#Colorblind until you make eye contact Soulmate AU

[thats-nifty]

Despite still learning how to art, I took a chance and drew this scene from a Bumbleby fanfic I'm writing over at AO3. It's called Monochrome. Here's a link to the fic if it piques your interest :)

Summary:

Life was a kaleidoscope of muted grays, blacks and whites. The concept of color didn’t belong to everyone, and it certainly didn’t belong to Blake - unless she found and locked eyes with her soulmate.

But her past, ever haunting her, caused the girl to keep her head down and avoid making eye contact with any strangers she came across. She didn’t want to find her soulmate.

Well, it was more like she didn’t believe she was worthy of one.

Blake accepted that her world would remain forever gray. It was what she deserved, after all.

That was, until she met an oddly captivating girl that would open her eyes to new possibilities.

#bumbleby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #rwby #rwby fic #i made this #Soulmate AU #Colorblind until you make eye contact Soulmate AU #fanfiction #fanart #Monochrome #ao3

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Soulmate Aus

Requested: No

Warnings: Discrimination based on tattoos and brief description of kidnapping

Ghost - His scars as tattoos

Twisted and burned flesh blooming into roses along your chest, deep cuts and gaping holes turned into pitch black stars that shone on your skin, drawing all sorts of attention that you hated to have on you. The whispers that follow after in your shadow leave you nauseous and uneasy. Marks, given to you by your soulmate. Barbed wire in a slash across your throat, stitch like markings on either side of your mouth like a permanent smile, thorny vines and skulls and knives littered throughout your body. That wasn’t even speaking to what might be on your back, too afraid to ask anyone or try and even maneuver to see it in a mirror.

Making friends was hard, making money even harder. They said you scared people, that you looked unprofessional. But you managed, you got by. Found work in the back of a butcher shop, so far removed from the customer service section that no one would ever even catch a glimpse of you. Straight to work then straight home, maybe a chat or two with one of your gruffer co-workers, those just as covered in tattoos as you were. Those who got it, who understood you in a way no one else seemed to.

It was in one of those conversations that you got invited out for drinks, something you regretted accepting as soon as the words had left your mouth. But it was too late, your friends already abuzz with excitement at you joining them. Assuring your that this joint was filled with people like yourself.

And they didn’t lie. Every glance you took of the place revealed someone who appeared to be in a similar state to yourself. A man with a black dagger going over his eye, little blood droplets making a trail like tears down to his chin. A woman with snakes peaking all around her hairline, their tails curving along her jaw and intertwining on her chin and down her neck. Most you couldn’t make out except for giant globs of black ink painting their face. It was reassuring, putting you at real ease for the first time in a long time. Relaxed enough to have a drink, then another, then another, laughing along with some corny joke the bartender was telling when a big man sat beside you, some surgical mask over the lower half of his face, the hood of his jacket over the upper half. But it revealed just enough for you to make eye contact with him when he glanced your way, feeling the world shift beneath you and crumble away.

Soap - Colorblind until you touch your soulmate

Shades of grey. White and black, sometimes you think you might be seeing colors, something just a hint different then the usual monochrome of your existence but you turn your head….and it’s nothing, just more of the same. It was fine when you were younger, when everyone your age saw things the same way. When you were, in this sense, just like everyone else. But things changed, you got older. Your classmates changed, met their people. People who became friends, family, lovers. Their closest confidants. Their soulmates.

And you were left behind, drifting further and further from the people who you, at one point, might have called your friends. Unable to escape their giggles and whispers of seeing color, the wonder in their voice when they described how vibrant everything seemed, that shift in their eyes. And then afterwards, getting to know the person that held that other half of their soul, it was almost as emotional for them all. But you, you were left without that.

For a time you could convince yourself that it could still happen, that you could find that person, that you would be able to see what your peers did. Eventually.

But time moved, it changed, and your vision stayed the same. Unable to witness the beautiful colors of the flowers that line your driveway, the shimmering scales of fish in the pet shop, the color of a soulmate’s eyes.

You gave up after a few years after secondary school. Defeated and broken down, chipped away at by your school mate’s whispers about how you still hadn’t met your soulmate, the only one in your grade that hadn’t. You convinced yourself that you didn’t have a soulmate. That you were just one soul, not intertwined with anyone.

Or maybe they were dead.

That was the thought that haunted you, no matter how much you tried to tell yourself that it was just you. That you were different. Or that maybe you just hadn’t met them yet. It would keep you up at night, nightmares of a faceless person reaching out to you, only to fall short, darkness swallowing them whole, drifting farther and farther away no matter how much you ran after it. Always just out of reach.

It was one of those nights when you decided to take a walk, shaking hands shoved into your coat pockets and neck slick with sweat, just wandering aimlessly when you bumped shoulders with some guy you hadn’t even seen til last second.

“Ey, watch where you’re-” He started, only to stop, anger leaking into worry. “Oi, you okay?”

“Piss off-” You snapped in return, whipping around to face the man, only to freeze, eyes locked onto his, both of your pupils’ widening, visions shifting. “What….what fucking color is that?” You whisper when the grey of his irises shifted to something vibrant, bordering on overwhelming.

“Been told that they’re something called blue.” He breathed.

Gaz - His name on your wrist

Gaz.

The name written on your wrist, messy chicken scratch that resembled scribbles more than actual writing. It was confused for dozens upon dozens of other names growing up, but this one. Gaz. It resounded in your skull in a way none of the other nicer or more normal sounding ones did. It rolled off your tongue, appeared in your dreams, a whisper in your ear that just wouldn’t fade away.

Gaz.

For someone with such an unusual name, he was certainly hard to find. Everywhere you went, everywhere your friends and family went, they asked if they ever heard of anybody named Gaz, only to come up with zilch. Nada. Nothing. A needle in a haystack but it seemed the needle grew legs and ran away, or maybe even just got dropped into a wormhole somewhere. It was an unhealthy and depressing thought but it was what came to mind when you became overwhelmed with it, consumed by thoughts of an elusive soulmate that you might not be finding just because you keep getting stuck on what you think his name is instead of any of the other possibilities that it could be. It was days like this that you wanted to find your soulmate just to strangle them for their shitty handwriting that would brand you for your entire life. Written on your flesh in a deep black.

Gaz.

It was during one of these times where one of your friends asked to set you up on a blind date. A cousin of theirs, good looking they’d said. Sweet guy in the military, on break for now. If nothing else, he’d make for a good shag to take your mind off of the whole soulmate ideal. It was with great reluctance that you accepted, dressed in a semi formal/semi casual outfit for a date at a place that was a few steps above a Maccy’s but nothing michelin star worthy. Not too formal, not too casual.

And the guy was nice, introducing himself as Kyle. Shook your hand and pulled out your chair for you, letting you set the pace for the date. Made you laugh, his eyes sparkling at every chuckle you couldn’t contain. He seemed too good to be true, and you agreed to a second date despite the name inked onto your wrist.

A second date led to a third led to movie nights led to slow kisses under the sheets led to moving in together led to meeting his friends, his brothers in arms. Where, for the first time, you heard them shout his callsign.

Gaz.

Hearing it from someone else was sweeter than any of the times you’d whisper it to yourself at night.

Alejandro - The first words he says to you written on your wrist

“Now what’s a beautiful thing like you doing here all alone?”

Possibly the blandest soulmate question anyone could ever have written on their arm, looping cursive that was on the edge of appearing just a little hard to leave. The question itself may be awfully common but the handwriting was not. It was something you liked about your soulmate, tracing the letter with your thumb over and over and over until you were sure you could perfectly write out every elegant letter with your eyes closed.

It was what you were doing now, scared and curled up into a ball after being kidnapped by some drug lord or other. No matter how much you tried to plead that they had the wrong person, that you didn’t even know who they were, it didn’t matter. They snatched you up all the same, tossing you in this grimy cell and leaving you on your lonesome. You were scared, terrified. You wondered if you’d die before you even had the chance to meet your soulmate, all because they nabbed the wrong person.

It felt like weeks, but surely must have only been days, before you saw another person again, hazy, on the brink of a sleep you weren’t sure you were going to wake up from. Your eyes were heavy, so much so that they almost didn’t have the power to open again when the door slammed open, the rushing of feet following, the whoosh of fabric as someone knelt beside you and pressed their fingers to your throat, checking for your pulse.

“Now what’s a beautiful thing like you doing here all alone?” A voice whispered, an arm curving under your knees and another cradling the back of your head, a warm body pressing against you, offering you the first real source of comfort you’d had since you were taken.

“I think I’m dying of thirst.” You mumble, voice a shaky slur. So out of it that you didn’t feel the man pause for a moment before gripping you tighter.

“Probably, Amor.” He says, voice more strained now. There were more sounds now, more stomping and heavy doors slamming. It was hurting your head. “But we’ll fix you right up. Get something for you to drink.” He says, his voice fading for a moment before he said “I’m Alejandro, by the way.”

You weren’t sure the babble that left your mouth before you passed out was any sort of comprehendable to him.

#cod #call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #Alejandro Vargas #alejandro vargas x reader

[alina-awen-writes]

Twisted Wonderland x Reader soulmate AU!

Hello everyone! This is my first time writing fics and headcanons, but I hope you enjoy! I’ll be a little slow with my updates since I’ll only be able to write and upload when I’m not at work.

I do have a rough outline of the AU’s for each character, but I did end up running out of ideas, which is why a couple share an AU. If you have any other ideas or suggestions, feel free to message me!

Soulmate AUs:

Heartslabyul:

Ace- matching tattoo

Deuce- arrow

Riddle- first words

Trey- mark on skin where you make first contact with your soulmate

Cater- can hear the music your soulmate is listening to

Savannaclaw:

Leona- soulmate’s name somewhere on their body

Ruggie- taste what your soulmate is eating

Jack - colorblind until you meet your soulmate

Octavinelle:

Azul- one eye’s color is your soulmate’s. Goes normal when you’ve met

Jade- chest glows when you meet

Floyd- can’t cause each other pain

Scarabia:

Kalim-feel soulmates’ emotions after meeting

Jamil- can feel when your soulmate’s in pain

Pomefiore:

Vil- anything drawn on your skin shows on your soulmate’s

Rook- compass on your wrist points to your soulmate

Epel- body swap

Ignihyde:

Idia- countdown timer

Ortho: (won’t be making one for him. He’ll make an appearance in Idia’s, but that’s the extent)

Diasomnia:

Malleus- red string

Lilia- strand of hair matches theirs

Sebek- first words

Silver- meet in dreams

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #soulmates #soulmate au #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia

[ao3feed-eremin]

Blue Skies, Blue Oceans, Blue Eyes

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/WEmRPT8

by Edeoria_246

One person out of eight billion can let you see all the colors. And Eren was convinced he would never find them. And it wasn't like that new student — who just so happened to have blue eyes — would be his soulmate, right? Right?

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Soulmate AU: You can't see your soulmate's eye color until you make eye contact with them.

Words: 2851, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman

Relationships: Armin Arlert/Eren Yeager

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Colorblind Soulmate AU, Fluff, First Meetings, POV Eren Yeager, One Shot, Not Beta Read

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/WEmRPT8

#eremin #ao3feed #fanfic #eren jaeger x armin arlert #armin arlert x eren jaeger

[tooruluv]

Kei Tsukishima x F!Reader ( part 7 ) [ final ]

❝ they were the sun and moon, destined to be together but only ever totally meeting once every hundred years or so. ❞

description: in a world where you only see color when you're in love, you've grown frustrated of the greyscale. but falling in love with someone you barely know was never something you planned. and, him not returning the feelings definitely wasn’t planned.

genre: soulmate au... except not quite. everyone is born colorblind. you can only see color once you fall in love (and it grows brighter until you see full color as the love grows). however, that doesn't ensure a lasting connection. it simply means that love exists in that moment, until it doesn't.

word count: 1,879

warnings/notes: that’s all folks!! thank you all for reading and leaving feedback on this one <3 it was my first time writing a soulmate au so i hope it was okay for the most part fsjklhalfkh anyway! enjoy and please leave feedback <3

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“ if you could only see how blue her eyes could be..  ” - if you could only see, tonic

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You decided to keep your distance. You couldn’t be his friend when your heart continued to be shattered at a measly “no”. 

