Summary: In which everyone gets a name tattoo of their soulmate on their wrist when they turn eighteen but Y/N doesn’t believe in it and wants hers covered up by the male tattoo artists whose shop is right down the street
summary : these are the contents of nine love letters, sappily written and addressed to you, written by a very lovestruck peter parker. plus a bonus one, because the sap couldn’t resist.
technically a part two to love letters, but you can def read this separately.
author’s note : i didn’t think this through oh my god nine fucKING LETTERS I DID NOT THINK THIS THROUGH i still did it tho enjoy loves
Peter had a kind heart, the softest you’d ever encountered before, and it was the pure goodness inside him that made you begin to fall for him in the first place. He sat beside you, a respectable distance settling between your bodies simply because he was a commendable gentleman and despite everything, despite all his feelings and wants and thoughts about you, he didn’t want you make assumptions about the type of boy he was. He wanted you to continue liking him for quite sometime, which is precisely the reason he was sliding his letters over to you now.
They were his prized possessions from over these past few months, all ten of them, though you’d already had the tenth read to you, and while he had never really expected this moment to come to fruition, he was happy that it was. “So, um, should I read them out loud?” He sifted through the pile to find the first one, and held it out in front of him once it was located. You arranged yourself comfortably on the bed, legs crossed and a ridiculously large smile on your face that Peter couldn’t possibly say no to.
He cleared his throat, ducking his head toward the paper.
Hi. It’s Peter. If you’re reading this, which I highly doubt that you are because why would you be, you know it’s me, Peter, so I probably didn’t need to repeat that like eight times. Whatever. This is pen. I can’t erase it now so I’ll just keep it because the messiness of crossing out all these screwed up sentences would give me anxiety. I figured I’d write this to you because, well, I don’t have the balls to say any of this face to face. I can safely say that such a thing isn’t what I’m ready for. Maybe one day. God, I hope so. I know that if I got a letter like this, I’d be really happy, since it just means that someone was thinking of you and wanted to show it. I hope that one day, if you’re reading this, it makes you happy to know that I think about you. Or maybe you’ll be creeped out. I hope not. That’d be really depressing. Anyways, I just wanted you to know that I think you’re really pretty and I like when you smile at me in school and yeah. You make me happy. Thanks for that. So yeah. Next letter will be way more thoughtful and intricate. I’m new to this writing this. You don’t care. You’re not even reading this. Okay bye.
Peter was flushed with embarrassment by the time he uttered the last two words, looking at his knees and laughing a bit before looking back up at you. He was glad to see that you weren’t giving him a mocking smirk. “That was adorable,” you laughed, rubbing his back encouragingly. “Go on. Please.” You leaned down to kiss his cheek gently, and his face lit up where your lips met his skin. He found the next letter immediately and faced you as he read it.
As promised, I’ve taken it upon myself to gather my thoughts before writing this to you and I hope I am much more coherent than I was in the initial one. I’m trying here. I learned some new words, too. I more of a whiz when it comes to science and mathematics. I’m decent at English, but you probably know that because you sit behind me. You’re amazing in English class. You probably know that just because you’re you and you know how you perform in your own classes. All right, so maybe I’m not as coherent as I thought I was gonna be. Moving on. In English today the teacher passed out different essays to everyone and we had to peer edit each other’s work. I didn’t get your essay but Ned did and I forced him to give it to me. I think he was just putting up a fight because he likes to torture me, which is fine. What are best friends for, right? Well, I read your essay and you’re probably the most wonderful writer I’ve ever read from. Seriously. You have this way with words and it makes me wish I was more of a writer so that I could express the way you make me feel in better sentence structures than the mediocre ones I’m forming at this very second. You’re an excellent writer. If you ever write a book and you have a book signing in some Barnes and Noble in the city or in The Strand, I’m gonna be the first in line, without a doubt. I’ll buy like fifty signed copies. I swear. Write a book. You’d wow everyone, and I think everyone deserves to read a bit of the Y/N Y/L/N’s work. You’d be doing the world a disservice if you didn’t share your talents, but it’s up to you, of course. Just think about it though.
“Aw, Peter,” you cooed, throwing your arms around him and pressing your lips against his quickly, your face burning but your smile infinite. “You’ll be the first to read my book when it’s finished. You’ll be the one it’s dedicated to.” In response, the shy boy nuzzled his nose affectionately against your cheek, at a loss for words because this girl in front of him was everything he could have dreamed of and more.
We were partners in Chemistry today. I’m sorry if I came off like a rude, inconsiderate jerk. I’m gonna be honest right now. I’m shy. You make me shy. I was quiet because if I had talked to you the way that I wanted to, I would’ve be a stupid and stuttering mess and that’s not how I want to talk to you. I know we’ve had conversations before and they’ve been fine but a lot of stuff is different now and whenever we talk I get these butterflies in my stomach that make it hard to think or breathe or talk or look at you or hold things or do basic human tasks. So, that’s why I wouldn’t talk to you. I just didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of the coolest and loveliest girl I know, also known as you. Please don’t hate me. I don’t want you to hate me.
He coughed, embarrassed again, but he didn’t let that deter him from reading you the rest of the letters. He’d never let anything deter him from talking to you again.
I think I’m in over my head. With everything, not just with you. I can’t really mention specifics, not even to you despite the fact that we’re not acquaintances anymore. We’re more like kind of friends, which is great! It means progress. Progress is good. It’s the one good thing lately. I’ll keep it vague. I get beat up every night and then every day I get picked on by Flash. He doesn’t hit or anything- I don’t think he’d be very good at it- but being called Penis Parker all the freaking time takes a toll on a guy, you know? It pretty much sucks. And I can’t tell May what’s going on because I know for a fact that she’ll freak out and everyone knows that if May starts freaking out, I’m gonna freak out even harder, and that’s a scary sight to see. Plus I had to quit Robotics and I really wanted to take the team to the competition this year. I also quit band but I’m not as upset about that. The uniform sucks. It’s too tight. I guess I’m getting muscles. It’s kind of weird since I’ve always been scrawny but I don’t know, it’s interesting enough. I’m not complaining. Maybe you like that in a guy. I don’t know. I try not to think about what you like in a guy because I’m pretty sure your dream dude won’t be anything like me. It’s fine. I’m happy admiring from afar. I like you a lot. I’m good with just being friends if that’s your wish. I don’t know why I’m telling you all these things that I am, but I feel like if you were really here and watching me write this, if you could read this, you’d listen and you’d understand. You always listen, even when I’m rambling, even though we don’t talk much.
