#Impulse saying 'My hearts have been full ever since I discovered you were my Soulmate' and Bdubs dreamlike 'yes'

[theinactivefaniguess]

I'm finally getting to Impulse's episode, and. uh. The CCs really saw the lovey-dovey potential that Soulbound/Soulmate concept had and ran with it, huh. ... Is that a green light for us to run with it as well? Because if so... >:)

[leejenowrld]

i just wanted to say i love in your eyes so much. you brought together all the heart-wrenching and love elements of writing into play, and created something so beautiful.

i love the way you wrote jeno. you convey heartbreak so well. the cycle of love, heartbreak, and the impulsive decisions you make. this was so realistic, my heart clenched when i read it. not to mention, the fact that the choices he make are influenced by his past experiences and heartbreak. how he dealt with his emotions was so realistic and i'm glad it was. you showed the REAL art of love and how it affects people.

i listened to "waiting room" by pheobe bridgers when i was reading, for the reason that the lyric "know it's for the better" really resonated with me during this, especially during the part where jeno stands her up. i felt like i was a highschooler all over again, experiencing my first love, the all too familiar feeling of love, which heartbreak slowly follows— making you scared to give love another shot. i felt my heart breaking with each word i read. i felt my heart being ripped out my chest, just for jeno to pick it up and heal it for me.

not to mention, you made a reference to my first and last! that was sososo smart, and to be honest, when i first discovered it, it was around 200 likes. i'm so happy, on that day, i stumbled across your account and followed you. i unexpectedly ended up being a fan of yours, and look where we are now. despite having finished the fic, my heart does nothing but yearn.

also, when you made y/n try to hook up with sunwoo, it just shows us as humans when we spiral, we tend to go back to our old habits that we're so used to. why? because we find comfort in them, we don't know how to do anything else but go back to who we were. but y/n found comfort in something else. jeno, and how he never gave up on her. even throughout their indifferences and tragedy, he didn't give up.

they found their way back to eachother— just like how soulmates do. no matter what happens, soulmates will always be tied back to eachother. you may have differences and things that separate you, but that doesn't change the fact fate has tied your souls together.

when i was reading, i thought of the word "jung/jeong" in korean. in english, jung is like a soul tie. it's like an attachment, no matter what happens, your souls are tied together. even if you guys aren't meant to be together (which y/n and jeno are!), your souls are still eternally connected. it's a connection which can never be severed, even through hate. it's a deep emotional attachment. it's hard to explain, but i think this describes y/n and jeno perfectly.

even when y/n hated jeno for standing him up, she's still naturally drawn to them. their connection goes beyond emotions, but to their souls being connected in itself, eventually making them find home in eachother.

i'm sorry this was long.

thank you for writing this, you have my full support, continue writing and i'll always be a reader. so much love for you!

this review. this review is the reason i started writing and it’s just making me feel so warm and appreciated 🥹🥹honestly i’ve been waiting for a review and ask like this ever since i uploaded ‘in your eyes’

you’re honestly so sweet 🥹🥹 thank you so much. that means so much wow, i really did try to make in your eyes as beautiful and coming of age and realistic as i could’ve, painful but sweet, blissful and breathtaking. i just think love is the most beautiful and precious thing in the world so i wanted to showcase that in my writing <33

thank you so much for the song!! i will listen to it <33 if you have any more songs that remind you of in your eyes then please send them over as i’m actually in the midst of putting together an ‘in your eyes’ playlist and i am struggling for songs that would fit the fic and the vibe!! so please let me know if you have any ideas.

and that is so fucking beautiful and makes me feel so proud that the fic hit hard enough to remind you of your first love and kinda transport you back in time 🥹🥹 that is the beauty of writing and i hope i can continue writing and impressing with my world building and the way i portray feelings and settings, my writing style is very emotional and descriptive (only as much as necessary) and i would go far to say that it’s a form of art, i live for making readers really feel something deep and take anything from the fic

thank you for picking out the reference <3 my first and last is always gonna be my baby, so i had to. you’ll be surprised to know that it was completely unintentional!! i just thought the line and meaning was so fucking beautiful and meaningful and it also happened to be one of my other special fics 🫶🫶

you’re a og reader and follower 🥹🥹 we’ve come so far just in 6 months. i uploaded mfal sometime in january and 6 months later it has around 2.5k notes, has been received well from readers and has its own special universe 🫶🫶

yes yes!!! you get it. yn finds familiarity and comfort in sunwoo. but then she grew a bond so strong with jeno that she finds that same bond, only stronger and actual love, with jeno <33 they are soulmates. and i really wanna show how much they love each other fr, so if you wanna know any extra facts about them or have any questions about their relationship and future (or actual questions for them) then lmk and send an ask <3

that word is so beautiful 🥹🫶 this is what i mean when i say my aim is for my fics to convey a deeper message and pull on heart strings

don’t be sorry !!!! i live for asks like this and i do wish i recieved more, as i said, reviews and words like this are so touching to me and i will always remember this. this is why i started writing

i really really loved talking to you so please join my discord server <3 i wanna talk to you more and also add me on discord — @jenosoph

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[kanene-yaaay-o-retorno]

The Colors of my Soul(mates) [1]

[Second oneshot]

[AO3 link]

Kanene’s Notes:

Nope, I do not regret the pun. Okay, okay! I’ve plaining this AU for almost an year so I’m pretty excited to post it!! dfghjsdfrtyucfvgbhjv yaaaay!! Thank you very very much @olliedollie1204 for such a positive feedback and awesome ideas. it helped me a lot!! 

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* That fanfic has Virgil, Logan, Patton and Roman (only a brief mention of Remy) in a platonic relationship (yet), but it can be viewed as romantic, if you wish. 

* Warnings: A bit of swearing and depreciative thoughts. It’s mostly fluff and hurt/comfort, tho.

* This characters do not belongs to me. They all belongs to the amazing Thomas Sanders in his series of Sanders Sides.

