition was enough. it was a sign that maybe, just maybe, you could come back to her.

“if you need me,” natalie whispered before leaving the room, “i’ll be here.”

and as she closed the door behind her, she felt her heart a little lighter, though the battle was far from over. there was hope. even if small, it was still there.

in the following days, the tension between natalie and your mother intensified. though natalie tried to stay in her place, accepting her marginalized role, it was evident that your mother saw her presence as an intruder, a disturbance in the carefully controlled environment she had created. every detail was too perfect, too forced—the flowers, the dresses, the exaggerated gestures of affection. it was a desperate attempt to mold you into the image she had before the accident.

natalie, on the other hand, watched in silence, gnawing at herself inside every time you yielded to your mother’s wishes, trying to be the perfect daughter she always wanted. what once seemed like a small glimmer of hope was now overshadowed by your mother’s emotional manipulation.

and then, the day came.

natalie was sitting beside the bed, talking to you about something trivial, trying to bring a little normalcy to the situation. you seemed more relaxed in her presence, even though you still couldn’t remember everything. there was an invisible connection between you two, and natalie clung to that, even if it was tenuous. but, from the other side of the door, your mother watched with calculating eyes.

after natalie left the room to get a glass of water, she found your mother waiting for her in the hallway. the woman’s gaze was cold, hard, as if she had been waiting for that moment for days.

“can we talk?” she asked, but the tone wasn’t a request; it was an order.

natalie knew something was wrong, but she followed your mother to the living room, where the atmosphere seemed heavier than usual. the flowers on the table, the impeccably arranged furniture, everything there felt suffocating.

“i know what you’re doing,” your mother began, her voice loaded with accusation. “you think you’re helping, but you’re confusing my daughter.”

natalie frowned. "i... just want to be here for her. help in whatever way i can."

"you think being here is helping?" the woman took a step forward, her eyes narrowing. "you're in the way. she needs peace, security, her family, not... distractions."

the word distractions came out with a tone of disdain, and natalie knew exactly what she meant.

"i'm important to her," natalie responded, the anger rising, though she still tried to keep calm. "she may not remember right now, but our relationship—"

"our relationship?" her mother interrupted, with a dry, bitter laugh. "you no longer have a place in her life. my daughter doesn't need you. she needs me. she needs to be who she was before, and you’re not part of that."

natalie felt the ground disappear beneath her feet. those words cut deeper than she could have imagined. "you think you can decide that? just because she lost her memory doesn’t give you the right to mold her into whatever you want."

your mother crossed her arms, unshaken. "i’m her mother. i decide what’s best for her. and what’s best for my daughter right now is for you to leave."

natalie stayed silent for a moment, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she fought to keep her emotions in check. she wanted to scream, to fight for you, but she knew that any wrong move could drive you even further away.

"you don’t have the right to push me out of her life," natalie finally said, her voice trembling.

"i have the right to protect my daughter," her mother responded coldly. "you have until the end of the day to leave. if you really care about her, you’ll let her have the chance to recover without your... influences."

natalie felt a wave of despair build in her chest. everything inside her screamed not to give in, to fight until the end. but the unyielding look in your mother's eyes made it clear that any resistance would only make things worse.

without another word, natalie turned and left the room. on the way to your room, her hands trembled. she needed to see you one more time before she left, needed to say... something, anything that might make you remember who you really were.

when she entered the room, you were lying down, staring at the ceiling, lost in your own thoughts. natalie approached slowly, each step heavier than the last.

"i... i’m going away for a while," she said, her voice faltering slightly. "but... i’ll be back."

you looked at her, confusion clear in your eyes. "why? you don’t have to go..."

natalie swallowed hard, trying to keep calm. "it’s complicated. but... i just want you to know i’ll be waiting. when you’re ready. when you remember... who you really are."

there was a moment of silence. you looked at her, and for a second, natalie saw something in your eyes – a spark, a lost memory trying to find its way back. but then, it faded, and you returned to staring at the ceiling, lost again.

natalie smiled sadly, not allowing herself to cry in front of you. "take care," she whispered before leaving for the last time.

as she left the house, natalie’s heart was in pieces. she knew that, no matter how hard she tried, she was now at the mercy of time and circumstance. all she could do was wait... and hope that one day you’d remember.

[kayliraine]

🎸⭐️ EMA Band AU || character headcanons (pt. 2):

pt.1 pt.3

strap in, i accidentally made this kinda long loll

🗝️🥁 | Eren:

Eren gets a guitar for his birthday in late elementary school and doesn't really touch it much until one day when Mikasa comes over and tells him how cool it is. Then he starts teaching himself.

Eren plays a song in their middle school’s talent show because he secretly (but oh so obviously) wants to impress Mikasa, but his hands are so shaky and he’s so nervous that he kinda bombs it. Jean makes fun of him, and without hesitation, Eren goes swinging.

Heated, Jean makes a snarky comment about drums being a better instrument for Eren because it’d “help him vent his anger issues.”

Months later, Jean buys him drumsticks as a joke gift for a Secret Santa event. Eren takes this as a challenge.

Fast forward to "Mikasa and the Titans" as a band, Eren is their drummer and he’s amazing at it (though he will never, ever thank Jean for the inspiration).

He occasionally helps write songs too, but he’s not as good at expressing himself, and his writing is kind of juvenile.

Armin still encourages him to try, and together with Mikasa, he embellishes and translates Eren's verses.

Eren also knows how to sing but doesn't like to as much. It feels like more of a private thing to him.

Sometimes Armin will write songs for him though because he loves his voice. These songs are usually slower, more somber, and quite stripped back. Often it’s Eren singing with his guitar, Armin on keys, and Mikasa harmonizing with him.

During performances, Eren sings his one or two songs last and it’s always a surprise to the audience when he stands from his drum set. No one expects it, but he’s really good.

When he sings he goes off into another world and it’s almost as if he forgets he’s on stage.

He’s definitely the most mysterious of the group—he probably posts the least on social media, but he's still a fan favorite.

