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[theballadofthesunandthestars]

Hello! I'm an aroace lesbian, here's my thoughts on the soulmate trope! I'll be talking about real life too, but I promise it all relates back to ship tropes and fanfic. And sorry it's kinda ramble-y!

So, I am not really a fan of the idea that each person has only one soulmate, and I especially hate the idea that soulmates are purely romantic. But I actually do believe in soulmates! I believe that each person has multiple soulmates, but soulmates are not necessarily a romantic partner that you're destined to be with. I believe that there are people that are meant to be in our lives one way or another, sometimes forever and sometimes temporarily. I think that soulmates can be not just romantic, but platonic and familial as well. All soulmates are just people that you are meant to have in your life.

A big aspect of this belief is that I don't see love between friends as lesser than love between romantic partners. I absolutely despise the phrasing "more than friends" when talking about romantic relationships, because friendships are just as nuanced, wonderful, and powerful as romances. And maybe that's just because I don't experience romantic attraction, but I don't think that's why. I know straight girls who have boyfriends, yet they share this deeply intimate connection that goes almost deeper than the feelings they have for their romantic partners. There's nothing romantic or sexual about their relationship; they just love each other deeply, and cannot imagine life without each other. In my mind, they're soulmates. They're meant to be in each other's lives, and they're linked to each other. In a romantic sense, we all have multiple people in the world that we could be romantic soulmates with. You can lose a soulmate due to bad timing or the relationship not working out, and there's still someone out there in the world for you if you want them. Some people dedicate themselves to one soulmate. Others have multiple throughout their lives. But one lifestyle is not above the other.

I've read one soulmate AU fic that I kind of liked. It was one where soulmates could feel each other's pain, and it was incredibly well-written. But there was one plot point I adored where it's revealed that one of the main couples in the story are actually not soulmates; both of them have different soulmates that they met, but realized that they were terrible with their soulmates romantically, and so while they keep in touch with their soulmates, they ultimately fell in love with someone who was not their soulmate, and found just as much fulfillment in that. And I LOVED that plot point; it made me like that relationship so much more. There was also an aroace character in the fanfic who had a soulmate, but he didn't want to be with him romantically, and so he wasn't. And I loved that plot point too because it showed that aroace people aren't incapable of deep love and aren't missing out on anything when they don't feel romantic attraction. That fic was super good in other words.

And I also think that my belief on soulmates is what makes me a multi-shipper and makes me not understand ship discourse in the slightest. Because first of all; polyamory anyone? I think that you can totally love multiple people at the same time, and it doesn't take away from the love you experience with any one person. Secondly, since friendship is not below romance in my mind and is just as valuable, I can totally be chill with a ship that I like being platonic or romantic in a given fanfic or universe. It doesn't feel like a loss in the relationship in the slightest.

I get the appeal of a soulmate trope; the idea that there is someone out there destined to love you no matter your flaws and shortcomings? Love that! But I guess I hate the idea that's usually promoted that everyone only has one soulmate, and it's romantic. And on the rare occasions when those fics include an aroace character, that character just doesn't get a soulmate of any kind. And that leaves a bad taste in my mouth. So I generally don't read those fics, though I hope people never stop writing them because you should not let some weird fuck like me on the internet stop you from writing what you want!

I recommend this world view personally though because I was able to heal so much for it! I was so scared that I was broken, that I was missing out on a big part of life, but no. Like Chappell Roan said, love is a kaleidoscope; even with all the colors and shapes, it somehow all boils down to the same emotion. And my friends that do have romantic attraction, I think that believing platonic connections are not lesser than can really help with a lot of insecurities and anguish that come from dating and engaging in romantic relationships. Because you don't need them to experience true love, and so there's no pressure anymore! You can explore romance at your own pace and leisure. You can be unafraid to let people go that you need to, because there's someone else out there who'll love you just as much! It makes life so much more fulfilling in my opinion!

But as I said, I'm a weird fuck on the internet and you know your life better than I do. So if this doesn't work for you, feel free to say "oh no thanks!" and live the life that's best suited for you! You got this!

Whew. Sorry for the cheesiness

Curious, I haven’t really seen any real trend among aspec people and the ship tropes they do like, however I think I kinda seen a trend in what they dislike. So in the tags tell me if you’re aspec (ace and/or aro) and if you dislike soulmates, and I mean the most straightforward romantic non subverted kind (but if there are versions you like feel free to elaborate)

[digiflora]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘!

ꪆৎ choso ⸝⸝ sukuna ⸝⸝ gojo ⸝⸝ ino wc.

summary. life as a streamer creates all sorts of potential interactions- whether between other creatives, or just some random person in a csgo lobby...

contains! ꪆৎ streamer au ⸝⸝ cosplayer reader (choso) ⸝⸝ some suggestiveness + downbadness lmfao ⸝⸝ nerdjo my beloved

𐔌 gia's notes! ☆⌒(ゝ。∂) woioi chat. i've been on such a 2020 first lockdown nostalgic kick recently im ngl... hence the title of this fic LOL. and lowkey the content too 😞 you can kinda tell that i ran out of steam while writing this... but o well

streamer!choso [@/ch0k4m0] who is relatively well known- technically, for his gaming abilities, though what solidified his online fame was his rather candid commentary, with seemingly no filter between his thoughts and the words that come out of his mouth. that, and his looks which had broken the internet when he had face revealed, catapulting him from a fairly unknown but well loved streamer to regularly getting hundreds of thousands of views on his streams.

his current streams mostly consisted of him working his way through resident evil. viewers could expect to see a decent progression within each stream due to choso not being completely useless at playing the game, alongside his dumb comments diminishing the fear factor of the franchise ever so slightly. and of course, his ever so subtle crush on the character ada wong.

'chat oh my GOD i've never been so in love with some pixels before'

'ada baby please, just one chance. i know that i'm 3d and you're 2d but we'll make it work'

every time a cutscene of her plays, there's an absolute torrent of messages and donations teasing him for his poorly hidden crush, ones that choso takes the time to properly read through during his breaks in the stream. such an occasion happens now, with choso reading out some random comments when a new donation rings out, the text to speech voice that comes with it bearing a demand

'choso you need to look up this account RIGHT NOW and look at the video they just posted'

his brow furrows as he reads the username, deliberating on whether he should actually follow those instructions or if his viewer was just trying to mess with him. ultimately, he conceded to his chat's wishes and opened a new browser window, typing it in.

a mere few hours later after the stream, you found your notifications to be blowing up more than usual. you had posted a new cosplay video earlier today, but even then there was a little TOO many notifications to be your usual audience. you noticed that you had been tagged in an edit, inclining you to click on that before wading through the likes and comments. every time that you received one it was a special kind of joy, with the knowledge that someone enjoyed your cosplays enough to inspire them to make something. you hear the music begin to fade in once the edit loads, though the intro clip has you confused as you don't think that you've seen it before.

obviously, you recognise choso, the handsome and funny streamer who got really popular recently, and one that you have unfortunately joined many others in appointing as your resident e-crush. you weren't big on watching streams, but every time a clip of choso appears when you scroll, you can't help but watch the whole thing, partially for its entertainment value, and partially because of just how cute the guy looked on your phone screen.

so really, it was quite the surreal experience to hear your username fall from his lips as the clip plays on your phone, and you watch the edit in disbelief

'am i spelling this right, chat?'

'and the latest video, right- oh it's, holy fuck-"

the beat then kicks in. clips of your ada wong cosplay flashing across the screen, one final flashbang of choso's face as he watches your video with an almost comical expression of awe. you're left absolutely flabbergasted as the video begins to loop, clicking on the comments to see what the hell was going on

'get in damn line choso 😩'

'BROOOODJFNSJG I WAS WATCHING THE STREAM AND I JUST KNEWWWWW SOMEONE WAS GONNA MAKE AN EDIT WITH THAT CLIP 😭😭😭'

'the stream was like 2 hours ago this edit was so fast wtf'

'it should have been meeeeeee ughhh'

'the way choso scrolled thru her ENTIRE account and then followed her... that man's finally got a crush on a real personnnnn'

that last comment captures your attention specifically, and sure enough, you see his username amongst your many new followers. it pays to get noticed by a popular streamer, you suppose.

and then, to your utmost surprise, you also see his name pop up within your dm requests

@/ch0k4mo: sooo are you in need of a leon kennedy by any chance

the dm isn't exactly suave, but it has its intended effect as you blink at your screen as you process it, finally letting out a squeal of excitement, screenshotting the message shamelessly. your friends are not gonna believe this. and then, only after running laps around your room and waiting for your erratic heartrate to return to a normal tempo, you type out a shaky response.

@/yn: funny that you ask that, cos i had a few video ideas in mind ;)

you can only hope that on the other end of the line, choso is having a somewhat similar reaction to yours.

streamer!sukuna [@/kingkuna] who is notorious for causing chaos online, whether on fps games such as cs and valorant, or even on the more inane roblox games where he makes a living off of terrorising little kids. actions speak louder than words, though the streamer is quick to utilise both when instilling terror on whichever server has the misfortune of having him

'i do this for the love of the game, chat'

'well, that, and because bullying little runts is fun'

all of these actions, streamed live every wednesday and friday, helped to garner sukuna a rather.... distinct reputation.

despite being considered an asshole for all intents and purposes, sukuna had somehow amassed a following, all from his persona of being an online troll.

so this week's particular stream was especially shocking to his fans for all of the wrong reasons.

it started off like any other stream, sukuna casually reading off the odd message in his chat whilst preparing for the stream, retorting some snarky comment that has the chat getting more and more riled up, all with a shit-eating grin on his face.

it was more or less a love-hate relationship between him and his chat, though everyone seemed happy with the dynamic, expecting no less from the streamer.

this stream in particular was particularly anticipated, if the steadily increasing viewcount in the corner was anything to go off of, probably due to the fact that this wasn't quite like his other streams. despite the countless hours of his content, very little was known about sukuna, and as a 1 million subscriber goal, the man had acquiesced to people's demands for a q&a.

it started off as well as it could have, with rather generic questions rolling out. but of course, knowing sukuna's audience (and his lenient moderators), some raunchier ones started to worm their way through

'does it... jiggle when i walk? mods, get this clown out of here'

sukuna rattles through the questions, his fans clearly revelling in his embarrassing childhood stories, in the knowledge that his hair is not dyed, and how he views his streams as training to continue defeating his nephew in fortnite whenever they play together.

and then, finally, the fated question

'kingkuna i have to know for all the ladies out there... do u have a gf??'

it's a special donation message, one that rattles off loud and clear in a way that absolutely cannot be missed, though with the amount of time it takes for him to respond, he may as well have.

'hm, wouldn't you like to know?'

there's a torrent of outraged messages, before a deep booming laugh emits from the man.

'ehhh, i'm just fucking with you. of course i do, she's my forever girl.'

there's another torrent of messages in chat, though they're now oohing and ahhing at just how uncharacteristically sweet the streamer is being. his eyes flit over the incoming messages, his grin widening as his gaze lifts to somewhere beyond the webcam's reach.

there's a silent exchange, no words needed before sukuna reclines back in his chair, his legs spreading as he makes room for whoever's coming into frame.

'she's right here, too. everyone say hi to y/n'

and when she situates herself right on his lap and his arm wraps around her waist, the chat goes crazy. the streamer seems to remember his regular image, cackling at the desperate onslaught of messages eager to get even a morsel of information about the two of you, instead starting to click away at the preparations needed before he ends the stream

'oh would you look at the time, looks like i'll be having to end the stream now. see you suckers on wednesday'

'byeeeee!'

you can't help but chime in, giggling and waving right at the camera before the stream shuts off, and you feel sukuna begin to truly relax into his chair, shuffling you impossibly closer to his chest, hugging you to him and burying his face against you.

'aww, you big baby'

'dunno what you're talking about'

you giggle at your boyfriend's antics, though definitely used to them by now. instead, you get comfy, letting sukuna use you as his personal pillow as you card through his hair with one hand, the other unlocking your phone and you begin to scroll through twitter. #kingkuna1m was already trending thanks to the premise of his livestream, and you can't help but click on the tag, looking through some of the most recent tweets.

'never would i EVER have expected SUKUNA of all ppl to be relationship goals'

'praying on his downfall fr 🙏🙏🙏 he doesn't know how good he has it'

'he's so EVIL for ending the stream like that omfg'

'the way he looks at her IM SICKKKKK ☹️☹️☹️☹️'

that last one comes with a video, a hasty screen recording of those last few moments of the stream as you wave at the camera, though you're focusing on the shamelessly lovestruck expression on sukuna's face as he watches you. it's enough to have you giggling and kicking your feet right in his lap, and he grumbles, his spare hand catching onto your flailing ankle

'quit squirming, brat'

'but you're just so cute, kunaaa'

you show him your phone screen, and it's your turn to study his face as he looks at the video impassively, though he can't hide the little twitch of his lips.

