#that is if he's coming out consious

[themistdragon]

If time is stopped in the coins (which it probably is), that implies Runaan is coming out starving and dehydrated, with broken ribs, bruising, and an arm binding that will RAPIDLY tighten as it makes up for lost time, likely amputating the limb seconds after being freed.

Basically, Runaan as soon as he gets decoined:

[no-i-will-not-shut-up]

alice in borderland is so funny this guy is getting visions from the author in every single game but hes still getting obliterated

[ravenslvt]

imagine best friend leon comforts you after a break up but it turns south 🤔🤔🤔😛, soft sex is what he gives you

☆ bsf! leon x female!reader ☆

bestfriend! leon comforting you after a break up

☆ content warnings: smut , mentions of alcohol, mentions of cheating ☆

leon groans as he hears a knock at his door. the clock read 12:53am. who was coming over this late?

he stands up out of bed, not bothering to put a shirt on. he opens his front door, yawning.

all his annoyance completley dissipates when he sees you all teary eyed on his doorstep.

he says your name in concern, you just look up with the saddest look on your face. it sent a pang to his heart to see you like this.

he immediately figured it was your (asshole) boyfriend who was constantly flaking on you and (he assumed) was probably even cheating.

“sorry, i wasn’t sure if you were awake and i didn’t wanna call and-“ you start to ramble. he sighs, bringing you in to hug his bare chest. you didn’t mind, you’d seen him shirtless before. you’ve been bestfriends for almost four years.

“it’s ok, you don’t have to say anything.” he shushes you. he finally brings you into his messy apartment you’d been in countless times, but this time felt different.

“i just feel so fucking stupid. it was so obvious the whole time he was a dick i just was so delusional.” you’re on your second glass of wine now that leon had brought out for you two. he figured it would be nice to talk about your feelings and vent to him. you sit facing eachother on the couch in his living room.

you’d been with your (now) ex-boyfriend for only eight months. but leon always fucking hated the guy. he would always get mad when you would hangout with leon, thinking he had a crush on you or something, which he totally did.

you stopped crying now, you were just angry for wasting so much of your time with such a joke of a man. leon didn’t blame you. he let you rant.

“god, it didn’t help he fucking sucked at sex too. seriously he lasted like two pumps then knocked out. for EIGHT months!” you weren’t lying.

“you’re joking” he laughs, shifting in his seat on the couch. he never even bothered to put a shirt back on since you got here, still only in his baggy grey sweatpants.

“i’m serious. never made me cum once. he never even ate me out, said it was ‘too gross’ ” you scoffed, remembering how it was always about his pleasure and not yours. you felt leon’s eyes on you.

his eyes darkened.

his thoughts raced. that asshole never even ate you out? he’d kill to even touch you like that.

you noticed him go silent, one of his hands resting on his own thigh and the other arm was resting around the top of the couch.

“leon-“

“fuck that guy. seriously. any guy would be so lucky to even be allowed to be with you, to touch you.” leon’s voice is quieter than usual, but loud enough for you to hear. it felt like he was holding something back.

maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the supressed feelings for your bestfriend, but your eyes scanned him, suddenly consious of his shirtless state. how good his bare chest looked. how firm his muscled stomach was. how good his waist looked in those pants. his fucking arms.

and the way you could fully see the outline of his cock in his sweatpants.

your eyes shot back up to his face. only to see him staring at you.

“like… you?” you gulped, awaiting his response. you could see him thinking, practically hearing the gears turn in his head. he sighs your name, looking away.

“i-i can’t. not when your in this state.” he rubs his face with his hands. god his hands were big.

“leon i-“

“no, i like you way too fucking much to mess this up” he looks back at you, a genuine soft look in his eye.

you smile, he’s too sweet for his own good sometimes. you sit up straight, scooting closer to him.

“leon. i promise you, i want you.” you bring a gentle hand to cup his strong jaw.

his hands reach for your face, he uses one to brush a stray hair out of your face. he brings his forehead to yours.

“do you know how badly i want you? how long i’ve been waiting for you? you fucking kill me everyday i have to go without you.” he speaks lowly.

he leans in slowly, giving you a chance to pull away. but you don’t. your eyes flutter shut as your lips connect.

he starts the kiss out paced, allowing your lips to adjust to eachother. your hands go straight to his shoulders for support. you were afraid you’d fall over onto his carpeted floor.

“leon…” you panted his name between kisses, giving him an opportunity to greet his tounge in your mouth.

“what is it pretty girl?” he never pulled back as you two spoke, addicted to your lips.

“want you… need you, please” you practically whined into his mouth. he just smirked, giving you one last kiss before pulling away. you pouted for a second before he started to kiss down your neck slowly. exploring and biting until you showed him your sweet spot.

he bit your pulse point, making you softly yelp.

your hand automatically goes to the waistband of his sweats, but he stops you, swatting your hand.

“no, this is about you. ignore me” he warns.

“but-“ you pout

“no.” he sternly says, pushing you so your back was against the couch cushion, he was now on his knees between your thighs. you were going to argue, but seeing him like this brought no complaint from you. you were never used to this. but god were you excited.

he teasingly removes your shorts, leaving kisses in their wake. you gasped from the feeling, being left in your black panties. they had a little rose at the top center, making him smile.

“cute” his thumb goes over the rose, then moves over your clothed clit. you softly gasp and your hips automatically buck up to meet his touch.

he scrunches your shirt up, kissing your pelvis, then your stomach, and pushing your bra up to bring a nipple into his mouth. you squirm under him, already so needy for him. he pulls away with a pop.

he slowly reaches his hand into your already soaked panties, a look of suprise on his face.

“this all for me?” he nudged your sensitive clit with his knuckle. you suck in a breath, nodding.

he chuckles, using his free hand to pull your panties down while he continues rubbing your clit, rolling it between his fingers.

once they’re off, he stares down at your bare pussy, absolutely entranced.

“s-sorry. he only liked it when i was shaved” you looked away from him, a bit self conscious. you try clamping your thighs together.

he scoffs “what a fucking weirdo” he says before forcing your thighs to stay open with his strength. you always forgot how strong he was since he was always so gentle around you.

he moves his head to hover over your needy cunt, your thighs now around his shoulders. he looks up at you “is this ok?”

you nod.

“yes” you say. he moves in an instant, his hot mouth devouring you.

“fuck, leon!” you moan, covering your mouth with your hand. the other one gripped his dirty blonde hair.

his lustful eyes look up at you as his tounge works expertly against you. he studied your reactions, repeating the actions that made you squirm the most.

your thighs squeezed against his head, but he didn’t mind. he fucking loved that he was making you feel like this. his dick was raging in his pants, but he ignored it. tonight was about you. he’d make it about you everynight if he could.

he thrusted his long tounge into your hole, pumping it as he circled your clit with his nose. you almost screamed, his grip on your thighs getting tighter by the second. he shakes his head in a motion, teetering your orgasm.

you started to shake, almost drowning him in your wetness.

“i think i’m gonna-“ your thighs were so tight around him he swore you were crushing his skull. he quickens his mouth, the most pornographic noises coming from your pussy.

you let out the most delectable moans as you cum all over his face. he keeps licking and sucking until your shaking stops and you’re just panting, trying to push him off from overstimulation.

“s’too much” you pant, grabbing at leons hair. he finally pulls away, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. your face was completley flushed and eyes lidded. he smiled, leaning in to kiss you. you moan as soon as you taste yourself on his tounge. (your ex was wrong, you tasted fucking great)

you feel his hard buldge against your thigh, your brows furrow and a heat fills your gut. you reach out your hand to rub him through his pants. he lets out a needy groan, rutting into your hand. a wet patch growing in the front of the grey sweats.

“f-fuck. keep doing that and i’ll have to keep going, baby” he warns, but you didn’t stop. you keep eye contact as you rub the head of his cock through his sweats, the fabric adding extra stimulation. it twitched in your hand and he grabbed your wrisy, stopping you, though he didn’t want you to stop.

“i don’t wanna take advantage-“ he starts, but you cut him off before he can finish, rolling your eyes.

“leon stop. do you know how many dreams i’ve had of you fucking me? we’ve already gotten this far, so if you don’t fuck me right now i’m gonna walk out that door and-“ this time he cuts you off with a kiss, you smile into the kiss. you feel him smile back.

after a minute or two of sweet kissing, the moment gets heavy again. the kiss gets deeper and more messy.

you couldn’t help it, you slide his loose sweatpants off his figure and have to look down.

oh fuck. he was big.

he noticed your eyes widen and cheeks flush, his ego inflating a little.

“that’s not gonna fit, leon” you look back up at him, absolutely in awe of the man’s gorgeous cock. the tip was a raging pink color, it was curved upward like it was begging to be touched. precum sparkling at the edges.

he chuckles, kissing you on the cheek.

“oh yes it will”

he sits back up on his knees, dragging your legs twords him and grabbing one of the pillows from the couch, patting your hip to tell you to lift it so he can slide it under.

he gives himself a few more pumps, even spitting on his cock for extra lubricant, though you were already so wet he could probably slide in easily.

he lines himself up, looking up at you for one last chance for you to back away, but you just shimmy your hips to try and get him to put it in already. he takes that as a sign and slowly slides in.

you tense up as soon as the tip is in. he leans down, giving you a peck on the lips before rubbing your hips.

