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iheartyouyou · 1 year ago

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SWEETHEART | Jeremiah Fisher

Summary: After your parents file for a divorce, you’re forced to move in with your mom’s friend until the divorce is finalized. You wished you could stay with your dad and your friends, but when you meet Jeremiah Fisher, that changes. And now you’re wanting to stay in the Cousins. Too bad things don’t last forever.

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Part: 8

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Authors Note: I don’t know why but I can’t tag some people even though I’m spelling their users right. I’m sorry for that, I have no idea how to fix it. Anyway, thank you for all the love and support from the other parts! <3 I also apologize for grammar or spelling mistakes, I tried to proofread but I’m not sure if I got everything.

You chug the rest of your beer, rolling your eyes at the obnoxious scene in front of you.

“Tell me more! Tell me more…” Jeremiah’s and Cam’s voice fades the more you walk away, turning the corner to find the nearest bathroom.

Noticing the long line that probably hasn’t moved in 10 minutes you make your way upstairs.

After your little pity party earlier, Conrad arrived. It was strange for him to be here since he’s been all “moody and quiet” as Belly would put it, but it made sense since Nicole was here.

“Hey, you see Jere anywhere?” He asks you, looking at you for split second before looking around the yard.

You cross your arms over your chest, “Probably in one of the rooms hooking up with someone.”

Conrad looks at you, an eyebrow raised in amusement. “That’s Jere. If you see him, can you tell him I’m staying the night here?”

You purse your lips, really wanting to be petty and say something along the lines of “oh he’s probably going to be staying the night at his one night stands place as well” but you decide against it.

“Sure.”

Conrad thanks you, entering the house.

Staring at the liquid inside of your red cup, you realize you shouldn’t be outside because you were avoiding Jeremiah and Taylor. You should go in there, make new friends and have fun.

You bounced your leg up and down, anxiously.

Screw it. You probably look like some weird loner out here. Even Conrad’s inside and he’s supposed to be the anti-social one.

And after many drinks and socializing with many people, you somehow ended up in the living room where karaoke was going on. Leaving almost immediately after Jeremiah and Cam started singing their hearts out.

You made no effort in trying to tell Jeremiah what Conrad said. You avoided him all night, the moment he walked in the same room, you walked out.

Placing your cup somewhere, which most likely will never be found, you make a beeline straight to the stairs.

You may have had a little too much to drink that night as it took all your strength to not eat shit on the stairs. Finally making it up there, you try every door only to be met by some random couple either in the midst of making out or ripping each others clothes off.

“Sorry.” You say loud enough for the third couple you walked in on to hear. You close the door, your eyes drifting to the last door at the end of the hallway.

Oh please be a couple free zone.

If not, you can just wait in line. Or find a bush outside.

You hold your breath as you peek your head in, grinning as there was no couple on the bed. Just a flower crown.

You walked in, slamming the door behind you and flinching hard when you heard the two gasps coming from beside you.

“Ew, what the hell you guys! You couldn’t have done that in the car?” You complain, throwing your flower crown next to Taylor’s that was on the bed.

Steven and Taylor were frozen in horror, staring at you with wide eyes.

You scrunch your face up in disgust, walking by them to get to the bathroom. “Wha—“

“Oh my god!” Belly shrieks, pointing at the two in disbelief.

Before Belly could even confront the two, Steven dashed out of there.

“Steven—“ Taylor starts, trying to grab his arm before he could leave but he already did.

“You’re hooking up with my brother?”

“I swear, It just happened!” Taylor excuses, shrugging as she look between you and Belly.

Belly makes a face, “Wha- What you got bored? He’s dating someone! You know, someone he actually likes.”

Taylor scoffs, pointing to herself. “You’re saying he couldn’t like someone like me?”

“No, no, that’s not what I’m saying—“

“Ohhh, shittt! Steven has a girlfriend!” You say out loud, finally putting two together.

Belly spins to look at you, her eyes narrowed. “What? Did you know? Jesus— how long have you guys been hooking up?”

“I just got here! Like a second before you, maybe half a second before you…” You say, starting to ramble before Belly cuts you off.

“This could get so messy, Steven, he’s taking her to the deb ball and all those girls are her friends!”

Taylor rolls her eyes, “Oh my god! I’m so sick of hearing about this fucking deb ball. I don’t even know who you are anymore.” Taylor looks her up and down, using her hands to elaborate.

“Why? Because I’m not just going along with everything you wanna do? Is that why you threw yourself at my brother? So, that… you can get back at me?”

“Y’know, you act so innocent Belly. Like you’re the victim.” Taylor hisses.

“Victim?” Belly repeats.

“I think you’re the self absorbed one, Belly. How do you not know I’ve had a crush on Steven for years. If you weren’t so obsessed with Conrad—“

“What is wrong with you? People are going to hear!”

“Who cares! There’s more than one story happening here but you seem to only care about the one where you’re the main character.”

There’s a pause before Belly excuses herself, rushing out of the room.

You stand there awkwardly, watching Taylor pace the room as she buries her face into her hands.

“Starting fights with everybody tonight, huh?” You sarcastically say, stopping when Taylor looks up to glare at you.

“Mind your own fucking business.” She snaps, snatching her flower crown off the bed before storming off.

You shrug to yourself, rushing to the bathroom.

“Okay but think about this… what if we are all dead but we just don’t know it? Like when we die, will we know when we are dead? Will it just be a void or what?” Your new friend slurs, explaining with his hands to prove a point.

You nod quickly, “That makes so much sense! I wonder if I’m dead.”

“I wonder if I am too.”

There was a pause before the two of you broke into fits of laughter, snorting and not giving a damn since pretty much everybody in this household was drunk.

“I wonder if vodka and apple juice taste good.” You ramble, putting your finger to your chin as if you were thinking.

Whatever his name is scoffs dramatically, shaking his head way too fast. He stops, looking like he was going to puke before going back to normal. “Y’know what’s good? The cherry mountain dew and vodka. That shit is chefs kiss. You ever see Gordon Ramsey?”

“Gordon Ramsey? Oh. my. gosh. Like JonBenét Ramsey?”

“No, that’s different. I’m talking about the old guy.”

You think for a moment, taking a sip of whatever you had in your cup before responding. “Oh the british guy.”

“I think he is! You know how to talk in a british accent?” He speaks in a accent, raising his eyebrows up and down.

You had no idea what his name was. But you bumped into him on accident and the two of you just started talking. Who would’ve known you guys would have a lot in common?

“Yes, hello sir.” You speak in a terrible accent that wasn’t even british, frowning as the guy broke into a laugh.

You flinch at the sudden weight around your shoulders, turning to look at the one and only, Jeremiah Fisher.

“Heyy look, it’s playboy!” You chirp, shrugging his arm off you.

Jeremiah ignores your comment, doing some dumb handshake with your new friend who now wasn’t your new friend because apparently he knew Jeremiah.

“Oh great.” You mumble, drinking the rest of your drink.

They make some small chat while you awkwardly stand there, swaying on your feet as you thought of ways to get out of there.

I’m gonna go use the bathroom!

I’m gonna go find a drink!

I’m out of here!

Adios!

“Oh right, I came over here to take this little fire cracker home.” Jeremiah announces, pinching one of your cheeks teasingly. You smack his hand away, glaring at him.

“Okay, I guess I’ll see you around then?” The guy asks, hopeful.

You smile, nodding. “Yeah.”

He scratches the back of his neck with his free hand, hesitating, “You, uh, you think I could get your number or something?”

Your eyes widen, your cheeks burning. Oh god, did he just ask you for your number? You heard that right? Right?

“Ye—“ You start, already searching your pockets for your phone before you get cut off.

“It’s actually been a crazy day, think we’re just gonna call it a night. Let’s go, Y/N.” Jeremiah states, staring at you expectantly.

You glare at him, sending an apologetic look to your new friend. “Whatever. See you around.” You managed to say before Jeremiah led you through the house and to his car.

Jeremiah opens the door to the backseat, impatiently waiting for you to get in.

You don’t. You just stand there.

“You couldn’t have waited till after I gave him my number? You’re such a cockblock.” You complain, looking back at the house.

Jeremiah rolls his eyes. “He’s a player anyways! You wouldn’t have been the only girl on his phone.”

You scoff, sarcastically smiling at him. “Says you!”

He groans, letting go of the door to rub the bridge of his nose. “Just get in the car, Y/N. I’m tired.”

“I’m tired.” You mock, begrudgingly getting into the car. You reach out to close the car door before Jeremiah could.

You look through the window and watch as he stood there for a moment, seemingly contemplating on something before walking back to the house.

You waited until you couldn’t see him anymore to kick the seat in front of you out of anger, which was barely a kick as your leg felt way too heavy to even move. Same thing with the rest of your body.

Stupid Jeremiah.

Always ruining everything. Ruined Belly’s dinner for you, ruined the party for you, what else is he going to ruin?

It’s funny how fast he changed from the moment you met him to now. When you first met him, it was like, it was too good to be true. He was practically a golden retriever just in human form. Everything about him was perfect, everything. His hair, his eyes, his lips, oh dammit, why didn’t you kiss those lips—

You stop, holding your breath in realization.

Did you have a crush on him?

Pfft, why would you, have a crush on Jeremiah Fisher?

But I mean, who wouldn’t?

No. Stop it.

The car door opens, making you jump.

Jeremiah tosses a napkin at you, “There. You happy?” He closes the door before you could even react.

You pick up the napkin, flipping it over to see the number written in pen ink. You feel guilty.

Both the driver and passenger doors open, causing your eyebrows to furrow. Isn’t Conrad staying the night? Didn’t Taylor leave with Cam and Belly?

“Taylor, you better not crash my car.” Jeremiah complains from the passenger seat.

God dammit.

“Relax, Jeremy. I’m actually a excellent driver. Plus, I’m not the one who chugged a beer in under a minute for what? 5 dollars?” Taylor giggles, starting the car. She moves her seat forward along with fixing the rearview mirror.

“Hey— it’s money. You would’ve done the same!” He says defensively.

You don’t bother with putting your seat belt on, too exhausted. Leaning your head against the door, you close your heavy eyes. Their argument fades into the background, your head pounding.

“THAT’S TOO CLOSE!” You jolt awake, scanning your surroundings before realizing you were still in the car. Jeremiah and Taylor still in the front seats, arguing.

You rub the side of your face that was against the car door, looking out the window to see that you guys were outside of the familiar beach house.

“Gosh, you’re so dramatic!” You hear Taylor say, putting the car in reverse before slamming on the breaks. The breaks sends you forward, not enough to hurt you but enough to fully wake you up.

“Excellent driver” my ass.

Jeremiah sarcastically groans, “I’m never letting you drive again.”

“Good! Your car smells anyway.” Was the last thing you heard before the two of them exited the vehicle, their argument being muffled.

You looked around the backseat, searching for your phone along with the napkin. You spot them on the floor, snatching the both of them and shoving the napkin in your pocket.

You squint your eyes as the light from your phone nearly blinded you, checking the time and missed messages from earlier.

Belly

Left early 11:25

Jeremiah said he would give you a ride 11:25

Perfect for some alone time if you know what I mean 😏 11:26

Oh yeah how should I ask Cam to the deb? Do you think he would want to go with me? 11:28

Smiling, you shake your head. You type out a quick response but before you could send it the car door opens, revealing Jeremiah.

He holds the door open, rubbing his eyes before motioning for you to come out. He holds out his hand. You take it, shoving your phone into your pocket.

