kiss them goodbye

love isn’t always holding hands and little kisses in on saturday afternoons. love isnt always a rose gold sun set when you kiss them goodbye. sometimes love is a messy 4 am phone call you make on the brink of tears to your best friend. sometimes it’s taking a trip to the store when there is nothing you need because they said they wanted some company. love isn’t always picturesque, but for as long as you feel it; it’s real.

Soulmate AU Story Ideas

Because I am complete trash for Soulmate AUs, I decided to try and make a post about them. Hope you guys like it! ♥

✖ Soulmate AUs involving measurement

[ Time // Countdown ]

  • Where for whatever reason, your clock is stuck/frozen/it’s not counting down anymore but it hasn’t reached 00:00:00:00 yet and you’re freaking out because this hasn’t happened to anyone before.
  • Reverse one where the clock starts at 00:00:00:00 from the moment you’re born and stops counting the moment you meet your soulmate, so it’s like a reminder that “It took me 19 years, 11 months, 20 hours, and 13 seconds to meet you, you fuck, and you do it by spilling coffee on me, thanks, now my laptop’s broken—what, you’re buying me a new one? Okay.”
  • Your soulmate clock is actually a countdown of how long your soulmate has left to live and holy shit you have to find your soulmate soon because your clock says you have three months left (for angst maybe).
  • Alternate version of above where your clock is a countdown of how long you and your soulmate have left to find each other or else you both will die because the universe is sadistic af—and if you find your soulmate you get to live longer.
  • Another alternate version of above where you and your soulmate’s clocks have each other’s life spans on it but you can give your time to your soulmate if you want to so they can live longer. Again, because the universe is sadistic af.
  • The soulmate clock is actually something breakable and you accidentally break yours or vice versa.
  • Alternate version of above where someone purposely breaks their soulmate clock so they can be with someone they fell in love with that isn’t their soulmate/they are strongly opposed to the whole soulmate idea and want to defy the system.
  • Your clock is counting down too fast (as opposed to everyone else’s) and you have no idea what’s going on anymore.
  • It’s been a busy week and after finally having some time to yourself, you just happened to look at your soulmate clock and see that it’s already at 00:00:00:00 and you don’t know when that happened because you don’t religiously check your clock either.
  • Your soulmate clock is actually telling you what time it is where your soulmate is currently at (could include AM/PM/time zones or not, for example 3:46:31 MDT).
  • I already wrote something similar to this but a countdown au where your soulmate has died and you two still happen to meet each other (one is a ghost, one is alive) and the other finds peace after the meeting.

[ Distance ]

  • Where you actually have a compass instead of a clock, and it leads you to where your soulmate should be.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving colors

[ Eyes ]

  • Reverse colors AU where you can see in color but once you meet/marry your soulmate your world turns black and white, this is how people can tell that married couples really love each other because they’re willing to give up a world of colors for their soulmate. If your soulmate dies you get to see color again.
  • Between you and your soulmate, only one of you can see other colors and the other sees black and white. Like you can see all the other colors except black/white/grays, and the other one can only see in black/white/grays. If you two meet, you’ll get to see all the colors.
  • You can see colors but realize that recently, with each passing day, your world of colors is becoming a little duller and you’re panicking because you don’t know what’s going on, or what it means, or if your soulmate is okay.
  • You can see colors and your world turns black and white but it doesn’t necessarily have to mean your soulmate is dead. There can be other factors that will result in a black and white world like losing eyesight, but you don’t know that.
  • You will be able to see the world in full color once you meet your soulmate but until then, you can only see the world in the eye color of your soulmate. However, you can alter the color your soulmate can see, for example, by wearing contact lenses. Like if you wear blue contact lenses, your soulmate sees the world in blue, purple makes them see the world in purple and etc. And you realize each day/week you get to see the world in a different color because your soulmate is being all cute and would want you to see every color there is and they probably have a huge collection of contact lenses by the time you both meet.
  • Everyone is born color blind and their sights are fixed once they meet their soulmate, or your soulmate is blind and you have the choice to give them your sight, but it’s irreversible and if they die, they take your sight with them.

[ Hair ]

  • If you dye your hair, your soulmate’s hair color changes as well and you swear the moment you see your soulmate you will choke them because you just woke up with your hair colored like a rainbow and it’s your first job interview at a prestigious company what the fuck. Oh, and your best friend just took a picture to post online and wait—what, how many likes is that?
  • Like the above AU but you only get highlights for the dyed color of your soulmate’s hair. If your hair color returns to normal, it means your soulmate has returned to their natural hair color too.
  • Related to the first two AUs—you decide to get revenge on your soulmate by dying your hair the most absurd color combination you can think of and the exchange goes back and forth until you meet each other. It can be that if you meet, you two can dye your hair without affecting the other anymore.
  • If your soulmate dyes their hair your fingernails turn into that color (like nail polish?) and you’re hoping your soulmate isn’t bald by the time you meet because it’s the fifth time the past two months that your nails have changed colors.
  • If your soulmate dyes their hair, your eyes turn into that color and you wish your soulmate wouldn’t change it again because you really like this shade in your eyes.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving any kind of body mark