As he walked you home in silence that night, you considered a thousand different ways to get rid of the colors. To get rid of the love you had for him.

It was incredibly toxic, you thought, to continue to be friends with a boy your heart pined for.

You still volunteered with the Karasuno team. It was a bit strange, though, because you would do your best to either stay behind with Hinata and Kageyama, or you would leave with Ukai. Anything to get you out of walking with Tsukki and Yamaguchi.

Hinata was the first one to notice that things weren’t the same (always the observant one). 

“Did something happen with you and Tsukki?” He asked you after practice as the both of you cleaned up the last of the volleyballs.

“I can see color, and he can’t.” You confided.

“We knew that.” 

You chuckled, considering if you should tell him. In the end, you figured “what’s the harm?”, so you said, “We kissed. And even after that, he still couldn’t see color.”

He audibly gasped. “Oh. I’m so sorry.”

“It is not your place to be sorry.” You fluffed his hair. “Are you all done for the night?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Staying away from Tsukishima was harder than you anticipated. 

He was in your class, he had lunch the same time, he was on the team you voluntarily helped with. Everywhere you went, he seemed to be there.

“Do you really think the colors will finally go away?” Haru asked you.

You three were sitting at a picnic table at lunch. It had been almost a week of avoiding the boy and the colors were still as vibrant as ever. You figured falling out of love would be harder than falling into it.

“I hope so.”

At the same time, Tsukki and Yamaguchi walked by. They both looked your direction, and you only exchanged a small look with Yamaguchi.

“They miss you.”

“I know.” You returned to your food, no longer hungry. “I miss them, too.”

One day at Blu, Tsukishima had come in with only sweatpants and a hoodie on. He seemingly just woke up and rushed out without thinking much of it.

You thought he looked handsome no matter his attire.

“What can I get for you today, Kei?” You asked in your usual customer service voice. 

He didn’t glance at you as he ordered his usual black coffee.

You were about to punch it into the register when he added, “And a blueberry muffin.”

“I heard that blueberry muffins are actually purple.” You offered as conversation. Not that you knew what either of the colors looked like.

“That’s stupid.” was his reply.

After a month of avoiding the boy, you were growing frustrated. The colors hadn’t even dimmed, let alone left. They were still bright and loud.

It was like a taunt every time you woke up.

You shoved an (obnoxious) bright yellow shirt on as you cleaned your room. It was an old softball practice shirt that you found in the bottom of your drawer. You had no idea back then how incredibly bright a lot of your clothes were. Why did your mother let you leave the house? 

It was a weekend, and you figured that cleaning your space would also help in clearing your mind. Putting on the shirt was your way of saying “fuck you” to the colors.

As you blasted music, a knock on your door interrupted. 

“What did you do to her?” Yamaguchi asked Tsukishima the day after the kiss.

“What do you mean?”

“You did something to her.” He crossed his arms. “What did you do? She won’t talk to either of us, like I have some part of whatever fucked up shit you did.”

“I…” Tsukishima pushed up his glasses. “I kissed her. Well. We kissed.”

Yamaguchi nodded, thoughts processing. “Then you rejected her again right after, didn’t you?”

“Am I supposed to lie?”

“Yes.” He shrugged. “But you’ve been doing that a lot, huh?”

The knocking on your door persisted, and you eventually gave in and answered.

With a hard swing of the door, you sighed, very irritated, “What?”

Kei Tsukishima stood in front of you, hand still above your head in an attempt to knock again. His eyes made contact with yours. Those golden fucking eyes.

“You’re avoiding me.”

“No shit.”

“Why?”

“Why?” You scoffed incredulously. “You’re kidding, right? Why am I avoiding you?”

“Yeah.” Tsukki seemed sincerely confused as he shoved his hands back into his pockets. “What did I do?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. You shook your head, looking away from his eyes. 

He said, “It isn’t like I’ve lied to you.”

“That’s true. You’ve been brutally honest.”

“Then.. why are you avoiding me?” Tsukki tried to catch your eyes again. 

“Because every second with you hurts, Tsukki.” Your frustration echoed in your voice. “Every second that I spend with you is a painful reminder that you don’t and won’t feel the same way about me that I feel for you. And you constantly remind me of that little detail.”

Without a moment of hesitation he said, “Telling you that I don’t love you back should help you. I don’t see what your issue is.”

“You don’t see what my issue is?” You put your hand back on the doorknob. “How’s this: my issue is you.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m done, Tsukki.” You met his gaze. “I’m done. I tried to be your friend, I tried to get rid of the stupid colors. But everything I do only makes them worse. And you consistently telling me that you don’t see the same that I do and always being an avid reminder that you don’t love me back… it sucks. And I can’t do it anymore. It’s draining.”

“So you’re going to… what exactly?” His voice got louder. Angrier. “Just forget that I exist and never talk to me, or Yamaguchi, or the team again?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, clearly still pissed off. “That’s the plan.”

You were pissed that he came to your house a month after you stopped talking to him. You were pissed that all of this started with your stupid part time job. You were pissed that he was standing in front of you looking fine as hell. You were pissed that you still saw colors with every waking moment. 

You were pissed that you fell into an unrequited love.

“You can’t just…”

“But I can.”

“No, you can’t!” His voice got louder. You could raise your voice, too.

“Yes, I fucking can, Kei.” You told him. “You don’t know how many times that I’ve tried to get rid of these stupid fucking colors. I’m so over looking like an idiot because of the one person who…”

“Can you shut the fuck up for just a second, I can’t even pay attention to what you’re saying with that bright ass yellow shirt you have on.” Tsukki interrupted, grimacing as he looked away.

The entire world froze around you. He seemed to figure out what he said far too late, closing his eyes. Your heart seized in your chest and you felt as though you just got the wind knocked out of you.

“Wh.. what did you just say?” Your eye twitched. 

“Hm?” Tsukki turned to you, pretending to be oblivious. 

“What did you just say, Tsukki?” You felt tears arriving, but you were forcing yourself to stare at him. “How long have you… How long have you been able to see color?”

“Since I ordered my first black coffee.” He stated. As if it was nothing.

As if it didn’t matter.

“You…” You let the tears free fall down your cheeks. But you laughed. “You could see color this entire time?”

“Just listen…”

“No! No.” You took a step back, putting distance between you and the cause of your heartache. “You just claimed to have never lied to me, yet you’ve been lying to me this entire fucking time.”

He started to say something, perhaps explain himself. But you could barely breathe.

If your heart hadn’t been damaged enough by his constant rejections and painful “no”s, it was completely shattered now.

“You let me believe this entire time that you didn’t feel the same way about me.” You could taste your tears, but ignored it. “For nearly a fucking year, you watched me go through hell. You let me ruin my own heart and let me become frustrated with my own fucking life. You kissed me and then told me that you didn’t love me. You…”

“I love you.” He interrupted, trying to get you to stop yelling.

It was the first time he had said it, and it had slipped past his tongue as if he had been meaning to say it for months.

“I guess it’s a bit late for that.” 

You watched as the colors drained from the world. Your focus turned back to the greyscale as if a vacuum sucked every single color that had existed. 

The last color you watched dissipate was the gold in his eyes.

fin.

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[imagine-turtles]

Okay i thought of a really cute prompt that i wanted to share, not for you to write, just for the sake of sharing. But imagineer there being the classic soulmate au of being colorblind until you meet your soulmate and April is talking about this new colleague she has at work that irritates her and the turtles just assume they’re an awful person and hate them too by default but when she points them out to the turtles and they make eye contact, THEY CAN SEE FUCKING COLOR AND THINK, “oh SH IT”.

UH OH GAMERS 🚨🚨🚨 

For real though, I firmly believe you can love someone to bits and never want to work with them.  It’s totally possible to like someone as a person and hate them as a coworker.  And that’s on god 💖

#real life advice kids: make friends at work. don't BRING friends to work. make sense? #tmnt #tmnt imagines #anonymous

[secretsantasides]

Gift #14: Colorblind

Gift for @forestwulf​

Prompt: Intrulogical Soulmate AU.

        Logan massaged his temples as the nightclub music pounded in his ears, “I don’t know why you insist on coming here.”

        “It’s twinks drink free night,” Patton said, sipping his appletini.

        “You stopped being a twink ten years ago,” Logan muttered.

        Patton sighed, “I’m going to ignore that because you’re my brother and I love you. Speaking of love-”

        “Don’t,” Logan said. “Not this again.”

        “Listen to me,” Patton said. “I’m worried about you, Logan. I know you’re a little robot and you don’t need romance in your life or any friends but-”

        “I have friends,” Logan said.

        “But,” Patton said. “You’re thirty years old and it’s starting to make mom sad on the holidays. When I met Ethan, it wasn’t sitting around at home and moping. I mean how long has it been since you were touched by another human being?”

        “Soulmates,” Logan sighed. “Don’t start, Pat. I’ll gouge my eye out with this tiny umbrella.”

         Patton rolled his eyes, “Logan it’s not just nonsense; it’s science! Just because you think you’re some kind of lone wolf doesn’t mean you don’t have a soulmate. Your eyes wouldn’t be grey if you weren’t still waiting for your person. So you can deny it all you want. It won’t change the fact that they’re waiting.”

         “I don’t have time for a soulmate, Pat. You and Ethan just work better; you have time to be in love and he’s patient enough to deal with… you.”

         Patton faked an offended gasp, “Just for that I’m not getting you a free drink next round! But you’re right, Ethan is perfect. However-”

         “There is no however.”

         ”However,” Patton continued. “It doesn’t mean that there isn’t someone out there who’s just as patient with your bullshit as Ethan is with mine. Now look you made me swear. I hope you’re happy.”

         “I think the three appletinis made you swear,” Logan said. “Don’t you have work tomorrow?”

         “Actually I’m going out of town in two days with the girls so they gave me time off.”

         “Out of town? That’s this week?” Logan asked.

         Patton finished his drink, “I love how much you listen when I talk. The pandas are being moved to the zoo in Atlanta so their enclosure can be remodeled and we’re hoping to get some breeding done while we’re out there. That’s why I told you that you have to take mom to the optometrist on Monday. If you forget that, Logan-”

         “Right right,” Logan said. “No I’ll remember it’s… it’s in my phone.” He looked at his empty glass of whiskey but pushed it aside, deciding he’d better stay sober, “So what’s Ethan thinking about this longterm separation?”

         Patton snorted, “One of his retics laid a ton of eggs and she bit his face when he was pulling the clutch. Now he’s walking around like Crocodile Dundee. Plus the whole clutch is viable so we’re looking at a lot of new snakes to add to the national program. He’s in talks with a zoo in Taiwan too about some bloodline trades. It’s really annoying sometimes. He gets dozens of babies a season and I’m lucky if I’ll see more than two or three in my career.”

         “Well you chose the pandas,” Logan said.

         “I’ll have you know the pandas chose me,” Patton said. “You want another drink?”

         “Nah, I’ll drive you home,” Logan said. “Go flirt with the bartender and see if he’ll pretend to think you’re young some more.”

         Patton laughed as he slid out of his seat, walking over to the bar. On the dancefloor Logan saw a small group of students, a few of which he recognized—one in particular a large pain in his ass. Remus Prince, Quarterback of the university football team and well-known idiot. Logan wished Remus was the typical jock idiot, uncaring and arrogant, one he could easily fail without a second thought, but Remus was bound and determined to make up for his own shortcomings with hard work and extra credit. It meant that half of Logan’s office hours were spent patiently explaining things to Remus again and again, and accepting an outlandish amount of extra credit work.

         And—even more annoyingly—through it all Remus was cheerful, friendly and actually interested in what Logan had to say. Worse still, Remus was a senior, only four years younger than Logan who was the baby of the science department and didn’t he just hate that little nickname? Remus was like a peer, but worse, a jock, the kind of person that would have made Logan’s life miserable if they’d ever walked the same halls together as students. The revelation that Remus was gay was… interesting? No, not interesting. He’s a student and you don’t care. Logan rubbed his eyes and sighed, jumping when Patton returned with two appletinis. He sat down and stared at his brother matter-of-factly, “Guess how much these cost me?”