On the side, Eren posts some metal covers on youtube. He doesn’t advertise it at all—even Mikasa and Armin have to come across it themselves without him telling them. (Mikasa gets very upset he kept it a secret and he has to apologize profusely.)

He has an impressive metal growl akin to his canon titan roars.

🧣🎸 | Mikasa:

As a kid, Mikasa is by no means musically inclined. Her parents force her to do piano lessons for a while, but she quits out of frustration.

This all changes in elementary school when she sees Eren get a guitar, inspiring her desire to learn as well.

At first, she borrows Eren's guitar a lot and gets him to teach her chords and strumming patterns (and he likes to act all annoyed about it, but it's so clear he enjoys helping her).

Eventually, her parents buy Mikasa her own guitar for her birthday, and from then on, she starts learning more on her own. Sometimes she and Eren still play together though.

Mikasa is a fast learner and incredibly determined, so her skills progress quickly and she’s soon surpassing even Eren. (It makes him feel a little bad, but that feeling is almost immediately replaced with strong admiration.)

She starts learning how to sing too. She develops a silvery, sweet, and clear tone that grows more intense when she sings passionate songs.

At some point, Armin confides in Mikasa his hidden passion for writing poetry, and Mikasa creates melodies on her guitar inspired by his work—sometimes even singing his words aloud. (It makes him feel flustered at first, but it soon evolves into the two of them creating experimental acoustic songs together for fun.)

Mikasa has an undeniable stage presence. She is confident, and the way she plays the guitar as she sings seems almost effortless. She has a very devoted fanbase of people who simp over her and her cool energy.

Mikasa manages their group’s Instagram, TikTok, and Twitter accounts, (because Eren is too chronically offline to understand marketing, and Armin is a bit of a boomer with internet jargon and memes). so the fans get to interact with her the most.

She posts a lot of OOTDs and sneak peeks of upcoming songs on her Instagram story.

Many of their fans rely on her stories to get a glimpse of what Eren is actually like because he never posts and has a habit of blocking people on Twitter who say things about their band that annoy him (i.e. rumors about him having a thing for Mikasa because of the way he looked over at her during one of the recorded performances…).

Mikasa takes her musical career very seriously and is constantly on that grindset mindset.

She’s always coming up with new melodies on her guitar and sending voice recordings late at night in their group chat. It’s something fun for her to do and it comes so naturally.

🐚🎹 | Armin:

Armin takes piano lessons as a child and is literally a prodigy. He plays at all of their school’s holiday ceremonies and even participates in (and wins) competitions.

He is extremely talented: he has perfect pitch, starts learning to compose his own songs at an early age, and gets amazing grades on top of it all. He is a hardworking kid.

Along with his musical interest, Armin has also always been interested in literature and writing (He grows up to be an English or Linguistics major for sure).

He goes everywhere with a book in hand.

He enjoys telling Eren about the books he reads, and Eren listens diligently. It’s easy and comfortable to tell him things as he always seems genuinely interested in what Armin has to say, no matter the subject.

Armin develops an interest in poetry in middle school and even starts a journal where he writes his own.

He’s extremely shy about his writing at first, only really showing Mikasa because he's too embarrassed to show Eren (not because he thinks Eren will make fun of him—he just really looks up to Eren).

Mikasa inspires him to combine his two passions of music and writing by composing pieces to accompany his poetry.

It moves him how Mikasa is so captivated by his writing that she wants to help him with his music too.

In their band, Mikasa is the main singer, but Armin can also sing a little. He has a higher range and does harmonies for her in some of their songs.

It's not his thing though, so he doesn't sing otherwise.

Armin has to force Eren and Mikasa to study with him sometimes because they tend to neglect their schoolwork due to their extreme engrossment in their music.

Despite his devotion to school, Armin still does a lot of work for the band when he has time.

He’s the one who contacts venues in the area for them to perform at. He handles a lot of their social ventures despite his anxious and non-confrontational nature.

Armin really enjoys being in the band—he likes being around his friends more than anything in the world. And hearing his written words turning into beautifully layered noise makes him giddy to no end.

AAA THANK YOU FOR READING ASKNSJK EMA band inspired playlist :) :

also if you guys have any questions or thoughts about this au, don't hesitate to ask!!! I like to talk <33

[mynameisnotsoda]

NOW INTRODUCING.... THE CRITTERS !!!

Technically Corvid is still a part of an au, i really like everyone's designs so i guess its just like a weird little au that are also kinda ocs?? Idk. Im still tagging it as the animatronicfication au and using the other ccs names but im completely separating wilbur from Corvid.

The one that probably changed the most is simp LMAO i just went back to his old design that was inspired by Luna (@starrixle's transfem simpbur turned oc) and Spencer is such a fitting name in my mind i literally can not imagine him with a different name *bwomp*

Also I'm working on refs for the other characters associated with the respective critters! I wanna finish them all and dump them into one post and I'll link it here when I'm done.

ANYWAY INFODUMP TIME

Before we go into individual characters i want to say that this is absolutely Minecraft. Like. The world is built off of Minecraft lore yk !!!! The overworld will still be called the overworld but it's basically just earth, with more magic and humanoid species! Along with supernatural creatures and cryptids n stuff :D also with more advanced tech considering Corvid exists pFF

Spencer for the most part kinda was like he is in canon or whatever. She used to lean more towards incel ideology because she was REALLY insecure and uncomfortable with herself for the longest time. Despite that, Spencer and Adrianne (egirl) started dating when they were 17, his unhealthy obsession with her was only fueled by her unhealthy attachment to him. They needed each other and it wasn't good for either of them. Spencer had developed horrible separation anxiety which only made things worse. Over time Adrianne became suffocated by his constant neediness, overwhelming insecurity, short temper and lack of contribution to household chores. It pained her to leave, but things needed to change. It wasn't until the breakup that Spencer met Shepard, who was his first irl friend in a long time. They met when they were around 22/23, at first Spencer just used Shepard as a distraction from Adrianne, especially since he was surprised that they wanted to even be his friend in the first place. But after a while he genuinely started to enjoy their company, plus they offered him really good advice and helped him through a gender/sexuality crisis. Eventually they became partners! Maybe not romantically, as they're both aromantic, but life partners nonetheless.

