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#and maybe that's a platonic soulmate of theirs! or just a friend idk
jankwritten · 4 months
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Jason and Nico are dating and in love and their connection is deep-rooted and incredibly complex and everything.
jason and hazel are best friends. They're besties. They hang out and try over-complicated coffee drinks together and they have sleepovers (with Nico ofc) where they gossip and paint each other's nails and swap stories about growing up and inevitably dive into trauma about their mothers and how that has affected them in the modern day.
Jason and Nico are dating but more often than not Jason has his arm around Hazel's shoulders when they all three hang out together. Nico is always reluctant about touch, or maybe only in the earlier stages of their relationship, but Hazel has no such reservations so she and Jason hug all the time. Jason carries Hazel around on his shoulders when they're in large crowds, usually with Nico holding onto the back of his shirt so they don't get split up.
Hazel and Jason have matching tattoos (Nico and Jason do too, but Jason and Hazel got theirs first). Hazel is the person Jason goes to when he first realizes he maybe wants to wear skirts. Jason is Hazel's first stop when she wants to spar or train with someone, because she KNOWS Jason will not hold back or pull punches.
Nico is beyond happy about all of this as well, because he loves Jason so much and so deeply but there are some days he just. cannot deal with people, he doesn't have the energy to talk or interact or even be in the presence of other people, and on those days, Jason and Hazel hang out and Nico knows that the two people he loves most are taken care of, that they will still be there when he's ready to see them again because they'll keep each other safe.
It's like. Jason and Nico are soulmates and they will always find each other, always save each other, always know each other. but Jason and Hazel are life partners in the way where they didn't fit at first but as they grew older and spent more time together they learned that they were both rebuffed by the walls each other put up and, actually, the person underneath is pretty cool.
Jason and Nico are married and Hazel lives in their third bedroom kind of situation. IDK. they are just important to me. they have to be Connected. near each other. spidey senses tingling when they're in danger.
(this rant brought on by the reminder that there are 7 different kinds of love given names in greek and Jason Hazel and Nico are three of them. Romantic, Familial, and some form of deep platonic.)
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lamelanee · 7 months
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Me: I like them.
My friend: Omg who do you have a crush on?
Me: Well, idk if I’d call it a crush. It’s more like… a platonic crush.
My friend: Ohhh, so it’s like a friend crush, where you just really want to be friends with them.
Me in my head: I want a relationship where we are dating and we hug and maybe give each other kisses on the head, and we love each other. Everything like a normal relationship, except there’s no pressure to do anything. Like…. It’s platonic love. They are mine and I am theirs, but we don’t have to anything except hold hands every once in a while. I want to be their friend and their partner. “Partner.” That’s the perfect word. “Lover” could also be used to describe us, but that usually comes with a bunch of romance. I want a partner who is my best friend who I love who I rely on who is my everything. And our relationship is our relationship. What we do, we do, what we don’t, we don’t. We don’t even need a label. As long as we are in the same page about our relationship and what it means, then we are soulmates.
Me actually: Uhhh…. Yeah, sure.
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this was made for @emo-space-gay's bday a couple years back, but sta's fine with me posting it and @neocute1 left kind tags on the original story with these characters so °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° this is a vague soulmate au so idk if it's the exact same world as the first but <3
“It’s just not fair,” Claude whined.
Serenity laughed. “Our relationship isn’t exactly platonic.”
“But it’s not fair,” Claude repeated, flopping their head down in her lap to pout at her. “I wanna be your soulmate.”
“Awwww,” Serenity cooed, shoving down the tangle of fondness that statement brought in favor of rubbing her nose against theirs and baby-talking, “Is someone jealous that I have friends and you leech them off me?”
“I do not!” Claude shoved a hand in Serenity’s face and pushed it away as they sat up. “They’re my friends too!”
“Leech,” Serenity sang, slightly muffled by their hand. “Can’t make your own friends so you steal mine.”
“I can make friends! I’ll make— so many friends, and then I’ll exclude you and say you’re leeching off me, and you’ll be so sorry.”
“Sure,” Serenity said, grin peeking out from behind Claude’s hand. They shoved her face to the side, and she shoved their face in retaliation, and then they got into a minor shoving war that ended when Claude licked her hand.
“Hey!” Serenity snatched it back, scowling through her (still present) grin, and wiped it off on her shirt. Claude stuck their tongue out at her, and she snatched her hand back again.
“Beat you,” Claude sang, smirking in what Serenity just knew was a mockery of when she’d teased them a few minutes earlier.
“Oh nooooo,” she groaned dramatically, flopping sideways with a hand pressed to her forehead. “I’ve been bested. I can no longer be seen around you, the shame is too great.”
Claude snickered. “Haha, loser.”
Serenity sighed as loudly and showily as she could. “Guess I’ll have to go hang out with Luke, then—”
Claude’s face fell, and they crossed their arms, gaze trained away from her.
“Yeah,” they huffed, then turned back to her, flashing a slightly strained grin. “And I’ll go make loads and loads of friends, and you’ll be the leech.”
Serenity snickered. “Alright, have fun, then.”
They nodded jerkily and strode out of the room. Serenity’s smile fell as the door closed, too controlled to be an actual slam but with the same energy. Had she overdone it with the teasing? Accidentally hit a nerve? Were they that bothered by Luke being her soulmate; they knew they were still her best friend, right?
She’d give Claude their space, and then when they got back she’d have to tell them how much they meant to her.
“Stupid,” Claude grumbled, not entirely sure if they were referring to themself or Serenity.
It wasn’t like they didn’t know she was teasing. They’d been teasing too, mostly. (Not about wanting to be soulmates, but that was their fault. They’d given away too much and treated it too lightly, and when Serenity had treated it the same way, it’d cracked a little. It wasn’t her fault, she didn’t know.)
So feeling upset about it was dumb and rude of their brain, and maybe they’d actually, y’know, communicate some of this to Serenity — key to healthy relationships, yada yada yada — but not before they made a friend and showed her up. Just because they were in the same friend group didn’t mean Claude couldn’t make their own friends!
...Admittedly, they weren’t sure how to go about seeking out people to befriend, but it’d be fine! They could just— go to the marketplace, there were tons of people there, surely someone else there was in need of a friend? They got this!
Okay, so maybe making a sign that read “in the market for friends” was a little too on the nose, maybe reeked of desperation a little, but it was true, wasn’t it? Their sign told people exactly what they were looking for, and since they didn’t have a stall then they could walk around while holding it and have more people see it!
And Serenity didn’t like how crowded the marketplace was, so she wouldn’t be here while they were walking around with their sign and thus wouldn’t see it and laugh at them for it. Their plan was foolproof, surely.
...Except for the part where it took both hands holding it for the sign to be visible. Walking around advertising an available friendship was hard work, especially on a sunny day when they hadn’t thought to bring anything to drink with them. And they were thirsty, and being well-hydrated was important, so they sighed and got in line at a drink stall, tucking their sign under their arm. They’d had the foresight to bring money, thankfully.
Besides, it wasn’t like there was one person in the whole market who would be their friend, and taking a ten minute break to grab some water would mean they missed that person. Claude nodded to themself, taking a step forward as the line moved up.
Except right as they moved, someone crashed into them, sending them both to the ground.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” the someone cried, skittering to their feet and bending to help pick up Claude’s stuff.
“It’s fine,” Claude told them, subtly checking for their money. The person seemed genuine, but Claude had seen good actors before, and it was better safe and hydrated than sorry and not. The money pouch was still there, so they repeated, “It’s fine, you’re fine. I’m okay.”
“Hi Okay, I’m Nat,” they muttered, eyes blowing wide when they realized what they said. Claude thought they might’ve said something about “force of habit,” but was too busy laughing to catch it.
“It’s Claude, actually,” they introduced themself once they’d calmed down. “They/them pronouns.”
Nat grinned. “Nat, ne/nym pronouns.”
“Got an N theme going on there, huh?”
Nat huffed, sounding amused, and picked up their sign, handing it over to them at an angle that allowed nym to read it as ne did so. Nir burst of laughter told Claude exactly when ne’d finished reading it.
“I don’t think you get to judge me, here.”
Claude crossed their arms, pouting at nym, which only seemed to fuel nir laughter.
They waited patiently for a minute for nym to stop, then impatiently for another 10 seconds or so before deciding, “You know what? Just for this. Just for this, I’m making you be my friend now. This is not a choice.”
