#invisible string timeline

[sincerelyjxyy]

Invisible String Timeline

Timeline for my OBX Fanfic

(During The Series will be updated as published.)

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Before The Series *THIS SECTION CONTAINS SPOLERS!*

January 6th, 1981 – Petunia Shoupe is born

March 7, 1981 – Peter Grey is born

April 1999 – Petunia finds out she is pregnant.

August 1999 – Petunia Shoupe starts at Yale, Peter Grey plans to be a stay at home dad; they are funded by Petunia's parents.

October 23, 1999 – Twins Daisy and Lily Grey are born. Under the stress of parenthood and how incompatible he and Petunia are- Peter begins doing drugs.

November 8th, 2001 – Rafe Cameron is born.

2002 – Cleo is born.

January 16th, 2003 – Pope Heyward is born.

March 15th, 2003 – Josephine Margaret Grey is born in New Haven, Connecticut.

April 12th, 2003 – John B. Routledge is born.

April 17th, 2003 - JJ Maybank is born

May 15th, 2003 – Kiara Carrera is born.

May 21-June 20th, 2003 – Sarah Cameron is born

May 2006 – Petunia Grey graduates law school. The couple and their children move to Asheville, North Carolina.

February 9, 2007 – Naomi Grey is born.

October 10th, 2011 – Petunia and Peter Grey move back to Kildare island since starting their family. They are in the process of getting a divorce. Rafe Cameron sees Josephine for the first time.

"Maybank could be in love with you for the rest of his life. But I'll always have him beat by 26 hours."

October 11th, 2011 – Eight year old Josie attends her first day of school after moving to Kildare Island. She meets JJ Maybank, and they become best friends.

October 25th, 2011 – JJ invites John B to play pirates with him and Jose. They become a trio that does everything together.

Dec 12, 2011 – John B introduces Pope to the trio, and they become a quartet.

April 17th, 2012 – JJ punches Adam Sutherland for making fun of Josie's popsicle pirate ship.

May 2nd, 2012 – Josie meets Kiara Carrera after their dads meet, and they immediately become friends.

August 10th, 2012 – Josie introduces Kiara to the boys, and they become the official Pogues.

August 6th, 2013 – Josie's parents officially split up.

June 18th, 2014 – Josie plays seven-minutes-in-heaven at Sarah Cameron's house, but is embarrassed after a boy refuses to kiss her. She leaves the gathering and finds Sarah's brother, who offers to be her first kiss. She has her first kiss with Rafe.

August 9th, 2015 – Josie's parents' divorce is finalized. Her dad disappears.

September 2015 – Josie starts her period at school. She gives JJ her allowance, and he rides a bike all the way to town and back to get her supplies.

October 2015 – Josie is transferred by her mother to the Kook Academy.

November 10th, 2015 – One of Josie's older sisters, Daisy, gets pregnant at 16. Her mother kicks her out, and Josie doesn't see her again until 2020.

December 17th, 2015 – Josie's mom starts dating one of her former clients, Cory Schmidt.

August 2017 – The Pogues start high school.

August 2018 - (Instead of kook year being freshman year, I've changed it to Sophomore year.) Kie's kook year begins

October 2019 - Big John goes missing.

October 2019 - (Because Sarah's birthday is in the summer, I've changed the party she doesn't invite the girls to to be a Halloween Party.)

November 2019 - Kie and Jose reunite with the pogues. She forges documents to transfer her to Kildare High School. She does not tell her mother.

March 16th, 2020 – Max moves to Kildare, befriends Topper and Kelce, and immediately shows interest in Josie.

April 8th, 2020 – Max and Josie start dating.

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During The Series *Updated as Published*

1x01 - Pilot

June 14th, 2020 – The Pogues spend the day hanging out at housing developments on Figure 8. They run from the security guard. Josie sees her father in town and spends the following 24 hours in her room.

June 15th, 2020 – Josie and JJ are detained for trespassing, but let go with a warning.

June 16th, 2020 – Josie and Max get into an argument at a lunch date. Josie has a beach date with Pope and Kiara.

June 17th, 2020 – Josie and John B surf the swell of hurricane Agatha. John B sees Scooter's Grady-White out on the waters.

#outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #invisible string #jj maybank #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank x oc #josie grey #timeline #invisible string timeline #jj maybank fic #john b routledge #kiara carrera #pope heyward #sarah cameron #rafe cameron #jj obx #jj obx fic #obx #obx fic #josephine grey

[sophietv]

Kaylor Timeline BEFORE VSFS 2013

It's a thread I did on my Twitter that I'll transfer here.

Once again, I used amazing Tumblr posts to do it. So I'll credit them as we go (If I need to do something else tell me, I'm new to the Tumblr etiquette).

So the official story is that Taylor and Karlie crossed path a couple of times without interacting and met for the first time at the Victoria Secret Fashion Show in 2013 🤔

Well they met A LOT of times and interacted before actually 😅

Let's see the Timeline before that VSFS in 2013!

***I'll edit this post as I find new interactions (because I feel like I'll find a lot of them) I'll add this 🆕 beside new additions and dates when it was added at the end of the post.

First meeting!

So what motivated my thread in the first place is this Interview Taylor did in 2014 with Andrew Bevan of Teen Vogue.

Here's the YouTube Link (X)

But here's the most important part of that interview:

He is saying that he introduced Karlie and Emma Stone to Taylor!!

Ok we know that Taylor met Emma at the 2008 Young Hollywood Award.

I don't think though that he is talking about that event. Because he says that he congratulated her for her cover.

Taylor did two covers with Teen Vogue, one in 2009 and one in 2011.

Following the Timeline and everything it's most likely the March 2009 one:

EDIT:

Thanks to this Anon! (X)

A magazine cover is planned 2-8 months in advance, up to a year for major celebrities.

The Young Hollywood Award was on late April 2008 and the cover was for March 2009 so it make sense.

So it's most likely that Taylor met karlie for the first time at the same event she met Emma for the first time.

🆕 Really cute fact.

On the Cover of that magazine, Taylor wears a dress from the Calvin Klein Spring 2009 show. (X)

Guess who walked that runway??

Karlie! (X)

I exceeded the limit of picture so click on the (X) to see the posts.

Tommy Hilfiger spring 2010 collection:

Septembre 16th 2009 Taylor attends the Tommy Hilfiger Spring Show during New York Fashion Week. (X)

Karlie was there too! (X)

In this post, you can see videos of Taylor watching Karlie on the runway: (X)

Here's the YouTube video : (X)

🆕Met Gala 2010:

They were both at the Met Gala in 2010

🆕In Milan together

Although they were not at the same Fashion Show (that we know) Taylor and Karlie were in Milan at the same time during the Fashion Week.

Another interesting facts. This could explain the "1958" reference of Timeless:

Thanks to Izg on Twitter for giving me this!!

Roberto Cavalli 40th Anniversary Party:

Septembre 30th 2010

Taylor and Karlie attends the Roberto Cavalli 40th Anniversary party in Paris.

Met Gala 2011:

May 2nd 2011

Karlie and Taylor both attend the Met Gala:

This is also the first time that we have confirmation of an interaction between them:

Thanks to that amazing post! (X)

Karlie said in Teen Vogue that they joked about having a baking date.

Rodarte Spring 2012 fashion show:

Septembre 13th 2011

Taylor attend Rodarte Spring 2012 fashion show where Karlie walks.

Here's a link to the video (X)

Vogue Febuary 2012:

January 17th 2012

Taylor mentions Karlie in her Vogue interview: "I love Karlie Kloss! I Want to bake cookies with her!"

And this quote, made history.

Karlie answers the same day:

Vogue Fashion's Night Out:

August 2012

Thanks to this post (X)

Taylor and Karlie star in the same commercial about Vogue Fashion Night Out:

Thanks to @hairpinraindrop for the video

Karlie and Taylor were present at the event too on Septembre 6th 2012

Paris 2012:

Septembre 30th 2012

Karlie walks the runway for Jean-Paul Gauthier in Paris:

Taylor is in Paris at the same time to film the Begin Again MV:

Funny Koincidence(?), I went back and watch that MV again, and look at the opening scene!

The Love Lock Bridge!!!

Elie Saab Spring Summer 2013 show:

Octobre 3rd 2012

Taylor is still in Paris and attends The Paris Fashion Week (X) at a fashion show where I'm pretty sure Karlie walked (I'm still searching for photos/videos).

But we know that Karlie was at the Paris Fashion Week too! (Thanks Astra!)

