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You don't know me

Eugene Porter x Female!Reader

A/N: I love Eugene and I don't see that much written for him so hoping to find fellow Eugene lovers! Also considering writing a part two for this, and you'll see why

Tags: Mainly fluff but underlying angst, Season 5 (the truth hasn't come out yet), spoilers for Season 5, use of y/n

Word Count: 450

The bookshop was freezing and so much so that y/n was shivering, after failing to go to sleep for so long, she decided to go to the 'common area' they had set up. She thought she would be the only one, but Eugene was there, looking into the tiny fire in the tin can.

"Hey," she said. He looked up surprised anyone else was up.

"Hello, I didn't know anyone else was awake." "Neither did I." She sat beside him, closer than usual. She didn't really notice, most likely because she was cold, but Eugene did. His heart began to beat. She was beautiful, anyone could see that, so whenever she sat near him, he could feel his face heating up and his hands becoming clammy.

"It's cold, couldn't sleep." She said after a few moments of silence, both of them looking into the fire. He didn't respond, he couldn't say why he was awake. The guilt and anxiety as they got closer to DC was consuming him.

"Why don't you sit closer to fire? That way you'll warm up faster." He said.

"I'm comfortable here. Not warm but that tiny bit of fire ain't doing much anyways." She then leaned her head on his shoulder. He froze. Did she pass out? He couldn't move. "Relax, Eugene, I ain't gonna hurt you."

"I'm aware of that. Just worried as we don't know each other that well an-"

"Eugene, I know enough about you."

They sat there for a minute, Eugene still frozen, but now from fear rather than shock - his heart racing for a whole different reason.

"You don't know me." He tried to get up to walk away, but she held his hand, and he looked at his feet. He's clearly upset, tears prickling his eyes.

"It doesn't matter what you've done, you're here now with us. You're one of us, Eugene." She stroked the back of his hand, gently, "We've all done...stuff. Stuff we ain't proud of."

Eugene nodded, but he knew she didn't understand the gravity of his fear. But her, gently stroking his hand calmed him slightly. Her head went back to his shoulder.

"I need to tell you something." Eugene's voice was serious and y/n pricked her head up looking him in the eyes. This made Eugene falter, he couldn't tell her, he wanted to, but he knew he was too cowardly to say. "Nevermind...it's not important."

"Okay," She leaned over to him and kissed his cheek before her head fell down back onto his shoulder. He smiled but it wavered quickly. He knew he would have to say something soon but he just needed to find the right moment.

Maybe a part 2?

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Morgan Jones helping you heal would include...

Morgan has gone through a journey from a deeply traumatised man to a still traumatised by more level headed man. He has strong philosophy and a strong sense of morality. Something you admire greatly about him.

When he found you, you were at Alexandria, like Rick you hadn't quite allowed yourself to settle into Alexandria fully. You had your guard up constantly.

You were drawn to him - not only because of what Rick had said about him but also because of his strong sense of justice and humanity.

Don't be mistaken, at first you thought it was stupid, and even laughed at him. But he persisted.

You ended up spending a lot of time together, through happenstance and maybe a little bit of pursuing on his end.

You opened up to him about Terminus, about the losses you faced on the road, about surviving on nothing. He listened, didn't try to make a message out of it, just listened.

He had been there, he had nothing but empathy for you and you welcomed it. Many people in the group would call you weak or try to make it out to a strength that you survived. Morgan didn't.

Instead, he talked about his past, his clearing, about Eastman. He cried with you.

From that moment on, you didn't feel so weak, you felt stronger, having a shared bond with someone other than your group.

After that, you started to see his philosophy, understand him more than anyone else. The rest of the group are apposed to both of your view points but you don't really care. Like Morgan you become strong in that belief.

He also teaches you how to use a stick to defend yourself.

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Eugene being protective would include...

Eugene is not the strongest or the bravest, but he will do anything he can to protect you.

This surprises most people as it doesn't intially appear that way

But he protects you in ways that may go unnoticed

After everything that went down at Terminus and the Church, you became rather withdrawn, and often don't like to talk to people.

