#most of these r on my laptop which i don't plan on using until the power's back ugh

[aizawa-needs-coffee]

Hi!! Could I have a matchup please? I'm 18, pronouns she/her, I'm fine w any gender though I have a preference for males

If its of any relevance, physically I'm about 5'8 tall and on the chubby side, green eyes, brown hair (with blonde streaks) and I wear glasses

If you're into astrology/ mbti, I am a Sagittarius w both moon and rising in Cancer and I'm INFP

So I'm quite emotional lol. Usually very in touch with my emotions and quite perceptive of other's feelings as well. I have a huge saviours complex especially when it comes to feelings (i love helping others figure out their feelings, being a shoulder to cry on or even offering comforting hugs) but I try my best to keep it control cause I don't wanna be suffocating

On the outside I'd say I'm fairly organized, I keep my room clean and all of that, I'm a lil bit of a perfectionist but mentally I'm all over the place. I tend to get carried away by thoughts and emotions and end up procrastinating a lot; anxiety makes it all worse. In short, I suck at time management

To most people I may seem quiet and reserved but I actually really enjoy talking to people; I'm really insecure about not being funny or interesting enough tho. Around my friends I'm more relaxed but still have moments of self doubt

I can also be quite obsessive. If something really catches my interest I won't stop until I search all there is to know about it. For example I watched bnha, read the manga, the spin offs etc all in less than a month and now I'm indulging in fanart and fanfics because I need m o r e c o n t e n t hsbsb. I'm also that kind of person that listens to a new song they like on repeat until they hate it. Speaking of music, I can't say I have a taste lol. My fave genres are rock, pop and indie but I hear smth I like, I listen to it, whether its "high quality" music, basic or weird. Lately I've been listening to a lot of epicore which is literally the type of music thats used in fantasy and sci fi movies askfkdk

I like expressing myself through writing, singing and dancing but I really can't say I'm talented at either of those, it's all in good fun. I also enjoy reading (fiction, non-fic books bore me like hell; my fave genres are fantasy, sci fi and crime) but I haaate literature in school. I'm actually a bit of a math nerd and this year I'm starting uni, studying computer science!! Oh! I've also taken drama classes for 2 years (despite the fear I loved being on stage and plan on starting again once I'm done w the baccalaureate), I love playing D&D and while I woulnd't quite call myself a gamer, I love role playing video games. I'm also almost always down for any kind of multiplayer video games w friends although I have no experience

I'm not a sportive person, I go on walks or do a few exercises every now and then at home but I'm willing to try stuff out like a new sport or going to the gym w an s/o. I do plan on starting self defense classes soon and maybe taking up sword fighting (I love swords hehe)

Tbh I've never been in a relationship so I'm not really sure how I would act w an s/o, nor what I'm exactly looking for. I best express my affection through physical touch tho and that includes my friends so I'd like someone who isn't bothered or can get used to that (s/o would still receive the most hugs/ cuddles etc). I'm not that comfortable w the other love languages for friends and family, but I think I'd be a lot more eager to express my love through them for s/o. If I'm on the receiving end, my weakness is still physical touch :)) but I also need words of affirmation every now and then cause insecurities 🌠 and while I wouldn't ask for anything, especially objects, I am a hoarder and I'd keep any kind of gift like its a national treasure simply bc its from someone I love.

In addition, it doesn't really matter if s/o is more on the emotional or rational side a long as they dont invalidate my feelings; it angers me a lot and makes me feel even more insecure. I tend to isolate when I'm really really upset about something so I need a lil bit of pushing to talk abt it; I'm open to talk abt my feelings but I need the verbal confirmation that they care and wanna help, its not just cause they're being nice

Wow that is a lot of rambling jeez ajsjsjs sorry. Thank you so much if you've read throught that all and ty for the match up!!

Me and my wife literally having a ten minute debate on who we’d pair you with before I made my choice. Thanks for all the details and I hope you enjoy the match up!

I match you with Sero

I feel he’s outgoing and extroverted enough to help you with your anxiety and always reassure you that you are good at things and he does love you, he’s also so chill and laid back that even if you were clingy he’d not mind, he’d embrace it, his chill nature would help balance you. He would help you feel grounded and have a ‘you don’t have to do it all now’ attitude but would happily help you out. You need help going to the store? He remembers the list you wrote, having trouble fitting in lunch while you study? He’ll come to your door with pizza.

He’s determined and outgoing but isn’t aggressively positive and loud either which I think is why I picked him over Kirishima for you.

