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it’s ur friendly neighborhood me here to say pls check out my imagines blog if u haven’t already bc that would be super cool and i will kiss ur face if u do but only if u want me to
if u don’t want to go through the whole master list (bc holy fuck is it long), here are some of my personal favorites that i’ve written over the last 4 years i’ve been writing!!!
Beautiful // Michael Clifford (Blind AU)
Wherever You Are // Ashton Irwin (Royal AU)
When You Feel Too Much // Calum Hood
Fix a Heart // Luke Hemmings (Apocalypse AU)
Diamond Girl // Maxx Danziger (YouTuber AU)
Somebody to You // Ryan Follese
Just a Dream // Marshall Traver (Soulmate AU)
Unconventional // Cody Carson (Soulmate AU)
How You Get the Girl // Jamie Follese (Soccer Player AU)
Destined to Explode // Alex Gaskarth (The Voice AU)
Things You Said // 5SOS
Bad Boy Ashton (Blurb - no title)
Happily // Michael Clifford (Dancer AU)
The First Daughter // Luke Hemmings (Secret Service AU)
Truth or Dare // Ashton Irwin (Frat Boy AU)
Attention // Marshall Traver
Code Blue // Calum Hood (Soulmate AU)
Mistakes I’ve Made // Alex Gaskarth
Heroes // 5SOS (Doctor AU)
(that turned out to be a lot more than i intended to link, i’m sorry)
word count: 2423
requested by: none
pronouns: she/her
warnings: none
fandom: marshall traver
au type: exes, buzzfeed (clickbait i know im sorry)
summary: you finally find out the reason the love of your life broke your heart
inspired by: Glamour’s “The And” (x)
authors notes: uhhhh i'd like one "just fuck me up, fam"
other parts: one / two
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"I did not let you win!" Marshall insisted, walking you up the stairs to your apartment.
"Marshall, when have I ever beaten you at bowling?" you laughed.
"Fine," he huffed, "I let you win."
"You can't try to convince me I won on my own when both of us know how bad I am at it," you teased, pulling out your key and unlocking your door.
"Y/N," Marshall said, making you look at him. His hand was on the back of his neck and he was rubbing it nervously. "Can I..." he trailed off, but you knew what he was wanting to ask.
"I don't kiss on the first date," you shook your head, "You know that."
"But you kissed me when I asked you out!" he pouted.
"I wasn't really given much of a choice," you reminded him. His pout only became more prominent, making you laugh again. "We're starting over, remember?" you murmured, moving one of your hands to his cheek.
"I know," he sighed, "Can I at least hug you?" You smiled at him, your hand sliding off of his face so you could wrap your arms around his neck. He held your waist tightly – the way he would when you were together the first time around and all he wanted to do was know you were there – and you felt him kiss your ear.
"I had fun tonight," he said softly, feeling you squeeze him a bit.
"Me too," you whispered, "Thanks for taking me out."
"Anytime," he chuckled, both of you letting go at the same time, "I'll call you."
"When you get home?" you wondered.
"Yes, I will let you know I got there safe," he grinned. You mirrored the gesture, leaning in and pressing your lips to his cheekbone.
"Bye, Marshall," you murmured into his skin. Once you pulled away, he put his hand on your jaw and brought you back to him so he could kiss your forehead.
"Bye, Y/N," he returned, and you then watched him head back to the stairwell so he could head home before going into your own.
~
Three months later
You and Marshall had been dating for a couple months now and you could honestly say you were happier than you'd been in a while. Despite already knowing everything about each other, there was this sense of something new in the relationship that wasn't there before. You didn't have the slightest clue as to what that something was, but it was definitely a refreshing feeling nonetheless.
You were over at your sister's house one afternoon, lazily lounging around. You'd been spending time with her and her six-month-old baby, but since she was now down for a nap, the two of you were just watching television in the living room. There wasn't much conversation happening – you both were pretty into the show you were watching – but when it went to commercial, your sister decided something was bothering her.
