#anyway that soulmate card huh

[emsinof]

copping a pheal

[starlight-eclipsed]

Rockets Pointed Up at the Stars (Pt 1/2)

Inspired by this braindead rejected soulmates au post by @im-totally-not-an-alien-2. More art at the end!

Part II

Tim slumped down on the edge of an apartment building, leaning his weight against the rooftop’s fence. The alleyways below were deserted, criminals retreating to get a couple hours of sleep before sunrise. A perfect setting to catch a breather before ending his patrol for the night.

The Red Robin suit still felt wrong on him. He thought waiting a week to get accustomed to it would help, but he might have made a mistake when he tried to adjust it to be as close to his Robin uniform as possible without it being obvious. He’d have to remember to alter it further the next time he got the chance, to see if wearing something entirely different would finally make him stop checking the shadows for Bruce. Patrolling Gotham alone felt too much like admitting he was really gone.

Just as he was about to move on, the rooftop access door slammed open.

Tim nearly jumped out of his skin as he whirled around, ready to either apologize, attack, or flee, when he met familiar glowing green eyes.

Subconsciously, he let himself breathe easy as he took in the other’s appearance.

Phantom was an anomaly at the best of times. A phantom thief by definition, the criminal had simply appeared one day to cause chaos—lingering only to taunt his pursuers as he made a daring escape with whatever priceless treasure of the month. His motives were unknown, as was virtually anything about him besides his calling card (a green sticky note with nothing but ‘BOO’ written in permanent black marker), appearance, and a meta ability to phase through objects.

Of course, one couldn’t be a phantom thief without a detective rival (or so the thief in question claimed). For some reason, Phantom had outright declared not Batman, but Robin for the role. Tim couldn’t count how many sleepless nights were spent chasing after him, face red from a mixture of exertion and embarrassment. Because it wasn’t enough for the admittedly good-looking criminal roughly his age to run circles around him. No, the jerk had to go out of his way to flirt with him the whole time.

He hadn’t even thought about how Phantom would react to there being a new Robin. But looking at him now, a small part of Tim couldn’t help but feel selfishly glad. From what he could see of the furious expression on his shadowed face and glowing eyes, it wasn’t hard to see that Phantom was taking the change about as well as Tim was.

“I leave for two weeks, and suddenly there’s a new Batman and Robin?! What the fuck, Detective—you’d think to at least have the decency to tell a guy, but nooo, I had to find out through goddamn Victor Fries!”

Tim blinked, “Didn’t Mr. Freeze retire after someone brought his wife back?”

Phantom paused his fury, shrugging a bit. “Nora keeps track of everything happening in Gotham in case something her husband did to save her comes back to bite them.”

“Huh.”

“Anyway! It took me going after Victor to ask why there was a new Robin for me to hear that the actual Batman was dead, Gotham went berserk for a while as every other guy tried to take up the position, and somewhere along the lines you got the grand idea to add ‘red’ to your name! Which makes no sense, since you practically lived for that mantle and I would’ve bet that you’d take it past the grave if given the chance.”

Tim winced. As per usual, Phantom’s words hit home in more ways than intended.

The thief stopped short, the glowing of his eyes intensifying as he looked over Tim’s new identity. Tim didn’t move as soundless footsteps strode forward, not even pausing as Phantom phased through the chain link fence to sit a couple feet away from him.

He could count on one hand the number of times Phantom had done this. One second they’d be exchanging insults, and then suddenly the criminal would stop and stare, feeling like he was gazing into the depths of Tim’s very soul. Each time, he called off their chase, insisting that Tim take a break and talk to someone about whatever was troubling him. It was uncanny how he could somehow tell when Tim’s negative feelings were overwhelming his rational thought—Batman himself would use Phantom encounters to measure Tim’s wellbeing at times.

Looking back, it was odd how Phantom would insert himself into every aspect of Robin’s life, but back off the second he sensed something was wrong. He’d call attention to whenever Tim was particularly anxious, once even physically dragging Bruce over to ‘talk to your son when he’s sad’, but never offer any comfort himself. But here they were, Phantom obviously seeing something Tim could never hope to conceal, with no Bruce nearby to summon and make things better.

Tim’s throat clogged at the reminder of yet another little thing Bruce might never get to do again. He couldn’t be dead, not with how many times Tim checked the body and struggled to recognize the man who’d become like a father to him. 

“...I…I know we’re not exactly friends, Detective. But if you need to get something off your chest, I swear to never use it against you.” Phantom fidgeted with his cloak. From this close a distance, Tim could see the faint glimmer of sparkling purple constellations embroidered on the inside. For some reason, the sight of the soft fabric never failed to calm his nerves.

(It reminded him of a time long ago, when he held a gel ink pen and asked a mystery person to quit whatever they were doing that left his arms covered in star charts that didn’t match anything in the Earth’s night sky.)

He didn’t dare force himself to speak, for fear he might break this tentative peace. Thankfully, Phantom seemed to be taking initiative that night.

“...did you know that I used to be a teen hero?”

Tim’s head jerked upright, meeting Phantom’s eyes. It was impossible to tell exactly what expression he was making behind the mask, but he got a sense of bitter nostalgia. “You never talk about your past.”

A scoff, “Yeah, ‘cause it’s depressing as fuck. Not exactly the sort of thing you can talk about causally.”

He chewed his lip, thinking. “Your suit…minus the cloak, it looks reminiscent of a uniform.”

Phantom fiddled with a cylinder hooked on his belt. It was the only piece of tech visible on his person, a modified soup thermos that somehow served as a near infinite item storage. Impressive, if not odd.

“Yeah, the cloak is more of a blanket than anything else. I added it on when I got tired of looking at the same clothes I used to save my hometown in. It…I didn’t become a hero for fame. It was more trouble than it was worth, honestly. You guys nowadays have so much better support systems than when I was in the business. Makes me wonder if…” he trailed off.

“...why’d you stop?” Tim asked gently, more than willing to throw himself into this new mystery now that he knew it was there.

“It was too much. Everyone wanted me gone, even the people I was protecting. I was hated for my powers, for not always being on the scene when I was needed, for not ending fights faster and for the property damage my villains caused. I didn’t live in a place with metahuman protection laws. The few people that knew my secret identity got tired of superhero life and ditched the first chance they got.” He sighed, “I was hurting, and was desperate for a way out.”

Tim frowned, “So you moved to Gotham and started stealing?”

Phantom snorted. “Nah, I was fucked up for a while after I ran away. It’s funny, one of my rogues was the first to track me down and drag me to a hospital to get my injuries checked. Like a dozen of them got together for an intervention, I thought I was finally losing my grip on reality. I spent a couple months recovering, then took one of them up on a suggestion to try causing trouble for a change. Not anything super bad, but…”

“...enough to feel more in control?” Tim suggested. It wasn’t uncommon for people in bad situations to commit minor crimes, both for the adrenaline and the power rush. Tim himself had once poured his whole soul into tracking and photographing Gotham’s nighttime birds. A hobby that was more than a bit cringe-worthy in hindsight, and definitely creepy considering how much effort he put into stalking his idols. Honestly his young age was the only reason he didn’t get put on a watchlist when he revealed himself to Bruce. That, and the whole I-know-your-secret-identity thing.

“Oof. Yeah, that’s a way to put it. Being hated hurt less when that’s what I was aiming for, y’know?”

Tim tilted his head. “I never hated you.”

A derisive laugh, “Uh-huh. And you loved being led on goose chases when there were more important ways to spend your time.”

“I’m serious.” Tim shifted so that he was better facing Phantom. He didn’t know why, but couldn’t stand the thought of Phantom leaving tonight convinced he was universally hated. “You only make a scene on quiet nights, and you always slowed down for me whenever I had to stop and intervene on some other crime. And you only target the private collections of rich people. Not anyone whose life would be ruined by something getting stolen. You even go out of your way to make sure the guards on duty don’t get in trouble, even when it puts you in a strategically worse position. And…”

He hesitated. Bruce wouldn’t approve…but then again, there was that weird relationship he had with Selina.

“And it was fun. To chase you. It was challenging and frustrating, but your appearance meant that there was nothing else to worry about that night. We could just run regular patrols.”

Oracle was the one to make the connection. Tim didn’t know where along the lines it became an accepted fact, only that Bruce was more comfortable about Robin patrolling alone when Phantom was making a move. A miracle considering what happened to the last one.

Phantom blinked, frowning a bit before his eyes went wide, a shaky smile forming on his lips. “Thanks…it was fun for me too. Kinda the whole reason I kept setting up scenes for Robin to find.”

Tim laughed. The sound startled both of them—he didn’t remember the last time he genuinely smiled like this. It had to be sometime before Bruce was gone, at least.

“So…” Phantom hopped down on the railing of a balcony below, balancing precariously in the way that only he could. He looked up at Tim with an easygoing smile that did little to hide the concern underneath. “As your self-proclaimed favorite rogue, wanna tell me what’s up with the sudden change?”

He shifted a bit, grin fading. “Well…Batman died. He was facing Darkseid and got hit. After the chaos died down, Nightwing took up the mantle and made Batman’s son the new Robin, to help him grieve or something.”

“I don’t know where to start with that.” Phantom adjusted his hood, briefly revealing tan skin underneath. “You sound like you didn’t have a say in it. Wasn’t Robin yours?”

Something bitter worked its way up through Tim’s chest. “It was a borrowed title anyway. I only took it up to help Batman, so it makes sense that I was dismissed—”

“No.”

“—after huh?”

Phantom strode up to him, poking a finger at his knee. “You love being Robin. You don’t have to justify losing your identity. It could’ve been taken in the name of world peace for all I care, that doesn’t make it any less shitty. You just lost someone super important to you, and your connection to them was taken because someone thought your grief was less important. I don’t care who the current one is, you are just as much Batman’s son.”

Tim couldn’t help the small sob that escaped. Or when it doubled, and tears started burning at his eyes. He rubbed at them in an attempt to stop them before they could make his mask go hot and sticky, but was startled out of it by a soft weight being thrown over him. He looked up to see Phantom leaning over him, securing the hood of his cloak over Tim’s own head.

“You looked like you needed some comfort. It’s weighted.” Phantom shrugged.

“...thanks.” Tim pulled it closer, more than happy to latch onto yet another new focus. “How do you move so easily in this? It feels like I’m being hugged by gravity.”

Phantom chuckled, and it was at that moment Tim suddenly realized the other was floating in the air over him. Since when has he been able to fly?

“I use intangibility a lot, but it’s not my only power. It felt like overkill to use more than that in my heists. So I didn’t.”

Tim groaned, “You were going easy on me this whole time?”

“Oh, definitely not. I’m sure you’ve noticed, but intangibility is arguably the most pain in the ass thing to counter. I’m being annoying on purpose.”

Phantom grinned, and Tim couldn’t help but analyze the full sight of him. Everything from his teeth to his ears was pointed, a sharp contrast to the wispy white hair that flowed smoothly in a nonexistent breeze. The most attention grabbing was a glowing green mark resembling a gash across his chest, roughly in the place where a hero would wear their logo. The sight of it made Tim’s own chest ache.

“I don’t think Batman is dead.” He said suddenly.

“What makes you say that?” Phantom asked, reclining on empty air. 

It wasn’t denial, not calling him insane or lost in grief. For the first time since his fight with Dick, Tim felt as though he could breathe again. “I know it sounds crazy, there’s no proof—”

“Woah woah woah,” Phantom reached forward, gently pulling Tim’s hands away from where he had started pulling at his hair. “Slow down. Walk me through your thought process.”

“It just…it doesn’t feel right. Not that I can’t believe it if he died, but this specifically doesn’t feel right. I’d feel it if Br-Batman was dead…there was a whole cloning facility where Batman’s body was found.”

That seemed to spark interest in Phantom’s eyes. “You think the body was a clone?”

“Why would someone as powerful and precise as Darkseid drop everything and kill someone he was in the process of cloning? Why was he even trying to clone Batman specifically? We’re missing something, and I think Darkseid is using everyone’s grief to cover his plan.”

Phantom propped his chin on his hand, deep in thought. “Darkseid…I’ve heard that name before. Does he have something to do with time or space?”

Tim practically sagged in relief. “He can travel freely through both, and has a host of other abilities that give Superman a run for his money.”

He snapped his fingers, “Ah, that Darkseid! Yeah, if he wanted Bats dead there wouldn’t be a body left. I’d bet my collection he’s lost in time somewhere.”

“Thank you!” Tim gestured wildly, “You’re officially the first person to hear me out. Like, is it really so hard to believe?”

“No probs, Detect-o. It’s not the weirdest thing I’ve heard, by far.”

“Exactly,” Tim huffed, leaning back and sighing. “Now I just have to convince the Justice League so they can go back in time and grab him.”

“Why not just get him yourself?”

Tim glanced over to where Phantom hung in the sky. “Unless you’re also hiding time powers in there, we kinda need the League to get to him. Plus I don’t even know when in time he is.”

“Lucky for you, I know a guy,” Phantom grinned. “The Master of Time messaged me this mornin’, something about stopping Batman from breaking the time space continuum. It’s why I’m back in Gotham so soon.”

“You…know the Master of Time.”

“Yep!” He popped the p.

“And they messaged you.”

Phantom hummed, “You can imagine how it went when I tried to confront Batman a couple hours ago. The new Robin’s a menace, if I was any slower you’d have to deal with a Phantom shish kebab.”

Tim winced. It was never fun to be on the wrong end of Damian’s katana. Still, he focused back on the insanity at hand. “So you’re saying you can just go back and rescue Batman right now?”

“Now that I know what’s happening, yeah. Clocky probably already has a portal ready for me. Batman will be back before you can say ‘Gotham’!”

It was inconceivable. To think, the living nightmare of the past weeks would be over, just like that. His brain was screaming at him that this was some sort of cruel setup, that there was no way Phantom was telling the truth. There had to be a catch somewhere, some kind of punchline in the sick comedy that was the life of Tim Drake.

But his heart, the part of him that just wanted his dad back won out.

“What’s stopping you? You’re not usually one to wait for a window of opportunity.”

Phantom rubbed the back of his neck. “No, but I distinctly remember waiting for a certain vigilante. I was wondering if…you’d like to come with?”

Tim’s jaw dropped. “You’re inviting me, a vigilante who has attempted to arrest you dozens of times…to travel back in time to save Batman, another vigilante who has tried to put you under arrest.”

“Emphasis on tried,” Phantom joked, before turning serious. “I mean it—it’s your family. Besides, it could be fun. You come with me on a time heist, instead of sitting back here worrying your pretty head off with all the ways things could go wrong. And you get to tell everyone else ‘I told ya so’ when you save Batman on your own.”

He tried to work his mind through what Phantom was offering. To be able to fix things, maybe not go back to the way they used to be (Damian might actually kill him if he ever wore Robin again) but to have Bruce back. It wasn’t even a question.

No matter how smart Tim was, how he tried to plan things in advance the way Bruce did, he never stopped being the lonely kid who would sneak out at night to shadow his heroes. When Phantom reached out to offer a hand, Tim didn’t hesitate.

“You’re wrong, though.”

Phantom blinked, firmly gripping Tim’s hand without hurting him. “About what?”

“I wouldn’t be saving Batman on my own. We’d be doing it together.”

A fanged grin matched his own, blinding him to the swirling green portal that formed around them. Before Tim could so much as wonder if he maybe should’ve messaged someone about what he was setting off to do, they were already gone.

— - —

This was supposed to be a oneshot, but it got a bit long so I decided to split it up.

I really love this au, but I noticed that everyone has a tendency to hone in on the angst so much that the characters behind it get a bit lost in the process. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I wanted to try my hand at writing the misunderstandings without making either of them at fault.

(Insert rant about how the whole point of soulmates is that this person is a match for you, so even if you fundamentally are not good for each other you still get where the other person is coming from. There's so much more angst potential in not being able to hate someone no matter what they do to hurt you, but I digress.)