         Logan raised an eyebrow and couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at his lips, “How are we related?”

          Patton was a lot heavier than he looked when he needed to be carried, and Logan struggled up the stairs to the door of the apartment, knocking on the door. It was a cute place, all brick and right on the street, divided in half horizontally to make a duplex, but it was roomy and it was nice for two people on zookeeper salary; it was inexpensive—for Florida. Ethan opened the door and Logan gasped, “Ethan, your face!”

         Ethan did smile, and there was more than a little pride in it, “Don’t worry. She hit above and below my eye but the doc said to keep a full dressing on it at night so I don’t rub anything off. He cool?”

         “Vodka drunk,” Logan said, hauling Patton inside and laying him on the couch. “Not too bad but I told him I’d stay sober and I think he needed to drink off some stress.”

         “The move, yeah,” Ethan said, following Logan back to the door. “And my face. He’s not really loving how many times I take the bandage off to show people but it’s my first big tag! You wanna see the pictures from the ER?”

         “Gosh I’d love to but I have class in the morning so-”

         “Ethan!” Patton called from the livingroom, “Come sex me up, Mr. Snake Whisperer!”

         “Good luck with that,” Logan said. “Tell him to call me when he’s less obnoxious.”

         “Will do,” Ethan said. “Bye Logan.”

         Logan snorted when Patton called again and started down the stairs, “Good luck!”

                   Logan looked at himself in the mirror after taking out his contacts and smiled at his grey eyes; grey was distinguished, and he didn’t mind having a constant reminder—for himself and others—that he was beyond all of this soulmate nonsense. He was a lone wolf, just like Patton said, and his true love was forensic anthropology—or biology, as he was currently teaching. His application was top in line for the anthropology department, however, and he had consulted a time or two on actual cases. So, despite Patton’s—and his mother’s—insistence that his life was somehow incomplete, Logan couldn’t be happier. He turned off the bathroom light and crawled into bed, thinking back over his tasks for the day, all of which he’d completed before he ever set foot inside the gay bar with his brother. It was the same way he lulled himself to sleep every night, assured of all of his accomplishments, large and small, and how every day was a blank slate.

         Sleep came quick for him, thanks to the single glass of whiskey and the exhaustion of dealing with his drunk brother—and his sober brother-in-law. His dreams were blurry and immemorable until suddenly his vision was filled with green. There were calloused hands on his skin, warm lips on his cheek and breath in his ear, and he was held against a solid body with a grip that was surprisingly strong. He closed his eyes and still all he could see was green.

         Logan gasped and sat up, checking the clock and scowling; it was still the middle of the night and he was baffled by the strange dream and irredeemably hard. He sighed heavily and climbed out of bed, heading back into the bathroom and turning the shower to cold, stripping off his pajamas. Who the hell did he know that was associated with green, anyway? He didn’t even like the color green, his favorite color was indigo, far from the blinding lime he’d been accosted with in his dream. Any thoughts of the dream went screaming from his mind when he stepped into the water; his chest tightened and he exhaled involuntarily, “F-fuck!”

He tightened his hands into fists and endured the water, somehow preferring cold-induced heart palpitations to ward off an unwanted erection than perhaps the more obvious—and less miserable—solution. It was easier to be stubborn and miserable than to admit—and revel in—the fact that something had gotten him going, and that it had to be the dream. Whiskey wasn’t exactly known for facilitating physical arousal, and he’d barely had enough to taste in the first place.

                           “Morning!” Remus announced as he knocked on the open office door.

         “Good morning,” Logan said, “Come in, Mr. Prince.” He cleared away the end of his desk where Remus usually worked and stacked up the papers elsewhere. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

         Remus laughed, his cheeks a bit pink; Logan wondered if he was getting a cold—and how much that would panic the other professors about the state of the football team. He took a sip of his coffee as he sat down. Remus scratched the back of his neck, “Well I have the three essays to turn in, and I did the makeup dissection test with Professor Picane’s Zoological Anatomy class… the uh… feral pig?”

         “Fetal pig,” Logan said, putting his coffee cup aside. “He sent your scores up to me. Good work. You got everything right except for the microscope work. We’re still struggling with cellular identification. I spoke with Emile and he said you actually seemed to have issues where things were similarly colored, so I took the liberty of emailing you some color-blind tests. I’m also inviting you to come in during my freshman course tomorrow. I use different dyes in my slides and I think you’ll benefit from it.”

         “Great!” Remus said. “You really go above and beyond to help me, Professor Heart. I um… well, thank you so much.”

         Logan crossed his legs, leaning back in his chair, “You know, Remus, I think you’ve got a lot of potential, and I think you’ve been pushed through classes due to your athletic prowess—to your detriment. I really want to help you understand that you’re not lacking in intelligence, you understand. You’ve got the answers, we’ve just had to learn how to get to them, right?”

         “Right,” Remus said, ducking his head shyly. “You’re always right.”

         “Now, with these three essays and with you making up the microscope work tomorrow, there’s no need for anymore extra credit work. You’ve got this, Mr. Prince. All you have to do is attend all of the lectures and you’ll be on track for a strong grade in this class. Do you feel like you need any more help?”

         Remus hesitated, “I  mean… you’ve done so much. I know you’ve basically changed my life, and how I feel about science—school in general! I um… I guess if I need anything I’ll just schedule a day before finals. If you think I can do it, I think I can do it.”

         Logan smiled, “Very good, Remus. You’ve got this.”

         Remus set the three essays down on the empty part of the desk and looked over them, “I can’t believe this is it, you know? I’m going to graduate in less than a month.”

         “Another year on the books,” Logan said. “Wait until you’re my age.”

         “You’re not old,” Remus said. “You’re still in your twenties too. Oh!” He picked up his backpack and dug through it, pulling out a small cardboard box. He set it on the desk. “I know your real interest is anthropology, like the cop kind, and I um… well, my dad works in the big museum uptown. They got a few of these and they gave my dad two of them.”

         Logan took the box and opened it, raising an eyebrow as he took out a human skull, obviously prepared and preserved professionally. “This is a nicely intact specimen. You’re certain this is alright?”

         “Yeah my dad said he’d rather it go to somebody who wants it than just gather dust in our basement or the museum’s basement. Oh they said it had uh… crouton disease?”

         “Crouzon Disease,” Logan said, standing up. “Hyperostosis Frontalis Interna, very interesting. Thank you Remus this is incredibly thoughtful.”

         Remus watched Logan put the skull in a central place on his shelf of books and specimens; it looked good, but Remus wasn’t really paying attention to the skull, especially when Logan turned and gave him a smile, extending his hand. Remus jumped up and shook it eagerly, “Thank you again, professor. You’re my hero. You’re especially my parents’ hero.”

         Logan chuckled, and the touch was mildly electric, probably static, but it made Logan shiver, “You’re the hero, Mr. Prince. Remember that, hard work got you this far, and it’ll take you wherever you want to go.”

         Remus nodded, slowly releasing Logan’s hand and stepping back to grab his backpack. “Well, see you in class tomorrow! Eight, right?”

         “Right,” Logan said. “And don’t forget the possibility of a pop quiz tomorrow in your actual class.”

         “Possibility,” Remus chuckled. “Good one, Professor Heart. See you then.”

         Logan watched him go and sighed, turning to admire the skull, a warmth blooming in his chest he’d never really felt before. It really was a nice skull, he supposed.

          Logan drove home with that feeling intact, almost floating into the elevator and riding it up to his floor. After making it down the hallway, and the obligatory avoidance of his neighbor’s eyes, he stepped into his apartment and locked the door behind him. He felt bone-deep exhausted—probably from the dream-cursed night before—and he went straight to the bathroom to take out his contacts. Once his contacts were safely back in their saline baths, he brushed his teeth, grabbing his glasses off of the vanity and putting them on. He admired his eyes—his green eyes. Logan gasped and squeezed his eyes closed, opening them again, still green. He took off his glasses, and his reflection was blurry, but clearly green eyes stared back at him. The warmth in his chest suddenly became a sharp icicle, and he realized. Green, Remus Prince. “Fuck!” Logan shouted, turning off the light and rushing out to his bedroom. He sat on the bed and pulled his cellphone out of his pocket, dialing his brother.

         The phone rang several times, and went to voicemail; Logan swore again and dialed the home phone, “Come on Pat come on.”

         “Hey Logan! What’s up?”

         “Ethan? Oh, is Pat… oh shit.”

         “Alabama,” Ethan said. “Yeah. You ok?”

         “No, not at all… oh god. Can we talk? Like do you have time?” Logan stood up, pacing around the bed. “I have… an awkward situation.”

         “You? I don’t believe it.”

         Logan sighed and Ethan laughed, “I’d like to be serious with you for a moment.”

         “Of course,” Ethan said. “Go ahead.”

         “When you realized you were Patton’s soulmate, was there a feeling?”

         “Hm,” Ethan said. “Actually, yes. I thought I had heartburn, actually. Just like this warmth in my chest? It sounds a bit stereotypical but yeah. I felt warm. That night when I was washing my face I realized my eyes had changed. You doing a study?”

         “Um… no,” Logan admitted. “My eyes are green.”

         “Oh! Oh my god! Did you tell your mom?”

         “Please, Ethan. I have only told you.”

         “Do you know who it is?” Ethan asked. “Any clue?”

         “One of my students,” Logan said. “The… football player.”

         “Oh yeah I remember Patton mentioning him, the stupid one right?”

         Logan bristled, “He isn’t stupid. He’s…” He sighed, rubbing his temple, “Well, thank you Ethan. You’ve answered my question.”

         “Text Pat,” Ethan said. “He’ll lose his shit.”

         “Goodnight, Ethan,” Logan said.

         Logan hung up and set his phone on the nightstand before undressing, pulling on a pair of pajama pants and climbing into bed. He turned off the lamp and pulled the blanket over his head, willing himself to sink into the earth.

          The following morning’s class was a blur of barely-controlled panic and dread, but luckily Remus barely even spared him a glance, intent on taking and passing his cellular identification exam. Logan pretended to grade papers when Remus came up to his desk, and his heart surged like it had, warming to Remus like a rock in the sun, “See you in class.”

         Logan gave a noncommittal sound, and Remus left the classroom, allowing Logan to finally breathe. Ignoring this wasn’t going to be easy, and Logan was already getting frantic texts from his brother demanding an explanation. Logan briefly wondered how hard it would be to vanish without changing universities. The worst part, without question, was how badly he wanted Remus to touch him, even just a brush of his hand. His body was like a magnet and his hands were shaking even though their closeness had been brief. At least his upcoming class was taking a pop quiz, and they were to clear out as soon as answers were submitted.  

          Logan remained more or less glued to the desk during the hour between classes, grading the microscope work—Remus hadn’t missed a single slide, so Picane’s catch on the colorblindness had been spot on. Logan had felt a stab of jealousy, absurd as it was, that he hadn’t realized it sooner, first, because Remus was his soulmate—his.

         “Mine,” Logan muttered to himself, then his face heated up when he realized what he’d said, and he looked down to realize he’d written it on Remus’ exam answers. Quickly scratching it out he pushed the test aside and lowered his face to the desk. “What a nightmare.”

         “What’s a nightmare, Mr. Heart?”

         Logan looked up to see his first student sliding into her desk, and he forced a chuckle, “The state of the economy in nineteenth century Luxembourg.” He stood up and began writing on the board.

         “Will that be on the final?” another student asked. The classroom had started filling up.

         “Not unless I’ve ever written it on this board,” Logan said. “We start final prep next week, don’t forget.”

         He finished filling out the board as the rest of his students filed in, and once his watch beeped cheerily that class had started, he heard a voice pick up behind him, the same girl from before, “Is that your favorite tie, Mr. Heart? You wear it a lot.”

