#unless i pop in randomly

[poughkeepsies]

my poor fucking laptop is on its last legs and i have absolutely no money to fix the battery or get a new one

[twittypye]

Just had a random thought for all the Avatrice shippers out there.

Do we think Ava was Beatrice's first love or?

I think we all know where Ava stands tbh and we can thank Mary for calling her out back in S1 but where does Bea stand?

Like she got sent to Catholic boarding school because she wasn't conforming to her parents' standards or whatever right? I wonder what provoked that response like was she caught with someone behind the bike sheds or something...

[medicinemane]

Everyone's against cringe culture and shit like that, but pretty much everyone seems to have an arbitrary line they draw in the sand

I'm not talking concrete lines where like you have some quantifiable metric for it. You think I don't have lines? Of course I do, there's stuff that's blatantly stuff that causes direct harm to people, though at that point it's not about someone being weird, it's about someone doing actual bona fide harm

But that's the thing, a lot of people it's just they'll be like "no, we shouldn't make fun of people... but this person's being weird"

And it's like... you can say anyone's being weird. If that's where we draw the line then literally there's no reason for people not to make fun of you for innocent but slightly weird shit, and we're right back where we started

"Yeah, but this person's being weird", yeah, not shit, I think they're weird too but like... that's not the point, that's irrelevant. The point is that you can't just shift the rules. If it's wrong to shit on some people for being weird, it's wrong to shit on any people for being weird. You need to produce some quantifiable bad they're doing like say... going in to strangers in boxes to say stuff that makes them uncomfortable, now we've got a clear reason why what they're doing isn't ok

Though to be clear here, they're still not bad for being weird, they're bad for their other actions

Like... I don't want to give an actual examples, cause it honestly doesn't matter, but do you think I don't browse the internet and find all kinds of stuff where I think "could you fucking not"?

...but then I move on cause it's honestly not worth my fucking time. Either there's an actionable offense that needs reporting or I can just move on (or a need to change things so certain destructive or dangerous behaviors can be reported, though that requires being able to say why this needs to be a thing in concrete terms)

Just... I don't know... drives me nuts how people, including people I like, will talk a big game about cringe culture needing to die, but then do the exact same shit

"But you don't get it, this time they we're being too weird, it was creepy", yeah, but they weren't actually hurting anyone, and guess what? There's someone out there who'd be happy to use that excuse to shit on you

So there it is

[randomnameless]

Today I learned Mercedes' mother was a man

I received so many Mercedes asks in the span of a few days lol

No one said she wasn't

It's another half of the problem, for sure in various FE verses the Ladies (wife of Lord X or Lord X's mom) doesn't exist, but it's still superweird that 1/ Mercedes's mom being pregnant, thus having a Martritz heir on the way, wasn't enough to save the House from being dissolved 2/Lady Martritz (Mercie's mom) who has a crest is as relevant as airpods when we're talking about whether a house should be dissolved or not.

The main issue regarding House Martritz is how it was dissolved when the head of the House died - even if his wife and heir were still around.

I'm pretty sure it's not the same anon lol

But Mercedes's mom, unless Fodlan is a Mpreg universe, was a woman.

So maybe you're right, they weren't sexist against an unborn child because gender reveal parties aren't a thing in Fodlan, but the House dying when the Lady - with the Crest !! - wife of the Lord was still around (with their heir!) means there's at least some sexism regarding... Mercedes's mom.

But she's most likely not a young maiden anymore, so we shouldn't care?

Is she singing jpop songs

To make a parallel, I don't think House Reglay would disappear if Pent happened to die in FE7, both because Louise is still around and Klein was already conceived (even if, by virtue of no gender reveal party no one would have known as of yet if Klein had a peepee or not).

Maybe because Etruria - in the Elibe verse - as a woman general, and not only as a "general who", but Cecilia is part of the quatuor of awesome people most ranked bar the royal fam itself (iirc? it has been a long time since I visited Elibe) in the country?

In Adrestia though... Well.

Mercedes's mom, Mercedes and to a lesser extent, Constance (or heck, even Bernie and that Varley daughter who participated in the Southern Church insurrection) tell a different story, Adrestia, at least the one we see, isn't Etruria!

[orcelito]

Finally... in my own bed for the first time in over a week......

God I missed this thing

[interstellarbookofflowers]

i literally dont understand one thing

how fucking hard is it to maintain distance when asked??

fucking hilarious that mr man unfollowed me on tt to immediately follow me again. why???? like bitch i know u stalk me so i blocked u on the only social media that matters (which is right here)

if u want to talk and apologize properly, stop fucking being cryptic unless you want to get blocked. i dont give a flying fuck, im enraged. theres literally outlets for you to reach out to me, no need to play attention seeker on random social media. ffs get a life

[nalver]

this is my new favorite way of experiencing tumblr

[friedricebunny]

when that writing tip everyone has been telling you to do for years that you thought wouldn't work at all actually works

[lunartulips]

𝐴𝐿𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑅 𝐴𝑆 𝐴 𝐵𝑂𝑌𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑁𝐷 { 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁𝑆 }

⇣

Very loving lover. To say the least. Probably the best thing that’s ever happened to him since he’s been in hell

Alastor would greet you in the morning with a big smile

“Good morning! It’s absolutely deadly in hell isn’t it?” Or if you walk in and see him eating then he’ll offer you a plate. Even if it’s a dead deer.

“You look well-rested, care for some deer?”

Since he’s the radio demon and feared by many he’ll make sure that you’re protected at all cost. Even bribing Husker to watch over you when he can’t, with booze of course

“Do take care of them I’ll be stepping out for a moment”

“Yeah yeah, got it now go”

Compliments I feel are a must. He’ll say compliments during the day or randomly. Smiling and looking straight at you when he does.

“My, don’t you look breathtaking today-!”

Flirting, probably would or won’t. When he does he’ll be a gentleman when he speaks. Holding your hand and adding a gentle kiss when he’s done, very like him. In a low tone voice to feel flirtatious

“My my, what a darling demon we have here~”

“Acting shy now? How adorable”

Alastor would be very protective and wouldn’t hesitate to tear a few limps off to protect you. Since he’s so gruesome with handling ‘enemies’ he’ll probably distract you from seeing such things with your own eyes. Or hold you close to his chest as he unleashed his wrath on another

“Hm? Oh don’t worry at all-! I’m simply ℒℰᎯᏉℐℕᎶ Ꭿ ℳℰ��ЅᎯᎶℰ….”

“Don’t worry, how about some dinner hm? I’ll let you wait inside-!”

Very cute nicknames for you. Like darling, dearest, and honey. Alastor will call out to you using those names to find you, even in front of everyone, had no shame or embarrassment about it

Even outside of the hotel when he takes walks

“Ah-! There you are darling-!”

Oh boy….when this demon is jealous it’s every sinner for themselves. With you he’ll do his best to hold back so he wouldn’t scare or hurt you. Of course everyone else from the hotel will be staring and just watch. Charlie would probably try to calm him down before more heads roll. But Angel Dust would probably edge him on.

“Uh, Alastor? Please calm yourself please?”

“No! Keep going! So them who Y/N’s lover!”

There’ll be lots of blood and destruction when he’s jealous but of course he’ll won’t immediately go to violence when he’s jealous. Alastor can also stay close to you and place a protective hand either on your shoulder or around your waist. And would just give them eyes of death to the demon or person who dares talk to you in front of him

Dates would be very causal. Either meat dinners or hanging out with him listening to the radio

Love Language would be Quality time <3

Walks around the city in the wrath ring or joining him in his recoding studio when he’s on the air. When you work in the Hazbin Hotel he’ll pop in to checkup on you. And, when needed, he’ll help you in any way he can. He’ll make sure that you to have lots of time together both during work hours and when you clock out.

“You look like your struggling with this, allow me my dear-!”

Holding hands will be included with this relationship, along with him smiling a lot both at you and in general. Like the gentlemen he is he’ll make sure that your smiling with him.

