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ginnsbaker · 2 months

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fic: if i bleed (you'll be the last to know) (2/?)

Part summary: Leigh goes on a double date with Jules. You reach a tipping point with Leigh's relentless hostility towards you.

Pairing: Leigh Shaw x Fem!Reader | Word count for this part: 5,072 | Warnings/Tags: None for now... smut eventually, enemies to lovers A/N: So... this turned into more than a two-shot. But it will still be a mini-series. It's also kinda slow burn for a mini series (lol). Also, this isn't canon compliant at all. Meaning, I took a lot of liberties and added stuff to Leigh and Matt's relationship, and it doesn't follow the timeline of the show. With that said, enjoy!

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The vet bills hit Leigh's bank account way harder than she’s willing to admit.

She knew taking care of pets could get pricey, but she thought that was just for those on their last leg, like Matt's dog, Rogue. Facing those steep costs made her think twice about turning down Drew's offer a while back to bring back her advice column. So, she calls him up as soon as she pays up a quarter of the charges on her credit card for Visitor's medical expenses.

Drew answers on the second ring. “Hey Leigh, what's up?”

Leigh doesn’t beat around the bush. She never has to with her best friend. “Can we meet at the cafe? I need to talk to you about something.”

“Sure. Be there in 20,” Drew replies right away.

The coffee shop they frequent is a small local business that specializes in cold brews. Leigh’s favorite thing about it is not the coffee though, but its interior: mismatched chairs, bookshelves lining the wall, and the temperature that’s always just right. Leigh arrives first, securing their favorite table near the window. Drew walks in a few minutes later, coffee already in hand, and greets her with a warm smile.

“Okay, spill. What's going on?” Drew asks as he takes a seat.

“I've been thinking... about the column. I was wrong to turn it down. I want back in.”

The look of utter surprise on his face tells Leigh this was the last thing he expected. She senses his response won't be a straightforward yes.

“I'd be thrilled to have you back, Leigh, I really would—”

“But?” Leigh cuts in. She doesn’t need to hear a bullshit ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ excuse. She wishes Drew would just be as direct with her as she is with him.

Drew lets out a sigh. Under different circumstances, saying no to Leigh would be as easy as declining an upsell from a McDonald's cashier. However, ever since Leigh became a widow, rejecting her feels significantly harder, even though he's well aware that Leigh values honesty over pity.

“But the thing is, the new writer’s really hitting it off with our audience. She's had a string of articles go viral lately.”

Leigh doesn’t look at all impressed by that. “Yeah, I heard.”

Personally, Drew’s not a fan of the new writer's style, and honestly, he still prefers Leigh. It would just be a hard sell if he brought this up to management. As the saying goes: if it ain't broke, don't fix it.

“Look, I still think you have a unique voice. You know I’d still take advice from you over the new girl.”

Leigh scoffs a little at that, shaking her head. Drew rolls his eyes; it’s typical of Leigh to never know how to take a compliment. He continues, “How would you feel about guest writing? Maybe for the first couple of weeks, we could find a way to incorporate your insights into a series or a special feature.”

It’s not what she hoped for, but she recognizes the olive branch for what it is.

And she’ll take it.

“I... yeah, I think that could work, Drew. I've got a ton of new ideas, and this... this could be great,” Leigh says. “Uhm, thanks.”

Drew grins. “I thought you'd like that. Let's kick off with a couple of guest pieces, see how it goes.”

Leigh half-heartedly returns his enthusiasm just as her order of cheeseburger and affogato are served.

“Anything new with you?” Drew asks, his voice taking on that tone he reserves for the really good gossip. Knowing Drew's helping her out, Leigh figures a little life update wouldn't hurt as a form of thanks.

That update is about you. And the moment Leigh spills the beans, Drew's face lights up like a Christmas tree. But his excitement fizzles out just as fast when he figures out Leigh's got nothing scandalous to say. All she mentions is how you might've missed the mark by not doing your homework on the guy you were seeing.

“What’s your plan then?”

“Seems like everyone’s asking me that,” Leigh says flatly.

“You took your stray to her place, right? So, there must be some sort of plan. I mean, you could've gone to any other vet if you wanted to avoid her.”

“Yeah, but her clinic's location is so convenient, and I didn't want to shrink my world just for her.”

Drew hums in response. Leigh admits she’s been unusually passive with you. Normally, she'd confront issues head-on, but even almost half a year later, she still hasn’t fully processed Matt’s death, let alone his cheating. She's been trying a new tactic, almost as if by ignoring her problems, she hopes they'll fade away on their own. She seems to be betting on the idea that if she pretends long enough, maybe one day she'll wake up and find those issues have lost their grip on her.

“I don’t know Leigh, the whole thing’s weird,” Drew says, scrunching up his face a bit.

“It’s not like I’m trying to make a friend or enemy out of her,” Leigh replies with a shrug. “I’m just using her services as a doctor, and she’s getting paid for it. That’s all there is to it.”

“Oh, so that’s why you need your old job back. She’s draining your purse,” he says, smirking as he adds, “Bitch.”

“You don’t have to call her that,” Leigh chides, though the corner of her mouth twitches in amusement. Deep down, she understands the twisted satisfaction in disliking someone without having to justify it.

“The funniest thing that can happen is if you two actually end up being friends,” Drew quips, picking up an accidental curly from Leigh’s plate.

Leigh finds that scenario hard to imagine, almost impossible. She doesn’t think she can be friends with someone Matt liked more than her.

Leigh is hunched over her laptop, with sheets of paper and colorful markers spread out on the table, meticulously designing missing dog posters for Visitor.

Jules, leaning against the doorframe with a mug of coffee in hand, watches Leigh for a moment before speaking up. “You know, you should've done that the second you decided to take Visitor in.”

Leigh doesn't look up from her screen. “His leg needed to be taken care of first,” she reasons.

Jules rolls her eyes, pushing off from the doorframe to come closer. “And? How did it go at the clinic?”

Leigh pauses, then lets out an exaggerated sigh. “I already told you about the tests Visitor had to go through. They said he’ll be fine.”

“I mean with the doctor, not the patient,” Jules clarifies with a smirk.

There's a beat of silence before Leigh quips, “No cat fights happened, I promise,” her eyes going back to her laptop.

“Any chance she knocked off a bit of the bill?” Jules asks, moving to sit behind Leigh to take a peek of her work. It looks like an 8th grader’s art project, but she bites back any criticisms.

“Nope.”

“Told you she’s a bitch,” Jules murmurs under her breath.

“It's not like anyone's doing charity work these days, especially not in this economy,” Leigh argues weakly.

“Yeah, right. Like she needs your money, Leigh. Veterinarians are loaded, if you didn’t know.”

“If you say so.”

Jules decides to drop the subject, and Leigh can hear her shuffling and thinking behind her.

“Hey, there's something I've been wanting to ask you. Don't get mad, okay?”

“Prefacing like that? I'm bracing myself to be utterly scandalized,” Leigh says before smiling and sneaking a glance at Jules.

“Great, you’re cracking jokes again. That’s a good sign,” Jules deadpans but a second later, she’s smiling too.

“Ask away,” Leigh prods.

Jules takes a deep breath, and then:

“Do you think you’re ready to meet someone new?”

Leigh suddenly stops, her fingers just hanging there above the keyboard, unsure of what to do next. What’s the protocol here? If three months is usually the cooling period after a break-up before one can start dating other people, then what's the deal when it's about a husband who's not only passed away but was also cheating? How does that work?

Before Leigh can come up with an answer, she realizes she's already saying no.

Jules groans. “Come on, it's just a double date. It'll be fun. You and me and—”

“I’m really not in the mood to meet other people, Jules.”

Jules cuts in, laying it on thick. “Leigh, seriously, when was the last time you went out and had a little fun? You're practically turning into a recluse. I won't stand by and watch my sister morph into the neighborhood's infamous dog lady.”

“Dog lady? Really?”

“I'm just saying, it's either try something new or start knitting dog sweaters for fun. Your choice.”

Jules can be a real pest sometimes; it’s an endearing quality except when they seem ready to go for each other's throats.

“You think you’re hilarious, don’t you?” Leigh rests her chin on her hand, seriously considering the invitation for a second. “I don’t know how to meet people, Jules. I stopped meeting people when I met Matt. He was my entire world, you know?”

Jules softens, throwing her arms around Leigh’s shoulders. “I know. And I wouldn't push if I didn't think it could be good for you. Plus, I promise, if it's awful, I'll personally escort you out and we can ditch them for ice cream. How's that?”

Leigh senses that Jules won't give up until she gets a yes, so she decides to concede just this time and get it over with.

“Okay, okay, you win. I'll go on your stupid double date. But if this ends in disaster, you're buying me the biggest tub of ice cream you can find,” Leigh says, shrugging her sister off her.

Jules pumps her fist in victory. “Deal! You won't regret this, Leigh. And who knows? It might actually be fun.”

The double date goes surprisingly smoothly, except for the occasional touches coming from her date. To be fair, they are typical for a date and are executed with respect. However, for some reason, Leigh finds herself unusually conscious of every physical contact, making her anxious to move things along and call it a night.

As they step out of the restaurant, Leigh mentally scrambles to remember her date's name. She's bracing for the goodbyes, ready to retreat into the comfort of her room, when Tommy, Jules' girlfriend, suggests they cap the night off at a new bar. It turns out Leigh's date has an investment in the place. He jumps at the suggestion, clearly eager to flaunt this detail, perhaps hoping to impress her.

He does earn a sincere, “That’s cool,” from Leigh, just before she slides into the backseat of his car. Tommy quickly calls dibs on the front seat, leaving the siblings sitting next to each other in the back.

The new bar clearly wants to be the town’s next hotspot, but it seems to be trying too hard. It's got this odd vibe where you're not sure if you should be dancing or just looking around, wondering what it really wants you to do. But Leigh agreed to this, and she won’t embarrass Jules by ditching.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

She stiffens a bit as he draws near, the heat of Patrick's breath—Jules had reminded her of his name during the car ride—making her uncomfortably aware of how close he is. She shifts, trying to put a polite distance between them without seeming too obvious about it. “Um, just a gin and tonic, please,” she says.