'my camera must be faulty, gotta get a new one'

streamer!gojo [@/sago] who is affectionately known by his fans for being a big fat nerd. it's not like he tries to hide it, the background of his setup decorated avidly with all sorts of posters and memorabilia from his favourite shows and games. compared to other streamers, too, gojo wasn't one to particularly shy away from details of his personal life, his laidback and easygoing persona making it easy for people to become regular viewers of his streams.

on said streams it was commonplace for his chat to ask him questions about himself, and more often than not he would give them an answer- and on one of these such occasions is when he let slip the fact that he had a roommate. and that in itself isn't anything too worldbreaking to hear, but it's the way he almost lights up as he mentions your name that has his fans intrigued.

even more interesting is gojo's reluctance, for lack of a better word, about relinquishing more information about you. how quick he is to change the subject, or act as if he never read the original message at all.

and in an impressive effort which has the streisand effect in strong contention to be renamed to the gojo effect, this only further instils a need for his fans to know everything that they possibly could about you.

it's arguably one of his most well-loved bits with an incredibly long longevity, with a large amount of fanmade compilations of him at least alluding to it

'who's my roommate? i'll let you know when i find out'

'come back with a warrant, fed'

'that's some very personal information there which i would be hesitant to spread online. what do you MEAN i was telling you all about where i grew up 2 minutes ago-'

(you get the picture)

therefore, it's a rare and delightful treat whenever a new tidbit about you is let slip by the streamer. the day that your name got accidentally revealed by him on stream was a day for the books. and of course, since gojo's fans were deranged, your insta account and subsequent face reveal were soon to follow.

and once the cat was out of the bag, gojo seemed to begrudgingly relax about your secrecy. you started popping up in streams a bit more often, usually just a face peeking in to the room of gojo's setup, a sneaky wave that satoru would notice later and grin to himself about. he's got a highlight reel of your appearances on his twitch profile that he likes to rewatch more than he cares to admit.

one time, he even had you sat next to him during a just chatting stream, the two of you shooting the shit. his fans were quick to point out how red the tips of his ears were throughout the whole stream. and how he looked at you like you hung the moon and stars whenever you spoke. and how he kept looking at you like that even when you weren't speaking.

it was never official, but satoru's feelings for you were.. rather obvious to anyone with the time to tune in to his streams. his touchiness regarding you seemed to make a lot more sense now, and became the newest aspect of satoru's life for his chat to ruthlessly mock.

today was just a regular stream- some mindless shooter game that satoru was way too invested in, no mentions or guest appearances of you. until now.

the door opened in the background of the stream- satoru's eyes flick up just before the door even moves, as if he had a sixth sense just for you- and you storm into the room, closer to annoyed than your usual cheery self.

'toru, you forgot to take out the bins. they're being collected tomorrow so don't leave it too late

and just like that, you're gone again. there's not even an ounce of hesitation before satoru is getting up from his desk, headphones coming off despite the yells of his teammates for him to stop fucking around and help them rush a.

chat is making their usual comments, a spam of their love for you and excitement that you've made an appearance. a few keener watchers were geeking over the toru nickname that's sure to make their way into the next y/n and gojo compilation video.

and despite all of this, satoru's heading out of the room.

'my girl's mad at me guys, i gotta go fix it'

and he's only gone for a few minutes, at most. but it's like an implosion of oncoming messages, all scrolling past his screen with no eyes to see them.

gojospinkietoe: FIRST TORU THEN MY GIRL!!!???? OHHHH MY GOD 🥺🥺🥺

iwatchmen: the gojoyn fans are gonna loveeee this

gojoyn5evrrr: SOMEONE CLIP THAT

funnily enough, satoru doesn't even realise the slipup until he's almost back to his room. at least he can blame the blush this time on having to have gone outside very briefly.

it's not exactly the same as his usual slipups when it comes to you- usually, there's at least an element of truth to them, but this appears to be sourced from somewhere deeper in his brain, a lot more of a subconscious desire that he hoped wouldn't breach into the conscious realm.

not until he was ready, at least.

streamer!ino [@/yunglean4ever] who's more of an up and coming streamer.. but he's slowly and steadily making his way up the rankings!! his game of choice is usually an fps, with his default usually being csgo. or something like that. he enjoys the straightforward nature of it. and teabagging his opponents when he's in the mood to be a little shit.

during these livestreams he's met many a different player, some friendlier than the regular silence or automatic irritated mood that most seemed to have- or some russian guy screaming words into the mic that was anyone's guess as to what it meant.

and while interacting with said teammates is always a promising aspect of entertainment, ino wasn't one to remember most of these interactions, save for a few especially distinct ones.

one such occasion is when he meets you. you've got your mic on, which is always more appealing for ino than having to communicate via typing or reading chats, and even better is the almost instant connection that the two of you make. you giggle at his silly username, he indignantly defends his love for drain gang, and the rest is history.

one match played together turns into a friend request, which turns into becoming a party, which turns into playing duos, which turns into goving each other your discords, which turns into many more rounds which extend way after ino ends his stream.

it was merely a start to this new... something, but with the way that ino caught himself laughing a little too hard at your mildly funny jokes, he had a feeling that it would turn into something much more.

so when he boots up his pc the next day, it's not much surprise to him that there's some giddy emotion that he feels when he says a message from you

'wanna play? had a lot of fun last night w u :D'

he couldn't type out a response fast enough to contain his excitement.

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Eyes up here, amor! - the short story - but not kinda short? - Alexia Putellas x Reader - Fluffy & bit Smutty - Small mentions of breast cancer - Read with care

Writer's note: this is a scheduled upload. I'm still on a bit of a writing break. It was fun writing this one. I hope you all like it.

La Masía, Barcelona, Age 18

Alexia Putellas had this thing she did when she was distracted.

It was subtle. Just a tiny pause. A fraction of a second where she stopped mid-sentence or mid-movement, as if someone had pressed the invisible 'pause' button on her brain. Her eyes would widen. Just a bit. Her mouth slightly open. And her thoughts would fumble like a player miscontrolling the ball.

You recognized it early on. Before even your first kiss. Before the late-night texts turned into sneaking kisses behind the stands after practice. Before she officially asked you out during a half-melted walk through Barcelona’s Gothic Quarter. The churro in her hand forgotten entirely because she was too nervous to eat it.

And you especially recognized that look today.

You were sprawled on the pitch after taking a tackle that was more clumsy than aggressive. One of the boys trying too hard to impress, probably. Your elbow smarted. Grass stuck to your knee. And your shirt had ridden up a little in the chaos. Alexia was already jogging over. The sun catching the glint of the tiny silver chain she always wore under her training top.

“Estás bien?” she asked, a little breathless.

You nodded, brushing dirt from your stomach. “Yeah. My pride’s more bruised than anything.”

And then it happened.

She stopped.

Just two steps away from you, and she froze. Her eyes flickered downward for a split second. Just enough to notice your sports bra had slid a little lower than usual. And that your chest was doing its usual gravity-defying thing you always joked about in front of the mirror.

She didn’t say anything. But her face said everything.

You tilted your head. “Alexia.”

Her eyes snapped up. “What?! I was checking if you were hurt!”

“Right. And my boobs are where the injury would be?”

“They could be!” she defended, raising her eyebrows like it was the most logical thing in the world. “Impact can happen anywhere.”

You narrowed your eyes at her, and she immediately folded under the weight of your suspicious glare. “Okay, okay, maybe I just… noticed them. But I was still concerned!”

You snorted and accepted her outstretched hand as she helped you up. “Concerned in a very visually appreciative way.”

Alexia tried to play it cool, brushing imaginary lint off her shorts. “I mean, can you blame me? They’re nice.”

“Oh my God,” you groaned, but you were laughing.

She pulled you close. Grinning. “What? I’m your girlfriend. Am I not allowed to admire the artwork?”

“You’re supposed to be training.”

“I am training,” she said, tugging your hand toward her chest. “Cardio. My heart races every time I look at you.”

“That’s cheesy as hell,” you whispered, leaning in.

“Worked though, didn’t it?” she whispered back. Her nose brushing yours.

It had.

You kissed her, there in the middle of the pitch. Just behind the coach’s blind spot. Quick. Warm. Familiar. When you pulled back, her gaze flickered downward again. Just for a beat.

“Alexia.”

“What?! I’m making sure you’re okay!” she said and then cracked into a helpless grin.

You hooked a finger under her chin and tilted her gaze up to yours. “Eyes up here, amor.”

She laughed and kissed you again. Grinning into it like she’d already forgotten the practice. The turf. The world around you. And honestly, so had you.

Alexia's Family Home, Mollet del Vallès, Age 19

July in Spain meant three things: sticky heat, the constant scent of sunscreen, and the hum of cicadas that never shut up.

The kind of summer where your skin always felt sun-warmed and a little salty. Drinking ice water felt like a spiritual experience. You and Alexia had just come back from an exhausting beach volleyball match. More play than competition, really, though she got very competitive when you teamed up against two smug boys who underestimated your left arm.

You’d crushed them, by the way.

Now, sprawled across your bed in the hazy late afternoon light, neither of you had moved in over an hour. The fan whirred lazily above you. Your legs were tangled somewhere in the middle. Both of you half-asleep. Half-melted.

You were wearing nothing but a sports bra and shorts. Too hot for anything else. Alexia had shed her tank top a while ago. In favor of just lying in her shorts. A light sheen of sweat still clinging to her collarbones.

She was supposed to be reading a training manual next to you. Flipping through pages and pretending to care about tactical diagrams.

But the book sat untouched on the nightstand.

Instead, her head rested on your stomach. One arm draped lazily across your waist. fingers idly brushing the skin just under the band of your bra. She wasn’t even subtle about it. Every few minutes, she’d shift. Just slightly. To nuzzle a little higher. Just enough so her cheek grazed the lower swell of your chest.

You felt her do it again and exhaled. Amused.

“You’re doing it again,” you murmured. Running your fingers through her hair. Still damp from the shower.

She blinked, playing dumb. “Doing what?”

You dropped your voice into a mock-serious whisper. “Studying for your Boob-servation degree.”

Alexia let out a snort-laugh against your skin. “I’m telling you, I’m going to graduate summa cum laude.”

“I think you’ve already earned your PhD by now,” you said, rolling your eyes. Though your hand never stopped combing gently through her blonde strands. “You’ve been napping on them like pillows all week.”

“They are the best pillows,” she mumbled. Nose nudging your sternum now. “They’re soft. And warm. And mine.”

You looked down at her. Raising an eyebrow. “Yours, huh?”

“Completely,” she said with that smug little half-smile you’d come to love. Pplayful but also possessive in a way that made your chest flutter. “I’ve done the field work. Hands-on research. Peer-reviewed.”

Your cheeks flushed, but you laughed anyway. Because she wasn’t wrong. Not after last month.

You hadn't planned it, really. Your first time together. It just... happened. One quiet night. After a long talk. When emotions were high and the distance between you too small to ignore. Fingers had trembled at first.

Kisses had slowed down. Breath caught between nerves and want. But when it finally happened, it felt easy. Not perfect. Not like a movie. But right. Like all that trust and love had finally tipped over into something deeper.

Since then, she’d been softer with you somehow. More tactile. More comfortable claiming space against your skin.

And more brazen about her favorite body part.

“Not that I’m complaining,” you teased, “but there is a whole human attached to these. You know, with hopes, dreams, a personality…”

“I know,” she said. Tilting her head up to look at you with that golden brown gaze that still made your stomach flip. “And I love her too. All of her. Especially the part where she lets me fall asleep with my face in her boobs.”

You burst out laughing. “Wow. So that’s your love language?”

“Yup.” She adjusted slightly. Arm sliding around your ribcage. Hand splayed across your side. “Physical touch. Specifically... boob-based touch.”

You rolled onto your side. Gently pulling her with you, so she was nestled even closer. Legs tangling again as your noses brushed. Her eyes fluttered shut at the closeness. Her thumb tracing small shapes on your bare back.

“You’re ridiculous,” you whispered against her lips.

“And you’re beautiful,” she whispered back. All humor gone from her voice now. Replaced with something softer. More reverent.

You kissed her, slow and lazy and heat-slicked. A little salt from her skin still on your lips. When you pulled back, she buried her face in your chest again with a contented sigh. Both arms around your waist now, fully tucked into you like you were home.

“Best view in the world,” she mumbled. Already half-asleep.

You smiled. Heart full. Skin warm. And whispered into her hair:

“Eyes up here, amor.”

Your New Shared Apartment, Barcelona, Age 21

You’d never thought you could feel so completely at ease in one place.

Your new apartment. A cozy little nest tucked in a quiet street of Barcelona. Felt like everything that mattered wrapped up in four walls. You and Alexia had moved in together a few months ago, and the rhythm of living side by side, sharing stolen breakfasts and late-night playlists, was already becoming your favorite thing.

That night, after a long day of training and grocery runs, you found yourselves tangled on the couch. Half-watching a documentary neither of you really cared about. The windows were open, letting in the faint sounds of the city and the faint scent of jasmine from the balcony.

Alexia was tracing slow circles on your bare skin under your shirt. Her fingers gentle and sure.

“You know,” she said quietly. Eyes locked on your chest, “I could get lost here forever.”

You laughed softly. “You mean my boobs?”

Her gaze flicked up. A smile lighting her face. “Not just your boobs. But yes, your boobs.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was warmth behind the teasing. “They’re just boobs.”

She shook her head. Her touch never faltering. “They’re your boobs. And honestly, they’re incredible.”

Then... withot warning... she shifted closer. Hands moving beneath your shirt. Fingers finding familiar places. She was so gentle it almost didn’t feel like she was doing anything at all. But slowly, a rush of warmth spread through you. The kind that starts deep inside and radiates outward.

You bit your lip. Trying not to make noise. Trying not to let yourself get embarrassed. After all, this was Alexia... the confident captain. The fierce competitor. The woman who’d seen you at your most awkward and still loved every inch of you.

And yet, here you were. On the verge of something you hadn’t expected. Just from her touch on your chest.

When it happened... when your breath hitched and the wave finally crashed... you froze, cheeks burning.

You looked at her. Half-expecting some smug smirk or teasing grin.

But Alexia’s eyes were soft. Mesmerized, really. She wasn’t looking at you like a conqueror. She was looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

“You okay?” she asked, voice low and gentle.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah... I’m fine. Just... surprised.”

She smiled, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “I’m not surprised. I’m just... amazed. You’re incredible.”

Your embarrassment melted a little under her gaze. Replaced by something warmer. Something like pride and love mixed into one.

“You make me feel safe,” you whispered.

“And you make me feel lucky,” she said, leaning in to kiss you softly.

When you pulled back slightly, catching your breath, you caught her gaze drifting down again. Just for a heartbeat.

You nudged her gently and grinned, “Eyes up here, amor.”

She laughed softly, eyes meeting yours with nothing but love and a little bit of mischief.

“Always,” she promised.