“You’re never fully dressed without a smile~”

Alastor would be a very interesting demon to date with. Protective and old fashioned. Always smiling and would hum songs to you when you’re stress

Not only that. He’ll make sure you will avoid the three V’s/Vees. Especially Vox. If that does happen or you accidentally cross paths make sure you have a pair of sunglasses and stay behind a strong building before things get very ugly well quick unless you want to see such horrific scenes

But if that doesn’t happen then all things should be float

𝐴𝐿𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑅 𝐴𝑆 𝐴 𝐵𝑂𝑌𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑁𝐷 { 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁𝑆 }

written by Lunartulips ☾ & ✿

[intuitively-her]

You've been through many trials and tribulations that have only made you stronger! I'm getting specifically that you don't look like the things you've been through. From the outside, you actually look perfect, or your lifestyle does. People would never know the sacrifices it took for you to get here though. Most people wouldn't have even made it through some of the obstacles that you've faced. I also get the vibe that you're very reserved with your energy. Kinda like you don't speak unless spoken to. Not in a bad way though. You could be an ambivert. ENTJ? INFJ? You don't have to do the most to get attention, it comes natural to you. You know how to stand alone. Never been a "follow the leader" type. Your balance and stability are surprising as well. It could be because of your age. Or maybe you used to live a reckless lifestyle but managed to pull yourself out of it. I feel like you have a tendency to go ghost for awhile, but then randomly pop out on some new sh*t. People can never keep up with you. You're an enigma. It kinda frustrates people tbh.😂 On the flip side, you are very loving to those closest to you. You always trust yourself and follow your heart to wherever it leads you. You are your top priority and will always make sure your cup is full before giving to someone else. If your love is not being reciprocated, then you will simply leave. Your love is intense.❤️‍🔥 You could be a gift-giver or you enjoy doing acts of kindness. You always know what to do/say at the right moment. Lastly, your star qualities are VERY attractive to others.🤩 You're so humble about it too. You could be an influencer or have an active presence on social media. You have a lot of copycats and people that try to emulate your energy. It never really sticks though.

Confirmations: Confident, Intellectual, 777, Sarcastic, Smart-ass, Mixed signals, Intimidating, 1010, Charming, Promiscuous, Friendly, Competitive, Creative

You always find a way to turn your pain into power! It doesn't matter how many hardships you face, you never let it keep you down. You're always onto the next best thing. Always looking towards the future. Someone here likes to take solo-trips often or you enjoy hiking/being in nature. You often come up creative ideas or new ways to make money. Always willing to learn something new. That trait of yours is highly admired by your bosses/higher-ups. You work very well with others. When people work with you, it quite literally increases their luck and money flow. So be mindful of who you share that energy with. You are such a kind and loving individual, even at your lowest. Give yourself more credit boo!❤️ You're very committed to your self-improvement and personal goals no matter what you go through. That's something to be proud of.

Confirmations: Famous, Sexy voice, 111, Friendly, Funny, Someone here has a cat that is very clingy, 444, Pretty skin, Hermoine from Harry Potter, Elusive, Life of the party, Genuine, Beautiful, Seeing 8's everywhere, Someone here owns an exotic animal or you want one

You know how to transmute any negative energy/situation that is sent your way. You are an alchemist. This is my witchy pile.🔮 You like to play fair and see both sides in situations. Very unbiased. However, you'll also put a b*tch in their place if needed. Cause I'm getting that people like to come into your energy to test/bully you for some reason. But you shut that sh*t down real quick.✅ You may be very introverted, or you have this innocent/naive vibe to you. A lot of people blindly trust you. They know you would never try to cross them. You're a big risk taker. You might do something unconventional for work. People love how you march to the beat of your drum always. You might spend a lot of time alone or you keep a close-knit group of friends. You're not afraid to stand alone whatsoever. Nobody can steal your happiness. That is what's most powerful about you.⭐

Confirmations: Genuine, 911, 818, Mysterious, Intoxicating, 717, Witch, Self-absorbed, Pretty eyes, 737, 777, Uptight, Predator, Intellectual, Elusive

You're more than what meets the eye. From the outside, you seem very shy or monotonous even. But you're a true gem baby.💎Your charisma and charm is one of a kind. You stand out without even realizing it. Your wit and sarcasm is very attractive. You have a very unbothered vibe to you. In your own lane, and outta the mix. It makes me think of "Daria". You might go ghost pretty often. You're very big on self-care and your alone time. On the go a lot. ✈️People feel like they can't get ahold of you anymore. You're very focused on self these days. Me vs. me kinda energy. You're a natural creator. Very artistic and out of the box. You might've been this way since childhood. You're often the topic of discussion to those around you. People really enjoy having you around, whether you know this or not. You're a sweetheart once you truly open up. People feel lucky that they took the time to get to know you. You're a true friend.🩷

Confirmations: Clingy, 111, Wife, Light skin tone, 222, One night stand, Player, 999, Mixed signals, Addict, Psychic, Lazy, Outgoing, Eccentric

💖Please do not copy, repost, or steal my work. Thanks!💖

I missed you guyss xx!!🩷🩷🩷

[joemama-2]

nanami kento has always been a patient man. he’s respectful and doesn’t talk to unless spoken to. he doesn’t like most people, might even hate some. but you’re not the type of person he would exactly hate, unlike a certain someone. he thinks you’re kind, polite, you always bow respectfully to your seniors, you diligently complete every task that’s asked of you. there’s also one more thing about you….he just cant put his finger on it. maybe you’re just tolerable, yeah that’s it.

you’re not a sorcerer, at least not a very good one. it’s why you’ve opted to be an auxiliary manager like ijichi and akari. “as long as i get to help the sorcerers in battle, i’m fine with whatever position i’ve been assigned.” you would say with a big and warm smile, innocently, naively. he thinks you’re too good for such a rotten society, something like that will get people killed. and he doesn’t want you on that list.

when he first met you back in high school, he didn’t think much of you. you weren’t a special grade, you didn’t have any awesome technique, you were just simply there. maybe you have connections, he thought. because there’s no way someone like you was admitted into tokyo jujutsu high. to this day, he doesn’t know how you did it. maybe you have some super cool talent that you didn’t like showing, maybe you just won over everyone’s hearts and they felt pity for you, he’ll never be able to find out. that’s one of his many regrets.

his other regrets are letting himself grow attached for no reason. no matter what, his eyes had a mind of his own, searching and scanning any room or environment for your figure. he chalks it up to protectiveness, you weren’t strong like he was and he didn’t want to see another comrade die. because thats all you were, a comrade. a comrade. a comrade. he chants this mantra into his mind every morning.

nanami didn’t know how it happened, but one thing led to another and he was always alone with you. comfortable silence was what he loved the most. you two could sit together for hours in a flower field you came across one day, just watching the sky and clouds form random shapes. you liked when they made hearts and little animals. although he always argued that they’re just clouds.

but, clouds almost reminded him of you. free, soft, floating around from place to place, and residing high in the sky. because he knew, no matter what, you were one of the few people who would go to heaven in this sick world, sick society. you belonged in heaven, you looked like an angel, acted like a goddess.

“let’s go to malaysia together.” you told him randomly one day, seeing an ad pop up about a beautiful vacation spot. kuantan. he didn’t take you too seriously. malaysia? out of all places? he didn’t see the hype.

all these thoughts flood his brain when he sees your body, looking lifeless and bloody, next to ijichi. you two have huge stab wounds in your mid-section. however, you have a bit more than your co-part, clear signs of your fight. even when you know you don’t have the upper hand, you won’t hesitate to fight back.

it’s hard as he carries you two, having to make sure ijichi doesn’t fall off his back while simultaneously holding you close to his chest. his heart twists and turns, stomach churning the entirety of the slow walk he does to bring you two back to ieiri. his mind is running rampant, constantly looking down at you. you can’t be dead, he thinks. neither of you two are dead, he can’t see more comrades die.

it’s almost weird to him how his throat tightens, tears stinging at his eyes. you don’t move, head lolling to the side as barely a sign of a breath is escaping your lips. your skin is pale and bruising. he hates it, hates how you look, hates how hurt you are, hates how he wasn’t there to stop it and protect you.

he sets you down first once he reaches shoko, handing the passed out ijichi to her. finally, he kneels down, taking in your appearance. nanami rarely gets mad, at least not seriously. but this time, he’s absolutely furious. silently seething as he breathing gets heavy. his fists clench by his side, nails drawing blood into the skin.

he gets up, no being able to stand how you look. but, he forgets you’re a fighter, forgets that no matter what, you look out for the sorcerers. out for him.