* Something around 4.500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* Tô com preguiça de postar a versão em português brasileiro aaaa! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Say to someone important how much you love them, be safe, talk with the one that you love, drink water and sleep well! Byeioo!~

                           [~*~]

What can do a creature if not, between creatures, love?  - Carlos Drummond de Andrade

  - What the fu-

 Virgil only discovered he had more than one Soulmate when he was twenty years old, more specifically the exact moment he took a wrong turn and kept going even knowing he was in the wrong way because one hour it would lead him to somewhere Virgil would recognize before his mortal being inevitably starved to death in the middle of nowhere and his eyes got dragged from the visions from thousands of futures created by his mind to a Teddy Bear Store - they seemed to replicate worse than bacteria during Valentine’s Day - and two bears from the crimson shelter suddenly dyed themselves in two milliseconds as he slightly glanced at them.

 Two of them. Virgil felt his entire face burn in hot shades of embarrassment with drops of disbelief, almost as if all the people running, stumbling, locked in their own worlds and swearing while walked in the sideway because ‘some stupid teenager decided to just stop and block their way’ could, by only looking at him, stare deep into his soul and realize the one staring astonished the store already carried in his fate another one more Soulmate at home.

One completely different in shape and form, even if also blue, however in a light, sky blue completely opposite shade from the new navy one staring him down - Virgil knew plentily their link wasn’t bonded yet, albeit he was equally sure that the person behind those black glooming teddy bear’s eyes were already judging him, - wondering why, between all the people, he was their soulmate. The other red one was very much likely crackling in his face when an employee came and pointedly turn the adult’s attention to the sign in big, graphed words clued in front of their store:

 “You dye, you buy.”

 Virgil signed, pushing his hoodie down further, wondering how much time it would take of him hitting his head on the wall to finally pass out. This option sounded much more attractive when he realized that this new ‘discovery’ about himself would cost all his month’s saves.

 He asked, to the Universe, the stars, the Earth and whoever was seeing him in that exact moment: why?

 Was it a kind of prank? A punishment from fate when, years and tears ago, Virgil lifted his chin up and dared the Universe to give him more soulmates as he locked all his uncolored – although never really free of some weak drops of paint from what one day they came to be – simply stuffed animals, - and nothing more, anymore, - away and promised he would never, ever allow himself to go all through this shit again?

 But… That had been… years ago. Almost a decade since that soft voice he got to know so well, the impulsive acts, long conversations and warm feelings.

 But…

 Time has passed, that is true. Nevertheless, deep down has he really changed?

 Virgil stared at the bag carried so close to his chest since his bare hands were sweating and shaking way too much for this task. Yes, he knew his Soulmates won’t feel anything until both of them decided to ‘give the First Step’, accepting to link their souls and fates, for the longest as it lasts. However, he didn’t want to risk it, because what if they felt? What if he in some way broke the Soulmate System when got two at the same time and now everything was messed up and they could already feel his touches even through the bag and the first impression Virgil would gave to them was ‘That anxious, weird boy and his creepy, sweaty hands’ and-

 A girl almost hit him as she passed running at his side, making his arms protectively hug further the teddy bears closer to him, arms protectively involving them, the soft touch somehow calming his tumulted thoughts. The lost man took a deep breath.

 Clear your mind. Rational thoughts. Focus on the two sides of the coin. Three people wouldn’t be able to break a millennial, unknown system, don’t matter how good he was in screwin… No, a voice that sounded suspiciously a lot like his psychologist calmly pointed, not like that. Virgil huffed, trying again. He was a magnet of problems and bad…Okay, also wrong. Neutral thoughts, focus on neutral thoughts. Come on. Come on.

 It was okay.

 They wouldn’t feel him until they gave the first step. Right, that… sounded like a start. He didn’t do anything. Now, what Virgil needed to do was go to his house, clean his bed in order to find a good place where he could put and ignore them and then he would get his headphones, listen his playlists and wonder where the fuck his life was going.

 It was okay. Everything would stay okay as long as he didn’t give the First Step.

 Virgil unconsciously hugged tighter the teddy bears, his fingers finding way and drowning themselves in the soft, cozy fur, combing them in light, soothing touches as he continued his way.

 Okay. Everything was okay.

 [~*~]

 Plurinfanto, or Multiple Souls, it’s the nomination used for the cases when a person has diverse soulmates at the same time and in a same period.

 The first known case was with Pharaoh Cleopatra when multiples of her woolen fabric started to dye themselves in various colors and shades. In Ancient Roman, it was believed that the occurrences were blessings from Venus in a sign of prosperity and abundance. Grand, longstanding parties were executed through days nonstop in order to get together those intertwined souls. When the connection broke and the colors disappeared, it meant that days of pain and foreboding were waiting forward.

 It is not known for certain the exact moment when the meaning changed, albeit researchers believe it was around the fall of the Roman Empire, when all the invasions resulted in a cultural reconstruction which led to the loss from much of their costumes.

  CLICK HERE TO DISCOVER HOW TO HAVE THE SOULMATE OF YOUR DREAMS!!!!  

 [~*~]

 The computer made a soft ‘click’ as Virgil closed it and sat on his bed, adjusting slightly his position to stare the three vivid, brilliant stuffed beings contrasting to the general dark theme of his room.

 Virgil growled, resting his back on the cold wall, the shivers calming his flowing thoughts about all the variants this whole thing had. No to mention that people change with time, leading to the souls who they “relate” to change as well, meaning that you can have someone in your life for years and then, one month, or weeks or the next day, you can wake up only to discover you and the said person don’t “match” anymore.

 And NO ONE talked about this just because it was a freak tabu to doesn’t have ‘an only one soulmate who will be with you until the end of your existence’. Oh, for fuck sake. Virgil ran his hand through his hair, wincing when he accidently pulled some tangled strands. That sounds like a line of commercial, does anyone believe that bullshit for real?

