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gay-dorito-dust · 3 months

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I fee like Jason would gently but firmly break off his relationship with his s/o because he'd want to try to distance you from his vigilante life, he'd obviously never tell you about his other life. he'd try to convince you to move out of Gotham, maybe after dumping you he'd convince one of your friends to contact a relative of yours who lives far outside Gotham to try to entice you out of the city because he can't fully concentrate knowing Gotham could get you at any moment.

If you don't leave you'd find that you escape a lot of situations you shouldn't and that known bad guys even pretty big criminals tend to just leave you alone and pretend you don't exist even if you happen to find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time, a random goon will just escort you out or a mugger would realise his mistake and beg forgiveness and leave all your belongings safely beside you. Redhood follows you a lot not that you know, he wouldn't want to frighten you, on some nights he'll sleep on your balcony or your fire escape just to be near you.

I’m basically reiterating what you’ve already said because it’s so fucking good anon. You took my singular braincell. How dare. 🦦

.Jason cannot focus on both keeping you safe and on clearing Gotham. It’s just not realistic. So if one thing had to give then Jason would selflessly chose to save you from a life of constantly look in over your shoulder. You deserve a better life and unfortunately Jason knows that you’ll never get that dream life staying in Gotham.

.Redhood had a plethora of enemies and Jason didn’t want you to become a victim of his acts of vigilantism. It wasn’t fair on you but Gotham never was or is a fair city for anyone involved. You could be alive and content one moment but dead in a dingy alleyway with corrupt people trying to gloss over your murder the next.

.So like you said anon. He goes to every contact he had that could help him in getting you moved out of Gotham, whether that be friends, family, whoever could aid Jason speed up the process in getting you settled in elsewhere was more then welcomed by him.

.Breaking up with you would be the worst thing Jason ever had to do, which is saying something, but again as much as Jason wanted to be a selfish man, he couldn’t bring himself to keep you in a city that will ultimately be the death of you both in a literal and metaphorical sense. He thought he had finally got the chance to be happy and get to live out his life with you, but when the villain of the week vaguely mentioned you in some capacity, Jason’s blood ran cold as everything in his body went mental; screaming at him to end this fucker right here and now for daring to mention you and demand how they knew.

.However he knew that’s what they wanted confirmation but still a part of his brain made him believe that they already knew of your relationship with redhood and that scared Jason unlike anything else. You were his Achilles heel and he hadn’t even realised that until the moment you were being threatened. And at that point Jason was at a loss of what to do to prioritise your safety because he would do absolutely anything to protect you and keep you safe but sometimes the best thing for him to do was to let you go and hope that you live a better life elsewhere. Far, far, far away from Gotham.

. Maybe sometime in the future when things have calmed down, he’ll visit but that’s never a guarantee. He thinks himself a death omen and he’d rather you live in safety and security. So he stays in Gotham as though he was chained to the damned city. Forbidden from ever leaving. Yet he’ll never forget you and everything you’ve done for him, I’d like to think he’d keep one thing that reminds him of you as a reminder of all the good times you’ve shared. Jason knew his heart would always belong to you and the item he kept was only a reminder of that.

.If you don’t move out of Gotham however, you start to realise that you are the most Luckiest/safest person if there ever was one. Goons, villains, thugs, all of them avoid you as though you were the plague, like you possessed something so potent that had them retreating back into the shadows, hissing as though you’ve burned them without touching them.

Which you did and he happened to be the infamous Redhood. Nobody fucks with you when Redhood is your silent but slightly terrifying guardian looming over you from the rooftops, daring anyone to try anything within his presence and to see where it gets them.

. A thug could’ve been gunning to steal your bag after managing to corner you in some dingy alleyway, holding you a knifepoint, and all of a sudden all the colour in their face vanish as their eyes flickered upwards and boom. Redhood. The thug is shitting it, their eyes are bulging out of their head as they throw the bag back at your feet and mutter ‘I ain’t planning on dying over some stupid bag, fuck that.’ Before running away with their tail between their legs like a little bitch.

. You, confused, would look up in the same place that the thug did. Only to find absolutely nothing before shrugging your shoulders. ‘Must be the drugs he was taking.’ You’d conclude before continuing on your way home to your beautiful boy, Jason.

. I’d like the idea that you caught Redhood sleeping out on your balcony/fire escape one night and now not only are you taking care of your beloved boyfriend but also a 6’2 vigilante who’s built like a brick house with guns strapped to any part of him that you could see. It’s cute and adorable because you’d probably also come to the conclusion that he was the reason why you were being left alone, and to show your gratitude to him you start leaving food, drink and something comfortable to sleep in out for him whenever you could alongside a note that said; ‘thank you for looking out for me but please for the love of god take care of yourself.’

. Jason loves it and finds it’s unbearably cute as he perched himself on your balcony/fire escape, eating your food and making himself comfortable for the night while you slept. He wished he could at least kiss your forehead and wish you a goodnight sleep but he knew he couldn’t and he hated it but as long as you were safe, that’s all Jason could ever ask for. He’ll shower you in affection soon but tonight he was on watch duty.

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everlasting-rainfall · 7 months

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I'm imaging a platonic version of your pages au with Whitebeard...

Maybe the book is about found family with a "larger than life" pirate who adopts the MC and Whitebeard reads it during his medical appointments and believes it's about him and his "new daughter", so he tracks down the author and abducts her so she can join her new family.

Any thoughts? 👀

OH MY GOD, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I ADORE PLATONIC YANDERE’S LIKE THEY MAKE ME 🎆🎇🎆!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!

Thank you so much for sending this ask in, dearie!! I’ll make sure that it’s a lot of fun to read!! And for any of you reading this, feel free to send in some more stuff about platonic yandere’s especially if it’s Familial Yandere’s!

God, I love it so much!! It’s so freaking cute!!

Anyways before I start exploding like fireworks sprayed with a flamethrower, let’s get into it! Shall we?

I hope this is what you want! Also keep in mind that there’s no romance here, it’s all Platonic!!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Delusions, Kidnapping, Getting Heavily Babied, Character Death, Spoilers for Marineford, No Chance of Escape, Trapped Forever

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

Okay so let’s say that the books are still about romance like there’s still the Pirate versus Marine love story but you decided to take a break from writing about that story to focus on something else like maybe you wrote a new book in the series

And this book entirely focuses on the main character getting separated from the love interests like maybe there was an accident at sea that made the MC fall overboard and they wind up being found by like this other group

This group takes them in and they’re kinda hostile at first but they become more trusting and caring over time eventually deciding to basically adopt the MC into the group as like the youngest sibling to the parent of the group

It doesn’t last forever though as at the end of the book, there’s a tearful goodbye between the main character as they’ve been found by the pirate and the marine so they have to return to their old life, a promise is made to not forget them and the group even helps the main character and their friends escape some pursuing enemies

End on a note of the parental figure of the group watching as the main character vanishes into the distance with their love interests and quietly saying “May you always find happiness, my dear son/daughter” or something to that extent

So with enough time, this book eventually lands in the hands of Whitebeard like let’s say that Marco got it for him to keep him from getting bored during his medical appointments and he appreciates the gift from his son so I’d say that he reads it

Like he’s sitting there getting a check up for his health and at first, he’s a little bored especially as he has no clue what’s going on due to this being a book later on in the series but he does know that he doesn’t like the Pirate or the Marine as they both seem annoying to him

He was about to put the book down and never touch it again but figured that he had about an hour left on the appointment so he might as well keep reading so he does getting to the part where the MC meets the group and gets taken in

Now he’s getting a bit interested and so he keeps reading getting more and more interested, he’s actually smiling quite a bit when the Main Character gets adopted into the group as the youngest sibling but when he finally reaches the end of the book and finds out that the Main Character leaves with the two characters that he finds annoying

God, you practically see the despair in his eyes…

His hopes perk up a little when he reads that the group arrives to save the Main Character and the two annoying ones (his words, not mine) from an enemy as he thinks that the leader of the group might take the MC back telling the two of them to get lost

But instead, the MC sails off into the distance and Whitebeard is left staring at the final sentence of the book alongside the illustration of the leader of the group looking off into the sunset

He can’t stand the idea of this and when he finds out this is a series of books, he remains somewhat hopeful that maybe the MC will go back to the group to be part of their family again so he asks Marco to buy the other books in the series when they reach a new island

Marco does of course and gives them to Whitebeard so now anytime that he’s bored or getting a medical appointment, he picks up one of the books and starts reading in hopes that what he wants will happen but alas… No such thing happens…

Throughout the books, there is brief mention of the group but they never appear again as maybe that book didn’t do too well with the audience that primarily reads your books or you just didn’t wanna include them again

The MC never goes back to the group, it’s enough to make this poor old man’s heartbreak and when he sees who the MC wound up with in the end it’s just about enough to make him want to get rid of these books

He almost does too like he was this close to ripping them up but instead he sees one last thing that makes him stop, he looks at the back of the book and sees your picture thanking your readers for the support along with telling them that you’re going to move onto other things but he doesn’t care much for that as he keeps staring at the picture

Is it just him or do you look just like how he envisioned the Main Character to look?

And now that he really thinks about it too… Is it just him or did the group seem eerily similar to the Whitebeard Pirates?

I mean the right hand man is a bird and the group leader is described as being as big as a whale plus a gun slinging cross dresser, a cook with a pompadour, and a narcoleptic with fire powers? There’s no way

He goes back and reads the book that introduced to the series and he sees even more similarities however whether they’re actually there or not is up to you but lord knows that it’s unintentional if it’s true

With this, Whitebeard basically has a lightbulb go off in his head as it’s clear to him now that you’re the youngest member of their family and he needs to go find you as clearly you’re in an unhappy relationship and just want to come home to Pops and your brothers

Well don’t worry as Pops is coming and he’s bringing the family who with some brief convincing have wound up just as deluded as Whitebeard is as they all really think that you’re some kind of lost member of their family

It’s gonna take a while to find you like I’d give it about a week at the least but a month at the most, he’s coming for you and it’s not like anyone can stop him as no matter what island you’re living on and no matter who it belongs to, he’s still coming

When he finds where you are, prepare to be almost immediately hauled off back to the ship with your screams and thrashes being shushes like you’re some kind of child throwing a temper tantrum

“We’re here to help you, stop thrashing!!” “Don’t you recognize us, *MC’s Name*?! We’re your family!!” “Quit screaming already, we’re taking you home!!”

Literally no matter what you do, there’s no chance once they’ve found you as you’ll be hauled back to the ship like you’re some kind of treasure then once they’re done on the island they’ll be sailing out into open waters so even if there was a chance now there’s -10000% chance of escape

Chances are that a big party is going to be held on the ship in celebration of you finally being back with them even though you were never here in the first place, everyone’s having the time of their lives though and no one is listening when you try to ask to be set free

You attempt to jump overboard and swim to safety while no one looks but I’d like to see you try as you’ll likely be found before you can even get close to the edge and if you do make it then you’ll be pulled up within seconds

You’re going absolutely nowhere and the only thing that you can convince them of is to at least use your real name when they talk to you

Honestly as well, something in me says that you should prepare to be babied as you’re the youngest sibling and you can’t even fight plus they haven’t seen you in so long like Whitebeard claims you were like that big when he last saw you

Like imagine going from a life of independence and doing things on your own to never being left alone and having people do a lot for you like you aren’t even allowed near the stove as you might burn yourself according to Thatch

You should just let them take care of everything for you now, they’ll take good care of you and someday when they deem that you can get married then they’ll help you find a suitable person that they approve of and who treats you right

You’re allowed to do some things for yourself like bathroom stuff and getting changed but other than that, it’s honestly a wonder to you that they don’t also have you wearing footie pajamas with a pacifier in your mouth considering the way that they treat you

Even if you attempt to bring up your problems with this to Pops and request to leave, Whitebeard will simply say that he’ll think about it but always he’ll get back to you under an hour and tell you no as you’re staying like this plus you’re not going anywhere

Why would you want to go anywhere anyways? They can give you everything that you’ve ever wanted or needed right here on the Moby Dick, you should be really grateful that they’re doing this for you as they found you and rescued you after all this time

I wouldn’t recommend trying to raise a big stink about wanting to leave either as it’ll likely just be seen as a temper tantrum by the Whitebeard Pirates which will just get you an early nap time like imagine being scooped up in this man’s hand and forced to take a long nap on his chest because clearly you’re fussy from sleepiness

Now you might think that you have a chance of getting away when you hear that Whitebeard dies and the Whitebeard Pirates get scattered by Blackbeard like you definitely feel sympathy for them but this could also be your chance at freedom

Yeah, no sorry… Marco is definitely not letting you go ever after what happened like you’re on such a short leash that it’s practically non-existent like hell, I can see him legitimately child leashing you in public…

Also dating and getting married someday is completely out the window now like if someone takes even the slightest interest in you, Marco is going to scare them off so there’s no chance for you to ever escape

Your fate was sealed the exact moment that Whitebeard picked up one of your books, you’re his youngest child and you’re not leaving your family ever even when he’s gone…

The family will be together forever even if they have to put you on a child leash…

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peripaltepsy · 10 days

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BEWARE OF "body mod advices" - they can be dangerous and LETHAL.