Silently, he wraps his arm around your waist before closing the door. He helps you into the house, then up the stairs and to your bed room.

He finally let’s go, sitting you down on the bed.

Crouching down to your level, he scans your face. “Are you wearing makeup?”

You realize how close he is, your breath hitching. You looked into his eyes, those eyes, getting lost for a moment.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nod.

“Where’s your makeup remover?”

You point to the vanity. He gets up, unzipping your makeup bag before he stops. He holds up wipes, “This?”

“Yeah.” You muster out. Your heartbeat quickens as he comes back, stopping to crouch in front of you.

You reach your hand out to grab the wipes but he stops you, grabbing your chin with his other hand and softly pressing the wipe to your face to get rid of the makeup.

Your cheeks heat up at the gesture, feeling the cold wipe on your face as you dropped your hand. He takes his time, making sure to get everywhere.

He tosses the wipes in the trash can, going back to his crouching position to take off your shoes. You don’t stop him, your whole body felt like it was burning. You’ve never felt like this.

It felt like you were going to explode. Or puke. You didn’t know if it was because there were too many butterflies in your stomach and they needed a way out or just the alcohol you had tonight.

“Your hands looks better.” He mumbles, grabbing your hand to examine it. He flips it over a few times before letting it.

You stare at your hand the bruises looking more of a yellow-greenish color, “It’s pretty sore though.”

“I’m surprised it didn’t break.”

“What, after you guys ditched me?”

He’s quiet, frowning. “I came back for you.”

“Pfft, because you knew your mom would kill you if you didn’t.” You say, dropping your hand into your lap.

“I came back for you, not because of my mom.” He affirms, making eye contact with you so you could know he was telling the truth. You break it, your cheeks feeling hot.

There was silence for a moment but he breaks it, suggesting that you should lay down. You agree laying down as he shimmies the comforter out from underneath you. He tucks you in and fixes your pillows, making sure you were comfortable before he wishes you goodnight, leaving.

“Jere?”

He stops, turning back around to look down at you in concern.

“You okay? You need anything?”

You shake your head, staring at him. “No… I just…”

You felt so weird. So tingly. You were exploding with so many different emotions. You’ve had crushes before, silly crushes… but this was different.

You wanted to tell him. But, was it too late? What if Taylor was right? Would he really just hook up with you to leave you the next day?

“Thanks.” You finally settle on saying, facing away from him. You bury your face into the covers, mentally cursing at yourself but also just wanting to sleep.

He doesn’t respond.

And before you know it, he’s gone.

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not-a-space-alien · 5 months ago

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Desperate Daybreak Chapter 6

In this chapter: Valen gives it a try...

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Warnings for this chapter: Self harm, pregnancy dysphoria, depictions of someone undergoing dissociation and extreme mental trauma, sexual assault TW. This chapter has heavy themes and depictions of self harm. Also some brief touching on disordered eating.

Update: Here is a summary of the chapter for those worried about whether or not they can read it due to the self harm depictions.

***

Lex and Ari managed to cook quite a good dinner. They then sat eating it at the table, remarking over and over to each other how good it was.

Valen desperately wished he could taste it. To experience this with them. He couldn’t even get his own equivalent and partake alongside him–his equivalent of a delicious meal would be horrifying to them, something he wouldn’t want them to see.

The braindead humans loitering around would occasionally shuffle over and sit at the table, as though they knew mealtime meant sitting at the table together despite none of them being hungry or eating. They didn’t respond to Lex’s offer to let them taste the food. They didn’t appear to be particularly enjoying anything that was happening. They just knew dinner meant sitting at the table together.

Valen wondered if they developed their own limited social dynamics, locked in here with barely a thought between the lot.

“I’ll figure out the best way to help you,” he told them. “Just be patient a little while longer, okay?” He was beginning to realize what a monumental task that was. These humans wouldn’t remember their own names. Their families. Where they came from. How to even survive and function on their own. No one had ever documented a human reverting to having higher brain functions after being mindwiped from years of exposure to persuasion. It might not even be possible. They were essentially walking corpses. They barely cared if you hurt them.

He could grapple with the moral implications of that later. For now, he locked the door to the human quarters and left things as they were.

When they got back to the guest suite, Tessie was laid out on one of the queen-sized beds in cozy pajamas, going at her nails with cotton balls. “How was dinner?” she said.

“It was great!” Lex said. “Are you doing your nails?” She sat on the edge of the bed, and Tessie immediately perked up.

“Do you want to do each other’s nails? I’ve never gotten to do–er, the girls growing up all had sleepovers and stuff, but I never got to do that.”

“We can do that!” Lex enthused. “Girls’ night!”

Valen smiled as he watched Lex sit on the bed and start rifling through Tessie’s nail polish. At least there could still be some small joys here, among the horrors. “I think I’m going to take that bath, now.”

“Hey,” Ari said, standing in his way. “You haven’t eaten since we set out.”

Valen averted his eyes. “My stomach was in knots.”

“You need to feed.”

How could I possibly feed after the scene in the human quarters? “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Valennnn,” Lex said in a singsong voice. She tilted her head and tapped her neck. “Come on, it won’t kill anyone. You can’t do anything on an empty stomach.”

Valen stood there waffling back and forth before he came over and bit down very gently. He took a few sips before giving up and licking the wound closed. “Thank you.”

Lex hadn’t even stopped looking through the nail polish. He appreciated her nonchalance. It was the only thing keeping him from spiraling. “Now go get your bath.”

The tub was wonderfully deep. He submerged himself up to his neck in warm, fragrant water, fiddling with the foam from the bubble bath. He soaked for a while with his thoughts. Everything seemed more manageable with Lex and Ari here to help him, and Tessie was quickly becoming a treasured support as well.

The bath relaxed him considerably, and when he came out he saw that Tessie and Lex had convinced Ari to sit down and allow herself to be subjected to her nails being painted.

They spent the morning listening to the radio and giving each other manicures, in better spirits by far than earlier. Nobody was even that upset when Ari inevitably messed up her nail polish before it was dry.

***

Valen always tried to sleep by himself, but on his bad nights he often found himself slithering in beside Lex and Ari. He woke them up, but they always graciously pretended not to notice.

Lex and Ari had taken the king-sized bed, and Valen and Tessie the two queens adjacent to the biggest room in the suite. He put on his comfiest pair of pajamas and bade goodnight to Lex and Ari, who still refused to stop their amazed commentary on how fancy everything was, from the soaps to the beds to the carpets and vanities.

And then he just lay there, wishing he could fall asleep instead of needing a safety blanket like a child.

He felt Priscus’s arms around him. His hands around his neck. His hands around lower, more sensitive places. Not even the bastard dying could free Valen from that wretched fate.

He tossed and turned. He felt Nick’s hands on him, his burning metal, his cruel words, the humiliating and painful things Valen had been subjected to. He only realized he’d managed to fall asleep when he jolted awake from having a dream about Nick wearing Priscus’s face.

He tiptoed through the suite to reach where Lex and Ari lay tangled in each other’s limbs. Trying to be as light-footed as possible, he climbed into the bed and inserted himself between the two women.

***

Valen snuck out of bed early to crawl back into his own bed, to avoid the complicated feelings he had being in bed beside Lex and Ari as they all woke up. The two humans politely declined to acknowledge the fact that he'd been there at all, instead pretending they were seeing him for the first time as he walked out in his pajamas.

“Sleep well?” Lex asked.

Valen nodded. “I'm still torn about the humans here at the manor.” He couldn't on good conscience condone the staff biting the humans, but… what would forbidding it actually accomplish? The humans would still be just as stuck here, unable to help themselves. Just as braindead. They hardly seemed to care one way or the other. The manor staff, on the other hand, enjoyed fresh on demand blood as one of their job perks, so suddenly cutting that off would result in some ill will. Maybe he could offset that with a pay raise?

But then what? He just had a bunk full of walking, unfeeling husks? To what end? Trying to connect them with any sort of help or reunion with their families was going to be a monumental task. It'd simply never been done before, or at least done with such low frequency there was no infrastructure or guidance available to expedite the process.

In the end, he decided to avoid making a decision for now and just not make any announcements. He managed to avoid feeling guilty about it by reasoning it wasn't his fault it was set up like this, and there wasn't any point in changing it yet when it wouldn't make any difference. These humans were a drop in the bucket compared to the work they had ahead of them, so might as well wait till they figure out what to do about the other…. thousands of people.

And besides, he had a much more challenging task ahead of him today.

Valen swallowed as Tessie slid the papers over to him. “Here's the information for the fertility clinic. There will probably need to be repeat appointments, but the first one is going to be the hardest. We can go any time this week.”

“Let's do it today,” Valen said, even as it made dread swell inside him. “I can't bear the thought of stewing in anticipation all week. It's better to just get it over with quickly.” He was really doing this. He'd gone out of his way to avoid becoming pregnant when Priscus was alive, and now that the man was dead, Valen was going to purposefully try to have his child, because for some godforsaken reason the universe had set itself up such that Valen getting pregnant would give him the ability to save thousands of people.

Fitting, symbolically a little. Maybe he was giving birth to a messiah? It could be, if he raised them to value human life, and then took over when they turned 18. That seemed the best option.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad with Lex and Ari here. Maybe they could help him raise it. He would even say he might like the idea of raising a child with them, if he didn't have to be the one to carry it.

It wouldn't be Priscus’s child, not really. The man was fucking dead. Valen was here, and he could do this.

He hoped.

***

Valen wanted to go by himself for some godforsaken reason. They managed to talk him into letting Lex and Ari take him there, at the very least, and then they waited in the van outside the clinic anxiously.

“Fucking stupid,” Ari muttered.

Lex opened the passenger door to stretch her legs. “Yeah.”

“He’s in there alone being violated by his stupid fucking- fucking stupid ass husband postmortem.”

“Babe.”

“And he didn’t even want us to come in.”

“He has his reasons.”

“Well, they’re stupid.”

“Come on, babe.”

Ari gripped the steering wheel and shook herself. “I wish he was still alive so I could kill him again. Priscus. Priscunt.”

“Babe.”

“Pisscus.”

“He doesn’t want us to see him like this, I guess. He’s been humiliated enough-”

“And we’ve seen it all! We just want to be there for him!”

“He knows.”

“And he didn’t-”

“He’ll be out soon. Surely.”

“He better. Close the damn door, some vampire bystander is going to come take a bite of you.”

“You think I look that delicious?”

“Not now, you horny slut. I’m not having car sex outside a vampire family planning clinic, of all things.”

“Oh-! Oh, there he is!”

The two craned their necks to see him coming out the front door.

“Uh-oh,” Ari said.

“Shit,” Lex added.

Valen stumbled out, eyes glazed over, shaking.

“Shit,” Ari said. She put the car in gear and pulled around to get close to him. “Shit, shit, shit, shit.”

Lex hopped out and opened the door. “Come on, get in.”

Valen looked at her foggily.

“How did it go?”

Valen burst into tears, sinking to his knees. He looked completely shellshocked.

“Shit,” Ari said. The door ajar alarm sounded as Ari abandoned the car to come scoop him off the sidewalk. He was crying too hard to speak, quivering in her arms. “Talk to me, baby.”

He only managed to cough, sounding like he was going to throw up.

“Shit.” Ari sat him down on the edge of the van. “You’re okay. You’re okay. Uh, three things you can see, five you can touch–what the what it was or whatever. Breathe.”

