if we have just met at a different time

I have a glitch in the matrix story for @sixpenceee!

So a couple of years ago my friend and I were taking a small road trip from Tennessee to Ohio, stopping at a few sights on the way, so by the time this story takes place, we were nearing home but still about 2 hours away, and it was really late at this point, about 2 or 3 in the morning.

So, being that we were only a couple of hours away from home, we mostly knew where we were going by following the freeway signs. We had the GPS going but since it was pretty much a straight shot at this point it hadn’t needed to direct us for a while.

All of a sudden, signs start popping up that the road is closed ahead. Now, construction isn’t uncommon in Ohio, and lane closures are super common, but since this is a pretty major freeway it’s weird that it would be closed entirely. But sure enough as we keep going there’s clear signs of road construction: orange barrels, concrete barriers dividing the lanes, men working under bright lamps, all of it. Nothing seems particularly strange about any of this except that the freeway is definitely closed, and the concrete barriers pretty much force you to take the up coming exit.

So we take the exit, a little confused and annoyed, and off the freeway we have no idea where to go from there. It’s not an area we know the back roads of very well, and this exit leads to a stretch of farm road; dark and empty.

Our game plan was to just turn around, get on the freeway going to opposite direction and backtrack until we could figure out a way around the construction. Except we can’t do that, because there is a semi truck parked on the freeway entrance, facing the wrong way with his load slanting across the entire road. There’s a couple of guys standing around the truck talking, but they don’t really acknowledge us or seem to notice that we’re trying to get by. We eventually have to give up and head down the dark road instead.

The GPS isn’t really helping us now, so we turn it off and I pull up the map on my phone, guiding my friend back to the freeway. We’re both a little weirded out right now, and completely lost out here in the middle of no where. We decide our best bet would be to get back on the freeway heading towards home and ask the construction crew if they know of a detour when we get to them.

It takes about 45 minutes to get back to another entrance to the freeway, but we finally do. We get on the same freeway, going the same direction, and we’ve backtracked a bit. We read all the same signs along the way as we did before…

Except there’s no construction signs. There’s no construction equipment, or workers, not even so much as a cone. It was like all the concrete barriers and machines had been packed up and shipped out in the 45 minutes it took us to get back there.

We have no idea to this day what happened. It’s not possible for us to have gotten on a different road, and he had definitely backtracked and not somehow gone around the construction. When we tell people about it it’s met with a lot of skepticism, and maybe it was just a trick our tired brains pulled on us, but honestly that didn’t make it any less freaky at the time.

Uncle Gerry’s Family Fun Zone

by reddit user Red_Grin

This is a lengthy story but it is worth it:

I didn’t know Will could draw, I remember thinking as my friend’s hand quickly moved across the page. And then I looked more closely at Will’s impromptu sketch, and I immediately regretted it. I tried to unsee it. I shifted my attention to other things around me, anything at all that wasn’t ink on the page: the blur of Will’s hand, the beads of sweat gathering at his temples, the gentle autumn breeze creeping through the crack of the window.

Don’t look at the page. Just don’t look at it.

But I knew I had to. So I looked. And it was worse than I expected. Much worse.

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Hi guys! This week I’m discussing a lot of your questions in a bisexy Q&A! It’s quite an emotional one, we dive in deep! After having met a lot of you on tour, I was really touched by your stories and struggles. I definitely felt it was time to talk about a lot of the hurdles you’ve faced on your journey of self discovery. Hopefully this video will help anybody seeking advice or guidance, or perhaps just let people know that they’re not alone! If you guys have any other questions I didn’t touch upon, make sure you leave them in the comments below!

Fun fact: Shannon’s gone and I can’t remember life before she stayed with us.

170424 Jackson’s Ending Speech in Perth

“We are now in the last stop of our Australian tour, and we’ve been to different cities, we’ve met different cities, we met different people. We also ate different food. But the only thing—Everything was different. But the amount of energy and passion you guys have – that Australian people have – was really a memorable moment for us. And I know sometimes it’s hard. Sometimes it’s really tiring while supporting us all the time. Because of all the rumors. Because all the other issues. At the end of the day, I just want you guys to know, we are still us. I’m still Jackson. Still the old Jackson that you guys know. Through the highs and lows, and every day, what kept us going on, and no matter how tiring everything is we all suck it up and shut our mouths and just work our butts off – because of you guys. Because we want to make you guys proud. We will be back soon. I’ll see you guys next time. Until then, be healthy mentally and physically. Thank you very much.”

[© shared with permission from @jiminsofts on Twitter]

Welcome to the BATIM Fandom!

After making my own Bendy blog afew days ago, I realized this fandom has really grown, and to think part 2 isn’t even out yet. What made me draw this is, Is the fact they’re so many Bendy blogs out there, and everyone in this fandom is so sweet and very kind. Everyone has their own interpretation of Bendy and art style. From the littlest ink blob, to the biggest ink monster, Even to the beautiful different genderbents of Bendy! Everyone is so welcoming and friendly.

I can’t even begin to name all the nice people i met so far, It would take too much time and i don’t want to leave anyone out.

Not to mention all the art work is just priceless, You have digital artists, and even
traditional artists that all do a great job. Every Bendy blog should feel welcome and loved. No matter what your portrayal or your art style. I hope this fandom remains to be the welcoming community it is.

Let’s not forget, We all have a little devil inside all of us~

Excerpts from interview with Johan “Shellback” Schuster (from 2015)

His artist name Shellback is fittingly from professor Shellback in the Swedish cartoon Bamse - a logical and technical genius that has a solution for everything. And also a person that sleeps a lot at his workplace and may seem a bit absent. 

A more intelligible way to understand how Johan thinks is to listen to his works. “Shake It Off” with Taylor Swift was, together with Megan Trainor’s “All About That Bass”, the song that dominated the year of pop music in 2014. If you haven’t heard “Shake It Off” a hundred times you are obviously allergic to electricity.


Anyone who thinks there is a formula for pop hit records is a sloppy listener. The songwriters and artists that try to sound like the others on the charts can become successful - for a while - but they soon fall into oblivion. On the contrary, the biggest songs are those that break the norm, the ones that do not follow any rules other than gut feeling.

Shake It Off (billboard #1 for 4 weeks) didn’t sound like any other modern hit song at the time of its release. The song starts with a five second long drum intro - old fashioned acoustic drums - something that is unheard of on commercial radio.

It is Johan playing the drums on Shake It Off. It is also Johan playing guitar, bass, keyboard and shouting in the background.

Songwriting on Shake It Off is credited to Shellback, Max Martin (Johan’s discoverer and mentor) and Taylor herself.

Johan further explains:
-  Shake It off was the next to last song we recorded for the album. The other was actually Blank Space (billboard #1 for 7 weeks). With Taylor one can work very quickly, sometimes we wrote a song a day. When we met 6 months after our first session we felt like there was a type of song missing.