“relax, pretty” he sooths. a few more seconds and hes sinking in a little more, little by little he brings himself to a point where he can’t push in anymore. he was balls deep in your sopping pussy.

he waited a few moments until you were moving your own hips for some more stimulation.

“there you go, look at you.” he teases, pulling out almost all the way, only leaving his raging tip in before thrusting it back in. your back arched off the couch and he gripped your hips tigher. you felt heavenly.

all you could think about was how good his big cock felt inside of you. gently slamming in and out and in and out and in and out.

“more” you plead, looking down to where you two meet, there was a noticable buldge indented in your stomach from where his cock was in you, making you whine.

“of course” he whispers, leaning down to cage you in his elbows, throwing the pillow from under you somewhere across the room and instead using his strength to slam into you. your arms held him around his neck, one pulling at his hair unconsciously. your legs wrapped around his hips, encouraging him to go faster.

you’re both panting as you lean up to kiss him again. it wasn’t anything like your first kiss with him. it was all tounge and saliva and mess. but it was perfect for the moment.

you could feel him so deep, it felt like he was growing even bigger inside of you. you felt a familiar build up in your belly, the need of release. you pull away from the kiss to breathe. he lowers his head to suck your tits in his mouth, alternating between them and occasionally biting them gently.

“leonnn!” you moaned his name over and over as his pace got faster and faster.

he was holding back his own orgasm just so he could feel you clench around him.

“fuck, i wanted this for so fucking long, baby. you’re so-fuck- so perfect.” leon was losing his composure more and more by every thrust inside of you. your walls started to clench around him, making his face scrunch up.

you came around him, squeezing him, your nails dragging down his strong arms, leaving redish pink marks in their wake.

he just chanted your name mixed with compliments-how perfect you are around him, how pretty you are, how you were made for him.

“w-where can i-“

“inside, leon, please!” you whine, all you can think of is his cock dragging in and out of you.

he spills inside you with a groan, hips sputtering. he lays on top of you, holding himself up so he doesn’t crush you.

“s-shit are you…?” the realization hits him that he just came inside you.

“i’m on the pill” you assure, softly smile at him, both of you breathing heavily at this point.

he smiles back, kissing you and slowly pulling out, making you whine, he tucks himself back into his sweatpants, an obvious stain on the front of his pants.

he gently pulls your shirt back over your tits, but not before giving them a soft kiss each. you giggle at him.

“are you feeling ok? do you need anything?” he asks, stroking your head and fixing your loose hairs. acting like he wasn’t just fucking your brains out.

you nod, giving him another peck on the lips, this time he pouts when you pull away.

safe to say, you were over your ex.

a/n: raven try to write soft smut challenge: impossible. lowkey got carried away but i hope u like it!!

thank u for the request i lovedddd writing this mwuah <3

[icarusredwings]

I dont CARE that it's November 9th and "Halloweens over" ITS MY BIRTHDAY MONTH ILL POST IF I WANT TOO

Anyway.

Thinking about apocolpse au.

Wade getting bitten by a zombie, Logan freaking out, Wade dying, and him coming back (Again)

"Didn't you just die?? I literally fucking burried you!!"

And wades like:

"Of course. Man, God REALLY hates you dosn't he?"

And he's bassically the same person except just saying, "Rahhah har ran re" (translation: I think the devil doesn't want me either)

"What?? Oh for fucks sake... tell me you're kidding.."

"Rah?" 🤔

"Great so now you stink more and you can't talk. Fucking lovely."

"Mmmmh..." 🥺 (would you still love me if I was a zombie?)

"*sighs, blushes and grumbles how insane this is and how much of a bad idea this is* Fine! Come on...."

"Raah!!" 😄

And sometimes his limbs fall off because I think it would be funny if you just saw him stop, turn around, pick up his arm and shove it back into place like a dislocated shoulder. (Marvel Magic)

But its very obvious that Wade is still consious and so logan leads him around, puts a leash on him, ties him up when he goes to sleep the first few nights so wade dosn't eat him, sometimes luring him with a piece of his thigh or telling him he'll feed him soon to make him behave.

The only thing about this resource wise is that it seems Wade is a bottomless pit, not ever able to get enough. It's like all the nutrients just pass right through him, so he can't get fed meals daily, but Logan will share at least one bite of his food. It makes Wade so happy and way more "wade like" than zombie.

Logan has learned that the hungrier Wade gets the worse it would be, snapping at logan a few times.

"Grr-"

"Aye! That's enough outta ya"

"GggRah!"

"Hey!! I said no! Bad! Bad wade!"

"Mmmh??"

"Bad!!"

"Mmh....rahah.."

"I forgive you. But stop trying to bite me. I feed you, don't I? I hold your hand and tell you that I love you?"

Wade is actually extremely friendly for a zombie (duh) and still yaps at logan except its nonsense. Logan tries hard to understand him and talk back.

He holds his hand sometimes, even lays next to him only to scold him if he gets too bitey. This is hard because wade already had a biting issue and seeing as he practically ate anything or anybody now it was more difficult.

"...aahh-"

"Wade- No."

"Ggr.. raahh"

"Wade! No! Bad."

"Mmmh..."

"Ill feed you tomarrow. Don't bite me mkay? You wanna hurt me?"

He shakes his head like a dog shaking off from a bath, or that ate a bee.

"Then don't bite me."

"Mmh? Mrah?"

"No. No kisses right now. Im still not even sure if thats safe.."

"Mmmh...🥺 ahrrah?"

"No, not even a tiny one."

"Mm...😔"

Until Logan grunts and pecks his hand. "There. Happy?"

"🙂‍↕️mh"

"Good."

Honestly Logan felt bad, pitited him. No matter what food he ate it wasnt enough substance to sustain him and sometimes Logan would wake up to find him eating a different zombie that made the mistake of trying to eat Logan.

You ever wake up in the morning, lose your zombie boyfriend, call for him only to walk outside and see him knawing on some poor chaps arm like a happy puppy who found a chicken leg? Logan has. Many times. And he wishes his phone would charge so he could take a picture of it but unfortunately theres no electricity in the post apocalypse world.

This being said Logan is like- THE perfect guy for apocalypse au because he can smell everything and hear anyone before they even get to you, he has better wilderness survival skills then anyone I know and he'll never NOT have a weapon on him because of his claws. The only downside is that he's tired easily, needs a lot of food, and would lowkey be withdrawing from his tabccao and alchool, therefore very moody.

"Stupid fucking apocalypse having to happen when im fucking alive!! Why can't I just NOT live through ONE major historical event! Is that too fucking much to ask? One damn decade where everything is fine and dandy and- WADE! Get your ass away from that!! It's radioactive!! For fucks sake!"

"Rahahrah?"

"NO!! You can not become Spiderman! That's not how that works!"

"Aawr..😔"

The whole thing is they're on a quest to find Laura and Gabby, because when everything went to shit, they were on a cabin trip and now Logans brain is itching because he dosn't know where his babies are and its driving him insane. Once he finds them, they're gonna shack up somewhere with food and animals to hunt, and hes gonna make a little shed outside for Wade to sleep because he'll kill him if he bites one of the girls.

He dosnt care that much about himself really and he hates himself deep down for not being able to trust wade anymore but even wade dosnt trust wade, sometimes wandering off on purpose, staying about 30 feet away from him at all times, growling and giving Logan that glazed over look of unconsiousness. The only good thing about this, though, is after he removes himself from the idea of hurting Logan (because if logaj were to become infected - HA! Your all fucked. Utterly fucked. The whole humanoid species would go extinct because he'd kill anything that moved) he feels more trusting of him and it's not uncommon for them to hug after either. Afterall Wade- Some how???- is still wade and is very affectionate and sensitive when its not returned.

This whole thing also makes him think worse about himself, kicking reflective objects or staring at himself in a shop window in utter shock and disgust with a face of 'thats me..?' While logans raiding the place for supplies.

Did you know zombies can cry? Well, Wade could. Not a lot, only able to get a bit of liquid from dehydration, but sometimes Logan will catch him just... sitting there.. crying. Upset with himself for being bit. Upset with himself for trying to bite logan all the time. Upset at how ugly he is. Upset that he's starving all the time. Upset that he can't even talk to anyone, and Logan just has to guess what he's saying 90% of the time. Bro is literally

When they DO find Laura and Gabby, the girls are doing great. Laura was going to blow wades head off until Gabby ran in the shot, hugging him instantly, only to be ripped away.

"Of course my dad is the weirdo married to a zombie." Laura grunts, but is secrelty happy that wade is still 'alive'

Gabby, being as young as she is, thinks it's so SICK that her dad is a zombie now, giggling when he talks to her and holding his hand. She's not allowed near him for long, and not at all by herself, but Gabby bassically becomes Wades number one supporter, defending him when he messes up and snaps at laura.

"He's just hungry!! He's not bad! It's not bad to be hungry!" She'll say. "You wouldn't kill me if I was hungry.." she tells her bigger, more survival oriented sister whos suggested putting wade out of his misery, for his own sake. "I tried that... he found me again 3 days later." Logan tells her with a pang in his chest. It had taken everything in him to kill him the first time, and sobbed himself to sleep the next 2 days. By the third when he noticed Wade following him from a distance he couldn't believe it.