This, unfortunately, only sent Nat into further hysterics. Claude pouted at nym harder.
“Okay,” ne finally wheezed, “okay, I’ll be your friend. One condition.”
“What?”
“I get to answer any questions about how we became friends.” Ne grinned at them.
“O...kay…?” Claude squinted, trying to find the catch in the deal.
“Great!” Nir grin widened, and ne finally handed Claude’s sign back to them. “Why do you have a sign for friendship, anyway?
“To prove a point,” they answered airily. When Nat elbowed them: “My partner said I leech all my friends off of her, so I came to make a new one to prove her wrong.”
Nat hummed doubtfully. “I don’t know, you do look kind of like a leech.”
“Hey!”
“A distinctly leechy look about you, you know how it is.”
Claude lunged, intending to either shove nir face or wrestle nym into taking it back (teasing Nat already felt comfortable, but they did just meet, and Claude wasn’t sure of the boundaries yet). Nat dodged, taking off, and they chased nym through the marketplace.
Nat laughed loudly, turning around briefly to stick out nir tongue at them and promptly slamming into someone. Claude skidded to a halt, pointed, and laughed.
“‘Scuse me!” Nat squeaked to the person, who grumbled but moved away without further complaint.
“I found another friend for you,” ne stagewhispered to Claude.
“Friend-breaking up with you,” Claude declared. “They are my new friend, not you, I’m friend dumping you.”
Nat hummed, then told them, “Nope.”
“Nope?”
“Nope!” Ne nodded. “We both agreed to the terms and conditions, we are officially friends and the contract is not so easily broken.”
“I’m ripping it into pieces,” Claude deadpanned.
“I’ll eat it before you can.”
Claude sputtered. “Eat? You— wouldn’t that destroy it just as thoroughly as me ripping it up?”
Ne shook nir head. “I swallowed it whole, which means it’s still intact and still in effect.”
Claude opened their mouth, then closed it again, unsure how to respond. Nat grinned at them.
“It’s been hours.”
“Yep.”
“And I know I wanted to give them space, but it’s been hours.”
“It sure has.”
“I’m starting to get worried.”
“Mhm.”
“Do you think they’re okay?”
“I do.”
“Should I go after them?” A shrug. “I feel like I should, but what if they’ve been gone for so long because of me and going after them just makes the problem worse? Did I upset them that much?”
“Serenity.” Claire closed starry book. “This is the fifth time we’ve been over this. Yes, Claude seemed upset when they left, and maybe you did really upset them, but you’re very sorry and it’s not like this is going to be the end of you two.
“They’ve been gone for a while, and yes, it’s a little worrying, but they’re a big kid and can handle themself, and if they’re not back by tomorrow we can go look for them.” Sta made intense eye contact with Serenity. “Got it?”
Serenity sighed. “Got it. Thanks, Claire.”
“No problem.” Claire opened starry book again. “If you come back again, try to wait at least an hour, please.”
Serenity grinned. “Sure.” She saluted star and opened the door to leave, tacking on, “No promises!” and closing the door on Claire rolling starry eyes.
The click of the door closing echoed slightly, and Serenity looked around to see Claude shutting the front door.
“Claude!” Serenity cried, running into them in a hug.
“Hey, Ser,” Claude laughed. “Miss me?”
“Yes,” Serenity complained, hugging them tighter. “And I think I said something that upset you earlier but I’m not entirely sure what it was — I mean, I think I know, but I don’t want to assume — and whatever it is, I’m really, really sorry I upset you, and—” 
“Hey,” Claude cut in gently, squeezing her. “Let’s not do this right in front of the front door. Don’t want people eavesdropping on us, yeah?” Their voice, while lighthearted in tone, sounded tired.
Serenity nodded, squeezing them tight for another few seconds before breaking the hug. She held out her hand, and Claude accepted it, offering her a smile. She returned it and pulled them upstairs into her room.
“Okay,” she said, sitting on the edge of her bed and hugging a pillow to her chest. “Let me go first, and if I’m wrong you can correct me.”
Claude nodded, sitting beside her, and they both turned to face one another.
Serenity took a deep breath, clutching the pillow tighter. “I think Luke being my soulmate bothers you more than you really let on, and I’m sorry I made light of it earlier. I value you so much, and you’re my best friend, and being soulmates with you sounds delightful. I’m sorry I didn’t make sure you knew that.”
Claude made a soft noise and drew her into a hug.
“Yeah,” they agreed, a little wetly. “I— yeah. I love you too.”
“Yeah,” Serenity echoed, curling against them.
(“So why were you gone for so long, then?”
“I made a new friend!”
“No way.”
“Nir name is Nat and ne ran into me and then insulted me.”
“No way.”
“I chased nym until ne ran into someone else and ne insisted on being friends.”
“Shut up, that can’t be how it happened.”
“It is!”
“What’s the catch, then?”
“Uhhh… ne wanted to be the one to answer when people ask how we became friends? Otherwise, I don’t—”
“And you betrayed nym? Introduce us, I need to tell nym so ne can friend-dump you.”
“Oh, I already tried that!”
“What?”)
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alyjojo · 7 months
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The Person On Your Mind in September 🫏 2023 - Pisces
Whole of their energy towards Pisces: 2 Swords
This is like…a couple you’re dealing with, not just one person, there are two 3’s and three people, two being a divine pair. I get a family dispute more than anything, could be dealing with parents. They show up as King & Queen of Pentacles, could be earth signs, don’t have to be. Responsible & logical people. They see you as ignoring them purposely because you’re angry something has ended, or they’re angry at you for being petty towards them. Messages show you’ve both needed some space from the situation, and it’s probably been for the best.
Feelings: 4 Wands
You’re family to them, they see you as “home” or a part of theirs, and you belong with them and probably a whole group of people even bigger than just this one/two you’re dealing with. Justice shows them feeling you’re right too, or the same as I said, getting space from one another was the best thing for you both. But they want to have a new start with you.
Intentions: 3 Cups
This is a celebration, The Hierophant follows, they could be inviting you to a wedding, or otherwise want to reunite with you after some time apart, but have no idea how you’ll respond. They could also just intend to show up together at your house, but they aren’t sure if you’d be willing or would slam the door in their face. It doesn’t say what they did, just that you’re mad at them.
Actions: 5 Wands & 4 Swords rev
They will fight you if they have to, they are conflicted on whether or not you all can get over what’s happened between you, though they want to and will prove that in their actions. They’re defensive that you’re holding grudges and staying mad at them, they just want this all to be over with for good. Lay it to rest. Both of them show up as a team, wanting a new start with The Fool.
Separately, I asked “should Pisces just get over what they’re mad about” - Wheel of Fortune. Well, I was hoping for something to say it isn’t your feelings being invalidated and just brushed aside as unimportant, but it’s clearly going to be different for everyone, some of these being karmic lessons or cycles of your life there are no clear answers to. With the messages, you could feel you need more time. You’re learning something from this situation.
Messages:
Their side:
- I need a BREAK from this
- I imagine us together forever
Your side:
- I need space for personal growth
- RESPECT ✊
Possible signs:
Cancer, Capricorn, Taurus, Leo, Aries & Libra
If you’re dealing with:
Judgement is an intense energy, it’s a review of everything you’ve been through to get you to this point, in order to decide whether or not certain things can be put to rest and reborn in a new way, or if it’s time to end things for good. That’s kind of what the people in your reading are hoping for as well, which shows this could be your energy on a much larger scale than just this person or people.
Aries - there are romantic feelings here, but it’s unreliable and you’re not trying to hang on to something you can’t depend on, or switch it
Taurus - conflict, snide & petty behavior, “winning at all costs” putting you down, caused an unstable foundation or home with you. Or switch it.
Gemini - either wants to heal the connection with you, or is healing from a work situation, could be someone you work with
Cancer - returning, to defend themselves, because you are/were in 9 Swords about them leaving. That doesn’t make a lot of sense, I guess fight about it idk.
