never planning on finding her soulmate

rose - peter parker

Rose - ((Tom Holland)) Peter Parker x Reader | 3rd Person

Prompt: (soulmate au where: after you meet your soulmate, whatever they draw or write on themselves will also appear on you) During class, a poorly-drawn rose appears on Peter’s forearm, letting him know that he has met his soulmate.

a/n: soulmate aus: overdone yet not done enough. DAY 7!! HOMECOMING COMES OUT TODAY!! i’m insanely proud of both tom and zendaya (my two loves) and i’m so excited to see the movie! but i’m super busy this weekend/today so i have to wait until next week to see it :( so nO SPOILERS! and i want to thank all of you guys who read all the imagines for all 7 days and the support has been insane, so thank you so fucking much you guys rock.


(Y/N) didn’t believe she would find her soulmate. Though he was probably out there, she may not ever meet him. Most of her friends had not yet met their soulmate, but there were a lucky few who were so happy it made (Y/N) sick.

Even having met her fair share of guys, (Y/N) wanted to focus more on her schoolwork over finding love. Though meeting that special someone was always in the back of her mind, she knew that the chances were slim that he went to her high school. Besides, getting into a good college should be a bigger priority over obsessing to find a soulmate.

She sat in the back of a boring history class, and nobody was paying attention to the video being played. Even the teacher had decided to go on their phone over watching the dull documentary. (Y/N) was laying her head down on the desk, bored out of her mind, and decided to pull out a red pen.

Clicking the pen, (Y/N) sloppily started doodling a rose on her upper forearm. The red rose was poorly drawn and messy, but she was proud of it. The rose was simple and plain and she liked it, so she just left it as it was. (Y/N) put her pen back into her bag, and focused her attention back to the uninteresting video.

In a different classroom, Peter sat in the back of his science class next to his friend. His sleeve was rolled down to his wrists, and he felt something on his upper forearm. Pulling his sleeve up, he saw a rose on. It looked as if it were made of red pen, and it seemed to have been drawn carelessly, yet there was something about it that was strangely pretty.

His eyes widened and Peter quickly showed it to his friend, who was excited for Peter. Peter was both happy and extremely anxious. He asked his friend what to do, which we only got an “I don’t know” in response.

Peter walked home after the bell rang, still confused over what exactly he should do. There was a girl out there, who drew a rose on her arm, and didn’t even know that he saw it. After reaching his apartment, he sat down at his desk and looked at the rose. Finally deciding what to do, he picked up a sharpie and wrote on his arm. I like the rose he wrote simply. Peter hoped whoever she was, saw it.

Sitting on her bed, (Y/N) felt something on her arm. She looked at her arm and saw the words “I like the rose” in a sloppy handwriting. (Y/N)’s eyes widened in surprise, she never expected to meet her soulmate this early.

Though she knew that having a soulmate must be nice, she thought she wasn’t ready for the type of life-long commitment that came with it. (Y/N) ran into her bathroom and scrubbed off the words. She would write back when she was ready, and for now, she wasn’t.


It’s been a week since Peter’s soulmate had drawn the rose, and since then he was determined to find out who she was. The girl would never respond when he wrote, and she hadn’t drawn anything since.

Deciding that the day was hot compared to most days in New York, the majority of girls wore short-sleeves. Peter quickly came up with a plan simple enough to find out if his soulmate went to his school. He was planning to draw a large dot on his arm in bright red ink so it would stand out on any skin tone.

Later that day, he saw a girl walk by him with a red dot on her arm. He quickly scrambled to see who the girl was, and it was (Y/N). He had met her once, she sat in front of him in their math class. Having his first, real look at the girl, he noticed that she was really pretty. Her smile was warm, and her laugh was genuine.

He went home that day, happy to know who his soulmate was. Once in his room, he got out his marker and wrote on his arm, deciding to have fun with the newfound knowledge. Peter simply wrote the words Hey (Y/N).

(Y/N) looked at her arm to see what it would now say, and she was shocked to see what was written. She wondered how he had figured out, but decided that there was no use in hiding anymore. She wrote a small Hey back and waited to see where it would take her.


Another week later, (Y/N) and her soulmate had become somewhat close. They talked for long periods of time so both of their arms were covered in ink, but (Y/N) still didn’t know who he was. He had given clues, but she still remained clueless.

Peter hadn’t told (Y/N) who he was yet for two reasons. For one, he was scared of what she would think. In his opinion, she was extremely out of his league; smart, funny, pretty were only a few things people could use to describe her. The second reason was just that he liked the mystery of it, but that was all going to change.

(Y/N) had agreed to meet her soulmate at a coffee shop nearby their school. She was anxious, but she knew that no matter who he may be, she was happy. He seemed really funny and smart, and she was happy to finally be able to meet him.

Showing up to the cafe, (Y/N) ordered a coffee and sat at a table near the front window. She looked down at her phone and scrolled through her Instagram feed, waiting for who her soulmate would be.

A tap on her shoulder sent her bolting upright. In front of her stood Peter Parker, holding a rose. She smiled widely and ran out of her chair. Immediately hugging him, causing them both to laugh. He handed her the rose, and when (Y/N) gave him a confused look, he said, “It was the first thing that you drew on yourself that got drawn on me.”

(Y/N) took the rose and smiled, starting a conversation. The two talked for hours, and when it got late (Y/N) looked at him and said, “I’m glad that out of all the people that could’ve been my soulmate, it was you. I mean, there are loads of assholes that go to our school, and even though you’re kind of a dork, you’re my dork.”

Peter laughed and pretended to be offended, “Well, excuse me! At least I’m not a loser like you!”

(Y/N) smiled again, she hadn’t stopped smiling since the start of the date and her cheeks ached, “But in all seriousness, I’m glad you’re my soulmate,” she said honestly.

He beamed at her and said, “I’m glad you’re my soulmate, too.”


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title: assembly required

rating: t

ship: nalu

summary: “natsu you fuck, I sent you to build a wardrobe not marry my fucking sister” - they probably have the movie rights to this one

notes: AHHH @rivendell101 I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME FIFTEEN  YEARS TO DO alisha won second place (1.5K words) in my 2.2K follower giveaway and requested a nalu soulmate au involving writing on their person and while I had one written and ready to go like two weeks ago I went to IKEA and bought a wardrobe and while I was dismantling the stupid thing for the second time I had an idea and rewrote it.  this went over 1.5K words but oh well lmao 

notes p2: ok so in this au you’re born with half a word on your wrist, and your soulmate has the other half.  the word isn’t necessarily the first word your soulmate says to you, and you’ll know it’s them because it will flash a colour when one of you says it.  


From: Sparkypire

Time: 8:47 AM

Natsu(5) + {[Any situation(the amount of people)(proximity to Gray Fullbuster(5) OR Gajeel Redfox(3))] - Presence of Erza Scarlet(2)} + Access to pyrotechnics of any sort + Access to his phone = total level of destruction possible, plus-or-minus 2.