Valen had a faraway look in his eyes, completely unresponsive to everything the two of them were saying to him. Still sobbing, he pulled his shirt up and started to claw at his abdomen–down near his pubic mound.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Lex said, grabbing his wrists.

“Hey, hey, no, no,” Ari said, also grabbing his arms.

“Get it out,” Valen wept. “Take it out. I can’t do it.”

The two humans were, of course, not nearly as strong as him, so he simply wrenched his arm out of their grasps and then tore at his own belly until he drew blood.

“Stop!” Lex yelled. “Valen, stop!”

Ari approached from behind and put her arms around him. Copying her, Lex sandwiched Valen between them from the front.

The violent motions stopped, dissolving into hopeless weeping.

“You’re okay, baby,” Ari said. “You’re okay. We’ve got you.”

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Lex said. “You’ve been hurt enough.”

Ari clenched her teeth. “Lex, stay here for a minute.”

Vampires had payphones, luckily. Ari wasn’t sure why they wouldn’t have them, but she’d still been nervous about not being able to find one. She did, though, and plunked a few quarters in and punched in the number for the guest quarters at the Kithrara estate.

“How’d it go?” was the first thing Tessie said.

“Bad,” Ari said gruffly. “Tessie, we have to figure something else out. This won’t work. Even if Valen wants to, he can’t. This is going to make him completely nonfunctional.”

There was the sound of paper rustling on the other end of the line. “Uhh. I mean, if he-”

“He’s not going to be okay with just giving up, though.”

“If we-”

“We need a miracle. Can you give us a miracle, Tessie? Some stupid loophole or subclause of a subclause that only a lawyer who’s good at mind-numbingly boring legal bullshit would find?”

Silence.

“Please?”

“Give me an hour.”

***

An hour, it turned out, was about how long it took to drive back to the estate. Valen was almost completely nonverbal, electing to spend the entire ride curled up on the floor with his hands over his ears, rocking himself gently.

“We’re going to figure this out, okay?” Lex kept soothing him. “You don’t have to deal with this on your own. We’re here. We’re going to take care of you.”

Ari pulled the van up onto the Kithrara’s nice, manicured lawn and came around to help Lex, who was half-pulling Valen out of the van.

“I’m sorry,” Valen said hoarsely. “I’m sorry. It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re okay, baby.”

“I can do it, I can still do it, they’re all counting on me.”

“We’re going to help you figure it out. We’re here.”

Ari went ahead to make sure they had a clear path to the guest suite–the last thing Valen needed was to be approached by any of the staff. She locked the door behind them as Lex guided Valen onto the bed.

Good call going with the guest suite. No telling what it would have done to Valen’s psyche to be put into his marriage bed after that experience.

He flopped over, wrung out, face in the pillow. “Sorry,” his muffled voice said.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for, sweetheart,” Lex said. “You’re okay.”

Valen turned over, clamping his hand over where he’d wounded himself earlier. “That was just the… I don’t know if I can-”

“You don’t have to.”

“But they’re-”

“Stop,” Tessie broke in. “Don’t spiral.”

Valen squeezed his eyes shut.

“This isn’t going to work if you’re too psychologically incapacitated to do us any good even if you fulfill the terms of the will.”

“I’m sorry,” Valen said again, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks. “I’m sorry. I can’t do it. It’s too much.”

“I think I have a way we can do this without you having to be pregnant.”

Valen sat up, hope written all over his face.

Tessie threw down a bottle of pills.

“What’s this?”

“Ovrette, in a dosage that induces miscarriage in vampires.”

Valen dove on the pill bottle and swallowed them all without any water.

“There you go,” Lex said, rubbing his back.

Valen wiped his mouth, embarrassed. He did feel a lot better, though. It was instant, the second the pills went down his throat. “What shall we do, then?” he said miserably, desperate for some solution that didn’t destroy him and didn’t doom thousands of humans.

Tessie laid the will out on the table. It was an absurd document, the scroll rolling off the edge and dangling towards the floor, so long was its length.

“So, here’s the thing,” Tessie said. She chewed on her nail–the fact that the fresh polish was already destroyed evidenced that she’d been doing that quite a lot before they’d arrived. “Fertility rate is so low for vampires that even with fertility treatments, ten years is still a pretty short time to expect conception. The will lays out you getting pregnant within ten years to be realistic. That’s pretty much the fastest it could happen, if you keep all your appointments at the clinic. The success rate of each treatment is so low.”

Valen hugged his arms around himself. “And…?”

“And since the chance of you getting pregnant is so low, it’s not going to be obvious that you’re violating the terms of the will by not getting pregnant… until the ten years are up. Hell, we might even have a strong case for arguing that ten years is too short and we could get it extended.”

Valen stared at her misty-eyed. “Are you suggesting…?”

“We just don’t fucking do it,” Ari said flatly. “Are you saying we just don’t do it, and they can’t prove we’re not going to do it, because the time limit isn’t up yet?”

Tessie nodded. “You know what they say about it being easier to ask forgiveness than permission? And possession being nine-tenths of the law?”

“We’re already here,” Valen said, relief dawning on him. “We’re here and controlling the estate and ostensibly doing what we’re supposed to be doing, so if someone wants to wrestle it away, they have an uphill battle to prove-”

“To prove there isn’t going to be an heir in ten years. Which is ten years from now.” She chewed on her nail. “That gives us a decade.”

“A free decade,” Lex said. “To just haul ass and get as much done as we can before the estate is repossessed.”

"Yes," Tessie said. "Combing through the technicalities in the document, Valen will legally control the estate until the ten years are up and he hasn't produced an heir. So we just act like the heir is going to come eventually and the fertility treatments just haven't worked yet, and in those ten years we do as much work as we can get away with."

Valen buried his face in his hands. “That I can do.”

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maskedteaser · 5 months ago

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greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you too much by sending in such a random ask. may I please have a romantic matchup for COD? Feel free to send one back in return.

I use they/them pronouns and I’m pansexual. my myers briggs type is INFJ and my star sign is taurus.

Im about 4’11..not to happy about it. I’m kind of introverted, and can be considered not a people person. I find life a little nihilistic. I’m into dressing in all black (trad, mopey, mall, black-metal, and hippie goth styles mainly, both fem and masc. chill days I settle for dark street wear. ) or and taking a liking to gruesome and morbid things like slashers, analog horror, witchcraft, true crime, ghost hunting, necromancy, anatomy, etc. I typically consider myself a "gorehound" ig. I participate in "Vulture Culture"; and I also like to visit abandoned places just for fun, along with playing quite a few escape rooms. I’ve also been trying to start a knife collection, but can’t ever seem to find the money to. (Butterfly knives and ritual daggers are my favorites.). I just have a genuine comfort in the uncomfortable.

I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start talking, which may or may not come off as rude to people.

when I become comfortable with someone I start to become really sarcastic and joke around with them with witty banter. most of my humor comes off really insulting, and I’m brutally honest, but I’ll apologize and say it’s a joke or I didn’t mean it. though if I’m right a become a petty bitch..and quite honestly I’m vengeful to anyone who’s really wronged me. even though I do have a hard time understanding social cues.

lots of people don’t like me or stay away from me because of my rude behavior. I’m not good with overly sensitive or overly annoying people at all because of that, and I can’t stand kids or conformists. Idiocy can get on my nerves too sometimes. I’m a huge animal person though, and I own a herd of four guinea pigs that I protect with my life. I have my moments where I can get really feisty, or very quiet and closed off. I’ve been told I’m also a laidback person. I’ve also been told I never know when to quit, and I find I hold grudges for certain things. It’s not as common now but I used to get called a vampire by other kids when I was younger since I had oddly pointy canine teeth. I find it funny, seeing how I am today. I also have an inside joke with my family where they call me "Irl Wednesday Addams" which I find funny too (if not a little annoying at the wrong times).

I’m the type of person that has lots of opinions on things but I keep them to myself and bottle them up. If pushed far enough I’ll become unforgiving, and aggressive. especially with the types of people mentioned above.

I find the most comfort in just being in my room drawing, listening to music ( the cure, london after midnight, type o negative, deftones, slipknot, rob zombie,,,, sometimes melanie martinez , insane clown posse, jazmin bean or mother mother, etc. ), or even occasionally playing video games, reading, writing, or talking about a random conspiracy theory or shower thoughts I have. I also like to play D&D with my friends when I can, it’s super fun. I’m an actor and dancer, and I’m learning how to play electric guitar. I mostly work as a scare actor, and in the future I have a dream of being a broadway actor. I also take dance and singing classes for it, though dance isn’t as interesting to me.

I’m a plushie maniac and when I fall asleep you can always see me cuddled up to one of them. I find it because I’m really touch starved. I also have this specific blanket I can literally not sleep without. Im also a caffeine addict (97% of my body is just iced coffee tbh), and I’m guilty of being very submissive and maybe even masochistic- and a bit of a pyromaniac. I dissociate or daydream a lot, so you can often catch me starring.

I suffer from a handful off mental issues like asd, hypersomnia, depression and anxiety; plus chronic conditions like gerd, asthma and hypoglycemia. These have all been diagnosed professionally, and I’m definitely not trying to make myself "quirky". unfortunately health problems run in my family.

I’m very fidgety, and often bite the inside of my cheek or bounce my leg rapidly. you don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.

you do get to this, thanks for your time. <3

[ @br4inr0tx - tagging you so you won't miss it ] note - i will probably send you my request soon :) that is a long and detailed description you brought here, i hope i'll fulfill your expectations :(( I'm sorry if not tho :(( [crying in "i'm just a small, poor creator that doesn't know how to write"] ANYWAYS, NO MORE SELF-PITY, LET'S GET TO IT!!!

!!!!!!!! NOT PROOFREAD, SORRY :((( !!!!!!!!

WHY I DIDN'T CHOOSE OTHER CHARACTERS!

❝ I’m not good with overly sensitive or overly annoying people at all because of that, and I can’t stand kids or conformists. ❞

Well, since we're here for headcanons and things that we think might be true, then I have to tell you that I believe JOHN PRICE would definetely want kids in the future. It probably wouldn't work out any other way. [ I also have a feeling that he would be a bit scared of you. Like I don't think he'd find comfort in the same things you do, he would probably consider you a little weird, but he'd be supportive, like a dad, but not like a lover.]

❝ I suffer from a handful off mental issues like asd, hypersomnia, depression and anxiety; plus chronic conditions like gerd, asthma and hypoglycemia. ❞

I just KNOW that MAKAROV would consider you as weak and worthless. I'm sorry, I do not mean to be seen as insensitive but let's be reallistic - he is a psychopath and he'd just laugh at you and your conditions. That would probably not work out. [I think he'd also make fun of your plushies and the fact that you are small. The only thing you guys would do is fighting over nothing probably...]

❝ though if I’m right a become a petty bitch..and quite honestly I’m vengeful to anyone who’s really wronged me. even though I do have a hard time understanding social cues. ❞

GHOST is a really cold, harsh person at first. Your first contact would probably be brutal and then you'd guys hate each other, no one would be able to apologize first. Simon is not good at understanding social cues so he would think that you are mad at him, and you would probably think he hates you so you'd never talk about it and miss your chance.

AND FOR A BIG RESULT...DUM DUM DUM....