When he stopped talking and reached for the next letter, taking the faded blue piece of paper from his stack, he knew the feeling pooling inside his stomach was nothing short of elation. He was right, as he often was. You listened. You did.
Today, you punched Flash in the nose. No one saw it coming. But I think I fell in love with you right then and there. Or at least, I fell deeper in like with you. He called me Penis Parker again and you grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back, you told him to leave me be and he said that if you were sticking up for a nobody like me, you were nothing better. He was wrong. You’re a thousand times better. You stuck up for me and I’ll never be able to repay you for that. You just looked at me and I’ve never seen you look so fiery or so livid but you did and you raised your fist and you punched him and he was bleeding and you didn’t stop to help him, you grabbed my arm and you marched me away from them. No one has ever done something like that for me before. Ned says that it’s because you might like me, too, and I think I’m gonna hold on to the hope for a while longer. I want someone as kind as you to like me. And let’s face, you were a badass. It was epic. And I seriously hope you like me back, you amazingly awesome human being.
“You should really listen to Ned more often,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder and pretending that you hadn’t kind of been tearing up this whole time. Peter pretend not to notice like the chivalrous boy that he was and nodded, chuckling. “Yeah, I should, right?”
This one’s gonna be short, because May is bothering me about who I’m always writing to and I promised I’d explain. I hope you don’t mind that I’m gonna tell her about you. These letters just help me blow off some steam and I guess it makes me feel pretty good to think maybe you’d potentially wanna read them someday. I don’t know. I think it’d be cool to give them to you, but I doubt that day will come. I think I already wrote that in a letter. Damn. I’ll move on. You got detention for punching Flash, sorry about that. Still, you told me that I shouldn’t feel bad about it because the guy had it coming. He totally did. You’re really cool. I’m gonna stop now because this letter is lame bye I like you.
You poking the dimple emerging on Peter’s cheek and he wrinkled his nose, cringing back. You kissed the little indent. He didn’t want you to ever stop kissing him. The little I like you placed at the end of most of the letters really sealed the deal.
Aunt May is now dying to meet you. I’m so sorry. I hope you never actually meet her because she’ll probably ask you to marry me and hit on you on my behalf just because she’s afraid I won’t be able to do it myself. She thinks you’re awesome. It’s probably because you punched someone. May is very big on girl power. I think you’d like her. Maybe you could meet her one day? I don’t know why I’m asking you’re not actually reading this and it’s a rhetorical question so yeah. Did I mention I like you? You gave me your book to read today after I mentioned that the series was something I was interested in. Seriously, you just whipped out the whole series and told me to read it whenever. You have the nicest smile when you smile at me. Please stop having such a nice smile. It’s unfair for the rest of us and I keep liking you more and more. It’s getting out of hand. Ned thinks so, too.
“See, that was a situation where you shouldn’t have listened to Ned.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Should I keep reading?”
“I wouldn’t forgive you if you stopped.”
I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s going to drive me mad. I like you so much it’s gonna suffocate me. Talking to you is the highlight of my day. My affection for you keeps growing and growing and growing as time passes us by and I don’t know what to do about because if I tell you I could either lose you or have the opportunity to be with the greatest person I’ve ever known besides my aunt and my uncle and Tony Stark, but if I don’t tell you I could lose you. Either way, I could potentially never be with you. And I can’t take the risk. Maybe I should just get over you. Maybe I’d be better off.
Without wait, Peter flipped to the final letter.
It’s been awhile. Sorry about that. I thought I’d try to move on. I tried to like Liz, I figured I could at least try, but she doesn’t compare even though she’s very nice to me, too. She’s not you. You’re the only you. You’re Y/N and I like Y/N not Liz and you’re Y/N and I no longer know what I’m saying. Michelle told me you’re avoiding me because of Liz and that you think I like her and it’s making you upset. Don’t be upset with me. That’s the last thing I wan. I just wanna scream HEY Y/N YOU LOVELY HUMAN BEING YOU I LIKE YOU DON’T HATE ME BECAUSE I LIKE YOU AND YEAH I LIKE YOU DATE ME LOVE ME. I said love. I’m gonna go now. Bye.
Peter placed it atop the stack, and you added the tenth one there as well. He wasn’t going to be embarrassed about his feelings. They were right there, right in front of you, his heart already read aloud and listened to you and appreciated by you. The thought seized him and made him lace his fingers through yours, shy smile shy eyes that met yours before closing and kissing you, and everything about him was soft. Soft lips that slanted against yours and kissed you in the way that anyone in love would want to be kissed, with love and with passion and as if he’d never want to do anything else for the rest of his life. Soft hands that tentatively found their way to your hips but didn’t go beyond there, soft hands that caressed your face in that adoring way he did and wound in your hair. Soft eyes that locked on yours and didn’t look away when you both broke for a second, your breathing labored. His forehead pressed against yours. He didn’t want to pull away, ever.
May casually strolled into the room, and Peter pulled back quickly but with annoyance, raising his eyebrows at his aunt. She’d let the boy have his kiss, happy- so happy- that her Peter was getting what he deserved, but she was still the parental figure and parental figures had to be responsible. That’s what she had been told, anyway. “Sorry, honey, I just wanted to be introduced to that girl you were telling me about just, like, two days ago.” She said cheerfully, smiling adoringly at her nephew and then at you. You grinned back, standing up to introduce yourself.
“I’m Y/N, it’s really nice to meet you, Mrs. Parker,” you stuck your hand out, but May pulled you in for a hug instead.
“You can just call me May.” She gave you a squeeze, very motherly, and you missed Peter’s outstanding beam as he watched his two favorite girls embrace. May lightly shoved Peter’s shoulder, then said, “Peter, are you gonna invite her to stay for dinner or what?”
“Maaayyyy, let me get my own dates,” he pouted, ushering her out of the room. When she left, her laugh still ringing throughout the apartment, Peter leaned causally against his doorframe in a painful attempt to look cool. “So, Y/N, would you stay for dinner?” Before you could reply with an obvious, May’s voice called, “Or forever? You could stay forever. I’d be on board with that!”
Peter blushed, rushing out of the room to tell her to keep quiet, but you didn’t mind one bit. Staying with Peter Benjamin Parker forever didn’t sound like a bad life, not one bit.
