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         frankie  loves  iced  coffee.  i’m  not  sure  from  where  this  headcanon  has  arisen?  but  ever  since  i’ve  had  him  as  a  muse,  it  has  been  a  given  in  my  mind?  my  pinterest  board  for  him  is  50%  iced  coffee  pics  at  this  point. 

“on record, i never said i’d be the strongest,” eve remarked, struggling to carry a larger box. 

          “i think one good thing that came out of the way my mom raised me is that i wasn’t brought up with religion of any kind. if i wanted one i was free to choose it but that was that.” though then again saying her mom raised her was a stretch. but judy could find the silver lining in just about anything.

soulmate au prompts. Send a ❣️ for a random soulmate au.

27. the one where you can transfer any injuries/pain your soulmate has onto yourself.

From what she’d seen in her life, Ruth hated soulmates and wanted nothing to do with them. She had been a paramedic, at least a third of the calls she had gotten were to take people to the hospital for severely injuring themselves for the sake of finding their fucking soulmate. And god if that weren’t twisted enough, there were others she had to take to the hospital for finding their soulmate. Montana soulmates were hardcore. 

(There were more than three instances where people found their soulmates after finding them mauled by the local wildlife. And god that was not the way she wanted to go.) 

And then that fucking cult rolled around and she was terrified of finding her soulmate that way. She’d heard of soldiers finding their soulmates while they were at war. She didn’t want that. Not when it felt like the world was ending. Lucky for her, she didn’t. 

Instead it all ended, the Seeds were arrested and shipped off to federal custody. She moved she and her son to New York. Her brother let them stay with him for a bit while she found an apartment. A steady place to stay while she raised enough money to buy a house. 

Whitehorse had called out to so many of his connections in bigger cities with the idea of her becoming a detective and that’s exactly what happened. They picked her up for organized crime with ease. She had been working with Detective Isles for a while. There were a good few cases that were joint between organized crime and homicide, which wasn’t too surprising. 

“Ow!” The swear was held back between her clenched teeth, “Paper cuts? Nah, plastic cuts are where it’s at.” She was complaining via joke and it got a snort from the pretty detective, who took a step closer to look at it. 

“Ohhh, that is nasty.” And she took her hand, presumably to get a better look at it. And then it was gone. “Ow!” The cut was now on her finger. And they stared at eachother for a minute.