OH and i did make Spencer white/Salvadoran. Her mom is the first generation from immigrant parents while her dad is British; And her dad's younger brother is Adam's dad! He's also an ex-christian, he left due to religious trauma and moved to America to escape his family hA

Spencer's also a no sabo kid LMAO (he knows some words/phrases but other than that he cant speak Spanish to save his life)

ALSO ALSO. Oh my god i could talk about Spence all day LMAO but i made him a werewolf !!!! Hes SOO jealous of Adam because she wanted the cat genes but instead got bitten and turned into a werewolf as a teenager. She's done a pretty good job at hiding it from her family so Shepard's the only one who knows.

I already dumped everything about Adam into that other post, so I don't really have much else to add. HOWEVER !! Him and Spence are cousins now :3 Adam doesn't get to meet Spencer in person until he moves to America with Charlie & co, but he does follow her socials with his secret accounts that his parents don't know about. The only reason they know they're cousins is because Spencer's dad told her so and she reached out! Much to the dismay of Adam's parents but they've secretly kept in touch online.

Keith's pretty much stayed the same apart from a slight design revamp. Although I've made him a little older since originally i made him look young. But then I decided hes a dad so i started drawing him older for the asks pFF he also has a hooked nose now! In case it's not obvious. Keith got married to Jean VERY young, they were maybe 17/18 in human years. It was an arranged marriage and their only goal was to have an heir to the throne. Well they did, they had two kids, the eldest being a boy named Lune and the youngest being a girl named Sunny, who's the would be heir. Until Jean took both the kids and left. It was completely unprompted and left everyone in the kingdom confused, especially Keith. Sure, they had a loveless marriage and maybe he was insufferable at times, but he wanted to make it work if not for the kids then for the kingdom! But its been almost a year since she left, he's lost hope in ever finding her. Keith desperately wants his kids back, not because Sunny is the rightful heir— though that is part of it—but he loves them both dearly. He misses them the most.

Wilfred has pretty much stayed the same as well! I did give him a grey tshirt and darker hair to further distance his design from wilbur though. Hes just as unhinged and immoral as he used to be !!!! Nothing has changed aside from appearance actually.

Tobi also pretty much stayed the same except for its now got an orange jumper and lighter brown hair pFF although i do now have a story for him! Tobi was found by Alejandro in a storage auction, he managed to sell a lot of pretty valuable things from there but Tobi stood out, obviously, so he kept it. Alejandro is a travel vlogger and lives in an RV with his friends: Tomas, Philip and Charles. His friends just call him Alex. Anyway, they go from town to town trying local food, visiting tourists traps and vlogging the journey! While doing that they also try to find out how to get Tobi's memories back and possibly turn him human again, if they even can. So far they haven't had much luck but maybe one day...

Corvid was created as the backup singer and lead guitarist of the first all animatronic band! Brought to you by Beloved Entertainment! The other members include lead singer Ranboo Beloved, keytarist Tommy Raccoon, and bassist James Tomcat. Located in Ranboo's Mega Pizzaplex, the only location in the world (so far). Corvid adopts a showman personality while on stage, hes charismatic and such a heartthrob, very popular with the ladies. Off stage he's very calm and soft spoken, he's rather shy but still manages to be a flirt and a tease. Lightly poking fun at his bandmates, coworkers and even guests at times. He's definitely a fan favorite for a reason!

This was so fun to write and i cant wait to share more !!!! Stay tuned !!!!!!

[theredcapeofk]

💙 for supercorp in the ask game! (This could pair very well with ❤️ ngl)

Thank you for this combo. It was a lot of fun to write.

Sorry it took me a while but my brain wasn't in a creative mood lately, and then I couldn't stop writing xD. I hope you like this ;)

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There was an undeniable fact that night at AL’s bar.

Kara Danvers was drunk. 

It was a rare occurrence, so rare in fact that if told, most regulars wouldn’t believe this story. But there was no way around it.

Sweet, quiet, and shy Kara Danvers was hammered as evidenced by her goofy dance in the middle of the room. She wasn’t the only one dancing of course, but she was most definitely standing out from anyone else with her broad movements, shameless hip shaking, and general extra attitude.

To all those who’d seen her drink, her advanced state of intoxication was all the more surprising that she’d only drank one single glass. No one but the barmaid and Lena knew that glass contained Aldebaran Rhum, which explained Kara’s extravagant dancing.

Lena for her part, had had quite a few glasses of scotch that made her feel tipsy and was currently giggling happily as she watched Kara get crazy on the improvised dance floor. Lena was smiling so hard that her cheeks were hurting, her heart having grown twice its size from the sheer happiness of spending her evening out with Kara. They spent a lot of evenings in each other’s apartments these days and they loved this, but spending the evening at the bar just the two of them was something special. 

They weren’t celebrating anything, but for once not having the supergroup around felt nice. And if Lena was completely honest with herself, which she rarely was about this subject and she certainly wasn’t very honest now, this felt like a date. Lena had absolutely not chosen her outfit to look nice, it just so happened that Kara had once complimented her when she was wearing this emerald sleeveless blouse and black jeans so Lena thought it would be a good occasion to wear this combination again. 

Lena didn’t expect anything tonight. At least nothing different than any night with Kara would bring. Kara was her straight best friend that she was secretly in love with, and she was fine with that. She had made her peace long ago with the fact that Kara would never love her like this. But having Kara all for herself still felt special. And made Lena feel special as well. She knew for a fact that Kara reserved certain things for just her, one of which was that smile she currently had on her lips. Granted this smile was a bit more groggy than usual due to the alcohol but there was no mistaking it for the smile that only stretched Kara’s lips when she was looking at Lena. This alone made Lena’s heart beat that much faster.