(this post was about a deactivated blog but extends to any possible future blog like it)

edit3 since he deactivated: Red told me in the DMs that he WILL be more careful about all this risk stuff, I believe he is going to do better. Im sure he's a good person and he also was extremely civil in the DMs. Since he's not here to defend himself anymore I'll gladly take his side and say that despite this mess, all Red wanted to do was indeed reduce harm and potentially save lives. Good luck on all your endeavors, Red, I wish you a beautiful and successful career and that you have a great positive impact in the atypical dysphoria community, both on and offline. I don't know how my post truly impacted you, I'm so sorry if you're feeling bad. You acted the best way you possibly could.

Second, if Red comes back, DO NOT HARASS HIM, let him be himself and don't let his past hold them down.

Third, all my points still stand for their deactivated blog and any potential body mod tips blogs in the future. Please everyone, take care, stay safe.

Past edit: DONT HARASS any possible blogs like hers, just REPORT and spread awareness, (also don't make the same mistakes as me: TALK TO THEM FIRST)

Past edit: minors please interact with this post, forget my bio for this one

Past edit: editing editing the post since I talked to Red and he isn't bait. I definitely should have talked to them in DMs first. I sincerely apologize. So sorry Red! To those reading, don't make the same mistake as me, ok? Always talk to people privately first, I genuinely fucked up bad. This mistake of assuming others intentions, can traumatize them. If I were in Red's shoes I'd be traumatized. So yeah, I fucked up bad.

Their intentions are genuine but my point still stands that its extremely dangerous and can't qualify as harm-reduction / end edit note

alright, I'm not transid/radqueer but you guys need to REPORT AND WARN OTHERS of these accounts as soon as they appear. Do not entertain them, no matter how desperate you are to transition. You can become a victim of dangerous charlatanism.

LONG POST AHEAD, VERY IMPORTANT NEVERTHELESS

Archive to what i'm about to post

Red claimed to be "a non-professional surgeon, planning on getting better with practice." Bad move!

Red has told me he's pursuing a medical degree and won't actually do non-qualified surgery.

Red: "The blog is centered around an idea of "extreme" body mods that I would like to explore further, [...] things like breaking and re-mending bones, creating new joints, replacing skin, etc."

My point: the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and your blog was unsafe.

To any possible counterarguments: "But they (people following/asking advice) know the risks!" That's victim-blaming. Red gave himself the responsibility to give harm-reducing advice, but he didn't do a good job.

"But I know the risks!" You can't possibly know the risks because Red doesn't know either or "kinda knows" but has not properly informed his audience, it didnt give sources, oversimplified their advice and failed to provide accurate information about risk. Or gave plain misinformation.

Again I'm not transid, I can't possibly imagine what you're going through in order to try anything at all to feel better, including trying experimental surgery not legally available or not researched at all. However, please please please do not become a victim of medical deceit or whatever tf it's called. Even if the blog owner tries their best to be reliable.

They might sound confident, but they do not know what they are saying, what they're telling others to do.

Ask: "How would I make my skin gray without tattoos?" (DO NOT SHAME THIS USER BTW)

Red: "[...] I assume you want permanent grey. To do this, it's pretty simple, although it'll take a lot of time. Basically, what you want to do is to constantly be exposed to lots of silver. Any product with silver in it like specific lotions and skin creams. also fish, milk, mushrooms, and whole grains tend to have silver in them! So tldr, consume lots of silver!"

STOP!!! DONT FOLLOW THIS ADVICE!!! DONT OVER-EXPOSE YOURSELF TO SILVER!!! "Silver toxicity causes argyria. Silver toxicity occurs when too much silver is in your body." <- from a simple research on "too much silver in blood"

THE RESULT WILL BE ARGYRIA. EVEN IF YOU DO IT SLOWLY, YOU ARE BUILDING UP A HEAVY METAL IN YOUR BODY. THE GREY SKIN IS NOT PRETTY NOR WITHOUT GRUESOME SIDE SYMPTOMS.

Yall. Anything in excess will fuck up your body, including iron, vitamins, and silver.

To whoever asked Red, I don't know your mind, but I'm sure you'd love to live a happy life with grey skin! You'd love to have a body you're comfortable with and looks rad as hell! But you wouldn't be able to enjoy it if you're deeply sick with ARGYRIA, WHICH IS WHAT RED'S ADVICE WILL GIVE YOU!

Ask: "How do I get darker skin without going too dark? I’m pale and burn easily, I just want a color similar to Lin Manuel Miranda" (AGAIN DONT HARASS THIS USER)

Red: [...] "expose yourself to the sun more! As you do this, you'll get tan which will protect you from future burns and make your skin slightly darker, do this enough and you can engineer your skin to be as dark as you want!"

THATS MISINFORMATION! Yes you may tan to get darker (Lin's tone may or may not be achievable to you) but one: it's not permanent unless you're constantly going out; two: SKIN CANCER!!!! DONT OVER-EXPOSE YOURSELF TO THE SUN!!!! USE SUNSCREEN!!

TO ANYONE SEEKING A MUCH DARKER TONE: YOU CAN'T "GO AS DARK AS YOU WANT TO" BY TANNING. Just look at people who have lived their whole lives outdoors like farmers! White people can't tan to black! There's a limit to how tan you may get! Are you seriously gonna risk skin cancer for an impossible thing???

Red: "Self amputation is really dangerous! You should learn how to use a tourniquet, that way, you can stop the bleeding! [...]" WHERE ARE YOU GETTING YOUR SOURCES, RED?

If anyone reading this is seriously thinking of amputating themselves, and will not change their minds no matter what, please just have someone immediately drive you to the hospital. I do not support such operation and you can still die or get horribly sick even with your best precautions, but you better receive actual medical attention and stay alive rather than trying to heal it yourself. Because what you'll most likely get from following Red's advice is DEATH FROM BLOOD LOSS. Again, if you absolutely cannot get rid of this dysphoria with therapy, or manage it at least, or have a doctor do it for you, I still would NEVER suggest you do it yourself, but IF you end up doing that then at least please go straight to the hospital instead of trying to heal it yourself.

Red: "do not try and break your own bones to make modifications! [...] Get another person (Like myself) to help you with the bone breakage instead."

NO ONE KNOWS WTF THEY'RE DOING. YOUR FRIEND DOESN'T. RED DOESN'T (as they advertised in the post). NO ONE IS GOING TO GET MODIFICATIONS LIKE THIS. NO ONE IS GOING TO BE HAPPY. EVERYONE IS GOING TO BE EITHER IN PAIN, RISK OF HORRIBLE INJURIES OR TROUBLE WITH THE LAW. FUCKING AROUND = GUARANTEED BOTCHED OPERATION.

Also, now that Red has clarified she won't perform surgery until having an actual degree, you can't really go to her XD

Red: "Some advice for surgery [...] This one's important, make sure your patient is strapped down and properly sedated, if they move, even slightly, you risk hitting a vital artery or organ, if you do hit an artery, don't panic, this is why you learned how to use a tourniquet! if you hit a vital organ though, odds are you won't know how to fix that, so be extra careful with abdomen and face surgery!"

Thats still promoting medical malpractice, mutilating and potentially killing friends, dangerously downplaying surgery so much, this is not harm-reduction

Ask: "I want to be blind in one eye, but more-so in the sense of extreme but not total vision loss. I want to do something permanent in the future!" (AGAIN DONT HARASS THIS USER)

Red: Well, a simple fix to your problem is just get some calcium hydroxide in your eye and wash it out a few minutes later, this should lead to permanent, extreme (but not total) vision loss in that eye. Keep it in too long and it can cause total vision loss so be careful!

Ok so, it's great that you're trying to come up with alternative ways for users not to kill themselves by gouging their eyes out, but you've still failed to give them the full picture

From a quick search "calcium hydroxide in the eyes": Exposure to the skin can produce burns, painful irritation and necrosis, and exposure to the eyes may cause severe pain and vision loss that can be temporary or permanent. If calcium hydroxide is exposed to the skin, contaminated clothing should be removed, excess amounts of the chemical should be wiped off and the affected skin should be flushed repeatedly with water. Victims of calcium hydroxide exposure to the eyes should flush their eyes with water continuously for the first 15 minutes, but all cases of external exposure should receive immediate medical care. Inhaling calcium hydroxide through the nose or mouth can also cause immediate, painful and potentially life-threatening complications. Throat and nasal passages may become painful and swollen, and the swelling may restrict airways, making breathing difficult or impossible. If the calcium hydroxide particles are carried all the way to the lungs, this may further complicate breathing. Victims of this type of exposure should be taken immediately to a fresh air environment, and emergency services should be contacted right away. Administration of oxygen and emergency respiratory assistance may be required.

Red (answering an ask): "the question shouldn't be what DO people replace their skin with, it should be what CAN they, after all, just because it's never been practiced or very rarely practiced doesn't mean it's bad or impossible! Of course, my personal favorite skin substitutes are rubber and red velvet, I am also a big fan of stainless steel."

(Don't promote such an operation). THIS OPERATION IS BAD AND IMPOSSIBLE TO SUCCEED. SKIN CAN ONLY BE REPLACED WITH SKIN. SKIN IS A LIVING ORGAN. ANY OTHER SUBSTITUTE WILL CAUSE YOU TO LOSE BODY PARTS OR DIE.

YOU KNOW HOW PEOPLE WITH TRANSPLANTS NEED LIFE-LONG MEDICAL ATTENTION SO THEIR BODY DOESN'T REJECT IT? HOW TF WILL YOU DO THIS WITH FUCKING RED VELVET?

YOU WILL FUCK UP YOUR BODY'S IMMUNE SYSTEM A THOUSAND DIFFERENT WAYS.

ANYWAYS. CROSSTAGGING FOR REACH. PLEASE EVERYONE REBLOG. THIS IS SERIOUS SHIT.

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wordbunch · 1 year

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SFW alphabet: Éomer

a/n: this was requested by anon, I think (I barely keep track of who requests what, SORRY 🥺) y’all really love the Rohan siblings (valid) because I already have an Éowyn alphabet as well 😁 anyway this man is so FINE. I hope you enjoy, let me know in comments or reblogs! 💖💖💖

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) He is quite affectionate, I feel like, and almost subconsciously. It’s basically second nature for him to just wrap his arms around you or press a tender kiss to your forehead. He’s confident enough to do that in front of everybody, and a couple times you’ve been caught by someone during some more intimate moments and steamy exchanges of kisses… so you try to eventually keep it down a bit.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) excuse me, we’re not here to befriend him, we’re here to date him

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) He secretly likes to cuddle, but it isn’t a must. He wants to have you close as much as possible, but sometimes it’s just enough to have your head leaning on his shoulder or something similar. When the two of you do cuddle, his favorite position is when you lay half on top of him with your head on his chest. It makes him feel extra protective of his beloved.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) He does!!! He loves his home and he would love to stay there with the person he loves, although it would take a special person for him to 100% be down for it. I feel like he can be very charming around others, and after a couple drinks, even a bit flirty, but once you steal his heart, there’s nothing to worry about. He isn’t the best at household chores and stuff, he’s a very important person and a warrior, so he never did much of that, but he’s always willing to offer his time and assistance.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) It would be short, concise, to the point and very respectful, but afterwards he would grapple with his emotions in secret and wonder if he’d done the right thing.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Éomer would take some time courting you, because he hadn’t been in a long, serious relationship before and he wants to properly test out the waters. He isn’t a player in the full sense of the word, but he could be generally flirty, especially if a drink was involved. But he knows better than to ever make you doubt your importance in his life and his love for you. The more he gets to know you, the more sure he becomes that he wants to be with you for the rest of his life.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) For sure he’s a bit rough around the edges, which is to be expected, considering his life and his environment. He’s definitely a very emotional and passionate person, but he’d dutifully learned how and when to keep it down. With you he can just be himself, openly express his feelings and shower you with affection. Sometimes he forgets his own strength and picks you up with surprising ease, making you giggle with surprise and delight.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Yes, he likes them (who doesn’t, oh come on), but in public he will quickly side-hug you when you run into one another throughout the day, and he will save the long, comforting hugs for within your own four walls. In those moments his arms will envelope you completely, and you’re free to bury your head in his chest. It works perfectly as a remedy against bad days and negative emotions. He is tall and thus in a perfect position to kiss the top of your head.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) As previously stated, he takes a bit of time to settle into your new relationship, and his feelings for you also gradually grow. He vividly remembers the situation where you were helping in the House of Healing - how kind and skilled you were, how you treated everyone with respect… and he just stood there, secretly admiring you for a bit, and it helped him realize that he was properly in love with you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) I see Éomer as a very jealous person, he’s not blind and he sees how beautiful you are and how people look at you, and sometimes even get a little too bold and too close for his liking. He has no problem stepping in, and sometimes he will even feel a little bitter about the whole situation, but you make sure to reassure him in private that you have no interest in anybody else, romantically.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) His kisses are always passionate, often surprising (he just can’t help it with the cute sound you make when he does that!), and sometimes even a bit rough, and like… urgent. A good old proper kiss on the lips is the way to his heart. Besides everywhere, obviously, he likes to quickly kiss you on your temple in passing by, or when you’re sitting side by side at a formal dinner and he just can’t help but admire you!