Not even the apocalypse could keep them away from each other..

[ayaamoo]

2/ Observer

Kenma has always been naturally observant, it comes with being the self-consious introvert that he is. Ever since he was young, he would notice patterns of behaviour in the people around him and respond accordingly.

Kenma knows Kuroo. He knows when Kuroo is happy, when he’s sad, when he’s bored, when he’s frustrated—so sometimes, even exercise-hater Kenma would step up and be the one that initiates play dates. (“Do you want to go level up?)

Kenma also notices patterns with Kuroo. Such as when Kuroo would be noticeably pent up after weekend visitations with his mom and her other family. Kuroo doesn’t talk about it, and Kenma doesn’t feel the need to ask. Instead he would just quietly get changed out of his pyjamas on those Sunday afternoons, and wait for Kuroo to come find him.

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my kuroken headcanons # 1 | #2

[idiotwithanipad]

How Pennywise rids you of an abuser

(Well shit, this was cathartic😓)

(Warning: This might be a little graphic)

・Believe it or not, he won't kill them. Death would be too quick and easy, they won't suffer, and that's what he wants. He wants them to feel the anxiety, dread and grief that they caused you. Tenfold.

・You won't even have to let him know when, how, why, where and who the abuser is or why you think they did what they did, he'll already know.

・Around you, he acts oblivious, he pretends he doesn't know you've suffered. If he told you his master plan to exact revenge on your behalf, you'll try to convince him not to; not wanting that stain on your conscience, fearing some type of retaliation from them if it didn't work.

・He keeps it a secret from you, he waits for an opportunity to strike while you're busy. He slinks away, gathers himself in the spot where your abuser traverses, and he tempts them while assuming your form.

・Beckoning them, calling out to them, trying to provoke them, or simply staring them down with an unreadable expression.

・Once they're under his control, they'll try to beg for help from the rest of the townsfolk, but they won't help. They won't care, they won't listen, and they probably won't even see.

・It's not over between them. He'll visit your abuser regularly, tear their mind apart and muddle everything, all while assuming your shape. Your shape, but he'll sound different, possibly the voice or sound of whatever scares your abuser the most.

・This isn't a mistake. Pennywise intended to take your form to scare them, so that if they ever happen upon the real you in the street, they'll run. Run far away and hope that they never run into you again.

・They might even try to beg for mercy at your feet, deranged and desperate. You'll be frightened and confused at their sudden change, but your abuser won't see you as they beg. When they look up at you, through their tears, your confused expression will shift into a pointed and deeply satisfied grin and sharp teeth.

・Just another one of Pennywise's illusions that he projects on you like a shield without you even knowing.

・If the abuser tries to seek help through a therapist, thinking they've lost their mind, Pennywise won't let it happen. When your abuser dials the number for a hotline, they'll hear nothing but the sweet, gleeful, sinister laughter of many children.

・If they take action and run to a doctor themselves, everyone in the waiting room will stop what they're doing, slowly turn their heads, and they'll be smiling at them. The same smile that your abuser dreads. The one that's been following them for months.

・This is what Pennywise wants. To let them know what it's like to feel unseen, unheard, frightened and vulnerable. People see them but they don't see what they're going through, even if they send signals that they're in need of help, nobody gets the message.

・But all things have to come to an end eventually, but Pennywise doesn't want to eat them. He refuses to consume the very thing that's poisioned your confidence and self worth for years. There's always a place in the deadlights for them, but as for their body? Out of sight and out of mind. There's no grave, no remembering them or people grieving at their resting place talking about what a 'good person' they were. No. None of that. Where they will remain, consious but immobile, underground, beneath the mouldy, rotten mountain of trinkets and discarded belongings of previous victims. Buried beneath all of it and slowly left to rot.

[dullgecko]

A few little ice skating headcanons for you :)

Kristen is, predictably, terrible. She somehow talks everyone into letting her participate in the “knives on your feet on a slippery surface” activity. She manages one very slow waddle-skate around the edge, falling over constantly and clinging to the sides, before it was suggested that maybe this isn’t the thing for her after she nearly took her fingers off.

Gorgug wasn’t having a great time either - he wasn’t bad at it as such, just not his idea of fun, so he and Kristen go to get hot chocolate and place bets on who is going to fall over next/most.

Adaine is very cautious and mostly sticks to the sides although her technique is pretty good and she doesn’t fall over much if at all. Her main problem is that she gets cold and goes to join Kristen and Gorgug with the hot chocolate to warm up a bit.

Fig falls over a decent amount, but is much less worried about it and can skate well enough that she’s happy skating in the middle, but spends some time with Adaine at the edges too.

Fabian almost certainly went by himself first because he knew exactly what he was doing despite it allegedly being all of their first time trying skating. His general dexterity from dancing helped him out a lot and he mostly just liked seeing how fast he could go.

Riz also took to skating very well and, if he had the time/money etc he probably could have a decent go at figure skating. He had a bit of trouble with people nearly crashing into him because they weren’t looking, but he could avoid most of them quite easily (dexterity and hypervigilance being a useful combination there).

Kristen is almost out of spell slots by the end of her first lap just from healing HERSELF. Somehow managed to slice her own calf open and that's the point where it was decided this was not the activity for her.

Thankfully Gorgug is pretty good at it managing to scoop up their cleric and carry her off the ice to safety with minimal issues. He was high key worried about running into people and hurting them. They spend the next two hours of their booked time having hot chocolate and playing games in the attached arcade (mostly skiball).

Adaine joins them soon after (and helps them cheat so they can win enough tickets for enchanted sticky hands).

Fig is having fun playing defence for Riz, being just erratic enough in his vicinity that no-one comes near him as he tries to work out how to do spins and jumps.

Fabian was very much of the mindset that he had to look EFFORTLESS while skating. No, can NOT look like a baby deer just learning to walk in front of his friends, therefore he went and practiced a few times before even suggesting going skating together.

Being so small on the ice around people much bigger than you is dangerous, so after a while of skating in the general area Riz swapped over to the smallfolk section. Much safer. There's a lot more kids in this section so he doesnt feel quite as self consious about still learning, though he's doing pretty well by the end of it all.

[meryldian]

Hi, i'm loving your work, you're so talented. I was wondering if you could do an arguing with the Kaulitz twins (separate) HC please? ❤

I sure can!! Tysm for the request ִ ࣪𖤐

✶ Arguing with the Kaulitz Twins ✶

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★ Bill Kaulitz ★

Let’s start softly

This may have been said many, many, many times but it’s true. You guys rarely fight, but! When it comes to little arguments over some petty topics I’m afraid it’s the opposite.

It never lasts long.

You accidentally pulled a loose thread on his silk shirt? He’s going to pout about it for the next thirty minutes

You stepped on him? He will dramatically say you’re plotting against him

Missed a chord on stage? Oh he will be genuinely annoyed for a little while

When it comes to serious arguments though, you need something big to anger him so badly.

It would start just like your usual bickering. Making petty remarks at each other and someetimes avoiding the main issue.

Once his face drops and he goes completely serious you know it's about to go down.

Bill can be very pigheaded so he will stick to his point no matter what. He likes being right just as he likes being in control.

He's the type to speak really fast and cut your word because he feels the need to explain himself.

Is very consious of what he says though, he will never say something hurtful that he doesn't mean.

It's a different story if he actually means it. He's brutally honest and if you did something bad he will tell you without sugarcoating it, even if it can come across as rude.

Bill can take a lot in but there's always a point where he breaks, it's normal.

Look he's not a rude person at all, but he's not one to let things slide either.

A flaw of his is that he may say a hundred things at once and expect you to listen through but there's times when one of your first replies will make him cry or freak out right away. Ofc not always but it's one of the things Bill would need to work on.

He is not that aggressive but is VERY defensive.

Bill doesn't like conflict though, this is really a worst case scenario where something comes up and you guys need to argue it out.

Friendly reminder that it is necessary in relationships to argue from time to time as long as it stays healthy.

If the argument gets too heated Bill prefers that you both part ways for a couple hours to cool down. Then you discuss again after re-arranging your thoughts.

At the end of the day he never meant wrong, he just wants to fix whatever came up.

Bill would feel terrible after you fight. He genuinely fears you’ll leave him or start hating him.

Would not apologize instantly because his pride plays a big game, but give it some minutes or an hour; worst case a day and he will come back sobbing and asking for your forgiveness, expressing how much he loves you and how he never meant to fight.

You’re the type to be angry at each other but still cuddle at night.

Hug him and tell him he's valid please.

☆ Tom Kaulitz ☆

Tom, Tom, Tom

Believe it or not, Tom becomes quite submissive when he's very emphatuated with someone.

He really is at your mercy.

Yet it doesn't change the fact that he's a bit of a hot-head and just like Bill, he likes when he's right.

Let's not forget Tom was a bit of a punk activist growing up. You get what I mean when I say that be likes to get his point across. (Y'all need to read Bill's book if you speak/understand german it's a GEM. There's also a girl narrating some of it in spanish on YT :)

Unfortunately, arguments do happen often. Sometimes it’s really nothing but other times it can get pretty ugly.