To: Sparkypire

Time: 8:48 AM

What the fuck?

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The Final Play

IMAGINE: Bucky hasn’t been paying attention to (Y/N) lately, missing out their dates, purposely ignoring her. Is he tired of her? Or is there something up his sleeve?

[gif is not mine. hope you guys like it. this story was inspired by the plot in ‘himym’ -you know, where barney finally proposes to robin.]

word count: 2.0 k+


act one

“I think your best friend is cheating on me.”

Sam looked at (Y/N) alarmed, he almost dropped the muffin that he was holding. Steve audibly gasped beside him as well as stilling. “He’s not my best friend. AND what?”

(Y/N) sat down on the stool in front of Sam and Steve. “We haven’t spent any of our free time together. I barely see him, he says that he’s always at work, we haven’t had sex in like three weeks.” She reached over and grabbed Steve’s drink and skulled it.

“Have you talked to him about it?” Sam questioned.

“Whenever I try to tell him that we haven’t been spending a lot of time together he just bolts or tries to change the subject.”

“Bucky loves you.”

“It doesn’t seem like it anymore. I don’t want to be one of those women who need the spend every moment we have together, but I need to see him at least.” She burrowed her face in her palms. “I don’t know what to do anymore. Is he bored with me? Does he want to be with someone else, is this his way of saying it?”

Sam looked over to Steve worriedly. “I’m sure that he’s just busy, (Y/N).”

“Am I making a mistake?” The words came of her mouth as soon as she thought of it. Her and Bucky have always been strong, they were the ones that everyone wanted to be. They were the strongest people with the strongest relationship. “Being with him?”

“No!” Steve denied vehemently. He knew that Bucky before (Y/N) was a coping mess, coping but messily and in isolation. With (Y/N) he was the Bucky that he knew before HYDRA got to him. She was perfect for him. “You guys are meant to be!”

(Y/N) shrugged and looked at Steve and Sam sadly. “His actions aren’t really saying that nowadays. I’m getting tired.”

Steve sat up and leaned sat forward, concern etched on his face. “(Y/N), what are you saying?” He asked slowly, fearing for the worst.

“I want to be with someone who actually pays attention to me.” She shrugged again and stood up. “I’ll see you guys later.”


act two

“Are you sure she really said that?”

Steve nodded, “She did. What the hell are you doing Buck?”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re pushing her away! You don’t push the people you love away!” Steve to emphasise his point hit Bucky  every time he spoke a word.

“Damn it, Steve! Calm down.” He rubbed his arm, “Jesus,” He mumbled and moved away when Steve raised her fist again.

“Look, you’re like my brother and I love you but you need to stop fucking around with (Y/N)! Unless you want to be single again!” Steve angrily pointed a finger at Bucky who was still nursing his now bruising arm.

“I’m not cheating on her,” he denied. Bucky nervously rubbed his neck, “I’ve been working on something, that’s why I haven’t been spending time with her.”

Steve folded her arms crossly at her brother, “What is is then?”

He stood up and looked at him silently asking Steve to follow him. When they reached his office he showed him the folder and watched as he intently read through it.

“Really?”

Bucky smiled at his best friend, he nodded once, “Yes, really.”


act three

“What do you mean he’s not going to come?” (Y/N) paced back and forth, her cellphone clenched tightly in her hand. “He’s your best friend!”

Steve shrugged once, “I don’t know. He said he’s busy looking at the plans we have for the next mission.”

“You’re being commended at the museum! He could do that anytime after this!” She abruptly stopped pacing back and forth, almost tripping over the train of her dress. “That motherfucker.”

“(Y/N), honestly, it doesn’t matter.” Steve placated her. “It’s just a stupid ceremony.”

She shook her head, “No, Steve It really does matter. I mean, if he thinks that skipping out this very important event for his best friend, what do you think his stance on missing out our kids important events? Missing ballet recitals? Or missing rugby matches?”

“You know he won’t do that.”

(Y/N) shrugged and looked at Steve sadly. “I don’t think I know him anymore.” She picked up her clutch, “I’ll see you and the group at the museum, okay?”

“Where are you going?”

“To find Bucky and tell him exactly what I’ve been thinking and feeling since he started treating me like nothing.”


act four

Throughout the whole car ride to Bucky, (Y/N) thought about what she was going to say him. What would happen if she confronted him? Would they be able to sort out through their problems, or would they break up?

“Ma’am, we’re here.”

She nodded to her driver and opened the door. As she looked up at the tall, lit building she could feel her heart in her mouth. As much as she wanted to turn back and let him continue whatever he was doing, she knew that deep down inside her that she needed to do this for her, him and their relationship.

She opened the door to his office at the Tower hesitantly,when she stepped inside her search came to a halt as there was no one there. (Y/N) furrowed her brows. Where the hell was he? She was about to turn back when she saw a single red rose on his chestnut table. Moving forward she looked at the rose curiously, beneath it sat a small note with Bucky’s familiar writing.

Roof

(Y/N) made a face and wondered why he wanted her to come up to the roof. Thinking nothing of it, she picked up the rose and started walking towards the lift.


After walking a flight of stairs, she finally reached the door to the roof, opening it she was met with petals of pink and red roses on the floor. She looked around and saw candles lit around everywhere. In the middle of the roof, a paper circled with flowers and candles. Walking to towards it, she bent down and picked up the card.

The Final Play: The (Y/L/N)

First Step: Meet the perfect girl. Perfect girl meaning (Y/N). Perfect girl meaning she will shout at you when you fuck up, anger you, love you more than anything. The girl who will look after you during the night when you scream in fear, when you don’t want to talk so she just holds you and whispers comforting words.

Second Step: Make a complete arse out of yourself e.g. when you tried to ask her out romantically which ended up accidentally setting both of yourselves on fire and you tripping over and accidentally smacking your head against her nose.

Third Step: Realise something very important.

Fourth Step: Conduct an elaborate plan that will take over two months to put together.

Fifth Step: Start preparing everything. Spend a lot of time at ‘work’ -work meaning that you’re calling every flower shop so you can have more than enough roses.

Sixth Step: She’s going to go bonkers, so be wary. You know that she’s going to doubt your relationship and it’s going to kill you both but hopefully this is worth it.

Seventh Step: She’s going to confide in Steve and Sam. Steve’s going to yell at you, probably punch you, Sam’s just going to be passive around you…or throw things at you. When Steve comes to you, let him tell you what (Y/N) told him. After Steve berating you and him giving you the look, show him the plan.

Eight Step: Deliberately miss out Steve’s event -make sure that he tells (Y/N) this. Tell Steve to tell her that you’re at work looking over some files…or something. She arrives at the Tower and she can’t find me and then she sees the note.

