‘ you know what your problem is? i’m too good looking. ’ ‘ god, what did you have for breakfast this morning? carnation instant bitch? ’ ‘ oh, is this what we’re gonna do today, we’re gonna fight? ’ ‘ because you’re breaking up the band, yoko! ’ ‘ an apple? where’s my candy, you son of a bitch. ’ ‘ she told me she loves me and then i told her i loved cake… ’ ‘ how’d you’d like to own a little bit of my foot in your ass? ’ ‘ look, if i could run across the beach into my own arms, i would. ’ ‘ you know he never liked phones. he said he could hear voices in ‘em. ’ ‘ when my time comes, i wanna be buried facedown so that anyone who doesn’t like me can kiss my ass. ’ ‘ you know what your problem is? you’re really cute… so no one ever told you to shut your pie hole. ’ ‘ god, we are such the… perfect couple? ’ ‘ you’re cold? well damn, i can’t control the weather! ’ ‘ the gym, or as i like to call it, the institute of things i can’t do. ’ ‘ well, i’d like to help but… not as much as i’d like not to. ’ ‘ don’t put me in your fantasies. i don’t even like being in your real life. ’ ‘ i don’t like people. i like rock n’ roll, sex, and pizza – in that order. ’ ‘ i’m not loving anybody that i’m not legally required to. ’ ‘ and if somebody doesn’t tell me i’m cute in the next five minutes, i’m gonna scream! ’ ‘ don’t hate me because i’m beautiful. ’ ‘ i can’t count on much in this crazy world, but i can always count on you. ’ ‘ i’m going to go out, meet some boys and crush their hearts one by one. ’ ‘ where zen ends, ass kicking begins. ’ ‘ you guys are fighting like cats and whores. ’ ‘ cake is good, but you cannot have sex with cake. ’ ‘ well, my head says no, but my heart says no. ’ ‘ the three true branches of the government are military, corporate, and hollywood. ’ ‘ hey man, if you don’t get caught, everything’s legal. ’ ‘ yeah, but god didn’t see that. i was in my van, and he can’t see through lead. ’ ‘ college is for ugly girls who can’t get modeling contracts. ’ ‘ college is for women who don’t want to marry the first idiot they meet and squeeze out his bastard moron children. ’ ‘ i was never happy. i was just less pissed off. ’ ‘ sometimes when i’m alone, i just love to cuddle. ’ ‘ i have a definite opinion on this… i don’t care. ’ ‘ when he’s unhappy, i know our relationship is in good shape. ’ ‘ all right, sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs put their foot in your ass. ’ ‘ that’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity. ’ ‘ we have some breaking news: i’m toasted. ’ ‘ but i don’t want to go outside. there are people out there. ’ ‘ oh, please. i’m a hot-looking, smooth-talking, frisky-assed son of a bitch. ’ ‘ no, i’m not pouting. that would upset our routine. god knows i wouldn’t want to move in a new direction and accidentally slip in a puddle of fun or anything. ’ ‘ i’ve just decided being sad is a waste of my time. ’ ‘ he called me ugly on the inside and the outside. i’m sorry, but he’s just wrong about the outside part. ’ ‘ i don’t really cook much. i just plan on getting by on my looks. ’ ‘ no, no, no, you just don’t move on from me. i’m like alcohol. you need a twelve-step program to break my smell. ’ ‘ you know, being here under the stars, sitting on the grass makes me really glad i’m not poor. ’ ‘ the person i love the most is me! ’ ‘ i was voted most popular, best legs, and now godmother? what can’t i do? ’ ‘ why am i alone and all of you less attractive people are happy? ’ ‘ it’s better to have loved and loss than to be butt ugly. ’ ‘ okay, i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: everyone loves me. ’ ‘ why get out of bed when you can read about people who got out of bed? ’ ‘ i got a lot of free time. i mainly use it to nap and cry. ’ ‘ i’ll just curl up in the fetal position and think about pancakes. ’ ‘ have you been in bed all day? ’ ‘ last night i only slept like… nine hours. ’ ‘ i pity you because you’re dumb. ’ ‘ responsible people don’t go around getting their nipples twisted. ’ ‘ they want to kill rock n’ roll because they know it makes us horny, man. ’ ‘ i would love car sex… or just sex… or just a car. ’ ‘ no, i don’t feel bad. i don’t feel anything. ’ ‘ man, think about it. we hold information that