Once you get to Alexandria, people are quick to assume that you want to talk. But he knows better, often steering the conversation away from you or outright telling people he doesn't want to talk.

If there is only a limited amount of food left, he gives his share to you.

Eugene will make things for you, like gadgets or show you how to make things that are useful in order to cheer you up when you're feeling down

He is also protective of you physically. He may not be the best fighter, but he will do everything in order to make sure you safe.

Walkers, people or even an angry rabbit, he'd do his best to fight them off. Often with your help, but he wouldn't dare let you go first.

Overall, he is a cutie who will protect you emotionally and physically.

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Shitty Landlords

Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader

Tags: drinking, flirting, implied smut

A/N: This is unedited, might come back later and edit it but idk :/

Word Count: 638

Summary: You and Billy bond over your shitty landlord as the power goes out for the 4th time that week.

Billy knocked on Apartment 5, hoping she was in, but also not. The power had gone off for the 4th time this week. After the second time, he had gone out and bought a torch so at least he wouldn't have to traverse in the dark or burn hundreds of candles.

He heard some rustling around in the apartment, before she opened the door, and her face looked both relieved and annoyed to see it was Billy.

"I was hoping you were the landlord." She said.

"That shithead ain't coming anywhere near this building."

"True, but a girl's gotta hope." Billy chuckled at that. She moved out of the way, allowing him in. Her apartment was filled with candles - it was kind of romantic he thought, if it wasn't because the landlord had failed to fix the power...again.

He sat down on her couch for the fourth time that week. As neighbours, they had been cordial if not a little flirty...but never a conversation longer than five minutes. The first time the power went out, he went to make sure she was okay. After all, they were the only people living on this floor. He was pretty sure one of the other apartments was been used to grow...illegal substances and the other had been condemned on account of toxic mould.

She brought through two glasses and a bottle of wine. Billy gave her a quizzical look.

"What? You got any other ideas?"

"Fair enough, love." The nickname gave her butterflies in her stomach. She knew that it was just his British tendencies but the way he said, more...intensely. She took a sip of her wine, hoping to calm the heat inside, but it only made it worse.

Billy downed his drink, hoping it would help him not act brashly...he knew it wouldn't work but regardless he downed the whole glass. She laughed at him.

"Bad day, huh?"

"Bad week."

"Yup," She turned towards him, he feet facing him, her skirt riding up, Billy noticed it immediately. "So, what do we do now?"

"Wait until the power comes back on? Cunt's got to do it eventually."

"It took hours last time. This will be the fourth take out I've had this week." They both chuckled, looking back down at their laps. It was rare to see Billy so shy, but she was, in his opinion, way out of his league. Not just looks, but also she was funny and nice, he had a sense of humour but also killed for a living.

"Y'know love, there is something we could do to pass the time." Billy looked at her both seriously and teasingly. She knew what he meant, they had flirted with the line many times. But never had either of them been so bold. Her heart was racing, she had hoped this would happen for a while but thought he would never catch on.

"And what's that?"

"I don't have to answer that now do I, love."

Before, she could say anything, Billy closed the distance between them. He put his hands on either side of her body, before leaning in. She placed a hand on his lips, before he could.

"Does this mean anything, Billy?"

"Maybe, maybe not, love. But I've been thinking about doing this since you moved in." He leaned in, and their lips met. It started slow, both of them unsure. Billy pulled away.

But she grabbed his face and pulled him back in, roughly kissing. His tongue found hers, pushing her back into the couch. His hands began to roam her body, down her sides, her chest, her legs. She moaned into his mouth.

"Should we move this to the bedroom, love?"

"No light in there." She said breathless, as he began kissing her neck.

"Here will do then."

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Daryl being submissive would include...

A/N: MATURE CONTENT Minors do not interact

He is a quiet sub...in that he would never admit that he was. Although, you both totally understand this.

Initially, he would keep quiet about you leading. Choosing to put his feelings aside, as this is the dynamic he thinks you want. But really, you like to be more dominant - even if only softly.

