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A reincarnated girl tries her best to live a safe life with her loved ones, far, far away from canon, but the universe just keeps throwing her under the bus (the metaphorical bus being those pesky curses and Jujutsu sorcerers).

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I would read so much jam timeloop you have no idea. I would eat it up like an animal. I would bite into it and shake my head around really fast. Oh i can be so normal about jam timeloop im being incredible average guy normal about it

Oh? You can be normal about Jam Timeloop now can you?

It would be... A shame... If some one were to drop a preview...

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You, yeah you! Do you want a not-really-soulmate fic that has tyrus, muffy, ambi, and wonah? Good, here you GO! *chucks fic into the internet and runs away*

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When you met someone important to you romantically, you were drawn to them. They weren’t soulmates, not really. You could still end up in a horrible relationship with someone who you don’t love or doesn’t love you. But, it’s a knowing. A knowing that, them, that person, that is who fate decided you were going to be with, at least for a short period of time. Everyone just called it ‘soulmates’ because that’s what it seemed like. But Cyrus, having four psychiatrist parents, knew it was much more complex. It wasn’t your perfect counter-part for who you were then, it was fate pulling you to someone you might date or who might like you. It was a feeling, not that describable unless you felt it. Which, until seventh grade, Cyrus never had.

Everyone seemed to expect and understand that the boys were generally going to be pulled toward the girls, and the girls would be pulled toward boys. Cyrus had met his two best friends Andi and Buffy in second grade. They were inseparable, the perfect balance of creativity, confidence, and caution. By the time middle school hit, everyone just assumed Cyrus would end up with one of his best friends, or maybe both at different times. But Cyrus never felt that thing, the feeling that he should be in a relationship with either of them. He loved them like he loved his family. He would never want to drift away from his friends, but the feelings the trio had for each other were not romantic. The trio going through sixth grade without any of them being pulled to anyone seemed to further cement that fate had something planned for them. But that all changed when they met Jonah Beck.

Jonah Beck. ‘How do you describe someone so incredible?’, Cyrus had wondered back then. But know, he could clearly see Jonah as he was. Flawed, imperfect, human. Yeah, he might be the literal embodiment of a neutron star and have the soul of a golden retriever puppy on sugar, but he wasn’t always that. As Cyrus and Andi were drawn toward him, they realized that he wasn’t all warm sand on a serene beach or a bubbling brook in a melodic forest. He was a beautiful vase worn and cracked by wear. But as Jonah became a full-fledged member of their group, the trio helped fill those cracks with gold, and Jonah was even more amazing when they saw what a genuine friend and human being he was. He was the whole in the group that they had been missing, a penultimate moment on the ever-winding road that would be Andi’s and Cyrus’s love lives.

Now, Buffy, she never felt that pull toward Jonah. She had entirely different problems, different feelings. Cyrus and Andi had been ready, willing, expectant of their first pull toward someone. Buffy was content to be who she was, she didn’t really think she needed anyone else besides her friends and herself. But, oh, had Marty been what she needed. It wasn’t that overwhelming feeling that Andi and Cyrus got around Jonah. It was a gentle whisper, a small tug that brought her closer to the boy with every second she spent with him. It was a stronger feeling than what she had with anyone. Marty was like a cool breeze you needed just then, the feeling of adrenaline pumping through your system the longer and harder you worked. He was the feeling of when you shoot a basket and you know it was going straight through the hoop. It was a feeling you didn’t even realize until it was gone and you were weary down to your bones. By the time Buffy realized what she felt, Marty was walking away.

The friend group had three massively different first ‘soulmate’ experiences. Two of them had been drawn to the same guy, but one had been much closer to an actual relationship, and another had lost her’s before she could find it. Their second ‘soulmate’ experiences, though. Those were something else.

Andi’s and Buffy’s second were both with the same guy, though Andi met him much earlier when she still felt things for Jonah. Walker Brodsky had been exactly what Andi, and later Buffy, had needed. He had been that stretch you took after slaving over homework for hours, the first rays of sunlight after a gloomy day. He had been the break from the unending drama and pining that the girls had. But in the end, he had just been another push toward Jonah for Andi, and a realization about her feeling for Marty. Luckily, fate had plenty more in store for him.