When you guys are mad at each other everyone knows that it's better to leave you be because it will get loud.

Your fights range from small discussions that you have often to actual screaming matches when it gets bad.

It's inevitable for the both of you to raise your voices as each other in these cases.

The reasons may vary. It can be miscommunication, ESPECIALLY in 2006-8 when you were still young teens experiencing the world of fame.

Jealousy, for sure. I can see Tom being skilled enough at hiding it but he’s very possessive still.

And well, it’s still Tom. Again if you focus on his earlier years of fame the amount of girls throwing themselves at him can definitely be a cause of conflict.

Unless you’re very chill about it.

There’s definitely still possessiveness on Tom’s side.

I feel like neither of you would really know how to process the frustration.

A little thing to take into consideration is that you’d be the couple that argues, yell that you hate each other and then 10 minutes later you’ll be back to normal and never speak of it again.

Which you need to work on.

It’s because of this very reason that some of your fighting topics can be repetitive.

From what the twins have confessed, they could get pretty aggressive with their surroundings.

Tom would never, NEVER, raise a hand at you. No need to worry.

But the items around him can’t say the same.

He’s the kind of person that feels the anger in him build up physically and needs some release. When he’s fuming, in the worst of scenarios some tables would be kicked or some object would fly around. Just never at you.

This habit does get worked on throughout time though, he matures and grows.

The only physical fight that would ever go down is a pillow fight. Or play fights. Or in bed. But that’s another story.

A bit similar to Bill, Tom needs some time to cool off, just does it more impulsively.

He would walk out sometimes because it’s far too overwhelming.

Makeup sex is a big thing in your relationship.

Tom would love to express himself better and talk things through he simply needs help doing it.

Maybe you’re the help he needs.

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Chapter 11

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: slight mentions of unhealthy eating habits

Words: 3435

Taglist: @thelilbutifulthings @ilovemoneymorethenmen @singukieee @cherrysainttt @felicityroth @mageprincess7 @lucis-noctiana @danielle143 @osakis-gf @girl-nahh @vintageoldfashion @neverthefirstchoice @juju-227592 @silentreadersthings @i-have-no-life-charlie @everyonehatesshani @iamkookiesforyou @dragons-flare @fangirl125reader

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With the night continuing on calmly for a while, snow eventually started falling rapidly. The storm, more like a blizzard started around midnight. And after a while hail started to fall too.

The soft pattering sound turned into much louder and harsher booms, eventually waking you up. 

With your eyes fluttering open, you sighed out tiredly before curling up closer into yourself. Hugging the hoodie to your chest, you started to feel more and more consious about the loudness around you. 

It sounded harsh to your ears, like hundreds of fireworks going off at the same time, and when light flashed behind the curtains you were more than definitely freaked out now.

You were still very tired, woken up so suddenly you didn't understand well what was happening. Your sleepy brain wasn't able to comprehend the harsh weather. Only noting of the noise you felt your breathing quicken.

Throwing the blanket back, you stumbled out of the bed, almost falling before you were quick to scurry towards the doors of your room. 

Just as you were about to pull them open, loud boom sounded out, and with that the thunder started. The snow continued, hail still falling as you yelped out startled. 

Rushing out through the entrance you were standing in the now fully dark corridor, whining, you were terrified. Not being able to remember any of the rooms, you blindly rushed towards the first ones in sight.

Not bothering with knocking, you knew that the men were most likely dead asleep, they wouldn't likely wake up. So, with the tears starting to stream down you face you stumbled into the dark room. 

You couldn't see much, your eyes still not adjusted to the darkness and so you walked blindly, your now loud sobs filling the room. The man woke up immediately after hearing those, sitting up quickly in bed before he rushed towards you. 

Your shaking figure looked so small in the odd lights of the lightingbolts, your shoulders moving up and down virgously with your cries.

Taking a hold of your cheeks the alpha looked in your eyes, bending down to be in eye level with you. His eyes were soft and concerned, looking back towards the entrance he pulled you to his chest. 

„Sweetheart? Pup, what's wrong? Tell alpha baby 'mega.” Namjoon's voice was rough from sleep but he still made effort to soften it up for your ears. You were startled enough already. 

You didn't get to even try to answer before another loud boom sounded around you. It rumbled and growled and you were just getting more and more stressed out. 

Whimpering at the thunder, you moved to cling to his body, your arms stretching upwards to grib his soft cotton t-shirt he wore to sleep. Understanding the problem, he furrowed his eyebrows.

„Oh baby... I know, it's scary. Come here, come to alpha sweet cub. Let alpha hold you, it's okay.” whimpering into Namjoon's neck you sniffled. 

Picking you up under your thighs, he helped guide your legs around his waist, lightly patting you at your hips in a comforting pattern. He didn't expect it to be so loud himself, the city must be right in the middle of the storm...

The digital alarm clock he had placed on the bedside table showed 1:10, sighing out he smiled softly at you, cradling you closer to his warm chest. 

He knew well that it was usual for the lowest ranking second genders to get scared with loud noises and with the flashing lights added, he wasn't shocked by your reaction at all. 

Pushing your head gently to his neck he allowed you to snuggle closer to himself, and after turning on the big standing lamp that he had placed close to his bed, warm light enfulged the room. 

Walking around with you through the room for a few minutes, he watched gently as you settled down more and more. With every passing second you melted into his body a bit more, making him smile softly at you. 

He was very tired still, gone to bed only about two or so hours ago after making his final round through all the rooms occupied by his packmates, and now you too. It felt normal for him to check in on everyone before going to bed, making sure that everything was okay.

Sometimes, one of them would wake up, earlier when they just became a pack it would startle them a little, especially the youngest Kookie, but now that they grew used to it, they didn't mind at all.

Carresing your back, Namjoon took a seat on his bed again, adjusting the covers so he could sit just on the mattress, he smiled at you. 

Your arms hooked around his neck you fisted the back of his shirt tightly, sitting on his lap with your legs around his waist, slinged over the bed. 

The pack alpha wore a comfortable pair of sweats and a basic black t-shirt that loosely hung on his body. Breathing in his scent you were calmer than before, only a few occasional sniffles coming from you when the loud thunder hit. 

When such happened, Joon was quick to pull you closer to him, if that was even possible, cradling you softly and swaying from side to side.

„Hush sweet pup, don't cry sweetheart. It's alright, alpha is here. You are safe small baby...” 

And so after a few minutes of doing a great job at settling you down, he hooked one arm around you while he crawled back into the bed, throwing the duvet over the both of you. 

Sliding down so he layed back on the pillows again, he smiled at you with his dimples showing. Resting on top of his chest, you placed your head near his neck again, resting just at the place where his collarbone met the pectoralis. 

Running his fingers through your hair for a few minutes, he patted your head softly, occasionally rubbing his nose over the top of it, scenting you slightly. 

When your eyes grew tired again, it has been about thirty minutes later since the storm started. The hail has stopped by now, only the snowflakes were falling, the strong wind carrying them around in waves. 

Namjoon payed his full attention to you the whole time, even if he was tired himself, the packalpha subtled up his yawns as much as possible. 

Stretching his arm to turn of the lights he tried to be as sneaky as possible, not wanting you to get startled again from your soft and sleepy state. 

Your eyes has already been closed for a few minutes now, resting over where his heart was beating. You were holding his arm with one hand and the hoodie Hobi gave you in the other, closely tucked to your face.

With the lights off, the room was once again dark. Namjoon rested his head back, also closed his eyes. Only occasionally rubbing your head, he pulled the covers close to your face, tucking them around your sides.

With his arms around you, he too fell asleep.

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The sun hadn't gone up when the alarm clock Joon had set up went off. It was winter, and while he loved the snow to a certain extent, waking up while it was still dark out just didn't do it for him.

It reminded him of the times he had to get up early to catch the flights that were still so uncomfortably booked in his earlier debut days.

Furrowing his brows, he turned it off without opening his eyes, breathing in the sweet scent covering everything around him.

Remembering what went down during the early night, he sighed softly. You were still calmly resting over him, breathing out in a slow pattern.

None of the sounds or motions woke you up, but since he had to get ready and still finish up some stuff he didn't get around to doing last night, he had to get up.

Shushing you at your whines, he sat up, gently placing you on the mattress where he had earlier fallen asleep with you, the spot still warmed up.

You only whimpered at the loss of his scent, but when he pushed a pillow heavily scented from sleeping on it so often into your arms, you just went on with your peaceful slumber.

Watching you settle back down, the packalpha rubbed at his eyes, unplugged his phone from the charger, and checked the time. It was only 6:02, so you still had time to sleep a little more.

He was glad you could; knowing how tired you probably still were, you deserved all the rest you could possibly get. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed out before going to shower with a chosen outfit in hand, you still calmly sleeping in his bed.

The next to wake up was Jin; only a few minutes after the packalpha, he too heard his phone alarm go off. They had thick soundproof walls, so any loud alarms wouldn't really go through. It was a great thing; no one would get disturbed this way.

After getting ready for the upcoming day himself, he climbed down the stairs slowly, yawning. Putting the water on the boil, he started to get breakfast ready for his pack.