You hadn’t left Peter’s apartment until nearly ten o’clock, and even then, he had rode the train home with you to prolong the night. He kissed you at your doorstep twice, once on the lips, swift and sweet, and then once on the forehead, tender and caring. Then, he left, continuously looking back at your grinning face so much that he walked straight into your mailbox and nearly squashed a stray cat that had been wandering by. You smiled all the way up to your bedroom, thinking about the adorable idiot that had ensnared your heart in his hands. That night, he wrote you another letter, this time with the intent of giving it to you.
He delivered it at your locker a week later (he had spent that week editing it over and over again, making sure his feelings were true), appearing just as you were shutting the metal doors with an envelope in his outstretched hand. He was fidgeting, yes, but he was excited, and you took the letter in your hands after leaping into his arms and sending him flying across the hallway. He didn’t fall, though, which was a plus.
I’ve heard from a few people that I don’t know what love is because I’m fifteen and technically my brain hasn’t fully developed. Here’s the thing, though: I don’t care. There’s not one part of me that cares about what science says right now. They can say what they want. Maybe, just maybe, I don’t know what love is. Maybe I haven’t the slightest clue. But maybe is a word that means you can never really know and that everything just a possibility. So, there’s only a very slight possibility that I don’t know what love is, but there’s a greater possibility that I do. However, for now, I’ll tell you what I do know. I know that when you smile at me even for just a second I can feel my entire heart quicken in its beats. I feel my pulse racing. I know that when you look at me in that soft and sweet way you do I feel for just a second that nothing could ever possibly hurt me as long as you keep looking at me like that, forever. I know your laugh makes me blush and that when you kiss me I’m completely invincible. I know that every song on my playlist can connect back to you someway somehow and I know that the sound of your voice can make my whole day.
If that’s not love, then I have no clue what love is. I’m pretty sure it’s love, though. Correct me if I’m wrong, my love. I’m pretty sure that these feelings that flutter around my stomach day and night and make miss you even when you’ve only been gone for five minutes are love, because what else could they possibly be? I love you, and you’ve made the world, my world, a better place just by making yourself at home in my heart. So thank you for letting me love you and loving me in return. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you, just like I can’t repay you for punching Flash, but I plan on spending as long as you’ll allow me trying to do so.
Your very in love boyfriend who knows this is too sappy but doesn’t care,
Peter Benjamin Parker :)
He added the smiley face in, a quick little doodle, and sometimes you liked to joke that the smiley face was what made you know you were in love with him. It wasn’t. It was everything else about that wonderful boy. But it the smiley face was certainly adorable.
Victor sleeps on the left side of the bed. It’s closer to the window, and Yuuri finds this fascinating because of how the sun hits Victor’s cheek through the thin cracks of light left in the curtains. It paints patterns on his face and the bare shoulder he always slips outside the sheets, no matter how cold it is outside. Yuuri always traces these patterns to wake up: he pretends that his fingertips are climbing the twisting shadows up Victor’s arms, hiding from the day in the curve of Victor’s shoulders and the hollow of Victor’s neck. Victor always wakes up around here. Yuuri knows because of how he sighs and shifts, and how he kisses Yuuri’s fingers beneath his lips.
Yuuri wonders how in the summer the shadows left by leaves on the tree just outside their window will dance across Victor’s shoulder blades. All that they are now are whispers. He wonders if, just like the sun, the shadows will fight just as hard to drape across Victor’s sleep-heavy body and tuck him close. This is why Yuuri always slips an arm over Victor’s waist and kisses his jaw first, placing his own shadows there before even the sun can claim him.
Victor hums and sighs. He forgets to mention that he’s almost always awake when Yuuri first blinks and stirs. He’s content the way things are – how his first sight every morning is Yuuri’s eyelashes fluttering against his cheek as he dreams, or how Victor waits for the sun to dance its way into the room to drop its gentle halo around Yuuri while he sleeps. Heaven, Victor sometimes thinks, is where they must be. It’s the only explanation for the happiness that he feels.
Always, inevitably, the sun finds a way through the curtains and forces them from the safety of each others’ arms. But they’ll return, and this alone is comfort enough. Yuuri will trace a rhythm along Victor’s limbs, and Victor’s lips will find their place on Yuuri’s skin. Each word and feeling is written in touches; they can write new messages every morning, and the letters never fade.
A rabbi once offered the following analogy: “Every Jew is a letter in the Torah. But a letter may, at times, grow somewhat faded. It is our sacred duty to mend these faded letters and make G‑d’s Torah whole again.”
Rabbi Yosef Yitzchak of Lubavitch heard this, and objected: “No, the identity of the Jew cannot be compared to erasable ink on parchment. Every Jew is indeed a letter in G‑d’s Torah, but a letter carved in stone. At times, the dust and dirt may accumulate and distort—or even completely conceal—the letter’s true form; but underneath it all, the letter remains whole. We need only sweep away the surface grime, and the letter, in all its perfection and beauty, will come to light.”
Can I request something? RFA + V & Saeran finding out MC has feelings for them.. but they don't feel the same way? ToT.
- You admitted it after a cute movie the two of you had watched. Little movie hang outs being a well-welcomed habit between the two of you
- But, as the words started pouring out, his expression turned so sad.
- “Mc… I really appreciate it, I do! I just… I don’t think we’d be good together.”
- Mr. Never-Had-A-Girlfriend was rejecting you, even after such flirting from before?
- When you asked him about that, he rubbed the back of his neck, unable to look you in the eyes.
- “Well… I think I was just confusing my feelings for you. I realized I just really admired you instead, and it was never anything more than that.”
- He was still sweet enough to try cheering you up when you started crying a bit. He even went on to tell you that just because he didn’t return your feelings, that it didn’t mean no one liked you at all.
- (In fact Zen had been making some hints towards you)
- But even after all his kind words, the two of you slowly stopped hanging out. It was hard talking to each other, and sometimes difficult even being in the same room.
- You kept it simple in the chat, but after every time you met in person, it was hard not to have the tears well up again.
- You decided to mail him a cute romantic letter. That way when he picked up his fan mail, he’d have a nice surprise from you!
- It was so worrying writing the letter. You wrote it over about five times before you finally sent it- With a stamp and card that reminded you of him.
- So you waited a day or two, and then you finally received a call from him.
- “Heyyy, Mc,”
- You giggled and greeted him back. “Did you get my letter?”
- “I did, I did. That’s, uh. Why I called…”
- His tone wasn’t what you were expecting, and you frowned while waiting for him to continue.