“kento….” you straggle out, hand weakly clutching onto his. you can barely keep your eyelids open. you mutter out the next few words. “…man….blonde……ponytail……s-sword….”

ah, he thinks. that’s his target.

he gulps, simply nodding. but your hand stays clutched onto his. using all your strength, you open your eyes wider, and he hates the tears that form in them. “….come back to me please…..”

he feels like crying with you. but he can’t, not now at least. he kneels down again, bringing the back of your hand up to his lips to press feather light kisses to each knuckle. his other hand gently uses his thumb to wipe your tears, treating you with utmost care. “kuantan,” he murmurs. “when this is all over, i’ll take you.”

you weakly chuckle, more tears falling at this point. “..p-promise..?”

he hesitates, but you notice. “promise.“ he says back, leaning down to give your forehead a kiss, sealing the promise. he places your hand back to your stomach before getting up to leave, not before sparing you one last glance.

and as you watch him leave, you don’t even know that it’s the last time you’ll ever see him, last time he’ll ever see you. because you trust his word, trusted that he’d come back to you.

nanami leaves with a heavy heart, staring death in the face and yet all he can think about is you. there’s many regrets he has.

he broke your guys’ promise, he hopes you won’t stay mad at him.

he won’t be able to take you to kuantan.

he won’t be able to see you, hold you, talk to you.

and finally, he wasn’t able to confess that he loved the simplicity. that he loved you.

he’ll see you again, in heaven and in another life. until then, he’ll watch over you. because nanami kento has always been a patient man.

[weenwrites]

What if some of the TFP Decepticons (let’s say Soundwave, Starscream, Dreadwing) were keeping a secret romance with a human behind Megatron’s back? What will happen when Megatron inevitably finds out about it? (HCs please)

Secret Relationships

Summary - Secret relationships with giant robots stuck in a war can remain secret for only oh so long... Characters - Soundwave, Starscream, Dreadwing Content - Fluff, Angst Category - Headcanons Trigger Warnings - Character Death

✎ A/N: Thank you for the request! I had a lot of fun writing these!

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Soundwave

No one knows how exactly Soundwave ever fell in love with a human, let alone the reason why he kept it a secret, but if he was willing to go this far for you, then it means that you are—without a doubt—special to him (but what he sees in you is what makes everyone else aboard the Nemesis curious, once the secret's out of course).

The moment before the two of you began officially dating, they made it clear that you must keep the relationship a secret, and as such, this may not be the best or happiest relationship. Meetings must be secret and planned in advance, and he's more often than not kept aboard the Nemesis for work, meaning that it's a rare treat to even see him.

But they try their best to be a good partner. He frequently sends you gifts, and most of the time spent together is over texts, so it's kind of like a long-distance relationship. But whenever the two of you have a moment you can spend together in person, he enjoys going sightseeing. But he has to be careful about how frequently he uses groundbridges, because every destination is most likely recorded and kept on a datalog that he can't easily erase without arousing some suspicion.

The two of you have most likely spoken about the war before, and whether you decided to pop a question about leaving the decepticons is up to you. But he comes to learn that being around you makes them realize just how exhausting the war is. It never used to feel this draining. It never used to take such a massive toll on him. It never used to feel so... Hopeless. It's depressing, honestly, which makes him look forward to the little moments of peace he experiences whenever he sees you.

But those moments didn't last as long as he would've liked. They didn't know who may have done it, or how it happened, but when Megatron requested to meet with them, they never expected to learn that he would find out about you. Megatron forced them to explain themselves and to tell him all about you. But luckily he had prepared for this eventuality in advance, despite how depressing it is.

The two of you had talked about what would happen in the event that your relationship was discovered, and you both came up with 2 plans.

1. Fake your death. Say that Megatron found out about you, but he doesn't know your real name, where you lived, or any important information about you in general. Soundwave would risk giving him false information and leading him to kill someone else instead. Unfortunately in this eventuality, it will mean that the two of you can never see one another again, unless you both want to risk your lives again.

2. Bring you to the Autobots and entrust them to protect you. Let's say that in this eventuality, Megatron knows who you are, where you live, etc.. And depending on whether he's taken the initiative and taken you aboard the Nemesis, or still plans on taking you aboard, this plan has varying degrees of success. Ideally, Soundwave would contact the Autobots, requesting to meet, and he would bring you to the rendezvous coordinates and pass you off to them. It would be hard to make this appear as if the Autobots randomly showed up and stole you away, so once again, the chances are that you'll most likely never see eachother again, but in this case he's at a significantly bigger risk of dying.

But after some deep, deep thinking, he came up with a third. Leave the Decepticons. He loves you more than he can ever express, he loves you enough to even consider this option, but that doesn't make it any easier. He's dedicated a good portion of his life to the Decepticon cause, he's witnessed the rise of the cause, the loss that it brought, and the fall of Cybertron, but he still remained loyal to Megatron. But it all changed when he met you. He doesn't understand how or why he ever let you get as close as you did, but he wouldn't even dare to change a thing. It's just a shame that he can't chose this option now.

After he knows that lazerbeak has brought you to the autobots safely—after he finds a clawed hand digging into his plating and pinning him down, the pressure increasing ever so slightly and threatening to crush his throat—after shards of his visor fall to the floor, and there, he comes face to face with Megatron who glares down at him with nothing but disgust and malice—even now, he could look back on all that he's gone through with you to where he's found himself now, and his only regret is that he didn't have enough time for you. No matter the outcome, they're prepared to face whatever comes for them.

Starscream

How the two of you met and let alone even became a couple is a story that not a single soul will ever know, but honestly given the situation the two of you are in, you'd both most likely think it's for the best.

Out of everyone else on the Nemesis, he knows well what will happen in the event that Megatron finds out about you, and he knows that the fallout of it all won't bode well for either of you. He's had nightmares about what would happen, and the worst one was where he was forced to kill you or else Megatron was going to do worse. He's rarely had that dream, but every time it's never failed to leave him worse than a shaking mess.

He understands that this isn't the easiest relationship to be in, and he feels guilty that all he can offer you are sparse gifts and comforting words through text rather than in person. So he tries his hardest to make what little time he does spend with you, the best days of your life.

It's hard to get resources to set up little picnics, or to even get you a wrapped gift, and it's even harder to hide it from the other decepticons, but he tries anyway for your sake despite the high risk it poses to you both. And some cons begin to notice that he seems rather eager to go outside for a flight, much more than he used to, so some begin to suspect that he may be up to something.

At times you even go weeks without hearing anything from him because it's too risky to send you even a single text. But every time this happens, he tries his best to make it up to you when he gets back to you. Yet no matter how many times you assure him that you forgive him with the most sincere look you can muster, that does nothing to silence the part of him that thinks: it won't be long until he'll hear you say those words for the last time.

He's grateful for your forgiveness each and every time, yet all good things will come to pass no matter how much he'd try to stop it. He just hopes that this ends with no blood or energon spilt, and that you'd walk away without so much as a measly scratch, but since when was Starscream ever that lucky?

One day, someone found out about you. He doesn't know who or how, but he'd personally hunt them down and damn them to the pits of Kaon if he was given even so much as just their name, but much to his misfortune, he's denied that possibility as he's forced to flee from the Nemesis and reach you before the other decepticons do.