[ Tattoos ]

  • You and your soulmate have identical tattoos on your wrist about the date when you’ll meet each other. Place and time can be included (as opposed to the countdown AUs).
  • Like the countdown AU, an alternate version where it’s your soulmate’s date of death that’s tattooed on your skin.
  • Where a tattoo isn’t set from the moment you’re born and whatever tattoos your soulmate gets, you get it too and it’s all cool because you kind of like the designs, except you also feel the pain of getting a tattoo and that sucks because you’re kind of in the middle of an exam right now and it’s getting harder to concentrate on your work.
  • You remove your tattoo because you hate the idea of someone dictating who you can be with for the rest of your life and the person who’s removing it happens to be your soulmate and they’re torn between letting you know and just not bringing it up because you kind of went there because you didn’t want a soulmate and vice versa.
  • Your tattoo is only half complete and it completes itself the moment you find your soulmate, like if you had half a heart, you’d get a full heart on your skin.
  • You’re not sure if the other half of your tattoo should end with this person’s words, or that one’s—wait, I think it might end with the phrase of that other person too. It’s just a very open-ended sentence…
  • You don’t have a name tattoo on your wrist, meaning you probably don’t have a soulmate but you didn’t want your friends to tease you about it so you had a tattoo made on your wrist about some name you picked at random because your friend said she wanted to see it soon. And then somehow there’s a person claiming to be your soulmate and they’re kind of cute and sweet so you don’t know what to do.
  • Because the universe is sadistic af, it only gave you the first letter of your soulmate’s name.
  • Your tattoo is like a mood ring, it changes its color depending on what your soulmate is feeling at the moment and you’re not sure exactly what rainbow means.

[ Scars ]

  • The only way for your scars to disappear is when your soulmate kisses them goodbye.

[ Others ]

  • Whatever mark you get on your skin your soulmate gets it too so one day, you just kind of just get a sharpie and start writing on your skin. You definitely didn’t expect to get a reply, but you did. Now it’s five in the morning and you’re just about covered in ink and this will be a pain to wash off later.
  • Imagine the above point but like, your soulmate maybe falls off a bike and you write on your arm what happened, and your soulmate replies to reassure you everything’s okay. Yes, you always carry a non-permanent marker to write on your skin at all times.
  • You accidentally fell down the stairs and broke a leg, oh, and fate must love you because it seems your soulmate also broke the other leg (or something else) and whatever happens to the other, you feel it too (no actual injury but you feel the same amount of pain) so now you’re in the hospital and you happen to meet your soulmate in the waiting area.
  • Wait, imagine the above point but way into the future and you’re about to give birth and your soulmate must be cursing you and rolling on the floor by the operating table or the waiting area screaming murder and punching walls while crying. Also periods, yes periods. Okay, I’ll shut up now.
  • You can choose to take the pain of your soulmate away. Like if they’re sick or even if they just have a paper cut, you can choose to transfer the pain/sickness to yourself instead and they’ll heal. You can only do it once you meet them though, since what happens to them doesn’t happen to you, unless you transfer it to yourself.
  • Like above but what if the pain becomes two times or more worse. Imagine someone afraid of pain, and the other soulmate shouldering everything or maybe you can half the pain your soulmate feels if you can’t handle taking everything on your own.
  • Alternate version of above two points where you can also transfer your pain to your soulmate. Imagine the payback you can do.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving reincarnation

  • There wasn’t a soulmate system in place before, now it’s about a thousand and more years later, and—wait, aren’t you the person that killed me in that back alley?
  • Where you’re reborn with the memories of your soulmate and you can only get your past memories if you meet each other again in this lifetime.
  • You somehow find a diary/journal of your old self and read through the contents of how you met your soulmate centuries ago.
  • Your soulmate was an artist of centuries ago, and currently, you’re an art student at university (or not but you’re taking an arts class). Then one day for a field trip, you go to a far-away museum and you just find yourself staring at what was your reflection, wearing different clothes to fit the timeline but it was definitely a split-image of you, on one of the framed displays.
  • Alternate version of the above where your soulmate still was an artist of centuries ago but you were there too, and you both were able to meet again in this lifetime. You don’t remember anything but you’d be at the museum, looking at the picture that looks like you with curiosity until your soulmate (who remembers everything) comes by and asks you what you think of the painting.
  • You’re sent to an insane asylum because everyone is convinced you’ve lost your hold on reality since you’re the only one that remembers everything from your past life. Also, that new doctor is your soulmate.
  • Your soulmate from the past life is not your soulmate in this life.
  • You become a writer and your series of novels become extremely popular, but what they don’t know is that you’re retelling your previous life where certain circumstances made it so you and your soulmate did not end up together but your soulmate promises to be with you the next lifetime. At a book signing you open the book cover of a fan’s copy to see something written on the front page: “I’m sorry I took so long.”
  • You don’t remember anything from your previous life but your soulmate does—your first meeting under the tree with the broken swing in summer, the way you smiled when you met each other again at the start of the school year, your eyes that were filled with such mirth and depth and beauty, even the way your hands fit together like missing piece of a puzzle—everything, even the gasps for air, the coarse little pleas, the way you stared with a look of betrayal until your bright eyes became nothing but a dull sheet of color at the hands encasing your neck in a vice grip.
  • You keep going to this place, and you always notice another person here too. Neither of you know that this is the place where the both of you had died/first met in the past life.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving dreams

