#soulmate sundays | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

Note

Oh I'm a sucker for soulmate aus! Can we please get a down on her luck reader meeting soulmate Steve, who's still struggling to adjust to the new time? They could make each other's life better

He noticed you before you noticed him, the shadow that he cast was impressive and strong. It was a larger casted figure than you had seen before and even through the wave of tears that was obstructing your view, you knew he was beautiful. It was the sting of tears and the sting of your throat after screaming at your ex for an hour, that you asked him to repeat himself.

“Are you okay?” He was wearing clothes that weren’t entirely unfit for the modern age though you couldn’t blame him, and you knew who he was from a single glance. Captain America, the hero who was under ice for 70 years, was checking on you as you sobbed outside of your apartment building.

“I can’t get in,” you whispered, you voice shaking while directing his attention to your set of keys stuck in the lock, “I tried and-“

“You’re the new neighbour?” His voice was soft, his hands resting on his hips. “I’m Steve.”

“Y/N.” You wiped your tears, meaning to stand when his hand shout out in front of you to help lift you to your feet. “I just…i had to pack up my entire life and move across the city while my ex-boyfriend…”

You trailed off and chewed the inside of your cheek, sighing wistfully. Your key was still stuck, your ex-boyfriend was still an ass and you were crying on the cement in front of on aged hero. Down on your luck had turned to a hell of a week within a moment.

“Let me help you,” Steve bristled past you, warmth and a flash of gold passing between the two of you when your eyes met and lingered on each other, “I guess…”

“Yeah.” You swallowed thickly, recognizing well enough what that specific warmth and the flash of colour had meant for the two of you, in a world full of soulmates you and Steve had found each other. “I uhh…thanks for the key-“

“Do you want to get…coffee? Or hot chocolate?” He blushed, warmth rising to his cheeks. “After I get the key? Or tea? I could make tea, to welcome you-“

“I would really like that, thank you.”

#steve rogers x reader imagines #Steve rogers x reader #Steve rogers x reader fluff #soulmate Sunday #soulmate Sundays

84 notes · View notes

wardenparker · 9 months

Note

Hello! I’ve been around for your two most recent soulmate stories, and have read through all the rest now (absolutely fantastic!) but I was wondering - which came first and where did the idea originally come from? Also, do you have a favorite child story? (It’s okay we won’t tell the others)

The idea originally came from someplace fairly mundane. I had read a few soulmate aus and took the idea to @absurdthirst to see what she thought of writing one - it's as simple as that!

For anyone who wants to read them in order that they were written, here's the list: The Alewife (Frankie Morales, Triple Frontier) Wish You Were Here (Marcus Moreno, We Can Be Heroes) Killer Writing (Dave York, Equalizer 2) You're So Vain (Dieter Bravo, The Bubble) Sassenach and the Spaniard (Pero Tovar, The Great Wall) Down the Rabbit Hole (Jack Daniels, Kingsman: Golden Circle) The Viper's Bride (Oberyn Martell, Game of Thrones, In Progress!

I don't have a specific favourite because there are aspects of every story that I absolutely adore. Which one I'm rereading at any given moment totally depends on my mood 💖

#Soulmate Sundays #ALL the fic links!

16 notes · View notes

bobowbeau · 1 month

Text

“I’ve never known myself as well as I know myself when I’m with him."

133 notes · View notes

getmehighonmagic · 17 days

Text

Sentences Sunday, April 7th 2024

Hi, I'm back from the dead. Missed me? Lol. I'm so sorry I've been slacking, I haven't been in a great space, mentally, but I'm gonna try to tag along again!

Thanks for the tags @duchessdepolignaca03 @wordsofhoneydew @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @itsmaybitheway ♥

From take me back to San Francisco, coming soon:

Sitting on top of the hill at one end of the Golden Gate Bridge, the sun going down over the horizon and stars slowly appearing above them, Henry doesn’t think he’s ever been happier, nor will he ever be again. The ice cream sandwiches Alex had picked up - a big scoop of madagascar bourbon vanilla bean flavoured ice cream between two thick sea salt chocolate chip cookies - are soft and sweet, and when Henry takes a bite, it practically melts on his tongue. “Bloody hell,” he moans, savouring the taste. “Hmm,” Alex agrees with a nod, a scrunch of pure delight between his brows. He licks the fingers of his right hand clean and reaches into his backpack, pulling out a bottle of champagne and two plastic flutes. “Better make it worth your time.” He grins and puts his ice cream sandwich down in the container it came in to open the bottle and pour them both a glass. “Alex,” Henry whispers, his chest expanding, “you’re worth it, regardless.” The words mean so much, more than he dares to express, and Alex seems to feel it too, because his eyes tear up behind his glasses when he says, “So are you, baby.”

