i want a soul mate

soul mate au where the most important thing your soul mate will ever say to you is written on your wrist

Yeah sure we can go for the obvious like “I love you” or “I will miss you” but what about real weird stuff like “Please accept the change, sir” or “Please play on, your music is lovely”. Then there is the straight up nasty stuff like “I promise I won’t kill you”

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I am a firm believer in true love. I do believe that there is someone out there for me who will eventually sweep me off my feet and make me wonder why I ever settled for anybody else. There is a man out there for me, with whom I will celebrate countless anniversaries, Valentine’s Days and birthdays. There is a man with whom I will be able to get through any fight, distance or hardship, knowing that nothing will ever change. There is a man out there with whom I will share an unbreakable bond, held together by the deep desires of love.

But not today.

I don’t want someone I “won’t be able to imagine my life without.” I don’t want someone to “have my whole heart.” I don’t want someone to be “my whole world,” or “my rock,” or “my better half.” I don’t want somebody who can understand me better than I can understand myself.

I want to feel whole. I want to be my own rock, my own anchor, my own soul mate. I want to understand myself better than anyone else can. I don’t want to look back and hate myself for altering my future for someone else when I know I wasn’t ready to.

That’s why I don’t want to find the man I will love forever today. Or tomorrow. Or the day after that.

For those who know me, you know that when I fall, I fall fast and I fall hard. I am a hopeless romantic who wears my heart on my sleeve. I simply love the idea of being in love. I can’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t have some type of interest in a guy. I love having a “texting buddy.” I love feeling desired. I have gotten hurt a few times, but I always pick myself up and try to move on. Moving on is hard for me, though, simply because I love being in love. I’ve called guys my “better half” and my “rock.” I’ve convinced myself that I couldn’t picture my life without them. I’m starting to realize now that that’s the last thing I want in my future relationship. Especially as a young woman in my early 20s. Before I enter into any serious relationship, I need to feel like I’m complete. And I need to be able to feel complete while completely alone.

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You deserve someone who loves you with every single beat of his heart, someone who thinks about you constantly, someone who spends every minute of every day just wondering what you’re doing, where you are, who you’re with, and if you’re okay. You need someone who can help you reach your dreams and protect you from your fears. You need someone  who will treat you with respect, love every part of you, especially your flaws. You should be with someone who could make you happy, really happy, like dancing on air happy.
—  unknown

(Requested by Anon)

You frowned at the sight of the Quileutes at your family’s gradation party. You weren’t sure why they showed up in the first place. Last you heard Bella wasn’t on the best of terms with Jacob after she clocked him in the face.

Yet there she was, chatting away with Jacob and his friends. She didn’t seem too happy to see them, then again you never knew with Bella. She didn’t show much emotion on her face. Either way, I should go check on her or Edward will throw a hissy fit.

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“I wondered if I would ever find my prince, my soul mate. Then three years ago, at another wedding I turned to a friend for comfort. And in stead, I found everything that I’d ever been looking for my whole life. And now…here we are…with our future before us…and I only want to spend it with you, my prince, my soul mate, my friend.”


these fics are all found on AO3

my fave faves
High School Bucket List – jflawless
cold water – dell_x
tea lights – gotchick
you heard i was a nice boy, well you didn’t hear it from me – jflawless
lapis lazuli – gotchick
i didn’t know i was lonely ‘til i saw your face – jflawless
Beautiful Soul – seitsemannen
Ever-changing - BelWatson

(everything else is under read more since the list is pretty long and this will make it easier for me to update it whenever)

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One of the many things I love about Sasuke and Naruto is how they bicker with one another.

It’s this playfully aggressive and taunting way of getting under one another’s skin.

I love when Sasuke pokes fun at Naruto being a bit of an idiot and Naruto makes fun of Sasuke for being self centered.

It’s never out of place or a lie. Honestly they call one another out, rile one another up, ask each other to look beyond their own weakness and become stronger.

When they show that they are holding back or losing focus, they will taunt one another - knowing it will snap them back into focus. It will grate one another’s nerves, but in the end, it makes them
b e t t e r.

Loving one another to the point of picking at your insides and your frailties, making one another competitive, silly, even angry.

I love the child-like nature of the way they are with another.

Don’t cater to my faults - point out what is dragging at me and love me still.

That is Naruto and Sasuke.

They have achieved this great connection.

It’s in the nature of their relationship to be this wild, yet somehow easy, safe space where they have both seen into one another’s souls, have drifted apart only to realize how much they are still the same.

They are always going to be these pouty, playful, stubborn ass boys and I love it, I love them.