  • Kind of a reincarnation AU where you’re losing the distinction between reality and dreams because when you’re asleep, you actually relive your past life, and you’re not sure if you’d much rather stay in the past or in the present anymore.
  • If you’re on separate time zones, when you sleep, you see the world in the eyes of your soulmate at present time. You see the world through your soulmate’s eyes, what they’re eating, who they’re talking to, the contents of the essay paper they’re trying to finish, but if they look into a mirror/reflective surface/picture, the image is blurred so you don’t really have a clue what they look like.
  • You see your soulmate in the eyes of their friend instead.
  • Imagine that soulmates just have this ability to dream together/meet each other in your dreams regardless of whether or not you two meet in real life. Your dreams could then be like a real-life video game, for example, you two could be in a zombie-apocalypse type of dream and you both would try your best to help each other out. If one gets bitten/dies you wake up and your soulmate is there to tell you everything is alright or tease you how you couldn’t shoot fast enough and then you’d both go back to sleep and maybe start round two.
  • Just like the above point, imagine how you and your soulmate could pretty much be with each other even after you’d both gone to your separate homes/shared bed.
  • Your soulmate is dead and the only way you two can see each other again is in your dreams and everyday your soulmate tries to make sure you know they love you and will always be there for you the moment you close your eyes and retire for the night.

✖ Other Soulmate AUs

  • You and your soulmate can communicate with thoughts and your soulmate happens to be a math major and you really need help with this test right now.
  • On some days, whatever your soulmate thinks of is something you can hear in your mind and your soulmate is currently reading really hardcore smut fics and you’re trying so hard not to mess up this class presentation which shoulders half your mark for the semester.
  • You get to share the same talents as your soulmate and you probably hit the jackpot because it’s the first time you’ve ever touched this instrument but you’re quite the professional at it, what? Shredding? I don’t know what that is but—oh… hey okay, I just did it I think.
  • The Red String of Fate exists, and only some people have the ability to see the strings, and these people can actually cut strings and knot other people’s strings in to alter the soulmate laws. Your best friend’s wedding is tomorrow and they know you can see the string. They ask you to help them defy the laws of the universe and help them be with the person they love even though they know that’s not their soulmate. You know they love each other so much so you help them, even though the person your best friend’s marrying/your best friend is your soulmate.
  • How about like the colors AU except it can be your voice or your hearing instead that comes and goes when your soulmate dies. Imagine how your soulmate’s voice is the first and the last thing you’ll ever hear.

So I decided to just make a post of all the ideas I’ve thought of so far for each theme! I tried to think of things I haven’t read before but I’m pretty sure with tons of people out there, some of these are sure to exist already. I was also planning to write more but maybe next time, my heart hurts already from typing these ;////;)’

I hope you guys like it though and please feel free to add on to this or make these into stories please I’ll love you forever and tag me please I’d love to read them.

++ justfandomwritings is queen of Soulmate AUs, and I’d like to dedicate this to her because she’s amazing and so much more ♥ ^^


The Watseka Wonder

In a rural farming town of Watseka, Illinois, something peculiar was going down in 1877 to 1878. It was here that the very first American possession was documented. 13-year-old Lurancy Vennun lived at home with her siblings and parents. One day, she started to fall into bizarre catatonic trances in which she would claim that she visited heaven where she would speak to angels and spirits of the deceased. A couple of years beforehand, Lurancy’s brother and sister perished. She saw them in heaven too, she reported. Sometimes these trances would last for hours and Lurancy would speak in a different voice than her regular voice and speak of places that were far away - places she certainly hadn’t visited.

At a time when the spiritualism movement was widely popular, many people believed that Lurancy was manifesting mediumistic abilities during these trances. She certainly was able to contact spirits and angels, many believed. While many physicians diagnosed her as being mentally ill and attempted to encourage her parents to send her to the State Insane Asylum in Peoria, they refused. Asylums in that day and age were rife with abuse and offered zero treatment. In fact, many patients would be lucky to make it out alive never mind make it out “cured.” The idea was to lock those who were deemed mentally ill away from the outside world and those who were deemed as “normal.”

As the trances became more frequent and more detailed, a man called Asa Roff, who also lived in Watseka, showed up at the Vennum family residence. Asa told the Vennum family about his own daughter, Mary Roff, who had suffered from something eerily similar to Lurancy. Mary would often enter similar trance like states in which she would take on the character of somebody else - she was possessed, they believed and could recollect information about places she had never been and people she had never known. One morning, her father found her slicing open her arms with a straight razor. She needed to rid her body of blood, she told him. Her father had agreed with the physicians and sent Mary to the insane asylum where she perished while in confinement. Despite her death, Asa was adamant that Mary’s spirit was still alive.