could crush the very heart and soul of one of our best friends… i live for days like this! ’ ‘ it’s like we’re too old to trick or treat and too young to die. ’ ‘ talking isn’t gonna help me, okay? what’s gonna help me is, like, drinking. ’ ‘ hey, yeah, that’s the worst idea i’ve ever heard! ’ ‘ i wish i was an octopus. ’ ‘ thanks, but i’ve gotta go to sleep because i have a big day of misery ahead of me. ’ ‘ life is too short to spend it with people who annoy you. ’ ‘ well, for your information, i’m already sorry i was ever born. ’ ‘ i don’t have a hickey. i was using a curling iron. ’ ‘ give me a reason why i shouldn’t set you on fire. ’ ‘ i’m a hottie, you’re a nottie. ’ ‘ prison is not an option for me, okay? i can’t pee in front of other people. ’ ‘ man, time really flies when you take two naps a day. ’ ‘ oh, no. now i have to act normal. ’ ‘ oh, i just remembered i can’t loan it to you on account of i hate you. ’ ‘ i’ve been diagnosed with a disease that makes me irresistible to women. ’ ‘ you know what the best thing god ever did was? boobs. ’ ‘ i’m like ketchup. i go good on everything! ’ ‘ when we were about to fool around and i said that i washed my hands, but i really just got done playing with like six dogs. ’ ‘ there’s a rabbit stuck in a tree and i want to return that rabbit to the wild so it can lay its eggs. ’ ‘ if this is about maturity then i want nothing to do with it. ’ ‘ a wedding without a trampoline? that’s crazy talk. ’ ‘ i don’t wanna blink ‘cause i’m afraid to miss even a second of your cuteness. ’ ‘ you seem normal around your family, but out in the real world, you’re kinda nuts. ’ ‘ i could get arrested. i could go to girl prison. this freakin’ rocks! ’ ‘ my parents are fighting all the time and they want me to choose sides, but i can’t because they’re both idiots. ’ ‘ why would sally sell seashells down by the seashore? i mean, that’s a terrible location for a seashell stand. ’ ‘ i’m not strong, but i know a lot of ways to destroy men emotionally. ’ ‘ i don’t have feelings for him. i just hate that bitch for making him happy. ’ ‘ i’m not jealous, i just want to pop that inflatable bitch and watch her fly around the room. ’ ‘ hello, it is me, the object of your desire. ’ ‘ i’m a beautiful girl with a shrill, demanding voice. i’m pretty hard to ignore. ’ ‘ a gold digger is what these idiots call a woman who knows that love eventually wears off, but money is forever. ’ ‘ you see, a more productive use of my time is revenge. ’ ‘ i cannot be held responsible for the things that come out of my mouth. ’ ‘ i don’t answer stupid questions. ’
I often look through my old mementos and they bring me back to all the adventures we had together. I used to see my future with you; we’d rent an apartment together and would laugh and joke about how we were such idiots as children. We’d gossip all day and all night about the hottest of guys and even the guys who broke our hearts. We’d bicker every now about what we were going to have for dinner and while you wanted a salad, I wanted pizza. We’d argue anything and everything but no matter how heated we got, we’d just end up laughing. Once we found our true loves, you’d move into the house next to mine. Our kids would be best friends just like us. We would tease them and embarrass them in front of their friends out of sheer pleasure and amusement. We would grow old together and remain best friends until the day we died. But when I look at my future now… you’re not in it. I am living by myself. There’s no one to laugh with, no one to gossip with, no one to bicker with, no one at all. I miss the future that had you in it. You weren’t my blood sister, but you were indeed my sister. Families are supposed to stick together but you left. I left. I still think about you a lot. We live in a small town so it’s hard to not reminisce the past. I wish that I could’ve been enough for you to stay but that’s selfish of me. You wanted more than I could ever give you and I cannot do anything about that. You wanted more friends even if that meant losing me in the process. You look happier. I guess I didn’t mean that much. I’m glad you found happiness with others. That’s all I ever wanted for you. Once my sister, now a stranger.