Ninth Step: Make her go to the roof.

Tenth Step: Be prepared, but you’re always prepared with her so it’s okay. This is it buddy, you’re spending the rest of your life with the soulmate you thought that would never come to you, but here she is standing in one of the most important places in your relationship, reading the stupid romantic plan that you made.

“Cliche, I know.”

At Bucky’s voice she looked up from reading, barely noticing that there were tears in her eyes.

“What is all this?”

“Do you remember what happened on this roof?”

(Y/N) racked her brain, trying to remember what exactly happened when they first met each other on this roof.

“I do. I remember vividly.” Bucky placed his hands into his pocket, rocked back and forth and smiled boyishly at her. “You came up here after Tony introduced you to everyone. You were trying to escape Pietro and I was trying to escape the crowd. You talked to me like I was a normal person, that I wasn’t Bucky or the fact that I was the Winter Soldier.”

Bucky slowly walked up to her, “I fell in love with you that first day. You were brilliant, you were passionate. As you stood there giving me these weird facts and imitating everyone down at the party, I could see our future in my mind. In that moment, I swore to myself that I would marry you.” He nodded towards the paper.

She looked at it and turned it over.

Final Step: Hope that she says yes.

“I’m so sorry that I made you doubt everything that we had together but I needed to do this. To prove to you just how much I love you, in some fucked up way I needed to do this. But this is the last time I will ever lie to you, unless you want me to lie to you.”

(Y/N) looked away from the paper and looked back to Bucky who was now down on one knee on the ground.

“You’re my soulmate. The person that I didn’t know that I was looking for until I found you. You’re what made my life everything that it is, you made it matter. I wasn’t the Winter Soldier, I wasn’t the cavalier Bucky, I was James. I was me. You’re my best friend.” (Y/N) sniffled at his Bucky continued his speech.

“There are two things in this world that I’m completely certain of: I know that we belong together, and that you are the love of my life and soulmate.” Bucky smiled and opened the the box. “So (Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you do the honor of marrying me?”

She let out a soft sob and moved forwards to him, “Yes! Yes!” She cried happily as he smiled widely at her. Picking her up and twirling her around, he realised that one of his favourite sounds in the world was her giggling.

He placed her down and placed the ring on her finger. Bucky kissed her once. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she mumbled against his lips. (Y/N) pulled back and gave him a cheeky grin, “You know you’re certain of three things.”

“What?”

“You said love of my life and soul mate. That’s two things.”

Bucky shrugged, “You’re both. There’s no one else for me.”

As he wrapped his arms around her again, the ring he gave her glittering on her left ring finger, Bucky couldn’t help but feel complete.


act five

They live happily ever after…well not really, not in the conventional rom-com way. They fight, they shout at each other. Has often either slept on Steve’s couch, or grabbed a hotel room. But they always manage to go back to each other because that’s what soulmates are. You fight until you’re red but you come back to each other because you can’t stand being mad at them. They were the happiest with each other more than any other could make them.

Be My ♥ Color

a/n: be more chill x soulmate au. :o its a prologue just to test the waters but I’m stoked. if you wanna be tagged in the series letmeknow.kbyethanx.
summary: Jeremy Heere never knew he missed something until he realized he was living a world not only devoid of colors but of a soulmate. After a terrible incident he’s found himself chasing after colors he wants; and realizing there are some colors he needs as well.
sincerely tagging: @hell-yes-puns-and-ships for being the best beta ever <3 ilysm
warning: pantless Mr. Heere; near drowning incident
w/c: 3239K

Menu Screen → 00


“Dad.”

“Yes, Son?”

Jeremy looked over at his father who was making a turn signal with his hand as they approached the exit to Jeremy’s high school. “Why…why are you doing this?” He stared blankly at the building coming into view. The grey letters that spelled out ‘Middleborough’ against an even greyer brick background. The perks of only seeing in the spectrum that was devoid of color…the school matched the way Jeremy felt.

Mr. Heere shrugged a little not noticing for a second his son’s deadpanned expression. “You missed your bus, I mean I kept calling you up but you were in your room with the door locked, and the lights off, I’m pretty sure you were at your desk too since you dropped your lotion bottle on the—“

“Ah ok, Dad, I mean why are you driving me to school…WITHOUT ANY PANTS!” 

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Chapter Two: Our First Everything

Lafayette x Reader 

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

Note: Okay so I have to mention a couple of things, firstly I had to give Lafayette glasses because I can’t stop thinking about how cute Daveed looks in his glasses lately and I don’t know why and secondly I borrowed @writeyourwayoutofhell head cannons of what Lafayette is like when he sleeps. Also this basically has no plot it’s just cute moments and stuff between Lafayette and the reader? Like getting coffee when they first meet, the reader meeting his friends stuff like that. 

Disclaimer: I don’t speak french more than the basics so all my French comes from google translate. I apologize if it’s dreadful.

Warnings: Swearing, Implied smut (I was too lazy to actually write the smut)

Word Count: 2,192

Tagged: @ pearltheartist 

Originally posted by mirandasdaughter

Y/N grew up learning French, determined to learn it when she found out that her soulmate tattoo was written in French. She took French all through school, even when all her friends dropped the subject she stuck with it. She had to learn, had to be able to speak to her soulmate when she met them. Whoever they were.


Hercules stops a few steps ahead and looks back to see what’s keep Lafayette, he frowns when he notices his friend frozen staring at the girl. He comes to stand next to Lafayette and waves his hand in front of his friends face.

“Laf? Helloooo you okay there?” Hercules asks until he notices that his friend and the mystery girl are staring at each other’s exposed forearms. “Oh! Oh shit okay well, I’m gonna go and meet Alex and John you two stay here and get to know each other. Have fun buddy” Hercules pats Lafayette on the shoulder before heading off down the street.

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بيغي يجد رفيقها (Peggy Finds her Soulmate)

Y’ALL I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER I’VE BEEN SUPER PREOCCUPIED WITH REWRITING MTB

but it’s finally here - the story of Peggy and her soulmate (or… part of it :D) in the Meant to Be universe. just fyi, it takes place like a month after chapter 19 of mtb.

w/c: 2953

a huge shout-out to @limpblotter for beta-ing <3

MAKE SURE TO READ -THIS- FIRST…. enjoy :D


“Hello.”

Marhabaan,” Peggy said confidently.

“My name is.”

Aismi.”

“Good,” Angelica smiled. “We got through the first page!”

Peggy grinned, clapping her hands together excitedly. “How’s my pronunciation?”

“How would I know?” Angelica shrugged, flipping to the next comically small page in the pocket-sized “Learn Arabic” book and furrowing her brow.

