Big Mood

Big mood

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So lately there’s been a lot of scary things happening in media (journalism is dying and there’s huge media layoffs, Amazon, Disney and Netflix are taking over everything, etc). I want everyone to remember how truly amazing and unique AO3 is and the sheer amount of organization and work it takes for it to be independent - many of you on here are young and may not know how much it changed being a fan. Read your history.

So cute?? So pure??? He’s so precious, I’m squealing!

I love precisely one Prince~

(have some art, guys <333 I know I should post drawings more often, so I’ll absolutely try!! ;00)

Are you really…. not supposed to…. describe what your characters are wearing….

SoulService

Hiya! So recently, due to me taking 500-1000 word requests for sanders sides prompts, @ask-villegas-sides asked me to do a small fic for their sides. I wouldn’t usually do something like this, but it seemed like fun, and I had an awesome time writing it! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! 

I did end up going a little over a thousand words, cause I just couldn’t stop! :) It was super fun to write, and while I did take a few creative liberties, I don’t think I strayed too far from the original creative vision. Anywho, ask-villegas-sides is a super cool blog, and I hope that y’all check them out if you haven’t already! (I will be posting an edited version of this fic using the sanders sides names on my AO3 as well)

Prompt: Soulmate AU where everyone on their 20th birthday gets a text from SoulService, a trip planner specifically designed for finding soulmates, California man Lev certainly wasn’t expecting to be texted pre-paid plane tickets to meet his soulmate across the country in Florida! 

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“Oh, Lev, this is wonderful!” his mother exclaimed, practically dancing around his childhood pastel painted bedroom. “My little boy, all grown up and ready to meet his soulmate!” 

Lev’s heart was pounding, hands clammy as he stared down at his phone. The text tone had been like any other, and the notification from SoulService lay right under an unopened text from his friend Beckett, asking if he had left his hoodie at Lev’s. Would Lev be less nervous if his mother hadn’t insisted he come home for his birthday? Probably not. 

“Well, what are you waiting for? Look at what they wrote you!” His mother’s grin was wide, and Lev could feel his stomach twist. 

Hands shaking, he unlocked the phone, the message popping up on the screen:

Welcome, Lev Foster! SoulService wishes you a happy birthday, and a good life. Your message is as follows:

Greetings, soulmate. I’ve been waiting to meet you for three months now, and am excited at the prospect of getting to know you better. SoulService was kind enough to notify me that we live in two separate states, so I have taken the liberty of booking you a plane ticket to visit me out here in Florida. I prefer to speak in person, so I will disclose any of my more personal information after you land. I hope to see you soon.

Your message ends here. Thank you for using SoulService!

“Rather forward, aren’t they?” His mother was reading over his shoulder. “Asking you to fly all the way out to Florida.” 

But Lev was grinning, already clicking on the attached file. “Florida, huh?”

The week flew by, filled with packing and repacking, and packing again. Lev wanted to make cookies for the trip, but Beckett assured him that there would be cookies in Florida. Beckett also gave him lots of facts and tips about Florida, many of which Lev suspected were made up. 

“I hear that it’s overrun by alligators, and the people just avoid them where they can.”

“It’s so humid that it feels like you’re swimming through the air.” 

“Apparently, the old to young people ratio is three to one.” 

And finally, the day arrived. And Beckett had nothing more to say to him than a slightly teary (though he would never admit it) “Good luck.” Lev waved to his family as he left to look for his terminal. One slightly jittery plane ride to Florida later, Lev stood with his baby blue backpack, gazing all around at the hustle and bustle of this new place. 

Tourists were the first thing he noticed, heartbeat picking up a little as he looked left and right for the sign. They wore hats and Hawaiian t-shirts and were currently joining him in gaping at everyone and everything around them. Lev spotted a little boy, not more than two, give him a toothy grin and wave shyly at him. He beamed at the child, waving back. 

There was a small group of people waiting around and holding signs, most of them seeming bored or uninterested. It’s as good a place as any to try and find my soulmate, Lev thought, beginning to make his way over to them. He could feel butterflies in his chest even as he thought  of the word soulmate. 

He was coloring a picture of a butterfly. His mother sat on the floor next to him, braiding her long auburn hair.

“Everyone has a second half, Lev.” 

“Even me?” Lev’s eyes were wide, shining with childlike joy. 

His mother smiled at him endearingly. “Even you. And when you find them, like your father found me, the two of you will click. You’ll know them when you see them, for sure. They’re as much your beginning as they are your end. Fate has written the two of you together.”

His father was sipping his coffee at the table. “Your generation has it easy, kiddo,” he said, a small smirk adorning his face. “With SoulService technology, more people than ever find their one true match. And believe me, it’s not something you want to miss out on.” 

His father shot his mother another smile, as Lev felt his mind begin to whir, thinking about all the possibilities his future would hold. He doodled another, smaller butterfly next to the first. Would his soulmate be nice? If they were his other half, they had to be! Would they like coloring and puppies as much as he did? He sure hoped so! 

Lev bit his lip nervously, still dragging his blue suitcase behind him, as he looked over the people and their handheld signs. His heartbeat skyrocketed. There. Him. 

The young man in question was holding a plain white sign, the word ‘Foster’ written in black pen in the center of it. His handwriting was neat, methodical. He was wearing a black shirt, and a necktie. And almost as if in a dream, he looked up, and locked eyes with Lev. 

A small shock seemed to go through Lev’s body, and he all but floated over to the man with his last name. Finally in front of him, his tongue seemed too big for his mouth. 

“Greetings,” the man said, a pleasant smile adorning his face. “I presume that you are Lev. My name is Flint. I apologize for the somewhat sudden and forward action of inviting you to my home state, however I presumed that it would be optimal for us to meet as soon as-” his voice died in his throat, confusion and alarm making their way across his face. “You- you’re crying,” he stated. “Are you okay? Have I done something wrong?”

Lev stifled a small giggle, wiping his eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m just so overwhelmed!” he made out. “I’m here, with you, and you’re standing right in front of me, and you’re so cute and proper, and-” Lev couldn’t take it anymore, he all but tackled Flint in a huge hug, sending the both of them stumbling. “I’m just so glad that you’re here,” he whispered, grinning wider than he ever had before. 

He could feel Flint’s arms wrap around him as well, just as well as he could feel his smile, and the happiness radiating off of him. “Likewise,” Flint whispered back.