You are soft with him, you're in charge but not in a harsh way, more like a guidance. Also, because he can be really shy sometimes when it comes to intimacy.

Daryl loves blow jobs, and you oblige whenever you get a chance. You love hearing him whine and moan, as you suck on his cock.

He'd return the favour though, going down on you as soon as you say.

He has a praise kink so you better believe he is doing everything to make you feel good. Every time you call him a good boy or say how good he is doing, he just goes harder until you cum.

Riding him? Hell yes. It's your favourite position, but sometimes, he 'd want to be on top, so he can prove how good he can be for you.

But if we are been real, he loves you on top, going agonisingly slow at first, slowly building faster, only to stop. He'd whine at you, begging to go faster.

Afterwards, he would be snuggled into your neck, as you lace you fingers in his hair. He'd leave gentle kisses on your neck, as you'd tell him how good he is.

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Teaching Eugene to defend himself would include...

Let's be honest...Eugene is not made for the apocalypse. He can't shoot, he's scared, and he is constantly protected by Abraham.

But after his secret comes out, and the mission is called off, nobody is protecting him anymore. Nobody but you.

Even though, you'd be pissed at him, you'd try to be understanding. Eventually forgiving him, after all you've been through but it wouldn't happen till you were safe in Alexandria.

After that, you would help him learn to defend himself, mainly how to shoot and how to use a hand weapon.

He'd be useless at first, considering he knows the inner workings of a gun, he'd still not understand that guns have recoil and if you let it move you, the bullet will not go where you want it to go.

Hand to hand was even worse. He was sloppy, and his had barely enough strength to stab a walker through the skull.

But after a bit of encouragement, he would start to get it. He would start to be less afraid, realising that they are less scary then he originally thought.

He would thank you, mainly for not giving up on him. Also, because everyone expected him to learn but no one wanted to teach him.

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TWD Imagines - How they’d react to you wearing their jacket

A/N: REQUESTS ARE OPEN! I have not been active in ages but here we are! I started a small business so I’ve been a little busy but back now!

Daryl

At first, he wouldn’t say anything. Just silently stare are you walk around with it on. But then he’d chuckle to himself, and walk over to you asking what you’re wearing. You’d plead saying it’s cold but you both know it’s comforting in a different way. ‘Y’know if you’d ask, I’d’a given it to ya.’

Rick

Rick would smile to himself, looking around to see all the people who have seen you. He’s a touch possessive, and loves that you’re so confident in your relationship. He’s strut over to you, kiss you on the cheek before making some cheeky remark. ‘Well, look’s like you really love me after all.’ When you’d turn to him, you’d be about to defend your choice, when he’d pull you into kiss him - deeply but sweetly.

Negan

He’d wolf whistle the minute he saw you. He’d strut up to you and pull you in by the hips, kissing you roughly. ‘Wow, baby doll, look at you.’ You’d be a blushing mess, which only spurs him on. Let’s just say, you wouldn’t be in his jacket for much longer.

Merle

Merle would laugh at you. You’d get annoyed thinking he was been mean, really he was baffled. You’d take it off, leaving it with him, he’d get really quiet. Walking away, he watch you, annoyed at himself. He’d grab the jacket, and find you sitting out by the fence, watching the prison field. He’d drape the jacket over your shoulders, and apologise.

Shane

To him, it was the hottest thing you’d ever done. Everyone already knew you were his, but to see you rubbing it in peoples faces. He’d go feral, claim you need to go on a run, but really it’s just to get you alone for a while ;)

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I need more homelander!!!

I have homie brainrot,feed my hunger please!

A/N: The homie brainrot is real...

Read my mind

Pairing: Homelander x Fem!Supe!Reader

Tags/TW: Established relationship, references to childhood abuse, reader is telepathic, a lil angsty, slight spoilers for season 4

Word count: 1142

Psychic waited at the table of the seven, they were all waiting on Homelander. He was late for yet another meeting. She knew that he was under a lot of stress but lately it had gotten a lot worse, maybe it was this whole starlighter stuff and Neuman. 