Hospital, Barcelona, Age 24

Cancer wasn’t something you ever thought would touch your life.

Not at 24. Not when you were young, strong, and full of dreams. Playing with Alexia. Planning your future. Laughing over small, silly moments that made life sparkle.

But it did.

You remember the day the doctor told you the diagnosis. A lump found. Biopsies taken. Tests running. The words 'no surgery needed' felt like a fragile thread of hope, but the looming chemo was a storm you had to weather. Weeks of needles. Exhaustion. Nausea. And hair thinning into wispy shadows.

And through it all... Alexia never left your side.

You could barely lift your arms some days. Your body shrinking. Skin pale and stretched over bones that felt unfamiliar. Your breasts... once a source of so much playful attention, the subject of so many loving touches... were now tender and fragile.

But if you thought Alexia’s admiration would waver, you were wrong.

One afternoon, after a particularly grueling round of chemo, you sat on the edge of the hospital bed. Drained and fragile. Alexia came in with that quiet smile she always wore when she was trying to be brave for you.

She sat beside you. Fingers threading through your thin hair. Gentle as ever.

“Still mesmerized,” she said softly. Voice almost a whisper.

You blinked. Confused. “By what?”

She looked up. Eyes steady and clear. “By you. All of you. This body, this spirit. You’re still the most incredible woman I know.”

Her hand moved to your chest. Not roughly, but with such tenderness that your breath caught. She traced the outlines of your ribs and collarbone. So softly it felt like a caress more than a touch.

“I love every inch,” she said, voice breaking just a little. “Even when you’re tired. Even when you’re small and scared. You’re still mine.”

You smiled, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Heart swelling with a love that felt bigger than any illness.

Alexia leaned down, resting her head lightly against your shoulder and murmured, “Eyes up here, amor.”

You laughed quietly through the tears.

“Always,” you whispered back.

Your Shared Apartment, Barcelona, Age 26

The apartment felt familiar, but brand new.

You’d been here a hundred times. Walked through that doorway with groceries. Training gear. Sunburns, Bruises. Laughter in your chest. But tonight, you walked in wearing a white dress and a gold band on your finger.

Your last name hadn’t changed. But something else had. Everything, in the best way.

Alexia was behind you. Barefoot now. Shoes long abandoned. Her bouquet tossed on the entry table. She was still glowing. Cheeks flushed. Hair undone at the edges from too much dancing. You turned to face her. Your wife now. And it still made your heart skip.

Her hands slipped to your waist, pulling you close. “You looked so beautiful today,” she murmured.

“You looked smug as hell when I cried during my vows,” you teased, resting your forehead against hers.

“I wasn’t smug,” she whispered. Eyes soft. “I was ruined.”

You kissed her then. Deep and sure. The way you only kiss someone who’s seen every version of you. Your strongest. Your sickest. Your silliest. Your most sacred.

Later... with your dress pooled around your ankles and her fingers brushing your skin like a prayer, you reached for her hand and guided it to your left side.

“Wait,” you said. Voice suddenly a little shaky. “I have something for you.”

She blinked. “Here?”

You nodded. Then turned, slowly, baring your left side. Just below your ribcage. Curving around the outer edge of your breast.

There, inked delicately into your skin, was a small but unmistakable mark.

Her initials. A.P. Written in the handwriting you’d memorized from years of notes, love letters, and post-its stuck to your coffee mug. Framed by the tiniest heart, barely more than a breath.

Her mouth opened. But no words came out.

“It’s yours,” you said softly. “This body. This life. All of it. Even the part you always stare at first.”

Alexia laughed then. One hand flying to her face. And you weren’t sure if she was laughing or crying. Maybe both.

She knelt in front of you like it was instinct.

One hand reached up. Cupping your side with a reverence that made your knees weak.

She pressed a kiss to the tattoo. Then another. Then one higher. And higher.

“Of course it’s mine,” she whispered against your skin. “You’ve been mine since we were eighteen and you made fun of me for staring.”

You felt tears prick your eyes. “You never stopped.”

“I never will,” she said, looking up at you like you were made of light.

And then... with a cheeky little smirk curling her lips... her eyes dipped just slightly again.

You raised an eyebrow. “Alexia.”

Her grin widened. “What?”

You narrowed your eyes in mock warning.

Then you said it. The line that had followed you both through years of love, loss, laughter, and everything in between.

“Eyes up here, amor.”

She laughed. You ppulled her up into your arms, and kissed your wife like the whole world had led to this one perfect night.

[starpeachjelly]

Kindred Spirits ₊˚⊹⋆

Prologue part 1

prologue part 2

summary: Love and deepspace, a game that you played in your past life. As for your current life? You're living in none other than Linkon city, a city from the aforementioned game.

warnings: Brief mentions of death.

word count: 1.2k

author's note: Officially making this a full fledged fanfic! I'm still super nervous about sharing my writing, but hopefully i'll get less anxious as time goes on. Not beta read sorry for any spelling mistakes. <3

You're eleven when the chronorift catastrophe happens. On that same day you get the memories of your old life back. It's an emotional roller coaster. The grief of your own death. The excitement and thrill of being in the game you had loved so much. The dread of realizing you'll have to experience being a teenager all over again.

It takes a while for you to calm down, but when you do, you decide on an important decision. You are going to live a normal life. You do *not* want to get in the way of what fate has planned for the characters of this world. Of course you would have loved to meet them, but you love being alive more.

Your normal life falls apart less than a week later.

She looks just like how you created her, only younger. Caleb and Josephine are standing right beside her. You stare in silence, too stunned to speak. You don't know what to do, your mind and heart are racing. You think about excusing yourself, but before you can speak your mother tells you to go play with the new neighbours. She's already ushering you out the door, not even giving you the chance to object.

The way she looks at you leaves you feeling uneasy. It's as if she knows your thoughts. You half expect her to tell you that you don't belong. Instead she greets you with a wide grin as she tells you her name.

Caleb introduces himself next. You know how much he's suffered, yet you wouldn't be able to tell based on the warmth his smile radiates.

You introduce yourself next, silently hoping you don't look as nervous as you feel. But the second you say your name, she grabs your hand and drags you to go play with Caleb following close behind.

After that day you try to avoid them both as best you can, still determined to keep your distance as to not affect the story this world has planned for her. But no matter how hard you try she always seems to find her way back to you.

You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear her call your name from across the street. You watch as her hand slips out of Caleb's to reach for yours instead, asking if you want to walk to school together. You instinctively glance at Caleb who's wearing the same warm smile from your first meeting. However, you're not oblivious to the subtle annoyance in his eyes.

You're about to politely decline her offer, looking back at her with her wide hopeful eyes and bright smile… You end up walking to school together.

Lunch rolls around and she's quick to sit next to you even though you're sitting with your friends. You're all older than her by a few years, yet she doesn't seem out of place. Her confidence is admirable, endearing even. But you're still worried about how she seems to be growing so fond of you so quickly. At least this time Caleb is busy with his own friends, which means you don't have to be subjected to any more jealous staring.

When school ends a small body wraps its arms around one of yours the moment you step foot outside the building. You look down to see her once again staring up at you with her big ol' eyes. The same eyes you remember spending an embarrassing amount of time customizing. She's asking you to come back home with her to help her on her homework.

Before you can answer a sudden chill runs down your spine. You don't even need to turn your gaze to know who's staring at you. You try to tell her that Caleb should help her instead. After all he is her best friend, and you two still don't know each other very well. (She doesn't know you well. But you know everything about her thanks to your love of a 3D dating sim.) Your suggestion falls on deaf ears. There's nothing you can do as she drags you home with surprising strength for an eight year old.

The next day you try leaving for school early. She manages to catch up to you before you're even a block away from your home.

You make sure to sit between two friends during lunch. Your butt barely has time to hit your seat before one of them gets invited to sit with her crush, leaving an empty seat behind. The spot immediately gets filled by a tinier body.

School ends, you hide in the bathroom until you're sure the majority of the students have left. You creek open the door and peer into the hallway, all you see are few teachers and a couple students. There's no sign of her. Slowly, hesitantly, you make your way to your locker. For once you've successfully managed to avoid her. A wave of relief washes over you as you put in your locker combination and swing open the door.

You grab your gym clothes, lunch bag, homework… One good thing about gaining your memory back is that elementary schoolwork is a breeze. Your heart drops to your ass when you close the door to reveal her waving at you from down the hall.

The possibility of her stalking you crosses your mind after the third week of her showing up wherever you are. Unfortunately the probabilities of an eight year old stalking you is incredibly low. It's also hard to believe she would do something so sinister when seems so innocent and harmless.

Every time you look at her your heart aches. Partly in fear of not knowing what's going to happen if she keeps clinging to you like this. But also because you keep thinking of everything she's gone through, and all the hardships she still has yet to face.

Eventually, when weeks turn into months, you come to accept the fact that no matter how hard you try you won't be able to avoid her. Worry and paranoia still cling to you. It's hard not to feel anxious when you don't know how your unexpected presence will impact the story.

Despite your apprehension you find yourself enjoying the time you spend with her. It's as if you're kindred spirits. When she laughs you can't help be laugh as well. When she cries you feel your heart ache. Everything she feels, you feel too.

On one random night you find yourself mourning your previous life. Sure your past life hadn't been perfect, but that doesn't stop you from missing those you were close with. You wonder how they're doing, if they miss you as much as you miss them. Yes, you love your new family and friends. Even so, there's a sense of loneliness that has weighed heavy on your heart ever since you regained your memories.

The next day you're caught off guard when she pulls you into an unexpected hug on your walk to school. When you look at her you see the glint of unshed tears in her eyes. She doesn't say anything. Unspoken words hang between the two of you. It slowly dawns on you. As she holds you tight, you realize now that she also feels what you feel.

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[nosebleedsturn]

If one more person tells me how to tag my posts I think I’m gonna crash out. The tags are meant to bring awareness to THOSE PEOPLE. I tagged the sturniolo triplets on the “be aware of your sex life” post bc MOST of their fans are young and discovering sex for the first time via older fans. I tagged supernatural and a bunch of other shit because fans will join at young ages and read those fanfics about sex. Sometimes smut fics get BRUTAL especially with characters like Billy Hargrove (stranger things), Billy butcher and soldier boy (from the boys) bc those characters are… intense. And sometimes (speaking from experience) we tend to enjoy those things bc we think we’re supposed to. We think that ‘these guys just like it so I should’ so therefore I AM TALKING TO THEM TY!

“Don’t tag posts under ____ if it’s not what it’s about” I NEVER ONCE ever searched about the topic of that post. So if I hadn’t said anything under that specific tag, they might have never seen it. Might not have anyone to remind them to protect themselves.

You can scroll…

I want to remind all my young and impressionable girlies (age doesn’t matter really), that sex is a big commitment.

Sex: isn’t always fun like writers describe it too be

Sex: contain bad consequences. Like STD’s, unplanned childbirths, abuse.

Boyfriends: aren’t always meant to be trusted, even if you “love him”

Boyfriends: ARE STILL BOYS. They can say whatever they want to push you in the direction to do things for them.

Reading about sex and having sex are two different things. Although I don’t care for the term virginity (social construct to make men look superior and women inferior) you must always, always, always put your self first!

I personally believe teenagers (yes, that includes 18-19) shouldn’t have sex. I’m well aware it ‘takes two to tango’ but it’s usually the women who end up with all the problems.

KEEP YOURSELF SAFE. This is something you should be very selfish about

Edit: and for anyone wondering, no I’m not saying that sex is always bad, I’m saying you need to make the judgement call on whether or not you’re having sex for yourself, or for the other person involved.

[rori-is-writing]

⎯⟢ Life Line ⟣⎯

⟪ ⟨ Ch 1: Fancy Meeting You Here ⟩ ⟫

A The Pitt Reader X Soulmate AU.

Multi-Chapter | Explicit | Dr. Robby x Fem!Reader | 2,110 words ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Summary: You had always wondered what it would be like to meet your soulmate...Yet, of all the scenarios you had dreamt up over the years, meeting your soulmate in the ER as your lifeblood poured out onto the floor was not one of them.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Tags: Age Gap (20+ years), Brief mentions of near-death experience/shooting trauma, Caretaking, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Soulmates

Read on AO3 | The Pitt Masterlist

[ A/N: Inspired by @i-mushi's wonderful Soulmate AU, Strings That Bind.

For my dear @wisps-writes-fic. Happy Birthday (yes, I know it's not your birthday but I finished early)! I tried so hard to make this a one-shot and failed miserably. So you're getting a multi-chapter fic. Everyone is very upset about this I'm sure. 😂

I would just like to apologize in advance to all medical professionals who read this. I am not a doctor or any kind of medical professional so my knowledge about medical and hospital procedure is limited. Please forgive me. ]

You had always wondered what it would be like to meet your soulmate. 

As a child you’d always assumed it would be like something out of a fairytale. Some dashing faceless person come to sweep you off your feet and battle the monsters under your bed. And later, when you’d grown into a teenager you had begun imagining more realistic—but still romantic—scenarios. A meet-cute in a coffee shop perhaps. Or reaching for the same book in the library. 

Yet, of all the scenarios you had dreamt up over the years, meeting your soulmate in the ER as your lifeblood poured out onto the floor was not one of them. 

“Oh,” you slur when you lock eyes with the man who upends your entire world.  “You’re taller than I thought you’d be…”

It is a feeling like no other. A reordering of the universe. A wild, giddy elation that is headier than drugs and more shocking than a punch to the gut. Like a piece has finally slotted into place in your chest and you can finally breathe normally for the first time in your life. 

He’s handsome, your soulmate. With wide brown eyes and hair that has just started to go gray around the edges. You wonder what he looks like when he smiles. He’s not smiling now though. In fact, he looks positively petrified. You reach out and touch his cheek, inadvertently smearing your blood across his skin—a subconscious sort of claiming if there ever was one. 

“Hey,” you say, a little delirious, as if scolding a toddler. “Turn that frown upside down.” 