Firstly, Jin started to prepare the rice, scooping it into a large metal bowl, where he then rinsed it until the water turned clear. Putting it in the rice cooker they had, he added carefully measured water as instructed. Turning it on, he went on to prepare the soup and side dishes for today.

The alpha already started the soup yesterday since it had a longer prep time. After taking you to Hoseok, he first started by soaking the short ribs, drawing out some blood.

After the thirty-minute timer went off, he was quick to blanch them in boiling water, removing all the remaining blood and some of the fat too.

After boiling the meat for a little bit, he added sliced radish, onions, garlic, and a little bit of ginger too, being mindful not to make it spicy for you.

Seasoning it with salt and soy sauce, he brought the soup to a boil for a longer period of time until the meat turned tender, just in time before he too went to bed.

Now all he had to do was prepare the soup to be served. Carrying the big pot to the stove, he stirred it occasionally until it was brought to a boil. Tasting it and seasoning it to taste, Jin added dangmyeon, letting it boil for only a few minutes before he turned the stove off.

Meanwhile, he cut some of the radish into bite-size pieces before boiling the soup again, making sure it would soften up a bit so it wouldn't be hard to bite into.

With Namjoon walking down the stairs, he greeted him calmly, already pouring him a bowl. The rice was resting for only a short while, but the packalpha never minded, so he served him a big bowl of the steaming white.

„Pup came to me last night. The storm woke her up.” He sighed tiredly, digging in. Looking back at him, Jin felt worry creep up on him.

„Poor thing. She must have been terrified.” Looking out from the window near the kitchen, it was still dark. By now, only a few snowflakes have been falling, but the snow must have grown a good few centimetres over the night.

„She was. But it's alright, she is asleep in my room now.” Nodding at that, Jin prepared himself and the other alpha a cup of coffee. They had a long day ahead.

Also helping himself to some breakfast, more and more of the packmates started to trickle in with the passing time.

With Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok already munching on the rice and soup with the few side dishes, Jin cleaning around a bit and Namjoon reading over news on a tablet, the morning was going peacefully. Rubbing his face the packalpha noticed the time.

„I'll go wake Y/N up...” He murmured, getting up. After mentioning your name he had many eyes settled on him already, interested.

Going to call out about also going, Jin was fast to calm the ecstatic alpha down. „Taehyung-ah, come help me with the trash, we still have to take the bins out before the garbage truck comes.”

Looking over at his elder with his lips opened up a bit, ready to cry out his pack alpha's name, he nodded defeated. There would be next time, he supposed.

Walking up the stairs slowly, Namjoon wanted to prolong your sleep for as long as possible. Going into your room, he looked around for your clothes you chose yesterday for your upcoming day.

Shuffling around he pulled the neatly folded clothes from the plastic bag, he also took your hairbrush and other toiletries you took with yourself, left in the bathroom yesterday.

Ruffling up his hair, he softly opened his room doors, looking in before he stepped any further.

You were curled up underneath his grey sheets, your back turned to the doors, the brown jumper and pillow hugged to your chest tightly.

Smiling at you, he walked towards you, taking a seat at the foot of the bed before he gently rubber over your covered shoulder.

„Baby cub, wake up... Come on pup, it's time to get up now.” moving around a little the alpha chuckled at you. It was still dark out, even if it was only a bit before 7 in the morning.

„I know sweetheart. Come here, baby.” uncovering your shoulders, you were met with harsh cold air, whining softly at it, curling up into yourself more. The packalpha was quick to shush you, sneaking his hands under your arms before he pulled you up to sit up.

With your eyes open only a little bit, you watched with blurry vision as Namjoon ran his fingers through your hair, taming it down for you.

After a few minutes you were gently coaxed awake, and after letting you change into your outfit in the bathroom, the packalpha patted the bed again, right infront of where he was sitting.

With a hairbrush in hand, he gently brushed through your locks, letting your hair be down for today. He wouldn't be able to do much else anyways, only maybe tie a ponytail for you.

You would have to ask someone much more clever like Yoongi or Jin to make you something like frenchbraids.

Smiling at you softly, he lead you to the kitchen again, allowing you to take a seat before he sat down himself again, the now much cooler coffee cup still not empty.

At your presence the now full pack grew more aware, cooing at your still sleepy state. Quick to also prepare you a bowl of soup and rice Jin handed you a spoon. „Your outfit is so cute babycheeks.”

Tae complimented, watching over your reaction. Even if you were still sleepy, your cheeks reacted fast, warming up to a pink shade.

You weren't wearing anything special, only wanting to keep yourself warm from the cold weather outside. Since noone at art schools like yours judged what the other students were wearing too much, you didn't have to worry that bad.

A plush oversized cream coloured jumper you wore suited you well, the dark brown ribbed turleneck peeking through only the smallest bit at the neck and wrists. Opting for a pair of comfortable fitting loose baggy thicker black jeans you looked - and felt - comfortable.

Thanking for the compliment softly, you started to eat the breakfast yourself. It was a comforting food, warming you up from inside quickly. „It's very tasty Jin!” You looked at the alpha, meeting his eyes while smiling. He did so too, his eyes scrunching up a bit.

„Thank you soft peaches. Here, drink up your juice and get ready, we have to be leaving soon. It's gonna be almost 20 in a few minutes...” mumbling, the alpha handed you a glass of juice just like he did a few times before.

Thanking him softly, you finished your breakfast, Jungkook picking up your now mostly empty bowls, looking at how much you ate. Satisfied, knowing you won't be too hungry any time soon, he smiled at you with his bunny like teeth showing.

„Good job babybun.” combing his fingers through your hair, he left to also get ready, still wearing whatever he was sleeping in earlier. Following up in a few seconds, you met Yoongi while walking up the stairs.

„..Kitten slow down baby-! Don't run.” His caring words came to deaf ears as you just nodded abstinently, quickly jumping up the few last stairs.

The alpha was already ready to go, with a backpack slung over his shoulder he had everything he needed on him for the day. Since his own morning coffee was still a bit too hot when he tried to drink it, he left it to cool down while he gone to prepare in his room.

He watched over you as you ran up the few last stairs before he shook his head softly. One day for sure you'll trip if this continues. Sighing out at the thought he slumped down in his seat at the kitchen table, most of the men ready to leave or gone, doing so at the moment.

Quickly brushing your teeth, you used mouthwash that layed on the countertop. After packing up everything you needed for school, you hoped you didn't forget anything. Filling up your water bottle with some water in the tap downstairs, you were gently nudged by the alpha.

„Princess do you want just water? We have some sirups here, let's see... There's raspberry, blueberry and we even have some homemade one from Jin's hyungs uncle's strawberry farm. I'll pour you a glass so you can try, it's tasty.”

Filling up the glass with only enough to cover the bottom, he poured the rest full of filtered through water. Handing it to you, he watched closely how you liked it. It was very good, much better than any store bought ones you ever tried. Nodding at the taste he smiled at you, Jimin's eyes closing up into crescent shapes.

„Good. I'll prepare it into your water bottle, what do you say?” Nodding eagerly, you looked at him. You were more than grateful for their kind gestures.

Closing the lid tightly for you, the alpha helped slid it into your open backpack, only a few things laying around in it. With your phone safely tucked in your pants pocket, you were just about to go to put on your jacket when Jin stopped you.

„Cub, here, I prepared you a lunch box. Eat well alright sweet baby? Do you eat at the cafeteria?” Handing you the steel dosirak case, it felt heavier than any other ones you ever made for yourself.

You would often forget to prepare yourself a good lunch, and with the small spare change you only had you weren't really ever able to afford any food at the cantine. You were used to skipping meals from time to time, sometimes unconsciously doing so.

„Thank you! Um... I usually just eat outside of the building or somewhere close. There is a nice park close by the school.” You mumbled the last bits of the sentence. The alpha didn't have time to reply before Hoseok was already calling for them to get in the car.

Rushing to tie your shoes you allowed the two other alphas to coddle you a little before leaving the house, making sure your boots were tied properly, the scarf knotted well and jacked zipped up all the way to your neck. With Jimin and Jin on either side of you, you watched as the older placed the passcode in, locking the main entrance.

With their heavy coats on, the packmates all filled in the black van, this time driven by their youngest. Pulled to sit in the middle once again, you huddled between Yoongi and Hobi, still a little tired.

The sun has only started to rise up, and so you yawned a little, your backpack placed by Hobi's feet. Rubbing your head gently, the alpha cooed at you. Typing in the address of your school and saving it into starred locations the car GPS system hosted, Kook backed up from the drive way.

And so with Coldplay playing on the music radio system, you let Yoongi nudge your still tired head to his awaiting shoulder. Looking at his face, he quickly avoided your gaze, looking out of the window.

„Rest for a bit kitty. It will take a bit sweet baby. We got you, you'll be okay.”

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I need to go insane for a second cause I was in the middle of writing when I completely mentally sidetracked. (Sorry if someone has already brought this up round here.) Why the heck is Pen even carrying the diamond ring during the last fight with him?

Pen is likely lying about being 'opposed to marriage' because of it's exsistance. I assume it's universally agreed on that the diamond ring was likely to be an engagement ring if it was used. Cause what else would it be, he only drops it if the builder romances him. He likely can't marry due to the mission (maybe a citizenry issue too?).