"Hey, Y/N," Sierra said, making you look over at her, "You okay?"
"Yes..." you trailed off, the confusion in your voice incredibly obvious.
"Hmm," she hummed, shrugging to herself, "Something about you seems a bit off lately."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know," she answered honestly, "I just feel like something's bothering you." You were silent for a moment, causing Sierra to perk up slightly. "Is something bothering you?" she asked.
"It's nothing," you insisted, not wanting her to worry about it – it really wasn't that important, to be honest.
"C'mon, Y/N," she urged, "You're my sister; Nothing's going to stop me from worrying about you." She smiled when you let out a breathy laugh – she could always tell why you hesitated to talk to her. The smiles faded when you sighed lightly.
"I just want everything to go back to how it used to be," you mumbled, "You know, with Marshall."
"I thought you wanted to start over?" Sierra furrowed her eyebrows.
"I do," you confirmed, "I want him to prove he deserves my trust again... But I miss sleeping in the same bed and telling him I love him and kissing him for no reason and hearing him say my name in his sleep..."
"Then why don't you just do it?"
"Would you do all that with someone you've only been seeing for three months?"
"No," she smiled again slightly, "But this is different. You and Marshall aren't strangers who met on a trip to the store anymore. I get that he fucked up and you're both starting over, but this is a different thing now, Y/N. You were fine with going slow when you first met him, but you and Marshall have already gone through the beginning phase. You both know each other inside and out and I know that circumstances are different mentally, but there's nothing wrong with wanting the physical parts back right now. If you want to kiss him, then kiss him. If you want to sleep in the same bed again, ask him to spend the night. If you want to tell him you love him, tell him you love him. The only person stopping you from doing the things you want to is yourself." You stared at the hands in your lap for a moment, really taking in everything she said.
She was right; You knew she was right. You and Marshall had already done that awkward phase of small talk and getting to know each other – you'd been over it for quite some time now. And maybe you didn't know whether or not he was ready to do the things you used to again, but that was only because you hadn't actually talked to him about it.
"I hate when you're right," you grumbled, making Sierra laugh – not too loudly so it didn't wake the baby, but just a little louder than she'd been laughing previously.
"I feel the same when you are," she returned, making you chuckle that time.
"I should be heading home..."
"Tell Marshall I said hi," she smirked.
You rolled your eyes, "Goodbye, Sierra." She grinned, getting up and walking with you to the door. "Give David a hug for me," you told her, putting your jacket on. She nodded as you continued, "And I'm serious, okay? Whenever you two need a night to yourselves, I'll watch Britt."
"Thanks," she smiled gratefully, "I'll let you know." You gave your sister a hug before walking out of the house and heading to your car to go home.
~
Upon arriving back at your place, you sat around, mentally debating with yourself again for a good two hours before finally deciding to take your sister's advice. She was right; Maybe Marshall had screwed up, but it was really saying something that he was so committed to fixing his relationship with you that he was willing to completely start over just to prove to you that you could have what you used to with him again.
So you swallowed the lump in your throat and texted Marshall, asking him if he wanted to spend the night with you. He immediately texted back asking if he should bring popcorn, making you laugh. When you were together the first time around, he would – for some reason – always show up to your apartment with a bag of popcorn to share as you watched movies to lull you asleep. You replied with a cheeky 'What do you think?' to which he only responded with the popcorn emoji, and you knew he was on his way.
~
The moment Marshall walked through your front door – he didn't bother knocking anymore unless it was locked – you happily sprung up from your seat on the couch and trotted over to him. You grabbed the popcorn box from his hand and continued on into the kitchen, hearing him laugh as took his jacket and shoes off.
"I'm starting to think you only invited me over because you're out of popcorn," he mentioned, following you into the room and leaning back on the counter.
"Maybe I did," you shrugged, putting a pack in the microwave and turning it on. The two of you made small talk – asking about the other's day and whatnot – until the beeping cut you off. "Oh, before I forget: Sierra says hi," you relayed your sister's message, pulling the bag out of the microwave.