“Hey Psychic, can’t you read his mind and find out where he is?” Deep asked.

“No, I promised I wouldn’t read his mind. Doesn’t matter anyways, unless he is close enough I can’t.” Psychic shifted in her seat, as the Deep whispered an insult under his breath. If Homelander knew what he had said, he’d have his head, but he still was nowhere to be seen. Regardless, they would wait until he showed up, everyone but Psychic was scared of him. 

Then just like that, Homelander came bursting through the doors. 

“Sorry, I’m late guys, just got caught up is all. So, now that you are here,” Homelander was going on about his latest plan, but he was smiling through gritted teeth and that’s all that Psychic noticed. His jaw was clenched too and hands gripped the chair a little too hard. He was agitated but she had no idea why. 

“Deep blow A-Train.” That snapped her out of thoughts. 

“What?” He said.

“Get on your knees and blow A-Train, really.” Homelander started to laugh but it was sinister. The deep stood up looking at the other seven to see what they thought. His face turned red. Psychic couldn’t deny that she enjoyed seeing him squirm a little, after all, he wasn’t her favorite teammate. 

“Sexuality is a spectrum, bro.” A-Train looked just as uncomfortable as Deep. Homelander stopped them before Deep actually did anything, much to the relief of them both. Psychic caught Homelander’s eye and he quickly looked away from you, as much as you enjoyed seeing Deep squirm she was still uncomfortable with the whole thing, and he knew that. 

After the meeting, she didn’t even bother sticking around, just rushing straight off to their shared apartment. Walking out onto the balcony, she breathed in the fresh air. She loved Homelander but sometimes he was too much. She looked down at the city, saw a woman walking alone, she sunk her thoughts into her, and soon enough their thoughts intertwined. The woman was on her way home to her partner who she loved dearly, she had no anxiety, no fear of him and it was refreshing to feel for Psychic. Most people aren’t with the strongest supe ever, sometimes it’s nice to pretend she wasn’t, for a moment anyway. 

“Whose head are you fiddling with today?” Homelander snapped Psychic out of her trance, making her jump to one side. Before relaxing when she saw who it was. 

“Just some random woman.”

“Ah.” They stood looking at the city in silence. She keep picking at her fingers, tearing small bits of skin off. Homelander noticed and took her hand in his. “You shouldn’t do that, you’ll make your fingers all sore again.” He kissed where she had been scratching. Her heart melted a little before remembering the meeting.

“Are we going to talk about the meeting?”

“Do we have to?”

“I think we should.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

“Are you okay? You have been erratic recently.”

“Have I?”

“Yes, you know you have. You avoided my eye in the meeting, you only do that when you know I don’t like something.”

“Or maybe I just didn’t want to look at you?” Homelander regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth, but he was stubborn and wouldn’t let it go. She didn’t even respond, just turning away from him, looking out to the otherside of the city. Her eyes were welling up with tears but she would rather die than let him see. 

“You’re a dick.” She finally said, and walked back into the balcony. She made herself a glass of water, downing it. Homelander remained on the balcony for a moment, thinking about what he would say now. He did this all the time, took things too far, and it was hurting her, the one person he did not want to hurt. When he walked in, she was on the couch, laying down, defeated. He lifted her head up, sitting down and placing her head on his lap. Slowly stroking her hair, he still struggled with what to say. There are only so many ways to apologize and quite frankly he had exhausted them all. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, meekly. She looked up at him. Her watery eyes were searching his. 

“Please just talk to me.” Her voice was barely above a whisper but that didn’t matter. Homelander took a deep breath, pursing his lips after. He was conflicted, and Psychic didn’t have to read his mind to know it. 

“I’m just…read my mind.” 

“What?” She sat up, shocked at his request. Never in all the time they had been together had he asked her to read his mind. 

“I want you to read my mind.” 

“I promised you I wouldn’t.”

“I know. Please do it.”