Give me all the bickering. Give me all the nicknames, give me all the memories of them willing to die for one another, give me that spark of both like and dislike, rage and peace, that calming rest in between.

It’s funny, it’s delightful, it’s scary sometimes, it’s mostly thrilling and intoxicating to have a person read you so fluidly and still come to love you in the end of it all.

I don’t want a romance if they are not soul mates and best friends

How boring and dull, to not have a partner you can can make peace with, make war with, make heaven and hell blur with…

It’s about that flame, that spark, that energy to fight and love.

It’s almost too much that it seems it might be overwhelming, but no matter because the instant you need a soft prayer, they are the ones who have saved you, have earned every precious spot in your soul, because they have looked at you, at every angle, have seen your darkness, has kissed your evil and never forgot your light.

They see you and you see them, and in that moment, everything else will go still and you will know what it is to mix your essence with another’s and that’s what friendship and love is all about.

Peter Oneshot

(A/N: Hey guys! So today I’m doing a soulmates AU! I know, I know, it’s cliche but I think this spin on it is pretty interesting! Remember to eat something, drink some water and take your meds! Love you!)

Oneshot: Y/N doesn’t have any words on her wrist

       Y/N didn’t like wearing short sleeved shirts, but today it was way too hot to wear a jacket.

       She sat in the coffee shop, her laptop opened in front of her along with several textbooks and stationery tools scattered around the table. The shop was cool, but the walk there would have given her heat stroke if she were wearing more layers.

       Every time someone walked past her, whether she saw a ring on their finger or the words written on their wrist were visible, her eyes wandered to her wrist, where there were no words. Not a single word.

       She had heard of people like this, ones who didn’t have their soulmate’s first words on their wrist. They were very rare, and few were brave enough to share their stories, resulting in little information on the matter. Y/N had grown up being taught to hide the fact that she was different, to be ashamed of it.

       Y/N really didn’t need everyone else telling her to feel bad about it. As she grew and began to really understand the concept of soul mates, the fact that she didn’t have one started to hurt more and more. She had become obsessive over the fact that there really wasn’t anyone out there for her, that the universe was just telling her, ‘Nope, sorry kid. No one’s going to love you that much. Soz.’

       That had been years ago. Y/N learned to bury her pain, to distract herself from it. She was at a place where she nearly resented the idea of having someone to hold her down, to have to be devoted to. She was focused on herself, on bettering herself through school and self love and taking care of her body. She had time to give to those things, because she wasn’t worrying about some other person. Sometimes it did creep up in the back of her head, the voice that reminded of what she didn’t have, what she could never have; a family, someone to love.  

       Now, she was trying to finish a paper for her AP biology class so that she could have time to go to her cousin’s birthday party this weekend. She’d been working for hours, and had wasted her productivity ages ago.

       Y/N stood up, grabbed her coffee and walked to the trashcan to throw it away, already planning on asking the barista for something stronger this time.

       When she arrived at the register, she noticed that the woman who had taken her order earlier wasn’t there. She had been replaced by a man with blond hair, who was taller than her by a mile. He looked well built, but his motions were timid and calculated. When she glanced briefly, she saw that he had words on his arm, but they were mainly covered up by a few bracelets he was wearing.

       “Are you new here?” She asked him. “I’ve been coming here pretty consistently for the past few months and I’ve never seen you.”

       She was too sleep deprived and stressed to care if her words were a bit too forward.

       The man’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. He clamped a hand around his wrist.

       “Are you alright?” She spoke to him again, not understanding his lack of communication or his response to her question.

       He didn’t say anything, instead nearly ripping the bracelets on his arm off. He thrust his wrist into her line of sight.

       Are you new here? In a dark bold print, identical to her handwriting, the words contrasted starkly on his lightly tanned skin.

       “I’m afraid there must be some mistake,” she said, not letting her guard down. She knew she didn’t want a soul mate. She didn’t. “I don’t have a soul mate, see?” She showed him her own wrist, bare.

       The man’s face lit up as he hastily dug a piece of paper out of his pocket, its edges worn, showing he probably had kept it with him and folded it and unfolded it thousands of times. He unfolded it, his hands shaking which he had most likely hoped to hide from the girl.

       Inside the paper were the words I, My name is Peter. I’m mute.


get to know me : (1/10 ship) ✭ Monica & Chandler (friends)

I wondered if I would ever find my prince, my soul mate. Then three years ago, at another wedding I turned to a friend for comfort. And in stead, I found everything that I’d ever been looking for my whole life. And now…here we are…with our future before us…and I only want to spend it with you, my prince, my soul mate, my friend.