Now this is where the story becomes even more obscure. Following this meeting, another spirit came through Lurancy - Mary Roff. While in one of her trances, she introduced herself as Mary. As the Roff family caught wind of this, they immediately made their way to the Vennum household. Although Lunacy had never met the family, she was able to identity each one, even identifying them by childhood nicknames. A couple of days later, the Vennum family allowed the Roff family to take Lurancy to their home, to see how she would behave and to see if she would regain her real identity. As they rode past their old house, Lurancy became confused and asked why they weren’t stopping there. They had moved from that home several years ago.

Miraculously, the longer Lurancy stayed with the Roff family, the less frequent her trances were. That was until a couple of months later, when Lurancy told the Roff family it was time for her to leave. Kissing them all goodbye, she was increasingly upset. Days later, Mary was gone for good and Lurancy never fell into another trance again. What happened in Watseka? Was Lurancy really possessed by the spirit of Mary? Many people, including both the Roff family and Vennum family, believe so.


  • You’re a beast hunter, aren’t you?
  • We are hunters, the both of us.
  • Well, that’s most unfortunate.
  • If you have a change of heart, you know where to come.
  • There must be oodles for us to share.
  • May the good blood guide your way.
  • Good to see you safe.
  • There’s something I want to tell you.
  • There must be some safe place to run off to?
  • Around here, you are the only one I can turn to.
  • You understand, don’t you?
  • I knew you’d come back for more.
  • Whatever happens, you may think it all a bad dream.
  • Didn’t you see the warning?
  • How did you get in here?
  • You have the whole night to dream. Make the best of it.
  • I have nothing more to offer.
  • This night is long, but morning always comes.
  • Remember yourself. You are not a beast.
  • Isn’t it time someone put you out of your misery?
  • May you find your worth in the waking world.
  • Do the Gods love their creations?
  • Would you ever think to love me?
  • I do love you. Isn’t that how you’ve made me?
  • What a mess you’ve been caught up in.
  • Prepare yourself for the worst.
  • My glory days were long ago now.
  • The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me.
  • It’s enough to make a man sick.
  • It will be a long hunt tonight.
  • You needn’t concern yourself with me.
  • I can wait. I won’t be afraid.
  • I’ve much better ways to pass the time.
  • Don’t you have work to do? Go slit some throats.
  • Do you think I owe you something?
  • Don’t you come near me! I know your type.
  • What, you think I’m a beast?
  • He’s not to be trusted.
  • Not even death offers solace.
  • Have mercy on the poor bastard.
  • Throw yourself to the wolves.
  • My god is lost to me, so I must find another.
  • On a night like this… I took you for a monster.
  • Thank the stars you’re fairly normal.
  • This whole place is falling apart.
  • Do you hear the graveyard murmurs?

Date the cryptid who can only come out on rainy nights. Stand on your porch and wave to them from across the street. Watch their form flit through the streetlamps. Let them tuck a flower into your hair. Spend the night talking about what new hobbies you’ve discovered. Blow them a kiss goodbye when the rain lets up, and promise to see them again soon.


He never watched motherfuckers die. He left them bleeding. Some of them were granted faces not even their own mothers could recognize. Some of them became first class circus material with the bone structure that he made a maze of. Few of them kissed the skies goodbye right after he left them to their fate but he never stayed to watch them actually die. You didn’t usually end a bar or a street fight inquiring about your antagonists health.

But this motherfucker made him crave to watch death. Every fiber of his body was filled with hot rage that roared inside, ripping him from within, driven by the desire to rip this particular troat out. He knew he couldn’t do this. He knew it. He was civilized after all. He lived among people. But he didn’t plan to leave his beast without even playing with the prey.

‘Yo, Scooby-Doo’, he called through clenched teeth.

Douglas turned his head back. Raised his eyebrows in surprise. ‘Fancy seeing you here, Gingham. Going to nail me in the restroom? Be careful, I may like it’.

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PREV: Keith and the kids got into an accident. (Satan’s and Satan Jr’s ask)

[The Voltron Family] Shiro drove his family back home and the whole time he was holding Keith’s hand, to which his husband found to be so extra. Their kids just giggled at the back. The kids recovered quickly and went back to school after a week. Keith was somehow still struggling to move in a first few weeks because of his broken ribs and Shiro took a month off to take care of him.

Keith: You didn’t have to do this, Shiro. Just go back to work. *groans*
Shiro: But who’s going to take care of you? Rejected.
Keith: It’s not like I’m going anywhere. *rolls eyes*
Shiro: Keith, please, let me… *rubs Keith’s hand* I just—
Keith: *cups Shiro’s face* Babe, I’ll still be here in this bed when you get home.
Shiro: *nuzzles Keith’s hand* But what if you need something and no one’s home? *looks sadly at Keith*
Keith: I’m a big boy, Takashi. *huffs* Don’t underestimate me. *smiles sadly* Hey, I’m not just gonna disappear and—
Shiro: *whispers* I almost lost you. *sobs*
Keith: *pulls Shiro into a hug* *starts rubbing his back for comfort* There, there. It’ll take a whole fleet of alien warships to kill me. *chuckles* Even then, I’ll keep coming back to life because there’s no way I’m going to let other people suffer from your stupid lame unfunny puns.
Shiro: Now you’re just being mean. 
Keith: *gives Shiro a peck on the lips* Go back to work on Monday, yeah?
Shiro: Only because you asked nicely. *slowly smiles*
Keith: Good. Now get out of here! *pushes Shiro away* Get the kids from school. I need to resume my one month of beauty rest.
Shiro: Fine. *smiles fondly* *stands up and then leans down to give Keith a kiss on the lips* I’ll be back, Sleeping Beauty. 

