cover wrist tattoo

A half full coffee mug

Hi everyone! First of: A massive thank you to @stylesamaya16 for requesting this one shot. I really hope you like it. Second: Thank you so much to anyone who reads the stuff I write. It makes me very happy. 

In this one shot, Y/N is CEO Harry’s new assistant, whom he really likes to poke fun at. That is, until one evening on which Y/N has finally had enough. 

Picture is not mine, but has been granted to us by someone generous on the internet. 

I flinched at the burning sensation of hot liquid spilling over the edge of the cup and onto my fingers and hissed as pain shot through my hand. To my relief, none of it had dripped onto my shirt, as a stain would have surely been enough reason for my boss to pick on me, something he did on a daily basis. It wasn’t that he was particularly mean or rude, he simply enjoyed to poke fun at someone. I often explained it to myself by thinking that his unprofessional behavior was due to him being fairly new to the CEO position. And though I usually knew how to take a joke, since he was my boss I didn’t know what to answer to his teasing and remained quiet most of the time. After all, he was the reason I could pay my rent and afford living in the city. Of course me staying quiet, led to him teasing me further and with that the circle was full and my days at work painful.
I was pulled from my thoughts as his voice ripped me from my thoughts.

“Where’s that coffee, Miss Y/L/N?”

Mr. Styles appeared in the doorway to his office. He grinned upon noticing my struggle at holding his stacks of paper and tilted his head to the side before disappearing again.

“Coming!” I quickly answered and ushered forward to follow him.

Mr. Styles already sat behind his desk again, a frown overtaking his lovely face and both his hands massaging against his temple, just by the edge of his short, brown hair. I observed the sleeves of his suit slipping down so that the tattoos on his wrists became visible, yet only partially as I had never fully seen them before. Tattoo covered wrists wasn’t something I would have pictured on a business man and CEO like him and due to the white shirts he sometimes wore, I knew his chest was full of black ink as well. Just another reason as to why I sometimes found myself struggling to understand, how he had ended up in a job like this. A manager of a music company, when he would have fit so much better onto the stage himself. But those days were over, as I was told by one of my coworkers after I had asked about his reasons to start a company by himself.
I put the coffee cup down by one of the many piles of paper on his desk. The only answer I got was a short nod and I turned to walk out again, but stopped when he called me back.

“Is there something else I can do for you, sir?” I timidly asked.

Mr. Styles huffed before pushing his chair back and getting back up. He came to stand in front of his desk and leaned against it.

“There is, actually. I will need you to work overtime today. There are three more contracts I need you to go over for me before I can sign them.”

“Okay.” My voice stayed calm and neutral, but on the inside my blood boiled. I could have cried. This job had me on my feet and running errands for him from 5:30 am until 6pm and now he expected me to work overtime? I could barely stand properly anymore.

“Tracy can’t stay, because her husband won’t watch the kids tonight and Jeremy will be attending a conference in California tomorrow. That’s why I need you to do it,” he explained.

I shook my head in understanding. “Of course. I’ll go finish the scripts you gave me this morning now so I can start on those contracts as quickly as possible.”

Mr. Styles crossed his arms over his chest and nodded. “Good. I’ll have Tracy leave them on your desk before she leaves.”

I nodded and turned to leave again. Just when I was about to close the door he added: “And thanks for half the cup of coffee. I assume the rest is decorating your skirt?”

I looked down to my legs and felt a rush of heat shoot into my cheeks upon seeing the large brown stains covering both thighs. Mr. Styles seemingly found my embarrassment amusing as he grinned and lowly chuckled.

“Suits you.”

I bit my lip and fought back the insults laying on my tongue. “Thank you, sir.”

I pulled the door close behind myself before pressing my eyes shut. I wished upon the floor breaking open so that it’d swallow me whole. Or even better: swallow him whole.

“He isn’t being easy on you today, is he?” Tracy, my coworker,  asked as she stopped to stand before me, a sympathetic smile playing on her lips.

I shook my head. “He never is.”

“I find him quite a charmer, though,” she said and winked at me as she adjusted the folders she held tightly in her arms.

I shrugged and brushed at the stains on my skirt which looked as if they wouldn’t dry any time soon. “If he is, then I haven’t seen it before. Personally I think he’s less charming than he is an inconsiderate prick.”

Tracy laughed at my words before shaking her head. “Stay strong Y/N. You’ll see, he isn’t that bad.”

….

My gaze had long drifted from the text in my hands to the window from where I could see that the world had turned dark. It felt peaceful as well as upsetting. My eyes were heavy and I reached up to rub them, as I was normally long in bed by now. The pile of scripts and contracts I was to go over just didn’t want to get any smaller and the constant ache inside my head didn’t make it much easier to stay concentrated either. I jumped at the sound of a cup being placed on my desk. I looked up and was surprised when my eyes met the familiar green ones from my boss, who stood leaning against the side of my desk. Harry crossed his arms over his chest.

“Thought you might need one,” he said and motioned to the cup of coffee before me.

I took it and thanked him quietly. “It’s becoming a struggle to keep my eyes open.”

“I’ve noticed,” Mr. Styles answered, yet for once he didn’t sound as pretentious when he spoke. “It was my turn to bring you one anyway.”

“Not really. I’m your assistant and you’re my boss. It says in my job description that I have to tend to your every need. Don’t think it says so in yours.”

“Doubt it does. Why would one of the conditions to be in my position be to tend to my own needs.”

I didn’t answer his remark and refrained from rolling my eyes when he smirked down at me. I watched him reaching out and pulling the papers I was holding out of my grasp. I leaned back in my chair and watched his eyes move as they went over the text, noticing their puffiness and how much messier his hair was since I had spoken to him last this afternoon. It seemed as though he wasn’t well rested himself. Mr. Styles shook his head and tossed the papers away.

“No wonder you’re close to falling asleep. This is a pure bedtime story.”  
“Well, I appreciate the coffee,” I replied and gave him an appreciative smile.

“I hope you do.”

Mr. Styles grinned widely and I frowned, unsure what it was that amused him so much. He kept his expectant gaze on me before I lifted the cup up and peered inside. I rolled my eyes and set it back down without taking a sip. “Half full. Funny.”

“Oi, she bits back,” he chuckled, mischief sparkling behind his eyes as if he had been waiting for me to react annoyed.

Maybe it was to blame on how utterly tired I felt or maybe it was simply that I had had enough of it, but I decided to give in. He wanted to see me angry? Fine. After having worked my ass of for months for him now without ever getting anything back other than constant nagging and making fun of me, I could give him angry. Easily.

“Are there any more jokes you would like to play on my expense tonight, or may I resume the work you have given me? I’d like to go home at some point. Preferably before tomorrow,” I said, my voice calm but laced with tension and annoyance.

The smile faded off Harry’s face and was replaced by a frown. He uncrossed his arms from in front of his chest and instead rested them on the desk. “How have I angered you?”

I huffed at his question and shook my head. How could he be so ignorant to believe everything he did was instantly hilarious? This man just didn’t know when to stop, as if he had never been denied anything ever throughout his entire life. This only angered me even more.

“Right now?” I asked in a challenging tone, “Or any other time? It’s kinda difficult to choose and I’d need you to narrow it down a little, because there are too many times to count!”

Unsure of what exactly had gotten into me I pushed away the piles laying close by, nearly knocking over the coffee, before I shot to my feet. I bent down to reach for my bag before slinging it over my shoulder, my hands shaking visibly as I rambled on.

