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[real-overwatch-facts]

Real Overwatch Fact #142:

Sombra is a huge Yu-Gi-Oh fan and she goes to conventions dressed as Seto Kaiba.

Submitted by @chrellington.

[asura-zoro]

Ow! Its my boy; @chrellington 's 19 bday, he also goes by Franky in my contact list on my phone. Happy birthday bro, drink some cola and have a SUPEEEERRRR day!

[onepieceimagines]

Valentine’s Day Special #10

One Piece World 💙  Crush on Mihawk requested by bree-d-rouse-onepiece-trash for chrellington

You were really grateful to Perona for bringing you to safety after spending a crazy night on the island. You washed up on shore and you were immediately put in danger. If it weren’t for the pink haired ghost girl, you’d surely be dead in the forest somewhere. Perona’s appearance was shocking enough but when she brought you to a dark and gothic style looking castle when you felt your heart stopped in your chest at the gorgeous man in front of you.

His sharp features made you conflicted on whether to run away or to stare at him longer. You chose the latter. 

“This is Mihawk. This is his castle. He lets me stay here.” She had said, her feet hovering above the ground. You snapped out of your stupor and smiled nervously at the intensity in his eyes.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Christian.” You noticed the sword that was strapped to his back and, before you knew it, you cracked one of your jokes. “Well, this night took a sharp turn.” The two people in front of you stared at you until Perona broke out into laughter. Mihawk raised an eyebrow. He saw that you were staring at the sword on his back and sighed.

Perona had begged the man to let you stay until your wounds healed at least. It seemed like she took a liking to you immediately, especially after your greeting with Mihawk. You had bravery to crack a joke in front of such a powerful man like him. He must have taken a liking to you (or he must have been sick as Perona has joked before) because he let you stay at the castle. He did mention that once you were healed you could go but your visit became much longer.

Now, here you were, being pushed to Mihawk’s library by your pink haired friend. When she checked the date on the top of the newspaper, she decided that today was the day that you would get a backbone. Before you could complain and resist, she had shoved you into the library and slammed the door before disappearing. You almost tripped over your own feet but you braced yourself on the couch. You were about to call after her when you heard a throat being cleared from behind you. You turned and faced Mihawk who was raising an eyebrow at you.

“Christian.” You chuckled nervously and scratched the back of your head.

“Sorry to disturb you, Mihawk. Mind if I join you?” He hummed before turning his attention back to the newspaper in his hand. You went over to the bookshelf and plucked out a book that you usually read around him. You plopped down on the arm chair at the opposite side of the room. You curled up on the chair and pretended to skim through the lines. You really were just sneaking peaks to the man across from you. Your gaze lingered a while too long because he looked up and your eyes met his.

“Something the matter?” A blush filled your cheeks as your brain scattered for a response.

“Um... Want to hear a joke?” He didn’t answer you but from the way he folded the newspaper in his lap, you knew he was listening. You grinned and thought up of a good joke to tell the never-smiling man in front of you. Outside the window, you spotted two birds land on a nearby branch. “I got it! What do you call two birds in love?” He raised an eyebrow and his gaze fell to the floor, probably overthinking and taking the question rather seriously like he always does with your jokes. It was one of the reasons you found him cute.

“I’ll amuse you then. What are they called?” He mumbled, giving up on coming up with the answer. A large grin lifted your lips as the answer bubbled in your chest and spilled out.

“Tweethearts!” He stared at your grinning expression and you swore you saw how the corners of his lips twitched. 

“Clever. You look proud of yourself.” You grinned, tapping the book in your hands with your fingertips.

“Come on. You gotta be impressed. I came up with that on the spot.” A small smirk from him made you blush and your chest warm up. Just a small gesture sent your heart fluttering.

“Hmm. I guess you’re right. It was quick thinking.” You expected the room to fall into a silence once again but were pleasantly surprised when he folded the newspaper once more and put it to the side. “What would you like to do?” The question caught you off guard, unsure of what to answer to the man.

“Huh?” He got up and walked over to you, plucking the book out of your hand and putting it on the side table. Confused, and now flustered from the distance between the two of you, you looked up at him and you noticed that his brow was subtly raised.

“There’s not much we can do in here but we can look for something. Or would you rather just continue to stare at me?” You felt your cheeks and neck heat up at that last part and looked away from his eyes. 

“Uh... We can make some tea?” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you up effortlessly before motioning you to follow him. You couldn’t keep your eyes away from where he held your wrist, his grip firm yet also gentle against your skin.