- “It’s a sweet letter, it really is, and it’s so thoughtful, but… Mc, I think you don’t really like me for me.”
- “…What do you mean?”
- “All this stuff you wrote- It’s exactly what my fans write about the characters I portray. It isn’t anything about the real me. Just the me up on stage. I’m sorry, Mc. I… I don’t think it would be good for us to go out together. I think you’d just be disappointed.”
- Your heart snapped. You couldn’t help it- The sniffles coming from your end as he bounced around from trying to cheer you up, to explaining how it was for the best.
- But you couldn’t do it. You hung up on him.
- He didn’t even try calling back.
- From then on, any time he popped in while you were on the chat, you instantly logged off. Any time Jaehee got a bit too excited about his new plays, you popped off. Hell, even when Jumin let out a small complaint about Zen you found your chest constricting and needing to go cry privately.
- The parties were hard, but at least he was always swarmed by fans.
- To see him, you had to work within his schedule. His busy, hectic, schedule.
- When you walked in after thanking Jaehee, you fumbled with your hands.
- “What were you needed to discuss? Was it about the next party? Any funds that are needed I’ll be willing to cover.”
- “No, no, it’s not about that.”
- He finally brought his head up from his paperwork, giving you a curious look.
- “Jumin, lately I’ve realized my feelings-”
- “I’m sorry, Mc, but no.”
- He… he didn’t give you a chance to even finish.
- “I’ve noticed for a while you had started acting like most women towards me, so I knew this day was coming, but no. Don’t worry, I’ll still talk to you. The RFA needs to continue the parties, anyway.”
- You stood awkwardly for a moment before nodding a bit and excusing yourself.
- You didn’t get on the chat for a few days, or even open up the app. When you did, you were greeted with so many texts.
- Of course Jumin had nonchalantly mentioned it! You felt so stupid, so childish.
- You couldn’t even look him in the eyes anymore.
- He knew it as soon as you started bouncing jokes right back at him
- He knew it the moment you didn’t care he was pushing you away, the moment you promised to help him find his brother.
- He knew it, and it hurt so much.
- After the commotion died down, you had tied a note around the little cat robot he made for you, and had it surprise him one day. You thought it would be cute!
- You thought he liked you back.
- But suddenly you were spammed with on onslaught of messages.
- “I’m sorry, Mc, I’m so so sorry.”
- That was the basic summary of the messages. He felt so bad, you could tell from his texts, but he still couldn’t afford someone getting close to him. Not with his past.
- Not with his brother still having issues.
- “I love you, I do, just not like that. I won’t be able to ever love anyone like that.”
- You ended up getting rid of the stuff he had made for you, but you still kept the cat.
- At least it was able to cheer you up.
- While it was true she was into girls… She couldn’t bring herself to actually date one.
- The worries of being openly together, the worries of being attacked or yelled at… She couldn’t live that life, much less could she do that to you.
- When you admitted your feelings to her, with a cute cookie set that spelled it out, she felt her heart drop as she rejected you.
- It was for the best, you both knew it, but god that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
- She tried cheering you up, but what could she do?
- Everytime she was on the chat, you tried your best to converse with her, but it was clear to everyone you were still hurting
- She was still hurting
- You had made him such a cute and sweet letter in brail. He had recently fully learned it, something he was so proud of.
- So you mentioned you had a surprise and handed him your special letter.
- He was smiling at first, but as his fingers ran through the letter, his smile quickly faded.
- He ended up putting the letter to the side halfway through.
- “Mc… You know I still love her.”
- You were suddenly thankful he couldn’t see you that well. Your fists clenched, your eyes watered, and you even felt that familiar hot buildup of saliva in your mouth.
- You wanted to puke.
- “I know…I know feelings are so easy to catch, I know your feelings are most likely sincere. But I’m sorry. I can’t let go of her. I don’t think I ever can.”
- You put on a fake voice, smiling and trying to act like you understood.
- But how could he still be so blindly in love with someone who caused him so much pain?
- You didn’t visit him again after that. Jumin was a bit concerned, but after meeting with V again he knew.
- RFA parties were really awkward after that.
- How could you have feelings for someone like him? How could you like someone who had killed people with his bare hands?
- The moment you handed him such a cutesy pink letter, he didn’t want to read it. You could see the apprehension etched on his face.
- When he crumpled up the letter, you realised maybe he wasn’t as recovered as he seemed.
- “You can’t handle me, mc, don’t even pretend that you can.”
- You tried to explain yourself a bit, not expecting him to get so upset, but that just made the issue worse.
- “I can’t trust you! You don’t know me! You don’t know anything about me, expect I’m the ‘poor person’ with a horrible childhood and I was taken in by some cult. Hell, my own brother doesn’t even know me yet. Why the hell do you think you know me?”
- You couldn’t talk, you just bit your lip and tried not to make your tears too obvious, but that failed when he threw your letter at you.
- “Get out of my sight.”
- Later on, when you finally managed to look at your phone, you saw so many texts from Seven, apologizing for Saeran’s behavior, but honestly… You knew he was right.
I could not for the life of me think of something to name this one. 😂
Request: Imagine Happy going to Gemma for advice on how to ask you to be his old lady. & Request: Happy imagine where he won’t admit that he has feelings for you til he has to rush you to lockdown where he confesses.
“I can’t just leave, Hap. This is my job.” “I aint giving you an option.” “And since when do I take orders from you?” You leant against the wall and scanned the dimly lit room and the girls swinging around poles. “Since you started fucking me. Im serious, (y/n). You need to come to the clubhouse, now.” You rolled your eyes. “Im at work, Hap. I don’t finish til nine.” “Your only a bartender at a goddamned strip club. Now do as your told and-“ “Fuck you!” And then the line went dead. He clenched the phone tightly in his hand. “Fuck!” Happy threw the burner at the wall and watched the cell phone break apart before hitting the floor. He clenched his jaw. Why were you always so goddamned difficult? Happy stood and marched out of his dorm room. The clubhouse was already beginning to fill up which only agitated him more. “Hey Hap can you give my mom a hand bringing in the rest of the boxes?” Happy stopped in his path and look at Jax, fighting an internal struggle before finally nodding and storming towards the door. He wanted desperately to go and drag your stubborn ass back here but he knew he had responsibilities and he could at least help Gemma out first. Jax watched him march across the room and turned to his brothers. “Whats his problem?” Juice raised his eyebrows. “How much time you got?”