But yeah, let the boys heal and be happy! Also this is the closest I've gotten to actually writing romance and that's not saying much XD

Here's the design I drew for Phantom Thief!Danny. Feel free to drop an ask, I'd love to ramble more about this :D

[angelicyouth]

Lavender ; Chapter 3

⇢ pairing: stan marsh x broflovski!reader

⇢ genre: summer romance ; soulmates AU

⇢ synopsis: ❝You looked forward to attending the sleepy, beachside town's famous carnival every summer. But not because you got to see your cousins or your friends after a year of not seeing them—it was to see the boy behind the ring toss booth.❞

⇢ warning: sexual content

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// SEVENTEEN:

Slipping through the familiar neon-colored yellow of the ribbon barricading the boardwalk, your hands begin to fiddle with the jewelry adorning your fingers in anxiety. When you see the ring toss booth a few feet away, you can’t help but to get frozen in place from the fear that Stan won't remember you—again.

Lifting his head up at the sounds of your approaching footsteps, the taller teen sees your foreignly meek form as he squints his eyes to clearly make out your face from the distance. “... Y/N?”

As if you got hit by a freight train, all of the air in your chest and the suffocating anxiety suddenly gets rushed out of your body as your eyes begin to embarrassingly well at the corners. You can’t stop the wobbly grin that threatens to overtake your whole entire face because after all those years, he finally remembers you.

“Stan!” You yell in excitement as you rapidly close the remaining space left between the two of you with a delighted skip to your step, your arm swinging wildly in an exaggerated wave.  

“God, shut the hell up. It’s too early for you to be so damn loud—like those fucking girls who have to gossip before homeroom starts even though they just saw eachother yesterday.” The bleached blonde moans before he notices the strange look in your eyes, an eyebrow quirking up in wordless question.

You belatedly notice that he’s waiting for you to explain before you fumble out a reply. “Oh, uh. I’m just confused because you’re two years older than me.” 

His face contorts into thinly veiled disgust at your words. “What…? Fuck, are you 15?”

“Huh? What the fuck are you talking about? You told me that you were 17 two years ago so you shouldn’t be in high school anymore. You mentioned homeroom so I was confused. We’re not supposed to be the same age, dumbass.” Quickly defending your words, you cross your arms over your chest in accusation.

He scoffs, “Are you fucking with me? Because I don’t remember ever telling you that.” 

“Not like that means much because you never remember shit anyways, but you did. Unless I was right and you actually are a dumbfuck who constantly fails high school and gets held back a grade.” Rolling your eyes, you place a hand on your cocked hip as you await his next response.

Sending you a heated glare, his hands reach into the pockets of his denim jeans before he grabs his wallet and pulls out his school ID. Holding onto the proffered piece of plastic, you internally wonder at how someone can look so good in a yearbook photo as your fingers brush over the obnoxious green decorating the borders of the scratched up card.

Stanley Marsh (Junior) is neatly printed in black ink at the left hand bottom, right underneath his picture.

You wonder if you remembered wrong as you hand the object back, taking note of the teen’s last name. Heaving your body on top of the hard counter, your feet leisurely begin to dangle back and forth as you then begin to think about how his driver license photo must look.

“That’s it?” He asks in exasperation but all he gets is an irritated glance before he quickly dismisses the previous interaction and continues, “Whatever. Come put some work in since it’s the reason you always come early—the carnival is about to open soon.”

“Yeah fucking right, I’m not hauling ass for you again.” Obnoxiously snorting your distaste, your hands pull out a lollipop from the depths of your skirt’s pocket before you stick the crystal sweetness into your mouth.

“Then why the hell are you here? To make my life even more miserable?” A larger hand appears in front of your face, your eyes rolling as you harshly slap a new lollipop onto the palm of his hand as hard as you can.

“I already told you last year. Or did you forget your hearing aids when I did, old man? I’m not into ring toss or whatever—I’m into you.” You smirk around your sucker, your palm getting placed onto the space between the two of you in order to lean your body closer to his.

“I know that, idiot.” He averts his eyes as he brings a hand up to softly push at your face, walking away to grab his employee lanyard that held his keys.

Quickly sitting up straight in surprise, your eyes widen just a bit. “Wh—You do?”

Sending you a smug look, the taller teen spares you a quick glance at your surprised reaction before rolling his eyes. “It’s pretty fucking obvious with the way you look at me, dumbass.” 

You pause for a moment because you didn’t think you were that obvious (but then your mind brings up your bold actions throughout the years and yeah, nevermind). “... And how do I look?”

His eyes leisurely trail up your body and back down before his lips settle into a smirk around his lollipop, the teen leaning forward to bring his face closer to yours, “Like you want to help me set up this booth—free from charge.”

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

After having your usual yet still-fun day at the carnival with the guys, you stop by Stan’s booth to help him clean up when people begin to leave and the once blinding lights begin to dim. Watching as he closes the stand, a sudden idea pops up into your head.

“Hey.”

Granting you a quick glance, the other teen hums to let you know that he was listening as he busies himself with closing the booth. Taking that as your cue to continue, you speak up again. “Do you want to sneak off to the beach?”

Leaning his back against the metal structure of the now properly closed stand, he crosses his arms over his chest as he sends you an amused look. “You mean the same beach that’s closed at this time of the night?"

Never stopped you before, you think to yourself. 

“Sure, whatever.” He finally decides as you hide your excitement at the notion of finally hanging out with Stan at a different location than the carnival, a skip to your step as you begin to lead the way.

Sitting side by side on the warm sand, you both are silent as you appreciate the brightly twinkling stars shining overhead your bodies and the perfect breeze to the night. The smile that appeared when Stan accepted your invitation has stayed permanently etched onto your face, accompanying you to your journey to the beach and currently present as you take in your surroundings.

“Let’s swim.” The deep baritone of Stan’s voice interrupts your happy humming, causing your fingers to still to a stop as they comb through the soft sand.

“Swim?”

“Yeah, it’s where you get into the water and move your legs like—”

“Oh, fuck off! I know what it is, asshole!” Mustering up all of your strength to have him topple over, you shove at the bleached blonde’s arm but he barely budges from his seated position.

“Then why’d you ask?” He snickers in a teasingly condescending tone, getting up to dust the remnants of sand stuck on his hands before he steps closer to the water.

“Ah, I see. Here we are, on a spontaneous trip to the beach with no swimsuits prepared so what do we do? We strip down. Jeez, Marsh. If you wanted to see my banging body so badly then you only had to ask nicely.” You tease back, watching as the ocean gently laps at the teen’s feet as if coaxing him into their cool embrace.

“I’m offended you think so lowly of me to assume that I’d need to make up an excuse to see any girl’s body.” Stan cockily says, your words lost on your throat at his attractive confidence.

You’re quiet as you watch him slowly lift his shirt over his head, the taller teen granting you a handsome smile as he makes a show of the action before throwing the article of clothing at your face.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

“You look like a fucking idiot.” Stan says as he watches you float on your back like a starfish, the waves of the ocean softly rocking you back and forth in just your bra and panties.

“Says you—I’m only here to make you feel less self conscious of the fact that you’re down to your boxers in the middle of the ocean, loser. And you can say that I look like an idiot all you want but at least I’m not an actual dumbass like you!”

Lukewarm water splashes against your face in retribution for your words, the action prompting you to open your eyes in anger as the bleached blonde loudly laughs. “Fuck you! You’re the one who fucking invited me here! How do I know that you don’t have any ulterior motives to taint my precious chastity?” 

“Chastity my fucking ass! You’re the one who made an innocent girl like me strip down for your own pleasure! And you’re the one who looks shady as hell making me swim with your soaked rat looking ass!” You yell, bringing a hand up to attack back before you both eventually call a truce to avoid one of you drowning.

(You definitely won that though because Stan begins to cough up salt water like a little bitch).

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

“I love how the stars look, they never look like this out in the city. I wish there was some at home but it’s okay—it makes nights like these more special.” Your voice is soft as you reminisce out loud, your head angled upward to watch the moon come out and say hello.

You don’t hear a response so you shift your eyes back to your companion, only to find him already staring back at you. He doesn’t look away when you make eye contact, his unfaltering eyes almost black in the darkness of the night and making it hard to decipher his current expression.

“Hey.” Your voice is quiet between the space between the two of you, your eyes leisurely watching as droplets of salt water race down the smooth expanse of skin on Stan’s face before they gently curve around the edges of his slicked lips.

“Hm?” His voice is deep, a lazy drawl as your gaze slowly follows the stray strands of hair that escapes the rest of his slicked-back locks of bleached blonde.

“You know how I said that I’m into you..?” Your words are almost at a whisper now—as if scared to break this intimate bubble surrounding the two of you and the charged air quickly filling up that space.

As if scared to have the stars and moon as witnesses to your words.

He doesn’t say anything as his eyes follow the soft pink of your tongue as it quickly darts out to wet your lower lip. “Well I was wondering if you…”

You don’t finish your sentence, leaving it to trail off into the night before the taller teen decides to take it upon himself to finish what you were saying. “Felt the same way?”

It’s silent as you don’t confirm whether or not he was correct in his guess, your eyes finally taking reprieve of the attractive sight in front of you to shyly look off to the side. Your teeth worries themselves into your lips, wondering if you made a mistake in bringing this up when rejection would’ve made you awkwardly leave the ocean in just your bra and panties.

The deep baritone of his voice leans towards suggestive, the corner of his lips lifting upwards into a provocative smirk. “Want to figure it out?”

The familiar lilt of Stan’s words fills the space, causing you to look back up as the moonlight perfectly hits the sharp angles that make up the visage of the handsome boy in front of you. You’re not sure if it’s because you only see him a few days every year but you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of the hypnotizing sight that makes up Stan Marsh—the way he finally looks at you and only you with that special attention.

You slowly nod as if in a trance, the teen lifting his larger hand out of the water to extend his arms towards your body with his palm facing up. “Then why don’t you come over here and find out?”

Holy fucking shit, you think to yourself as your hand mirrors his to gently interlock your fingers together.

Once joined, Stan pulls to bring your body closer to his, his unoccupied hand finding purchase at the back of your submerged thigh once you’re chest to chest. Guiding your limb, he brings your leg up to wrap around his waist to which you bring your other one up to completely lock around his form.

He lifts your interlocked fingers up so that it’s in the space beside his pierced ear, letting go of your hand so that you can wrap both your arms around his broad shoulders. Lightly skimming his fingers against the bare expanse of your underwater waist, he takes his time in bringing his own hands around your hips as you both keep your eyes heatedly locked on one another.

“Do you have your answer yet?” He murmurs, your faces so close to one another that you can feel his plump lips skim against your own after his mouth sounds out every word.

“Not yet.” You mumble back, your eyes half-lidded as your breaths begin to mingle with one another and his hands tighten ever so slightly over your soft skin.

Stan hums before your eyes slowly flutter shut when he finally closes the space between the two of you, the taste of your kiss sweet despite the lingering saltiness of the ocean water. All you can feel is the same connection that forces your body to follow the same path to the ring toss booth every year, as if your mouths were two magnets leading its owners to their rightful places in the universe.

It was like suddenly, oxygen wasn’t so high on the list of basic needs anymore because Stan Marsh suddenly pushed his way to the top. Breathing was only a technicality that forced your slicked lips to part every so often in gasped airs before they hurriedly pressed back against each other again.

“Let me make it up to you—for all the times that I forgot.” The deep baritone of his voice beautifully mixes in with his lust-induced huskiness, the vibration inflicted in his chest causing a cacophony of goosebumps to arise as the teen doesn’t give you any time to breath before his lips begin to lightly skim against the wet expanse of your neck.

His warm tongue follows the slight suction of his mouth before a high-pitched moan gets forced out of your throat, his teeth creating a path of greedy imprints against the vivid reds and deep purples possessively marking you as his. You sob when in contrast, his tongue begins to delicately lap at the areas of abuse as his arms slightly tighten their hold around your waist.

“Those are something to remember me by.” Stan presses his heated words against the dips of your collarbone, a mantra of praises being pressed against your skin as if they were prayers to his devoted worship towards your body that is his temple.

And of course, you think as you always do: I would never forget you.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

“You always watch me play. You do it this time.” Stan orders you, the both of you taking desperate reprieve from the harsh sun rays caressing the boardwalk as you both sit side by side on the counter and underneath the shade provided by the hanging prizes.

“Whatever.” You lazily mutter, rolling your eyes at the command as you reach out for the worn out rings without ever leaving your seated position.

This goes on for a while—you leisurely throwing the colorful objects as they hit the glass necks of the bottles with a satisfying sound. But it isn’t until you get to the color yellow when Stan shifts impossibly closer to your body, an expressionless look on his face when you spare him a glance before the ring meets all of the other perfectly stacked ones.

Green is next but before you can bring your arm back to gain momentum for a throw, Stan’s large hand finds purchase on the exposed skin of your inner thigh from underneath the soft material of your skirt. Your throat shifts to swallow when his thumb begins to massage soothing circles into your warm skin, your attention waning but nonetheless making the next throw. 

Grabbing blue, the bleached blonde leans his face against the heated solace of your neck as his plump lips begin to lightly skim against the expanse of your skin. The arm closest to your body wraps around your waist to bring your body even closer to his, light kisses getting pressed against his previous marks from last night as his other hand tightens their possessive hold over your thigh.

Your voice is breathless, dangerously waning as you weakly admonish the teen. “Stan.”

“Play the game.” His voice is ruthlessly firm in authority, demanding you of your obedience and leaving no room for protests.

You flick your wrist and somehow the ring makes its mark—you’re not sure how as it dangerously wobbles before deciding to barely settle. Blindly reaching out for dark purple, you bite your lower lip to deter any noise from leaking out of your slightly parted lips after a harsh suck from Stan.

The taller teen gently grabs your unoccupied hand and places it on his own denim-clad thigh. “What’s wrong? You only need one hand to throw, right?”

Your chest quickly heaves up and down from arousal as your head slowly nods off in a daze to his redundant question, your eyes dangerously fluttering shut at the heavenly sensations inflicted by the bleached blonde. “Come on, baby—play. I’m not going to tell you again. If you win, you’ll get a prize and I know you’ll like it.”

Hands shaking, your grip is feeble before you miss, causing Stan to immediately let go of his tight hold over your body to stand up and collect all of the rings. “Wha—!”

“Hm? Doesn’t feel so great to have your concentration ruined, right?” The taller teen’s voice is nonchalant as he gathers the colorful objects into a neat pile, taking his time in arranging the objects and not sparing you a glance.

Ah, the incident from last year…

How fucking petty.

“Wait! Don’t I still get a prize though?” There’s an indignant pout on your face as you watch him settle down onto his stool away from your seated position, the chair tucked all the way at the back of the booth.

He takes his time as he hums, his face thoughtful at your words as he appraises your form before he extends a hand out towards you. “Well you only need seven to win. Come here.” 

You don’t need to be told twice before you clumsily rush over to his spot, your body automatically bringing itself to straddle the taller teen and looping your arms around his shoulders. “Here? It’s a little messy.”

Warily eyeing the cobwebs and clutter of boxes hidden from the wandering eyes of patrons, a hand shoots out to grasp at your chin to guide your face towards his. “Who gives a shit? We’re going to get messy anyways.”

Stan builds the pace slow—tantalizingly slow with featherlight touches that are almost nonexistent against the exposed skin of your waist and the hardened nub of your nipples. It’s incredibly slow, agonizingly in its motions that he has you violently aching and whimpering in no time as he caresses every dip and curve of your body with a pressure that just isn’t enough.

“Stop playing with me!” You impatiently wail out loud, two long fingers getting roughly shoved into the wet cavern of your mouth at your words before Stan’s dark eyes peer out from behind your shoulder to look at the people of the boardwalk.

Finding that the coast was clear, he resumes his slicked ministrations of having his heated tongue languidly brush against the sensitive column of your neck as he growls in an all-knowing voice. “But you’re just so endearing when you’re desperate.”

“Please.” You beg around his fingers, his eyes hooded as he takes in what a wrecked sight you already are before he brings his other hand below your body to lightly ghost over your clothed core.

Feeling the steadily leaking arousal against the thin barrier, he roughly shoves the soft material aside as his ring-adorned fingers begin to gather your slick. Stan’s eyes darkly hold yours, an embarrassed blush prettily painting your heated cheeks at the attention before he uses the fingers inside of your mouth to force your face back towards his.

