'An affair of the heart' ROs X
cherry valley forever
Keni
Show & Tell
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Acquired Stardust
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Andulka
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Stranger Things
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Claire Keane
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
AnasAbdin
taylor price
trying on a metaphor

Janaina Medeiros

shark vs the universe
hello vonnie
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'An affair of the heart' ROs X

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Spicy Snippet #1: Orion
As a thank you for 6k, I will write a variation of romantic/suggestive stuff for the ROs. I don't usually write in those contexts because I like sticking to canon in order not to spoil it when the the time comes in-story, but I think we are overdue for some! Starting with Orion!
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I know, I know. It took 2 months to write the second drabble from the poll but...this is not even a drabble anymore. Instead, it's more of a collection of scenes mostly because if I do write how Orion found and began managing the band it would be an entire chapter. I will say that I condensed this due to that, but if I ever do write the whole thing it might look a *little* different. I had to cut corners and shorten scenes for the sake of length. Still, hope you like it! (This is 4, 363 words btw. what is wrong with me) I should probably find a more efficient way to share such long works but whatevs. As always, ignore any mistakes or typos or wordy sentences or sentences that probably make no sense upon reading it a second time. I don't edit drabbles and I always just publish the first drafts. haha.
Don't mind me, I'm just imagining my MC writing letters to her family to help deal with the grief. She also ended up befriending a murder of crows in her melancholy, so she kinda wanders around as an omen of death. Anyway, how are you doing?
Scenario Questions:
How would the ROs react to finding MC hiding from people during a party and crying alone? (in the crush stage?)
How would the ROs (and others) react to finding a box containing letters to MC's dead family? How would they react to finding letters addressed to them? confession letter that was hidden away because mc is too afraid to say anything?
Also, how would Helios feel if he ran into MC one morning (they have a relatively positive acquaintanceship) and MC says, "Good morning, Sunshine!" without thinking-- then becoming a flustered mess.
Thank you for this story. I quite like it so far. I don't like to admit it, but a big factor of why I like this game is the angst. I want soft and healthy relationships, but that will take quite some time to reach if at all. Anyways, thank you again. Take care <3
Hi, anon!
This is kind of funny because I wanted to start chapter 2 with journal pages so the player could pick choices to describe how the last few years were, I think I'll do it for chapter 3 so... 🫣
I'm doing okay, hope you're doing well!
I'll do the first prompt then slowly do the others (I am very slow...) 💗
Also, I'm certain most people who like my IF live for angst because that's honestly the main tag of this story, happiness is nonexistent.
Fadiya
Fadiya had been searching for MC for a while, growing increasingly worried as the party continued without them. When she finally found them, her heart ached at the sight of their tear-streaked face. She knew how crushing it could be to feel alone in a room full of people. Fadiya approached MC with a softness in her eyes, her words carefully chosen to offer comfort without pushing too much. As she sat beside MC, Fadiya couldn't help but feel protective of them, as though they were a small bird that needed shelter from the storm.
For as long as you need me, I will be here.
Helios
Helios kept a respectful distance, not wanting to intrude on their space, he knew he couldn’t erase their pain but he hoped to offer some solace.
Leaning against a nearby pillar, Helios observed MC silently, his heart aching at the sight of their tears. His hand twitched, an instinct to reach out and offer comfort, yet he hesitated. His mind was conflicted, torn between his desire to be there for them and the boundaries that he had established.
But even as the dichotomy of his feelings warred within him, he couldn’t stop himself from crossing the line.
Let me be selfish just once.
Hunter
Hunter had been making their rounds around the party when they caught sight of MC, huddled in a corner and crying silently.
They knew that they couldn't fix everything, but they were determined to at least make them smile. As Hunter approached MC, their charming smile was in full force. They knew that laughter was the best medicine, and Hunter was more than willing to be the court jester if it meant bringing a smile to MC's face.
It wouldn't solve everything, but seeing the smile on MC's face was worth more to Hunter than anything else.
Let me take your mind off your troubles, even if it is just for a moment.
Soarine
Soarine had been scanning the party when she noticed MC's absence. Her heart sank when she found them, hiding away and crying.
Without hesitation, Soarine approached MC, she had always been good at comforting others, and with MC, it came naturally.
With a gentle smile, she began speaking, her words flowing easily from her lips despite how. She didn't have any magic words to make the pain go away, but she hoped that her words could offer some sort of comfort.
You are not alone, I'm here for you.