And I still miss you every. single. day. I feel like I’m on the verge of crying and I can feel a sword stabbing my heart. Everyday, I manage to still move forward and even though you’re no longer by my side, I’m relieved to know that you’re shining brighter than ever. // littlemissimaginary
Summary: I’m a realist who looks down on movie cliches. Bucky is an optimist who believes in true love. What happens when we make a checklist movie clichés and try to complete all of them in one week? (Modern-Day Alternate Universe)
Author’s Note: I felt like this fanfic was a little too specific to be a general reader, so I wrote it in first-person. I hope you guys like it. Let me know if I should do a part two.
Prompt: My friend dragged me to this party and I wound up talking to you about how much I didn’t like being here and you start smirking at me and suddenly my friend came up to me and introduced you as the host of this party and now I’m freaking out because I’ve just been telling you how awful it was for the past ten minutes.
Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader
Author’s Note: Even after writing this, I still don’t know what I would do in this situation. Hope you enjoy!
“Lizzy, I’m not doing this!” you whined from your place on your bed. Your best friend was currently raiding your closet, picking an outfit for you to wear.
“Oh yes you are!” she demanded, looking at a blue dress. “You haven’t left your apartment in two weeks except to get food!”
“I’m not ready to be around people yet…” you started. “I’m still hurt.” You were an introvert as it was, but at this time you especially did not want to socialize.
Lizzy sighed, then sat next to you on your bed. “Y/N, I know that you and Kijoon had a really serious relationship. But just because he hurt you doesn’t mean you have to torture yourself watching ‘The Notebook’ under your covers all day sobbing over an empty tub of ice cream. He was a jerk, and you deserve better.” She patted your back.
“Thanks Lizzy, but I’m still trying to figure out how to go on with my life. When I found out… I felt like collapsing…”
“Look, I’ve never been through the pain of being cheated on, and I can’t pretend to imagine it. All I know is that it completely sucks. However, I can tell you that the answer is not at the bottom of that bucket of cookies and cream. Why should you cry for someone who’s not crying over you?” she asked.
“That’s true…” you told her, wiping your tangled hair out of your eyes. “Maybe you’re right… I just need to force myself to interact with people this once, and then I can go on like normal.”
“Well that’s great, because you’re going to be the prettiest jewel there!” she smiled, whipping out her phone. “We’re getting a licensed expert’s help!”
“Lizzy, that’s a little extreme.” you laughed.
She rolled her eyes. “It’ll make this more special for you! If you look good, you’ll feel good! The party is at this guy’s HUGE house, and he’s pretty popular, so there’ll probably be a lot of people there. It won’t hurt to step it up a little.”
“Fine, but I’m not wearing a dress. Jeans are an essential.”
“You’re gonna wear a skirt then!”
“Just a little sweep of highlighter…. and…. done!” Nana smiled, setting down her makeup brush. “Go ahead and take a look!”
You walked over to your full length mirror. “Oh wow…”
Nana certainly was a miracle worker. The makeup wasn’t overdone, it was tasteful and refreshing, with peachy blush over dewy skin, shimmery eye shadow, thin eyeliner over natural eyelashes, and a little touch of red in the center of your lips. Your curled hair was textured and accessorized with a teal head band tied into a bow. The cream colored skirt and floral top that Nana picked out was certainly pretty, but not an outfit that you would pick for yourself.