No pressure tagging @magicandarchery @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @sparklepocalypse @kiwiana-writes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @affectionatelyrs @indomitable-love @heysweetheart-writes @firenati0n @anchoredarchangel @clottedcreamfudge @anincompletelist @cricketnationrise @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @lostcol @matherines @captainjunglegym @thinkof-england @inexplicablymine @three-drink-amy @priincebutt @nocoastposts @littlemisskittentoes @cha-melodius @i-am-freyja @saturntheday @ships-to-sail @bitbybitwrites @cactusdragon517 @ninzied @porcelainmortal ♥

58 notes · View notes

sznofthesticks · 1 month

Text

seven sentence sunday

thanks for the tag @heartstringsduet!

my brain hasn't been very keen to writing anything new the past week so have a snippet of soulmates aren't just lovers, aka carlos and nancy friendship fic, my latest published work i posted a few days ago!

It was finally starting to cool off in Texas and not be so scorching every day. Nancy could finally wear a hoodie without sweating on her hike to her classes. It was midterms week and Carlos was coming over to study for their chemistry midterm. She could feel herself on the verge of a mental breakdown. She had left the door unlocked so Carlos could let himself in. Being the polite man he was, he still knocked and waited for permission before coming into the room. “Come in,” Nancy groaned, leaning her head on the desk. “Nance, you look grim. It’ll be okay.” “No, it won’t. I hate my classes. I suck at them, I’m on the verge of failing anatomy and physiology and you’re the only reason I have a B in chem. I don’t want to do this anymore.” Carlos crouched down next to her. “What’s all this about?” Nancy could feel the tears falling.

tags under the cut for anyone who’d like to share:

no pressure tagging: @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @zitasempri @nancygillianmvp @safeaswrites @ladytessa74 @honeybee-taskforce @bonheur-cafe @welcometololaland @literateowl @actualalligator @alrightbuckaroo @whatsintheboxmh @herefortarlos @my-little-tilly @fallout-mars @lemonlyman-dotcom @reyesstrand @carlos-tk @jeysbvck @reyestrandd @sugdenlovesdingle @firstprince-history-huh @your-catfish-friend @vineofroses @carlos-in-glasses @thisbuildinghasfeelings @inkweedandlizards @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @paperstorm @lightningboltreader @sanjuwrites @kiwichaeng and open tag <3

#soulmates aren't just lovers #carlos reyes #nancy gillian #911 lone star #911ls fic #my writing #seven sentence sunday

47 notes · View notes

pink-heart-writes · 3 days

Text

sunday mornings always taunt me

they remind me of the life i wanted

and how i am still not an inch close to it

they scream in horror with how i've lived

so far, nothing has gone to plan at all

i am still stuck at mom's

and every day it gets darker

i see myself in the mirror

and the girl i used to know is nonexistent

at this point i am not expecting much

other than just to breathe and hope it wasn't all

for nothing

all this hurt sunday mornings bring has to mean

something

maybe i am not there yet for a reason

maybe i am supposed to stay still for a season

that girl in the mirror

will soon love sunday mornings

but for now

she will sit this one out

and hope for the next one

to be better, somehow

- nick <3

47 notes · View notes

nocoastposts · 2 months

Text

Happy Sunday! Thank you to @wordsofhoneydew for the tag.

My Hanahaki inspired AU finally has a name! This fic is set in a world where soulmates leave flower shaped marks on each other’s bodies during moments of passion (biting, scratching, etc.).

Please enjoy six some sentences from you flower, you feast

Henry’s heart stutters momentarily but he doesn’t try to interrupt again. Alex smiles gently and starts trailing hot, firm kisses across Henry’s lower stomach. Each press of his lips aligns with the small carnations littering his pale skin. Alex punctuates each kiss with an affirmation.

“You are allowed.”

“You are gorgeous.”

(Henry thinks his heartbeat stops altogether, and he wonders how he’s still standing.)

“You are lovely.”

“You are worthy,” Alex whispers before nipping at an unblemished expanse of skin. He blows a stream of cool air onto the rapidly forming flower blossoms.

“You are everything.”