Leo - has gone through hell, but things are starting to look up, they’re in love separately or with you, this could be a soulmate whether platonic or not 💚
Virgo - not cooperating because there’s nothing in it for them or doesn’t see the point
Libra - has a lot of “confessions” and gossip but at least half of those are lies and bs 🤥
Scorpio - getting pissy because they have no help, wants people to be NICE to them, a good friend, or maybe you’re being a good friend to them
Sagittarius - has unfinished business and very deep feelings they’re holding back with you
Capricorn - you’re already married or there’s a deep commitment and a lot of love between you, clarified all love cards, or they could be getting engaged…could be this person
Aquarius - if something starts with them, it ends just as fast
Pisces - viciously pissed and speaking their mind before they give up on this, or you are
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losttinwritings · 2 years
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realities apart
[Any!Character x GN!Reader] [624 words]
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SUMMARY: Two soulmates separated by two different worlds with the only connection through the music they hear. 
WARNINGS: a small bit of angst? idk if it could be considered that lol
A-N: I wrote this with shifting in mind btw and I don't specify which character/celebrity it's about so you can technically read it while thinking of anyone really.
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Y/n had always loved the idea of soulmates. Ever since they were young they had always enjoyed the fact that out there somewhere was a person who would love you through thick and thin. Somebody who you would meet when it was eventually time to and who was specifically meant to be yours. However, Y/n had never anticipated or expected that maybe theirs is in an entirely different world to themself. Sure it was possible. But it was very rare for two soulmates to not be in the same reality as each other. 
As they lay back against the sheets on their bed, head resting against their pillow, e/c eyes staring at the cream coloured ceiling above and fiddling absentmindedly with their fingers across their stomach. The h/c allowed for the gentle voice of their favourite artist to play through their speaker situated on their bedside table, knowing that eventually their soulmate would be able to hear it too wherever they were. 
Y/n always liked these days. The days where she would just lay down comfortably somewhere and play music for both them and their soulmate to hear. Sometimes their soulmate would tune in and play something they liked back to Y/n. Other times the music would only come from their side, and they only hoped that their taste in music never annoyed the person who was what felt like worlds away from them. 
Lyrics to the song currently being played fell from their lips, as they rolled onto their side and moved to clutch a pillow close to their chest. A small sad smile then adorning their face, as the realisation kicked in that they had yet to meet their soulmate. Y/n let out a sigh, thinking back on how all their friends had met their own soulmates and seemed to be so happy with them. Why was it taking so long for the h/c to meet their own? 
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Resting in a similar position, a boy lay with one of his own pillows clutched to his chest while sprawled out on his bed. He also had a similar look of sadness wash over his features as he stared intensely at the wall ahead of him. He allowed himself to eventually close his eyes as the lyrics echoed through his ears from where his soulmate was playing the song. A song he couldn't exactly remember or tell the name to even if he tried to think on it. 
He wondered when he would meet them. He wondered when he would be able to speak to them and hopefully get to know them. His dreams always starred his soulmate as he imagined millions of scenarios which involved how he would meet them. But none of them ever came true. He felt lonely and alone as he watched passing citizens with big smiles as they held hands or just platonically hung out with their soulmates. 
As the lyrics to the song eventually faded away, signalling it had ended. The male waited a few minutes to see if they would play something else, but when nothing else started he only assumed they must have fallen asleep. He took that time to switch the positioning he was laying in and began to prepare to sleep himself, despite him now being lost in thought. If all of his friends had already met theirs, why was it taking so long for him to meet his own? 
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Two soulmates separated by two different worlds, hoping for some kind of miracle which could allow them to finally meet each other.
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stellaestra · 3 years
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evening shower’s ribbon [kim seungmin]
evening shower’s ribbon [kim seungmin]
pairing: kim seungmin/mc [reader]
description: side scenario where seungmin came to realistion about his feelings. // drabble 
genre: platonic relationship, slight! pining, the “I suppose I'll love you in quiet, subtle ways. I'm content.” type of love. soulmate au // red string of fate 
author’s note: loosely connected with (my upcoming fic) “i told the stars about you” but can be a stand-alone drabble 
p.s. this cld be taken as both ways? romantic? platonic? take your pick lol
this is majorly just word vomit that came from my brain juice as i try to get my motivation back for writing again hA send help thank u for reading mwah feel free to drop kick me into the sun idk im just vibing n trying not to smack myself in the face whenever i think of my old crush in hs when i wrote this...im just projecting it onto seungmin here LOL im sorry </333
word count: 707 words 
cw: none
unedited // no beta read, we’ll die like men here 
“It’s raining again, Seungmin,” You chuckled lightly, staring outside through the windows of the university’s student lounge room, “I didn’t bring my umbrella, this sucks, guess I’ll die at this place!”
Seungmin rolled his eyes at you, “don’t be so dramatic.” He continued typing on his keyboard while listening to you whine about wanting to eat something cold due to the cold weather, causing him to glance at you with an unimpressed expression.
“You’re going to get sick if you do that,” he pressed his lips into a thin line, watching the way your eyes twinkled with mirth as you sent him a shit-eating grin, wiggling your eyebrows in a teasing way.
“Well, well, well, Kim Seungmin, admit it, you’ll miss me and feel lonely if I was gone a couple of days because I got sick!” You hummed, twirling your finger around. Seungmin sighed for the nth time for the day and most of them were aimed at you and your shenanigans before continuing to slave away on his assignment report that was plastered on his laptop’s screen.
Deciding to finally give up at poking fun at your friend, you chose to stare out of the window and admire how the rain droplets pitter-patter against the glass windows and it reminded you of one of your photography work.
The unintentional candid snapshot of your soulmate in the rain.
A bittersweet smile curled on your lips at the thought of the memory.
Meanwhile, Seungmin spared a glance at you and noticed the faraway look in your eyes as you gazed outside the windows. A knowing glint shone in his dark eyes as he recalled back to a memory where you jokingly mentioned that you were envious of those who had already met their soulmates and live their lives afterwards with a piece of their soulmate with them as they move on.
He was sure he wasn’t your soulmate and you weren’t his either. He was aware of soulmate defects where the universe decided to fuck some people over or there was a glitch in the system where someone wouldn’t be able to have a soulmate to pair themselves with or their soulmate wasn’t theirs and they weren’t destined together and it was a one-sided, unrequited thing.
He was sure that the two of you weren’t a matching pair of soulmates due to the fact that his pinky finger didn’t sense a tugging feeling whenever he was near you. So, why does his heart beat a little faster and his whole demeanour softened whenever you were around to bother him.
He was certain that he wasn’t in love with you. He does love you though as someone dear towards him.
Seungmin liked to think that soulmates were gifted to them by fate as a choice whether or not you were willing to agree to spend the time with them. It was a choice whether others wanted it to be a romantic one or a platonic one too. They were given options and they get to play with their cards on their deck with them.
That was why the red string of fate was tied around the pinky. It was like a careless, fleeting promise. 
He didn’t mind the concept of soulmates but that doesn’t mean he would play by its rules. Therefore, he would continue to gaze at you and admire the way your eyes would lit up at the sight of something that inspired you to create your artworks. The way you would throw a peace sign and sent him a teasing grin after successfully throwing him off his rhythm and pranked him.
For now, he didn’t mind what the two of you had with each other. It was comfortable. He was content with everything. 
That’s why he would continue to love you and cherish you in his own quiet and subtle ways where he would always stay by your side and act as a safety net for you whenever you would fall. 
The second you turned to flashed him that infamous cheeky smile of yours, he snapped out of his daze and his heart skipped a beat.
...Ah.
...Maybe, he was falling. Slowly and uncertainly. 
Perhaps, he was content with whatever he was feeling. He guessed.
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bigskydreaming · 4 years
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Sometimes I want to follow you but then I dee that you reblog from people who have terrible misinformed/ ignorant borderline xenophobic opinions about certain things I like and they enjoy dragging the things I like.. Then I end up not following you. Even if I block some of them they'll end up on my tl and who knows maybe you have the same/ similar opinions. So yes I love your metas, but sorry I can't bring myself to follow. This has nothing to do with your existing fandoms or "dark" fics.
Okay?
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Sorry I just really don’t know what to do with this? I’m not like, mad about it lol since this is how tumblr is supposed to work I’m pretty sure, like hey it’s cool you like my metas but that doesn’t necessarily mean you’re gonna like me The Person and if someone doesn’t like me then why the fuck would they follow me y’know?
In case this is about my posts yesterday about me being annoyed when people like block me but still wanna use my shit, it’s like....yeah that does legit annoy me because I think that’s dumb and I don’t get it. When I don’t like someone I don’t usually WANT to use or peruse content they create because it’s associated with them and I already decided they weren’t someone I care to associate with sooooo.....