Vincent
Vincent had always been the type to let his actions speak louder than words, and this situation was no different. As he approached MC, he could feel his heart racing with worry for them.
Though he was terrible at comforting others with words, Vincent knew that sometimes the best comfort was just being there, a solid presence for someone to lean on.
He didn't say anything, didn't try to offer empty platitudes or meaningless comfort. He simply stood beside MC, a wall of unwavering support, offering his silent presence as a reminder that they were not alone.
You can rely on me.
Hey Coe, do you remember that ask a while back with the three scenarios? You answered the one about the ROs finding MC crying at a party, but what about the other two? I can't link the ask as anon, but I trust you know what I'm talking about?
I'm really curious about the other scenarios and I hope you can answer them soon. You don't have to, but I'd appreciate it ;-;
I do! I was in the process of writing it but now I'll speed through it since people are actually waiting for it 😭
This is the second one!
How would the ROs (and others) react to finding a box containing letters to MC's dead family? How would they react to finding letters addressed to them? confession letter that was hidden away because mc is too afraid to say anything?
Fadiya
The weight of the emotions contained within the pages would make tears well up in her eyes. The weight of their pain would become her pain, and the significance of their grief would leave an indelible mark on her.
If she found a confession letter, the revelation would freeze her in surprise.
For a fleeting moment, Fadiya stands there, her usual chatter silenced, her vibrant spirit momentarily subdued.
Her heart pulsates with a tumultuous mix of excitement and uncertainty as if caught in the delicate balance between the anticipation of newfound affection and the hesitance of the unknown.
Helios
I think Helios wouldn't go through the box unless it was conveniently open for him to see. He values privacy and understands the importance of personal boundaries.
However, if the box happened to be open or left in plain sight, his eyes would be drawn to the letters, and against his better judgment, he would find himself skimming through them.
He would feel a lot of guilt as he reads them. Each sentence is like a dagger to his conscience, a reminder of the irreversible pain his father inflicted upon MC and their loved ones.
If he found a confession letter then I think he would mainly feel disbelief and confusion. Could he allow himself to embrace the possibility of something despite the past?
Hunter
As they read through the heartfelt letters addressed to MC's deceased family, a somber understanding settles in their eyes.
Their heart would skip a beat if they discover a letter addressed to them.
Time would feel like it momentarily slowed, the weight of realization settles upon them like a feather and a boulder all at once.
The revelation that MC harbors feelings for them stirs a tender warmth deep within Hunter's heart.
It is a warmth that seems to thaw the layers of caution and reserve that has been shielding their heart for a long time.
Soarine
Soarine notices the small things so her finding the box isn't too surprising.
Her gaze dances over the heartfelt words addressed to MC's deceased family, a fleeting glimpse of sympathy and understanding crossing her face.
If she found a letter that bears her name, she would be intrigued. Her eyes widen ever so subtly, a spark of surprise and curiosity igniting within. Soarine's fingers delicately trace the lines of the letter, her touch a gentle acknowledgment of the vulnerability it holds.
I think the letter would bring forth a mix of delight and excitement, as if a long-awaited treasure has been bestowed upon her.
Vincent
Somehow I think Vincent would know the existence of the box before seeing it. He's weirdly observant, okay? Just like Helios, I doubt he would go through the letters unless it was open in front of him. I think he wouldn't read the ones addressed to MC's family, understanding that those words were meant solely for them and their departed loved ones.
But then, his gaze would freeze upon a particular letter, one that carries his name. His usually guarded expression would soften, revealing a mix of astonishment, vulnerability, and a hint of fear.
I think he would laugh, not mockingly or dismissively, but with an overwhelming sense of disbelief at the confession written in the letter.

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Praying for your inbox. 41 and trying to hold Sebastian's hand?
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10 with orion? 👀
Next RO~ ( I'll do 1 for each RO + the poly and then do the rest :>)
10. "Please... what am I doing wrong?" "What aren't you doing wrong?!" (i changed it just a bit)
saw all the oc edits for @infamous-if and wanted to join in the fun! featuring my mc’s band overclouded. I personally hc that Rowan drew the logo in like 5 minutes and the band decided to use it for shits and giggles and it just stuck, and that Orion hates it lol.
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❝ i never realized how much i needed you until you were the only person who wasn't there. ❞ For the yearning prompt and Gabriel ♥
not proof read, we die men cowards here.