“Don’t.” He snarls in a commanding tone, your thighs tightly clenching together at the authority he holds over your obedient body as you force yourself to make eye contact with him. It’s husky and low when he laughs, “Good girl. Where do you think you’re going, beautiful?”

You whine at the two fingers he now has inside of you, his eyes greedily watching as they pump in and out of your core. “You’re already so fucking wet. Did I do this to you? Hm?”

Your head clumsily nods in ragged motions, your body bouncing on his palm in time to his finger’s thrusts as you can hear the cocky smirk to his words. Wailing out loud when he leaves you empty, Stan curses underneath his breath when strings of slick connect the two of you together.

“Look at how messy my pretty girl gets for me. Come on—ask for it, baby.” The taller teen commands when he brings his strained member free from the confines of his pants, his hands wrapping around his girth to pump himself to full attention.

“Please, Stan. Fill me up—I’ve been good.” You sob, your pitch high and whiny as he grants you an affectionate kiss against the perspiration beading at your hairline.

“Yeah, and you sound good too. Look good, taste good—fuck. How fucking lucky am I?” His voice is breathy as he rubs his leaking tip against your folds, your face buried against his sweat-sheened neck in an effort to hide your moans.

Before you can beg him once more, your head gets thrown back as he roughly fills you up. Your mouth is open in a wordless scream as you tightly clench around him, Stan watching the point where you’re both connected as you greedily take him in with every harsh thrust.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his hands firmly grip your waist, forcing your body down against his lap as he fills you up when you both simultaneously climax. You can feel him painting your slick walls, Stan orchestrating a pretty whimper out of your slightly parted lips before you tiredly collapse into his warm embrace.

The floodgates that Stan had opened so long ago—you were now drowning.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

“Kyle!” You throw your whole body into the awaiting arms of your older cousin, the taller redhead a well-welcomed surprise to get home to after a night out at the carnival.

Giggling in delight as the curly-haired boy wraps his arms around your waist, the older of the two begins to spin you around. “How’ve you been, beautiful?”

“Terrible without you! You’re never here when I visit anymore!” You childishly whine, a pout on your face as you bring your hands up into fists as you teasingly hit his shoulder after every word.

He stops before he gives you a sad smile, an almost guilty look in his eyes as he plants a gentle kiss against the skin of your forehead. “I’m sorry, N/N.” 

Humming in satisfaction at the apparent regret of your cousin and his undivided attention, you happily grin up at him. “Well since you’ve finally decided to grace me with your presence—we have to hang out!”

Kyle endearingly laughs and it’s a sound you hadn’t noticed that you’ve grown to miss so much. “Sure, sure. Just let me put my stuff away and get changed—we can do whatever you want to do afterwards.”

You ignore when your cousin worriedly yells after you to be careful when you slide down the railings of the stairs, nothing able to deter your bright mood as you giggle.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

Your sweet tooth has made an appearance so you decide on baking cookies to eat with some ice cream, the both of you humming along to the faint music playing in the kitchen and dancing along together from time to time. You were currently telling him all about the adventures that you and your friends got up to during your visits when the topic naturally transitioned to the teen that wasn’t quite your friend but still resided in the sleepy beachside town nonetheless.

“Wait. Stan..? Stan who, N/N?” 

You’re distracted as you mix the ingredients together in a bowl, your hands working hard to ensure that everything is seamlessly blended together. “Huh? Oh, uh. It’s Marsh, Ky. Stan Marsh.”

It’s quiet for a moment as your cousin stares at you in wordless shock before he roughly grabs the bowl away from your grip, the sudden action catching you by surprise. “Hey!”

There’s a pout on your face until your eyes land on the serious expression of the redhead standing next to you, his voice low yet very firm. “Y/N.”

You don’t say anything as the skin between your eyebrows begin to furrow together, your body turning to lean against the kitchen counter to grant him your undivided attention. Quickly scanning Kyle’s face, you notice the suddenly ghostly pallor to his skin as his emerald eyes dart off to the side in avoidance.

“Stan Marsh committed suicide four years ago—on the first night of the carnival. It was the day you went home when you were still 13.”

You can’t breathe.

Your chest furiously works hard to heave up and down as your hands begin to dangerously tremble in confusion because this just couldn’t be right.

A laugh sounds horribly wrong as it tumbles out of your mouth, devoid of any amusement and disbelieving.  “... What? Shut up, Ky. I saw him like an hour ago at the stand. I’ve seen him every single summer since I was 13.”

He looks confused for a second before his empty eyes look just a tad brighter in a flicker of recognition. “The ring toss stand..? Nobody uses that booth anymore, N/N. And it doesn’t feel right to take it down either because it was the last place that Stan was at before he…”

No.

No, no, no.

You push your cousin out of the way as you stumble up towards the staircase, your hands desperately grabbing onto the railing to support your violently shaking body. Kyle quickly follows after you, panic causing his voice to raise up in pitch. “Where are you going?!”

The wooden door slams open against the wall, the exposed skin of your knees screaming at you as you harshly drop your weight onto the carpet underneath your feet. Your eyes are frantic in your search, rapidly skimming along the multicolored spines of the books in front of you.

Yanking one out, you curse at yourself as a few books follow and loudly fall to the floor. Your hands fumble to flip past the pages within the object as a thin film of tears begins to quickly develop over your eyes, blurring your vision before you bring a tight fist up to scrub away the salty wetness. 

Your eyes follow the black printed words of Stan Marsh, underneath the same exact school picture that he had shown you yesterday on his ID. White dots begin to dance along the peripherals of your vision as your head becomes increasingly light, a sob getting caught in your throat before you throw the yearbook onto the floor.

Turning around, you spot your cousin worriedly watching you from underneath the doorframe of his bedroom.

“Show me.”

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

Stan, Kyle, Eric Cartman, & Kenny were here! :D

Written in graffiti against the wooden panels of the abandoned stand is the small message of remembrance made by your cousin and his friends. You feel completely hollow as you look upon the boarded-up booth, dusty and covered in spiderwebs.

“So this is why you go on a roadtrip at this time of the year…” Your voice comes out into a whisper, Kyle tightening his grip around your intertwined fingers as you stand at the eerily quiet boardwalk.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me?” Rubbed raw from your vocal anguish, your throat burns as your voice cracks after your whispered words.

Wh—I didn’t know they still had that, Clyde had said the year after you came back.

The both of you have twin sets of tears streaming down your faces, soft sniffles being heard from your two shuddering bodies. “I didn’t even know you knew him, N/N.”

Bringing up your unoccupied hand to harshly rub at your already swollen eyes, you unabashedly wail out loud. “Knew him? I fucking love him, Ky. I never even got to tell him.” 

At the sight of his broken younger cousin, Kyle tugs onto your joined hands to bring your vulnerable form against his erratically heaving chest. It’s quiet for a moment, the only sounds being made were from the crashing waves from down below and the warm summer air traveling past the boardwalk.

“You said you still see him, right?” You nod against his chest, your face moving against the steadily growing damp spot you’re making into the soft material of his shirt.

“Tomorrow’s the last day of the carnival. I’m not sure why he’s never shown up for me or any of my friends but maybe he’ll be there for you again.” Escaping the safe solace of the elder’s embrace, your eyes catch sight of the soft yet melancholy smile curving along your cousin’s face.

“Oh, Ky. I’m so sorry.” You never thought about how hurt your cousin would be at the fact that his best friend only appeared in front of a girl who never really knew his friend when he was still alive. 

You didn’t understand why either.

He pulls you back against his body, your arms tightening around one another once more. “It’s okay, N/N. I’m happy that two of my favorite people got to meet.”

“Where the fuck have you been you fucking asshole!” You both jolt at the suddenly loud voice interrupting the period of comfortable silence, the both of you turning to see a blonde with an orange parka tied to his waist and a larger brunette.

“Woah! Who’s the hottie?” A vivid shade of red quickly adorns your cheeks at the sudden compliment, an obnoxious whistle accompanying the unknown stranger's words.

“Fuck off, Ken. This is my cousin—my baby cousin.” Kyle rolls his eyes, his arms turning your body around to shield you from the wandering eyes of his friend.

“That fucking crybaby?” The brunette just condescendingly snorts, his eyes scanning along your body—not in appreciation like his companion but in vivid disgust.

“She knows Stan. She’s been seeing him every year during the summer since she was 13 and she just saw him earlier today.” Your cousin suddenly blurts out, all of your eyes widening at the random bit of information. 

“Ha-ha. Very fucking funny, Kyle. I’m not high yet so don’t play with me.” The blonde has a laid-back smile on his face, his arms stretching high towards the sky before he crosses them behind his head.

“It’s true! I didn’t even know he died until like half an hour ago.” This time it’s your turn to impulsively yell out a response, your body automatically coming into the defense of your beloved older cousin.

It’s quiet for a tense second as the two boys in front of you take the moment to study your face, their eyes thoughtful and calculating before the brunette opens his mouth. “What a fucking whack job! I guess it runs in the family, huh?”

Both you and Kyle furrow your brows in anger before the blonde harshly elbows the larger teen, his face serious for the first time since you’ve met him. “Prove it then—tell us something that some irrelevant rando wouldn’t know.”

You look towards your cousin before he gives you an encouraging nod, your hand shooting out to grab his own. You pause for a second because God, you could talk about Stan Marsh for hours.

“He…He got diagnosed with depression at a young age and has an ongoing problem with alcohol abuse, just like his dad. Stan starts his day with a shot and he hides his secret alcohol stash in the third drawer of his bedroom dresser, underneath all of his porn.” Your voice is quiet as you repeat the information because fuck. 

Everything he has said or done were all giant red flags that your adolescent mind consistently overlooked. You can’t help but to think that you could’ve saved him if you looked harder, if you knew better. 

If you were older like him.

“He bleaches his hair since he thinks it looks cool but mostly because he doesn’t want to look anything like his father. His strained relationship with his dad is also the reason why he got this job at the carnival—it was a big fuck you to him because he kept nagging at Stan to get a summer job. So, he figured that it’d spite him to get one that only required him to work three days a year.” The other three part their lips at your onslaught of words yet your mouth doesn’t stop as you shakily continue.

“He wears silver jewelry with three rings on his left hand and four on his right—he doesn’t realize he fiddles with them when he’s anxious. Sometimes, he suffers from insomnia so he’ll sneak past the locked fence at the beach to sit underneath the moon until the morning.” You don’t realize that your cheeks have become sticky with warm tears again, much similar to the faces of the other three as they carefully listen to your words.  

“Stan talks to it sometimes and the lavender that surrounds the area of that one hidden spot at the beach is so fragrant that the smell of it helps lull him to sleep.” Bringing a hand up to clumsily scrub at your sore and already red eyes, your voice terribly cracks in the middle of your sentences but yet no one says a thing.

“… He was so tired.” You sob, “The universe never seemed to let him rest. But even then, his eyes were always so comfortingly soft around the edges whenever he found something funny. It was like all of the hues of every wonderful ocean and breathtaking sky found peace in his eyes, living in harmony for the sake of this beautiful boy.”

Escalating further, your cries turn into unabashed wails that fade off into the night sky if only for the moon and stars to witness. “You’d think that his hands would be rough from playing football or from playing the guitar but he was always so gentle—as if I was the most precious thing in the world and that he didn’t want anyone to take me away. I love him, Ky. Why did he leave us?”

And like the moon and stars shining up above, the boys could only watch as you broke in silence.

[drksanctuary]

Nicobaster: Soulmates/games

For day two I did a collaboration with @thomas-life and we did a combination of both prompts:

And a hastily written and edited little excerpt for ya:

Alabaster sifts through the last of what must've been 30 decks of Mythomagic cards.

"Ah! Found him.! Aevin Lackluster: Master Spellcaster. Edition 4. From the Medieyval Myth campaign. He was and perhaps still is my favorite from that series. A lot of the other editions didn't have actual characters...so it was exciting at the time." Alabaster shrugs non-chalantly but his eyes are practically beaming at the card. As if he's holding a literal piece of his childhood self. And Maybe he is.

Nico grins at him from his seat on the floor. He's hunched over his own mess of cards, looking much like a dragon guarding its hoard of treasure. Cards haphazardly spill out from under his legs emphasizing just how many he has... Alabaster briefly wonders where he had he been keeping them all.

"Not a bad card," Nico agrees, "but he's nothing compared to Myra Darkweave, Necromancer Queen, also from Edition 4." Nico holds up one of the cards, and turns it to face Alabaster. She holds a skull in one hand. Her crown is either silver or bone, and around her neck is a familiar green necklace.

Alabaster examines it. Myra’s picture is one that mostly displays Purple,red and black. But the small splash of green stands out.

“Huh, May I?” He reaches out to take the card.

Nico holds it out for Alabaster to take and feigns scandalized gasp, "You don't have her card? how can you call yourself a fan?"

Alabaster plucks the card from Nico's fingers, careful not to bend or rip it.

"She never came up in the packs I had." He says, shaking his head. "I could only get what I could steal"

Nico continues smirking at him.

Al rolls his eyes. "So annoying" he says. /but attractive/ he thinks.

Nico snorts and starts picking through his cards, organizing them by...color? Alabaster raises an eyebrow at the choice, but seeing as in order to play they'd have to shuffle them anyway he supposes its as good a way as any.

Nico speaks without looking at him, that insufferable smug look refusing to leave his face, "I got a lot of my cards in the Lotus hotel." The smirk drops a little but come back full force a moment later, "I won them by beating the older kids" he snickers, "they were so mad getting bean by a 10 year old...its one of my greatest accomplishments." He preens.

"So you've always been this maddening?" Alabaster quips, as he compares their favorite cards side by side. Imagining Nico as a 10 year old sends shivers down his spine...shivers of dread. They'd probably have hated eachother.

Or perhaps they'dve been friendly Rivals. Alabaster remembers himself at 12.../nah probably enemies actually/. He chuckles to himself and diverts his attention back to the cards and Myra’s green necklace. The pattern and design of it is unmistakable. He looks over to Aevin's card to see that he is wearing that same green necklace.

"D'you...." Alabaster considers. He doesn't remember the lore concerning that particular item. Which is maddening considering he usually knows these things offhand. Was it part of some group?

"Look at this" Al continues. "They both have the same necklace... I can't recall what it signifies... do you know what it's for?"

Nico pauses in his organizing to look at the cards, beautiful dark eyes focusing under thick eyelashes. Alabaster bites the inside of his lip to recenter himself, so he doesn't just start staring at Nico Di Angelo like a looney.

"I think I remember that it was some sort of gift?" Nico shrugs, "or a prize?" Or was it a prized-posession? Nico hates being dyslexic, but honestly he was also 10 when he tried to read it so his memory might be faulty.

Alabaster hums. "I see. Well!" He whips out his trusty enchanted glasses that help him read. "Maybe I can look it up."

He pulls out an mythomagic handbook that is so worn that Nico might've mistaken it for an ancient artifact.

He flips through tissue thin pages. "Ah, here we are" Aevin's necklace was made by him, he carved protection runes on the back of the pendant to keep the wearer safe. (Plus 5 defense and plus 2 evasion). So it's a protection necklace...but why is it..." Alabaster’s eyes travel to a small fact box on the side of the page. "When he got married he gifted it to his beloved wife...Myra Darkweave. Who gave him her bracelet in exchange. To solidify them as soulmates through the ages..."

Alabaster looks over to Nico. /what a coincidence/ he thinks. That those two are their favorites...

@them-awesome-rarepairs please accept our late submission 😅 thank you!!!

[coolsosha]

HAHA, YOU THOUGHT I WAS DRAWING CARD REDRAW, BUT I WAS DOING GIFS!

THIS IS PROBABLY ONE OF THE CUTEST THINGS I'VE EVER DONE WTF IT'S SO CUTEEE

HERE IS A SONG FOR YOU, AND GO ON AND LOOK AT THIS SHIT

I was bored and made gif with Sosha and Asmo. Then i got addicted and have 10 of them now

im scared of how much serotonin i got from this thing.

-Heyehyehye, Asmuah, wanna have a... uuuh, smol XXS orange orphan?

-...Mandarin? Sorry hun, im busy, you can eat this oneee~

[click for 9 more of those]

-Oooh, Asmo is in the news again! ..heeey, the thing is about me! but why there is no picture of meeee?! I need to make a interview better than this! Sosha supremacyyyyyyyyyyy~~~

-Huh, Sosha definitely needs to practice with making post names...