That ring is not something you can get your hands on in Sandrock, so it's likely imported from somewhere else. Meaning that he ordered it sometime before the invasion. Wether it was direct, through the Mysterious Man, or other method, does not matter. The obtaining of it was likely a consious desion.

Why does he have the ring on him post first jailing?

Maybe because he spends it blaming everything on Miguel, he thinks he might get away with it all still. That there's still a possibity that it all works out and he's not seen as the bad guy. That the builder still believes in him. But that all comes crashing with the invasion.

Why does he have it on him during the invasion?

The invasion happened due to interception of the frequency. When you get up to the Starship ruins, they are trying to quickly extract the engines and leave. The Duvos group might have been nearly finished with the mission when the interception happened, so had to quickly speed up the main part due to it.

So, if the interference never happened, does that mean Pen was planning on proposing as the mission completed and see if the builder would come back with him to Duvos? If the builder says no, then oh well, he tried. Mission's complete so time to head home either or.

After that, why is he still carrying it when he's up in the ruins?

Maybe he forgot about it, carrying it around on accident.

Could be a sentimental thing, which doesn't really sound like a Pen thing.

So... Maybe he planed on quickly going down to Sandrock to ask once the soldiers are due to leave. Since communications are down, someone would have to go and give the order manually. That would give the opportunity to ask while there was still time.

He's hoping that the unlikely possibility happens. That the builder changes sides at the last possible moment. That he can have both.

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Their Love Language

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Imagine: What is their love lanuage?

Warnings: none

Note: did I miss a character you like? Feel free to request for me to do a part 2 for your favourites

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Arthur Morgan

Giving Gifts

I've said it before and I'll say it again, this man loves giving any kind of gift to those he cares for. Whether it's a simple pebble he thought looked nice or the latest pocketwatch, just to be able to see the bright smile on your face when you receive these gifts is enough for him. This man is such a giver, anything he sees he'll grab just so you can give it to you and tell you that he thought of you. You have a "little" collection of all the stuff that Arthur has gotten you; pretty rocks, feathers, cigarette cars, shiny coins, etc. The list never ends. Anything that lets him see that beautiful smile on your face is enough for him.

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Dutch Van Der Linde

Physical Touch

It's no secret that Dutch is a hands-on kind of guy, I mean hell he'll praise the ground you walk on in front of everyone, zero shame. Is the camp partying after a successful job? Sure as hell he's got an arm around your waist, maybe a kiss on your neck or two. He will happily swing you around in his arms in camp to his gramophone, anything that allows him to be physically connected to you is perfect for Dutch. His favourite though is early mornings in his cot with you curled up in his chest, your arm draped over his chest as he gets to pick up your wrist and leave a small kiss to it.

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Hosea Matthews

Quality Time

Hosea isn't a material kind of guy, he doesn't want gifts or anything like that. A simple horse ride with you is enough for him, he likes just being in your prescense. He's a simple guy, anything that allows it just be you and him is just perfect. Whether it be going to a nice viewing spot so he can read to you while you lay your head on his lap or fishing at sunrise with him. He enjoy spending time with you, even if its in complete silence and you two aren't doing anything, just the fact he gets to enjoy your company is enough to make him feel like a young man again.

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John Marston

Acts Of Service

I'm gonna be blunt, John isn't the most romantic guy alive. He'll put an effort sure but don't be surprised if he's not exactly prince charming. He does his best to be your dream man even when he feels like he's lacking so he's started taking up your chores around camp and asking if you had anything you needed or done. You didn't think much of it at first, you thought he was just doing a nice thing for you until you realised this was how he was showing his love for you. Don't get me wrong, John will do his best to be romantic physically don't worry, but he also enjoys getting to see you relax after a hard day not having to focus on any of your chores because he's already done them all for you

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Javier Escuella

Quality Time

Javier is much like Hosea when it comes to showing his love and care for you, he doesn't want anything physical. I mean if you get him gifts and stuff, he's not gonna turn his nose up at it but he's more just enjoying you being there with him. Especially when he gets to play his guitar just for you? Oh the man will just melt. He has songs that he wrote that only you will ever hear, it's all the more romantic when he finds you humming one of them to yourself while you're doing your chores around camp. He enjoys being around his hermosa more than anything else in the world

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Charles Smith

Words Of Affirmation

Sure Charles is a very private guy, it's not that he's embaressed about you; far from it, he's absolutely infatuated with you! When it's just you two, he'll shower you in compliments and words of affections when he dots your skin in kisses. If you ever feel self consious, he's the first to be on his knees complimenting and pointing out every little thing that he loves about you, how your blessed by the great spirit itself. Charles isn't exactly the same way in front of the rest of the camp (unless it's Arthur), he'll compliment you but he won't be as gushy, mainly just to avoid either of you getting teased or rude comments towards you by people like Micah who aren't exactly the most native respecting people.

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Sadie Adler

Acts Of Service

We all know that Sadie is a blunt woman as well as not exactly hands on with people. Sure if you just need to be held, she's happy to provide her arms as your support but she won't just randomly grab onto you. Not that she doesn't love you, she loves you more than anything but she's just not like that you know? Instead much like John, she'll start taking up jobs for you. She most likely won't be doing your chores around camp since she believes those should be shared between you two but if you just need someone to vent to than she'll sit down and let you vent, scream, cry, anything you need. If you're too shy to go order a drink for example, she'll step up and get you a drink (not that you're paying because she refuses to let you ever pay for anything)

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Sean MacGuire

Physical Touch

If he can have his hands on you he will. Especially around camp just to rub it in everyone's faces, he loves to show you off and will be your official hype man. His favourite thing is having you in his lap while he drinks and chats with his friends, placing a kiss every now and again to your shoulder. No one in camp is really tired of it, hey it gets Sean off of their backs since he's always following you around like a little puppy who got lost, your hand almost always in his. He can't sleep anymore unless you're with him, so if he's off on a long job or you're away from camp for a while, than guess what? Sean isn't sleeping and that's just a fact. He will pout like a child till he can see you again and have you back in his arms.

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Josiah Trelawny

Receiving Gifts

Josiah is gone for many days at a time, you rarely ever know where he is. So when he would be gone on these week long no contact days, you started writing letters with little gifts attached to them such as pressed flowers or a shiny pebble or a card you found that you thought he'd like. You never knew where to send these letters, you just dropped them off at the post office asking if they ever saw Josiah that he was to earn these letters. You never knew exactly how he ever got these letters but everytime he returned, he had your gifts with him. He carried most of them around on his horse Silver Dollar along with a photo of you two, just as a reminder what he would be returning to when he came back to the camp.

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Bill Williamson

Physical Touch

Bill is a big guy, so even if you're a big person, he will still love to crush you in his arms. He loves how he can just envelope you regardless of your size, plus he loves how safe he can make you feel in his arms. Nothing can get you while he's around, he won't ever let anything happen to you. He most likely won't do anything in front of other members of the gang because he's just more of a private guy. When it's just you and him though? He'll pick you up, he'll be loving up on you in his arms, anything that allows him to make you feel safe and loved in his hold.

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[nardos-primetime]

There's so many different ideas I have for a Leo and Donnie Fusion bc of LED. Like none of them rlly fit him canonically, but the various concepts could be such interesting fics, like.

Leo and Donnie having to use their ninpo so close to each other during a stressful situation and it backfires in a way and they wake up confused in one body.

Leo and Donnie arguing in Donnie's lab while he's working on some shit and Leo gets a little heated and shoves Donnie just a little but it breaks something or they're in the line of fire of something that sets off and now Donnie has no clue how to undo it and they're still pissed so they're trying to desperately coordinate themselves.

A Fusion who for whatever reason is ran off after fusing and has somewhat of his own consious while Leo and Donnie argue over his shoulders half of the time. He's just depressed and carrying out any vigilante justice he can, so he doesn't feel like he's letting Mikey and Raph down while they try and fix their situation.

Fusing to save one of their lives in the doomed timeline or something but it goes wrong, resulting in a fusion who knows its about to die any day soon but using the infection in his own body as a way to test and hopefully find a cure before he can't go on anymore while also acting as brave of a leader he can.

Alternatively a Fusion that dies in a similar situation as the last immediately, resulting in Mikey and Raph having lost two brothers instead of one and having to watch as their shared, half-and-half body is used against the same people they wanted to protect.

Also badass Fusion directly in the midst of battle whole Raph and Mikey are somehow out for the count, yes PLEASE? Donnie's bo staff with a spear from Leo's sword at the end? Mixing their ninpo? Whoever the fuck messed with their family is DEAD on the spot this man has guns and teleportation.

Fic of Raph and Mikey having to get used to a Fusion of Leo and Donnie, Leo and Donnie also having to get used to themselves. It's a little awkward but sweet overall.

A Fusion of them having a Leo breakdown or a Donnie breakdown and from the first time they're actually feeling how the other feels and hearing what the other hears and they finally are put in each others' shoes and do their best to calm the other down.