Cyrus’s also came while he still felt for Jonah. But, god, the feelings Cyrus had for TJ Kippen, even as friends, felt like being hit by a bullet train. TJ had the breeze beneath Cyrus’s wings that lifted him higher than he ever thought he would go. TJ was that two-out, two-strike home run, the storm that just pops into a perfectly clear sky that stayed for a week and kept coming back. He was like the humidity in the south, totally unorthodox and more than a little uncomfortable for someone not used to it, but once you are, you notice it’s disappearance like the loss of one of your hands. He was overwhelming and freeing all at once, a thunderclap and a lightning strike. He was a hurricane that had sucked Cyrus up when he wasn’t paying attention.

Where Jonah had been something undeniable, a crush you knew you were going to end up having, TJ was something that swooped you up and carried you off. You didn’t know where you were going, but you knew you were fine as long as they were there. Cyrus was swept up and quickly left Jonah behind. But a problem with this unpredictability, this polarizing personality, was that Cyrus got hurt. Hard. But Cyrus was lucky it was TJ because TJ would move heaven and earth to destroy anything that hurt Cyrus, even the harsher parts of himself. If anyone was Cyrus Goodman’s soulmate, it was TJ Kippen. And it only took him two tries to reach him.

If only the others were as lucky. Cyrus could still remember all the late night calls from Andi, the afternoons just sitting with Buffy in silence, and the gentle conversations and advice given to Jonah. Andi’s was probably the hardest to figure out, business with Jonah having jumbled things up. It started when they met Jonah’s first ‘soulmate’.

Amber Kippen was a shark in heels. Her blue eyes could freeze people where they stood and a flick of blonde hair was an execution sentence. She and her brother started as the kind of insecure that was masked by sharp words, withering glares, and underhanded acts. She was a raised eyebrow in your direction, an amused smirk where she tried to hide her growing smile. She was the dancer whose emotions turned as easily as her body, the kind of dancing that left your memory foggy after. She was act now and think when it doesn’t hurt anymore. Even after she opened up, she was reckless and judgy, but she was the life of the party and the person you called up when you just wanted to forget. Amber had just been Jonah’s way to Andi, and then later Walker, and Jonah had just been Andi’s and Amber’s way to each other. Amber sparked a fire inside of Andi, and Andi was Amber’s calming hand. The second time Amber and Jonah had gotten together, Andi had thought she was fine. When she realized she was jealous, she thought she was jealous of Amber, but Andi knew that if Jonah came asking to get back together, she wouldn’t do it. It was only until Jonah went to find his next pull did Andi realize how much she just wanted to exist with Amber. And so they existed together.

Buffy’s was by far the simplest but the hardest to convince. When the pull she had toward Walker drained away, she was practically flown into Marty’s arms. Buffy could still feel all the things she did for him, even stronger now, but she refused to acknowledge it. One: because he had a girlfriend, and two: because she was sure she had lost all chances with him. They danced around each other for months. It was exhausting for everyone to watch, and Marty’s girlfriend broke up with him when she realized what was going on. Even then they still didn’t get it. But they were like two magnets drawn together, and they were already together before they noticed what was going on. When they did, the tension grew to a boiling point, and of course Buffy had to burst. She had ranted for a while about how she felt and how she was sorry for pushing him away the first time. Marty, in his usual fashion, took it all in stride and when she was done had taken her hand and told her he didn’t care how long he had to wait, as long as she was waiting at the end of the road, he would walk it. It was very sweet, but Buffy still got embarrassed over it.  