VALERIA GARZA

That might be a bit of a surprise for you, but I hope my analisys of your description matches your expectations of a person you wanted to be matched with...at least a lil bit :) I have a feeling that Valeria would consider you a little weird at first, but definetely not scary. She is not easy to scare away and I think she'd think that your performance skills could actually be useful (I talk about your acting career etc.) and she would probably like your sense of style.

She's a fighter and is surrounded by harsh, rude people so your insulting jokes would probably make her laugh and she wouldn't even wait a second before sending back an equally brutal joke towards you. I think that when Valeria would fall for you, she'd actually could get really touchy so that would solve your touch starvation problem, she'd make sure that everyone around you knows that you're her. " I’m guilty of being very submissive and maybe even masochistic " - great! Because Valeria would never let anyone top her :) And if you'd let her, she will actually make it hurt as much as you'd want.

Also don't you worry about your condidions around her, she'd educate herself. She'd care, she'd make sure you feel comfortable and safe. Sometimes she might not be there for you since she's a really busy person but she has money for the best doctors in the world so if anything happens - there will always be someone to take care of you. Valeria has seen lots of weird, scary things in her life so slashers, horrors and gore is not moving her anymore. She'd watch your favorite series with you, maybe not enjoying them AS MUCH as you do, but as long as she can spend time with you - she's satisfied. Knife collection? I'm sure she has one of her own and she'd gladly give you one or two knifes just for you :) She'd also buy you the ones you'd want.

thank you for reading! signed TEASER 👽👽👽

#cod x reader #call of duty x reader #valeria garza #valeria x reader #teaser.matchups #teaser.writing.cod #cod x you #call of duty x you

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xxchthonicreaturexx · 4 months ago

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greetings and salutations. may I please have a romantic matchup for Metal Family, Diabolik Lovers, Homestuck, Shark Bait, and Friday Night Funkin? You already know which ones have headcanons and which ones don’t lol

I use they/them pronouns and I’m pansexual. my myers briggs type is INFJ and my star sign is taurus.

I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start talking, which may or may not come off as rude to people.

I’m very fidgety, and often bite the inside of my cheek or bounce my leg rapidly. you don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.

you do get to this, thanks for your time. <3

Hello hello!!! Thank you again for doing this trade with me! I haven't really done matchups in a long time so please forgive me if the format isnt as pretty as some others, but I hope you enjoy who I matched you with! (You also sound so cool!)

Fandoms:

Metal Family/Diabolik Lovers/Homestuck/Shark Bait/Friday Night Funkin

Metal Family

Lif

Starting with Metal Family, I've decided to match you with Lif!

I feel like you two would just click instantly. Between the style, the music, the niche interests. I like to think that you two would just spend so much time together listening to true crime podcasts, going to cemeteries, searching for animal skulls, etc. I head cannon she loves to make little jewelry out of bones too so I'm sure that would be an adorable date idea! Not to mention going urbexing together. I feel like she would never have went to any abandon places until she met you, but once you take her once, shes absolutely hooked. Loves sketching abandoned scenery while you're out exploring too.

Y'all definitely share clothes. It's a given. Considering I head cannon, and have seen many others head cannon Lif to be on the spectrum of non-binary, i feel she likes to be masculine somedays and feminine the next. Not to mention, she'd definitely see sharing clothes as a form of bond between you guys. Kinda a way to show that she wants to look or smell like you, if that makes sense?

Lif is definitely on the taller side though, so she actually thinks it's adorable that you're on the shorter side, even if you don't like it. It also gives her a little power boost when you start to act submissive.

Lif doesn't like coffee, shes an avid tea drinker, but i think after you get together she'd learn to make iced coffee just how you like it <3

OH MY GOSH you ever see that trend going around where you sit there and try and paint each other? You two definitely have to do that. Both of you draw, so it's just a given. You probably do it without even realizing its a thing going on right now.

Scale: 9/10 only con would be she's also a pyro, so she wont be the one to stop you, she'll just encourage it.

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Diabolik Lovers

Azusa & Kanata

Oh you poor unfortunate soul. UH so, here's the thing I sat here for a good few HOURS trying to wrack my brain for which to choose, but every time I wrote something for Kanata, I'd have a head cannon for Azusa. And then I realized...they're psychotic vampires, they're going to be trying to steal you from each other??? They aren't going to respect that the other one has you, so why choose one? You may not be poly (I actually have no idea if you are, so if you're strictly monogamous feel free to make the final decision!) but then again, if you've watched this show, you know they kinda do whatever the hell they want so-

Definitely have some fucked up agreement to share. After stealing you from each other a few times, they just kinda have this little routine going. Sometimes, if you're lucky one will visit so you have all three of you hanging out. They definitely balance each other out. Whereas Kanata is the dominant, loud, kind of psycho, Azusa is the submissive, quiet, kind. Kanata, ever the sadist, will give you all of your masochistic desires, and Azusa will help you start a knife collection just like he has! It's a win-win! Even if Kanata's tantrums might annoy everyone-

Considering you like plushies though, you're allowed to hold Teddy. BUT ONLY when he says you can. And if you even think about mentioning him being kind for once, he'll throw a fit and tear him out of your hands. The little brat-

Azusa however, is more...tame? No, that's not the right word. He's just less neurotic. You two probably study anatomy together for funsies. Will ask you to cut him, but if you help him out, he'll do the same for you in return no biggie, even if he does feel a little guilt about hurting you. But only a little.

Two vampires sharing you though, you're probably drinking so much coffee. The blood loss definitely makes you fatigued. It's adorable too, Kanata hates coffee, but he secretly made you some one time and pretended it wasn't him. It tasted horrible, but it was the thought that counts. Too bad he's never sweet for long.

Duet with Kanata??? His soft voice probably sounds so nice with yours? He'll yell at you though if you overshadow his own voice-

And Azusa's cuddling? He's actually so good at it. Despite all the bandages and the cold body he has, he's so good at physical touch once he finally gets used to it.

Scale: Uhhh....we'll go 7/10. If you can handle the overwhelming life of being shared by two vampires, then great! But this is more so a forced relationship that you're just kinda vibing with the best you can. Sorry, not sorry.

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Friday Night Funkin

Cassandra

OKAY so, yes, I know that she's originally from Pico's school and was only made into a mod BUTTTT I immediately though of her when I read your description.

SO i mean, same thing with Lif, i feel you two just really would click from first glance. Between your similar styles, the way you scare off people, and even the sarcastic, brutal remarks? You guys are like a chaotic package deal. The amount of terror you two bring to the people around you-

I also head cannon that due to her technically being an alien with male genitals, she feels very confused about gender here, so you using they/them pronouns and helping her understand better definitely helps her out, even if she refuses to acknowledge she needs help in the first place. She was "Just fine figuring it out on her own." Yeah, no you caught her crying because she said her dick was bigger than someones and they said "You're a girl, you don't have one." Of course she was crying tears of confusion, she literally does have one-

All those quirky little hobbies and interests, count her in. She was starting to think that everyone was too boring. Definitely fits her vibe though. Likes to try and study true crime stories to see if she can calculate a plan to become the best serial killer ever. Please stop her- shes already done enough damage.

Despite her rough and violent aura though, i like to think she's kinda vulnerable. Takes a lot for her to show to you, but once you're to that level, she would genuinely kill for you.

Isn't the best at acting, but definitely helps you practice and is always first in line for haunted houses and whatever else when you're playing as a scare actor. Doesn't scare easy at all, but sometimes she'll jump a lil and pretend you got her to make you feel better <3

Scale: 8/10. She's a good partner once you get past her rough edges, but then again she did shoot up a school and is an alien so good luck with that-

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Shark Bait

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Homestuck

#request #matchups #matchup trade #homestuck #shark bait #metal family #friday night funkin #diabolik lovers

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rantsofamadam · 4 days ago

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You know the phrase ‘you’ve seen one, you’ve seen em all’

That’s my problem. Bc I can’t. No. I can’t just see one. I can’t just experience one. I can barely experience and live in one moment at a time. Once I’ve met one person I’ve met them all? Of course not, every person is a special snowflake that’s beautiful and so deep and I get overwhelmed by how many people I know to exist in the world and of the small small small number of those who know me- I want to tell everyone I love them and I want to truly know every single person I ever can but I stop myself from that because of my own social anxieties and overwhelm so im sitting there staring at this person across the room focusing on wanting to get to know them but never actually talk to them so im constantly stuck in this pattern. Once I’ve lived one lifetime- this is all I get. All I get to know every human I can in this life time.

Do you ever get sad you’ll never be best friends and grow up with a person from the 1920’s? Or see what life will be like, if it’ll exist at all in the year 3000?

I’m overwhelmed from all angles from everything I wasn’t apart of, everything I am, and everything I’m missing out on. I’m standing in an art museum crying because I can’t feel present. Because I’m overwhelmed by all of the depth and movement and art and profound feelings right there. Because most of these artists are dead or will never know how much I love their art. Do they even need to know? They don’t need me. I mean no one really does. If I wasn’t here it wouldn’t mean much. But how can I say that when I just told a friend I loved him? Or held my partners hand in the hallway? I’m overwhelmed in awe with everyone’s existence but my own.

And I never, very very very rarely actually feel- real, and present. It feels like a dream. Life feels a movie. (No shit) but I can’t tell if it’s a horror movie or a romance or a thriller or- if it’s all even real or matters at all. It takes me so long to process and move on from a new, good profound movie once I see one. That’s how life feels. I’m still trying to process the fact my friend in 8th grade moved away. I can’t just move on from things- I can’t just say ‘oh well it doesn’t matter’ everything matters or nothing does at all.

I can’t get out of bed in the morning but I can cry to a video of a little boy believing in Santa.

These emotions are pointless if not expressed to the level of being relatable. But I can’t overwhelm others too. Sometimes I really really wish I didn’t care this much, or didn’t have these many emotions. Where I could just live through life and scrape by with assignments and not care. All of these projects from all my favorite classes are due next week- and I want all of them to be above and beyond I love them all- but I have too many ideas and no time and I cry every time I come home from school out of overwhelm. How childish and stupid is that. School doesn’t matter. Senior year doesn’t freaking matter. Either everything matters or nothing does. If nothing matters, I might as well not be here. If everything matters then I can’t step on a leaf without noticing it’s veins, but I can’t promise I’ll remember to eat today

. “I would give anything to not give a shit, but I do”

#writing #romance #poetry #beauty #writerscommunity #writers and poets #writeblr #writers on tumblr #write #writingprompts

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nickeverdeen · 3 months ago

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greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you too much by sending in such a random ask. may I please have a romantic matchup for spiderverse? now that Deadpool and Wolverine is out the marvel hyperfixation came back full swing and is quite literally kicking me in the ass rn. 🥲

I use they/them pronouns and I’m pansexual. my myers briggs type is INFJ and my star sign is taurus.

I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start talking, which may or may not come off as rude to people.

I’m very fidgety, and often bite the inside of my cheek or bounce my leg rapidly. you don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.

I also have a spider sona! They go by Tarantula. They have normal Spider powers n stuff, but their big knock is their venom. When they experience high emotions (rage, grief, fear, etc) they are unable to control their venom, and end up going into what they call a “rage mode” it’s similar to Miguel’s thing in a way, but far more animalistic, dangerous, and unpredictable. Luckily it shouldn’t happen to often if they keep their emotions in check! (Let’s hope). So- whoever wants to deal with me would have to deal with that too in this universe lol.