The whole time Keith was recovering, Lance, Pidge and Hunk spent a lot of time with him in bed. Mostly Hunk because he loved to cuddle his Daddy Keith the most and sometimes he would tell Keith a story he wrote on his own. 

Lance and Pidge would always help Shiro bring the trays that contained Keith’s food, until the day Keith can finally move and eat in the dining room, to which Lance would hold his Daddy Keith’s hand—in case he fell he’d gladly catch him. Shiro found it amusing but he knew Keith appreciated the sentiment anyway. Pidge kissed her Daddy Keith a lot recently and Shiro later soon found out that she read somewhere that kisses made people feel better, Shiro could’ve sworn his heart almost burst into extreme fondness towards his youngest daughter. 

One day, Keith was finally fully recovered. He grabbed his car keys when Shiro blocked him and snatched up the keys from him.

Shiro: Where do you think you’re going?
Keith: Uh, I’m going to do some groceries? We’re out of powdered milk and you know how the kids love their milk—
Shiro: Uh, no, sweet pea. I’ll do that for you. Just give me a list—
Keith: *glares* Shiro. Give me back my car keys.
Shiro: No.
Keith: Care to tell me why? *crosses arms*
Shiro: You’re not allowed to drive.
Keith: *shifts his weight* And why is that so?
Shiro: Just to refresh your memory… *looks pointedly at Keith* …in case you forgot, you just got into a car accident—
Keith: —which wasn’t really my fault—months ago. Give. Me. Back. My. Keys. Or so help me.
Shiro: *adamant* No. *hides the keys*
Keith: *groans* Nothing is going to happen to me, except get the powdered milk that we need.
Shiro: No.
Keith: I can drive myself to the store. It’s not even that far!
Shiro: I’ll drive you there. *grabs Keith’s wrist*

They were inside Shiro’s car on their way to the grocery store. Keith was in the passenger seat, brooding, arms crossed in annoyance.

Shiro: Keith…
Keith: When are you going to let me drive, Takashi? *grumpy*
Shiro: …when you get your license back.
Keith: What? *shakes his head in confusion* But I have—

Keith quickly fished out his wallet and lo and behold, his driver’s license was missing! He looked back at his husband…

Keith: YOU TOOK MY LICENSE??!!! *gasping in disbelief*
Shiro: *guilty* I did, I did. I’m sorry, but I had to or else—
Keith: I’m not completely stupid and helpless, Shiro. You know that.
Shiro: I know, but like, I just want to prevent another car accident. *turns his head to look at Keith*
Keith: There will be another one if you can’t keep your eyes on the road.
Shiro: Sorry! *chuckles* I can’t help looking at you—
Keith: Stop flirting with me while you’re driving! Oh my god!
Shiro: I’ll stop now. *laughs harder*
Keith: So does this mean you’re going to drive me to work then? *raises an eyebrow*
Shiro: *turns his head again to look at Keith* YES.
Keith: *pushes Shiro’s face towards the front* Eyes on the road, sweet pea.

It had always been Shiro’s dream to drive his family to school and work. First they drop off the kids to their schools. The kids kissed them goodbye before they leave the car and Shiro saw how much that made Keith smile whenever someone said “Bye, Daddies! Love you two! See you later after school!” Keith was the last Shiro had to drop off.

Keith: *unfastens his seatbelt* Alright, thanks for—
Shiro: *pulls Keith into a deep kiss* 
Keith: *smiles and kisses back*
Shiro: *separates himself* *gives Keith one last peck* Okay, have a good day back at work.
Keith: Will try. *smiles* *opens the door*
Shiro: Keith, wait! *pulls Keith back again for another kiss* Sorry. *chuckles*
Keith: Sap. *rolls his eyes* I seriously need to go, babe. 
Shiro: Okay. *gives Keith what he swears is his last peck*
Keith: Shiro, I’m serious. 
Shiro: Okay, okay. Go now before I do something else. *laughs*
Keith: *leaves and closes the door* *leans down to the window* Pick me up at 4, yeah?
Shiro: Yeah. *smiles* *waves* Bye, love you. 
Keith: *smiles* Love you, too. Text me when you get to work. Drive safely!

Shiro just smiled as he saw Keith enter the tall building. He could honestly get used to this. Maybe he should just keep Keith’s driver’s license permanently?

“Keith, my dear old boring friend,” Lance begins one day, intruding Keith’s personal space and flinging himself down on Keith’s bed like he owns the place.  “You know what’s been bothering me?  There is absolutely no one in this solar system to kiss.  How sad is that?”

Keith glances up from his book, frowning.  “Leave.”