 “Hello dear, newer fellow!!” The popping thought broke his line of reasoning, jumping excitedly in his mind and automatically pulling him out of his wanders. It has a strong and full of… about everything, tune demanding attention. Virgil felt a warm kiss on his forehead, meaning one soulmate – a deep part of him turned his attention to the red colored teddy bear, - had given the First Step. The one who in some moment changed his position so now he was sitting on the floor felt his face get hot again, heart thumping strongly in his chest as his arm moved, fingers stopping inches away from the fur, questioning if he was ready to retribute the gesture.

  [~*~]

 Many history icons have reports of being Pluriers, as shown in the book ‘The Romance in the History of Those Who Wrote It’, by historian Henry Senyura. The subject is also beginning to gain more visibility after the protest from the teacher Joan A. in 2010, who got touched towards the situation of some of her pupils being forced to choose only one among their Soulmates for the six-month annual exchange, by the end of that period most of them lost or weakened their bonding due lack of communication, small changes of personality and continuous absence. She held a protest at the front of the school, stating that no one had the right to interfere in ‘matters of the heart’.

 A lot of fiction works are beginning to address the topic more frequently, as in I’m Not One, a movie directed by Devon Stan; The Seven Colors of Rainbow, a book written by Lílian Lee and the psychological analysis Life’s Watch, recently found between drafts by the famous writer Robin Green, published after their husband’s authorization, Josué Green.

 [~*~]

 Logan hummed. As it seems, this was a relatively common thing, since the concept of Soul Mates surpassed the barriers of unity and time, being ‘souls who in a way or other intertwined themselves in some part of their life. Sometimes it didn’t necessarily mean a romantic relationship, as the majority of society and media pointed, but it also didn’t hold any assurance that all of them were platonic.

 He massaged the bridge of his nose. Remy wasn’t in the dorm so everything was silent enough for him to hear his own thoughts.

  It has been a remarkable amount of years since he got his last soulmates, - except for Remy, however they both considered this occurrence as a separate incident - well, until, of course, this day. At least it was a good thing he always carried in his bag extra easy manageable stuffed animals or else maybe the System would dye one of clothes, what would be less than ideal for him in the middle of his philosophy debate. But things got even more interesting when, after his classes, as he arrived at the small, pleasantly well-organized store next to his university, one more stuffed animal colored itself right before him.

 He didn’t exactly understand why. Logan considered himself an owner of a… quite strong, strict personality, this added with his difficulty in managing his and one another emotions usually tended to bring some complex tribulations in his rela-

 Anyway, that is beside the important matter. The one laying his chin on his crossed fingers undid his pose for a bite of time in order to adjust his glasses, barely fixating his gaze on the two plushies in the desk before him, his third – Pat - resting a few centimeters away, closer to Logan’s fingers, who were barely touching. Mind running. Asking, reflecting, wondering what was the exact amount of time to be acceptable to give his First Step?

 ‘The First Step’.

 Logan never really understood from where and how that expression emerged. It didn’t come from the words’ etymology nor some semantic detour. His most concrete hypothesis consisted of the phrase being derived from old romances.

 “Did you know it used to be called the ‘First Kiss’?! But that confused a lot of people who really believed that, to be able to talk and interact with their soulmates they would have to kiss each other, like the Sleeping Beauty! I always got confused in this movie when I was a child, by the way! That ended up messing with a bunch of relationships before they even started, since a lot of peeps don’t feel comfortable enough with strangers kissing them. However, they also speeded up a bunch of them as well…” Logan blinked, his attention escaping from his previous thoughts to the light sky blue plushie of Baby Yoda, for a moment surprised with the sudden input. He felt fingers carefully holding his arms and a bit of ghost movements as Pat probably moved his representation to somewhere else, a hug and warmth engulfing the one yet absolving the new information moments later.

 “That was… enlightening.” His voice danced across the room. Even though he was completely aware they could chat telepathically, the childish act of saying the words out loud still comforted him, in a way. “Thank you for your contribution.”

 He took a deep breath and closed the tab of research on his cellphone, internally thanking from the escaping of his turmoil of thoughts, his free hand carefully combing the Baby Yoda’s head fur, almost methodic.

 “Looo, no!” The other protested with no heat in his tune, leading a toothless smile to resurface in Logan’s features. “Stop doing this. You know I end up sleeping every time!”

 “Oh no, what a tragedy.” He deadpanned, already plugging his phones and changing to a most relaxed position on his chair, his eyes traveling across the countless movies on the device before him. “In which episode did we stop?”

 “I’m going to fight you.” Pat sounded like he was pouting.

 “How so?” Logan asked, trying to hide his amusement.

 Silence followed his words.

 “Pat?”

 “What is the skeleton’s favorite instrument?”

 “Pat, don’t you fucking da-”

 “Language! It’s a xiloBONE!”

 Logan audible growled, fast in his final decision. “I’m going to drop you out the window.”

  “I’m going to hug you!” And immediately the one rolling his eyes felt himself being squished in a strong bear hug, huffing only half annoyed.

 “You are an incorrigible heathen, let me go in this exact instant.” His answer was a ‘butterfly kiss’ – as Pat was fond in calling them – on his forehead. “Urg, affection.” Yet he smiled and mirrored the act, lightly poking the other’s side.

 “We’re on episode 19.”

  [~*~]  

Roman stared the paper, his pencil’s tip stopped in the middle of the biggest petal’s flower, his eyes narrowing in the hope of a clearest way of how to convert the vague idea he had in transforming the night full of stars in a flower. No to tell he also would need to choose a good pallet of colors indication for it, later, and probably re-do all the process over and over and over until got the best result as possible. A yawn found its way from his lips and the designer stretched, getting up to drink a bit of water and rubbing his eyes, wondering if it was really worth it to make a black tea to help him through the night.

 A glimpse of color caught his attention. The navy blue teddy bear on his couch, the main inspiration of his newest tattoo. Roman wondered why it wasn’t resting in front of him while he drew. A corner of his brain, obscured by the tiredness, telling he had a previous good reason for this choice although his actual self carried absolutely no idea of why.