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) He’s pretty good, and kids love him too - he has cool armor, he is strong, he can fight and he is good with horses! He will always try his best to give the time of day to any little kid that approaches him with curiosity and admiration.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) He’s an early riser and a busy person. If he must leave immediately after waking, he will leave your quarters quietly, with a parting kiss on your forehead. However, both of you prefer to at least have some breakfast together - if not in bed, then at least in the dining hall - so he can start his day with you, and you can talk about your daily plans, or simply enjoy each other’s presence.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) He loves to whisk you away as soon as he’s free to do so, for some proper one on one time - horseback riding to your special spot, the best one for stargazing, yet secluded enough for decent privacy. This will usually result in you returning to your chambers very late in the night, and not getting as much sleep as you wish, but it’s totally worth it.

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?) He takes it step by step, over time of course you become more comfortable with one another and more open, and gradually he becomes able to talk to you about anything. Don’t get me wrong, he is always honest with you, but he wasn’t immediately ready to talk about his deepest feelings. But you’re very happy that his walls eventually came down.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Oh this is a difficult one… he IS fiery, but he knows that, as a good leader, he must learn how to channel that into good things. You’re his safe space and it’s extremely rare he gets angry at you; maybe only if you act recklessly and land yourself into a potentially very dangerous situation. But even then his emotions are coming from a good place - he just doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you.

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?) He is somewhere in-between remembering every detail and easily forgetting stuff. To be fair, he has a lot of responsibilities and he needs to keep a lot of information on his mind, but he will never forget the important things. Éomer is also humble enough to ask for you to remind him of something, though he does feel a bit embarrassed. You find it amusing rather than too frustrating, most of the time.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) He was pondering whether he should propose to you yet, how to bring up that topic in conversation, when and how to do it… when he heard your voice from a distance, talking to somebody else. Éomer got closer to check out the situation, and you were helping a small child who got lost in the vast halls. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, how sweet and protective you were being, but also logical and ready to take action. Maybe it’s not his favorite of all moments in the relationship, but it’s a very important one because it helped him make up his mind about asking for your hand as soon as possible.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Éomer is definitely a very protective person, which partially comes from growing up with a younger sister. Even overprotective at times, he won’t hesitate to jump in and defend you verbally, physically or in any other way, even when the situation doesn’t necessarily call for it. You know he’s also anxious when you go horseback riding alone, because if you fall and no one is there to help you, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. You don’t have many opportunities to be protective over him, but you do it in the form of comforting him after a tough situation or tending to his injuries.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) He does his best to give you at least one special date weekly, which you greatly appreciate, considering everything that he has to take care of day to day. When it comes to anniversaries and special celebrations, he is surprisingly sentimental and his gifts will, without fail, bring happy tears to your eyes (maybe Éowyn sometimes helps him, but that’s a secret). Many times he gave you flowers, or had them sent to your room, for no special reason except that he appreciates you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Taking a bigger load than he can bear, especially after the death of Théoden’s son - Éomer feels like he has to compensate for so many things, but it’s physically impossible to fill in the positions of other people. He will say yes to helping anyone and doing anything, but end up getting overwhelmed and lost in a pile of tasks. In those situations he is even more thankful for you because you know as soon as he’s pushing his limits and you, lovingly yet sternly, make him take a break.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) To be fair, he spends a lot of time with soldiers, fighting, and tending to horses so he doesn’t exactly find himself in an environment in which looks are a crucial aspect of him. He is proud of his hair and he will trim his facial hair, but not much concerns him except for that. He’s more concerned with his leadership and battle skills.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) It would be difficult and heartbreaking, certainly, but he wouldn’t feel necessarily incomplete. He’s self-assured, independent and strong, but he doesn’t even want to think about the possibility of losing you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Ever since he was a small child, he’s hated having his hair cut! He will only do it when it gets to a really annoying/impractical length, but either way he looks great, at least to you. However, more times than one you joined forces with Éowyn to tease him about it. Once she gave you a bunch of flowers, and you waited for Éomer to fall asleep soundly; then you braided his hair in intricate patterns and decorated it with the flowers… his facial expression upon realizing what you’d done was priceless!

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) He despises dishonesty so so much!!! He always wants you to be outright with him, even if it might hurt him. Because of that, it can be a bit difficult to prepare a birthday/anniversary surprise for him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) Éomer needs surprisingly little sleep in order to be able to function properly all day - therefore, he usually falls asleep after you, and wakes up before you. Also when he sleeps, he is very very calm, he barely moves at all; you were actually a bit concerned the first time you witnessed it.

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tenabrye · 1 year

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C-can I request a Reboot! Vash, sfw and nsfw alphabet please?

If not totally fine! Thank youuuuu!

Doing the sfw one first. The nsfw one will be a separate post. :)

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

This man is the literal definition of the word. Once he has consent, he's very hands on with those that are close to him. Hand holding, fingers grazing his partner's skin, cheek nuzzling, hugging, kissing, etc. He does it all. His go-to's for showing affection are hand holding and hugging. He likes enveloping people in his arms and making them feel safe.

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

The absolute BEST best friend anyone could EVER have. He's very friendly and has the best qualities of a best friend, so anyone would be a fool to overlook that. His friendships always start off with either funny or dire situations. Someone saves him, or he saves them, maybe he falls and they catch him and he sports his "I fell for you" line that makes them laugh, or he catches them when they suddenly trip. It's really a good timing kind of thing that starts the friendship.

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

The number ONE cuddle king. Once he gets used to someone, that's all he really needs to start cuddling with them. It's more of a security thing with friends, but it definitely takes a step up with a partner. He likes to pull them in close, draping an arm over them. Generally enjoys being the big spoon, however, absolutely loves being the little spoon as well. Will also pull them onto him and just wrap them up in a little bug. This is usually done when he's sleeping.

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

Absolutely! He dreams of that domestic life, he really, really does, but he also hates thinking about the con that is his aging. Once he gets over that thought, he's back to longing for the domesticity everyone else has. When it comes to cooking and cleaning, he's very good. He knows the basics of cooking, but don't expect him to make something rated five stars. Cleaning is something he enjoys. Whether it be himself, his guns, his boots, etc. It's calming, it takes his mind off of things, and he enjoys having his things clean.

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

Can't even fathom how he'd do it. Could he even do it? It's going to hurt him a lot more than any bullet ever would, but he knows he has to. His reasoning is that he's a walking hazard for them and that they'd end up getting hurt, or worse. He has to tell them face to face, and he can't look at them because if he does--oh man, he looked, now he's crying, too. He hates this. He hates it, but he has to. He'd want them to not forget him, to not be angry for his decision. He's doing this so they'd be safe.

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

Is a very committed man. He puts a lot of effort into his relationships--friends or romantic--so he's definitely good for that. As for marriage, his heart says now but his brain says to hold on. He wants it to be the right person, so he has to wait, but he's giddy about the married life and wants what other couples have. That and it would make him very happy to just be normal and not a walking bounty ready to be claimed.

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

Physically, he's THE most gentlest person there is. He treats each and every human as if they were made of glass, but that's also just his caring nature when he deals with them. He's so sweet.

Emotionally, it's the same thing. He's a sugar coater for sure on certain topics, but he would rather do that than just be blunt. He's also a very, very great listener, so if anyone has any issues they'd want to vent, he's your man. Might not have the best advice, but his ears are at the ready to listen.

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

Hugging maniac, but in a cute way. He's just very affectionate. If he can, he'd like to hug all the time if people let him. Gives the best, reassuring hugs that include a little back rub for added measure. His hugs are secure, loving, they let people know he's here for them if they ever need him and, most of all, they're the kind of hugs to make anyone touch starved cry. In a good way, of course.

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

The second or third week, give or take. He's the kind of guy that's normally good with hunches, so he would've already felt the connection with his partner right off the bat. He just needed some time before he could say those words, however, if there isn't a good time, he may just blurt it out. Usually, this would tend to happen if they barely escaped a situation that could've killed one of them or both of them.

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

He doesn't seem like he has a jealous bone in his body, but no one should let that fool them. Just because he looks soft and adorable doesn't mean he can't get jealous, and he does, just not as often. Certain situations may call for it, such as someone flirting with his partner, but instead of acting like the usual jealous boyfriend, he tries to out flirt the flirter. If the flirter even tries to tell him to go away and that they're busy, Vash simply smiles and asks what business they have with his partner. Most likely the only time he could be jealous, maybe.

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

His kisses are sweet, oftentimes tasting like doughnuts. His favorite places to kiss his partner would have to be anywhere on their face. Lips, cheeks, nose, forehead, but that's when he's in such a cute, soft mood. In another mood, he enjoys kissing any exposed skin from the neck down. Shoulders, arms, their neck, etc.

His favorite places to be kissed are definitely his lips, because he loves how soft his partner's lips are against his own, even if it's just a quick peck. He also enjoys a quick peck on his nose. It always catches him off guard. If they want to be a little risqué, he doesn't mind them kissing his neck or, when in bed together, his bare chest.

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

THE best around children. He loves to play pretend with them, going as far as being the robber in their game and even faking being shot when one of them pops off a toy gun at him. His acting is surprisingly good, and adorable. He'd play with kids all day if he could, since it's also a bit of an escape from his hectic life, but also because he really just can't say no to those puppy-dog eyed faces of theirs when they ask.

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

He's an early riser, but he takes such GREAT care in trying to not wake his partner up. He typically showers at night, however, if he was too tired the night before, then he is definitely up and in the bathroom as soon as he wakes. This is followed by teeth brushing, then, if his partner is up, does a bit of couple's meditation, if they want to. He won't force them. Vash then will make them a scrumptious egg omelet his way, and will enjoy breakfast with his partner before they have to head out.

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

He typically has dinner with his partner before he showers, but he'll shower second if they need to get clean for the night. After that, he does a bit of limbering up. Doesn't like how his muscles feel in the morning if he skips out on this, but it really doesn't take him long to do this little bit of stretching. Shortly after finishing, he'll practically jump into bed with his partner, where he gets all cozied up to them, holding them as they each talk about random stuff before falling asleep together.

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?)

He needs some trust before telling anyone more about himself, but he's quick to clear up those Humanoid Typhoon rumors about him. Give it a few weeks and he'll open up to someone, especially if they're travelling together. He's definitely a reveal all at once type of guy, so, when the timing is right, he just lets it all out.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

The patience of a SAINT with this man. With children, strangers, just about anyone gets the benefit of the doubt when it comes to him. The only time he's ever truly angry is either when Knives is involved, a Plant is threatened or taken, or if someone close to him ends up dying in front of him. Aside from that, though, he's really, really patient with everyone he encounters.

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?)

Ah, his memory is fuzzy sometimes, but he has special dates actually written out for him to remember. Definitely the basics, just as his partner's likes, dislikes, favorite time of day, favorite hobbies if they have any, etc. Considering he has to write stuff down in a little book he keeps for just that, he actually will forget if he doesn't write it down. If he does forget and it's not in his notebook, he WILL wrack his brain to figure out what it was. That, or it comes back to him about two or three days later. Just out of the blue.

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

He can remember the moment as clear as day, as though it was just yesterday when it happened. It was the night he knew he was in love with his partner. They had to make camp because there wasn't a town around, and after everything was all set up, dinner had, the two watched the stars together. It was such a peaceful moment and when Vash turned to look at them, seeing the way their eyes were fixated so lovingly on the starry sky, he couldn't help but smile. He won't ever forget that moment. Ever.