-Sushi! Close your eyes or you will get shampoo in them!

-But you look so cute- AAAAAAW I HAVE BEEN ATTACKED BY THIS SOAPY AND LIQUIDY THING RIGHT IN MY HEART, THATS IN MY EYES!!!

-Told you~

-Yes! I knew that Jessica will be with Jeremy! They are such a soulmates, don't you think, Sushi?!...Ah, you fell asleep again, aren't you~

-zzzzz......naw......zzzzz

-Aw, so peaceful♡...............................................

..........................Oh wait i still have to do my night skincare routine......fine, you can sleep 10 more minutes and i will get up.

-Draw me like one of your french girls!

-Bonjour, croissant, Marriette, Eiffel tower, Pasta, Mario, Luigi.. wait no, thats italian. Anyway, LESHPUA LETTE PIAIA MIVIVO ZHETE IMEJO PO LE VO PA IJIJO METE ACOLFLAUYA ZUTA MI ZHIZO LETE(poorly sounding Ratatouille song)

-So-

-LET ME COOK.

-Sosha, you can't be in Demon form, Author-Sosha didn't post your backstory yet and you are making a huge spoiler and a plot hole, darling!

-Shut up im a moth(respectfully)

After Princess Asmo was rescued from evil goblin King Beel by a group of brave heroes, Princess was kidnapped again! By the evil demon named Sosha! He trapped princess in his castle and not letting him go! ...but, seems like Princess doesn't mind?

-Damn, how did you even tricked me into posing for this. i look like a hoe!.... in a good way

-i mean, you helped me with designing this collection, so it would be infair to not-put you on front page with your precious Asmo-chan!....how can you possibly be a "hoe in a good way" though?

You will say "Sosha(author), Sosha(oc) is a self insert OC for sure!" NO IT'S NOOOOT, this ass has backstory, and his personality is bigger than mine, so comparing Sosha to me is a pathetic comparison~

Sosha: I will make a comic about Sosha!

Sosha later: I will make a tumblr posts about Sosha!

Sosha now: Probably i will just write his entire lore in one post and will forget about it

Sosha in future: I will just burn him in fire.

[belphegorspillow]

Soul Bound [Obey Me! x GN!MC] [Soulmate AU]

Soul Bound [Obey Me x GN!Mc] [Soulmate AU]

Chapter 6: Angels

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Mc sat quietly as they were picking at their food. Listening to the chatter from the brothers around them.

They were thinking of their dream. They knew more about their soulmate - who they knew now as Belphegor. From what little information they got out of Beel the night before - Belphegor is his brother. And after meeting all the brothers so far - you knew he was the youngest.

That was all you knew of him. Yet, you were more curious on the figure ‘Lilith’ in your dream than your soulmate...

“Mc?” Mc looked up from their plate of food to see Beel looking at them. “Are you going to eat it?” Mc just pushed the plate in his direction as they were thinking for a bit more. 

Mammon had entered the room by then and was arguing with his brothers after they were talking about how dumb it was for him to so easily get in a pact.

They pushed themselves out of their seat and started to walk out. They needed to think for how to get infomation of this Lilith person - considering how Beel acted to belphegor. Mc didn’t know if they would act the same to mentioning Lilith - and how would they get away with it? They had never seen their name anywhere or seen pictures of someone similar. It would give away that they knew something...

“Oi! Human! Wait up!” Mc turned to see Mammon heading towards them. They frowned a bit. ‘I have a name’ Mc mouthed over to the male who huffed.

Mammon didn’t seem to notice and started to rant. “What’s with Lucifer. He can’t go a single minute without bringin’ up Diavolo. It’s always Diavolo this. Diavolo that. If Diavolo told ya to jump off a cliff. Would ya do THAT too, Lucifer?! Knowing him. He probably would” Mammon huffed before looking at Mc. “Anyway, ever since ya got here human, its been nothing but one bad thing after another for me. So let’s get something straight.”

Mammon cleared his throat before speaking again. “I didn’t make this pact ‘cause I wanted to. and I AIN’T Happy about it! Everything I did, I did for my credit card - my baby goldie. If ya end up getting yourself eaten by some demon here at RAF, don’t blame me, cause I don’t give a damn. Ya got that?! Don’t go thinking you’re all great and stuff ‘cause you managed to make some stupid pact human.”

‘Would you call me by my name‘ Mc mouthed to him. “Hmph. Alright I’ll call you by your name...Pff, just kiddin’ Did ya really think I would just call you by your name human? You expect ME to call you by your name? You, a lowly human? Ha! Come back and ask me in another million years, and maybe I’ll consider it! You’d better learn your place, ‘cause if you keep sayin’ stuff like that, I swear I’ll make you my next meal!”

Mc stared at Mammon as he went on his rant. “What’s wrong human” Mammon looked at them. “Am I that intimidating. Do I frighten you? Then listen.. if ya stop talking back and just do what I tell ya, then things won’t be so bad for-’

Mc moved her hands to sign ‘stay’ which Mammon seemed to be unable to move. “wha- What’s going on??? I can’t move..!”

Mc crossed their arms and looked at the male in front of them who was panicked as he couldn’t do anything besides speak. “Wh-what’d you do to me?! Is this some kind of magic?! Listen up, h..human.. Mc...” Mammon grumbled a bit as he figured out he was powerless in this situation. “Don’t tell me this is all ‘cause of the pact?!” Mc and Mammon seemed to realise it at the same time.

Mc can have control over him... This was going to be fun..

“Alright class is finished!” The teacher called out as they left the room. Mc stared at their book filled with mostly scribbles. As they were packing away, they could hear whispers about them - mainly about them making a pact with Mammon.

“Huh, whenever you make an important announcement, the demons here couldn’t care less... But rumors..they really do spread like wildfire.” Mc jumped a bit as they heard a sudden voice nearby.

Mc turned to see Diavolo, Lucifer and another male standing beside Diavolo - who Mc didn’t  recognise. “Just when I thought the uproar about the new exchange student from the human world had started to subside some, now they’re all freaking out about this.”

Diavolo sighed “Come now, don’t say that, Barbatos.” Diavolo soon smiled a bit. “Actually, I’d say that all this gossip is a good thing. It means everyone will be watching this human, which makes it hard for any demon to go after Mc’s souls when no one is looking.” Mc stared at him as they could hear what the group were talking about.

“Yes. Since Mammon’s not doing a very good job as a guardian... I told him he was to look after Mc, but he’s off somewhere else shirking his responsibilities. Though I figured this would happen.” Lucifer added on to the conversation.

“ I must say, I can’t believe you managed to forge a pact with Mammon, Mc. That’s no small feat” Mc looked at Diavolo and nods their head a bit. They were finally acknowledged into the conversation. “Anf what’s more, is that you did it in such a short time.”

“I suppose it stands as proof that you chose well bringing this human here, Lord Diavolo.” The male - Barbatos -  added on. Diavolo soon realized something.

“You haven’t met Barbatos before have you Mc?” Mc shook their head. They felt a tap on their shoulder as they watched Barbatos started to move his hands to sign. “Pardon me. I suppose we haven’t met before. My name is Barbatos. I apologize for not introducing myself earlier. I have the honor of serving as steward to Lord Diavolo. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” Mc noticed underneath their sleeve was a compass in their favourite colour, placed in the same location as the one underneath their arm in a dark green.

Oh... He is another one of their soulmates....They honestly shouldn’t be surprised at this point...

‘It’s a pleasure meeting you as well Barbatos.’ Mc signed afterward. They didn’t expect him to sign as fast, it was hard to keep up with what Barbatos was saying...

“I see you’re putting your sign language skills to use Barbatos.” Someone else joined the conversation. 

“It is quite a handy skill to have.” Barbatos responded to the new figure who entered the room. Mc noticed settled on the new person’s arm was a set of numbers in their favourite colour... They already knew those numbers represented their birthday. They didn’t need to guess that he was their soulmate too...

“Simeon. Why are we talking to these demons.” A new person added on, he was shorter than the rest and seemed to look a lot like a child.

“I see you brought your chihuahua along with you.” Lucifer commented to the new faces.

“I am not a chihuahua! How many times do I have to tell you that demon!” The short male huffed and crossed his arms, annoyed by the nickname. “Well what do you expect. I am a demon, after all. Now then, stop yipping at me. C’mere boy.. shake! Who’s a good boy?” Lucifer was teasing the small boy who was barking back at him to stop it.

“Allow me to introduce you Mc.” Diavolo smiled at Mc and jestered over to the new faces. “This is Simeon. He’s an exchange student from the Celestial Realm. Which is to say, he’s an angel.”

Simeon looked over and smiled a bit. “Well, hello, Mc. I’ve heard a lot of rumours!” Diavolo soon pointed over to the shorter male. “And this is Luke. Let’s see... You’re...a chihuahua, was it? or are you an angel?” Diavolo teases a bit

“Wha..! Diavolo, now YOU’RE getting in on the act too?! I am not a Chihuahua! I’m an angel!” He argued back. “Listen up! As you can probably tell, I’m a low-ranking angel. BUT I’ll have you know that in the Celestial Realm, I report directly to Michael the Archangel, as-” The angel beside him shook his head a bit.

“Luke, calm down. You need to learn not to make such a huge fuss about everything.” “But Simeon!”

“He’s right.” Lucifer joined the conversation. “That’s exactly why people call you a chihuahua, you know?” Luke glared towards Lucifer. “Usually the only one who calls me a chihuahua is YOU, Lucifer!”

“It’s nearly time for the first bell to sound.” Barbatos interrupted the group. As the group would apologise for wasting your free time. The only one who stayed was Luke.

He mutter something underneath his breath as he was standing with Mc. They looked at him confused and tapped his  shoulder, mouthing out to repeat it - bending down a bit.

“Hey! Don’t lean  down towarsd me like an adult listening to a child! You don’t need to come down to my level! I’m not a kid!” Luke huffed a bit before repeating what he said earlier. “...Never trust a demon Especially when that demon is Lucifer...” Luke paused for a moment before speaking again. “Listen to me. He’s a monster and a brute. He;s uncivilized, immoral and...and also..”

Mc looked at him and mouths. ‘Sadistic’ Luke took a moment to try and figure out what Mc mouthed at him.

“Yes! exactly! He’s the most sadistic of sadists!” Luke continued on how he didn’t understand  why they would even bring humans to the devildom, but in the end the bell rang - cutting into the conversation.

“So, you’ve been warned. You get what I’m saying, right? Okay...” Luke soon left after to his class.

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Mc stared at the ceiling as their thoughts were all over the place. Lilith, Their messy dreams, there was so much that was in their head. They would sit up and put their lamp on. They needed to write down everything... Get it out of their head.

Mc would take out a notebook that they grabbed randomly and wrote down one or two words about each thing that kept them up. “Lilith”, “Soulmates”, “Dream Lilith” and a few other things

“elp....” Mc froze as they heard a voice and turned to look around their room. “Help...Someone...help me...”

Mc pushes themself out of their desk in their room walking towards the sound of the calling. They reached a staircase at the end of the hall that went up, They went towards the case and grabbed onto the railing and started to climb before you heard a voice.

“Mc.” Mc jumped a bit and looked behind to see Lucifer standing at the bottom. “Stop right there. You’ll go no farther...that’s not a place for humans. It’s dangerous.”

Mc glanced at staircase before nodding a bit and leaving the stairs. The voice calling out to them didn’t stop...

“This is the Devildom.” Lucifer told Mc as they were coming towards him. “There are certain rules that must be followed here. Also, my word is law to you. You can’t defy me. Now then, go back to your room.” Lucifer placed his hand on their shoulder as he spoke to Mc, gently pushing them towards their room.

Mc went back to their room and sat at their desk. “Don’t ever trust a demon.”

Mc took a deep breath and started to write.

“Journal, Today is XXXX, and I will be making notes on what I discover here in the Devildom. There is something that Lucifer is hiding from me in the attic. I heard a voice call me from up there... I will update you when I learn more. And like Luke said ‘Don’t trust a demon. Especially if it’s Lucifer.”

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Chapter 7: Movie Marathon of TSL!

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I want to write chapter 8 already because I like it, but I have to write chapter seven sigh [Sorry if you wanted to be in the taglist and you aren’t here, send me a message/comment if you want to be added]

[narwhalandchill]

(4.7 TCG leaks but Big Lore Implications? Maybe)

Well. This is (was) certainly an interesting Moment.

See. narwhal coming in TCG right? i obviously lost it we are all aware. so i was checking that shit out Instantly the second it was uploaded onto hakushin to see the kind of playstyle theyd given my beloved

but there was something else. see. tldr the narwhal starts at only 5hp but it basically eats all your discarded cards to increase its own max hp and dmg dealt (also takes into account the dice cost of the discarded cards). which i Love its so on brand and lore accurate. but anyway. its ult is to summon the electro dude whose dmg and duration is also affected by the cards eaten and their dice cost. such a cool kit right?

But then i saw what they Call the knight summon guy in the first uploaded version of the card kit in ENG

...SHADOW OF THE ANCIENT WHAT NOW????

and like. okay. okay. thats pretty fucking insane this is why i was looking so forward to the narwhal getting a card bc . sometimes tidbits like these just. Happen thru TCG. just casually like that (like parsifals Curiously Familiar Appearance for another relevant one).

bc like. an ancient nemesis huh. on one hand could reference surtalogi since the descriptor for the phantom in 4.2 patch previews in several languages (not sure what the in game stuff says these days) did have some similar wording to surtalogis CN title. also obviously fuels my personal foil hat agenda of surtalogis whole "keeping this very much sentient cosmic being as a Pet TM" being something that from the narwhals POV is very much like. a demeaning act of imprisonment and being used against its will as a pawn (im such a surtalogi hater dude. i Dont trust him). so like thats one option for the. whos the nemesis whose shadow is summoned. its surtalogi. but also ancient is a funny wording for when the guy is very well around to this day so

then theres the other option. bc the narwhal 4.6 namecard speaks of ajax intent on challenging the narwhal again and references hunting for the same whale the "third time" which like. most simple route u could just be seen as. okay despite just freezing up during their 1st encounter at 14 and doing jack shit to "challenge" it he still considered that the "first" hunt, fontaine was 2nd and next is 3rd.

but theres also the. what if the first hunt was the historical ajax of the myth? whose reincarnation our ajax may be? bc if His destiny was also to oppose the narwhal back then in celestias grand plan and possibly had the same constellation tying him to it too. would THAT be the ancient nemesis the knight in the narwhals stomach is the afterimage and shadow of? hmmmmm.

like dude i was. Actually losing my fucking mind bc this might be THE closest thing to a direct confirmation that If ajax has reincarnated over the samsara/cycles whatever . if That is the case. then this "ancient nemesis" being og ajax would then Very Much Imply that both his and Our Ajax' destiny in all incarnations has Always been tied to the narwhal in some way and that his "role" and "duty" in celestias decreed fate is to be its counterpart and opponent (read: tragic soulmate) . of Some sort. like yes inconclusive still but this couldve been such a massive fucking deal dude

Anyway .

then they removed that descriptor in the next update to the beta info on the new TCG cards 😭😭😭😭

so now its just called a dark shadow whatever ����😔 this is So Sad. but. i have Witnessed the original so its not getting out of my head. what does it meannnnn

why would the narwhal be emulating its nemesis as the force that protects the source of its power that lies within it (like. we Had to be eaten in order to get close to that source in the AQ fight)??? did it eat that doomed soulmate nemesis (og ajax moment Surely) in the past and is now carrying its remnants and constructed shadowy afterimage within itself?? or does it represent some sort of control/power source surtalogi (if hes the nemesis) has inflicted upon the narwhal in order to keep it weakened and/or sufficiently subservient to be kept as a "pet"???? MANNN

obviously. since this was a clearly incomplete beta version text (like the narwhals kit was unfinished in ENG during this part) that was Very swiftly deleted (whacking myself over the head for not checking what CN said while this version was still up) its not like. something that can be referenced as legit confirmed canon lore for the narwhal since its not making it to live. but im just. Curious. like. even if its outdated text that was removed. Surely there HAS to be a Reason that description was originally written to describe the dark shadow summon.

so is this a case of. its no longer meant to represent an ancient nemesis, that was old ass lore for the phantom knight dude thats never going to happen and thats why they cut it. like fair enough it happens. old pre launch beta genshin stuff was directly a honkai sequel/spinoff but they changed that. it could always just be that

ORRRRR then. hear me out. that its STILL true but that the writers simply realized they dont want to reveal their cards (ha ha) on the subject just yet??? they dont want to leak this potentially Massive lore drop through a random TCG update?????? we arent meant to know the meaning behind the shadow just yet????????? 🤨🤨🤨 Surely

anyway. forever mourning shadow of the ancient nemesis as a descriptor . but i Have to post it here so that yall can at least know. this existed. this WAS a thing. so whats it mean...