         “It’s my favorite color,” Logan said without turning around. “As charming as the distraction is, I haven’t forgotten the pop quiz.” He turned around and Remus was staring at him, mouth open in shock. On either side of him, his linebacker buddies were looking at one another, and Logan realized his mistake in revealing his favorite color—because he knew better than anyone what color Remus’ eyes must be now. Wincing, he adjusted his glasses, “Alright, please take out a clean sheet of paper and answer the questions I’ve written on the board. When you’re finished please leave them up here and you may go.”

         Logan sat at his desk and pretended to be working, jumping when the first student turned in their quiz, but calmed and kept his eyes down as the steady stream of quizzes landed on his desk. He was starting to feel safe when most of his students had gone, and he made the mistake of looking up when a loud pair of sneakers stopped at his desk. The room was empty, and Remus Prince was standing at his desk, quiz in his hand. He set it down with the others and shoved his hands in his pockets, “Your eyes are green. I never noticed.”

         Logan paled and stared up at Remus, “I um… it’s recent.”

         Remus nodded, “Me too, indigo, right? It’s a weird blue for eyes. My brother said they look like Liz Taylor whoever that is.”

         Logan let out a nervous little laugh, looking down at the paper he’d been doodling on only to realize he’d been writing the word mine over and over, “Yeah. She had um… dark eyes. So I suppose you’ve met your soulmate then, congratulations, Mr. Prince.”

         Remus looked around and then back at Logan, “You’re going to pretend it isn’t you?”

         Logan was feeling very much like a deer in the headlights, but at the same time heat was playing in his chest. He pushed his chair back and stood up, tensing when Remus reached to grab his wrist, “I’m not-” Logan tried to pull away but Remus shook his head, “I’m not pretending anything I… damn it. Damn it I’m afraid, ok? You’re a student!”

         “Not for long! Like two weeks from now I’m taking the final, and unless I stop showing up entirely, there’s no way I’m failing. I did the math which I know will impress you because I’m such an idiot.”

         “Mr. Prince,” Logan said, then sighed. “Remus… is this even something you want? A relationship dictated by some… some system we don’t even understand? By colors and chance and… what, fate? You want to let the universe stick you with someone… someone like me?”

         Remus laughed and released Logan, covering his face with his hands, “You don’t fucking get it, do you? You really don’t.”

         Logan wrapped his arms around himself, blushing and adjusting his glasses, “Don’t get what?”

         “I have wanted you since before I started in this class!” Remus said. “My brother, the attention whore? He had me come here last semester to pick up a paper for him, remember? If it was just fate shoving us together it would have happened then… but it didn’t. I thought you were hot, so I signed up for your class because I figured I’d cheat my way through and have a hot prof to stare at right?”

         “Hot?”

         “Just let me finish,” Remus said. “When I came in here and sat down at that desk and I listened to you read the syllabus… and all of your weird bone jokes and that thing about the swamp mummy?”

         “Bog bodies, the Tollund Man, yes,” Logan said. “You remember that?”

         “Yeah because you cared, like you actually cared about it. You’re not just here because you couldn’t get a career and you’re not just here to waste time. You really care about what you’re teaching us, and I know you’re trying to switch departments but whatever, you know what I mean… there’s a lot of passion there and it made me give a shit. It took me forty-five minutes to fall in love with your stupid class, and maybe two or three classes to fall in love with you… but still it didn’t happen. Because it didn’t happen until you fell in love with me.”

         Logan was silent as he stared at Remus, his mouth hanging open; he took a sharp breath, shoving his hands in his pockets, “Jesus.”

         “Well? Am I right?” Remus said, tears welling up in his eyes. “It’s the mustache right? My friends told me that’s the reason you didn’t tell me. Because you hate it. I don’t even care. I’ll shave it off, ok? I don’t care if it’s good luck I-”

         Logan crossed the short distance between them and kissed Remus, cutting him off. Remus grabbed Logan’s collar and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. Logan’s mind spun, and his knees went weak. Remus had no trouble holding him up, and when they finally broke the kiss, Logan smiled sheepishly. “I don’t hate the mustache, as much as I wish I did. I really don’t.”

         Remus buried his face against Logan’s shoulder and laughed, “Great because I really need to keep it if I’m going to get drafted. Three of the NFL scouts commented on it.”

         “Yes I’m sure you’ll bring back the seventies mustache. Your parents will be ecstatic.”

         “Yeah… so um… are we dating?”

         “No,” Logan said, then off Remus’ look he hurried to elaborate. “Not until you pass this class of your own merit. Like you said, it’s no big deal and then, the second your final grade is logged in the university database… we can date.”

         Remus smiled, smoothing down Logan’s shirt as he stepped back, “Right, cool um… hey I should probably go then, right? Got studying to do. Bye teach.”

         “Mr. Prince,” Logan said, sinking back down into his seat once Remus was gone.

         It was going to be a long couple of weeks.

#fanfic #soulmate au #secretsantasides #intrulogical #logan sanders #ts logan #remus sanders #ts remus

[thirsty-for-hq]

fell too hard

pairing: tsukishima kei x cheerleader!fem!reader

au: colorblind soulmate au

warnings: a tiny lil bit of angst but that doesn't even count

prompt: (y/n) and his boyfriend broke up, resulting in tsukishima and (y/n) to get closer than before. when karasuno and (y/n)’s school have a practice match, the two first years finally touch for the first time. (the cheerleader factor doesn’t really make a difference in this one)

word count: 2.7K

a/n: hi hi!!! so, i wrote this quite some time ago and thought i'd post it here <(￣︶￣)> lowercase intended! (it’s for the aesthetic forgive me)

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my mom always talked about how blue the sky was, the beautiful colors of the flowers in our garden, or trying to explain the colors to me with feelings. i never understood, because obviously, i never met my soulmate. or maybe i did, i just never touched them.

here comes the scary part - i had a boyfriend.

i had a boyfriend, until the day he realized his best friend was his soulmate. we knew we weren't soulmates, obviously - we touched each other countless times, and still all we saw were shades of grey.

so he broke up with me. the biggest problem was that we were in the same friend group. i hid my pain from them, i didn't want them to worry. even though we weren't together anymore, akaashi still worried about me, which was very obvious to bokuto - his soulmate. it took some time for me, but i opened up more and more towards one particular person in that friend group.

tsukishima kei.

strange, huh? kuroo, kenma, bokuto - then him, of all people? but weirdly enough, we got along well. we teased each other, but it was all just playful banter. and since we lived so far away, we eventually got to the point of face timing every day. despite how cynical and - quite honestly - an asshole he can be, he actually is a very good friend. if he tries, he cares and can be kind. sounds impossible, i know.

and we arrive to present day, karasuno's and fukurodani's practice match. which i wanted to watch, since then i got a chance to meet tsukishima. that's why i'm here, close to the gates, bouncing around with bokuto, while akaashi tried to calm us down. our relationship was more chill now - we could actually talk to each other without me being a childish idiot.

anyway, when i saw the crows walk trough the gates, i yelled out in excitement.

"tsukishima!"

he whole team heard my voice and looked towards us. i saw tsukishima's face pale and he whispered out a small 'oh no'. by the time he realized he should probably run, i was already sprinting towards him. in his last efforts, he tried to brace himself for the impact, but he still fell backwards when i crashed into his chest, hugging his torso. he groaned in pain, leaning on his hands. i scraped my knees on the pavement, but at that moment, i couldn't care less.

and that's because as soon as the contact was made, a warm feeling enveloped my body. it was subtle so i barely noticed it. my head was buried in his chest for a few moments. when i looked up and he finally opened his eyes, i could not believe what i saw.

all i could see was the shining caramel color of his orbs. then his ash-blonde curly hair, the red tint on his cheeks and his milky pale skin. the sky was so bright and blue, the grass so green, it brought tears into my eyes. i couldn't get enough of the way his eyes sparkled.

i sat back on my knees, staring at my hands, then back at him. his face got redder by the second, his glasses sitting kind of crooked on his nose. he fixed them quickly, trying to keep his composure. he turned his face away from me, attempting to cover the very obvious blush on his cheeks.

"never thought you'd make me cry and i wouldn't feel miserable." i wiped my eyes, chuckling at his reaction. he scoffed, standing up and dusting himself off.

"the fact that you're saying that the second time kind of worries me at this point." i pouted, then accepted his extended hand and he pulled me up.

"whose fault is that, exactly?" he clicked his tongue and i couldn't help but giggle. he crossed his arms, his all time stoic expression back at it again.

"why'd you jump at me like that?" i tilted my head to the right with a teasing smile.

"why didn't you catch me?" he clicked his tongue again, clearly annoyed.

"because you're heavy!" i huffed, pointing at him accusingly.

"you're just not strong enough to lift me up, no need to pin it on me. i was just happy to see you!" i stuck out my tongue playfully and he fixed his glasses again.

"we face time every day." i puffed my cheeks out at his answer and he grinned at me.

"that's not the same!" he laughed at my desperate attempt to argue back to him. then i heard familiar voices from behind me.

"tsukishima, you okay? sorry, she can be intense." akaashi flicked my forehead and i whined in pain. i pouted again, not very happy with his action. then bokuto arrived and slapped tsukishima's back very hard. his glasses almost flew off.

"tsukki, my good friend! how ya doin'?" bokuto wrapped his arm around tsukishima's shoulders and he just... stared. he was probably trying not to throw the owl off of him. not that he actually could.

"i'm fine, thank you." his voice was dripping from fake politeness, but i guess bokuto didn't pick up on it. or he just didn't care.

"wow, tsukishima has friends. ...why does that sound so weird?" sugawara wondered, and kageyama answered him.

"that's 'cause it is." he sipped on his milk, his expression unphased. i was distracted by their conversation, so i didn't notice nishinoya and tanaka creep up on me. i jumped when i heard the smaller boy's loud voice.

"are you tsukishima's girlfriend?" i felt my cheeks heat up, suddenly flustered and not knowing what to say.

"i- i uh- i'm no-"

"yes, she is. please stop drooling over her." before i could finish my sentence, tsukishima butted into the conversation and stepped in front of me protectively. i just stared at the back of his head, utterly confused. we may be soulmates, but he didn't even ask me out!

"aw man, how the hell did stingyshima get a girlfriend before me?! this is not fair!" the bald guy yelled, throwing a small tantrum. when my lamppost of a best friend turned around, i immediately questioned his actions.

"why in the seven depths of hell did you say that?!" i whisper-shouted at him, crossing my arms.

"they would've ran around you like lovesick puppies the whole day if i didn't. besides, you looked quite pathetic." he grinned at me teasingly, and my cheeks flared up once again out of embarrassment and anger.

"s-still! we may be soulmates, but you never asked me out!" i managed to keep my voice down so just the two of us hear it, even though i was quite agitated. he raised his brows curiously.

"it's just a title. do you care that much about it?" i opened my mouth to answer, but closed it just as fast, not knowing what to say anymore. he smirked, knowing very well that he won one of our arguments- again. just because i can't get my shit together doesn't mean he's right! i huffed at him, then i stomped over to akaashi with puffed out cheeks and my arms still crossed. there were a few seconds of silence between us before he started talking.

"are you guys really together? you look quite angry." i knew he was going to ask, but it still caught me off-guard. i rubbed my arms awkwardly, staring at my feet.

"not officially, no... and he just told me it's just a title, so i don't know what to think anymore..." it felt weird to talk about my newfound romantic interest with my ex but, at that point, my brain was fried from overload. he hummed in response, and i thought the conversation ended there. guess not.

"you found your soulmate, huh?" his face was peaceful, watching bokuto mess around with hinata. a small, serene smile took over my features- even though they were really loud.

"i guess i did." he turned towards me slightly as his lips tugged upwards in a genuine gesture, making my heart flutter even though i was already over my feelings for him.

"i'm happy for you, (l/n)." that took me by surprise, but i looked up at the vibrant blue sky, instantly calming my nerves, and closed my eyes.

"thanks, kaashi."

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"you guys did great!" i stood in front of the gym door, with a big smile on my face. the fukurodani team thanked me, with bokuto jumping right at me. i reacted too slow, and i screeched as he crashed right into me.