Your head is pounding, the pain so great it feels as if your brain is trying to escape the captivity of your skull, a side effect of the tumour, you remember your doctor telling you the headaches would only get worse. You just didn’t realise how much worse. The cold tiles of your bathroom floor pressing into your shoulders and lower back maybe aren’t helping the pain either but you can’t bring yourself to get up, to move, you’re struggling even to keep the thoughts churning. You think you might throw up and you audibly groan, loud enough for the sound to echo off the tiled walls and back down at you because despite being in the perfect place to do so, the toilet standing next to you is of little use to you if you can’t sit up.
👀👀 how would everybody in the crushing stage react if mc gave them a super thoughtful (and maybe romantic if you squint hehe) handmade gift like a scrapbook or painting or something? also how would andrei react? thank you! 💛
Since no explicit gender was established, I’m using gender neutral pronouns! I hope that’s okay!! ❤️
MC: “Here, I made this for you.”
Alex
Alex takes the gift reluctantly, unsure of how to react. “I feel like I haven’t been nice enough to warrant any kind of gift.” They look at you, quirking a small smile. “But I can’t say I dislike it. Now I have to think of something to give you.”
“You don’t have to—“
“If it means making you feel how I feel now, then yes, I do. I can’t let you one-up me.” Alex walks backwards, retreating to their room. The mischievous smile on their face is one you’ve seen often enough, but it holds a new sort of warmth that Alex has never shown you. They almost look…shy, but that can’t be, right? Alex doesn’t get shy—
Right?!
Perry
“Oh—“ Perry stares down at the gift, eyes wide. He takes it from your hand, his throat bobbing. “Thank you, this—is sweet.” He smiles a little, raising his hand to cover his mouth, almost as if he can’t suppress his happiness. “I don’t know what to say.”
His hazel eyes dim with an emotion you can’t place when he meets your eyes again. “I will treasure this. This is the best thing anyone has ever given me, thank you.”
Noah/Nora
N stares at the gift with wide, almost panicked eyes. “For me?”
You nod.
“But…why?” Seemingly realizing how that sounds, N shakes their head fervently. “Not that I don’t like it, I’m just—just surprised—ah, I don’t—“ N’s pale cheeks brighten into a flush so deep it reminds you vaguely of a tomato. “I don’t know what to say.”
You push the gift toward them and they take it cautiously, their lip twitching as if they’re hesitant to smile.
“Thanks.” N ducks their head, letting their hair fall in front of their face. It’s in that moment that N feels confident enough to smile. You suppose they thought you couldn’t see…
Dani
Dani looks down at the gift, staring at it. “What’s this?” It comes off almost suspiciously, but with a hint of nervousness that’s never been there before.
“For you,” you repeat, pushing the gift to their chest.
Dani swallows, grabbing the gift with delicate fingers. They let out a small exhale through parted lips. “For me? Why?”
You huff. Geez, can they just take the gift?
Fortunately, a second later they do.
“Thank you.” Dani shoots you a rare, reluctant smile. It brightens their whole face. “I’m grateful for it. I will get you something in return—“
“You don’t—“
“I want to,” Dani says, more firmly this time. They hold your gaze in a way that makes you warm.
Kade/Kiera
K’s brows shoot up in surprise, and they grab the gift. “I didn’t get you anything.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“It’s not my birthday yet—“
“I know.”
“We’re not celebrating anything—“
“I know,” you echo. “I just wanted to.”
“You just wanted to…” K’s voice trails off. You catch them exhale slowly, before looking back at you with a smirk. “Is this your way of getting on my good side? Because…well, it’s working.” Their voice lowers into a mumble at the last word and they look up at you behind their lashes almost nervously.
Catching K off guard? It feels like a victory.
Finn/Fera
“For me!?” F takes the gift, their mouth shaped into a firm O of surprise. “Thank you!” F hurries to open it, and they laugh a little. “You should’ve told me, I would’ve gotten you something!”
F looks up at you, their toothy grin almost blinding. “I’m really happy.“ F looks back down at the gift, a secret smile on their face. “You make me happy, MC.”
Oof. Doesn’t F know not to say such things so casually?
Everett/Eva
E quirks a brow at the gift. “This is mine?”
You nod.
E laughs a little; a small, almost imperceptible huff of a breath. “What did I do to deserve this?”
“I just wanted to give it to you.”
E holds your gaze for a moment, their eyes darting around every inch of your face. You sense they’re searching for something, and it makes you fidget. “Careful, or I’d think you find me special, MC.” The teasing in their voice shifts into something else entirely: into something softer, heavier with meaning.