“You fail to take anything I say or do seriously! It doesn’t matter whether or not I do something right or wrong because you always try to make fun of me anyway! Even when it’s something as stupid as stains on my clothing! I mean, what is this all about?!”

I angrily pushed back the chair I had been sitting in. Mr. Styles watched my movements, looking at me as if he couldn’t believe what was happening right now.

“On top of it all you have been having me work for ten hours now! I am so sick of you doing anything in your power to make my time here unbearable and ensure that I feel miserable by the time I’m allowed to go home!”

Mr. Styles held up both hands in defense and backed a way. “I explained to you why I needed you to stay,” he spoke, “and I just brought you coffee.”

Tears shot to my eyes and heat to my cheeks. He watched with his mouth wide open as I completely let my nerves get the best of me. My cheeks flushed and I noisily sniffled.

“Only to play a joke on me. Again.” I sobbed. For a minute I had believed there was a decent bone in his body and that he had truly tried to do something nice for me. I shook my head, not feeling embarrassed at all, too exhausted to care, really.

“I’m done,” I said, “I quit.”

My hands frantically pulled the hair out of its ponytail as I pushed past a speechless Harry Styles. That certainly wasn’t what he had expected when he had come up with his brilliant joke, but my head pounded and my nerves had been robbed of their last strength. I was about to reach the door when he found his voice again and called after me.

“Y/N wait! You’re right. Shit, don’t leave. I’m sorry!”

He hurried after me and reached out to pull me back by my arm. I hissed at the contact and shrugged him off to which his face fell even more.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, “I didn’t realize I was pushing it too far.”

“Mr. Styles-”

“Call me Harry, please.”

I brushed away the left over tears from my cheeks. “Okay. Harry, I don’t think I can work for you any longer. It has gotten pretty obvious to me that I fit into this company.”

Harry sighed and shook his head. “Fucking great.” He exhaled heavily before brushing both hands over his face. “I always mess it up, don’t I?”

He stared at me with his brows furrowed and his mouth open and I suppressed my surprise at hearing him swear.

“I’m sorry?” I asked, confused at his words. He could admit when he messed up?

Harry fumbled with the tie around his neck to loosen it up and released a tired sigh. “I was told managing my own record company would be difficult. But i didn’t think keeping my assistant would become the problem.”

“Find yourself one who puts up with your childish shit and it won’t be,” I spat, somehow unable to bite my tongue and I was about to turn around again when he reached out to pull me back once more.

I expected him to yell at me, but he didn’t seem to be pissed him off at my snarky remark. Instead he nodded in agreement. His eyes bore into mine.

“I don’t want to look for a different assistant, Y/N. Please stay.”

I shook my head. “I can’t.”

I lowered my head and adjusted my bag. “Have tracy pack my things, will you? I’ll pick them up tomorrow.”

Just as my hand touched the door handle, Harry’s touched my arm in a strong hold. I was about to push the door open when he pulled me back further so I was flush against his chest and his eyes stared into mine for only a moment, before he leaned down and brought my face closer to his with his hand. I only got to look into his green eyes for a moment, before my lips were captured by his. I couldn’t even react properly, his forceful kisses leaving me breathless and my mind dizzy. He was kissing me fully and had both of his arms wrapped around my waist tightly. I couldn’t have escaped, not even if I wanted to.  I whimpered when he pushed his tongue against my lower lip and reached up to wrap both arms around his neck, standing on my tiptoes until he pulled me up and off my feet, so we could be even closer. My head was spinning and all I could focus on was the feeling of having his warm mouth against my own. I melted into him. Into Harry. My boss. Harry.

My hands fell down to his shoulders and I forcefully pushed against him. He reacted immediately and pulled away, letting me down to stand on my own feet again.

“I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. His cheeks were rosy and his lips swollen. “Could’t have let you leave without-”

“What was that?” I wondered, finding it difficult to wrap my had around what we just did.

“A kiss,” he answered and reached down to hold my hand. A smile graced his lips when I didn’t pull away.

We still stood between the desks of the deserted workplace, the room dimly lit by the laps light in his office.

“I noticed,” I said and stared at his ringed hand holding mine tightly. “You’re my boss.”

“Am I? So you won’t quit?”

I stared at him. “You’re my boss! You employ me, Mr. Styles! You can’t just kiss me like that!”

“Harry. And you kissed me back, Y/N,”  he retorted as his thumb drew circles over the back of my hand, his voice much calmer than my desperate one.

“Kinda difficult not to with your tongue in my mouth,” I argued, finding it unbelievable that he thought he could just shrug this off. It didn’t seem to be a big deal to him, while to me it most certainly was.
Yet I couldn’t deny that holding his hand felt good, just as kissing him had. It was wrong, I knew that, but at the same time, there was something there that pulled me to him, no matter how annoying he always behaved around me.  

“You-” Harry began as he swallowed hard, “I’m sorry if you feel like I overstepped a line. Oh god. Did I force you into this? I thought you felt it, too, Y/N. I didn’t realize…”

He shook his head and let go of my hand before taking a step back. “I can write you recommendations and make sure you get a well payed job.”

“Harry-” I tried but he shook his head once more.

“It’s alright,” he interrupted me quickly, “It’s the least I can do after being so horrible to you, you feel like you can’t work here anymore.”

“I’m so confused,” I admitted, “I don’t even like you.”

“Ouch,” Harry spoke half-heartily, his voice full of defeat.

“But,” I began, trying to find the right words to express how I felt, “there’s something… there.”

“There is,” Harry answered slowly, “Have felt it for a long while now, you know.”

“But there shouldn’t be,” I continued, “it’s inappropriate.”

Harry stepped closer and carefully reached out his hand for me to take, which I did just as slowly. He smiled and stared at our interlocked fingers. It surprised me how easy it was to allow him to touch me when I still felt a rather strong dislike towards this man.

“Maybe if you’d allow me to take you out for a drink? We could forget about work and head to the bar around the corner. Get to know each other a little better.”

And though I knew it was a bad idea, all I said was: “Let’s go.”

….

“And that,” Harry explained, “is how I got the job I have now.”

“Hm. You traded traveling the world and performing for working behind a desk all day,” I pretended to think for a minute and took another sip from my Cosmo, emptying the glass, “No. Don’t get it. Does explain your tattoos, though.”

Harry chuckled before turning to the bartender, ordering two more drinks for the both of us.

“Let me pay,” I said and fumbled with my purse, “I already owe you three.”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Generous. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Harry barked a laugh and took a sip from his gin-tonic. “You won’t give me a break, am I right?”

“Nope. Neither did you give me one over the past months, did you?”

He raised his glass in a toast, “Touché.”

I giggled, enjoying the feeling of alcohol running through my veins, the taste still present and sweet in my mouth. Maybe it was the alcohol consuming me, but I had to confess that I was actually enjoying myself quite well.

“But,” Harry continued, “you have to admit. I’m not as bad as you thought I was.”

“That is true,” I replied and squeezed his hand.

Harry smiled warmly at me and played with the ring decorating one of my fingers. I watched him with curious eyes and reciprocated his smile as it once more occurred to me how insanely handsome he was.

“Bar’s closing in 10 minutes,” the man who had served us our past rounds informed us.

“Already?” I asked and Harry sighed.

“I’ll bring you home,” he said, “Is it close enough to walk? ‘Cause neither of us should be diving right now.”

I nodded. “It’s about three blocks away.”

My heart skipped at the thought of spending more time with him and actually have him walk me home, like it happened in movies after the date was over. Only that this wasn’t a date and I could most certainly not afford falling for my boss, no matter how utterly charming he had proven himself to be. I needed to remember that. Once outside, Harry generously handed me his jacket to keep me warm and protect me from the cold.