(also if this turns out to be all legitimate and og ajax Was the ancient nemesis. Possibly the funniest way my original "who the fuck even thought the purple dude in the whales stomach was going to be childe" take from way back could be Technically proven wrong JSJAISJSJSISKD . if it was ajax. but just not. this one)

[nayutascrepestand]

Rintaro SSR Card Story 「Who I Do It For」 Verse

Part 1: Verse | Part 2: Bridge | Part 3: Chorus

Location: ST//RAYRIDE's Share House

Rintaro: Ryusuke, that phone call went on for a while. Is there something wrong?

Ryusuke: Nah, not at all! Me and my big sis just got carried away talkin’ about what we’ve been up to lately.

Rinatro: I see. Your family has always been close, huh?

Ryusuke: True, but these days I've been spendin' more time with you.

Rintaro: That does seem to be the case.

Ryusuke: We’re like family anyway. Better yet, we’re more than family, we’re soulmates.

Our bond will last for a long time, yeah?

Rintaro: Of course.

(There’s never any lies or embellishments in Ryusuke’s words. The fact that I was able to meet someone that I can talk to like this—)

Ryusuke: I’m seriously glad I met ya, Rin-chan

Rintaro: I was just thinking the same thing.

Ryusuke: It’s hard to come by someone that’ll stick by you for so long.

Rintaro: Well, I’m the only one who can keep you company, aren’t I? I’m glad we met too.

(This is why I sing. Because I met Ryusuke, I can live as myself.)

(That’s why I want to keep singing. Right next to Ryusuke…)

Part 1: Verse | Part 2: Bridge | Part 3: Chorus

[l8rhader]

writing ask meme: 7, 17, 18 💜

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

In real life, happy endings seem unachievable and few and far between. When I write, I get to guarantee that someone is happy. Even if it's not 'ride off into the sunset' happy, it's happy enough. It's now happy.

[usually]

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

Truthfully, I started answering this yesterday and I had a much longer answer, but I closed the tumblr app in the middle of it. XD

My current WIP is a Nick and Jess surprise baby fic because they spend entirely too much time not being together, so I wanted to fix that. One thing that won't really make it in is the continued hesitance of Schmidt. I wanted to keep it fluffy and happy and, as much as I think that Schmidt especially, would have had some less than supportive things to say if they'd realized they were pregnant around the time they broke up in the show, I was NOT going to write that. :) Another thing that didn't make it in was a phone call with Jess and her sister or Nick and his brother. Their parents, yes. But I don't feel confident that it's not already too long and adding in their siblings would just make it longer.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

From Will My Love Grow?

"Did he call?"  Richie shook his head and focused straight out of the windshield.  

"No, he showed up in looking for Frank," Went answered.  He looked over at his son, so much older and still, like this, so much the same little brat he'd been when he was 12.  "Do you want to tell me what happened or do you just want me to drive you home?"

Richie hung his head, staring at the spot on his thumb he'd torn open.  "Is there a third option?"  It was a joke, really.  He had planned on calling Went later anyway, but the fact that Went did, indeed, have a 3rd option- well, at the very least a stall before he had to pick one- made it easier.

The little diner was abandoned at that hour, too late for dinner, too early for late-night.  Went pumped quarters into the jukebox and, like he always did when presented the opportunity, Richie punched in song after song.  When he got to The Chordettes, he paused, flipping to the next record agitated.  

Went let out a low whistle.  "That bad, huh?"  Richie looked at him, confused.  "You've played Eddie, My Love on every jukebox you've touched that had it since you first saw it.  You were probably 9?  What happened?"

"I'm sure he told you," Richie said, flipping the card back and forth.

"He did."  Went took a sip of his coffee, then folded his arms.  "I want to hear it from you."

Richie stared up at the neon shadows chasing on the ceiling.  “He scared me.”  Richie told Went the whole story, how he felt, what they’d both said that morning.  Went nodded along, following the story intently.  “I didn’t know if something had happened and then this morning, I was so relieved that he was okay but I was so pissed because, then, why didn’t he let me know?  If he had a project come up, there are payphones literally all over campus.  We saved up to buy a cell phone for the car for just that reason.”  Richie tapped at his napkin with his fork.  He hadn’t meant to blow up, but Eddie had accused him of hovering and that was something he didn’t do.  If that was what Eddie thought was hovering, what was he supposed to do.  “So, I told him that if he didn’t want me around, I’d figure something else out.”

Went sighed, shaking his head at his son.  “But you didn’t mean that.”

“Of course not.”  

But that was where Eddie had gotten the idea that Richie was going to leave.  “You know he thinks you do, right?”

He shook his head.  “He can’t think that.  He knows that I love him.  He knows he’s my soulmate and I would never-”  Richie took one look at his father and folded.  “Is that what he thinks?”

“Don’t you remember what his mother said about you?  About me ?”

Suddenly, it hit him.  It all hit him.  He didn't think about it much, at least not in a direct sense, but Eddie... Fuck.  Eddie had gone through so much and, of course, him leaving when they had a fight was “Is he still at your place or did he go home?”

“I told him to go home.  He might have stayed with Frank for a while, but that was hours ago.  He’s probably home by now.”  Went gave his son a soft smile.  They’d figure it out.  Still, it was nice to know that they still needed a little guidance, a swift kick in the ass every once in a while.  “Do you want to get our food to go?”

“Yeah.  And I should probably grab dinner for Eds.”  Richie scooted out of the booth to go find their waitress.  Went pumped in F8 on the jukebox and smiled as the familiar doo-wop song flooded the air.  As Richie had done a million times since he was little, he turned around and stuck his tongue out pointedly at Went.  Went returned it by blowing him a kiss off the tip of his middle finger.

This is actually thoroughly based off of a real life story for me.

My first crush was a boy named Eddie. I had a crush on him all throughout elementary school. Literally from kindergarten until the day I met [redacted for ick factor because you know me irl]. My parents used to take me to this little silver diner in Lancaster PA and Eddie My Love was on the jukebox. And, of course, me being me, I found it and, me being me, I would play it all the time. It was something I'd wanted to utilize in a Reddie story for ages and finally, I found a time for it. It's such a stupid little thing, but it's very true.

[lets-talk-spirituality]

Would you mind telling me about my soulmate please I was told they are coming in soon/ they are from abroad but idk how 🐇

Hi! I can do my best. Let’s see what spirit wants to show you.

Spirit what do you want them to know about their soulmate?

Your soulmate is beautiful and divinely chosen for you. You need to trust us and our timing, you have correctly intuited this. But their beauty is in their soul, in their energy. You worry you will not meet, but that is for us to handle, not you. Your job is to live as authentically as possible so that they can recognize you. They are tasked with the same thing.

Flowing hair, beautiful brown color, I’m seeing the sky, sunset behind them, pinks and oranges, I think this person will bring a sunset of many ways of being, old beliefs, etc for you, I’m getting hot, maybe it’s warm where you meet, giggling and sand, clinking drinks, meeting them feels like a vacation from reality, a vacation from who you are, from the world, from the day to day, from being human, it is freeing for you, their energy is so warm, maybe I’m hot because you guys are holding one another? It’s warm all on my back, maybe sun burn? Oh their light may burn you, but that’s only to show you the truth of who you are in the ashes. Let their love burn you to nothingness, and rebuild from the rubble, they can show you how to construct a better foundation, you can learn together.

What do they say?

Hello, my love, my darling (seductive sultry voice, warm and playful, running their finger on the rim of a martini glass) Missing me huh? I get it. I’d miss me too (big smile). I hope you’re doing well wherever you are. Sigh. I’m here, here-ing, and ya know growing or whatever. I mean don’t get me wrong, life is beautiful and yada yada but I know you’re missing, this phantom piece of me I can’t touch, that’s okay, one day maybe, (they’re looking off into the distance) What do I want to be? I wish I knew? Yours. I know I should want more. Maybe I do. It’s hard to tell these days what to want because what’s the point in desire if it’s unattainable. Life in so many ways is full of unattainable things we have to watch and accept they are not ours. I wonder if love is that at times, something I always watch from a distance but never truly touch. I wonder if you are that too. That’s not easy (very deep thinking here, philosophical) but I try. I try to accept my place and yours and this time. I try to love it even though i hate it (not really but I do and don’t ya know?) maybe you could try to improve our skills in letting things be what they are. Like you and me, we are what we are, huh? Sigh. Maybe it’s never more than this weird energy we exchange and I’m trying to let that be okay. I love you forever anyway. Who’s to say what the future holds. I try not to think of the future too much. I’m working on presence, not easy either (they’re in a bar, finish their drink) off to more life or whatever! (More life album by Drake came up)

Card Pull

Oracles of the Fairies

Healing—now is a time for you to give and recieve healing, everyone has a natural ability to heal others—yes even you!

This card to me, confirms what I was saying about them burning you, their love can heal you, but your love can heal them too. The more you love and heal yourself, the more you love and heal them.

Hope this resonates and helps! Mwah 😘

[luxsombra]

Chapter 5 preview:

Ko-Fi tips are always appreciated!

He wouldn’t say they’re cuddling. Rin would have never agreed to that. But Rin is stretched out across his bed, leaning back against the wall as his fingers card through blonde hair. Shidou’s between Rin’s legs, using one thigh as a pillow while the other leg is bent beside his head. They’d been like this for ten minutes or so now and neither seemed to be in a rush to change that.

“Hey, cockroach?”

Shidou twists himself around enough to catch Rin’s eye. “Why don’t you give me a cuter nickname? What about Teddy Bear?”

Rin rolls his eyes. “In your dreams. Now shut up. I have a question.”

Shidou, predictably, doesn’t shut up. “Ask away, Rin Rin.”

“Do you feel weird when we’re apart?” Rin hates how fucking soft that came out sounding, had intended for it to be much more nonchalant. But how else could he have worded it without being obvious?

“Not weird but I guess pissed off,” Shidou explains, settling back into what Rin assumes was the more comfortable position. “I started at least three fights with the Under 20 bros because I was just in a shit mood.”

“That sounds normal for you.”

“Nah. Normal is picking fights for fun. Being actually pissed off is so much less enjoyable.”

This feels like the most docile moment they’ve ever experienced with each other. Shidou’s being open with him and Rin feels the urge to give the same in return. He speaks up, focusing his gaze on the way Shidou’s hair fans out beneath his fingers.

“I feel this… nagging prickle in the back of my head.”

“Yeah! That’s it! And that’s what pisses me off.” Shidou’s head tips back until he’s looking at Rin upside down, his usual crazed grin on his face. Rin’s heart slams against his rib cage so hard, he’s positive Shidou can feel the vibration.

He’s so fucking content right now, dare he say, happy. He can’t even remember the last time he’d felt either of these emotions. What’s worse is he doesn’t seem to mind it near as much as he thought he would. It’s as terrifying as it is a breath of fresh air. He doesn’t know if he should hold it close to his chest or throw it as far as he can. And yet, he can’t bring himself to panic about it either. One look into the depths of magenta and everything goes quiet.

“I guess soulmates are a real thing after all, huh?” He more meant to keep that thought to himself, and yet, he doesn’t feel any regret towards Shidou hearing.

“What’s your beef with them anyway?” It’s not aggressive. It’s pure curiosity as Shidou turns and rolls onto his side, looking at Rin properly.

Rin’s quiet for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to articulate his thoughts in a coherent manner. Shidou waits silently, eyes never leaving the younger yet the gaze gives no pressure. Finally, Rin decides what he’s trying to say.

“I’m tired of always being half of a whole. I’m never allowed to just be me on my own. I’m either Sae’s little brother, or Isagi’s rival, or I guess now, your soulmate.”

Still Shidou watches him. It seems like he’s waiting for Rin to finish, because it’s only once Rin remains silent that he reaches out to give Rin’s calf a gentle shove.

“You’re whole on your own whether we’re soulmates or not. You don’t need me. You’d burn this world under your cleat with or without my help.”

It’s so strange to hear such words coming from Shidou. Sure, he barely knows the guy. Even since meeting him, they’d spent more time apart than together and yet still, Rin knows this side of him is not one Shidou allows the world to see. It feels like this is something special, just for him.

“Who knew you could be decent at life advice?”

Shidou visibly relaxes, apparently much more comfortable now that they are through the heavier mood.

“I’m decent at a lotta things. You’re just gonna have to learn for yourself, schmoopy.”

“Don’t call me that, idiot,” Rin says, kicking Shidou hard until he falls off the bed. A loud thud fills the air, followed by a grunt of pain just as Rin reaches over to hit the light switch on the wall beside his bed.

He isn’t sure what he expected, but it certainly wasn’t to feel Shidou’s arms close around his waist a moment later.

“Go to your own bed,” Rin says, trying to shrug him off. Shidou, of course, doesn’t budge.

“I spent two weeks unable to think about anything other than you. Gimme one night of relief, dammit.” Shidou speaks low, his lips brushing against the nape of Rin’s neck with each syllable. It’s intoxicating. More than that, Shidou has a point. He’s the most at peace he’s been in weeks. Why not give himself a few hours to enjoy it at least?

“And you said I’m the romantic,” he grumbles, shifting so they both have room. “One night. That’s it. This doesn’t mean we’re dating.”

Shidou’s only response is a soft hum.

Stop Me When You've Had Enough

Fandom: Blue Lock (Manga)

Main Pairing: Itoshi Rin / Shidou Ryuusei

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 12k+

Tags: Soulmate AU, Canon Compliant, Manga Spoilers, Switch Dynamics

Summary:

Soulmates. Such a stupid fucking concept. Rin honestly thinks it’s fucking fake, anyway. See when soulmates find one another, there’s no visible mark, not physical change. It’s supposedly just a ‘feeling’ you get when you see your fated partner. A load of fucking horse shit is what Rin thinks about that. People will look for any sorry ass excuse to justify why their relationship is superior to all other relationships. Just say you’re in love and move on. No need to drag this damn ‘soulmates’ concept around. It has to be a cosmic fucking joke when his soulmate turns out to be Shidou fucking Ryuusei.

Read it on AO3

[killemwithkawaii]

Goretober 2022 Day 31: Soulmates pt. 1

[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]

The sixth time we met, I ran into you while you were grocery shopping.

I’d already found you, and had been keeping track of you and your blog for about a month.  I’d already found your IP address, all your passwords to your emails and other accounts, and your bank information. It was pretty easy to figure out your schedule from all that. You’ve said it yourself in multiple timelines- you’re a creature of habit. You like doing the same things over and over again, which works out great for me. I figured out your sleep and work schedules based on when you made posts, and looking at your credit card statement, I knew you went grocery shopping at the same supermarket, on the same day, around the same time every week. I knew that was one of the few places that I could run into you and I would get to see you up close and in-person for the first time again, since pretty much everything else was shut down by then.

When I spotted you, you were in the produce section. I knew it was you right away- your heart-print sweater, something like you wore during the fifth time we were together, was a dead give-away. Heh, you were shorter than I’d expected, but it looked like you were still pretty sturdy under those oversized clothes… I got closer, trying to look casual, pretending to browse through the bins until I managed to side-saddle up against your cart and get a good look at you. You had big eyes with long lashes, pale skin, dark hair that was longer and more wild than I’d ever seen you wear it… it looks good on you. I really like it… do you mind if I…?