No-pressure tagging @anincompletelist @meraki-yao @songliili @littlemisskittentoes @sparklepocalypse @kiwiana-writes @affectionatelyrs @inexplicablymine @happiness-of-the-pursuit @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @heybuddy-drabbles @getmehighonmagic @theprinceandagcd and an open tag for anyone who’d like to share their WIPs!

#six sentences sunday #six sentence sunday #seven sentence sunday #fic wip #nocoastposts fic #nocoastposts WIP #hanahaki #soulmates #soulmates au #fic: you flower you feast

32 notes · View notes

wordsofhoneydew · 4 months

Text

happy sunday <3

i’ve been so terrible at checking my socials lately, but i have come here to serve more of my soulmates AU !!

thank you to @nocoastposts @littlemisskittentoes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for the tags <3

a little dream snippet from “your body comes back to me in dreams”

Fire. That's all Henry felt as his body was flush against the other’s. Their naked chests rubbing up against each other feverishly and slicked in sweat. It felt so real, the burn, the unbridled passion that emerged between their bodies. The exchange of their energies to each other.

There were no words shared between them—there didn’t need to be. Henry looked into his brown eyes, relishing in the attention of them. Those eyes that he has seen in his dreams so many times before they’ve become almost as familiar as his own. That’s what they felt like in a way. His own.

Henry threw his head back as he felt the other man lick down his neck and over his pulse point, while his hands were firmly wrapped around both of them, pumping their lengths furiously. The movement of his hands and the thrusts of Henry’s hips both sloppy and inexorable.

open tag to anyone who sees this and @anincompletelist @bigassbowlingballhead @happiness-of-the-pursuit @dragonflylady77 @sparklepocalypse @kiwiana-writes @bitbybitwrites @read-and-write- @inexplicablymine @magicandarchery @firenati0n @daisymae-12 @affectionatelyrs @indomitable-love @suseagull04 @indestructibleheart @matherines

#this is way more than six sentences but IDC HA #soulmates au #wordsofhoneydew writes #fic: your body comes back to me in dreams #six sentences sunday #red white and royal blue #rwrb #alex claremont diaz #prince henry rwrb #rwrb movie #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex x henry #rwrb alex #firstprince #rwrbsource

43 notes · View notes

onlygenxhere · 2 months

Text

Go the Fuck to Sleep

Julie was just drifting off to sleep when the voice directly behind her said, "What time is our session in the studio tomorrow?"

"Seven baby." She whispered.

"Ok," Reggie squeezed her around the waist and snuggled back into her neck.

It was quiet for all of thirty seconds.

"We need to put pickles on the grocery list."

Julie giggled as Luke groaned from the other side of Reggie. "Babe I love you but please go the fuck to sleep."

"Sorry, Sorry," She felt Reggie lean back and smooch Luke loudly before he settled behind her again.

She was almost asleep when Reggie's quiet voice pulled her back from the brink again.

"It's just that..."

"Reggie…" Luke whined.

Julie sighed and turned around in Reggie's arms looking for his eyes in the dim light from the moon shining through the curtains. She could just make his features out, blinking at her owlishly and biting his bottom lip.

"Did we not tire you out enough mi corazon?" She placed one hand on his chest as she stroked his cheek with the other.

She watched him closely as he lowered his eyes and his blush warmed the palm of her hand.

"No..." He started to shake his head then stopped and sputtered. "I mean yes." He nodded and giggled. "You both..." He sighed as Luke chuckle behind him. "I'm good."

"Then what's wrong Reg?" Luke mumbled softly against the back of Reggie's neck.

"It's just…” He sighed.

“I love the weight of Luke against my back and his breath on my neck as he falls asleep,” he said pressing back against their boyfriend.

“And you…” He pulled her tighter against his chest. “You’re like the best stuffy ever.”

She giggled in his arms as Reggie flexed the hands spanning her back. “You’re soft in all the right places and you smell so good.”

“I just love being between you both so much I don't wanna sleep through it."

“Oh baby...” She cooed as both she and Luke hugged Reggie between them.

Just because they were in the same band and lived in the same house didn't mean they always had the same schedule. More often than not lately they'd been going to bed at different hours or crashing in the home studio wherever they managed to fall.

Tonight had been the first time in over a week they'd been together.

As they all relaxed their group hug Julie leaned back enough to give Reggie a soft kiss on the lips. "I promise we'll try to go to bed together more often.”

She leaned up to look at Luke who winked at her and nodded reading her mind like he often did. “You can even have middle dibs if you want for the rest of the month if you promise to, as our boyfriend so delicately put it, go the fuck to sleep.”

