Soulmate trash is best trash

[buckingham]

soulmate meme ;
▸ post your character ◂
▸ you're now in a universe where destined soul mates exist! ◂
▸ rng for the type of au and for the ~situation~ ◂
▸ tag around ♥ ◂

type of au;

1. tats, your character has a tattoo of the first words the love of their life will say to them
2. familiars, your character has an animal tattoo representing their soul mate on them
3. glow, the first time your character sees their soul mate, their chests glow!
4. world in color, life is literally black and white, until you see your soul mate for the first time
5. choose your own, i'm definitely missing a milly because i'm lazy, pick your own

situation;

1. first meeting, you've never met this person before.
2. childhood mates, you've always known this person -- but on one particular birthday, everything changes.
3. together, you've been in a relationship for awhile now! happily wed or not, you decide.
4. not together, you've known you're soul mates for a long time, and yet have avoided a relationship.
5. choose your own, self explanatory c:

Comments

4-4 aged down ofc c:

[mviw]

[Stanford has always wanted to see the supposedly brilliant shades of color the world had to offer, but he's always feared that day, afraid his soulmate would find his hands and feet undesirable and grotesque.

After he met his roommate a week before the start of classes, they stayed up talking long enough to watch the sunrise.

They hit it off so well, friendship certainly seemed easily within reach. Even so, he pointedly avoided discussion of their future. He was afraid. The prospect of intimacy with anyone was unsettling to say the least. He could never trust his parents, and trusting his brother backfired spectacularly. Trust and getting to know someone made Ford feel out of his depth; an intolerable feeling.

Ford grew fond of Fiddleford anyway. He found him handsome and kind and an absolute genius and despite the pair's quirks and differences, they both flourished in their respective programs with each other's help.

A year after their first meeting, a new term is a week away. Ford refused to go home over summer break, and the estimated day of his best friend's return leaves Ford nervous enough to clean the entire room in anticipation. Everything has to be just right--there's even a gift of banjo strings on Fiddleford's bed, wrapped neatly--because maybe he'll summon the courage to open up this year.

Maybe. It's easier to clean and study than think about the ramifications of your soulmate discovering they don't like you, making every color a mockery of personal failure.]

ofc and so sorry for late reply

[mcgucket]

[Fiddleford can happily say that the summer break he spent with his family down in Tennessee was a lovely time, but honestly, he's eager to get back to school for the new term. It means another year closer to gaining the degrees needed for his out of school plans, and another year shared with his room-mate/best friend/soul-mate??

However, whenever he thought about bringing up that third one, he had always managed to talk himself out of it. It would be mighty embarrassing if he brought in a discussion about feelings that the other might not have for us otherwise. (It didn't stop Fiddleford from picking up a gift to give his room mate before leaving Tennessee though...)

Despite it being his room too, he actually knocks on the door first before barging in: it's the polite thing to do, to let the person inside know that you're here, after all.]

Stanford? I'm back!

[Is it okay for us to open the door, y/n?]

IT'S ALL GOOD MAN :>

[mviw]

[Ford jumps up from his bedside and topples over a small stack of books from his nightstand. They fall to the ground with a loud series of thumps and he scrambles to pick them up.]

Yes--! Fiddleford! Uh-- Come in!! The door is open!

[He really missed that sweet friend of his, and now that he's here the panic is beginning to set in. Ford reassures himself silently that everything is fine, it's just FINE, their room is clean and Fiddleford sounds cheerful enough.

Whenever the door opens, Ford is on his knees gathering a pile of books into his arms. He'd really like for things to go right.]

GOOD :3

[mcgucket]

[That sure was a loud series of thumps, but by second term, it should probably be considered a familiar series of thumps due to how many books the other man kept piled near him last year, and this year will likely be no exception.

Which may be why, aside from carefully checking to make sure that there isn't a stack of books ready to fall on us when we open the door here, he offers his friend an amused smile.]

Would'ya like a hand with those?

[Though, despite asking, he's already setting his bags down on his bed and making his way over with empty hands so that he can be of proper assistance with helping Stanford get these books back up from off the floor.]

[mviw]

["Would'ya like a hand with those?"

Ford can feel his face growing hot.] Oh, no thanks, I--

[What did we say about this, Stanford?] --Yes! Yes, please. [He smiles, and gathering up the books with another pair of hands is relatively easy.]

Did you have a good summer? It was really dull without you here, so I took the liberty of reading this semester's textbooks ahead of schedule. Fascinating stuff.