Here's a video:

🆕Met Gala 2013

They were also both at the Met Gala in 2013. Wich was in May.

So there you have it! All of Kaylor interaction BEFORE the 2013 VSFS!

This explains the timing of it all.

Because they allegedly met at the 2013 Victoria Secret Fashion Show in Novembre.

But as we know, Taylor moved to New York because Karlie asked her:

Timestamp 1:23

And people believe that she moved there after their Big Sur trip in March 2014.

Actually. Back in January 2014, Taylor was already looking to buy an appartment near Karlie's:

And she actually bought her Tribeca oenthouse in February.

Thanks to Bigsurlor for this!!

So they definitly knew each other before 2013!

Edit August 19 2023: Met Gala 2010, Milan trip together and Met Gala 2013 and the appartment hunting

Edit August 27th 2023: the Calvin Klein Spring 2009 dress section

#gaylor #kaylor #lsk #lgbetty #karlie kloss #taylor swift #timeline #mastermind #invisible string #your past and mine are parallel lines #Youtube

[thosewildcharms]

not to over-indulge in my own tags and this extremely hyperspecific au but walk with me for a minute. it's this scene from the series finale of LOST except make it rick and michonne. and instead of it being them reuniting in the afterlife it's them reuniting after the poof! no apocalypse timeline reset and they're getting flashbacks of the original zombie apocalypse timeline. do you see my vision.

#richonne #the IDEA is they both wake up and the apocalypse did not happen (like rick wakes up from his coma but the world did not end) #but they both feel panicked because something is not right. there is a sense of loss and grief they cannot explain #they look at carl and andre respectively and burst into tears and are hyper vigilant around them and don't know why #their partners go to touch them and they flinch and they DON'T KNOW WHY #meanwhile little things give them deja vu that they don't understand #and then because Invisible String of Fate they somehow cross paths and lock eyes and it's The Fence multiplied by like a million #and then idk if the flashbacks come all at once or a little over time but either way they Recognize each other #and it torpedoes both of their lives #idk what happens after that but DO YOU SEE THE VISION #oh and there are RULES such as #the stronger your connection with someone the more easily you ~remember them when you meet again #and also the longer you lived through the original timeline the stronger your memories are #so for example since richonne would obviously had been alive at the time of the reset #they'd have crystal clear vision of their memories once they regained them #but people who died quickly would have either a vague memory or no memory of the original timeline #this is so you could have the DELICIOUS dichotomy of rick and michonne remembering EVERYTHING while lori and mike remember basically nothin #AGAIN DO YOU SEE MY VISION

[dayurno]

Do you think that there's any way of kevin ending up with the trojans after leaving the nest

YEAH FOR SURE..!!! perhaps it wouldve been like that if kevins reason for leaving the nest wasn't so dramatic/he didnt know about wymack being his father at all. i think because kevin admires jeremy so much hed struggle a lot with coming to him while unable to play exy at all, because he doesnt want jeremy to see him as incapable...... im not sure if they were close enough for that to be an option, but i like to think of a world where kevin did go to the trojans first!!!!!! after all they were there as well when kevin decided to leave since it was around the time for the winter banquet and the ravens were hosting. ultimately i think a culmination of things kept kevin from ever joining the trojans post-nest, a good chunk of it being shame and the realization that he probably would never play again

now though!!!!! kevin doesnt *need* to be the person who reaches out. in an alternate timeline, i can very well see jeremy looking for him during the banquet and finding kevin hurt. in that state i really think jeremy wouldnt have let kevin go back to the nest at all, and wouldve taken him to california whether the rest of his team liked or not. i actually think thatd make a very interesting au wouldnt it....

#asks #kevin #i think about this like every 2 weeks i really do #i want kevin to go to usc so bad but im also heartbroken by all that wouldn't have happened if he didnt end up in palmetto #kevineils invisible string... think about it.... ahghg #i think in this universe kevin could still very much advocate for neil to join the trojans lineup #kevin would pick neil out of a crowd of exy players in Any Timeline i can promise you that much

[briannaswords]

time curious time, gave me no compasses, gave me no signs / sometimes there's no proof, you just know

one single thread of gold tied me to you / cause I believe that we were supposed to find this, so even in a different life, you still would've been mine

all along there was some invisible string, tying you to me / and somehow I know that you and I would have found each other

time, mystical time, cutting me open then healing me fine / time breaks down your mind and body

#me wondering why I went feral over timeless the first time I heard it #then realising its parallels with invisible string #like now it makes sense! #it's the I would've found you no matter what timeline we were in #it's the we're timeless because we're tied together #*cries* #timeless #invisible string #taylor swift #folklore #speak now tv #parallels #music #bri rambles #tag ramble

[drchucktingle]

the string

something happens when you join any artform where you connect to the past in invisible string . there is a tradition behind you and the second you pick up that pen or paintbrush or guitar you are connected to the thread and THAT alone is enough. every other success is a bonus

sometimes that thread is late nights on a tour bus cross country. sometimes it is a sold old galley opening. sometimes it is a book deal. but they are just the ones that get the most attention they are far from the most important

that thread also connects to the first garage band practice, to buying a paint set on a whim, to the novel in your head that refuses to trot out. these moments connect you to your heroes and your villains. to the way of legends.

and these quiet moments are SO IMPORTANT. never believe the bumps in the road have severed your tether. buckaroo that IS THE TETHER. you are part of a beautiful tradition and that alone bends timelines. congrats bud. its great to be here with you along the string

#buckaroo lifestyle #art #love is real #tingleverse #chuck tingle

[ttpdsargeant]

invisible string

oscar piastri x reader, ex!lando norris x reader

part 1 part 3

in which she moves on with his teammate, but why should she care about his feelings? he never cared about hers. besides, oscar is a much better boyfriend.

this is for the oscar girlies and is also like 6 months after say don’t go!! (we’ll pretend 1989 tv was out 6 months ago for the sake of timelines😭😭)

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yourusername, 🤍🤍

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user1, WHOOO IS THATTTTT

⤷ user2, i might be insane but like… OSCAR????

logansargeant, i expected a better caption from you considering how much taylor swift you listen to

⤷ yourusername, i couldn’t think of a song to use oops

user3, what if it’s logan????

⤷ user4, not captain america stealing my gf

user5, that should be me holding your hand💔💔

lilymhe, i had to sit and watch you guys be so unbearably cute and i don’t get pic creds for the first one??? criminal!!!

⤷ yourusername, SORRY SORRY IM SORRY thank you taking it lils ily🫶🫶🫶🫶

user6, kinda hope it’s oscar or max just because lando deserves it

⤷ user7, max has a gf but oscar… i need

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f1wags, y/n y/l/n has arrived at the qatar gp with kika gomes, but for oscar piastri rather than the usual lando norris👀

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user1, fav homie hopper😋😋

⤷ user2, i mean it’s not like it’s unprovoked

user3, don’t let your boyfriend stop you from finding the love of your life🤞🤞

user4, i wonder how lando feels about this😭😭

⤷ user5, doesn’t he have a new gf?? he arrived at the paddock with another girl today so he can’t really be mad

⤷ user6, NOOO IMAGINE HOW AWKWARD THAT IS

user7, usually i hate wag accounts BUT i am kinda thankful for this i needed to know who the guy y/n’s soft launching is

user8, I KNEW IT WAS OSCAR OR LOGAN IM SO HAPPY

⤷ user9, if it was logan we could have more lily and y/n cause alex and logan are teammates💔💔💔

⤷ user10, i don’t think they have to have a bf from the same team to be friends babe

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yourusername, when he’s a sprint winner >>>> (pic creds: lilymhe)

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user1, SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP PUNCH ME IN THE FACE

user2, prettiest couple i love pretty people

oscarpiastri, ❤️❤️

⤷ yourusername, 🤍🤍

user3, i would not have wanted to be in the room when lando found out😭😭

user4, she’s just like me i would also date my ex’s friend if he did me wrong🤭🤭

⤷ user5, i’ve honestly shipped her and oscar since before her and lando broke up is that weird

⤷ user6, i don’t blame u i kinda feel like they suit each other more yk

lilymhe, CUTEST I LOVE U LOML

⤷ yourusername, I LOVE U GF

⤷ oscarpiastri, how did alex get used to this

⤷ alex_albon, i didn’t it’s just something we have to deal with unfortunately😕😕

user7, does this mean more alex and oscar🤭🤭

⤷ user8, IMAGINE DOUBLE DATES WITH THEM LILY AND ALEX

sorry for making lando a sucky person but oscar is my one love so😋😋also i had to repost this cause i forgot to add tags and it wouldn’t show up under the tags after i edited it and added them😭😭

#f1 smau #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 smau #formula 1 x reader #lando norris #lando norris smau #lando norris x reader #f1 #f1 imagine #formula 1 imagine #oscar piastri smau #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri

[wasawillows]

the thing that gets me about people being like “she was forcing the connections in invisible string” is that the whole song isn’t solely about them being in the same place at different times or all the different times they could’ve met but didn’t. its about “you were living your life, doing these things, while at the same time i was living my life and doing these other things and we had no idea each other even existed.” that’s literally the whole point. she wasn’t saying “omg i used to sit on green grass and read and you used to wear a teal shirt at your job and teal and green are almost the same color omg connected” it’s just “isnt it crazy that we’ve been living on this earth all this time never knowing each other and having no idea we’d one day come into each others lives?” like im sorry i know yall dont like joe anymore but have you guys really never had the thought, while cleaning your room or making dinner, that your soulmate exists and is doing something right now, too, and that one day you’ll sit and compare the timelines of your lives with each other? like thats the whole point of the song!! not we had all of these crazy almost run ins. that’s what makes it so pretty to think!!! that they were always connected through every insignificant moment of their lives and all those little insignificant moments are essentially what led them to each other.