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I am what I feel

Chapter 13  (Find the other chapters here)

I know I can’t keep you but I want you close

I’m late but hey I managed anyway and that’s something right? Anyway I hope you guys like this chapter

There’s something inherently weird about being a couple,about the way you walk close to each other, always touching somehow,about the way you say hi and goodbye with a small kiss and how you send each other good and night and good morning texts, about the way you kiss hi and goodbye and whenever you want basically. And Luna loves it.

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Stuck With Me - Part 5

Catch Up Here

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

Sam x Reader

Words: 1,055

A/N: Hey pals! Here’s Part 5. I really appreciate the love so far. As always thanks to wife @impala-dreamer for the read through. Hope you like this part. We’re like half way through! Yikes.

Side note in my brain space this part takes part like 4 months or so after the end of Part 4 so apparently breakfast went well.

~

“I’m sorry Sam. That’s all I know.”

Cas had been digging ever since the boys had told him about the dreams. All he knew for sure was that they were fated to be together. No reasons so far. It was making everyone a little twitchy.

At this point though, there was no going back. Even if there was a choice to be made, Sam wouldn’t be able to give her up; Dean either for that matter. Y/N was a permanent fixture in their family now. Something Sam always thought was possible. It was a very remote possibility sure, but still possible.

“Hey, Cas it’s ok buddy. You’re doing everything you can. We’re just stressed from the hunt.”

“Ha! More like loverboy here is extra touchy being away from his girl.”

Sam didn’t even try a rebuttal. It was true. Ridiculous, and so chick flicky, but true. Dean did get an eyeroll though, because-Dean.

When his phone buzzed moments later he didn’t even need to look. He knew it was her.

“Hey! So weirdest thing happened today.”

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Colorless | 01

Summary: The world is split in two, there are the colorless, and then there are the gifted, as in gifted with the sight of colors. Apparently, once you find your soulmate, when you really accept him or her, or when you finally realize that it’s true love, the colorless are supposed to be able to see color.

Genre: Soulmate!AU

Member: Namjoon x reader

Word Count: 2,770

Author’s Note: Hey guys, so I’m a bit upset right now. I planned on having a new Between Worlds chapter out a couple of nights ago, and I was super sure that I put it in my queue, but nothing. It never uploaded and it’s nowhere to be found and I wrote the chapter on my brother’s laptop which he apparently deleted so now I’m stuck with absolutely nothing, I have to start chapter four COMPLETELY from scratch. I dunno, and I felt really bad and sad and just overall disappointed so I thought of making a short oneshot soulmate series for all the members, but please be patient because honestly, I have a hard time writing for other members, so I’ll be making them in order from who I have the hardest time writing about to the easiest . huhuhu sorry, but I’m gonna work on maybe Jin’s or J-Hope’s after I get at least 4 pages done on my 40 page term paper in Labor Economics, LOL school first. BTW, has anyone ever noticed how blessed Namjoon was by puberty? 

Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Namjoon | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

“Namjoon was just the new student assistant at the library, so why does he keep giving you books on flowers?” 

You sat in class staring out the window watching the class next door playing PE. They ran around as mud splashed their clothes disgusted by the brown mess they were making. You looked at the girl sitting next you you who sighed dreamily at your teacher.

You poked her shoulder, “Yah, are you actually attracted to him?” You looked at the teacher who you admit was handsome, he had platinum blonde hair, how he got away with it was beyond you, and he looked a few years older than you, he just was not someone who was worth getting in trouble over.

The girl next to you quickly regains her composure and clears her throat, “he’s kind of nice isn’t he? He tells really funny jokes.” She giggles probably remembering one of them.

And you think back on those jokes, and no, they really weren’t funny, cheesy maybe or perfect for someone like your father. The sound of the school bells catches your attention and has you jumping up to stand before the teacher could even dismiss you. You grab your bag and start making your way out the door, giving a playful salute to Mr. Kim on your way out.

“Thanks for that lesson on Julius Caesar Mr. Kim! I guess you could say he wanted to rule over Rome TOGA-ther with Cleopatra!” You heard the girl behind you make a joke that instantly brought Mr. Kim’s laugh; something that may have sounded forced but was not, it really sounded like a windshield wiper.

You took your time walking through the corridor, having to wait after school for your mom to pick you up, turning corners you had memorized from spending so many days there after school, and then you stop in front of two large doors, the library.

You walk in without hesitation and a huge grin on your face with squinted eyes, “Hey Mrs. Lee! I hope you don’t mind, not like you’ve minded before but I’ll be staying here agai-” you settled your elbows on the librarians table counter and put your head in your hands only to come face to face with a blonde haired, blank faced boy who stared right back at you, blinking slowly.

You stared at him, seeing the grey outline around his iris, he was a colorless, you shake your head, “Sorry, uh, I thought it was just Mrs. Lee today. I shouldn’t be any trouble; I only stay for an hour or two, three max.”

He blinks a few more times at you, simply looking away and waving you off, “It’s fine, my name is Kim Namjoon, and before you ask, no I’m not related to Mr. Kim, I just transferred here.”

You start walking away, “You’ll like it here.” You find the familiar seat right next to the large Non-Fiction collection and you grab a random book, getting started on the first chapter.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward, seeing as all Namjoon did the first hour was stand around the librarian’s table, you looked around and realized he still had a lot of books he needed to get sorted and if he stayed there the whole time, he would stay here until night time.

“Hey.” You instantly catch his attention, “I don’t know if you know this or not, but Mrs. Lee usually organizes the book since almost nobody comes in here.”

“But what if someone comes in?”

You laugh out loud suddenly at his comment earning a confused look from Namjoon, “I’m not being rude or anything, but I swear, almost nobody ever comes here. And if anybody does, they’ll ring the little bell on the table.” He looked at you unsure, “If you’re really that worried, I could even help you and call you when somebody does come in.” You give him a wink.

He doesn’t answer but simply walks away from the table, pushing one of many book carts along with him. He doesn’t say much, but you come to realize that he must not be too strict when you find him rapping along to a song while organized the books, and that’s how the rest of the time is spent; listening to Namjoon rap while pretending to read.

The days following that week, he wasn’t there, but come Wednesday after that week, you come face to face with him once again. Except, this time, he had a yellow book clutched tightly in his hand.

“Wow, alone once again. Mrs. Lee must trust you with her precious books.” You laugh.

“Here.” He slides the book your way.

You stare at the book in confusion, “I wasn’t reading this though.”

“I know.” He steps away from the table and continues on with organizing the books.

You slowly take your seat and look around finding he was too far to see what you were doing, so you opened the book and found that it was a book on Acacias, that and Namjoon had already stamped a return date on it, for next Thursday. You tilted your head and swayed it from left to right, trying to figure out what Namjoon was doing. So instead of reading like you had planned, you spent the entire time watching Namjoon, while unknown to you, he smiled slyly to himself. You realize that day that Namjoon was really tall. Two months pass by with that routine of yours, Namjoon hands you a book he borrowed in your name, and you sit around pretending to read while secretly watching him.