When the music ended, Kara returned to the bar where Lena was sitting.

“Did you like my dance?” Kara asked happily, slurring her words

“Yes.” Lena simply answered, still smiling brightly.

“You have to join me for the next dance.”

“Darling, you know I don’t dance.”

“Not even with me?” Kara asked and pouted dramatically.

Lena tried to resist, she really did. She even closed her eyes so she wouldn’t have to face these beautiful blue eyes but Kara took her in her arms and begged

“Lena please, please, pretty please dance with me!!!”

And well…Lena was only human after all. 

“Alright, I’ll dance with you. But only if it’s a good song” Lena said

Kara let out a triumphant “Yay” and squeezed Lena harder before she suddenly kissed her on the cheek. The spot Kara’s lips had touched felt hot all of a sudden and soon, Lena felt hot all over. She drank the rest of her drink in one gulp to justify the pink creeping on her cheeks. Kara pushed herself from the bar saying she was going to the bathroom. Lena offered to help her walk there but Kara assured her she was capable of going by herself. She was indeed capable and surprisingly didn’t break anything on her way there. 

Lena was still looking fondly at the bathroom door when a new song started. A second passed and suddenly her hair was swept by a gust of wind. Kara was back and asked the barmaid to turn on the volume because she loved this song. Lena hadn’t heard much of the song yet but she was sure this wasn’t NSYNC. What song could make Kara so excited?

The barmaid turned on the volume and Kara cheered. Other people joined her as they recognized the song. Lena wasn’t one of them, she had no idea what the song was. She asked Kara who laconically like it meant something to Lena, answered that it was the song from Coyote Ugly. She started comically shaking her shoulders and hips to the music while singing. Lena smiled at the show until her eyes widened in shock when Kara climbed onto the bar and started dancing from up there.

“Kara come back down.” Lena called

“No, I wanna do the dance like in the movie.” Kara answered before she sang at the top of her lungs “You’re unbelievable!”

The crowd cheered as Kara started swaying her hips to the music, a hand in her hair, the other looped in the belt of her jeans. Lena’s eyes widened again, but not from shock. Kara was no longer being goofy; she was aiming for sexy now and scoring high on the billboard. Lena’s mouth went dry when Kara kneeled and threw her body backward over the bar. The position was suggestive in itself but her t-shirt was strained over her stomach, giving a glimpse of her sculpted abs. 

Lena’s mind wandered where she didn’t let it wander when she was sober and she imagined her hand mapping those abs of steel before traveling South to a more sensitive region of Kara’s anatomy. She was still lost in thoughts when Kara sat up and extended a hand towards her. Lena didn’t think and grabbed it. She only realized what was happening when she felt herself being pulled forward and gently lifted on top of the bar and the crowd cheered once more.

“Kara, what are you doing?”

“You said you’d dance with me.”

“I don’t even know the song.” 

“Who cares? Come on Lena, it’ll be fun!” Kara said. She started swaying her hips and shoulders as if to inspire Lena to do the same.

“I’m not drunk enough for this.” Lena thought.

She asked for a vodka and downed the glass in one swing. Kara chose that moment to grab her hips with her strong hands. Lena dropped the glass, not caring if it broke on someone’s head or if someone caught it. She was mesmerized by Kara’s gaze, which right now seemed a tiny bit lidded and she didn’t think the Aldebaran rhum was the cause. Not really knowing what she was doing, Lena let Kara guide her hips with her hands as she put her own hands around Kara’s neck. Right when a new chorus started, Kara let go of Lena’s hips long enough to stand behind her and sway her hips against Lena’s ass.

Lena felt all the air leave her lungs. What was happening? Was this dance, this…grinding happening at all? Was Lena dreaming all of it? If it was an alcohol-induced dream it sure was vivid. From their hips swaying together, to Kara’s hand around her middle, to Lena’s hand gripping Kara’s hair, to Kara’s hot breath in her ear, everything was driving Lena insane as it felt a little too much like foreplay. 

The crowd cheered again, whistled even, and it brought Lena back to reality. Whatever this thing Kara and her were doing was, they were doing it in front of a very attentive and enthusiastic audience. Before she could find the strength to end whatever this was, Kara moved back a few inches. She kept guiding Lena’s hips with her hands but their bodies weren’t flush against one another. It gave Lena some respite to try and gather her thoughts. That was wishful thinking of course. Between the memory of Kara grinding against her, Kara’s strong hands still on her hips, and the alcohol increasing all her sensations there was no thinking straight…or well…thinking in general.

Lena had never been able to think straight in her life…Especially since she’d met Kara.

The song was ending and Kara’s body came flush against Lena’s for the finale. Lena felt weak in the knees and moaned. No one heard her over the music, but Kara probably did. She was singing when the moan had escaped Lena’s lips, and her singing stopped. The song ended and it took them a few seconds too long to come down from their high, at least enough to face each other. The crowd erupted in cheers as Lena discovered Kara’s very blue but very lidded eyes. Someone in the bar screamed, “kiss!” Then someone else approved with an enthusiastic “yeah!” and then the rest of the crowd started chanting  “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

Lena would have laughed it off if Kara's eyes weren’t darting to her lips then back to her eyes then back to her lips again. When their eyes met Kara seemed to be asking a question. Lena stepped forward and her lips parted. They were breathing the same air now. Kara cupped her cheeks and closed the distance between their lips.

Fireworks were nothing compared to what was happening in Lena’s chest right now. Her heart was doing somersaults in her ribcage. It was as though her heart was trying to break free and physically join Kara’s which was beating just as fast. The crowd was cheering approvingly and despite her clouded mind, it made Lena happy. She had been waiting for this for so long, and it seemed like she would never get this at all…they deserved the cheers, the applause, and probably even a marching band to be honest.