Knowing you better than anyone, he's able to accurately guess where you might be that day, and with little time to spare he scoops you up and blasts off as he tries to communicate the gist of the situation in as little words as possible as he tries to avoid fleets of vehicons that have been sent after the two of you.

He can't keep running away forever, primarily because of your sake. You have a life of your own to live, and he'd rather throw himself into an active war zone than ruin your life. He hates having to do this, but if has to contract the autobots in order to keep you safe, then so be it. He sends a message under the guise that he's taken you hostage and demands for them to meet him at a set of specific coordinates, and if everything goes according to his half-baked plan, then you'll be safe.

But what about him, you ask? Starscream is visibly hesitant to answer, and even when he responds he doesn't truly answer your question. He simply assures you that the autobots will keep you safe because his first and foremost priority here is your own safety and welbeing. You may not see or hear from him for a while, but he'll be fine! He'll figure something out, you can count on his word for it.

Dreadwing

He hardly leaves the Nemesis unless he's dispatched for a mission, so it's very difficult for him to find any time to spend around you in person. Sure, he has free range of the Nemesis and he can leave and fly as he pleases, but the more he does this, the more suspicious it will look, so unfortunately for your sake and his, he has to keep your meetings in person few and far between.

But he makes it up to you in an abundance of text messages. Each message he sends you is long, eloquent, and teeming with his admiration for you, it's like a love letter of sorts, and each is more charming and sweet than the last. And despite how he may seem, he can be quite the conversationalist given the right topic, and he keeps rather entertaining conversations going between the two of you, and they more often than not last very late into the night.

He can be quite the romantic gentleman, and at times his words are so poetic (and maybe a little cheesy) that it might lead you to think that he seeks his inspiration from a beautiful blend of old, romantic cybertronian works and human love stories (or maybe it's from those cheesy romance movies that play in the drive-in theaters).

His favorite memory of the two of you together was when he took you out to stargaze. You were both talking about your ideal futures, and you had started, making sure to emphasize that you wanted him to be part of it for sure one day, no matter what happens. The moment was sweet, and despite however unlikely it was that the two of you would ever be able to spend your days together without any fear, he promised that one day he would be able to devote himself to you in the way he wishes he could, that he would be with you for eternity.

But eternity is never truly eternal. In an ever changing and evolving world where even the deepest secrets eventually come to light, that dream shriveled up and died the moment he had been summoned before Megatron to speak about his little "human pet" he's kept on the sidelines for so long now.

Though his lord's disdain and immeasurable disappointment was meant to shame him into correcting his ways and "disposing" of distractions like you as Megatron suggested if he were to regain his honor, he found himself far more concerned with your own safety. You're far more vulnerable than he is, and though the price he must pay for your safety is tantamount to sacrificing his own life, then so be it. He chose you, and now he is willing to pay any price and bear any burden that comes with it.

Though he has to break the sound barrier in order to do it, he manages to reach you in time and deliver you to safety. He quickly explains that he's informed the autobots of your situation and that you will be safe under their careful watch while he goes to face Megatron alone. But unfortunately no matter how many times you persuade him to come with you, even if Optimus was there to agree with you and help advocate your point, Dreadwing can't bring himself to do it.

Betraying the decepticon cause may be one thing, but to forget it all and run away with you is something he doesn't believe he can act upon--he promises that it's not that he doesn't love you, it's that he has a very complicated relationship with the cause now, and this is his way of properly dealing with it. Honor is a very important thing to him, you know this as well as he does, and this is something he must confront head-on, even if the chances of his survival are slim. No conniving plans, no tricks, no deceit, it is just him and Megatron.

And eventually, as he finds himself fading in and out of consciousness, overwhelming shame floods him. Not only has he betrayed the Decepticons, but he's betrayed his promise of an eternity with you. Even as he sees a blade slowly rise above his head, poised to strike at any second, all he can really think of is how he wishes he could plead for your forgiveness and do whatever he could to earn your love and trust again.

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seoah  laughs  along.  “nothing  cheers  me  up  like  food  made  by  you.  you’re  the  most  amazing  chef  that  i  know.”  she  grins,  in  an  attempt  to  soothe  his  aching  heart  after  her  indirect  criticism  on  his  hair  fixing  skills.  “how  can  it  not  be  bothering  me?”  she  asks  instead,  her  voice  losing  all  the  frivolousness  it  carried  a  moment  prior  and  the  sadness  that  she’s  been  trying  to  hide  from  the  rest  of  the  world  surfaces.  she  didn’t  plan  on  telling  him.  she  didn’t  plan  on  telling  anyone.  it’s  a  decision  she’s  made  and  any  consequences  would  be  hers  to  bear  no  matter  which  is  the  next  move  she  takes.  she  nods,  before  getting  up  from  the  armchair  with  a  sigh.  “let’s  hope  their  crepe  cake  isn’t  sold  out  yet,  i  need  three  pieces.”  as  if  her  diet  plan  would  allow  her  to  do  what  her  heart  desires,  but  nothing  soothes  an  aching  heart  like  desserts.  her  hands  fall  to  her  sides  and  she  feels  guilty  already,  even  before  she  spills  anything  of  substance.  she  wants  to  apologise  for  putting  him  through  this  already.  it’s  truly  not  what  she  planned  for  when  she  asked  him  to  come  for  a  quick  catch-up.  “i’ll  —  uh,  i’ll  see  you  in  a  few  minutes.”  with  that,  she  makes  herself  back  into  the  fitting  room.  she  puts  her  practised  smile  back  on  when  she  is  back  outside.  “let’s  go.”  she  isn’t  sure  how  ready  she  is  for  the  conversations  that  are  about  to  occur,  but  if  anyone  is  good  company  to  have  in  this  situation,  it  will  be  him.  “i  was  thinking  maybe  we  can  drive  to  the  riverside  after  we  pick  up  our  drinks?  the  weather  is  too  good  to  be  wasted.”

he almost chuckles at the irony, over how he’s thought all this time that he’d probably never marry after her. it’s taken him this long to move on and even now, knelt beside her, he wonders how many steps backward he’s just taken or if he truly was still in the process of getting over it all. ❝ mmmm, not so much. i’m glad i still have my uses, ❞ he chuckles in response, shaking his head just enough for the loose strands dangling at his forehead to sway left and right. expression falls somber at her words, only for the crease between his brows to deepen the more she speaks. ❝ that… is that what’s been bothering you? ❞ she’s not obligated to tell him and he hopes she’s aware, with the way his palm presses gently to the side of her knee. hoping for a bit more privacy and to have a greater conversation with her in more comfortable clothing, he stands upright and brushes the tops of his pants. ❝ we don’t have to discuss it here, or at all, if you’re not comfortable. i’ll wait here until you finish changing and then we can head out? i think the best way to keep anyone sane and mend a deep cut is a trip to our favorite coffee shop, hmm? ❞ his smile wavers for a moment, feeling helpless even with the prospect of soothing cup of tea or coffee, but he tries to remain strong. for her. how else was she to lean on him otherwise?

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Men Who Know Too Much

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Summary: The F1 guys shock their girlfriend with their knowledge of protective styles and colors.

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Drivers: Max, Charles, Lando, Franco, George, Carlos, & Oscar

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Max Verstappen - T1B/Light Blue Lemonade Braids

Y/N sat cross-legged on the couch, glaring at her laptop screen as if it had personally offended her. Max, who had just walked into the room, stopped in his tracks, noticing her intense focus.

“Still trying to pick a hairstyle?” he asked, sitting down beside her.

“Yes!” she groaned, throwing her hands in the air. “I’ve gone through Pinterest, Instagram, TikTok—everything! And nothing feels right.”

“Blue,” he said decisively.

Y/N glanced up. “Blue what?”

“Lemonade braids. Like Beyoncé’s style. But with light blue tips,” he said casually.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Max Verstappen, what in the cultural vulture—”

“It’s appreciation, not appropriation,” he interrupted. “The braids would frame your face nicely, and the blue would really pop against your skin tone.”

Her eyes narrowed as she slowly folded her arms. “Okay, Verstappen. How do you know what lemonade braids are? And why are you so specific with the light blue? Who taught you this?”