But also, that was literally just me saying hey this annoys me. That’s it, that’s the whole scoop. Annoying things are annoying but expressing that isn’t like.....it doesn’t mean I’m going to DO anything about it or even that there’s anything TO do about it, it’s more just haha hey I too am a Person and I am disorderly and my fandom blog doubles as my main blog so here I am having Feelings, let me show you them, RAWR dinosaur emoji????
Idk maybe it’s that it’s 4 am and my brain hasn’t even rebooted enough for me to even figure out why the fuck I’m even awake, lol, but I guess what I’m saying is it sounds like you’ve made an A+ decision for yourself here? I have no idea what mutuals I reblog from that have views you see as xenophobic, without you, like, actually saying what views those are so I can confirm where I stand on them or sit or whatever. But I can tell you that I don’t follow a lot of people period and my mutuals list is pretty short and basically consists of individuals I’ve met on here that I would absolutely go the fuck to bat for, any time, any place, simply because I think they’re super cool people across the board and that’s what you do for super cool people: baseball as an analogy for friendship I guess? I never did get that particular analogy tbh. Or baseball.
Sooooooo tbh I’m like, not the guy to be all that mad that someone doesn’t like me, it’s kinda like lol this is a neat convo I’m just not sure why we’re having it, but what I’m far less keen on is like, just any kinda slight against my mutuals aka friends and friend type people at all.....especially when that doesn’t actually include what it is someone specifically has a problem with cuz Vague Wording is Vague, and when like I said, my inclination is to go to bat for my mutuals, I would kinda like to know what it is I should be swinging at in their defense. Just general FYI for anyone reading this or like future reference or whatever.
(Unless this is about Palestine again slash still, in which case I mean, I already said what I said there and what I said was What We’re Not Gonna Do is make this topic White Guy Sitting Ten Thousand Miles Away From the Gaza Strip Discourse Hour, and the one thing I always am is consistent aka stubborn aka....eh, you get it).
But anyway, my vaguely Point shaped thing here is just that, I am not a pod person or an invertebrate and my opinions are my own and I do not mindlessly agree with things others say even if it is a mutual or friend saying it, but that said, my mutuals are people I am more likely to agree with than not. So absent knowing specifically what posts of theirs concern you as to whether or not I agree with them, all I can really say is if you’re that bothered by some of their opinions in general then yeah, you’re probably best off avoiding me as well in order to keep your dash a place you’re comfortable with, regardless of how you feel about my fandom meta outside of those posts/opinions. Cuz there really is no outside as far as I see it; my fandom meta is me as is my decision as to who I reblog from and associate with as are my opinions and stances on non fandom matters. It’s all just the same me, one network, many shows, but if any of those shows are the equivalent of Fox News in your eyes, then yeah, for sure, screw that one show that has the one guy you really like and just change the channel and find one that’s a better match for you.
It’s allllllll good.
And for the record, if it’s ultimately more just that they bash things you like and seeing that randomly pop up on your dash might bum you out enough that it’s worth it not to follow me just to be safe there, like, that’s totally understandable and nothing to be sorry about. We all do it. There’s a metric fuckton of people in Batfandom that I probably WOULD follow or read or interact with if it weren’t for the fact that I see them talk and joke and reblog a lot with Big Name Batcest shippers and the like, and I mean, lol hey I’m an incest survivor who hates incest with a passion few will ever understand and seeing it pop up on my dash in posts that talk or laugh about it as something fluffy or sweet or harmless would bum me super hard. So it’s like welp, in every other respect it looks like me and this one person could sync up brainwaves and make like platonic soulmates through our next several lifetimes buuuuuuut they’ve got incest-fluff in their general sphere and that’s a dealbreaker for me so guess we’ll never know now cuz I’m gonna keep standing firmly over here. *shrugs* Does that kinda feel like a waste or a shame sometimes? Yeah, maybe, but like. Your priorities are what they are and if you’re happy with your priorities, sticking with them is the clear choice and not something anyone should kick themselves for.
I mean, I might happen to think someone’s priorities are wrong and bad but I’m allowed to just like you’re allowed to think the same about mine or my mutuals’? It’s just...when that’s the ultimate issue, people just having wildly in opposition priorities, there’s just like....not a whole lot to say there beyond ‘hey I think your priorities suck,’ ‘no, YOUR priorities suck,’ ‘well I think your FACE sucks,’ ‘how dare you, I got this face from my MOM, you giant bipedal pitstain, have you no shame’ etc etc ad nauseam.
Anyway, I’ve officially exhausted this topic so exhaustively I’ve now made myself exhausted enough to go back to sleep cuz it’s still not even 5 am lol, and this is all just brain vomit now anyway so in conclusion, it’s all whatever dude, you do you, I’ll do me, we’ll always have Paris, and that’s what you missed on Glee.
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Fast Paced // MJ
Warnings: a swear word, mentions of anxiety, maybe mentions of depression? i’m not sure, bodily harm, not edited
Words: 1.774
A/N: why i can’t just write fluff you ask? idk man. also mj is probably way ooc
Tags: @wokeupinawalnut i hope you like it :)
Skin on skin. Loud it was so loud. Blood?
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“No! Don’t hurt them! I just found them please don’t hurt them!”
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Sobbing.
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She couldn’t stop crying, begging for them to stop, to let her soulmate go. Just please do not hurt them.
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A, melody?
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MJ stocked, was that? Yes. It was their melody. Slow and soft, playing in her head like the time they first met.
The first written words about soulmates are from the early 1300’s. They were documented as people who had each a part of a splitten soul that was being mended when they were together. It was a pretty romantic look on the thing.
But even today over 700 years later, scientist know nearly nothing about the phenomenon known as soulmates. You recognize your soulmate not at first glance or first spoken word, but from the melody playing inside their head.
Every human being has a specific order of tunes in their minds since birth. Nobody else knows them, and even when being told nobody is able to replay those notes beside the pair of soulmates.
So you could be friends with your other half for years and not know. Still many people are excited to find their soulmates, obsessed with the idea even.
MJ was one of the few that weren’t really on board with the whole thing. She wanted to chose her fate herself. So when Peter and Ned were going off about the soulmate thing again she couldn’t help herself but roll her eyes.
“Why are you both so obsessed with that?” “We just like the idea. Somebody that’s made for you, that’s gotta be amazing to find the one”
“And what are you gonna do if you find her? What if she’s in a relationship? Or she doesn’t even like guys and you’re destined to be in a platonic relationship with your soulmate for the rest of your life?” “Come on MJ, don’t be such a party pooper. I’m sure everything is going to go great”, Peter tried to safe the situation from escalating. “I’m just being realistic”, she said before taking her tray and leaving the table.
The last few days had been rough for her, she couldn’t sleep, anxiety had been on her back since they came home from DC. Nightmares haunt her. She couldn’t stop thinking what would have happened if her friends died in the elevator.
She didn’t want to admit it, but she was scared.
And the idea of finding someone that she was supposed to care so deeply about scared her even more. Because if her friends could get themselves in such danger, her significant other could too. And she knew she would never recover from something like that if she couldn’t even recover from her friends being in danger but coming out unscathed.
Shoving her shaking hands in her pockets she held her head up high and kept her bored facade up, exiting school looking like nothing bothered her, when on the inside the was screaming, sobbing falling into panic.
She had to get away, hide from everybody and let her panic out. MJ had to get it out of her system, the held back tears and the irrational fear of everything. There was just too much bottled up.
The tears were already burning behind her eyes, she wouldn’t make it back home. So she decided to slip in the next alley and hide between the big dumpsters.
Her back against the cold brick wall, her knees pulled up to her chest, she let her head fall back against the cold stone, ignoring the pain from the collision. Tears already streaming down her cheeks, her skin feeling icy in the wind.
Trying to muffle her sobs, she couldn’t stop thinking about DC, about how shaken her friends looked when they were brought down. How she wasn’t able to do anything to protect them. She should have done something. But she just wasn’t good enough for that. Instead she just stood at the bottom, motionless. Frozen with fear while her friends nearly died.
MJ was so caught up in her mind, she didn’t hear the approaching steps, or the soft way the person tried to speak to her.
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When you saw the crying girl trying to sneak off into the alleyway, you couldn’t bring yourself to just keep walking. So you followed her, seeing her sink to the ground in between the disgusting trashcans.