Their lips parted for air and Kara gave her an esquimo kiss. The crowd went “awww” before they applauded some more when Kara and Lena’s lips met again. Someone in the crowd yelled “Get a room” and the two women cracked up. Their eyes met, sparkly gazes full of love. Kara wrapped Lena’s waist with her hands and gently hovered back down without breaking eye contact. Any alien power display that happened at AL’s stayed at AL’s so Kara didn’t have to fear for her secret. Kara managed to look away from Lena long enough to turn toward the barmaid and tell her to add their drinks to her tab. 

“Let’s get outta here.” Kara said in Lena’s ear and Lena nodded. 

They each grabbed their stuff, laced their fingers together and went out of the bar. The night was warm despite the late hour. The only real contrast with the bar was the silence. They’d only taken a few steps when their eyes met. The next second their arms were intertwined around each other, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. With no one to interrupt them, their kiss lasted until they actually had no oxygen left. This time though they didn’t let go of each other, they simply took time to catch their breath.

“Should I call a Lyft?” Lena asked.

“The effects of the rhum are dissipating, I can fly us back safely. At least I know I can fly to my apartment.”

“Let’s go then.”

They untangled and Kara lifted Lena into a bridal carry. A smile was tugging at Lena’s lips when their eyes met. What they’d just done was starting to sink in and it made her giddy. The bridal carry wasn’t helping the euphoria spreading inside her.

Kara always took off gently when Lena was in her arms. But this time she was extra soft at take-off and during their short flight to the loft. She put Lena down and Lena kept her arms around Kara’s neck. Kara put her hands around Lena’s hips again and captured her lips.

Once more they only parted for air. They were both panting when Kara whispered against Lena’s lips

“I don’t wanna hide anymore. I’m in love with you! I want you!”

“I don’t wanna hide anymore either. I’m in love with you too! Take me! Now!”

Sometimes Kara took things literally. This time was no exception. Kara took Lena right where they stood. Lena didn’t complain obviously. She had been waiting for this for so long, it was exactly what she wanted. Needless to say, they had a busy night in many places in the apartment including the bedroom at some point. To Lena’s delight, she got to make her thoughts a reality by mapping Kara’s abs before letting her hand go lower. Kara had enjoyed that very much and Lena would remember Kara’s reaction forever.

Lena woke up between the sheets and looked at the morning light on the ceiling for a few minutes. Memories of the night before started popping up in her mind. This better not have been a dream. She wouldn’t survive it. She looked around and noticed she was alone in the bedroom. Her eyes landed on the nightstand where there was a paper folded in half with her name on it. It was a note from Kara 

“Went out to buy breakfast. As usual, make yourself at home. Love you!”

Lena reread the last two words a dozen times. Her lips stretched into a wide smile. She hadn’t dreamed it, she and Kara had…

Her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Lena looked down in panic. She was still very naked under the sheets. She hoped Alex hadn’t decided to pay an impromptu visit.

“Kara?” She called

“Yes. I’ll be right there, sweety.”

Sweety. 

Lena felt like she’d been promoted somehow. She grinned, very pleased with her new title. There was a muffled sound coming from the kitchen and Lena thought she recognized the sound of Kara’s superspeeding. About a minute later, Kara walked in with a tray. Lena could see two bowls, two mugs, and a small vase with a rose in it. Endeared, she smiled and sat up, making sure to cover herself with the sheets. Kara sat down next to her and put the tray over Lena’s lap.

“Healthy breakfast for my favorite person with a bowl of yogurt, fruits, oatmeal flakes and honey, and a scalding black coffee on the side,” Kara explained proudly as she pointed at every single thing. “This is my breakfast.” Kara said, pointing at her bowl of cereal and her coffee mug.

“What about the rose?” Lena asked, a smile tugging at her lips.

“For you. Because my favorite person deserves a decoration for the breakfast tray.”

“Thank you, this is lovely. There’s one thing missing though. A good morning kiss.”

Kara smiled at her, put the tray on the other side of the bed then sat at her original place and leaned in carefully to kiss Lena on the lips.

“So, this is happening?” Lena whispered. “Tell me I’m not dreaming all of this.”

“If you’re dreaming, then so am I.” Kara whispered against her lips. 

They both smiled against each other's lips

“Did you mean it last night when you said you love me?” Lena asked. She cupped Kara’s cheeks and looked intensely into Kara’s eyes.

“Of course I did! I’ve been afraid to say it for two years, I wasn’t going to lie when I finally said it.”

“Two years?” Lena asked, intrigued.

“I didn’t know what that feeling was then. I always knew I loved you but I realized it was romantic love right after I came clean about my secret. I never thought you could feel the same. I recently suspected you shared my feelings but I was afraid of being wrong.”

“For what it’s worth I thought you were straight until last night.”

“Probably my biggest pretense. Even to myself.” Kara said looking down.

“If I’d known all you needed to be fully aware of my feelings and give you the confidence boost to act on yours was Aldebaran Rhum and a song I would have provided a lot sooner.” Lena joked. 

Kara looked up with a smile. They chuckled and Kara leaned in to kiss Lena once more.

“How long has it been for you?” Kara asked.

“Longer than two years. But this is a story for later. Now, breakfast is calling me!”

Kara chuckled. “Of course. It won’t be said that I let my girlfriend starve.”

Lena’s eyes lit up and a grin spread on her lips. She even scrunched her nose in the cutest way.

“What?” Kara asked with a grin of her own.

“I’m your girlfriend.” Lena replied giddily.

“Yes, yes you are.” Kara said right before her lips met Lena’s.

[jerzwriter]

Has anyone given you a...

...on your three things ask yet?

Hi Ren! Thanks for sending this!

Answering for all three pairings and me below.

Ethan x Kaycee (answering in "live time," they're officially together over 2 years now, and Kaycee is now living with him - for real.)

Kaycee is grateful for:

Her health and the health of those she loves. Being a physician who sees so much on a daily basis and her own experiences with nearly losing her life, this is something she never takes for granted.

Her relationship with Ethan. They're at such a good place now; their relationship feels like an old pair of jeans that you just love, that fits perfectly and makes you more comfortable the moment you slip them on. Given their rocky start, it feels so good to be where they are. They're truly each other's home.