If you do get to this, thanks for your time. <3

Your Spider-Man Across The Spiderverse match is…

Jessica Drew

Jessica Drew understands the need for personal space and would never push you out of your comfort zone

She’d give you the time and space you need to warm up to her, respecting your introverted nature

Jess would absolutely love your goth style

She’s no stranger to the darker side of things and would find your fashion choices not only intriguing but attractive

She might even join you in wearing darker colors on certain occasions, just to match your vibe

Jessica is fiercely protective by nature

Your penchant for venturing into creepy places and dabbling in the morbid wouldn’t scare her off; in fact, she’d insist on accompanying you to make sure you stay safe

Jess has a sharp wit and would totally vibe with your sarcastic, brutally honest sense of humor

The two of you would engage in witty banter, with her quick comebacks keeping you on your toes

Jessica isn’t easily intimidated, which makes her a perfect match for your feisty, vengeful side

She’d appreciate your ability to stand up for yourself and others, and she’d never shy away from a fight to protect what’s hers

Being someone who values their own space, Jessica would appreciate that you don’t always need to fill the silence with words

You could both be in the same room, lost in your own thoughts or activities, and it would feel perfectly natural

Jess has seen her share of violence and horror in her line of work, so your interest in the morbid wouldn’t faze her in the slightest

She’d probably find your love for horror movies and true crime fascinating and might even join you for a few late-night sessions

Jessica would be incredibly supportive of your dreams of becoming a Broadway actor

She’d be there for every audition, rehearsal, and performance, cheering you on and helping you through the tough times

Your love for exploring abandoned places and escape rooms would resonate with Jess’s own adventurous spirit

She’d be your partner-in-crime, turning every outing into a thrilling experience

Jessica would adore your herd of guinea pigs, and she’d be more than happy to help take care of them

She’s got a soft spot for animals, and seeing you with your pets would warm her heart

Given her own experiences with her powers and emotions, Jessica would be extremely patient and understanding of your “rage mode.”

She’d help you find ways to control and manage your venom, ensuring that you feel safe and supported

Jessica’s life as Spider-Woman means she’s no stranger to late nights and the need for a caffeine boost

The two of you would bond over your shared love of iced coffee, with her bringing you your favorite drink whenever you seem like you need it

Jessica understands the weight of mental health struggles, and she’d be a steady source of support for you

Whether you’re dealing with anxiety, depression, or just having an off day, she’d be there to listen and offer comfort without judgment

Knowing that you’re touch-starved, Jessica would be incredibly attentive to your need for physical affection

She’d love cuddling with you, making sure you always feel secure and loved in her embrace, especially with your favorite blanket and plushies

Trust is essential in any relationship, but especially with someone like Jessica who values loyalty and honesty above all else

She’d be the kind of partner you can rely on, someone who wouldn’t judge you for your quirks or struggles, but rather admire you for your resilience and strength

#request #matchups #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #jessica drew x reader #jessica drew #spider woman

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 1 year ago

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greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you too much by sending in such a random ask. may I please have a romantic matchup for bg3?

I use they/them pronouns and I’m pansexual. my myers briggs type is INFJ and my star sign is taurus.

Im about 4’11..not to happy about it. I’m kind of introverted, and can be considered not a people person. I find life a little nihilistic. I’m into dressing in all black (trad, mopey, mall, black-metal, and hippie goth styles mainly, both fem and masc) or and taking a liking to gruesome and morbid things like slashers, analog horror, witchcraft, true crime, necromancy, anatomy, etc. I typically consider myself a "gorehound" ig. I participate in "Vulture Culture"; and I also like to visit abandoned places just for fun, along with playing quite a few escape rooms. I just have a genuine comfort in the uncomfortable.

I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start talking, which may or may not come off as rude to people.

when I become comfortable with someone I start to become really sarcastic and joke around with them with witty banter. most of my humor comes off really insulting, and I’m brutally honest, but I’ll apologize and say it’s a joke or I didn’t mean it if it becomes a problem. even though I do have a hard time understanding social cues.

lots of people don’t like me or stay away from me because of my rude behavior. I’m not good with overly sensitive or overly annoying people at all because of that, and I can’t stand kids. Idiocy can get on my nerves too sometimes. I’m a huge animal person though, and I own four guinea pigs that I protect with my life. I have my moments where I can get really feisty, or very quiet and closed off. I’ve been told I’m also a laidback person. I’ve also been told I never know when to quit, and I find I hold grudges for certain things. It’s not as common now but I used to get called a vampire by other kids when I was younger since I had oddly pointy canine teeth. I find it funny, seeing how I am today. I also have an inside joke with my family where they call me "Irl Daria" which I find funny.

I find the most comfort in just being in my room drawing, listening to music ( the cure, pierce the veil, deftones, soad, cannibal corpse, slipknot, rob zombie,,,, sometimes radiohead, insane clown posse, jazmin bean or mother mother, etc. ), or even occasionally playing video games, reading, writing, or talking about a random conspiracy theory I have. I do acting in my spare time as a small hobby too, and I’m learning how to play electric guitar. I also work as a scare actor.

I’m a plushie maniac and when I fall asleep you can always see me cuddled up to one of them. I find it because I’m really touch starved. I also have this specific blanket I can literally not sleep without. Im also a caffeine addict, and I’m guilty of being very submissive and maybe even masochistic- and a bit of a pyromaniac. I dissociate or daydream a lot, so you can often catch me starring.

I suffer from a handful off mental and physical syndromes like asd, insomnia, asthma, depression and anxiety. These have all been diagnosed professionally, and I’m definitely not trying to make myself "quirky". unfortunately health problems run in my family.

I’m very fidgety, and often bite the inside of my cheek or bounce my leg rapidly. you don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.

you do get to this, thanks for your time. <3

A/N: Thank you so much for all the details!! It helps the process. Because you said you’re pansexual but didn’t specify whether you wanted a male or female companion or both, I gave you both just in case. So feel free to pick the person who feels the most accurate to you!

TW: Mentions of Gore, Horror

For you @br4inr0tx I think you’d be a good romantic match for either Astarion (Male) or Minthara (Female)!

⭒ Astarion is drawn to your mysterious and rather nihilistic nature. He is seen as intimidating or scary due to his immortal condition, and because of this, he puts up walls to keep himself safe from judgmental people. That being said, he doesn’t necessarily hide his true nature: he’s very upfront about his more, morbid opinions, and makes it clear that he disapproves of unnecessary altruistic choices, especially when those choices involve having to appear more “normal” for the comfort of other people in the game.

He finds your gorehound interests fascinating, and oddly calming in a way. After a lifetime of being exposed to so much gore, there’s something familiar and controllable about watching or reading about fictional simulated gore that puts him at ease. So he one hundred percent understands how it is you find comfort, as you said, in the uncomfortable.

Astarion is also pansexual, and very fond of the more dramatic ‘gothic’ styles in clothing. He loves getting to experiment in both fem and masc styles with you. He might even ask to borrow something of yours, as long as he could fit it. He is taller than you, but still fairly thin. I honestly don’t think he’d mind wearing one of your tops as a sort of crop-top thing, so long as no one else was around. I think he might take pleasure in flaunting it, just to get a reaction out of you. He thinks it’s adorable when he teases you, and you just ramp up all the sarcasm and wit. He’s very glad to have a ‘fast’ partner- someone who can quip back at him in the blink of an eye. It keeps him on his toes, and confirms that you feel comfortable with him- two things he likes.

And if you like abandoned or liminal places, just hold on to your hat. He knows tons of them in and outside of the city. Being a vampire had him hunting on the outskirts, and he knows them all rather intimately. When your relationship reaches that serious level, he’ll take you to where his headstone rests, in a cemetery in Baldur’s Gate. He’s not buried under there, but his family must have put it up to commemorate his life after he went “missing”. It’s sacred ground to him. And you’re one of the few people he loves enough to take there. Mainly because you are his partner and because he knows you won’t run at the sight of such things. Knowing he has a partner who doesn't shy away from the darker, more twisted stuff is reassuring. Especially when so much of your past is complicated.

He too is rather intimidated by people. Although he may not always admit it. So much of his feistiness comes from fear. In the past people have hurt him, so now he walks the line of nice and jerk to keep people at arm's length. He’s not really an ass though, and he’s appreciative, you know that. He knows you’re not rude or cold, just introverted and a little insecure. He’ll gladly defend your behavior to anyone who dares complain. No stranger better dare cast judgment on you when they don’t know who you’re really like when they have no clue what either of you have been through. Seriously though, just say the word and he’ll take care of them for you.

Teeth twins! Astarion jokes that you’re obviously his soulmate because your teeth match. And seeing pointier teeth on you, someone he sees as beautiful, makes him feel less self-conscious about his.

Having to shield from the sun, he’s more of an indoor activity sort of person. He loves staying inside and listening to music or reading with you. Just the two of you and your pile of plushies. Astarion enjoys their comfort as well, even if he won’t admit it outright. It’s a way for him to get physical comfort when he desperately wants to touch/hold you but is too upset or raw to do so.

In some ways, he shares in your submissiveness and masochism, but those are still very touchy subjects. It takes him a while to communicate that to you. He dissociates often as well, so he’s thankful you understand what a dissociative episode is like. Most people just assume he’s ignoring them, but you know the truth. The two of you look out for each other in that way.

As a Taurus Intuitive, you’re prone to contemplating the long term, and as a Taurs Judger, you’re often determined and work hard to make your dreams a reality. This works well with Astarion, who I think is either an ENTJ or ESFP- both signs that tend to be go-getters in their own way.

He’s not a very fidgety person, his anxiety forcing him to be anxious inside but still on the outside. But he does understand the root feelings. He doesn't think it’s annoying at all. If anything he finds your leg bouncing comforting. It reminds him you’re still by his side.

And for that, he is eternally grateful.

☾ Minthara would also be a good match for you! Although she is a lot more abrasive and rough around the edges, I think she’d be very appreciative of your darker interests. At camp, if you take a look in her tent, she actually has what looks like a deer or horse skull candle holder. So she would actively join you in your Vulture Culture escapades.

She also finds great joy in the gorier aspects of life. As a drow, violence is almost second nature. It doesn't scare her off or intimidate her in any way. And if you like abandoned or liminal places, you’re sure to enjoy the Underdark- which is basically a giant spooky underground liminal space.

Minthara is the farthest thing from a people person, so she has absolutely no qualms about you not being extroverted or especially inclined to make acquaintances with strangers. She’s glad you scare people off, if you didn’t, she’d have to. (I mean she still does naturally, but she doesn’t have to put as much effort into it, because no one is gonna mess with the two of you combined.)

Being an INFJ, and Minthara being an ENTJ, you are similar in that you can contemplate various topics- both realistic and abstract. However you have to be careful and remember while ENTJs may sound insensitive, they’re just very direct communicators. Based on what you told me about your personality, this shouldn't be a problem for you, however, as you’re very brutally honest yourself.

Minthara herself is funny. It’s just that her humor is more sarcastic, a little morose, and very situational. She doesn’t find your humor offensive, and if anyone has a problem with it, they will answer to her.

Despite what others may think, Minthara likes animals. When Scratch is gone, she’s noticeably sad. I think she’d like to be a co-parent to your guinea pigs.

She’s not very laid back, preferring action to inaction. But that’s okay. You remind her to take breaks and time to chill- just sit and rest or read or write or listen to music. Not everything has to be full speed ahead. On the other hand, she helps motivate you to do things outside of your comfort zone. She’ll pull you out of your room, to go on walks with her around the surface. The two of you are sort of yin and yang this way.