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

Vash is very protective, no matter who it is. His first thought is to always protect those that can't do it themselves. When it comes to his partner, though, he'd gladly give up his life to keep them safe. If it really, really came down to it, he would do it without a second thought.

As for himself being protected, well, he honestly never thought about it. At least in the physical sense, but he loves it when people keep him on the down low and don't out him as the Humanoid Typhoon right when he steps into town. When it comes to his partner doing such a thing, even going so far as to play pretend and have entire aliases for the both of them, he LOVES it. Keeps them both safe for the time being, or at least until they move on to another town.

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

The man puts his ALL into these things. Definitely doesn't have much when it comes to double dollars, but his creative mind makes up for that. Cue dates that involve shooting cans to win a special prize from him, or star gazing dates that end up with the two of you falling asleep in one another's arms. When it comes to daily tasks, it's like he's programmed to do everything or he just feels off when he doesn't, but he also likes to see his partner smile when he completes these little tasks.

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

One bad habit of his is trying to bury some of his issues down, bottling them up inside while keeping such a happy, cheerful appearance on the outside. He will constantly do this until he can't, which results in him finally breaking. He knows he shouldn't, but he really feels bad and thinks he's burdening someone when he gets like this.

Another bad habit is holding in a lot of guilt for what his brother has done. Even though he still loves his brother, because Knives is still his family, he can't help but hate what he's become and the horrible acts he's committed. He somehow believes it could be his fault when looking back on it, but it's really not. Vash just needs time to realize this.

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

He jokes around and even says to not his pretty face, but he couldn't care less if someone did. He's been roughed up so much that he's lost count, but he's fine. His body heals with time, so he returns to his gorgeous self. In conclusion, he's not all worried about his looks, unless he wants to be presentable on a date or outing with his partner. Might just be the only time he cares about how he looks.

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

Vash gets attached to his partner relatively quickly, so, yes, he actually would feel VERY incomplete without them if they were to suddenly leave or die.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Can't sit still to save his life. He always has to have a foot or finger tapping, or even slowly sways his head side to side at times. Maybe it's nerves, maybe it's just a little tick of his, but he can't sit still. At all.

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

In general, there are just a few things he dislikes. He doesn't like anyone that can kill innocents, or anything, with little to no remorse. This also goes for abusers. He is a lover of peace and absolutely can't stand when violence like this occurs. It sickens him.

When it comes to a partner, yeah, there's not really anything he could dislike about them. Other than questionable morals. That just might be the only thing he wouldn't like.

Z = Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

His sleeping habits include him usually staying up a bit longer than his partner, him watching their sleeping face. It really calms him. He also likes to stare at the ceiling, or up at the stars if they make camp, and just think about a lot of "what ifs" that include him and his partner. Such blissful thoughts normally put him to sleep, but he's always on guard if they camp out. Just in case.

#trigun #trigun stampede #trigun vash #trigun stampede vash #vash the stampede #trigun sfw alphabet #vash x reader #vash x you

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aalghul · 1 month

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Nice post about Roy I like how kind your response was. But yeah as a Roy fan I find the idea that he would hate anyone but the man who killed his daughter to be silly. Cause like thing is Roy has a line till he doesn’t. Like you said Roy draws a line for himself with Cheshire but he never ever 100 percent commits. Even after the bombing and her holding a gun to Lian and threatening to shoot her while trying to escape prison, in his time with the League he still is hinted to love her and still lets Lian visit her. Flash forward to now they are still on again off again lovers/enemies. The old Titans ‘Roy breaks up with Cheshire’ story was written like it was the full end of their relationship but DC loves that concept and in comics they will always come back.

With Mia or people hurting his family Roy would not care at the end of the day unless that family member died sorry. Roy forgave a woman who babysat Lian and helped terrorists kidnap her and then broke his leg in an attempt to kill Cheshire. No he didn’t just forgive her he offered to let her keep babysitting Lian saying he didn’t think he had the right to judge anyone.

People other than Roy say he belongs in the light but Roy kind of hates that about himself and actively denies and resists it because he thinks the dirty work is the real important work. He worked in fantasy superhero CIA for years and even killed for them, left and made the Outsiders, initially didn’t want to leave and basically stayed till the last second till his mental health gave in, joined the League and didn’t actually have a great time with the group or ever really believe he belonged, had a horrible ending with that group and became a straight up villain after the ROA fiasco and worked on a team of villains all of whom except Slade he expressed some sort of sympathy for.

Roy just doesn’t give up on people and kind of really wants to do antihero work and tries to again and again. The age/maturity thing kind of gets it but that only matters where you connect Roy and Jason, they are peers and work together in some fashion off screen for a year in Outsiders, put a ROA recovering villain Roy with really any post UTRH Jason save Morrison Jason and you could write an intergenerational friendship arc easy.

People forget but before 52 first started a lot of people wanted a Jason Roy book. It was floated around as an idea for ages and rumor was even Winick made a pitch but can’t confirm. When 52 was first announced a lot of people thought not only that RHATO made sense and only Kory didn’t belong but thought the comic had real potential. And really it might have since Roy and Cheshire at one point would not have made sense for either character and notably everything about their relationship happened off screen. We give things a pass because of how well the stories are written. I think most issues with comics are people moralizing about the characters and saying they would never do this or that when 9 times out of 10 the writer just shat over the execution of a concept and the writing as is was shit.

-- i’m just going to include my thoughts down here --

I agree with everything you said about Roy just not being the person who holds a lot of hatred for people. He comes off as strict and even angry sometimes, but at heart, he’s one of the most understanding characters.

I always took Roy’s failed attempts at being an anti-hero as proof that it’s not what he’s meant to do. He keeps trying because he sees his sympathy and desire to do more as a sign that he needs to get his hands dirtier, but each time leaves him with the realization that he can’t be doing that type of work. He was reluctant to leave the Outsiders because he didn’t want to abandon them, that’s why he does leave as soon as Ollie provides funding for them (which he also does specifically because he knows Roy wouldn’t leave, no matter how much he wanted to, otherwise). The Outsiders did end in Roy himself realizing he couldn’t stay there.

I think Roy has always worked best in the various Titans teams he’s been part of. Unfortunately, Teen Titans (2003) set a new status quo with enough of the original Titans leaving and the team working under the leadership of younger members even when more experienced Titans were present. So we could never really go back to the titans as they were in any of the iterations prior to that.

I don’t think Jason and Roy worked together for a whole year; it was just Jason reaching out to Dick, and then subsequently teaming up with him and Roy to give them information of Black Lightning. Which definitely worked to let Roy know the type of person that Jason is (i.e. not a villain), but it was also very much through Dick, so it would again be a reminder of the time that Jason, as a child, teamed up with Roy and the others. Roy’s affinity to taking a guiding role when he works with team members significantly younger than him is just such an important part of who he is that I can’t get past it. I don’t mean to say that Roy’s going to treat Jason like a child, but that there’s going to be a significant gap between their friendship as compared to the friendship that post-flashpoint gave them. Roy is just at a completely different stage from Jason, who is essentially just beginning to catch up on life as a teenager. That difference can’t be ignored easily.

I didn’t read comics back then (and was also a very little kid lol) so I didn’t know about that being something people wanted back then! It must be disappointing to see how it’s turned out.

At the end of the day, I personally think that Roy and Jason could work together very well short-term, and then it would have to end in them walking their separate ways because Roy can never stay in the dark too long, whether he admits it or not. I get what you’re saying about good execution making all the difference, though! I just want to stay as consistent to Roy’s character as possible, so Jason and Roy as best friends/a long-term anti-hero duo never quite works out.

#submited by #anonroyfan #and there is also the fact that a lot of roy's writing post lian's death was just. bad. lazy at many parts #i hope this is coherent bc there are a lot of words and i proof read none of them

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heliads · 2 years

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Can I request for Z3 Wyatt.

Wyatt and y/n are secretly dating for a while and when the aliens comes alan takes a liking to her and flirts with her and Wyatt gets jealous. So basically one day alan wanted to ask y/n out then Wyatt gets so jealous/overprotective and basically says while he’s in full wear wolf form ( his eyes glow and his fangs show) “ get ur hands off my girlfriend” in front of everyone. Angst with fluffy ending :))

I hope u understood that

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Wyatt Lykensen isn’t a big fan of the aliens.

He isn’t the only one to feel this way, certainly. Not after they touched down in an explosion that rocked Seabrook half to pieces. Not after they’re taking advantage of their otherworldly abilities to beat out the rest of Seabrook High in just about every contest possible— athletic achievements, good grades, you name it.

Plus, their attitudes are just terrible. They pretend they’re just exploring a new way of life and just happen to be grinding everyone’s faces into the dirt by accident, but Wyatt swears he knows better.

He might be a little biased, though. The extraterrestrial newcomers committed one cardinal sin that’s damned them in Wyatt’s eyes until eternity. It’s something so bad that he’ll never forgive them again, even if they save his life a thousand times. It’s not just trying to tamper with the moonstone, as if that wasn’t bad enough.

No, what the aliens have done is something far worse, so terrible Wyatt’s fists clench at his sides when he so much as thinks about it. What is this terrible act, one might ask? What have the aliens done to ruin them forever? Easy. They’re trying to steal his girl.

Technically, they don’t know Wyatt’s girl is Wyatt’s girl, although that doesn’t earn them back any points. Wyatt has been secretly dating Y/N L/N for about three months now, and he’s never been happier. Their relationship started off a secret back when the werewolves were the unwanted intruders, and the easy rhythm of keeping everything hidden ended up being too familiar a pattern to break.

So no one else knows Wyatt is dating Y/N and they automatically assume she’s available. That would be an acceptable mistake to make, except for the fact that it isn’t. Y/N is Wyatt’s girlfriend, and no one else’s. Certainly not some alien weirdo whose biggest claim to fame is the fact that he descended from the sky like a glorified stage performer.

It’s the fault of one alien in particular. Their leader of sorts, A-Lan, has been all over Y/N ever since his ship touched down. It’s not like Wyatt feels threatened by him or anything, he just doesn’t like it, that’s all. What does A-Lan possibly have over him other than oddly bright blue hair, a superiority complex, and insanely good grades and skills and— oh no, he might be threatened after all.

Wyatt tries to push the whole thing from his mind. This isn’t a big deal, Y/N loves him and not the alien so the whole situation can just die down. He’ll probably forget he ever saw A-Lan as a possibility of pain in a week or two.

So Wyatt thinks, at least, and then he looks across a crowded hallway and sees Y/N talking to A-Lan by her locker. She’s laughing at something he just said, and Wyatt thinks he’s going to lose his mind.

“Careful,” says a wry voice from behind him, “I don’t think that combination lock has done anything to you to deserve being crushed.”

Wyatt startled and looks from Zed Necrodopolis, who has just appeared from the crowds to stand by his side, to the combination lock still in his hand. It had once been able to fit in his locker, but judging by the way it’s been almost flattened in Wyatt’s death grip, it won’t be useful as anything more than a paperweight from now on.

Wyatt pries his fingers from around the twisted metal with no small amount of effort. Zed watches with amusement.

“I take it you aren’t as open to the aliens, then?” The other boy prods.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Wyatt denies.

Zed arches a brow. “I’m sure you don’t. You just happen to have it out for your lock for a reason utterly unrelated to the fact that Y/N’s smiling at A-Lan?”

“Again?” Wyatt breaks out, temporarily forgetting that he’s not supposed to be aware of any of that. He tries to school his expression back into a more suitable neutral, but the damage is down.

Zed nods sagely. “Thought so. I get it, though. I know how it feels.”

Wyatt glowers as he puts his binders into his only slightly demolished locker. “Do you really?”

“Actually,” Zed says, “I do. Remember when you and your pack were the new guys in town? It used to drive me crazy watching you talk to Addison all the time. I was sure you were going to steal her from me.”

Wyatt scoffs. “Of course I wasn’t. Addison wouldn’t leave you if she found a fairytale prince ready to offer her a castle.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Zed remarks pleasantly, “but this is exactly the same thing with you and Y/N. She loves you, not A-Lan.”

It occurs to Wyatt that he shouldn’t be hearing this advice. “Y/N doesn’t love me. We’re, uh, just friends.”

Zed snorts. “You actually think I’m going to believe that? I mean, I only figured it out a month ago, but it’s pretty obvious if you think about it. You and Y/N are clearly in love. That’s why you’re so angry that A-Lan is flirting with her.”

Wyatt groans. “Yeah, that’s it alright. I just don’t know what to do about it.”