How do you know that?
-  Basically it’s a kind of pleasing frustration. How good everything feels. We’re home, we have everything we need. But, at the same time… a feeling of… something missing. Something that breaks from the other stuff. Something more light-hearted. Pharrell had just released Happy and that song was on our minds. When we worked with Taylor on the last album, which was the first time she didn’t write everything herself, we did We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together. It had a different feel than her other songs. It had a more fun and flirty feel to it. We felt that maybe we needed a song like that.

-  Taylor usually has a solid idea when she comes in, but this time we had nothing. It is also uncommon for Martin and me to work that way. We usually come well prepared to a session. So we just sat there. What the hell do we do now? We started playing music to each other to get reference points. Someone that happened to be me said, how about doing something in the same tempo as Hey Ya by Outkast? Something faster and more drum based?

-  In the studio there was a drum kit set up and ready to go. I went in and played something just for fun. We later on used that very recording for the song. What you hear is played live. We really thought of it as a sketch - all right, now we have a tempo to work on - but it often happens that you keep the demo even though it isn’t perfect, since there is more feeling in it. Martin was humming something, Taylor was humming something else. There was a mellotron. I found a brass sound and started playing something really bad on purpose (duh duh duh, exactly what is heard on Shake It Off). Martin instantly said: “That is awesome”. If he had not said that I would have moved on and tried something else. 

-  What we had didn’t really feel like chorus chords, but just as we were packing up for the day Taylor wrote a falling melody that sounded really hooky. We still didn’t know what it was. Is it a chorus? A verse? Me and Martin listened to it in the car on the way home and we were shaking our heads. Is this good? Is it shit? The next day after we had slept on it, which is the best thing you can do, we realized that we had been humming it all morning. The rest of the song wrote itself very naturally. Taylor wrote the lyrics in 30 minutes.

It is an incredibly clever lyric, a comment to her life situation as a tabloid target.
-  She is a hell of a writer, personal and broad at the same time. And the speed of it is unreal. I don’t get how she does it. If I was to write about my life it would be the most boring lyric in the world (starts singing the Shake It Off melody): “I go to the studio every day…”

A love that never dies

Request: Can you do an Elijah Mikaelson imagine? Where the reader and Elijah were together and married before he was turned and when he was turned she was turned too. And when Elijah and the reader go to help Elena with Klaus, Elena walks in on Elijah and the reader having a cute moment and when the reader is leaving she over hears Elena asking Elijah about their love and he gets all glossy eyes and tell her about their story and how their love will never die. Fluff fluff fluff! Please and thank you! 

Disclaimer: There’s is slight mention of rape and also i changed it a little. I switched Elena out with Hope and made Hope around 15-16 years old in this. 

PLEASE DO NOT READ IF RAPE IS A TRIGGER FOR YOU 

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Going back a thousand and a hundred and something years I didn’t expect my life to turn out like this. Ending up with the best guy. Ending up with the best family. Ending up with the best story.

“Honey, you’re missing a button,” Elijah said referring to the back of my long wine red dress I was wearing for the Mikaelson ball tonight. After having stopped Klaus from trying to kill Elena we, mostly just Elijah and i, decided having a classic Mikaelson ball would lighten up the mood.

“Really. I didn’t notice,” I said trying to bend my arms to button the top. I had one arm reached over my shoulder and the other one was pushing up the back of the dress so that I could reach the low cut back. I let out a huff as I for the third time failed in buttoning the stupid dress.

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anonymous asked:

91, 84, 82, 100, with hobi!

Prompt request: “Help me hide!” + “No, I didn’t murder them. I accidentally knocked them unconscious forever, that’s all.” + “My back’s a bit sore from when you stabbed me with your knife.” + “You’re my soulmate!?”

Pairing: Hoseok/Reader

Genre: Fluff (I guess?) + Humour

Summary: In a world where soulmates are identified by matching marks, you meet your other half a little unceremoniously (featuring bad boy Hoseok).

Word count: 1.1k words


With a tired sigh, you glanced up at the clock. It was almost ten–closing time. The record store you worked at part-time was located in a sketchy part of town, and you hated closing. Walking home alone was always a frightening experience.

Since you had nothing else to do, you perused through the racks of CD’s, humming along to the music playing from the store’s speakers.

As you were browsing through the 80’s rock section, the front door swung open, banging against the wall loudly. Your head shot up in surprise, your heart beating wildly.

In front of you, there was a boy about your age, donned in all black and a leather jacket. He was panting heavily, sweat beading on his forehead. You were a bit taken aback by his handsome features–a pointed nose, high cheekbones, and a strong jawline.

But more than anything, you were annoyed. The store closed in three minutes.

“Sorry, the store’s clo–”

“Help me hide!” the boy practically screamed, advancing towards you rapidly. “Hurry! They’re going to find me!”

“Who are they?” you squealed, almost tripping over your feet as you walked backwards. “Who are you!?”

“We can save the introductions for later,” the boy said hurriedly, eyes wide in panic. “I swear I won’t hurt you, just lock the damn door.”

Peering into the boy’s large, almost innocent-looking eyes, you couldn’t help but believe him. Plus, you knew you were in danger now, too.

You grabbed the store keys from where they sat at the cash register and darted to the front door. With shaking hands, you jammed the key into the keyhole and twisted the old, temperamental lock.

You turned back to look at the boy, who seemed to visibly relax.

“Let’s hide,” he said, turning to walk behind the cash register. “Just to be safe.”

Left with no other options, you followed the dangerous boy behind the counter, ducking down with him. You were so close to him, able to feel his radiating body heat and hear the quiet sound of him breathing.

Casting a brief glance at the boy, upon closer inspection, you realized his hands were covered in blood.

“Oh my god,” you choked out, falling onto your butt. You scooted backwards until your back hit the wall. You could feel your heart practically beating out of your chest. “Did you kill someone?”

“What?” the boy asked, looking at you, surprised. Then, his gaze shifted to his hands and he laughed. “No, I didn’t murder them. I accidentally knocked them unconscious forever, that’s all.”

“Holy shit,” you whispered, mostly to yourself. “Tonight is the night I die. So young, too. I had my whole life ahead of me.”

“Relax,” the boy laughed. He wiped his bloodied hands on his black jeans, the sticky substance smearing everywhere. “I’m joking. The guy’s not dead. I just momentarily delayed him, hence the hiding now.”

“That’s reassuring,” you squeaked, pulling your knees up to your chest. You could feel your body shaking and your breaths quicken.

“Hey, hey,” the boy frowned, moving closer to you as he sensed your distress. “Nothing’s gonna happen to you, I swear. No one’s gonna find us, and even if they do, I won’t let them touch you.”

You eyed the boy suspiciously, but you felt your body begin to uncoil.