#this has been bothering me and i didn’t want to say it bc i didn’t want anyone to think im defending joe or anything #just defending the entire concept of invisible string bc i myself have always thought about the invisible string my whole life #taylor swift

[stargirlrchive]

INVISIBLE STRING — CASSIAN!

pairing: cassian x morrigan (half) sister reader

notes: :3 hi hi this is so scary. i haven’t posted a full thought out fic in probably a year (crazy) and i would like to say i have not finished the series so if timeline is inaccurate and just plots don’t make sense w canon it’s bc im still on acowar :p but cassian has taken over my brain and i can’t get him out of it !!!! c: part two is already being worked on bc im so proud of her. i hope u all enjoy it <3 ++ i know mor is described as being blonde and fairly pale in complexion which is why i made reader her half sibling, and there are no descriptions of reader’s physical attributes bc i wanted to kept it as neutral as possible :3

cw: angst, hurt no comfort (yet?), azriel’s shadows being the biggest cassreader shippers ever, unrequited love but really it’s just idiots in love. also mentions (brief) of abuse from keir (gross!)

Your fingers nervously fumbled with the straps of your leathers. Heart pounding in your ears as you forced yourself to drop the nervous jitters, fingers balling into tight fist to stop their trembling.

It had been a long time since you had last seen your family. A long time since your gaze met violet eyes, or your nose scented cedar wood and night chilled mist. The lingering scent of sea salted water and citrus, and fresh paint and vanilla, and sweet wine and roses had nearly erased from your memory. But what you missed the most was the red gleam of siphons that glowed ruby red under certain light.

Truly, in an immortals life time half a decade was just a blip in time, minuscule, but you had never been gone this long from them. Especially not from Rhys, Az, Mor, and Cassian, with the exception of Rhysand’s imprisonment under the mountain.

You blinked away the burning in your eyes as you pushed open the doors of the town house. Soft chatter growing cold at the unexpected intrusion. You had barely enough time to register everyone seated at the table when shadows were zooming past their master to greet you excitedly.

Nuzzling into your hair and neck and arms. Azriel’s shadows had always been so fond of you. Whispering and singing in your ear in a language you could not understand.

They tugged you forward, until you were stumbling clumsily as they dragged you towards Cassian. An ache settled deep in your chest as you fought against them gently, moving between Azriel and Rhys. You missed the flash of hurt in hazel eyes as you avoided him.

Five years later and he still didn’t know the truth of your departure. Before your thoughts could send you spiraling, Rhys’ voice called your name. An undeniable smile in his voice before his arms were enveloping you, “Cousin, you’re back.”

“I am.” Your throat felt thick, tongue heavy as you fought back tears. His scent had always comforted you, Rhys had given you and Mor a chance. A lifeline in the sea that you were drowning in, in Hewn City.

Two sisters, both forced into a world that was cruel and unkind. Morrigan as rightful Heir of Keir had experienced the brunt of it all. From being stuffed into tight dress, to being pranced around in front of grimy men, and nearly forced into a life with a male whose family’s cruelty knew no bounds.

Your torment had been in forms of neglect and isolation. Your father had never much cared for you, being a product of affairs, his bastard, he left you alone. Barely acknowledged your presence when at the mere age of nine you were thrown into his arms from your mother’s father, stating you were no longer his responsibility since your mother’s death. Your father’s neglect, you now realized, had been a blessing.

You were Mor’s shadow. Clinging to her as any younger sister would. Always causing trouble until you learned to obey. Mor never let you experience the abuse from your father fully. Always taking the blame, always hiding you. You owed her and Rhys, your family, everything.

There was a soft clearing of a throat that pulled you and your High Lord apart. Shadows greedily pulling you to face everyone else. Azriel’s hazel eyes assessing you, looking for any injuries before his fingers were squeezing your elbow gently. A soft hello.

Your eyes flickered around the room, and you realized just how much had changed. Your High Lady, and dear friend seated at the head of the table, Rhys by her side. Besides him sat Azriel and then Elain.

Your throat tightened as you allowed your eyes to flicker to the other side, Nesta beside Feyra, and Cassian beside her. Amren had most likely skipped out dinner to enjoy the privacy of her apartment, and Mor was no longer around. Preferring to spend her time on the continent.

The golden thread that tied you to the Lord of Bloodshed sung loudly and happily in your chest. Five years since you had last laid eyes on him and the feeling alone nearly brought you to your knees.

Your eyes flickered away from Cassian, ignoring the way your heart and soul begged you not to. “Is my room still available?”

Feyra sent you a soft smile, sad really, as she realized how desperately you wished to find some peace and quiet. She knew of your affections for the General, and how you had never told him only to watch him fall in love with her sister.

“Of course it is, but you should join us.”

You swallowed roughly at Rhys’ words, unable to stop the gnawing pain in your heart and the cruel words circling in your mind. Cassian was not yours, he had never been and it was unfair of you to expect him to love you the way you had always yearned for him too. But it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt, it always fucking hurt.

“I’m quite tired, maybe tomorrow.” Rhys didn’t push, just affectionately tucked your hair behind your pointed ear and let you go.

Your steps were quick, hurried and Cassian’s voice sounded like smooth velvet as he called your name. You didn’t stop, your knees nearly buckling under your weight as you forced yourself to keep walking.

Mumbling a quiet, “Goodnight,” before disappearing into the hallways in search of your bedroom.

During your five years away at Day the turmoil in your heart had eased, if only slightly. Cassian would unintentionally send his emotions down the bond, and it seemed it always happened when your heart had finally let you rest.

When you finally saw light at the end of a never ending tunnel of despair, the mating bond would reel you in, viciously and unforgiving. You were sure you were being punished.

How dare you ever try to question what the Mother wanted for you?

Being back in Velaris, being back home, felt so much worse. With the distance, even when his emotions poured into your very bones, it felt weakened. Less tethered to you.

But now? Now you felt his sorrow so deeply tears fell freely down your cheeks.

You had only been trying to sleep for a few hours, your rest had been fitful at best, anxiety prickling at your fingertips as you threw the warm blanket off of you. You needed air. You needed clarity.

Your feet moved on their own. From what you last knew there were no longer many residents here. You were careless in thinking so as your feet moved hurriedly through the house and out into the garden.

Filling your lungs with air as tears prickled at your eyes, the cold nipping at your skin as you sunk into one of the benches placed around the area.

You had only been in his presence for a mere five minutes and your heart was already waging a war against you.

Maybe you could convince Rhys to send you off once again. Your years away at Day had been filled with research and insight, maybe you could do the same at Dawn. Or any other Court that wasn’t here. Gods, you’d even take the forsaken libraries in the Hewn City if it meant not being here. You’d beg if you had too because this, this was too much.

You let out a shaky breath as your mind ruthfully plagued you with memories of the past. Of your utter devastation of hearing that Mor had slept with Cassian.

Of the guilt you felt after, when you avoided her in anger and utter jealousy and then told of the way she was savagely left to die.

You would never forgive yourself.

Remembering when you realized you were utterly and hopelessly devoted to your life long friend, and learning to live with just having a small part of him for you.

Hoping and praying to the Mother that he’d love you back. Hoping to see a spark of honeyed warmth, or a lick of jealousy when you found solace in the warmth of another. Anything, you prayed and prayed, but she never answered.

