Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
You don’t age until you meet your soulmate (You stop at 21 until you find them). You moved in with the league of villains after being found on the streets by Mr. Compress. You realize after about three years that you’ve been aging, so you have to awkwardly ask your teammates if any of them have been aging recently.
(Imagine below the cut)
You’re realizing that this was a bad idea as you finally get Twice to talk to you alone for a moment.
The poor guy is confused. He has no idea why you want to talk to him alone, but he’s equally as curious.
When you try to discreetly ask him if he’s been feeling any different lately he takes you literally.
“I’m feeling so tired. I’ve never been more awake!”
You resort to just asking him outright and he just laughs while shaking his head and showing you a few red words on his shoulder.
“I already found mine, but try Compress. No try Spinner!”
Those two weren’t aging either, but both directed you towards Dabi.
Dabi laughed in your face as he showed you the names on both his wrists, and you realized it couldn’t be him.
“I dare you to ask Muscular or Shigaraki”
You didn’t want to bother your boss, who had been sneakily watching you go around to all of his underlings asking questions he couldn’t hear.
What Tomura did know however, was that he had been aging.
He had kept a close eye on you as you had approached Muscular, and was fuming as you seemed to ignore his presence.
He finally went complaining to Kurogiri who told him in the nicest way to just man up and go talk to you.
When you ran out of people to ask, even going as far as asking Giran when he popped by, you were about to give up.
“You forgot me.”
The raspy voice behind you nearly had you jumping out of your skin, and you turned to see your leader.
Shigaraki was staring at you impatiently, and your mouth went dry as you realized that he would have been the last person it could be.
“Have you... uh. Is there any chance you’ve been aging recently, sir?”
One of his hands came up to remove his father’s hand from his face, and he stares down at you with an odd look in his eyes that you’ve never seen on him.
“Took you long enough.”
hello! do you have any good soulmate wolfstar recs? i LOOOOOOVE those, doesn’t matter what kind
Oh, the Librarian also loves these fics! Hope you enjoy the ones on this list!
The Electric Fizzing Prick Pistols, or Whatever by whitmans_kiss Everyone is born with Words on their arm that connect them to their Soulmate. James finds his, Sirius had everything figured out back in First Year, Peter doesn’t talk to girls anyway, and Remus thinks he’d very much just like to put his earmuffs back on and disappear.
Crude and Proud by @beesandjam Remus and Sirius are soulmates and whatever they write on their arms appears on the other person's.
fade to black by @elixirsoflife
a soulmate au where everyone has a tattoo of the first words their soulmate says directly to them on their left arm
Wolfy by Judeyjude There were three types of people: Kissers, Namers, and Tattooers. You either had a Tattoo that matched another's or a Name marked above your heart. If you didn't, then you were a Kisser, recognizing your soulmate at first touch or kiss, as innocent as the person wanted it to be. As soon as you were born, it was obvious which category you fell into. Sirius had a Tattoo. Remus didn't.
Moony by Judeyjude Soulmate identifying marks are like a fingerprint - every love is unique and special. Not one couple is the same as another, so there are no repeats in soulmate connections. One couple could write to each other on their arms, another could have matching tattoos that colored in when they met, and another could be deaf their whole lives until they made eye contact with their true love. The only consistency is that everyone has some kind of indication by the time they are sixteen. At 25 years old, Remus Lupin has given up the idea that he's destined for someone until James calls him one fateful night.
Check For the Shivers by @devnoel Remus never expected the first words his Soulmate would say to him to be out of a sappy romance novel. But this was just outrageous.
If you know of more soulmate fics, please share!
Oh woww!! I love your new Colourful series, it's really good!! I'm really interested because their relationship started off really fast and quick so I'm looking forward to where it goes👀
The way you set up the whole reveal of Natasha's personality with the temptation of snooping online and in person, then feeling disappointed when the relationship and Nat's personality doesn't quite meet expectations was also done really well- If you meant it as a re-occurring theme lol🥰
The "lore" of the red soul bonds and the destructiveness (murder suicides) contrasted with the super strong life changing bonds was something I really enjoyed as well. I'm not sure if this is meant to be a dark Nat series, but I'm really enjoying seeing her true colours, she is so charismatic- suave (as you said💕) and like a dream almost yet she seems so jealous and possessive of what is "hers" like the first few chapters where she is uncharacteristically anxious, it is written super well!! I feel like Natasha is already very attached to reader because this is her first soul bond, and I suspect something she was super looking forward to after defecting from the red room
Also I'm not sure if you remembered an old comment I made on your other series but I'm really happy to read a somewhat 'darkish' series about Natasha falling for reader this time! Your writing has also gotten a lot better, the scene transitions are smoother and make more sense!! I'm also a personal fan of the plot as I'm interested to see how you write Nat falling for the ""original"" this time, we all know what happened with Katya haha
I tried to send this as an ask twice but my tumblr is acting out so I'm doing this as a reblog instead😅
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But it turns out, there are a lot of expectations.
You wake up to more missed calls and text messages than you’ve ever had in your entire life.
ClaireBear: HUNTY! WTF?!
ClaireBear: CALL ME BACK THIS INSTANT OR I AM GOING ON TIKTOK ABOUT HOW MY SISTER IS THE BLACK WIDOWS SOUL BOND
ClaireBear: I swear to fucking all my lort hoebag if you don’t call me back by tonight I’m telling MeeMaw and I’m going over there with the receipts.