She practically sighs in relief as Patrick heads off to order, her eyes darting around the bar. The 90s R&B background gets her head bopping, but all she’s thinking about is her couch and an episode of Parks and Recreation waiting for her at home. Jules and Tommy are in their own little world, giggling and looking all cozy. Leigh never thought she could feel like a third wheel on a double date.

Patrick is taking his time, and when Leigh cranes her neck to peer over the bar, she catches him striking up a conversation with a blonde. Her eyes narrow into slits as she watches, both of them obviously charmed by the other as Patrick laughs at something she said, enjoying himself in a way he hadn’t all night.

Leigh feels a prick of irritation. Sure, she hasn’t been giving him the time of his life, but they’re still on a date. Isn’t there some unwritten rule about not flirting with other people when you're supposed to be with someone?

She waits a bit longer, hoping Patrick would remember he was supposed to be getting her a drink and come back. However, he hasn't moved an inch from his spot and is even passing Leigh's drink to the woman as they keep chatting. Leigh’s mind races. She knows she isn’t into Patrick, has been giving him nothing but the bare minimum, yet she can't shake off the feeling of being slighted. It's not like she wanted his undivided attention, but this... this just seems rude.

She catches Jules looking at her, a questioning eyebrow raised. Leigh just shrugs, not sure how to explain the jumble of feelings she's experiencing without sounding petty or jealous.

When Patrick finally comes back with her drink, the mood has already turned sour for Leigh. She musters a polite smile, accepts the gin and tonic with a thank you, but then heads to the bar on her own without saying anything more. At this point, she's indifferent to what Patrick, Tommy, or Jules might think or say of her; she's finished playing nice for the day.

Leigh slams her gin and tonic like it's water, the sting barely registering. She signals for another without missing a beat and strangers start sliding over drinks with cheeky grins. She toasts to nothing, to no one, letting the conversations slip away before they can get even one word out.

By drink number six—or was it seven?—everything's spinning, laughter too loud, lights too bright. Leigh’s clinging to the bar for dear life when she thinks she sees you. But as quickly as the figure appears, it's lost again, leaving her questioning her ability to handle her alcohol. Back in her college days, Leigh could hold her liquor like a champ, thanks to endless nights of partying. But now, staring down at her drink, she realizes she might've overestimated her current tolerance. The alcohol hits harder than she remembers, making her head swim more than she'd like to admit. It's been a while since she's gone this hard, and her body isn't shy about reminding her.

The worst part of it though is why, of all the faces her mind could conjure up, it's choosing yours.

Just as she tries to shake off the bizarre vision, your face appears again, this time on the dance floor, writhing in a sea of thick, sweating bodies. You're dancing closely with a man, and it’s—

It’s Matt.

Leigh blinks rapidly, attempting to dispel the hallucination because it's impossible; Matt is dead—this can't be real.

But the image of you and Matt refuses to go away. She continues to see the way your grind against him, the way you caress his face as you pull it further into your neck. Anger surges through her, hot and uncontrollable, and before she knows it, her last shot of tequila crashes to the floor. Before the bartender or anyone else can even figure out what's happening, Leigh storms through the crowd, pushing her way to what she believes is you and her husband, and shoves the couple hard. The moment she does it, the fog in her brain finally clears.

She saw wrong. They’re just a random couple, looking as shocked as she feels mortified.

Humiliated and more drunk than she's willing to admit, Leigh doesn't stick around to apologize. Tears start to well up as she pushes through the crowd, dodging empty faces while Jules' calls fade into the background. She shoves through the last of the mob, bursts through the doors into the night, and freedom feels just a breath away. But that breath catches, twists into a violent churn in her gut, and she can barely stagger a few desperate steps away from the entrance before her knees are on the cold pavement, and she’s spilling out onto the ground in front of her. A few groans of disgusts from the people around her doesn’t register as she succumbs to the consequences of her indulgence. Shortly after, she remembers why she’s cut back on alcohol, apart from the fact that Matt abhors it, turns him off more than anything.

“Leigh?”

The voice is familiar, even if she’s heard it only a few times. Her head's spinning as she looks up, the chilly air slapping her face after the stuffiness of the club. She blinks, trying to clear the blur of tears and the aftereffects of one too many drinks, squinting at the figure stepping out from under the streetlights.

Your face, more clearly now under the lamp post is kind of sobering her up a bit.

So, were you actually there in the club, or is Leigh so haunted by thoughts of you and Matt—thoughts she's tried so hard to ignore and bury—that she managed to conjure you as a way to finally confront her true feelings about the entire situation? It’s always the battles with herself she never wins.

“Hey, you alright?” you ask, lowering yourself to get a better look at her but keeping back a bit—just enough space for her to catch her breath or in case she needs to throw up again.

Leigh doesn't respond, doesn't even seem to see you're there. You rummage through your crossbody bag, pulling out some wet wipes and offering them to her. She still doesn't look up, but grabs what you’re offering with a little force.

She proceeds to wipe her mouth and then her entire face as you continue talking, words tumbling out in a nervous stream.

“I saw you back there, in the club. I wasn't sure if I should come up to you, you know, with everything that's happened... with me being... well, the person I am in all of this,” you explain softly. “And then I saw what happened, how upset you got. Sorry I followed you here, I…I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Leigh abruptly gets to her feet, and you instinctively step back, giving her more room than probably needed.

“Why?” Leigh fires at you, her tone so icy it almost makes you regret coming after her. You're taken aback, eyebrows scrunching up in confusion.

Why what?

“Why do you even care?” she clarifies, eyeing you as if you're the densest person on the planet.

You grasp for something, anything that sounds like you're not just here out of guilt. “Anyone who knows you would be worried,” you say before you can think twice about what it could mean.

Leigh's laugh is sharp, cutting. “You don't know me,” she throws back.

“Yeah, I don’t,” you mumble to yourself. You wish you did, so you could fix this.

Leigh’s anger doesn’t let up. “You know what I think? You're playing the good Samaritan to scrub off your guilt. But not knowing Matt was married? That's on you. I bet you never asked too many questions because you wanted him to be Mr. Perfect—single, ready to mingle, the dream guy.”

Opening your mouth to argue, you find yourself at a loss. Leigh’s not entirely wrong. With Matt, you were in a bubble, caught up in the thrill of meeting someone who seemed so right, so honest. You clung to his every word, wanting to believe in this image of him you'd built up.

The truth is, you never wanted to meet Leigh Shaw; you wanted to believe Matt's only fault was how he ended things with you, by disappearing.

But before you can admit to all of that, Leigh is already storming off. You think about chasing after her, but she spins around so fast at your footsteps, shooting you a threatening look and a low, “Stop following me,” that nails you to the ground.

You keep staring at the spot she disappeared from, long after she's gone, wondering why Matt felt the need to find love elsewhere.

Leigh goes home, but not to an empty house. The second she opens the door, Visitor bounds into her arms, full of wiggles and wet nose kisses. Her mom's off somewhere, doing who knows what—Leigh's stopped trying to figure out where or why. Meanwhile, her phone buzzes with a string of voicemails from Jules, but Leigh's not in the mood to dive into those just yet. She decides they can wait till morning, along with the other missed calls and unread messages from strangers, asking for more information on Visitor.

For now, she peels off her socks and pants, leaving them scattered carelessly up the stairs before passing out on her bed.

Visitor’s follow-up check-up rolls around way too quickly for comfort. The moment Leigh steps through the clinic door with the dog in tow, you can practically cut the tension with a knife. Leigh's trying to keep it together, but her attempts at civility are imbued with a coldness that can’t be ignored.

With only a small ‘good morning’ from you and a nod from Leigh, you start the consultation, knowing you’d be doing her a favor if you just get right to it.

“How's Visitor been eating?” you ask as you work your stethoscope.

“He eats fine,” Leigh drawls.

You nod, jotting down a note before moving on, “And his activity levels? Any changes there?”

Leigh’s response comes laced with sarcasm.

“Oh, he's just peachy. Running marathons every morning.”

You clear your throat, trying to rein in your mounting annoyance at her childish behavior. “I'm just trying to get a complete picture,” you say.

But Leigh's not having any of it. Her comments grow sharper, her patience thinning, and it's clear she's more interested in taking jabs at you than discussing her dog's health.

Her last sarcastic remark has you drawing the line. “Leigh, you can be upset with me all you want outside of this clinic, but I won't tolerate disrespect while I'm trying to do my job,” you say evenly. “You're welcome to find another vet if you can't keep this professional. I have every right to refuse service if this continues. It's not what I want, but I'm not about to let you treat me any less professionally.”

Leigh goes quiet, yet she keeps her eyes locked on yours, decidedly not backing down. Then, after a tense moment, she mutters a single word, “Sorry.” It's not much, but it's something, and you decide to take it and move on.

“You mentioned something about a blood sample?” Leigh says, steering the conversation back to the reason she came in, and you're all for following her lead on this.

“Yeah, we need to check if his platelets are up and his infections are down, see if the meds are doing their job,” you explain. Then, veering a bit from standard procedure, you add, “Since this is a follow-up visit, I'm going to cut the lab test price in half for you.”

The discount evidently lifts her mood. It's not a perfect truce, but it's enough to get through the examination without any more barbs.

A while later, you're back with Visitor's CBC results in hand. “The infection's gone down, but it's still borderline,” you report, showing her the numbers. “We'll need to keep him on the medication for another week. And I'm adding some multivitamins and a specific diet to his regimen.”

You scribble down the details, then note at the bottom of the pad about the discount—not just for the lab test, but for the prescriptions too.

Leigh takes the paper, scanning the details before her eyes finally meet yours. “Thank you,” she says, her voice softer than it's been.