"bokuto-san, no!" akaashi yelled, and ran to us to get the tower of meat off of me. i can't say i could breathe, but i tried.

"that was a nasty fall. do you think she's okay?" sugawara asked.

"she's probably dead." tsukishima commented, and hinata freaked out at him.

"shouldn't you be more concerned?! she's your girlfriend!" the blonde giant just clicked his tongue and jogged over to my dead body. even though akaashi already got bokuto off of me, i was just laying still, not moving an inch. i was like a starfish, mostly. then i saw tsukishima's face right above mine - he was bent down, supporting himself on his knees.

"you okay?" his caramel eyes sparkled in the lights if the gym, and it made my breath hitch and my heart pick up. i felt my cheeks getting warmer, which i didn't like one bit. i stood up quickly, looking anywhere that wasn't him. i answered him, cursing myself for stumbling over my words.

"i'm fin- fine!" he snorted at my behavior, and my face turned even redder than before. i dared to glance up at him, and his arrogant smirk made the butterflies in my stomach start flopping around violently. he put his left hand on his hip, teasing me relentlessly.

"can you be any more obvious than that? you fell a little too hard this time, didn't you?" my whole face was beet red at this point, and i felt the blush creep down my neck as well. the meaning behind his words was obvious- to me at least. i had to fan my face with my hands to try and calm down my embarrassment. i yelled at him, desperate to try and stop him.

"i- i didn't, shut up! stop teasing meee!" he flinched at my volume, and i pouted, still fanning my face. he clicked his tongue, despite being quite pleased with my reactions.

"you're so loud. shut up." i huffed angrily, reasoning against him.

"i'm a cheerleader, i'm supposed to be loud!" he flicked my forehead, and i groaned in pain once again.

"well, you're not cheering right now, so there's no reason for you to be." we weren't far from his team, so i heard nishinoya's excited yelling.

"you're a cheerleader?! woah, that's so cool! do you do flips and stuff?!" he hopped over to us, and i felt flustered once again, being put on the spot like that.

"ah- no, i'm a base, i'm the one who catches the ones doing the flips in the air and such... and our uniform is quite tight, i don't think i could, anyway..." i explained, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly. then i saw Nishinoya's face get redder by the second, and his eyes wonder downer and downer, down my whole body.

"cheerleader... uniform... tight..." he mumbled, then passed out, with his nose bleeding. i shrieked, not knowing what to do.

"noya-san!" i kneeled down next to him and put his head on my lap carefully. the whole team looked towards us at my panicked tone. as soon as nishinoya's head hit my thighs, his expression turned peaceful and happy, with blood still flowing from his nose. tsukishima scoffed.

"get his head off your lap, will you. you're making it worse." i furrowed my brows as tanaka and hinata dragged him away, trying to wake him up. i stood up again, very confused.

"what the hell was that about?" tsukishima grabbed my forearm gently and pulled me closer to himself protectively. he bent down and placed a tiny kiss right behind my ear, then let me go and walked away like nothing happened. and i just stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the number on his back with a very obvious blush on my face.

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i was walking out of the school, gripping the strap of my bag on my shoulder. then i saw our team's manager and coach seeing off karasuno, as they were about to get on the bus.

it was really late, almost completely dark- the sun was barely peeking over the horizon. i sighed, knowing that i wouldn't be seeing tsukishima anytime soon. i shook my head dismissively, trying not to think about it too much.

the sunset was so beautiful though, with all the oranges, pinks and reds, as the darkness of the night and the stars were already visible at the other side of the sky. i stared upwards, enjoying the gentle breeze and taking in all the color around me. little white specks in the darkness - still shining with the same light as before, if not brighter. i closed my eyes and took a deep breath, tranquility overcoming my senses.

"(l/n)?"

yep, there goes the calm (y/n). far, far away from me.

i opened my eyes quickly, looking to my right, only to see akaashi standing there awkwardly. i smiled at him to let him know his presence was welcome. he walked closer to me, looking up at the sky along with me.

"you're not going to say goodbye to tsukishima?" i hummed at his question, taking my sweet time with the answer.

"should i?" he shrugged, trying to influence my decision in more subtle ways than just straight up saying yes.

"he'd probably appreciate it. you're not going to see each other in person for a while, i assume." i stayed silent for a while. the more i thought about it the more sense it made, but my insecurities still wouldn't let me.

"well, despite him teasing me to death and being really weird today, we're not a couple. i don't think he needs me there." he shook his head disapprovingly, and i bit my lip to stop my eyes from watering.

"no one said you have to make a show. a simple goodbye can feel just as good. especially for someone like tsukishima- he doesn't like flashiness."

i gripped the straps of my bag tightly, and started running towards the exit of the school. the bus was still there, thankfully. he was about to get on the bus, but the loud yell of his name stopped him from doing so. he was the last one there- they were probably waiting for him. i stopped in front of him, panting just the slightest bit. i stumbled over my words, but nonetheless, i yelled once again, with really small tears rolling down my cheeks.

"g-goodbye!" he stared at me blankly for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. i swear to god, my whole life flashed before my eyes. before i could say anything else, he cupped my face and wiped my tears away with his thumb. my brain couldn't decode what was happening, i just felt something soft and warm on my lips, but it disappeared just as fast. he pat my head with a genuine smile, which made my heart do backflips.

"see you, *chiisai-chan." then he got on the bus like nothing happened, loud yelling coming from inside the vehicle.

i just stood there, probably a blushing mess, my stomach turned into an elevator apparently, and i felt like my heart was going to pop out any second. the bus then started driving away, leaving me behind. my legs felt like jello, i thought i might collapse right then and there.

i touched my lips faintly- he kissed me! i was such a mess, and this was just a peck on the lips. what will i do if he actually kisses me?

"you okay there? what happened?" i heard akaashi's voice from beside me and i jumped a little. he raised a brow, quite confused at that point.

"i'm fine... i guess? i seriously have no idea anymore." i buried my face into my hands, sighing with all hope lost. he chuckled, shaking his head once again.

"come on, let's get you home."

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*chiisai=small

#tsukishima kei #tsukki #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #oneshot #haikyuu anime #karasuno #fukurodani #haikyuu fukurodani #haikyuu karasuno #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #anime scenarios #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima oneshot #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu fluff #soulmate au #colorblind soulmate au #hq #tsukishima imagine #y/n #x reader #xreader #tsukishima kei fluff #tsukishima kei imagine

[smilingspinel]

sending in more soulmate aus >:3 what about a soulmate au for spinel and reader where you see the world in grayscale until you meet your soulmate?

Gems aren’t typically “programmed” to have soulmates, so when Spinel popped out of the ground “colorblind”, Pink panicked because she jumped to the conclusion that she was defective

Or that it was just a game she was playing, pretending she didn’t know what color was.

It’s why Pink never let Spinel visit Homeworld; if she addressed one of the other diamonds incorrectly (calling Blue “Yellow”, etc), she was sure Spinel would be shattered for “talking back” to an authority figure

It never bothered Spinel until a few weeks after Pink left; the game would be so much more fun if she got to appreciate all of the pretty flowers in the garden for their true beauty!

Spinel probably snaps a bit sooner; She doesn’t leave for earth any earlier than she does, but it starts to get to her head that maybe the reason Pink isn’t coming back yet is that she didn’t want her anymore; why would she? why would anyone want a gem who couldn’t differentiate a Peridot from a Pearl?

She comes to the conclusion that she’d been replaced, except instead of a Pearl she’s probably picturing that the other diamonds gave Pink a new Spinel

When she finally hears Steven’s message, she wonders why he doesn’t list a Spinel among the friends he claims to live with. It probably makes her even angrier, because it’s just like Pink to abandon her replacement, too.

You’re with Steven when she lands on Earth. 

She poofs Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl, as usual, and she’s about to go for Steven when you call out to her to stop. 

She takes it as a challenge to attack you, instead, so she turns heel and comes after you with the rejuvinator instead.

When you make eye contact, however, her entire world flashes into color all at once. It catches her so off-guard that she drops the rejuvinator and starts having the gem equivalent of a panic attack.

Steven can’t even bring himself to use the rejuvinator on her because she looks so scared

[y/n]? What did you do to her?

I..I didn’t! All we did was make eye contact!

Spinel isn’t panicking as hard as she initially was, but she’s looking around everywhere, and she’s on the border of crying.

She told me I couldn’t see color ‘cause I was defective. She told me they wouldn’t want me.

You’re afraid to approach her at first, in case she lashes out and hurts you, but, now that she mentions color…has the sky always been so…colorful? The grass? Steven’s outfit? But when it clicks…

Do you…know what a soulmate is? 

You makin’ fun of me?

She doesn’t, but she’s feeling even more confused and angry than she was before she arrived, and can’t get the thought out of her head that Pink lied to her so badly. 

You tentatively reach out and take her hands, despite Steven’s warnings not to. 

She jumps, but she doesn’t pull away, because your touch is gentle, something she has not known for over six thousand years.

Your soulmate is the person you’re destined to be with. 

You don’t know her story, not yet, but you know how gems are. They’re the person you’re with because you want to be, not because you have to be. 

She starts tearing up again, but she pulls her hands away.

Yeah, well, what’s this got to do with anything?

I couldn’t see any colors before today either. 

Those words are enough for her to start sobbing. She drops to the ground, and you put an arm around her

You couldn’t see color because you were created to love. Whoever told you that it made you defective sure as hell wasn’t deserving of it, that’s for sure.

She starts crying even harder, but once she collects herself, she asks Steven where the nearest warp pad is.

She brings you to the garden, and tells you her story. Love no longer came easy to her because she’d already wasted so much of it on someone else.

She tries to apologize for getting stuck with such a horrible excuse for a soulmate, but you won’t take it. 

You introduce her to the concept of a pinky promise and unbreakability of them by promising her that you’re never going to leave her like that, and that you can work on loving again forever. 

You hug her, and she practically melts into her arms like she never wants to leave. It’s the most precious thing you’ve ever seen, and it’s in that moment that you know you couldn’t have gotten a better soulmate if you tried.

The passing of time is tricky up in space, but you’re sure you two sit in the garden like that for at least an hour. At some point you can’t help but kiss the top of her head.

You don’t move from your spot until she tells you she’s ready to go.

She calls off the injector when you return. She came to Earth to take her anger out on a bunch of strangers, but she found something so, so much better.

#spinel x reader #my writing #FUCK I meant to say *together not forever #same difference I guess

[thanatos-nightshade]

Im going to write masayou soulmate aus and no one can stop me but at the same time im not the best writer so maybe ill just toss my ideas out here for now. Void write this down because im gonna have to come back to these.

This is a long post im sorry

First au will be the colorblind one where you see color once you make eye contact with your soulmate for the first time. However, platonic soulmates exist thus causing more confusion. One thing that helps is that the effect romantic soulmates have is much stronger while platonic soulmates tend to just help with vibrancy or seeing some colors. (Im just winging it here because honestly masahinashiyou are def soulmates).

Anyways, this is how its gonna go: youji and masaomi meet in the usual i saved your life way we're stuck together except both can see colors pretty darn well now. For youji it was kinda a brief explosion of color followed by dimming except for the colors red, gold, and purple. Its similar for masaomi except the vibrancy is slower to come for him but it starts with blues and metallics. Masaomi naturally has to keep this under wraps because he needs to know who exactly this guy is and what type of person he is and he also doesnt believe himself to be a romantic of any sort. Is he capable of being romantic yes of course but will he ever do anything like that now? Not unless the person had earned his respect and seemed worthy.

Oh no this could be a multi chaptered thing

Anyways this sort of goes along with his slow burn sort of thing whereas youji is kind of just that type of person to help out masaomi without needing proof to accept that masaomi is an important person in his life (the cult really watered down the whole soulmate thing because theyre homophobes so its just "important person in your life" for them). The colors also represent his "oh no hes attractive" side of youji who secretly has it pretty damn bad for masaomi.

