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Detachment Studies

A soulmate doesn’t always mean a lover. Sure, that’s how the romances go in the movies – revelations of matching soulmarks, followed by candlelit sex scenes – but real life is more complex than that. Plenty of twin sisters are born with matching marks. Sometimes, a mother gives birth to a baby who’s carrying her identical mark, and that mother and child will grow up each other’s best friend. Artists find their muses, and business executives find their right-hand-men, in their soulmates. It’s platonic just as often as it’s romantic. Torrid romances with soulmates can end – though, of course, lasting friendships usually form in their wake – and happy, successful marriages can be forged and maintained in the absence of matching marks.

Ransom’s parents, realists and pragmatists that they are, have drummed that into his head. “Don’t take it as a sign of destiny,” they tell him. “It’s a biological process, but like most biological processes, we’ve found ways to overcome it.” When Ransom – then young Justin – asks what that means, and aren’t they mated, they join hands and nod and sigh. “It’s like this, honey,” his mom explains. “It’s easiest to  remain physically close to your soulmate after you meet. But there are other ways around it, too. Many soulmates manage by just emailing each other a few times a week. They keep their mental synch that way. And even if you don’t – most people are okay.”

“They call those people detached,” Justin says. “Someone says Mrs. North is detached and that’s why she’s such a grump.”

“That’s a myth,” his father says. “The great majority of people can handle being detached, just like we can handle all the other stresses in our lives. You may not be as strong or as smart as you would be with a soulmate, but that doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you. Some people do have a hard time, but most detached folks are just like you and me. They’re not the people they would have been, but we’ve all got things about us that are less than perfect.”

“It’s stupid,” Justin says. “Why would God make us like that? Why do we need someone else to be the best we can be?”

“A lot of things life deals us are stupid,” his mother says with her characteristic sunny laugh. “The best we can do is to figure out how to deal with them.”

Justin goes on thinking the whole concept is bullshit. He gets into science, medicine and biology, trying to figure out what on earth is the point of soul mating. He never really gets an answer on that front. What he does discover is the detachment studies – the emerging art and science of helping those who, for whatever reason, have met their soulmates but now have to live without them. He decides he wants to go to medical school, create a practice built around helping the detached live their lives as fully and happily as possible.

All the while, the thought of his soulmate never really crosses his mind. If he meets them, he meets them. He’ll go from there.

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It’s late when he makes it home from practice and ends up in their bedroom, familiar blonde head resting comfortably on the pillow on the far side of the bed.

“This is an AU.” Johnson whispers, just to remind himself how lucky he is to get this world to himself. He slides under the blankets and slings an arm over Bitty, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck before settling down for bed. “Anything is possible.”

Bitty, well versed in the language of his weird and ridiculous goalie, just snuggles closer and lets himself drift back to sleep.

Uptown Girl: Part 7a

Notes: F I N A LLYYYY!!!!!! Smut/Angst/TwistEnding/FLuff/TimeJump 

there was a lot of things i changed - and I honestly feel really good about it. I hope you guys like this, feedback is appreciated! tags are at the end :D

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Window Of Opportunity - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Anonymous said: 4,6 and 13 with Sebastian Stan?? Or just 4&6 whatever you like better

4. “I had to see you again.” - 6. “I missed you.” - 13. “Come over here and make me, then.”

You always felt calmer at night time, perhaps it was the coolness of the air around you, or the quiet of the world which normally sounds over your own voice. People were going to bed now, some people already were in bed in fact, but for you your night had only just ended.

Sebastian walked you to your front door for the fifth time in two weeks. This little outing had just so happened to be your fifth date, and sadly it would be your last for a while. Tonight Sebastian was to leave on flight 103, he’ll be going to Ireland for a while to film for a movie and that’s why he’d rushed out as many dates as he could with you. Not that you were complaining about that.

The past two weeks have been amazing, you practically spent every day with him and the dates were always a surprise, he insisted on it. Thankfully you’d managed to get him to agree to going on dates planned only by you when he returns, just so it will be fair.