“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile before going back to your notebook, looking deep in thought.

Leigh feels like you're back to your usual, friendly self. Yet she thinks she prefers the more raw, unfiltered version of you. The version that called her out earlier. These days, she's starving for that kind of honesty. Because having her as your client can’t be all that pleasurable. She's aware of how challenging she's been, and the straightforwardness somehow makes her feel more understood, more seen.

She wishes people would stop seeing her as Leigh: the one with the dead husband.

Then, out of nowhere, she asks, “When did you start working here?”

It's a seemingly insignificant question, yet coming from Leigh, it prompts you to close your notebook and focus entirely on her.

“I—”

“Because a year ago, I remember meeting a different doctor,” Leigh adds, absentmindedly running her fingers through Visitor’s coarse hair as he sleeps on her lap.

“You’ve been here before?”

It’s a painful memory—one that still sometimes brings tears to her eyes whenever it crosses her mind. Back then, the clinic bore a different name, and she and Matt had come together to say goodbye to Rogue.

“I have when it was still called Palm Coast,” she says.

You nod, understanding the context now. “Yeah, that was before my time. I bought this clinic on a whim after spending a few years practicing in Dubai.”

While most would latch onto the tidbit about your intriguing career history, Leigh zeros in on something else entirely, asking directly, “When did Matt start coming here?”

You shift uncomfortably at her question, and Leigh immediately regrets pushing too hard. She’s about to backtrack when you halt her apologies. “It’s okay. I’m open to talking about it, just not here,” you suggest. “How about over coffee?”

Leigh hesitates, then says, “Okay, let me just text my boss that I won't be able to lead the yoga class this morning.”

“It doesn’t have to be now. Tomorrow works,” you say.

Realizing her assumption, Leigh’s cheeks color slightly. “What time?”

Now it's your turn to feel a bit awkward. “Would 7 work? It's the only time I have before the clinic opens.”

“In the morning?” Leigh says again, making sure she heard you right.

You nod sheepishly in reply.

“Or we could maybe—”

“No, it's okay,” Leigh interrupts quickly. She's usually up before sunrise anyway; the only change would be trimming her morning run a bit. And for a one-time chat to get the answers she's after, she figures she can make such a small sacrifice.

–

“Are you sure you want to return Visitor to his real family?”

True to form, it's Jules who breaks the two-day-long sibling spat. It's usually her who tries to smooth things over with an apology, even on days when Leigh isn't exactly the easiest person to deal with. Her therapist keeps telling her not to always be the one to buckle, especially when she's the one who's been hurt, that Leigh should be the one to step up and make things right for a change.

But here she is, reaching out first, just like always—because waiting for Leigh to make the first move feels like waiting for snow in July.

“Oh, so you’re talking to me again?” Leigh says as if she's gearing up for another round of conflict rather than welcoming peace.

Jules ignores her and continues, “Have you actually tried to find Visitor's owners, or have you just kinda... kept him because it feels good to have him around?”

“So what if it feels good to have a dog who loves you and is loyal to you?”

Jules shakes her head in a condescending manner, which only serves to irritate Leigh further. As soon as her popcorn is done, she heads out of the kitchen, flops onto the couch, flips on the TV, and kicks her feet up on the coffee table. Jules follows her, opting to stand next to the TV, poised to yank the plug out if necessary.

“Leigh, you do understand that taking care of a dog isn't something to take lightly, right?” Jules starts, but she breaks off when the dog in question trots over, tail wagging, trying to coax Jules into picking him up.

Leigh acts like she hasn't heard a word, her eyes glued to the TV screen.

“I thought you'd learned something from what happened with Rogue—”

That hits a nerve. Leigh's quick to fire back, “Oh, and jumping into a serious relationship is super responsible, right? Especially when staying sober is part of the deal.”

Right after the words leave her mouth, Leigh regrets them deeply. She's painfully aware of Jules' long battle with alcoholism, a struggle that began in college and required more than a couple of tries before Jules could claim any sort of victory over her addiction. Leigh knows it's still a sore subject for Jules, still fighting her demons, making her comment unfairly harsh.

Though the retaliation didn’t come out of nowhere. Leigh caught Jules at the club, discreetly sipping a drink she swore off, and chose to keep quiet then to avoid causing a scene in front of Tommy. She had plans to bring it up later, but then her own slip-up with drinking, bailing on her date, and the fallout with Jules spiraled into one of their nastiest rows in a long while.

“Jules, I’m sorr—”

“Just save it, Leigh.”

Jules heads for the door, her hand clenched tight, barely hanging onto her emotions. Leigh feels the situation slipping further downhill, and she can't just stand back and watch things crumble even more. She's about to chase after Jules when the doorbell rings, stopping both of them cold.

But Jules doesn’t even bother with the door; instead, she veers off, storming upstairs with that telltale slam of her bedroom door echoing down. Leigh sighs, stuck in the aftermath, while Visitor starts barking at the door. Dragging her feet, Leigh heads over to open it, half-expecting another problem but hoping for a distraction.

Leigh definitely wasn't expecting Danny, and seeing him there, she gets the sinking feeling that this storm swirling around her isn’t going to blow over just yet.

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prideofcelestia · 1 year

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❝when he yelled at you but then you started crying❞

« characters - mephistopheles, simeon »

« gender neutral reader »

« headcanons »

levi, beel, belphie

satan, barb

luci, asmo

SIMEON

Simeon was so calm, so composed, so angelic that it was easy to forget that he could get mad. It was easy to forget that his primary sin was wrath.

You couldn't even remember the reason his serene features contorted in rage. The surprise was too great to bear, the fear too consuming to think straight. When one who is a source of constant comfort, one who has always been the one to keep a cool head in most situations lose their temper, it is dreadful. Your brain could hardly imagine him getting angry than it could process that he would direct his anger at you. You, who he had always considered so important, so dear. You, who he had often asked to be with him no matter what.

When Luke walked in, he found you crying and trying to get as far away from Simeon as was physically possible. It upset him and the older angel was at a loss about what to do. So he left.

Angels aren't perfect creatures. In fact, it may as well be this pressure, this false idea that makes it difficult for them to portray their true feelings. So it never pours without a heavy downfall, drowning the ones who believed that they knew the angel well.

However, one aspect of Simeon stayed as true as the eternal darkness of the Devildom. He came to knock on your door after he messed up, and not without your favourite snacks and a handkerchief, because even if he was not perfect, he genuinely cared about you.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Mephisto had been acting cross with you for a while or so you estimated from his behavior. It was not difficult to guess the reason of his silence, or the unnecessary avoiding of the eyes as he busied himself in other activities. He could be exactly like the children he loved at times. That didn't deter you from approaching him because these were a part of life and you had signed up for not only the good times but also the bad ones.

The confrontation ended in disaster and you leaving with tears that he desperately wanted to dry. It was not you. It could not be you! He would have talked to you if he was upset with you!

He was just... A hand flew to his temple. He was so burdened by his duties that he had no time to breathe. He knew at once that the irritation targeted at you was unjustified. When you appeared at his door with freshly baked cookies, he shouldn't have been so mad that he raised his voice at you. He wasn't even annoyed with you. The meeting he had just come out of had ended in a disagreement and he couldn't help but still think of possible snide remarks he could have made. It was infuriating to think about it. Obviously, he couldn't have verbally fought with them since that would be beneath him but a demon was allowed to dream!

Nothing truly validates the course he took while communicating. It should have been straightforward without inflicting pain. Telling you the reason without being a brat. Why should he hide anything from you?

That, however, did not matter. You were innocent in the incident and he hurt you. And now his chest felt tight, it was difficult to breathe and he felt more frustrated about everything, but mostly with himself.

Despite how he proudly rants about demons and their ways, he becomes an example of a gentleman when apologising to you. Ready with a bouquet of flowers and charming, sincere words, he clearly stated the reasons for his bad mood and took responsibility for his actions. His eyes are sad and looks down from time to time. He would understand if you wouldn't talk to him anymore but believe him when he said that he didn't mean it.

He doesn't want to lose you, you know? What he wishes would disappear are your tears and pain.

#obey me #obey me x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral mc #obey me x mc #obey me!#shion script #obey me headcanons #obey me simeon #obey me mephistopheles #x mc #x reader

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shadowwolflady · 2 months

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Hatake Kakashi Headcanons

Alright. It's time for some of my husband's headcanons. I consider Kakashi my husband. So I have to make some headcanons for him.

Known

Birthday September 15th

Zodiac Virgo

Height 181 cm

Weight 67.5 kg

Blood type O

Hair color silver/gray

Eye color gray

Missions completed 1,141

197 D

190 C

414 B

298 A

42 S

Fighting

Jutsu: Tai and Nin

Kekkei: Sharingan

Hidden ability: Kamui

Style: Tracking/Assassination specialist

General

Reads Icha Icha in public

This man is an introvert.

Favorite colors: black, grey, green (neutral colors)

Work smarter not harder

Is late to things that aren't important

Sees KIA stone in morning

Appreciates his comrades more than he lets on

If you can't find him, he is reading or working out. Most likely reading.

If you REALLY can't find him, he is trying to hide and keep away from people.

He is straightforward and doesn't beat around the bush. Especially when it is something he likes.

Kakashi does smoke, only when extremely tired and stressed, like after a tough mission. Other than that, he won't smoke.

Will. Do. 400. Crunches. For. The. Fun. Of. It. Basically any kind of exercise for the hell of it.

His spacial awareness is insanely keen.

The moment he walks into a place or room, he already has a plan in case things go awry. He has an exit path separate from the front. He already has tabs on civilians and potential allies. On top of that, he already can sense those who have ill intent.

Plays dumb so he doesn't have to interact or get involved.

Has hyper focused on something and missed a conversation point.

Has fallen out of bed.

Has fallen asleep with his gear on. Basically face plant into his bed the moment he got home. And didn't wake up until 12 hours later to go to the bathroom.