And then the blood loss pulls you into its seductive embrace. 

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It feels as if it’s only moments later that you see him again, though he tells you it’s been hours. 

“You’re lucky to be alive,” he says softly, an agonized look on his face. He sits at your beside, elbows on his knees, hunched over as if the weight of the world were dragging him down. 

You nod at him, not so sure what to say now that blood loss and copious amounts of morphine are no longer loosening your tongue. 

“We nearly…” he trails off, his eyes haunted by some unseen vision. “…I…nearly lost you.” 

You can hear the terror in his voice. The sheer, unadulterated fear of losing his soulmate only moments after finding you. 

“I’m…glad you…didn’t…” you say, your throat scratchy and raw from from what you assume was a tube that had been shoved down there while you were unconscious. 

You move your fingers across the blanket until they brush against his. He stares at them for a beat. Two. Three. And then, slowly, curls his fingers around your own with a gentleness that breaks your heart. 

“So…” you rasp with an awkward smile. “What’s your name?”

Your question must catch him off guard because he suddenly barks out a laugh, and finally—finally!—you see that smile you were so hoping to see when you first met. Somehow, you think, he is even more handsome than before. 

“Michael,” he tells you, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “Michael Robinavitch.”

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You’re not really sure what the protocol for meeting your soulmate is. Are you together now? Should one of you ask the other on a date? Or was it like that one reality show you liked to pretend you didn’t watch where a couple were expected to marry after a week of knowing each other? 

Truthfully, you didn’t actually know all that much about soulmates. They were uncommon enough that you’d never actually met anyone who had one, and the movies made it seem like some fairytale where the couple was swept up into some epic love story where the realities of real life were glossed over entirely. 

Luckily for you, you had more than enough time to figure it out seeing as how you were essentially chained to your hospital bed these days. The one time you tried bringing up going home Michael had looked at you like you had lost your mind. 

“I spent two hours repairing your liver.”

You blink at him, uncomprehending. 

“…Oh…kay? So I’m fine now?”

You certainly don’t feel fine—in fact, you feel a bit like you’ve been hit by a truck—but you figure that little admission won’t help your case so you choose to leave that tidbit out of your argument. 

As if he can hear your thoughts, he shakes his head with a ‘can you believe this?’ look on his face. 

Wow. Rude. 

“You’re not going anywhere until I say so.” 

You realize with slowly dawning comprehension that your new soulmate has a bossy streak a mile wide. 

How charming. 

(Not.)

There are other things you learn about your soulmate in the following days. He likes Italian sandwiches (delicious). His favorite genre of music is dad rock (you prefer bubblegum pop, much to his dismay). But, most importantly, he is a wizened fifty-three to your paltry twenty-five. Perhaps the vast age gape should bother you—and, in some small ways, it does—but instead you find it oddly…comforting. 

It’s just…nice. Knowing that your soulmate is so grounded and knowledgable. That he has his shit together when you yourself still feel like you’re in that wobbly, awkward stage of life where you have no idea what you’re doing. You may feel like a teenager still playacting at being an adult sometimes but he is a real adult. You bet he even has a retirement portfolio. 

(What must that be like?)

On the flip side, you wonder what he must think of you. What does your mysterious, soft-spoken doctor think of having a soulmate just over half of his age? Do you seem naive to him? Childish? God, you hoped not. 

Eventually a week in, you try to suss the information out of him through careful—i.e. blunderingly obvious—questioning. 

“So,” you say nonchalantly as you watch him squint at your chart on the computer monitor. Technically he isn’t your doctor anymore as you’ve long since been moved upstairs into one of the surgical recovery wings…but that certainly hasn’t stopped him from visiting you every day before, during, and after his shifts to check up on you and critique your care team’s work. 

“Mm?” Michael grunts in acknowledgment, still distracted by whatever he’s reading. 

“What’s your type?”

You see the moment the question finally breaks through his focus because he frowns, eyes flicking to the side to stare at you through those black-framed glasses of his. 

(Have you always been attracted to men with glasses? Or is it just him? Much to think on.)

“My…type.” He doesn’t say it like a question, but like he’s parroting the phrase back to you to make sure that is indeed what you said. 

“Yeah. You know, like some guys like blondes, some like brunettes…” you trail off, urging him to pick up where you’ve left off because this isn’t going nearly how you’d expected. Most men loved talking about themselves. Especially about the kinds of women they were into. It was practically their favorite subject outside of sports and the Roman Empire. 

Or maybe that was just men your age…

What did older men talk about anyway? Stocks? Their aching backs? The AARP? 

Michael just stared at you, a furrow between his brows like he can’t quite figure you out, before turning back to the monitor. 

“Can’t say I have one.” 

Now you’re the one to frown. 

“Everyone has a type.” 

He shrugs. “Not me.” 

“Who was the last person you dated?” 

You can see his jaw working, like he’s fighting a smile—or a grimace. “Have you always been this chatty?”

“It’s not like I have a whole lot else to do in here,” you insist. “There’s only so much daytime TV and TikTok I can consume before I start wanting to grill all the nurses about the local gossip.” 

This is, in fact, true. You’ve probably learned more from the nurses about the inner workings of this hospital than even some of the doctors are privy to. 

“Oh?” He asks, amused. “And, pray tell, what have you learned?” 

“I can’t tell you that,” you say gravely. “I was sworn to secrecy. On pain of death.” 

“Death?” Yep, that’s definitely a smile. “That seems a little extreme. Do I have to fight the nurses?”

“No, because I would never give them up.”

“Good, because if it came down to me and the nurses…my money is on the nurses.” 

You nod sagely. “You’re so wise.”

“Years of experience,” he says, and then frowns—as if only just now realizing the age gap between you. 

Ah. So he hadn’t thought about it. Well, in fairness, he has been very busy lately. Poor thing. Taking pity on him, you reach over and pat his shoulder. 

“Don’t worry,” you tell him sagely, suddenly feeling much more calm about this now that you know he’s just as hopelessly in over his head as you are. “We’ll figure it out.” 

He stares at you, long and hard, before finally nodding—like he’s too afraid to voice whatever he’s feeling. 

And later, after he’s left for the night and you’re settling into a doze, you suddenly remember that he never actually answered your question. 

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“Who are you?”

You blink awake to a strange new doctor scrolling through your chart on the monitor beside your bed. A doctor that is, distinctly, neither your usual doctor nor your soulmate. He looks around Michael’s age—middle-aged or close to it—with soft curling hair that is almost as much silver as it is brown. He turns to face you, seeming surprised to find you awake. 

“Doctor Abbot. I’m from downstairs. Robby asked me to check up on you.”

“Robby?” You ask groggily. While you’re grateful for the drugs that knock you out every night, you’re not so thrilled about how lethargic and fuzzy they make you feel every time you wake up. 

“Michael,” he corrects. “Your…well…you know.” 

Yes. You certainly do know. 

“Mm,” you say instead, as good an acknowledgment as any. “Is he busy or something?” 

“Surgery,” he explains simply before turning back to your chart. “It’s a complicated one so it might be a bit.”

“I see.”

You wonder then if this will be what the rest of your life will be like. Waiting around for your more important other half as he saves lives and is late to see you. But almost as soon as you think it you feel guilty. Of course whoever is being operated on takes precedence over you. You don’t get to monopolize the man just because you’re bored and have gotten greedy with his time. 

Ugh, you needed to get the hell out of this place. 

You eye Doctor Abbot then, wondering if he’ll be more open about your care than Michael is. 

“When do you think I’ll be able to go home?” 

His eyebrows raise, but he doesn’t say anything, just scrolls through your chart. 

“It says here they’ll likely discharge you in a week if you continue the way you have.” 

You make a face. “Ugh.”

“I didn’t realize I was such terrible company,” he says, lips quirking into small smile. 

“No offense, but I hate hospitals.” 

“This might surprise you, but most people do.” 

“I just…feel like I’ve been in this bed forever,” you complain, the floodgates finally bursting open after a week of your soulmate’s constant hovering. “I feel useless.”

You can feel tears of frustration beginning to well at the corners of your eyes, which only makes you more upset. You’ve been independent since nearly as long as you could remember. You’re not used to just sitting around. And yet all it had taken to derail your entire life was some dumb fucking idiot with a pile of guns who probably spent way too much time on 4chan or 8chan or whatever other creepy website weirdos like him hung out on. 

It just…it wasn’t fair. 

“Hey,” Doctor Abbot says softly, attention now turned fully to you. His eyes are brown, you realize. Just like your soulmate’s. “You’ll be home before you know it. You’ve been doing real well. Your chart says you’re healing on schedule. We’re only keeping you here a little longer because we need to make sure your liver will be alright once you’re on your own. Okay?” 

You sniff, feeling simultaneously pathetic and reassured. He squeezes your shoulder, a strange mirror to you comforting Michael only the day before.

“We’ll get you through this kid. Just let us help you.” 

You nod. 

“Okay.” 

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Pick-A-Pile Tarot Reading: Messages from Aphrodite ❤️

Welcome to the first Tarot reading on my blog! Today, we are going to see what Aphrodite has to say to you. And don’t think that because you are getting a message from the goddess of love that it will necessarily be about love. It might be but it could also be about anything she thinks she needs to draw your attention to. So, pick the pile you feel most drawn to and see what messages she wants to give you.

Pile 1 Pile 2 Pile 3

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Pile 1

Ten of Swords (reversed) /// Four of Cups (reversed) /// Four of Pentacles /// Two of Pentacles

I’m feeling a lot of emotion immediately from this pile. I want to give you a hug and so does Aphrodite. I can feel her embracing you right now. You have been through some difficult times lately and part of that has been because of your mindset. You were extra hard on yourself and stuck in negative thinking. But, don’t beat yourself up for that, too! It happens. I also think you were feeling stuck on certain things that happened in the past that you could not change. You had a really hard time letting a particular disappointment go. This feels like it was relationship-oriented. Maybe a friendship that went sour or romantic situation that did not go as expected. It really wounded you and closed you off for a while.

This also made you feel like a mess and could have even made a mess of your life. Maybe someone who hurt you emotionally also screwed you over financially/professionally? Either that or you have just been feeling very financially restricted lately, which only made your emotional matters worse. In any case, you are absolutely turning things around. Aphrodite wants you to know that not only is your life on the upswing but you are feeling more secure and stable within yourself. Maybe you needed to see that, no matter who or what you lose, you will always have yourself. I feel like you have been loving yourself more or you’re on your way to doing so. This is definitely something that pleases Aphrodite! Even if things aren’t where you really want them to be financially right now, that’s not the point. In fact, the whole point of this cycle may be to find value and security in things outside of your finances or what you achieve. Getting your act together is not just a practical thing. It’s an emotional and internal process, as well. (There is also a message here to try something new in terms of income or to experiment with a side hustle. You need to change up your approach to moneymaking in some way now to see results)

Pile 2

Nine of Wands (reversed) /// Two of Wands /// Eight of Cups /// Queen of Swords

Whew, okay. The message here is loud and clear. This is definitely love-related and I think it is about someone that you have left in the past. Well, you have left them in the past but I don’t think they have let go of you. This may be a situation where you still feel them pulling on your energy a lot. It is definitely giving “soul connection”, however you may label or define that. But, Aphrodite is saying that these soul connections do not always necessarily have to work out. Sometimes, it is the person you’re meant to be with. Sometimes, the point of the connection is to serve as a learning experience. Maybe you learned all you could from this situation. You saw not only the need to walk away from this person but the patterns you need to leave behind, as well, through whatever past choices you made here.

Ultimately, you know what is best for you. Aphrodite is urging you to think clearly and tap into your Queen of Swords side. Do not easily give into sentiment here or even the idea that you and this person are destined to be together. I feel like most of you have already processed this and are over it. But, your person, however, is not. They keep hanging on while you have let go. A key message here from Aphrodite is that if someone only makes themselves available after you are no longer available, and after they have had more than enough time to step up and change, they probably aren’t the one for you. A bit of affectionate tough love from the goddess here. But, she is very truthful when it comes to these matters. She wants you to be truthful with yourself. Don’t settle for less! The crazy thing is that I get this visual of you running after this person and them heading in the opposite direction. Now that you’re going in an opposite direction, they’re running after you. And no, sorry, I am not referencing “chaser-runner” energy. I personally don’t like that. Some of you may believe in that but please recognize how toxic that can be. Even if you give this person one more chance, there’s a possibility that they may, once again, run off or shut down now that you want them again. You have free will. The choice is yours. Just make sure you are choosing what you really deserve.

Pile 3

Three of Wands (reversed) /// The Star /// The Wheel of Fortune /// Nine of Pentacles (reversed)

It seems like you are feeling really frustrated right now. “Stagnant” is the word. It is like you can picture such a bright future for yourself and so many possibilities but you’re still very much stuck where you are. For a lot of you, this has to do with moving somewhere new, like a new city or even country. Specifically, I get the sense that you may be living somewhere because it is necessary on a practical level. You might be living with one or both of your parents or just in an uncomfortable situation that is affordable and hard to get out of. Your relationship with whoever you’re living with could be toxic. If they are a relative or friend, you may not feel too appreciated or loved by them. Aphrodite wants you to know that you can turn to her at any time for that affection you need. She loves you and I sense that some of you may work with her or be connected to her. If not, this may be the sign you need to build a bond with her because she could be a really helpful guide to you.

If no one is making you feel special or seen right now, she wants you to know that you are special and she sees you. She is also saying that everything is going to be alright. You are just in your “winter season” at the moment. But, “spring” is on its way for you! Things are going to start changing very soon. What will accelerate this process will be your confidence. Have confidence in yourself, your abilities and your future. I can sense you probably are naturally confident but this current circumstance has chipped away at it somewhat. Aphrodite is recommending you do some affirmations in the mirror to feel better and improve your outlook. You will not be stuck here forever, whether that “here” is a mentality or physical place. Many of you may also be struggling financially or not as independent as you’d like to be (especially if you are living at home). Know that this does not define you and you have plenty of things to feel confident about. I think many of you have some sort of creative talent or spiritual gift you want to share with the public and are feeling held back, either by limited resources or your own doubts. Just know that this endeavor will pay off; in a major way, for many of you. It may even be the thing that gets you out of this rut. But, in order to accomplish this, you have to believe in yourself. And when you’re struggling with that, turn to spirituality or to guides like Aphrodite for help.