"Hi, Sierra," he chuckled softly, "How is she? I heard she had a baby not too long ago."
"Six months ago," you nodded, pouring the popcorn into a bowl, "She's good; They don't get much sleep right now, but they're good."
"David still working graveyard shift?"
"No, he got promoted to assistant manager last month," you smiled to yourself, remembering how proud you were of him when they told you and the family at dinner one night. You then turned to Marshall, "Did you just come over because you want to talk about my sister?" you pouted jokingly. He simply laughed again, coming over to you.
"Maybe I did," he pressed a kiss to your forehead, taking the bowl and heading back to the living room while you got drinks from the fridge.
~
Four hours later
The end of the second movie you'd been watching started to roll its credits, but you'd been fast asleep long before – Marshall just didn't have the heart to wake you up, taking advantage of you subconsciously curling yourself into him every time you got cold. But, wanting you to be comfortable as you slept, he decided to take you to your bedroom before looking for another movie. So he carefully got up, turned back to pick you up, and carried you to your bed. As careful as he was though, you still started stirring when he laid you down, mumbling softly as you opened your eyes.
"Go back to sleep, princess," Marshall said, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He tried to walk away, but you grabbed his hand and refused to let him go.
"Where are you going?" you whined lowly, making him chuckle.
"I was just gonna watch one more movie and sleep on the couch," he told you.
"No," you pouted, pulling him back toward the bed, causing his legs to hit the side of your mattress.
"You wanna sleep together?" he asked, earning a happy hum from you, "Well, can I at least go turn off the TV?" You huffed in annoyance but let him go anyway, hearing him laugh to himself as he left the room.
Marshall came back not even a minute later, making sure your front door was locked along the way. He was surprised that you wanted to sleep in the same bed with him since you were 'starting over' and he knew you wouldn't have someone stay the night only three months in, but he certainly wasn't going to complain.
He returned to you lying off to the side of your mattress, signaling to him that you were giving him the open spot. When he laid down under your blanket and made himself comfortable beside you, you immediately scooted to him. You put your head on his chest, your arm was lying on his stomach so you could hold his shirt, and your legs were tangled with his as you got comfortable yourself. Without hesitation – as it had been something he did every single time you laid together – one of his hands went to the back of your head while the other came to a rest at the bottom of your waist.
"You must trust me quite a bit if we're already like this," he mentioned softly, his fingers playing with your hair.
Marshall felt you let out a shaky breath, which understandably worried him. He knew the shaky breaths and tightening fingers on his shirt was signs that you were moments away from crying – and when he moved his hand from your hip to your cheek to make you tilt your head up so he could see it, his heart sank at the sight of the tears already welling up.
"Y/N," he frowned, wiping your tears away from both eyes the best he could with one hand, "Why are you crying? Are you that tired?"
You responded by using your elbow to push yourself up so you could bury your face in Marshall's neck, snaking your arm under his neck and holding him tightly. His arms wound around your waist, pulling you on top of him and hugging you just as closely as you were hugging him.
"I don't like going slow," you whispered between your quiet, broken sobs, "I don't like not sleeping with you and not waking up beside you and not kissing you and not listening to you sing while you write songs and not coming into the room when you catch me eavesdropping so you can sing to me what you just wrote... I don't like not loving you... I just want to love you..."
"I just want to love you too, princess," Marshall murmured, pressing his lips to your ear.
"I miss you," you whimpered. You heard Marshall take in a deep breath, no doubt to keep himself from crying as well.
"I miss you too," he promised, his grip on you only tightening.
"Am I allowed to say I love you again?"
"Do you love me again?"
"Yeah," you whispered, feeling him smile.
"Then yes," he told you.
You propped yourself up on your forearm with the intent of wiping your face, but Marshall beat you to it. He brought his arm up, getting rid of the tears the best he could with one hand, and then left his hand on your cheek. Your own hand – the one that had been holding his shirt – moved to rest beside his neck so you could play with his hair. You were about to open your mouth, but he beat you to speaking.