He always throws up an aloof facade so he throws his opponents off. Acting bored or disinterested is the best way to rile up an opponent's anger, which can cause them to lose a fight.

Just the fact he shows up to something or for someone is a big deal. It means he supports them or it is important to him in a way, even if he is forced.

He gets really quiet and withdrawn when tired. Usually his book isn't even out by this point.

He gets more irritable when tired. He tries to keep his comments to himself and mouth shut.

Has massive respect for kunoichi. It isn't easy in the shinobi world and a woman has to be bad ass if they want to achieve recognition.

He is a stickler for teamwork and comradery.

He has a favorite tree he likes to sit in so he can watch over people while he reads.

He has sharp canines.

Food

Favorite food Miso with Eggplant with salt boiled saury

Can cook

Likes simple meals

Doesn't like sweets

More savory food

Fish, beef, chicken, pork. In that order.

Can handle most spices.

Fast eater

Least favorite anything fried or sweet

Drinks

Social drinker

Can hold his liquor

It is rare, but in the mornings he will have Coffee, Black

Tea

Water

Behavior

He is a gentleman, walks ladies home at night and makes sure his drunk friends get home.

He will get cats out of trees for civilians.

He will help the elderly with groceries.

Calm, cool, collected.

He is quiet and analytic, he likes to stay in the background and unnoticed. He will step in when he feels like no one will be able to handle the situation.

He is usually reading or day dreaming.

He usually speaks tactfully. But he does say what is on his mind.

Originally, he was strict and by the book. But after Obito's death, he became carefree and prioritized team safety over success of the mission.

He is reluctant to let anyone close to him. He fears losing them.

Modest about his abilities.

Senses

He has a heightened sense of smell and hearing.

He has a sensitive chakra network, able to pick up on people around him and distinguish friend and foe by their chakra signature.

Hygiene

Showers at night

Smells like sandalwood and timber, earthy undertone

He brushes his teeth with mint and mouthwash

He shaves every morning.

Comb? What's that? Maybe once a week or so.

Fighting Style

Kakashi uses a ton of kicks to keep opponents at bay from getting too close to him.

INSANE core strength.

Fluid movements.

Constantly adapting to the fight, changing grips and angles of attack.

Will use chakra as a last resort.

Will use Sharingan as the ultimate last resort.

Will prefer to knock out or render unable to move. Will terminate as a last resort or if opponent is known in bingo book.

Has dealt with bingo book individuals before.

He usually waits to strike.

His Anbu training takes over and he strikes fast and lethal over power.

Lots of his fighting is based off Gai.

Kakashi knows the strongest and most powerful muscles in the body are the legs, which is why he uses them.

Sleep

He tends to sleep on his back.

He will wind up on his side.

He is a light sleeper.

Has insomnia.

He does like to nap during the day. Usually in a tree or outside. But he has napped at home.

He sleeps with a kunai under his pillow.

If he can't sleep he will read.

If that doesn't work, he will go for a walk around the village.

He enjoys taking naps with his ninken.

Chakra

First chakra affinity is Lightning

Second is Earth

Can wield all elements due to sharingan

Mental

Has PTSD

Depression

Insomnia, hence naps.

DISSOCIATION

He will have night terrors to the point he will purposely walk around the village to avoid sleep.

Has scrubbed his skin to the point of bleeding so he could get the memory of blood off.

I will post more, but this is the general list I have for him.

My other list is for that when he is with my OC, Rai.

He is so precious! He has my heart! I love him so much!

#kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #kakashi #anbu kakashi #kakashi sensei #headcanons #kakashi headcanons #naruto manga #naruto shippuden #kakashi brainrot

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1999mercury · 1 year

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THEM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND! ☆

part one, childe! gender neutral reader

٩(ˊᗜˋ)و✰ written by jules! @1999mercury

1. FLUFF

Okay, first things first. I think Childe would be more of a gift giving AND words of affirmation person. He the typa guy to praise you on tons of shit (specifically battles *cough*) just to show his love to you.

Honestly, I don't think he'd like people that are very weak either. If you can beat him in a battle and he ends up liking you, my guy will follow you around like a lost puppy.

He LOVES physical affection. Oh my LORD this guy will absolutely cling to you. I really do believe this guy fits the 'golden retriever' trope even though he is literally a walking weapon actively looking for a fight. He'd probably praise you for beating the shit out of him.

Whenever you visit his post in Liyue, he gets so happy about it. He's always missing you and he doesn't exactly get the chance to see you as much as he wants to. So if you're able to take the time to get to see him, he'll be happier then a kid on Christmas.

I mean this guy is literally just a 6 ft kid, ever wonder why they named him Childe? Even though he can be incredibly annoying and even harsher on his recruits/underlings, he's also informal with them.

If you get to the point of dating where he genuinely LOVES loves you, I think thats the time he'll take you to see his family for the first time. If you're not used to the cold, good luck in Snezhnaya. He'd probably snicker at you shivering while he's a solid as a statue.

Back to the love language's part, have you ever seen those cleaning videos where there's like 5,000 packages at the door? He would most definitely send that to you. I mean, he does spoil his siblings all the time, why not you? You might have to tell him soon enough to stop.

small headcanon where he just gets so happy and giggly if he see's you getting along with his siblings: it makes him feel like a pot of jello and it just makes him dmkJdjdj he looks so happy <333

2. ANGST

As much as you and I want him to be, he definitely is not going to be the perfect boyfriend, especially regarding his past. So let's dive into that a little.

First off, the main part of his story is that he ran away from home, fell into the Abyss and trained there for 3 months, came back and had a personality switch, and was sent to the Fatui.

My personal head canon is that he didn't join WILLINGLY. Either they dragged him in, or his parents sold him off, whatever. I just don't think he would've joined it. He also doesn't agree with a lot of their ideals, but still goes through with it because of his pride.

And here comes the first angst head canon, his pride. Pride isn't the worst on it's own, but when it becomes too much... the person starts to become a little bit of an asshole!

Childe takes too much pride in his strength and in battle, which is why if he would ever come home to you battered up and bruised like he just got jumped, he just sweeps it under the rug like its a casual thing (which it kinda is considering his job.) He doesn't really, care, if you worry too much about him.

He just pushes it off every-time as "Oh, don't worry [Name]! Ill be fine." However, you will get annoyed if he always just does that every time. Saying the same thing all about how he's going to be just peachy. It's almost anger inducing, right?

Oh, you two will most definitely get into at least one fight over it.

His pride also more than not screws him over, and that along with his straightforwardness is what led to the whole Osial ordeal. It's extremely easy to manipulate him into making him do what you want because of this pride, and how he will take on a task no matter how hard it is.

another angst head canon I have is, you know that audio on tt that says "If I betray you, I betray myself. If I betray him, I betray my country." imagine that exact audio but replace him with her and imagine it as Childe talking about the Tsaritsa in the second part. OOOH that would be such heart twisting angst especially cause we all know Childe is super loyal to Tsaritsa but, he, loves u, so much 😞😞

Another thing is that because a lot of his childhood was ripped away from him due to the abyss and the Fatui, he has temperamental issues. Due to him not being able to mature correctly, he will most always accidentally blow up on you or others once or twice. It's not exactly his fault, but don't encourage it. Just let him calm down.

He cares about you a lot, and he'd probably rip Celestia apart if that meant you two would stick together, he just isn't exactly perfect. No one is, so don't leave him.

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happypolicecherry · 1 year

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Alhaitham x reader. Read to find out

I'm not sure where this whole story was going but I tried my best to wrap things up nicely. I do apologise for any grammatical error or bad narration that makes anyone experience displeasure with my writing.

Writing has never been my area of expertise but I am trying my best with everything I have tried to write.

in the middle of the night and you are trying to convince Alhaitham to let you join a dangerous mission newer scholars has to participate in order to gain experience.

"As I've said before, no." Alhaitham stood firm in front of you, Arm crossed across his chest. His unwavering confidence nips at your patience the longer you spend trying to force your reasoning into his thick head as to why you must personally attend to the commission the Akademiya had tasked to the newer scholar in your team.

"Alhaitham, listen. I know that other senior scholars have way too much free time on their hands and that they should be the ones to watch over newer ones but I am also capable-" He sighs, eyes closing. Alhaitham begins to walk away from you, tinkering with books and the historic decor he has. With the sudden movement he made, you find yourself pacing after him like a child.

Or to be more accurate, like a young scholar chasing after her mentor, listening to his speeches while he stacks book after book onto her. God, what a nightmare. A sense of Deja Vu that makes the hair on your skin crawls. And it did.

"Why can't you just listen? It'd make a good opportunity for me too. I get to practice my knowledge in the real world instead of in some old boring office." Frustration grew inside of you. You already knew Alhaitham wouldn't willingly agree to something that could potentially risk your life but the fact that he flatly refuse your idea as if it doesn't worth being pondered over? unbelievable.

"I am listening. Although applying your knowledge in the outside world is far more preferred for many scholars as it does help with developing your skills faster,"

"Then I can go?!" You beamed. Accidentally cutting him off. You truly believe you had finally succeeded in convincing him.

"... I'm not finished. It doesn't mean you have to put yourself on the bridge between life and death. So my answer's still the same." He continued. As soon as he finished your expression slowly turn glum.

Just before you could feel the rejection setting in for the second time, a bright idea popped into your head. ".. why don't you follow me then?"

"I told you, I can't. As the acting grand sage I have multiples matters to attend to at the Akademiya. If I had known you'd insist as volunteering for the mission, I wouldn't have granted it approval in the first place." Alhaitham raises his hand.

Doing his usual gesture where he's staring right into your eyes and swing one hand out while the other stay crossed across his chest. It took every ounce of willpower in you to not roll your eyes over how annoying he looks with his as-matter-of-factly expression.

"If the mission is so dangerous why are you leaving it in the hands of the newer schoolars.." You mumbled your words but it proves that nothing goes unnoticed to Alhaitham especially when it's you he's facing.