Her ability to help people. She truly pursued medicine to make a difference in people's lives. But in the US, inequity and the healthcare bureaucracy don't always make it feel like you're doing that. But she has found ways, both within and outside of Edenbrook, to truly help people - especially those who need it the most. She's never felt more fulfilled.

Ethan is grateful for:

Kaycee. She truly changed his life more than anything that came before and opened up a whole new world to him. She didn't change him. She brought him back in touch with the man he was. She helped heal the damage so he could be free. He's forever grateful that fate brought them together.

Himself. This is not conceited or arrogant. He acknowledges that he finally faced demons that were decades old and robbed him of a lot of joy in his life. Facing the things that have traumatized us the most and fighting those demons is the hardest thing we can ever do. People who support us through those times are great and necessary, but the individual is the only one who can make the change. Ethan is so grateful that he found it within himself to make that change.

Friendship. He never went without it, even in his most isolated times, he had some friends, but he's opened himself up to allowing it to be more a part of his day-to-day life, not just a dinner with a friend every few months. It's been very rewarding and has brought a much-needed balance to his life.

Tobias x Casey (answering in "live time," They were married secretly in Vegas two months ago and in front of their loved ones just over a week ago. Casey is out of her first trimester of pregnancy, and they are eagerly awaiting the birth of their first child.)

Casey is grateful for:

Tobias. Not only is he the love of her life, but her very best friend, her partner in crime, and her biggest cheerleader and supporter. They've known each other for just over two years, and now she can't imagine life without him. They're in such a happy place right now, she can't believe she's smiling all the time, even through morning sickness, and it's because of him.

Their friends and family. They just had the sweetest, most beautiful wedding that was put together in just two months. Even though they drove her nuts at times, she is forever thankful to her mother, Rose, Tobias's mother, Vivian, and her bestie for life, Sienna, for doing so much for them. Ethan has been an amazing friend and support every step of the way. She adores every person close to them, and she will never take them for granted.

The newest little Carrick-to-be. Sometimes life takes us on wild rides. She and Tobias loved each other and hoped to be together forever, but they never really talked about children. Then there it was. Though she was terrified at first, now, she sees their little one as the greatest gift they could have ever received. Life is full of beautiful surprises.

Tobias is grateful for:

Casey. He had the words "You're my end and my beginning" from their wedding song, All of Me, engraved on their wedding bands, and he means it. She's his world. "The best thing he never planned." He's grateful for that fateful day that brought them together and every day since. She has brought him happiness he never knew before.

Casey's boudoir photos. Look, the man loves them because they're hot as fuck. lol A little treasure he keeps locked up in their room - and yes - he looks frequently and reminds himself of how lucky he is. But, more importantly, he and Casey are convinced that their baby was conceived during the night-long "activities" that followed Tobias opening that present. Casey wanted to give him the perfect gift, and she did. Times two.

Reconciliation. With Ethan, with his brother, and through them and his love for Casey, and becoming a father himself, he has been able to make peace with his late father. That had been the biggest cross he carried, and now, he feels free.

Eli x Zoe (also in "real" time, which would put us about five months after the solstice, or the end of the story).

Zoe is grateful for:

Eli. In their world, love is nothing she ever expected to find. It wasn't practical. Life was too challenging, too complicated. Relationships were usually pragmatic, not romantic. She met him by chance on arguably the worst day of her life, and their bond was organic and almost instant. In a short time, they've been through so much together, but they are each other's soft place to land. Bringing each other respite, joy, and love in the middle of chaos. Life is so fragile in their world, and they know no day is promised, but she feels she has experienced a joy few ever will. So if she lives a day or seventy years more, she knows she's blessed.

Ana. Her sister may be gone, but there is no one she will ever have more gratitude for. She wouldn't be alive if not for her. Ana took on the role of parent, in many ways, at a very young age, and she taught Zoe lessons that have made her the person she is today. Zoe will miss Ana every day for the rest of her life, and she feels she must live her best life for herself and in giving to others in order to honor what her sister has done for her.

Her found family. Her best friend, her brother, Troy; sweet, resilient, and brilliant, Shanon; crazy and cooky, but loving Angel; her dear little shadow May. Zoe never believed in fate, but the way they all came to be has her rethinking that philosophy. They've accomplished so much, and brought so much to each other. Again, something she never thought she'd have, but is so grateful that she does.

Eli is grateful for:

Zoe. The meaning of the name Zoe is life, and it's fitting because she brought him back to it. While reserved, he was not a hermit by nature; that was a response to severe trauma and self-protection. But she had the heart and the stubborn tenacity to break through. He's known her for less than a year, but when he thinks of what his life would have been without her, it seems like such a sad and empty place. He will be forever grateful to her. Zoe loves him for who he is. Scars and all. She wants him to be his best self, but she never wants to change him, and that makes him want to be all that he can be. He witnessed a beautiful relationship/love with his parents, and because of the state of the world, he never had any thought of finding it for himself. Now, he has it, and he's still in a state of happy shock.

His family. Their death, and the circumstances surrounding them, will haunt him forever. But the twenty-five years of love and lessons bestowed have made him who he is. They have made him the man he is today - brave, resourceful, and loyal - but also capable of love and a tenderness that is not seen at the surface. He'd do anything to have them back, but now, he can actually smile when he remembers them, and he will keep their memory alive. In time, Zoe will tell him she feels she knows them because of him, and that will fill him with joy.

His new life. A year ago, he was living alone. Isolated in the woods with almost no human interaction. He thought that was what the remainder of his life would be, and he was accepting of that. A year later, he has a true love at his side and a ragtag family that drives him crazy but makes life worth living. He's not surviving anymore. He's starting to live again.

And me....

I'm grateful for my daughter. She is the greatest blessing in my life. We can drive each other crazy, but we love each other unconditionally and will be there for each other no matter what. I am so proud of who she has become.