“So,” Harry began, “I’ve talked an awful lot about myself. It’s your turn, love.”

“Well, I have an apartment about 10 more minutes away, which I share with one of my friends from collage,” I replied and reached for his hand which he happily let me take, “I’m more of a cat person than I am a dog person and given my slightly intoxicated state I have no problem with admitting that I find you really hot. Have even before I sort of began liking you.”

“So you do like me now?” Harry wriggled his brows and chuckled.

“The forth drink did the trick, honey,” I answered.

“I always liked you, you know?” Harry muttered and squeezed my fingers.

“Really?”

He nodded. A slight blush rose to his cheeks and he bit down on his pink bottom lip.

“Right from when you first walked into that office. You just looked too enchanting. What do you think why I was trying so hard to get you to laugh about something I said?”

“All this time when you were making fun of me, you were really trying to make me laugh?” I asked, unable to keep the coo out of my voice.

“Thought we could have some inside jokes, you know? Messed that up, obviously.”

“A bit,” I confessed.

Harry shook his head and yawned noisily before continuing, “Didn’t mean to hurt you, Y/N.”

“I know that now,” I replied and surprised the both of us by leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.

We spent the rest of the walk in silence until we reached my apartment building. If this morning someone would have told me I would be in the situation I was in right now, I would have never believed it. But now it was as if there were two Harrys and two Y/Ns. The Harry I was with now was nice, warm and caring.

“We’re here,” I announced to my displeasure as we stopped in front of the building. Harry slowed his steps and turned so he stood before me.

“So. Will I get to see you tomorrow? At work, I mean.”

“Sure,” I replied and smiled. The thought of quitting had long left my mind.

“I really want to kiss you again,” Harry sighed as he reached up to caress my cheek with his finger.

“Do it then.”

He smiled softly before connecting our mouths in a kiss once more. I hummed and leaned in further to which he answered by moaning against my lips. I pulled away and he sighed, his eyes reflecting all the emotions that were cursing through my veins as well.

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Night, boss.”

“Don’t start something now that you can’t finish, darling.”

….

The next morning I walked into the office with an uncomfortable feeling nestled deep into my stomach. I felt as if I had written “sucked boss’s face off” written all over my forehead anytime one of my coworkers looked at me.

“Hi, sweetie,” Tracy greeted me as she walked by, “you alright? You look tired.”

“It got late last night,” I replied, trying to keep the blush from rising to my cheeks.

“Miss Y/L/N? A word please.”

I flinched upon Harry’s serious tone and quickly said goodbye to Tracy to follow his request. Once I entered his office he kicked the door shut and pushed me back to press me against the hard wood.

“Morning, baby,” he whispered hotly before pressing his lips to mine in a hungry kiss. I kissed him back but hesitated and turned my head only moments into it so I could break away again.

“Harry, someone could see-”

“Let them,” he hummed as he pressed open mouthed kisses to my neck and shoulder, “Things are going to change around here, baby.”

And with his lips on me and his arms wrapped around my body, I couldn’t find it in me to fight it any longer. I surrendered to him and allowed myself to be consumed by his presence, not caring anymore about whether or not it would be looked at as right or wrong.

“Brought you coffee,” I muttered. 

He hummed a small thank you. 

“It’s full though. Was hoping you would’t mind.”

Thank you to anyone who took their time to read this! I realize it’s a little longer than what I usually write, but I just couldn’t find an earlier ending. Hope you enjoyed it and as always, feedback and requests are both welcome.

The rest of what I wrote you can find here:

 http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist

-Soulmate AU-- Finn Wolfhard-

Summary: You had always wondered what it would be like to find your soulmate. To find the other half of you. So it came to you as a big surprise when it did.

Paring: Finn Wolfhard x Reader


Your fingers slowly traced the outline of the tattoo covering your wrist. The tattoo symbolised your soulmates passion, what they enjoyed doing. The tattoo was simple, but yet again so complicated. It showed two masks tied to a microphone by ribbons. You had an idea of what it meant, but then again never fully worked it out. So when you stared at the tattoo with concentration clearly present in your eyes, you tried your best to figure out what was it your soulmate clearly had an interest in. And although this seemed weird, it was actually something you did often. It was almost a habit. Ever since you were little, your parents told you stories of what would happen when two people became one. When two people would become soulmates. They would tell you how it would feel, what it would make you do, how your wrist would burn with pleasure, and the only way to stop the pain was to kiss the persons lips. And once you have, golden rims will outline your tattoos making it bolder. But the thing is, they always seemed to leave out one thing… the ending. They never told you how long it would take. When it was supposed to happen. They didn’t even mention the fact that theres a fifteen percent chance of one not finding their soulmate. But as you grew older, wiser, you eventually figured out the pieces they had yet to fill it. The pieces you were so destined to solve.

It started in high school. You would see girls and boys leap into each others arms almost as if their life depended on it. It confused you, upset you. Why were they in relationships when they had their soulmates waiting for them? They would kiss and hug and show affection towards each other as if it was ok to do so. They looked as if they were made for each other. But how could that be? That couldn’t be right. You believed it wasn’t right. And so everyday it would happen. The same process over and over again. But in time your mind got more and more curious. It was weird seeing two people so desperate for each others attention, even though they hadn’t been that separated from the start. You knew they knew something you didn’t. You knew that there was something you hadn’t been told. So you decided to put yourself on a mission to find out.

You knew what had to be done. What had to be asked. And although you would probably make a fool out of yourself, you knew that as long as the answer is revealed, no one else’s opinion would matter. So you waited for classes to finish. You were too focused on constantly tapping the tip of your pencil onto your desk and concentrating on the ticks of the clock handle to even listen to what the teacher was explaining to the class. And due to your luck, the bell finally rang. You sprinted as fast as your legs could possibly go to the one place you know the two lovebirds you had been so carefully watching ( no! not stalking ) would be. Just like they were everyday. You stopped when you saw them holding hands and smiling at each other. A part of you was so desperate to ask, while the other was too nervous, wanting to back down.

“Excuse me?”

You waved your hands trying to get the two lovebirds attention.

“Excuse me?!”

This kinda went on until their attention was brought onto you.

“I just really wanted to ask a simple question… for the both of you”

They gave each other a look of compliance before asking you to continue

“are you guys soulmates?”

You could feel your hands sweating. You could feel your heart beating faster than it should be. You didn’t even know why you were stressing. You were just asking a question to debate wether your life has been a lie or not.

But as time past they only smiled.

You were confused at first until they raised their holding hands to show you the golden rims surrounding the tattoos on their wrist. You couldn’t believe your eyes. So many questions filled your head.

Aren’t they too young?

Why did they find each other now?

Did my mum and dad tell me the truth?

All your thoughts were interrupted by the sweet angelic voice of the girl you had asked the question to.

“you seem confused? Did your parents not tell you that your at the age where you’re supposed to be finding your soulmate

“Almost the whole school have already found theirs…” the boy continued, it only broke your heart more.

You were angry, hurt. How could your parents not tell you that you were at the age where you were supposed to be finding your soulmate. Your true love. It all made sense. And you were too blind to see the truth. You couldn’t help but think that you were placed into the fifteen percent of people who will never find their soulmate. Who will never find love. If almost everyone in the school have found their soulmate, how come you haven’t found yours. How come he hasn’t appeared yet. You only realised you were crying until you felt a teardrop sitting right above your lip. But you pushed it away only finding the courage to go home and make your parents explain to you why they have kept something so important away from you for so long. You deserved to know the truth.