"I love you, princess," he swallowed thickly, almost as if he were nervous you wouldn't say it back even though you'd just practically admitted it not even 20 seconds ago. The corner of your mouth twitched slightly and you felt his body relax underneath you.
"I love you, Mar," you whispered, taking the initiative yourself to lean down and press your lips to his. Marshall sighed in relief and kissed you back roughly, happy that – for the first time in over four years – he wasn't dreaming anymore.
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other parts: one / two
master list / master list for mobile users
you can also check out my last imagine here, my to do list to see what’s coming up, and click here to go to the page for my calum fic :)
Other BuzzFeed AUs: Luke / Ryan / Calum / Ashton / Michael / Marshall
Other exes AUs: Ryan / Nash / Ryan / Alex / Jack / Cody / Ashton / Luke / Alex / Calum / Marshall / Ashton / Ashton / Ashton / Michael / Luke / Michael / Marshall / Luke / Luke / Calum / Marshall / Luke / Cody / Cody / Ashton / Maxx / Marshall / Trevor / Luke / Ashton
Note: Any title with * at the end may be triggering
Any title with ♬ at the end means writer’s favorite
Any series with ✓ at the end means completed
Any series with ∞ at the end means ongoing
All Marshall Imagines
Don’t Let Me Go
↳ marshall freezes up when his best friend tells him she loves him. now, he’s determined to fix it
Shut Up and Fix Me
↳ you finally meet your roommate’s boyfriend’s best friend, but you forgot he’d spent the night at your house
Secondhand Embarrassment
↳ waiting on one of your worst tables somehow ends in a date
Until You’re Mine ♬
↳ your soulmate’s first words are tattooed on your body; you’re incredibly tired of being reminded that no one’s first words are ever ‘i love you’
Love Story
↳ you’re in a secret relationship with the prince from the neighboring kingdom. that turns out to be a problem when you’re informed of your upcoming wedding
Off Limits ♬
↳ your brother has always been against the idea of you dating his best friend. until one day, he isn’t
Attention ♬
↳ marshall hasn’t been giving you the attention you need, but don’t expect him to realize it on his own
Won’t Let Go
↳ marshall begs you to tell him to let you go; you can’t force yourself to do it
Dial Tones ♬
↳ marshall regrets breaking up with you, but fate would give him one more chance to make things right
Fireworks
↳ maybe before forced to go to your best friend’s fourth of july parties would finally pay off after all
Worthless
↳ you’re getting real tired of your ex-boyfriend telling everyone you still belong to him
Clueless (Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3) ✓
↳ you’re surprised when the your partner for an english project – one of the most popular kids at school – insisted you don’t do it by yourself
Picture Perfect
↳ you go to your favorite amusement park for the senior field trip and meet the cutest boy while there
Hands to Myself
↳ meeting your boyfriend’s parents is a lot more interesting when he’s not allowed to make a sound
Wasted
↳ marshall has since moved on to bigger and better things, but he’ll never forget the girl who supported him since the beginning
The Longest Ride (Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3) ✓
↳ you return to your hometown to cover the texas state rodeo championships and interview last year’s winner – the only problem is last year’s winner is your ex-boyfriend
Everything Has Changed ♬
↳ you tell marshall you’ve got a date to avoid listening to him talk about his new girlfriend, and he’s not too keen on who you’ve got a date with
Just a Dream (Part 1 * / Part 2 *) ♬✓
↳ you only go to the funeral to support your best friend, and your world comes crashing down when you realize your soulmate is the one in the casket
Marshmallow
↳ your boyfriend is ready to beat the shit out of who hurt you, but all you want is cuddle up and forget about it
The Last Dance (Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5) ♬✓
↳ you hadn’t even been a princess for a month when you were just thrown into the lion’s den, but a certain prince is more than happy to help you out with that
Who to Love
↳ you ended your relationship with your soulmate only to discover a whole new tattoo the next morning
Because I Knew You
↳ you hadn’t planned on telling anybody you were auditioning for america’s got talent, but your boyfriend found out anyway
The Way Things Were (Part 1 / Part 2) ♬✓
↳ you finally find out the reason the love of your life broke your heart
word count: 1429
requested by: none
pronouns: she/her
warnings: none
fandom: marshall traver
au type: soulmate, best friends
summary: you ended your relationship with your soulmate only to discover a whole new tattoo the next morning
inspired by: @my-imagines-moonlight53 (x)
authors notes: none
other parts: none
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You didn't understand why the world was so against you. You'd done everything right – you went through school, got a decent job, bought a nice apartment... But something, as with all the other winning streaks in your life, just had to go wrong.