“Where you want them ma?” “Just sit them in the kitchen.” Happy nodded and carried in the last boxes of groceries. Gemma followed him, carrying a paper bag of vegetables with her. “She coming in?” Happy glanced at the Queen as he lifted the boxes onto the counter and shook his head. “Nah, Imma go get her.” “Bet she’ll love that.” Gemma smirked. “Its for her own good.” Happy said and turned towards the door. Gemma grabbed his arm, stopping him and he turned back to look at her. “Lockdown aint easy for outsiders. You gotta make her know how serious this shit is.” “Shes not an outsider.” Happy answered. “Does she know that?” She could tell by the way Happy looked away that they still hadn’t discussed the status of their relationship and she sighed before stepping in front of him. She grabbed his shoulders, making him look at her. “Look, sweetheart. (Y/n)s a good girl. She’s a good fit for you. You gotta lock that shit down before somebody else does.” Happy nodded. “Thanks ma.” “Your welcome baby.” She kissed his cheek. “Now go get her. Gates closing soon.”
“What can I get you?” He eyed you up and down, a sleazy smile on his face. “How bout a piece of that ass, huh?” You fought the urge to roll your eyes and plastered the sweetest smile you could manage on your face. “Oh honey, no amount of cash is gonna make that happen. So what’ll it be?” “Just a beer.” You nodded and turned to the fridge when you heard the security guard arguing and you glanced up to see Happy pushing his way into the club. You took a deep breath and gave the man his beer before stepping out from behind the bar. “Its okay, T. He’s with me.” You told the security guard. Happy shoved away from him and walked towards you. You put your hands on your hips and raised your eyebrows. “What the fuck are you doing here Hap!?” “You need to come with me.” “Jesus christ.” You turned away from him and headed back to the bar, Happy hot on your heels. “I told you on the phone, I’m working.” “(Y/n), please.” He grabbed your wrist and moved to stand in front of you, blocking your path. You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest and glared up at him. “The club is dealing with some shit. Our enemies are coming for us. I need to keep you safe.” His voice was sincere, and he seemed genuinely concerned for your wellbeing. You sighed and scanned the club. Tuesdays were generally pretty quiet, and there was another bartender on. “Gimme twenty minutes.” The ghost of a smile played on his lips and he nodded. “Ill be out the front. I’ll ride with you.”
You closed the car door and looked around the lot. The place was packed, cars everywhere, around a dozen more bikes than what was normally here. And people gathered around the clubhouse. happy was parking his bike and you walked towards him. “Whys there so many people?” Happy looked at you, a look of disbelief on his face. “What?” “Did you even listen to what I said on the phone? Clubs on lockdown. We need to keep everyone safe.” You shugged. “I thought you were just being over dramatic.” Happy shook his head slowly and you rolled your eyes. You both walked towards the clubhouse. “Can you blame me? You don’t even let me drive home alone.” “Im trying to protect you, (y/n).” “I can protect myself, Hap.” Happy sighed. It was gonna be a long night.
You stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around your body and began to dry yourself off. Despite what you initially thought, the night had actually been kinda enjoyable. You’d been to dozens of parties at the clubhouse. You were best friends with a crow eater and that was how you’d ended up meeting Happy. But tonight had had more of a family vibe and for the first time since meeting the Sons you could actually imagine this being your life. The sense of home this place had, the sense of family was something you had never experienced before and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you want it. All the guys had tried it on with you, that first night. They all assumed since your friend was a crow eater that you’d be easy too, but that was far from the case. You loved the chase and you liked to make men work to get what was between your legs. Until you’d met Happy. There was just something about him that had driven you crazy. He was so mysterious, so dangerous and handsome. He had an energy about him that you were drawn to and you’d found yourself breaking rules for him.. That didn’t mean you’d given in to him; he’d still had to work for it, just not as hard as the previous men in your life.He was suspicious of you, as were all they guys. You hung out with crow eaters, and they all had doubts about your intentions. Like maybe you were just trying to get a guy with a kutte, like all your friends were It wasn’t purely sexual, as much as you hated to admit it. You were never one to crave relationships but you knew your feelings for Happy Lowman were the kinda thing people wrote songs about. But god when he clenched his jaw it drove you wild, and you knew you’d never really be able to say no to him. You would never admit it, but he had total control over you. You were undeniably in love with Happy. He had rushed you here so fast you hadn’t bother to think of clothes and he hd offered you an old shirt of his to wear to bed. You reached for it and pulled it over your head. It was big and baggy and it hung loosely over you, sitting on your upper thighs. Slightly faded letters spelt SAMCRO across the front and you smiled as you breathed in the scent of him. You stepped in front of the mirror and looked at your reflection. Maybe one day you really would fit into his world, and maybe one day he would fall in love with you. Maybe one day he could actually call you his girlfriend or, even his old lady. One day, maybe. But for now; while you stood naked in the bathroom of his dorm room, the scent of him filling your lungs; you could pretend.
“What are you looking at, little girl?” You smirked and stayed leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. Happy sat in bed, shirtless with the sheets draped loosely over him as he leant against the headboard, a joint between his fingers. “Just admiring the view.” Happy snorted and took a drag of his joint. “Come here.” You pushed off the wall and skipped across the carpet and knelt on the bed beside him. In clothes, Happy was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, but out of them.. He was a masterpiece. You could spend hours looking at him, and you drowned in his tattoos and abs and every inch of his perfectly sculpted body. He passed you the joint and you took a drag before passing it back to him. “That suits you.” Happy said, gesturing to his shirt you were wearing. You glanced down at it and brushed off the compliment. “Greys not really my colour.” Happy smirked and patted the pillow next to him. You crawled over and tucked up next to him curling into his side, and he put his arm around your shoulder. “Thank you for coming, (y/n). I know you didn’t want to.” His voice always sounded huskier at night and you smiled at him. “Im glad I came.” “It wont be for long, couple days maybe.” You groaned. “Ive got work tomorrow Happy, Im gonna lose my job if i don’t show up.” Happy stubbed out the joint in the ashtray. “I aint risking your life for a bartending job.” “I can protect myself.” He looked at you and sighed. “I know you can. But your staying here. Just go to sleep and we’ll sort it out tomorrow.” “But I-“ His lips crashed against yours before you could protest and you gave in almost immediately. His rough hands reached down and you moved into his lap, straddling him. There was a sudden urgency to his kiss and he tugged the shirt up your body and lifted it over your head. He tossed it to the ground and sat back. You blushed under his gaze and he licked his lips as he looked at your bare chest before pulling you to his lips once more.