The following week, on Tuesday, you don’t forget the book he borrowed in your name, you didn’t exactly read it, but you did keep it tucked away in your backpack, not letting anyone see it or get it dirty.

You walk in the library straight to the librarian’s table with the book tightly clutched in your arms. “Hi Namjoon, I wanted to ask why you gave this to me- oh, another one? Okay.” You’re caught off guard when he shoves another book in your arms after grabbing the yellow book he’d given you from last week, today; you notice his dimples while he smiled at your confused face.

You looked down at the book; the cover was red with gold lettering on the front, “A History on Tulips?” You looked at Namjoon unsurely, “Let me guess, I’ll be returning it next week?”

The following week, Namjoon wasn’t there, instead, it was Mrs. Lee, who greeted you with a dark red book with the word CARNATIONS on the front, “He asked me to give you this, because he has tutoring today.” She smiled kindly at you.

You smiled back and you turned, only to turn back around and look at her, “Sorry, but do you know which room he’s in?”

She looked at you for a second and rummaged through her table pulling out what looked like a post-it, she squinted as she tried to read the messy handwriting, “I believe this says 227”

“Thanks Mrs. Lee!” You give her a wave and you start running, scanning the room number you pass by on the second floor.

When you get to 227, you’re panting and your feet are throbbing from running so much but that doesn’t stop you from scanning the students sitting on the chairs, you furrow your eyebrows when you realize Namjoon isn’t there, but instead, it’s filled with a bunch of fourth years, you spot Yoongi dozing off and Hoseok sticking notes on Yoongi’s back. You take a deep breath, realizing Namjoon’s probably just running late and hold the doorknob, when you find the courage to open the door; everyone’s already looking at you.

You bow quickly and state loudly, “I was hoping to get some advanced lessons!”

The room is dead quiet but a single voice has you opening your mouth like a fish, “Okay, just take whatever seat, the topic today is thermodynamics.”

Apparently, contrary to what you believed, Namjoon wasn’t taking tutoring classes, he was giving them, and that’s how you found yourself sitting in a three hour session staring at Kim Namjoon as he talked about what he called laws of Thermodynamics. When the class was over, you got up stretching only to be patted on the shoulder by Yoongi.

“Don’t get yourself into situations you can’t get yourself out of kid.” He chuckled.

You instantly blushed at Yoongi, who was ever the observant one, “So, what are you doing in a senior tutoring class?” You heard the smile in his voice.

“I just- I was going to- I wanted to ask you about late return fees because I might not be here to return these next week.” You quickly make up an excuse, why did you come here?

“Well it’s the same fees that are posted up on the front door; you must’ve seen it before right?” He laughed, “Is your mom pocking you up again?”

You look up at him and shake your head completely at loss for words.

“Great, let’s go, I’ll walk you home.” He grabbed your bag and books, taking a second to look at the book he’d borrowed for you with a smile.

The walk home wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t one filled with conversation either. You stared at your bag, the one filled with books and the one currently being carried by one Kim Namjoon.

“I can carry that, it’s kind of heav-”

“Exactly, it is heavy, so I mist imagine you’ve been carrying it all day. I can do it.” He slapped your hand away lightly.

“I didn’t know you were a senior.” You looked up at him, “I-I mean you have the height of one but seniors don’t really help out at the library, since they have more things to worry about than overdue library books.”

He chuckled and stared at the ground, “I’m not.” He looked over at you, “I’m a junior just like you.”

He kept staring which had you turning red and looking away, “So why are you tutoring a bunch of seniors on thermodynamics?”

“And Trigonometry and basic Calculus.” He stated in a matter of factly voice.

“What?”

“I’m tutoring seniors in Thermodynamics, Trigonometry and basic Calculus.” He corrected.

“Oh, you must be pretty smart then.” You try to make small talk, “Your eyes. I mean, if it’s not a sensitive topic, you’re colorless right?”

He looks at you quietly and blinking his eyes, “It’s not and I am.”

“How is it? I read a few books on it, but it’s probably not as detailed coming from someone who’s actually explaining it.”

He started to walk slowly, “It’s kind of dull actually. You wake up to grey and you go to sleep to grey and every time you see someone you find yourself attracted to, it’s like you’re just wishing for color to explode right before your eyes. But it doesn’t and that’s just soul wrenching.” He looks at your worried face, “But I’ve come to find life has gotten tremendously brighter lately.”

“This is my stop.” You smile at him, “Thanks for walking me home.”

He scratches the back of his head, “Thanks for letting me.” He lets out a nervous laugh and hands you your bag and books, “Be sure to bring that on Monday next week.” He points at the book.

“Will do. Bye Namjoon.” You stare at his retreating figure, which to your surprise, hasn’t turned back around to walk the right way, he continues waving until he hits the mailbox and completely topples over it quickly standing back up and running back from where you had just come from.

You realize that day that Namjoon was practically a genius and he was clumsy, but in a cute way, definitely cute.

Monday the following week rolls around but you find yourself sick, so you lay in bed all day texting your classmates for the homework, they said they’d bring it over, but it’s already past 7 and they’re lack of presence has you doubting on whether they even remembered. 

“Aren’t you just the handsomest thing!?” You hear your mother’s shrill voice coo at an unknown person making you sit up.

“Honey! I’m opening the door!” She calls out and all you do is cough in response.

You expected to find Changkyun, or maybe even Hanbin if she called him handsome, but to your surprise, it was Namjoon, carrying all the books he’d borrowed in your name the past few months and a stack of papers, which was probably your homework.

“Hi.” You stared at him with wide eyes.

“I dropped by your class to pick up your homework since I heard from Mr. Kim that you were out sick, and I even brought a few books for you to read.” He said sheepishly.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Your mother squealed at you two giving you a wink that had your face heating up despite the chills you were currently experiencing.

“Thanks for the homework.” You laugh, “I thought my classmates forgot about me.”

He settles on the chair near you study table after placing the books near your bed, “I saw them on my way to see you so I just insisted that I’d take it to you instead.” He fiddles with the rubics cube on the desk.

“I already borrowed a bunch of these books.”

He quickly stands up and looks at the books, “Here. You haven’t borrowed this one.” He hands you the deep red cover with the title, “Roses, the flowers of love”

“Thanks.” You look at the books, “You know I haven’t actually read any of these right?” You laugh.

“Yeah, so you better get started, they’re all due next week.” He hands you another book, “Here, this might help you understand why I’ve been giving you books.” You looked at the cover and realize it’s a book on Flowers and their meaning.

You furrow your eyebrows but still smile shyly at him, “Why do you borrow books for me? Especially since you know I don’t read them.”

He slowly looks up at you, “Well I know you don’t read them, but I at least expected you to skim them.” He laughs, “But you didn’t so that’s why I came here with all these books.