“Oh my goodness, good work Nana!” Lizzy encouraged, smiling at her friend. “My Y/N looks so alive, you’d never even know a break-up hit her!”
“Thank you Nana. I must say, you do have great taste!” you told her. “I’ve just gotta grab some shoes and then we can leave.“
“Let me help you with that.” Nana said following you into your closet. “No client of mine will wear converse to a party!”
“Oh my goodness, there’s Sooyoung, she’ll kill me if I don’t say hi!” Lizzy told you as you stood together in the corner of the crowded room. “I’ll be over there for a few minutes.”
“No no no, Lizzy, don’t leave me!” you pleaded, but it was too late. She had abandoned you. An introvert’s stability relies on their extroverted friend being with them at every moment in new social situations.
You looked around, gripping your cup in your hands. You took a sip to refresh your dry throat. God, you felt so awkward. You didn’t know anyone here.
“Enjoying yourself?” a voice said. You whipped your head around, letting your hair fall over your shoulder. A tall and attractive man stood in front of you. You quickly examined his appearance. He looked really soft, but handsome at the same time. He had a friendly smile and bright eyes, which went well with his nude sweater and jeans ensemble. “I’m Chanyeol by the way.”
His warm vibe made you feel like it was okay to talk to him about your true feelings. “If I’m being honest, I’d rather be enjoying a large pizza on my couch and watching a drama right now.” you sighed, looking at the ground. “And I’m Y/N.”
“Are large parties not your thing?” he asked. You took notice of how his eyes seemed to assure you that he sincerely cared about what you had to say.
“Parties in general.” you told him, rolling your eyes. “They’re really dumb. Everyone crowded in one place making meaningless small talk over cups of beer.”
“Really?” he inquired, still looking interested in your conversation. “I love parties. Free food, new friends, fun times…”
You scoffed. “Oh come on. Look at this place, I get dragged out my house and get dressed up all nice and what am I offered? Generic corn chips and pretzels.”
He gave you a smirk. “So you don’t like it here?”
“I mean sure, its really cool big house, but I don’t see how people have such good fun here. I don’t feel anything but awkward.”
“How can you feel awkward with all these people here with you?” He asked, smile still wide on his face. He had a certain glint in his eyes, which confused you.
“You must not be an introvert.” you told him, looking in his warm brown eyes. “I’m wearing a skirt and frilly top when I’d rather be in comfy jeans and a two sizes too big t-shirt. Gosh, everyone can probably tell how out of place I am…”
“I don’t think so.” he told you with a small smile and a caring sparkle in his eyes. “I wouldn’t want you anywhere else than right here, with me.”
You blushed, opening your mouth to continue talking to him, but were stopped by a hand placed on your shoulder. You turned around to see your best friend’s familiar face.
“Oh good, you two have met!” Lizzy exclaimed, glancing from you to Chanyeol. “Y/N, this is the host of the party!”
All the color drained from your face as you widened your eyes. You gulped, slowly looking back at him.
“I must say Y/N, you’re unlike any other girl that’s walked through the doors of my house.” he smirked, walking away from your corner of the room. “Quite a mystery…” and with that he exited the room.
You smacked your palm on your forehead.
“Y/N, what the heck happened between you two?” Lizzy exclaimed, looking back and forth between you two.
“Oh, not much. I just ranted for ten minutes about how much I hated his party.”
So for the remainder of the night, you stayed attached to Lizzy’s hip, fearing another doomed social interaction. The party went just as you expected. Aimlessly wandering into different rooms to talk to strangers about work and school, cars and bills, you know, adult stuff. You watched others get drunk as they participated in games, shuffled through a lit up dance room, avoided getting hit by the beer pong ball, and as a cherry on top, almost got bulldozed by a passionate couple making out on the couch you were sitting on. Yeah, a real fun time.