“I’m Hoseok, by the way,” he continued with a sunny smile, which contrasted starkly against his dark appearance. “Most people just call me J-Hope, though.”

“That’s a pretty lame street name,” you blurted out unthinkingly. The moment you said it, you slapped a hand over your mouth, regretting it instantly.

Hoseok just laughed. “Trust me, it’s not the worst. I have a friend called Baby G.”

You winced at that, smiling a little bit.

“So, what’s your name?” Hoseok asked conversationally.

“Oh, I’m Y/N,” you replied. Then, you questioned if telling him was a good idea. Belatedly, you realized you were wearing your name tag the entire time.

“Nice to meet you!” Hoseok said cheerily. “Although I wish we could have met in different circumstances.”

“So what happened?” you asked, nodding in the direction of Hoseok’s still slightly bloody hands.

“It was a deal gone awry,” Hoseok shrugged. “It happens sometimes.”

“Are you in a gang?” you whispered, body on alert once more.

“Oh, no,” Hoseok said, laughing in surprise. “I’m actually an underground rapper. One of my friends deals, though, and I was just helping him out.”

You sighed in relief, happy to not be stuck in the middle of a gang war. You lapsed into silence, listening carefully to the sounds coming from outside. In the calm, the sound of Hoseok’s cell phone ringing caused both of you to jump.

Hoseok grabbed his phone and squinted at the display, a frown etched on his face.

“You asshole,” he said immediately, although his words didn’t hold much venom. You could hear the sound of someone talking faintly through the tinny-sounding phone. “Yeah, I’m fine. My back’s a bit sore from when you stabbed me with your knife, though.”

“Are you hurt?” you gasped, ready to reach for the first aid kit stored underneath the cash.

“Oh, no,” Hoseok said, pulling the phone away from his ear. “Figuratively speaking.”

He turned back to the phone, speaking quickly. Hoseok listed names, presumably of the people involved with the drug deal gone south. Eventually, he hung up and turned back to you.

“The coast is clear,” he announced as he stood up. He stretched his long legs a little bit, then extended a hand to help you up. You took it apprehensively, realizing Hoseok could still feel the slight tremors that ran through your body.

Hoseok frowned at this. He shrugged his leather jacket off and draped it over your shoulders. The warm material comforted you immensely. As Hoseok withdrew his arms, you noticed his soul-mark.

It was quite small and delicate looking, which matched Hoseok’s gentle demeanour and clashed with his bad boy persona. His soul-mark was an abstract, winding pattern that reminded you of constellations. It was also shockingly familiar.

“You’re my soulmate!?” you shrieked, staring wide-eyed into Hoseok’s own large eyes.

He gaped at you, glancing down at your clothed forearm. Hastily, you presented your arm, yanking the sleeve of your shirt up to your elbow. Indeed, the perfect match of Hoseok’s soul-mark was drawn into your skin.

“Fuck,” Hoseok managed, completely awed. He looked back up at you with stars in his eyes. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

- Girl in Luv

Sorry this took so long to write! These prompts were the funnest ones, so thanks for requesting them! Hope you enjoyed. If you want to request an imagine, check out our prompts page for inspiration. Happy reading!

Timing is irrelevant when two people are meant for each other. It’s what I once believed.

But we met during a time when I was such a mess, when I still had so much to figure out. How could I have known how crucial every word, every action was or how losing you would be something I would always regret?

If only you could have met me now, how different it would be. How much I have changed. How I have grown. I learned so much from all the mistakes I made with you. I just wish I had made them with someone else.
—  Lang Leav, “Regrets” Lullabies
“Something you need” A MahiKuro song comic


There are reasons why we cross paths with different people.
I hope you`re just as glad to have met me as I am to you.

As you read the comic, I highly recommend playing the song “Something you need” by Against the Current for full feels effect!! Read line by line if you have to~ 

I hope you like it!  (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) Just in time for Valentine`s~ hmmm hmmm!

Also, 50 Shades of Blue xD //kicked

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Kick-Ass Chicks: Julie Mooney & Emily Sims

If you see two girls dancing perfectly in synch to your favorite classic tunes, there’s a high chance it’s sisters and bloggers, Julie and Emily. As we walked up to the busy front gates before the park’s official opening, we wondered just how we would find the two dancing darlings in a sea of people. But to no surprise, we spotted them in their matching Vans Lifeguard Hats & Sk8-Hi’s in a matter of seconds— after all, Vans Girls always standout from the crowd. Their laid-back California style and carefree attitudes may have already drawn you in, but their epic tips, tricks, and rare finds will keep you glued to their Insta stories and coming back for more! We sat down with Julie and Emily to get a glimpse into their mega fun careers and to talk building a business as sisters, and having the happiest place on earth as their office. Find out how they turned their passion into a career after the jump…

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Got7′s reaction to coming home and finding their S/O in little to no clothing *smuttish*

Jackson: He would walk into your apartment, and find you sprawled out on your bed napping. He noticed the thin two piece set you were wearing, and if he looked a little closer he could see your nipple piercings poking through. You have never really worn anything like it before around him. So he decided to join you on the bed, pulling you closer. “Ah your such a tease Y/n, I’ve never seen anything more perfect.” Since he’s tired from dance practice, he would place a gentle kiss upon your lips then resume cuddling until he falls asleep.

Bambam: Since practice ended earlier than expected he rushed home, and the first thing he wanted to do was take a nice hot bath. He needed to relax all of the built up tension in his muscles. When he reached the apartment he ran straight for the bathroom, and when he entered he was greeted by the most beautiful site he’s ever seen.You were relaxing in the tub wearing nothing but a tiara, and drinking champagne casually. He stopped in his tracks, and just stared at you admiring how perfect you were. That made you giggle. “Babe are you just gonna stand there? Or are you going join me?” You asked teasingly, he smirked. “So this is what my princess does when I’m not around eh? Well then I’ll start coming home more early.”

Yugyeom: After the fan meeting got canceled early, he decided it would be best to come home to you early. Lately his schedule has been so hectic that you guys haven’t spent any quality time together. On the way he stopped by the local florist and picked up your favorite flowers just because. When he entered the apartment he noticed you from across the room. You were sitting in front of the window with a book in hand and gazing out of the window. You looked like a glowing goddess glistening in the sun. It shined onto your melanin, giving you this radiant glow, and it was stunning sight to witness. He considered not bothering you because you looked so serene without his presence. You feel a stare so you looked over to see him standing there with a bouquet. “Hey baby, what are those for?” You shifted now facing him, he walked over. “Y/n I know how lonely it must be for you since the comeback, and we haven’t really had any time to spend quality time together but starting today that changes ok? From now on it’s all about you and I.”