“Okay.” She braced herself, slowly she began to seep into his mind. His was tougher to decode, his thoughts were rapidly racing around. Reaching out, she finally understood the rhythm and began to sync with them. 

Homelander was scared, scared about ageing, death and his legacy. Ryan wasn’t like him and he knew that was okay but deep down he wants Ryan to be like him, not for vanity but for acceptance. She thought that was all, she didn’t want to probe further but then something was blazing in his mind, it had its own corner, shut away. Psychic reached for it. All she could see was a room? A white room, and lots of pain. He was led out of the room and into a darker one. He was crying, then there was red and the heat, god it was burning him alive. The pain was like none she had ever felt.

It pulled her out of her trance, screaming and rubbing her skin, crying and moaning. Homelander tried to get her to calm down but nothing seemed to work, she was hysterical. He knew exactly what memory she had seen, he didn’t want her to see that but it was so hard to repress the thought sometimes. 

“I’m sorry, you’re safe, I promise they aren’t going to hurt you.” He cradled her head against his chest and soon enough her breathing began to steady itself. She reached up to his face, looking deeply into his eyes. Her eyes were ablaze, fiery and angry. He had never seen her this way. He would’ve been scared, if he wasn’t Homelander. 

“Where are they?” She asked. Standing and walking towards the balcony.

“What? Why?”

“We are going to hurt them like they hurt you.” 

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Hello idk if you would be able to write a nsfw and sfw alphabet for Wolverine ( also if you see that a letter can stand for something else feel free to change it!!! Your headcanons for that men man have me in love with your work) love ya

Wolverine/Logan SFW Alphabet

A/N: hope you enjoy! <3

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Logan isn’t one for huge displays of affection but rather chooses to show his affection more subtly. A hand on your knee or an arm round your waist. He’d always listen to what you have to say whether it’s something complex or just about your day. Just spending time with your is how he shows his love.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

After you saved him from Sabre, he’d feel like he owes you and would accompany on missions. He’d be very protective, and it wouldn’t go unnoticed but the rest of the team. You’d end up being with him a lot and hanging out, sharing drinks and talking till late in the morning.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Logan tells you he doesn’t like to cuddle but really he enjoys feeling you in his arms. Every night he’d open his arms for you to snuggle up to his chest. He’d pretend to hate it but he’d always have a smile on his face.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

When you’re with Wolverine, settling down isn’t really an option, he’s always on missions and likewise so are you. However, you find your own domestic bliss at the mansion. Teaching the kids and supervising them is it’s own job, but you’d also find time to just relax.

Logan would not be good at cooking or cleaning but he’d make an effort for you. Would it take 5 hours and several packs of pasta to make spaghetti? Yes, but you’d appreciate it all the same.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Simple and blunt. He’d sit you down and end it quickly. Honestly, it wouldn’t be comforting but cold.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’d want to commit, fully but so scared and worried about your future, he’d suppress any feelings. What if he lost his memory again? What if you died on a mission? He’d be too scared to commit but eventually would admit everything to you. After some reassurance (a lot) he’d feel better about it but takes some time to come round to actually proposing.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

When Wolverine wants to be rough, he is. But, most of the time he’s gentle and calm. He’s not so good with emotional stuff but he’d tried his best. When your sad, he’d hold you and stroke your hair, when you’re angry he’d listen to you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Logan is not a big hugger, he’d only hug you when he’s scared he had lost you or in moments where he can’t convey his emotions with his words. He’d wrap his arms around your waist and pull you in close, burying his head in your neck.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes time, but he’d do a lot to show his love like holding you a tiny bit closer when he’s scared or remembering your anniversary with your favourite flowers.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Very, especially around his fellow x-men. He also makes a show of kissing and holding you. Cyclops looks at you slightly differently than usual? Logan will pull you into a rough kiss. My god, you want to say you hate it but really you find it kind of endearing, however, sometimes it is a little too much. You'd try to communicate this to him, but he just pretends he doesn't know what you mean. If you're a little toxic, you might flirt with another member of the team, when Logan gets jealous, you'll give him a knowing look. He'll finally accept that he is maybe a little too jealous.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Mostly rough, the type of kiss that makes your head spin. He'd pull you in by the waist, gripping onto your clothes. If you're alone, he'd push you up against a wall, either lifting you up or holding you in place. However, on occasion, he'll give you the most gentle and loving kisses, conveying what he can't in words. These are the types of kisses that you feel in your chest. His hands would caress your cheek and all the world would disappear.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Logan is not exactly the greatest with kids, but he tries. He swears to much, drinks too much and quite frankly is a bit too grumpy for their antics. However, when he is in the proximity of children - which at the mansion happens often - he's often quite caring towards them, even if he won't admit this. When a kid has a nightmare, he's the first one to respond. He'd say how annoying it is, but when that little hand holds his he'd have a little smile on his face.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