Ugh. 15 year olds are fun. You do need to call her though.
Yari: SO I was about to text you because I was a little concerned that you haven’t come home in like a week, but I don’t pry. But girl. Next time maybe tell me before I see it on TMZ. We’re friends… also are you moving out? Also are you still coming tonight?
You are friends. New friends but, she’s your roommate and you like her and you really should have let her know you weren’t dead this week.
Grubs: LOL OH MY GOD (shit ton of emojis)
Texts from unknown numbers and people you kinda knew in high school, your cousin in Birmingham and…
Ponyboy: Fuck you. I would have told you. I would have told you first.
Fuck.
You crawl out of bed, Natasha still sound asleep beside you, and go take a shower, scrubbing away the makeup you didn’t bother to take off last night.
She’s still sleeping when you dress yourself back in her clothes and walk into her kitchen to make her coffee and toast.
When she finally does emerge from down the hall, you’re reminded again of why you don’t really drink and you smirk a little into your coffee at her obvious struggle.
But she looks so cute like this -- soft and a little disoriented -- messy red braid, baggy gray shorts, smudged black eyeliner. She looks very normal. Very human. Very attainable.
But the texts and calls are rolling harsh in your stomach and they are a rude reminder of something you already knew--. This was too fast. You weren’t ready. And you didn’t trust your gut which is making itself so well known now you’re not even sure you can drink anymore coffee.
Still you smile when she walks up behind you in her cozy, vulnerable space, and wraps her arms around you and kisses your cheek. You are so happy, so relieved, that despite all of your discomfort and uncertainty, when her lips touch your cheek and her hands brush the bare skin of your abdomen, your bond doesn’t seem to reflect your concerns. It’s the same smoky, shiny red that it usually is.
And you want to keep it like that forever.
You’re so sick of watching gold turn to sand.
But this started way too fast and even though you know she won’t agree, you have to slow it down if it’s going to stand a chance.
You tried that before once. You thought everything would be ok as soon as that beautiful boy touched you and your souls connected. As far as you were concerned, you might as well have gotten married at that frat party covered in beer wearing someone else's dress. You were destined.
And you tried so hard for so long and so did he and it got… so ugly.
Maybe if you’d actually taken the time to fall in love with each other instead of just assuming that you should, you could have both saved yourselves a lot of pain.
And you promised yourself you would never again be the girl who lived for her soulbonds. You’d make your own way in the world.
Then the second you meet your next soulbond you're tripping all over yourself to do the same thing - keep them happy, make them love you - even though you know how that ends.
Pain pain pain. On both ends.
You squeeze the hands she has wrapped around your waist before carefully untangling yourself and making your way further into her kitchen to pour her a mug of coffee. (Her own coffee. That you’d just taken the liberty to make).
She takes the mug from you graciously and sits herself at her kitchen counter before asking, “So what should we do today?”
You tense a little and school your face before turning back around from the coffee pot to face her and say as casually as you can, “Well, I need to go back to my place in a few.”
She looks confused. “What? Why?” She asks.
You sigh.
“Natasha I haven’t been home since Wednesday. It’s Saturday morning, I have literally been wearing your underwear, Babe,” you laugh a little. “I just need to go home for a while.”
“OK,” she’s quick to agree, “Let me just change real quick, I can take you by your place to get some stuff.”
“No,” you cut her off a little more harshly than you meant to but you stop yourself and start again. “No, I can take the train, the station is right across the street. It’ll be faster anyways. Also, I have plans tonight.”
She goes still and her eyes narrow and you know what she’s thinking when she asks in monotone, “What plans?”
He’s here now. She knows. And that’s what she thinks your plans are.
You fight the urge to roll your eyes and get defensive. Because those AREN’T your plans and you’re allowed to have a life. You drain the rest of your coffee.
“My roommate, Yari, she’s a photographer,” you calmly explain. “She has a showing tonight in a little gallery in Chelsea. You know, cheap wine and shitty cheese plates, but it’s a big deal for her.”
“Oh,” Natasha’s stiff shoulders sag. “That’s great. Can I come?”
What, no. And also how rude....
“Um,” you start. “I don’t… I don’t think that’s the best idea. This is a big moment for her, and, in case you haven’t noticed, you and I tend to pull a lot of focus. I don’t want to upstage her at her own show.”
It’s the truth but it’s only one of them and it’s the easier one and you just hope she can accept that as gracefully as she took her coffee.
“Yeah, ok that makes sense.” She sounds disappointed but not mad. “So you’re coming back here after, then?”
You swallow. “I’m not sure,” That’s a lie. You’re sure you aren’t. “I don’t know what the after party plans are.” She looks so sad, “But either way, let’s get brunch tomorrow, ok?” you give her what you hope is a reassuring smile.
“Yes. Absolutely!” she agrees quickly. “I’ll pick you up in the morning at 11 if… if you don’t come back tonight.”
You flash her a big grin as you make your way out of the kitchen and towards the elevator to leave. “Sounds great!” you say. “See you in the morning!”
“(Y/N),” she stops you as your hand pushes the down button. “I really do hope you come back here tonight.”
“We’ll see!” you say much more cheery than you feel just as the elevator doors slide open to take you back down into the world.
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