 Well, if he couldn’t remember it, it means the reason wasn’t THAT good, right?

 Roman held the stuffed animal, spinning with it across the room for a couple of minutes, imagining who would be the person behind it. A king, a queen, a non-binary royalty? Did they like Disney? Musicals? Sing? Would they chat for hours at first with a few words exchanged or would they take a bit to warm at each other? Was navy blue their favorite color or…

 Or…

 Navy blue.

 Oh.

 He fixed his glare on the plushie, his hands feeling and slowly drawing in the soft fur of it.

 Navy blue, huh? A humorless chuckled flew in the air. It could have no significance, it could be a world of it. It probably didn’t mean what he, for a moment, a so silly, stupid moment, wished it meant. Of course, one day this would happen, right? It was something normal, something expected. Not the magical, right out of the story books or his old daydreams, occurrence.

 This wasn’t a second chance. The Universe doesn’t give you second chances. He wasn’t the same boy from eleven years ago, holding his own costumed teddy bear crying his eyes out, hugging he – No, it – the closest as possible, wishing with all his heart and soul for the color, the voice, the thoughts, the rambling, their bickering, the forgiveness to come back again.

 No, he grew up. He moved on. He got better.

 Then why did a part of him still felt this way? Like he was about to hear the excited giggles, the soft reprimand, that lovely, deep and so truly -and sometimes boring, Roman had to admit – questions? Why would a part of him still say that he could have it all again if he just… waited long enough, hoped high enough, dreamed long enough…

 …If he was enough.

There aren’t more than seven billion colors in the world. Roman would be stupid if he really believed there was a path where he wouldn’t stumble in that so (un)fortunate well-known shade of blue again.

 Roman growled, his forehead making a loud, dry thumping sound as hit his desk. The one who should be asleep hours ago had absolutely no energy to battle against those thoughts, again. At least for now. He rubbed his eyes and stared at the teddy bear laid on the cold tabletop before him. Well, what a better way to get rid of your own means thoughts than put some stranger’s unpredictable thoughts in the middle of it? Roman slightly pushed the bunch of flowers and some warmup sketches he had out of the way, carefully carrying the representation next to him, nodding. Honestly, that was the best idea he had for a while, why did he even put the lovely thing away?

 Awake Roman was so silly, thinking that… something he couldn’t quite recall right now would be a bad idea, he pointed as snorted softly, pressing his lips on the teddy’s forehead, the quote he knew by heart flying from them in a natural flow.

 “It is not immortal, since it’s flame. But let it be infinite while it lasts.”

 A warm sensation rested on his own forehead moments later, leading the sleepy form to hum happily.

 “Is it… poetry?” Oh shit, Roman widened his eyes. His soulmate heard that?? Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Roman mentally facepalmed himself. So that was why he usually said it before the First Step!

 “Uhh, yeah. Of course. Fidelity Sonnet by Vinícius Moraes.”

 “I see. Classicism, I presume. A literature of very soundly pleasant rhymes, indeed. The first sonnet was probably created by the humanist Italian poet Francesco Petrarca, although it got even more known in the western literature after the works of Camões, who- ”

 “He is from Modernism, actually.” Roman didn’t know why he suddenly sounded so defensive. Logan felt a cold feeling run his body when the other’s hands let go of him, for a piece of second wondering if it was supposed for him to do the same with the red narwhal plushie on his hold.

 “A very common mistake to make due the lack of context.” He retorted, unable to formulate another answer. He had, of course, thought, balanced options and chosen the best topics to discuss with his new soulmates when they bonded. However, his fingers firmly gripped the pen, its tip tapping on the first topic written in the notebook partially forgotten in front of him, the poetry figuratively threw him out of his tracks, leading the decision to be the most impartial as possible due his… not so impartial past memories with that specific shade of red an even more difficult task than it already was.

 “Yes. Sure. Sorry, I- I’m just… very tired right now.”

 “You should go sleep, then.”

 The other snorted with the direct, immediate response. “I should, shouldn’t I? Gotta work, though.”

 Some part of Logan’s brain registered the new fact, separating and keeping it in a special place so he would remember to write it down in the new folder he bought, later.

 “I see.” … poetry? That wasn’t a hard topic to talk about. The one now nervously cleaning the very clear lenses twisted his mouth. He could talk about this for hours. No, correction: he already had previously talked about this for hours non stop.

 Logan strangely felt the urge to rub his face and scream. It has been years, - eleven years and 10 months to be precise – and exactly eight years since the one wearing glasses learned poetry because of him. Because of his constant habit of reciting Shakespeare before they would go to bed, until Logan brought himself to research and decorate all the poems he could muster, taking the task to now wake Prince – the name still carried a strong taste in his tongue – in the same way every single day. Before they realize, that becomes something between them. There were times when both didn’t talk, content in only reciting some verses and hear the other complete them. A part of Logan, that illogical and unfortunately full of feelings one wondered how their rap battles would be if they found each other right now.

 Did Prince even maintain his liking the same things he one day did? Does he still recite poetry? Does he maintain the same dreams? The same habits?  Does he even remember about him?

 Highly improbable.

 “You can call me Lo.”

 Roman slowly blinked, getting out the fog surrounding his brain to realize he was mindless staring at the pan’s boiling water, surprised the other still there. Well, it seems like he hasn't screwed terribly everything yet.

 “Lo? Like Lowrance?”

 “Even though my name does contain ‘Lo’ in it, no. It’s ‘Lo’ like Logic. I came to believe it’s a good idea the nomination after a predominant characteristic, since we can’t actively exchange our real names through the Soulmate System.”

 Roman’s breath hitched, a memory with yellow-ish edges and nostalgic smell unrolling in front of him.

 …

 ‘I think we should choose you a name with more personality in it, ya know?’ He threw himself on his bed, kicking his legs on the air before immediately scoping the plushie and laying it on his stomach. ‘Like a characteristic!’