…

Uh, okay, maybe later… well, I couldn’t see if you had your lip piercing or crooked teeth, since that bug’s been going around and everyone is wearing masks, but I didn’t need to. The mask you were wearing had a printed-on smile that looked exactly like the one you had the fourth time I found you. It was really, really cute to see it on you in person… You were holding a box of strawberries, and you carefully inspected them before you put them in your cart. Food quality is important to you, just like the second time we were together…. That’s why I double-checked that everything I got for us to eat while we’re here is really fresh! We just have to actually, ya’know… eat it… before it goes bad…?

….

[sigh]

While you did that, I was staring at you... I couldn’t help it, I was so, so happy to see you, Mitchie… I wanted to call you by your name, give you a big hug, and tell you how much I’d missed you and how much I love you… I think you noticed. You glanced up at me, and from what I could tell, you smiled at me from under your mask before you carried on with your routine grocery shopping trip…. 

Eheh, did you recognize me? Huh? C’mon, you can tell me…

….

Anyway… I trailed behind you, watching you be you…. It wasn’t hard, because you were so focused on the task at hand, and you took a very predictable route through the store. Produce, dry goods, then refrigerated stuff, so they wouldn’t be left out at room temperature for too long… You checked your list often and compared prices on everything, and I took note of what you picked up so I would know what to get for when I brought you here. I know you like to eat the same things a lot… I made sure to make special notes about the things you put back while shaking your head, probably because they were 'too expensive' for you to justify buying for yourself. I wanted to treat you, since this is a really special occasion…~ 

I noticed you picked up a lot of produce and fresh meat, but not a lot of ready-made or snack food- I was happy to see that you were taking care of yourself and that you cooked at home, because it meant we would be able to cook together again while we were here… if you want to…

.......

… You did get more caffeinated drinks than I wanted you too, but I wasn’t really surprised, since that’s a habit you have a lot…. You picked up a bottle of vodka and a bottle of wine, but only one of each, which was honestly a relief… Don’t get me wrong, I loved you when you were a big drinker, but it got … kind of out of hand, sometimes…. 

While you did your rounds, I heard you talking to yourself about what you needed to buy, and you said ‘excuse me’ and ‘thank you’ to the staff and fellow shoppers you passed, like, a lot. I’m glad that you’re so polite in this timeline, too, but also happy that you don’t take as much shit as you have before… My favorite part of watching you during that trip was when I saw you find an empty aisle, and you took a running start and rode your cart down it, after you’d looked both ways to make sure you wouldn’t run into anyone. Fun and spontaneous, but also cautious and considerate… I also noticed that sometimes, you’d hold your fist out a little at your side, almost like you were holding the hand of someone that wasn’t there… I wanted to reach out and take it, but that would have kinda blown my cover… [laughing]

When you’d checked everything off your list, I watched you go through the checkout. You made polite chit-chat with the cashier and used some coupons- frugal- but you didn’t fuss when a few of them didn’t work- you’re understanding, too….

I followed you out into the parking lot to see you off, but I saw an opportunity to sneak into the back seat of your car and hide myself under some of the trash and stuff on the floor, like the first time we were together, while you were putting your cart back. You got caught up organizing the other carts that other people hadn’t bothered to put away properly- You don’t like when people aren’t considerate, just like the first time, and I think I saw you bitching to yourself about it the whole time you were doing it, just like you would have the second time…

When you got in the car, you fastened your seatbelt first-thing, and while you drove, you used your turn signal and followed the speed limit and you talked shit about some other motorists that weren’t being courteous. You also belted out the lyrics to the music you played- it was a lot like how you drove the first and second time, except now, you sometimes looked over at the passengers seat and smiled at nothing…. I wanted so badly to crawl up to the front and sing with you in the car again… but I’m patient. We can do that when I take you back home later…

When you got home from your shopping trip, I snuck out of your car while you were carrying bags of groceries up to your apartment. The number of bags you grabbed at a time confirmed my theory that you were strong this time, but I still wished I could have helped you with them… 

I kept watching through the windows of your apartment all night so I could get a glimpse of you being you in your natural habitat, like I got to see the fifth time. You came out on your porch in the evening with a mug of something- probably coffee, liked you tend to like- and smoked weed out of a big glass bong, a lot like the one you had the third time. You looked like you were feeling pretty good, and when you went back inside, I watched you pacing back and forth for about 45 minutes straight. It reminded me of the walks we used to take in my room the fourth time we were together…. You were staring off at nothing while you did that, talking and gesturing to no one. And then, you sat down for a while, and a new post about me appeared on your blog. I realized you must have been daydreaming of me while you were pacing, just like I used to daydream about you during our ‘walks’, and like how we daydreamed about each other in just about every timeline before our honeymoons began in them….

You stayed up late- you’re a night owl, like you usually are- and I stayed there watching until you went to sleep. Then, I crawled back into the back seat of your car to get some rest, and I drifted off imagining that I was in your bed with you, and you’d kissed me goodnight before you turned out the lights…

I know it’s been hard on you, but thanks to the quarantine making you stay home where I could watch you, and you posting on your blog all the time about all the things you imagined and remembered doing with me to cope, I was able to learn a lot about this version of you, and I was able to put all of this together for us. I wanted to make sure everything was perfect… a perfect place for the two of us to spend our sixth honeymoon together… the perfect getaway to where we always wanted to go on vacation, where it could be just the two of us, having fun and spending time together doing whatever we want to do… and then, when our time together ends, I’ll be gone, you’ll be able to go right back to your life. After October, this’ll all just be a memory that feels like a dream, like none of it ever happened…. 

That’s all I want from this, Mitchie. Please, please let me do that for us… we don’t have a lot of time left. Let’s just make the most of it, okay…?

[END TRANSCRIPT]

[citrinesparkles]

wherefore art thou like this?

jason todd x gender neutral reader. 784 words. notes: i don't even have an excuse for this, but it sort of ties into my piece by any other name, and the last portion of it was (in a very roundabout way) inspired by the soulmate anon. (thanks, pal!) warnings: vague discussion of food, me shamelessly abusing literary classics.

"it's four in the afternoon." you called, leaning against the bedroom doorframe and fondly watching the lump in your sheets. "at this point, i'm considering making the bed around you."

he groaned, grabbing a pillow, hugging it tightly to his chest, and burying his face in it.

"you've been in bed for twelve hours, and i know you slept at least six of those," you continued, making your way to the bed to stand directly in front of him with your arms crossed sternly over your chest. braced against whatever stunt he was about to pull. "i'm thrilled you're resting, but if you don't get up and go eat you're going to be a monster. and i'm not gonna deal with that today. this is officially a no hangry zone."

jason sighed, slipping the pillow down just enough for his messy hair and sleepy eyes to poke adorably over the top. "why don't you come take a nap with me, instead?"

"ja-son," emphasizing the end of his name in exasperation, "that does absolutely nothing to solve your impending, inevitable case of hangry-itis."

"but you're much nicer to hold than this pillow is." his voice was rumbly and deep and soft, pulling you in like a siren's song. you knew- he knew, he had to, the smug jerk- that you almost couldn't say no to him when he did that.

that, combined with the gentle plead in his eyes? how soft and ruffled and comfortable he looked? you didn't stand a chance.

you raised an eyebrow anyway.

his only reply was a series of innocent blinks, fluttering dark lashes against his cheeks.

and, predictably, maddeningly, you folded like a house of cards.

"fine," you sighed, "i'll come lay down if- if, seriously, only if- you go eat something first."

"deal." he tossed the pillow at you triumphantly, making you giggle as you caught it and he rolled out of bed. he stretched his hands dramatically to the sky before dropping them to meet your hips. "g'morning," he mumbled.

"good afternoon, you mean."

"mhm." he pulled you forwards, kissing you softly.

you dropped the pillow, hands moving up to rest against his chest and jaw, and you felt him smile against you.

he pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours and tracing his thumbs in light, lazy circles just under your shirt.

"hey." he greeted, the happiness in his voice settling nicely under your ribs and spreading warmth through your chest.

"hey," you breathed, eyes sliding open a moment later to meet his blue-green gaze. "your eyes are pretty."

his quiet chuckle danced across your skin. "that's rich, coming from you. look in the mirror lately?

the warmth in your chest found its way to your cheeks, but you really couldn't decide if that was because of the comment, the soft, flirty tone in which it had been delivered, or the way he was looking at you like held the world in your hands.

or maybe it was the way his hands felt like they belonged against your skin.

or, maybe, the fact that this delightful, infuriating, magical young man smelled like your favorite lotion.

you figured it was probably safe to blame him, though. it was his fault somehow.

"you're adorable."

you flicked his shoulder, scrunching your nose at him. "and you're exhausting. go eat."

he groaned, dropping his head backwards as he theatrically fell away from you to clutch his heart. "fine, i can tell when i'm not wanted! banished to the kitchen, like a lowly criminal!"

"yep."

"cast away, discarded!"

"uh huh."

"thrown to the wind!"

"mhm."

"you wound me, gorgeous, you really do."

you bit back a grin, nodding solemnly. "go see if last night's leftovers will mend your broken heart, romeo."

"oh, did my heart love till now?" he quoted, making no effort to hide his own grin, broad and smug as you realized your error. "forswear it, sight, for I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."

"oh, for the love of-"

he cut you off by gently scooping up your hand, clutching it to his chest. "if i profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this-"

"jason, i swear-"

the grin smoothed into something softer, warmer, more genuine as he carried on, making your face heat up all over again. "my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."

"you're making parting seem like a much, much sweeter sorrow here, lover boy."

your grumbled protest and dry glare made him laugh, brushing a kiss against your knuckles with a quick wink before disappearing towards the kitchen, leaving you to bury your burning face in your hands.

[lilysdaydreams]

Praise Bingus (No fucking way)

→  I do not claim to know corpse- therefore please don't think that this is what he would actually act like, or that any details about his life are actually true. this is fiction.

→ Pairing: Corpse Husband X Fem!Reader

→ Genre: Angst and fluff. (FLUFF IS COMING I SWEAR)

→ Words: 3.9k

→ In a world where everyone is born with a mark on their wrist, two souls come together over the power of bingus.

→ (this isnt crack lol)

→ Warnings: Lots of swearing, um self-depreciation? rejection (kinda) and negative thoughts overall. Sorry im new to warnings.

→ Authors Note: this is the first time im doing like angst so please tell me if I did well? Um also, I’ve already started on the part 2 so keep your eyes out for that. If you wanna be tagged for part two please comment and lemme know. Also check out my other fics if you want!

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Soulmates were a phenomenon. They'd been there for ages, drawn into the Egyptian tomb paintings, seen in the cave paintings from millions of years ago, talked about in stories passed down from generation to generation. They could be matching drawings, first words, names; all black before the soulmates met and turning gold the moment they talked to each other. There wasn't a scientist in the world who could explain the phenomenon.

You'd received your mark at birth just like everyone else, a sentence running around your wrist,

"No fucking way."

Your parents weren't that happy when you asked at the age of 4 what "fucking" meant but it wasn't that bad. You were happy that you had something unique, something other than the "Hi," or "Excuse me," that was on every other arm.

When you were 13, a little girl on the train pointed to your wrist and asked her mom what it meant. Ever since then, you'd taken to wearing bracelets over it. This had turned out to be a good idea because a few years later you started making Youtube videos. At the age of 16, you started a Youtube channel where you focused on a variety of things; makeup, fashion, games, art, skits and a whole lot more.

At the age of 20, you had a steady following of a little more than a million subscribers, and you had moved to LA to be closer to all your Youtube friends. You hadn't just grown on Youtube, you'd also started a lot of side projects. You were known for the art that you did on the side, along with the makeup palette you'd come out with a year ago. Soon you were planning to release a merch collection, one that you had been working on for a whole year now.

You hadn't met your soulmate at this point but honestly, you didn't really mind. Balancing Youtube and study (along with all your other side projects) was hard. There was no need to add the struggle of love into it... Or that's what you told yourself anyways.

There were days though, days where you wished you had someone to hug, someone to cuddle in bed with, someone to go on long walks with. You didn't let yourself wallow on it that long though. Crying about it was gonna do absolutely nothing.

It started on a rainy day. The story of you and him. You were editing your soon to be uploaded video, an e-girl outfits lookbook, which had been requested by your followers. Your personal style was all over the place and your previous soft girl and cottage care look books had done well, so you decided to continue the series.

You eyes blurred as you looked at the same point of the video, and you sighed, removing your glasses and rubbing your eyes. Your editor was sick and had let you know that they wouldn't be able to edit it by the deadline so here you were, editing it yourself. You stretched in your chair letting out a yawn. You were contemplating on whether to make coffee or not when your phone pinged.

"Nooooo" you whined when you noticed it was on the coffee table that was just a little out of your reach. Stretching your foot out, you tried to grab it between your toes and then sighed when the phone fell.

"I have zero luck, I swear" you muttered to yourself, bending to pick up the phone.

The text was from Rae, asking you to join a game of Among Us. You and Rae had been friends for a bit now, which all started when she came across your art and decided to order something from you. You had chatted and clicked immediately, immediately becoming fast friends. Ever since the lockdown started, she often asked you to join in on Among us games and your friendship had really grown over these past few months.

You sent a quick "sure!" and then went to your table, waiting for the PC to turn on. Quickly tweeting out that you were streaming, you opened up Youtube and turned on the stream, saying a quick hello and letting them know what you'd be doing.

"Rae just invited me guys, I don't really know who's there," you mumbled, replying to a comment asking you who you were playing with.

You squinted your eyes, joining the voice chat and then opening your phone camera to quickly check that you didn't look horrible. Sure you didn't really care about how you looked but it was always good to check that you didn't have anything stuck between your teeth before you turned on the camera.

There was already a conversation going on, between who you thought was Corpse and Sykkuno, judging by their voices.

"Yeah I could totally do that. Get a cat and name it Bingus. I wonder if th-"

You gasped when you heard what they were talking about and unmuted yourself immediately yelling "PRAISE LORD BINGUS" and effectively shocking everyone in the chat.

A moment of silence and then Rae yelled: "OH MY FUCKING GOD Y/N, YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME."

You giggled as everyone groaned and whined, saying hi as they realised who it was. You had played with Sykkuno and the others a few times before but you'd never met Corpse before. You'd heard his voice though, as he was trending on twitter constantly over the past few weeks. Once they all quietened down, you realised Corpse hadn't said anything. Since you knew everyone else in the lobby, you introduced yourself, wondering if you'd scared him a bit too hard.

"Hey Corpse, I'm Y/N from Y/C/N, its so nice to finally meet you," you said gritting your teeth at you awkward introduction. For a second there was no response and then three words were said that made your jaw drop to the floor.

"No fucking way"

He had whispered it, obviously still in shock, and your eyes widened in surprise as a tingle spread all over your body. So this was what everyone meant by "you'll just know," when you asked them about how you would recognize your soulmate.

"Holy shit" you thought frozen in your seat.

Never had you been more glad that you hadn't turned the camera on yet.

"Uhhhh-" you started, but stopped now knowing what to say.

What the fuck were you supposed to do now.

"Wha- Whats wrong?" Rae asked after a moment passed.

Corpse cleared his throat and started "Its um, shes my -" and you cut him off, heart beating in your chest.

"Nothing. Its nothing." you said talking over him. "Who else are we waiting for Rae?" you asked joining the lobby quickly and choosing red as your colour.

"Uh one more person," she said slowly, still a bit confused.

"Oh awesome!" you said fake enthusiasm prevalent in your voice. "So Sykkuno," you started, wanting to keep the conversation going. "How's Bimbus doing?"

Sykkuno launched into a story of Bimbus and you blew out a sigh of relief, mind still numb over the revelation.

Corpse was your soulmate.

The guy who had literally went viral the past few weeks was your soulmate.

You'd finally found him.

You heard Rae cut Sykkuno off, telling everyone she was starting the game and muttered a "Thank god" when the words "CREWMATE" appeared on your screen. You would not have been able to play imposter at the moment, your mind pretty much stuck on the fact that Corpse was your fucking soulmate.

Heading down to admin, you realised you hadn't said anything yet to the stream so you quickly turned on your cam, saying a quick sorry to the viewers.

"Sorry guys, I forgot to put the camera on," you smiled focusing on card swipe.

"I hope everyone's been okay, I know this was quite sudden, but Rae invited me and I was like why not you know," you said rambling as you moved to comms and did the task there.