The cool expression on their face finally melts into a small smile. “Thank you.”
Andrei
The tears begin forming in his eyes, and he takes it with shaking hands. “F-for me?”
“Andrei, don’t make it a big deal—“
“THANK U SO MUCH I AM GOING TO FRAME THIS I WILL STARE AT IT EVERY MORNING.”
“Sigh.”
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How would Perry and E react to a MC in their early twenties being in love with them? How would they deal with the age gap, especially if they were on the younger side like 20?
GREATTT QUESTION because I’ve decided this will probably come up in-story (especially for E)
E’s arc has a lot to do with their job and what they do for work and how it impacts them personally, so dating someone younger would make them feel like they’re doing a disservice to MC by having MC focus on them. They’d think that they’re not worth MC’s affections or time. E especially doesn’t want to be the person who inadvertently breaks their heart by not being…around. One thing someone has to accept when they date E is that their job is their life. It’s who they are. They’ve lost friends and relationships due to how intertwined they are with their job. They’d fear MC is just the next in line, but they’d also understand: MC is young. E wouldn’t understand why MC would want to waste their time with a thirty-something who rarely ever has time to do anything.
Their thought process is basically, “you’re young, you can be with anyone, why me? Be with someone your age who can be there for you the way you deserve.”
This would apply to older MCs as well, but the worry of MC wasting their young years on E wouldn’t be there aha
A lot of it is E being miserable over having to choose between MC and their job lol
Perry: Perry would feel the same, but for reasons that lie more in the fact that he would question himself often lol. He’d think that he’s not actually as good as MC thinks, or that MC is just blinded by the circumstances. He’d think that serving as some sort of mentor for MC would confuse them into thinking that Perry is this amazing person and that eventually the other shoe would drop and MC would realize Perry is not all that cracked up to be. I can’t say much on Perry because it kind of falls into spoiler territory for their character arc but yeah
Perry’s arc digs deeper into the sense of “unworthiness” but we have to read and see!
thank you for the ask! 🫶
✨Holiday Mistletoe 🎄✨
So, because of Discord discussions and popular demand, here is Watson under the mistletoe—
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The trees outside were white from frost, and a thin layer of snow coated the sidewalks. Inside, you and company were warm and very content from heated drinks of spice and sugar and rum.
“What say you, Sherlock?” Watson spoke loudly over the rumble of merriment and chatter.
The fire hummed its soft sound.
“I say nothing until I know what I agree to, my good companion.” You were smiling from nothing. Contentment, perhaps.
May it last forever.
The bright-eyed doctor, without escaping your gaze, left their chair at the table and joined you at the chaise, and dipped their form to your ear. “I said—would you care to join me in grabbing the wine from the cellar?”
There was something in their tone. Unspoken words. You felt compelled to act as they asked, but just as much, you felt you might escape out of a window. Nervous, and you did not know—
“Why…?” you whispered.
“I wish for it to be you,” they said in yet another new tone.
You swallowed hard. Half excitement, half worry. “Yes. Yes, of course. Anything else would be nonsensical. Would it not?”
Watson did not reply with more than a smile. Always with the one that reaches the corner of their bright eyes.
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The moments as you stepped down to the kitchen and through to the cellar were most ordinary. Filled with nothing but words of already-eaten food and newly uncovered pieces of gossip.
You had gleaned a mistletoe as you passed through the kitchen—and you had wondered who had put it there. Perhaps the young maid, the ever-romantic Anne?
Watson told you to wait by the cold threshold of the wine and cheese (and a few experiments). Perhaps because of the smell emitting from beyond the cellar. It was a stench of its very own. Something quite disgusting, intriguing, and with a hint of mould. And so, when your friend returned with two—then four bottles of wine, you weren’t thinking much beyond how that stench had tickled your senses so.
Mayhaps you would have noticed before it was too late—if that was truly a worry you held—that carrying the bottles and walking side by side in the narrowing space meant you almost crashed into one another through the doorway. The doorway, which, at the top of the frame, held a sprig of green with a bright red ribbon around it.
“Sherlock…”
“I swear I did not put it there, Watson.”
“I did not say you did—“
“Watson—you have to believe me.”
“I do—”
“Really, I would not do something so foolish as to—“
“Sherlock, I have to tell you that I—“
“It was probably Anne, she’s always doing silly things such as—“
“It was I,” the confession came out of their lips, and you replayed it over and over until you accepted the words but yet could not catch the meaning.