“Oh, dear.  Is someone upset today?  Shocker.”  Lance stretches his arms up above his head, yawning.  “You probably haven’t even kissed someone.  How sad.”

It’s obvious bait, but Keith falls for it anyways.  “Of course I’ve kissed someone,” he protests automatically.

Lance snorts, rolling over on the bed.  He rests his chin on his palm, a perfect picture of laziness, and raises an eyebrow at Keith.  “Sure you have.”

Keith rolls his eyes.  “As if you have?”

Lance shrugs.  “I’ll have you know that at the garrison, I had my fair share of lady friends.”

“Poor girls.”

“Maybe, but that’s their choice.”  He angles one finger over at Keith.  “You, sir, are missing out.”

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Colors ~ A Yousana Soulmate Au

So I’ve received a couple of prompts for this since the last clip dropped (!!!) and they’ve all been along the same lines of wanting a soulmate au so I hope you like! :D


Premise: a soulmate au where whenever your soulmate touches your skin, the part they touched turns a different color. And not faded colors, but like bright rainbow colors.


As a child, Sana used to be fascinated by the colors on her mother’s hands. Her father would kiss them every morning before leaving for work and for the next few hours, they would be painted a bright azure blue, slowly fading away until it completely disappeared by the afternoon. It’s said the stronger the love, the longer the color lasts. For new couples the colors would pop up and disappear as soon as the contact ended, but for a love as old and strong as the one her parents had, she wasn’t surprised to see the effect lasting for hours.

The novelty has worn off now. She’s 15 and has seen several people blessed with their soulmates’ hues decorating their skin. Sana doesn’t care much either way. After all, not everyone finds their soulmate, some people go their entire lives without any color having touched them and that was okay. That was normal. Nothing to look forward to or be disappointed about.

Or so she told herself, but sometimes she looked down at her wrists and wondered how it would feel to have her soulmate’s lips upon them, spreading splashes of pink and green and red across her skin.

She shook the thoughts away as soon as they appeared and tried to focus on more important matters. Fitting in at her new school, getting good grades and trying to stay out of trouble though it seemed to follow her no matter where she went.



“But how will you find your soulmate if you’re not allowed to touch people? What if they’re right there and the opportunity passes you and you miss it because of all these restrictions and-”

Vilde kept talking but Sana has already tuned her out. She was debating on whether or not to give her a long detailed answer or her usual sassy reply, but she was particularly tired that day so she when her new, slightly racist friend asked her, “Doesn’t it matter to you?”

She simply replied with, “Nei vilde.”


And there was truth to what she said to Vilde. But the first time she felt the colors bloom across her skin, warmth and affection surrounding her at the simple touch, she realized that maybe she wasn’t as indifferent as she initially thought.

Elias and his rowdy bunch of friends were at her home as usual. And all she was trying to do was study in peace in the kitchen. When Yousef walked in behind her, she barely registered it since she had her headphones on.

However, the loud clang when he dropped his mug and his subsequent “faeeeeen” alerted her and she looked up to see the kitchen floor littered with shattered pieces of glass.

He gave her a sheepish look and muttered ‘sorry’ before bending down to clean the mess.

Sana knew if it had been any of the other guys, she would’ve gone back to studying. But this was Yousef, the one she unfortunately had a crush on for the longest time. The one with the soft voice and sweet smile, the one who found her eyes in a crowded room as soon as he entered, the one made her heart skip beats so frequently that it was frankly ridiculous and unfair.

So she got up to help.

It was an accidental brush, as they both reached for the same piece of glass. Nothing happened at first. Then a few moments later, streaks of red slowly began spreading from her fingertips all the way down to her wrist, where her pulse was beating frantically. For a second she was shell shocked, wondering if she had cut herself but feeling no pain.

Then she saw his hand, red all over just like hers.

Their eyes met and they both seemed at a loss for words. The color gradually disappeared, the crimson seeping away and leaving not a single trace behind.

And that was how Elias found them, sitting on the floor, staring at each other with shattered glass all around them.

His presence shook them out of their dazed state and they both coughed and finished cleaning up the mess.

Neither said a word as Elias took Yousef back to the living room, but he couldn’t help glance back at Sana over his shoulder. His look was full of wonder and Sana was sure her expression mirrored his.

After all this time, to have it happen on a lazy Sunday afternoon, with no intention and no warning, left her overwhelmed to say the least.

Yet as the shock wore off, a serene feeling settled in its place.

Yousef. It had been him all along.

She laughed softly and looked down at her hand, recalling the warmth and thrill that simple touch had brought.

And then she imagined, how it would feel, to hold all the colors of the sunrise in her palms as he kissed them goodbye in the morning, lasting throughout the day, only for her to return home at night and have him paint them with hues of the sunset all over again.

It would feel…. like something words couldn’t describe.

Sana smiled as she pressed her hands together and brought them close to her heart.



‘Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same’ – Emily Bronte.

Sherlock and John just finished a case. From the time they left the crime scene, through the entire taxi ride back to Baker Street, and still explaining every nuance of the case until 4 am…John yells at Sherlock to shut up- he is physically and mentally exhausted.