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[loversrocktvgirl2]

Hiii Mari!!!(can I call you that?)

Ugh I have so many ideas in my brain🥲

But what about Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Tony (+anyone else you might wanna add) with an s/o who's got adhd? Not the like, "extroverted" 24/7 adhd, but where they js get random bursts of talkative adhd and stuff?

Or, another separate little idea, them with an s/o who's uncomfortable with alcohol? I feel like its a bit of an interesting concept with Tony cuz he's had plenty of moments where he's drinking in the mcu

Those are the only two I'll bother you with for now until random thouvhts come to me again<3

Please remember to take breaks, have a bite to eat, drink water, and have a nap when you need it!!!<3<3<3 appreciate you<3<3<3

(*noms you lovingly<3*)

gahhhhhhhhh I am so very sorry that it took me this long to write this (21 days is like three weeks so oopsies) but yes here it is

i did not write the alcohol prompt, i don’t have a lot of experience with alcohol honestly lol

and yeah, you can call me mari!! that’s cute as hell

my mini multiverse of madness…

ADHD Headcannons (Steve, Bucky, Sam, Tony)

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Steve 

Steve is a patient soul. He is a thinker and a listener first, and it’s only when he’s perfectly worded a response that he decides to speak. Everything that he does, no matter how impulsive it may seem, has had a lot of his thoughts poured into it. And when he hears you ramble, random and excited, it surprises him. And he loves listening to it. 

He is so on board for every little thing you’re into. You got super into cars and he started leaving F1 on on the TV until you started watching it and learning all about it. He’d figured you’d like it. And you ramble about it, explain every little rule and detail and decision, and Steve listens carefully, like he has all of the time in the world and nothing he’d rather be doing. 

When you move on, he’s unbothered. Next phase it is!

 Bucky 

Bucky is brooding and quiet. Also a huge literature nerd. When he gets into things, he thinks about them constantly, yet he never shares them with anybody. Then he gets to know you. And damn, it’s so fun!! You ramble and share and tell him about the things you’re into, and he gets invested. You started watching this cop show, and he’s never seen a single episode. But when he gets home from work, he expects a full recap from you, and he’s invested now. 

You eventually convince him to share more about the stuff that he’s into, so he compiles a list of a bunch of his favorite books and some things on his to be read and together, you start a two person bookclub.

You get into his books and the two of you go on tangents about what different things mean. It’s his very favorite thing. 

Sam

Sam is loud and rambunctious and playful. He shares and he listens already. But he loves it when you get going talking about something. He jokes that there’s little buzzwords that no one knows that get you rambling about something. One time, he mentioned the words “ten dollar” and you got on a rant about Hamilton. He listened very intently, very amused, for about five minutes, and then couldn’t help but chuckle.

He now has a list of buzzwords on the notes app on his phone and you cannot fight me on this.

Sam playfully teases you a bit about this, but he genuinely doesn’t mind, and he knows what you’re sensitive about and is careful to avoid that when he’s gently teasing you about things. 

Overall, though, Sam is a very sweet, funny, playful, and endearing guy and he is more than happy to listen to you rant. 

Tony

Tony, honestly? He’s the same damn way. 

You both just get very talkative randomly and you’re both extremely sarcastic. You both get very intense hyperfixations and it’s all you can think about. It drives everybody else freaking crazy because, while you do handle Tony better than anyone else on the planet, you are also shockingly alike. 

One time, Tony had the gall to ask Steve, “is that what I act like?” after you showed them your diorama of the music industry. It made Steve laugh and nod enthusiastically, “yes!” Tony chuckled, and insisted that it was much more endearing coming from you. 

When the two of you both got hyper fixated on this one specific robot model though? HOLY HELL.

Fury laughed and said, “if only I could get you two to work like that on half the S.H.I.E.L.D. missions.”

You two are adorable. 

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[that-dreaming-dragon]

Thanks for the tag @pogothefox-02!

Let's do this then..long post below cut.

I'm combining 1&2 so I don't repeat myself.

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to? 2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

We are a Median Constellations (I don't like to use system, since it's a bit complicated. And yes, our plurality is more a alterhuman phenomenon). I'm a Shapeshifter Dream Dragon otherkind & folcintera, others are also Dream Dragons, but cannot shapeshift.

Below are fuzzy who shares what, won't bother to distinguish. We also are/have:

Uzumaki Naruto otherhearted

Japanese pacific ocean dragon kardiatype

three-tailed enfield para-heartlink

Star dragon (collective) vaguelink, same species as Aurelion Sol

Mew Paraarchetrope

Bond Thread Weaver Archetrope

Ninja Archetrope

Flammie vague-flicker

We are collectively linking a digimon line vaguetype

Couple of hearthomes (deep ocean, ocean village, floating island, dreamworld)

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

Yes. I'm near perma-shifted, so you can probably say my most common shift is phantom shift. The others are extranth, they don't associate with this human vessel at all. I also experience astral, dream, berserk, mental, and potentially other sorts of shifts that I don't bother looking up terms for. The shifts correspond to various different identitype.

Strangest is hard to say, there's nothing too strange. Most of my cameo shift happened with dream shift, I don't think I've ever experienced cameo shift outside of that, or I just didn't pick up on them. I guess me being a water elemental nymph, jumping the water like a dolphin, then flew up into the air to land on a low-hanging new moon like I'm filming the opening of DreamWorks was pretty interesting.

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

I'm pretty much discussing various aspects of alterhumanity daily with the community, in various platforms and places. Beyond that, alterhumanity is part of me, like my queerness, like my neurodivergence, like me being a artists. Sometimes I draw to express my alterhumanity, sometimes it's me making noises with my partner to be my critter self. Other times it's me feeling alone out in the world, or me feeling like things could be done differently when I read story, because I'm alterhuman, and my perspective is ultimately different.

5/ What do you think of the community?

Goods and bads like any community. I really wish we are more united, and our information be more unilateral. There's too much misinformation floating around and people making new things without seeing if something was already there. Or infighting, validity contest, and respectability politics.

But when we come together? It's an amazing feeling, because you aren't alone. I do love our community for its good--the scholars and nerds and philosophers, the creators and organizers. I love how we have so much vastly different experiences, life story to tell, worlds and cultures to share.

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

Acceptance, understanding, and a welcoming, safe space for me to just be, just exist, let me indulge in experiencing and talking about my alterhumanity.

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

Sometimes.

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

You made it! That's awesome! Welcome to our community, you are not alone.

Take your time, pace yourself to learn, to listen, to read. Don't just jump into things and trying to cast judgement to yourself. Research more in-depth, ask questions, but learn to trust your gut, your feeling, they are your own experiences. Alterhumanity is a self-journey first and foremost; nobody else can tell you how to feel or how to identify. But that means you don't get to decide that for others, too.

When it comes to information and terms, do your research and verify. We deal with an extreme amount of misinformation, don't go coining terms and flags willy nilly, we have a lot of terms, and more that people coined without consideration to the actual community, plus those coined within without some community input. Seroiusly people mistaken alterhuman for only human or alterhuman for only nonhuman (identifying-as) really, really, sucks. Stop it, please go read up on what exactly is alterhuman.

Lots of information on here, just, here.

And lastly, buckle up, and have fun!

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

I want some actual stuff, some that don't even exist. Like Uzushio's hitai-ate, or quadsuit of myself. But I do have some stuff, my tiny tail that works for my core form, and cheapie white feathery wings. I got some pins for my kitsune-enfield heartlink as well, those would be consider apparels instead of wearable gears.

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

My kintype is "donno dont care" Our hearttype has elements of potentially a past life, potential psychological. Our kardiatype is straight up just a especially significant past life, it's in there in the definition of kardiatype lol. My plurality is sort of spiritual. Our linked vaguetype is societal (wanna be with sourcemate), personal symbolism, and some psychological factors. The various hearthome are tied to various identitype, thus soul, spiritual, metaphysical, and past lives. Our linked hearttype has paratype embedded, which is sort of messy all of the above reasonings. Our archetrope each has different reasons--past lives, spiritual, general cultural spiritual. The flicker might be more psychological and neurodivergent, I'm not sure. But yeah, I'm alterhuman because I identify as one, and I don't really care about the origin theory sometimes.

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈

@talon-dragonbeast @dinocanid @nimdreams @unearthlygamer @karak9

No pressure, I just like to tag in case yall would be interested in these sort of stuff.

Apparently I did this already, ah well. Sorry for the double ping tho *sweat*

If you are an alter/nonhuman, reblog and answer these questions!

(don't be afraid to write a lot, do what you want ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

5/ What do you think of the community?

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈

[deesseshesca]

Where is your second chance ?

OMG GUYS ! Just started a whole new book in my life ... I can feel it !

PILE 1

4 cups (reverse) 

Honestly babe I would love to knock some sense into you or even tell you to stay focused but you are truly going through it. The reason why life is dragging by your panties is because of yourself but you need grace and a hug more than anything. 

First thing first … I actually don't know what to say. I don't know if I should say sorry or tell you  to seek help. So all I can type knowing it is true even if it is hard for you to believe rn… time will pass, the scar will heal and all will transform into a beauty mark. You guys have lost your love. I’m not talking about break ups … I’m speaking of death. No is nothing to be happy about because they were amazing lovers. They loved with all their might until their last breath. A lot of y’all you were literally the last thing on their mind before their body released their soul. It has been years now, for many of you at least but the pain is still there just translated in another way. You feel like seeking love again would be a betrayal. Some of y’all feel an unsaid pressure because you are still close to their family. For others you feel nobody is going to look at you with that many stars in their eye, be speechless because of your natural beauty, give you the amount of support in all your endeavors or even fill the spot you gave to  them as your spouse and future parent of your child. You are like: ‘’What’s even the point of trying again …when I know damm well nobody will ever be as good as them’’.  Instead of finding the where … you need to focus on the fact that healing is not linear. You may feel like you should be over the whole BS by now but babe grief is like a fever dream that would probably never cease. You learn to first deal, then cope and finally live WITH IT. It will never really vanish, that's an unrealistic expectation but remember the focus is to learn to LIVE WITH IT. Your second chance is on the other side of pessimism (when you are ready of course). When ultimately you are going to get over the guilt of falling in love with such a beautiful soul. 

Extra messages : You have a very cute tooth gap. I feel before them you never like it but they appreciate your shy and awkward smile. What a pleasure I got to experience it. Babe don't kill yourself (your mental health) over the fact that you failed you driver liscence. Pick yourself back up and go ahead. No it does not define you. My mom got her license at 32 after failing 3 times. You got it babe ! 

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PILE 2

3 swords (reverse) 

Hey babe ! How are you doing ? Damn you are glowing and dare I say you ass got fatter ! That skin tho… we both know is not just skincare. Even though I must give you your 10¯ you have been for months now consistent in your self care. You finally got over that fuck up ex. I can't say it was toxic because he never did anything abusive but packed his stuff and left randomly. Or for some choosing his toxic family over you even tho you pour your all into them. As I am diving into your energy, it is completely clean, no residue of the confused spirit. Also I must applaud you because instead of crashing out or taking it personally… you move on and heal your wound never regretting the love you gave. I need to learn a thing or 2  from you …

Anyways I feel like you are a bit hesitant. Some of y’all are overthinking because you may be oversharrer. You are scared that you are making a fool of yourself. Also before going further, maybe not every woman on this planet is meant to be sexy, some are pretty and others beautiful. You are cute. There's many cute women. Believe there's many men that enjoy cute beauty. Don't fall into the propaganda. Do not touch that beautiful round face and don't you dare try to put your hands on some ozempic. You are healthy and you look like it. Futhermore you are happy so why are trying to fuck it all up because of beauty standart force upon us. Let's go back to the business that pays me, the person you are crushing hard on. I see you flirting  hard and being charming. I love to see a spiritual girly shooting her shoot ( me : Yes … You should all learn from HER !). They find you quirky, charming and cute. They may have called you cute which disappointed you bit because they may be more on the handsome side. You think they are out of your league because they are smoking hot with their heigh,t muscles and tattoo. They also have colorful eyes and black hair with an amazing jawline. They genuinely fancy you  babe. They are as smitten as you. They don't realise it… yet. They enjoy spending time with you. When you are not there, they go and look for you. They love hearing  about all your unusual stories. No worries, no competition. My advice and I think this is where your second chance is; allow yourself to chase babe. You do the first step, flirt like no tomorrow and don't mind being a bit vulgar when you are under heat. Let yourself be the one to blush and be surprised. Is actually going to fasten the process on the person you plotting upon. Let them miss you …

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PILE 3

Emperor (reverse) 

Good evening my wild babes. How are you doing ? What’s going on, you guys seem to be more calm as of rn ? Are you guys resting before going all in for the official summer time ? I hope so because babe you are about to have a wild one. 

‘’Mommy… Mamacita … A mom of what ? A real baby…’’. You guys may be bikers. Fuck the waiting for one or aint nobody seating around just waiting for some dick. You guys are the embodiment of that energy. If a man can, so can your pair of tits also. What makes it even better is that you guys have a rather bimbo aesthetic (which I LOVE. I have loved bimbos since I was a kid). You enjoy getting your nails done, you never miss a hair appointment, you have a perfect makeup base but at the same time you study at a trading school. Some of y’all are engineers others may actually be athletes. For a very small portion of y’all not only do you enjoy F1, you actually know how to ride fast car. In all your femininity, grace and playfulness fire is brewing and some of y’all have been manifesting that event for a hot minute now… a beautiful, submissive man is entering your life. This summer you are going to be honey to the bees. There's not a single man that is not going to try to shoot their shot, flirt with you or even pay for your drinks. You may also get a pass at the club like this summer pretty privilege are working over fucking time ! You are not new to this. You have always been a pretty girl and always receive attention. Yet you never actually dated. You refuse to settle until you HAVE it. Very bratty when it comes to the matter of the heart. A lot of y’all are virgin and never been in a relationship because you refuse to give it up until the PERFECT one comes through. The second chance you need to give is to the tarot community … lol. Maybe a lot of reading throughout the months or even years promise it to 2. I swear babe hes very fucking close.