Not until you had pinned him down on the training matt, wings sprawled out beneath him as you stared at him smugly. A soft, primal, smirk on his face as he gripped your thighs. “You’re getting better.”

Your laughter filtered through the open area, “Only ‘better’? I just kicked your ass.”

He grunted, tugging you gently and in a quick succession of movements had flipped you over, pinning you to the ground. His thighs caged over yours, pinning your hands above your head as he sent you a toothy smile.

The wind that had been knocked out of you was not due to the fact your back had hit against the matt, but because something snapped inside of you. An invisible golden thread, darting from your chest to his, so visceral you could almost taste it, singing happily at finally being acknowledged.

But he gave no indication that he had felt the mating bond snap into place, “Yes, ‘better’. Because you should know not to let your guard down.”

Your speechlessness could’ve been a product of being bested in sparring, your mind racing with things to say but nothing came out.

The fog that had formed in your brain cleared at the bark of laughter that left Azriel, “If you two are done flirting, get back to sparring or leave the ring.”

You don’t remember what excuse you used to suddenly needing to leave but you did. Hope sparkling in your chest at what you thought was an answered prayer by the Mother. He was yours, just as much as you were his.

Only for the ember to burn to ash quickly, as two nights after Cassian had come to you looking for guidance on how to court Nesta.

You tried so hard, pushing down the mating bond that roared and screamed in utter agony as he spilled to you his affections for the eldest Archeron.

Your heart stuttering and begging for release of this pain as your mind caught up to you. He’d never see you. He hadn’t before, so what would be so different now? What would suddenly make you worthy in his eyes? The mating bond?

You realized quickly that you didn’t want that. Didn’t want him to love you just because fate decided to pair you together. You wanted him to love you, to yearn for you the way you had for him without something telling him to.

So with a forced smile you consoled him. Running your fingers through his hair and giving him advice on how to win her heart.

Some days you cursed yourself for that night. You wished you had been selfish and told him he was yours. But then the guilt would settle and you knew you’d never have the heart to force that onto your dearest friend.

In the end all you wanted was his happiness, if that was with someone else then you’d have to learn to live with it.

It had all led up to the night where you accidentally walked in on Nesta and Cassian in the kitchen at the House of Wind, lips and tongues tangled.

The mating bond felt like it was burning you alive from the inside out, angry and volatile as it blamed you for pushing him into her arms.

You’re not sure how you ended up in Rhys office, your face pressed into him as your fingers tried to claw at the hurt in your chest, “Make it stop, Rhys. Gods please, just make it stop.”

He had never seen you like this, never seen you in such despair as he tried to calm you down. He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to help you.

Only held you in his arms and sang a lullaby his mother had always sang to the three of you as children. Your desperation and pain eased and numbness eventually coated your insides.

“Send me away.”

He hesitated, wiping your tears as Feyra’s soothing touch caressed your back. His violet eyes shining with hurt and concern for you, “What are you running from?”

Your thoughts were interrupted by the deep timber of a voice you were so familiar with,“Is it just me, or are you avoiding me?”

Heat quickly ran from your skull down to your spine at the velvety voice that belonged to Cassian. Your back tensing uncomfortably as you turned to look at him.

You refrained from letting your eyes glaze down his form. Bare chested and wings lazily held up as his brows furrowed when he took you in.

“Cassian-what are you doing here?”

You stood up from your seated position as he moved closer. His eyes never leaving yours, “Here as in the gardens or here as in my home?”

Your brows furrowed, were he and Nesta now permanently in the town house? It would’ve made sense, seeing as they were all here, having dinner earlier.

“In-in the gardens.”

His lips twisted up into a small quirk of a smile, his eyes lingering on your face as if trying to reacquaint himself with your features.

Your heart lurched to your throat as his gaze lingered on your lips before he looked back into your eyes. “I heard you walking around. Wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“How did you know it was me?”

His lips tugged into a proper smile this time, “Who else could it be?”

He couldn’t bring himself to tell you that he’d long ago familiarized himself with the sound of your steps.

Your brows pinched together, full lips tugging into a small frown, “Where is everyone else?”

“Elain is most likely off in Lucien’s apartment, Azriel is at the House of Wind.”

And despite yourself, you asked, “And Nesta?”

Your throat bobbed softly, heart already preparing itself to hear that she was tangled in his sheets in his room. A soft shrug came from him, muscles flexing deliciously at the movement, “Probably with her mate.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest at his words. Her mate? You were sure the confusion was evident on your face as Cassian laughed. “It’s a bit unfair isn’t it? She was made a measly six years ago, and she’s found who her soul is tethered to, while we’ve been around for centuries and have no luck.”

“Lucky her.”

He hummed, eyes glazing over your face and the look in his eyes was unrecognizable. Warm and honeyed. It made your stomach twist and turn into uncomfortable knots.

“I should go to bed, Cassian. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You made to walk away from him, but his rough fingers wrapped around your forearm in a touch that could only be described as gentle. When you finally looked up at him his brows were pinched together in confusion, and hurt.

“What’s with the full name?”

“It’s yours, isn’t it?”

His eyes narrowed slightly at your words, “You’ve used it on me twice in the span of a few minutes. I’m never ‘Cassian’ to you.”

A stretch of silence passed between the two of you, you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know how to act around him anymore.

Gods, you had come around to the idea of seeing him tangled with Nesta. But you were back and he was single. Or at least not with her and you don’t know what you feared most.

That your heart would take this as hope and yearn for him, and watch him fall for another, or to finally tell him how you felt. If it would even mean anything to him, if he’d even want you.

You couldn’t do it, you wouldn’t. You refused to let hope spark in your heart when he had already tangled himself into your very being like overgrown ivy. You don’t know if you’d survive any more rejection.

His voice was softer this time, thick fingers cupping your cheeks and jaw, forcing you to look at him, “You were gone five years and I can barely get five sentences out of you before you’re running away from me.”

Tears stung behind your eyes as your throat tightened at the hurt twinging his voice. It took everything in you to not soothe the crease between his brows, your body tensing softly as his thumb caressed your bottom lip gently, “If I have offended you, or hurt you some how tell me how to fix it. I have been waiting for five years for your return and I cannot stand to think that this whole time you were away you were angry with me.”

You wished you could speak, but your tongue felt heavy. The hurt in his eyes turned to something akin to despair at your silence, his hands dropped from caressing your face to hang loosely by his side, his wings slumped against the floor.

You let out a shuddering breath, forcing yourself to look away from him, “I should go to bed.”

And this time he didn’t stop you.

Weeks had trickled by so slowly since your return to Velaris as you tried to find your place back in your home court.

You had never been particularly good at fighting, your strength came from your knowledge. Books and literature had been something you had clung to as a child and it never left you.

You digested text in a way the inner circle did not, memorized details and names and faces others struggled with. But that did not mean Azriel was any easier on you when it came to training.

The muscles in your abdomen ached painfully, your arms felt heavy and filled with sand as he squared up once more. “I need a break.”

“You need to focus.”

A whine ripped from your throat in protest, Az’s shadows peppering cooling kisses and caresses on your skin to try and comfort you. “Just a few minutes. Please?”

“You think if someone were to try and attack you, they’d spare you if you whined like a petulant child?”

At your silence and glare he continued, “Didn’t think so.”

Your fingers balled into fist as you readied yourself, your muscles heavy with exhaustion as you threw punch after punch his way. “Remain focused, let yourself do what feels instinctual.”

You were sure you would’ve passed whatever Azriel’s standards were had his shadows not wrapped around your legs. Tugging insistently and trying to drag you away.

You heard Azriel’s noise of protest as he tried to rein his shadows back but they refused. Your head turned towards the direction in which they were tugging you in only to be met with Cassian’s warm hazel eyes already on you.

With an accidental misstep you were tumbling forward, falling far too quickly to catch yourself. Your head ringing harshly as the side of your face smacked against the mat.

Someone called out your name in a panic, and you missed the way Cassian had roughly pushed Azriel away from you as he turned you around.

His eyes frayed with worry as your eyes remained unfocused, “Can you look at me, dove?”

You blinked a few times before a groan of discomfort left your mouth, “What the fuck happened?”

Azriel’s shadows sheepishly began to caress your skull, pressing kisses of apologies on your skin. You didn’t hear anything besides tiny wisps of whispers coming from them but you’re were sure they hissed at Cassian as he shooed them away.

It took you a few minutes but you were eventually able to sit. Your ears ringing and still a little dizzy but you were feeling better despite the throb on your temple.

