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Soulmate Au Masterlist

This list is inspired and partially taken from @r-evolve-art  ‘s au masterlist. Message me if you have a request for one of these, I would be more than happy to write it

* You have each other’s names on your wrist

* You have the name of your soulmate and the name on your enemy o on your wrist, you have to figure out which is which

* Your last words to each other are written on your arm

* You can only see color when you first meet your soulmate

* Time stops at a certain age, if you haven’t met your soulmate, or if they aren’t born yet you stay the same age until they reach yours

*  Each year imprinted on your arm, whispered in a dream, sent in a mail or whatever, is a hint to who/where is your soulmate

* Meter of how in danger your soulmate is

* You can only see shades of your soulmates eye color until you meet 

*  You get the same injuries as your soulmate

*  Soulmate’s share a heaven/afterlife

* You and your soulmate share dreams, you can communicate in them but you can’t remember each other’s faces when you wake up

* It is impossible to lie to your destined soulmate

* Only your soulmate can kill you

*  On top of everybody’s head is the name of their soulmate. You can’t see your own. If you tell somebody their soulmate’s name, something unfortunate/death will happen to them/yourself/a soulmate

* When you finally get within the mile of your soulmate the day repeats until you find them (Kind of like a time loop)

* Mysterious letter detailing to one person when they’ll meet, and another letter detailing where they’ll meet to their soulmate, but not both (Person A gets when they’ll meet, Person B gets where they’ll meet) 

* Soulmates are the same (souls) throughout all lives, including past lives *  Everyone receives a picture of their soulmate (at a certain age) taken the year they met

* A mirror that you can see and talk to your soulmate in, all bodies and faces are distorted so you can’t see who it is until you meet certain criteria 

* Everyone is born knowing their soulmates biggest (Maybe future) secret

* When you’re born you get a list of your soulmates biggest insecurities, you have to find out who they are based on the list

*  You meet your soulmate the day after the worst event of your life

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10,000 Hours Song Pref.

So guys, I’m kind of working on a song pref series for Prettymuch, not all the songs are pm songs but here’s the first! Hope you like it, this is my first time writing for the boys and I’m a little rusty cause I haven’t written in so long so.. be nice please? 

“Nights on nights on nights

Days on days on days

Clockwork, light work, homework

We don’t take no breaks.”

It’s Friday night and finals week is 2 days away. As if things couldn’t be more stressful and upsetting, Nick flew all the way here just to see me but I’m so stressed about potentially failing my chemistry final that I can’t really even spend any time with him. I hear a vibration and gratefully look away from my flashcards.

“Hey baby girl, how’s the studying going?” The message reads.

You’d think that after a year of being with him I would feel less giddy when he called me baby girl but the feeling never ebbs.

“Well, my head hurts and the words are kind of blurring together but apart from that? Terrible.”

“I’m coming over.”

“Babe, I don’t want you to come over just to sit here while I study.”

“Too late, I’m already in my car. I’m going to go get some snacks. See you soon.”

I roll my eyes at the comment but smile anyway.

“Besides, I’d rather sit with you while you study than to not be with you at all. Plus I can help you.” He says a minute later.

“Oh yeah? How are you gonna do that?”

“With incentives for questions you answer correctly ;)”

Oh man… something tells me I’m not going to get a lot of studying done tonight.

 “We gon’ get it right, get it right, baby.”

 “Brandon how are we supposed to have a relationship if every time we actually get the time to see each other we fight?” I cry to him. Here we are again, doing the same shit we always do. With Brandon and the boys always working to build their careers, him and I don’t get to see each other too often. When we first met they hadn’t come out that they were a boy band and we got to see each other almost everyday and practically never fought but now things have changed. Every time it’s something different. Sometimes it’s as small as leaving a pile of clothes on the floor and other times it’s about a picture or video of him holding a fan a little to close for my liking or in this, and most, cases he works all the time. You’d think that when we finally had the time to be together he’d want to be with me but he’d apparently much rather spend time with his computer and sound system.

“The long distance is apparently putting too much strain on our relationship we can’t keep fighting like this B, I can’t keep fighting like this. Maybe we should just give up, stop trying. Quit while we’re ahead. Maybe it’d be better for both of us to just move on.” I say, wiping the tears from my face, only to have them replaced by more.