They both stick with each other because they both recognize that theyre going to be important to each other (though currently only masaomi has an inkling as to how important they are/will be to each other since his vision is not terrible and that brief explosion of colors was no mistake, he simply isnt/wasnt ready to trust youji fully and also the universe was giving him a challenge and a choice which he will not back down from thank you very much) and youji wont realize what the colors and vibrancy mean until he meets hinami and shiori who are more than welcome to discuss those with him.

What happens when shiori and hinami meet them? For shiori and hinami, the world becomes more focused when theyre by each other and small details and colors pop out more. This is especially true for hinamis side since shiori brings clearer perspectives and other points of views to the table. For shioris side hinami brings out the brighter lighter and softer colors of the world that one might miss. Masaomi brings out the bolder colors and youji stabilizes the "image" and brings both color types into balance. For youji hinami brings all the colors into focus and its breath taking but also for the most part the colors were already there. However light seems to hit everything he sees now and wow you mean light causes different shades of things? Shiori doesnt seem to change much but he does notice that certain colors look more saturated or that he can see certain textures now and differentiate between certain shades. Especially in the blues, purples, and greens, hinami works mostly with the warmer colors. For masaomi he hinami doesnt change much for him although he does realize how he remembers the details of people and earthy tones more easily after meeting her. Shiori balances out the saturation and brings forth the colors that refused to come out before or simply just needed a push to come forward. Of course shiori also comes with pushes towards youji.

Oh goodness this is so long. All this detail is unnecessary but its here. It ends with them all agreeing to OT4 after hinami and shiori wrestle feeling talk and misunderstandings out of masaomi and youji. Youji totally thinks masaomi is an unrequited/not reciprocated love after all and/or JUST FRIENDS. But really masaomi is like "of course im going to be with youji forever thats been decided since i was 18. And shiori will be there too but she was a more recent addition to my life. I guess hinami can come too" but hes just been quietly planning this and thought that everyone else was on his level and knew already. And it ends happily ever after (except eventually shiori and hinami die and masaomi and youji drift apart but then they come back and kasamatsu comes across pictures of all of them and asks about what happened and does some snooping and finds out his dad and masaomi were soulmates and has to work with kise to get them together again but kise mostly just wants to do it so he can get more alone time with senpai but then akashi interrupts and furihata is a romantic and is all for it and also cites the manga a lot for help and youji is embarassed because his son is insisting and pulls out the "this is what mom would want" card and they talk about hinami and shioris deaths and what that means for them and their feelings and masaomi FINALLY admits to how he didnt like living without youji and youji admits that he wished masaomi was around for more of his familys life even tho masaomi cringes because babies and kids but does admit that had masaomi been around they would probably be much greater than they are now NOT THAT THEYRE BAD OR ANYTHING JUST LIKE OK HE'LL SHUT UP NOW but that youji could somehow make kids look appealing. In a sense. AND THEN it finally ends happily ever after omg.

#t-n talks #masayou #d:m #writing #soulmate au #long post

[deathtouch]

💛 femfeb day 16 | my femfeb masterpost 🧡 xposted → ao3 | dw | pf.io 💖 Symmetra/Widowmaker | 1.7k | Teen and up 🧡 Soulmates, Colors, Past Relationship(s), Love at First Sight, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt, Loss, Sunsets 💛 au where you're colorblind until you meet your soulmate

The second time she saw color, it was like a sucker punch. Amélie hadn’t expected it, and worst of all she hadn’t wanted it. The world had faded to black and white the moment Gerard met his end, and she was fully prepared to live the rest of her life that way.

That was her fate; cold, empty, and grey.

Then she got eyes on their mark, spotted her through the scope of her sniper rifle, and it was like a fire work exploding in front of her face. All of a sudden, the world was in color again, bright and vibrant; painfully so. It was lucky she was only doing surveillance, or she would have missed her shot.

This was nothing like when she had met Gerard. The moment she laid eyes on him, all the colors of the world had filled in. Softly, slowly, muted in pastels at first. The soft olive tone of his skin, the champagne colored pocket square in his suit jacket. The sunset lighting up the sky behind him, blue and pale purple.

Amélie didn’t like to think about it anymore. She didn’t like to look at sunsets anymore, the maudlin grays blending together to make a depressing gradient from black to white. She didn’t like to think about color at all. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but there was something in her that felt disastrously empty whenever she tried to remember the brown of Gerard’s eyes, or the purple of the flowers she held in her wedding bouquet, or the golden color of sunlight on the beach during their honeymoon.

There was no slow fade this time. It hit her, slammed into her, forced her to jerk back and gasp for breath. For a moment all she could see was blue. Blue, blue, blue. The bright blue of the sky, the blue of her own skin. Then the shock faded, and she spied other colors in the haze of bright saturated chaos, and she didn’t know what to do.

She put a stop to the mission at once, infuriating both Sombra and Reaper by demanding they abandon their plans. She didn’t even have an excuse for them, and they weren’t buying her vague comments that ‘something felt wrong’. She was being honest, though. Something felt very wrong. She could see color again. This shouldn’t be happening.

She had half a mind to leave it, to flee from this, whatever it was. Talon wanted a Vishkar architect at their beck and call, but it didn’t have to be this one. It could be any one. Sombra could dig up dirt on someone else. They could black mail someone else. They could work with someone else.

Not her.

Not Amélie’s soulmate.

Unable to move forward with the mission, they were left trapped in a safe house in Rio De Janeiro. Sombra and Reaper bickered endlessly on what to do, where to go from here, how to salvage this excursion. They only stopped to turn their attentions to Amélie in order to berate her or demand an explanation from her.

She wanted to be alone, to find a place where no one could see or hear her. She wanted to scream until her throat was raw. She wanted to run far, far away from this woman and never look back.

She got lost in her thoughts, trying to understand how and why this was happening. Amélie found herself watching the purple glow of Sombra’a cybernetics as she paced the length of the safe house back and forth. It was so bright, that color. So vibrant. How did she ever manage to maintain stealth?

When she cautiously checked the time Amélie found that four hours had slipped right between her fingers, four hours that she couldn’t account for herself and any of her thoughts. Amélie felt only despair.

She resolutely did not want to know this woman, or anything about her, and yet she found herself saying, “I need more info on our mark.”

“Well what’s that fucking matter now, we blew our opportunity to make contact five hours ago!” Sombra snapped, coming to stand in front of her.

Amélie looked at her, at her oddly pale blue eyes and the garish fuchsia lipstick she was wearing. Whatever expression was on her own face must have been convincing, because Sombra suddenly looked disconcerted. She fished one of her data pads out of her jacket pocket and handed it over.

The information was already queued up. Satya Vaswani. There were pictures of her. Photos of her in official Vishkar uniform, long hair neatly pulled back, yellow visor covering half her face. She stood straight backed and serious faced at a handful of ribbon cutting ceremonies at different hospitals and education centers in locations all over the worlds.

The one picture that really struck her was a surveillance photo ripped from some kind of CCTV. Satya was dressed in a vibrant blue sari, with blue jewelry and a bright blue glow emanating from the palm of her artificial hand. Amélie swallowed, forcing her jaw to relax before she clenched it so hard, she broke a molar.

“I’ll bring her in,” she said, suddenly, words leaving her mouth before she really knew what she was saying.

Sombra and Reaper exchanged glances.

“Find where she is, I’ll bring her in.” Amelie said again with more force.

They both knew how dangerous she was, and that she wasn’t a person to be argued with.

Sombra cursed under her breath and took the data pad back. Already hacked in to the network of security cameras in the area, she just had to narrow down a facial recognition search and start scanning. It took a few minutes to get a hit.

“She’s at a hotel, the Imperial on Rua do Catete 186.” Sombra said, passing the data pad back.

On the screen there was live footage of a hotel bar. Satya sat away from her colleagues, all dressed to official Vishkar perfection. They were all smirking and sipping their drinks, Satya excluded. She seemed mostly bored with the proceedings.

Amélie felt odd looking at her, knowing that this was her soulmate and that this was what she was doing in real time. She had to pass the pad back quickly, not wanting any more to do with it. For a long moment she sat where she was, staying perfectly still.

She wasn’t sure she could go through with this after all...

Lest she lose four more hours of her life, and the opportunity to speak to this woman who could potentially be important to her, she stood. She left the safe house feeling numb, escaping back out onto the streets of Rio. The bright colors the world offered her were a bitter sweet taste in her mouth.

Without thinking, she navigated the busy streets with relative ease. Her feet carried her where she needed to go, knowing the way. She made a conscious effort not to ignore the invisible pull of her soulmate drawing the two of them together. She found herself at the correct hotel well before she was ready to face this, whatever it was.

She hesitated outside for a long time, standing in front of the building and staring it down as if it was Goliath and she were David with his sling. She had conquered love once. She could conquer this too.

Amélie forced herself inside, into the decadent hotel lobby. It was wrought in gold and marble, an impossibly expensive place for a town as broken and lost as Rio De Janeiro was. Ignoring the guests with their rolling suitcases, and the staff in their smart red suit coats, Amélie made her way to the bar.

She found the gathered group of Vishkar employees, considerably more drunk than they had been on the live footage of the data pad. They were still straight laced and smug looking, smirking over their martini glasses as they jeered with one another. Satya, however, was not immediately in sight.

Amélie felt relieved, at first. It was done. Satya was gone for the night, left, unable to be found and thus this problem unable to be solved. She was ready and willing to flee from it, and never think of this day or this explosive technicolor revelation ever again.

Then, Amélie spotted her. She had moved from the bar to a comfortable lounge chair by the window to stare out at the street and the setting sun. It was hard to force her feet to move, to walk in that direction. Somehow, she managed it, determinedly putting one foot in front of the other. She approached the empty chair beside Satya.

Amélie opened her mouth to speak, but wasn’t entirely sure what to say...

Saved from coming up with a comment, Satya turned to glance at Amélie all on her own without any prompting. She went suddenly very still. Whether the color had filled in slowly or all at once, it was impossible to tell, but it was clear that something changed the moment she laid eyes on Amélie.

She swallowed, throat shifting with the movement, but other than that she gave nothing away. Her eyes swept from Amélie across the bar, towards the glittering gold lobby, and then back again. She looked at Amélie a second time, raising up an eyebrow.

“Would you like to sit?” She offered, and her voice sounded dangerously seductive. The kind of voice Amélie could enjoy listening to, especially if it was whispering filth in her ear.

“I suppose I should,” Amélie replied, folding herself neatly onto the nearby chair.

Satya glanced out the window and her eyes lingered on the sunset, taking it all in. She was quiet for a long while, soaking in her first experience seeing color. She was handling it with remarkable poise and dignity.

Having avoided it until now, Amélie glanced out at the setting sun too. A part of her still expected to see a dull gradient of grey. It wasn’t grey, it was solid gold. Brilliant and bright, a reflection of Satya’s eyes. Yellow, orange, and red, blazing hot, warm toned in a way that warmed her heart.

“So, the sunset really is as beautiful as they say.” Satya murmured.

She was right. It was beautiful. It was so beautiful. Amélie felt something stirring in her chest. She never thought she would see this again. She never thought she would feel like this again. She was suddenly very grateful for Satya to giving this to her.

Amélie hadn’t expected this, and she hadn’t wanted it when it first happened but... maybe this was a good thing.

Maybe she could learn to love someone new.

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#femslash february #overwatch femslash #symmetra #widowmaker #widowmetra #femfeb #femfeb 2019 #fanfic

[thats-nifty]

Bumbleby Week wiped me out, but I've returned! (Hopefully) Two more chapters until we wrap this story up :)

#rwby #rwby fic #bumbleby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #ao3 #fanfiction #yang x blake #soulmate au #Colorblind until you make eye contact Soulmate AU

[john-cardoza]

Sprace Soulmate AU

Soulmate Au where your soulmates name appears on your wrist and you’re colorblind until the first time you kiss them.

Sprace (duh)

Race ran back to the lodging house as quick as he could. He wanted to get to sheepshead fast, but he needed to grab his coat from his room first, it was a lot colder than he had been expecting. He ran up the stairs, but changed his course so he could see if Romeo was back yet, sometimes he liked to come with and watch the horses while Race played poker.