Azriel’s shadows peered at you from behind him sheepishly, and it was only when you extended your hand to them that they swarmed you in a flurry. Rubbing against your neck and hair affectionately, being careful with the side of your face but caressing you softly.

“They say they’re sorry.”

Your lips quirked up at Azriel’s words, “They’re forgiven.”

They buzzed in excitement, before stilling softly as Cassian extended a hand out for the shadows. They treaded carefully, lightly caressing his arm as in apology as if they had also offended him.

A few swirled around your hand and fingers, tugging it much more gently into Cassian’s extended hand. Your cheeks warmed up in embarrassment but before you could pull away, he tangled his fingers with yours.

The shadows swirled around your intertwined hands as if proud of themselves before finally returning to their master. Azriel sent you a soft smirk, and with a shake of his head diseapeared into a mass of dark misty shadows.

“Are you alright?”

You nodded slowly, retorting in exasperation, “Just feels like I hit my head.”

Cassian’s lips tugged into a soft smile, helping you up and not dropping your tangled fingers, “Let’s get you to Madja.”

He pulled you along closely, walking you both towards the edge of the training area. Before you could overthink about being so tangled in his arms he wrapped himself around you. One hand cradling the back of your head to his chest, while the other gripped the back of your thighs.

Your heart pummeled to your stomach as he took off flying, it had been so long since you felt the breeze against your face like this. Your legs wrapping around him as a startled laugh left your mouth.

You felt his laugh more than you heard it, his chest rumbling against yours and for the first time in years, your heart felt at ease around Cassian.

No turmoil or anguish, just overflowing affection and happiness as he flew you carefully around Velaris. Your face tucked away from being so pressed to his chest to look up at him and your breath hitched.

He was truly so beautiful, rough and sharp features that looked like he was made out of stone carving. His lips the perfect shade of dusty rose and plump, his nose fit him beautifully too, slightly crooked at the slope from being broken over the years. White-raised scars on his beautiful tan skin. You were so close you could see the faintest of freckles that doted his skin.

“You didn’t pass out on me, did you?”

Heat bloomed on your cheeks at getting so lost admiring him before you tucked your face back into his chest, “No, I’m fine.”

His fingers squeezed around your thighs as he pulled you closer before he descended down to the Town House.

You were grateful for the hand he kept placed on your back as he walked you into the house. Your dizziness hitting you once again as you landed on solid ground. The warmth running down your spine at his heated touch had you suppressing a shiver.

Your bones ached in protest when he pulled away and sat you down in front of an amused Rhys and exasperated Madja. The elder lady frowning at the bruise on your temple.

“Cassian, I’ve told you not to be so rough when training,” Madja’s soothing voice chastised the General. Your lips tugging into an amused smiled at the noise of protest that left his mouth.

“It was Azriel’s shadows that caused this.”

Madja’s eyes narrowed softly at his words but said nothing more. A hiss leaving your lips as she pushed against the bump forming near your eye.

Cassian’s fingers twitched nervously at the sound of your discomfort. His eyes glued to you as you were looked over by the healer.

Something warm and comfortable hummed in his chest seeing you. The weeks you had been back were nothing short of torture for him.

In the five years you had been gone Cassian came to the devastating realization that he was utterly and unabashedly enamored with you. Cursing himself for the time wasted on pointless lovers, on Nesta, when you had been by his side for the better half of four centuries.

His heart cracking open and knocking him over one restless night as his mind tormented him with everything he had been lacking since you had departed to Day.

He figured that he had always loved you, had always cared for you. But the twisting of his gut in your absences alerted him that it was in a way that was different from Mor and Amren, and then Feyra. His obsession with needing you near, needing you safe stemmed from some thing else entirely.

It took four months of being away from you to realize that. Cursing himself at all the time wasted.

And it wasn’t as if he didn’t try to get ahold of you while you were studying and researching to your hearts content at Day. He had sent letter after letter, received few responses but he had figured you were busy.

His skin had only started to crawl with dread and anxiety when there had been reasons for the Inner Circle to attend a meeting, or some grand ball thrown by Helion, and you were never there.

Either whisked away to some other Court for extended research or taking time away to visit your sister.

The very last time he had stepped foot in Day while you had been there was about three months before your return. Rhys had granted him permission to seek you out.

And when he stepped foot into Day Court’s palace in search of you his hope dwindled as Helion informed him that you had just left a few days prior for a fourteen day tour at Autumn Court. But he swore he scented the soft jasmine and lavender cream that he recognized as your scent roaming the halls.

Resigned, he returned home.

Then you returned, so careful and tense in his presence he wished to turn back back to when things were easier between the two of you. When his face would nuzzle into your soft belly as you ran your fingers through his hair and consoled him after a nightmare.

Or how he’d find his favorite pastries wrapped up on the counter that he knew you’d gone out of your way to get him.

He missed when his feelings hadn’t tangled themselves so deeply into you and he could just be. Gods, did he miss you. He yearned and ached and burned for you while you seemed content at keeping him an arms length away.

The mother could be so cruel.

He barely registered Rhys pressing an affectionate kiss to your bruised temple and mumbling that he was taking Madja back before something so earth shattering was unraveling in his chest.

His eyes wide and chest heaving the second the two of you were alone and your eyes met. A deeply rich golden invisible thread darting from his chest to yours.

He had unconsciously poured all his emotions of recognizing the bond down your connection. A primal need to be closer to you bursting from his chest as he tugged on the bond.

Your breath hitched, but you didn’t seem surprised he noted. Your side of the bond closed off tightly he could feel nothing from your end. He hated that.

Your eyes were wide in apprehension as you stared at him, tears lining your eyes as his emotions of love and devotion were so strong they brought him to his knees before you. Pleading and desperate as he called out your name.

“Don’t do this, Cassian.”

His brows pinched together as he reached for you, the bond screaming in agony as you avoided his touch and stood up to create some space between the two of you.

“Dove, listen to me. Please.” He was not above begging, still kneeled in the center of the room as his wings slumped to the ground. His eyes following your every move as you nervously ran your fingers through your hair.

“I feel it, I feel you.” His fingers and hands were steady as he pointed to his chest despite the feeling of anxiety creeping into him.

“You’re mine, my mate, dove.”

There was a beat of silence, Cassian staring at you as if you had delicately placed every beautiful star in the sky. But you had never seen him look at you like that before.

Never had he inclined he wanted you besides the bond. Gods, did it hurt. Your stomach churned sadly as your fingers balled into fist as you shook your head in denial.

“No. No, you don’t get to just suddenly want me because of the bond. I don’t want it this way.”

His frown deepened at your words, your emotions so heavily felt they started to crack the walls you kept up and pouring into the bond.

You had known for years. Five years, you had known and said nothing. “Gods, Cassian! I have loved you for so long. Prayed and begged to the Mother, to the Cauldron, to the Moon and Stars to have you return my affection and you didn’t.”

Cassian wanted to speak, to protest your words but the frustrated tears pouring down your beautiful face and the agony building in his chest, that was no longer just his, kept him quiet. “I’ve watched you pine and love others, and you have never looked at me that way. You had never thought me worthy of you in that way, and now that you know. It shouldn’t change a thing.”

“But it does,” His fingers itched to devote themselves to you. To memorize every curve and dip on your body. “It changes everything-”

You cut him off before he could continue, before he could tell you that he now felt worthy of loving you. That he now knew he could love you in a way you deserved if the Mother had blessed him with you as his wonderful mate. “Well it shouldn’t.”

You sniffled softly as you stared at him directly in his eyes, “I don’t want it to.”

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[saradika]

— invisible string

din djarin x vaguely force sensitive!reader

rated e - 1.7k

tags: divergent timeline, soulmate!au, takes place across season 1 & 2, missed connections, the Razor Crest lives, PiV, marking, creampie, magical elements

a/n: for the TS Challenge by @beskarandblasters! This was so fun, thanks so much for hosting this event! 💖 I was so excited to get this song & character

There's something about him, this man.

Deep down, it feels as if a string is tied around something vital inside you. A piece of you that you cannot live without, twined with its match inside him. Like the path you've taken has always led to this moment, this meeting.

You feel as if you are always out of step.

Too early. And then somehow - just a little bit too late.

As if you've missed something crucial. A prickle on the back of your neck. Eyes scanning the crowds of people as you weave through cities - looking for someone.

As to whom, though - you're never quite sure.

You think it's always been there. A similar sort of feeling that flickers when you're in danger. That was something you had cultivated. Manipulated into a force you can wield. A push and pull, an aid - when you need it. Something you draw from often, during your days as a smuggler.