At this, his face drops,  “Give up and stop trying? Move on? What are you talking about? We can’t give up. Y/N I love you. I don’t want to move on, there’s no one else I want to be with. No one I want to try this with other than you.” He walks over to me, cupping my face in his hands. “Y/N you’re all I want. But if this is what you really want, if this is what will make you happy then that’s what we’ll do. I’ll give you up right now if you don’t want to be with me anymore but I really, really don’t want to. I know I’m bad at showing it sometimes but you’re the love of my life. We’re going to get it right, we have to.”

 “Take you deeper than the ocean

Have you all in your emotion

Making hours out of seconds.”

             “Babe, do you have to go back?”

“I wish I didn’t, Z.  No part of me wants to go back and to school but I have to.”

It’s 3:38am and I’m lying down in bed with Zion, cuddled up and trying not to think about how the day after tomorrow I’ll be flying away from him.

“You could always take a semester off.”

I look up at him for a moment before he says,  “I’m kidding, I’m kidding I just don’t want you to leave me. This is the most time we’ve ever spent continuously together. I still can’t believe you’ve been here all summer… I can’t imagine what it’s going to feel like without you here sleeping next to me.”

I kiss the corner of his jaw, “I know. But I have to say that it’ll be a lot easier to sleep when I don’t have to fight an actual tree for the blanket.”

“Oh please! You’re the blanket hog. I just try to hang onto enough to cover my body. “

“Your body is too long!”

“Fight me.”

“Nah, I’d have to record it and I don’t want to embarrass you in front of all the BEANZ and the boys. Cause I’d win.”

“Girl please,” He rolls his eyes.

I just smile up at him, trying to memorize the curve of his jaw, the way his dreads fall across his face and the light in his eyes when he looks at me. It’s not that I’ll never see him again but we won’t be able to physically be with each other for months after I leave because he’ll be going on tour. Face time just isn’t the same. He sees the tears welling up in my eyes and his own smile drops, “What’s wrong?”

My smile grows just a little, “I’m gonna miss you so damn much. “

“I’m going to miss you too baby,” He says leaning down to kiss me.

When we break apart I look at him again, or stare is a better word I suppose. He grins, “Are you stunned by how dashingly good looking I am?”

“I love you Caleb.”

His smile falters before widening to a full on Cheshire grin. “I was supposed to be the one to say it first, way to ruin my plans.” He playfully rolls his eyes.

“Oh there was a plan?” I tease.

“Oh yeah, I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed tomorrow and confess my undying love for you.”

“I’d like to see the day where you wake up before I do.”

“Oh she’s got jokes. But I’m serious, I love you Y/N. I really was going to tell you before you left. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. No one has ever really connected with me on the same level as you. No one gets me the same way. This sounds so cliché and I hate saying it because of that but no one makes me feel the way you do.”

I look at him for a moment, a slow smile growing across my face. I lean in to kiss him, slowly and gently, before pulling away and snuggling into his side.

“I don’t think anyone has ever loved anyone as deeply as I love you.”

 “I’ll put in the time if you let me

I’ll fill up your mind with some memories.”

             “Austin we’ve been playing this game for over 6 months and nothing has changed. This is the perfect time for the both of us to just move on.” She sighs, letting her head drop down into her hands.

Y/N and Austin have known each other for about a year now and have had feelings for each other for just as long. They really never attempted to hide them, everyone knew they liked each other, including them but neither of them ever made a move to define their relationship. The beanz constantly asked if they were dating and the answer was always no but that didn’t stop them from shipping them and in some cases, hating on Y/N. Y/N never had much of a problem with their relationship dynamic for the majority of its duration but lately she’d been feeling like maybe Austin didn’t ever make a move toward becoming official with her because he didn’t actually want her like that or see her as girlfriend material. To make things even worse, Austin just found out that management wants the group to go on a press tour for their album before their tour so instead of being gone for 5 months; he’s going to be gone for 8.  And he’s leaving next week.

           “What game? What are you talking about? Who’s playing a game?” He asks.