“MUM!” 

Your voice echoed through the house. You were sure no one was home until the sound of footsteps filled your ears.

“Honey are you okay?”

Your mum now stood in front of you, wiping away the tears dripping down your cheek. But you only pushed her hand away. Remembering that she had kept a secret from you, for a long time.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Your voice was laced with hurt, sorrow for yourself

“Honey what are you tal–” 

“I deserved to know. No scrap that, I had to know! It was your job to tell me! It was never my job to figure it all out myself”

“You need to calm down…” She tried rubbing your arms but you only saw that as an opportunity to push her hands away again.

“NO! How could you not tell me! You knew i’ve been feeling alone lately! You knew i knew something wasn’t right! But you still kept it from me!” Your face showed pain, agony, almost as if waiting to see the reaction in which she has caused.

“It was for you own good…” she looked ashamed with herself, but that didn’t stop the anger from rising even higher in your body. You let it all out.

“For my own good? FOR MY OWN GOOD?! Please tell me something that came out good from this!” you were on the verge of hitting something, but stopping yourself. You knew you needed to calm down.

“Y/n! listen to me! listen to me…” you let her speak for the first time throughout this argument. But your breathes were short a quick. Your shoulders rising and falling. You still felt anger, betrayal.

“Ever since you were little all you did was dream about meeting your damn soulmate. It was the only thing you ever talked about! So when we had to tell you that you that it was the time, we backed down, retreated.” tears were dripping down her face at this point as she continues “we didn’t want you to be disappointed if you didn’t find your soulmate…”




Being at school was even tougher than expected. It was as if the universe was shoving in your face that you were alone, without a soulmate. It was hard enough to not have a soulmate, but even harder when all your friends would talk about would be ‘their weekend with their soulmate’ or ‘what their soulmate did for them yesterday’. You didn’t want to complain but it was starting to get on your nerves. 

“guys can we not talk about soulmates for at least 5 minutes!” You didn’t mean for it to come out that rudely, but your friends understood why it had blown you off the edge. So on the behalf of you anger, they changed the subject to something more appropriate and less upsetting to you.

“have you guys heard about Finn Wolfhard coming back after filming stranger things?!” a shiver ran down your spine at the mention of his name

Finn Wolfhard?” you had never heard of him before, but by the way your friends are speaking of him, he must be well known.

“yea, Finn Wolfhard. His a teen actor who played in IT and Stranger Things. His reaaaalllly popular at the moment! and the best part is, he goes to this school!!!” you didn’t find it as exciting as your friends did, but you still understood why they were so hyped about him coming back.

“When is he coming?” you were generally curious on who this ‘Finn Wolfhard’ was.

“Tommorow” 




As the next day rolled by you completely forgot about the visitor coming to school. It didn’t matter to you. It wouldn’t help you situation. Besides, it’s not like your ever gonna see him due to the crowds and swarms of people that will hover around him like bodyguards. You didn’t even know he went to your school in the first place.

School was just as boring and suffocating as it has been these last couple of days. But then again, it was nice to know that everyone was distracted about the welcoming of the teen actor. So as lunch came around, you were glad that no one was showing their affection in your face. It kinda took your mind off things. That was until your tattoo started burning. It was almost as if your whole hand was on fire. You didn’t know wether the feeling was pleasurable or extremely painful. 

“I-I have to go to the bathroom” you managed to stutter out to your friends as you immediately got up to run to the bathroom, not even noticing that you were about to crash into someone. And to your luck, you did. You landed right on top of them. But as soon as you both touched you felt your whole world click. Like a missing piece to a puzzle. Your wrist was burning even more now, you wanted the pain to go away. It stung, it burned . You were to focused on the burning pain to even realise that you had found your soulmate. And who you soulmate was…

“Soulmate?” You could hear the boy you were laying on top of question to himself. His voice filling your brain, putting you in a trance you were so deep in that you didn’t even realise that he was trying to stand up.

“S-sorry” You say blushing, slowly getting up. The two of you were forming a crowed. They were all curious to know if you were really Finn Wolfhard’s soulmate.

Now that you were standing up, you both could get a better look at each other. (not in a sexual way you disgusting humans) He was really handsome. Tall. Sharp jawline. His hair looked so soft, so touchable. But you were restraining yourself from touching it. You eyes were too fixated on him to even realise he was talking to you.

“Can you show me your wrist?” he asked you, but you only heard mumbles due to your roaming eyes.

“Huh?” he only laughed, and your heart melted even more. Like literally melted. His smile was so contagious it only made you smile. Your mind not even noticing the fact that your wrist is still burning.

“Can you show me your wrist please?” he asked once again, still smiling. And so you did, you pulled out your wrist to see it was glowing, still hurting. He pulled out his and his looked to be on fire as well. The pain rising as the both of you realise that you belong in one another’s arms.

“Soulmate” you both say at the same time. Still smiling at each other, as the crowed surrounding you faded into nothingness.

“I can m-make the pain go away… I-if you would let me k-kiss you” he stuttered out. He was nervous.

You nodded your head

His lips attached to yours and the previous burning you felt before slowly faded away. He was soft, careful and cautious. Treating you as if you were glass. You appreciated it. It brought out the gentle side to him. 

He slowly pulled away and began to greet himself to you. Properly this time.

“Finn” he had his arms out waiting for a hug, grinning and giggling at you like a idiot.

“Y/n” you reply running into his embrace. Feeling, complete.


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Your Favorite Dauntless Leader

Requested: nope

Dauntless initiates x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 740

Warnings: none, you’re safe babes

     Summary: Reader is a Dauntless leader and a total badass, Peter has a bit of a crush Your name: submit What is this?

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grab my hand | eunwoo/dongmin

monthly prompt event: summer / vacation 
group: ASTRO
pairing: cha eunwoo/ lee dongmin, you
genre: fluff, soulmate!au
warnings: mentions of drowning, but not too serious. 
words: 4782

note: heavily inspired by dongmin’s CF for lotte waterpark. you can watch the video here. i’m not familiar with the other girl he was with, but they had really great chemistry and the CF was just full of good summery vibes, so why not turn it into a fic. :) ^^ also, i don’t see a lot of astro fics on tumblr, so let’s change that right now, shall we?~ (another thing, /your/ best friend is gender neutral hence the they/them pronouns)

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anonymous asked:

Braven + boarding school au

braven boarding school AU

1. Raven never expected to find herself at a boarding school like this one, not in a thousand years. Much less an all girls school in the middle of nowhere, wearing a starched button down and fucking pleated skirt. She’d even bought a tube of concealer to cover up her wrist tattoo w. It was a fresh start – she’d spend senior year miles and miles away from her spiraling mother and good for nothing ex boyfriend.

Raven Reyes, upstanding citizen and model student. What a joke.

2. “You’re gonna fit right in here,” her classmate assures her on the first day, smiling her chemically whitened smile.

And Raven does fit in. With her handful of A’s and swinging ponytail, it’s hard not to love her. Still, some nights she’ll smoke in the shower stalls, and the thick cloud eventually goes up the vent with the steam. Smart girl.

3. She met Bellamy in the beginning of October. One of the last warm days, and Raven sat outside a gas station in her gym shorts. Some dumb bitch from school had forgotten to pick her back up from town, so Raven had been stuck jabbing away at her phone, trying to get signal, trying to get someone to pick her up from this goddamn gas station. 

  She’d been almost ready to start walking the 5 miles back to boarding school when she saw him filling up his car. Tall and broad-shouldered and wearing a soft flannel, a mop of curly hair falling into his eyes. 