He ran into the room without knocking and immediately regretted it.

"Hey Romeo ya wan- AHH MY EYES" he immediately changed course and covered his eyes when he realized that Romeo was busy making out with Specs. He dropped to the floor dramatically as Romeo and Specs stopped to glare at him.

"What do you want Race?" Romeo asked, his words sounding clipped and annoyed.

"I was going to see if you wanted to come the Sheepsted with me, but I didn't realize you had a previous engagement" Race teased, winking at Specs.

"Get out"

"Fine," Race said dusting himself off and walking out the door "Have fun!" He faintly heard Romeo swearing at him but decided it wasn't his problem and grabbed his coat.

He ran out the door, hoping he could get to Sheepstead fast. That hadn't been the first time he walked in on Romeo and Specs, they had been practically attached at the mouth since they discovered they were soulmates. Subconsciously Race looked down at his tattoo, the word Sean stared up at him, he usually kept it covered; no one wants to buy papers from a gay kid, but at the same time it was nice to know there was someone out there for him. Not that it mattered, none of the Newsies used their real names for he knew he was living with his soulmate.

∞∞∞

Spot hated the idea of soulmates, the idea of there being someone for everyone made no sense. He clearly didn't have a soulmate no name or design was on his wrist, the tattoos were supposed to appear between the ages of 13 and 18, he was 17 and time was running out. And if a name appeared it would probably be a girl just like his father had hoped, he wasn't supposed to like boys, it was probably just a stupid phase. That lasted for 8 years? The day he accidentally came out was also the day he got kicked out. His father hadn't wanted a gay kid living with him or his other kids. Spot occasionally wondered what had happened to his big sister, probably left. She had been planning to leave for years before Spot got kicked out. He shook his head to try to clear the memories. Not right now. He could panic and reminisce when he got back to the lodging house, not in the middle of the Brooklyn bridge. He breathed slowly until he was pulled out of his daydream by someone running into him from behind.

"I'm so sorry" The person said standing up and offering their hand which he declined standing up himself.

"Who are you?" Spot asked, he was cute. Blonde hair and blue eyes, he had on a newsie cap but Spot didn't recognize.

"Name's Race, Who are you?" Race asked, subtly checking out the cute newsie he ran into.(Or at least he hoped it was subtle)

Spot glared at him "Spot Conlon, King of Brooklyn"

Race backed off a little "Sorry Conlon, figured you'd have better things to do then stand on a bridge" It was probably a bad idea to tease one of the most powerful newsies in new York, but Race didn't care

Spot rolled his eyes "What's your business in Brooklyn?"

"Going to Sheepstead, want to come?" Race flirted as he leaned against the railing

"Manhattan?" Spot asked. Race gave off a similar vibe to Jack Kelly and a lot of the Manhattan newsies who thought they owned the world and flirted with anything they came into contact with.

"Whateva happened to romance" Race pouted.

"Fell off the bridge just like you will if you don't answer my question" Spot said, stepping closer and glaring at Race

Race completed ignored the threat and instead leaned closer "You seem stressed how bout we head back to my place"

Fine two can play that game. Spot smiled and leaned closer "Sure thing pretty boy where would that be?"

He felt accomplished at how flustered Race looked, bright red and open mouthed "M-Manhattan"

Spot nodded "That's what I thought, proceed" Spot concluded, not wanting to deal with the cute guy from Manhattan. Not that Spot would ever admit he was cute. He walked pointlessly around until he glanced down at his arm and stopped to stare, there on his arm a name had appeared Antonio written nearly across his wrist. He turned around and started walking back to the Lodging house, he didn't think he knew a Antonio and he wasn't sure if he wanted to.

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Race walked back from Sheepstead later that night it was getting dark so he walked faster than he usually did. If he wasn't home by nine Jack would get worried and do something stupid. He wondered if he would run into Spot then reminded himself that he didn't care. Spot was just a Brooklyn kid with a ego bigger than he was. "Where you headed pretty boy?" Sure he was intriguing and cute, but Race had met plenty of pretty people and none of them had gotten him that flustered. He made a promise to himself that he would do anything he could to get payback, and maybe get to know this so called 'King of Brooklyn. He looked hopefully down the bridge but didn't see Spot. Then again he could be wrong, it's really hard to tell people apart when you can't see colors, everyone just wore the same gray shirt and grey pants.

"Hey! Manhattan"

Race turned around to see Spot walking towards him "What do you want?" Race asked leaning against the guardrail on the bridge.

"I need to talk to you" Spot clarified leaning against the bridge next to Race

Race rolled his eyes "You want to plan our date?" He immediately regretted his choice of words and briefly considered throwing himself off the bridge. But to his delight a light blush appeared on Spot's cheeks.

"No!" Spot glared

Race immediately decided that he liked making Spot blush and that he was going to do it again "I would be open to a date, I bet I could show you a good time" He flirted

Spot rolled his eyes "I'm regretting initiating this conversation"

"Can't I make some friends?" Race asked. He lightly poked Spot in the shoulder but backed off when he flinched.

"You don't want friends you want a one night stand" Spot reminded him

"Fine that is true, but I would also like to get to know you, and maybe make it two nights" Race had no idea why he was trying so hard to get to know the stuck up 'King of Brooklyn' but he never was one to do things halfway.

"Maybe I'll take you up on that"

Race's mind went into overdrive. He was extremely surprised that Spot was willing to play along this far, one of the main advantages to playing poker for years was he had a good poker face, something he took advantage of constantly. The most logical plan his mind came up with was kissing Spot, maybe not the greatest idea but the best he could think of with his mind short circuiting.

Spot was expecting a quick reply of maybe some blushing. He wasn't expecting Race to disappear into his mind and ignore all of Spot's attempts to get his attention "Pretty boy? Manhattan" Spot snapped his fingers under Race's nose "Race!"

Race shot up "What?!" He looked around and realized that he had to leave now or else he would be late "I would love to continue this-" He fumbled for the right words "This fantastic conversation, but I need to go" He leaned closer lightly kissing Spot's cheek. As he ran off he smugly noted that Spot's cheeks had turned a bright red and he looked completely disoriented.

The walk home was pitch black and made Race glad he made this walk every day. It was too dark to see anything and he was so tired he got to bed and immediately passed out on his bed ignoring Romeo's teasing about why he was late.

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Race woke up completely disoriented "Why is it so bright!" He complained burying his face in his pillow before realizing exactly why the world seemed so bright "I can see!"

Crutchie rolled his eyes "Race that happens everyday"

Race jumped out of bed and spun around "No like I can see colors!" He grabbed Crutchie's shoulders "I can see colors!"

"We heard ya last time, who were you kissing last night, your pillow?" Jack asked

Race rolled his eyes "I was kissing a boy" he corrected before realizing he probably should think before he speaks "Shit"

"I knew it" Jack exclaimed "Didn't I" Jack looked at Crutchie who just rolled his eyes fondly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Race asked, crossing his arms

"I don't know, you give off a very gay vibe" Romeo admitted, turning to Jack and Crutchie who were looking at him like he was nuts "What he does, come on Specs you agree with me" He asked looking to Specs for assistance. Specs just shrugged and went back to getting dressed.

"So do you have someone to find?" Crutchie asked pulling Jack closer.

Race nodded hesitantly and turned back towards the door "I'm going to go find my soulmate!" He exclaimed "And wow that wall is a hideous color"

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Race ran to the bridge, hoping to find Spot there. He got distracted multiple times mostly from parks and birds. He couldn't get over the fact that everything was so colorful. The second he reached the bridge he looked around the bridge hopefully, He had no clue where the Brooklyn lodging house was and getting lost was not on his list of things to do. He finally found Spot sitting at one of the benches watching the water, not really a habit he would have pinned on Spot but he got why. He always had loved the river, mostly because people would occasionally fall into it leading to a good selling day, but also because it just kept moving no matter what happened. He cautiously sat down next to Spot.

"I woke up this morning and realized every shirt I own is red" Spot stated still looking at the river.

Race dissolved into a fit of giggling "Really? I guess it's just your color"

"Apparently" Spot agreed

"So what happens now?" Race asked. Maybe they would just forget about it, some people met their soulmate but continued living their life as if it hadn't happened.

"What do you think?" Spot asked, poking Race in the shoulder "I'd like to get to know you Pretty Boy"

Race blushed "That sounds like a great idea" He paused "Sean"

"Idiot," Spot pushed Race off the bench and he fell onto the ground. After brief debate on how to get payback, he stood up and sat right back down in Spot's lap "I hate you" Spot complained

"Sure ya do" Race teased. He leaned in for a light kiss "How 'bout now?"

Spot pretended to think "I might be willing to reconsider," He pulled Race in for another kiss "How about that date?"

"That sounds like a perfect idea" Race agreed "The park is amazing, we should start there"

Let's just say they got to know each other very well.

#historical accuracy? whats that #i lied im posting these now #sprace #newsies #soulmate au #specsxromeo #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #musicals #oneshot #jackcrutchie #jack kelly #v writes newsies #mine #v writes

[fullmetalmadeheart]

ROYED SOULMATE AU MASTERPOST (ao3 edition)

In no particular Order

- An Interesting Trip – ShanaStoryteller

Everyone's born with their soulmate's first words to them written on their skin, and that should make things easy, but it really doesn't. "Roy has alternatively despised his mark and clung to it like a lifeline. Colonel. Just one word, right at the back of his foot. His literal Achilles’ heel."

- The Universe Just Doesn’t Know What the Hell to Make of Edward Elric – queerstang (rosethomass)

Everyone Edward's age gets their tattoos, gets to know who their soulmate is, and it's just one more thing to remind Edward of all the things he's lost and never got to have.

- Speechless – Tierfal

Ed's stupid mark is long, long gone, but it's not like he has time to care.

- Colours in Your Eyes – Batsutousai

Everyone is born with the ability to only see the colour of their soulmate's eyes. Only upon touching their soulmate, can people see the rest of the world's colours. Edward Elric will do whatever it takes to get his brother's body back and ensure he can have his happily ever after with his soulmate, even if it means never finding his own soulmate.

- My Heart and Soul are Yours – Xyriath

In a world where soulmates can feel the other's pain, being Edward Elric's comes with a whole host of problems.

-  Prismatic – AriMarris

Edward hates red. He hates the way people talk about it. It is pure, they say, bright and exciting and passionate - but he can’t agree. Red is blood, and red is death. Red is muted colors he refuses to see, and red is a dried and cracked promise painted on a suit of armor. In which with each soulmate comes a color and Edward wishes he never found his red.

- Spectra – Tierfal

A prism with three faces. (Colorblindness/soulmates AU.)

- Crux – akaparalian

It just appeared, without warning. Roy had had a few marks before; one when he was very young, which had faded within a year, and one on the cusp of his departure for Ishval which had been all but ripped from him within a week on the front lines. And then there was this: messy, scribbly, with the letters half crowded together and half spaced awkwardly far apart. At first, Roy didn’t understand it. And then once he did, he tried to burn the damn thing off. After all, when he meets Edward Elric, he’s twelve years old and only has one arm.

- Sparks – Batsutousai

Ed's been telling his friends he's dating someone, but when Ling challenges him to bring the person to meet everyone, he has to scramble to find someone to play the part.

-  Missing Words – StillNotGinger10

It was during one of these spars that Ed saw it. They were taking a break, drinking some water in Roy’s yard, when Ed saw something black over the edge of sweat pants that hung too low. He didn't say anything, but he also didn’t stop staring fast enough. Roy noticed.

AU where your soulmate's thoughts about you are written somewhere on your body, constantly changing to form new words as your soulmate's thoughts change. (2Parts)

-  Ain’t Got Proof – Phantoms_Echo

Everyone had words. It was a fact. On their right arms, ringing their wrists, everyone had the first words their soulmate would say to them. Roy had never liked his words. Not one bit.