“You like me, I like you, you know it, I know it, the boys know it, our families know it, hell even the beanz know it. We cuddle but only if it’s just the boys or us. Sometimes in public you’ll put your arm around me but when people ask you tell them that we are just friends and that you don’t think of me like that. You won’t really give any girl the time of day or you ditch them to be with me but you always tell people that we aren’t a thing and you’re single. And sometimes you just look at me like I’m everything you want, not just physically but like you don’t ever want to leave my side. When I come over or you come over you say hi to me by kissing me on the forehead and call me babe and baby but yet, you always introduce me as just a friend… If you don’t want to be with me like that that’s fine but Austin, I can’t keep doing this. I’m not going to push you into being my boyfriend when that very much seems like something you don’t want, if you don’t see me as girlfriend material then that’s fine. Breaking things off would probably just be the best decision for the both of us because I can’t be the girl you keep close until you feel like you’ve met someone worth your time. Maybe you’ll meet someone on one of your tours; maybe you’ll meet someone on this tour. We can’t keep each other from living our lives. We’re not together anyway, not really, maybe this is our sign that we should put an end to… whatever this is.” She says, her voice cracking at the end. She sniffles as Austin looks down at her sitting on the edge of his bed from his perch on his desk, his mouth slightly agape. The silence settles around them, his gaze never leaving her tear streaked face. After what feels like 2 full minutes of silence Y/N eyes drop to the ground and she gets up wiping at her face with her sleeve, “Glad we had this talk.”

           “Y/N wait,” He croaks out grabbing her arm. She stops but keeps her head down, not daring to look at him. “Is that really how you think I see you? As just some girl to fill a void until I feel like I’ve found ‘the one’ or something? “

Y/N just stands there, saying nothing with her face turned away from him.

“Y/N look at me. Please,” He pleads. When she doesn’t comply he slides off the desk to stand in front of her and takes her face in his hands. She closes her eyes before he can make her face him and he watches the tears flow down her face with his own building in his eyes.

“Y/N, the last thing I think of when I see you is just some girl. I would never think that about you, you’re so much more than that okay? I, God, Y/N you are the girl. You said I look at you’re everything I want and that’s because you are, baby. Will you please open your beautiful eyes and look at me?’

She keeps her eyes closed a few more seconds but slowly opens them and rests them on Austin’s face. She could hear his voice shaking but she’s still surprised to see that his cheeks are wet from him own tears.

“I want you in every way possible, okay? But I’ve seen first hand with myself and the other guys what a relationship can do to someone when you’re in the position I’m in. I don’t want you to go through that. The loneliness, the hate, the paparazzi, the jealousy planted by paparazzi, I don’t want that for you. I just-“

“Austin,” She interrupts, “Don’t you think I already go through all that? Don’t you think I get lonely when you’re off on some tour or going to London or wherever to shoot a music video or when I go to visit my parents? We spend basically every moment that we can together, of course when I’m not with you I’m lonely and I miss you. And if you think not having the label of your girlfriend is saving me from hate then you’re sadly mistaken and you should probably log in to your social media accounts a little more often. Like I said, we’re together as much as we possibly can be and the beanz know, or at least theorize that we have feelings for each other. Austin you aren’t saving me from anything by keeping me labeled as your friend okay? Just save the bullshit. If you don’t want me to be your girlfriend then you don’t want me to be your girlfriend that’s fine but just let me go.”

“When did I ever say I didn’t want you to be my girlfriend?”

“When did you say that you did?”

             He sighs, his shoulders slumping. “You wanna know why I’ve never tried to make us into an official thing? Because I’m scared Y/N, you’re beautiful, so fucking beautiful and I can’t look at twitter or Instagram without seeing at least a dozen comments about how ugly I am and how prettymuch would be better without me and how you would never actually be into me so why would I ever think that you would want to be with me? You’re so out of my league that it’s comical and I never wanted to push my luck. I figured that if I tried to really make you mine that you’d say no. And that I’d lose you and I just really didn’t want to do that. I can’t imagine not having you around so if having you around meant that you weren’t really going to be mine then I was willing to live with that.”

“Are you serious? I’ve been so completely transparent about how I feel about you. I get that people on the Internet are bitches and they get you down but I don’t give a fuck about what they have to say, all right? There is not a single person on this planet that I would rather be with right now or any other time than you. And fuck anyone who says you’re anything less than fine, baby. You are a fine, multitalented man that deserves so much better out of this shitty world than what you get and I-“ She stops.

“And you what? “

“I just hate to hear you talk like that about yourself. I’m not going anywhere okay? “ He wipes away any moisture left on her checks with his thumbs and searches her face before saying, “I know we aren’t together, not really, but I think I’m falling for you.”

She turns her head and kisses the inside of his palm and says, “I already fell. Now ask me to be your girlfriend so we can make the most of the week we have left together. We’ve got memories to make.”