 She didn’t know they made boys like that. Especially not out here in the boondocks. 

 4. Raven ended up in the passenger seat of his truck, sipping a can of soda he’d had rolling around on the floor. His name was Bellamy, said he’d lived in the little town his whole life and that he worked at the lumber mill a few miles away. Explained the nice arms. 

  She watched Bellamy, how he drove leaned back with one hand on the steering wheel. 

  “Thanks for the ride,” she’d said, when the five miles were spent. 

  “Of course. See you around.” 

  “See you around,” Raven echoed, and it sounded like a promise. 

5. Bell picks her up on the weekends. Some days they’ll just drive, out of the town and away, away, away. Raven leaning her head out the window to feel the wind in her hair.

  Sometimes they’ll drive over to the lake, sitting at the end of the dock and dipping their feet into the freezing water, laughing at the cold. Raven kisses him for the first time there, pressed into his side with thighs touching. Hands in hair. 

  For a moment, everything was still. 

  And that was enough. 

send me a pairing + AU and i’ll write you 5 headcanons about it! 

anonymous asked:

(terushima) tattoo soulmate au scenario where ___ hates the idea of having a soulmate and she go to place where they'll remove her tattoo but the guy who will do it is actually her s.m and he says "You wanna quit the only thing that destiny gave us"

i’m procrastinating. save me, i love soulmate aus. admin alex really needs to study yikes


Honestly, you detested the concept of a soulmate. Soulmates were a fairytale, made up by a bunch of love struck adults who try to convince themselves that the person they love is their ‘one and only true love’. You had a pessimistic view on soulmates, and to make matters worse, you own opinions were contradicted by plain as day facts.

A tattoo, in the shape of a small swirl sat on your wrist as an obnoxious reminder that soulmates were real and is amongst the seven billion people on this planet, what a chance at finding your soulmate right? It was a particularly minimalistic tattoo, unlike others who have large roses on their arms, or an animal or two sitting on their backs.

Your parents were the epitome of soulmates. They had matching moon tattoos, in which they discovered whilst arm wrestling at school. You weren’t always that pessimistic on the idea of soulmates. In high school, where your parents told you that you were ‘destined’ to find your soulmate there, you had the thought fresh in your mind; constantly on the lookout for someone with a matching tattoo like yours.

However, as time passed, you realised that this was a false concept and refused to believe in it till the day you graduated. You began to save money for the cover up of the tattoo on your wrist because apparently, they cannot be removed. You began to save this money without your parents’ knowledge because they would freak if they found out.

You were now a legal age to get a tattoo and checking the little jar in the corner of the room, you had just enough to get a decent sized one that would cover up the tattoo. You had no particular design in mind, ‘Anything to cover it up,’ you thought to yourself, shrugging on a warm coat as you walked out of your house.

Staring at your phone, you began to scrunch your nose at the directions your friend had gave you. She too had her tattoo covered up at the same place, and she hinted that the tattoo artist was ‘pretty hot’ but what was the point of checking out a man who isn’t your supposed soulmate right? Back to the directions, you were slightly suspicious because you ended up standing outside a rather shady looking store.

It once had fluorescent lights as the store’s name, but it seemed that years of wear and tear and reduced it to a few strips of lights. There was a neat pile of trash tied up tightly sitting outside the store, however, its exterior walls were dilapidated and peeling. There were a few stray cats sitting on the steps of store. It rose your suspicion, but you trusted your friend and pushed the door open.

It’s interior contrasted its exterior. Painted black walls with posters of both Japanese and English rock bands were plastered across the walls, tattoo designs were hung in frames showing off the artist’s handiwork, pictures of presumably satisfied customers too were on the walls. Soft, Japanese rock was playing in the background, and to be honest, you had expected everything to look like its exterior. Guess you can’t judge a book by its cover.

“And what is a pretty lady like you doing at my shop at an hour like this?” a cool voice came from behind you. You spun around to find yourself face to face with the supposed ‘hot’ tattoo artist. He had blonde hair, with an undercut, a small tuft of hair fell in the middle of his forehead and your fingers itched to push it up. There was a tilting smirk on his face, and he had also stuck his tongue out, showing off a metallic stud in his tongue. His ears also so happened to be pierced with two black studs, in short, he looked like a delinquent and someone whom you would probably not date in your entire life.

He looked dangerous, yet at the same time, mysterious and interesting. You had to admit, even if he looked like some kind of biker hanging around with some biker posse and leather jackets, he was hot.

“Anything you would recommend for to cover up a wrist tattoo?” you asked, taking a seat. He pursed his lip and headed to the back and brought out a black album.

“You know,” he passed the album to you and began flipping, looking at minimalistic tattoo designs. “You look a little too young to have a tattoo to regret.”

You blushed and let out a soft chuckle. “Trust me, I did not want to get this tattoo,” your eyes fixated on a floral design. “Do you think you could do something like this, on the wrist?”

“I will have to see the tattoo you are covering up first,” he outstretched his hand for yours. You rolled up your sleeves and his eyes widened for a second, before gliding his thumb across your tattoo. “Now miss,” his voice softened from the rather confident demeanour he had previously. “You wanna quit the only thing that destiny gave us?” he asked, looking up into your eyes.

You jolted and pulled your arm back. He chuckled and rolled up his own sleeves to reveal the exact swirl tattoo on his wrist. “No way. No way.” you whispered to yourself. Years of refusing to believe in soulmates finally came crashing down on you. “Took long enough,” you muttered to yourself.

“I heard that,” he teased. “Say, what high school did you attend?”

“Great way to break the ice,” you chuckled. “Johzenji High,” you answered.

“Same, wonder how we didn’t bump into each other,” he responded. “So… Do you still want the tattoo?”

“What do you think?” you asked with a ‘are you serious look’. 

“I’ll take that as a no. It’s a blow to my business, but that’s okay. Terushima Yuuji,” he introduced himself. 

“_____________”

“Dinner?” he asked. 

“Sounds great.”

anonymous asked:

How did you get into the mermaid business? Was it easy ? (Cuz that seems like the most amazing job ever)

First I got a tail and a shell bra - pretty basic mermaid starting kit stuff. I then needed to get a license (because you can’t just go out and do mermaid birthday parties, that’s illegal in the U.S.A.) In my state, New York, you can either get a performer’s license or a DBA (doing business as) - I have a DBA. Not every state in the U.S.A. has a DBA. (You need to look at your states government website.) Then you need an insurance because if a client doesn’t have a pool at their home and needs to book a place, the place doesn’t want to be responsible if something bad happens to you or children - you need liability insurance (LIFE INSURANCE DOES NOT COUNT). I think getting the DBA was the easiest part.