You were slowly approaching her, trying to talk to her, but she didn’t react. In fact she didn’t even seem to notice you. So even though you knew she couldn’t hear the sounds like you did you started to lowly hum your melody. It always calmed you down, so it was worth a try, right?
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In a short moment of silence she heard something. But she must have heard wrong because nobody was here right? She had her head laying on her knees, arms wrapped around them.
But when MJ heard it again, she had to look up. Jumping, she let out a small squeek when she suddenly saw the person in front of her. Since when had they been there? But then the melody came again. Not only in her head though. It came from the person in front of her.
That was her melody, that the stranger was humming. Rubbing her eyes with her sleeve, she cleared her throat before speaking up.
“How do you know that melody?” The stranger gave her a soft smile. “That’s my melody. You know the one that just plays in your head on a loop” “No, that’s my melody”
The strangers mouth dropped open a little, it looked pretty stupid. “I feel like we said melody way too often just now. But maybe we should get to know each other then. Probably not today thought, right? You probably need to be somewhere, you seem pretty busy”
MJ let out a small chuckle, “Yeah. Maybe give me your number though?”
Memories
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Good memories. Flowing through your fuzzy head.
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too much pressure
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pain
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“please stop”
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rough
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hands
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“let them go you fucking assholes!”
It was only a few hours ago that MJ met her soulmate. She hadn’t even caught their name, the situation had just been so weird. But she had found out that since they met she could hear their voice in her head whenever they hummed the tune.
And they were doing it pretty constantly right about now. Making her body vibrate with energy and letting the anxiety vanish while the tune was playing in her head. She was genuinely happy.
So she brought her phone to live and opened her newest contact for the first time. “Y/N”, she read the name out loud. It was pretty fitting. A beautiful name for a beautiful face.
She started off with a simple message. It took a while for the first answer to come, but then they talked for hours.
They decided to got meet up the next afternoon, to get to know each other better.  
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MJ wasn’t ever this excited in her live. She really wanted this to go well, she even considered calling Peter for a second to ask for advice. But then she decided against it, wanting to keep this to herself until it wasn’t this new anymore.
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The afternoon went great. They meet up at a diner, where they just sat and talked until the waitress kicked them out because it was closing time. Then they just proceeded to walk though the busy streets of Queens.
At first they didn’t even notice the car that pulled up next to them. But when it kept driving pretty slowly beside them with not traffic to slow it down, they both became cautious and started walking faster.
“When I say run you run okay?”, Y/N whispered in MJ’s ear. “Only if you run with me” Suddenly the anxiety came back with full force. Breathing became harder and when Y/N took their arm from around her her body became stiff.
Carefully Y/N steered them around a corner into a quite narrow alley. “Run” Immediately MJ started to sprint, only looking back when she could hear more footsteps following them.
“Watch out!”, came a shout from Y/N when she suddenly collided with something.
They were still hurting them. She couldn’t see it, but she could her Y/N’s groans and the sound from skin meeting skin.
She wanted to cry. Her biggest fear was becoming truth once more. Somebody she cared for so deeply was getting hurt.
She kept shouting at the men to stop hurting them, but they didn’t even give her a glance. Ignoring her completely. MJ didn’t even know what they wanted from them.
Why had it be always her who got in these situations?
And why couldn’t superheros show up when you actually needed them?
Just when she finished that thought, a loud bad sounded through the whole building, the ground started shaking, and the guys around her just stood up and ran out of there.
“MJ?”, she could barely hear Y/N’s shout through the resounding noise. “MJ! Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” “No! They didn’t do anything to me!””Wait, I’ll come to you!”
The girl could hear her soulmates heavy breathing, and limping steps, when they finally stood in front of her she nearly started crying again.
They had a huge cut underneath their left eye and bruised forming across their whole face. Looking closely she thought she could see dried blood in their hairline.
“Come on, I’ll free you M’lady” “Please don’t joke about this right now” “Too soon?”
After freeing her from the rope that was tying her to the chair, Y/N pulled her up and hugged with unbelievably tight. “Thank good you’re okay. I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if you got hurt”
Letting go of her, they carefully took her face in their hands. “Can I kiss you?” “Yes”, she nodded not being able to look away from their eyes.
When their lips hit each other, it was like fireworks exploded. Sadly the moment was interrupted when the police came into the room and brought them out of the building.
Taking her hand in theirs, Y/N kissed MJ on the cheek, “You know, I’m really fucking glad that I met you MJ, and that you are my soulmate just makes you extra special. So please promise me, when you decide to get kidnapped again, don’t do it without me. I can’t live not knowing if you’re safe” “Promise”
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Group: SF9 Member: Taeyangie! Genre: Fluffy-angst because that’s all I’m good for. Soulmate!AU, non-idol!Taeyang, and some mess; collegeAU because I’m trash Request: Yes! Hello~ I saw that your requests are open! Could you do your take on a SF9 Taeyang scenario? Maybe something involving the soulmate trope of being able to see what is written on your soulmates skin on your own :) //I fell in love with your recent Taeyang scenario and just had to see more >< Length: short|medium|long-ish|idk man A/N: This has been a WIP for a while & I hope whenever it is finally posted you enjoy it, thank you for requesting. I really hope everyone understands it takes so long because I���m a college senior who has none of my shit together ever! *nervous laughter*
At the age of fifteen, all of you kids were told about the soulmate system if you guys didn’t know about it already. They had an Elder come in and explain it to the room full of rowdy kids what the system is, how it works, how each of them will find their soulmates one day.
It didn’t really interest you at first, in fact you thought the system was rather dumb. You didn’t get to choose who you loved, you were assigned someone who was “perfect” for you. Whatever that meant. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to find the person you’d end up spending your whole life with because you wanted too so badly. Your parents had showed you early on in your life just how wonderful the system could be. They were the perfect example as to why you secretly could not wait for your turn. They were happy together, they were a support system for the other. They were the poster couple of a happy and healthy marriage.
However there were always downsides, your soulmate was assigned to you and it was a societal standard to marry when a couple found each other. It was taboo to marry someone that was not your soulmate, yet there were plenty of stories. One person had fallen in love with another, they would have created a life plan even if they knew in the back of their minds it could fall apart. Then a soulmate would show up or happen upon the couple. If both chose to stay together then the soulmate was left to be alone. That was something that scared you, meeting the love of your life only to have them want nothing to do with you. Those horror stories stayed with you from the first time you heard them, always at the back of your mind.
Of course as teenagers no one took the system seriously. Everyone had a few serious relationships here and there, dating was mostly casual since parents were strict about the soulmate system. It drove everyone your age mad and  it wasn’t a huge deal until you turned 20 anyway. None of you teenagers could understand the need to be so proper about things when you wouldn’t even be able to start looking until then.
Because for whatever reason on your twentieth birthday you were able to see any mark on your body that your soul mate made on theirs. You essentially became white boards for the other. There were countless stories of soulmates sending messages via this system, leaving addresses on arms or names on hands, even numbers on hidden body parts.
The day you turned 20, you awoke with a scribble on the back of your left hand. It seemed to be a girl’s name and number. The audacious feeling that boiled in your stomach had sat with you all day. 
“Good morning birthday girl!!” Inseong busted into your room, a small wrapped present and a cupcake with a single candle.
“You’re especially annoying in the morning Inseong.” You groaned as your brother started to loudly sing to you, the pillow you put over your head not doing a damn thing.
“C’mon! You can finally see what your soulmate is up too!” Inseong was a hopeless romantic who ate the soulmate idea up, “You can find him! Her! Them!” You peaked up at him from under your pillow. “You know I don’t discriminate. Especially since I thought the guy down the street was mine.”
“I know Inseong.” You chuckled, remembering how quickly Inseong had accepted it himself when he saw a similar writing on the wrist of a guy in the neighboring apartment complex as his. “You were ready to propose to him the next week.”
“If it were meant to be, I feel I would have been very happy. He was a nice guy, but his soulmate is much sweeter than him. And that guy can cook!” Inseong set the cupcake on your bedside table and sat beside you.
“You still meet up with them?”
“Of course, almost confessing to a complete stranger lead me to Sammie.”
“That’s right.” You thought back to Inseong’s current girlfriend, who was more of a really good platonic friend where they both act like a couple because they haven’t found their soulmates yet. “How is she? She hasn’t been over lately.