Max smirked, clearly enjoying her reaction. “No one taught me. I might’ve Googled it a while ago.”

“Googled it?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Max, you don’t even Google your own races. Who are you secretly learning about lemonade braids for?”

“No one,” he said, laughing. “I swear. I just remember you saying you liked bold colors, and I thought the light blue would look cool.”

Y/N leaned closer, her gaze scrutinizing him. “So, you’re saying some girl hasn’t slid into your DMs with her lemonade braids, trying to get your attention?”

Max chuckled, shaking his head. “Nope. No girls, no DMs. Just me trying to help my girlfriend make a decision without stressing out.”

She narrowed her eyes for another beat before sighing dramatically. “Hmm. Okay. I guess lemonade braids with light blue tips could be cute. But if it looks bad, Max…”

“I’ll take the blame,” he said confidently. “But I know it won’t look bad. You’re going to look amazing.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile spreading across her face. “Fine. But next time you randomly pull hair knowledge out of nowhere, I’m interrogating you properly.”

Max grinned, leaning in to kiss her temple. “Deal. But I don’t think you’ll have any complaints once you see yourself in those braids.”

She shook her head, laughing. “You’re lucky I trust you.”

Oscar Piastri - Blonde and Chestnut Bohemian Box Braids

Oscar sat at the dining table, his laptop open in front of him. Meanwhile, Y/N paced back and forth behind him, her arms flailing as she vented.

“This is impossible. How am I supposed to pick something? Every style has pros and cons. What if I pick the wrong one?!” she groaned, dramatically clutching her chest.

Oscar looked up, his expression calm. “You’re overthinking this.”

“I have to overthink, Oscar!” she snapped. “My hair is my crown. One wrong move, and I’m out here looking like a walking disaster.”

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful. “What about bohemian box braids?”

Y/N froze mid-step, turning to him with a slow blink. “Come again?”

“Bohemian box braids,” he repeated. “You know, with loose curls throughout. And the color… what is it? 613 for blonde, mixed with 33—the chestnut brown you said you liked?”

Her mouth fell open. “Wait, hold up. You’re telling me you just casually know about boho braids and the specific colors 613 and 33? Am I being pranked right now?”

Oscar shrugged, his lips twitching into a smile. “I pay attention. You’ve mentioned the colors before. Plus, I think the mix of blonde and chestnut would really complement your skin tone.”

“Hmm,” she hummed suspiciously, crossing her arms. “No one just knows about 613 and 33 unless they’re deep in hair TikTok or… unless some girl taught them.”

Oscar raised his hands in mock surrender, his expression innocent. “No girl taught me, I promise. I just remember the things you say.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Oscar, don’t lie to me. If there’s some girl who’s been giving you hair tips, let me know now so I can fight her.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Relax, love. There’s no girl. I just want to help you make a choice.”

Y/N eyed him for a moment longer before sighing and sitting beside him. “Okay, fine. Boho braids in blonde and chestnut do sound cute. But if it doesn’t look good—”

“Then I’ll take full responsibility,” he said smoothly, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “But you’ll look amazing. Trust me.”

Charles Leclerc - T4/27 Pop Smoke Braids

Charles sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone, while Y/N flopped dramatically onto the cushions beside him.

“Charles,” she said, dragging out his name like a whine.

“Yes, chérie?” he replied without looking up.

“I still don’t know what to get for my hair tomorrow,” she said, rolling onto her side to face him.

He finally looked at her, setting his phone down. “I’ve got an idea.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? You have an idea?”

“Pop Smoke braids,” he said confidently, “with T4/27. The dark brown base and honey blonde mix would look perfect on you.”

Her jaw dropped. “Wait, what? Charles, how do you even know about Pop Smoke braids? And why are you out here dropping color codes like you work at a beauty supply store?”

Charles chuckled, leaning back against the couch. “Because I pay attention. You were talking about T4 and 27 the other day, and I remembered. Plus, the style is trendy, and you’d rock it.”

Y/N squinted at him, her lips pursed. “You’re telling me there’s no random girl in your DMs showing you her Pop Smoke braids?”

“No random girl,” he said, shaking his head, amused.

She leaned closer, narrowing her eyes. “And if I check your phone right now, I won’t find you following some hairstylist’s account?”

“Go ahead,” Charles said with a grin. “I have nothing to hide. Besides, I only care about what you look like, and I think Pop Smoke braids would suit you perfectly.”

Y/N studied him for a moment, her lips twitching as she tried not to smile. “You’re lucky you’re charming. Fine, I’ll do it. But if I walk out of that salon looking crazy…”

“You won’t,” he said, his voice gentle. “You’ll look stunning, as always.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, leaning against him. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Lando Norris - Fulani Braids (1B Ombré)

Y/N paced the living room, phone in hand, swiping furiously through Pinterest. The hair appointment reminder loomed on her screen like a taunting deadline.

“I don’t know what to do,” she groaned dramatically, tossing her phone onto the couch where Lando lounged. “I can’t just show up to the salon and say, ‘Surprise me.’ What if I leave looking crazy?”

Lando, who’d been half-watching a race replay, looked up with a lazy grin. “You’re overthinking this.”

“Overthinking?” she repeated, incredulous. “This is my hair, Lando. My whole personality is on the line here. What if I get something that doesn’t suit me? What if—”

“Fulani braids,” Lando interrupted smoothly.

Y/N stopped mid-rant. “Fulani braids?”

He nodded, sitting up and placing his phone on the coffee table. “Yeah, you know, the ones with the cute center braid and beads. And you could do that 1B ombré—black roots fading into something lighter.”

Her jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

“Ombré,” he repeated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “It’d look amazing on you.”

Y/N folded her arms, her suspicion immediate. “Hold up. Lando, where did you learn about Fulani braids? And why do you even know what 1B is?”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by her interrogation. “Does it matter? I’m just saying it’d look good on you.”

“No, no, no,” she said, stepping closer, her tone demanding. “This doesn’t just come out of nowhere. What girl told you about this? And do I need to fight her?”

Lando laughed, his cheeks tinting pink. “Relax, Y/N. No one told me. I just pay attention! You were talking to your stylist about ombré last month, and I remembered.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “Mm-hmm. So you’re saying I’ve never seen you scrolling through some girl’s braids tutorial on Instagram?”

He put his hands up in mock surrender. “Guilty of scrolling. But only because I wanted to be helpful.”

She sighed, shaking her head but unable to stop the small smile creeping onto her face. “You’re lucky you’re cute. Fine, I’ll get Fulani braids. But if it doesn’t turn out good, I’m coming for you.”

“And I’ll take full responsibility,” Lando said confidently, pulling her onto the couch beside him. “But trust me—you’ll look amazing.”

Franco Colapinto - Pink and Black Butterfly Locs

Y/N sat cross-legged on the floor, scrolling furiously through her phone while Franco lay stretched out on the bed, watching her with mild amusement. She sighed loudly, tossing her phone onto the carpet.

“This is impossible!” she groaned. “Why is choosing a hairstyle so hard?”

Franco chuckled softly, sitting up and leaning his elbows on his knees. “Estás haciendo esto más complicado de lo que es,” {You’re making this more complicated than it needs to be.} he said. “You’re overthinking it.”

“Because I have to!” she shot back, throwing her hands in the air. “This isn’t just hair—it’s a statement! One wrong choice, and I’m out here looking like I don’t care about myself.”

Franco smirked, shaking his head. “I have an idea,” he said, his voice calm and steady.

Y/N squinted at him, suspicious. “Oh? You, of all people, have a hair idea? Let’s hear it, Colapinto.”

“Butterfly locs,” he said casually. “Pink and black. You’d look increíble.”

Y/N stared at him, completely frozen. “Butterfly locs? Pink and black? Franco, are you serious right now?”

“Sí,” he said with a shrug. “The pink will make it pop, and the black will keep it balanced. It’s perfect for you.”