All three of them shook with giggles again.

"Really?" Reggie breathed out. “Every night? All month?”

"Yeah,” She grinned as he smiled at her excitedly. “I don't always like the middle because you two end up on top of me and… I love you both but you're heavy."

The guys laughed.

"And I like being in the middle for snuggles but I get so hot with both of you around me all night," Luke said around a yawn.

“Then it’s settled.” Julie reached over and stroked Luke’s arm. He reached over Reggie and pulled her leg up over Reggie’s hip leaving his hand on her thigh.

“Yep, settled,” Luke mumbled. “No more talking… sleeping now.”

Julie gave Reggie’s jaw a kiss as she tucked her head under his chin and settled her nose against his neck breathing him in immediately feeling drowsy again.

She felt him press his lips gently against the top of her head as she finally drifted off to the quiet sounds of both of her loves following her into dreamland.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #peterpatterlina #rukebox #soulmate sunday #i love this prompt

24 notes · View notes

imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

Note

sending in Saturday night but for soulmate Sunday….Lloyd and his soulmate, can we get a longer Drabble pretty pleaseee 🤍🤍🤍❤️❤️❤️🤭🤭🤭

You noticed his presence the moment he had crossed the threshold, the appearance of a man you had known well while you lived at home. His appearance should have stirred a feeling of homeliness and comfort for you however his sudden appearance had stirred wonder and caution.

Seeing the tall and rakish man as he walked toward you had set off a few warning bells in the back of your mind. The high pitched siren going off in your mind was instilling and stirring your desire to run, not walk, away from the news he would deliver to you.

“Miss,” he had stood behind you, his hands folded behind his back while his steely grey eyes, marred by the appearance of crows lines and few wrinkles had bared a heavy weight.

“Val,” you sighed and dropped your hands to the wooden cracked top and shifted toward him, staring your father’s close friend down, “its been a while. Things okay?”

“I wish I could tell you different.” Your father’s friend, and your respective and non-familial uncle had taken the spot next to you and set his hands on the top much like you had, fingers digging into the grooves of the wooden cracks as the weight of his unspoken presence had settled between you two.

“He’s dead, isn’t he?” You spoke of your father with adoration and forlorn longing, missing the man who was your whole world. “My father…he promised when I went to university that I wouldn’t have to hear about this…side of things.”

“Your father was a good man,” there was apparent and intense compassion and respect from Val, the years working for your father had resulted in deep loyalty, “he did bad things but he was a good man and he built himself a safety net for you.”

“How’s the wicked bitch of the west?” Your love was not extended to your mother, there was nothing but disgust and disdain for the woman who had birthed you but certainly hadn’t been a mother figure.

“She needs you to come home to bury your dad-“

“-she’d rather kick him into the ocean than bury him properly. She wants me home so the will can be read.” You sighed and traced your fingertips along the cracks in the wood, not caring for the possibility of getting slivers or the hurricane of your mother who was biting at the bit to get money that belonged to her.

“You should see your dad again.” Val rest his large hand on your shoulder and squeezed like a comforting uncle would have, only this man also had a ledger of red that ran longer than your mothers credit card bill.

“I love my dad, I’m going to miss him.” There was a sharp prick of pain, anguish and loss that was going to hit you soon.

After the initial shock of seeing Val after the three years since you’d been gone, you knew it would hit and it would hit hard. You would go home and mourn him, you would bury your father and give your mother what she wanted via the reading of the will, and then you would leave again.

You could come back to school, to your city and you would never deal with it again.

“Did she move her paramour into the house yet?” Your bile, your spite for your mother was unrelenting. “The man she was screwing behind my dad’s back?”

“Y/N,” Val had denied your statement and changed the subject to one that was just as unkempt, “your dad, he wasn’t always perfect-“

“Are there more buried secrets I don’t know about?”

“Your dad had your soulmate mark removed, because he recognized who your soulmate was.” Val didn’t give you time to process this in any matter, choosing to give you all the information first.

“He knew who your soulmate was and its…your dad has a lot of friends who are nefarious, like your dad could be…and he did what he had to to keep you safe.”

“He’s found me, hasn’t he?” You questioned, stirring ire. “My soulmate I’ve never met?”

“Lloyd Hansen,” Val spoke with caution, “I know you’ve heard the name. He’s also waiting for you.”