Lights were called and you moved to electrical, arriving there just as Leslie fixed them. You moved into the back of electrical doing the three tasks you had there when Sykkuno suddenly came in and went straight to standing on top of the vent.

You giggled already knowing his trick.

"Okay guys," you mumbled watching Sykkuno wiggle on the vent. "do we trust Sykkuno or not?"

"You know what," you said making a split second decision. "Its the first game, we might as well."

Joining him on the vent, you stilled for a second and then breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't automatically kill you.

"See, what did I tell you guys huh?" you question smiling straight at the camera. "I knew Sykkuno could be trusted."

You decided to follow Sykkuno going into reactor with him and starting 'Simon says' and just as you were on the last part, a body was found making you let a whine out.

"Guysss," you whined to the camera as Rae started talking about how she had found Daves body in admin.

"Um, I havent been in admin since the start of the game," you said, "also I can clear Sykkuno, for the last part of the round, he's been with me since lights went out."

Sykkuno confirmed it, "Yup that's right, also I can hard clear Y/N cuz guess what? She stood on the vent with me and none of us died."

Everyone chuckled as he said "Thats good enough for me."

"Uh, I was in navigation mostly." said Lily.

"Poki, can I just ask what you were doing?" said Sean, an undercurrent of mirth present.

"Me?" asked Poki speaking for the first time. "What was I doing?"

"You weren't doing any tasks, you were literally just walking from one side of medbay to the other when I peeked in."

Poki started laughing, trying to get her words out at the same time.

"Okay so-" a giggle. "okay okay- I was just, I was trying to um do the beep test," she said finally breaking down and making everyone else laugh as well.

"What the fuck?" you said, laughing at the image in your mind.

"My chat told me to do it last game so I decided to do it now, I was literally just playing around," she said finally, adding "I swear I'm not imposter" at the end.

"Hmmm," you hummed, bringing a hand up to stroke your chin. "Are you sure it was last game Poki... hm...."

Giggling at Poki indignant "YES it was last game", you quickly skipped voting like everyone else as the timer went into the last ten seconds.

Humming a tune under your breath, you went back to reactor, taking a minute to carefully do Simon says and then moved to the other task counting out one two three as you pressed on the numbers. Humming, you moved out of reactor, only to come face to face with Corpse. You paused for a second, and then moved ahead, refusing to show anything on camera. For some reason he followed you as you went to storage, looking at you while you did the trash.

"Why is he just staring?" you mumbled, biting your lip. God, you really didn't wanna think of him right now. You started walking to shields, him still walking with you when lights were called and not a second later a body was reported.

Suddenly there was screaming your ears as Toast and Rae both started accusing each other.

"Wait- Wait WAIT" yelled Poki trying to get them to stop. "What happened?"

"I'll explain" declared Rae, not letting toast get a word in. "We were in navigation okay, me, Toast and Leslie. Lights went out, and suddenly a report buttons there. It's either Toast or someone came in just as lights went out and killed but that doesn't seem likely because I didn't see anyone anywhere near us at all. Anyways I'm fucking telling the truth guys, its Toast, he's the one who did it."

"Toast, do you have anything to say for yourself?" asked Corpse, his voice making your insides shiver.

"Holy shit, this is my soulmate", you thought for the fiftieth time.

"Uh yeah," replied toast. "I didn't do it."

Everyone laughed as he continued.

"Like seriously, I wouldn't do anything like this because it'd be a stupid move from my own part, and I think Raes smart enough to not do this as well. I think someone else came in just as lights went down and killed immediately, which to be honest, was pretty smart of them."

"Okay so I can clear Corpse," you cut in noticing the timer was close. "he was with me in weapons when it happened, he wouldn't have had time to go all the way up, or even vent there because we were literally walking in."

"Yup that's right," confirmed corpse.

"I'm in cafeteria" said Poki.

"Yeah, I saw her on my way to weapons," said Sykkuno, "and I'm in weapons right now,"

"I'm in lower engine" said Sean, and Lily said she was in reactor.

"I think it's Toast," you mumbled and then rose your voice to talk over everyone. "Look okay fine, maybe he said it was a stupid move and he wouldn't do it but maybe he did it for that exact reason. He thought he could get away with it because no one would expect him to do something like that."

As the timer started going down by 10, you voted for Toast and it turned out 3 had skipped the vote while five had voted for him.

damn.

"Guys you actually voted for him?" you said in a high voice, re-enacting one of Sykkunos most said lines.

You heard a "oh for gods sake" from Rae before everyone went silent and you giggled as you moved back down to weapons to do your tasks.

You finished all your tasks and decided to go to security to check where everyone is. Humming as you moved through the electrical hallway, you narrowed your eyes as Corpse came out of electrical and went towards storage. Quickly ducking in you didn't see a body so you headed back out, going into cams and gasping as you saw the body. Reporting immediately you were shocked to see the four kills that had happened. Now only you, Corpse, Sean and Rae were left.

"Oh my god," you mumbled confused. Either there were still two imposters, and Toast wasn't the imposter or the imposter literally killed and did nothing else. Now either that could mean that its definitely Rae if Toast wasn't the imposter, or that it was Corpse as the only imposter left. That was a bit weird though becuase he could have totally killed you at the start of the game. You didn't suspect Sean at all.

"What the fuck?" mumbled Corpse, and Rae made her animal noises expressing her shock.

"Okay," you said taking charge and relaying the kill and your theory to everyone. "So either it was Toast and there's only one other imposter, who is Corpse. Or Toast wasn't an imposter and there's two of them left. I-" you took a deep breath in at the end, very confused. " I don't know anymore,"

"I think its Corpse as well,"

Corpse who hadn't said anything up till this moment suddenly started stammering out "hey-hey uh let-lets not gang up on me okay. It's not-"

"No, wait, its because Y/N said you came out of electrical right, and I saw you in upper engine literally a bit ago and you went down. I went towards cafeteria so I don't know exactly where you went but its totally possible that you killed."

You voted form him after that, convinced it was Corpse, and the other followed quickly.

"Guys what the fuck, at least give me a chance to explain my self" he whined when his body was thrown off the ship seconds later. You cheered when the "VICTORY" sign was displayed across the screen, bringing up your chat and laughing at Toast as he pretended to be angry at me.

"That was a great round, good work Y/N"

"Thankyou" you mumbled staring at your chat. You were confused when you saw the absolute influx of messages on there, and you were barely able to read them because they were going so fast. You scrolled up, and read through the few of the messages;

"You've made corpse sad."

"Corpse has literally been so quite since you came in, can you leave."

"Omg stop with the hate messages, its not her fault if corpse isn't talking to you"

"are you his ex or something? What was that reaction at the start?"

"what did you do? Corpse literally hasn't said a word since you came in."

"Um..."

Corpse POV

Corpses heart stopped for a minute, his breath catching. The words on his wrist glowed gold, and he stared at the little red character standing there.

This person was the reason that he had "PRAISE BINGUS" stretched across his wrist.

They were the only reason that he had searched "Bingus" on google for all of his life. The only reason Corpse knew about the meme before anyone else was because he was constantly monitoring the word online. Ever since March, he had been waiting with bated breath, anxious that he could meet his soulmate at any moment. and here you were.

For some reason, he had never expected that he would meet you in among us, or while he was on stream. He always thought it'd be someone outside. It was a bit stupid in hindsight as all he did nowadays was play among us.

He heard you introduce yourself to him but the only thing that came out of his mouth was “No fucking way”.

Immediately after he wanted to slap himself.

“Idiot” he thought to himself. “At least try to make a good impression.”

When Rae asked what was wrong, heat sprung to his cheeks as he started revealing that they were soulmates, but Y/N cut him off, saying that it was nothing.

Corpse’s heart sank a little then.

'Maybe she’s just a private person,' he reasoned with himself.

'I shouldn’t have tried to say it on stream either. God, I’m a fucking idiot, if I said it, literally everyone would know and not only would I have hated the attention, she probabaly would have as well.'

Convincing himself that she was right, he reassured himself that it wasn’t because of him. She wasn’t revealing it because she probably didn't want all the attention.

For some reason though, his heart sank even more when Y/N didnt talk to him, instead talking to sykkuno about his dog. Like sure he could understand not wanting to reveal they were soulmates but shouldn’t she at least wanna talk to him? At this point he wouldn’t even mind if she talked about his voice like everyone else.

He groaned when the word "Imposter" came across his screen, his and Toasts character standing together. He was not in the right mindset right now to be able to be a good imposter. Breathing in deeply he continued in the game, with the first round passing by quick. The second round, he saw Y/N and stood with her for a bit wondering if he should kill her. Her red character moved to weapons and he sighed moving the mouse over the kill button. Just as he was thinking of clicking a body was found. Corpse swore as Toast flew off the ship. Deciding he needed to speed it up he killed four people in the round, hissing when the meeting was called. The moment Y/N accused him, he knew it was over. He didn't even bother defending himself much, just hoping the game would end soon.

When they were in the lobby, he quickly told everyone that he was going to leave because his internet was acting up. Turning off the stream after saying a quick thank you to everyone, he leaned back in his seat breathing through his nose.

What the fuck was his life.

Even his soulmate didnt want him. Honestly, he should have expected this. Abandoned at 12 with no one around him, why did his expect his soulmate to even give a fuck about him. Tears pricked his eyes and he blinked trying to get rid of them. He breathed in deeply, grabbing the water on the table and taking a big gulp. He had never hated himself more than he did right now. Why couldnt he have an easier life.

“Why cant I just fucking be NORMAL” he yelled throwing the empty bottle of water at the wall.

Throwing himself into bed, he scrunched up his eyes, hoping that sleep would come today, not noticing as his phone lit up with a single message.

Your POV

You stayed for another game and then ducked out apologizing and making an excuse up.

"Sorry it was such a short stream, everyone," you said pouting at the camera. "It was fun though so hopefully I get to do it again." Waving goodbye, you turned off the camera and leaned your head back staring at the ceiling.

What the actual fuck.

Grabbing your phone, you stared at it for a bit. Everything that you had pushed to the back of your mind in the game, was suddenly in the forefront.

The only thing you knew about Corpse was that he had a really deep voice, he narrated horror movies, and he maybe did music?

'Rae mentioned that once right?' you thought to yourself.

You unlocked the phone and then locked it again, too scared to actually do anything.

Unlocked.

Locked.

Unlocked.

Locked.

"Oh get a grip," you muttered to yourself, opening the phone and sending a text to Rae.

‘Hey Rae, do you have corpses number? Do you mind sending it to me, I need to tell him something.’

A reply came in a minute,

‘umm, why. he's pretty private so idk i don't rlly wanna give his number if he doesn't want someone to have it’

You sighed, and decided you might as well tell her. You knew Rae wouldn't betray your trust.

‘He's my soulmate’

Immediately a ‘AHDJHAKJKAGDAK’ came as a reply and you giggled at the string of emojis after it.

‘Don't tell anyone,’ you sent quickly, trying to calm her down.

‘Okay okay, its XXX - XXX - XXXX, ASHAGDH IM DYING OMG. GO TALK TO HIM.’

Biting your lip you added Corpse into your contacts hesitating before putting a small black heart next to his name.

"Already simping," you mumbled under your breath, hands hovering over the keyboard as you struggled to think of what to write.

You finally decided on 'Hey, its Y/N, can I call?' thinking that something short would be the best way to go. Hand hovering over the send button, you sucked in a breath and pressed it, waiting with bated breath.

A minute passed.

And then five.

And then, without you even you realising, it'd been half an hour of you just looking at your phone.

An hour later, you were slumped on your desk, eyes closed and snoring lightly, the phone still open, the message you sent lighting up the screen.

tbc.

[dem-obscure-imagines]

Choosing Destiny

Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Fandom: Marvel/MCU

Summary: Pietro has never believed in fate or soulmates or destiny…well, until he meets you…

Note: I know it was recently confirmed in canon that Pietro and Wanda were 26 during Age of Ultron, but for my own purposes, I’m going to pretend they were only 23. WandaVision spoilers if you squint, but not really.

Warnings: Mentions of death (he doesn’t die tho)

Word Count: 3.5k

Reader is: Female

Pietro Maximoff didn’t believe in prophecy. He didn’t believe in soulmates, either, but that was another matter entirely. His entire life, he’d been making decisions. Important ones. And he wanted to believe that they mattered. That his choices determined his outcome. He didn’t want his hands to be tied when it came to matters like that, to his destiny or whatever.

And yet, at twenty years old, approximately three years before his life would change forever, the fair rolled into town. Wanda wanted to go. She always wanted to go. It helped take her mind off of everything. And besides, with the fair came the psychics that would set up their stands, charging a handful of coins for a reading on your future. Your destiny. Your soulmate.

Wanda was very into it, as he knew she would be, and so, reluctantly, he handed over the money and she sat down across from the psychic, who took Wanda’s hands, shivering slightly before she reached for her tarot cards and shuffled them. “I do see a soulmate in your future.” The psychic told her. “He’s tall. Heroic. I see a long cape billowing out behind him and there’s a…strong association with the color yellow. He’s very intelligent, wise. He’s quiet, but he has a lot to say. He will help you through difficult times.”

Wanda chatted with the psychic for a while longer before they finished her reading, and when she was done, she handed Wanda a small rose quartz stone, which she admired before tucking it into her pocket.

“Let’s go get something to eat.” Pietro nudged her onwards towards the food carts.

“Don’t you want a reading?” Wanda asked him.

He scoffed. “I don’t have a soulmate.”

“I beg to differ.” The psychic said softly, beckoning him closer. “Tell you what, this reading is on the house. Take a seat.”

Wanda pushed him closer to the chair and he rolled his eyes, but sat down anyway. His foot bounced up and down. He was antsy, always antsy. Impatient. And on top of it all, a skeptic.

The psychic reached for his hands and he gave them to her. As soon as she made contact with his skin, she gasped.

“Oh you have a soulmate alright. She’s incredibly powerful. I can feel her energy radiating just from your touch alone. You’re going to meet her soon. Not right away, but definitely in the next few years. I sense…some tension. Some resistance, but inevitably, things will work out.” She reached into a pouch hanging from the table and pulled out a butterfly charm. It was small and silver and made of metal and when she pressed it into his palm, it was cold to the touch. “You’ll know it’s her when you see a butterfly.”

Pietro was disbelieving, but he nodded, tucking the charm into his pocket.

“How about that, huh?” Wanda asked as they started walking away. “You have a soulmate after all.”

“We’ll see…” Pietro shook his head. “I still don’t buy it, though, for the record…”

“Sure.” Wanda smirked, unconvinced. She’d seen the look on her brother’s face she knew that look. And she knew that whether her brother liked it or not, he believed the slightest bit that there was someone out there made for him. She liked to believe it, too.

***

There were not many belongings Pietro had inside the walls of the Hydra facility he was transformed in. But one of them was the silver butterfly charm he had gotten at the fair that day. He always kept it with him, and he’d fought tooth and nail to be able to keep it when he’d gotten admitted.

When he was in his cell all alone, he’d take it out and look at it, study the intricate patterns on its wings, and then tuck it back into his pocket, his fingers fiddling with it.

He remembered the day when his transformation happened, although he didn’t like to think about it often. It stirred up weird emotions in the core of his being. Being…altered in a way like that. Changed into something he was never meant to be. Most of the moments from that day, his brain had tucked away, had hidden from him, but when he first stepped into the room with the stone, it had seemed to…come alive.

He watched with wide eyes as it released itself from the staff it had been held inside and floated in front of him. And in the glow of the stone, a figure manifested herself in front of him, a girl who was a bit shorter than him. She had giant butterfly-shaped wings spread out behind her and she landed in front of him, as real as he was. Vivid and beautiful. He stared at her for a long time, waiting for her to speak.

And she did.

“Pietro…” She’d spoken, her voice soft and sweet, but also…worried? He couldn’t tell. “I need you to be okay for me. Breathe, alright?”

“I…I don’t understand. What do you mean?” He asked, but she didn’t respond. It was like she was separated from him somehow, somewhere different in space and time although she was standing right there in front of him.

She reached forward and rested her hand against his cheek. “I’m here, now. Just breathe…”

And then everything went black.