But you're not sure what to do with this.

The feeling is pushed down on Nevarro.

Contacted for a job, one that had been easy enough. Your goods exchanged in a dingy cantina - a shipment of stolen fuel cells furtively traded to an irritated man that went by Karga. Your eyebrows raised at the charred hole in the man's fine clothes - a half-hearted wonder at how the man was still standing.

The Imperial credits he offers you do not get you far. He's unable to offer you a puck - his trade was in bounty hunting, not smuggling. You're not sure if you'd take one, and the cells are enough to keep his crew afloat for a while. A dead-end for now, but you think - not always.

After, your ship drifts along an unseen track.

To Tatooine this time. A big job for the Hutts that takes you two weeks. Days in the sun spent waiting for the payments to transfer to your account, and so in the meantime - you tinker.

Trading your way up. A broken blaster fixed, exchanged for ship parts. The parts installed, the labor paid for with two, beat-up old speeders.

Only to sell them both to a cocky hot-shot bounty hunter for double their value - his over-blown self-confidence eclipsing the fact that you were absolutely swindling him.

It’s not your problem.

Though here, you can't help but feel the urge to linger. An itch beneath your skin, as if you've missed something, again.

You ignore it. Trading up one more time - swapping Mos Eisley for the sea. The choppy waters of Trask washing away the grit and sand that clings to your skin.

There's always work to be found here - deals to make with the Quarren and Mon Calamari. Those days spent at the inn, with lunches of warm homemade chowder and wrapped in chunky-knit sweaters.

Eyes snagging on a couple that often sits together at lunch. Their features frog-like, affection clear in their soft chatter, the slow blink of their large, black eyes. You imagine it to be a stolen moment - meeting up in the afternoon, too eager to wait until evening to see each other.

It’s nice.

It follows you, back to your room.

You think about them later - the obvious connection. A bone-deep urge to find another that matches a part of you. Something you've never had.

Somehow you know it’s out there.

But it's not time.

The next day, your ship takes off again.

There's a feeling deep down that for once, you're right where you need to be.

Your path is not guided by a job. Something spinning inside your chest like the point of a compass, your fingers keying coordinates with a mind of their own.

It's not a sea. Not a desert. Not a growing town, slowly rebuilding.

You're taken to a forest. The trees are unlike those you've seen - stretching tall and thin towards the sky. Their leaves sparse, but still filling the space with the sheer number.

There's a village - but you're drawn away from the tall walls. There's nothing inside that you seek. Drawn back to the trees you had seen from above. There's no tracks for you to follow, it's only your own boots pressed into the earth.

But you still go out, day after day.

It's on the third day, as you sit by the edge of a clear, shallow pool, that you hear the crack of branches under boots.

It should frighten you… but it doesn't.

It feels like an inevitability.

Your head turns, and there's a man there. His limbs encased in armor of shining beskar. A Mandalorian, you realize, when your eyes meet the dark visor that bisects his helmet.

"It's you." The words are a flat buzz, through his helmet. Unsurprised, somehow. Just as you are.

And it's him.

There's something about him, this man.

Deep down, it feels as if a string is tied around something vital inside you. A piece of you that you cannot live without, twined with its match inside him. Like the path you've taken has always led to this moment, this meeting.

You're not sure what that something is...

But think you are finally ready to find out.

His touch is familiar, though you've never known it. Much like everything else, it feels almost destined.

You know he feels it too. A slow circling dance, the weight of his eyes following you from behind the visor. That string inside no longer feels like a leash, but instead - a lifeline.

Finally being able to acknowledge that he has been what you've been orbiting around this whole time. Easing that ever-present ache of loneliness that had always followed you.

For some time, he had thought you would be the one to train Grogu. That perhaps this had been the reason why the fates had pushed you together.

You had tried, and failed. That part of you still too raw, too unfashioned. It lived inside you, but it was something you had been unable to teach another. How could you, when you did not even know the word for what it was?

And as time passed, you realized deep down that you were truly meant to be here now. Not for the before.

An aid at first, of course. You had gone with him to Tython. Traded in your ship, and traveled on the Slave 1. Had faced death by his side, staring into the black chrome of the Dark Troopers.

Had grieved with him, after.

You think this had been your place all along.

This liminal space, in those months that follow.

Giving him something to grab onto. Fingers sinking into flesh, your back hitting the mattress as he follows.

It’s dark, in the belly of his ship. With anyone else your senses would be screaming, a ringing alarm.

But you’ve come to know each room, fingers tracing the cold metal. From the walls, to the bunk, to him - the tips slipping under to tug at the fastenings of his armor.

He is quiet, like he often is now. But you can feel the heat that rolls off him in waves. The harsh buzz of his breath through the vocoder, before the light cuts out completely.

Before it’s just him and you.

His knees nudge your thighs wider. Pressing into muscle and flesh, forcing them up and apart. Your fingers twist in his curls, angling your mouth up to meet the kiss that is all teeth and tongue.

Fingers dip down, thick and calloused. Parting you, nudging inside to where you’re wet and waiting. Pumping deep with his thumb pressed snug against the button of your clit - leaving you dizzy and clenching and wondering if he just knew, as well.

You think he did. He does.

And when he works himself inside you, you finally feel full. Ripping a sound from each of you - his rough and swallowed, yours a broken murmur of his name.

Something else given in the dark, on another night akin to this. Pieces of himself peeled back and gifted, only to be carefully wrapped up and buried deep.

The pound of his hips itches at something you’ve been missing. Those hands tugging at your hips, pulling you to meet each harsh thrust. Fingers slipping down to swirl against you again - a spark rising each time you fit together, building swiftly to an inferno.

“Din,” You breathe, as something heavy flickers inside you, just out of reach, “Stars, please. Don’t stop-”

“I won’t,” It’s a low oath, as his cock grinds deep, “I’ve waited too long for you, cyare.”

He wrenches it from you, setting you ablaze. Your is cry loud in the tiny room as you come undone. The wild swirl of your senses narrowing down, until it’s just him. Din’s mouth against your neck, warm breath and teeth nipping marks into your skin - the pleasure flowing from you in pulsing waves, sinking into him.

Making him follow, no more than a dozen thrusts later. A gritted, bitten-back moan of your own name, before his hips are stuttering. Giving back what you passed to him, his cock throbbing inside you, buried deep.

Where he stays, until he’s gone soft. A pang of loss shuddering through you when he slips from between your thighs - expecting him to return to his own bunk.

To leave you, again.

But the mattress dips, next to you. The space narrow, a short sigh when you wiggle too much trying to get comfortable. Hands hooking around your wrists, hauling your hips over his. Settling you down on top of him.

And in the dark - he stays.

“Should have met you on Tatooine,” Din tells you later that night, unbidden. Letting your legs twine with his, thighs parted to make room for you. “I didn’t know it was you. If I had-”

His words end abruptly, hanging. Both of you thinking about all those moments when time hadn’t lined up. The synchronicity of your movements, just barely nudged out of time.

Both there, during that same moment. If you had stayed another day, maybe that would have been your meeting.

But you had left early, and he had came late.

“We’re here now.” You tell him, chin pressing against his chest. Eyes finding his in the dark, though you cannot see. “Isn’t that enough?”

There’s the brush of his hand along your spine - knuckles, and then fingertips as they unfurl.

“Yes.”

It is enough, for now.

You’re not sure if it’s forever. If, for some reason, you’ll be forced to part again. But tonight, you’re not worried.

Because, if you were to reach inside yourself and pluck that golden string right now - letting it thrum…

You think that he would feel it, too.

thanks so much for reading!! 💖

cyare - beloved

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x f!reader #ts drabble challenge #din djarin imagine

[ju1cyfru1t]

Timeless (Rise!Leo x Reader) (2012! Leo x reader)

ROTTMNT + 12’ TMNT x reader

Rise! Y/N meets 2012! Y/N

^could be read as Rise! Or 12! Leo x reader?

fluff :) gn reader, romantic, Drabble

SO SO PROUD OF THIS 🫶🏻

You still would've been mine

We would have been timeless

I would've read your love letters every single night

And run away and left it all behind

You still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this

So, even in a different life, you still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

“Wait, wait, wait. So you’re saying you’re me?” You shook your head as you processed, staring at…well, yourself. They looked like you, just ever so slightly different. They felt different, too.

“I know, right?” They laughed, looking down. It was evident they were just as shell-shocked (pun intended) as you. I mean, it really is baffling. Whether you believe it or not, the multiverse is actually real. You would think will everything you’ve seen in your time of knowing the turtles, this wouldn’t be so shocking.