Being professional can be very, very difficult. Once you get a tail and get a website and you make business/post cards that doesn’t mean everyone is knocking on your door booking you for parties. You’re going to put in A LOT more money going into this than you will be making out of it in the first few years. I know mermaids with full silicone tails, going in the ocean and taking stunning underwater pictures, doing photoshoots with other mermaids and have never been hired for any type of event where they are getting paid. I feel very lucky because in my state, there’s another professional mermaid but she is very far from me so we aren’t competition to each other and some clients that want to book her are a lot more closer to me than they are to her so she sends them over to me and that’s how I’ve gotten some of my gigs. I also have a background in child education which is very good to have (people in high school - if your school does a BOCES program with child education or a child education program in high school and are strongly considering becoming a professional mermaid - TAKE THIS CLASS!), I got to learn what goes into educating a child and I actually got to work with children and I actually had to do “classes” and teach them. I wasn’t really the best with children and taking this class was very helpful for me. You’ll also be in a tail for an hour, maybe more, so make sure you’re fit, my tail weighs about 20lbs in the water, I do float up but I’m constantly moving around so I want to be able to swim around for a few hours without my legs hurting and me feeling exhausted. There’s also potiental “mermaid rides” where kids hold onto your shoulders and you swim on the surface and swim from one side of the pool to the other. Mermaid rides can be very tiring, I think I did 50 in a row with no break to 20 kids - I was so exhausted. There’s also tail maintence, just because you buy a tail doesn’t mean it’s going to be perfect forever. I’m very rough in my tail and I shouldn’t be, but the heels on my tail and the backside the paint has come off, I got advice from another mermaid to buy silicone and eyeshadow the color of my tail and mix it together and paint it on the spots the paint is gone - very helpful. You also have to wash your tail, it can smell very bad sometimes after using it - I use vinegar to wash my tail, and you should hang your tail upside down (fluke up) so the water drips out of the tail and dries it, or you can use a blow dryer (use cold air), I’ve seen mermaids use pull up bars you can in your house to hold their tail upside down or putting up coat hooks.

Promotion - Business cards and post cards are very good to hand out, I definitely spent over $100 on cards. I put my cards all over the place, mostly food stores like Stop & Shop, A&P, Hannafords (i think those are all mostly New England food stores). I did a free meet & greet in Newburgh, New York for the Art About Water event, I handed out booklets about pollution in the water and how to prevent pollution, along with the booklets I also had my post cards in the booklets and I handed everyone a shell. My Uncle also owns a company so he gives my cards to his clients. I’ve also met the Mayor of Bedford Hills (I think it was the mayor or someone who worked with him) at a restaurant because I have family in Bedford Hills so I talked to him about my mermaid job, gave him my card, and we talked about local parks and celebrations there and I said I’d be open to doing a meet & greet or something there. There’s also mermaid meet up, most of the meet ups are in Coney Island so I go there a lot and hand out cards and take pictures with people. There’s also tumblr, facebook, instagram, youtube, those are very good sites for social media to get your name out.

There’s also things you need to consider. Do you have a mertender/merwrangler? That is someone who is with you at events, they are there to help you. You want to keep the magic alive so you can’t show up at a party or event and put your tail on infront of your little clients so you put your tail on somewhere hidden and you have your mertender/merwrangler pick you up and carry you (I’ve recently aqcuired a wheelchair so no one has to carry me anymore). It’s best to have someone you know with you because you can trust them, having a stranger off Craigslist you never know what you’re going to get. You don’t need to have the same mertender/merwrangler at every event, I don’t. You can ask your client that you may need additional help because you don’t have a mertender/merwrangler, I, personally, don’t feel like that’s professional, that’s just me, I know other mermaids have done it and that’s their business so I don’t get to have an opinion on them. Do you have transportation? People that live in cities, for example, New York City or Brooklyn, mermaids are able to take trains and subways or taxis to get around. I live in the suburbs so I have my own car. Just make sure you have a way of getting to your event. Do you know what to do? Do you know what to bring when doing an event? Do you kinda have ideas what to do at an event? I suggest watching videos of professional mermaids on youtube and see what they do. Mernetwork is also a forum site for mermaids with tons of answers to any question you may have. Do you have tattoos or piercings? Some clients may not want their mermaid to have tattoos or piercings. I have 5 tattoos, one is on my leg so my tail covers it, I have one my waist and luckily my tail covers it, I have 2 behind my ear my hair covers it but one time while I was in water giving mermaid rides a child called me out on it and I giggled and talked about something else, I have a tattoo on my wrist, I have a big shell bracelet to cover it up, I do have back up stories if someone does ask about how mermaids have tattoos. I also have a hell of a lot of piercings, mostly on my face. I have a dermal anchor implant for an anti-eyebrow, I cannot take that out unless it’s surgically removed, my implant is a clear gem so it looks like I stuck a gem under my eye so I’m good there, I have a lip piercing and 2 nose studs on my left nostril - I do take those out at parties, I also have clear jewelry that I may or may not put in depending on how I feel. You may have a client who doesn’t want a mermaid with tattoos or piercings (I don’t know what people’s problems are with it, I can see how it doesn’t look very magical but I mostly take out my nose studs and cover my wrist tattoo but I have done gigs where I didn’t take anything out or cover anything and have never gotten a complaint.) I know a lot of people with tattoos and piercings that keep everything in and don’t cover any and they still get TONS of gigs. So you can do whatever you feel most comfortable with.

If you want to go for aquarium jobs (which I’ve never done but have put in research into it because I want to do aquariums in the future when I feel ready), the best things to put on your resume is that you have done dance lessons (preferably ballet), CPR classes (which is good to have anyways whether you’re an aquarium mermaid or a birthday party mermaid), scuba diving lessons, a good breath hold, and knowing how to swim in a tail already (having your own tail can be a plus - you don’t have to have your own tail, some places will give you tails that they already have but if they don’t have your size they may not consider you because they either don’t want to spend the money or a tail can take 2 - 3 months to create just for you and they want someone now). I know someone who got interviewed for an aquarium job, she had a tattoo on her upper body, very visible, she did not get the job. Unfortunately, that’s a reality at some places. Disney won’t hire people with visible tattoos and some aquariums won’t hire you with visible tattoos. It really sucks but it happens. There is very strong waterproof makeup and tattoo cover up, I’ve never used it but when I do plan to try out for an aquarium job I plan to cover myself during my interview and during my performances.

Professional mermaiding is hard work, it isn’t “I got a tail now I’m going to go play mermaid”. You need to be professional with your persona, with your clients, at your events. You need to be fit for your tail, you’re tail is going to weigh a lot in water and it’s bound on your legs for a few hours - you’re going to need to be able to hold that tail up, constantly swimming, with a smile on your face and not a yawn from being tired or a tear from your legs hurting. You may not be getting gigs your first year of being licensed or not even your second year, getting gigs will be a lot of work, you may even need to do free gigs to get a clientelle worked up. You may be putting in a lot more money going into it than you will be getting your money back from it. You may struggle a lot and feel “I can’t do this” but I’ll let you know now, once you get your first gig, you will feel so great about yourself, you did it, you got your first gig, you did it.

It’s been a difficult journey, all my hard work, it’s been worth it.

{akaashi keiji} [soulmate au.3]

soulmate au where the first words your soulmate says to you are tattooed on your wrist

Akaashi wasn’t one to get embarrassed easily. He had few things to be embarrassed about after all, he was vice-captain of his volleyball club, an excellent student and an all-round good person. But not not everything was rosy in the life of Akaashi Keiji. 

Subconsciously tugging as his uniform sleeve, Akaashi tried to cover his wrist. The words tattooed on it were, well, nothing short of cringe-worthy. 

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Strings of Fate - PREVIEW

A/N: Soooo, I promised to myself I would try and get Ghost Stories done this weekend, but instead I came up with four pages of pure, angsty plot for a soulmate AU. Thanks a lot, brain.

And, seeing that I had promised a Bucky x Reader soulmate AU already but got stuck on the first chapter, I decided to continue with this idea and it got slightly out of control, so I bring you: a long preview of chapter 1!

I tagged the people who were interested on this idea, but I can also untag anyone at their request (which is completely understandable since I changed the storyline completely). If you want to be tagged that would be really nice and I’d be happy to do it as well.

Hope you guys like it!

