Can you do #8 on the soulmates au list for David please? Btw I absolutely adore your writing style and the new fanfic you're working on ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
(I almost made myself cry while writing this one so enjoy the David feels)
Word count: 1,349
The neat, round letters had written themselves onto your right hip with a pleasant warmth as soon as you turned 18. You had no idea what they meant, or what context they were delivered in, but you loved them nonetheless.
‘We’re here to have a great summer, and remember kids, Campe Diem!’
You couldn’t lie, every summer since you had first seen it you were more concerned with finding your soulmate than actually - as the writing said - having a great summer. Countless hours had been spent pouring over each individual word, as if the inflection placed on the word ‘to’ would lead you any closer to your soulmate.
“Go to a summer camp. What’s the worst that can happen?”
A summer camp did make the most sense. But as a camper or counsellor? You lifted the hem of your shirt to peek at the lettering (even though you had every word memorised) and traced the smooth curves of the neat handwriting. ‘Kids.’ Your soulmate was addressing children, and your mind immediately pictured a tall man with a large smile and a bag of trail mix at his side. Counsellor it was, then.