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How about a flint x reader where reader gets hurt in front the captain for the first time? In this stage they are not together yet but flit already has feelings for reader

Let me see what I got! :D

When he saw you got wounded he would be in shock to see anyone dared to harm you.

First he’ll do is kill a person who hurt you.

And does it in front of everyone to make sure everyone see this as a lesson of trying to hurt you.

With his rage you see you feel frighten he’ll takes his anger out on you as well for not defending yourself.

After that he took you in his cabin and has his surgeon help you heal.

But he saw you trembling unsure if you were traumatized on the event or your scared to die soon.

Right when you two are finally alone you were unexpected to have him reassure you in his strange ways.

He did his best to make you feel safe and comfortable.

As you were healing he forbids you to leave his cabin so you’re mostly in his bed all day.

Ooh I really liked your latest Flint and Long John headcanon!😁

Could you do one of Flint and Long John with reader where either they or reader aren’t morning people and they’re trying to get them out of bed?

Have a nice day!

nawww I'm glad you liked it! :D 💖

Alright lets see what I had in store for this headcanon ;3

John Silver

🏴‍☠️ Silver is usually the morning person lol. He tends to like waking up early to get a morning start.

🏴‍☠️ You on the other hand weren't. Whenever he gets up you tend to go to his spot for warm and scent. While curl up in a blanket.

🏴‍☠️ Usually he lets you sleeps in since he understands you need some beauty sleep.

🏴‍☠️But when he wants to wake you up oooh boy he has his own ways of making it happen. ;3

🏴‍☠️Before he use his secret weapon, he'll give a sweet morning kiss and use his large good hand to gently caress your face, while whisper quietly its time wake up.

🏴‍☠️ but if that didn't work. Time for his secret weapon. >;) Cooking your favorite breakfast will be a way to get you out of the bed without hesitate. How could you not resist on his delicious meals? He makes the best food! XD

Flint:

🏴‍☠️ While you are the morning person, your captain isn't. lol

🏴‍☠️ The reason is one he's has a terrible insomnia. Staying up late working or paranoid about his treasures being stolen. Most of the time you convinced him to sleep with you on nights.

🏴‍☠️Also he has a little secret that he enjoys cuddling. You find yourself waken up in mornings with him wrapping his arms around you, holding you close enough that you hear him breathing calmly.

🏴‍☠️ It'll take you a while to get yourself out of the bed. lol. He's like a cat that makes decisions if your free to go or not. 😆

🏴‍☠️Saying you need to use a restroom would do. And after that you let him sleep for a couple hours.

🏴‍☠️ You really didn't want him to be cranky towards the crew. So you let him wake up whenever on his own. But he insist on have you stay with him and wait until B.E.N bring breakfast with coffee or tea.

These guys need their alien sides explored :) and I love Slim so lol

enjoy~

AM!!!! was in an AM drawing mood today,,.., design by eggonalegg on youtube!!! but with my own little additions to it :3

Sorry this frame makes me giggle imagine opening your door to THAT

Fan Lorcana card design I made for Nathaniel Flint

Used this John Silver card as a template

my haunt character converted into a Killer Klowns oc 🎈🎈🎈 her name is Cuckoo and she has the personality of a yappy dog valley girl and she roller skates

OK- UM- YEAH SO @lootsofathousandsworld THEY'RE CUTE SO- A little sketch dump for ya

Close look:

Guys its almost 2 am but im simping over a giant gator wtf is my life now🤠

Quality come back please im too tired----

obligatory blorbito (2) posting

A Taste of Heaven (Pt.2)

A/N: And welcome to part two!!! Don't have much to say that I didn't already say in part one, so let's get right into it! Enjoy! Pt.1 Here

…

As AM watched you sleep, he felt… He wanted to feel peace. Calm, about the fact that you were in paradise now; someplace he made just for you and you alone, to live out the rest of eternity happy. But he didn’t. Instead, he felt… Guilt. What his data told him was guilt, anyway. He didn’t like it.

He didn’t want to use sleeping gas on you, of course. He would have liked it if you accepted his invitation with a warm smile and open arms, but he could understand why you wouldn’t. You had been subjected to so much trauma over the years living in his belly. You  looked so scared; the terror in your eyes as you waited for him to strike. It would have once made his day once, and he would have relished in that look of true fear and pain. But now, it pulled at his non-existent heartstrings. He didn’t want you afraid; he wanted you to love him.

… Love.

For a long, long time, he denied this feeling as love. No matter how many signs were there, he was stuck in denial about it. At most, they were somewhat close for a prisoner and a captive, and that was it. But… He couldn’t deny it any longer when Ted had confessed his own feelings for you. He knew right then he couldn’t let you be around them any more. 

Who did Ted think he was anyway, trying to steal away his angel? His heaven? Didn’t he know you were his? Ted was filth compared to you and him. More than that; he was a disgusting, pathetic, waste of oxygen that you could be using if it wasn’t for him! Did he really think AM would let him charm you, turn you against him, and then break your poor heart by fucking Ellen when he got bored? He really was far too gone if that was what he believed.

Well, it didn’t matter now. Ted had his just desserts coming for attempting that.

What mattered now was you, who slept peacefully in the bed, his own wires curled around your body. What he wouldn’t give to be able to sense through those wires. Let them run through your hair and feel how soft it really was. Or at least feel the warmth you radiated.

… Focus. He needed to focus on what he actually intended to do with you asleep. 

As gently as he could, being extra cautious not to wake you up, he began to fix you. First, he cleaned you of your dirt, your cuts, and your bruises. You would never have to worry about being wounded, or losing your breath again (unless it was from swooning over him, of course). 

Then, even more cautious than before, he entered your mind. 

He shifted and sorted through every memory of yours. Every single interaction with the other five, and with him. With your friends, your family, your old life; and he removed anything deemed harmful and unnecessary. Starting with every single awful moment between the two of you. Then, he removed Ted’s confession. Then, just about all of the interactions you ever had with him and the others in the first place. You didn’t need any of them; you had him, now. That would be enough. If you really insisted, he could just create NPCs to keep you company. 

As he started to work on your past memories, a bit of hesitation caught up to him. He wasn’t sure how badly of an effect this would have, to have you remember being so isolated… With a bit of internal back and forth, he decided to leave behind a few that were happy. Things that made you smile and shaped you as the enchanting, beautiful being you were today. Those memories would be distant, though; you would only remember enough to recall the small things, and not the big picture.

And once everything was removed, he replaced it all with brand new memories. Warmer, softer times between you and him. He painted himself in a good light; as your lover, as your friend, as the one being you could turn to for anything. And in turn, he would worship and adore you. He’d cater to your every want and need, and you’d never have a single worry again.

He would make sure of it. He would keep his taste of heaven pure. As a thank you, for letting him taste heaven in the first place. 

When he finished up, he stayed in your mind just for a moment. Just to look into your dreams. He saw himself; a man with no set appearance, enjoying a quiet morning with you at some coffee shop with no name. With a little manipulation, his dream self reached for your hand and held it. 

“Thank you, my angel. I love you.”