Zed plunks a reassuring hand on Wyatt’s shoulder. “You don’t have to do anything about it unless something happens. Y/N can handle herself, trust me. That’s why she’s been glancing over at you every five seconds instead of paying attention to A-Lan blabbering away at her.”

“Really?” Wyatt asks hopefully.

Zed nods and jerks his head towards Y/N’s locker to prove his point. Wyatt follows his line of sight and meets Y/N’s eyes. She flashes him a bright smile, and just like that, he can’t find it within him to worry about blue haired aliens for a single second.

That relief is only temporary, however. A few days later, Wyatt is still stressed. Y/N may love him as much as Wyatt loves her, but A-Lan’s efforts to win her over are so relentless that they could convince anyone that it’s time for a change. A-Lan holds doors open for Y/N, he carries her books in the hall, he even brings her flowers, something that sends Wyatt into a fury that Willa has to be called in to calm him down.

No, he’s losing it. Losing her, maybe, and that thought is enough to make Wyatt even less sure of himself. So, when he’s walking Y/N home from school one supposedly sunny afternoon and he sees A-Lan approaching them with a stupid little grin on his face, Wyatt knows, he Knows, that this is going to be bad.

Still, he tries to be civil. For Y/N’s sake at least, Wyatt can stop rising to every single bait. He can still remember what it was like to be the supernatural outcast, how the zombies hated the werewolves for being different even though they had fought so hard for equality. Now it’s the werewolves’ turn to repeat the cycle, and maybe at some point these otherworldly newcomers will be able to go through the exact same thing.

A-Lan comes to an excited stop beside them. “Y/N, it’s so good to see you can. It has been far too long since the last time we spoke.”

Y/N chuckles. “I saw you last period. It’s barely been ten minutes.”

“Exactly,” A-Lan says, teeth shining uncannily brightly. His fluorescent smile dims somewhat when he turns to Wyatt, as if just now realizing that Y/N isn’t alone. “Wyatt Lykensen.”

“A-Lan,” Wyatt says, mirroring the other boy’s stilted tone.

A-Lan clears his throat. “I was hoping to speak to Y/N.”

Wyatt nods, and after a few moments, A-Lan coughs again, this time louder. “Alone,” he clarifies.

Oh. Wyatt glances over at Y/N, and he’s just about to prove that he’s the bigger person and leave when he notices that Y/N is looking at him beseechingly. A second later, it hits him. Y/N wants this as little as Wyatt does, and that gives him enough strength to take on a thousand aliens if need be.

Wyatt squares his shoulders and remains exactly where he is. “Actually, I’m good here, thanks.”

Y/N nods quickly. “Whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of Wyatt. Trust me.”

A-Lan’s gaze sours momentarily before he forces himself to adopt a dazzling grin once more. “Alright, then. Y/N, over my time here at Seabrook I’ve grown to appreciate the good things in life, and you’re one of them. I hear that it’s common around people to ask someone in, and I’d like to do that now.”

Wyatt has to bite back a laugh even as he feels himself flicker with irritation. “You’re asking her out, you mean?”

A-Lan blinks. “That’s what I said.”

“Sure it is,” Y/N says placatingly, “but–”

The second someone other than Wyatt speaks, A-Lan’s eerily positive aura returns in full force. “So you accept? Wonderful. We can go to an ice cream shop tomorrow. Maybe even tonight. Is that too soon? I don’t think it is.”

Y/N holds up a hand. “Wait a minute, I never actually said yes.”

“You don’t have to,” A-Lan says delightedly, “I know how you feel. It’s the same as me, you’re excited about this.”

Wyatt can feel a slow burn of anger coursing through him, turning his bones into solid iron, his blood to liquid flame. “Slow down, buddy. Y/N doesn’t want to go out with you.”

A-Lan loses control over his smile once again. “I don’t know why you’re so involved in this. I’m asking Y/N out, you’re not. Right, Y/N?”

The other boy puts his arm around Y/N’s shoulders, and that is exactly when Wyatt loses it. He can feel the transformation even without looking at himself. Judging by the gasp of surprise A-Lan lets out, Wyatt’s eyes have begun to glow, and Wyatt can feel the added length of his fangs when he speaks.

His tone cool and deadly, Wyatt fixes A-Lan with a stare so severe that the alien takes a step back, even without realizing it. “Get your hands off of my girlfriend,” Wyatt asserts, “Right now.”

A-Lan’s eyes widen. “Your– Y/N’s your–” He has to take a moment to collect himself, and then the plastic smile is back again. “I didn’t realize. You two are dating?”

“Yes,” Y/N says crisply, “which is why I’m going to have to turn down your offer of getting ice cream later. I’m sure you understand.”

“I do,” A-Lan murmurs at last, “I most certainly do. Excuse the interruption.”

He all but speed walks away, leaving Wyatt and Y/N there in stunned silence. It occurs to Wyatt that they are not alone; indeed, they’re just outside the bounds of the school, and everyone walking by has seen what happened. They’re the recipients of more than a few shocked stares, and Wyatt can practically hear it as people race to their phones to tell their friends what just happened.

“Well,” Wyatt says as casually as he can, “I don’t think our relationship is a secret anymore.”

Y/N smiles at last. “I’m not sure that’s such a bad thing. Unless you wanted it to stay that way?”

“No,” Wyatt declares fervently, “Not at all. I love you, Y/N, and that means I don’t care what people have to say. I’m happy with you. I never needed anyone’s opinion but yours.”

Wyatt decides there and then that he’s never seen a prettier sight than when Y/N turns to beam at him. “I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve said to me yet,” she comments.

“I’ll just have to say it more often,” Wyatt decides.

He has the creativity for endless compliments, now and forever. A-Lan is out of the way, and now Wyatt doesn’t have to fear any untoward attempts from other students trying to steal his girl. He will be happy with Y/N until forever. As it turns out, that’s just enough time for him.

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X-Force #50

All right, well, we finally did it, gang. We hit the big 5-0, and it's all done. And guess what?

It's all up hill from here! Wednesday spoilers below the cut, and . . . quite a lot of rambling? If I'm honest?

So, we open up on X-Force trying to kill good Hank and Simon, because they are dumb, despite Kid Omega and Sage asserting their genius. They blow up their little gay boat of love, and our intrepid heroes get pitched into the drink.

So . . . this is . . .

Why is Simon wearing a rebreather/oxygen tank?

Dear reader, I implore you to open this link, and scroll down to Simon Williams' powers and abilities.

Immortality: Williams is functionally immortal. Because of the ionic energy that empowers him, he no longer ages and is immune to disease and infection. This same energy sustains Williams' physical vitality far more efficiently than the biochemical process that sustain ordinary human life.

Self-Sustenance As a result of his transformation he no longer requires food, sleep, water or oxygen to survive. Simon is now a fully energized entity who can sustain himself indefinitely without nourishment, easily able to live outside habitable planet orbit.

Benjamin Percy, writer; Drew Baumgartner, Assistant Editor; Mark Basso, Editor; Jordan D. White, Senior Editor.

All four of these men are incapable of Googling basic facts about a character that Marvel has owned and been using since the 1960s. Basic facts that are available if you do so much as a basic skim of the man's Wiki page.

So, why is Simon wearing a rebreather/oxygen tank? So that evil Beast can destroy it and send Simon up to the surface, and good Beast and evil Beast can talk uninterrupted. That's the only actual reason. This is laziness from both an editorial and a writing standpoint, since you could have easily just had evil Beast use some kind of gadget to achieve the same effect, but don't worry! This won't be the most egregious lack of attention to detail this issue!

Yaaaaaay . . .

"My Beast," huh, Simon?

Gay.

Also, this scene makes X-Force look fucking pathetic, because Simon could literally wipe the floor with every one of them and not break a sweat. Simon 'my fists are LITERALLY as strong as Thor's hammer' Williams has nothing to fear from fucking Omega Red. His pacifism is the only thing keeping you from looking even stupider than you already do.

Orchis attacks to give the rest of X-Force something to do. I don't care.

But we do get this funny fuckin' shit.

Tie him up?

Logan, did you forget the last time you fought Simon? Or the time before that?

Anyway, the Beasts talk. It's not a particularly interesting conversation, for the most part.

God, this plan is just so fucking stupid.

But.

There is one moment that actually kinda works.

It's really funny to me that two of the worst Beast writers of all time, Brian Michael Bendis and Benjamin Percy, both managed to grok this essential fact - Hank McCoy loved being this version of Hank McCoy.

He was happy.

He was comfortable.

He was loved.

Feline Hank, as much as I love him, as much as he's my favourite iteration of the character, was never happy in his skin. How could he be? It wasn't something he chose, it was forced upon him. To save his life.

Well, what if he didn't want to be saved? What if he felt his life was so miserable that he might've thought, perhaps I should just let it all end?

He had moments, sure. But he never really escaped this feeling. This fear, this anxiety, this trauma, this pain. He carried it with him for the rest of his life. Just constant trauma, death, misery, regret, mistakes, chances not taken, failures.

But he would never be the same again. It's funny. He's the version I love most, but he's the version of Hank who could never love himself.

Which . . . is partly why it bugs me when people say Hank has internalised mutantphobia. Like, he kinda does, but I honestly don't really feel like it's quite that simple. He's comfortable in his simian form, he loves it, he only very occasionally angsts about it, he is happy. It's when he turns feline that he hates his mutant 'gift,' because now he has to worry about what might come next.

This is not the same as, I hate my mutant powers because they make my life inconvenient, because it means people hate and fear me. He can deal with that. He's been dealing with that since he was seventeen and nearly beaten to death by an angry mob for saving a child.

This is, I hate my mutant powers because they are turning me into something less than human or mutant. Because I am a danger. Because I am in danger.

And his fears are validated. He nearly kills Blindfold and Armour. He eats Logan's leg, tastes human flesh. He spends the last seven issues of Whedon's Astonishing X-Men with the taste of human skin and meat on his lips. How the fuck is he meant to be happy like this?

Anyway, back to X-Force. The two Beasts fight. Orchis shit happens.

Fuck off, Logan. Stop acting like you're at all relevant to proceedings.

Gay.

"X-Force ain't the ones you root for. But we get the dirty jobs done."

You didn't fucking do anything.

Hank and Simon could have fixed this entire mess without you. The only reason you were fighting a Sentinel was because you drew it to your location with your jet, firing at a gay little blue man and his fruity ionic boyfriend! You didn't contribute anything!

And then, as if to cap it all off . . .

What a self-aggrandising load of wank.

Hey, what was Colossus' plot arc through this series?

He spent 5 years being mind controlled and killed his girlfriend.

What was Domino's plot arc through this series?

Well, she got hurt a lot. There was that one time she got skinned. That was fun.

What was Laura Kinney's plot arc through this series?

There were entire issues where she didn't speak a fucking word.

You had.

50.

ISSUES.

And this is the best you could come up with?

"The plan was always for the war without to lead to the war within these two characters."

Is that why Wonder Man was more important to the climax of your book than Logan?

Go step on a fucking Lego, Ben.

This was allegedly a run all about black ops wetwork, the sacrifice of your soul to the harsh work that protecting your country requires, the inexorable slide towards moral degradation that comes from compromise.

It ended with a blue man in a stupid plant suit sacrificing himself to save a D-list actor from a bomb that would have crushed Mars into a pocket dimension, all so that his clone can go and become roommates with said D-list actor.

Ben Percy, of all the writers the X-office has welcomed into its midst, you were certainly one of them.

I just . . . this was what was worth jettisoning 40 years of Hank McCoy's personal history for? This cockamamie bullshit? This excuse for you to whip your dick out and pretend you're Larry Hama, when you can barely measure up to Chuck Austen?

Also, Jonathan Hickman, you're kind of on my shitlist for this, too. You may write a halfway decent comic book every now and then - and make no mistake, they're mostly halfway decent, I think he scrapes greatness with his ideas, but his execution is. Dry.

But that's better than his eye for talent, clearly.

I hate being negative. I feel guilty every time. I don't enjoy it. I hate to dwell. I hate to spiral. I hate to obsess over things.

But X-Force is just . . .

X-Force was, just shit. I will go to my grave telling anyone who'll listen that it's not worth reading.

"It'll read better in trades!" No, it won't.

"It has such a good team!" If you burn a pie made of good ingredients, you still have a burnt pie to eat.

"The art is so good!" And if you put sprinkles in a toilet bowl, it's still a toilet. It just looks prettier now.