Happy watched you as you laughed with Lyla and Juice. It had been two days since he had dragged you here and despite your initial protests you had actually been enjoying yourself. He liked watching you, settling in with his brothers and their families. You seemed to fit in well. Happy stood and headed to the kitchen. Gemma was standing in front of the stove, stirring a large pot and Happy knocked softly on the wall to get her attention. “Hey sweetheart,” Happy nodded and leant against the counter. He pulled a toothpick from his pocket and placed it between his lips, rolling it across them with his tongue. Gemma watched him intently.He was struggling with something. “You told her yet?” “Told her what?” “That your in love with her.” Happy paused and shook his head. “I dont know how, Gem.” He said quietly. “Im not good at talking about this shit.” “Look, sweetie. Girl like that, she don’t need to be told all the time. You want her to be an old lady?” Happy nodded. “Then you just gotta ask her. She’s good for you. Knows how to turn you on and treat you right. She’s been around the club enough to know what it means to be an old lady. She’s tough. She’ll keep you grounded. You need that.” Happy nodded and rubbed at is neck. “She loves you, sweetheart.” Gemma said reassuringly. “Take her on a date when all this is over. A real date. Ask her then.” “Thank you momma.” “Its okay baby.”
“Who wants a beer?” Happy nodded and Jax and Opie raised their hands. You nodded and headed to the bar. Despite being locked in the club house all day you’d enjoyed every second. Gemma had been watching you closely, but you got on well with the queen and she was always up to something, so you just ignored it. The boys had been out for most of the day and you had leapt out of your seat the second you’d heard the bikes pulling into the lot. Happy had to admit, coming home to you after a long day was something he could get used to. You grabbed the beers, and one for yourself and headed back to them. Happy met your eye as you walked and you smirked at him and tried to wink. “Are you okay? Have you got something in your eye?” “No, I’m.. I’m winking. Im trying to wink.” Happy raised his eyebrows and smirked while Jax and Opie laughed. You blushed and passed the boys their beers. “Thank you darlin.” Jax said, with an over exaggerated wink. You laughed too and raised your middle finger at him. Happy pulled you into his lap and you obliged, laying your hand casually across his broad shoulders. The conversation was light and friendly and you were all laughing, except for Happy. He couldn’t stop staring at you. His plans to take you on a date were flying out the window. You tried to ignore it bit when Jax and Ope stood to go outside you turned to look at him. “The fuck you staring at?” You asked and took a swig of your beer. “I love you.” You spat your beer at, spraying a mist over the table in front of you. “What?” You wiped the beer dribbling down your chin. “I love you.” Happy repeated. His voice sounded so.. nervous. Was the Tacoma Killer nervous?! You stared at him, your mouth open, searching for any hint of a lie in those dark eyes of his. But you saw only truth, and love. You swallowed and placed your beer on the table in front of you before turning his lap to look at him fully. “You love me?” “I do.” He nodded. You pressed your lips against his. “I love you too, Happy.” You smiled against his lips. He kissed you again and you breathed him in. You shifted in his lap til you were straddling him and he wrapped his arms around you. “Get my crow.” He whispered against your lips. You pulled back and looked at him questioningly. “I want you to be my old lady.” You pulled away from him and stood up and Happys face fell slightly. You took a step backwards, your eyes never leaving his face. “Is that a no?” He asked. You smiled widely and shook your head. “Its a yes, you dork.” You took another step back. “Come on. I want my old man to pick where his crows gonna go.” You tugged your shirt down, flashing him a bit of cleavage and attempted another wink. Happy smirked and stepped towards you, grabbing you by the waist and planting a kiss on your lips. “You gotta work on that wink, little girl.”
Warnings: SMUT, alcohol, unprotected sex (remember kiddos, wrap it before you tap it), gross bar & grill bathrooms (pretend this one isn’t gross)
Word Count: 1,301
A/N: Aye I’m back with some Kyle Spencer smut (yes please excuse how ?? it is, all of my smut is like wow?) Surprisingly, I haven’t gotten any smut requests for him, but I needed this in my life, so I wrote it. And quickly, let me fucking share this with you. Like c’mere Eddy, I’ll ride your pony. Just hit me up. Also, the fact didn’t proofread this and it was written at 3:45am might lead to things being a little off.
But seriously, no glove no love. Special circumstances only.
Summary: In 2008, Dean takes over his late grandfather’s tailor shop in Normal, Illinois, and discovers an old leather flight jacket in the attic. A hand-painted set of wings on the back, the name Novak, and a three-quarters sewn circle of red cotton are the only clues he has to the jacket’s origins, and he enlists his historian brother to help him find the owner.
It doesn’t take long for Sam to trace the jacket to Lieutenant Castiel Novak–a pilot who lived in Dean’s apartment until his mysterious disappearance a few years after WWII–and what little information they find about him is fascinating. The guy was a stone cold badass. A stone cold fox, too, if the grainy old newspaper photo is anything to go by.
It’s to be expected that Dean idly wishes he could have known the man as he closes the annoyingly unfinished circle of thread on the jacket.
“Morning Lafayette, how are you this morning?” Y/N’s nurse Julia asks as Lafayette makes his way past the nurses station.
Over the past two weeks while Y/N has been stuck in the hospital he’s been in to visit so often that he’s on a first name basis with all the nurses.
“Late, I couldn’t get a cab over here. It took me 15 minutes to get one to stop for me” he explains, partially out of breath. “I ran from the cab up here I didn’t want mon amour to have to wait longer for me”
Julia laughs, his excitement to see Y/N always endearing to her.
“Well go on in, she’s awake and waiting for you” she says, patting his shoulder.
With a grin he heads into Y/N’s room, she’s looking better than she has the past few days but Lafayette knows that at this point he shouldn’t let that get his hopes up.
“Bonjour amour” he says, placing his bag on the floor as he leans in to kiss her forehead.
“Hey babe” her face breaks into a smile as he pulls his laptop out of his bag. “Last four episodes right?” She asks.
So I tore you from the pages of my book.
Dozens at a time,
I tore you from its spine;
You were the worst kind of ending;
I could never quite make out what you said.