He’d taken you to posh restaurants, a fortune teller, a concert for your favourite band, camping. Your favourite date was the one where you had a sleepover at Sebastian’s but you did it like a ‘proper teenage girls dream’; that isn’t to say it was extravagant or anything. You made a huge bed fort, ate junk food, watched rom coms (which Sebastian had a surprising affinity for), gossiped, and then made out for a bit. Whilst that was your favourite, tonight had ended pretty well after he took you out for a couple of drinks until the sunset went away, then he’d taken you to go stargazing.

Sebastian picked a star for the two of you to share, though you knew it would probably be impossibly to find it again amidst the millions of other tiny white dots in the sky, you promised to look at it every night and think of him. He promised to do the same thing.

“Are you sure you’re not cold?” Sebastian asked, you’d dressed in a nice summer dress but now that it was around midnight you had felt a little regret not bringing a jumper or something.

You rolled your eyes at him, “calm down babe, we’re almost at my house.” You slowed down your pace slightly and clasped your hand around his, allowing him to lace his fingers between yours. You continued to walk together, your conjoined hands swinging between you as the silence took over once more.

Talking wasn’t a necessity between you and Seb anymore, not after the days you’d spent just properly getting to know one another. Now you were just comfortable. And it broke your heart to think that this might end; once he’s gone on that flight you’ll have to put a lot of faith on Sebastian and hope that when he returns he’ll still want to be in a relationship with you, of course you’ll have skype and texting to sate any desires for a connection with him through the weeks he’ll be gone. But part of you was worried that you’ll just slowly drift apart, he will be in a different time zone as well which just adds more problems.

His hand suddenly tightened yours and you looked up to see him giving you a gentle glare fixed on your eyes, “get out of your head, okay?” Gulping, you nodded your head and shrugged your shoulders as some sort of apology. He understood what you meant and leaned in to kiss your forehead. “We’re here.” He announced.

Looking up, you found your house to indeed be in front of you. And it had suddenly turned into a very lonely looking sight. “I’m going to miss you,” you admitted, turning away from the two story house that now seemed like an empty mansion you no longer wanted, “a lot.”

“I’m going to miss you too, but, you know, I’ll be back soon and when I do get back we can have another sleepover or something.” Sebastian had to bend his knees slightly so he could look into your eyes, the expression on his face was bright. He had a smile filling his face and those blue eyes of his that you loved were practically shining. It all just showed how much confidence he had in your relationship and that really helped with making you believe in it as well. “Now you go to bed, I’ll call you when I land in Ireland okay?”

“All right,” you said this with a lot more glee, your boyfriends happy spirit apparently being contagious. Automatically, your arms went and wrapped around his neck so that you were able to pull yourself up to begin kissing him. Seen as it was going to be your last kiss for a while you took some liberties, not caring that you were stood outside and not in the privacy of your bedroom.

Five minutes of kissing must have passed before Sebastian managed to form enough energy to refrain from you, this sort of refrain you didn’t possess though you felt it would have been quite helpful. “Okay, goodbye, Y/N.”

“Bye.” You kissed him once more.

He kept this kiss much shorter than the other one. “I’m serious, goodbye.”

You nodded your head, “goodbye.”

“Bye.” He began to walk backwards.

“Bye.” you responded back, trying to keep the goofy smile from forming on your lips. It became impossible though as Seb almost fell over, he managed to refrain his balance after a second though. “You okay?” You asked through the giggles.

“Yep, goodbye.”

“Bye.” You said again, watching him walk down the drive. And then once he got to the end of the street you decided to call out his name. “Seb!”

He turned around to face you, and you could just imagine the confused expression he must have had on his face. “Yeah?!” He called back.

“I miss you!”

You believe you saw the white glint of his teeth appear beneath the bright street light, “I miss you too!” He called back, beginning to walk away again.

Finally you got into your home, no longer feeling as bothered by its emptiness and concerning yourself more with how excited you were for him to return. You kept your mind busy on that, knowing if you let it stray then you might make yourself sad again and Seb would just whine at you if you did that.