"Because I like to see the world burn." his nonchalant-ness had you worried. You slowly backs away from him, opting to drop the topic. Maybe you had been too pushy with him earlier. ".. don't..?" until now you've never understood why people always complains over how hard it is to tell whether Alhaitham is being serious or not.

Over the time you've spent with him, he had always been somewhat of an easy-to-read man. Straightforward and honest to you. Oh but now? now you're sweating because his comment relating to arsonist paired with his serious expression makes you wonder if you should prepare for the day when an unknown fire broke out somewhere in the Akademiya thus burning the entirety of Sumeru city down.

Maybe you'd find your boyfriend standing on top of it all with an unhinged smile and maniac laughter coming from him screaming burn burn burn!

But ofcourse, all your fantasies were interrupted by the very same man. "I'm joking, Y/n." your expression must've told him everything you were thinking about seeing how he's quick to admit he wasn't serious.

"so then.. can I go?" you repeat your question. Continuously asking him until you finally get him to say yes. Alhaitham sighs in pure defeat. It's starting to look like you are not the only frustrated one here.

"Y/n.. Let's just sleep for now." he grabs your forearm gently, pulling you to your shared bedroom after having had enough of your persistent attempt on changing his mind regarding the matter that was so important to you. He still doesn't see the importance of you joining them if you can just stay at the Akademiya and learn with him instead.

But eventually, he'll give it some thought and try to view things from the eyes of a scholar and not the eyes of an overprotective lover. Just keep pestering him so he won't think you've given up the idea of going.

#alhaitham #genshin fluff #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham fluff

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zickyvici · 1 year

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•Some Tecchou headcannons (NSFW after the cut)•

☆ I feel like he only uses blue colored cleaning products because "blue lools like it'd clean the best"

☆ No sense of style whatsoever. His closet consists of black shirts and sweatpants.

☆ He cuts his hair himself in the bathroom mirror with safety scissors (like...everyone else in BSD)

☆ Really popular with the ladies, but he always stays professional! He can't deny he likes it a tiny bit, though... (Jouno absolutely hates it)

☆ Had an aggressive emo phase as a teen. You can't tell me otherwise.

☆ Such a drama queen. He always needs to make a cool entrance. Strikes poses for dramatic effect.

☆ Played with Yu-Gi-Oh cards as a kid. Always begged his parents to buy him more so he could be the coolest kid on the playground.

☆ Gets a bit nervous around cats but he'd never admit it.

☆ He'd try his very best to take care of you if you got sick!! He'd be absolutely terrible at it though. Remember when he made Fukuchi his "deluxe hangover-curing eggnog soup"?? yeah... you'd feel way sicker by the end of it

☆ Cooking with him is like making potions out of dirt and leaves as a kid

☆ A lightweight when it comes to drinking. Had a few aggressive hangovers and fell into a ditch once and since then he's stayed away from alcohol. He claims that it's because of work, though.

☆ Whenever he needs to buy something, he just walks into the first shop and grabs it there, no matter the price. Impulsively buys really expensive stuff he currently has a hyperfixation on (and then forgets about it a few weeks later). Luckily he gets paid really well and sometimes he just... forgets he gets a monthly paycheck. So even though he's a terrible shopper, he has so much money just sitting around because he kinda forgot it was there.

☆ Doesn't really know what to do with himself whenever he gets a day off. Out of boredom he turned on the TV and watched a ridiculous reality show, but eventually got really hooked on it.

☆ Secretely really likes showing off his body... and I mean, who can blame him?

☆ Needs someone who's straightforward and flirtatious. He doesn't usually make the first step.

☆ Jerks off in the shower or in his bed before going to sleep. Not the biggest fan of porn, he usually just uses his imagination or watches amateur stuff.

☆ Needs intimacy! He doesn't do one-night stands or even quickies. He needs to take his time and really enjoy it.

☆ That doesn't mean he'll go easy on you lol. Sometimes he just loses himself in the moment...

☆ You'll definitely be sore and have bruises after. He just really struggles controlling his strength (and it secretly really turns him on). He'll apologize profusely after and treat you like a glass doll.

☆ Insane stamina. He can go for hours and hours.

☆ He's perfectly aware that Jouno might be listening, but he doesn't care at all. Maybe he even wants him to hear..?

☆ Insane vocal range. Sometimes he'll speak in a low voice that makes your knees buckle and other times he'll whimper so cutely. Will grunt and groan.

☆ Loves when you suck him off after a long day at work ♡

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd tecchou #bsd tetchou #tecchou #bsd tecchou smut #bsd hcs

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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Sweet Sunday or whateverday for ari fluff?. ari and reader friend/now gf I guess we are?. when she sick how does ari cope or help

This one got away from me like they all have and makes me pretty nervous to post. So even though I hate to spoil it, I gotta put that there are warnings for unplanned pregnancy and mild language. WC 1.2k

Calling From the Office Of... a Bedrock and Blueprints tale

The rule when you don't feel well is two missed meals and then it's time for the doctor. Ari doesn't mean eating a little and then stopping because you just 'are done;' it's the 'I do not feel well enough to eat' or the 'I can't keep down food' type of skipping. It's 'can't get out of bed' or 'can't lift my head to eat' skipping. That's the type he immediately insists it's time for the doc, even if it's just a visit to his friend Sam's clinic.

Ari always drives you to the doctor, too, since at that point you shouldn't take public transit if you're that unwell. It's rare that you surpass the two-meal rule, but this time is different.

You've not felt right all week. The first few days you chalked it up to stress or something off you ate, but the nausea doesn't get any better. It lingers. You finally just can't stand the idea of eating for a while. You tell yourself you'll eat when something sounds good again. Unfortunately, that puts your first refused meal at the time when Ari hosts a boys' poker night.

It's easy to excuse yourself to let the men have fun. You thought Ari wouldn't notice that you never touched any of the snack food and bite-sized eats around the kitchen and table, but he did. When you refuse his offering of breakfast in the morning, that's it; you're going in. Get in the car.

Ari doesn't care if he's in the room or not. He's not worried. The few times he's brought you to the doctor have been pretty straightforward, a mild infection, a nasty stomach bug that he surprisingly avoided getting, and food poisoning with enough dehydration to warrant an IV. He wasn't happy about any of those things, but they were easily manageable.

All those were after an incident with a cut on your leg. You went to the hospital for a few days. No big deal. Ari made a big deal out of it, and now he airs on the side of making a big deal out of everything. That was the one and only time he has not stayed with you (at least in the building) for the whole appointment.

So this time, after a relatively easy chat with the doc and a quick bit of blood taken, out you shuffle with gauze taped to your arm and a prescription in hand for an anti-nausea medication. You explain they are running a precautionary test panel, but the gist is rest, fluids, and these meds.

Good enough for Ari.

You're in decent spirits although you eat like a rabbit the rest of the day, and you call off work in the morning, not feeling quite right yet.

Ari goes to his job site but takes the first opportunity to leave early. He finds you sleeping, so he heads to work on your She-Shed out back, knowing the noise won't disturb you from that distance.

The doctor's office call wakes you. It's a short call that you stay silent through 95% of until the news, and you robotically walk to the front door, hanging up while the nurse is still speaking.

You see the truck, but no Ari in the house. Out back you stare daggers at him smoking while swinging his feet along a wooden ledge not yet finished with paneling.

Storming up to his side, you rip the cigarette out of his mouth and stomp it to the ground.

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT THAT?"

Ari is, of course, very confused because it's always been the rule that he can't smoke inside...but he's not inside. Before he can start to say that, though, you're yelling.

"Enough. You can't do this anymore."

"Can't what," he asks, jumping down to the grass. "You said it was fine--"

"It's NOT. It's not fine. Nothing's fine, Ari!"

You no longer look sick; you look upset, tears welling up in your eyes and hands wringing furiously in front of you.

"Honey, what's wrong? The smoke can't be bothering your stomach from all the way--"

"I'm..." You mumble something he can't hear.

"What?"

"I'm...fuck," and you finally break down into full-blown sobs, leaving Ari even more concerned.

"Okay." He lifts his arm to guide you inside. "I think more rest is in--"

"Preg--" you can't get the whole word out the first time "--preg...nant."

Well.

That's.

That's just. Not possible? That's...

"You're pregnant," he repeats, and you sniffle over a nod.

"Okay," he slowly says. "But you're on--"

"The pill, yeah." You wipe your cheeks.

"And we--"

"Used condoms until after I started. I know."

"But...so you're..." Ari can't figure out what on earth he was going to say there so he just freezes in place.

"Oh. Ah, I'm so sorry," you squeak out, clasping your hands over your mouth and nearly collapsing in tears.

He rushes forward to take you in his arms. "What--what are you sorry for?"

"I shou--I--done this to--not ready--" and then he can't tell if it's the word 'sorry' again or a clipped word with 'Ari' at the end. Either way, he's not making himself clear.

"Hey, okay, hey," he coos, supporting you in his hold while tilting your eyes to meet his, "you're okay. Are you upset because you think I'm mad or because you're scared?"

Your head moves up and down, lip quivering as more tears fall.

"Well, I'm not and you don't have to be, although I am a bit terrified and you seem pretty upset." He rubs your back while he pulls you in close, resting his chin over your head. Inside he really is floundering, but his voice sounds steady enough that he rolls with it.

He leads you to sit on the porch step and tucks in beside you. He reaches out a hand to wipe your cheek until your nostril flare and swat him away.

His hands and breath still smell of smoke. He immediately dreads having to quit entirely, but then he suddenly thinks he'll need his lung capacity to chase around a...wow.

Ari sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. "We do everything backward, don't we?"

"I'm sorry," you repeat, the words catching on bubbles in your throat, "didn't mean to."

"You have nothing to be sorry for, kid--I mean...not...shit, you're gonna need a new nickname."

You slap his chest and shoulder. "Is not funny," you whine.