#soulmate Sunday #soulmate sundays #Lloyd Hansen & pumpkin #the start of their story

107 notes · View notes

wardenparker · 2 months

Note

Everything you have written is absolutely delicious!!! And Hummingbird Has Landed is quickly becoming one of my all time favourite fics 😍😍😍😍

The way Marcus kept it together after the reveal from June??? I think I would've fainted or something!!! I also really wonder if Sam is going to retaliate in some way once he is broken up with 👀 though I really hope not. Just want Marcus to be happy with his soulmate 🥺

Happiness is what most people strive for, after all. But who knows what may happen next? We're just getting going!

#Hummingbird Has Landed #Marcus Pike #Soulmate Sundays

5 notes · View notes

pepsi-maxwell · 2 months

Text

sunday snippet!

tagged by @grand-magnificent , tagging @realworldchamp , @sequentialprophet , @joestrummen , any writer mutuals i've forgotten!

cmjf soulmate au, under a cut for length and angst

-----

Everything Punk says feels like a special kind of targeted cruelty.

Having a soulmate shouldn't feel like—like this. Painful, agonising, every word out of his mouth forming another fucking wound inside him, and Punk's just holding the scalpel and laughing—

“—the most important day of your life, but to me, it was Friday.”

Oh.

Max hasn't felt much in the way of heartbreak before. Been too busy breaking hearts, let's be honest.

If he had to imagine it, though... he thinks it might feel a little bit like this. Like his heart is genuinely being torn in two.

He wonders if it's possible for soulmates to reject the bond; if this is what Punk's trying to do, because the idea of being connected to Max is apparently so fucking disgusting to him, but the worst part is, he's looked. He's looked it up, to see if he can undo it, to see if he can break it, just so he can be done with Punk, but nobody's done it before, nobody even knows if it's possible.

He feels like if anyone could break a soulmate bond, Punk could. Punk could do anything.

There was a time when that thought was a comfort to him.

There's so much he wants to say; so much he could say. He could expose his wrist, show the whole fucking world exactly what Punk means to him, what Punk's words mean to him, make it really fucking public exactly what they are to each other, but—

Who would care?

Who would give a shit about him when his own soulmate doesn't? When his own soulmate has spent the last three months coming out and telling him over and over and over exactly how much of a disappointment he is, exactly how little he means to him.

Max eyes him up as he holds up the collar and chain, talking some kind of shit about wanting to be tethered to someone so bad, and it takes everything Max has not to do something stupid, launch himself into the ring, which is no doubt exactly what Punk wants, for Max to lose his cool, prove himself every bit the petulant child Punk sees him as.

But apparently he also wants to tie them together physically, while he carries on denying the less tangible thing tying them together.

You don't get it both ways, he wants to say. You don't get to keep chasing me, keep demanding a rematch, refusing to let me go until you explain why you called me a disappointment—

But the words don't come. They sit in the back of his throat like a brick, but full of sharp edges.

He's not going to cry. Not here. Not for him.

He turns around.

He walks away in silence.

#sunday six #cmjf #godiva writes #cmjf soulmate au

24 notes · View notes

verfound · 17 days

Text

Six Sentence Sunday: 04.07.24

“Wrong,” [Luka] said, his grip tightening on her wrist. She glanced back at him, her own lips pursing, and he sighed as he made a conscious effort to chill the fuck out. “Marinette. This is not you tripping and falling. This is what happens when you don’t know how to throw a punch.”

“…I know how to throw a punch,” she huffed, looking away again. He went to correct her — because clearly she did not — when she glanced back at him with a small smile. “Enough to break [redacted]’s nose, at least.”

...the LBSCers know, because I've been so excited about this fic & have just been chucking stuff at them. I should stop sharing. This isn't until ch8-9. I think there's some crucial stuff I haven't posted on here that if you're not in the loop probably has you going "What the hell, Ver?"

Character death. It's character death.

Ah well. Anyway I'm working on ch8-9/15ish and have I mentioned how excited I am for this fic?

(It's not the Epic. It wasn't supposed to be anything - 5k in a oneshot tops. It has thoroughly run away from me. Also, before anyone asks, [redacted] isn't Lila. 😝)

#six sentence sunday #miraculous laybug #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #wip fic #all these signs #soulmate au #😇

19 notes · View notes

hitlikehammers · 4 months

Text

six sentence Sunday ✨

rules: in a separate post, write the last six sentences you wrote on a wip. if you haven’t written lately, write six sentences for this challenge.