“Can we go now?” you pleaded, throwing another cup of punch away.
“I guess I’ve forced you to be around people long enough.” she chuckled. You both linked arms and began to make your way towards the door.
“Wait!” someone yelled out. You looked over your shoulder to see him again. Chanyeol.
“Oh…” you started. “Listen, I’m really sorry about earlier, you really did have a nice party, it’s just that I’m-”
“Do you have a boyfriend?” he interrupted you.
You almost choked on your own spit. “Um, I, ah, I just-”
“She does not actually, she’s single.” Lizzy finished for you, smiling at Chanyeol in happiness.
He smiled, looking at the ground. “Do you want to go out with me sometime then?”
“But… I thought you said I was too different than all the other girls you knew… a mystery…” you stuttered, furrowing your brows.
“Yes… different than all the fake girls who put on false smiles and try to get with me for my popularity… God forbid a human being honest and not afraid to tell a random stranger who they really are. Plus…” he leaned in really close and looked into your eyes with a smile. Just when you were about to touch, he slapped a piece of paper in your hand. “I like mysteries.” He gave you a quick wink and then turned around and walked back into the crowd.
You stared at his back in disbelief. “What the actual heck just happened…”
“I’ll tell you what…” Lizzy said, smiling at you. “You just got that guy’s number! I guess it’s a good thing I forced you out of the house!”
On the walk back home, you smiled to yourself as you thought of the guy that was interested in you. His cute smile, his shining eyes, his warm and caring nature…
Lizzy was right. Just when you thought nothing good would come in your life… that you were so hurt that you would never be able to see anyone ever again… you met him. Fate took your crappy heart break, and gave you a bright, shining, new opportunity.
It was at that moment that you realized that you can’t ever give up on everything based on one mistake…. just like a baker doesn’t give up when the pie isn’t perfect, and a writer doesn’t quit because of one period of writer’s block… you couldn’t give up on loving people because one hurt you. And that’s really something every human should know.
Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this scenario :-) Chanyeol is seriously killing me with that cotton candy hair! *insert heart eyes emoji* Requests are always open!
Tessa: This is so exciting, we’re gonna be hanging out with you for the next few minutes I think.
Scott: I gotta get this outta the way
Scott: Who’s your friend? (Laughs) Get it Hoo? (Who) Nobody? Kay now I can continues, it’s like a sneeze, I gotta get it out. We got a cooler full of questions.
Tessa: Yeah, you wanna start us off?
Scott: Yeah I think I do! I think I do, this is very exciting.
Tessa: And I think you guys can write in and have questions for us too right?
Scott: Yeah so we’re just gonna have some fun (T: Alright) we’re hanging out..set my little cooler, it’s Saturday. Who has softer hair? I think we all know the answer to that. I mean… (laughs) No obviously you have softer hair and it smells nice…
Tessa: You have more hair though, somehow ummm (S: Why cuz I haven’t got it cut?) you got the flow happening (S: haven’t got it cut in so long?)
Where would you bury your hidden treasure? But then it wouldn’t be hidden you can’t tell anyone that.
Scott: Yeah how do you tell people? I guess you have to leave a map. It’d be close to Ilderton for sure for me.
Tessa: Yeah probably at my cottage.
Sorry (S: no looks like you’re going, you didn’t like the hidden treasure one eh?) No I didn’t umm What’s your favorite movie? Mine is… Princess Bride.
Scott: Like that. (T: classic) “Does anybody want a peanut?” That’s my best Fezzik the giant impression. (T: it’s good it’s great) Not bad eh? Mine is?
Tessa: Blood Sport? (S: yep)…You go
Scott: Oh see when I sit in the lawn chair (T: You just get..) S: and with the cooler like I just get…goes into autopilot. Hope you guys are having fun with us. What’s your favorite place in Canada? That’s great like when we do something that is broadcast like everywhere so we can’t pick favorites.