When he came around, everything started…changing. For a few days, every step he took was at superspeed. He’d run into walls without really meaning to, rush forward feet at a time when he’d only meant to move a little. He was hungrier than he’d ever been in his life. He’d always loved food, but now, he felt like he was starving all the time when he was eating more than he ever had. His enhanced body burned through it like it was nothing. His hair started to turn blonde and then white, leaving the top half of his head a silvery bleached color that rivaled the snow. He barely recognized himself in the mirror anymore. Barely recognized this person he’d become.

The choice he’d made, the choice he and Wanda had made together, had sent him on a different path, had altered his destiny. And he wondered if he’d ever pay the price for it.

***

The day came, as he knew it would. His home town in Sokovia was being hoisted into the air, higher and higher every minute. The air was thin and he had trouble catching his breath. He was used to running, now. It was part of him, his speed. It was a gift. A blessing. A “miracle” as the scientists at Hydra had said. He couldn’t help but believe them.

He heard something approaching the border of the city, something big, and when he ran to the edge to see what it was, he was surprised, but pleasantly so, to see a Helicarrier rising, a S.H.I.E.L.D. logo emblazoned on it. He looked around and spotted Captain Rogers standing nearby with the Black Widow, so he ran over.

“This is S.H.I.E.L.D.?” He asked.

“This is what S.H.I.E.L.D. is supposed to be.” Rogers nodded, looking on proudly.

Pietro considered it for a moment before replying with a smile, “this is not so bad…”

It was then that he spotted her flying across the gap. The girl with the butterfly wings. And he couldn’t stop staring, his blue eyes fixed on her for a long moment. She said something, but he didn’t hear her, so distracted by her presence. He knew it had to be her, the girl from his vision.

“What?” He asked, blinking a few times. She giggled and the other two Avengers standing beside them chuckled knowingly.

“I said, I’m (Y/N).” You offered your hand and Pietro shook it, squeezing it slightly as he did so, and hesitant to let go once he was finished. “Fury reached out to me. Figured you could use all the help you could get.”

“We’d definitely accept an extra set of hands.” Rogers nodded. “What are your powers.”

“Flight, energy manipulation, enhanced strength…” You listed off. “There are kind of a lot. I can do whatever you need me to do. Be wherever you need me to be.”

“Priorities right now are evacuating civilians and killing robots.” Natasha said.

“That, I can do.” You nodded. “And you’re…?”

“Pietro.” He offered, smiling softly as he did, an unfamiliar warmth tingling in his stomach.

“Pietro.” You repeated, trying the name out. Your pronunciation was a little off, but he couldn’t help but grin at the attempt. “Alright. Well, let’s go kill some robots then, Pietro.” You let your wings flutter, and when you did, your feet lifted from the ground.

He smirked, getting a bit competitive as soon as you’d challenged him. “You’re on. Try to keep up.”

As the two of you rushed off into the city, Steve and Natasha watched with knowing looks, taking another little moment.

“Twenty bucks they’re together by Friday.” Nat said. “Maybe sooner.”

Steve shook her hand. “You’re on.”

***

The battle went smoothly until it didn’t, and as soon as Pietro took fire, you felt the hit in the center of your being. It shook you to your core, and once you’d shot the quinjet that had hit him out of the sky with a powerful stream of pink energy, you landed beside him, his body still and his breathing weak, holes mangling his limbs and torso.

“Pietro…” You whispered, tears stinging your eyes. You summoned your energy to your palms, but it was…different than it usually was. Rather than its typical pink color, the energy you summoned was yellow. It was warm. But you trusted your power and you held the energy over him.

His breaths were shallow, strained. You watched as, very, very slowly, your energy pieced him back together, the holes in his body closing up, repairing as if by magic, as if he’d never been shot in the first place.

He struggled to try to say something, but you just cupped his cheek and shook your head. “I need you to be okay for me. Breathe, alright?”

“But—”

“I’m here, now. Just breathe…” You told him, still pushing energy into his chest, but more slowly, gradually. You felt his pulse and waited as his heartbeat returned to normal, his breathing forced, but becoming more natural as you knelt beside him. “Take a minute. Take your time. There’s no rush.”

He nodded, struggling to sit up, his arms and legs shaking really badly. At some point, you felt like your power hit a wall. There wasn’t anything more you could do for him. He was healed.

“Do you feel okay? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He nodded, staring at his hands for a long moment, looking at his fingers and moving them. “I’m…thanks to you, I am.”

“I think we’re gonna have to get out of here pretty soon. Can you stand?”

“I’ll try.” He decided.

You stood up first and offered your hands to him, pulling him upright with unexpected strength.

He’d definitely pulled something in his leg, and that became obvious as soon as he took a few steps.

“Do you want me to try to—" You started to ask, raising your hand, but he grabbed onto it, lowering it.

He shook his head. “You’ve done enough for me today. Thank you.”

You pulled his arm around your shoulders and supported his weight while he limped.

Captain Rogers walked over and looked at the two of you, paying special attention to Pietro.

“You alright, kid?”

“I am now.” He answered, nodding.

“Get back to the Helicarrier. Both of you. This’ll all be over soon.”

“Yes, sir.” You nodded. The two of you walked most of the way back to the Helicarrier in silence, Pietro sneaking unbelieving looks at you every so often.

Meanwhile, Rogers walked up to Clint. “Did you see what happened?”

Clint nodded. “He almost died. But she…she just…healed him. Like magic…”

Steve considered it for a moment, nodding. He looked back and watched as you helped Pietro onto one of the boats, the two of you sitting together. And he decided in that moment that you might not make a bad addition to the team…

***

As soon as Wanda made it back to the Helicarrier, in the arms of the Vision, no less, she ran towards you and Pietro, disbelief on her face when she saw him. Mascara and eyeliner were smudged around her eyes from crying and she looked paler than he’d ever seen her before.

“Wanda,” He walked towards her, taking a painful step forward.

“You idiot!” She wailed, throwing herself into his arms. “I…I thought you were dead! I…I felt…”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He apologized, his voice soft. “She healed me. She…saved my life.”

“Who did?” Wanda asked and Pietro motioned to where you were sitting.

You stood up and prepared to introduce yourself, holding out your hand, but she engulfed you in her arms instead, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” She cried into your shoulder. You held her a little tighter in an attempt to comfort her. “I don’t know what I would have done if…”

“Don’t worry about it.” You told her quietly. “He’s safe. You both are.”

Wanda nodded and pulled away from you, looking up at her brother with teary eyes. He smiled down at her. And then his eyes settled on you and he pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly.

Pietro Maximoff, at one time in his life, hadn’t believed in fate. But now, without a shadow of a doubt, he did.

***

“You want me to be a what?” You asked. You were sitting in the conference room that the Avengers, including their newest additions, had all crammed into in the remains of the Avengers Tower. They were scheduled to move soon, but before they relocated, Captain Rogers had gotten ahold of you through Nick Fury and called you there to “discuss an arrangement.”

“We want you to be an Avenger.” Clint Barton, the one you’d previously only known as ‘Hawkeye’ explained. “I saw you. You saved the kid’s life. We…we need that kind of power. All the help we can get.”

You looked at Pietro and his eyes were locked on yours, a serious look on his face.

“Look, I’m flattered. I am.” You forced yourself to focus away from the handsome speedster and on Stark instead. “But I’m just…I’m a college kid. I’m graduating in like a month. I have finals and…and I…I don’t know if I’m cut out for this.”

“You are. Cut out for it, I mean.” Natasha insisted. “We’re not going to force you, but…you’d be a great addition to the team.”

“Can I think about it?” You asked. “I just need to get through college. Get my degree, and then…then I can…maybe look into this hero stuff.”

“Take all the time you need. We’ll be here if and when you come around.” Captain Rogers said.

“Cool.” You nodded. “Thank you.”

You left the conference room and you thought you were alone, but as soon as you walked through them, someone else did too.

“Promise me you’ll think about it?” Your ears picked up the all-too familiar accent of one Mr. Pietro Maximoff.

You looked up at him and you hated it, but your heart raced just looking at him, a blush creeping across your cheeks. You couldn’t deny he was handsome. Incredibly so, in fact, but you couldn’t just give up four years of work for a man at the drop of a hat.

“Why do you want me here so bad?” You countered, raising an eyebrow.

He took a few steps closer to you, framing your cheek with his large, warm hand. “Do you believe in fate?”

You thought about it for a moment. “Kind of. Why?”

“I didn’t. I didn’t until I met you.” Pietro said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the silver butterfly charm, hanging from a thin silver chain. “A long time ago, a psychic told me I would know my soulmate when I saw a butterfly. And…the moment I saw your wings, I knew…”

He was quiet, shaking his head as he reached for your hand, setting the necklace in your palm. “You saved my life. The least I can do is returning the favor at some point.”

“Okay.” You said, closing your hand around the charm. “I’ll think about it. I promise.”

***

You went back to school. It was hard, but you focused on your studies and before you knew it, finals week rolled around. Your wings, for the most part, weren’t active. They only came out when you needed them, and therefore, you were able to blend in pretty seamlessly. No one looked at you differently, although, watching news coverage from the Battle of Sokovia, you’d hear your peers whisper rumors about the mysterious Butterfly Girl who had appeared and disappeared right after.

Tony Stark had been approached for a statement on who she was and where she’d come from and if she was a new member of the team, but he hadn’t commented, which you were grateful for.

Aside from that, everything was…well, as normal as it can be when you’re a superhuman, you supposed.

Your brain fried, your eyes burning, you looked up from your textbook only to spot Pietro standing in the doorway of the building. You stared at him for a long time, unsure if he was a hallucination or your eyes playing tricks on you after so many hours staring at your textbooks.

He jogged over as soon as he spotted you, a mischievous look on his face. It was weird, seeing him force himself to move at a normal pace. At a speed which had once been normal to him, but was now much, much slower than he was capable of moving.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him, taking your headphones off and setting them on the table, looking up at him.

“I knew you must be getting close to the end of your semester. I…well, I wanted to know if you had made your decision yet. I’m…impatient.” He admitted, causing you to giggle softly. “And I figured…maybe buying you a coffee could help you make your decision a little faster?”

“It certainly couldn’t hurt.” You laughed.

“Alright, perfect.” He grinned. “What do you want? I’ll go get it right now.”

You told him your usual order and he walked to the coffee shop tucked into the on-campus library, retrieving two drinks and bringing them back a few minutes later. You cleared out some of your stuff so he could sit across from you, and so, when you motioned him to the chair, he did.

“What are you studying?”

“Psychology.” You replied, wiping the sleep from your eyes. “God, what time is it?”

“Almost ten.”

“Great.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “I’m not nearly done studying.” You raised your drink to your lips. “Thank you for the coffee, by the way.”

“Of course.” He grinned, resting one hand against his fist and reaching for your hand with the other, which you gave to him, allowing him to fiddle with your smaller fingers. He was a fiddler, you’d noticed. Always had to be moving, even if it was only a little bit. “So…?”

“So what?” You asked, amused at his antics.

“Are you going to come to the compound when you’re done?”

You were quiet for a long time, before you nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I…I think I am.”

Immediately, a smile overtook his handsome features and he gave your hand an excited squeeze. He leaned over the table and captured your lips in a sweet kiss, leaving you stunned for a few seconds afterwards, staring at him with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized immediately. “I don’t know why I—”

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in, pressing your lips onto his again, in a kiss you’d been wanting to give him for over a month. He kissed back passionately, his lips soft and desperate, his scruff tickling you gently.

As soon as you pulled apart, he switched sides of the table, sitting next to you and cupping his hands around your cheeks. He pressed a long kiss to your forehead and then another quick one to your lips, causing your heart to race and the butterflies in your stomach to dance around. And in that moment, you knew that whatever you believed about soulmates and fate and destiny…it all went out the window.

You knew whatever you did from here on out, whatever choices you made or paths you took, it would always lead you straight to Pietro Maximoff. And you couldn’t have been happier about that…

[gennabi]

soulmates? soulmates.

barista!chifuyu x reader (no prns) • 0.8k

platonic; fluff, humour??, soulmates au obviously, barista au

ft. bff kazu, this is such ass writing im sorry, not proofread as much, trying the no gap style.. tell me if u prefer the before

soulmates? soulmates. masterlist

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□ 2 ─ takashi mitsuya

"so.."

"so...."

you immediately bow down, folding your body on the floor. "i'm so sorry! i promise i'll buy you the exact same cup!!" chifuyu smiles awkwardly, "yeah, that'd work, thank you." and when you don't move at all from your position, he nudges your knee with a finger. "hey. you can get up now, you know. it was an accident. don't sweat too much about it─," he gives your head a light headpat, "─and i still want to make you a drink."

did chifuyu came from heaven? because today was shit and he came out of nowhere to grace you with his presence, and you never knew you'd appreciate a hot chocolate this much.

you take one last look of his back disappearing into the same room. yup, definitely heavenmade.

"so you're telling me that you intentionally stood up your soulmate?!!" chifuyu screeches and you have the urge to smack him to quiet him down, the only reason you didn't was because you literally just met this guy twenty minutes ago. but it's also late at night and people are already sleeping so sooner or later, someone eventually will.

you roll your eyes instead. "it's not that bad. they won't die, calm down."

he gives you a pointed look, his face saying 'you're sure it's not that bad?' but after a moment, he huffs. "you're right, i guess. your life, right."

and you only smile triumphantly before you continue sipping on the hot chocolate. lord, you really want to kiss the person who started the tradition of drinking hot chocolates in winter because it's literally the best feeling ever. and a free hot chocolate by a stranger who hasn't kidnapped and killed you (yet)? oh good gracious, you're winning in life.

silent falls on the both of you and chifuyu opts to stare at the very few people that are roaming the street outside.

taking your sweet time to finish the warm drink, you poke his hand when you finally do. "why are you waiting for me anyway?"

his eyes widen slightly and his expression blanks for a few seconds, before his eyebrows furrow. "isn't it natural to let someone rest, rest..?"

you blink your eyes in unamusement. you weren't expecting that answer.

because no, it's not natural. who the hell does that to someone you don't even know?

"you're a kind stranger then." you conclude, more to yourself but you catch how chifuyu's eyes soften.

"thank you, y/n."

the conversations flows naturally afterwards and you think it was thanks to you sharing a part about your life and your compliment to him and being too physical.

you told him about the paused countdown too, because what can he even do with that information the most? make a drink inspired by it? totally not because you feel guilty for blowing up on kazutora so now you have no one to talk to. yup, totally not.

"i actually have a friend who works in this kind of thing. do you want to meet them?" the blue eyed guy suggests.

there's a job for this industry too?! wait. this was an industry in the first place?? so your assumptions about the soulmate makers giggling on your despair might actually be true...

chifuyu immediately continues at the horrified look on your face. "i meant, they have a lot of knowledge in this sort of stuff so they make it like a side gig, if that makes sense. yeah, i know what you're thinking. there's actual knowledge for this kind of thing too? yes, they have."

still processing and somewhat in awe such jobs even exist in the first place, you receive gratefully the business card ─they even have one, wow─ that he holds out.

takashi mitsuya.

huh. why does it sound familiar?

thanking chifuyu for everything he did, you made a promise to come back the next day to replace the said mug, even exchanging numbers because as you said, "so you can hunt me down if i'm being a dickhead."

and not long after that, your phone dings on your way home.

kazoom🍌: y/n.

kazoom🍌: you haven't met your soulmate have you?

how did he..

y/n🥴: how do you know?

kazoom🍌: ....someone just moved in

kazoom🍌: he's disgustingly kind too, the blinding smile kind of person 😒

y/n🥴: is that a bad thing 😭😭

kazoom🍌: he's too kind so 🧍👎

kazoom🍌: he gave us like a handmade cake each 💀 and told me to keep it for you

y/n🥴: aww that's sweet

kazoom🍌: i already ate them both.

kazoom🍌: fuck you. :)

y/n🥴: 💀💀

y/n🥴: your apology is otw, i'm nearing our neighbourhood 🧍🙏

one last ding from your bestfriend however makes you freeze in place.

kazoom🍌: his name is takashi mitsuya btw

oh you're about to get very familiar with him now.

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im sorry i wasnt giving, this was rushed bcs my days have been... bad recently. anw i hope you enjoyed nonetheless ><