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[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

[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.]