Mark: He had just got back from the jungle, but he arrived a day earlier than planned. So naturally he decides that he wants to surprise you, because during the trip you didn’t really communicate because of the time difference and schedule differences. Also you and mark have a very healthy sex life, so when you separate for more than 3 days there are needs that still haven’t been met. As soon as mark lands he makes his way to the apartment, and when he get there he tries to be as quiet as possible. He tiptoed into your room to find you laying on the bed facing the opposite way from him which was perfect. He noticed that you were laying in nothing else but a very revealing body suit, while scrolling through his instagram. It’s almost like you were waiting for him to take you right there. So he didn’t waste anymore time, he sat down behind you then he started kissing down your neck startling you. You jumped a little and you were shocked “I’m sorry baby I just couldn’t resist.” He said while caressing your butt, and then he bit his lip.

Jaebum: He has had a long long day, and he needs his stress reliever you. Usually when he is stressed just having a conversation with you would fix everything, but other times all he needed was to release the stress with sex. Today he wanted the second option more than anything so he rushed home, and when he entered he noticed you right away. You were sitting Indian style on the couch, watching TV in nothing but a short hoodie that shows a lot of under boob and panties. You looked simply stunning to him and he has never seen you this exposed before, and all he wanted to do in that moment was ravish your body. He started walking towards you, making you glance over, but you noticed the look he gave you and it caught your attention. You know that look, and whenever he looked at you like that it would turn you on instantly. That’s the look that starts it all, and you lived for it so you decided to play with his dominance. “Well.. what are you waiting for daddy?” you smirked up at him. He chuckled darkly “Oh, I don’t think you wanna test me right now darling.”

Youngjae: After hanging out with his brother for awhile, he decided to head home to spend the rest of his day with you the love of his life. When he arrives he is immediately greeted with the smell of paint. Which wasn’t unusual painting was one of your many hobbies. He walked into the living area to find you sitting on the floor examining a giant canvas. He noticed that you were wearing one of his shirts which was over-sized on you. He also noticed from the waist down you were bare, which was unusual for him because you have always been insecure about your legs and thighs so you would never show them. He smiled proudly because you finally listened to him, he has always encouraged you to show them off because they are  perfect to him. “I’m admiring my art admiring her art.” He said giggling silently so he wouldn’t distract the artist at work.

Jinyoung: It’s 2 am and he still hasn’t made it home yet, lately you’ve been sleeping so much you would miss him coming in at night and waking up to him in the morning. So tonight you drank some caffeine to prolong your energy long enough to see your fiance. Sadly you started to doze off but luckily Jinyoung was only seconds away from entering your home. He is dead tired and all he wants to do is flop on to bed and cuddle you all night and morning long. He entered the apartment to find you half asleep on the couch, this sight warmed his heart but at the same time he felt bad about you trying to stay awake just to see him. He walked over quietly to not wake you, and then he slowly began to pick you up in bridal style. When you feel this happening you open your eyes to see your handsome fiance, you opened your mouth to speak but he shushed you. “I really appreciate you trying to stay up for me Y/n but I have the rest of the week off so there was really no need.Now let’s get you to bed” He placed a soft kiss upon your lips.

Harry Styles - Guest Songwriter Imagine


[I’m not as happy with this as I wish I was when I first imagined writing this and that kind of bums me out. I’ve thought about re-writing it but just wanted to get something up for you guys. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m not happy with this - I’m just not. I hope you all like it though!]


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Please, 79 with Jungkook

Prompt request: “You’re hot, shame about the personality.”

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You and Jungkook get off on the wrong foot…but everything works out just fine.

Word Count: 877 words


You curled further into the warmth of Jungkook’s body, head resting on your boyfriend’s muscular arm. A cool breeze shifted through the open field, and you shivered in the cold, evening air. Jungkook wrapped his arm around your shoulders, his heat seeping into your skin.

As you glanced at the stars glistening in the clear night sky above you, a soft sigh escaped your lips.

“I still can’t believe we’re going to be so far apart,” you whispered with a sad smile. You played with Jungkook’s hand–the one that wasn’t holding your shoulder–tracing the protruding veins that travelled all the way down his forearm. “This is our last weekend together.”

“The distance will be difficult, but it won’t be impossible,” Jungkook replied, craning his head to press a kiss to the top of your head. “We both got into our top choices, and it’s gonna be a great opportunity for both of us.”

“I know,” you said, trying to memorize every single detail of Jungkook that you had taken for granted in your years together. “I’m excited for university, but I just wish we could have stayed together.”

Jungkook ran his fingers through your hair comfortingly. A silence settled between the two of you, punctuated by the ambient noise of the small town around you.

“Hey, remember the first time we met?” Jungkook asked suddenly, his voice light with laughter. “Who would’ve thought we would end up dating?”

You laughed with Jungkook, smiling up at him. “How could I forget?”

◅◅   Two years ago  ◅◅ 

The bell rang, signalling the start of another school day–only, today was different. A transfer student stood at the front of the class, which was an oddity in your small town. All of the other sophomore students sat at the edge of their seats, trying to get a glimpse at the boy whose head was ducked.

“Everyone, we have a new student today. His name is Jungkook,” your teacher introduced, her peppy voice even more excited than usual. “Please treat him kindly and help him as much as you can.”

Finally, the boy looked up, showing the class more than just a head of black hair. And when he did, the girls gasped and blushed.

The boy, Jungkook, who stood at the front of the class was incredibly cute. You could understand the reactions of the girls around you.

He had defined features–a strong nose, wide eyes, sharp eyebrows, and pretty lips. But he had a cold and guarded expression, still refusing to meet anyone’s eyes.

“Where should I sit?” Jungkook asked, his voice sweet and smooth.

“There’s an empty spot there,” the teacher said, pointing to where you were sitting at the very back of the classroom. A few girls turned to look at you sharply, jealousy burning in their eyes. You wanted to laugh at them.

Jungkook sauntered down the rows of desks, eventually stopping at where you were sitting. You smiled up at him as he set his backpack down, but he just regarded you cooly.

“Hi! Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N,” you said, mostly to ease the awkwardness and make Jungkook feel a little more comfortable. He said nothing as he slipped into the seat beside yours. “So…what brought you to this little town? We never get any new students here!”

“It’s none of your business,” Jungkook snapped, slamming his binder on his desk. The people around you jumped in surprise at Jungkook’s harsh tone. “I’d like to pay attention, so if you don’t mind.”

Your mouth set itself into a deep frown, and you glared at the new boy beside you. It was then that you decided you hated Jungkook. “You’re hot,” you began, your words laced with venom. “Shame about the personality.”

▻▻   Present    ▻▻

“You were such an asshole!” you exclaimed, hitting Jungkook lightly against his chest. He laughed and swatted your hand way.

“I was nervous,” Jungkook corrected, nipping your ear in retaliation. “I was so overwhelmed! Everyone was staring at me and I just flipped out.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “at me. And I wasn’t even drooling over you like everyone else!”