Originally posted by vous-ne-prepasserez-pas


Almost one hundred percent of the world’s population has a soulmate; a person they share a deep connection with, and whom they’re linked to from birth. Those people will live their lives as they usually would, completely unaware of the red string of fate pulling them together. They will lead normal lives, filled with normal habits, until one day they’ll find the one. The red thread will turn into a golden one, and a small tattoo of their soulmate’s initials will appear scribbled on their wrists.

Almost one hundred percent of the world’s population has a soulmate, but only a handful of people in the world can alter the course of fate.

And you are one of them.

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I’m gonna be 18 in October,and its just like…fucking wild,it doesn’t even seem like I’m a adult yet,I don’t look like other people who are my age,I don’t think like them,I sure as hell don’t act like them,I’m gonna graduate school soon and go to college a year after that,I wanna get my ugly ass scars on my wrist covered with a tattoo that would mean the world to me and I’m just like “??” It’s really scary,I’m not ready to change yet,I’m trying my damn hardest to get better with my mental health so I can get a job in the future and go back to public school/college it just doesn’t seem like i’ve imrpoved from 2015 i still feel like that broken,confused,depressed asshole of a kid I used to be

lala-kate  asked:

Outlaw Queen: Game of Thrones Au

sorry for the wait! I had to think on it since the lovely smolderandsass already writes a got au which is one of my favourite aus in the fandom! again, ignored the three sentences thing and haven’t read for mistakes and i’m sorry about my trash use of verb tenses!!

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She’d said, “Stay for dinner, Ser Robin.” It had been an order as much as an invitation.


It began with the rumours that her husband, the old Targaryan king, had finally lost the last thread of sanity he’d once held.


Or mayhaps it all began years ago, had all been building all these years, from the moment a kind hearted queen did a poor, young thief a kindness he did not deserve. There was no reason she should have shown him compassion then, son of a minor lord and petty thief that he’d been. And yet, Lady Regina had pardoned him and prevented him from meeting his end at the gallows or from what was sure to be a cold lifetime at The Wall.


In any case, there was something in course, arrangements were being made - it was in the very air of the city, behind the closed doors of the small council meetings which seemed to be permanently in place. And Robin knew that he was like to get caught right in the middle of it, as the commander of the Queensguard.


That was the first night he’d truly had inkling of it, though.


Dinner was already long done for the evening when Robin first considered taking his leave, mindful of the rumours his presence at her rooms might spark. There was enough to be whispered about the royal family, and he did not intend on contributing to the melting pot of hearsay swirling around. He was about to make up an excuse and bid her goodnight when a raven came flying in and perched itself at the back of the chair closest to her.


The queen rose and took  a small piece of parchment from the raven’s legs with a shaking hand. Dark wings, dark words, he thought as he watched her read with a furrowed brow. 

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Thanks To You (Muke one shot)

The bathroom school was filled with complete silence even when there were two boys locked up inside it. The bell of end of the day had rang like 10 minutes ago and it didn’t take long before the hallways got empty and just the casual wind running through it was the only sound beside the  calmed breathing of the two guys.

It wasn’t the first time they had gone through this in fact, Luke had found in this charge a few more time, Michael sit on the bench of inside the boys bathroom holding up his hand so the blonde boy could bandage his bruised and bloody knuckles once more. Not even meeting each other eyes yet Luke could easily tell Michael had shame written all over his face as his gaze was only fixed in his muddy dirty black boots. Finally that suffocating silence was broken by something as soft as the sigh of the younger one. He had just finished bandaging the second hand and sat next to the black and purple haired boy this one still not looking up.

“Michael…” he started his words barely audible even in the silence but not response. “Michael” he called him this time a bit more firmly as his hand reached the still dirty face of the pale boy and turned his head delicately by the chin so he could finally meet his eyes but it didn’t last more than three seconds before Michael looked down again.

“I-I’m sorry, Lukey” he murmured under his breath letting a sigh leave his bruised lips too.

“Michael this gotta stop” but he only chuckled. “I’m serious this is like the fourth time if I’m not wrong”

“Fifth”

“Michael-“

“I won’t lose track of the time I have put my body between you and some douchebag to defend you, babe. I’m proud of that” he cut him off gaining a frown from the blue eyed boy.

“Proud of getting hurt for me? “

“Kinda crazy don’t you think?” Luke rolled his eyes when Michael finally looked up at him with that cocky grin.

“Oh God, shut up please” the both laughed. “You must stop getting in fight with the whole football team”

“They have no right to call you things” Michael replied frowning. “Just…just let me be there for you”

“No if you’re getting your ass kicked”

“I broke his nose” he recalled proud shining in his eyes.

“Yea? He broke your lip I tell you” Luke said bringing his thumb to the fresh cut on the left edge of his boyfriend’s lip and ghosting over it. Michael just flinched a bit and Luke sighed once again. “Let’s clean this up too” he said as he stood up and reached the first aid kit he stole from the nurse. Luke took out the alcohol and sprayed it on the cotton.

“Now, this is gonna…”

“…Sting a bit so please don’t cry” Michael joined him mocking him as he spoke. Luke rolled his eyes. “I know the steps already, babe”

“And this is why this must stop” Luke replied kind of jokingly as he approached again to the boy still on the bench. He bent down a bit to get more at the dark haired boy’s height and with a gently soft he cleaned the dry blood and dirt out of those plump lips. Michael of course flinched a bit at first but it was nothing after all somehow he had managed all those tattoos he had scattered in his whole body without passing out.

When Luke was done he threw away the stained cotton on the trash can and picked up a wet towel.

“And now you clean up my face” Michael smirked as the blonde got closer again to do as what was said. “You start up in my forehead, gently fixing my hair out of my face and being careful with my piercing” Luke couldn’t help but smile as Michael actually guessed his next movements. “Now down to my eyes” he said closing them as the other boy rubbed the wet towel over Michael’s eyelids softly. “Next my nose and please I know you well, just boop it” they both giggled and Luke once again did as said. “Finally the rest, my cheeks and chin” he smiled as Luke finished. “And now you cup my face in your hands…” a smirked played on the blonde’s lips as he brought up his hand to his boyfriend’s face. “And I kiss you”

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Back in the older one apartment that he got as soon as he turned 18 one year ago to get rid off of the oppressive parents he had they both dropped their bags beside the door as the entered the place. It had been a good 3 miles walk from the school to there and apart from the briefly makeout they had in the bathrooms school they were really tired for being only 6pm.

They both flopped in the bed and damn it felt so good to relax all their aching muscles especially for Michael who could easily tell that by tomorrow new bruises would appear. No regrets after all. He would never doubt a second to defend Luke after all he had done for him.

He let out a groan as he closed his eyes rubbing the tiredness all over his face with his hands until he felt the bed lift up so he opened his eyes immediately to find out the blonde one stood up and walking to the bathroom again.

“What are you gonna do, Lucifer?” Michael questioned him sitting up in the edge of the bed as he saw how the tall boy walked in but heading to the bath tub.

“Just a little thank you for today, come here” he spoke as he opened the warm water key and the bathroom was filled with the sound of the running water and a bit of steam. Michael walked in too confusion still written on his face.

“Are you gonna take a bath right now?” Luke rolled his eyes.

“Strip down” he ordered

“What” Michael almost chocked on air. Sometimes Luke wanted to smack his boyfriend’s head to be honest.