-  Stigma – dragonimp

Al notices something significant about his brother's former commander. (2 Parts)

-  Until the Ink Runs Dry – hellosweetie17

According to legend, everyone has a soulmate. Using a pen passed on from generation to generation, the seeker must voluntarily write on the back of their hand in order to make contact with their person on the other end of the Red String of Fate. Once initial contact has been established, an unbreakable connection is formed between the two soulmates. They are each able to feel the other's love, pain, pleasure, and even hunger if a good piece of pie is nearby. Winry and Alphonse are in love with the idea and believe it to be true. In fact, neither can wait for the chance to use their pens. Edward, on the other hand, thinks it's a load of bullshit and one shouldn't rely on stories to determine who they can love. As for Roy, he refuses to even so much as touch the pen left to him by Maes Hughes, believing no one would want a man as broken as he.

-  The Last Dream of my Soul (5 Parts) – dragonimp

Ed never believed the stories about "soul mates." Not until he touched Mustang's hand as they parted there on the side of the road.

-  The Bastard and The Brat – CheatingAtLife

Everyone got two soul mate marks. One on each wrist. The name written in red was the romantic soul mate. The name written in blue was the platonic soul mate. Two people you couldn’t live without. Roy Mustang had the name Maes Hughes in blue on his left wrist for as long as he could remember. His right wrist remained blank until he was fourteen. Then the name Edward Elric appeared in red.

-  Soulmates Could Wait – VictorianLegend

For obvious reasons, Ed had forced himself to forget about the soulmates thing right after he lost Al's body together with half his limbs, including his right arm, to the gate when he was 11. Suddenly, he had his future planned for him and he didn’t have time to look for someone whose name he didn’t and wouldn't know. Soulmates could wait...

...but Roy Mustang was getting impatient.

(Soulmates AU where soulmates get the name of their designated tattooed on their right wrist (only) once both parties have come of age. Only soulmates can see their names tattooed on each other.)

- Unbonded Souls – letsgooutintherain

It could have been a day like any other. A day of coming back to Central with another lead turned false. The second Ed entered the office and his eyes locked with Mustang's they both knew and the knowledge slammed home like a battering ram. They cold forge a bond! Actually doing so was another matter entirely.

You can thank me later Folks ;)

#royed #Fullmetal Alchemist #FMA #fmab #fma brotherhood #archive of our own #ao3 #fanfiction masterpost #soulmates au #fma fanfiction #roy mustang #edward elric #flame alchemist #colonel mustang

[ao3feed-eremin]

Blue Skies, Blue Oceans, Blue Eyes

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/plgohXF

by Edeoria_246

One person out of eight billion can let you see all the colors. And Eren was convinced he would never find them. And it wasn't like that new student — who just so happened to have blue eyes — would be his soulmate, right? Right?

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Soulmate AU: You can't see your soulmate's eye color until you make eye contact with them.

Words: 2851, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman

Relationships: Armin Arlert/Eren Yeager

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Colorblind Soulmate AU, Fluff, First Meetings, POV Eren Yeager, One Shot, Not Beta Read

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/plgohXF

#eremin #ao3feed #fanfic #eren jaeger x armin arlert #armin arlert x eren jaeger

[tooruluv]

Kei Tsukishima x F!Reader ( part 1 )

❝ they were the sun and moon, destined to be together but only ever totally meeting once every hundred years or so. ❞

description: in a world where you only see color when you're in love, you've grown frustrated of the greyscale. but falling in love with someone you barely know was never something you planned. and, him not returning the feelings definitely wasn’t planned.

genre: soulmate au... except not quite. everyone is born colorblind. you can only see color once you fall in love (and it grows brighter until you see full color as the love grows). however, that doesn't ensure a lasting connection. it simply means that love exists in that moment, until it doesn't.

word count: 1,855

warnings/notes: i would like to say that the "soulmate au but only when you're actually in love" thing is not my idea! i don't know who's idea it was, and i'm sure it was created by several people, but i just wanted to tell you all that i wish i was that creative but, unfortunately, i am not. so! i wanted to give credit where credit is do! moving on to the fic! <3 enjoy, loves

tag list: @vhskenma​ @elianetsantana​ @mini-eggs-reads​

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“ you're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you ” - can’t take my eyes off of you, frankie vallie

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Kei Tsukishima did not believe in falling in love. Sure, he believed in loving things, but being in love sounded absolutely ridiculous. The entire basis of love, relationships… it just never made any sense to him.

You, on the other hand, very well might have your heart placed on your sleeve. You had a million crushes, a constant new person in your focus. The thing was, you had never seen color.

Color only came to those who fell in love. Through those crushes, through those varying false relationships and games of spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven, you had never actually fallen in love.

It was becoming frustrating.

While Tsukishima was perfectly content in living in a world without love, in the same greyscale life he had always known, while you were drowning trying to find someone to hang onto.

What strange friends you were.

Well, not friends, per say. But acquaintances for sure. A comfortable relationship between the two of you full of eye contact, your flirtations, and his constant coming into your coffee shop.

If we had to name a beginning, it started the first week of the summer.

You were working at a coffee shop, this little place called Blu. It was a simple corner shop, squished in between two other buildings. You just wanted a summer job to pass by time and get some money, nothing permanent.

Until, one day a tall boy with glasses walked into the place.

He looked bored out of his mind as his eyes scanned the menu above your head. He didn’t say anything when you greeted him (“Welcome to Blu! What can I get for you today?” in your best customer service voice), nor did he say anything when you handed him his coffee. He only spoke to you once, a monotone “I’ll take a black coffee” when he ordered.

You were absolutely infatuated.

One, because who orders a plain black coffee in the middle of the summer? And two, he was cute.

He had to be your age, you decided. Though most kids your age would never get a plain black coffee, and he was pretty tall, he had the youth you did. You just knew.

“Kei!” you called for his order. He didn’t even look into your eyes.

This was a repeat occurrence throughout the rest of the summer, every morning. Sometimes he would say something more, like add a little “Hello.” before ordering. Or he would steal glances at you, and there would be a staring contest for a moment or two.

Occasionally, he even muttered “thank you” when you handed him the mug. Call it what you want, but you called it “progress”.

One particular morning, he was dressed up. You didn’t know what for, you didn’t know much about him as it were, and all you could do was admire. He was stunning in a dark suit, the greyscale doing nothing but bring out how handsome he looked in it.

“Well, don’t you look ravishing today?” You flirted, already moving to get his black coffee. “The usual?”

He gave a small nod, not reacting to your compliment. He had his hands in his pockets, and a dangly earring in one ear.

“Well, here you go.” You handed him the mug. “One plain black coffee for Kei. Don’t spill it on yourself.”

“I would never.” He said. His voice was still monotone, but you caught it. A small quip in the corner of his lip. You almost got him to smile.

However, most mornings it was the same thing. He would come in, order a black coffee for “Kei”, and sit near the window and scroll through his phone through sips. You would watch as the sun created lighter greys along his skin and hair, you would watch as the glare gleamed off of his glasses.

Oh, how you wished you could see the color of his hair.

And, one day, you did.

It was a usual summer day. Autumn was approaching fast, so cool wind started to battle against the sun. But he came in nonetheless; Kei, with his black coffee. Except, this time was different.

“Welcome back, stranger.” You greeted, smiling as bright as you could. You didn’t even ask him what he wanted, you were already getting the black coffee ready behind the counter.

“I’ll take a black coffee.” he said, monotone and normal.

But, it wasn’t normal, not even the slightest bit. Because when you looked up to hand him his coffee, you were met with an array of colors.

You had to blink a few times, just to make sure that you were seeing what you were seeing. The colors were faded, newly forming, but they were still very much there. He had light yellow hair. No. “Blonde” was the word you were looking for.

He was frozen too, just standing there. But then you realized that you were just staring, his coffee in your hands. He must’ve thought you were insane.

“Kei, can I ask you something?” you asked, not wanting to hand him his drink yet. You weren’t one to let your questions go unanswered.

For a moment, he blinked at you. He definitely had to think you were insane. “What?”

“Do you see color?”

If you saw color as you looked at him, you hoped that maybe… maybe he saw color when he looked at you.

“No.”

Right. Of course not.

“Okay. Thanks! I was just wondering.” you handed him the mug, plastering a fake smile on your face (partly for the sake of customer service, and mainly to cover your disappointment). “Enjoy!”

He gave you one last look over, one last glance, before going to his usual spot by the window.

The thing was, you were hoping that he did. You know how ridiculous it sounded, being in love with someone who only spoke a couple of sentences to you. But you couldn’t deny that spending the entire summer excited to see that one person at work… it made sense that you would be.

You just weren’t expecting the colors to arrive right before you leave the job. The perfect time to fall for someone you will probably never see again once you leave and return to school and sports full-time.

Love really does come when you least expect it.

For the rest of that day, you spent your time finding as many colors as you could. You didn’t want it to go away, though it was a likely chance. The colors go away when the love does.

You had to look up what some of the colors were. It was strange to be taught the colors without ever seeing them, and your parents had explained how some colors look, but it was completely different. It was like each of them had their own feeling.

But, even then, you only witnessed the faded versions of those colors. The sky was a pale blue, hidden by the grey clouds. The grass was almost yellow, and the shop you worked at was a soft brown. Everything was still hidden by the greyscale you were accustomed to. And you couldn’t help but want to see more, see them in their full color.

Maybe falling completely and utterly in love would be an amazing thing.

It was comparable to the sun and moon, the relationship between you and Kei Tsukishima. You danced around each other, hoping to chase the light the other brought.

When you worked the next morning, your usual boy didn’t show up. Your eyes searched for him every time the small ding of the bell above the door announced someone entering. But it was never him.

Sighing, you ended your last shift there. Maybe you would come back as a customer, order a drink that has way too much sugar, and sit in his spot in hopes he would show up and sit with you. Or maybe you would run into him on your way out.

Or not.

As you hung up your apron for the last time, gave your manager your nametag and said your last goodbyes to your favorite coworkers, you accepted the fact that the colors would leave soon. They very well couldn’t stay if you end up falling out of love with a boy you would never see again.

It had been months.

Months, and the colors didn’t leave and didn’t grow any brighter. You were stuck in a world where everything was filtered to be faded, and you were growing annoyed.

“Just fucking go away already.” you spoke to the universe.

You would rather live in a world without color than live in a world of almost.

“Everyone!” Daichi called for the team to join him. They obeyed. “Now that Coach Ukai is our official coach, he’s come up with an idea. I think it’s pretty good, so hear him out.” Daichi announced. He turned to their coach, letting him speak.

“Alright, guys.” Ukai crossed his arms. “We have some tournaments this weekend. So do some of the other sports teams, specifically the girls volleyball teams and the softball and baseball teams.”

Tsukki was bored. What did softball and baseball have to do with volleyball? Their season isn’t for months, anyway. They have plenty of time before actual games.

“So, I’ve talked with the softball and baseball coaches and they think that it’s a good idea for us to team up for some fundraising things the next couple of weeks so we can get buses.” Ukai explained. “And, on top of that, someone from the softball team said that they would help us with volleyball practices after softball, since we typically end later than they do.”

“Wait, softball?” Tanaka gaped. “So a girl’s gonna be helping us?”

“A girl already does help us, dumbass.” Tsukki rolled his eyes. Kiyoko did too, but subtly.

“Yeah, she’ll be here in a couple of minutes so I wanted to give a warning.” Ukai said. “She’s in her first year, too, but I expect respect. Alright, now that that’s out of the way, let’s get on with practice.”

Okay, cool. Now back to practice. The reason they’re there to begin with.

They practiced for a bit, going through drills and did a bit of half-assed running (which Tsukki still never understood, why would he have to run miles if he’s just a blocker?). Until a girl walked in.

It was you.

You were here, at Karasuno, at his practice.

You walked in, still in your softball practice uniform. Every time that he had seen you during the summer, you never had your hair down. But, when you walked into the gym and greeted Coach Ukai with a smile, your hair was down and messy from the wind.

Everyone else had noticed Tsukki had stopped in his tracks and dropped what they were doing, turning their heads to see what he was looking. Or rather, who. Now you had the entire team’s attention.

That was when you caught his eye.

His breathing stopped. And so did yours.

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