He goes to the first one, and opens it up, "Yellow Acacias mean concealed love.” He takes out a flattened yellow acacia, handing it to you. You blindly take it staring at him in utter shock.

He takes the second book, the one on tulips and takes out the tulip with the corresponding color, and so on with the rest.

“And finally.” He takes the book on roses and opens it taking out the deep red rose flattened by the pages, “A red Rose means passionate love. The most cliché and utterly cheesy flower that there is.” He looks at your shocked face and laughs, “Here, go ahead that take this.” He hands you the rose.

By this time, your hands were filled with a bouquet of flattened flowers of all different colors and kind with only one meaning.

Love

“H-h-how?” You find the voice the speak, but it’s only a whimper of a question.

“When I saw you that day in the library when I first started there, it was as if all this color exploded right before my eyes, and then I realized, it was you.” You continued to stare dumbfounded at him, “Your hair was a mess probably from running your hands over it so many times, your eyes were bright as if you were somewhere far away in that library, and even though most people would say you looked like a mess that day, to me you looked absolutely beautiful, especially because your eyes glowed a little brown instead of the usual black I saw and your lips were red from biting them so much, and all that there was, was you.” He sat on the bed near your feet.

“I don’t know how I lasted so long without you.” He whispered before he leaned in and kissed you.

Even though you could see all these colors, when he kissed you, it’s like everything exploded all over, as if you finally understood everything Namjoon had been telling you for weeks.

You rested you forehead on his and smiled, “I love you too, Namjoon.”

“I’m pretty sure you can get a special student assistant extension on these books’ due dates.” He joked.

Come the following week, you couldn’t exactly put your classmates in their places when they started teasing you about Namjoon, especially when he picked you up from class to take you to the library, all you could do was take his hand and be led to the very room you first fell in love, you couldn’t exactly complain, and even if you could, you didn’t want to.

julia-sh17  asked:

Such a beautiful song! Wake up every morning with you in my bed That's precisely what I plan to do

Waking up with you-Sanvers

Alex Danvers has devoted her entire life protecting her kid sister, fulfilling her mother’s expectations, being perfect. Until she met Maggie Sawyer.
Alex Danvers has never thought that she will one day find the love of her life, her soulmate since high school.
Not until she met this woman, not until Maggir Sawyer.

Maggie Sawyer has spent her entire life being on her own, convincing herself there’s no big deal to be alone, it’s okay to not settle down with someone.
Maggie Sawyer has never thought that she will be able to find a home, a family again since 14 years old.
Not until she met this woman, not until Alex Danvers.

But now, Alex is watching Maggie sleep peacefully, her arms wrapped around Maggie’s middle, their legs tangling under the blanket. The sun dances through the curtains and lands on Maggie’s face. She’s so beautiful, Alex thinks. She can’t bring herself out of the bed for her usual morning run. She can’t bring herself to risk waking up her love in her arms. She can’t bring herself away from this warm feeling she’s still getting used to.
Maggie’s eyes crack open slowly as she wakes. Meeting Alex’s soft gaze, she smile softly.
“Morning babe” her voice still thick with sleep, but full of love.
“Morning beautiful sleep head” Alex replies, leaning down to press a kiss on Maggie’s forehead.
“Didn’t you go for your run?” It’s unusual for Alex to stay in the bed till this time.
“Don’t want to leave you cold and alone in the bed sleeping”
“Awww, how sweet of you” Maggie teases.
“Waking up with you in my bed? This is precisely what I plan to do in the coming days. Probably for a long time” Alex says while tightening her arms around Maggie.
Maggie grins, flashing her signature dimples. Leaning into Alex, Maggie capture her lips and give her girlfriend a sweet kiss, ignoring the fact that they both haven’t brush their teeth yet.
“I love you, Alex Danvers, I love you so damn much”
“I love you, Maggie Sawyer, as much as you love me”

Elephants (Taehyung x Reader, pt 3)

a/n: as if it didn’t take me long enough.

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“I don’t know how this works.”

You furrow your brow at him.

“Not like I know how this works any more than you do. Are we just,” you fumble for words. “Are we just supposed to like, already date now? Am I supposed to be suddenly in love with you?”

Taehyung shrugs.

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Soul Bruise (Conor AU Request)

