#and explain who they were and where to whoever jazz's soulmate turned out to be

[ekat-fandom-blog]

It was Jazz's 18th birthday. Finally. She was so excited. Her, Danny, Mom, and Dad were going to stay up until 12:15 AM in order to know if she has a soulmate or not. Mom and Dad were. (Not that they flaunted it much. They forgot that others didn't just know.) She really hoped she had one, too.

It had been a great day. Tucker and Sam came over to give her presents. The food didn't come back to life. Everything they ate was actually edible. The presents were just what she wanted. Mom and Dad didn't even disappear to work on things downstairs. It was too good to be true. Anxiety started to well up inside of her. Everything had been great so far, so there had to be something that would go wrong.

But nothing went wrong. It was going so smoothly, Mom and Dad had commented on it. It was 5 minutes to 12 and still nothing had happened that would make this day less than perfect.

The thought struck her then: What if she didn't have a soulmate? It was very much possible. Not everyone had one. She knew Tucker's and Sam's parents didn't have soulmates. She knew that even though her parents were soulmates, it didn't mean she would. She knew that having a soulmate was a chance.

She'd always been so certain she'd have one, though. That she'd be in her body at 11:59 PM on the night of her 18th birthday and be in her soulmate's at 12 AM. She'd been certain that she'd spend 24 hours trying to figure out who her soulmate was and how to find them. She'd been certain that she'd get to know some of their family and friends in those hours.

Now, she wasn't so certain. Now, she was scared that she'd been deluding herself with fairy tales for years. Now, she was nearly certain that she'd be facing disappointment when she opened her eyes.

...

When she opened her eyes? When did she close them?

Blinking open her eyes, she looked around. At first she had no idea what she was seeing. There were people around her. They were all wearing costumes for some reason.

"Zatanna?" The man closest to her asked in concern. "What happened, love?"

Her brain was moving pretty slow, but the only thing she could think of was that not only was her soulmate - Zatanna? - part of a strange cosplay group for characters she'd never heard of, but is probably going out with the greasy blonde dressed like a homeless person.

Her soulmate being in love with someone else wasn't something she'd considered, but it was enough to ruin her entire day.

[thorne93]

The Stars Made Us (Part 11)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 2790

Warnings: angst and language throughout

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter​​​​  and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @dontshootmespence​​​​, thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​​​​, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong​​​​ and @arrow-guy​​​​ and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​​​

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

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On the plane ride down, you weren’t sure what to think of everything. Of course you were excited to start this new chapter of your life, but you were still very aware of everything you’d be leaving behind. 

You had to meet with your landlord to give up your office space, tell your patients that you would reach out on communicating with them later, tell your parents, box up your house, put your house up for sale… It was a lot to do in one week. Thankfully, Charles was there to help you with it all. He could box the house while you got things sorted on the business side of things. 

First thing’s first, going to your parents. They hadn’t heard much from you in a month. You’d only called twice, but you kept it vague, as you wouldn’t be sure when you might return home, or even if you were staying. 

“So I thought we could swing by my parents first,” you stated as you two got through airport security. “They deserve to know what’s going on, and I think they’d like to meet you first and all that jazz.” 

“Sounds good to me. I am here for whatever you need, darling,” he cooed as he held your hand, kissing it and stroking your knuckles. “Just point me in the direction you need.” 

A warm grin spread on your face while walking through the terminal before hailing a taxi. Both of you got in with your luggage and you gave him your parents address, which was over an hour away from the airport. 

“Is it embarrassing to admit that I’m nervous?” Charles asked once you got out onto the road. 

You blushed and grabbed his hand. “No, I think it’s absolutely adorable.” 

“Of course you would, you're my mate. But I’m over thirty, meeting your parents shouldn’t have me giddy like a schoolboy meeting your parents on prom night. It’s ridiculous.”

“Don’t look now, Charles, but I think it means you’re actually caring for me,” you teased.

“I’ve always cared for you,” he said emphatically, no joking in his voice at all.

All you could do was stare back into those haunting eyes and give the tiniest of smiles. 

You settled in together for the ride and leaned into each other. 

Eventually, you were home -- well your home away from home. The place where you grew up and your sanctuary when you were in college and med school. Once you paid the fare and grabbed your bags, you set up towards the steps. You tried the door, but it was locked. You pulled out your keys from your purse and tried the old house key. It was in the lock and… click. 

You opened the door and waved Charles in behind you.