And you must have totally fucked up this time – you must have cursed every single god known to man a thousand times over – because this was the worst thing that possibly could have happened.
Okay, maybe it wasn't the worst thing that could happen and maybe you were being a bit dramatic. But it might as well be the end of the world now.
Everyone was born with this tattoo – a unique symbol that perfectly matched only one other person's in the entire world. You were as excited as ever when you finally found your person after 24 years... Until you actually got to know him.
It wasn't that Tyler wasn't a good guy, he just...wasn't who you imagined your soulmate would be. You always pictured someone strong and adventurous and not afraid of anything life had to throw at him.
But Tyler...
Tyler was the kind of guy that movies made fun of. And sure, maybe he had his own apartment, but don't let that fool you – his parents were paying for it. Now, there was nothing wrong with getting a little help every now and then when you could barely make rent, but to have your parents be your sole source of income at the age of 27 because he didn't have a job and was never searching for one? He might as well still be living with them – you know, be a decent person and save them a few hundred bucks a month.
Your only solace in this whole situation – your one source of laughter when you were having a bad day – was your best friend.
You and Marshall had known each other for a while – he would come into the coffee shop you worked at every now and then, becoming a regular once you both started talking. He was your comedic relief for everything in life, really. No matter what mood you were in, Marshall always seemed to make it a hundred times better.
You learned very early on into the friendship that Marshall had never had a soulmate tattoo. You'd heard about it happening before – people being born without one – but you'd never actually met anyone who didn't have one until him. You never went too much into it though, knowing it made Marshall uncomfortable and even sad at times to think about not having a soulmate for himself.
But that didn't mean you never talked about yours with him. And that also didn't mean he was never willing to listen.
It was one such night – you were at Marshall's apartment watching movies as you two did every Saturday night. It was your turn to pick the movie, but you hadn't been paying attention to any of it, finding yourself lost in your thoughts. But by the time he noticed and went to ask you, you could already see him watching you out of the corner of your eye. So you started speaking.
"Maybe I'm not meant to have that 'lifetime of happiness' everyone keeps whining about," you sighed, more to yourself than to Marshall.
"Why don't you just end it?" he asked, muting the television to give you his undivided attention.
"Ty's my soulmate," you shook your head, "I'm supposed to be with him."
"But you don't love him, Y/N," he told you.
"You don't even have a soulmate," you murmured, "You wouldn't understand."
"No, I understand," he said firmly, "I understand that you don't love him and you don't look forward to spending time with him anymore and you don't want to leave because you're 'meant to be with him' or whatever. But not everything in life was meant to be easy – not everything is going to make sense. And, to be honest, it's kind of stupid that you're throwing away your potential of finding someone you're truly happy with all because one little mark on your body is trying to tell you who to love."
~
One week later
Marshall's speech had really been eating away at you for the last six days. You knew he was right – you'd known for a long time that he was right – but for whatever reason, you just couldn't make yourself break up with Tyler. Until one day, you did.
It was the Thursday after movie night that you found yourself at Tyler's apartment with the intent on breaking up with him. He refused to acknowledge what you were saying at first, giving you the soulmate excuse, but you pushed through and ended things anyway.
But that wasn't why you were storming into Marshall's own apartment the following morning.
"This is such bullshit!" you exclaimed, making Marshall raise an eyebrow as you came into the kitchen with him.