"No," he agrees, "it's not funny," but something deep in Ari's gut is stirring. He's a bit confused, a lot baffled, and mildly proud. He can't help it. He's happy even though his concern for you is crushing his world down to the area of this one backyard, a porch with a rickety board he needs to fix ASAP, and his best friend, the friend who happens to be the love of his life, the friend who happens to be carrying the other love of his life.

Maybe Ari hasn't successfully planned a damn thing but, shit, has he gotten lucky. You like him enough to stick around. You love him enough to share your life. Now, all the cards for a full house have fallen into his lap, and Ari's never looked forward to playing a hand he's been dealt more.

He carefully plants a kiss in your hair so no (less) smell bothers you.

"'Old man' still works though," he adds softly near your ear.

You use your shirt to wipe your face.

He rubs your arms and back, asking to take you back inside. He needs to go to the bathroom.

Your huff of annoyance is adorable, and Ari's chest strains that much tighter.

"Not like that," he chuckles. "Have to brush my teeth so I can properly kiss you, hot momma."

Okay, maybe Ari jumps ahead too far with that one. Your sobs start anew, less pained and more cathartic than before, turning into a soft laugh. You swat at him again, ending up tangling yourself into a hug. He waits patiently a while longer before taking you back to the house for rest and reassurance.

Uh. Not sure I even saw that coming up until the moment I typed this out. Either way, I love him, your honor. I want one. Ari, not a baby.

Find more on my Main Masterlist.

#ari levinson fanfiction #ro answers #ari levinson angst #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson imagine #ari levinson fluff #fluff and feels #angst with a happy ending

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rontra · 7 months

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@lizarr7 replied to your post “yknow it’s occurring to me that I just sorta...”:

the helenas confuse me far more than the karas

NOOO the helenas are so straightforward bc i made Sleepwalker up so she's not real and doesn't count. thats just OC Helena

CTDE Helenas is really easy bc it's just Helena Wayne and then her Evil Sicko Counterpart i made up, whom she would shoot with a gun on sight if we let her. and we should probably let her

the canon helenas are easy to juggle IMO bc they're pretty distinct. but oh if you don't actually care about the intricacies of dc comics: dont open this post. dead inside

like ok yes dc comics might have 3 helenas waynes and at least one or two other helenas (wink) but they're like on a linear timeline so it's pretty easy i think.

helena wayne 1 - the daughter of batman and catwoman - was introduced in 1977. she uses the Huntress name until 1986, when a building collapses on her and she dies, and then the multiverse collapses on everyone else. this is dc resetting their continuity and starting over from scratch, so it all stops existing

helena wayne does NOT come back post-scratch, but is instead reimagined into a new character with a different backstory, called helena bertinelli. helena B sits on the Huntress Throne un-contested for over 20 years. on this blog we mostly ignore her because she's not helena wayne (sorry)

(you ask helena wayne to explain the 25 year gap on her resume and she's like "i was straight up a different guy")

(the comedy of my comics blorbo dying in 1986 is not lost on me)

in ~2011 dc scraps everything and starts over Again, with the new 52 publishing initiative. in this new continuity a lot of characters are given completely new backstories (which are noooot created equal). but on the upside, Helena Wayne 2 somehow crawled onto the Huntress Throne

(now, helena B had been the huntress for over 20 years, so she very much had her own fanbase at this point, who i can't imagine were uh Stoked about helena wayne walking back in and going "oh helena bertinelli can't come to the new 52. why? because she Died Off-Screen". the vibe probably was not friendly there) (but i think it turns out that helena B faked her death or something anyway??? idk that might be completely wrong i'm not really sure i dont really pay attention to her it just FEELS likely to me)

although she's still BatCat's daughter, Helena Wayne 2 is characterized differently from 1, and (per the n52 convention) has a totally new backstory and setup. so she's overall definitely a different guy from helena wayne 1. she smells different. the vibe here makes me think she's doing some conceptual spit-swapping with helena B (thinks about two helenas making out) oh my

anyway, the new 52 publishing initiative ended and everyone generally breathed a sigh of relief. the last time we saw Helena Wayne 2 was in ~2016 or so i think and i doubt we'll see her again. another helena wayne locked up in the vault. helenas waynes just get put ON ICE which i think helps keep things from getting tangled in my mind? they get tidied away 😔

helena B gets to keep the Huntress Throne to herself (and a swaggy new design if i might say so myself) for another ~5ish years or so, before the appearance of Helena Wayne 3 (Current Helena Wayne) who is AGAIN written differently with a different character setup, making her--in my opinion--a Third Distinct Helena Wayne

this one's BatCat's daughter from the future. but because she time traveled back and changed things, her future has ceased to exist and she's stuck here with the rest of us losers. this means YES currently helena B and W are coexisting in harmony, PEACE AND LOVE ON HUNTRESS EARTH!!!

and that's where we're at right now.

for me it's easy to keep the helena Ws straight because they're all different guys and occupy different time periods and never overlap each other. they also have different designs from each other. maybe it's more confusing if you get distracted by helena B in the middle, since she does occasionally overlap with them, but she's a separate guy and i'm very good at going "oh thats helena B so i don't rly care" (SORRY!!!! IM SURE SHES LOVELY!!! I REALLY DO LIKE HER WHEN I READ SOMETHING SHE'S IN I JUST DONT SEEK HER OUT)

most of the time, if you see helena in the wild, it's probably helena bertinelli. that's another thing that makes it kinda easy. when in doubt: probably bertinelli to be honest MDSHBFJSD

the lack of overlap and the very linear out-of-universe timeline make the Ws pretty easy to tell apart for me. i like all 3 of them, but i like them quite separately--they register as different guys to me. generally speaking CTDE characters are rarely 1:1 with a specific comic but as an exception, ctde helena is very easy to identify as being based on specifically Helena Wayne 2 because the main comic shes in is like my comfort comic <3 <3

and sleepwalker is 100% made up but helena would shoot her with a gun as mentioned.

the only thing i know about helena B is i think she might be catholic.

#ive had this ramble locked and loaded bc i think this is genuinely interesting. sorry you activated me. MDJBHGF #help do you guys remember last time i talked abt helena and i was like “do NOT look at me for ANY facts about her history”#and now im like "so it all started in 1977 #i'm aiming for reading completion on all 3 helenas waynes. that's my current mission.

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fiixer · 8 months

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A couple Misc. Little Headcanons that won't go away, so I'm posting them here:

Will never be seen in public, or in private with people he's unfamiliar with (or purposely keeping at arm's length) in anything less than business casual. Seeing him in anything less is a big sign you're in good standing, as it probably means he's invited you into a private residence, doesn't feel the need to be the intimidating fixer everyone knows him as, and is okay with allowing you to see that image.

Everyone picture tiny, chubby baby Jordi right now. This isn't a headcanon, I just thought about it and now I want all of you to do so, too.

Doesn't date, but has no hesitation about taking someone on a date. You're not getting a commitment of any sort of out of him, but if you're down for the peripheral stuff? Nice dinners, a long walk by the lake, spending a night wandering around some sort of festive thing that the city has going on (ie. the Taste of Chicago), that sort of thing? Hell yeah, sure, he can play the part for a night. He'll even be a gentleman while he's doing it - to some degree, I mean Jordi's still...y'know, Jordi, but you're not going to open your own doors, or pay for anything, and might find his jacket over your shoulders if you're obviously cold, so that has to count for something, right?

If his first impression of you is good (you're straightforward with jobs you want done and pay him well if you're contracting him, or you do your damn job and deliver results if you're working for him), later on you can ask for damn near anything and he'll provide, sometimes at a discount or sometimes simply out of the goodness of his black little heart. A favor for a favor is big in his world, and he always repays his debts. So, you help him out, and you might be surprised by the things he can and will do for you in return.

Grew up speaking both English and Mandarin at his parents' insistence, as they figured knowing both would give him the best advantage later in life. And they...weren't exactly wrong. English not included, Mandarin is the third most commonly spoken language in Chicago, so a few additional doors are open to him when it comes to potential jobs; be it jobs he's actually accepting or digging up information, it helps a lot being able to, y'know, talk to people.

Random, small child babbling absolute gibberish his way, and he'll be the guy who's basically like cheers, kiddo and continuing on his way. Screaming and/or crying children are another story and he's just gonna nope the fuck out of that situation because that is just a migraine waiting to happen.

You're probably not going to find any one consistent genre of music playing with him, whether it's in a car he's using or in hideout/residence of his. His taste is pretty varied, and even he's been a little surprised by songs and artists he ends up liking.

He's got a few properties scattered around, hideouts not included. Chicago is the main point, where he has three: one is a condo considered his personal residence, and the other two are rented out. He's got other rentals in San Fransisco, Seattle and NY - one in each, he didn't go crazy with it - all for a little extra cash in his pocket. Having those properties also provides a little bit of cover for himself, because if anyone goes poking around, he can play himself off as a real estate investor.

Want an easy way to get on his good side? Give him anything sweet - sickeningly sweet - with a bunch of additional bonus points if that sweet thing is strawberry, salted caramel or white chocolate.

Aiden gives Jordi crap for being an inch shorter than him. Jordi gives Aiden crap for being 1 year older than him. Karma decides to side with Aiden for a change and Jordi starts going grey first.

#( &. a bullet with your name on it but a trigger for a heart/ hc )#breathes on my screen. i fkn love jordi so much okay #i'm not even sorry about it adlskjfsl

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I had forgotten how annoying Em in Rolling Fake Dice is. She is rich and loved by her family and BF and she chooses to be whiny, a complainer, and mad when they want to protect her for her own good? She needs to get over herself.

I mean...

That's definitely... an opinion

honestly I was tempted not to reply to this bc it didn't feel productive but I've got the time today

Firstly, I want to say that if you're not enjoying this interpretation of the character, you can always stop reading.