“Hey, anybody here?” you called out. When no one responded, you turned to Charles. “Well this was home sweet home for a while. This was where I was when we first… communicated,” you informed with a soft smile. 

“I’d very much like to see--” 

“Y/N?” your mom’s voice sounded from the end of the hallway. Your eyes went straight to the sound. 

“Mom!” you said happily before walking to her and giving her a hug. Your dad right behind her in the hallway. 

“Short Stack?” he greeted, calling you by your nickname. 

You let go of your mom and then hugged your dad. “It’s so good to see you both.” 

Your parents looked at you, holding you in their gaze before their eyes flashed back to Charles. You laughed slightly before backing up and taking his hand again. “Mom, Dad… This is X.” You peered at him with love in your eyes. “Or, his real name, Charles Xavier.” 

They stared at you both, their eyes darting back and forth between you two, before finally landing on your face.

“This is him?” your dad exclaimed.

“He’s the guy?” your mom said simultaneously

“He’s the one who hurt you?” your dad said.

“The one who ignored you for a year.” 

“The one that let you think you’d done something wrong?!” 

“He’s… he’s… he isn’t worthy of your love!” 

You frowned, confused. You had no idea your parents would react this way. You thought they’d be happy for you. 

Letting go of Charles’s hand, you stepped forward, raising your hands. “Woah, woah. Don’t attack him for--”

“For what? For breaking your heart? You two were inseparable, if that’s what you could call it, for ten years, and he just up and leaves you. Not a word. No explanation.” 

“Dad,” you started, trying to defend him.

“Your father’s right,” your mom agreed. “He wasn’t good to you. He abandoned you,” she reminded. 

“I know,” you assured. “But I’ve been with him, for the past month. We met, we talked, he explained it all. I forgive him, all I ask is that you do too.” 

“We can’t,” your mom simply said, shaking her head with a sorrowful look on her face. “We… want you to be happy, sweetie, we do, but if he can do this to you, who’s to say he won’t do it again?”

“If I may,” Charles began, taking a step towards your parents. 

“No you may not,” your dad said. “We used to think you were good. You gave Y/N so much hope, so much life. As long as she had you, her life was on track. But then you… you broke her. I’ve never seen her so upset. You ignored her for weeks, months… How… how could you do that? What kind of person does that? I’m sorry, I used to support this… union, but I can’t any more. I watched my little girl dissolve into a shell because of you. No. I won’t watch it again.” He shook his head, his hand making a gesture of slicing. 

“I’m with your father, Y/N. He’s right.”

“No, Mom, he’s not. Look, I agree with you that what he did was shitty, but he’s explained what happened. I don’t think he’ll hurt me like that again. We’ve met, we’re on the same page…” You took his hand again. “We’re in love,” you breathed. 

“That... isn’t enough,” your father said. “I’m sorry, Y/N, but our answer is final. We just can’t support you two being together.” 

“Dad,” you tried but he just shook his head. 

“Sorry pumpkin. It’s really good to see you though. You’re welcome to stay for dinner,” he encouraged with a sad smile. 

You turned to Charles and gestured for him to follow you once your parents retreated to the kitchen. He followed you up the stairs and you went to your old bedroom that was now a craft room for your mom. You didn’t mind. They kept some of your old stuff from highschool on a table on one end. 

“This was my room,” you explained, walking in and turning. You let out a sigh and Charles walked over and put his arms around you. “I thought you wouldn’t read my mind,” you said before a sob broke out of you with a laugh. 

He rubbed your back lovingly before he said, “I didn’t. You know, even without my powers I’m capable of detecting social cues, believe it or not.” 

You laughed through the tears. “I just....I love you so much, and I know they did too. I just can’t imagine that they don’t want you in my life anymore. You’re so perfect for me and they know this but--”

He pulled away slightly, his hand still rubbing your arms. “They’ll come around, darling. I can’t say that I blame them. I did… well almost ruin you.” 

You scoffed out a laugh before wiping your face. “Don’t take so much credit,” you teased weakly. “I wasn’t ruined… Broken, maybe. But I would’ve been alright.” 

He smiled at you, adoration on his face. “I know you would’ve been. You’re stronger than I am.”

“I’m not sure about that,” you responded. The air hung heavy for a moment before you took a deep breath and began walking around. “My bed was right here. My computer was there,” you pointed to the wall in front of you, the one that the door was on. “I was sitting right here on my bed, contemplating whether or not to write you, well, whoever might have been out there.” 