“You were, a little bit,” Jungkook snickered. “Don’t be embarrassed–I thought you were cute, too.”

You squeaked in protest, shooting up from where you were lying down. You looked down at Jungkook, who had changed so much from the first time you had met him. The boy you thought was rude turned out to become the kindest, most charming person you had ever known. But even now, you could still see the nervous, insecure boy that Jungkook once was.

You knew he had to be just as afraid as you were.

“I guess if we could make it past those terrible first impressions, we can get through anything,” you smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against Jungkook’s familiar lips. He lifted his hands and cupped your jaw, keeping you in place as he deepened the kiss.

Eventually, the two of you separated, blushing and short of breath.

“You know, I love you, Y/N,” Jungkook said, his eyes shining in the pale light of the night sky. “Nothing will ever change that.”

“I know,” you breathed, getting lost in the depths of his eyes. “And I love you, too.”

- Girl in Luv

Well, that’s that! Hope you enjoyed. If you liked, you can send us a request using our new prompts page! Thanks for reading~

Deepest Darkest Secret

HELLO FRIENDS GET PUMPED I’VE BEEN WORKING ON SOMETHING

This is an eighth year AU, and it’s going to have around 20 chapters. It’s based on this little thing I wrote for FEDA and promised to continue. Also posted on AO3 here

Soulmate AU where you’re born knowing your soulmate’s biggest secret.


Chapter 1. Baz.

My soulmate is the Insidious Humdrum.

I’ve known this since before I was old enough to know what the Insidious Humdrum was. At first I thought I was actually going to fall in love with the Insidious Humdrum, which confused the hell out of me. Is it even human? (Then again, I’m not human, either.) How could I fall in love with a supervillain?

I don’t think anyone in the World of Mages actually understands what the Humdrum is. In the break before eighth year, I sat in on a series of Old Family meetings, each more useless than the last. Some of them are about strategy and the Mage. Fiona keeps insisting that I have to know things about Snow that we can use to our advantage.

‘We avoid each other as much as we can,’ I keep telling her. ‘He fell asleep on his Latin homework at least six times last year. That’s all I’ve got.’

It’s a lie. Fiona’s right; I do know things about Snow. Everyone knows their soulmate’s deepest secret, even if their soulmate doesn’t know it themselves. His future biggest secret is the darkest, most important one, and the one that the least number of people will ever know.

It makes sense that it’s him. I’ve been hopelessly in love with him since fifth year and it already feels like a lifetime. He’s got his fingerprints all over my soul. It has to be him.

Not that I’ll ever admit it to my family. My love, my downfall, my biggest secret. (Bigger than the fact that I’m a vampire, because there are at least three adults who know about that, and I’m never telling anyone about Simon.)

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Would it be too much to imagine that I wanted to spend time with you?
— 

Gentle words I hear in my head at 5 AM when I’m still awake and asking God what could be keeping me up.
I wondered if it was guilt or anxiety or fear or just uncertainty. His response was pure love.
Why do we assume God is looking on us with scorn or with the intent to berate us? Discipline is not hate and disciple isn’t even the sum total of our Father’s love.
It’s easy to say “Jesus loves me” to someone or recite it in song but when we’re alone is that how we act? Or do we hide? Do we hide because we fear that judgement will come when we least expect it from an almighty fist? How often do we forget that He is a God who walked among us and sat with the lowest of us? How often do we think that our sin is just different, that we are less because we “should know better”? How often do we forget that God’s love and grace is for everyone, people who met Him yesterday and those of us who have been walking with Him for years? Unlike our human love God’s love doesn’t not wane; it is constant till the end of time. There is so much more to God than realize and so much more to His love for us than we allow ourselves to believe.

Believe that God would just want to spent time with you. Believe that He loves you enough to desire nearness with you. Believe that the Creator of the Universe, the Alpha and Omega, the One who gave His only Son to save, truly and deeply loves you.

-31 Women (Nan)

Helium

genre: angst/suggested smut

summary: your simon dominic’s girlfriend and you are younger than him, by quite a few years, and he’s not sure he’s the one for you but you reassure him he is

a/n: i kinda have like a deep love for simon d that’s often hidden, so like this request made me hella happy. I changed it a bit because i felt suggested smut was better than the full out smut, hopefully the anon is okay with that

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For a Lost Daughter: new chapter!

On April 17th, 2016 I posted my very first fic. 

I WAS SCARED AS FCK, Y’ALL. 

You can read it between the lines of my preface of that post: 

What I said: “Very nervous to post this given how much great Outlander fanfiction there is out there, but I hope you enjoy! “

Translation: FCK FCK FCK FCK I FEEL SO DUMB AND RIDICULOUS WHY AM I DOING THIS INTRUDER ALERTS WILL BE GOING OFF THE SECOND I POST THIS, WHO AM I KIDDING THEY’RE ALREADY GOING OFF I”M SETTING THEM OFF MYSELF AND RUNNING THROUGH THE HALLS SOMEONE PLEASE STOP ME BUT ALSO LOVE ME IMMEDIATELY READ IT BUT ALSO DON’T READ IT OH JESUS H ROOSEVELT CHRIST MAKE IT STOP

And yet, here we are a year later. 

I want to sincerely thank you all for being so unbelievably supportive, pretty much from day one. You guys are incredible, and I can’t thank you enough for reading, reblogging, commenting on, making art for, and generally loving on my writing and giving me an amazing community and creative outlet in a very strange period of my life. You guys rock.

AND SO, for the occasion today, I said to myself: 

Originally posted by uptownhags


AND SO, HERE YOU GO. 



For a Lost Daughter


The Beginning: Part 1

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Everything in between:  Link to my Master List



For Lost Sisters 

October, 1767


“Faith?”

It was barely a murmur, but I jumped and nearly fell into the creek as I snapped my head around to face—

Jamie.

Papa, how did you kn—” I turned back away from him and wiped my tears furiously on my sleeve, mortified at how my voice seemed to vanish, “—know I was here?”

I felt the warmth of him settling on the log next to me, his hand coming to rest softly on the small of my back.  “Wee Roger told me what happened, lass.”

What happened. The tears welled up again in force, and my throat went so tight that—

Jamie turned and gathered me to him, letting me sob my heart out onto the shoulder of his clean shirt. “You’ll find your way wi’ Brianna, lass,” he said firmly, smoothing my hair and cupping my head tenderly to him. “I promise.”

But nearly two weeks at River Run hadn’t helped me find me any such a way. 


It wasn’t any one thing wrong in particular causing the trouble between my sister and me. It was a seemingly infinite series of small ones, all culminating in the overwhelming conclusion that Brianna and I might never have a mutually-fulfilling relationship. 

Everything just seemed to fall apart when the the two of us spoke or interacted for any prolonged period of time. We seemed to be forever misinterpreting each others’ words and tones; making bad assumptions misunderstanding one another at every other turn; not finding the same things funny or interesting; gravitating toward different company. …. except, critically, ROGER. 