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[angels-hideaway]

𝐼𝓉’𝓈 𝒩𝑜 𝑀𝓎𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓎

Detective!Caitlynx fem!intern!obvious!reader

summary: You’ve come to realize that interning under your crush, famous detective Caitlyn Kiramman, isn’t as exciting as you thought it’d be. That was the case until she starts to take you seriously.

3k words

inspired by @child-of-plut0

C/w: age gap: reader: 22 Caitlyn: 31. Mentions of murder, smoking, alcohol.

“Detective Kiramman? I got your mail! Oh- and your coffee!” You knocked on her door again. You thought your internship at the Piltover Detectives Office would be filled with action and adventure, not bringing a tired, disgruntled thirty-something year old woman coffee and mail every morning. Detective Kiramman didn’t take you seriously at all. She treated you more as an assistant or a maid than her intern.

Detective Kiramman, nine years your senior, had taken you on as an intern for the summer. She was famous all over town for being that good at her job. You’ve always been infatuated with crime and detective work, so working alongside her for this long was thrilling to hear! Until you actually did, and just became her new personal assistant. 

“Come in.” You hear her from the other side of the door. You open the door to find your mentor Det. Kiramman sitting at her desk smoking a cigarette. One elbow is on the desk and her hand is nestled in her disheveled hair. She did an all nighter, again. The dark circles under her eyes didn’t help you to that conclusion. She’s had those since you met her. 

Her handsomeness was undeniable. Tall, statuesque, and beautiful in a sharp, elegant way. Everything about her was admirable. Her style, her demeanor, her intelligence? You’ve been obsessed since you learned who she was. 

She finally looks away from whatever document she’s looking at, and takes a slow drag. “Is it black?” She motions to the coffee with her cigarette. “Yes. Just like you asked.” You set the coffee down and the mail in the growing pile. “Hey intern, tidy this place up for me.” She takes a sip of coffee. “Shit.” She mumbles after burning her tongue. 

With a sigh, you get to it. If you’ve learned anything during this experience, it’s that your mentor is extremely disorganized. Yet somehow, she’s the best detective around. When you got the letter saying you were accepted for this position, you nearly fainted. “Ms. Kiramman?” She hums in response, not even bothering to turn around and look at you. “When are you going to let me uhm…you know, help, or shadow you? You know…what I came here to do?” 

The detective exhales another plume of smoke. “Hm? You want to help? Alright. Come here. Give it a go.” 

“Really!?” This is the first time she’s actually given you a chance. “I don’t have all the time in the world.” That’s her way of saying ‘hurry up.’ You set down the pile of discarded papers and hurry to her side. She gets out of her chair and motions to you to sit. 

Her white button up is rolled to her elbows, and her tie is loosened. She’s looking at you with tired, sharp eyes. “Well?” She adjusts her stance. “Sorry. Okay.” You sit down in her chair, and feel her lean over your shoulder. “A serial killer?” You scanned the document. “Yes. He’s been at large for a little while now. He can cover his tracks too.” 

She watches you diligently, waiting to hear what you have to say. “All the victims are young women, the average age is 22… students? Like me?” You look over your shoulder at her for some sort of approval. She just takes a drag. “Read the transcription of an interrogation I performed yesterday. Do you think that’s our guy?” You take the papers and read. Your mind lingers on the “our guy.” The first time she’s treated you like an equal.

“What’s your answer, intern?” You feel her hand on your shoulder. She’s making you a little nervous. “It’s not him.” You look over your shoulder at her again. She looks amused. “Clever girl. Maybe I underestimated you.” She blows a puff of smoke straight into your face. After coughing, you continue. “Uhm- thanks.” She gives a rare smile. “You’re right though. I haven’t exactly been taking you under my wing as I should. You’ll have to forgive me.” She opens her office window to filter out the smoke. 

“That’s okay, ma’am!” You get up from her chair and return to the papers she wanted you to throw away. As the day goes on, she’ll sometimes engage you in whatever she’s working on, or update you on the case. She’ll ask questions to make sure you’re following, and correct you if you’re off the mark. 

When you do say something smart or correct, she praises you. “Exactly. Good girl.” The way she says that doesn’t imply anything at all, but just hearing that from her lips makes you feel like squirming. The way she looks at you gives you butterflies. Her eyes are intense and grounding. “Stop getting lost in my eyes and focus.” She chides. She’s very aware of your less than secret crush.

When you’re packing up, she makes her last request for the day. “Pour me a drink before you go.” 

“Yes ma’am.” You open her cabinet where she already has a stash of some favorite alcohols. As you’re pouring her a shot of whiskey, she puts out her cigarette and looks at you. “Why don’t you join me? You’re old enough, right?” Her stare is intense. Maybe she’s finally decided to take you seriously. That all starts with getting to know you of course.

“I am. I’m twenty-two.” You pour yourself a little less than her. You weren’t the best drinker quite yet. 

“Twenty-two? I remember being that young…” She downs the drink with ease. “You remind me a bit of myself back then. Wide-eyed and eager to get into crime solving...” She pours herself another shot. “I remind you of yourself?” That’s maybe the best compliment you’ve ever received in your life. “Very much so. Young people are so enthusiastic. It’s almost exhausting.”

“You say that like you’re not young.” 

“I’m young, but I’m not twenty two young.” What does that even mean?

“Thirty one is still young!” She sits up suddenly. “How’d you know my age?” You let that slip. “Uhm… I’ve done my own investigating about you… just to see who my mentor was. Nothing else.” That’s a horrible excuse and you know it.

“You’re quite the fangirl aren’t you? I’m not some star serenading you on stage, you know.” Her gaze softens. “I know. You’re only the best detective Piltover has ever seen! Your work has always been my inspiration.” She looks surprised. “Well I didn’t expect that. Thank you though.” There’s a small bit of color on her cheeks. 

“Of course! When I got approved for this internship, I was so happy I could faint.” She scoffs. “Were you really that excited to spend your time with an old lady like me?”  

“Thirty one isn’t old at all! I said that already. And yes, who wouldn’t be excited to learn from you?”

“You flatter me.” She takes her second shot. “You haven’t drank yours. Why’s that? Don’t like whiskey?” She raises one eyebrow. “No that’s not it I just… Don’t have that much drinking experience. Especially with the strong stuff.” She nods in understanding. “I see. There’s no rush.” She gets up to close the blinds. “I’ll probably be spending the night here again.” You take your shot, and make a face without meaning to. You hear Det. Kiramman chuckle at you. “You shouldn’t sleep here again.” You changed the subject.

“Why’s that? I’m a grown woman.” She turns on her record player, and a slow jazz song begins to play. “Well, you were up all night here weren’t you? Don’t you have someone to go home to?”

“No. I’m unmarried.” She lights a cigarette and takes a drag. All the while, her eyes stay on you. “Oh. Well still. You should get a good nights rest. If you work this amazingly on no sleep, I can’t even imagine how much you’d get done with rest.” She chuckles a bit at your enthusiasm. “I never thought I’d have such a dedicated fan. This profession isn’t exactly the sort to warrant that. You’re right though.” She puts on her coat and locks her cabinets. “Alright, I’ll walk you home.” 

“What?” 

“I had you drinking. As your mentor, it’d be irresponsible to send you on your way alone. Especially at this time of night, knowing there’s a serial killer out there who goes for your type.” Of course. It’s strictly professional. You didn’t have enough alcohol to actually get you drunk though. “Oh. Yes of course. Let me get my stuff.”

The walk home is silent except for the sound of your heels against the pavement. The city is awake, and so are the bars and clubs. The sound of live jazz bands and clapping finds its way outside to the cold night. “That sounds fun.” You say, trying to make conversation. “You think so? I’ve never been one for dancing. Especially in those flashy dresses.” She doesn’t seem like the type anyways.

“Uhm, detective?” She answers without looking at you. “Yes?”

“Can I call you Caitlyn?” She seems to think for a moment. “Hmm.. Ms. Caitlyn is fine. Detective Kiramman does get a little long. I’m still your mentor, so show some respect.” It’s a more personal than what you called her before, so that’s fine with you.

“I understand, Ms. Caitlyn.” You try and hide the giggle in your voice saying her name caused. 

You got to your apartment after Caitlyn insisted taking you to your room. “Thank you for walking me home, Ms. Caitlyn.” She shakes her head. “It’s no issue. Just get some sleep and be back in the office at eight a.m. sharp. With my coffee.” She points her cigarette like it’s an order. It is. “Yes ma’am!” Caitlyn shakes her head and sighs. “You’re quite the character. Well, goodnight.” She begins to leave.

“Wait! Isn’t it dangerous for you to go home alone?” Caitlyn turns around. “I’ll be fine.” She lifts one side of her coat to reveal the gun on her hip. “Oh. Alright then. Goodnight.” After closing the door, you couldn’t help but giggle. There’s no reason you should find that attractive, but everything she did was so arousing to you. The way she barked orders to you, the way cigarettes dangled from her lips, and even the dark circles under her eyes. 

The next morning, Caitlyn wasn’t in her office. Her things were, so she was somewhere in the building. You took the time to prepare her coffee, organize her papers, and sit in her chair for a moment. She really was amazing. In frames around her office were newspaper articles about her accomplishments. Catching killers, thieves of ancient relics, and busting entire drug rings. 

“Morning.” The door swings open. Ms. Caitlyn looks like she just came from a meeting. The moment she closes the door, she lights a cigarette and loosens her tie. “Finally out of that stuffy room. I hate meetings.” She looks around her office, noticing the organization. “It looks nice in here for once. Thanks, doll.” 

“Oh! no probl-” what did she just call you? Suddenly the room is getting very hot. You unbutton your shirt just a tad to cool off. Caitlyn’s wearing a ghost of a smile like she knows what she did to you.  

“Uhm, I need to use the bathroom.” 

“Okay. Go ahead.” You’re excused awkwardly to go compose yourself.  When you return, she’s back in her chair, filling out documents with a pen. “So, today I’ll be interrogating another suspect.”

“Can I help?” 

“I was planning on letting you listen in. You won’t be in the room with me, but you’ll be able to hear everything through a radio. I’ll be conducting the interrogation with another detective. I hope you’ll be able to observe some helpful tactics.” She paces around the room, twirling her pen. “I’m convinced this is the killer. I’ve been keeping my eye on this man for some time now, but I couldn’t find anything really substantial until last week.” She looks so passionate like this. You can’t help but admire her.

“That’s wonderful! I’m excited to listen.” She fixes her clothes and puts her cigarette out. “Well, let’s go.” 

You’re escorted to a room directly behind the interrogation room. You can see the whole thing through a one way mirror, and  as promised there’s a radio. Some other police and detectives are in the room with you, but similarly to Caitlyn, they don’t really acknowledge you.

The suspect is sitting inside the room alone, with a grim expression. He is scary looking. The kind of man you’d think would go after college girls in the night. Then, Caitlyn and her colleague enter. They exchange formalities, but Caitlyn seems a lot more serious than the other detective. 

As the interrogation goes on, it’s clear to you what they’re doing. Caitlyn is playing the bad cop. “I have evidence against you no one can deny.” Her voice is firm and her eyes are burning. “I know you’re the one behind this. There’s no use trying to lie to me. Just say it, and this will all be over.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” The man pleads. “I understand this is stressful, but we need you to be honest.” The other detective is playing the good cop. “I’m being honest!” The suspect snaps. “I don’t think you are. You were spotted with the late Ms. Samantha an hour before she died. You also lied about your whereabouts the night Ms. Williams was murdered.” Caitlyn definitely sounds a little scary. If you were the real killer under her gaze, you’d give up by now.

“I’m telling you! I’ve got nothing to do with this!” 

“Hey, I honestly don’t think it’s you. Unfortunately, we have a suspect list to go through.” The other detective assures the man. “I’m getting tired of this. I’m going to the restroom.” Caitlyn leaves. The other detective begins to speak again. “I know she’s being a bit harsh right now. She can get like that when trying to crack a tough case. Just tell me your side of the story, okay?” 

“It’s not me! I hated those women because they treated me so terribly! I know I have a motive, and I know my actions don’t make me look innocent! I promise it’s not me though!” The suspect is being more vulnerable now. “What do you think?” Caitlyn entered the observation room. “You’re doing great! Are you being mean on purpose?” She nods. “Yep. Allowing the suspect alone time with Detective Lanes will make me seem like the bad guy. They’re likely to build a rapport with her, and become more vulnerable. It’s a psychological tactic. Watch.” 

Sure enough, the suspect is speaking more. “I was with Samantha that night. We went out drinking and I told her that I wanted more out of our relationship. She rejected me though. I was just so devastated. I loved her so much. I just hate how all these bitches think they can just throw me away after everything I do for them.” He begins to cry. “Thought so.” Caitlyn mumbles. “Killed the poor girl because she rejected him. What a sick man.” 

You tell yourself getting nervous. She’s leaning over your shoulder, with one hand on the back of your chair watching the suspect. “Maybe one day, we’ll get to do interrogations like this together. When I become a real detective.” She looks down at you and smiles a real smile. “Maybe one day. That’d be nice.” You can’t help but fantasize about it. You and detective Kiramman working together to force the truth out of criminals. You and detective Kiramman pulling all nighters together trying to make sense of strange clues. You and detective Kiramman taking breaks together, where you share cigarettes and pull her in for a kiss by that damned tie. You’re brought back from your delusions by Caitlyn clearing her throat. “I hope you’re focusing on what’s in front of you right now.” She ruffles your hair. “Well, I’m going back in.” 