Her eyes narrowed as she folded her arms. “Okay, explain to me right now how you even know what butterfly locs are. And why you’re out here suggesting color combos like you work at a beauty supply store.”

He smirked, leaning back on his hands. “Te escucho, mi amor. {I listen to you, my love} Plus, I saw a picture on Instagram once, and I thought, ‘This would look amazing on Y/N.’”

Y/N wasn’t buying it. She pointed an accusing finger at him. “Franco, don’t lie to me. Did a girl teach you this? Did she send you a photo? Tell me now so I can fight her.”

He burst out laughing, his grin wide. “No hay ninguna chica, te lo juro. {There’s no girl, I swear.} No DMs, no one teaching me. Just me paying attention to you.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, still skeptical. “You’re telling me no hairstylist slid into your messages, offering tips? Porque si hay una, ya sabe que voy a pelear.” }Because if there is one, she knows I’m going to fight}

“No hay nadie,” {There’s no one} Franco insisted, reaching out to take her hand. “You’re the only person I care about impressing. And I think butterfly locs in pink and black would look increíble on you.”

Y/N eyed him for a moment longer before sighing, a smile creeping onto her face. “Fine. I’ll do it. But if it looks crazy—”

“Confía en mí,” {Trust me} he interrupted, pulling her closer. “You’ll look hermosa. Always do.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, trying not to blush. “Alright, Franco. But I’m serious—if I find out you learned this from some girl…”

“Then I’ll be in trouble,” he said with a laugh, kissing the back of her hand. “But you won’t, porque esto fue todo mi idea.” {Because this was all my idea}

Y/N shook her head, finally laughing. “You’re lucky you’re cute. Fine, butterfly locs it is.”

George Russell - Deep Brown Alicia Keys Braids

Y/N sat on the sofa, staring at her reflection in her phone’s camera, pulling her hair back this way and that. Her lips were pressed into a pout as she tried to visualize every style she’d saved over the past week. George was seated next to her, casually scrolling on his iPad, pretending not to notice her growing frustration.

“I swear, I’m going to lose my mind,” Y/N muttered.

“What now?” George asked, looking over the edge of his screen with a bemused smile.

“This hair appointment!” she exclaimed. “I’ve been staring at pictures for hours, and nothing feels right. I need something timeless, but also unique. Classic, but still fun.”

George set his iPad down and turned fully to face her. “Alright, what about Alicia Keys braids?”

Y/N’s head whipped around so fast, George flinched. “Hold on. What?”

“Alicia Keys braids,” he repeated, completely serious. “You know, with the beads and deep brown—what is it, shade 30? That would look great on you.”

Her eyes widened as she leaned back, staring at him in disbelief. “George William Russell. Where. Did. You. Learn. That?”

George raised his eyebrows, feigning innocence. “What do you mean? I know things.”

“No, no, no,” she said, shaking her head rapidly. “You don’t just know about Alicia Keys braids and shade 30. Someone taught you that. Who is she? And can I fight her?”

George laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “No one taught me, I promise. I’ve just… picked things up from you. And maybe from a few of your magazines lying around.”

“Mmmhmm,” Y/N said, eyeing him skeptically. “So, no hairstylist has slid into your DMs, giving you tips? No random girls sending you pictures of their hair?”

“None,” he said firmly, leaning forward to clasp her hands in his. “I swear, it’s all you. I just happen to think Alicia Keys braids would suit you perfectly. They’re elegant, bold, and beautiful. Just like you.”

Y/N couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips, though she kept her eyes narrowed. “Alright, Russell. I’ll bite. But if I hear even whispers of a girl teaching you hair tricks…”

George grinned, pulling her closer. “Then I’ll accept my punishment. But you won’t, because I’m telling the truth.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, finally relaxing into his arms. “Fine. Alicia Keys braids it is. But I’m holding you personally responsible for how it turns out.”

“And I’ll take full credit when you look stunning,” he said, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

Y/N smirked. “You’re lucky you’re cute. And that you have good taste.”

George chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I know. That’s why you love me.”

Carlos Sainz - Red Ombré Knotless Braids

Y/N stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom, twisting and tugging at her hair with a frustrated groan. Carlos lay sprawled across the bed behind her, scrolling through his phone and glancing up occasionally as her frustration grew.

“I swear, this is impossible,” she said, spinning around to face him. “I don’t even know why I booked a hair appointment when I can’t decide what to get!”

Carlos propped himself up on one elbow, his brows furrowed slightly. “¿Por qué te estresas tanto, cariño? It’s just hair.” {Why are you stressing so much, darling?}

“Just hair?” she repeated, her voice dripping with disbelief. “This isn’t ‘just hair,’ Carlos! It’s a protective style! It’s got to be perfect. And I have no clue what to pick!”

He set his phone down, sitting up fully. “Vale, vale. How about medium knotless braids with a T1B/Red ombré?” {Alright, alright}

Y/N froze, her eyes narrowing as she stared at him. “…Did you just say medium knotless braids with T1B/Red ombré?”

Carlos shrugged, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Sí. The black to red ombré would look amazing on you. It’s bold, like you.”

“Okay, hold up,” she said, pointing at him accusingly. “How do you know about knotless braids? And why are you out here talking about T1B/Red like you’re a professional colorist?”

Carlos raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “I pay attention. You showed me pictures once, and I remembered. Plus, I know you like red—it’s a Ferrari color.”

Her eyes narrowed further as she crossed her arms. “Carlos, if I find out some girl taught you this—”

He interrupted, holding up his hands in surrender. “Nadie me enseñó nada. It’s all from you. I just thought the style would suit you.” {No one taught me anything.}

She tilted her head, studying him carefully. “Mmmhmm. So, no secret hairstylist in your DMs? No girl teaching you hair lingo?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No hay ninguna chica, I promise. Just me, trying to help my novia who is stressing herself out.” {There’s no girl}

“Hmm,” she hummed, still skeptical but softening slightly. “Medium knotless braids with red ombré does sound cute…”

Carlos grinned, standing and walking over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. “Of course it does. You’ll look increíble, as always.”

She glanced at him in the mirror, her lips twitching into a reluctant smile. “Fine. I’ll try it. But if it looks bad, I’m blaming you.”

“Deal,” he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “But it won’t look bad, because you always look beautiful.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully but leaned into his embrace. “You’re lucky you’re charming. And that you know what you’re talking about.”

“Por supuesto,” Carlos said with a grin. “I always know what’s best for you.” {Of course}

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[insomanic-fanfication]

Hey, I really liked your Dick Grayson sfw and nsfw alphabets! When you have the time, can I request either of those for Jason Todd? Thanks 😊

Jason Todd SFW Alphabet

Author's note: Of course! I planned on doing his anyway after finishing some of my drafts. But that's taking a little longer than I thought it would. CW:

Alphabet Under the cut!

Affection: How affectionate are they? How do they show it?

Jason isn't really affectionate, at least in open places. He's got way too many people wanting his head on a pike. Family and friends know you two are dating; however, if someone on the outside saw you two, they would have no idea. However, when you two are alone, his true colors bleed through. His personality is similar to that of a huge dog that hasn't figured out they can't be a lap dog anymore. Laying his head on your lap while you do your own things. He is reading a book, and you do one of your hobbies. Just decompressing from the day Comfortably in science and enjoying the other's presence. Will 100% fall asleep if you start playing with his hair.

Best Friend: What are they like as best friends? How would you become best friends?

Unless he needed to ask you for something, you would probably have had to make the first move toward friendship. Jason gets very lonely, but trying to meet new people on his own accord is not part of his personality. If he approached you, it would be one of two things; 1. You did something that impressed him, or 2. Dick was pestering him about meeting new people too much, and he caved to make Dick leave him alone.

Cuddles: Do they like to cuddle? How would they?