You trying to get up, and him pulling you down, back into his chest. He'd love to snuggle up and keep warm for as long as possible. He's sleepy and soft, really the only time he's relaxed.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Logan often has nightmares and disturbed sleep, so often you are woken up by him shouting or shooting out of bed. You'd calm him but sometimes it would take a while. However, once he's calm, he'd collapse into your lap, you stroking his hair, as he recovers.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Logan is essentially a blank slate, all that he knows you have both lived through so he is very much an open book in that respect. However, when it comes to emotions and his opinions, it takes a while for him to open up. He always jokes around deep topics, but eventually he'd give you real answers and not dance around the question. It would take a while for him to trust you, but when he does he spills everything to you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

When it comes to you he's soft, and would have a lot of patience. However, no one else has this luxury, and with them, he's quick to anger. His temper is short, and anything can set him off, the other x-men often rely on you to help calm him down. Other times, he'll come to you and start ranting and raving about the situation.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Logan remembers everything, every fine detail. Having lost a lot of his memories, he savours every moment in his mind. But he rarely shows this, simply choosing to pretend he forgot. Most of the time this is to hear you tell him again but also because he is worried you might thinks he's too soft or weird for remembering where you bought a specific blue jumper from 3 years ago.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The moment he asked you a date. You both flirted for months on end, the other x-men hated it, telling you both to get a room, but you were worried he'd never make the first move. When he finally took the hint and was going to ask you, he stood outside your door for 10 minutes trying to think of what to say. Just when he was about to knock, you opened the door, you were dressed up nice. He asked where you were going, and you said a date. He asked with who, and you simply grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the mansion.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Logan protective? There is no one more protective. He is always on the look out for danger, even when there is nothing to be worried about. He likes to know where you are and safe, not in a controlling way but to know you're safe, he doesn't care where you are necessarily.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Harder than most would expect. He always remembers anniversaries and birthdays with flowers and a cute date. Everyday tasks are a bit more strenuous, he doesn't always understand what he is supposed to do. That isn't for lack of trying though, but sometimes you'd have to give him pointers, like the dishes or taking out a load of laundry. But there would be no complaints from him.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Sometimes his protectiveness and jealously can get extreme, especially in times of stress. If there is some villain running around, he'd barely let you go outside for fear of you getting hurt. You'd constantly remind him that you are capable of taking care of yourself but he wouldn't hear it. He can get stubborn to the point that you want to rip your hair out.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not very. He doesn't age like a normal man so he doesn't have to worry about his physical appearance.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes, when he is away from you, he is more grumpy and colder than usual. He would be snarky, stubborn and evasive, sometimes to the point of risking a mission.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He would always buy you flowers for any occasion or just randomly, and you'd dry press them so you can keep them forever. But it's gotten to the point where you have too many. So he'd buy you a chest-like box, that's ornate and detailed. Inside you keep all of the flowers, and other sentimental things from your relationship.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Logan doesn't like baby talk or being childish in that way. It's one of his few turn offs, at the end of the day, he is decades older than he looks so it would just give him the ick.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Bad, he'd constantly wake up due to night terrors, often waking you alongside him. It would take time to calm him down, but eventually he'd be able to go to sleep.

