#wheehaw

Pleeeeease feel free to bug and/or bother me to your heart's content today because I wanna be completely distracted while I'm out when I can. I'm dealing with both my recovering injury and poor sleep together today, so I need any and all help I can get.

regardless, he hands her a small metal pin reading ‘ exceptional model of behavior ’ on it.

“i’m pleased to report that everyone who spoke with you reported that they’d do so again. in fact, one fellow participant said they were ‘starstruck’ after meeting you. what an odd turn of phrase.”

The verdict comes as little surprise to Goldmary, of course. She takes the pin with a pleased hum, pausing only to admire her vague reflection in its surface. Even her silhouette is dazzling. Of course she would score perfectly on a scale gauging likability.

It's only natural.

"Aw, why thank you!" She smiles, clearly delighted, before affecting surprise: "But oh my, starstruck, you say? Though it isn't my fault, I can but apologize if my mere presence has left this soul forever changed, longing after what can never be..."

Anyway.

Rating: Mature Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Mickey Smith & Rose Tyler, The Doctor (Doctor Who)/Rose Tyler Additional Tags: Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, Fluff, First Meetings, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Eventual Romance, Romance, young doctor, Young Rose Tyler, Gallifrey, Time Lords, Fairy Tale Elements, Academy, School, Regeneration, Angst, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, References to Depression, Friendship, Best Friends, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Telepathy, Strangers to Lovers, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Fear of Discovery, First Kiss, OTP Feels, First Time, Discovery, Dark Doctor (Doctor Who), Partial Mind Control, Mild Blood

Summary:

The little boy born on Gallifrey knows his soulmate is somewhere, sometime, out there. The little girl born on Earth doesn’t know her life has always been tied to another.

The little boy just needs to find her. The little girl just needs to wait for him.

[Prompt-Fic | Soulmate AU | Ten x Rose]

It isn’t an accident, by any means. He means to say it, but it’s supposed to be more of a joke. Instead, it’s a joyous proclamation of sorts, an announcement. It reads like that at first, Lyle and Julian both doubling over with laughter, but then Chris’s own surprised laughter trails off and he finds himself saying “that was cute!” with genuine fondness, as if he didn’t expect it. He repeats it once again as their characters lean up against each other, Ding Dong’s avatar with its arms around Julian’s own slumped avatar, two champions rejoicing after a fight.

And Ding Dong’s quiet but it’s because he’s smiling, face ducked down, his smile so big it hurts as Chris manages out one more “aw...” as Julian continues to laugh with such earnestness, such joy.

That’s his man, alright.

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They’re cresting the hill then and he stops, pulling Georgie back. “Hey!”

“W-w-who are they?”

Two silhouettes, two unfamiliar figures on top of the playground jungle gym. Their laughter drifts over to them. A boy and a girl. You knew everyone in Derry. No one came here for the summer, no one new ever came along at all. The last time Bill had heard of someone new it had been five years ago when “Crazy Ben” moved in to the dilapidated house down the street, taking it over from old Ms. Hanscom. No one dared talk to him, not with his overgrown yard, the tired slope of the roof nearly collapsed on itself.

“I don’t know. Let’s go say hi!” And just like that George is slipping away from him, nearly tumbling down the hill.

Hey guys! I’m actually doing something that ISN’T oneyplays! This was partially inspired by @tozier-troubles and @beep-beep-richie-trashmouth, who made an AU photoset of the Loser’s Club as supernatural creatures.

They stare at each other then. “You just had to be you, didn’t you?” It slips out before Julian can help himself. There’s really no way of describing it. Like Psyche’s pull to Cupid, it was all consuming and undeniable.

“I could say the same thing about you.”

[ fleeting snow ]

She’d find no stickler for rules here - not unless those rules happened to benefit him enough to be worth his while. (And the thought of invoking this rule in particular, if only to grant him some peace and quiet was, on the cusp of such.) Nonetheless, he bit his tongue, flicking another dart at the board pinned to the far wall of his room.

Serra was talking about... something. Sweets, maybe. Or was it about Lord Hector’s continued denial of her requests for a vassal of her own? Or had the ‘conversation’ moved past that by now?

Having run out of darts, he shifted from his bed and stood to go and fetch them.

“Serra,” he interrupted mid-sentence. “Keep that up and you’ll have my neighbours knocking at my door. Inside voices, aye?” He brought a finger to his lips. Shhh. “Anyway, if you’re gonna keep the both of us up,” a joke, really - Matthew didn’t know what it was to sleep early, “you could at least feed me some new gossip, stuff I haven’t heard before.”

He winked.