Finally, there was Jonah. After Amber, Andi, a beautiful flower-crown of a girl named Libby, and Amber again, Jonah didn’t really feel pulled to anyone. He just wanted to be alone while he worked himself out, and Cyrus’s stepmom(who ended up as his therapist) said there was nothing wrong with that. Your pull didn’t have to be to a person, just anything that will help you along the track to who you’re supposed to be with. It wasn’t until sophomore year of high school that Jonah was pulled toward someone again. The aforementioned were all together and going strong when Walker walked back into the group’s lives. They had lost touch after middle school, but he moved and was now zoned for their school. They found out that he had dated and gotten dumped by Libby who was now going strong with the captain of the girls’ soccer team at their old school. Jonah was steadily drawn to the boy who seemed to make entire worlds come to life on canvas. Walker, Andi, and Libby all bonded over being pan and Jonah had known he was bi for a while. One day they were hanging out and Jonah was just strumming his guitar and humming when he realized that Walker was staring at him intently. He had asked what was wrong and Walker had replied that Jonah was just too pretty to not be painted and pulled out his supplies. Jonah had blushed the entire time and before he left, he asked Walker out. There were now several dozen pages of song lyrics and hundreds of sketches made by and for the couple.

So now, here they were. Amber had left for college and everyone else was know in their senior year of high school. All four couples were going strong, and even though they weren’t perfect, they were exactly what they needed. And even though Cyrus knew, he knew there were no soulmates, it was impossible to conceive futures where they weren’t together. Maybe it wasn’t the perfect math, but it sure was close.            

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(based on this post by the lovely @daddyrheeig)

Andi sat at the booth, anxious as she waited for Buffy and Cyrus to arrive at the Spoon. She'd look up every time she heard the bell chime, only to deflate when seeing another unfamiliar face walk in. She sank back into her chair with a sigh, mindlessly tearing a napkin into pieces while chewing on her bottom lip. Every now and then, she'd look up across the restaurant, behind the bar counter where stood Amber. The latter was staring at her with a frown, smiling whenever the eyes would meet before going back to work while Andi would go back to her nervous fidgeting.

She hadn't talked much to Buffy since the moon festival, nor had she reached out to Cyrus, knowing that whatever she'd tell him would get back to Buffy's ears. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't mind. They were the Good Hair Crew, they didn't keep secrets from each other. Or so she thought. Andi shook her head and dusted off her hands, trying to rid herself of the bitter thoughts, and let out an umptenth sigh. She stuffed her hands in the frontpocket of her hoodie, fingers brushing against the folded piece of paper she had read and reread, trying to make sense of the words. Not that they held that much meaning, nor did they make sense.

'I wish T.J would return my feelings.'

It was pretty straight-forward, and yet Andi had found herself coming up with one and a million explanations for it. The bell chimed again and she looked up, straightening when catching sight of Cyrus stepping in. She could barely heard whatever story was telling Buffy, the latter looking at the boy with fond amusement and raised eyebrows. Andi found comfort in the familiarity, smiling at Cyrus' exaggerated gestures and Buffy's mock annoyance. Maybe not much had changed. Maybe they'd be able to make sense of things.

Andi watched, her head tilted to the side, as Buffy turned around and waggled her eyebrows at whoever was standing behind her. She froze when seeing the familiar blonde streak in Walker's hair. And just like that, any semblance of normalcy vanished and Andi was back to nibbling on her bottom lip, practically tearing a hole in it. Enter reason #2 why Andi hadn't spent much time with Buffy since coming home.

Not that she didn't like Walker. Andi was pretty sure everyone liked Walker. He had slipped seamlessly into their friend group, getting along with Cyrus after only knowing him for few weeks. He'd probably get perfectly well with Jonah too. Which meant that the problem was probably coming fom her

“Hey,” Andi startled, looking up to find Cyrus walking to her booth with a grin on his face, “my favourite Andi!”

She scoffed, sliding toward the wall so he could sit next to her. “I'm the only Andi you know.”

“Which makes you the best,” Cyrus said, knocking her shoulder with his.

“Have you been waiting for long?” Buffy breathed out, sliding on the bench facing them. Andi felt her smile freeze on her face when Walker sat down next to her, an arm drapped over the back of the booth.

Cyrus nudging her ribs told her that she had been staring for too long. She cleared her throat, “Not really, just ten minutes.”