Secondly, I've been noticing a trend where people are a little more forgiving of Peter when he does self destructive or hypocritical shit but the second a female character starts to be three dimensional in anyway they're either an obstacle that needs to be overcame or they need to get over themselves. It's inch resting to say the least. Especially since The adjustment in the post Blip of it all was never meant to be straightforward and easy- MJ literally thinks this while speaking with her dad. It's complicated and messy.

in Rolling Fake Dice, she recognises that both her boyfriend and her father love her, it wouldn't be as confusing for her if they didn't!!! She could happily walk away from all this if they didn't. She even recognises that she's been a little unfair to Tony- Rhodey calls her out on how unfair she was with some of her comebacks- but that doesn't discredit the feelings she has; which is confused, out of place and out of time.

Because she died. For five years.

Now she's back. Having to adjust to a new family dynamic AGAIN- a lot of work has been put into that fic to show that she and Tony didn't have the perfect family relationship, they struggled with adjusting to each other and then later his ascension to being Iron Man. Her returning to see Family Man™️ Tony and being upset is more than valid. Her returning to her relationship being out-of-step because of all the things they're not telling one another is also another valid reason to be acting the way she is. But its important to remember who both she and Peter are hypocrites!! They're expecting the other to tell them things when they're not willing to share themselves, they're both using their relationship as a distraction from other things and are surprised that those things are impacting their relationship

#em answers #i first read this when i was half asleep and thought i was the one being called annoying which was honestly very funny to me #i am annoying so true. MJ however is not #maybe she is a little annoying but i say shes allowed to be

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would you be interested in ever writing an unrequited destiel fic? (With wincest obvs, for the drama) if not - what are your thoughts on that?

I mean, yeah! Unrequited destiel is the best kind! But in that, obv I would go with the canon option of pining!Cas with a Dean who...

...here's the thing. I really like Dean as heteroflexible in the ways I've mentioned before -- regardless of how Jensen started to get increasingly shrill about how DEAN IS STRAIGHT (and who can blame him, considering the shit he was dealing with from Those People), it's trivially easy to insert something a little less straightforward (eh? eh?) in canon-as-presented. Like. Extremely easy, lol. The bi!truthers aren't exactly wrong, they're just... assholes.

With that said, though, I really like Dean definitely not reciprocating with Cas. Like, even with a Deanna where it would be 'obvious' for them to bone, I want it not to happen. And the reason why is -- PINING CAS IS SO FUCKIN GOOD. Whyyy would I ever want to get rid of that for some thin bone sesh?

There are a few times where a consummation does feel possible -- early s5 being obvious when Dean and Sam are separated; maybe with human!Cas in mid-s9, where Dean's so guilty about Sam and Cas is so pathetic, lol. But Dean's always looking away, back to Sam, and Cas knows for 100% definitely-certain true that Sam is always going to be Dean's priority number one. And Cas is pretty pathetic at a few points and he might really take sloppy seconds just to have anything at all, but --

I know it became a meme, but in isolation I really love the confession scene in 15.18. I think that Cas really believes that Dean's best feature is his capacity for love, and he knows that Dean's greatest love is reserved for Sam, and he finds that genuinely beautiful. Like -- it's the thing he loves best about Dean. He doesn't actually want to interfere with that. And for Dean -- Jensen's choices in that scene were really amazing. It's shock but not shock, surprise that it's being said but not that it's true. Like oh -- don't, because this has always been lurking between them but if it was never said then it never had to be acknowledged as something that would hurt. Because Dean's not going to reciprocate, but Cas is his friend (...occasionally), and this -- changes things. Of course, then Cas dies. So not really a change, after all.

My absolute favorite fic on this subject is a tiny thing by serricoj, which I think I've recced like... ten times. Anything I wrote would be somewhat copying that, lol. But the sense in that fic that a door is open, it could be, but it will never be walked through -- that's what I'd write. Kind of cruel, kind of bittersweet. Something to hope for, anyway. Poor Cas.

#answers #pining!cas

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vermillioncrown · 2 years

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SI!Kagami has brought up physically fighting the GoM on a couple of occasions- fighting for his life if he got in a fistfight with Midorima, Kuroko performing a locked room murder mystery, Akashi the sword wielding basketball executioner. What would you say is the ranking for a fight? If its a straightforward fistfight Kuroko is the easiest and Murasakibara probably the worst, but if it's an ambush or preplanned pistols at dawn, the math changes(although Kagami would do everything to avoid aduel

i want to point to ch 1, where si!kagami knew he was gonna get decked in the face and let it happen, and then asked another question that would probably get him decked again and still proceeded

he's a gentle guy and consciously so. and with perspective, he knows how big and scary he can look. besides scruffing kuroko (for his own good) and dinging him on the head with a badminton birdie or a poke on the head, he doesn't get physical. he'd rather not.

let's get into fights, either way. just because si!kagami would rather not fight, doesn't mean he can't think of contingencies if a Clown goes rabid. you've seen examples of his way of thinking, constrained to basketball. let's unleash it.

vs kuroko - lol little beastie has punched and gotten handsy with canon!kagami multiple times, normally to cool the hothead down. but he's also not afraid to pick fights way above his weight class. he'll get a good few hits in but si!kagami can just grab him and dunk him in the basketball hoop for timeout.

vs kise - boy doesn't know how to fight, and he needs to protect his looks for modeling. sure he's athletic, but it takes more than athleticism to win a fight. if you're copying to win, you're already on the backfoot (unless you're kakashi of the sharingan and mess with your opponent so bad they slow down their ninjutsu and -). one wild swing from kise and si!kagami can pull him onto the ground, face first.

vs midorima - i thought him prim and proper before i finished the first vs shutoku arc. he has pent up nerd rage. he should be the male model, at least by western standards. he's got the canonical superhero physique and it's of utility. but he's also a nerd from a nice family and doesn't know how to scrap (shame, because i'm sure people made fun of him so much when growing up). the only fear is if he manages to get his hands/arms around you (like a crocodile bite) or you catch a stray punch. but he's not gonna punch with his left hand, aka his strongest hand, so it's good. punch his face and break his glasses. or destroy his lucky item. he's cursed and now can't leave until someone rescues him.

vs aomine - yeesh. he does know how to scrap and has the recklessness that can make him dangerous. he'd rather put you down than worry about himself. but as insufferable as he may be, he's the type that attacks if provoked. if you don't provoke him, he won't bother. or if the provocation is disproportionate to his retaliation, he'll probably stop and just "um. my bad." but while he scraps, at heart he's not a mean boy. just fight dirty if si!kagami wants to win, or take a punch somewhere si!kagami can handle and aomine will calm down.

vs murasakibara - he doesn't want to fight. i see him as a guy that has a lot of expectations and stuff heaped onto him because of his size and talent, and he'd rather not have any of that. physically, he can put you flat. but with proper technique you can put him flat, permanently. si!kagami can kick him in the knees sideways.

vs akashi - um, by the time you've done something to ensure The King Clown wants to physically fight you, i don't know how both of you can walk away without involving the cops and a tranq rifle. guy is the worst of teenage brain - where you're smart enough to plan and think things through, but not emotionally experienced enough to understand long-term consequences, and very easy to provoke to great heights due to ego. si!kagami takes a first hit because akashi's the type to Disrespect (slowly whittle you down like playing with his food) and then take that one opportunity to donk him on the head with a brick.

si!kagami is not ambushing anyone. that's... that's actively seeking trouble. nothing he wants to accomplish can be done so via active violence.

he also would never sign up for a duel. you'd literally need to corner si!kagami for a fight.

#inquiry #Anonymous #on bil #he doesn't wanna fight #his presence is usually enough to stave off weirdos from miho+gang #in defense is when he's ready to fight if he has to and luckily it's never come down to that #idk i hope you guys can see that

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galpalaven · 1 year

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!!!!! Truth serum time !!!

For Cal - what is the most exciting adventure you've been on?

For Riz - What's the most embarrassing situation you've ever been in?

For Ravan - What's your beef with Banu-Haqim inquiring minds must know

TRUTH SERUM EEYYY

READMORE FOR LENGTH I DIDNT MEAN FOR CAL TO RAMBLE LIKE THAT

Cal

"Most exciting, huh? That's a tough one. I've had some pretty--well, pretty bad 'adventures' in my time. Suppose it'd have to be the contract I took first starting out monster hunting."

"It was about--pfff--five or so years ago now? Losing track of time as I get older, heh. It was my first time back to the Underdark after I'd left when I was younger. I had luckily had the foresight to ask a couple of friends to come with me, offered to share the wealth as the local Adventurer's Guild had pointed me down into the nearby entrance to the Underdark for a monster problem the town was apparently having."

"Anyway, we go down there, me leading the way because I'd actually spent quite a bit of time around the city when I was a kid. Had reports of something in the tunnels nearby that was giving some of the locals a headache trying to get to and from their homes that were outside of the town. The people out that way had been cut off for about a week when we went down there."

"It was a good thing that it was me, probably, and not someone else less experienced with the Underdark that got sent down there. I was at least familiar and had an idea of what we might be dealing with, though I was concerned all the same. If it was what I thought it was, well..."

"Turned out it was exactly what I thought it was. Biggest Carrion Crawler I've ever seen to date--and I mean, those things get pretty big but this thing was massive. Just absolutely fucking enormous. I have no idea what it was feeding on that got it to that size--don't wanna know."

"Dunno if you've ever seen one of those things, but they're these giant centipede things with like these tentacle things," he wiggles his fingers as he talks, "that eat people and smell like rotting bodies. Ugly, nasty beasts. Killing them is straightforward enough, but they're fast and if they grab hold of you, it's not fucking good."

"So my dumbass is apparently feeling heroic that day, and when my friend Mel was about to get grabbed by about ten of those nasty tentacle things, I jumped in the way. It literally was big enough that the fucker swallowed me. Whole. Didn't even bite me."

"I, uh, well. I blacked out a bit. Woke up covered in giant bug guts clutching my sword and shaking. My friend Maya laughed so hard that I thought she was going to throw up. Apparently, she was no longer worried about me going into this profession if that was how I handled being eaten. Go figure."