“Her last message to me yesterday said that her workload was recently tripled because two coworkers quit in the same day and she’s currently dying.”
He moved you around and pulled you into a sitting position and started examining your arms.
“What are you doing?”
“Checking for signs of--AH HA!” He pulled the back of your hand closer to his face. “They’re a player? I’ll have to fix that.”
“Okay, keep the protective older brother in check please.” You tried to laugh it off.
“If your soulmate is a shitty person I’m beating the shittiness out of them. Now old still.” Inseong pulled a black marker from his back pocket and scribbled over half the numbers, in no particular order to render the number useless. Then he drew a weird looking animal out of the name.
“Why does it have to look so phallic Inseong?” You groaned, looking at the new mess on the back of your hand. “I have class in a few hours.”
“They’re already being a dick, so it’s fitting.” Inseong ruffled your already messy hair. “Just scrub it off in the shower, if it still looks like a dick afterwards I’ll draw something less, dick-ish.”
“I swear.” You grumbled. 
But you made a wish, blew out your candle, thanked your brother, and bounced off to the shower. After you had gotten yourself ready and managed to get most of the phallic picture scrubbed from your hand, you flew down the stairs to find Inseong in the kitchen.
“Eat before you go.”
He had prepared a simple breakfast for the two of you to eat together. After you made sure all you would need for class was on the counter by the door, you helped Inseong set the table and happily started eating.
“You think you’ll find them quickly?” Inseong was moving his food around, not really eating.
“I -- I don’t know.”
The atmosphere had taken a more solemn turn suddenly. You stole a glance at your brother to see him staring blankly into his bowl.
“It doesn’t really bother me if I do or not.” You shrugged. “I have a lot on my plate right now, and I have you.” You paused to grab his hand. “We have each other and frankly that’s all I need right now. But if fate were to bring whoever it is to me, then so be it.”
“I hope it would end up Rowoon ya know.” Inseong joked. “Zuho even, if it were someone we both already knew it’d be so much easier.”
“You and I both know I’d end up killing Zuho, he’s my polar opposite.”
“Opposites attract!” Inseong rolled his eyes.
“No, if you hadn’t drop Social Psych you’d know that’s not true.”
“Technicalities.” He waved it off. “What about Rowoon then?”
“He’s my best friend Seong, of course I love him but I don’t think I do in that way. If he ended up my soulmate I wouldn’t be upset it’d just be weird.”
“That’s understandable.” Inseong smiled at you, ate a few spoonfuls of food before putting his stuff in the sink and grabbing his things. “I took an early shift today so we can go out for your birthday. So don’t make too many plans after class and invites your friends, it’s on me tonight.”
“Alright, don’t work too hard, I’ll see you later Seong.” He waved as he slipped on his shoes and left the apartment.
Ten minutes later you were mirroring his actions and heading to the bus stop to meet Rowoon. He was half asleep as you tugged him onto the bus after you and found a pair of open seats. He mumbled a quiet happy birthday before nodding off, head on your shoulder. Knowing he was probably up late either working on assignments for his classes or playing games well into the morning with Zuho, the latter being more plausible. You wake him up at the stop outside the university and the two of you trudge to the cafe on campus.
“My usual please.” Rowoon told the older cafe worker behind the counter we knew as Jaeyoon. “And her usual, it’s on me today.”
“Ah! Morning kids!” Jaeyoon’s smile blinded you so early in the morning. “I’ll get them, just a moment.”
Jaeyoon jumped into relaxed action, doodling your names on two cups and going to work. Rowoon waited by the counter making lazy conversation with Jaeyoon as you stepped towards the display. There wasn’t a lot of baked goods out yet since the cafe had been open maybe an hour. You had been mindlessly wondering around the familiar cafe for only a few minutes when Rowoon called you over.
“C’mon (Y/N), our classes start in twenty.” You looked down at your watch an noticed it was in fact 7:40, your 8:00am class was on it’s way.
“Thank you Jaeyoon.” You smiled at him as he finished your drink on the bar just out of your sight. “Why are there sprinkles on it?” You tilted your head a bit to the side.
“Happy Birthday!” He grinned bright, presenting you a colorfully topped drink. “Rowoon made the request so blame him if it tastes funny.”
“Thanks Jae.” Rowoon rolled his eyes. “You could have just acted like you knew.”
“I knew it was coming up but with the extra hours I’ve been working the actual dates have slipped my mind the last few weeks.” He shrugged. “And the last time I tried to flare up her usual she didn’t talk to me for a few days, our (Y/N) is very particular.”
“It was a day, mainly because I was busy but believe what you want.” You  stuck your tongue out at him. “Inseong is taking me out to eat tonight and said I could invite some friends, when do you get off?”
“I’ll be done about 4 today, since I opened.”
“We’ll both be out of classes by then, we’ll meet here and you can walk back with us.” 
“Sure, that’d be a lot of fun, thanks kid.” He ruffled your hair.
“I’m in a decent mood so I’ll ignore that.”
“Okay you two, we have class remember. See you later Jae.” Rowoon tugged you away as the two of you were playfully glaring at the other smirks adorned on your faces.
As you bid your see you laters, you took your normal seat in class. Your creative writing class had an interesting array of students, from wide-eyed freshmen to stressed seniors hoping for an easier class amongst their major based classes. You pulled out you notebook and pencil, loaded up the slides on your ipad mini and took a few sips of your drink as the rest of the class filtered in.
The room was chilly like usual and you were thankful for grabbing a thin hoodie on the way out. You had tucked your hands into the pocket of your hoodie as you heard the usual classmates enter and take up the row behind you in the amphitheater-esk classroom. Without meaning to, in the rather quiet classroom you listen to the conversation going on behind you.
“Hwiyoung, did you finish the short story for class today?” A voice you’ve heard all semester sounded tired.
“I finished it yesterday after class, is that look saying you didn’t?” The studious younger guy behind you chuckled.
“Dawon wanted someone to go drinking with him and obviously you can’t go, and he guilted me into it.” A soft voice groaned from directly behind you. “I only got about half of it finished.”
“It needs to be turned in before the end of class, if you want to finish it I’ll take notes for you.”
“The notes are online but I’d appreciate that.” You heard him get settled and start up his laptop before you heard their loud friend, the one named Dawon enter the room.
“Taeyang, Hwiyoung, I’m gonna need notes from one of you, I need to sleep.” You rolled your eyes at that, this Dawon guy never took notes in class. Granted, the class was an elective for most and a seemingly decently easy class.
“Did you at least finish the short story?” The tone from Hwiyoung was doubtful, and his question was followed by a crunching sound.
“Of course, 750-word story? I finished that before I went out last night.” Out of the corner of your eye you say Dawon shoot them finger guns before he folded his arms on the table in front of him and thumped his head down.
“Incredible.” The disbelief in Taeyang’s voice made you smile to yourself.
The trio made class pretty entertaining with Hwiyoung always up to participate in discussion, and on the days Dawon is awake for the lecture he’s always making the 8:00am lecture more lively and enjoyable.
A few quiet moments later, aside from the quiet snoring from Dawon, the creative writing professor walked in at the bottom of the room and set up for class. You resigned yourself to doodling on the open notebook page when you felt a weird tickle on your left forearm. Like someone was writing on your arm.
After a moment and a quick glance to see if anyone was looking, you slid your hoodie sleeve up just enough to see in plain and quite pretty print a simple statement.
You can see me now
A chill ran down your spine. You soul mate was reaching out to you. The tickle came again as you watched the words appear on your arm.
Happy Birthday soulmate
In your neatest print you use the black pen to the right of your notebook to reply just under the last message.
I can uh thanks
You watch as a small daisy is sketched onto your arm and a blush rises onto your cheeks and you start to feel too hot in your thin hoodie.
I’ve waited for you for quite a while
Oh? How long?
Turned 21 in February
Just a bit older then
Only a year
You looked up every few moments to copy notes, the tickle on your arm making it hard to focus on the lecture but the thrill of actually talking to your soulmate sent your heart into an erratic beating pattern.
What are you doing?
Lecture, unsuccessfully taking notes
Am I bothering you?
No, the lecture is boring. What about you?
Trying to finish an assignment, also unsuccessfully
Already pretty similar aren’t we
You added a smiley face as an after thought because if this were a text conversation you’d have sent the laughing emoji. The conversation, if you can call it that, pauses as the lecture drones on. By the end of the class you realize how covered your arm is in this person’s pretty handwriting and yours.