“And you didn't think to order?” Cyrus gasped dramatically, a hand pressed against his chest, “You know I can't function with the daily dose of baby taters!”

“Well then, you can use your functionning legs and walk to the counter to order,” Andi pushed him off, stifling giggles when he failed his arms, barey regaining his balance, “As a matter of a fact, Walker can help you with it. Allow us ladies to relax a bit,” she added hastily when seeing Buffy's cocked eyebrow, placing a hand on the table, palm up.

Buffy returned her smile and wrapped her pinkie finger around Andie's,waggling her eyebrows at Walker. The latter drummed his hands against the table before jumping out of his seat, tapping two fingers to his temple in a salute. Andi watched as he rounded the table and grabbed a relucant Cyrus , dragging him to the counter. Buffy let out a loud sigh and turned back to her, intertwining their fingers together.

“I feel like I haven't spent time with you since I came back,” she squeezed her hand.

Andi felt her heart clench in her chest as she squeezed Buffy's hand. “I saw you a couple of days ago.”

“Yeah, at a family party,” Buffy gave a light scoff, pushing her bottom lip in a pout, “I need some Buffy-and-Andi time.”

“Think Walker'll allow me to steal you away from him?” Andi retorted, covering her bitterness with a teasing tone.

Judging by the way her eyes narrowed at her, suspicious, she hadn't been that successful. Buffy withdrew her hands and leaned back in the booth, her arms crossed against her chest.

“What do you have against Walker, exactly?”

“Nothing,” Andi protested – loudly if the heads turning to look at her were anything to go by. She cleared her throat and leaned in, her voice softer, “Nothing, it's just-”

It was just that she hadn't been aware of Buffy's crush on Walker until she had came home to find the two dating. It was just that she found herself on the outside, watching her friends go on without her. It was just that she had found Buffy's wish and that nothing made sense anymore. It was just that everything was a mess. Looking up, Andi found Buffy staring back at her, an eyebrow raised and a finger tapping against her elbow, expectant. Andi inhaled before breathing out. Once. Twice.

“Do you like Walker, I mean like-like him?” Andi clarified when seeing Buffy's furrowed eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes. “Andi, we're not in kindergarten anymore.What kind of question is that?”

“Well, do you?”

“Of course I do. Why would I bother dating him if I didn't?”

“But what about T.J?” Andi pressed, getting slightly irritated because were they really going to keep beating around the bush.

Buffy spluttered, staring back at her with wide-eyes. There it is, Andi thought to herself as she stared back, nonplussed. She narrowed her eyes, trying to catch her squirm in her seat, a tint of pink on her cheeks. She tried to look for a tell.

“Kippen?” Buffy asked, her nose scrunched up and a grimace plastered on her face.

Andi sent her a blank look. “How many T.J do you know?”

She rolled her eyes, giving a small nod. “What about him?”

Andi resisted the urge to take the paper crumbled in her pocket and throw it in Buffy's face, forcing her to face the facts. Instead, she crossed her hands over the table and fixed her friend with a look. Buffy stared back at her, unfazed, and gave a light shrug, as if asking what. Andi let out a long sigh and shook her head.

“Come on, Buffy. It isn't fair.”

“What isn't fair? You ganging up on him all of a sudden? Cause I'll agree with you on that,” Buffy scofffed.

“To Walker,” she answered, swallowing a groan when Buffy shook her head, confused and irritated. It seemed she'd have to be more direct, then, “I read the wish you wrote after it fell from the lantern. Staying with Walker wouldn't be fair. To either of you. You both deserved to be happy.”

Buffy stared back at her, not blinking and looking like she was this close to sending her to a loony bin.

“'I wish T.J would return my feelings'? Ring any bell?”

The atmosphere changed as soon as the words left Andi's mouth. She watched Buffy's eyes get wider, her eyebrows raising to her eyebrows as she processed the new information. Had she been eating or drinking anything, Andi was pretty sure she'd have choke on it if her redenning cheeks and teary eyes. Buffy wasn't choking, though. She was laughing. Laughing so hard tears had began to form in her eyes. Not exactly the reaction Andi had been expected. If things hadn't make sense earlier, they still didn't now.