Oh, and just in case anyone from Marvel ever reads this - they won't, they only hang around on Twitter so people can jerk off about the panels they write explicitly to be shared by the X-stans - I've pirated every comic I've read in the last 10 years. Every issue of X-Force? Pirated. All these caps? Pirated. Every time someone asks me where to read comics, what to read? Pirate links.

I didn't pay a dime for this series. I still feel like I got ripped off.

I almost can't believe it's over . . . what am I going to do with my life now that I don't have X-Force to complain about?

Oh, yeah. I can just read good comics. Nearly forgot about that.

But hey. That leads me to . . . I don't know, I guess, the end of an era.

Because Hank didn't get his memories back. Maybe he will in the future, but I don't have faith that there's anyone at Marvel that feels this strongly about Beast, so I doubt it. I need to write this down, anyway, for the catharsis. It'll help me say goodbye.

Rest in peace, Hank McCoy, 1985-2018.

You were the Beast I fell in love with. You were the man who taught me to be gentle when the world was unkind. You were the man who taught me that sometimes you don't have to love the body you're in, you just have to want to keep on going, because it can get better. There's always that chance. You were the man who led me to my boyfriend of 12 years, who I love more dearly than anything else on the planet. You were my friend when I didn't have many, and you've helped me make a lot of friends I quite appreciate. People I'm proud to know.

You're gone now. A lot of people aren't going to mourn you. They don't appreciate what was lost. But that's okay. I'll tell anyone who'll listen how brilliant you were. I'll try not to hold it against the version of you I'm left with, that he isn't you. He was you once. He could be like you again. Maybe better. I'd like that. I hope that's the case.

I'll keep writing you. I honestly don't think I could ever stop.

I'll try my best not to be sad that you're gone.

I'll try my best to instead be simply glad that you happened.

I'll give the past its due.

Which is all you can do, in the end, for the dead and for the past.

Well.

That, and live.

#outofmuffins #hank mccoy #wednesday spoilers #blood tw

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underqualified-human · 1 year

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Chase Redford SFW Alphabet

→ A/N: Requested By Anon

→ Warnings: None

→ Fandom: Ever After High

→ Pronouns: She/Her

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

Pretty basic tbh

More often than not he can be found holding your hand

Also likes to give you cheek/nose kisses

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

You beat him in a fight and he just went 'We are friends now’

The friend dynamic that I like to call organised chaos

Spontaneous trips/adventures, relaxing movie nights, weird late-night talks, etc.

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

Loves cuddles and refuses to be anything but the big spoon

Wants to make sure you’re comfortable

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

He’s pretty worried that he won’t be able to be a good dad, but if his partner wants children he’d be ok with it

He keeps his own room pretty organised, very ‘put-something-away-after-you-use-it’ vibe

Also pretty good at cooking for the most part

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

He’d try to do it quickly while not making eye contact, he knows if he did he’d lose track of his thoughts

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

He’s pretty loyal, so he sees no problem in getting married whenever his partner is ready

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

Pretty gentle in both regards, not much else to say

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

Likes hugs, but doesn't do them often due to the armour

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

He’s pretty sure that he’s in love with his partner once he’s in a relationship

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

He’s secure in his relationship with you, doesn't get jealous at all

Assuming he does, he’ll just stand there awkwardly and stare

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

Likes cheek kisses, both giving and receiving

His kisses are usually quick

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

Pretty ok with babies, but can’t handle toddlers to save his life

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

He gets up at 6am sharp, it is the law

Probably goes for morning runs, but won't force you to go if you don't want to

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

Goes to sleep pretty early in the night.

Has a pretty normal night time routine, will accompany you with yours if you ask him to

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?)

He reveals things pretty quickly, but does so through off handed comments that he doesnt really expect you to remember

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Doesnt get angry very easily, like a 9/10 when it comes to patience

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?)

He remembers a fair bit about you, though not little things you mention in passing

If he wants to know something he’ll just ask you about it

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

He’s pretty concerned about his partner’s safety

If he can’t accompany her to a place, he’ll give her a dagger

He feels like he can handle himself but would appreciate his partner worrying about him

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

He sees himself as his own worst enemy, he’s constantly trying to one-up himself when it comes to gifts and events

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

Tends to overwork himself when it comes to training.

Because of this, he may also become distant for short amounts of time

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

Not all that much really.

He stays physically active but that's mostly because he's a knight.

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

He's pretty used to being alone, so once you come along he gets attached really quickly

Doesn't really feel incomplete per say, but does think about you a lot more

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Not the most original but he definitely had a crush on the white knight before he knew Darling was the one in the suit

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

Dislikes people that are rude unpromptedly

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

I think he's a pretty light sleeper

Also snores so he's accidentally woken himself up at times

Gets hot pretty easily so his blankets are pretty thin.

If you want to sleep next to him you'll probably have to bring your own blanket

#aries writing #chase redford #chase redford x reader #eah x reader #ever after high x reader #ever after high

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strayrockette · 2 years

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Hello!! How are you?? I hope you've been drinking tons of water. Need to stay hydrated 🦋

I was actually perhaps wondering if you could maybe write a reader insert 👉🏻👈🏻 With Tommy Shelby?? I'll probably put this in point form to get all my thoughts in order 😂

•The reader and Tommy are really good friends and she's basically part of the family. She helps Polly at the betting shop, and Tommy let's her help him out with the books.

•Despite her being close to the family, he still keeps her out of the Blinders business, so she doesn't know the more illegal side of the work he's doing but she has an inkling.

•One day, her and Polly are sitting around in the house, just chatting away when Arthur and John barge into the house. They freeze when they see the reader and ask to speak to Polly privately which she finds pretty suspicious because they're normally open to talking freely around her.

•They go up to one of the rooms and after a while, the reader follows. She eavedrops on the conversation, only to learn that Tommy is in possible danger. At that point she's basically so done with the threats and stuff (she's not oblivious to what's been happening and she's probably had her own run ins with people who have a strong hatred for Tommy), that she barges in and demands they tell her where he is. They try to stop her from interfering and tell her that they have it under control since it's part of Tommy's plan but she's not hearing it.

•Polly would probably be the one to tell her because she knows the girl can handle herself and is also too stubborn to give up.

•Cue the reader leaving in a haste to get to wherever Tommy is. When she gets there, she literally just made it in time to save him and she's barely flinching when she fires the gun (basically going with the idea that she's had to protect gerself more often than not, especially since the streets of Birmingham aren't exactly the safest)

•When she gets Tommy back to the house (after a looonng moment of silent treatment) he tries to speak to her and she just breaks down

•He's there to console her and eventually she's the one opening up to him about how much she had worried she was going to lose him and that she couldn't lose him after losing so much already. And then a confession could ensue from there??

•And from there, Tommy let's her in on more of his business and she could end up being his righthand woman in things, basically like how his brother's are ^-^

Sorry for the length of this 😅 also! It's perfectly fine if you'd prefer to do this as a gender neutral reader too 😁

And don't forget to make sure you get some water and get some rest too! 🦋❤️

Every time I reread this, I take a sip from my water bottle lmao 🤣🤣🤣🤣

But here is it!

Unexpected

Pairing: Tommyxreader

Genre: Fluff

Trigger Warning: reader has a gun and knows how to use it

A/N: I kind of got carried away with this 👉🏼👈🏼. Pretty sure I didn't catch all the grammar mistakes. If you find one please ignore it 🙂 🙃 😊

Thomas Shelby Masterlist

Peaky Blinders Masterlist

If anyone were to describe the role you had within the Shelby circle, they'd say you were family. A select few would even go as far as to say that you were Tommy's woman. You'd spent a considerable amount of time by his side. Often walking in and out of his office a few times a day. If anyone had first dibs on setting the books right it was you. You were good with numbers and even better at catching mistakes. And if any of the Shelby's had dibs getting your assistance it was Polly in the betting shop. Because no one dared screw up when you were around. Polly may have been a scary smart woman but even she couldn't catch onto people and their slick ways as quick as you. That was one of the many things she liked about you.

the first time you had met Tommy you were laying on his office floor, books laying neatly on either side of you and your feet swinging in the air as your hand flew across a piece paper, jotting down numbers and equations to calculate just how much money had been skimmed from the betting shop. Your initial goal was to deliver a message from Ada-she's a close friend of yours, granted you'd fallen out for a few years but you found your way back to her-to Bloody Fuckin Thomas Shelby (her words not yours) about staying away from her boyfriend.

But the minute you walked through the double doors of the betting shop and glanced at the large board with numbers detailing placed bets and money won, you just knew, that something was off about the numbers.

It doesn't add up, you told yourself numerous times as you flipped through four giant books that spanned over months of business incomes through bets.

Your brain tickled as you tried to understand why it seemed weird that one day seemed too little and another seemed too much. There should be some consistency, you'd mumbled quietly. You tried to leave it alone but as you looked at the board and stared over the shoulder of someone filling in the book with new info, you scoffed so loudly it made them pause. There are so many things wrong here, you thought off-handedly.

"Do you know how to spell?" You glanced at the pen in his hand and at his messy scrawling, "No, of course not. Who the fuck hired you?" You questioned. Why would someone put an illiterate fool in charge of transcribing the day's bets into a book? Not only that but why were the bets collected 2 pounds off from the calculations?

The persistent need to find the problem had you sending the man away and taking over the books. By the end of the night, you found that someone had been stealing minuscule amounts of money from the bets. Overall, you calculated that Shelby inc. had lost roughly 32 pounds over the course of 3 months. You weren't sure why the person had taken so little, any other normal thief would have taken their fill and looked for the first sign out of town. But you didn't care because you figured out why it was wrong and that was enough for you.

When you proudly presented your findings to one Thomas Shelby, you suddenly realized that you had no business digging into his business and inserting yourself the way that you did. You thought perhaps he'd call the coppers and have you arrested for trespassing but instead, he looked at you with his intense blue eyes and impassive face and asked you why you thought he was losing money.

And well that offended you greatly because it wasn't a matter of what you thought but a matter of fact. A fact you had relentlessly chased down. You told him as such, slowly going through your calculations and showing him your neatly scrawled numbers and pointing to each place in the books that were off.

One simple message and a carried away brain led to you having a permanent place within the Shelby circle. This brings us to the present.

"Have you told him?" Polly asked with a cigarette in her mouth. Her hands toyed with her cup of whisky. Grey eyes watching you with a little twinkle.

You dipped your head down behind the book in your hand, a collection of short stories and poems written by Edgar Allan Poe. "Told who what?" you danced around the question.

Polly rolled her eyes, "Honestly, just kiss and fuck already."

You gasped in disbelief, a chortle of laughter escaping you as you uttered, "Polly! How uncouth of you"

She snorted, "Its very uncouth of you to lead a man by his ba-"

You were grateful for the interruption. Anything to not have to hear Polly nag you about your not-so relationship with her nephew Tommy. You'd been around for a few years now. So you were used to the teasing and blunt vulgar language that often escaped her or any Shelby's mouth. But even so, it still made you anxious whenever any one of them, besides Tommy, would bring up your relationship with him.

You had no problem with admitting you felt something for him. It was hard not to when he was both handsome and intelligent. Not to mention that he was naturally charismatic and was very good at getting attention. If anyone was stringing anyone it was him stringing you. Because you could sit for hours and listen to him talk. You loved his deep baritone voice. The way every word he spoke dripped with purpose and meaning. You found that insanely attractive. Despite that, the issue was, you were scared. Scared of the intensity of your feelings for him. You often felt like your body would crumble under the weight of your emotions.

You squirmed underneath Polly's assessing gaze and attempted to ignore her by turning to the new intruders.

Arthur and John stood, disheveled and bruised. You sat up in alarm, "what happened?" You sat up from your seat and stalked towards them, "I'll go get the-"

"No need sweetheart," Arthur gently interrupted you, "we just need to speak to Polly in private."

You paused a little hurt at being dismissed from what appeared to be an important conversation and very very curious as to what happened for them to show up bloody, bruised, and panicked.

"I think not," You forced yourself to be more assertive, "You need stitches and some ointment. Can't you-"

John stepped forward and placed a hand on your shoulder, "You can check on us after we're done talking with Polly, but right now we really need to talk to her, alright?"

His eyes implored you to drop it and you did. Polly glanced at you for a moment as if deciding whether or not to allow you into their conversation, but she must have thought not to because she turned away and lead the boys up to one of the empty rooms upstairs.

You knew many things about the Shelbys. You knew Arthur hated carrots and loved hot chocolate-his guilty pleasure on cold days. You knew Ada hated pumpkin pie but ate it whenever you made it and you knew Polly was a blunt forward woman who did not care about how others perceived her. But she had a heart of gold for her family and would do anything for them. You knew John loved to live life on the edge but he craved the warmth and affection of his children- so he cut back on how many nights he'd spend out in the city at bars if it meant spending time with his kids. You knew Thomas secretly liked tea but refused to admit it because then it would mean you were right.