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Dewey protecting you would include…

Dewey is ultra protective, given everything he’s been through

He’d teach you how to use a gun properly and helps you train your accuracy. When you raise your gun, he’d put his hands around you to help your aim.

When he’s on shift, he’d check in on you often, and if you don’t pick up, he panics, a lot.

Dewey always acts like he’s calm and collected but really he’s terrified. He’s nearly died countless times, and the thought of you dying or even get slightly hurt makes him panic.

Once you were in the shower for a long time, and didn’t pick up the phone. He rang you four times, and no answer. He’d start hyperventilating and panicking, speeding to your home.

You’d comfort him when he bursts into the bathroom, his face red and sweaty. You’d assure him you were safe, and he’d just cling to you.

Dewey would insist on a code word, as Ghostface has tricked them before, it would be something seemingly random but meant a lot to you. He’d be assured that when someone rang him it would be you, if you said the code word.

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Homelander being soft would include…

Homelander is a big softie but only you get to see this side of him. He has such a scary presence generally, so when he’s with you he drops it and becomes softer than a pillow.

Cuddling, he’d love cuddling. If you’re on the couch, his head is in your lap, or he’d pull you into him, essentially using you as a blanket. When you’re in bed, he’d like to be cradled but also hold you close so you’d constantly be switching position’s depending on the mood.

Homelander both loves stroking your hair and having his stroked. When you’re brushing your hair in the morning, he’d ask if he could do it for you. He’d be so gentle, even when there’s tangles, he’s delicately brush them.

He’d bring you flowers anytime he has to work long hours or has to miss an important date. He’d be at the door with your favourite flowers, asking for forgiveness. Ofcourse you’d forgive him everytime.

Despite working a lot, every birthday, anniversary, Christmas or just any day he can think of, he’d shower you with gifts. Not superficial ones, but ones with deep meanings. Your apartment is littered with ornaments, pictures and anything that homelander thought you would like.

Normally he doesn’t care for movies or pop culture in general, but when you show him your favourite movie, show or music he would learn everything about it. If he’s waiting for something, he’s listening to your favourite bands albums.

He’d never shout at you - ever! Sometimes he’d be agitated from Vought but he’d quickly calm down when he falls into your arms.

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Being pregnant with Wolverine/Logan's child would include...

Initial reaction - He would be terrified and it would take a bit of time to come to terms with it. It is an accidental pregnancy, so neither of you were planning on it. He didn't even know if you could get pregnant. But when he does come round, he would be still scared but excited.

Protective - Logan would be extremely protective, to the point that you would have to argue with him just to leave home. He's scared that someone will harm or kidnap you so even when you do go out, he is always with you.

Missions - He would put a hold on all missions, unless, some of the other x-men help out and keep an eye on you. Even then though, he would only go on short missions.

Affection - Logan is incredibly affectionate, constantly touching you, whether that be a hand on your back or round your shoulder. He just likes to know that you're there with him, and you like knowing how much he cares.

Talking - He would talk to your belly all the time. Just had dinner? He'd tell the baby. Watched a good movie? The baby gets a review. You'd act like it would annoy you, but really it would make you really happy.

Note: that gif doing something to me

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Old Wounds

The Ninth Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 610

God, you were done with him. He didn’t trust you to look after yourself, even to see your own family. You had traveled across time and space with him but returning to your home was a no go. Last time, it hadn’t gone well but you missed them. You were sitting away from him in the Tardis, he was choosing where you would go next. Running around the controls, with a big goofy smile on his face. When you first joined him on this adventure, he would let you choose where you should go. Or at least give you a choice. But now it’s the Doctor’s choice and only his, well not actually but it sure felt like it. He must’ve noticed that you were stropping, choosing to ignore you. Asshole. 

“I think I’ve found our next destination.” He said excitedly. You didn’t turn around. “C’mon, you’re not still pouting are you?”

“I am actually.” You looked at him and his smile left his face. You were mad, and he knew it. Not stropping or pouting, angry.

“What’s wrong?”

“Seriously?” 

“What?”