Jason hesitates to cuddle at first; it's not that he hates it, but more so, he fears it. For the most part, positive physical interaction is a foreign concept in his body. For the first few times he cuddles, he will flinch, and it doesn't matter which one of you enacted it. But once he gets to the point of cuddling, where you two can cuddle, he is relaxed? Your fate is sealed. You've created a monster! Anytime you're not busy in the apartment, it's cuddle time, and no protests are allowed. Will get pouty if you have to get up.

Domestic: Do they want to settle down? How good are they at cooking and cleaning?

Jason is one of the Batfam members who would settle down in a heartbeat, even if it's just for a year or two. He craves at least some normality. But if he does, no one can protect the ones he loves, at least not well, in his opinion. Unlike his brothers, Jason is an excellent cook and even a chef with his skills. One of his favorite early memories is helping and learning to cook with Alfred. He's also very good at cleaning, partly cause his spaces are the bare-bone things to live in. However, he likes to clean his apartment or space once weekly as a coping mechanism. It's something he feels he is in complete control over. However, if you find him randomly deep-cleaning a room or his apartment. BE AFRAID; he's not okay, no matter how often he tries to tell you he is alright. For him, that is grippy sock stay levels that are not okay.

Ending: If they had to break up? How would they?

Like Dick, if you two broke up and he was the one that broke it off, it was due to him having an episode. But unlike Dick, it would be out of paranoia. Jason would make himself believe that your life will be destroyed. or you'll die because you are dating him. He would most likely ghost you and not actually break up with you. Because the words would pain him too much to say out loud. Only coming to his senses after the episode has passed, realizing his actions, and imminently finding you in person, terrified he fucked up everything between you both.

Fiance: How do they feel about commitment? How long before they pop “the question”?

Jason didn't want marriage for a long while, too terrified that it would make something go wrong. However, the longer the relationship goes on, nothing terrible happens like he expected. The more the thought of marriage would come into his mind. Asking what your thoughts on marriage are one night while cuddling.

Gentle: How gentle are they? Both physically and Emotionally? 

Jason is incredibly gentle with his partners, partly due to his personality and partly because he fears accidentally hurting you. He's a little rough around the edges emotionally, though, mostly because he's not used to being a completely open book to people.

Hugs: Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?

Jason hugs like a dad coming home after a long trip. He'll hug your waist and lift you, keeping you in his arms with the biggest smile. He'll kiss your forehead while you feel the warmth of his body around you.

I love you: How fast do they say the L-word?

Jason would be extremely slow to say the actual' I love you' wording, but he would make up for it in physical affection and words of affirmation. Holding you as close as he can while telling you how much you mean to him and how great of a partner you are to him. So, people may mistake it for love bombing, which added to his other behavior. But it's because it's so hard for him to verbally tell you he loves you. He feels he needs to say it to you in other words, so you know how much his heart bleeds for you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? What would they do?

Jason gets super jealous; he won't control who you talk to or anything like that. He knows you have a life outside your guy's relationship, and it's not his place to manage. But he's protective of you and gets jealous when others flirt with you because, in the back of his mind, it's hard for him to believe someone would date him. So he's worried that you'll find someone more accessible to love, and you'll give up on him. Does it sound balls off the wall crazy? Yes, but mental illness is rarely something that likes to make sense.

Kissing: What are their kisses like? Where do they like to be kissed/ kiss you? 

Jason loves it when you kiss places on him that are generally done on the submissive partner, such as his knuckles, neck, forehead, etc. He finds them so comforting and feels very loved.

Little ones: How are they around kids?

Jason is great around kids unless it's his brothers. Generally speaking, though, he's very good with kids. Sometimes, he understands what's okay for a kid or not. He'll let a toddler he's watching fidget with an unloaded gun if they are very interested in it. But he'll explain to the kid in terms they understand gun safety and how you know a gun is loaded or not. Telling the kid you never treat a gun like it's a toy. It is a 100% safe choice for a kid to go to if they can't find their parent.

Morning: How are they during the mornings?

He's a morning person but a lazy morning person. He'll wake up at 5-6 and do dishes, eat, and do morning stretches, but he will not do any actual work until around noon. God forbid the poor man has a morning shift, no matter what his day job is. He'll be the grumpiest man in the world, but he hides it well from clients/ customers. Some of his coworkers get very confused of this very quick change of mood, but others just see that, and think 'Same brick wall dude, Same'.

Nights: How are they spent with them?

He is a huge Night Owl, wither that be doing the bulk of his work at Night, or having a nice cuddle session with you while having a smoke on the fire escape of the apartment. He is a very light sleeper, or deep sleep with every hour or so waking back up. He also has a lot of night terrors, so he tends to avoid sleep, ESPECIALLY if you are staying over at his place. He has a lot of 'what if i hurt you..' paranoia.

Open: When would they start revealing things about themselves?

Try to get Jason to open up, is like trying to open a can with no can opener. You may have be in a relationship with him for 5 years, and still not know everything about him. Not because he doesn't trust you not to use that against him. But because he struggles with knowing WHEN to open up about things in a relationship. He wants to make sure your twos relationship is a healthy as it can be, which every now and then dose end up causing problems. Especially when he's having a ptsd episode and you feel helpless within how to help him through it.

Patience: How easily angered are they?

He tries to be a laid back person, tries to be, is the wording there, he doesn't have a hair thin trigger, but sometimes his trauma just gets triggers by something he doesn't even see the connection to, so he's in a pissed off fight response for a bit. He does, however go to anger management therapy to try and help these behavior issues. But somethings slip through the cracks before they can be brought up in therapy. This does not stop him from bragging to his siblings, that he's the only one taking care of his mental health.

Quizzes: They remember everything or nothing about you?

It's like a scale, sometimes he remembers everything, other times he can't remember your favorite hoodie, (it's the one that's been used as a pillowcase for 3 months, because he missed holding you). He can dissociate for a long awhile, but him also bottling up his emotions plays a bigger role in this.

Remember: What is their favorite memory in the relationship?

The first time you fell asleep while cuddling with him. You both were watching cheesy 90s slashers for Halloween night, snuggled in almost a cocoon of blankets and snacks. When he turned to check on why you had been so quiet, you had falling asleep while being snuggled so far into him, that he half expected for you to fuse into his side. The amount of trust you had for him, the emotions he felt was too much and he ended up crying for the first time in years. the tears feeling like they were burning his eyes, but it's still a memory he holds closest to his heart.

Security: How protective are they? How would you protect each other?

No matter what your appearance is, wither that be tall and lanky or short n stout. Jason tends not to need a lot of physical protection, but you are most defiantly the protector of his emotional peace and social battery. Think of it like a Pitbull done with his guarding of the house for the day, so runs to their favorite human to become the biggest cuddle bug on earth. That's Jason Todd, (He's very Resurce dog coded, don't blame me, blame DC). He very much, however, is scary looking guard dog for you. He could kill someone with his death glare sometimes.

Try: How much effort would they put into dates, gifts, anniversaries, etc?

Jason puts an extreme amount of effort into your anniversaries, gifts and dates! He's not a social able person, so don't expect fancy Lucious dinner dates at a 5 star restaurant. They make him very uncomfortable, thinking everyone's eyes are on him. But he will make you the most romantic and gushy homemade dinners, your favorite flowers or candy. Cooking Red type pastas with red wine or cooking a Hispanic dish that learned while growing up around crime ally.

Ugly: What are some bad habits of theirs?

He has a bad habit of pushing you away, instead of telling you what's up. For better, or for worse. Sometimes it's because his crime lord days caught up to close to him, and for your safety he pushed you away. Or on the worse side of things, he's terrified you'll look at him as a monster or not understand where he's coming from with his trauma and his poor mental health, so he tries to keep them from you as long as possible, until he has no choice to tell you, or lose the relationship he has built with you.

Vanity: How concerned are they with their looks?

Honestly, Yes and no, like he cares about his looks more than a person would think, but like.. slightly more. He's not gonna shower every single day on the dot and shave his pubic hair into a sharp clean design. But he absolutely cares about keeping up good hygiene. Though he does have issues with cleaning his teeth, nothings rotting in there, but he is brushing his teeth waaay less than he really should be.