Who wants to talk about polymachina soulmate marks? I’m a sucker for fics with soulmate marks, especially ones where people get more than one, and like there’s so many ways to spin in like, does the symbol represent the person? Is it their name? Is it the first thing they say to them?
All the options are great, okay. I’ve seen the first two a bunch and I love them, but let me submit for consideration:
Vax with a big ‘NO’ on his back, just over his heart (it shouldn’t surprise anyone that it’s one of the first things to come out of his sister’s mouth)
Vex with ‘Mine’ written in the same spot in the same deep navy blue color (no one’s surprised, twins are often platonic soulmates, and it’s clear Vex and Vax are two halves of a whole)
But they have other words too
There’s a rich purple ‘well hello to you too’ running down Vax’s side (and somehow when Gilmore says it, it sounds exactly the way he always thought it would)
What makes less sense is the great gray handprint on his lower back and the magenta music notes curling around his arm
(It makes sense when Grog introduces himself with a smack to the chest that knocks Vax off his feet and Scanlan does so with a wordless melody)
The ‘oh, um, hi’ on the inside of his his left arm makes perfect sense when he meets Keyleth (what’s weird is the matching words they both share on the inside of the right that they don’t recognize until they meet Kashaw)
Vex and Vax share the same golden word running down their spine and Pike has their greetings wrapped around her wrists
Grog’s not sure what to make of his until he meets Pike. Goliath’s typically have imprints of hands, not words (she first reads out her own words that stretch across Grog’s shoulders almost like wings)
She laughs gently as she reads out ‘well aren’t you a big fella’ and ‘please don’t step on me’
He tries to sound out her words when Pike lets him see them. He does alright with the big ‘I’m so sorry’ on her shoulder (the ‘hello gorgeous’ on her right leg gives him a bit more trouble)
Sometimes he wishes his were words too, but that fades when he finds just where his hand fits (on Vax’s back, Vex’s waist, Keyleth’s shoulder, Percy’s leg, Scanlan’s ass)
Pike’s always liked the big gray hand that covers one of her own, it’s her favorite (the neat scrawl in celestial on the side of her neck is a close second)
It’s a shock to Percy that he seems to be covered in words, a ‘hey there handsome’ across his lower back and a matching ‘are you alright, darling’ over his chest, and a long rambling string of words in red that covers most of his back
He’s never sure just when the words on his back turned gray, but he notices when the matching red on Keyleth’s arm fades just the same
Keyleth loves her words, they’re a rainbow on her skin (the deep gray handprint and dark brown words on her right arm give her pause, but she comes to love them just the same)
Her fingers like to trace the golden greeting on her clavicle and the ‘you poor dear’ on the back of her hand in vibrant teal
She used to love the bright, almost glittering ramble that ran down her arms (it feels like a part of her rips away when the letters fade and grow dull)
But it hurts less after a while, the words become a sad memory, but at least she always has a piece of him on her skin. If she closes her eyes, she can almost hear the wind whisper the words to her
I just really like these kinds of aus, might do more like this later. But I would also love to see what other people prefer in terms of what the marks are. I’ve seen a bunch of fics with this au and they’ve all been amazing, and I think there’s always room for more!
Pairing: Sam x Reader (we’re getting closer guys) Summary: God tells Sam and Dean that they do, in fact, have soulmates out there. Warnings: very sad Sammy, little bit of fluff if you squint real hard. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Sam was not okay with this plan. Sam wasn’t even told about this plan until it was already in action and being followed through. “Why are we going to Texas again? I told you, Dean, I just wanna go home,” Sam sighed, slumping against the car as he stretched his legs. “I told you, Sammy, this is just a pit stop,” Dean said, slightly frustrated at his brother’s nagging. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he put the gas nozzle in Baby and waited as she was being filled. Sam watched as Vivienne crawled out the door and wrapped her arms around his brother, giving him a small squeeze; he didn’t fail to notice the serene smile that took over Dean’s face in just a few seconds of being in her embrace. “Thank you,” he whispered into her hair, taking the nozzle out and putting it back at the pump and closing the gas cap.
A/N: This may be the first in a
series based on how well you react to it, also please note that fuckboy Jin can
be a dick, but the main reason Y/N hates him is because she knows she can’t
resist his charms, and she hates him and herself for it.
The silver balloons wafted from side to side
between the clutter of people in the room. The gentle glow of the strobe
lighting illuminating them. Banners reading ‘Happy New Year’ hung gently from
every doorway and staircase, drawing attention to why I was here. In the middle
of the dance floor my best friends were dancing. The silver in each of their
dresses, glittering like stars as their bodies swayed to the music. And usually
I would join them, making an effort to seem outstanding. But tonight I was
completely rattled. The golden sequins on my dress drawing attention that was
undesired. The only thing that calmed the rapid beating of my heart was the
overbearing nature of straight vodka. And I consumed another heavy gulp.
‘REMEMBER ALL YOU 21 YEAR OLDS THIS YEAR, OUR
SOULMATES NAME WILL SHOW UP ON OUR WRIST AS SOON AS IT HITS NEW YEAR!’
I groaned, every five minutes there was a
constant reminder of why my anxiety levels had skyrocketed. A reminder of
everything I was trying to forget. On the contrary I had always wanted a
tattoo, but not like this. I’ve never wanted someone’s name imprinted on my
skin. I sighed as collapsed back in my chair in the corner of the room, every
so often grabbing unsuspecting people’s drinks and chugging them as they
turn away to dance.
I glanced around the room, my gaze lingering on
the people I knew, but I managed to lock eyes with the one person I despised. I
may have been hysterical, but Jin looked far more nervous than me. Although
that’s due to the lack of a soulmate at the age of 24. A cheeky grin appears on
his face as he gestured to the swarm of girls glued to him, seemingly
suggesting I should join them. My eyes roll out of habit, as I push myself off
my chair and grab another drink. Without thinking I’m wandering through the
party, and as my head turns back to where he stood I notice him laughing. He
seems to be talking to one of his goddess like companions. Yet his eyes wander
constantly and when the find me once again he chuckles. My eyes crinkle, almost
shut, trying to wrap my head around the deceitful boy. He chuckles once again,
his mouth raising higher on the left side, clearly finding our
facial-expression-across-the-room-discussion amusing. My eyes lower, and I
quickly find Mina dancing in the centre of the floor. ‘Hey,’ I call to her,
gaining her attention quickly, ‘I’m going to head over to where the boys are
drinking, okay?’ My cup filled hand pointing in the direction of my plans as
she nods softly.