“Heyyy beautiful” Jack grins jokingly when he walks out of his room.
The pair of you had been best friends since high school and had been inseparable since your first meeting really. Now, you lived with him, his older brother Conor and his good friend Josh. Both of which had become close friends of yours too.
However, something was a little different about your lives to what was seen as the norm. For years now, scientists had battled to understand why children began to be born with bruises. Over two hundred years now. Though, these weren’t just normal bruises. They were all individual. Except when you met your soulmate. And then you would realise that your bruises matched, and there was nothing to do about it.
Your bruise was on the inside of your right ankle. It looked like a sideways horseshoe, or like a C. And to this day, you didn’t like to show anybody. It scared you that your soulmate had already been chosen for you. That you didn’t have to choice to find out who you fell in love with.
Plenty of people had decided that you and Jack would be perfect together. Though, you knew it wouldn’t be true because his bruise was on his hip. You two were just best friends.
“Hellooo?” He waves in front of you and sits down on the couch.
“Oh sorry” You shake your head.
“What you thinking about?”
“Just” You pause as you press your fingers against the bruise on your ankle, “Does it not scare you? That somewhere out there is a girl with your exact same bruise on her hip, just waiting to find you”
“Of course it does, but there’s nothing we can do to change that” Jack comments, “Its how its meant to go and we have to accept that”
“But what if we’ve already met them? What if they’re literally just around the corner or they served you at Nandos one time?” You question, “What if they’re someone we’ve known for ages?”
And just as you say that, Conor walks into the room, singing along to any random song he had become obsessed with that week.
“Hey guys” He smiles and takes out his earphones, “What you talking about?”
“Soulmates” Jack sighs, “(y/n) comes up with theories every other day”
“What can we do about it? It’s fate” Conor repeats what his brother had told you and sits down.
“How does it not scare you?!” You exclaim.
“no, because there’s nothing we can do” Conor points out
“Oh Conor if we want to film today we should probably do it now” Jack comments, brushing past the topic.
They both agree and head off to Jack’s room. It annoyed you sometimes that they didn’t feel the same way you did about these bruises. You always got distracted by them. Seeing anyone in the street and wondering whether they were the one. Wondering whether you would ever know. Seeing who Jack would end up with. Would you like them? Would they really be good enough for him? And they were the same thoughts that buzzed through your brain all the time…
~~~Time Skip~~~
“Still thinking?” Conor asks when he walks back in over an hour later.
“No” You roll your eyes, even if it was true.
Conor smirks and sits down beside you, “I think I lied to you earlier”
You frown and sit up more, wanting to know exactly what he would say.
“It terrifies me” He admits, “Thinking that such an important part of my future is already meant to be planned for me”
“really?” You raise your brows.
“Of course. How can we ever find out? I mean what if my soulmate is living in America but I’ll never actually know that its her. What if I never meet her? Or what if I’ve known her ages and I’ve never even considered it”
You two stay silent for a while. Neither of you knowing what to say.
“Can I see yours?” You finally mumble.
“My bruise?” He asks and you nod in response.
He lifts the material of his jeans from his right ankle and you already feel a lump form in your throat. And then you see it. On the inside of his leg, a sideways horseshoe. A C.
“I always figured its why my parents called me Conor” He chuckles, brushing the pad of his thumb over the purple shape.
You can’t fathom what words to say. Did this mean Conor was your soulmate? How was that possible? Part of you wanted to pinch yourself simply to stop this dream. Except this was nothing less than reality. And that terrified you more than not knowing ever could.
“What’s wrong?” Conor frowns and you seem to look at him in a new way. You noticed the sparkle from the night sky that reflected from his eye. You noticed the small mole beneath it and the freckles that dotted the sides of his cheeks. You saw the pink of his lips and the shape of his jaw.
And subconsciously, you feel yourself lifting your jeans up from your ankle to show the mirrored bruise.
You notice Conor’s reaction match yours too.
“I…” You begin but with no attempt to finish that sentence.
His eyes fixate on yours and slowly but surely he leans in, making sure you felt just as comfortable. And his lips meet yours. Like two pieces of a puzzle. His hand frames your face perfectly. All of a sudden, you realised this felt right. That maybe that science was right. And maybe having your future planned was okay if it meant you two were together. And maybe these bruises were on you for a reason after all. And that reason was okay…
“Con-” Jack begins quietly but stops when he see the pair of you.
Neither of you hear him but his confusion stops when he sees your legs. And part of him too, knows that it was right. That all of those moments he had witnessed weren’t just you two messing around. They were you two slowly realising you loved each other but neither of you really knowing.
And he left that lounge with a smile on his face, knowing his best friends mystery had finally been solved.

Hey cuties! Here’s an updated list of my works as of today (August 13th, 2015) along with a few important notes.

I’m currently working on only five of my multi-chapters. That means I’ll update these five more often than the remaining. Nevertheless, the others aren’t at all forgotten. I’ll post a chapter once in a while. There are a few surprises coming your way, just so you know…

Aside from the occasional one-shot I feel like writing, I’m also a member of the writing army for stydia-fanfiction, so expect new one-shots from time to time. It also applies to the birthday page I created. For those of you who want to join my birthday list and who ask for a drabble, you’ll get one on your birthday. How neat is that? Find out more about it here :)

On another note, I wrote a PSA. If you haven’t yet, please check it out. It might help you understand why I can’t update sooner, the way you and I both would like me to. I appreciate you taking the time to do so.

When reading a fic, please review. Preferably always if you can. It means so much to us writers when you give us feedback, even if it’s just a sentence. It keeps us going. I’m always open to constructive criticism because as I see it, it makes me a better writer. I won’t complain if I get a compliment either :p

You can send me suggestions or ideas for any of my on-going fics but requests for new ones are, for now, not being accepted - my mind is far too creative as it is already. If I get them I’ll save them, don’t worry, but I might not work on them anytime soon, so watch out for that.

Feel free to come to my ask box and talk to me about Stydia or Teen Wolf or vent about whatever. You can also find me on twitter - I’m over there most of the time so follow me and DM me there if you want. I’ll be posting teases for my upcoming updates both on twitter and on tumblr the same way I’ve been doing as of late.

Okay, I’m done rambling! Here’s my list of Stydia fics. Stydia is endgame

Stydia One-shots:

A Christmas dare - She had it all figured out. She was going to kiss him and he was going to kiss her back. She’d tell him it was a dare and they’d pretend everything was the same and their friendship would still be intact, as they always seem to do. She thought of all possible scenarios. What she definitely did not consider was that Stiles wouldn’t want to kiss her back.

Friendship goes a long way - Lydia and Stiles become friends with benefits. How long will it take them to act on their feelings towards each other?

I’m your idiot - Stiles and Lydia get stuck in an elevator. Arguing, one lets out a confession the other is not expecting to hear.

Blundering quarrels - For the prompt: Stiles and Lydia are moving in together and they start to fight about little things and Lydia ends up making Stiles sleep in the couch. But when the night comes she can’t sleep alone in the bed and, in the middle of the night, she goes to the couch and sleeps with him there.

Bluff - When Lydia has to stay with the Stilinski’s for safety reasons Stiles and Lydia soon realize it’s not so easy being under the same roof, especially when their shower schedules conflict.

Not falling short of loveLydia starts wearing flats and Stiles teases her about it.

AmenityStiles and Lydia find comfort in each other after too many loved ones are lost over the years between friends and family, particularly after Lydia loses her mother and Stiles his father.

Ease my pain -  Scott, Stiles, Kira and Lydia get together to remember Allison on the first anniversary of her death. Post S4.

Orange and blue, orange and blue everywhere -  Lydia surprises Stiles on his birthday morning.

A knight in shining armor -  While trying to save Lydia from Eichen House, Stiles is kidnapped. Beaten up, Stiles fights his best to stay conscious for long enough to save his strawberry blonde.

The five multi-chapters I’m currently working on:

Mysterious ways - Things have been quiet in Beacon Hills for a few weeks now. The pack decides to take some time off from all things supernatural in hopes to get a certain duo back together, only things don’t go exactly according to plan… Post S4.