 ‘I don’t see what is wrong with the nickname I choose.’

 ‘No, no! There is nothing wrong with it! But that could be something just between us!’ Then he gasped, picturing that, if he was inside a movie there would be a lamp shining right above his hair in this moment. ‘We could call you Ro!! You wanted to be a robot, right?’

 His soulmate growled and Roman felt a few pokes on his arm, the verbal protest doesn’t taking long before accompanying it. ‘I was three years old!’

 ‘And I’m never letting you live this down.’ He beamed, both knowing the annoyed scoff he got as response held no real heat. ‘Besides, we could even match our names!!’

 ‘That would be very counterproductive.’ Roman felt his hair being softly smoothed, a usual indication the other was losing himself in his thoughts. ‘Nicknames are supposed to help us. Having two equal names is not the most efficient thing.’

 Roman dramatically scoffed, picking the stuffed animal and half hugging it, his free hand occupying itself in making a couple of gestures to no one, since his soulmate couldn’t exactly see them. ‘It’s not about being productive, Bear! It’s about feelings!!’

 ‘And since when,’ a light poke was delivered on his belly, making him squeak and mess with the teddy bear’s hair in revenge ‘Everything isn’t feelings for you, your highness?’

 …

 “Okay,” Roman and his self past disappearing with the fading memory said, in synchrony “You shall call me by Prince, then.”

 Suddenly he felt himself falling, his hands quickly holding on the tabletop as the cold, nauseous feeling took over his stomach, more like a punch on it, his veins being filled with amounts of adrenaline for a glimpse of a second.

 “Excuse me? Warn a guy next time you decide to just drop his representation, dude! Damn.” Roman shook himself, trying to bring his body to calm down.

 “Sorry, I got… startled.” Logan gulped. The word ‘Prince’ echoing on his mind as a broken vinyl disc. What were the chances? That couldn’t be such a common nickname, right? Nor color. Nor interests. What were the chances? What could be the chances? Maybe he was just projecting, being played, tricked by a dangerous partnership between his own brain and emotions. Maybe he was just jumping to conclusions due the nostalgic feeling fogging his actions, his thoughts. Perhaps-

 “Hey, Lo? Are you there?”

 “Yes.” Logan answered, his fingertips colliding quickly with the fabric of his pants as he visualized his options. “Yes, I am.”

 “Hm. Okay, then. I’m… glad to know.”

 Silence. Logan took a wobbly breath.

 “Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back; Wherein he puts alms for oblivion; A great-size monster of ingratitudes:”

  “Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd; As fast as they are made, forgot as soon.” Roman continued without even noticing until the words danced in the air, just like the years haven’t passed.

 Then he understood.

  His heart stopped for a second, his eyes widening and his voice disappearing, as if his whole being was afraid to break the moment, the spell; as if this was a dream and a miscalculate step would make everything fade.

 “Bear?” Roman felt a light poke on his cheek.

 “Hello, Prince.”

 Roman choked a laugh, quickly crawling the teddy bear next to his chest, hugging it both firmly and yet so caring, curling around its - no, him - feeling an equal warmth involve his form as he hided his face on the soft fur, giggling and hugging, feeling so happy, so alive and right and good and he would never, ever, ever again let him go.

 “I missed you, bitch. Never scare me like this again.”

 “I… missed you, as well.” Logan tried to not let the emotion take over his tune, his hand petting the narwhal plushie softly, the words had abandoning him, as it seems. “This reunion is a… good surprise.”

 “Oh, shut up, I know you’re having a blast somewhere in that logic soul of yours, too.”

 Logan huffed, grinning. “Stop crying on my hair, your troglodyte.”

 “Make me, I dare you.”

 “Always so dramatic.” They both rolled their eyes, letting the moment be bathed in the deep waters of a comfortable silence.

 “Eleven years.”

 “We have so, so much to talk about!! Oh, my goodness gracious, I’m going to get my tea. Do you remember about that play I wrote about zombie princes and a dragon witch? You will NOT fucking believe what happened with it!”

 “Good thing I have you to explain to me then.” Roman stopped, a gigantic smile taking over his features as he closed his eyes to feel everything even more.

 “Yeah, I agree.”

 Somewhere in the world Patton and Virgil smiled during their sleep, unable to control themselves when a gigantic wave of pure joy and delight filled every corner of their hearts, coloring it on the most brilliant gleam, just like their stuffed animals resting peacefully on their grip.

[chocolatequeennk]

Where You Least Expect It

The Doctor had long given up on finding the person who would say the boring English sentence printed on his wrist. But when he went into Bad Wolf Roasters for a cup of tea, he discovered that sometimes, you find love where you least expect it.

Eight x Rose, soulmates au and coffeeshop au for @perfectlyrose‘s birthday. 

This also fills those two squares on my fluffuary card from @legendslikestardust.

And thanks to @lastbluetardis for helping me out on a few tricky plot points, and @pellaaearien for brainstorming a few language things with me.

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The late evening light cast a golden glow on Almina as the Doctor walked through the village. He could hear the sounds of the Soul Bonding Festival on the outskirts of town. That was why he was there, but as he crossed the village green, something caught his eye.  

“Now that’s curious,” he mused as he looked into the cheery little coffeeshop. He wasn’t sure if he meant the fact that this one business was open when everything else was closed up tight for the holiday, or the name of the shop itself.

“Bad Wolf Roasters.”

Bad Wolf again. Those words had been following him for months now, popping up everywhere he turned. Each time, they redirected his attention to some tiny detail that eventually saved his life.

The festival forgotten, the Doctor pushed open the door of the shop instead. The chocolatey, nutty aroma of freshly roasted coffee hit him first, followed by the comforting scent of freshly baked goods.

For a moment, he thought the shop was empty, then a blonde woman stood up from where she’d been crouching behind the espresso machine. “Hi there! Can I get you something?”