“You-” Buffy cut herself off, letting out a loud breath and wiping tears off her cheeks, “You think I like T.J? Kippen?”

“You like T.J??”

Andi startled when hearing Walker's incredulous tone, not having noticed the boy returning with baskets of baby taters. For some reason, Walker's intervention made Buffy laugh harder, attracting the attention of a few patrons. Walker cocked an eyebrow at her and Andi shrugged in response, as clueless as he was.

“I'm not, I'm not,” Buffy finally managed to say, clearing her throat and fanning herself with both hands, “Andi seems to think so, though.”

“But-” she started to protest and reached for the paper in her pocket, slapping it on the table as if to prove she wasn't insane, “what else is that supposed to mean?”

Coughing into her fist, Buffy took a few minutes to compose herself before she reached over and unfolded the note, her eyebrows furrowed. She snorted and Andi was afraid it'd be the start of another fit of hysterical laughter. She frowned when seeing Buffy's amused smirk, the latter using a finger the paper toward her.

“This isn't my wish, Andi.”

Her frown deepened. “Then who-”

The bell chimed.

They all turned their heads toward the door to find a fidgety Cyrus slowly moving backwards, milkshakes disguarded on the counter. As if feeling their stares on him, he let out a nervous laughter before mimicking a phone buzzing before getting his phone out of his back pocket. He avoided all of their eyes as he pretended to pick up, using his shoulder to prop the phone against his ear.

“H-hi, Mother!” Cyrus greeted in an overly cheery voice, “No, I don't mind taking care of Mrs Doherty's cat, not that I have anything better to do at the moment-”

They watched in silence as Cyrus pushed the door with his back, grimacing when the bell chimed again, and beat a hasty retreat. They were too enthranced by the entire scene to notice Amber dropping their milkshakes by, the latter seemingly distracted as she moved to another table. They watched as Cyrus disappeared from view, almost running. Walker turned back around in his seat with a thoughtful hum, stirring his milkshake with his straw while Andi turned back to face her, a knowing smirk plastered on her face and brown eyes shining with amusement.

“Huh,” Andi pulled a basket of baby taters to her, nodding to herself as she chewed on the food, “that makes more sense.” 

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On her twenty-fifth birthday, Sakura gets sent fourteen years back in time, thanks to a seal created by the Third Hokage. But before he'll send her back home, he has one little mission for her—convince Hatake Kakashi to become a teacher.

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Haruno Sakura would like the record to show that she never purposefully intended to go back in time, create Konoha herself, and become the Hokage. Nor did she ever, in a million years, think she would marry Uchiha Madara… but here she was. In the Warring States Period. Outside the temple, she built for Kurama. In a shiromuku next to Madara who looks stupidly handsome in his montsuki with the Uchiha fan on his back surrounded by her Haruno circle of unity. Hashirama is bawling in a pregnant Mito’s arms, Izuna is teary-eyed, Tobirama looks done with life as he hands him a handkerchief, and down below, the villagers throw petals in the air in celebration. Kurama, the backstabbing fox, sits atop his shrine altar, in a shrunken form, and looks smug as hell. How did my life come to this? Or Sakura gets sent careening into the Warring States Era due to a Uzushio ruin seal and decides to make it everyone else's problem. She’s never been patient and decides to create the village herself and bully the Senju and Uchiha into peace. Somehow, along the way, Uchiha Freaking Madara decides he likes the way she shatters the earth with her fist and demands she marry him.

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Sakura is accidently sent 15 years back to when Team 7 is just starting out. She knows Kakashi, but Kakashi certainly doesn't know her. At least...not yet. OR What is it like meeting the love of your life, before they even know what you mean to them? Love is not always on equal footing, but it can grow to be.

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When Tsunade left Konoha she stole someone on the way out-a child she couldn’t leave for Danzo to find first. Its in Kiri where her young apprentice picks up the most trouble and attracts the most attention. Or Sakura is teammates with Haku and Kimimaro and together they're going to tear down the rotten powers.