“And I’m glad you did. Who knows where I’d be without you,” he boasted with a proud smile. 

“Probably with Hank, eating junk food in front of a TV,” you remarked with a smirk. 

He laughed. “Probably so.” 

“God, I was so nervous when I wrote out to you. I wasn’t sure who I’d get, when they would respond, if they’d respond at all. At first it was just this silly challenge Jen put me up to, but then I was actually really excited. Then I got worried that I would be disappointed if no one responded.” 

“I was equally surprised. I wasn’t expecting text to show up on my arm in the middle of the night,” he remembered. 

You peered at him. “Hey, why didn’t you ever try to reach out to anyone? You know, try what I did?” 

He shrugged. “I never really thought about it. I was busy with college when I was 18 so love didn’t cross my mind.” 

You nodded. “Makes sense, I suppose.” 

“Do you ever regret it… reaching out to me? I mean… was I a disappointment to you?” 

A curious, concerned expression crossed your face. “What? No. Of course not. You’re a miracle,” you said with a sense of relief. “You’re handsome, incredibly intelligent, and compassionate. You’re more than anything I’d ever dreamed of.”

“Even when we met?” he asked with a peculiar tone, curiosity burning in his voice. 

“Even then. You being a little down on yourself wasn’t a deterrent.” Your eyes raked him. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you’re trying to get rid of me. Trying to prove to me that I don’t deserve you or something.” 

“No,” he assured, taking your hands in his as he stepped closer to you. “Not at all. I love you and I’m so happy we found each other. I just… your parents are against us and I don’t want to cause a wedge.” 

“They’ll come around,” you said. “They’ll see how good we are to each other and they’ll have to agree.” 

“I hope so, because I wasn’t planning on letting you go.” 

You smiled briefly before the two of you kissed. 

“I don’t want to mention that I’m moving, just yet,” you stated. 

“But, that’s why we’re here,” he reminded with a frown. 

“I know, I know. I just… I didn’t know they’d take the news of us meeting this badly so I want to give them some time.” 

“Y/N, you’re moving this week. They’re going to figure it out pretty soon.” 

“I know, but let’s give them a couple days to cool off, please? Then we can tell them.” 

He eyed you for a moment before nodding.

Then your mom called that dinner was ready and you all ventured downstairs.

Once you were seated and about to start eating, your dad began talking to you. “So, how’s the practice going?” 

“Good. I, uh, had to take a short break. I’ve been kind of working with another doctor. I had to go and see Charles so my work had to be put on hold,” you informed carefully. 

“So you put your work on hold for him?” he questioned, irritation evident in his face and voice as he looked at the two of you. 

“Well, yes, but not exactly. I’m still going to work. I still have my practice, it was just a break. Like a vacation.”

“Except it wasn’t a vacation. You were with him,” he stated, the word ‘him’ falling out as a curse. 

“Dad,” you tried. “I just want a nice meal with my soulmate and my parents. Come on, we haven’t seen each other in over a month…”

“You’re right,” your mom agreed. 

“Charles is a professor,” you offered. 

“Did he decide to teach before or after he broke your heart?” your dad asked. 

“Actually, before,” Charles responded. “I wanted to be a teacher for a long time.”

“I’m not sure I like the idea of someone like you leading the youth of the country.” 

“Dad, Charles was a great mentor and professor to several students. He funded a whole school by himself--”

“Was this why he disappeared or was it to find another girl?” he asked.

“Dad!” you cried out. 

“What?” he responded innocently. “It’s a fair question. You two were constantly connected then one day he just poofs out of existence. In my experience the only thing that can divert a dedicated man’s attention like that is a woman.” 

“Sir, actually, it wasn’t a woman - at least not romantically--”

“I don’t give a damn what you have to say. This wasn’t like you two went to prom and you didn’t call her the day after,” your dad retorted, his voice getting louder. “You two are soulmates. Something we’re supposed to believe is special. You talked every day for years. You made Y/N smile, happy, laugh. We’d never seen her like that. Then you stopped responding and she was a wreck. She had no idea if you were dead, alive, anything. She was a mess. She barely got her work done. Then you have the nerve to show up here and act as if you didn’t hurt her at all.” 

“That’s not my intention. I take full responsibility for hurting her. I should’ve never done it. I was in a very dark place and I didn’t want to drag her down with me.”

“Well a lot of good that did.” 

“Dad, it’s not his fault, alright? He isn’t responsible for my happiness,” you interjected.