The interview ends, and the man is put in custody. It’s around nine p.m. now. You’re meant to be home, but you wanted to check on Caitlyn. “Ms. Caitlyn?” You open her door, and she’s still there. She look pensive. “Oh, you’re still here? It’s Dangerous to go home at this hour.” 

“I wanted to hear your thoughts. On the interview this afternoon.” Caitlyn sighs, and lights a cigarette. 

“Well… I haven’t gone through the entire transcription yet, but from the experience alone, I can’t say for sure yet. You should get home. It’s late. Be careful alright?” 

“I’ll be careful. Thanks Ms. Caitlyn.” The walk home that night is peaceful. You’re a little disappointed that she didn’t offer to walk you home again tonight. When you get home, your rotary phone is going off. 

“Hello?”

“Did you make it home alright?” It’s Caitlyn. 

“Ms. Caitlyn? Yes I did. Thank you for checking on me.”

“It’s nothing. I just wanted to check because I don’t know for sure if this is my actual culprit. Besides, catching one guy doesn’t mean all of them are gone.”

“Yes that’s true. Are you still at the office?”

“Yes. I’m probably going to stay all night. Brew me something strong tomorrow.” 

“Yes ma’am. I’m heading to bed now then. Goodnight.” 

“Take care. Goodnight.”

You feel giddy. She wanted to check on you! What a sweet gesture. She truly must care for you. What if it was more? It couldn’t be. Deciding to stop letting delusions get the best of you, you get ready for bed, and go to sleep. 

When you get to the office the next day, Caitlyn is still there. She’s sleeping rather peacefully at her desk, with her cheek resting on an arm and scattered papers. She really looks to be in a deep sleep, so you decide to leave her alone. You find her trench coat on the rack and drape it over her sleeping form. She looks less serious like this. All soft and cozy. 

You’ll brew her some coffee whenever she wakes up. For now, Detective Kiramman gets a break.

Taglist: @gwscloq

[interact-if]

Pride Month Feature #3: Under Our Skins

Game: Under Our Skins

Author: Rowan (@if-underourskins)

Tags: Urban fantasy, romance, action (kinda)

Being hunted isn't for the weak. You've been on the run for the majority of your life, though it seems to only get more and more frequent as you age. You're a shapeshifter, whose bones, muscles and skin twist and stretch to transform, and it's why you've been looking over your shoulder all this time. 

You’re forced to flee when Officers from the Agency of Public Safety and Threat Containment (PSTC) came knocking on your door. They're who you've been running from all this time, the reason why you're alone...That is, till you end up in the town of Arden Grove and meet other shapeshifters like yourself. Do you trust them? Will they stay? Or will you end up alone once again?

Tell me more about yourself!

I’ve mentioned this a couple of times, but I’m a huge fan of the Spiderverse franchise, and I am in a lot of different fandoms. My favourite colour is red, which is really funny because the colour scheme of Under Our Skins is blue and grey, and I’m ethnically Chinese, which is actually why Elexis (one of the ROs) is Chinese. 

I am also pansexual and genderqueer, and there are elements of that that can be seen in my characters, especially Elexis and Seraph.

2. Can you tell me a bit about what you’re working on right now and your journey into interactive fiction? What inspired the game/story you’re currently writing?

I am currently working on a shapeshifter IF, aka Under Our Skins! I started with visual novels first, back in my 2024 exam season, and quickly got hooked. The first IF I ever played was Wayfarer and that led to many ranting sessions about it (my poor friends were stuck with me raving about how much I loved the game for days) and from there, I scoured itch.io for more games like that, which is how I stumbled across interactive fiction! For the next few months, it was just me falling in love with multiple interactive fictions before deciding I wanted to try my hand at writing one. 

What inspired Under Our Skins was just a car on Pinterest, and with a lot of time on my hands and a writer’s brain, I daydreamed a scene with my first character (and said car). I liked the scene so much that I then proceeded to think about how it’d make sense and what sort of a world it’d be set in and boom, I had the (rough) settings and systems of Under Our Skins. 

Read on for the full interview!

3. How does your work feature aspects of your queer identity / experience? 

I think that my writing will be influenced by the things I experience and observe in real life no matter what, and though there aren’t direct correlations, there are parallels in the way shapeshifters are treated and the way they adapt to society with the way queer people adapt to “pass” and more. 

Not all of them are purposeful, but when writing about the oppression of shapeshifters, I do take “inspiration” from the oppression that queer people face. There’s also the fact that the way shapeshifters cope with it, whether hiding or just dampening it to be more “normal” (and the fact that there’s a “normal” at all, when so many of them are born shapeshifters) just reminds me of what queer people have to do irl. 

The whole IF is not meant to be a commentary on queer people but I’ve definitely taken inspiration or been influenced by queer experiences.

4. What does your writing process look like? Any rituals or habits? Any tips, tricks, philosophies or approaches that have worked very well for you? 

My writing process is a mess. Right now, I have a planning doc, a writing doc and a google sheet with many different sections split to help me juggle the work of writing everything while stimulating my brain enough to get to work on the IF. It’s honestly pretty scattered, but hey, if it ain’t broke, why fix it?

For the specifics however, it’s mostly just three phases that I constantly go back to. I use an outline to roughly plot out the chapter, which I then refer to when writing. Sometimes my writing veers off the path of my outline, sometimes parts of my outline doesn’t work with what I had written before, and I leave that to the editing part to polish everything up and just hope that it turns out alright. 

As for tips and tricks, there are two very important things that I try to keep in mind when writing: a. Your first draft is going to suck and b. Know what your other characters are doing and their motivations.

For the first, when writing, I often find myself hating whatever words I was typing – to me they all fall flat and miss their mark. This ends up with me hating writing and procrastinating continuing because if it sucks, why should I continue? But here’s the thing: it’s better that it exists and sucks, then to not exist at all. Your first draft is not supposed to be perfect, it’s job is to just exist, to pave a way for your next few drafts to improve on. If it doesn’t exist, there’s nothing to refine. So yeah, my first draft is going to suck, and I need to let it suck as long as I write it.

For the second, this just helps me more in the planning aspect. Knowing what the characters are doing helps me make sure that the timelines all line up, and to help me establish certain things even though the plot doesn’t require it just yet. It makes things feel real and more logical, and it can definitely come in handy when you cross-refer back to it.

5. How do you go about portraying queer characters, queer experiences, or queer storylines in your IF? 

I think the most important part for me is that the character’s queerness is a part of their identity, and is not their only, or most notable trait, while also acknowledging it and the way it has shaped their life.

With Under Our Skins, everyone is queer – 4 out of the 5 ROs are pansexual, one RO is trans and another is a lesbian. These are a part of their identity, and while sometimes it is just what it is, it has also impacted the way others treated them throughout their lives, and in the IF. 

I think the way I write – or will be writing, since the IF is still relatively new – is entirely linked to my queer experiences and the experiences I’ve observed. Parts of my characters I take from my own experience, others from my friends and people online, and there are also parts where I have to take creative liberties almost, like writing accepting parents and homo/transphobia.

6. Do you have favourite interactive fiction games, characters, scenes or authors that you’d like to recommend?

Here’s a list of IFs I love and adore (in no particular order):

(the famous) Infamous

Press Play

Children of Cain

Wayfarer

When Twilight Strikes

Apt 502

The six that thrive

Stygian Sun: Total Eclipse

Drink Your Villain Juice

Love After Death

The Advisor's Game

Disenchanted

and a lot more I can’t remember off the top of my head!!

7. If you were to say one thing to your readers, other authors, and/or the interactive fiction community: what would it be? 

To my readers, I’d say thank you <33 They’ve been so kind to me and the love that they’ve shown for the IF and characters is honestly so heartwarming and motivating!!

To other authors, y’all are honestly amazing and I hope that your projects work out and that you have nice lives (that sounds like a threat, help). I love so many of your works and it’s honestly an honor (?) to be an interactive fiction author when these are the people I’m standing with.

To the community, please, please be kind. Your comments, whether anonymous or not, are all directed to a person behind the screen – a person who is usually juggling their writing project alongside many, many irl responsibilities. There was a weird influx of hate recently and now that it’s mostly died down (that I’m aware of, anyway), let’s try to make it stay that way. Constructive criticism can be helpful but sending straight up hate is not and can oftentimes undermine an author’s motivation so, yeah, be kind.

[lilmarshie]

bob reynolds hurt comfort? :)

Comforting the Darkness

Bob Reynolds x Reader HC’s

A/N: Thank you so much, @calzone-d for the request! I hope that you enjoy! I decided to write some hurt/comfort based headcanons for now but I may turn this into a one shot later on. I also included some of his love languages in here as well for more of the comforting aspect of your relationship together.

- Bob is naturally a gentle and very caring person, despite the powers that he holds within him.

- When you’re hurt either physically or emotionally, he becomes incredibly attentive. He will sit with you for hours on end, offering you a comforting presence without being too overbearing.

- With any physical injuries, he's surprisingly adept at first aid, having picked up a few things over the years.

- Bob will clean and bandage your wounds with a delicate touch, his brow furrowed with concern the entire time.

- When you’re hurting Bob will try his hardest to offer words of encouragement even though he’s not the best at it.

- Bob stumbles over his words, but his sincerity shines through.

- He reminds you of your strengths, your resilience, and how much he cares about you.

- Sometimes, Bob will share his own struggles with anxiety and doubt, letting you know that you're not alone in your pain. And that he’s right there beside you.

- Bob understands that sometimes, the best comfort comes from the simple things.

- He will make you a cup of tea, wrap you in a warm blanket, or just sit in silence with you, holding your hand. He's a master of creating a safe and comforting environment. If you're up for it, he might even try to distract you with a funny story or a lighthearted movie.

- His goal is to take your mind off the pain, even if just for a little while, and remind you that there's still good in the world.

- If you’re suffering from nightmares or sleeplessness, Bob is incredibly patient.

- He'll stay up with you, no matter how late, offering a calming presence. He reads to you in his soothing voice, or he will gently stroke your hair until you drift back to sleep.

- If you wake up from a nightmare, Bob holds you close, whispering reassurances that it was just a dream.

- Bob, despite his immense power, is deeply empathetic. If you're emotionally hurt, he allows you to express your feelings without judgment. He listens intently, offering a shoulder to cry on and a safe space to vent.

- He won't try to fix your problems or offer unsolicited advice; instead, he focuses on validating your emotions and letting you know that it's okay to feel what you're feeling.

- He might share his own experiences with emotional pain, reminding you that even superheroes have their vulnerabilities.

- Bob is eager to share his hobbies and interests with you. Whether it's stargazing, reading classic literature, or playing board games, he enjoys spending quality time with you and engaging in activities that bring you both joy.

- He’s also open to exploring your interests as well, even if it’s out of his comfort zone. He just wants to make you happy.

- Bob shows his love and affection through acts of service and support. He'll go out of his way to make your life easier, whether it's running errands, cooking meals, or helping with chores.

- He pays attention to your needs and anticipates your wants, always striving to make you feel cared for and appreciated. He believes that small gestures can make a big difference in showing someone how much you care.

- Bob is generous with his words of affirmation and encouragement. He'll often tell you how much he appreciates you, how talented you are, and how much he admires your strength and resilience. He believes in your potential and always encourages you to pursue your dreams. He's your biggest cheerleader, offering unwavering support and believing in you even when you doubt yourself.

- Bob values quality time and undivided attention. When you're together, he puts away his phone and focuses solely on you. He listens attentively to what you have to say, making eye contact and showing genuine interest in your thoughts and feelings. He believes that being fully present in the moment is essential for building a strong and meaningful connection.

[redrose10]

#19 Jk post military. Him going straight to business performing right after instead of seeing his girl who’s also a performer /idol

Thank you for requesting. I hope you like it! Sorry it took a little longer.

Idol Jungkook x Female Reader

Warnings: Jealousy, one swear word, slightly suggestive at the end

Word Count: 1,574

Prompt: #19- Are you trying to make me angry?

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Sitting at your kitchen table alone with cold food, a champagne bottle in melted ice, and burnt out candles was not how you imaged the night going. Your boyfriend was just discharged from him military service. The event was long awaited by you, him, and millions around the world. You knew he had a schedule to complete earlier in the day right after the official discharge ceremony. That was all decided before they even officially enlisted so it wasn’t new to you, but even after his meetings and a small live that he was going to do with Jimin… he should have been home hours ago.

The two of you were supposed to have a nice dinner together and then you were going to relax and watch your new drama that had come out a few months prior. It was your first role as the lead actress which was something you had worked very hard to receive. Jungkook had promised that he wouldn’t watch any episodes or look up any spoilers in his limited free time that he had while enlisted. He wanted to experience watching it for the first time with you by his side.

But he never showed up like he was supposed to. You texted him. You called him. You never got a response, not even left on read. It didn’t take long for you to give up and change out of your new dress you had purchased especially for the evening and you got comfy into some more casual clothes. Just as you got in bed there was a notification on your phone.

The group chat was blowing up after Hobi sent a video of Jungkook practicing for an upcoming performance. The rest of the guys seemed to only encourage him more:

Namjoon: He’s hasn’t even changed out of his military uniform yet.That’s dedication!

Jimin: He never stopped talking about performing.

Jin: Jeeze kid take a break. You’re making the rest of us look like lazy bums.

You were moving past being hurt to just being pure angry. It’s one thing to have to delay your reunion at home so that he could go to the company and complete some of his required tasks there. It was technically part of his job. You understood that much after having been in the industry yourself for quite a while and you knew how much he missed Army so the live was very important to him.

But you didn’t feel that it was necessary or caring for him to go right into practicing choreo and getting ready for a performance when he hadn’t even come home to see you yet.