Somehow, the Doctor crossed the room without even being aware that he was moving. “I don’t suppose you know how to make a decent cup of tea?”

She rested her hip against the counter and shot him a wide, cheeky smile with a hint of tongue peeking through her teeth. To his surprise, the Doctor felt his hearts speed up, and he had to consciously control his body’s autonomic processes so he wouldn’t blush.

“I don’t know, mate,” she teased. “This is a coffeeshop, after all…”

“And yet, somehow I’m certain you make an excellent cuppa, Rose,” he countered, reading her name off her name tag. As he said the words, he knew they were true. Why his time senses should choose to reveal this young woman’s ability to make tea was beyond him, but when her eyes widened in surprised pleasure, he decided he didn’t care.

“Might do, yeah. A full pot, or just a cup?” she asked, moving to the register to ring him up.

“Oh, a pot, surely.” The Doctor handed her a few local coins, then asked the question that had been nagging at him ever since he’d seen the open sign in the shop window. “Rose… Why are you open today? I would think you’d want to be at the festival with everyone else.”

To his surprise, her smile disappeared. She dropped a few smaller coins into his outstretched hand, then tugged her long sleeve down over her wrist.

“My mark went wrong when I was born,” she mumbled. “I don’t have a soulmate—or if I do, there’s no way I’ll ever find them. Makes it hard to go to the festival.”

Rose shook her head when the Doctor started to apologise. “What kind of tea would you like?” She held out a list, and he got the message—she didn’t want to talk about it anymore, not even to hear him say he was sorry.

The tight lines around her mouth and creasing her forehead made the Doctor’s hearts ache. He wanted nothing more than to bring her smile back, but for once, the perfectly charming phrase did not immediately fall from his lips.

He barely glanced at the list. “Why don’t you surprise me?” he suggested. “Any one of your black teas.”

Rose nodded. “You can take a seat, and I’ll bring it out to you.”

The Doctor nodded reluctantly and did as she asked. Oh, well done, Doctor, he chided himself as he pulled out a chair and sat down. Of all people, you should know that soulmarks are not necessarily the key to instant happiness people say they are… and yet you chose to bring up the topic with a perfect stranger, hurting her in the process.

Eight hundred years, and the Doctor still had not found the person who would utter the words tattooed on his wrist. He’d given up looking centuries ago, and if he didn’t see the mark every day, he might almost have forgotten what the words said.

He ran his hand through his hair and sighed in frustration. He had to make it up to her, but he didn’t have a clue what to say. After a moment, he reached into his pocket for pen and paper and started a list of ideas, writing in Gallifreyan so Rose wouldn’t know what he was working on when she brought the tea over.

Why he was so determined to make amends, the Doctor couldn’t say. All he knew was that he had to see her smile again.

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Rose took as much time to make a pot of tea as she dared. Even though he hadn’t known how his words would sting, being reminded of her own inadequacy had hurt.

When the shop door had opened, she’d looked forward to at least the little bit of conversation a customer would provide. Then she’d caught sight of the gorgeous man who’d just stepped inside, and she hadn’t been able to resist flirting a little.  Her heart had skipped a beat when his blue eyes had twinkled back at her, and when he’d said her name, she’d felt her face turn pink.

She’d suggested a pot of tea, thinking that maybe, since the shop was obviously empty except for him, he might invite her to sit down with him.

And then he’d asked about her soulmark. Well, no, Rose amended. He just asked why I wasn’t at the festival. Still, after years of being teased about the circles and lines she bore on her wrist instead of words, it was a sensitive topic for her.

Rose looked around the espresso machine and frowned when she saw him bent over the table, scribbling away at something. He seemed to have forgotten she even existed.

She sighed and picked up the tray. The tea was ready, and her pride wouldn’t let her give a customer anything less than the best.

“Right, here you go,” she said as she set the tray down on the table.

The man looked up and shot her a warm smile, but before she could admire the way his eyes crinkled up, she spotted what he’d been writing. Shock warred with the feeling of being too exposed, and she stumbled back three steps, eager to get away from this stranger who’d somehow seen too much of her.

In her haste to get away, she forgot there were other tables and chairs nearby. A chair hit the back of her legs, and she cursed when she felt herself start to fall.

“Whoa!” A strong arm caught her around the waist and saved her from a hard landing on the tile floor. “Here, why don’t you sit with me? There’s enough tea for both of us,” he offered as he pulled a chair out.

Instead of sitting down, Rose grabbed the chair back and pointed at his paper. “Where did you see those symbols?” she demanded.

He frowned and looked at the paper, then back at her. “They aren’t symbols,” he explained slowly. “That’s my native language.”

His native language.

Rose pushed up her sleeve with a shaking hand, willingly displaying her soulmark for the first time in years. “Then… then do you know what this says?”

He glanced down at her arm and his eyes widened. “Please, sit down,” he pleaded. “My name is the Doctor—I just realised I never told you.”

Rose sat down in the chair opposite the Doctor. She felt too jittery to stay seated, but he obviously wasn’t going to answer her question until they were both at the table.

Once he was sitting down, she held her arm out again. “Please, Doctor. I thought I was broken, but if it’s just in a different language… I need to know what it says.”

He rested his elbows on the table and took a deep breath. “It says… I don’t suppose you know how to make a decent cup of tea?”

Rose scowled at him. “Already had that conversation, mate.”

The Doctor looked steadily into her eyes. “Yes, we did.”

The realisation crept slowly over Rose, but even when she grasped what he was saying, she shook her head. “That’s pretty convenient,” she pointed out. “First person who can read my mark and it just happens to be the first words he said to me?”

The Doctor shrugged out of his green velvet frock coat and unbuttoned the cuff of his shirt. Rose held her breath as he rolled his sleeve up far enough for her to read the English words.  

Her mouth went dry, and she had to swallow twice before she could speak. “Can I?” she whispered, reaching out until her fingers hovered over the mark. There was one last test, one more way to be sure they were indeed soulmates.