She’s impressed with your work as a scare actor. In Drow culture, being able to intimidate others and strike fear into the hearts of your enemies is an admirable quality. She sees your talent as an impressive hobby to have, one which many people are not capable of.

She’s rather touch starved as well- having to expect betrayal everywhere she goes in Drow society. Because of this, she finds the idea of sleeping with plushies useful. It’s unexpected, but she finds a good deal of comfort in them. And she finds a great deal of comfort in you.

And don’t be shy about your masochistic side with her. She has one as well. She pushes herself to her limits, causing herself intentional pain and suffering. For her, it is like a religion in some ways. The more she can endure, the stronger others believe she is. Of course, it’s always nice to not have to push, to be able to take it slow and enjoy your company in the moment. That’s where you come in.

Minthara may not have the kindest tone, but she tries her best to reassure you that despite your many ailments, she loves you all the same. She thinks you’re strong enough to be able to not only endure life with so many invisible burdens but to live life in ways you wish. To her, it’s an exquisite quality to have in a mate. You are marvelous in her eyes.

She can’t imagine the rest of her life without you.

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kaycode1999 · 2 months ago

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greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you too much by sending in such a random ask. may I please have a romantic matchup for Transformers? Any version, you pick!!

I use they/them pronouns and I’m pansexual. my myers briggs type is INFJ and my star sign is taurus.

Im about 4’11..not to happy about it. I’m kind of introverted, and can be considered not a people person. I find life a little nihilistic. I’m into dressing in all black (trad, mopey, mall, black-metal, and hippie goth styles mainly, both fem and masc. chill days I settle for dark street wear. ) or and taking a liking to gruesome and morbid things like slashers, analog horror, witchcraft, true crime, ghost hunting, necromancy, anatomy, etc. I typically consider myself a "gorehound" and I adore splatter movies. I participate in "Vulture Culture"; and I also like to visit abandoned places just for fun, along with playing quite a few escape rooms. I’ve also been trying to start a knife collection, but can’t ever seem to find the money to. (Butterfly knives and ritual daggers are my favorites.). I just have a genuine comfort in the uncomfortable.

I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start talking, which may or may not come off as rude to people.

I’m the type of person that has lots of opinions on things but I keep them to myself and bottle them up, since I grew up in a family where if my opinion was different, I’d be shunned. If pushed far enough I’ll become unforgiving, and aggressive. especially with the types of people mentioned above.

I find the most comfort in just being in my room drawing, listening to music ( the cure, london after midnight, scary bitches, deftones, slipknot, rob zombie,,,, sometimes melanie martinez , insane clown posse, jazmin bean or mother mother, etc. ), or even occasionally playing video games, reading, writing, or talking about a random conspiracy theory or shower thoughts I have. I also like to play D&D with my friends when I can, it’s super fun. I’m an actor and dancer, and I’m learning how to play electric guitar. I mostly work as a scare actor, and in the future I have a dream of being a broadway actor. I also take dance and singing classes for it, though dance isn’t as interesting to me compared to singing and acting.

I’m very fidgety, and often bite the inside of my cheek or bounce my leg rapidly. you don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.

If you do get to this, thanks for your time. <3

I match you with

TFP Wheeljack

I think Wheeljack is a good match for a few reasons

He definitely won't be giving you any grief about your height, he's cybertronian so to him you’re just as small as any other human( I’m 4’10 if that makes you feel better ☹️)

He's pretty disconnected from gore or horror after everything he's been through so he doesn't mind engaging with that genre with you

If only he was human sized he would definitely go visit creepy abandoned places with you😞😭

He thinks knives are cool ( He prefers his explosive devices, but they're cool enough 😂)

You're both kind of like lone wolves or standoffish, so if he does notice you're like him in that way he isn't affected

This isn't to say that you have to, but he is the kind of being that can just chill and listen to music while he works on his ship or really doing whatever. So if you just want to hang out while you both do your own things that's fine with that

You both get each other in ways others might not and I think that's an important and sweet thing

I think he finds your job fascinating as well as the idea of Broadway because he knows nothing about it until you tell him

This isn't to say he won't also tell you his opinions on things, but he won't judge you for your opinions or anything either. He's an ear to listen if you want to express yourself

This is Wheeljack we’re talking about. He's a bit of a pyromaniac himself

He wishes you didn't have to deal those health issues, but he also understands he can't really do much about it

He's just generally understanding and tries to be as helpful as possible

#transformers #wheeljack #transformers wheeljack #tfp #transformers prime #transformers prime Wheeljack #tfp matchup

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iheartchv · 11 months ago

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greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you too much by sending in such a random ask. may I please have a romantic matchup for COD? If you’re not taking these please just delete this, ty.

I use they/he pronouns and I’m pansexual. my myers briggs type is INFJ and my star sign is taurus.

I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start talking, which may or may not come off as rude to people.

lots of people don’t like me or stay away from me because of my rude behavior. I’m not good with overly sensitive or overly annoying people at all because of that, and I can’t stand kids. Idiocy can get on my nerves too sometimes. I’m a huge animal person though, and I own a herd of four guinea pigs that I protect with my life. I have my moments where I can get really feisty, or very quiet and closed off. I’ve been told I’m also a laidback person. I’ve also been told I never know when to quit, and I find I hold grudges for certain things. It’s not as common now but I used to get called a vampire by other kids when I was younger since I had oddly pointy canine teeth. I find it funny, seeing how I am today. I also have an inside joke with my family where they call me "Irl Wednesday Addams" which I find funny too (if not a little annoying at the wrong times).

I find the most comfort in just being in my room drawing, listening to music ( the cure, london after midnight, type o negative, deftones, slipknot, rob zombie,,,, sometimes melanie martinez , insane clown posse, jazmin bean or mother mother, etc. ), or even occasionally playing video games, reading, writing, or talking about a random conspiracy theory or shower thoughts I have. I also like to play D&D with my friends when I can, it’s super fun. I do acting in my spare time as a small hobby too, and I’m learning how to play electric guitar. I also work as a scare actor, and in the future I have a dream of being a theatrical actor.

I’m a plushie maniac and when I fall asleep you can always see me cuddled up to one of them. I find it because I’m really touch starved. I also have this specific blanket I can literally not sleep without. Im also a caffeine addict, and I’m guilty of being very submissive and maybe even masochistic- and a bit of a pyromaniac. I dissociate or daydream a lot, so you can often catch me starring.

I suffer from a handful off mental issues like asd, insomnia, depression and anxiety; plus chronic conditions like asthma and fibromyalgia. These have all been diagnosed professionally, and I’m definitely not trying to make myself "quirky". unfortunately health problems run in my family.

I’m very fidgety, and often bite the inside of my cheek or bounce my leg rapidly. you don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.

you do get to this, thanks for your time. <3

If you dont like the match, you can pick who you want ^^; hope I did alright

🤔I match you with...

Keegan P Russ.

I think Keegan would be a match for you

At first you both were quiet

Until you warmed up to each other

Loves your witty banter

He'll do anything or say anything just to be able to be around you

What may seem OOC/weird for Keegan is just him trying to get to know you more

He'll act differently around you than with anyone else

He's warmer and more responsive

If you're daydreaming, and if it looks like/you are staring, he'd tease you bit

"Enjoy the view?"

You'd know when he's smiling

His laughs, or even just the sound of his voice would make your heart pound

When he starts having thoughts about you a lot, he'll be flirty with you...

...hoping you'd flirt back

If he visits you when he's off duty, he wouldn't really expect you to have anything "soft"

He notices that you like 'comfy' stuff so expect to get more soft plushies and blankets as gifts... for now

Keegan will tell you that your size is perfect when you complain about your height

Will give you hugs and cuddles

He loves having you in his arms

Nicknames you his own personal teddybear/pillow/any other cute soft name

Loves having his arms around you

Tells you you're perfect

He supports your dreams of being a theatrical actor

He honestly believes that you are really talented and that you will achieve that goal

Is protective of you

During any stressful situations or episodes, he wants to be there for you, to help you through it

Wants you to know that you're not and never will be a burden

"If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't be here"

"Please don't hesitate to call me for anything"

He will do anything for you

I think Keegan's love gifts would be acts of service

Help you wash dishes? Yes

Cook a homemade meal for you while you rest for a bit? Yes

He'll even run a bath for you to help you relax

Along with hugs, he will give you kisses, on top of your head, all over your face...

He just thinks you're so adorable

"... maybe I was right calling you *insert cute plushie name*"

Soon, the word 'care' will turn into 'love'...

He doesn't care what happens, you're everything to him, his world

#ask #request #matchup #match up #cod imagine #cod ghosts #call of duty: ghosts #keegan p russ #cod keegan #keegan russ x reader #keegan x reader #keeganxreader #call of duty

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duhgutter · 11 months ago

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greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you too much by sending in such a random ask. may I please have a romantic matchup for scott pilgrim? if you’re feeling sassy maybe a character from the John doe, frost bite, sunny day jack, etc type games (does it even have a genre aside from horror/Yandere visual novels? Lmao)

I use they/he pronouns and I’m pansexual. my myers briggs type is INFJ and my star sign is taurus.

I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start talking, which may or may not come off as rude to people.

lots of people don’t like me or stay away from me because of my rude behavior. I’m not good with overly sensitive or overly annoying people at all because of that, and I can’t stand kids. Idiocy can get on my nerves too sometimes. I’m a huge animal person though, and I own a herd of four guinea pigs that I protect with my life. I have my moments where I can get really feisty, or very quiet and closed off. I’ve been told I’m also a laidback person. I’ve also been told I never know when to quit, and I find I hold grudges for certain things. It’s not as common now but I used to get called a vampire by other kids when I was younger since I had oddly pointy canine teeth. I find it funny, seeing how I am today. I also have an inside joke with my family where they call me "Irl Wednesday Addams" which I find funny too (if not a little annoying at the wrong times).

I find the most comfort in just being in my room drawing, listening to music ( the cure, london after midnight, type o negative, deftones, slipknot, rob zombie,,,, sometimes melanie martinez , insane clown posse, jazmin bean or mother mother, etc. ), or even occasionally playing video games, reading, writing, or talking about a random conspiracy theory or shower thoughts I have. I also like to play D&D with my friends when I can, it’s super fun. I do acting in my spare time as a small hobby too, and I’m learning how to play electric guitar. I also work as a scare actor, and in the future I have a dream of being a theatrical actor.

I’m a plushie maniac and when I fall asleep you can always see me cuddled up to one of them. I find it because I’m really touch starved. I also have this specific blanket I can literally not sleep without. Im also a caffeine addict, and I’m guilty of being very submissive and maybe even masochistic- and a bit of a pyromaniac. I dissociate or daydream a lot, so you can often catch me starring.

I’m very fidgety, and often bite the inside of my cheek or bounce my leg rapidly. you don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.

you do get to this, thanks for your time. <3

that was certainly fun to read. ur a rlly cool dude. ANYWAYS MATCHUP TIME

ok so for the scott pilgrim matchup I narrowed it down to kim and ramona then eventually settled on ramona. both of you are more introverted so I see that well, as well as the more alternative semi similar styles that you have in common (both stealing each others clothes/accessories.) she’s not really sensitive either, so coming off as rude or sarcastic wouldn’t bother her, she’s kinda similar so she’d probably joke the same way too. basically twinflame uhhh match made.

now for the horror/yandere visual novels I’m thinking peter. I feel like you’d stand out to him because of your style (considering his old goth phase) and another thing that kinda stood out to me is your mbti which is infj and the same as the y/n in the game lol. other than that even though you can be seen as intimidating and brutal, he’s a literal slasher and confirmed masochist so I’d say match made.

also extra but you i totally recommend ‘The Loverman Killer’ it’s a short web comic kinda series that kinda lines up w your interests and it’s made by mortis fox.

