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#SanversWeek Day 7: Soulmate AU

So this was supposed to be a short meet-cute minific no more than 600 words and it is instead the potential start of an entire au that I want to write because god I love this Idea. 

On their 13th birthday they started wearing long sleeves, stopped talking to their best friend, Vicky, about soulmates, started scouring the internet, and got very, very afraid. Alex Danvers, on their 13th birthday learned something they hadn’t ever considered. Their soulmate is either a boy named Margaret Sawyer, or a girl.

Meanwhile 14 year old Maggie Sawyer is staring at everything she owns laying on her front lawn. Her parents are shipping her to Midvale to live with her aunt, because Maggie couldn’t hide those curly letters that make up Alexandra Danvers, forever. Not when she was constantly wanting to trace the letters hidden under her hoodie sleeves.

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This is inspired by the fact I can’t pay attention in my LA class. Enjoy!

Human’s can’t pay attention for shit, okay.

I’m not talking about ‘oh I zoned put for a minute whoopies daisy’ but forgetting what you are doing in the middle of doing the exact action. Human’s have such complicated brains, right? So, theoretically, we be able to concentrate for hours at a time. But nah. If our brain registers something as boring, it attempts to nope situation, because we need stimulus. If we don’t get it, our brain tries to force us to do other things - even if we can’t.

There was another post around here about how Aliens could hyper focus on certain tasks to get shit done (gotta hunt that down later for credit but its 12 am and im tired sorry) and how human’s being inpatient could confuse them. What about how human’s can think about multiple things at once? Like ‘No, Ari'ik, I’m not just making dinner at 7pm! Steven Universe comes on and I’m definitely not missing that. My nephew is being dropped off started. I need to have a play pen set up. My little sib is going to a sleep over and needs to be dropped off by 8. I have to pack eveyones lunches, clean the house, do the dishes, wash laundry, shower, and be in bed by 9.’ Don’t get me started on stuff like homework because I could probably rant until my lips fall off.

I don’t know if this happens to anyone else, but sometimes my brain wants to procrastinate so badly my words literally run into each other. A quick example of this; ‘And so Franny Devut is the true heroine of the story despite WHOISTHEMAIDWITHTHE BUTTERCUPHAIR her questionable WHOSLEEPSONMOONBEAMSANDDANCESONAIR methods of WITHTEARSMAIDOFHONEYANDAHEARTFULLOFBUNNIES obtaining WHOSINFINATEDVIRTUESAREKNOWWIDE IN FAAAARRRRRRRR information! ITSMEWNISOWNDEARESTOURPRINCESSSTAR’ I could easily see aliens sending in their small, day-dreamer human friend for an infiltration mission. The human gets capture for interrogation, but the mind reader can’t tell if they’re telling the truth or not, because who the fuck thinks about chocolate cake when standing in front of two intergalactic tyrants.

Feel free to add on to this if you want, it’s pretty short!

Dean covers his own mouth while Cas fucks him from behind, buries his face in the sheets to muffle the sounds. No one should hear him come apart. No one should see him this desperate.

“I want to hear you,” Cas gasps, voice thick with want, as if he’s a mind reader. Maybe he is. Cas thrusts again and Dean keens into his fist, close now, still hiding. “Dean,” Cas pants. “Don’t hide from me.”

Thrusting sharply again, Cas grabs Dean’s wrists, removes one from its purchase fisted in the sheets, the other from his mouth. He pins them both behind him.  Dean gasps in surprise, gasp turning into a moan as Cas brushes his prostate.

“Good,” Cas manages to get out, losing his rhythm now, and Dean can tell he’s close, too, that hearing Dean brought him closer to the edge.

“Cas,” Dean breathes, working this newfound power.  "Cas, fuck yes,“ and maybe he’s going a little overboard, but Cas is breathing heavier now, thrusting harder and faster and more irregularly.  He wrenches one last moan from Dean and then comes hard, collapsing onto Dean’s back, face in his shoulder, heat in Dean’s ass.

If I ever have an AU, it’d probably like a suuuuper peaceful no drama garden/florist story. Like as cool as all those genocide routes can be, I just like it peaceful and with a buttload of flowers

so here’s maybe what Chara, Asriel and Frisk would look like I guess??? 8DDD