He and I had already formed a bond before Brianna and I had met, and THAT was a problem. It was what had prompted the showdown this afternoon, in fact. Roger had sought me out to see if I wanted to go for a ride, just the two of us. We hadn’t spent time one-on-one for more than a few minutes since I’d arrived at River Run, and I’d been thrilled to accept his suggestion. I liked Roger greatly, and wanted to hear about how he and Brianna were doing and maybe get his point of view on how I might be better able to connect with her.  

Brianna, though, had been truly hurt by the notion that Roger wanted to spend time with me without her present, and an argument at the stables had become a full-out shouting match. She had all but forgotten me during the altercation, for all of her words were directed at Roger, but my presence was at the core of every word. 

Did he prefer my company to hers? 

Was he getting bored of her? 

Was he wanting to make a SWITCH? 

I’d slipped quietly away from the brawl, toward the woods, trying my very best not to cry until I’d gotten out of earshot of the stables. 


“I can’t do anything right by her, Papa,” I sobbed. All of the pain and hurt clung to me like leeches, stabbing me with guilt. “Everything I try—anytime I try to act differently, to reach her or understand better, just—backfires, and she hates me all the more for it.”

“She doesna hate ye, Faith,” Jamie said sharply. “I see your hurt, but I see hers, too. She doesna hate ye,” he repeated. “Ye must trust me on that, at least.”

I nodded as I pulled back and wiped my eyes. He meant well, but it was wishful thinking, at best. 

“Though I must confess something to ye, mo chridhe,” he said, of a sudden, “sometimes, I feel precisely the same.”

That took me aback and I coughed, sniffling to catch my breath. “Feel how?”

“That I canna do anything right by her.”

I peered at him, my eyes still burning. “Truly? But you two seem—”

“Aye, we seem,” he said, nodding, “but it’s something we have to work at, aye?” Jamie rose and knelt by the water, rummaging lightly in the sand. “Ye know, for as much as you seem a copy of your mother and Brianna one of me, you and I are quite remarkably alike, mo nighean dubh.”

God, how I loved Jamie Fraser—because he was my father, yes; because of all he’d done for me, yes; but also simply for himself. The way he had placed his immediate attention on finding skipping stones to give me time to compose myself, to allow me privacy and time to absorb what he was about to say without feeling I was under scrutiny.

“How are we alike, Papa?” I asked, feeling the rush of tenderness flood through me despite my inner turmoil. Yes, I could easily see why he’d made a lifelong impression upon Claire Beauchamp. Jamie Fraser was a man of heart and of care; of love

“Well, in many ways, in fact, in our manner and look….but at present, I mean that we’re both outsiders of this new family,” he said, skipping a stone thrice before it plonked into the deep water. “Claire and Brianna—they’ve had one another for twenty years, from the very beginning. They ken one another: their moods and tendencies; everything.” He skipped another, managing five jumps this time. “And compared to that, you and I….well, we can hardly be anything but at a disadvantage, aye?”

I made a sound in my throat, part snort, part sob. I knew, alright. 

He went on. “You and I are just getting to know one another, true. But on top of that, I’m still learning Claire again and getting to know Brianna for the first time; and I make mistakes in plenty, in that.” He managed to skip a stone clear to the far bank of the creek. “There’s love between Bree and I, yes, and true affection and liking, too; and yet I’ll say something that vexes her, and I willna ken what in God’s name to say to make it right. Claire is the only reason I havena driven Brianna to clobber me upside the head these last months.” 

Despite everything, I laughed, and Jamie smiled, too. “You and I are alike,” he repeated, “in that we’re still strangers to them, Faith: beloved, important, worthy of their love—but still strangers, in one form or another. It’s joy to build these bonds that join the four of us, utter joy— but not effortless, aye?”

“No indeed,” I laughed darkly. “It seems more effort than joy, for me.”

“But it will be joy, when the two of ye connect at last, aye?” he asked, looking over in concern. “Ye do wish to have something better wi’ her?”

“Yes,” I said at once, “God, it’s keeping me up at night longing for it, Papa. I’m just not sure I’ll ever be able to understand Brianna enough to be a good sister. Everything I do is a misstep—it seems I fail to meet her expectations every single day, in some way or other. We get into the same bed every night, and I’m… afraid! Afraid to say anything to her at all! I seek out Fergus so often because I’m scared to take up too much time and energy from Roger and Ian, and even more so from you and Maman—because I don’t want her to feel I’m taking too much of her people for myself.”

There was true consternation on his face at that, verging on anger. “Has she said as much? That she resents the time ye—”

“No!” I said hastily, waving my hands in dismissal. “No, not at all, I just…NO, I …” I sighed. “It’s only that I tend toward anxiety and avoidance, when I’m afraid, comprends?” I clenched the fabric of skirt in my fists, not meeting his eye. “Fixate and flee. That’s my way.”

Lord, wasn’t that the truth? That’s why it had taken me MONTHS and intense encouragement from Oliver to leave the twenty-second-century and actually set out to find my family—because I’d been too caught up in the what ifs and my many, many crippling fears. It’s why going directly to Ocracoke had been such a leap—I’d faced the danger head-on, and WON. 

Only, the tragedy was that I hadn’t managed to ground that victory in my heart, going forward. I wished I was the woman who’d battled at the stones; but here, in this, I was no more than a small, scared girl. 

“No,” I repeated, doing my best to reassure him, “and please, don’t tell her—or anyone—that I suggested such a thing. It’s just…” I looked up to the canopy of trees overhead, as if the correct words might be found up there, “—difficult… in all the ways I perhaps feared it would be. And…it makes me feel as though I’m not supposed to be here, after all.”

“Listen to me, now.” Jamie knelt and took my hand in his, my cheek in his other. “You’re our daughter, Faith, our child; our firstborn child, and nothing,” he gave me a gentle shake for emphasis, eyes blazing into mine, “nothing—not even Brianna—will ever come between you and your mother and me. Do ye hear me, lass? Not ever. I willna allow it.”

So vehement were his words, so intense his guileless blue eyes, that I couldn’t help but believe. 

I nodded and put my arms around his neck. I savored the comfort of his words and his embrace, trusting in them, at least while their love encircled me. 

A long time later, he kissed my cheek and pulled me to my feet, leading me to the water’s edge, where we had a friendly rock-skipping competition. He won, of course, but he didn’t gloat, and even taught me how better to adjust my grip and wrist.

“I think, too,” he said abruptly, after I’d managed a ten-skip run, “she’s that wee bit jealous, ken?” 

“Bree? Jealous of me?”