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“Hey babe, whatcha reading?” Sero asked sitting next to you on the sofa, he handed you a soda which you gratefully took, not looking up from your laptop screen.

As soon as he was sat down comfortably your hand grabbed his, clasping your fingers together as you managed to tear your gaze away from the Wikipedia page which was still open. You blinked up at him and shook your head.

“Oh just something I learned about today and wanted to do some.. extra reading” you explained.

He nodded his head and drank his soda watching as your face lit up as you started to ramble about the topic, he didn’t really know much about it but the way you told him about everything, the way you happily expressed your interest towards the topic made him happy. He gave you his big grin when you finished.

“Sorry, I rambled..” You felt bad, you always felt nervous when you info dumped on people.

“Nah, it’s cool, I didn’t mind at all” he brought your hand up to his face and gave it a kiss, your face flushed at the gentle gesture which caused Sero to laugh playfully.

“Well, if your sure… I just wanted something to take my mind off chores”.

“It’s the weekend, you don’t have to rush anyway.. and if you don’t feel better by tomorrow I can help, you can wash the dishes and I’ll dry?” he suggested still peppering kisses on the back of your hand before you set your laptop down and crawled closer to him.

You nodded softly, that sounded a lot more manageable, you felt your anxiety settle down from a raging nagging feeling to something easier to tolerate. He was such a good influence on you. Sero set down his drink and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to his chest.

“The guys want to come over and say hi later, maybe get pizza… but I can tell them not tonight if you aren’t feeling it… maybe you can play that new game you got? I liked watching you play the other night” He suggested as he nuzzled your head, enjoying how your hair felt on his face.

“Maybe… can I give you an answer later?”

“Yeah, no rush babe”

You smiled softly feeling the lanky boy kiss the side of your head and listened as you carried on talking about the trivia of your current interest.

[authorized-trash]

To Tie A Knot: Chapter Two: Fate's Folly

Trigger Warnings:

Sympathetic Deceit, Self Hate, Anxiety Disorder, Minor Death, Sickness, Unconsciousness, Mentions of Hospitals, mild language, if I missed any tell me!

Chapter Summary:

Fate made one very welcome mistake when it brought these four together. (Aka- Roman is a stuttering mess, and Logan is a smart cookie)

Word Count: 2,200+

Note: Wow I actually wrote this, good job me! I didn't plan on the next chapter coming out so fast, but hey, I didn't want to forget the good ideas I had for it. Thank you all, so, so much for the support. It really just means the entire world to me, honestly.

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Logan had known he was different for a very long time.

Everything about him was strange. The way he spoke, the way he never slouched, the way he could do incredibly large problems in his head with ease. Even the way he interacted with others was weird.

You would think most people would find him strange for those reasons, but no. Actually, they pointed out something different entirely.

While a fatestring could not be seen by anyone other than the two connected by it, they did infact cast a shadow. It was the oddest thing, no one could explain it, but they did.

So when people would go to shake the young man's hand and saw the three strings that traveled with his hand through shadow, they were taken aback. It was unnatural. Wrong.

They'd rush away without much else to say, or force a smile and slowly back off.

Logan knew he was strange, he knew that the three strings did nothing to help that, but he couldn't find anything in him to care.

He couldn't change anything if he wanted to anyway.

~

Roman was... Extra, to say the least. He was a loud young man with an eye for theater. He was an actor, set on becoming a Broadway or Hollywood star.

He never minded the looks people gave him, the way his three fatestrings brought attention to him. He loved the attention, basked in it. Loved it like a snake loves the sun.

"Why of course I have three! The universe would never stick someone like me with only one person, it'd be overwhelming! Poor thing would faint," he had announced one day, his voice dramatic. The others just snickered, what a weirdo.

Roman would spend his evenings singing Disney songs while he tidied his room, or gently tapping rythms to Baby Blue, one of the strings. You see, he had given them all nicknames based on color. Baby Blue, Navy, and Violet. He loved them all dearly, despite not knowing much about any of them.

He did know this.

Navy tapped rhythmically, slow and steady. They seemed collected. Evidence for that? Eh, not much, but Roman could just feel it. Baby Blue was bubbly, and would tap songs along with the actor. Baby Blue seemed nice and happy, bubbly.

Violet didn't talk much. He'd get a tug from his side every once in awhile, but other than that, nothing. It'd tremor sometimes though, as if V was trembling. Roman was quick to act, running a finger along the string to send vibrations. He hoped the others were doing something similar.