There are SO many possibilities its SO COOL more fusions PLEASE PLEASE PLEAASE I'm gonna make like 5 different Fusion designs for different stories because I just love coming at the same concept from different angles it's FUNNN

[icarusredwings]

Baby talk 2/2

Trying something new. Be kind (take 2)

A very little wade fic

Ft. Wo-wo, Mama, and 'essy

For @sirwadewilsonfromimgur because apparently people like my brain

"Logan? It's a bit late, what's wrong?" The voice asks over the phone. He wasn't sure why he called her. Why he called Jean. But he felt like she might know what to do.

"Yeah.. sorry, i-.. It's nothing.. I'll go if you're busy - I just.." he mumbles, phone in his shoulder as he begins boiling some water for the pasta.

"Logan... tell me." She says, in a way of someone who knows he won't tell her if he feels like he's bothering her.

"So, I'm... er.." He turns to see Wade laying in his pile of stuffies, watching the movie with large eyes and a curious o shaped mouth. Right now, they were at the part where she was singing in her secret cave, Wade's eyes glued to the screen in awe, as if he hadn't seen this movie 40 times already. "Babysitting... and I don't really know what to do?"

"Oh.. okay. Well how old are they?"

"Young. Really young. Barely talks." He says, trying not to sound nervous out of his mind as he preps the chicken to be cooked.

"That can be as young as 12 months. Are they potty trained?" She asks, trying to help best she could over the phone. Not like Logan would ever let them see him like this anyway.

"God I fucking hope so." Is all he can awnser with a big sigh. "I don't know, I just.. it's so much different then the kids at school."

Chuckling, he could feel that 'well no duh' look in her eyes and that smug smile. "Well, I would hope that 12 month olds are different than 12 year olds. That's 12:1, Logan." She says, and he grunts, nodding.

"Yeah, yeah, I just.. you read parenting books, right? What do they like? Babys, I mean."

Instantly Wade turns, Giving him a small glare and a pount. "MmMmh.."

"My bad, kids this little." He didn't need to understand the whines to know exactly what he was saying.

'I'm not a baby' He always said that.. man.. Wade not talking felt so weird, and it freaked him out, getting to the point he would subconsiously check to make sure he was still consious and that he COULD talk if wanted, but he didn't.

Wade was just quiet today. Al must think it's a blessing but to Logan? This was a nightmare.

"I do" She laughs again, giggling. "Why? Are they misbehaving?"

"Well... No.. but i'm afraid I might..." He mutters, blowing his cover at pretending not to be anxious about this entire thing.

"Mama?" He hears, indirectly awnsering. "No bub. Not your mama."

The woman giggles again from the side conversation. "I'm sure you'll be fine. Do you want me to-"

"NO!!" He screams, watching as Al got spooked, drawing her pistol on Wade, and for once, she had a good shot. "Get off of me!!"

"Well, jeez Logan, you could have just -"

"Sorry! I have to go!!"

Beep.

"Logan??.. He hung up on me." Jean says, miles away. Logan just knows it.

"Althea! It's Wade!! It's just Wade!!" He shouts, quickly coming over to take the gun from her. "He's just.. really little right now. God damn kid, are you tryna die!?" He yells at him, seeing him only try to curl up more into the woman, tearing up.

"Althea, why don't you go sleep in the room, okay?"

The older woman grumbles, shifting. "Baby you can't lay on me like that. You're too big." She says, much calmer now as Logan pulled Wade off of her and set him back on the floor.

"You're too big for that, kid, you're gonna hurt her!" He tells him, only making Wade feel worse.

"..mama?"

"No! No mama. She dosn't feel good and-"

"Logan. Enough. I can take care of myself." She mutters, groaning as she got up.

".. Mama?" Wade says again, his mind very one tracked at the moment. He knew three things. That he wanted held. He liked Mama. And he didn't know why he was so upset with him. Did he hurt her? Was she okay? Wade wished he could ask, but no words seemed to come out when he tried.

"Hi, Honey, Mama's gonna go take a nap. Behave. Both of you." The old woman mumbles, cupping his face and giving him a kiss on the head, stumbling towards the room. "Wake me up when dinner's ready."

"Yes ma'am.." Logan mutters, glancing down at Wade, watching as he wiped his tears, pulling Fluffy and his legs into his chest, sniffling.

Swallowing, he wasn't even sure if he would understand if he apologized, but he needed to anyway. "Hey.. I'm sorry for yelling at you.. I thought... I thought that.." He rubs his hand into his face with an embaressed grumble. "..Honestly, I don't know what I was thinking. You can't even.. well, no, that's not right. It still would hurt, and I guess I just didn't want Mama to hurt you and- "

Wade wasn't even looking at him. He was staring at the Tv, curled up, and didn't seem to be litsening.

Sighing heavily, he looked at the gun in his hand, deciding he should put it up. It wasn't something he should have down with Althea not feeling the greatest and Wade not even being able to put together sentences.

Walking away, he puts it in the closet, making sure to lock it like it was supposed to. God, there were so many weapons in here. It wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that these guns weren't just for hunting or a hobby. No one had this much ammo when owning a gun collection that was "just for show."

Making his way to the kitchen, he stirred the boiling noodles, dumping them in the colander.

"Wo-wo?... wo-wo!"

"Woah woah?" He asks himself, looking up to see Wade pointing at the tv. Prince Eric had picked up Ariel and was now twirling her while smiling.

"Wo- wo?"

Tilting his head, he thought that perhaps this was cool to Wade. "Yeah, Wow buddy. That's amazing." He says but Wade gave him a dirty look. One that usually was his 'Bitch? Thats not what I said' squish of his non existing brows.

"Wo-wo. Ups?"

"Ups?"

"Wo-wo, Ups?" He grins, putting his hands up as he did the grabby motions again.

Oh. That made more sense. "You want me to do that to you?"

Wade nods, crawling about two feet before doing the hands again.

"Mmh... okay, but just once. And then I have to cook. Deal?"

Putting the butter in the pan, he came to pick him up, raising him up. The small squeal and the wide, sparkly eyes said all that Logan needed to know. When put back down, Wade claps.

"Yaay!"

Logan couldn't help but smirk. Really? That's all he wanted? "Heh.. yeah.. Yay." Was it that simple? This.. easy??

Vanessa made it sound so much more complicated when she talked about it. But then again.. I guess Vanessa wasn't as strong as him either, so it must have been difficult for her to hold him. The idea of her holding a 6'2 man on her hip made him snort.

She was strong, obviously, most dancers had to be, but dancers were lean and nimble as well. Logan was much more on the heavier side, so it was far easier for him.

"More?"

"More ups?" He asks, despite seeing his hands reach up. It wasn't the fact that he didn't know. Rather, he wanted confirmation.

"Wo-wo, Ups!" He smiles, excited and happy to be given the attention.

"Ok, ok, but last time, alright?" With another nod, Logan picks him up again. This time, Wade wraps his arms around him tight, nuzzling him again.

Sighing, Logan rubs his back, letting his chin go to the top of his head. "I can't hold you forever, you know... I have stuff to do.." he mumbles, bouncing just a bit in his knees, keeping his arm under his bottom so he didn't drop him.

"You're a good kid, Wade but I really do have to cook."

The whine that comes out of Wade is desperate for attention, lonely even. As if he just told Wade he was leaving and never coming back ever again.

"I come."

"No, sweetheart.. you'll get burned." The bouncing stops as he tries to set Wade down but he holds onto him like a kitten whos afraid of being dropped too far.

"Come on, let go. You'll be okay in here. See look. She's using a fork as a comb. Isn't that funny?" Logan says, trying to distract him enough to stay put. Vanessa wasn't kidding about the wanting held part. He was quite literally clinging to him like his life depended on it.

"Alright, get off. Here- do you want this? Take it." Putting him down, he took his hoodie off with him, letting him hold it as he stood. "There. Now stay. Im trying to make you some noodles, bub."

Finally getting to walk away, the look on his face hurt his chest.. just a bit anyway. The way he watched him go with such sad eyes and clutching the hoodie close to him. As if he was abandoning him.

Eh. He'd be fine. He could still see him in the kitchen so there wasn't really any reason to worry.

In said small kitchen, Logan put together the sauce, butter, and some seasonings, starting to stir it when he glanced towards the tv, doing a double take because Wade was missing.

"Wade?" He says, only to be met with him tugging on his jeans. The sight was something he wasn't prepared for, Wade put his hoodie on, and it was too big for him by at least two sizes. "Wo-wo!"

"Woah woah huh... wait, is that me?" He asks, tilting his head. "It's an L, bud. L" he made the L noise for him. "Lo-Lo."

"Wo-wo."

His eyes roll. "What ever. Come on, kid get out of the kitchen. You're gonna burn yourself."

This lasted about 2 seconds before Wade came back in. "Ups?"

At this point, dinner was practically done. Now, just have to finish it up and serve. "Fine... but don't touch anything."

"Yaaay!!" He claps, reaching up only to get scooped up and put on his hip, holding him with one arm, the other stiring.

"Yeah... yay.. fuckin' brat.." Wade was always getting what he wanted.

Wade giggles, holding his neck and once again snuggling up to him.

"Yeah, yeah, that's enough. Just be good. Don't touch. Ouches."

"Ow?"

"Yup. Ow."

So now, here was Logan, an almost 400 pound man holding 150 pound 6'2 guy on his hip, stiring and plating dinner. With his head on his shoulder, Wade calmed down immensely from being carried, just watching what Logan was doing and silent.