Your next move may have been a little petty, childish even but you knew there was only one way to get his attention and after what you two had been through over the last two years you were willing to go to that point.

Quickly, before you could change your mind you put back on your dress from earlier. It was short and black lace which was an absolute favorite of Jungkooks and you headed to the company building.

Luckily you managed to slip in without being seen by your boyfriend. You ran into Jin in the lobby so you excitedly let him know how much you missed his cooking. You dropped off a coffee for Taehyung and stopped by Namjoons studio to recommend a new book you had recently read. You knew it wouldn’t take long for word to get back to your boyfriend. The Bangtan Boys were bigger gossipers than a group of fifty year old Aunties.

You only had one more thing to check off your list and thankfully you quickly found Hobi still in the dance studio. It didn’t take much convincing at all for him to film a couple dance challenge videos with you. You never posted a dance challenge with an anyone other than Jungkook before. He was quite a bit jealous when it came to things like that.

It was new to you, but with your background in dance you mastered the choreography in no time. The two of you were able to film a couple different videos. One for Hobi’s Killin It Girl challenge that was coming up and then the two of you took a page out of Taehyung and Leejungs playbook. You guys picked a random song and created the choreography on the spot.

It was intimate and sensual without crossing any lines and you were quite proud of it to be honest. Hobi promised the dance video would be posted within a couple hours so you thanked him and went home to wait.

And as he promised you got the notification that the video was live a couple hours later while you were sitting in bed.

Of course the internet went crazy seeing you two superstars dancing together like that and the video very quickly went viral.

It wasn’t too long afterwards that you heard the front door open and slam shut. The familiar sound of Jungkook’s heavy bag dropping to the floor followed next and then his boots thudded against the hardwood shortly after.

Seconds later Jungkook appeared in the doorway of your bedroom with his hands firmly planted on his hips. His tongue poking at the inside of his right cheek while he stared you down.

You were already changed out of your black dress and had put on your pjs or also known as…just a tshirt from Yoongi’s D-Day tour merch line.

It took everything in you not to smile or laugh or give anything away because your plan had worked just like you knew it would.

“Seriously Y/N?”, Jungkook questioned you without moving an inch.

“What?”, you faked confusion, “If you’re hungry there’s some jjajangmyeon that Jin made and dropped off earlier. I mentioned really wanting some and he was kind enough to make it for me.”

“I’m not hungry Y/N.”, he scoffed.

“Okkkaaaayyy then…what is your problem?”, you questioned.

He crossed his arms against his chest as he eyed you with a glare, “You know…exactly what my problem is.”

With a sigh you scooted out of bed making sure to straighten out your shirt so that Yoongi’s face was front and center, “I have no idea what you’re talking about Kook.”, you said as you tried to walk past him to go to the kitchen and get something to drink.

Just as you walked by him Jungkook grabbed your bad pulling you back into the room with ease. Within a second he had you pinned against the wall of your bedroom. His strong hands held your wrists above your head with force, but he was still gentle enough to not cause you any pain. For a few seconds he stood there staring deeply into your eyes before leaning in close enough that you could feel his hot breath against your neck.

“Y/N, Are you trying to make me angry?”, he growled into your ear.

You felt goosebumps run down your spine in a good way.

“I…I just wanted to get your attention. You left your discharge ceremony and went straight to practicing for your performance. I just missed you and I wanted you to come home.”, you replied barely above a whisper.

“Baby.”, he mumbled into the skin of your neck as he followed that with a kiss, “I missed you too.”

Jungkook released his grip on your wrists allowing your arms to fall back down to your side.

“I’m sorry Y/N.”, he said rubbing his thumb across your cheek, “I guess I was just so excited to get back to performing again that I got a little too caught up in it. I never should’ve kept you waiting this long especially because I’ve missed you so so much.”

You melted into his body wrapping your arms around him, “And I’m sorry for purposely making you jealous.”

“It’s okay.”, he chuckled, “I kind of deserved it.”

“How about I make it up to you.”, you smirked.

He looked at you curiously with raised eyebrows, “I’m listening.”

You pulled the chair from the desk in your bedroom over to the middle of the room. Grabbing his hand you lead him over too and playfully pushed him to sit down in the same chair.

“Y/N…Wh-whats going on?”, he asked with surprised wide eyes.

“Wellll…while I was at the studio waiting on Hobi, Jimin came in and gave me a few pointers for how I can improve my lap dancing skill.

“Wait a minute!!You and Jimin were da-“, he tried to say in a panic, but you silenced him by straddling his lap, unbuckling his belt, and swallowing his words with a kiss in one single movement.

“Okay thank you Jimin I guess.”, he breathed when you pulled away allowing his hands to grab onto the hem of your shirt.

“Wait Y/N…”, he stopped you, “please tell me you’re not about to give me a lap dance while wearing a shirt with Yoongi Hyungs face on it?”, he whined.

You were so excited to have him with you that you almost forgot.

“No of course not.”, you giggled pulling the fabric off and tossing it across the room revealing the black lace lingerie you had been hiding underneath the whole time.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock, “Fuck…I should’ve been home hours ago.”

You turned around making sure to touch him in all of the right spots in the process, “Yeah…you really should have.”

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PLEASE READ! Hello!! This is my first post ever on here and my first time doing headcanons. I loved the hanks to much to not do anything for them. So here you go! (I’ll learn how to format later) and totally give me requests if you like my writing I’m DOWNNN for some freaky stuff LMAO. Here’s my TikTok where I posted this on there as-well (crackerlover9666)

-Hank 3 convinced the other Hanks to do thirst traps because “they needed the exposure” when they were with Red Bowl, but since they left, only Hank 3 still does them because he enjoys the compliments.

-They have a voting box that they use to determine who will be the leader of the group for that day. (They submit the same votes in every day so it’s Hank 1 for Monday, Hank 5 for Tuesday, Hank 4 for Wednesday, Hank 3 for Thursday, and Hank 2 for Friday every week. They don’t have a leader on the weekends because they don’t want anyone to feel left out or favored)

- When you first met them they would push you too far with their extreme activities and wouldn’t stop until you genuinely got hurt (they of course felt bad) or would call you a lame-o if you didn’t go with them in fear of getting hurt. (Hank 2 understood your caution)

-Hank 1,2,4, and 5 talked to Hank 3 about his flirting and that he needed to tone it down with you because they couldn’t help but get secondhand embarrassment. They all liked you (romantically or platonically) and didn’t want his advances to push you away.

-Sleepovers. They don’t call it hanging out or staying the night they will and always will call it a sleepover. Pillow fights, movies, they somehow always have some delicious gossip, Hank 5 bakes cookies, board games/video games, and pranks. Do not fall asleep first or you will look like a middle schooler's notebook when they’re bored in class.

-They all tan amazingly except Hank 3 who genuinely gets cooked in the sun. He always uses the most sunscreen and will wear slightly longer T-shirts, shorts(basically jorts), and has a hat he wears if the sun is unusually bright out.

-You and Hank 2 would work on his novel together. Basically what you did with Lyric but a lot longer and way more off task. You would be the one who pushes him to work and pay attention. He appreciates it and when he publishes it he does that thing on the first page where it says stuff like “To y/n my reason for doing this” shit like that.

-Hank 1 goes to, and volunteers at a local shelter so he can work on and get the right information for his dog parachutes. Of course, he does more than just work on his dream and really helps out when he’s there, the other workers love it when he shows up. Has grown close with a golden retriever(obviously) and plans on adopting one day when his income is more stable.

-Hank 3 plays the board game “Operation” and thinks that helps him get smarter for when he actually does brain surgery. (Surprisingly when he does take classes to be a licensed professional he gets all high marks. He thinks the only reason that is, is because he played that stupid game, and not all the effort he does like studying, all-nighters, and paying attention in class.)

-You help Hank 4 find his dream because he doesn’t have an idea of what he wants to do in life. After some experimenting, he understands that his passion is extreme sports. He feels upset at first because it’s just what he’s been doing all along, and the other hanks have different dreams other than that. But you and the other hanks reassure him that it’s okay and he just knows what he likes! One day he comes up with the idea of starting a company like Red Bowl that sponsors other extremists like him. He obviously puts the safety and needs of the people he sponsors before anything else.

-You and Hank 5 just do typical dating things. His dream is to be a father which is not happening for a WHILEEEE. So in his free time, he bakes with you. Cute baking dates soon turn into something way more than that. He genuinely gets good at baking and starts making sweet treats for other objects around the house, like Volt and Eddie for their bar. You convince him to take commissions for small things like birthday parties, gender reveals, housewarming parties, etc. After a while, he starts making good money on it and would take bigger commissions like weddings. He will always bake for you since you’ve been with him since day one. (So male wife coded)

They are this image with you when they “aren’t in harmony” (angry at each other/ having different ideas on how they want to spend the day with you, etc..).

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Can we get NSFW Two Time and reader headcanons? He's so freaky, I like him 🙏

Two Time x Reader

An: i know you asked for NSFW headcanons, but uh, I felt generous so I included my general headcanons list- both SFW and NSFW. Enjoy ○>○

SFW and NSFW Two Time Headcanons:

(It's kind of a character rant lowk...)

Cw: Angst, mature themes, (eventual) NSFW content, NOT PROOF READ..

SFW (ish):

So, first things first, dating Two Time is extremely chaotic, and if I'm being perfectly honest, probably not the healthiest.

Two Time has very dangerous tendencies, directed at both you and themself, because they're, y'know, kind of insane

I'm VERY aware that there is more to Two Time's character than just insane twink or whatever, trust me, it's very complicated stuff with multiple layers, and I really don't want to get into allat right now, but my point still stands

A relationship with Two Time WILL come with problems!!!

You're going to have to be in charge of making sure they take care of themself. This includes their: hygiene, mental state, and overall health

I also believe that they're not fully over Azure yet, and might never be, so if you're dating them, you're gonna have to deal with that

(Has probably called you Azure at least once before. 50/50 chance that it was at least somewhat intentional.)

Uh... into some lighter stuff...

Two Time definitely runs cold. I say this with like 99% accuracy

They're probably also deficient in some sort of vitamin

(It's probably iron or smt, please make sure they take their gummy vitamins every day 😓)

Oh, and they also don't know how to cook. I'm pretty sure it's canon that, and I quote:

The voices start talking to them when they pick up the knife.

Or something along those lines.

If they do know how to cook, you should not trust them to.

Oh, and Two Time probably hasn't tried that many foods.

I say this because of that one interaction with Elliot, where they mention not really eating Pizza much.

I know it's not a direct confirmation, but like, it's a bit implied, right?

So yes, take them out to dinner and let them try new foods. They will appreciate it. Wine and dine them.

I am a firm believer that Two Time retained a good amount of the random flora trivia that Azure yapped about back when they were dating, and you now bear the burden of listening to Two Time yap about it in the present day

Sometimes will ramble about these facts while holding you close to them and getting ready to go to bed

Two Time doesn't really have a preference for being the big or little spoon, so long as you're touching them in some way.

But if they end up being the little spoon, please run your fingers through their hair. They can't get enough of it <3

Do they get jealous? Probably. At least every once in a while.

They know you know better than to go off and leave them, and most of the time, when they're jealous, it's mainly them getting irritated at the other party

I mean, they aren't exactly secretive about dating you, and they will not hesitate to drop hints towards the other party or just straight up tell them that you are very much taken.

It doesn't really come from a place of insecurity, I think. Probably more or less just because they are possesive

Uh, random headcanon, but I think Two Time listens to Jack Stauber, Penelope Scott, and maybe even ICP.

Do these bands exist in the forsaken universe? Idk, but if they did, Two Time would fw them

(Source: trust me bro)

NSFW:

They definitely have at least some experience.

Two Time and Azure 100% have, at the very least, dabbled in sexual activities before. (Freaks)

Oh yeah and I HC them as AMAB, BTW.

Eight times out of ten, Two Time is the one with the dominant position

I can't exactly explain why, but I know it has something to do with how little control they had over everything back when they were in the cult

Also because they, as I've already stated, are a FREAK.

Gets up to some of the most diabolical, down-bad, goon-worthy shit. (I'm so sorry.)

On the rare occasion that they are the sub, they are the most whiney, desperate, pathetic sub out there.

They need you to touch them, to fuck them until they can't think straight (or maybe even pass out.)

Like it's BAD bro

They probably cry a little, im not gonna lie

Oh yeah and they WILL mention the Spawn while fucking you

(Yes, the [SPAWN] stays on during sex.)

Two Time probably never shuts up during sex :/

Whether that be them saying random things to turn you on or just them moaning into your ear

If you want them to stop talking, you have to shove your fingers into their mouth or fuck them until their overstimulated.

(Overstimulation only works 40% of the time. The other 60% of the time, they just blabber more, only now it's borderline incoherent or nonsensical.)

I feel like Two Time would probably leave some sort of mark on you

It might be an unintentional scratch mark or a hickey, but you're probably not getting out of that unmarked

If you asked them not to, they'd listen, or at least leave the mark somewhere easy to cover up, like on your chest or inner thigh

Also this guy is HORNY. If you don't fuck them enough, they will probably jerk off to you in the bathroom or closet.

They have probably jerked off to the scent of your clothing, too.

Two Time is up for whatever kinks you are

I think some of their biggest kinks are:

Praise/Degradation

Orgasm Denial

Okay. So

I think Two Time definitely enjoys degrading you and being degraded

Its kind of natural for them

Will not hesitate to call you desperate or a slut while pounding into you

BUT

They absolutely love being praised by you

If you ever praise them, telling them how good they're making you feel or how good they're being

Uhg, they will just melt on the spot

Eats that UP

Oh yeah and they like denying your orgasm because of course they do

They like how needy you get

I feel like if they were to ever partake in exhibitionism, it would only be partial

Like somewhere Semi-public. (Ex, open windows, closets, you know the drill.)

I honestly can't see them fully going for it in public.