“Aye,” he said, brows drawn as he lobbed a stone of his own. “Can ye no’ see it? You’ve such a strong sense of self, Faith,” he went on, at the shake of my head. “The steadiness and sweetness ye have, coupled wi’ your prodigious learning and all the things ye’ve done and seen. Everyone admires ye so greatly, Brianna included.” He picked up another stone and rubbed it between his fingers. “And that’s so verra far from where Bree is, in her own life.” 

“People love Bree, too!” I countered, “Hell, Ian hangs on her every word! She’s beautiful; she’s funny. Her paintings are exquisite. And Lord, you call me a prodigy but she’s a genius. She can do things with numbers at a speed I can’t even fathom! So don’t make me out to be some marvel,” I said, heating up in defense of her, “when she’s just as—” 

“I know, I know, Faith,” Jamie said, laughing a little and touching my shoulder in reassurance. “She’s got just as much to be proud of as you. But,” he said pointedly, finding another rock, “Brianna came back through the stones to us at a crucial time in her life—a time when a lass of her upbringing would be making important decisions about her occupation, her life’s direction, aye? University or marriage or whatever else….and she chose to come here.” 

He skipped the rock but missed atrociously and ended up clattering it on a boulder halfway across. 

He sighed. “Lord knows, I thank Him every day that she did, if only to give us the chance to be a family for a time, at least… but it’s hard for her, ken? She doesna ken what is to be her place here. You’ve your healing, your languages; and on top of it, you’ve been accustomed since a bairn to moving about and adapting to new times and places and folk. Brianna….” He shook his head again. “She's—still so young aye? Young in age and in experience; and she’s come to a new time not even knowing properly who she wishes to be, be it here or in her own place. Do ye see, lass?”

I felt my heart twinge with pain and sadness—not for myself. For my sister. 

“Yes, I see, precisely.”

I had come to River Run craving so deeply to be loved and to feel as if I belonged, that I hadn’t fully stopped to consider how greatly my sister was yearning for the same things. It had been a foregone conclusion, to me, that Brianna was established and confident and seeing me as an outsider—but now that he put it that way—

Brianna must feel as lost as me.

“It may take more time, yet,” my father was saying, hugging me in that way that made me feel bowled over by utter warmth and safety, “but you’re doing just fine, dear heart. And the two of ye will find your rhythm, in time. She just wants to find her place, same as the rest of us.”


This feels very official, does it not?” Fergus whispered to me in French, his eyes flicking around Jocasta’s huge dining table where sat in conference Fergus, me, Brianna, Roger, Ian, Jamie, and Claire.

Definitely,” I whispered back in the same language, grinning, “I should have brought my gavel!” 

It did feel a bit absurdly formal, for all of us to be gathered here in broad daylight with no food before us, as though we were conducting a meeting of some board of trustees….but it was a matter of family business, after all. We’d been taking our ease these last two weeks, enjoying the chance to be together, but it was time to begin making plans to get back to Wilmington and take possession of the print shop before the season turned cold and winter set in. 

Jamie had conveniently selected this time, knowing that Jocasta would be napping. As grateful as I knew he was for his aunt’s lavish hospitality toward the overabundant brood of relations that had taken up residence under her roof, we all knew it was best to conduct these planning discussions without her formidable presence looming, else we would all be obliged to submit to her suggestions—and this next phase of life was about the Frasers

“If you’re quite finished,” Jamie was saying, giving Fergus and me a stern look that made both of us grin like naughty children before quieting, “I’ve been in communication wi’ the landlord in Wilmington and he’s agreed to let us have the vacant shop next door at half price, as it’s gone unrented for so long.” 

“Another shop?” piped up Wee Ian. “What for, Uncle?” 

“A surgery,” Claire blurted, transparent in her overflow of excitement. “A place where people can come to get medicines, get their teeth seen to, wounds mended, and so on.” 

I loved seeing Maman’s passion shining through her usual reserve. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. 

“And you’re going to be the healer, Auntie Claire?” 

“Aye, your Auntie is a rare fine healer, Ian, but so is your cousin,” Jamie was saying, inclining his head toward me. 

Oui, superbe!” Fergus added. “You should have seen how she mended me on our journey.” 

Roger, damn him, piped in about some small scratch I had tended on the road south from Richmond, and I smiled but found my cheeks reddening and my gaze darting toward Brianna across the table from me. Her face was stony. 

God, everyone, change the subject, stop talking about me, please, PLEASE change the subject! 

Thankfully, Claire did. “So, we’ll have the two shops operating side by side. There seems to be a lack of printers AND healers in Wilmington at present, so with all of us working together, we should be able to turn a profit fairly quickly, pay back Jocasta her loan, and be operating on our own two feet financially by next summer, if we manage the books judiciously.”

“Well said, Sassenach,” Jamie said, making a note with his quill. “Now, Faith, lass, you’re of course to work mostly wi’ your mother at the surgery; Fergus and Roger will be needed wi’ me at the print shop; Brianna and Ian,” he said, turning to the two youngest of our contingent, “you’ll be of great use in supporting both establishments, going back and forth to—” 

“I could be the one to manage the books,” Brianna said suddenly, her face brightening more fully than I’d seen her in weeks. Her voice was urgent with enthusiasm, in fact. “I got top marks in my accountancy courses, and I’d love to try my hand at it.”

“Do not worry yourself, Brianna.” Fergus met Bree’s eye with a charming, apologetic smile. “It’s been my own task for years, Milord’s bookkeeping. It would be no great task at all for me to continue doing so.” 

I kicked Fergus under the table. He grunted and gave me a WHAT? kind of look. I gave him one in return (‘Don’t call the one thing for which she’s excited ‘no great task at all’!), but he didn’t seem to comprehend. 

“True,” Brianna said sharply and carefully, her nostrils flaring, and I couldn’t tell if she was trying not to cry or not to throttle Fergus, “but you’re also needed as one of the primary writers for the paper, in addition to Da. Let me take this part of your plate. I’m excellent at math and figuring. I know I can do it.” 

Fergus gaped and stammered a bit. If I was at odds with Brianna in our sibling relationship, he certainly was. Despite having several months advance in opportunities to get to know him, Brianna hadn’t known quite what to make of this pseudo-sibling, and vise versa. 

“Aye, you’re certainly good at maths, hen,” Roger said gently. Damn him, he had the gall to look uncomfortable as Fergus at this turn of events. “But you’ve never actually managed a business operation before. Fergus has. Don’t you think he might be the more natural choice?”

Brianna looked as though Roger had slapped her. Despite her height, her Red-Jamie-intensity and general ill humor these last few weeks, she looked so young and vulnerable and hurt, I wanted to take her into my arms as I’d done at Craigh na Dun. Jesus H Christ, Rog, I wanted to scream at him, YOU should come to her support first above everyone, you —

“Brianna can do it,” I said, bolting to my feet before I even stopped to consider the movement, and drawing all twelve eyes directly to me like laser beams. Bree looked as startled as the rest of them, but wary, to boot, and also…touched?  