“Michael, we’re not gonna fuck” he tried to say seriously but he ended up giggling as the other boy too. He took off his shoes and pants as he sat in the edge of the bath tub just in his baggy shirt and boxer. Michael did as well but he took off his shirt and too revealing all his scattered tattoos now accompanied with some bruises here and there some of them so fresh that were even a bit red. He was about to sit down next to Luke but he stopped him. “Get in”

“What?” his confusion grew up again but Luke just offered a soft smile.

“Let me be here for you too” Michael smiled back this time taking off his boxers and getting in the bathtub  as a moan left his mouth when the hot water got in contact with his tensed muscles and it felt so comforting with his few wounds and bruises.

Luke took off his shirt too so it didn’t get soaked and positioned himself in a way only his legs were in the water and Michael’s between them.

“Oh my God” Michael moaned again. “This feel so fucking good” he said closing his eyes and relaxing letting his body rest between Luke’s legs. The brought his hands to Michael’s pale shoulders and started massaging them still a bit surprised at how tensed they were  still. “Fuck” he heard his boyfriend said under his breath again, guess he was doing it well. He started going down his arms still massaging and being careful with the bruises that were exactly where his half sleeve of tattoos started. Luke couldn’t help but trace some of the outlines with his fingers as he passed by them. It was incredible how they contrasted against the pale skin making the colors brighter. “God, they’re beautiful” he murmured more to himself but Michael got to hear anyway.

“Hmm? You liked them?” that voice brought him back to reality.

“Uhm…yea like, how people get committed to them for life and-“

“Is art” Michael cut him off smiling even if the blonde couldn’t see it from where he was. “Is pain also but most important are memories and meaning” his voice faded away with each word as he closed his eyes again and felt those hands this time in his hair some drops of water running down his forehead followed by a click. “Are you gonna wash my hair too?” he laughed softly as Luke did too.

“Yea, relax, I know how you take care of it” Michael blushed a bit and this time he was thankful the other boy couldn’t still see his face.

“Guess I taught you well” he chuckled.

They both have never felt more comfortable with each other as now being almost naked but not sexual thought in between just the fact of each other as close as they were now.

Luke finished washing the boy’s hair the water getting a bit purple as he washed out the shampoo.

“I think is all done” Luke smiled to himself as he bent down and kissed Michael’s bare shoulders and his lips traced a way until he reach the lobe of the boy’s ear. Michael could feel the smile against his skin.

“Join me” he said turning his head over a bit a looking up smiling at where Luke was. He couldn’t say no obviously. Somehow he managed to take off his boxer off and threw them across the bathroom as he slipped in this time the Michael’s whole back resting against his chest. He was glad that when Michael got the apartment he bought a bathtub big enough to let two six foot boys fit it like he would have predicted one year ago more less this moment would eventually come. Luke wrapped Michael with his arms so they’d be more comfortable. They stayed in silence for a moment before Michael spoke up again.

“Did you ever see this coming?” Luke looked down at him

“What do you mean?” he asked. Michael just laughed softly.

“One year ago you wouldn’t have had the confident to tell me to strip down, Lucifer” the both laughed this time. “So much have changed since then” he said this time a bit quieter.

“One year ago you used me to pass math”

“Started from the bottom now we’re here” Luke rolled his eyes but couldn’t help and laugh too.

“You’re lucky I love you” he joked. “One year ago I was nerd and you were a douchebag too”

“You still are buy hey I’m offended now!” he laughed again “I was not a douchebag!”

“You laughed because I had a lip ring and you said I was trying too hard” they laughed harder this time.

“Yea I said that but I also found it hot also reason number one why I asked you to help me with math”

“So you could take advantage and makeout with me?” Luke lifted an eyebrow when he saw the smirk playing on the pale boy’s lips.

“Basically”

“Jerk”

“Bitch”

They both started laughing again but it slowly faded as Luke’s hands traced his ways down Michael’s arms until they got to the wrists now covered with tattoos of course. He felt Michael’s breathing increase against his chest as he wondered around with his finger in his arms. He heard a shaky sigh leave Michael’s lips.

“Hey…hey is okay, Mikey” he said leaving his wrist and wrapping his body with his arms again as he rested his head in Michael’s shoulder and leave sweet kissed in his temple. “I love you okay” Michael left another sigh this time more stable.

“You have seen the worst of me and you’re still here…” he whispered struggling to not let his voice break.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, we all go through bad times” he reassured him talking next to his ear softly.

“I pushed everyone away I-I tried to push you away too when I realized what was happening but…”

“Michael…”

“I-I realized that I needed you, what the fuck you did to me to make me fall for you so bad?” he joked laughing again lifting his mood for a moment before the silence filled the place again. Luke left another kiss on Michael’s neck.

“Who would guess a heated study session would lead to this?” Michael smiled again and was those little moments that made every second living worthy.

“You helped get better, Luke”

“I couldn’t let you slip away that easily”

-

They had spent almost two hours together on the bathtub it was almost 9pm and Luke wasn’t feeling like walking back home.

“Hey can I borrow a pair of boxer and a shirt?” he asked Michael who looked up from his phone to the boy standing at the other side of the room.

“Are you even asking? Of course” he chuckled looking back to his phone as Luke wondered in the drawers finally picking up blindly a pair of boxers and an Iron Maiden shirt which it was really big.

“Why is this so big on me if I’m taller and broader than you?” he asked as he walked back to bed and flopped down next to the dark haired boy. He looked up again but this time he kept staring.

“I don’t know but sure you look hot on my clothes” he smirked and next Luke knew he opened his eyes was Michael was already on the top of him.

“Didn’t we makeout at school already?” he questioned as Michael bent down just a few inches away from his face.

“So? I love kissing you” he smiled one last time before crashing his lips with Luke’s and he brought both of his hands to the back of Michael’s neck so he quickly deepened the kiss. Luke’s hands traced his way to the dark hair and pulled it slightly so he could enter in his mouth when he moaned the older casually sucking on the bottom lip where the blonde’s lip ring was. I was just irresistible not to do that for Michael.

Michael continued his way kissing down to Luke’s jawline and neck sucking the skin there. He pulled away for a moment gaining a little whine from Luke just to see an almost faded purple mark near the ear from some days ago so he reattached his lips to the skin as a grin appeared on his face.

“I have to keep reminding people you’re mine, sweetheart” he said before biting the skin under his mouth again.

“Mikey” Luke groaned.

“What” Michael replied leaving his work finished and looked up with an innocent smile playing on his lips. Luke bit his lip ring.

“Sometimes I hate you, you know” they laughed as Michael let himself fall beside his boyfriend.

“You love me, Lucas” he said leaving a kiss on the blonde’s cheek and staying there. “I’m not feeling like fucking you know” and Luke burst into laughter, Michael loved the sound.

“Why you tell me that?” he said wiping the little tear of laughter out of his eye.

“I just inform you I’m tired” he said giggling. ”Hmm..  a blowjob tomorrow?”

“I promise you one if you promise not to get in any fight ever again” Michael quickly lifted himself with his elbows.

“But-“

“Michael you’re lucky the whole team don’t go against you at once” Luke was being dead serious. Michael sighed heavily. “They’re just words I can deal with that”

“Fine” he said laying down again but this time resting his head on Luke’s chest his hand reaching the blonde’s one and intertwining their finger. Luke was not an easy person to argue with, even more he didn’t trust anyone easily but once he did it was one of the most amazing things you could ever wish and Michael had worked hard to win it not regretting anything he has done for this boy especially when it was thanks to him that basically he was sane and alive. Michael had started to play unconsciously with his interlocked fingers.

“I need you too, Michael” those words brought his mind back to the moment. He couldn’t let Luke slip away that easily either.

“Then I’ll always stay, I promise”



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