[And back the books go, onto the nightstand--in a much more sturdy pile.]

[mcgucket]

Oh yeah? You'll have to tell me about it--I tried readin' a few myself, but it was a tad too noisy to really dig into the meat of 'em while I was back home.

[Plus there was work to do around the hog farm; even a "fancy college boy" like him, as Thistlebert might say, wasn't above pitching a helping hand while he was there.

Fidds sets down the books he helped pick up onto a sturdier pile, considering them for a moment.]

D'you think they'd let us try to move a case in here for these books?

[... Though actually, the better question is if a bookcase would even fit in this dorm room to begin with.]

[mviw]

Hah! [Ford rises and dusts himself off, though he doesn't really need to, and grins.] We could string a better one together. [He clears his throat and briefly glances off to the side.]

Speaking of strings... I think you'll find a present on your bed. [Ford looks as sheepish as he feels.] And uh, we can look over my notes together once you're settled in.

[Oh God. He's trying. It's going very well so far.]

[mcgucket]

[... Oh my goodness, Ford got us new banjo strings, that's so sweet.]

Aww shucks, you didn't have'ta get me anythin'... though, ah, [And here, Fidds has his own sheepish laugh.] I guess we were both thinkin' of doin' somethin' for each other anyway...

[Because now Fidds is reaching to look through his own things to take out a present to give to Ford: it's a new book to add to Ford's collection, particularly one about the scientific findings of Nikola Tesla that Ford hopefully doesn't already own by now.]

I thought this might make for a good addition to your collection here... once we put together somethin' that can hold all of 'em, I mean.

[mviw]

[Suddenly, Ford wishes he'd put a little more thought into the gift for Fiddleford. His eyes widen and he takes the book.] I've been wanting this book for months! I had to save up for this semester's textbooks first, and then, I thought, I could...

[He glances up from the book's cover feeling a fluttering sensation in the pit of his stomach. It's not nausea though, it's... is that affection? Happiness, even? His smile blooms into a grin.]

Thank you. When you're settled in, would you like to read it together? I uh, I missed our discussions. I... [Say it, Stanford.]

I really missed you. This sounds silly but, when you're not around, seeing the world in color just doesn't feel quite right.

[He said it. He said it and he looks very sheepish and a little embarrassed, but saying it felt good and he hopes that was the right thing to do.]

[mcgucket]

[Oh my god.

Oh my god.]

Wow, that... that might just be the sweetest thing anyone's ever said'ta me. [We might even be swooning over here a little, but Fiddleford can't help but allow some momentary teasing to edge into his tone first as he puts his things away, perhaps more rushed and eager to be done with the task than before.]

What books have you been readin' lately to pick up smooth lines like that from?

[mviw]

[Ford keeps the book in his hands tightly, looking between it and Fiddleford, taking a seat on his own bed so he'll be out of the way.]

I-- Books? [It occurs to him he could have been reading books on pickup lines and wooing someone this summer... but he hadn't.]

I haven't been reading anything like that! I meant what I said. You're worth more than silly pickup lines from a book. [On second thought, maybe reading pickup line tips might not have been the best idea. There's that, at least??]

[mcgucket]

Really?

[There's a pause, a moment of hesitation before Fiddleford decides to just take the plunge, praying that he's not reading this wrong as he takes a seat next to Ford on the other man's bed here.]

I must say then, I'm even luckier than I imagined that I get to share a world in color with someone as creative as you are.

[mviw]

[Ford brightens when Fiddleford sits next to him. He folds his hands; a habitual gesture meant to obscure his extra fingers, though he knows very well by now such actions are unnecessary around his friend.

"Creative." It's usually "smart" or "intelligent" from other people and not many mentions of his creativity... if any that he can recall. And usually of course the adjectives are descriptive of Ford, not compliments describing happiness to be around him. Stanford is so accustomed to people wanting a piece of him, most just compliments stoke the fires of his ego like fodder. But with Fiddleford? All he has to do is just... be.

He hopes that's enough. Or not too much. Or... something. (Frustratingly, his brain's processing seemed to take a serious hit when it comes to matters of personal relationships.)]

Of course! You're the luckiest. Just imagine looking back on a lifetime of our achievements, ones we made together. [Ford folds his fingers a little nervously.]

I... I can't think of anyone I would rather spend a lifetime with. Maybe I'm the lucky one.

[mcgucket]

[Fiddleford brightens himself upon hearing that, at the thought that someone would consider themselves lucky to be with him.]