But this was all so overwhelming. There’s another you? Not to mention another Donnie, Mikey, Raph, Splinter, April; all so different from each other…and another Leo.

“So…your Leo is really something, huh?” They cleared their throat, motioning their head towards the two blue-clad turtles. Your Leo was laughing obnoxiously (, probably at one of his own jokes,) and their Leo looking a little embarrassed.

“You could put it that way…” You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile spreading on your face. He was your Leo.

They snickered in response, “For sure…mine is a little dense, but I still love him.”

Your eyes immediately shot up to meet theirs, full of surprise. “Wait…you guys are, like…a thing?”

“Yeah, you guys aren’t?” They seemed confused, almost like they already knew the answer.

“No, no, we are…I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” You looked away, your head spinning with questions.

I mean, how was this even possible? Are there other versions of you? What are they like? What have these turtles faced? …Does this mean soulmates are real?

You looked up to them once again, hesitating. “Do you think it’s like this in every timeline?”

They met your gaze with a warm grin, taking your hand in theirs before looking back at their Leo then to yours, “I really hope so.”

You didn’t say it, but you did too. You really, really, really did. You wanted every iteration of you to find what you two have. To be pulled by the invisible string of fate and find each other. Even if every Leo wasn’t the same, that there would always be one similarity. That he would your Leo. And you’re sure that every version of you felt that way, too, especially the one sitting in front of you now.

“Please,” they spoke up again, “I want to hear all about you…and your Leo, I guess.”

You laughed openly, nodding, “where do I even start?”

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versions for Raph, Mikey, Donnie, and April???

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[cwbylikeyou]

Liu Kang x Reader.

hi y’all i’m back but never really back 😭 promise you i’m going to TRY to work on the requests y’all send me.

MEANWHILE enjoy some cute thoughts i had about liu kang. (he’s my favorite, sorry, i love main characters. 🥺

GIF BY CRIMESCRIMSON ON TUMBLR.

pairing: Liu Kang x Reader.

word count: 292

After some time, Liu realized that even if you didn’t remember him clearly, your heart did. After being miserable on your love life for quite a while, you decided to give up on finding a significant other. Liu couldn’t see you suffering knowing your soulmate was always him and nothing he did could change that.

He showed up at your door and when you saw him, it was like something changed in your mind. Like a key opening a door to all the memories you didn’t have, but were there somewhere, like you knew he would always come back to you. You had a feeling so peculiar, something tying you to him like an invisible string.

Liu, even in his godhood, would love to spend quality time with you. Both of you knew that love was there, but he knew that intimacy wasn’t. You didn’t remember him like he remembered you. He would have to build a new life with you, get to now you all over again, starting slowly. He would probably love to tend your garden with you, cook dinner and spend the night curled up together when you allowed him to.

Time to time, you would gain more intimacy with each other and grow closer and closer together. He would treat you gently, show you the hourglass and eventually tell you the truth about your love life together, in other times.

And he assures you that in every timeline, he would be yours.

#headcanon #liu kang x reader #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #dina writes! 🩷

[joesalw]

I think there are fewer songs about Joe in this album because we don't get the real truth about the breakup which is probably Taylor ended a 7 year relationship with Joe when they were both on different continents in the middle of the tour (probably over phone/ email) to later pursue a man who brought her backlash and then ended up ghosting her ! She says in the prologue about her breakup with Joe "And I tore the whole sky down with one conversation" Jack releasing the date of You're Losing Me as written in 2021 has made Swifties think they broke up long back which we know is not true. They had rough patches but they were together till February (Fortnight song says my days are all stuck on Mondays in February ) There's also an exact fortnight between when they could have broken up during tour (around Vegas but before iHeart awards when she was looking down and Arlington when Invisible String disappeared from the setlist ) and the announcement on April 8.

I think Taylor expected Joe to apologise and show up because she kept going on in the Betty speeches about how James had to apologise and show up to the party. And then when he did not she went straight to Matty. It is sad on one hand to think these two people probably never got to say goodbye in person after everything they shared.

I agree with the timeline. but the question is why was she waiting for an apology from joe? what was his fault? she is the one who had one foot already out of that relationship. she is the one who was emotionally cheating. and *checks notes* she's the one who tore down the whole sky with one conversation. so what was joe supposed to be sorry for? and she didn’t wait for him no. in fresh out the slammer she admits going straight to matty once their relationship was over! so it's insane how she made people believe that he did something wrong with her betty speech and that he needs to apologize. no he doesn’t. YOU need to apologize taylor

#anti taylor swift #joe alwyn

[starrzhao]

zb1 as the soulmate tropes | scenarios

soulmates. the concept of being bound to someone by some sort of invisible string. a deep bond and connection formed between a pair that’s just simply meant to be. love may come unexpectedly, arriving through fate’s mysterious ways. so here are scenarios where fate pulls its strings and brings those meant to be, together. here are little scenarios of the members of zb1 as the different soulmate tropes with a little twist added to each one.

genre fluff, tiny bit of angst

pairings zb1 members x gn!reader

warnings small descriptions of physical pain (?) if anything else needs to be added, please inform me !

⭒ kim jiwoong — matching tattoos

everyone is born with a tattoo located on either side of their neck. each pair of soulmates have their own unique symbol, with each one owning a part it, having them meet to combine and complete their respective symbol. for example one may have a crescent moon and the other may have scattered stars, as they meet one another, they’re tattoos will glow and the moment of their first kiss, their symbols would combine and become one image, the crescent moon in the starry sky. It was a wonderful idea to think of sharing a symbol with your other half however it was quite difficult for you to search for your soulmate as yours was a mere dot. what symbol could possibly complete a dot? on the first day of your new job, you bump into the ceo of the company at the elevator who just so happens to have a comma tattooed on the right side of his neck, beaming at the same time as yours.

⭒ zhang hao — soulmate in every lifetime

It was a saying that you’re tied onto the same person in this universe through every single life you’d live through. a lot of people believed it was fake but you, on the other hand, definitely knew it was true as you lived your whole life or every life, still possessing your memories from every past lifetime, knowing it’s always intertwined with the same person, zhang hao. It was both a blessing and a curse for you, knowing you’d cross paths with the same man you’ll always love every time but you were tired of having to repeat the cycle over and over again, having to start from zero as strangers, then to lovers or even sometimes just ending as the best of friends, every single time knowing you kept your memories with him through every lifetime while he, like every other person, starts anew, clueless as they navigate through their journey, having to reintroduce and reinvent yourself as you meet him at every new beginning. however as you are once again reborn in a new world, this time hoping to live carefree and on the down low with no ambition after going through almost every career in the past anyways, you decide to move to a small city, where you meet zhang hao once again, not surprised again. however, this time you two don’t need to start from zero again as he unexpectedly reveals he’s been going through the same thing as you. and for once, you can finally confide in one another without having to restart the timeline or open a new story. just being there with each other. anytime, anywhere as long as it was with him, you just knew you’d be okay whatever your life had in store for you.

⭒ sung hanbin — color soulmate

everyone starts their lives, black and white. often, people would find their soulmate early. usually it would be in their teenage years as usually your soulmate would be nearby. you were at the ripe age of twenty-two, still counting your days for how long you’d have to live in a dull, colorless world as everyone else around you seemed to have found their soulmate. you get close to someone online who also happens to share the same situation as you, hanbin. he becomes your best friend as time passes, and you talk to him daily. your wish in this life wasn’t even to meet your soulmate anymore but to just meet hanbin in real life even just once. after three years of being long-distance friends, hanbin flies to your country as an effort to surprise you on your birthday. as you finished up your shift at the cafe you were working at, when you heard the doorbell ring and you look at who was at the front door, you were surprised at what you saw. It was not just only because you finally met your best friend, but because colors began to fill your sight as the world around you finally came to life as you met eye-to-eye

⭒ kim taerae — that sweet melody in your head

it was a rare phenomenon to be able to hear the voice of your soulmate in your head, and you were lucky to be a part of the small population who have experienced such a thing. You’ve heard the voice of your soulmate singing ever since you were little. His voice was soothing and mellow, his singing accompanying you through your daily life, almost like he was your own personal record player. You are an aspiring music producer, specializing in playing the piano and violin and your biggest dream was to one day, meet and accompany your soulmate for a performance. On the first week, you were given a challenge to complete pair assignment, where you had to arrange an original piece with someone in your class. You ended up being paired up with the student named taerae who was the only one left with no pair along with you, and who unfortunately had a sore throat within the duration of four days given to you to complete the project, had a sore throat, making it quite challenging to come up with the song. However, he was able to guide you along the way and assured you through the process that whatever the outcome would be he’d be able to pull it off so you decided to trust the process and give taerae a chance. As the day of the performance arrived, you were wary over the outcome, knowing that you were only going to be hearing taerae’s voice for the first time that day. The moment he held that mic and sang his heart out to the instrumental you created, you felt an unexpected, strange but beautiful sensation as his voice rang through your head as you watched him perform.