In a haste to get to Rowoon to tell him you quickly pack your things as the professor dismisses the class, reminding the class about the short story due in ten minutes. You hear a grunt as Dawon wakes up and stretches and a successful sigh directly behind you. You don’t realize your sleeve is still up until you stand and see Dawon staring at your arm. In a sudden flush of embarrassment, you yank your sleeve down and shove your stuff into your backpack. Just as you stand straight up and turn to leave you come almost face to face with Taeyang behind you, who was leaning forward to get the rest of his things from the edge of the table just behind you.
As your eyes meet, for the first time being this close you can see how pretty and clear his eyes are. You’re so close to each other in this moment you could count his eye lashes. Dawon sees this but stays silent. Hwiyoung is who breaks up the moment by asking them if they wanted to grab something to eat at the campus cafe before their next class.
Embarrassed you run off, leaving the three guys standing there, Taeyang’s two friends trying to figure out what they missed.
You bolt towards Rowoon’s classroom to see him waiting and the two of you head off towards the Social Psychology class the two of you have together. As you walk across campus you fill Rowoon on what happened and show him the writing all over your forearm.
“Look at that? Barely old enough for this soulmate business to have taken affect and you’ve found them.” Rowoon smiled as he ruffled your hair much to your dismay.
“You know I don’t give the soulmate idea much pull in my life.”
“I know, but wouldn’t it be nice? To find the one meant for you.”
“I guess, but I don’t even know who they are. Inseong asked me something similar this morning.” You shrugged, as the two of you entered your classroom and found your seats.
The conversation dropping as class started soon after you got situated. Class flew by because you loved Social Psych, lunch went by quickly as well. Then your last class each, yours being a 3-hour lecture, went by surprisingly quickly and before you knew it you were back at the cafe to pick up Jaeyoon.
“Drinks are on me!” Jaeyoon giggled, raising his hand to catch the server’s attention. “I made bank on tips today.”
He quickly asked for a few bottles of soju, even though he knew that you wouldn’t drink nearly as much as the three guys around you. Meat was cooking and conversation was flowing. The stress from the day melting away from the group gathered around you.
“I know as kids we’re warned about eating dessert before dinner, but I brought this from the cafe for you.” Jaeyoon’s grin went to each ear as he pulled a small box from his bag and set it on the table before you. “It’s only right that we have cake in honor of the twentieth anniversary of your birth.”
“Why did you say it like that?” You giggled, covering your face with one hand as you opened the box with the other. “That you Jae.” You thanked him sincerely, eyeballing the cake before you. “It’s big enough for all of us to have some too!”
“I didn’t know what else to get you to be truthful, Seong here was suppose to go with me to help pick something out but this asshole doesn’t make time for me anymore.”
“Sounds like a lover’s quarrel.” Rowoon muttered, hiding the remark in his glass of beer.
“Sorry I’m late!” Zuho waves as he drops down in the open seat between Jaeyoon and Rowoon, giving you the biggest smile he can muster. “Happy Birthday (Y/N)!” And he slides you a gift, as he notices the situation.
You heard Rowoon’s remark and choked on the sip from your own glass of beer. The coughing fit draws the attention of the tables directly beside you and Inseong quickly apologizes as Rowoon pats your back holding back his giggles.
As you look up you see at the table directly ahead of you, your three 8:00am classmates staring right at you with two people you don’t recognize. For a moment, everything freezes before Rowoon smacks your back rather roughly and you shoot daggers at him.
“That hurts!” You whined, bending out of the swing of another pat when that tickle hit your arm again. “You shouldn’t be mean to the birthday girl.”
“Okay, quit playing the meat is done cooking, let’s eat.” Inseong pulls all the attention to him as he’s cutting the meat into a pile on a plate in the middle and putting more onto the grill. And the eating begins, the conversation dies down to occasional comments, like Zuho informing all of you that his dance classes he is teaching are going well.
The table straight across from you and your friends and brother keeps looking over after hearing your coughing fit earlier. You don’t notice because of the four guys around you keeping your attention on them.
“She’s in our class.” Dawon addresses quietly, metal chopsticks resting in the corner of his mouth, waiting as Hwiyoung and Chani finish cooking the meat.
“(Y/N)? Right?” Hwiyoung asks, looking between Dawon and Taeyang.
“Yea, that’s (Y/N).” Taeyang agrees quietly, focusing on the drink in hand.
“What class?”
“Creative writing Hyung.” Dawon looked from the table you were at to his friends around him. “The class Taeyang is always staring into nothingness during.”
“Nothingness?” Hwiyoung perks up, “He’s always staring at her!” He very obviously points at your table.
“Don’t do that!” Taeyang jumps and jerks Hwiyoung’s arm down.
“Oooooh! Is she really pretty hyung?” Chani teases, his back being towards your table and not having seen you.
“She’s the quiet type in class, very cute and studious. She’d put our Tae to shame with her grades.” Dawon teases Taeyang by pulling on his ear.
“All his stories are about her.” Hwiyoung adds, ducking when Taeyang goes to smack the back of his head.
“Ah, this is the girl you’ve told me about.” Youngbin rests his chin on his hand, watching Taeyang blush.
“Can we not talk about this here?” His friends watched in deluded joy as Taeyang’s face was pink.
“It’s her birthday.” Dawon’s tone is casual. “If you haven’t talked to her before, why not now?”
“We’ve have a few times before, mostly in classes we’ve had together.” Taeyang tries to play it off. “I wouldn’t even know what to say to her right now.”
“How about ‘happy birthday’?” Chani laughed at Taeyang’s discomfort.
“Here.” Dawon pulls the bag from his side and hands it to Taeyang. “Figured since you like her so much you can give her this for her birthday.”
Taeyang, under the watch of his friends around the table, very slowly peaks into the bag to see a small plastic box with a red velvet cupcake and a small bouquet of daisies and some other tiny yellow flower.
“Her favorite flavor of cake is red velvet and she likes daises.” Dawon chirped, feigning boredom.
“How do you know that?” Chani asked completely and blatantly shocked.
“We have a mutual friend. (Y/N) and I.” He shrugged, a glint in his eye. “Besides, something tells me that Taeyang here and (Y/N) would make a good couple.”
“The only problem here is she is surrounded by three friends and her brother, and they all look intimidating meaning Tae will never make it over there.” Hwiyoung pointed a chopstick at his older friend.
“10 bucks he does.” Chani stuck his hand out towards Hwiyoung.
“Really? Alright, 10 bucks he won’t.” They shook on it.
“I can help.” Youngbin stood, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
The remaining guys at the table watched in shock as Youngbin walked over to the table you were at and sat down between your brother and a friend.
“Inseong?” Youngbin smacked your brother on the bak lightly. “I don’t think I’ve seen you since we graduated college!”
“Youngbin! Wow! What are you doing here?” Inseong spun around and gave the new face a quick hug.
“This is where some of my juniors frequent and they invited me here tonight, what about you?” Youngbin turned to face everyone at the table. “Hello, I’m an old classmate of Inseong here, I’m Kim Youngbin.”
“I’m Kim (Y/N), Inseong’s younger sister.” You bowed your head, greeting your brother’s friend.
The rest of the guys introduced themselves as Inseong sat there beaming.
“We’re here to celebrate (Y/N)’s birthday!”
You noticed the way Youngbin stared at your arm for a second, the arm that was still covered in the conversation with your soulmate throughout the day. He caught sight of a familiar hand writing before smiling to himself and focusing on your face.
“Happy Birthday (Y/N), my juniors were just saying that you looked familiar. Do you have class with any of them?” He motioned towards his table and everyone looked in time to see the four very obviously pretend they weren’t trying to listen in.
“I have a class with Dawon, Hwiyoung, and” You paused, locking eyes with Taeyang, “Taeyang. We have a lecture together.”
“So you do know them,” Youngbin’s grin seemed mischievous, “One of them heard it was your birthday and got you something but he’s too nervous to come give it to you himself. I know it’s your birthday and all but if you go over there he’ll give it to you.” Youngbin nodded behind you and as you looked up, Dawon left for the bathroom.
In the next moment Hwiyoung grabbed Chani by the sleeve and dragged him away, a wrap hanging out of Chani’s mouth. You once again locked eyes with Taeyang and you felt your entire body heat up.