#matchup #scott pilgrim #scott pilgram takes off #your boyfriend #peter king #peter king x reader #peter x reader #ramona flowers #ramona flowers x reader

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greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you too much by sending in such a random ask. may I please have a romantic matchup for genshin? With possible nsfw headcanons if you’re feelin sassy, up to you.

I use they/he pronouns and I’m pansexual. my myers briggs type is INFJ and my star sign is taurus.

Im about 4’11..not to happy about it. I’m kind of introverted, and can be considered not a people person. I find life a little nihilistic. I’m into dressing in all black (trad, mopey, mall, black-metal, and hippie goth styles mainly, both fem and masc) or and taking a liking to gruesome and morbid things like slashers, analog horror, witchcraft, true crime, ghost hunting, necromancy, anatomy, etc. I typically consider myself a "gorehound" ig. I participate in "Vulture Culture"; and I also like to visit abandoned places just for fun, along with playing quite a few escape rooms. I just have a genuine comfort in the uncomfortable.

I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start talking, which may or may not come off as rude to people.

lots of people don’t like me or stay away from me because of my rude behavior. I’m not good with overly sensitive or overly annoying people at all because of that, and I can’t stand kids. Idiocy can get on my nerves too sometimes. I’m a huge animal person though, and I own a herd of four guinea pigs that I protect with my life. I have my moments where I can get really feisty, or very quiet and closed off. I’ve been told I’m also a laidback person. I’ve also been told I never know when to quit, and I find I hold grudges for certain things. It’s not as common now but I used to get called a vampire by other kids when I was younger since I had oddly pointy canine teeth. I find it funny, seeing how I am today. I also have an inside joke with my family where they call me "Irl Wednesday Addams" which I find funny too (if not a little annoying at the wrong times).

I find the most comfort in just being in my room drawing, listening to music ( the cure, london after midnight, pierce the veil, deftones, soad, cannibal corpse, slipknot, rob zombie,,,, sometimes melanie martinez , insane clown posse, jazmin bean or mother mother, etc. ), or even occasionally playing video games, reading, writing, or talking about a random conspiracy theory or shower thoughts I have. I do acting in my spare time as a small hobby too, and I’m learning how to play electric guitar. I also work as a scare actor.

I’m a plushie maniac and when I fall asleep you can always see me cuddled up to one of them. I find it because I’m really touch starved. I also have this specific blanket I can literally not sleep without. Im also a caffeine addict, and I’m guilty of being very submissive and maybe even masochistic- and a bit of a pyromaniac. I dissociate or daydream a lot, so you can often catch me starring.

I’m very fidgety, and often bite the inside of my cheek or bounce my leg rapidly. you don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.

you do get to this, thanks for your time. <3

I match you with Albedo!

Random little note before. I think we're both Taurus's and infj's (or I'm smthn like that) which is so funny LMAO

This was SUPER FUN people request more matchups!!!

He definitely doesnt believe with your nihilistic views, he thinks absolutely everything has a meaning and a science behind it. But he does agree with you in a sense that those meanings aren't very traditional. As mentioned before, he's an avid believer that there's science in everything, that includes destiny, life, and anything similar. Even the most minute things hold something worth inspecting further to him.

Thankfully for you, he's not too much taller, so he does not bully you about your height! Even if he was a giant, I really don't think he'd care all the much enough for it to bother him. The worst he does is offer you his little geo flower to stand on when you're struggling to reach for something. And while it is embarassing, it IS also very helpful. You win some you lose some.

Albedo has a certain fixation on your fashion that he cant really place, something about how alternatively you dress really attracts interests him. He thinks its a very nice show of individuality. He definitely wouldn't wear anything like that, though, no matter if you beg or not. He thinks its impractical, and he wouldnt want to get the expensive fabrics dirty during his experiments. Hair dye, though? It's on the table, you may get to see black/purple/rainbow haired Albedo, take your pick.

He's not very offput by your interest in death, even though he has more of an interest in the opposite. It's a crucial part to the cycle of life he's so obsessed with studying, and you're his go-to when he has any questions. Likely being immortal or long-living as he is, he has a hard time really wrapping his head around the concept of just- not existing. I think specifically your Vulture Culture would be a good way for him to think about that in the scientific way he desires. He finds it to be such a respectful way of presrving things, similar to paintings or photos. He may ask you to teach him at some point, but at first he's just content with watching. He may even sketch it when you finish!

Your humor is insulted, and while he can't exactly reciprocate it the same way you do, he definitely isnt offended by it. Albedo isnt always in on joking, but the few times he does crack out something, its brutal and VERY funny. Reference those poor Paimon jokes. He definitely likes your humor, though, he likes all humor. Just look at how well he handled Cyno. He can handle you too! You two can be brutally honest and socially inept together <3

This is where the first issue crops up. If you really dislike kids, then Albedo really just has to hope for the best when introducing you to Klee. She's a NIGHTMARE to deal with, and he'd never leave you alone with her (or anyone), but he does hope you two can at least get along. If worst comes to worse, he just does his best to keep you away from her shenanigens. If you do, somehow, enjoy her though? He's over the moon, even if its not very obvious.

A lot of 'dates' are really just the two of you cooped up in his Dragonspine camp, settled next to a fire and drawing in complete silence. He finds it comforting that neither of you need to speak to be entertained. Being the obvious autistic he is, he asks you to body double him a lot like this, Whether he's drawing, researching, or graphing down results, he's always working best when you're nearby. Hr doesnt really have any dedicated music he likes, so he tends to just let you play whatever you'd like during these times. If you watch close, you can catch him tapping his pen to the beat!

On the topic of your plush obsession, he definitely doesnt follow, but he thinks its rather cute. The first night you two got stuck in a snowstorm and you were left without your blanket, he felt so bad. So, he resolved himself to stay awake the whole night with you. Thankfully, all of the winds cleared up by early morning, and the two of you were able to get back to Mondstadt before anybody worried. He settled you down in your home and made sure you warmed up properly afterwards.

Albedo has no problems with your stimming or any anxiety attacks or the like. In fact, he stims pretty often himself (as mentioned before, he's definitely autistic). He finds himself picking up some of your habits only weeks after meeting, and thats how he knows youre someone he wants to keep tabs on. If an asthma attack hits, he's careful to calm you down and find your inhaler. And once he starts spending more time with you, he asks to keep a backup on him just in case you may need it. Long nights in insomnia, he's happy to be by your side and stay awake, scribbling away.

Before any nsfw, I wanna just note down a few more little romantic headcanons! You're defnitely his muse. When he's not drawing the strangest creatures or swapping experimental interests like wild, his warmups always include you. Doodles of you in the corners of his personal notes, his sketchbook full of detailed scenes of you playing in the snow, he's smitten. At some point, probably after asking you to move in or vice versa, he'd develop a sudden interest in exotic pets, and would ask you to get one with him. It's great, but now you have that and Klee to manage. He's happy to do the work, always good at keeping the crazies under control!

Finally what you've (probably) been waiting for! I'll keep this part short cuz its totally awkward writing nsfw about someone i dont know LMAO-

Albedo is definitely one to try anyhting you'd like. I dont think he'd take any particular interest or dislike in your masochism, but he's happy to bite and bruise if that's what gets you going. I think he's far more interested in your reaction to these things. Tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, tensing around him when he runs his nails down your spine. He's almost tempted to document every single sound, if he wasnt afraid somebody would find them and be traumatized by the detail.

You've definitely caught him in the progress of painting you in.. particular ways; likely after you wake up from a session. He has fairly decent aftercare, but he really only cleans you up and tucks you in before he's right back to work. You should probably get him to stop that-

And I know you totally only said genshin but I'm in the bsd mood so I'm giving you a short little extra at the end to take out my fixations on! Enjoy, even if you have no clue what bsd is!!!

I'm also gonna give you a quick match with Akutagawa!

Your aesthetics already match so well, but he dresses more victorian gothic than anything. And he definitely shares your nihilism and weird interests. He spends quite a bit of time indulging you in your ghost hunting, watching shitty old slasher movies and pretending like he's not scared of the analog horror. He's also got a shitty habit of scaring people off, but he's moreso just straight up rude rather than snarky. I don't think he's ever even cracked a joke on purpose, really.

He's definitely the "they asked for no pickles!" guy for you. Except instead of yelling he's just impaling the poor McDonalds worker with Rashoumon. SPEAKING OF! You TOTALLY love Rashoumon, it's basically his little built in dog. He treats it like one too!

Alrighty, that's enough of the extras, enjoy your matchup and have a good time with your emo bfs <3

#x reader #requests open #albedo x reader #albedo x reader smut #matchup #matchups #matchups open #x reader smut #smut #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #akutagawa #akutagawa ryuunosuke #akutagawa x reader #gave you a little extra matchup to quell my bsd brainrot<3

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meowsgirldrawing · 1 year ago

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Dorian and his elven daughter

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“Oh, fuck that.”

Dorian laughs, gripping the amulet in his hand tightly. His laugh echoes against the interior of his office, which is big enough to be considered a master bedroom honestly. He hears Bellatrix’s giggles emit from the crystal as his calms.

“I mean, the guy acts like an indecent asshole-”

“Are there any decent ones?”

“ You would know. ANYWAY-,”

Dorian bursts into more laughter.

“then turns around, acting shocked when you give it back to him- mind you, in a civilized manner. Jeez. Tevinter sounds great. ” She retorts, causing him seconds from wheezing in his chair.

After a moment, he breaths. He leans back in his chair and chuckles finally evening out. His hand holds against his chin, smiling wryly, “Maybe you can come to the next Imperial sphere, it’ll be grand! We can comment on the man’s attire- scare him into thinking the worst.”

“ Oh dear! I saw the Inquisitor and Magister Pavus speaking ill, I hope my luscious seat still shines afterward! ” Her voice deepens, the scornful attempt at a Tevinter accent could make his grandparents and father turn in their graves.

“I thought you didn’t like your former title though? A change of heart maybe?” He teases.

“Dor Dor, I’ve had to accept by now that it will follow me to my grave and even afterwards, whether I want it to or not. Might as well get some use of it.” She shrugs in spite of the fact he can’t see it, “Especially against some entitled, fucking wise-ass who tries to insult one of my favorite nieces.”

“Yes well, you’ll be glad to know that he not only looked like the most miserable, silliest person there, but I saw him practically run out with his tail between his legs soon after.

She snickers, “Good.”

“Thankfully, there was no falter in the new arrangements so everyone matter-of-factly expected Briva and I at the next gathering without trouble.”

A low whistle, “Damn, Dor, look at youuuu! Already some change in the social rank. Metaphorically, of course.”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, “Tis similar, still have much more work that will last well over a lifetime or two.”

“Yeah, well- good thing you- wait… FUCK! TURNIP, NO!-” A thud, Bellatrix coughs, and some shuffling. Dorian pauses, looking down at the crystal in his palm. It flicks from light to off, indicating more to the commotion. He hesitates, “Bella?” He taps it, all the same of knowing it’s alright- just something to check, “Bellatrix? Is everything alright?”