⭒ seok matthew — conversing through dreams

talking to your soulmate in your dream was quite a funny experience. It was like having talks with yourself in your head in the middle of the night. In your dreams, you and your soulmate would sit down and talk somewhere, envisioning places like the park, the cafe. It was your dreams and all in your head anyways so it was easy to manipulate. At some point, you believed the whole dream soulmate thing was just a random thing people made up to feel better as it felt like you had absolutely no clue to the whereabouts of your so-called other half. Perhaps you just made that man up in your head, right? however one day, you were proven wrong when you finally meet a young man who had the same exact face as the man in your dreams at the wedding of your close friend. your worlds stopped for a moment and he introduces himself as matthew seok, the man you’ve been talking to in your dreams throughout the years.

⭒ shen quanrui / ricky — timer soulmates

each and everyone are born with a timer marked on their wrist and it held a different meaning for every pair of soulmates. for your parents, their timer started the day they first met. as for your friend, gyuvin the timer stopped counting when he held hands with his soulmate. what a strange timer to begin with. everyone else has their timer stop around their teenage years. and it just so happens that only two people in your class who had their timer still counting was you and the annoying arrogant boy who you despised, ricky. you were surprised to find his timer was still counting as boy had a reputation of being the playboy and heartthrob which you thought would guarantee an easier way for him to find the love of his life when he’s flirted with a countless number of people. It was embarrassing to be the only ones who didn’t find their soulmates so in order to not feel put of place and have enough of all the teasing, you both agree to fake date and pretend to be soulmates despite absolutely not wanting to be associated with one another. as you and ricky fake your relationship and you get to know ricky as time passed, you find yourself slowly falling for him as you find a new side but you kick that away, thinking you weren’t the ones fated to be anyways. At the night of your prom, your timer stopped and you were confused wondering who was the mysterious soulmate that you met. you assumed it was one of the boys you’ve met that night but you realized you didn’t feel any sparks around any of them. you notice ricky was off when you told him so as you tried to approach him about his sudden change of mood, a fight breaks out and ricky later reveals that his timer stopped a few days ago and it was at the moment he had realized he catched feelings for you.

⭒ kim gyuvin — the first sentence they say gets engraved to your arm

it was your first day at your new school, you certainly tried your best to make sure you were presentable and tried to make sure not a single embarrassing thing would happen especially on your first day. however as you walked through the corridors, trying to find your way to your first class, you clash with a boy skating through the hallways. just then, you see the word ‘kachow’ engraved into your arm and the words ‘what the hell’ engraved onto the arm of the boy who bumped into you. after the little incident and meeting your soulmate in a humiliating way, you avoid him the whole day. the word was too visible on your arm and it opened many questions from the people around you as to what happened, leaving you embarrassed for the impression you unfortunately had for your first day. as the day passed, gyuvin approaches you and apologizes wishing to start again and introduce himself properly, hoping to get to know you, looking forward to see why fate brought you two together, seriously.

⭒ park gunwook — shared emotions

you wished that you could finally talk to your soulmate, curious over why he felt happy and sad at random moments. your mood would be affected by his mood and your would affect his and you felt sorry for what he would go through especially when you would be crying over a movie. you had absolutely no idea who your soulmate could be and it was nearly impossible to find him through feeling his emotions alone. your best friend, gunwook was the only one who knew about this. he was your childhood friend and knew you like the back of your hand. you secretly held a crush on a boy in your class, ricky, hoping he’d be your soulmate. taking some moments as sharing the same emotion like just laughing at the same time. when you mustered up the courage to confess, ricky then reveals he had already found his soulmate and..it wasn’t you. you were left heartbroken and when you go visit your best friend to tell him about what happened, he cries with you, not knowing why, saying he also felt a sharp pain in his heart as well. then the realization hits you, why were you so heartbroken over the other boy, hoping he’d be yours when it turns out it’s just been the boy you knew your whole life and how could you not notice how it was just simply the boy in front of you, crying like you are.

⭒ han yujin — shared physical sensations

it was difficult to get through different times in your life knowing you could always feel what your soulmate was feeling. you would feel the burning fever if he was sick, the pain on your hip for no reason or a sharp pain in your ankle which you assumed would be from tripping down the stairs. getting by was hard feeling every single physical pain and sensation your soulmate had to go through, and you felt bad for him too. you decided to audition for a spot in your highschool football team, hoping to rekindle your love for the sport on your senior year . as you played through a game, you and another boy went head to head, seeing a fierce fight. as you decided to switch with your teammate to be a goal keeper for the last round, you and the boy got more tense as he heads to score through you. as he kicks the ball at the goal from afar, hoping it lands, it ends up landing on your head, making you faint and yujin fainting as well, leaving everyone around confused. when you wake up in the clinic, next to the boy from earlier, he finally introduces himself as yujin and he apologizes for what happened earlier. you question why he fainted and he says he has no idea, and thinks maybe it was because of his soulmate. the realization hits the both of you, and soon you both felt your hearts skip a beat at the same time.

a/n hey hi hello! haven’t posted in awhile so here are some scenarios I wrote up a long time ago. I am contemplating if I should write these as oneshots (maybe just short ones around 1-2k words each) , becuase I rlove the prompts for hao, ricky and hanbin hehe if you’re interested in any of these, please tell me! lmk what u guys think :]]

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[expectiations]

Do you have any yowzah headcanons?

anon, i am so so so sorry i took so long in answering this but to be fair, i consider this such a loaded question because GOSH the amount of headcanons i have about these two but okay okay i'm finally doing it.

River locks away some encounters with the Doctor and sometimes when she's cheeky - okay, she's always cheeky with them (who are we kidding) - she uses a totally random set of words to unlock those encounters.

Then the Doctor is just chilling with Companion or some random being - no, let's make the stakes higher. Doctor and Companion(s) running away from danger or are in a life-and-death situation and said words get uttered and the Doctor just goes ballistic and the poor companion doesn't have a clue. Their captors end up letting them go.

Said words are in different languages by the way.

River and 11 had kids. And 12. I mean it was implied that River's pregnant in The Impossible Astronaut/Day of the Moon sooo...

The Doctor has a habit of going back in time and meet up with different painters, poets, playwrights, sculptors, etc. to commission stuff with River as the subject.

After Area 51 happened for both of them, they would greet each other with the number of anniversaries they had lived through.

Older 11 does his best to soften the blows he knows young River will experience as she moves along her timeline.

11 bought an entire archeological set and placed them all in his bigger-on-the-inside pocket in case River would need one.

The Doctor hardly slept before River. After loosing her, they couldn't sleep in their bed anymore. Because they kept on reaching for her and kept finding it empty.

Older River loves winding up younger versions of the Doctor because an older Doctor did the same to younger her.

The Doctor has a room dedicated to stuff they think River would love.

River's lipsticks taste like sweets because the Doctor likes sweets.

The Doctor hates it when River puts her hair up in a ponytail. Considers it a crime worthy of being banned by the Shadow Proclamation.

The Doctor keeps one of River's guns hidden in the console.

River has met older regenerations of the Doctor but her memories of them are locked away.

Her memories of 12 pre-Darillium were unlocked when 12 uttered "Hello, Sweetie".

The Doctor (11) hangs red balloons whenever he and River are doing "humany-wumany stuff".

River's love for funny-looking socks rivals the Doctor's love for hats.

An older Doctor taught young River Gallifreyan; an older River corrects a younger Doctor's Gallifreyan.

They both tell each other bedtime stories. A younger Doctor would be told bedtime stories by an older River. A younger River would be told bedtime stories to help keep away the nightmares. When he began telling younger River bedtime stories, he realized he was the one who started that tradition and she was doing it with her past and him in mind.

River is Patience, the Doctor's wife on Gallifrey (invisible string theory)

#thanks for the ask!! #river song #the doctor #doctor who #doctor x river #eleventh doctor #yowzah #doctorriver #twelfth doctor #patience #thirteenth doctor #fourteenth doctor #fifteenth doctor #just listed some and not all because i have a 7:30am class UGH who thought classes at 7:30 fucking am is okay??