I was tagged by @hbyrde36 and have been working to rewrite all my lost fic that Google vanished without explanation, so, that's what we've got for the day!

Snippet from Made of Light, the freewill!Soulmates Steddie AU

Steve’s never done this—had done other stuff here and there, sure, and maybe he’s wondered idly once or twice whether he’d have been taking people to bed left and right without the promise of his Soulmate consuming him always—but yeah, like, definitely not this with another guy but he basically figures he knows his own dick intimately, and he’d jerked off more than once with those sweet words formed purely of breath and presence and bloodbeat pressing him toward consistently the best orgasms of his goddamn life, so he thinks he can at least manage. Won’t fuck it up too bad.

He doesn’t expect…this.

“No, no, please,” Eddie’s hands don’t freeze, Eddie doesn’t freeze up and his heart doesn’t trip one bit, no change in the rolling bass of his pulse so Steve makes himself pause, meet Eddie’s eyes: black blown out from the center and stretched to the rim, depthless; like the night sky but more vast somehow, cosmic but expansive in ways that outstrip the whole universe. Steve wants to fall into it; Steve wants to choke and drown inside it.

Eddie is staring back like Steve is a marvel, a revelation on the level of the divine which is insanity; Eddie’s watching him back without blinking, rapt with lips parted like he wants to devour; to be devoured in turn: Jesus fucking Christ.

Six no-pressure-at-all-tags for the six sentences: @wynnyfryd @farahsamboolents @pearynice @penny00dreadful @reignofdreams @hairstevington

#six sentence sunday #steddie #steddie fanfic #steddie soulmate au #steve harrington/eddie munson

16 notes · View notes

adiduck · 5 months

Text

Snippet Sunday

Soulmate AU 2 today! One day I am going to write a fic in which I am nice to Iceman Kazansky. This is not that day.

Cancer CW!

-

“Ice,” Carole says. Ice does not open his eyes. “Why does your mom think Mav’s home?”

Ice doesn’t bother to open his eyes. “She knows I’m still here, and probably assumed,” he says.

“Hm.”

There’s the sound of Carole’s socked feet crossing the room, and then the feel of the couch dipping as she sits down. Ice doesn’t say anything.

“Ice,” Carole says. “Does your mother know you’re sick?”

There it is. “No,” Ice says.

“You didn’t tell your mother you have cancer?” Carole asks. She sounds genuinely incredulous.

“No,” Ice repeats. “I talk to my mother maybe twice a year. It hasn’t come up.”

“Iceman Kazansky, does anyone in your family know what’s going on here?”

Ice opens his eyes and turns to look at her.

Carole is staring back, mouth twisted up, eyes full of concern. Slowly, she nods. “Do you want me to tell them, honey?”

Ice sighs, and sets his plate aside. “No,” he says. “I’ll tell them when I hit the three month free mark, I guess. When I know what’s going to be happening next.” Carole is frowning at him. Ice wonders if she’s realizing she doesn’t really know much about Ice’s family. “Look,” he says, suddenly feeling the need to defend himself. “I just--I can’t deal with them right now.” He clears his throat. “They’re not really involved in what’s going on with me, and I don’t need to deal with them feeling obligated to check in more on top of everything else--”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, honey,” Carole interrupts. “Just--you don’t think your mother would want to know?”

Ice can feel something stinging in the back of his eyes. On the other end of the bond, Mav’s noticed that Ice’s tension’s spiking, that he’s upset--he’s turned his attention towards him. God damn it. Ice sends back a very firm nothing to worry about and blinks his eyes until they stop blurring.

“I think maybe my sisters’ll be worried,” he admits. “And not really know how to handle it. And Mom’s busy--with Dad gone, she’s got a lot going on. I’ll tell them when things calm down.”

Carole takes a deep breath--

--and then lunges, pulling him into a tight, tight hug. “Whatever you want, honey,” she says. “It’s your choice. But you know you’ve got us, right?”

Ice hugs her back. His eyes are stinging again. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I know.”

#six sentence sunday #soulmate au 2 #wip snippet #adi is a writer

16 notes · View notes

nevenaobradovic · 9 months

Text

Nedeljom - poljupci u čelo, jake kafe i razgovori svemirskih razmera.

[ljubav je toliko jednostavna, zašto je komplikovati?]

#ljubav #ljubaav #ljubavni citati #ljubavni statusi #in love #soulmate #love #lovely #love exists #writer things #sunday #writing #female writers #my art #artists on tumblr

33 notes · View notes