The Doctor nodded, and she ran her thumb over her words. They both gasped when the black faded into brilliant gold. As they did, a comforting warmth and feeling of belonging washed over Rose, and she couldn’t hold back her sigh. She’d never paid attention when people had tried to explain what it felt like to be with your soulmate.

“That’s amazing.”

“Yes, it is,” the Doctor agreed. He took the arm bearing her soulmark and held it gently in his hand. “May I, Rose?”

Rose blinked back tears at the tenderness in his voice. “Yeah. Of course.” A moment later, she sucked in a breath when his long fingers traced the first circle, turning it a deep blue.

“Oh, Rose,” he murmured as he completed the phrase. “My Rose.”

She twisted her wrist and took his hand. “My Doctor,” she returned.

The claim teased the Doctor’s time senses, but he knew without looking that this was not a timeline he should look at ahead of time.

Instead, he squeezed her hand once and then released it. “Well, Rose, I think we have a lot to talk about. Why don’t you pour the tea?”

To his surprise, Rose shook her head and stood up. “Rose?”

“I’ve been avoiding the Soul Bonding Festival my whole life.” She tilted her head back proudly. “Today I’m going with my soulmate.”

The Doctor laughed and stood up with her. Driven by impulse and a need to be as close to his soulmate as possible, he picked Rose up and swung her around once before hugging her. Hearing her breathless laughter in his ear made his hearts race, and it took a degree of effort to step back and take her hand.

They still had things to discuss, specifically, his life as a traveller and the bigger-on-the-inside ship. But looking down into Rose’s brown eyes, lit with the excitement of an adventure about to begin, the Doctor knew the soulmarks had worked their magic yet again.

[introvert-dragon]

My Heart Skips a Beat

I haven’t posted anything related to my writing for a long time, and I’ve been re-reading and re-editing some of my old-fics.  So I decided to repost this one here... I mean, why not?

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Summary:

[Modern AU]

"I just don't understand it Hiccup! Why didn't I feel anything at all when he kissed me!" Astrid confided, feeling tipsy—maybe a little drunk—after a couple can of beer. Then out of impulse, she grabbed her best friend by his shirt and kissed him. She didn't expect to find what she was searching for. One-shot. Modern AU.

My Heart Skips a Beat.

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"Come on, Hiccup. Please... answer your goddamn phone!" Her eyes were on the verge of tears, feeling a messy jumble of emotions; lost, weak, helpless, angry, heartbroken. Astrid randomly paced in the university for an hour now after 37 failed attempts to call Hiccup, frequently glancing around hoping to catch an auburn mop or any sign of Hiccup at all.

The number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later—

Fuck. Everything was a mess.

It's been more than a week since she last saw him, talked to him, heard his voice... since she kissed him.

That was the longest time Astrid never had a single contact with Hiccup in her whole life. Hiccup was basically a constant presence in her life—an essential part of her.

Hiccup was her childhood friend, her life-long best friend, her partner in crime, her Soulmate.

And recently discovered—

True love—the one that made her heartbeat.

She missed him; what Astrid wouldn't give to hear her annoying ill-timed sarcastic jokes in his stupid soothing nasally tone. To hear him enthusiastically speak of another weird invention that was doomed to be trouble.

Oh, gods—why did she ever think at that time that randomly kissing him would be a good idea? Yes! It was the best kiss of her life. But was it really worth losing him?

Did she regret it? She didn't know!

Would she take it back if she had the chance to? She didn't want to.

She probably would have never realized her true feeling if she didn't kiss him. But when?—why did things go wrong?

Worse was that her heart was already invested in him. It was beyond her control now. She finally realized she loved her best friend—and there was no turning back.

Astrid let out a sigh, dismissing the thoughts of her head, finding no success as her mind only began to drift to the said event that transpired last Friday.

"Let me guess... Another failed Friday date with some random guy who asked you out and another Friday night with Hiccup?" Hiccup answered the phone, his voice filled with slight exasperation.

Before Astrid could think of an answer, Hiccup sighed and spoke again. "Fine... Where are you? I'll be there to fetch you in fifteen. Pizza and Beer?"

"Don't forget the worse movie ever marathon... and chick flicks." Astrid tried to joke, but her tone wasn't gonna convince Hiccup—he knew her too much.

True to his words, fifteen minutes later, a very familiar black car managed to find her in one of her favorite spots in the park when she felt like sulking.

"Gods, Astrid what are you doing out here in the cold!" Hiccup rushed to her side, shedding his own coat to wrap it around her shoulders.

She liked how the coat felt perfectly warm and cozy... She can actually smell Hiccup on it which somehow made her feel warmer in her heart and stomach. She found herself hugging the coat and rubbing it on her cheeks making her sigh dreamily.

Wait did she just sigh dreamily like some soft princess? But somehow she couldn't find it in her to care as long as she was with Hiccup.

Astrid gave him a wry smile in response. "Thank you, Hiccup. You are the best... I seriously don't know what I'd do without you."

"I know, I know. I wouldn't either—but you really should listen to me, Astrid. What did I tell you about him?" Hiccup said, but his tone wasn't lecturing in the slightest. He offered his arm which she gladly took and Hiccup began leading her to the car.

"You wanna drive Toothless tonight?" Hiccup offered hesitantly. Astrid only shook her head. Normally there was no convincing Hiccup in letting her drive Toothless and Astrid never passed any opportunity when Hiccup rarely submitted. But today she didn't know... she felt like she just wanted a quiet time with her best friend.

The drive back to the apartment was mostly quiet. A low volume music playing in the background and Hiccup asking her if she's comfortable or fine—not that it was awkward. He just knew her too well and understood when she didn't feel like talking.

She actually fell asleep, when Hiccup woke her up and she noticed that they were already parked outside a very familiar building. She also noticed how Hiccup reclined her seat and how she ended up wearing a neck pillow. That damned dork... Astrid thought, feeling herself smile warmly.