Riz

"Aw, shit, goin' straight for the kill with that one, aren't ya? Man, it's--ugh, it was stupid. Early days of smugglin'. Didn't know my way 'round yet. Got myself in a dumb fuckin' deal which ended up bein' a setup for a robbery somehow. They took everything from me including the clothes off my back and my fuckin' shoes. Had to walk my happy ass into town butt naked and pray that the innkeeper was generous enough to let me run up to my room through the servant's passages."

"She did end up lettin' me run up the back, but not after laughing her ass off at me. Gave me a pot and the lid to cover myself after she stopped wheezin'."

He tilts his head with a smile, a far-off look in his eyes. "Nice lady. I'd like to stop by the inn again and see how she's doin'. Most other folk would'a just run me outta there whether I'd already paid the day before or not. Not easy bein' this pretty, ya know?"

He grins and winks, but his grin doesn't quite meet his eyes.

Ravan

His smile is venomous as he tilts his head, looking you up and down. "Brave one, aren't you? Hmm."

He stares for another moment, before looking away, a bored expression on his face.

"It's not the Banu Haqim I have a problem with, usually. The ones I see around Vegas are just fine when they pass through. I have many friends in their ranks. No, no--the one I have a problem with is far, far beyond my equal, unfortunately. I may be an elder, but even with the strength of my blood, I'm no match for a methuselah."

"The creature is known by many names. The Black Shepherd. The Herald of Haqim. The Skinless One. I believe the current followers of his order call him Ur-Shulgi, now."

His eyes are hard and vicious, full of hate when he looks back at you. "He killed my wife. I'd been with that woman for 700 years. We raised my daughter together. He doesn't know about Nox yet, but I'm sure he will. It's why I Embraced her when she asked--I won't repeat the mistake I made with her mother."

*Note: Nox is not related to Ravan or her late mother by blood in VtM! She was a baby they found abandoned after cleaning up a Masquerade violation. The fact that she looks just like the two of them combined just felt like fate.

THIS WAS SO FUN~

#calimmar tassarion #riz the smuggler #ravan pendragon #THIS WAS REALLY FUN

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batteryrose · 2 years

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Hi!!!! Thank you thank you thank you so much for letting me ask questions!!!!

This is already making my day!!!! Hugs!!!

I sort of have a lot I hope that's ok...

Um...

For both Hegel and Freud!!! If that's alright!!!

Do they like nicknames?

What would they be like romantically? Are either of them a fan of pet names like darling or love? What would they think if thier s/o decided to wear thier outfits for fun? (Btw you gave them amazing outfits!!! I can't get over how cool they look!!!)

Are thier rooms tidy or a little messy? What kind of furniture do they like? How much time to they spend in thier rooms? Do they ever go to the game room? Have they ever played a game against Arthur?

Do they like physical or verbal affection more? (Honestly I really want to hug both of that's ok to say!)

Who would be thier best friends in the mansion? Who do they get along with best?

What would they think if Mc was a philosophy or psychology student?

What was thier initial reactions to finding out vampires are real? And what do they think of the purebloods Comte, Leo, and Vlad?

What would they think of an s/o that loves them very much but is basically the complete opposite of them?

What are thier favorite foods, drinks, and colors?

Do they have pets?

What kind of music do they like?

What gets them excited?

What do they despise?

Do they have any regrets?

Any new hopes?

What do they current work as in the ikevamp universe? Like how Napoleon has a school...and Arthur has that detective stuff going on! And Isaac is a professor again! Jean has a weapons shop! Ect...

Anyways sorry for asking so much!

Hugs!!! I'm just really excited!!!! Hope you're having a wonderful and lovely day!!!

Heyooooo thank you so much for asking this many questions hdhdhjsjs sorry if not everything is answered. Just to get where I'm coming from tho, I like to make fun of them more than I like to make them dateable HAHAHAHAH so don't mind the mean spirited comments I'm making

So let’s go point by point here:

Do they like nicknames?

Like, modifications of their name? Hegel would think it’s kinda weird... He doesn't really get it, but whatever floats your boat. He'd probably have a hard time getting used to calling you by a nickname.

As for Freud: Only his mom calls him Sigmund! (I'm sorry I had to) though he would probably laugh if you call him Sig. Maybe it'll stick over time.

Romantically, Hegel is... basically a textbook gentleman. Textbook because he can't really be intuitively romantic, you know. He'll take you out to dinners and buy you flowers but don't expect him to be creative or understand what you want right away. Poor guy needs you to be straightforward. He'd get things easier.

Pet names? He'd think it's sweet. I mean, that's how couples are supposed call each other right?

His clothes?? As long as you asked him maybe. He knows the robe looks kinda funny. Huh, what do you mean it looks super cool....

Freud, he's a bit of a sporadic guy. He likes going out, and he's really enjoying his new younger body now, and would literally walk everywhere. Anywhere with you. Maybe even run. Emotionally, he's quite sensitive. He can tell how you're feeling at a given time and knows the right thing to say. He likes giving gifts too, mostly weird antiquities, because that's what he loves collecting himself.

Pet names? Hell yeah, very cute! You want to wear his clothes? If you're a woman he might diagnose you with something! (I'm jk I'M JK he'd think it's amusing depending on how much it fits you. Either way, super cute.)

Their rooms: Both of them got messy rooms. Both of them loves locking themselves up in their rooms but especially Hegel. Hegel is easy to find, the only places he would be is either his room or the library. He's like a video game npc with exact schedules. He doesn't hang out unless someone dragged him out.

Freud would lock himself up sometimes but he is very social. He'd smoke and play cards with Arthur and the guys and really enjoys trying to Win. He'd also lightheartedly cheats sometimes, to rile them up a lil, especially when it's late and they're all drunk and tired.

Physical or verbal affection? Hegel, he's bad at doing both. But he definitely appreciates verbal affection. What's a more concrete form of love-language than using language itself! The easiest medium to absorb and understand human thoughts and feelings! So tell him u care him :)

Freud is too used to talking and chit chat as such that verbal affection will fly over his head. He'll notice physical affection more. You can, of course, hug them both. Freud is very hefty and nice to hug. He'd accidentally lift you up. Hegel on the other hand, would pet you in the head if you ask him to.

Best friends in the mansion? Hegel lives in the same era as Napoleon, and even come across him once (while he was was invading Germany... and obviously did not recognise Hegel at all...) But. Hegel had this weird admiration for him anyway. They should have a lot to talk about I'd imagine. And they'd surprisingly hit it off....

Otherwise, he'd actually get along with Freud, because that man talks non Stop but also has interesting things to say.

Freud likes to chat up everyone but the only one that could match his vibes is... Probably Arthur.

What would they think if Mc was a philosophy or psychology student?

Hegel would be Very interested in the development of western philosophy. Especially like, Centuries ahead of time. There's so much there. History and philosophy wise. Since he died I'm pretty sure the trend had been All About reading and/or rejecting Hegel... What's with the materialism vs Hegel's idealism trend... But we're not talking about that are we.

Mc and him would be chatting buddies. They would spontaneously plunge into some deep incomprehensible discussions. Other residents that overhear them might think they're crazy.

If MC is a psychology student they might have SOME questions for the guy... Maybe a lot of them. I think they could definitely go into heated arguments together because Freud is very passionate about his theories. He wants people to agree with him And he truly believes that he's on to something big. But he could probably still be convinced that he got things wrong. You gotta headbutt and match his stubbornness.

What was their initial reactions to finding out vampires are real? And what do they think of the purebloods Comte, Leo, and Vlad?

Honestly think it had screwed Hegel up a little. Knowing a truly immortal being like the purebloods had existed could change something about his philosophy (given infinite time and resources... perhaps a being could transcend its own subjectivity? and possibly achieve the Absolute after all? And then someone calls him for dinner.)

As for Freud? An very old living being is an absolute HODGEPODGE of issues. Of course he wants to psychoanalyze the shit out of them. On a more serious note. He appreciates... Having his world turned upside down after this knowledge. I don't know. I don't know what goes on in that dudes mind.

What would they think of an s/o that loves them very much but is basically the complete opposite of them?

Complete opposite of Hegel would be..... Someone that's very social? Active? Know nothing about philosophy?? Tbh. I think that'd be a perfectly good pairing for him. Someone that could give him new experiences and perspective.

As for the complete opposite of Freud, someone more mild mannered and quiet? Less prone to going outside? He's really good with people, I'd imagine it'll work out anyway. He might get frustrated if they don't communicate as much as him. So it needs some work, but it'll work.

What are thier favorite foods, drinks, and colors?

I, unfortunately, do not know what German people eat.

On a more serious note, Freud probably enjoys his traditional Jewish food. Homemade! As for Hegel, that guy never talks about something like this. Who knows what he even eat. Does he even eat at the mansion? As for colours I don't— I don't know——

What do they currently work in the ikevamp universe?

Hegel would just try to be an author again. Non-fiction, ofc, even if it's not philosophy (but it's probably still philosophy.) He'd be a Hegelian scholar that pretends to not be Hegel. Amazing. Also maybe he'd also try and be some sort of academic socialite. The word "try" is doing a lot of work here.

Freud would try doing some of that psychotherapy On-Call, I'd imagine. You know, directly visiting his patients houses? Because however flawed his theories were, he genuinely wanted to help people with mental illness. Especially as an alternative to the psychiatric institution of the time that I'm pretty sure was just, torture prison, or something.

That's all for now... I took way too much time to answer these.... If you have more detailed questions like, what would they do in this and this situation, you can still ask me. I honestly planned to write something with them a while ago but it never came to be. So, if you (anyone else reading) want to write/draw something with them please go ahead!

also, since you wanted to read this too: @kissmetwicekissmedeadly

#my god how WOULD it go if you date them.#I forgot that this is a dating game and these guys are supposed to be dateable.#and not just a couple of goofs and gafs #ikevamp #ikevamp oc #ikevamp freud #ikevamp hegel #oc #ask

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