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Patton was an exciting ball of pure joy. The soft male would wear skirts whenever he damn well pleased, tied his ashy hair in pony tails, spun in circles until he fell down in the park, made flower crowns, and fed ducks grain because he knew bread was bad for them.

He was just an amazing person overall.

His eyes were a soft blue behind thick rimmed glasses, his face covered in freckles. He always seemed to smile, showing off the small gap in his front teeth.

He helped his mother in a small bakery, near the towns college. They got good enough business, and one day Patton was supposed to inherit the place.

The steady income was promising, so the twenty-one year old didn't have to worry about college. They weren't poor, but they also couldn't afford something like that.

Oh well, he'd just have to continue living life to it's fullest, and looking for his three soulmates.

Yep, three! He was so proud of them, despite not knowing much about them. He knew NB was calm, R was anything but, and V was different.

Patton was sure he'd love them unconditionally, he only hoped they'd show him the same.

~

Virgil hated everything about this damn place. From the cold walls to the high windows, this whole place was just genuinely unwelcoming and scary.

Virgil had an anxiety disorder, so everything had him on edge. He had to wait in a lecture hall before leaving so the halls would be clear, and then sneak out.

Anyone who didn't know him would say he was emo. Anyone who did know him could confirm that.

He had a very dark wardrobe, the only colors other than dark blacks were variations of purple. His trademark jacket he's had for years, he made it himself, was black with purple patchwork.

He wore minimal makeup, normally just going out in eyeshadow and eyeliner. He didn't like color, made him stick out too much.

School was Hell. All that occurred was bullying and anxiety. The students of the college didn't take too kindly to someone as different as him, someone with three soulmates.

Virgil used to think he was alone, even if he did have soulmates out there somewhere, who could love him? He honestly thought that they would probably never even attempt to like him, they probably hated the fact they had more than on soulmate.

Actually, now that he thought about it, did they even share soulmates? Was Virgil just doomed to be attached to three people who had no connections to eachother? How would this even begin to work, how would he ever be able to deal with it?

Thoughts like this tormented him everyday, all the way until he met his first soulmate, Red.

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>Two years prior<

It had been a decently normal day, the sky bright and full of fluffy, white clouds. Virgil leaned against a large oaktree somewhere at the edge of the college campus, nodding his head along to some music discreetly. He messed around on Tumblr for a bit, before sighing and looking up at the students that walked around.

At first he didn't pay much mind to the string that stretched out towards crowd, he was used to his fatestrings moving and stretching out. They never caught on anything, it was impossible.

But then he noticed how it moved. The red string was moving quickly across the field, so either his soulmate was moving extremely fast, or they were... Right there.

A male ran through the crowd, going opposite Virgil, obviously not seeing the string, which was very obviously connected to them both.

Virgil's heart skipped, and he stood up, shoving his phone in his pocket and pulling his headphones to his neck. He took off, running for the soulmate that was connected to him through the red string.

Virgil ran, all anxiety forgotten, the pull of a soulmate too strong to ignore. He ran, his converse loud against the asphalt path.

"Hey! Wait!" He shouted, shoving past people who began to move to the side. The other must be in a rush, for he didn't stop or wait.

He had a red sports jacket on, and white pants. An odd choice of clothing, but he was most likely a prep of some sort. Either way, Virgil just had to catch up.

"Stop!" Virgil shouted, losing Red in the crowd. He continued running, but slowed down a bit. There was just no way-

No, you know what-

Virgil yanked, as hard and as fast as he could on the red string. He felt it tug, the distance now so small there was no slack. He saw Red now, who had stumbled back and dropped his papers.

Red looked down at his string, following it with his eyes until-

They made eye contact. Red's eyes widened and Virgil suddenly felt his anxiety pooling back through him, an illness that refused to be forgotten.

He pushed it back, walking forward to pick of Red's papers. He stacked them nicely together, before standing up and coming face to face with the soulmate, who was still in shock.

He gently placed the papers in Red's hands,

"You'll need these. Don't be late to your rehearsal," Virgil muttered, noting that the papers were scripts.

"I- well uh-" Red stuttered, looking from the papers to Virgil, who just laughed.

"It's Virgil," He said, giving the actor a dumb smile. He got an idea suddenly, picking out a pen from his pocket. Normally he'd be embarrassed that he just whipped out a glitter pen, but honestly, he was an artist and it was a useful tool. Besides, no time to dwell now.

Virgil scribbled down his number on Red's hand, his touch feather-light, ghosting on his tan skin.

×××-×××-××××

~ Virgil

He smiled at Red, before running off, disappearing. Red was left to stand there, staring at the number written in glittery ink. Oh God- wow okay- he- oof.