Several hours later John awakens, and finds Sherlock in a sheet in their sitting room. Sherlock is silent. He notices John’s morning arousal….John, blushing and embarrassed, glances away and back again at Sherlock. Then he notices that Sherlock has full arousal too, and it’s outlined by his tight fitting sheet.
“What? No more talking now?” John said. And Sherlock replied…

I’ll leave you to your own deductions. 😈SG

{ five’s company // ch. 21 }

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twenty one. 

“I’m officially three months!” You said excitedly. “Let’s celebrate!" 

John smiled at the sound of your cheerful tone. He hummed and pulled you closer to his chest. "It’s early, baby girl." 

"Everyone’s up except for us two.” You pointed out, resting your forehead against his with a big grin. “Even Herc got up before you.”

“I know,” John chuckled a little, nuzzling his face in your neck. “Sleepy.” 

Sleepy meant I’m still not feeling okay. Sleepy meant I don’t really want to get up today.

You looked over him and gently stroked his cheek. 

“We need to go grocery shopping.” You ran your hands through his hair, kissing his forehead sweetly. “Do you wanna come?” 

He shook his head. Buried his face in the crook of your neck. You held him tighter. You hated to see him so upset.  

“I can call Alex back. He can cuddle with you while I go shopping." 

John paused for a moment, thinking about what you were saying, but he nodded with a soft smile before whispering a quiet thank you. 

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anonymous asked:

The i love you thing, i was thinking the 23 or 30

{i chose #30. i was eyeing this one when I reblogged that list.}

The Way You Said “I Love You” - #30 - Too Quick, Mumbled Into Your Scarf


They’d been together for two and a half months, this was about to be their 11th date, and yes, Nico had been counting.

He stood on Halfblood Hill, hands in his pockets as he waited for his boyfriend to meet him there so they could walk to the nearest city together.

When Nico saw Will approaching he almost burst out laughing. Nico wasn’t an expert on fashion but he was pretty sure wearing a bright yellow scarf with an orange Camp Half-blood sweatshirt was not the best idea. “Nice outfit, sunshine.”

“What? It’s cold!” Will said, “And I bet you’re freezing in that short sleeved shirt. Here, you should wear my scarf.”

“I am not wearing a bright yellow scarf, you dork,” Nico protested, but Will was already wrapping it around his neck.

“There,” Will said with a slight smile, “It looks better on you anyways.”

Nico gave a short laugh, “Yeah I bet it does. Let’s go.”

“Let’s go.” Will repeated in agreement and the two of them started walking.

Nico smiled as seconds later, Will took his hand, swinging their arms between them as they walk. The thought that slid into Nico’s mind then felt so natural that he almost didn’t realize what it meant: I love you. But he bit his lip and kept that thought to himself. Was two and a half months too soon to be thinking that?

But throughout their date that thought kept popping up. It floated through Nico’s mind when the waitress at the coffee shop commented on how cute they were together and said that she could tell they were a couple by the way they looked at each other. Nico and Will had looked at each other again then and smiled. I love you.

It bounced into his head every time Will laughed that day. I love you.

It bubbled to the surface of his thoughts when they went went back to camp as the sun set and sat by the lake together, so close to each other with their arms around each other and Nico’s head resting on Will’s shoulder as the two of them chatted easily. I love you.

It burst into his mind as the hour slipped into double digits and the two of them finally kissed goodbye. I love you.

Now as they pulled away, those words balanced on the type of Nico’s tongue, wanting to be said. But Will was already turning to walk away, so Nico turned too, ducking his head to that his words were muffled by Will’s scarf that was still around his neck. And finally, he said it, though it was quietly and as they were walking away from each other, he still said it, “I love you, Will.”

Will heard and he stopped, turning back around, “Did you say something?”

Nico froze for a second before facing Will and shaking his head, “Oh, nothing important. I, uh, just remembered that I’m still wearing your scarf,” he said, pulling the obnoxious yellow cloth off his neck and handing it back to his boyfriend, “That’s it.”

As Will watched him leave, the last few seconds replayed in his head until he finally comprehended what Nico had said.

“Wait, Nico!’ Will called after him, running to catch up until he could turn and stop in front of him. “I love you, too.”


{i!!! finally finished this!!!}

I Dreamt of You

“I dreamt of you.
 You were here in my arms again
 Holding tight, taking away the pain.

 I dreamt of you.
 Your smile, so pure, so innocent
 Oh, the things it can prevent.

 I dreamt of you,
 With such passion
 And such affection. 
I dreamt of you,
Just to wake up and realize
How I loved you
More you could ever recognize.

I dreamt of you,
And, now these tears are falling.
What a terrible waste…
Kiss them goodbye, give them a taste.” - R.G

Concept: Tony Stark as dad. And you know his daughter is gonna have him all wrapped around her little finger, this is just fact.  I also had this image of Tony stepping on his daughters lego ;) Milene told me to share it so here goes:

Tony’s daughter, no more than six, has been playing lego in the living area. Tony has been preparing dinner around the kitchen, he admits that he’s not the best cook but his spaghetti meatballs has somehow become one of his daughter’s favourite dishes.