My absolutely insane friends, both in real life and online. The ones who make me laugh when I want to cry and remind me of the good in the world.

My job and volunteering. Like many, I did not pursue the career I wish I had in retrospect, but I try to bring the elements of what I would have liked to have done into what I do. I have the opportunity to do that now. I have a wonderful team, and for the first time in longer than I can remember, I don't dread going to work. The volunteering I do nourishes my soul. There is no other way to say it. People think I'm helping, but what I receive is greater than anything I could ever give.

Thank you for asking, Ren! :) (And yeah, I'm grateful for Jesse too. lmao ESPECIALLY this year. lol)

[stray-kaz]

Brothers In Arms : a Frank Castle x reader drabble

“Do you think he’ll like me?”

You knew that you sounded very young asking Frank that, but you couldn’t help being a little anxious. You were heading to Curtis’ apartment, and this was the first time you would be meeting a friend of Frank’s, mostly because there weren’t many left alive. He had known and loved Maria, Lisa and Frank Jnr., and you were stressing.

Frank looked down at you, your joined hands swinging between you as you walked down the street from the truck. He couldn’t help smiling even as you gazed up at him, biting your lip with anxiety in your eyes.

“I like you” he replied.

You rolled your eyes.

“I know that” you grumbled. “But I’m younger, I’m less experienced, I don’t have all the history and I don’t know war.”

Frank squeezed your hand.

“You know me, though” he told you honestly. “You’ve held on tighter than I could have ever expected, through all the crap I’ve brought into your life. You know my war. You’ve stitched me up, seen me fall apart and put me back together. You still love me, right?”

You nodded.

“Never anyone else, Frankie.”

He nodded back.

“Then Curt will like you just fine” he said, leaning his head down to press a kiss to your hair. “And as for less experienced, I beg to differ.”

He winked and you flushed, holding tighter to his hand.

“You do know there was only one before you” you mumbled.

He bit down on his grin.

“Oh, I know, sweetheart.”

He had been surprised to learn that about you, but not-so-secretly pleased; most of what you knew you liked, you had learned from him, and with him.

You arrived at the building and let yourselves in, Frank taking the lead up the stairs; he always went ahead of you and he distrusted elevators. So you watched the heels of his boots and jogged up after him.

Curtis opened the door after the second knock; his smile was immediately directed at you as you stood there in jeans and one of Frank’s sweaters, the cuffs rolled way back and the neckline sloping off one shoulder.

“So you’re the one putting up with Frank Castle’s crap nowadays, huh?” he said, reaching out to shake your hand firmly. “It’s nice to finally meet you. How long’s it been?”

“A year, give or take” Frank answered. “Yeah, ain’t she somethin’, to be putting up with me, huh?”

You rolled your eyes and Curtis laughed, stepping back to give you room to enter.

“What’s your take on Frank?” Curtis asked, following you and leaving Frank to close the door; he blatantly ignored the dark brown eyes glowering into the side of his face.

You smiled at Curtis.

“He’s big and bad on the outside, but soft on the inside” you answered, tilting your head to look up at Frank, your eyes soft. “He’s my teddy bear.”

Curtis didn’t even try to hide his smile as Frank ducked his head a bit, hating the pink in his cheeks but unable to stop it.

“Yeah, yeah” he growled. “Whatever.”

You pulled chairs out and sat down around the table, while Curtis stepped to the fridge. He retrieved three beers and held one out to you. Before you could say anything, Frank did, shaking his head.

“She doesn’t drink” he told Curtis.

He raised his eyebrows and put one of the bottles back.

“What’s your vice then?” he asked as he sat down and passed a bottle to Frank. “You must have something.”

You shook your head and leaned your elbows on the table.

“Not coffee, not smoking, not drugs” you confirmed.

“No vices at all?”

Frank smirked.

“Just me” he added.

You punched him on the arm, and he had the decency to look a little contrite, but it was clear that the punch hadn’t much hurt. Curtis nearly choked on his mouthful of beer, struggling not to burst out laughing.

“Better be careful there, Frank” he mused, grinning. “Your girl’s got a decent right hook.”

“Don’t I know it” Frank replied, cocking his head to smile in your direction. “I’m a lucky man, Curtis. Very lucky.”

Delicate wings took flight in your chest and you slid a hand beneath the table to rest on his thigh, needing to touch some part of him to ground yourself. You thought you were the lucky one, very lucky indeed.

[veenxys]

「Things aot characters do when they have a crush」

⤷ Levi

he starts to take care of you and protect you in little ways; he offers to walk you home and only leaves when he's sure you're safe. he puts his hand on your back when you walk or protects you with his body in crowded places. he always has your favorite tea and makes it often for you, even without you asking. when you're feeling cold, if only a little, he instantly drapes his jacket over your shoulders in a protective way. he puts his hand over your face to protect your eyes from the sun on a very sunny day. in a room full of people, he always wonders where you are. he always has an eye on you to make sure you are well and comfortable and to admire your beauty that he is so enchanted.

⤷ Eren

he tries to be your best friend; he's slow to notice his feelings, but he doesn't bother hiding them after he does. he doesn't want to scare you, of course, so he tries to get even closer to you so that you can create an even deeper and more special bond. and in the meantime, he makes sure everyone knows you two are close. actually plays it cool, but secretly thinks of you 24/7. sometimes his eyes unconsciously drop to your lips as he speaks to you. always asks you out with his friends and ends up ignoring or forgetting everyone else and just talks to you like you're the only person in the world. so many little touches, like light brushing with your fingertips, a light rubbing of the shoulders or knees touching under the table. is tenderly protective of you and very supportive.

⤷ Mikasa

she leaves little hints that she only has eyes for you; when others are talking superficially about people they think are hot, she never joins the conversation, and if you're there, she looks at you very often before looking away at the floor. if someone asks her to describe her ideal type, her mind immediately goes to you as she describes your qualities. she also likes to hear you talk, she loves to ask about your day and it's not just 'how was your day', she says 'tell me about your day' because she really wants to know and because she loves being so close to you.