~

Patton loved his soulmates, he really did, but holy shit was this beginning to annoy the pastel young man.

Navy had been tapping for hours nonstop, constantly. The same pattern, over and over and over. Patton couldn't take it, he had to study, he had to, but how would he ever with this nonstop tap tap tap tap tap-

Wait, Navy never did this, he only tapped when Patton tapped first, or sometimes at night, probably by accident. Maybe there was something wrong, maybe Patton should try to help.

So he sat down at his desk, and tapped three times back. Navy seemed to stop, before starting again, this time harder with more vigor.

Tap tap tap tap... Tap... Tap hold tap tap...

And some more was added to the sequence, before it starting over. Patton furrowed his brow, he'd heard of something like this, maybe-

'Oh my goodness,' Patton thought as realization hit him like a truck, 'It's Morse code.'

He rushed to grab a pencil, knocking over a vase of flowers in the process. He didn't even look for paper, just waited for the next sequence and scribbled down what he heard.

.... . .-.. .-.. --- / .. .----. -.. / .-.. .. -.- . / - --- / ..-. .. -. -.. / -.-- --- ..-

He tapped back happily, but he didn't think Navy understood that he knew, as the soulmate just started tapping ferociously, as if frustrated.

Patton ran to grab a laptop, haphazardly throwing it onto the bed and jumping up beside it. He looked up a Morse code translator and typed it in.

"Hello, I'd like to find you."

His heart stopped beating for a moment. Patton didn't know what to think, but he did know what to do.

He typed in a message in English, and tapped back,

.. / .-- .- -. - / - --- / -- . . - / .-- .... . .-. . / .- .-. . / -.-- --- ..-

"I want to meet where are you?"

Simple and not super well thought out, but hey, it worked. Navy stopped tapping, realizing what was happening. They gave a small yank, and Patton repeated himself.

They tapped back and forth for a few more hours, simple messages. They'd meet in the park, it turned out that they both lived close.

Oh, he couldn't wait!

~

Roman felt like screaming, he met his soulmate, got his number, and was going to meet him! They'd be going to the park together for a little first date, to discuss the other two strings.

He was so excited, he just couldn't help it. Oh how fate had blessed him, Violet, or Virgil it turned out, was just stunning! Messy brown hair died purple at the ends, a jacket that seemed to be fluffy and comfortable, oh, how Roman wanted to just hold the smaller male, oh how he'd-

'Woah there Roman, you're making your own gaydar go off,' He thought to himself as he stared up at the ceiling. He had twirled until he couldn't no more, falling backwards onto his nice red blankets fit for a king.

Oh, but what a day it would be!

•••

>Present Day<

Remy didn't know what he'd expected, but it wasn't this.

When Damian didn't return his calls, he expected to find the male asleep, or out somewhere to eat. Perhaps with a lost phone.

But no, instead, he and Emile had stumbled upon something even worse.

Damian's small body was shrunk in on itself, knees tightly to his chest. He was curled in a corner by his TV and wall, a small bit of dried blood on his cheek where he had hit his head, the blood dripping down his face.

The circles under his eyes were dark, his skin sallow. His hair was a mess, and he was sweating slightly, as if he were feverish.

His eyes were open slightly, but he didn't seem to be very conscious. His eyes lazily followed the two soulmates as they rushed over to him.

"Dee, babe, are you alright? What happened?" Remy asked, putting the back of his hand to Damian's forehead. It was practically steaming.

"I'll- I'll go get an ambulance," Emile said as he stood up, running into another room to look for a phone, he'd left his at Remy's place.

Remy looked Damian over, he didn't seem to be very hurt, only sick. What could have caused this? What-

He saw Damian's arm convulse a bit, and the boy whimpered, curling further in on himself. Remy's eyes softened in pity, and he went to help Dee up.

The smaller of the two gladly leaned into Remy's cooler touch, thankful to get out of that corner. He was picked up into a princess' carry, his head falling weakly onto Remy's shoulder.

Emile came back in, stating an ambulance was on it's way and to get him outside where it was easy to collect him and take him to the hospital. Remy nodded,

"Turn on the lamp, I can't see," He said softly, as if loud noises would scare the half-conscious young man in his arms.

Emile didn't hesitate to turn it on, but the moment he did, he gasped in horror. His gaze fell onto the wall behind Remy.

Remy turned slowly, and he had to hold on to Dee a little tighter so not to drop him.

The shadow- his fatestring- was-

It was dangling uselessly from his hand, severed.

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