Looks like that makes us both 'bout as lucky as a blind hog findin' an acorn in wintertime.

[Or something like that, but then Fiddleford is reaching his hands out to place over Stanford's--there's a nervous sort of twitch to his own fingers, but that doesn't stop them from being there, an offer to even curl them around the other man's fingers.]

I really like that sound of that... achievin' and spendin' a lifetime together with you, I mean.

[mviw]

[Stanford laughs. That folksy saying is extremely apt, even though the hog would most certainly smell it out. He almost says as much, almost, but Fiddleford is taking his hand, curling his fingers around Ford's.]

Actually, I think--

[O-oh. His heart skips a beat. And then one more, hearing that his feelings are reciprocated.

Ford smiles, face lit up by the inner fire of actually being happy. He takes Fiddleford's hands in both of his--what he always felt to be grotesquely large ones.]

-- I... I think you're right, actually. Dr. Stanford Filbrick McGucket-Pines... and Dr. Fiddleford Hadron McGucket-Pines. [Nice save. His grin is positively dorky but no less sincere. A lifetime of being with Fidds, achieving things, accomplishing so much together, being ...married.

On an impulse, Stanford leans forward and kisses Fiddleford's cheek, he is so beside himself with joy.]

[mcgucket]

[nice save, buddy]

Really? And here I was thinkin' that Dr. Stanford Filbrick Pines-McGucket didn't have a bad ring to it either...

[Oh my god, did Stanford just--oh my god, he did, we are now officially swooning]

Hope you don't mind mean returnin' the gesture myself.

[Because if you thought we weren't going to kiss you back, you were wrong]

FINALLY I HAVE THE ACCOUNT

[sfyirh]

[Ford's confidence swells and his expression lights up more and more with each passing second.]

Would I mind? Not at all! I've never--no one's ever... [It's a little humbling, but so exciting too.]

I like Dr. Fiddleford Hadron Pines-McGucket too.

YAY

[mcgucket]

I reckon we'll have to brainstorm some more and decide on which one to use, but... we've got plenty of time to think about it together now.

[Hope you don't mind Fiddleford leaning against your arm here as he says so.]

[sfyirh]

[He feels like he's soaring, and he lets go of Fiddleford's hand if only to wind an arm around his shoulders. Now that he knows his affections are appropriate and reciprocated, he's warming up quickly to being close with someone. At last.]

I thought attending this school instead of West Coast Tech was going to be awful, but I've never been happier to be so wrong. I never would have met you. Hah, can you imagine? [...] Frankly, I don't want to.

[mcgucket]

Can't say that I want to imagine what the alternative would'a been like either.

[Not that he wants to say that he's glad that Ford was forced to go here instead of his original dream school, but it would have been pretty sad otherwise, you know?]

I'm happy that coming here gave me a chance to meet you too. [...] Could probably still do without the roaches, though.

[Backupsmore living standards kind of kills the romanticism, just a little. But Fiddleford is still happy nonetheless, reaching up to touch the other's hand from where it's sitting on his shoulder now.]

[sfyirh]

[Speak of the devil, but a very bold roach strides in from under the room's main door. Ford sighs, but noticing Fiddleford's hand, he places his free one on top of it (creating a hand sandwich, if you will).]

We'll rise above it together. [Together. Feeling Fiddleford at his side is quite the rush, and he doubts he'll ever tire of it. Intimacy with someone, whether romantic or otherwise, is such a novelty. Ford enjoys the sense of touch, feeling the slow rise and fall of Fiddleford's breathing and the gentle beat of his pulse.

Is it too soon to kiss him again? He wants to do this correctly. Just sitting with him like this feels amazing. Ford doesn't want to push it too far.

But he really would like to kiss him properly.]

Looks like we're going to have another contribution to the Entomology professor, too.

[mcgucket]

I reckon so... actually that one there might be the biggest one I've seen thus far since arriving back, come to think of it.

[But as long as it or any of its friends don't decide to crawl up onto the bed right now, Fiddleford can't say he would be opposed to kissing Ford some more, if the other would allow it...]

[sfyirh]

[Ford's smile is the goofiest he's ever felt he's made, but in fairness he is trying to figure out the trajectory of his face in relation to Fiddleford's in order for an actual kiss to work.]

If he stays on that side of the room, we'll be fine for now. [Say something more mood-setting than roach talk! Say something nice!]

--You have. Really nice eyes.

[...terrible delivery, genius. He goes for another kiss on the cheek instead, and he lets it linger, his nose brushing softly.]