Nevertheless, Jin cuts me off before I reach
my friends. ‘Hi Y/N.’ He smirks, his glasses generously grazing the tip of his
nose as they fall. ‘Nervous?’ His tongue grazes his lips painstakingly slowly
as his eyes flicker between my eyes and lips. ‘Bet I’m still doing better than
you.’ I mock pushing his glasses back up his nose. ‘Oh really?’ He holds his
bottom lip between his teeth, as he leisurely leans his face into the crook of
my neck, his cologne lacing the air around us. ‘Prove it.’ His voice adorned
with lust and breathlessness, his fingers beginning to drift up and down my
arms, causing small shivers to run through me. I push Jin’s body away from me,
and he pouts, showcasing his bright pink lips. ‘Come on angel face,’ the
nickname rolling off his tongue naturally, as a wave of small goose bumps flush
over me. ‘I could make you feel so good.’ His hands moved towards my hips, but
I interrupted his longing by intertwining our fingers and raised them up to my
face. I sighed, trusting myself to resist the delicious charms of a fuckboy,
‘I’m disinclined to acquiesce to your request.’ His eyes scanned the way my
eyes widened at his huge hand enveloping my own, his brow furrowing in
confusion of my statement. His face contorted making the smallest creases
around his nose and his eyebrows. I decided to see how far I could push him,
pushing onto my toes and letting my lips graze over as his, letting them follow
mine until I reached his ear. ‘Means no.’ I looked back at him and
dropped back to flat feet, staring into his disconcerted eyes.
I could feel his lips tug into a smug smile as
my back turned to him. ‘Hey, Y/N!’ He jerked his head up to call me as I took a
few steps away from him, his smug smile boring into me, ‘Did it hurt?’ I turned
to him and rolled my eyes slowly, ‘When what, I fell from heaven?’ my disgusted
gag was obvious as he slowly approached me, gradually intertwining our hands
again, ‘No.’ he smiled, shaking his head slightly, the smile slowly dissolving
into a pout as I sighed exasperatedly, ‘What then?’ my gaze shifted into a
distrustful glare fixed on his eyes. A sly grin crept onto his face, looking
like the devil had placed it there himself, ‘When you fell for me.’ His hands
gripping mine softly and bringing them into our view as his grin only grew.
I immediately dropped his poisonous hands and
ran as quickly as I could to my friends, hearing his devious laugh ring in my
Before anyone could even greet me I grabbed
Jacksons cup of vodka and chugged the entire thing. ‘Looks like someone’s a
little nervous.’ Jackson chuckled, as he poured himself another one. ‘I don’t
care if the person’s one of you guys, I don’t want to know that my life is
promised away, that I’ve been genetically modified since birth to be with this
‘Y/N if it makes you feel any better you know
that you don’t have to be with whoever your wrist shows up with.’ Yoongi says,
speaking from experience. He had the name show up the year he turned 21, two
years ago. Just like everyone else his age.
‘But everyone else will want to be with their
soulmate right?’ I finished his next sentence for him, taking another Jaebum’s
cup before he could protest and emptying it into my all too eager stomach. ‘By
the way, how is life with a soulmate?’
‘It sucks, even though they know they’re the
only one you love they still get nervous when you go out. Mine seems to think
I’m going to cheat.’ He ran one hand through his hair, dishevelling it as he
released a very heavy sigh. ‘Anyway, soulmates are supposed to be either
someone you’ve been in love with for a while, or you were destined to be with.
So you’ll be fine.’ He patted me on the back, but it was the least comfort I’d
felt in a while. The more the night moved on the more agitated I felt, the more
tense I became.
And all too soon, it was the countdown to New
My immediate reaction was to begin downing as
many drinks as I could and I grabbed Yoongi’s hand and gripped it tight.
His thumb ran over the back of my hand,
caressing it softly so that I could calm down, as I muttered the words ‘Save
me’ to him.
I saw Mina run over to me and grab my other
hand, because she was so overwhelmingly excited that she’d finally see who her
‘Good luck.’ Yugyeom whispered to all of us as
he and the rest of the Maknae liners ran off giggling.
That’s when I saw it, the black ink that
faintly began to rise on my right wrist, and seeing the name in person made me
practically faint. Mina leaned over to me and got me to breathe properly.
‘Remember the first name that appears on your wrist is your worst enemy. Look
mines changing now.’ She called. And as I looked over I saw the weirdest thing
I’ve ever seen in my life.
It was unmistakeable but the name ‘Byun
Baekhyun’ written in bold black letters faded away to reveal the name ‘Jackson
Wang’. But the colour was wrong, it looks like someone carved it into her skin
with a knife. It’s supposed to be black.
I looked back at my wrist but it hadn’t
changed. I waited for five minutes, slowly moving up to ten but the name on my
wrist never changed.
There written in black in perfect cursive was
A lot of people have been asking about Osomatsu’s mental state during EP24 and I think I’ve finally recovered enough to answer www
Osomatsu’s definitely in a bad mental place during EP24, which means easy pickings for any malicious spirits… the house is well protected and because Osomatsu doesn’t really leave the house anymore the bigger, more dangerous spirits can’t get to him, but he’s still susceptible.
Honestly, Osomatsu should be able to see the marks on his body but he either can’t see them due to lowered sensitivity.. or he just doesn’t care.
summary: since she was little, all of her friends were talking and waiting for their mark of a soulmate to appear on their skin. they all believed in perfect love stories, perfect families, perfect beginnings and perfect moasos. in some cases, that was really what having a soulmate brought and meant. all those perfect things happening to them in a perfect way. but the ugly and unwanted truth was that people were just people and some of them wanted more from life than the stable, pre-prepared life. because people would always stay animals, all soft skinned and full of insatiable lust.
warnings: language [not much, but still], very indirect mentions of abuse
A/N: Jungkook soulmates au, with a side of Taehyung and Jimin; feedback very much appreciated [and needed]. do not repost to sites other than Tumblr, please.
moaso - mark of a soulmate, goes through three phases [surfacing - shows up on ones eighteenth birthday as a quote of first words one will hear from their soulmate after they’re both of age; shifting - starts changing its appearance after the first words are said out loud; blooming - settles into its final form, usually of a symbol of great meaning for both of the soulmates]
a blank - a person without a true soulmate, usually possessing a certain set of personality traits that make them suitable to take up the most demanding or dangerous lines of work or lifestyles