“No, but he sure as hell didn’t help it. He could’ve told you that he was in a bad place. He could’ve said to give him some time. But he didn’t, did he?” 

“I made a mistake,” Charles responded. “And I’m deeply sorry for it and I’m doing my best to correct it. I can’t ask you to forgive the pain I put Y/N through, hell I don’t forgive myself. But I would like it if you gave me a second chance. Y/N is.” 

“She’s blinded by love,” your dad said in a lower, softer voice. 

“That may be, but I have no intention of hurting her ever again. It’ll be hard to vanish on her again, given the circumstances,” he mentioned.

Your parents frowned and your heart stilled -- oh no. 

“I’m sorry, why is that?” your mom asked, confused. 

“Oh, uh,” he said, stumbling. He realized his mistake, but it was too late. The cat was out of the bag. “No reason. I just mean that now that we’ve met she can easily find me…” he tried, but his lying wasn’t doing terribly well. 

“Y/N, what the hell is he blabbering about?” your dad demanded. 

You clenched your fists, slowly closed your eyes, and took a deep breath before answering. “Uh, I was… I’m considering… Well I’m going to move.” 

“Move? Move when? Where?” 

“This week… I’m moving in with Charles.” 

“And where exactly is that?” your mom asked.

“New York.” 

“New york?!” your parents exclaimed together. 

“We’ll never see you,” your mom said.

“You’re seeing me right now,” you argued softly. 

“You know what we mean. New York is so far away.” 

“I’ll come visit every chance I get,” you assured. “It’s just best if I go with Charles --”

“Why doesn’t he move down here?” your mom offered. “We don’t support this, but if you’re going to stay with him, then you could at least do it down here.”

Shaking your head, you answered, “We can’t do that. Charles has a huge home that’s already set up for schooling. He can’t give that up. I can move my office, but he can’t move his school.” 

Your parents exchanged a glance, one that didn’t look good. 

“Mom, Dad,” you tried feebly. “Just… give us a chance. I was just as mad as you were when I met Charles but we’ve made amends. Please try to understand…” 

“I’m sorry, honey, we just can’t…” your mom replied dishearteningly. 

You put your fork down, scooting your chair back. “Okay, alright. It’s clear you two aren’t willing to listen to to either of us. I’m an adult, and my entire life I’ve made the right decisions, and on the love of my life, my soulmate, you won’t hear me out? Fine. Come on, Charles, we’re leaving.”

You  walked out the door to order an uber.

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[wonderwomanfantasy]

Singing confessions

I listened to a Stephine Maybe song while writing this and it made me cry so we going with that one chief. (song here)

Bakugou x reader

warnings: swearing, that's about it this is supper fluffy

word count: 1,300 (about)

summary: Even though you loved Bakugou you had never really considered confessing to him Until Mina gives you the perfect opportunity to do so. 

Mina had been suggesting a talent show for months now, ever since you all moved into the dorms. She claimed that it was a good way to relieve stress and bound as classmates, but you knew that a talent show would be the only way she could ensure the whole class saw her crush a watermelon with her thighs all at once. 

“Come on guys it would be so much fun!” she wailed over lunch one day. “And we all have a weekend off next week how often does that happen?”

“Who in class has a talent that they would want to share?”  Kirishima asked through a mouth full of food. 

“Lots of people, like you sing don’t you (y/n)?” she asked looking at you desperately.  you flushed, You sang in the shower a little too loudly one time and Mina had yet to let you live it down.  

“you sing?” Sero asked his eyes wide. “Are you any good?” Mina reached over and smacked him

“Yes, of course, she’s good! And you could show the whole class that if you just got on board with my Talent Show idea!” She screamed. 

“Can you Dickheads shut up?” Bakugou shouted, Mina ignored him and went on yelling

“Jiro can play a song and I know for a fact Ojirou does magic tricks, that's a whole show right there!” She threw her hands up. 

“Fine we’ll go but just to be in the audience,” Kaminari sighed. 

“Fuck off I’m not going,” Bakugou snapped 

“oh you’re going to be there and you’re going to like it,” Kirishima growled right back, honestly he was like a mom sometimes.  

the next day mina had posted a signup sheet for the talent show. which was fine until you saw that she had filled your name in for you. 

“don’t get mad!” Mina squeaked before you could even yell at her. 

“Why am I here?” you snapped jabbing the list with your finger

“because- uh, this is your chance to perform the way you’ve always secretly wanted to?” she tried, you glared.  