I balled my fists and plowed forward, trying not to look at her. No fixating. No fleeing. “She’s the best with numbers and reckoning of any of us at this table. You should have seen her the other day helping Ulysses with calculations for the provisions order from New Bern. She did it all in her head, like THAT!” I snapped my fingers for emphasis. “Calculations you would have had to do on paper, Fergus. Sorry, but it’s true” I said, with a significant look and a regretful grimace, though it was indeed the truth. “She’s the best equipped of all of us to take care of the finances. It’s got to be Bree.”  

“Fergus?” Jamie asked with raised eyebrows, carefully, neutrally

Fergus saw the fire in my expression and—bless him—swallowed back a retort. “Very well. The job is yours, Brianna.” 

She took a deep breath and smiled almost shyly.  “Thank you. If I get stuck at any point, you’ll help me?” 

“Of course, ma chère,” he said with grace and a smile that said all was well. I squeezed his hand under the table. 

“Well, then, that settles it,” Jamie said, making a note on his paper. “Brianna, lass, you shall be our financière.” 

We moved hastily on to other business, to dates and plans, packing lists and arguments over whether or not Rollo would be joining us; but Brianna made sure to catch my eye as soon as possible. For once, her expression was soft, open, no hostility or suspicion. She simply smiled and mouthed, “Thank you.” 

My breath caught and my heart squeezed as I smiled back and silently whispered. “Got your back,” and the grin she tried and failed to suppress melted my heart completely. 

I could have sworn I saw the corner of Jamie’s mouth twitching. As I smiled at him, the twitch blossomed into a beaming glow just for me. Good lass. 



[[more to come. at some point.]]

anonymous asked:

Got any soulmate au prompts? I've got this great idea for a soul mates universe and some cool plot lines but I'll take all the prompts I can get!

DO I EVER.

Marks:

  • Every bruise/scrape/scratch you get, your soulmate gets it too
  • Whatever you draw on your skin shows up on the other
  • Your soulmates name appearing somewhere on your body, and vice versa
  • Identical tattoos of a date and time on your wrist of when you’ll meet your soulmate
  • First/last words of your soulmate on your wrist/arm
  • Colorless tattoos that get color when you meet your soulmate
  • Having multiple tattoos of everyone you’ve ever fallen in love with
  • Only supposed to have one tattoo, ends up with two
  • A date on their wrist to when the other dies
  • “You can’t draw, stop drawing on yourself I can’t go to work like this.”
  • “You are clearly accident prone because I don’t remember getting this many bruises by myself.”
  • “Do you know how many John’s there are in the world? It took me forever to find you. Your parents should have named you Apollo or Maximilian or something.”
  • “I don’t have a tattoo but I think you’re my soulmate anyway.”
  • “Look, I will literally pull up your sleeve to see if we match, just hold still for a minute.”
  • “My time says 11:59, New year’s Eve, Times Square. Fuck.”

Reincarnation:

  • Enemies three lifetimes ago but I keep finding you no matter where I end up
  • The place where I first met you is where we died the last time
  • Once you meet your soulmate you remember all of your past lives
  • Your soulmate you found in your last lifetime is different than the one you found in this one
  • Your soulmate remembers you from before, but you have no memory of any of your past lives
  • Memories of your past lives help you find your soulmate
  • “I’m sorry I took so long.”
  • “I didn’t think you existed.”
  • “I told you I’d find you.”
  • “Promise me that, whatever happens, you’ll remember me.”
  • “I promise I’ll find you sooner next time.”
  • “I’m not afraid to die because I know you’ll be there waiting for me.”

Other:

  • Everyone is born colorblind and once you meet your soulmate everything can be seen in color
  • Whatever you dream I dream
  • Soulmates where you can communicate via thoughts
  • Whatever skill or talent your soulmate has, you have it too
  • A visible red string of fate, but can be broken and re-knotted and re-tied
  • You can only see color where your soulmate has been/touched
  • Every emotion you feel can be felt by the other
  • Once you meet your soulmate you stop aging
  • I can’t lie to you and you can’t lie to me
Silicon Valley SD

Going to be a long post….

Met him a month ago on SA, went out for a 6 hours meet and greet (wrote about it somewhere in this blog). And we have been keeping in touch since then, messages here and there everyday (no, he hasn’t start giving me any allowance but I still talk to him anyways). Fast forward to May, he dropped by my city again and this time we got more intimate.

Stayed with him in his place the first night but I wasn’t feeling too well, and he didn’t force anything on me. Next day during breakfast I told him I wasn’t sure where the arrangement is leading, hence I was also unsure about getting intimate with him the night before. (It’s bullshit actually, I just told him that I have problems compartmentalising my feelings, and I tend to like the person more after I go to bed with them. So I want to be sure he wants to take care of me in a long term basis and if it’s a one time thing I rather we stay friends, lol, yea and he bought that crap, he said I’m different from the other girls he met on the site and he has good feeling about this arrangement/relationship, lolololol)

I didn’t tell him specifically how much I need, but after the talk during the breakfast, he dropped me 1000usd in an envelope before he went on his business meeting. At this point, we have not gotten intimate at all. But we did later that night.

Anyways, i stayed 3 nights with him, and he’s been very sweet and nice. He was really careful not to wake me every morning when he make his business calls and he brought back croissant for my breakfast the last day because he knows I can’t get up and the bakery will be close by noon. Booked me for spa when he was away too. All sweet, but obviously 1000 is not enough for me, so I told him that he should reciprocate on the last day, then he finally asked me how much I want, told him 2000 is ideal for a month, enough for me when he’s away.

Played dumb and told him I thought money wasn’t an issue, so I didn’t demand a fixed amount but I thought he would at least take care of my basic necessities for each month. 😬(well I played this way, because I know he is capable of giving more, I went out with him the past few days with his board members, and he easily spent 1000 on a dinner and another 1000 on drinks/entertainment, so what’s 2000 a month for him?)

So before he left, he chucked another 600usd in my bag and told me he didn’t have enough cash this time but he will give me more the next month when he is in town. Oh well.. we will see.. I didn’t want to push him too much and sound like a gold digger.

This is something new for me, because in the past I would bring up the allowance talk prior to the arrangement. Also, last time I wasn’t too keen in wasting my time maintaining a relationship with someone who hasn’t give me anything. All the texting and talking are really not my thing to begin with, but I realised if you try to be their friends, it’s more difficult for them to say no on helping you later, by all means allowance or favour. Sort of like guilt tripping them, because you have been nothing but nice and kind to them. Haha. No matter what, act the opposite of a gold digger would and always be super (overreact) appreciative of them.


PS: English is not my mother tongue, so I apologise for all the loud grammar errors. 🙈I’m too lazy to edit this, just writing down whatever came across my mind.