You knew big things and little things about them, so what in the world did they not want you to know? You could have sat back down on the couch and finished your chapter. But your brain tickled and you knew something was wrong and maybe just maybe you could help them fix it.

You found yourself sneaking up the stairs, avoiding the creaky parts of the floor, and listening intently for their voices.

"What do you mean, they've got Tommy?" Polly hissed through clenched teeth.

"One minute we were exiting the Garrison and the next we were ambushed, nearly lost me head but we managed to fight em off." Arthur elaborated, "But in the fray, they took Tommy."

"Bastards," John hissed, "We could have easily gotten him back but Tommy told us to hang back."

"So, he's got a plan?" Polly guessed.

"Fuck his plan, we need to get him back and hit 'em where it hurts," John gritted.

Tommy's been taken? you thought. Your mind raced at the news. Why would someone take him? What's going on?

You burst through the bedroom door and wildly glanced around, "What. Why was he taken? where did they go?"

Your heart raced at the idea that he had been takin'. Thoughts of never seeing him again repeated over and over. You'd just managed to find a place to call home and you were already losing a part of it. Polly tried to calm you down but you couldn't possibly be calm.

"This isn't a problem you need to concern yourself with," You weren't sure which one said it but it made you boil, "Fuck you, of course, it is, I'm part of this family as much as you are."

Family was important to you. You'd never had a family before the Shelby's. Despite being friends with Ada when you were younger, you didn't have much time to connect or get to know anyone else before you left. 6 years later you made it back and Ada was the first person to find you at your new small apartment. With a shittily made casserole and an excited smile. "I never forgot you! I promised I wouldn't" she had said. You didn't know then how important she was going to be in discovering yourself and finding a family. Thomas was part of your family now. And you couldn't allow a piece of your family to possibly die.

Polly was the one to spill, because she recognized the crazed look in your eyes. She knew that nothing they said to placate you would work and that if they didn't let you in, you'd go and find out on your own. Arthur and John had both looked away as she told you everything Thomas had explicitly told them to hide from you. For 4 years, they had kept the shadier parts of their business from you. They weren't sure how they managed but you were mostly oblivious to the ongoing of the darker side of their business. It certainly helped that you didn't venture much to the outside world besides working at the betting shop and being stuck in Tommy's office to help with paperwork.

After Polly told you that a business deal had gone south and a potential business partner turned enemy went rogue and took Tommy to intimidate and force his hand, you bolted out of the house. Firmly ignoring Arthur and John's panicked voices and grabby hands from stopping you.

Nothing would stop you, not even the panicked scared little girl screaming inside your head to stop and hide. To turn tail and save your own skin. But you wouldn't. Couldn't possibly give up on the only kin you had. Blood relations be damned. The Shelbys were the best part of your life. And it could be so much more, if only you could get there in time-before its too late.

The thought made you take a mental pause. Trying to push out any thoughts of showing up to a...dead Tommy. For a moment your heart stuttered and stopped. No, it wont come to that. You were moving briskly through Birmingham, eyes wild and hands tightly clutching a hand gun in your coat pocket. The very same gun that saved your life once upon a time.

You'd killed a man before, for survival and you'd kill again if it meant saving someone you cared deeply about.

You found him kneeling on the ground and his arms up in surrounder. It perturbed you to see him look so vulnerable. For as long as you had known him, Thomas Shelby was anything but vulnerable.

The men around him laughed when they saw you, didn't bother lifting their guns to shoo you. Instead they urged you with their mocking words and twisted smiles to walk away before something bad happened to you.

You swallowed the little girl inside you and resolved yourself. They were dead before they could question your ability to use a gun. Little girls don't know how to use guns, but big girls whose been through some shit do.

You were in shock. Not surprising. But even in your shock you knew what to do. You somehow managed to weakly grab Thomes' hand and drag him away from the enemy's warehouse. Dragged him through back alleyways and empty streets towards safer territory.

You didn't realize you had crossed over Peaky territory. Hadn't quite processed the events of this evening. Too busy thinking about how you were seconds away from finding a dead Tommy and an unfulfilled wish.

Your breathing escalated as that thought rang inside your head, each word echoing louder than the last-twisting into different variations of the same concept.

He could've been dead

One more second and he'd be dead

Oh my God, he could've died

He's had experience with panicked men lost in their own minds. Watching you spiral from one thought to the next was not unfamiliar, but watching the way tears gathered in your eyes and the way you gasped for air felt different from the men he'd once helped. You shouldn't have known where he was. He was pissed. You had been put into danger because of him and the line of work he did. But you showed strength he'd never seen before. No, not strength. He'd seen a women ready to do anything to survive, to protect and save. He'd seen a women kill with ease, a hollow look in her eyes.

He knew then that it hadn't been the first time you'd been put into a position that decided the fate of another. You were broken just like him and that realization ached his heart in a new way. You with your bright smile and easy composure was broken just like him. Just like anyone who'd been through war, forced to survive in a world built to kill your hopes and dreams. You who did her best to be positive, to care and love those around her despite being broken. And all he did was assume that you were too naive and innocent to understand the real world. How wrong he was and how right of you to always prove him wrong.

He found a bench to set you down. You complied, too distracted by your panic to notice. He kneeled before you and studied your face, his hands held yours. Thumb pressing circles into the back of your palms. He spoke to you, "We're okay. Your sitting on a bench and I'm here." His deep voice quieted the thoughts but didn't lesson the feeling of unease.

"YOU almost DIED," your head shook, hair falling down around your shoulders and tears pouring out of your eyes, "if I had been a second late, you would have died."

Speaking the words aloud was an alarming realization. Thinking is one thing but saying it aloud and realizing just how true it could have been scared you.

"Hey," he moved closer, soft blue eyes holding your own, his rough but gentle hands cupping your face, "I'm right here. See"

He nodded slightly as if to reaffirm he was really there. As if moving his head would make you realize how true that statement was, "My hands are touching your cheek, do you feel them?"

He asked patiently, quietly. You sniffed and leaned into his touch with closed eyes, "Yes, I feel them"

"How do they feel?" His question guided you away from darker thoughts.

"Warm, a bit rough"

He chuckled, "I'd say sorry but these working hands make it possible for you to have all the books you'd like."

You giggled through the tears. You'd opened your eyes to look at him and found yourself going through another wave of fear and sadness, "I was so scared," you sniffed.

Not knowing was the worst. Which brings you to your earlier frustrations. You found yourself glaring angrily at him. "If I wasn't at the house with Polly, if I hadn't walked up the stairs and listened to their conversation. I wouldn't have been here with you. You could've been dead and I wouldn't know. I wouldn't know anything. Why would you hide this from me?"

The answer was obvious but you still thought that you'd proven to be more than just a nobody who'd wander into their lives. You thought you had been family. They were family for you. Did they not see you as family?

"Am I not, family? Do you not care about me?" You whispered.

His lips quirked in amusement, your shift in moods was a good sign, if a little disadvantages for him, "Ay, your family. But that don't mean I want you put in danger." He conceded. "I don't want you doing that again, eh" the last part was final. His eyes turned hard as his thumb caressed your cheeks, "No more running wildly into danger." He added a bit more softly.

You stared him down with annoyance, "If it weren't for me, you'd still be with those assholes holding guns to your head." You rushed, "Guns Tommy. They were all holding guns to your head."

He stood pulling you up with him, "I was fine, I had 'em where I wanted 'em."

He stuffed his hands into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. You watched bewildered as he wrapped his mouth around the cigarette and lit it. Nonchalantly pulling from it and breathing it out.

This man, your mind hissed. "A plan, that only you know. A plan that isolated everyone you cared about from being aware!" You exclaimed irritated. "If your plan was to have everyone split off doing their own thing, then GREAT FUCKING JOB, THOMAS!"

He stared at you with a raised brow and a smirk. As if seeing you get angry and worried over his wellbeing was somehow amusing for him. "Do you have any idea how worried I was? How panicked Arthur and John were?" You asked but didn't allow him to answer, "They were seconds away from having every fuckin' peaky under their belt go out and search for trouble. As if rounding up the opposing enemy's minions would solve anything? I mean seriously, not one fuckin person really knew what was going on and the only thing I knew was that they were taking you to the last meet up spot!"

Your arms waved into the air, "I was damn lucky Polly knew a bit more than Arthur and John but you have no idea how scared I was! I thought I was gonna find your dead body and I wouldn't-"

Wouldn't have gotten to tell you how I felt, your thoughts finished the sentence for you. You took a deep breathe and turned away from his unwavering gaze, "Point is, you're an ass."

That wasn't your main point but it should do, right?

"You care about me?" After all your ranting and that's the one thing he got? It wasn't even a question. Judging by his tiny pleased smirk. Ass.

You rolled your eyes, "Come now, Mr. Shelby, you're a smart man. You know I do."

He had to have known, you weren't subtle. Sure you never said anything explicitly about your feelings but you were terrible at hiding your affections for others. If you cared about someone you made sure to show it in little and big ways. You learned early, what holding back affections would do to your mental state when the person you cared about died.

He was silent for a moment and you worried he had left you. But then you heard him move. He tugged at your arm and turned you towards him, his hand falling to rest on your waist. He'd tossed the cigarette aside and was now pushing your hair behind your ear, "I'm sorry I made you worry, for scaring you and for forcing you to take action."

You expected him to demand you drop the matter entirely. Expected him to try and change the subject as he often did when you asked questions that lead to darker realizations. You even expected him to gloss over your minor confession. But not this.

You looked up at him, dazed and confused, "I wanted-"

He shook his head, "No, it doesn't matter that you wanted too. What matters is that I forced you to feel as if I wouldn't succeed and... I forced you to do something that breaks pieces of you."

"I don't want that for you. I want you to be safe and happy. Not mixed up in my bullshit work, eh." He was close, too close. He smelled of gunpowder, cigarettes and mint. An odd mix but somehow comforting. You told yourself it's because he was alive. He was here with you and not about to be buried in the ground.

"I can handle myself," you mumbled softly.

His traced over your features. Taking in your furrowed brows and pouted lips, "I see that, I know it to be true, but." He paused, his hand cupped your cheek, holding you so gently as if he was scared you'd break, "I'd rather you protect yourself than protect me."

A nice sentiment but unfounded because at the end of the day you were protecting yourself. "I was." You concluded with a small smile, "I was protecting my heart from heartache." Your hands nestled themselves onto his chest, pressing into him to fully feel him beneath his close. You could distantly feel his heartbeat.

"I...wouldn't be able to breath, to live, nor forgive myself if I didn't do something, anything to keep you alive." You inhaled sharply, "I care too much about you, Thomas" you laughed, embarrassed for admitting it, "Sometimes I hate you for making me feel this way."

Your heart stuttered, not out of fear or anxiety but anticipation. Up close you noticed that his eyes were much brighter and intense. You could practically trace his cheekbones with your fingers. His nose brushed against yours, your eyes fluttered shut and he was just mere centimeters away from touching your lips with his, "Do you?"

His lips whispered against yours. "Do I what? You whispered back.

"Hate me?"

You didn't. You were certain you could never hate him. Instead of answering you pushed forward and pressed your lips against his. Why answer verbally when you can just show him?

You pressed yourself into his body, enjoying the way your body fit into his with ease. Especially the way he pulled you in with a hand at your hip and the other cupping the back of your neck. Your fingers twisted itself into his suit jacket, and pulled him closer as if you could melt into him.

When you pulled away, your heart swelled with happiness. Kissing him was way better than daydreaming.

He hummed, "No more running blindly into danger."

"I wouldn't have to run blindly into danger if you told me what was going on and what you planned."

He tilted his head and then nodded. You made a fair point, "No running into danger then."

He wasn't going to let that go. You sighed, "Then don't be in danger."

"I can't do that."

"Then you'll be yelling at me often." You asserted softly.

He breathed in a soft smile and a chuckle racking his body, "Is this my life now?"

You raised a brow, and fought the giggle that wanted to escape.

"You nagging me about my business ventures and then following me into danger no matter how many times I tell you not too," you leaned into his hand that held your face, "Dragging me back home, yelling about how worried you'd been, saying your angry and scared and you'll cry for a bit. Then you'll go back to scolding me." He sighed, "The headaches I'll get because of you."

You scoffed, "Oh please, those headaches will have nothing on the heart attacks you'll give me"

You pulled away and grabbed his hand, "Let's go, you look a mess and need to eat."