Dipping his finger into the sauce, Logan held it up. "Do you like this?"

Taking the finger in his mouth, Wade immediately made a 'mmmh' noise, nodding.

"Good. Do you want it on the side or on top of your noodles?"

" 'op."

" 'kay." Putting the sauce on top, he began to make Als.

" 'essy?"

"Huh?" He asks, not sure.

" 'essy??" Wade points to the plate.

"No. Mama's."

"Mama?"

"Mhm. Wo- wo's." Logan points to his own.

"Ooooh! Yummies."

"Yup.. Yummies..." he says, only to become embarrassed, face heating up as he grunts. Man... damn this baby talk..

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A little later, after dinner, Wade came out of the room, looking almost ashamed, wearing Logan's x-men athletics department hoodie, the back saying 'HOWLETT' in big letters.

He was playing with his hands as he came to him. "Hey.."

Glancing away from the Tv, Logan was a bit confused, Not now sure if he was still small or not. "Hey?"

"I-.. im sorry.. for.. ealier. I know you don't like that stuff. I don't really.. know.." It seemed the farther he got into the apology, the tighter his voice got, his eyes becoming glossy.

"Hey-hey, stop. Why are you crying? You don't have anything to be sorry about. You're alright. Everything's okay, Wade. Sit." He says, patting next to him, but he just shook his head, rubbing his arm.

"No. I-it's not okay. You didn't ask for that. And you don't like t-taking care of me like that-" he wipes his eyes with the sleeves, clearly feeling bad about being so small infront of him.

"What? No, hold on. I never said that. I'll always take care of you." He says, a little frustrated that he would think differently.

"B-but you-"

"Shut the fuck up and come here."

Swallowing, He hesitantly sat on his lap, letting Logan pull him close and kiss the tears from his eyes. "Don't you ever say that shit again, you hear me? If I didn't want to take care of you, I would have left a long time ago. It was just.. odd at first. Because I've never seen it before. That's all. Just because something is new doesn't mean it's bad. You taught me that, idiot."

Sniffling, he shifts to nuzzle up under his chin again, curling up to be as small as possible, letting the man hold him in his arms. "I-i don't.." he heaves.

Logan is patiant, holding his cheek and rubbing his breath. "Shh.."

"I-i don't even know why I did that. I just.. it just happened." He whispers.

"That's alright. You don't have to know everything... a little heads up would be nice though." He mutters, pulling him up more to rub his cheek on him the way he liked.

Sniffling again, he smiles softly. "I'll try.. worst case senerio I just ask you to pick me up."

"Tell ya what. You ask me to pick you up and I will. Just... not during missions. I don't wanna have to slice a fucker in half because he shot you when you're small."

Wade giggles, his heart rate finally settling down as he listened to Logan's. "No promises.." letting out a big sigh, he let his body relax, taking a few deep breaths, nestling into him, the smell of the hoodie making him tired. "..I love you.. a-And thanks for not letting Al shoot me.."

Logan's eyes widened. He did hear his apology. A soft half lidded smile came to his face, glad that it wasn't for nothing. "I love you too.... cry baby."

"Can you guys shut up? Wheel of fortunes on." Al says, feeling much better that she too has had a nap and a good meal.

Sigh... that was their Althea.. keeping them humble.

The little giggle that came from him and the rythemed breathing following told Logan that he would be stuck in this spot for quite a while. Oh well... He was always up for a good nap.

"...Morons." The old woman says with a hint of fondness in her voice, hearing not one but two sets of snores. It was music to her ears.

[legosreallyarekissable]

analyazing /ranting aboutt ninjago full potential a bit in a deeper level in s1 because im rewatching it. Part 1 : ZANEEEE

So as we know, for someone to get their full potential they must let go of something that's holding them back. Understand something. For Zane, I think it was knowing why he acted "weird". I don't think the show really shows it idk but especially in the 2nd episode, the one where zane is presumed to be ( autistic ) he's stuck our from the others. Zane likely notices how he's 'different' and probaly more self consious about it then we can see, or thinks more about it. I say this because after finding out he was a robot and gaining his memmories, shortly after is when he gets his full potential. Let me go check "You will not hurt my friends! There is nothing that will hold me back. I know who i am!" OK SO 1ST OF ALL as we all know how sweet zane is, the 1st sentence says it all. He was built to protect and he ended up protecting his friends ( SOBBING <3 ) When he had a whole idenity crisis and confusion of his idenity of finding out he was a robot the other 3 was there for him. They accepted him. Which is likely what helped him piece his own charecter to know he is, and who his friends were. 2nd of all, hearing the other two sentences made my stupid mind connect that knowing he was a robot and then the full potential coming was infact, related. IM STUPID OKAY SIGH In summary it was learning why he was different, learning to accept it, and having friends to support his idenity was what caused him to find his true potential. Knowing who he was!! Knowing he was built to protect others may I add must've awoken that potential in him to protect the people closest to him!!!

[detachedfacade]

a few months after she told them who she was, stevie's father called her into the dining room, where her mother was sat, cross legged and stern, a neat pile of medical pamphlets in front of her.

"darling." she said. "we've been thinking about what you said and, well, we want to help you."

stevie recoiled. "I don't need help mom, I'm not sick."

"oh no." her father chimed in. "no not like that, we did some research we talked to the doctor - he told us about surgerys and hormones and -"

"we put money aside for your college fund, stevie. we want you to use it to feel more yourself." her mother added.

"oh." stevie laughed. "really?"

her father patted her on the back. "yeah not like you're ever gonna get into college." he remarked. stevie sighed, of course her father was still a dick to his kid, son or daughter.

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it was a hard conversation, when she first told them. they were the last people in her life that got to know and she knew it would be hard to say aloud. but she couldn't stand pretending anymore, not when she felt so free to be herself around her boyfriend and her best friends.

eddie had been a grounding force, and staying at the munsons trailer for a couple days had meant she had the opportunity to be herself morning til night and it felt so fucking good to not have to pretend that she wasn't sure she could go home without telling her parents

"i think I have to tell them." she told eddie and eddie squeezed her hand and kissed her cheek and said "me and wayne will always be here if you need somewhere to stay after. sorry, worst case scenario of course but..."

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her parents didn't react the way she had imagined. she had imagined an argument, throwing things, telling her to never come back but they just sort if sat there, asked questions, and then walked out of the room. left her feeling lonely and confused.

the weeks following she found it harder and harder to be at home, started to regret telling them in the first place. she felt too self consious to wear her favourite dresses and jewellry but she couldn't go back to hiding in polo tops and 'steve' and so it became easier to just stay with eddie more and more and eventually she stopped going home almost at all. but then, on the rarest of occasions she was at home, her father called her into the dining room

[richievent]

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Sapnap remembers the Community House

That was a normal night in their house, karl was sitting on the couch of the living room looking at the window playing with his rings confortable a little more consious than other days not traveling back in time while sapnap was making the dinner he look at sapnap before sight chosing to try his chance and he request Sapnap attention with his question .

"Do.... do you have a memory you wish to forget Sapnap ?"

The revenette stop his movement before turn to karl a question look in the eyes .

"Why are you asking this " he look at the other in the eyes.

"I don't know I just feel curious you don't have to answere If you don't want to "

"No that alright I... just thinking"

sapnap walk away from the kitchen taking a long look around and he start talking again .

"I some of my memory I wouldn't want to forget that really precious like our date you know but I suppose... I have some that I wish to forget that would... make think more easy... would let me..."

karl just look at him gently waiting for him to continu

"would let you ?"

"Would let me feel less angry and frusted"

Karl look away at the window before looking again at his fiance who seem still frustated and frowning.

"You still are angry about the destrution of the community house ?"

" ... yeah I just wish they let this... but knowing the server I should have know that they would ruin it, this... it's the first building of the server so much memory linked to it ."

Sapnap look fondly lost in some kind of memory a face he don't have easly nowaday a little smile form in karl face because of this.

"How that was ?"

"Peaceful. That was just us we we're running around all day, getting material for Dream.... he like to always update it and we we're fighting all the time george and me this little shit always hidding behind Dream when he was doing wrong, and at night everyone come back and we we're all sleeping together ."

Sapnap continu lost in his throught.

"Far more laught before than now and sometime you know when I close my eyes I see and hear it again those moment of pure bliss we're all was far more easy. When that was just me Dream, George, Callahan, Sam, Alysa and punz but at first they were here for job because they were paid by Dream but we become good friend... I suppose I don't understand how Dream turn out, how george sleep most of the time and can't make difference betwin reality and dream... I haven't seen Callalan since a while... our group isn't here anymore.... I suppose I just feel really nostalgic right now sorry to annoy you ."

Karl smile gently walking to sapnap and hold his hands gently.

"Don't apology please you have done no wrong always happy to hear about you Sap"

Sapnap kiss him and karl kiss back karl is the first to get away and he essite before chosing to ask .

"But why... why you don't want to remember ?"

"That would hurt less."

Karl take a long look to the other .

Sapnap eyes where feeled by a storm of feeling that couldn't be tell by name karl sight understanding that it's time to let go of the conversation.

"So what are we eating ?"