"What is?" he asked when you walked over to where he was standing at the counter waiting for his coffee to finish brewing.
"I broke up with Tyler last night, right?" you huffed, sitting yourself down on the countertop, "And he started whining about the whole soulmate thing and how 'we're supposed to be together forever', but I still did it anyway! And when I left his apartment, my tattoo was gone! And it was nice to know that I wasn't destined to be with Tyler, but can you guess what I found when I woke up this morning?! Just guess, Marshall! You know what?! Don't even worry about it! I'll tell you right now! It was a new fucking tattoo right where the other one was!"
You angrily pulled the sleeve of your jacket down to show Marshall the brand new tattoo on your wrist. You didn't even notice his eyes widen as you continued on your rant.
"Maybe I won't ever meet this new person," you said, leaning back against the cabinet, "Maybe I'll just barricade myself in my apartment for the rest of my life and have one of those subscription boxes of international foods be my meals and sign up for one of those sites that pays you for having opinions be my source of income. Soulmates are bullshit and so is this damn tattoo. I never want to meet this person."
Marshall didn't say anything for a moment, but when he finally did, to say you were shocked was an understatement.
"What if you've already met him?" he asked simply.
"How could I have already met him?" you rolled your eyes, "You're the only person I've seen since it showed up."
Marshall didn't say anything – he just put his forearm down on the counter beside your thigh, his wrist up so you could see the brand new tattoo that perfectly matched yours. Your heart skipped a beat and you had to force yourself to look away and back up at him.
"When did you get that?" you whispered.
"This morning," he said lowly, his thumb running over it, "I tried washing it off in the shower but it wouldn't budge. Didn't even realize it was a soulmate tattoo until I saw yours." He then looked at you once again, "Guess that means we're soulmates then, huh?"
"What happened to that 'one little mark can't tell you who to love' speech?" you asked, a small smile pulling at the corner of your mouth. Marshall simply grinned brightly at you.
"I've loved you long before this thing this ever showed up," he said, making your heart skip a beat, "I guess it was just what I needed to finally be brave enough to tell you."
"Yeah?" you murmured, "So what do we do now?"
"Well, I can tell you what I'd like to do," he replied, smirking slightly.
"Maybe just showing me would be easier though," you suggested.
Marshall let out a soft chuckle before moving to stand between your legs. His hands landed on your hips while his forearms rested on top of your thighs. Your own hands automatically went to his cheeks as both of you just stared at each other for a moment.
"I really do love you, Y/N," he swallowed thickly, almost as if he was nervous you wouldn't say it back.
"I love you too, Marshall," you whispered, pulling his face to yours and kissing him like this was all a dream you'd wake up from at any moment.
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master list / master list for mobile users
you can also check out my last imagine here, my to do list to see what’s coming up, and click here to go to the page for my calum fic :)
Other soulmate AUs: Marshall / Luke / Calum / Calum / Ashton / Luke / Michael / Ashton / Michael / Cody / Calum / Marshall / Marshall / Luke / Zach / Trevor / Maxx / Awsten / Ryan / Ashton / Calum
Other best friend AUs: Ian / Jamie / Jamie / Josh / Ryan / Ryan / Tony / Ryan / Ryan / Cody / Jamie / Ashton / Cody / Michael / Luke / Ryan / Jamie / Calum / Ashton / Jamie / Cody / Calum / Calum / Jamie / Maxx / Michael / Luke / Luke / Michael / Ashton / Cody / Maxx / Jamie / Calum / Ashton / Luke / Michael / Cody / Calum / Ashton / Ashton / Ashton / Maxx / Luke / Calum / Ashton / Marshall / Maxx / Ashton / Ashton / Marshall / Luke / Calum / Luke / Michael / Calum / Ashton / Ashton / Luke / Calum / Luke / Ashton / Ashton / Michael / Ashton / Calum / Trevor / Luke / Calum / Luke / Michael / Zach / Ashton / Michael