“tsh you actually signed up for that talent show thing?” Bakugou huffed making you jump. you hadn’t noticed he snuck up behind you. 

“At least there will be one tolerable act during this shit show,” he said snarkily before turning on his heal and wondering away. your heart lurched in your chest. that was a compliment, from Bakugou of all people. 

“So are you going to do the Talent show now that Loverboy is excited to see you?” Mina asked hopefully. you sighed 

“Fine,”  you sighed. Mina cheered and wrapped her arms around you in a bone-crushing hug. Mina was the only person who knew about your tiny crush on the explosive blonde, and so far she had done a pretty good job of keeping your secret. 

“This is going to be great (y/n) So what song are you going to sing? a love song? cus if so-” She rambled 

“why would I sing a love song?” you cut her off. 

“Come one wouldn’t that be a romantic way to confess? a nice love song for lover boy?” She teased. you wanted to snap at her but she was right. you hated when she was right.

“I’ll figure something out,” you muttered noncommittally.

 slowly but surely the signup sheet filled up with names and acts. you were surprised how many of your classmates had joined, and how many of them Mina had forced to join. 

you were also surprised by how well Mina was able to set everything up. Rows of metal folding chairs faced a makeshift stage made of wooden crates and covered with black cloth to make it look clean. 

“Are you sure this is safe?” you asked pressing on one of the boxes and listened to it groan.  

“Probably,” she shrugged. “Now let's talk about the schedule one more time-”

“oh right-” you said cutting her off “-why the hell am I going first? I thought this whole thing was just a stunt for you?”

“Come on (y/n) we both know you won’t go on unless I force you so you go first I go second.” she explained cheerily.

as the seats filled one by one you slowly grew more nervous  Bakugou was there slouched down in the very back. the fact that he was there made your stomach flip. you still couldn’t quite believe that Bakugou was excited to see you perform. you just hoped that you didn’t make an idiot of yourself.

“Okay (y/n) knock em dead, brake a leg, all that Jazz!” Mina squealed and shoved you onto the stage. you sighed and sat in the middle of the stage on the chair provided. 

The track started to play behind you. you took a deap breath and began to sing

I take my notebook and tear the pages out To write down my thoughts in a message. Where I encrypt every line. As the people pass on the street below I smooth out and fold all the edges. Then hold them up against the sky

And I let em go Hope you'll find each word I wrote On these paper planes scattered in the air Oh, I send them off 'cause I know you're out there.

the room was noisy before but now it was silent except for the music and your own voice. it seemed like the entire class was captivated by the sad and sweet song. 

And I picture you discovering Each note all the others step over 'Cause you're the kind who finds the clues And you'll know everyone was meant for you 'Cause you've got the secret decoder Oh, they'll lead you to me soon So I let em go Hope you'll find each word I wrote On these paper planes scattered in the air Oh, I send them off 'cause I know you're out there

you couldn’t really see the audience but you still looked for Bakugou, trying to see his reaction, but it wasn’t possible, so you turned your attention back to the song. 

Oh, I know you'll see The heart beneath Each line you read

So I let em go Hope you'll find each word I wrote On these paper planes scattered in the air Oh, I send them off 'cause I know you're out there

the song ended and the music played out. your friends cheered and whooped as you sheepishly made your way of the stage you searched for an empty seat but it seemed like there was only one, right next to Bakugou, just your luck. you slid beside him with a small wave. 

“you have a pretty voice he muttered his eyes fixed dead ahead. 

“what?” you whispered whirling around to look at him.  What was with him lately?

“What? I didn’t say anything,” he grumbled still not looking at you.

“well whoever told me I had a pretty voice is very sweet,” you muttered. His lip twitched up in a smirk. 

“Did you write that yourself?” he whispered, his bright red eyes glancing over at you for the first time.

“yeah, Did you like it?” 

“who was it about?” he asked dodging the question. you gulped, the song was actually about him, but you couldn’t tell him that. 

“What makes you think it's about someone?” you gulped he leaned in making the hair rise on the back of your neck 

“Can you cut the shit (y/n)? no one writes a song about finding their soulmate without having someone in mind,” he growled. there was a scream as chunks of watermelon flew into the crowd from Mina’s little stunt. you were distracted momentarily but Bakugou was quick to draw your attention back to him. 

“So who is it?” he asked his eyes fixed on yours. your gut reaction was to deny everything, but you fought that urge back. If Mina were here you knew exactly what she would say. You’ve come so far you can’t back down now coward! Do it Now!

“You,”