So instead you got ready for bed. You put on your pyjamas, brushed your teeth, and got into bed. You decided to put on a movie for a little bit, choosing to watch Civil War for obvious reasons. By the time that was over, you were starting to feel drowsy and so you cuddled up against your pillows and allowed sleep to take over you. Only, you never truly got it as you began to hear some banging against the window.

The sound had you jumping out of your bed and reaching for the bat you always kept at the end of your bed. As a female living alone in her twenties, you were always scared about intruders, hence the unused (until today) steel bat that had been your comfort through the years. The noise was coming from your window, and when you turned to it, hoping to catch the sight of an idiot bird or something, you were surprised to see Sebastian’s head appearing from the side, a guilty expression on his face.

You couldn’t believe it. You even turned the light on, just to make sure you weren’t dreaming things but not even the light made his silhouette in the window disappear. Curse words escaped your lips as you opened the window, allowing Seb to climb in.

“Hello,” he said, dusting off imaginary dirt from his clothes. “Miss me?”

Words were hard to form at first, everything you tried to say came out as a stuttered mess. Of course you were happy to see him, you were always happy to see Seb but it was rather strange him appearing at two in the morning via your window of all places. He must have climbed up the pipe next to your window, and that image alone made your mind swirl once more. “What?” It was the only word you managed to get out, when really you wanted to rant to him about how dangerous it was and how strange it was as well.

He raised an eyebrow at your one word, having to decide for himself exactly which part you were asking about. “I had to see you again,” he explained slowly. Your reaction wasn’t exactly a confidence booster; the slightly angry (or disturbed, he couldn’t really tell) expression on your face conveyed the idea that you didn’t want him there.

“Why?” One word questions seemed to be working out for you and so you decided to stick with that until you manage to get all your senses back into working order.

His shoulders raised and then dropped, “I missed you.”

A laugh escaped you then, it only lasted a second but you knew it had made you seem a little insane. You had no more words to use in your limited vocabulary and so you simply embraced him, your arms taking their usual spot around his neck. It was an amazing feeling, so amazing you found it hard to name. It was an overwhelming sense of love that swirled violently in your belly yet only brought happiness despite it’s aggression. You’d never thought of yourself as a lucky person, yet here you stand at two in the morning feeling like a truly blessed girl.

And it was all because of Sebastian. This man had made sure your two weeks together had been amazing. This man had kept you so distracted on the first date that your anxiety couldn’t get in the way and spoil it. This man had decided you were worth giving up his last few moments before going back to work. This man… was just amazing. And yours.

Tears began to escape your eyes and when Sebastian felt the dampness hit his neck he pulled back slightly so he could look at your face, “what’s wrong?!” His hand that had settled on your waist rose up to wipe away the tears.

“I don’t know, I’m just so happy.” The smile that filled his face was adorable, and it just made that aggressive swirling in your belly begin to hit your insides harder. “Is it too early to say that I love you?”

“Probably. But I feel the same way so who cares?”

You didn’t kiss him, instead you hugged him tighter and Sebastian knew why. You’d already told him that you thought that a hug was a much more powerful thing than a kiss. A hug told the person that you were equal to them, and that you were happily bonded with them. A kiss could distract a person, whilst a hug was an innocent and much more romantic way of declaring companionship.

Once you were finished squeezing him as tight as you could, you pulled away and wiped away any remaining tears from your eyes. “You have to go now,” the words hurt to say but you knew it was the right thing to do.

His eyebrows scrunched together, “why?”

“Because what if some paparazzi saw you climbing into my bloody window in the middle of the night, it will be so bad for your image Seb.” You thought this was a good reason, but he still didn’t seem to care. Instead of doing as you’d ordered, he moved even further away from your window and took a seat on your bed. Bouncing on it as he sat down. “Sebastian Stan, you need to go.” You stretched out the ‘o’, finding that you sounded very much like a child when you did it but you hoped your whining would get him to actually listen.

“My car is outside and it’s got all my luggage in it, my phone has an alarm on it telling me when I need to leave. I thought this through. So, if you still want me to leave…” He began to empty out his pockets, placing his keys and phone onto your bed side table. Once he’d done that, he laid down on the bed, placing his arms behind his head, “come over here and make me, then.”