And as he said, you dragged him back home. Where he belonged.

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nanivinsmoke · 2 years

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Oh can I get Robin with a male S/O that she betrayed in her days before the straw hats that she genuinely loved but betrayed them out of fear of being sold out by them and they meet again while she's with the straw hats and while they both still love eachother he's still hurt and angry that she betrayed him but they do end up back together so basically Fluff to agnst and back to fluff.

yes you may! here you go, also thanks for the male sub, i need to grow with this.

Robin x Male!Reader | Feelings

before thriller bark, but after enies lobby.

angst and fluff

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She didn’t expect to see him again, she didn’t know what to say. How many years has it been? It didn’t matter, she couldn’t forget about him. Not after what she did and said to him. Her heart banged in her chest, as she stared into his eyes that had pain all over them. ‘Y/N, im sorry’. Robin began apologizing, feeling every emotion she felt that day come back to her. She had hurt you, the person she loved.

The male chuckled, and shook off the loosened hands of the woman’s crew mates, before he spoke. ‘Save your apologies for someone who cares’ He glared at her, that day replaying in his head each time her stared into her blue eyes. She sighed and looked at her friends, she wanted to be alone with him. She needed him to know how sorry she is, and to hear him out on everything. Even if he would hate her in the end, she would be okay knowing that she finally got to hear how he felt.

‘But I don’t want to go! Ouch!’ Her captain poured before being hit in his head by the navigator, before being dragged away finally leaving the tow of them alone. ‘Y/N, I know how you feel—‘ She began but was quickly shot down. ‘No! You don’t know how I feel, I gave you my all and you threw it all away. I put my trust in you, I believed in you. I never gave you any reason to think I would betray you. And on top of that, you made me love you, Nico Robin’

Tears were forming at his eyes, this was the first time she seen him cry. ‘I knew about your history, I knew about your island, and how the world government was after you. I knew that and I didn’t care. I just knew that I was always going to be there for you, I was going to protect you’ Hearing that warmed her heart, she was so scared of being alive and hunted, that she couldn’t see this man would do anything to keep her alive.

But, she realizes that now. Thanks to her friends that helped her realize living isn’t a crime. She stood up and moved closer to him, engulfing him in a hug; as the tears he so tried to keep from falling, fell from his eyes. ‘That day you left, it felt like I died and way in hell. When you told me you were using me and that I meant nothing to you, I didn’t believe it. But when you left and didn’t come back, I knew you were serious. I didn’t sleep for days, I barely ate. That sadness soon turned to anger, and I pushed away everyone who cared about me’

He paused and pulled away, while she sprouted an extra limb and grabbed a tissue for him. ‘I began to think about what I would do and say to you. I thought about being cruel and calling you names, but deep down in my heart I knew I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything mean to you, I couldn’t hurt you because you had been hurt enough. I still loved you. I still do to this day’ He admitted.

Her mind was all over the place. She was trying to decide what to say. But, her heart made a decision for her. She grabbed them by their chin, kissing them with passion. She still loved him. Tears cascaded down her pale face, and she pulled away. ‘I was scared, I didn’t know if I could love someone again. No matter how much I tried to fake it, I still loved you Y/N. But, do I deserve your love?’ She questioned with a smile, that was dying to collapse.

‘If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I think I would be at peace with how things end today. If you could trust me once more, I promise I won’t break it. And maybe, we could work on us’ She spoke hopefully. She wanted to be with him. He said nothing and turned away, and she took that as a no. She sighed, and her lips trembled before she forced another smile. ‘Goodb—‘

‘Okay, I forgive you. Robin’

Those words made her swoon. From that day, the two old lovers began to work on their relationship. That same day, Robin asked could he join their crew, and her captain immediately said yes. He was the perfect addition and fit right in.

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hannahmanderr · 1 year

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DannyMay Day 5 - 10 min vs. 1 hour

Words (10 min): 259

Words (1 hour): 1613 (FFN)

Summary: They say your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. Dash discovers that his brain has other ideas - namely, focusing on his bisexual awakening (post-reveal Danny/Dash)

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~10 min.~

Dash thought dying would involve more reminiscing of his life. All those golden memories that flash before your eyes, like in the movies. His first touchdown, his first kiss, that sort of thing.

And yet as he plummeted towards the ground and time seemed to move in slow motion, he found himself annoyed. Of course he wouldn’t get to relive his life’s greatest hits.

Of course he’d be forced to think about the one person he didn’t want to think about, the person who was supposed to be saving him right now.

He hated the thrill that ran down his spine when he thought about that person swooping down, sweeping him up, and flying off with him into the sunset.

Stupid Fenton. Stupid wind-swept dark hair. Stupid endless blue eyes.

Stupid bisexual awakening moments before death.

Dash closed his eyes. If he was going to die, he might as well just suck it up and face the music. At least then he could die knowing he wasn’t such a coward that he couldn’t finish what he’d started.

Alright Fenton, he thought to himself. You got me.

The ground was getting closer and closer now. He tried to ignore it.

Then, just seconds before impact, he was jolted to the side and he started falling sideways. No, wait. Not falling sideways.

Being carried.

“You’re an idiot, you know that, right Baxter?” Danny’s voice came through the rushing wind.

Dash could only nod mutely and wonder if his racing heart was because of the near-death experience or because of the rescue.

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~1 hour~

Look, no matter what anyone tries to claim, I wasn’t trying to fall off the building, alright?

I mean it wasn’t even my idea to have the junior prom on the roof of one of the tallest buildings in Amity Park. I was only on the roof ‘cause that’s where prom was, end of story.

No, I wasn’t sloshed. And I wasn’t high either. I’m not an idiot; I’m not gonna do something that’s gonna get me kicked off the team. People just sometimes fall off of buildings, especially in cities that are literally haunted by ghosts.

God, I swear none of the teachers at Casper have a clue how to handle themselves and all of us around ghosts. Like come on, us students have been involved in way more ghost stuff. We saved all the adults that one time!

Ugh, whatever. Not important. The point is, I didn’t fall off the building on purpose. The ghost that came and crashed the prom just happened to fly right towards me. As I was just standing there, doing nothing.

… near the edge of the roof.

It caught me by surprise, alright? Like it wouldn’t happen to anyone else. I’m the most athletic kid in school, if a ghost can knock me off my feet, it can happen to anyone.

So yeah, I was basically falling twenty-six stories at breakneck speed.

Heh. Breakneck. You know, ‘cause landing on the ground would break my - you know what, forget it.

But yeah. Whoop-de-doo, this was how the King of Casper High goes, apparently. Being knocked off the building in a random ghost attack. During junior prom of all things.

Aw man, everyone was watching me, weren’t they?

I saw a flash of light from back on top of the roof. Thank God, Fenton was finally getting up off his -

Nope. Nuh-uh. We aren’t going there, Baxter.

… oh, who was I kidding. If I was gonna die, I was gonna face it like a man. Face everything head on, you know? Especially ‘cause my life was definitely not flashing before my eyes. Which sucked. There would’ve been some memories I would’ve liked to revisit. Like when I scored my first ever touchdown. That was sweet! Or when I got my car and drove it for the first time. Or my first kiss -

- argh, no! No, I was not gonna think about kissing, or think about Fenton, or think about his dark hair and how shiny it is, or think about that little face he makes when he’s excited about something, that one is so cu-

- I hate everything.

I hate this. I hated the fact that I was falling towards my certain death. I hated that I had been dumb enough to walk off and hang out towards the edge. I hated the fact that I was even at this lame prom in the first place. I hated that I hadn’t been able to come with the person I really wanted to come with.

I hated that the person I wanted to take to prom was freaking Danny Fenton.

There, alright? I admitted it. I could die happy.

Except I wasn’t happy. It’s like whenever I think of him, my stomach does all these crazy flips and stuff like I see him doing in the sky all the time, and I can’t tell if it’s ‘cause I hate him or ‘cause I… ugh, don’t hate him. I’m not going any farther than that, nope.

It doesn’t help that it’s not easy to avoid thinking about him. He’s in the majority of my classes, and beyond that, his stupid face is plastered all over the city. Heck, I walk out my front door and there’s a huge billboard with, like, “HOME OF DANNY PHANTOM” written on it, right next to his picture.

It definitely doesn’t help that it’s a really good picture.

You know, shouldn’t he have been helping me? It wasn’t like him to just abandon a civvie like me to the wolves. The wolves in this case being the concrete that was approaching way too quickly for my liking.

It’s whatever. He’s gotta keep everyone else from falling off the roof too, I guess.

Didn’t keep my stomach from doing a freaking trapeze act when I thought about him swooping down and rescuing me. And then he’d look at me with those pretty green eyes and tell me I’m an idiot and I’d sit there and let him because he wouldn’t be wrong.

Yeah. Whatever at this point, right? Not like I’d be alive long enough to live it down, anyway.

I was the idiot in love with Fenton.

Does anyone else know? God, no. I have a rep to maintain, you know! It’s not easy being me. Like I could ever be seen crushing on a loser, whether that loser was a superhero or not.

I mean don’t get me wrong, they guys on the team are like, super chill. It’s not like I’m necessarily worried about them beating me up for liking a guy or anything, but come on. Hundreds of other guys at Casper High and I had to pick on the one guy that was the worst for me to crush on?

And to be honest, I didn’t really feel like trying to justify the fact that I’d gone out with a bunch of girls before. Again, most of the guys on the team aren’t homophobic or anything, but that doesn’t mean they understand everything, like the fact that bi people exist. Honestly, I bet most people think I don’t understand the fact that bi people exist.

Look, I might, ah, help loser-types understand their place, but I have standards. I’m not gonna be a weird bigot about it.

(Also that concrete was definitely getting closer, where the heck was Fenton?)

Except for some reason, even though I was admitting this to myself, I could hear Kwan’s voice in my head, telling me that I wasn’t being totally honest. Kwan, who would definitely be the last person I would think would suspect my secret.

Which probably meant the voice was right.

Okay, so I might, emphasis on might, be the teeniest bit nervous about approaching Fenton. Not scared! Dash Baxter doesn’t do scared. Just, uhh, a little antsy. Like how I get right before a game.

Argh, fine, a lot antsy.

It’s double stupid ‘cause I have no reason to be. He and Manson broke up like, only a couple months after the whole asteroid thing, and it somehow leaked that he swung both ways a little bit after that. He hasn’t gone out with anyone since, which is kind of surprising, really. I would’ve thought a superhero like him would’ve been snatched up right away.

Especially with how I’ve heard other kids at Casper fawning over him. He’d have the lion’s share of potential partners.

… Oh my God, do not tell me this whole thing was some sort of inferiority complex on my part. I mean sure, I did beat up on him for the better part of middle school and our freshman year, but I stopped, and, again: I’m the King of Casper High. Who wouldn’t want to go out with me?

Apparently my subconscious has decided the one person who wouldn’t want to go out with me is the one person I want to go out with.

Well, no sense in worrying about it. The ground was getting closer and closer, and really, I was kind of surprised that time felt like it’d slowed down as much as it had. And of course, Fenton and that pretty white hair of his were nowhere in sight.

Just my luck.

I closed my eyes. Might as well make my last few moments count, right?

And so I started imagining how things would’ve turned out differently if, let’s say, I’d been able to take Fenton as my date to prom. We would’ve had a blast laughing about Brady, who had definitely been the one to spike the punch and then proceed to chug it. And we would’ve just hung out and talked about sports and space and the stars and anything else he wanted. Then a slow song would’ve come on, and I would’ve taken him out onto the floor and danced with him, hand in hand just like a real couple. His gorgeous blue eyes would’ve had that little mischievous twinkle they get all the time when I inevitably tripped over my own feet while dancing ‘cause I’d be so nervous.

And then he’d laugh and wrap his arms around me, and I would’ve pulled him closer, and we would’ve leaned in all quiet and excited, and his lips would be right there and -

“GAHHH!!”

Okay, I’ve taken some nasty hits during games, but whatever had just plowed into my ribs hurt like crazy. Was it the ground? Was I still alive?

A quick scan told me that yes, somehow I was still alive?

And it wasn’t the ground that I’d crashed into. Or, more accurately in this case, crashed into me.

White hair stung my cheeks as it whipped around in the wind.

“Jeez, Baxter, what were you thinking?” came Fenton’s voice. He set me down on the ground and fixed me with a look that sent my heart racing. “Why on earth were you that close to the edge?”

I couldn’t help it. I closed the gap between us.

His lips were cold and chapped. Totally different than any girl I’d ever kissed.

I broke it off. He stared back at me with his wide eyes. I just grinned and asked, “Wanna go to prom with me?”

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