‘Daddy! C’mere! Look what I made!’ His baby girl shouts from near the sofa.

‘Just a moment sweetheart, you don’t want your pasta overcooked do you?’ He calls back from the counter.

But his daughter is not really a patient girl, so she stands up and starts to walk towards the open kitchen, she just wants him to see her lego aircraft NOW.
And though she’s about to be six, Tony still doesn’t want her anywhere near the stove when there’s hot boiling water in the saucepan, so he just has to give in.

‘Ah ah ah! I’ll come over sweetheart, let me just drain the water from the spaghetti.’

His daughter seems to be satisfied with his answer, so she walks back to the coffee table and fumbles with the lego pieces on the floor.

Tony quickly puts the spaghetti aside, switches off the stove and heads towards the living area.

‘Hey sweetheart, what is it that you’re gonna show – fffffu’ By the time Tony actually pays attention to what he’s walking into, it’s already too late, his bare foot has stepped right on to the sharp edge of a lego, causing him some ungodly pain.

He quickly leans forward and grabs the arm of the sofa to ease some pressure and tries to maintain a bit of balance, so he won’t just falls flat on the floor with his bum, risking to sit on yet another piece of lego. But his abrupt movement has consequently knocked down the lego tower they have been building,  near the side of the sofa. The moment the tower hits the floor, his daughter screams,


Tony is still recovering from the intense pain one piece of small lego can bring, looking at the now broken Stark tower on the floor and he silently whines for the loss of the hours of hard work.

’I’m sorry baby… promise I’ll fix it, alright?’ He tries to keep his voice even, but that damn lego really got him.

He manoeuvres himself to be sitting on the sofa seat, and his daughter is looking up at him from the floor, pouting.

Now he knows the power of his big puppy dog eyes when his daughter who inherited from him is using them against him.

Just when he’s about to pinky promise her that he’s gonna fix the tower, his daughter catches the pain he’s been showing on his face.

‘Daddy are you hurt?’

‘It’s alright sweetheart, just step on a lego’

His hand is still absently rubbing his foot, the intense pain has lessen now, but he’s still feeling it.

His daughter then puts her hand over her lips and deliberately places a kiss on it, then she moves her hand over Tony’s foot and gently touches it saying,

‘Bye Bye pain, kiss goodbye pain.’

And it’s all that matters, all his life, all the pain he has endured, they all seem so insignificant. The soft touch of his little girl’s hand, the little toothy grin she shines at him, the earnest hope and wish that he will not feel any pain after she fly-kisses them goodbye, right at that moment his heart has just melt into a puddle of warm chocolate.


Though, the moment is soon gone when his daughter’s genuine smile turns into a mischievous one. He knows she’s up to no good when her touches feather away, and her little fingers start tickling his foot.

‘AH AH Daddy knows what you’re up to!’ Tony quickly scoops her up to his lap and starts tickling her instead.

They lose themselves in laughters and giggles, along with some screaming and groaning, then the elevator door opens and appears their one and only beloved mommy. They both pause their tickle war, and greet,


‘Hey Pep’

‘Tony. What happen to my tower?!!’  However it’s her first reaction.

Like mother, like daughter.

‘Daddy broke it!’  Tony rewards his little traitor more tickles and she’s giggling again.

‘Oh please, you two.’ Pepper starts walking towards them while taking off her heels.

‘Um.. Pep, I suggest you leave your shoes on fo–‘

‘OUW SHHHHH WHAT on earth –’ Though unlike Tony, Pepper is graceful, she quickly recovers her shock pain of stepping on a lego and sits herself at the end of the sofa without knocking anything down.

‘Hey baby, you wanna kiss mommy’s pain goodbye, OR TICKLE it Goodbye??’ Tony literally wriggles his eye brows for maximum dramatic effect.


When two devils with Stark genes team up, Pepper knows she can’t possibly win.

So i highkey headcannon lesbian Jessica Davis..

• I mean after all the shit she went through with Alex and Justin and Bryce she just couldn’t find herself looking at guys the same way anymore.

• She had finally told her dad about Bryce thinking it would be a weight off of her shoulders and she could just go back to normal but no matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t even come close to being even somewhat intimate with a guy.

• It wasn’t until she got paired with a different girl in her History class did she even think about questioning her sexuality. Her partner was just gorgeous, dark skin and malteaser eyes, the most beautiful curly hair.

• Her name was Mia and they were studying at Jessica’s house when she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Jess’.

• Jessica wasn’t even shocked at the contact and feeling so excited when no feelings of terror or panic came over her at someone else’s touch.

• This was just the beginning for Jessica. She officially came out to Zach first because she didn’t know who else to tell since Tony was away and after his great response she told everyone at school.

• From then on she founded the GSA at school (of which she forced Tony to be a member) and became to honourary protector for any lgbt+ students younger than her.

• She took girls on dates to Monet’s or invited them round to dinner and kissed them goodbye when their dates ended. She loved the feel of their lips, cheeks arms and bottoms.

• Jessica Davis just loves girls and they make her feel so much better considering all the shit she has been through.