Tessa: You know we’re fortunate that almost every year we get to tour across Canada and our country never seizes to amaze me and it’s so wonderful how welcoming and friendly and I mean East to West we just get the best response uh I mean now Montreal because we are living there and training there and its been really special but..
Scott: Seriously you guys ever been to Ilderton, Ontario tho? It’s beautiful, love the people, come on down and visit us, door are always open.
Tessa: Oh that’s a good question, Who is the most stubborn?
Scott: (sarcastic) Yeah that’s a tough one eh? (T: You think so I don’t know) You..(laughs) look at that look!
Tessa: I thought me but I didn’t think you would think that. (Scott laughs) I am a Taurus so I am a little stubborn.
Scott: No I think you’re stubborn. (T: ok) Yep, in the good way tho, you’re not a bully about it you’re just….oh I love this one, Elvis or The Beatles?
Tessa: ooo Beatles I think for me
Scott: You know it changes, it changes for me (T: you went through a huge Elvis) I still am, I don’t think you have to pick, life isn’t about picking (Tessa laughs) but The Beatles I think when they came back and completely revolutionized their sound, it was unbelievable, and I think it completely changed it…and Elvis is the king so…
AN ~ I can’t remember who asked me for more of this one, but hey, I was in the mood for fluff & I think the FS fandom could use some right now. Tagging @delicatelyglitteryperson and @agentcalliope but this is for anyone who’s interested!
sequel(ish) to this. Coffee Shop AU. Fitz & Daisy, Jemma & Hunter, FitzSimmons. Read on AO3.
Fitz had big dreams, Daisy had to give him that, but between his hardware and her software knowledge, she wasn’t sure they were as far out of reach as others would have them believe. They weren’t home free – far from it – but they had an amiable and easygoing partnership going; a back-and-forward that Daisy hadn’t felt with many people in her life. She had always been the orphan, the stray; somehow always isolated from her peers, but here she felt respected. They were all misfits, of sorts, which probably helped, but Daisy didn’t mind that. She had a home here. And a job. And really good pie.
And with one project going so well, she was starting to think that perhaps it was time to turn her attention to another.
Jemma had just taken their order and Fitz watched her back to the counter, and stared after her as if he didn’t realise he was doing it, until Daisy nudged his foot with hers under the table.
“Why don’t you ever talk to her?” she asked.
“I talk to her. I just asked her how her mother was, didn’t you hear?”
Daisy rolled her eyes.
“I mean, why don’t you talk to her about real things? You don’t have to go straight up to her and tell her you like her –“
Fitz’s ears turned red at the thought, and Daisy grinned.
“- I mean tell her about your work or your favourite TV show or whatever British nerds talk about these days. Tell her something about yourself. Something she can judge you for.”
“I don’t think I’d put it that way,” Fitz retorted, although he was currently more preoccupied with figuring out how to act as casual as possible as Jemma returned to their table.
“It’s true, though,” Daisy continued. “You’ve got to take some risks. Argue about pineapple on pizza, I don’t care, but if I have to hear her recite the tea menu one more time I’m going to shove it up your- Hi!”
Beaming, she cut herself off and turned to Jemma to accept their incoming drinks.
“My good friend Fitz and I were just having a debate about…Doctor Who,” she suggested. Jemma’s eyebrows raised in recognition.
“Doctor Who? Really? I love Doctor Who!”
She glanced at Fitz, whose hands clenched his cup with excitement and nerves as he could feel Daisy staring him down, almost as powerfully as he could see the golden shine in Jemma’s eyes far too majestically from this angle. Swallowing hard, he dug up the words –
“Yeah, so who’s your favourite?”
“I rather like One, to be honest,” Jemma confessed. “Although, out of the new lot, Ten, definitely.”
“Oh, yeah, he’s great. I’m a fan of Eleven, too, myself.”
“I’d have thought you’d be a fan of Twelve.”