“Oh, Inseong she’s blushing.” Youngbin loudly whispered to your brother.
“Go on.” Inseong encouraged, ignoring Youngbin. “We’ll wait for you to get back.”
“Alright, I’ll be back shortly.” With a deep breath and an encouraging look from each of the guys, you stood and moved towards Taeyang.
He quickly started scribbling a message in the card he found at the bottom of the bag. A quick happy birthday and well wishes. When he looked back up his hand froze because you were right in front of him.
“May I sit?” You gestured to the seat beside him Youngbin had previously been in.
“Go ahead.” Taeyang’s voice was quiet, just like in class. “I -- uh, here. Uhm... Happy Birthday?” He offered weakly, his cheeks and ears pink.
You looked down to see a cute card in one hand with a cupcake box resting on top of the card and a bouquet of daisies in the other hand. Shock was evident on your face at the thoughtful gifts, you hadn’t talked to Taeyang as much as you would have liked so you had no idea how he knew you liked these two things so much unless he made a lucky guess.
“Dawon helped pick them out. He uhh - he said that you liked daisies the most. I can’t take credit for the gifts. But please accept them.”
You gingerly took them from Taeyang, trying to control your own blush when you practically held hands as you took the gifts from him. You smelled the flowers first, daisies smelled so fresh and pleasant. They were simple and beautiful too. You looked into the cupcake box to find quite a large single red velvet cupcake with a little edible heart on the side. Then the note that fell onto the table caught your attention. You set the box down and cradled the flowers as you opened the card. His little message and the encouragement at the end made your heart swell a little, even if it wasn’t completely his idea it was still really sweet. 
“Thank you Taeyang, this was really sweet. Thank Dawon for me too. I appreciate the flowers and the cupcake so much.” He watched with a smile as you put the card into your pocket. “I must return to my brother and friends though, they get rowdy with my watchful eyes.”
“Of course.” Taeyang stood with you. “It was no problem, (Y/N). Uhm, happy birthday again.” He watched dumbfounded as you sent him such a pretty smile.
“I’ll see you in creative writing later?”
“Yea, of course.”
And then you were walking back to your table and Taeyang’s heart was beating so fast he felt it was going to give out. Youngbin apologized for interrupting and promised to call Inseong later that week and rejoined Taeyang at their table. Slowly the rest of the table returned, Chani was ten dollars richer, Hwiyoung was ten poorer, and Dawon seemed to be waiting for something to happen. Before anyone could ask him about it, especially Taeyang, they heard you gasp.
You stood back up and walked straight to Taeyang, a small card in one hand you hadn’t seen before. You immediately grabbed the sleeve of his jacket of his left arm and pulled it up to reveal all the writing that was a copy of the writing on your arm. You just stared for a moment, Taeyang started to panic because you weren’t saying anything.
You wordlessly pulled the sleeve of your hoodie up to show him your arm, a perfect match to his.
“How?”
“This.” You handed him the note you found hidden in the bouquet.
All it said was “Check his handwriting again” which definitely would have been weird, but when he looked between your arms he understood what it meant instantly.
“Dawon?” Taeyang spun on his heels, without force enough for you to let go of him. “How did you know?”
“I saw her arm this morning in class. I recognized that handwriting immediately. It felt too good to be true and I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity. Especially since you woke up me freaking out about the picture you woke up to on your hand.” Taeyang flushed again.
“Oh my god.” You covered your face, Taeyang had seen the dick drawn on his hand this morning. He must have thought you did that. “Inseong drew the dick this morning.” You admitted sheepishly, only to find yourself wrapped in a hug.
“I’ve waited quite a while for you.” Taeyang murmured to you. “Who would have thought that my soulmate would end up being the only person I’ve crushed on since high school.”
You moved to check your ears, had Taeyang just confessed to liking you? Liking you for an extended period of time? After a moment, you hugged him back, just burying your face into his chest and holding him tight.
“I don’t really believe in this soulmate stuff and I’ve heard you talk about how you don’t either but if you’d give me a chance, I’d like to try believing.” Taeyang asked quietly, trying to look you in the eye, but the focus flitted around a lot. “I mean, if you’re meant to be, we could alteast give it a chance right?” 
“I’d really like that actually.” You could only smile, things worked out surprisingly well, like it didn’t feel real.
The cat calls and hollers followed from the mixed of the groups you two had been eating with. Inseong and Rowoon were cheering the loudest, almost being overtaken by Dawon who single handedly was screaming.
“I knew you’d find them quickly.” Inseong mused, staring at the two of you with hearts in his eyes. “But looks like we need to take a talk, your name is Taeyang right?”
You chuckled when Taeyang gulped, ultimately agreeing to take things slow since the two of you weren’t too far into your college degrees. Even with the slow burning relationship you were happy, and the fact that this happened so quickly after being about to really see your soulmate, it felt like a 1 in a million chance.
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Okay.. I need to rant a little bit about Schitt's Creek. A fair warning: Unpopular opinions ahead. So if you can't handle that, then maybe skip this post. In fact, if you think David and Stevie are soulmates, please do skip this post. I really don't want to piss anyone off. I really just need to yell into the void and then I'll be done.
It bothers me how this fandom seems to interpret David and Stevie's relationship. I know I know, I can just skip those posts and fics that bother me, and I intend to. But for now, I've been reading them anyway, trying to understand. Trying to find that same feeling most fans seem to have. But it's turning out useless. Much like with the threesome storyline, it doesn't matter how much I try, I will never understand or see it the way most fans do.
Now I understand that David and Stevie are friends, best friends even (well they don't seem to have any other friends so duh). That is canon and it's nice and all. I have no qualms about that. My problem is with how it has almost become this widely accepted fanon that they are some sort of "platonic soulmates". (I blame Emily and certain fic(s) for this). What does that even mean? I don't see their relationship like that at all. Idk. Fans seem to try to come forth with this idea that their love for each other is something more and deeper than just simple friendship. Like they're two halfs of a whole and love each other on some whole different plane. It just doesn't make sense to me. Who can honestly say that their best friend is their soulmate? Especially if they have a partner!?
To me all this intimacy fans talk about there being between them, even physical intimacy, if not sexual, just seems so ooc. I don't see them cuddling and giving kisses to each other etc. Or even saying "I love you" to each other. That's not who they are to me as people. Do people really have that with their friends anyway? I know I don't. Physical intimacy is definitely not part of my friendships. And I certainly don't go around thinking about how gorgeous and attractive my friends are.
And also what about David and Patrick? What about them, you ask. Well what is there left for them that is just theirs and makes their relationship special, if David shares the same emotional and similar physical intimacy with Stevie. If he loves her just as much if not more (since they're, you know, soulmates). That paired with the fact that sex isn't just for the two of them either. That also is shared with other people. What does this make David and Patrick's relationship? Yes they are married but what does that mean? If David feels some kind of committment to Stevie as well. And even takes her into consideration when planning his life with Patrick.
Then you say but romance, that's the answer. David and Patrick share a romantic connection. Well okay, explain to me what that means exactly. How is that supposed to be enough?
You know the fanon interpretation of David and Stevie's relationship makes it sound like David could choose Stevie over Patrick any day in any situation. No not romantically, but other ways. And if we take the classic example of a hypothetical situation where both your partner and someone else, such as your best friend, is in danger of dying and you can only save one of them and you have to make a split second decision, if your answer isn't immediately and without a doubt your partner (not counting a situation where the other person in danger is your child, because then that should be the obvious answer), then what the fuck is even your relationship. Like what's the point then if they are not the most important person in your life, the one you couldn't live without. But fanon interpretation of David and Stevie's relationship makes it sound like David would, if not outright choose Stevie (since, y'know, soulmates), but at least hesitate and that is a problem for me.
And what makes it even more complicated is David and Stevie's sexual history. I see a lot of interpretations that there is still attraction there, which I think canonically is incorrect. And you know irl people can and do get over attraction. But if there is attraction between them, the lines get even more blurred. Where is the limit for that physical intimacy. (What is stopping them for having sex with each other too, since it is not a big deal anyway, right? And that's anyway not something David and Patrick are keeping just for the two of them.) I mean.. if you like to think they're also attracted to each other on top of this soulmate thing then well maybe David shouldn't be married to someone else. Maybe neither of them should be in a serious relationship with someone until they can get over their attraction to each other. Just my opinion. It just feels like.. maybe.. Patrick deserves better..
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