“You?”
“Foolishly. I thought—I thought wrong. You would not, with me. And so I think it best if—“
You wanted them to know they were wrong. Oh, so wrong. In haste, you wrapped an arm around Watson’s neck and pulled them in. A quick touch of lip upon lip as a lul filled the room. Followed by an echo that appeared in your ears as blood rushed there and everywhere. You cursed the shortness in length and in breath as the moment ended.
Much too soon.
—Pure cruelty—really, if it is like this, perhaps it should not have existed at all, for the promise was too sweet to be taken away now—
“… Sherlock…”
What have I done—
Before they manage to shake off their stunned expression and get their wits returned, you skip up the stairs and deliver the bottles of wine to a cheering crowd.
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A few of the guests had left hours past, Adler had sworn they were not yet beginning, and Mrs Hudson was sleeping in the chaise lounge.
All was as it should be.
Except…
It was snowing again. And beginning with your fears of planting an unwelcome kiss—ending in your untimely escape—Watson and you had been avoiding each other the rest of the night.
And, again, you felt a need to correct the misunderstanding. But, this time, for reasons unknown to you, Watson was not there to ease your mind as they always did.
So when you saw them going outside in the cold with one of the bottles of wine, you followed. After a few minutes of summoning the courage. Wanting needing to end this confusion—
Once and for all—
Come what may.
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You found them by the small tree behind the house. Wine neck in hand, lips to the lip.
“You might run hot, but is this not testing it to its limit?” You tried to make the sound light, but it came out quite as worried as you were. Besides, their lack of proper winter attire bothered you. They should know better.
“I needed the air. Besides.” With Watson’s back still to you, above them, the condensation of their hot breath disappeared. “You never wear the scarf nor the mittens.”
“…”
“…”
“Are you really bringing that up right now, Watson, you are ridic—”
“I need to tell you something, Sherlock.” There is one last swig, and then the empty bottle clinked as it was carefully placed by the tree. Like an offering. A prayer.
Watson’s shape turned, and you saw their ice-blue eyes framed by lashes like the tree’s frost-covered branches. You moved without thinking to be by their side, felt their cheek and the cold touch of it. They—in turn—placed their hand firmly on yours. Warm, despite the chill.
“I care for you. Madly, lovingly—romantically.”
“Watson… I…” The word felt trapped in your soul. You looked away, but now their hand guided you to meet the gaze yet again. Then the words spilt, “I care for you too.”
Watson had this uncanny ability to make you more unsteady and yet more steadied than any. Your legs were of jelly, and yet they held you in place with a soft touch.
“I—it’s a tradition,” you say, digging in your pocket and holding up the bundle of twigs from before. “Kissing under the mistletoe. Silly little habit, but… Perhaps worth another attempt?” you say, right as they kiss you. This time for longer. For what feels like an eternity. As the snow melts away, and the cold is nothing to their warmth.
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Stitched to your heart, forever on your mind, ever by your side.
Always.
The detective and their doctor.
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✨HAPPY HOLIDAYS!✨
Love you all ❤️
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Starting off the week by giving you the opportunity to look at this gorgeous Constantine art that @enspey created for our first commissioned piece for Next in Line.
I can't stop looking at him -
send help ~
To those of you who love a shaved Constantine, don't worry you can still headcanon that ;)
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2000 Followers
We hit this milestone a little bit ago but I wasn’t quite certain what I wanted to do until now.
First things first, I’d like to thank you all for supporting Absentia. I adore interacting with you all and I love to see all of the theories that you come up with when in regards to the Kidnapper’s identity (and whatever else). I’m so honored that I get to have Readers like all of you that are so loving and absolutely amazing. I can’t wait for you all to get back into Absentia when Chapter One is finally rereleased into the public demo.
Until then I’d just like to do something fun for you all! There will be three prizes for everyone who wishes to participate— it’s not at all mandatory— in this little event.
1st Place: Commission of your MC and chosen RO** // Option to create your own reoccurring character within Absentia // Medium Drabble
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3rd Place: Option to create your own character within Absentia
** Artist hasn’t been chosen yet.
All you have to do? Simply reblog or comment on this post and you’ll automatically be entered into the pool. This will be open for everyone until the end of August/Early September!
I hope you all have fun! Thank you again for being so wonderful and supporting me on this journey.
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