“Hm?” Fitz blinked. He hadn’t been expecting the conversation to get this far. “Oh, because – because he’s Scottish! Good one. Yeah. Yeah, no, he’s a good one too.”
“He is, isn’t he?”
Jemma stood, Fitz sat, and they stared at each other for a few seconds before Jemma turned away and – if Fitz was not mistaken, by the sound of her shoes – hurried back to the counter.
“He’s not my favourite,” Fitz continued quietly. “But Capaldi’s a good bloke. He deserves it, I think.”
“I definitely do not have enough of a clue what you are talking about.” Daisy held out her hands in surrender. “But hey, that wasn’t a complete disaster. You said words to each other, about things, it was good.”
Fitz sighed and slumped back in his chair, playing with a sugar packet between his fingers.
“Was it, though?”
“Because he’s from Scotland?” Jemma muttered under her breath. “Oh, good one Jemma, great one, you were having a perfectly nice conversation and you let it fall flat over an accent joke. Brilliant. Fantastic.”
“Molto bene,” Hunter interrupted, prodding Jemma from her hyperfocused cleaning mission with a grin. Jemma glared up at him.
“What?” He held out his hands innocently. “We did have free time in the army, you know. A man can have interests.”
Jemma harrumphed, reluctantly conceding. She returned to cleaning, but more slowly and with less focus this time.
“Has something caught…your interest, perhaps?” Hunter wondered, glancing between her and where Fitz sat across the room. “A certain other Doctor Who fan I know? With the brains to possibly one day build an actual Tardis?”
“No,” Jemma assured him. “Nooo.” But her brain was already working, wondering, trying to recall if she knew – where had Fitz studied? What had he got?
“Does he even know you’re a supergenius?” Hunter wondered. “You two should be taking over the world by now.”
“It hasn’t come up,” Jemma protested.
“Hasn’t come up?! Blimey. You two are even more hopeless than I’d thought.”
Jemma scoffed. She put her hands on her hips, sizing up to him and almost succeeding, despite her stature.
“And when, Mr Hunter, might you have had occasion to imagine the two of us being anything other than hopeless, hm? One might suspect that you have fingers in some pies you shouldn’t have, if you’ll pardon the pun.”
“No fingers,” Hunter insisted. “Just eyes.”
“What has he told you? What do you know?”
“Oh, come on, supergenius. It’s obvious, isn’t it? He likes you!”
“Likes me?” Jemma found herself surprisingly taken aback. Quieter, she repeated, “You think he likes me?” And it was her ears, this time, that were running through the shades of a rose garden. “But he didn’t even laugh at my joke!”
“That was probably because it was a bad joke.” Hunter winced exaggeratedly and Jemma baulked.
“You’re a monster.”
“I guess it could have been because his mind is so blown by your presence that he couldn’t concentrate on what was, I’m sure, exceedingly hilarious and witty.”
“That’s better.” Jemma stuck her chin in the air, leaning into the opportunity he was giving her to recover her dignity, but the blush didn’t quite leave her cheeks.
Wen Junhui was lucky. He didn’t have to scramble in every life to find his soulmate. No Wen Junhui was blessed with the ability to remember every single life he’s ever lived and therefore knows you when he sees you. The only problem was, he couldn’t see you in this life.
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If there is a single idea that was simultaneously both extremely hoped for and constantly debunked, it was the idea of soulmates. Everyone wanted to believe that there was someone out there that was just there for them and them alone. But how could they when marriages failed so often and couples still fought? How could a person be made perfectly for you yet still not fit you perfectly?
The thing about soulmates is that there’s no perfect fit, there’s only a best fit. People change, not just in one lifetime but across lives; it was impossible for two to change in perfect accordance with each other.
There are lifetimes when you may never end up with your soulmate and it just isn’t meant to be in that life. You aren’t meant to love each other romantically but rather serve as mentors or loving family to each other. Sometimes the age gap is too large, sometimes you don’t meet them until they end up married to your brother.