Soon, the crystal shines bright again with the elf’s voice coming through, albeit, breathless.

“The dog…jumped..on me.” More shuffling, “I think he heard my.. grt- whistling. …This is why I’m a cat person.”

He breaks into laughter as she huffs, “Are you alright?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, fucker.” She growls, her tone still light.

“Ass.”

“Shit-talker.”

He goes to continue their game when he notices Gilmi, one of the head servants of his household, standing nervously by the door, waiting patiently.

“Bella?”

“Yeah? Is everything alright?” She clearly picked up his change of tone.

“Not sure. I’ll send back for you once I’m done.”

“Got it, Dor Dor. Tell Briva her favorite Aunt said hi.”

He motions for the servant to come in, snickering, “You know she has close to 6 other Aunts, yes?”

“Un-noted. Take care.”

“You do the same.” The connection cuts and he stashes the amulet carefully back into his desk, giving the servant his full attention.

“Is something the matter, dear?”

“Not…exactly sir, Miss Briva is the library. Uhm, something occurred and now she’s scared. Mister Jervah told me to just come get you.”

The moment Dorian heard the second line, he jerked from his chair, his gut clenched. He doesn’t waste time, quickly thanking the elf before making his way down to the library. The clicking of boots doesn’t help his nerves. They only add to the ever-growing fear, his hands tight, and mind racing at any horror his daughter was frightened of.

Possibilities flood though. An assassin paid to kidnap or hurt her- Well, he knows the guards would have stopped and alerted him immediately, but still…. An animal at the window?- Briva absolutely adores them, she would have been running in, wanting to show him honestly. A book she shouldn’t have read, Then again, he holds all of the spell tomes or spell-based ones on a high shelf or locked in his office, safe……STILL-

Arriving at the doors, he makes haste in opening and coming through.

All right, time to throw all the previous worries out the window, along with his sanity- specifically the barely hanging nail one from across the room, shattered glass scattered around on on top of the window seal. One that completes the look of a tornado, fire, and ice-mixed wonderland.

Books are thrown off shelves, some burned with others frozen in crystal cold. The curtains scorched from the bottom up, continuous crackles hitting his ears. The floor has puddles of water, as well as short layers of ice in some spots- his foot almost slips but he steadies himself on a half-burned desk near the door.

He trudged slowly around the room, tensely looking everywhere with wide, fearful eyes, also casting out swift but small spells to counter the others. All the while, calling out for his little girl. Fear has him caged at this point; with all this mass of destruction, no wonder his little one was terrified.

“Briva, darling. Papa’s here, I-”

“Ser Pavus,”

He turns, presently holding a piece of paper, one that Briva had obviously been working on beforehand. The ink was fresh and oily.

“Jervah, where’s my daughter?” Maintaining his calm and ever-resounding nature in his voice. In spite of this, the older elf looks upon him with understanding. He motions towards the door across the library. It’s an extra room, made specifically for when he and Briva are focusing on her studies.

As Dorian crosses the foothold, Jervah speaks up assuringly, “I let the others know to leave you two be. You will need it.” Not understanding this but knowing he will soon, the Magister nods, before returning to his most important.

He casts a minor spell, a light orb that lights up the room. “Briva?...Briva, honey.” His voice is tight, trying his damndest to sound heartening- despite his own heart currently moving-

He stops at the shuffling. Moving the orb closer in its direction, he sees a small figure under the middle table- scooting further under it as if to hide from the light. He sighs, relief flooding over him when realization hits.

Dorian takes his time, hands behind his back as he sends multiple orbs around corners of the room, lighting it up more until it turns into a soft, light blue hue. Her favorite color.

“...Briva? Is everything alright, my dearest?”

She doesn’t respond, concealing her face in her knees, arms wrapped around her tightly. With a kneel, he takes notice of the ice around her fingertips.

Oh..

He blinks.

So that’s what happened….Another wave of relief, Her powers just manifested. That’s all..

Now, he speaks up, “Briva, dear, are you alright? Are you hurt?”

She takes a moment before shaking her head, just barely. “Do you want to come out?”

Another shake of the head.

“Alright,” He sits down and tucks his legs under him. His robes fell around him, touching the ice residue and crowding around the two of them. She moves her head up quickly.

“No!”

He stops, looking at her.

She gnaws on her lip. Her eyes were blotchy and red, with tears streaming down her bubbly cheeks as her pointed ears droop slightly.

“Y-you’re gonna mess up y-your outfit.”

Dorian can’t help himself- a short laugh escapes from him. Mae, the loving sport, was always saying how Briva could be his blood by how she acted at times; it’s clear as ever even now. Still chuckling at her confused and worried look, he gently coaxes her out from the table.

“Please, it’ll soon be water. It’s fine, I promise.”

She’s hesitant, bunching her light florid, green dress in her tiny hands. Reluctantly she moves and settles into his lap. Now sensing she wasn’t in trouble, she buried her face into his chest. Unfortunately, she starts tearing up again when his arms wrap around her in a tight, but soft cradle.

The patient quietness gets mellowed out as Dorian runs a soothing hand through her curly hair, “Are you alright, my dear?”

She doesn’t speak but nods. “What about your hands? Are they cold?”

A pause before another small nod.

“Here.” With an easy hand, he warms it just enough yet pauses when she flinches. He frowns, concerned. Briva has never been afraid of his magic. Nor Mae’s, Estel’s, or any other of her mage Aunts and Uncles. Curious yes, but never frightened. Only when she sees it in public or from other Magisters in general is when she gets somewhat nervous- that’s when he pulls her closer as to soothe her thoughts.

Kaffas- she just discovered herself that she has mage blood and after experiencing something such that is emotionally reeling to most young ones- especially at her age! Dorian curses inwardly at himself. The first thing I go and do is use one of the main elements.

Dorian moves his hand away an inch, “Is this alright, dear?”

She looks up before glancing down at his hand. She gives a small nod and lends her hand back.

As the frost disappears from her fingers, Dorian leans his back on the table side. It digs into his upper back, but he pays it no mind. He could care less when his daughter is his main concern at the moment.

“What happened?” Her body stills at the question.

“Briva?”

“... I-im sorry.. ” Dorian tilts his head, “Whatever for, my dearest?”

Her hands wipe her eyes, sniffling and whimpering. “I ruined the Library. The b-books are ruined! I-i didn't mean to- I was only reading what Mister Jervah gave me and then-,” A small sob escapes her, tearing at his heart. Every urge in his body fights against the instinct to hug her tightly to him, to hide her away from it; as much as he wants to, she needs some room to speak.

“A-and then! -Ice and fire came… I think I h-hurt Mr.Jervah!” Briva cries.

“Mr.Jervah said he was alright, dear. No need to worry.” He assures, brushing the curly hair from her face.

“B–b-but, in the Library! I-”

“The books, curtains, and any other affected object there can be replaced. You cannot, however.”

Briva looks down as her hands fumble in her lap. “..I’m sorry, papa..”

Dorian smiles, pulling her closer, “Briva, darling.”

She glances back up. The tears get gently wiped away by him, swiftly pulling down his long sleeve to dry her cheeks. As he does this, he continues, “Dear, you know what happened exactly, yes?”

She pauses. “I’m like Papa?”

He chuckles, nodding along, “Yes, you have what many consider, mage blood. You will learn more as you grow, but, “ He adjusts himself, still holding Briva in his lap, “You understand what that means, correct.” He checks.

“Yes, But,” She bites her cheek, “Isn’t it…dangerous? Aunt Mae said some people think mages are scary.”

He sighs, “Unfortunately people believe that, of course. It’s just like how many believe your other father is a scary beast all because of his appearance.”

“But father is nice! He’s not a beast.”

“I know that. But it’s an undeserving fact, sadly.”

She goes quiet again. A less tight grip on her dress, the same one that bundles around her, barely touching the ground underneath her father’s lap. She studies the way to fabric lay, thinking through her next words. Dorian is patient, only humming and brushing through her hair contently.

She’s hesitant, “ Can I…can I use my magic like yours?” She looks up, “Like how you used it to help Aunt Bellatrix and Estel?”

He smiles as she continues, “You said you only use it when the aid for people is needed, you helped people…I wanna do that.”

“With time and careful studies, indeed. It can be done, my dearest.”

It’s almost like she was never crying, never scared- her bright smile grew on her face before she erupted in giggles and hugged him. Like every time, he never hesitates to reciprocate, holding her close as chuckles leave him.

After leading her out of the study, Dorian and Briva find Jervah standing near the entrance of the Library. His grin matches Dorian's, as he greets Briva, who runs up to him with a worry in her brow. “Mister Jervah! Are you alright?”

The older man chuckles, kneeling down, “I am alright, madam. No need to worry.” She gives a shy smile and hugs him.

As Briva talks with Jervah, Dorian’s happiness starts to dwindle. Slowly and awfully as new anxiety kicks in. She’s a mage. His hidden gaze ponders over his daughter, who’s giggling as Jervah holds her up.

An elven mage….In Tevinter .

She’s going to have many troubles try and run through her. People are going to look upon her as nothing other than a unique piece for a stealer’s collection, or an unwanted soon enemy. People will want to hurt her.. His darling little girl. The dear one that his husband, Fuliz, saved close to 6 years ago.

Well….He perks up, “Briva?”

She looks over, smiling, “Yes, Papa?”

“Would you like to go with Miss Gilmi and get cleaned up? Papa and Jervah will take care of things here.”

She tilts her head, “Surely I can at least gather the saved books?”

Oh bless her , he instead shakes his head but keeps his smile plastered, “I’m quite sure, my dearest.” Leaning down, he welcomes her quick hug, placing a kiss on her head, “Run along now, we’ll be fine.”

With a nod and a small grin, she does so. Grabbing onto Gilmi’s outreached hand, she waves as the two leave.

He waves back, waiting for them to be completely out of view before he speaks in a quiet but firm tone, “Jervah, for now on: please notify the guards and staff to keep an extra eye on all entrances, no matter the circumstances. And if anything happens that concerns Briva or strange behavior from staff, tell me immediately.”

“Of course, sir.” Jervah bows, and makes his way out. Dorian turns, hands behind his back as he casts out spells. As chairs and tables float back to positions, the curtains being pulled down for replacement, and frost being melted and dried away, he stands near the window. His eyes ogle at the gate that guards his home.

He once felt shame and dishonor for who he was, for where he was from, for his decisions on who to love and be around. He feels his jaw clench, no matter what, he will make absolutely sure Briva will not ever feel the same still lingering feeling he feels now.

While his fears from before have just become stilling nightmares and comments he can now brush off without a blink,

While he now has a wonderful and sweet husband waiting to come visit him and their girl in between mercenary missions,

While he has multiple friends all over Thedas that wouldn’t think twice to help him when heeded-

The judgment and disdain from his peers continue like an endorsed flame. People look upon him and send assassins of words or people in their wake, in their distaste. People fight to stop his coming dent in their country, and all would turn towards his little girl when she joins his side. All for her pointed ears and now magic.

Well…he smirks lightly, spinning back to the room and out the door.

They best send their biggest armies at him and his own growing power, cause the Fade will have to destroy itself before he allows any of them to even step a foot near her.

She is his daughter, no matter the blood. As long as he lives and breathes, she doesn’t have to be afraid. Never like he once was.

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strikersexhaver · 1 year ago