You groaned, he did this all the time, acting like he didn’t know. “Fine, let’s go to your mystery place.” The doctor turned towards the controls before pressing the button, looking at you again. Your face hadn’t changed. He shook his head, you rarely got angry, always happy to go with him anywhere. Just yesterday you were laughing and talking about the planet you went to last week. Now, you had put a distance between the two of you, and it made him uncomfortable. It wasn’t the first time this had happened. He tried not to get too attracted to his companions but you were different. You had reinvigorated his drive in his life. 

“No. Not until you tell me what’s wrong?” He folded his arms over his chest, his lips drawing in a hard line. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You seriously don’t know?” 

“No. I have no idea. Clue me in.” 

“We talked about it yesterday! Why are you doing this?” You stood up, looking at him, he looked confused. He looked at the floor, blinking. “You can’t remember?” 

“I don’t…”

“I want to see my family for once, I want to see my home. But now you choose where we go, what we do. I just go along with it.”

The Doctor looked ashamed, he does remember that now, he hadn’t taken it seriously. Last time you had gone home, it was a catastrophe, many died due to an alien invasion and it had been detrimental to Earth. After this, you were terrified, blaming yourself for bringing that back with you. The Doctor had tried to calm you but you were inconsolable for days, you’d barely leave the Tardis. Sometimes you still cry out in your sleep. He couldn’t take you back there, not when you had hurt so much from the last time. 

“I was worried that you would open old wounds.” He looked into your eyes, they were sad now. “The last time we went…”

“I know.” You sat down again, in defeat, “I know.” 

He came across to you, sat beside you. You had a few tears running down your face. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. The Doctor wasn’t sure what else to do but apologize. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, you looked up at him. His eyes met yours. He leaned down, giving you a gentle kiss. It was warm and soft, his hand rising to your cheek. He pulled away, wiping your tears with his thumb. You smile softly, letting him know, you forgive him.

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Flirting with Wolverine/Logan would include...

He is quite a big flirt, instantly taking a liking to you. You would've gone with cyclops to save him from Sabretooth, and he whilst been surprised would not complain once he sees you.

Logan would use any excuse he has to get close to you. You're teaching a class? He would just so happen to sit in on that one. Helping someone train in the basement? He would be there to help.

He knows exactly how to make you fluster, slipping compliments into conversations, catching you off guard.

When you go on a mission together, he would always push you back to protect you, even though you can defend yourself. He would show off too. You would mock him, and he would give a comment back.

Logan would pretend to be hurt so you would help him, even though he can heal quickly. You'd play along, secretly loving the alone time, whilst you clean his invisible wounds.

If you need to escape from somewhere, he would always grab your hand, only for when you get to safety to make fun of you for holding his hand.

He'd take you out on his (or cyclops's) motorbike to a restaurant because he can't remember a certain type of food but really it would be a sneaky way to take you out on a date.

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Being Nebula's first love would include...

Nebula has never being in love before and at first she is terrified of her feelings. All she's known is training and death, so when you come into her life, it hits her all at once.

She would want to ask the Guardian's for help but would feel embarrassed, not used to that level of vulnerability.

You caught on to the fact she had feelings for you pretty quickly but you didn't know how to approach her. Saying one word wrong could ruin things, she was closed off, even with the Guardians.

Nebula would always be in your space. If you were in a room, she just so happened to be there. If you were fighting in battle, she'd be next to you, making sure you were okay.

The other Guardian's figure you both like each other, and try various tatics to set you up. Leaving you both alone to 'guard the ship' on a peaceful planet.

You'd steal touches from each other, brushing elbows and holding hands to help each other into different parts of the ship. Everytime there was a moment where neither of you would let go.

Eventually, you couldn't take the pressure anymore and would admit your feelings in a long rant, leaving Nebula speechless. When she didn't reply, you walked away, thinking she wasn't ready.

But then she'd grab your hand and she'd tell you that she liked you yet she was scared. She had never done this before.

You'd reassure her that you would take it slow and you'd learn together.

Then you'd plant a gentle kiss on her lips, and softly place your hands on her cheeks.