↫彡🂡"My Girl Can Wear Whatever"🂡彡↬

REMY LEBEAU GET YOUR ASS-

(jk ily swamp rat 🐀 💓 😘 💗 💖)

🧪"Analyze"🥼

Hank had been rambling about some new formula for the past fifteen minutes. You had been listening, truly, but somewhere along the way, you had started focusing more on him than on the science.

The way his hands moved as he explained things, careful yet enthusiastic. The way his eyes lit up with that unmistakable spark of curiosity. The way his fur bristled slightly when he got too into his own thoughts, like he was trying to physically keep up with his own genius.

Yeah. You were completely distracted.

"Are you even listening?"

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts to find Hank staring at you over his glasses, one eyebrow raised in amusement.

"I—yes," you said, though it was not very convincing.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned against the lab table. "Alright then. What was I just explaining?"

You grinned, tilting your head. "Something about molecular structures?"

Hank sighed, though there was no real frustration behind it. "You are impossible."

"And yet, you still love me."

"That is the mystery of the century," he teased.

You huffed dramatically, pushing yourself up onto the lab table beside him. "Alright, fine, I was not listening. But in my defense, you are very distracting."

His ears twitched slightly. "Distracting?"

"Yes. Very. You get all… passionate and smart, and it is attractive, Hank."

His fur darkened at that—his version of blushing—and you bit back a smirk at the way he ducked his head, suddenly very interested in the papers in front of him.

"You are ridiculous," he muttered, but there was affection in his voice.

You leaned closer, resting your chin in your hand. "Mm. Maybe. But you love that, too."

Hank exhaled a soft laugh, shaking his head. Then, without looking at you, he murmured, "You are my favorite experiment."

Your breath caught. "Oh?"

Finally, he glanced at you, blue eyes warm but playful. "Mhm. I have spent quite a bit of time analyzing you, you know."

"Oh, have you?" You leaned in just a little more.

He hummed. "I have studied the way your eyes crinkle when you smile. The way you somehow always manage to distract me, despite my best efforts. The way your heartbeat picks up when I stand too close."

Your heart did exactly that, and judging by his grin, he noticed.

"That is hardly scientific," you argued, though your voice was softer now.

Hank smirked. "Perhaps. But I have come to one conclusion after all my research."

"And what is that?"

He reached up, brushing a stray hair from your face before letting his fingers linger along your jaw. His voice was gentle, affectionate.

"I am completely and utterly in love with you."

Your breath hitched, and then you were closing the space between you, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. He melted into it, hands settling at your waist like you were something delicate and precious.

When you finally pulled away, you smiled. "That is a pretty good conclusion, Dr. McCoy."

He laughed, resting his forehead against yours. "It is my most important discovery yet."

"I love Morph!" "Morph deserves more love!"

*Watches ep. 2 s1 of the og X-Men series*

...😃😀😆😄🙂😐...

Playin' Hearts

Synopsis; A playful game of pickpocketing with Gambit turns into a quiet evening of jazz, dancing, and stolen moments. As the teasing gives way to sincerity, you find the courage to make the first move, discovering that some risks are worth taking. Warnings; None kits! <3

You frowned as your hand brushed against something unfamiliar in your coat pocket. Fishing it out, you discovered a playing card—a queen of hearts—marked with a small, flourished "R" in the corner. You turned it over, puzzled, trying to figure out how it had gotten there.

“You dropped somethin’, chérie,” came a familiar, honeyed voice behind you.

Spinning around, you found Remy leaning casually against the doorframe, twirling another card between his fingers. That trademark smirk of his was firmly in place, a glint of mischief lighting his red-on-black eyes.

"Did I now?" you asked, holding up the card. "Care to explain how it ended up in my pocket?"

He shrugged, completely unbothered. “Can’t blame me for wantin’ to stay close to you, non? Thought you might enjoy a lil’ reminder of me.”

Rolling your eyes, you stepped closer, card in hand. “You’re telling me you pickpocketed me just to leave… this?”

“Not just any card, chère.” He tapped the queen of hearts with his fingertip. “It’s got a meanin’. You’re sharp; I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

You couldn’t help the warmth rising to your cheeks, but you refused to let him win so easily. “If you’re so good at sneaking things into my pockets, guess I’ll have to start keeping them zipped.”

“Aw, now don’t do that,” he teased, his voice a low, velvety drawl. “Would make my job so much less fun.”

Shaking your head, you tried to hide your smile as you walked away, but his chuckle followed you down the hall. When you reached into your pocket later that day and found another card—a joker this time—you couldn’t help but laugh.

Gambit always had a way of leaving an impression.

Later that evening, you wandered into the common room to find Remy sitting on the couch, shuffling his deck of cards with practiced ease. He looked up as you entered, that perpetual smirk softening into something warmer when he saw you.

“Evenin’, chère,” he drawled, sliding the cards into a neat stack and setting them aside. “Come to accuse me of more mischief?”

You crossed your arms, pretending to consider. “Depends. Find anything else to slip into my pockets?”

He stood, hands raised in mock innocence. “Now why would I risk it? You’d catch me red-handed.”

“Maybe I’d let you off easy.” The words escaped before you could think twice, and the flicker of surprise in his expression sent your heart racing.

Remy stepped closer, his movements fluid and unhurried. “Careful, mon cœur. A man could take that as an invitation.”

You tilted your head, trying to keep your composure. “And what if it is?”

For a moment, the teasing glint in his eyes shifted to something deeper, more earnest. Without a word, he reached for the old radio on the shelf and turned the dial until soft jazz crackled through the room.

“Dance with me,” he said, holding out his hand.

Caught off guard, you hesitated. “I don’t—”

“Don’t matter if you can,” he interrupted gently, taking your hand in his. “Just follow my lead.”

Before you could argue, he pulled you close, one hand settling lightly on your waist while the other held your hand securely in his. The warmth of his touch and the way he swayed with effortless rhythm made it impossible not to relax.

The world seemed to shrink to just the two of you, moving together in the soft glow of the room. You found yourself smiling as his fingers gave yours a playful squeeze.

“You’re a natural, chère,” he murmured, his voice low and velvety.

Your eyes met his, and suddenly, the teasing facade he so often wore was gone, replaced by something vulnerable and inviting. Heart pounding, you gathered every ounce of courage you had and leaned up, brushing your lips against his.

For a moment, the world stilled. Then, his hand tightened gently at your waist, pulling you closer as he returned the kiss with a slow, deliberate passion that left you breathless.

When you finally pulled back, his lips curved into a grin that could only be described as triumphant. “Took you long enough,” he teased, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Maybe I just wanted to see if you’d make the first move,” you countered, your boldness surprising even yourself.

Remy chuckled, his forehead resting lightly against yours. “Chérie, if I’d known that, I wouldn’t have wasted so much time with cards.”

And with that, he spun you back into the dance, holding you close as the music played on

(GAMBIT CONTENT YAY!)

I love Storm ✊️✊️

Oh my queen. I admire you.

CHAT I'M BOUTTA-

AAAHHHHHHJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAAAAAAA-

What's the one hmo that NONE of your friends can agree with you on? Mine are either 1)

Cardinal Terzo.

BOOM SHACKALA YAS LAWDDD

Or 2)

Taz Skylar

HOW CAN NONE OF MY FRIENDS FIND THIS MAN HOT???

Papa Emeritus is hot af wth-?

I HAVE A SANJI ENEMIES TOO LOVERS IN MY DRAFTS, ALMOST DONE W IT TOO. I AM SO SCARED BC I FEEL LIKE ITS RUSHED. 😭😭😭😭