Hiccup ever the gentleman, immediately rushed outside the car to open the door for her. Not that she needed it, but when the gesture was coming from Hiccup. She somehow didn't mind being treated like a lady knowing he's just Hiccup; not some guy trying to show-off. It was actually nice to be pampered by someone she knew that actually cared about her.

She was surprised to find that their apartment was already set and prepared as if Hiccup had foreseen everything will happen. The Pizza box, Bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken already placed on the table positioned in front of the couch. The fridge is already filled with pints of ice cream and several bottles/cans of beer. And Netflix already on the television with the playlist of movies waiting to be played.

Why couldn't be there be more boys like Hiccup? And why was Hiccup even single!? Seriously, are the girls really that blind not see something in her best friend.

But somehow, she was actually glad at the thought of Hiccup being single... Would he still have time for her when he's out there with another girl? Would they still be best friends? God knows how girls could be overly jealous and protective of their man. Astrid wouldn't blame the girl—if ever Astrid was Hiccup's girlfriend, she would murder anyone who attempted to flirt with him.

They started off the Friday night with an Action movie. While Astrid would spend most of the movie imagining the face of every guy about to be beaten up to be Brandon Jensen. Hiccup spent most of the time complaining about how action movies are all about incredibly perfect handsome buff guy who saved the day and got the girl. Astrid could somehow sympathize with Hiccup in that one. Because in the real world boys as hot as those action stars were probably too full of themselves.

("Seriously, how is that even fair! How could Brad Pitt still looked perfectly perfect when he's supposed to appear so dirty and filthy in this scene." Hiccup whined. "And Bravo! He just needed a boost so it's perfectly convenient for a ladder he needed just at that moment to randomly lay there as if the world is adjusting for him!")

For the second movie, they decided to watch some hipster's romantic movie. The alcohol also started to kick-in their brains which made them a lot more vocal throughout the movie. By the time they are finished with the movie, both of them are a little drunk and decided they are finished watching.

(This time Astrid found it a lot easier to share her failed date story with Hiccup.)

"I just don't understand it Hiccup! Why didn't I feel anything at all when I kissed him!" Astrid confided, a little tipsy having maybe drunk after chugging a couple can of beer. "Okay, maybe I felt a little bit of something close to disgusted..."

"It's because he's only aiming to get into your pants... Boys like him don't deserve you, Astrid."

Astrid was not sure if it was alcohol that made Hiccup's voice so alluringly soothing...

Out of impulse she grabbed her best friend by his shirt and pulled him for a kiss—

She didn't expect to find what she was searching for

The moment their lips touched, Her heart skipped a beat—

But he didn't kiss back.

After that, everything was just blurry and next thing was Hiccup acting indifferently cold towards her, and he stopped coming back to their apartment even though his things were still there—

As if her thoughts summoned him; a familiar auburn mop entered her peripheral vision.

"Hiccup! Wait!" Hiccup stiffened for a moment but only continued to walk, pretending not to hear her.

"Can we talk..." Astrid begged, "Please, Hiccup, I can't do this anymore."

He finally stopped; Astrid hesitantly grabbed him by his arm to prevent him from walking out again.

(Why did it hurt her so much; the hesitance to touch him and feeling him immediately stiffen and the contact)

"Nope." Hiccup said, his voice controlled, emotionless, and flat.

"Why-Why are you acting like this all of a sudden? Why are being so cold—"

"Correction. It was supposed to work this way, Astrid. Everything was a mistake—pretty Girls like you aren't even supposed to be talking to Guys like me. Come on Astrid, admit it... I was just lucky to be your childhood friend. We don't even belong in the same world." Hiccup then shrugged her hold on him, and continued to walk without even looking at her.

What's going on? Why was he even bringing this up? Aren't they supposed to be true friends, thick like thieves? He should know that Astrid didn't care about any of those. If anything she wouldn't hesitate to give up everything if it meant being with him. Status, Popularity, Not-so-friends.

Or was she only saying this because she realized her feeling for him? Would she actually do the same if she never knew... before the kiss.

"Then I'd rather be ugly than stop talking to you!" Astrid intercepted him, stepping in front of him to block his way.

Hiccup only closed his eyes, took a deep breath before he opened his mouth. "Unfortunately for you—you're not will never be. So why don't you just do us both a favor and stop. You don't have to spare my feelings."

"W-What do you mean by that!?"

Hiccup took another long-drawn sigh before he finally snapped. "For Thor's sake—I've always loved you okay! But we all know that you're Astrid Fucking Hofferson and I'm Hiccup. I've always known that it's not possible, and yet, I've always clung to this sliver of hope that maybe you would feel the same. But I knew that it's not gonna happen and never will."

Hiccup paused, catching his breath. "Then you kissed me... Of course, you didn't feel anything. While I was there so stunned and paralyzed that I couldn't even kiss back even if it's the only chance I get to kiss you. Then when I finally got on my senses, you had that look on your face... I knew from that look how you immediately regretted it... I mean why wouldn't you if Brandon Jansen couldn't make you feel anything..."

Astrid didn't have the words.

All the answer she was looking for was there. Hiccup likes—No LOVE her.

He couldn't kiss back because he was surprised. Even that was so Hiccup...

A multitude of contradicting feelings begun erupting in her chest. Anxiety and Serenity. Happiness accompanied by a twinge of Sadness. Feeling courageous and scared at the same time—

But mostly she felt this unbearable warm lightness spreading in her chest making her feel so strong. So powerful. So assured that she felt like could take on the whole world.

As long as Hiccup loved her.

She was about to speak but Hiccup continued. "And don't you dare lie to me, Astrid—"

Astrid interrupted him by grabbing his loose tie, pulling him down for a kiss. Astrid was not mistaken. There it was again, the explosive feeling in her chest, the electricity running through her veins, the feel of every single pulse in her body resonating in one big beat.

This time for sure. If he still doesn't kiss back—Astrid will just have to kiss him silly to make sure he felt what she felt, again and again.