⤷ Jean

he becomes softer and more indulgent; he will gladly put up with your teasing and impudence without retaliating too much, he rolls his eyes as if he's bored, but if you pay just a little attention, you'll see the small smile lingering on his face with your witty comments. other people find it equally frustrating and nauseatingly cute how blatantly biased he is towards you; like one day, everyone is trying to convince him to go out to a new bar, and he angrily keeps saying no, but the moment the others mention you'll be there, he immediately says "ok, what time?"

⤷ Armin

your words matter a lot for him; one day, you casually greeted him saying he looks good in green and you were pleasantly surprised to see that he wore different shades of green all week. and you're also the first person he thinks of and wants to go to if he needs or wants something. it's usually small things that he considers important, like asking you to pick a color for a new shirt he's buying or borrowing your pen when he forgets to bring it - even if other people offer him the same pen, he politely refuses because it's yours he wants.

⤷ Connie

he always wants to make you smile or laugh; whenever he tells a joke, you are the first person he looks at, because he wants to see your reaction. the heat and a tinge of redness spreads across his cheeks when you meet his gaze in the middle of your laugh. he also tends to casually whisper little inside jokes in your ear or comment on something he saw when you guys are in public. and smile fondly when you make a funny expression. “I love your laugh. I love it so much”, he lets you know randomly one day.

⤷ Porco

he looks at you like you should be protected at all costs, like you're the most precious thing in the world. and honestly he doesn't care if you catch him staring at you, he won't stop. he likes to notice your little quirks and habits and he finds them so goddamn cute. he wants your opinion on things because he cares about what you think. he wants to be up to date on your life and keeps you up to date on his. soft looks, but deep and intense. becoming goofy and energetic around you because he loves to make you smile.

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SERIOUS GAMERS! — one piece as genshin players

luffy is an ar 43 childe main

childe main luffy !!! mayhem !!! maniac !!! cannot use bow mode for shit!

basically explores his overworld like crazy ... has 100% exploration on dragonspine because he said fuck sheer cold we die like real men :D aka a 100 times until he realises .... fire .... fire good

does not use healers. what are they. whats this wack 1000+ hp increase. is it free? do the game gods suddenly like him?

can't build characters asks law for help who fucking busts a blood vessel seeing all the 5 stars hes sacrificed on shitty artifacts (DEF% circlet on diluc, cries real tears)

has bad luck on pulls though its crazy

he doesnt even save primos,,,,

ust pulls and didnt know about losing the 50/50 he'd just be happy either ways

"haha look a character!"

THIS IS YOUR 5TH QIQI BRO

also randomly joins worlds and steals stuff . he has no etiquette Smh

does not do abyss or if he does its just a headache he has no idea he doesnt read the opponents info he has no team synergy he is just random bullshitting go in this sanji is an ar60 yae main

has raised all thee waifus but he has a thing for being humiliated by women so ... yeah .. yae

yae defender since day #1 !! he has fought whole wars for her on twitter when people were saying her kit is shit ... he started not one but 3 fan accounts

his team is basically yae, raiden, jean and lisa (whos going to tell this man theyre all girlfriends)

is now getting ready to ascend to the title of no.1 yelan main in the whole wide world .. is sacrificing his sanity to give her 300% crit damage

like luffy he does not give a fuck about the storyline, just plays for the characters (ahem.... ladies .... is also subtly growing on ayato)

hes also a big whale. does that surprise anyone? no?

r5 donut c6 kokomi and is trying to get her to deal big damage #RoadTo100K

skips dialogue

tries to cook some ingame dishes, his almond tofu and sweet madame are actually kind of good! robin and nami have benefitted from this one

zoro is an ar56 ayaka main

got into the game because luffy and sanji were heavily into it and he's fallen into a deep whirpool of genshin ayaka impact

does not give a fuck about the story + dialogue

initially played it for funsies but as soon as he saw ayaka Goddamn

compares sword styles with her secretly its so Cute

has raised her shes insane crazy 500k when he coops people clap they scream they shout

too bad shes the only built character he does not give a fuck about anyone else

ayato came and hes building him also but everyone else is irrelevant. THIS IS AYAKAS WORLD!

does not like traveller since hes not interested in ayaka

wants to punch the shit out of him

generally annoys him

keeps on whining about how traveller uses a shitty ass blade, how ayakas much better than him etc etc.

takes boss fights very Seriously is very Good at them also

does not know how hes gotten to ar 56 but will #grind until shes c6 (hes f2p and benefitted GREATLY during the ayaka banner)

ace is an ar60 eula main

whale whale whale whale

needs to touch grass hes spent his LIFE INSURANCE MONEY on this game

loves everything about it

follows the story, loves the characters, worldbuilding everything

surprisingly dedicated a lot of braincells to it! built his characters fr

he streams it also does stupid challenges n shit, ie. i die i roll

it's him and his eula against the world! he loves a woman that can kick serious ass

very fun to coop with. will go to heart island with you. will carry you.

36 stars spiral abyss like bro is full mental illnessing it he wants the primos even though he can go to the shop and basically go batshit

his luck is very bad though like he has NEVER gotten a character before 60 pity

his c6 mona speaks for herself! and so does c6 keqing!

would have mained childe but heart of depth domain sucks 4 years out of his lifespan per run (1 like = 1 decent crit piece for ace)

has hit 1mil with eula . but at what cost?

law is an ar57 xiao main

im sorry he instantly connected with him

the emo fatherlessness is universal

basically built the entire team around xiao, eg. xiao/jean/albedo/zhongli

also admires zhongli and would have mained him but he saw emo boy first

has primordial and him at c1 but he has never paid, he's not that deep in yet

just has decent luck and saves pragmatically

like luffy he has his evil moments and steals stuff from players (has gotten threats of doxxing/being cussed out)

but other than that his genshin routine is doing dailies, event and then hes out!

follows lore actively though, finds the various cross cultural references very fun

would probably pull for baizhu if he becomes playable

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