Whole: Would they feel incomplete without you?

No, unless you two date each other until your 4 years into retirement and you die of old age. He will be able to feel the same before you to started dating, because he feels incomplete on a regular basis. Like he isn't able to do enough, BE a enough for anyone to see him how he is as a person now.

Xtra: Random headcanon for them?

Jason use to smoke weed, especially in his teen years, regularly. But now he smokes cigs, problary Marlboro's or Lucky Strikes maybe Camels , and eats edibles every now and then to help with muscle pain and mood swings. (he still hasn't figure out if meds are worth not being able to have a beer whenever he wants.)

He knows he has PTSD, maybe C-PTSD, however he's not quite sure or not that he has BPD or a similar disorder, he's mainly just not internally ready to know the answer to that part of himself just yet. He's barely processed his feelings towards his Mother, so he's not there yet in his healing journey.

Yuck: What are some things they don’t like, in general, or in a partner?

if you have bad few of poor people or think poor people are only poor because they chose to be. Than I'm sorry, but Jason is more likely to pop a bullet in your head than he is to see you in a good light, let alone a romantic one.

Zzz: What is their sleeping habit?

Either waking up every 1 to 2 hours, or only sleeping 30mins to 3 hours and then staying up for the rest of the night or start cleaning or smoking a cig outside.

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⟢ james potter x fem!reader

⟢ summary: modern restaurant au; after training with james for a few weeks, people have started calling you his . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁1.3k

⟢ warnings/tags: coworker!james, coworker!marauders, slightly anxious!reader, not proofread

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note: i hate seafood but i keep putting it on my fictional restaurants menu ? kept this one pretty simple so i could get it out there <3

"Crab cakes, go." James says, eyes darting up from the menu he's holding to look at you from across the rickety staff room table.

You don't miss a beat, describing the dish as you would to a customer, "The crab cakes are one of our most popular appetizers. They're pan seared and served with sofrito escabeche, a zesty blend of onions, bell peppers, and tomatoes—so I highly recommend them if you're looking for something tangy—and they have a to die for berbere aioli drizzle."

"Tell me more about the berbere aioli. What is that?" James questions, playing the part of a curious customer.

"The berbere aioli is a spicy-chili sauce that I'd say is just shy of medium in terms of spice level. It complements the crab cakes really well, but you could always order it on the side if you're not too sure about it."

"That's my girl," James praises, "You're a quick learner, you know that?"

"I don't know about that," you protest, looking down at your hands that lay politely folded on the table in front of you. You try to mentally will yourself not to blush at James' approval.

"It's barely over a week since you started and you know this thing like the back of your hand," James argues, gently tossing the menu down as he leans back in his chair, "And there's so little time to sit and study here."

You have a funny look on your face when you meet James' eyes again, eliciting a gasp from him.

"You've been studying the menu outside of work, haven't you?" he squints, speaking in an accusatory tone.

"Shouldn't I?" you ask, and the fact that it's a genuine question has James clutching his chest over his heart.

"No! You never think about work unless you're getting paid!"

"How else am I supposed to learn this whole menu in a timely manner?" you cross your arms defensively.

"Who said anything about a timely manner, Love. I was weeks out of training before I had the whole thing down."

"Yeah, well you're more..." you trail off, trying to find the words.

"More what?" James is quick to sound defensive.

You put your hands up as a sign of innocence, "Just laid back. You're a go with the flow kind of guy. As opposed to me, who's more-"

James interjects, "Stuck in your head," nodding along without a doubt that that's what you were going to say.

You look at James, a bit of surprise and alarm swirling around in the pit of your stomach. He was spot on, but how could he possibly be? He barely knows you, after all.

"What?" James seems to sense your confusion, "I've noticed the turmoil in those eyes of yours. You're doing it right now."

You look bashful, so James graciously changes the subject.

"Whatever, just promise me you won't ever think about this place when you're off the clock again!"

"Promise," you agree, despite his request being impossible.

For whatever reason, your mind seems to always be on work. Not even in a stressed, overthinking way like you'd expect from yourself. It seemed to be little random tidbits from work infiltrating your mind throughout your days. Like sometimes, you randomly think of a joke James said once. Or you see something funny and want to show it to him. Or you think about how nice James is when you mess something up.

Okay, maybe they're not so random after all.

"What're you thinking about?" James interrupts your thoughts.

Just as you're about to start stammering through an excuse, Mary pops her head into the room.

"There you guys are!" she says, "I just sat you guys. Table six."

"Thanks, Mary. We'll be right there." James responds.

"I had Peter bring them some waters because I couldn't find you guys for a while—oh, he's back today by the way, did you know?" Mary asks, but doesn't stick around for James to answer, "I have to get back. Table six, guys!" Her voice echoes the reminder as she's already disappeared from your sights.

James shakes his head at her, amused by the way she jumps from one thing to the next without taking a breath.

"Peter?" you question as you and James begin to stand from the table.

"Yeah, he does bussing and some food running, a helping hand for us servers, really. He was on vacation." James explains as you follow him out into the dining room.

Your eyes fall on table six, a table for two that beholds two kind looking older ladies.

"You think you can handle this?" James juts his chin in their direction.

"Yeah," you say confidently. You have already taken the lead on some tables while James supervised. So far, it's been going well. Your first table you had to ask James to help answer some questions—maybe that's why you wanted to learn the menu so quick, it made you feel sheepish—but after that one time, James hasn't had any notes.

"Alright, I'm gonna check on our other tables then."

"Wait," you gave yourself whiplash with the way you craned your neck swiftly to look at him, "You meant handle it alone?"

"Yeah," James looks down at you reassuringly, his eyes filled with warmth, "You can do it."

"Uhh-? No, what if I-"

"Get out of that pretty little head of yours," he interrupts, "You've got this."

The sincerity in his tone incited a bit of confidence in you.

"Okay, okay. Okay sure," your shaky voice became a little more steady with each word, and you started walking to the table.

"Wait!" James carefully takes hold of your wrist. The progress you had made in easing your nerves is out the window.

"You'll need this," James slides his server book out from his apron and held it out to you.

"Right," you say quietly, smiling as you took it from him.

His hand fell from your wrist as he bid you good luck. He watches you for a moment as you greet the table, a proud gleam in his eyes.

Marlene appears beside James, a tray of waters and soft drinks balancing on her palm, "Your girl's taking orders on her own now?"

"Just the one table for today," James replies.

Marlene hums approvingly and saunters off to deliver the drinks.

James registers her words only when she's already left, "Wait, my who now?" he asks the wall.

His furrowed brows relax as he decides he kind of likes the sound of it.

After checking on your other tables, getting refills and putting new food orders in, James notices a congregation of his coworkers at the host stand so he decides to join in.

"Who's that?" Peter asks, swinging a rag over his shoulder.

Lily follows Peter's gaze to you, who's delivering some bread and butter to table six.

"James' girl?" Lily questions, "She started last week, she's been doing pretty well so far I think."

"Any reason in particular we're calling her that?" James decides to ask on his approach, having heard that phrase twice in under ten minutes.

"Ah, well, she hardly talks to anyone else." Marlene drawls.

"Eh, she's just a bit skittish," James provides an excuse for you, "it's kind of cute."

Lily and Mary share a look.

James continues, "She'll get used to you guys soon enough, just be nice." He really only says the last part to Marlene.

"I am nice," she defends.

"Well, you're not mean," Mary offers and Marlene scowls at her.

James chuckles, and turns to Peter, "How 'ave you been, mate?"

Peter opens his mouth to share details of his vacation, but he's interrupted.

"What are you all doing up here?" Nate hisses, appearing suddenly as if out of thin air, "You know how bad it looks for nearly my entire staff to be slacking off in the front of the restaurant?"

Before anyone can disperse or defend themselves, Nate continues, "And you're supposed to be training, Potter. Where's your girl?"

"Me?" your choked voice rings from behind him.

Everyone peers over at you, standing there shellshocked and blushing with a pitcher of water in your hands.