Know better - Lydia is a single mom and has to move miles away to escape her abusive ex-husband. In a new city, her life changes completely when she meets Stiles, a single, funny, hardworking and very, very handsome, but also very tortured man. Stydia AU.

I see you - She has never been kissed. He got expelled from his last school for sleeping with one of his teachers. What happens when they meet? Stydia AU.

The ways of our love - Lydia left to spend the summer in France and comes back home to find Stuart, someone who’s not Stiles but is exactly like him. Trying to aid the boy find out why he’s in Beacon Hills with the help of rest of the Pack, relationships and emotions will come to surface, especially for Stiles, who was the one to send Lydia away. Post S3. Canon divergence.

As fate would have it -  Lydia and Stiles have been sharing an apartment for two years when Lydia is invited to her cousin Jade’s wedding. (Not so) Accidentally, Jade is told that Lydia will be taking her boyfriend as a plus one, but truth is Lydia is actually single. The duty of having to pretend he’s dating Lydia falls, of course, on Stiles, but as it turns out pretending isn’t really that hard. Post S4.

The other multi-chapters that are, for now, on a semi-hiatus but that you still might want to take a look at:

Not a Valentine’s date - Malia breaks up with Stiles a few weeks before Valentine’s Day and Stiles turns to Lydia for comfort. As they grow closer, he calls her out on her feelings.

Anything After a heated game of “Seven minutes in heaven”, Stiles stoods Lydia up. Even if they hadn’t met until that game, Lydia starts questioning her life choices. Stydia AU.

Inseverable tiesMalia and Stiles are dating when the girl accidentally finds out that her boyfriend used to have a crush on Lydia. Angry, Malia confronts the redhead and ends up hurting her. Lydia, who was not aware that her own feelings for Stiles were so obvious, decides to distance herself from him not to cause more trouble but Stiles, of course, notices that something is wrong.

Unconditional love -  Neia, a friend of the Hales, is threatened by a vicious pack and has to leave BH immediately. Afraid for the safety of her baby and at Derek’s instructions, the child is left at the Sheriff’s doorstep. Unable to reach Derek to ask for an explanation, the pack will have to adjust to their new reality and care for the baby while Neia is away. Will they be able to keep the child safe? Post S3A. Canon divergence.

Everlasting love -  Taking a leap of faith, Stiles and Lydia start dating during senior year. Post S4.

Sentimentality - Part 1 of the “Destined flames” series -  The Martins move to Beacon Hills to start a new life after tragedy hit them. Determined to start senior year focusing on nothing but her grades, Lydia soon learns that things might not go as planned when, in her first day in high school, she literally bumps into her soulmate, making everything in her life come into perspective in ways she never imagined. Soulmate AU.

Wise words -  Stiles finds himself lost, disoriented, confused and worried for his family’s future when someone close to him dies. The traumatic event leads him to meet Lydia, a force of nature he could have never seen coming, someone who helps him get back up in the most unexpected ways. Stydia AU.

Blatant lies - Stiles and Lydia pretend to be a couple for the sake of a mission.

Repeat - For the pompt: Lydia starts becoming more and more depressed after 4x09 and tries calling the pack, but they were all busy, which leads her to breakdown. Eventually Stiles gets ahold of her and she doesn’t sound like herself. The pack then races to find her.

For now, it is all. Please, please take my initial ramblings into consideration. I would be most grateful (✿◠‿◠)

Thank you so much for sticking with me, being patient and following my works. Know that I honestly love you with all my heart 💕

Christmas Lights

It had been a while since the last time I saw my family. It wasn’t exactly my choice but maybe it was my fault. 
I had left my country, my family, “my home” as they said. But in reality I had left the place that held me back, to find my dreams, to find a place where I felt like I belonged to, to find my real home.

I think they never expected me to actually find that something I was looking for overseas and it surprised them that much when they finally found the reason of their daughter’s happiness that they stopped calling. They thought I was being delusional, childish, foolish, that it was just the spur of the moment. But they were wrong. Yes he had taken me by surprise, yes I would normally not let myself fall so fast for someone, but he was different. 

The moment I first saw him, under the Christmas lights that decorated the streets of the lovely neighborhood I was living at, I knew he was the one. It felt as if he had been waiting for me his whole life, it felt as if we had finally become one. Like two soulmates finding each other. 


I think that the reason why they didn’t like LuHan that much, was because he was the reason why I didn’t spend that Christmas with them. He wasn’t exactly the reason, I had already planned not come home that year, but he was the perfect excuse for me to give. “I’m meeting his parents, I can’t say no. His mother has everything prepared… I can’t” I remember saying that to my mother, explaining her that it would be rude to cancel just before the party. Still, they never forgot about that Christmas. Maybe it wasn’t exactly because I didn’t spend that Christmas with them, maybe they wouldn’t have been that upset if I had just stayed alone in my new little home, maybe it was all because LuHan. 

They didn’t know this strange man that had come to take their little girl away. They couldn’t trust me with him because the only things they knew about him were things they had googled or read in magazines. Of course they wouldn’t trust an idol, of course they thought he wasn’t serious. I get that, I know my parents, I know they worry, I know that’s normal because after all they are my parents, they will always try to protect me. But even if he wasn’t serious, even if LuHan wasn’t what they had always wished for their little daughter, I was happy, for the first time in years I was happy. And they felt he was taking me away forever.

Probably that’s why they don’t like him, because they think he will break our little family. They just feel threatened. 


“Baobei? Are you dressed? Can you help me with something?”  I heard Lu’s voice as I finished writing a letter to my parents. 
“What is it Lu-why are these suitcases here? Are those my dresses?” I came to find LuHan by the door with what seemed our luggage for a month. “Are we going somewhere?” I asked surprised, not sure what that cheerful smile meant.
“Aye… don’t worry. We are just going to visit your parents”
“WHAT?!” It had to be a joke… the only problem was that he wasn’t laughing, and knowing him he should have been laughing by now. 
“Don’t look so surprised baobei” He grabbed my shoulder, opening the front door letting the taxi driver help us with our stuff. “I don’t want my parents in law to think I’m taking their little girl away forever. We don’t want them hating on me, do we?”
“Are you serious? You… you really want to go to…”
“Yes baobei, of course! I want to prove them wrong, show them how much I love you.”
“I love you too LuHan..”
“Good, now come. Or we won’t make it to Christmas”

A/N: I really hope the anon that requested this likes it! I also took the liberty to make it Christmas themed, since it’s almost here! I hope you all like it too! xoxo, Admin A~

The Knot
endragh asked:

oh right i also had a prompt. AH OT6: one of the guys has the ability to see the red string of fate, but unknown to them they can’t see their own(they just think they don’t have one), they see that the rest of the guys have stings connecting all of them to each other and decides to help them all get into a relationship. some one else(like burnie, or barbra, or gus(sorry if i spelled any of those wrong) can all see the sting and try and get who ever has the powers with the rest of the guys.

A/N: The sad thing is that this does follow the prompt. Anyways- I know you sent me an ask telling me that I could get rid of this prompt but giving me soulmate aus and then tearing them away is taking apple juice from a baby. Only note I really have is that I didn’t go with the traditional red string of fate.

 There was a red knot in the middle of the room.

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Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 1697

Genre: Suspenseful fluff

Summary: Min Yoongi finally faces his dreams; meeting his soulmate who doesn’t exactly react the way he expects…

A/N: Hi! Just letting you know this is part two to this oneshot I wrote beforehand. I would recommend reading that before reading this part!

You hadn’t expected this. Not in the slightest. When T had been joking about scribbling down an address and your soulmate showing up, it had seemed just like that: a joke. You’d never in a million years that you would be staring across the room while a silver-haired boy glanced back at you with a marker in hand and just finishing the words ‘I found you’ across both of your left hands. You had heard about soulmates eventually writing on their bodies to meet up, but never had you intended to actually meet yours today.

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Keeping Youth (Chapter One)

Camren Kingdom/Soulmate AU where you stop aging when you turn 18 until you meet your soul mate so you can grow old together. Lauren, along with all other royalty, takes advantage of this and kills their soulmate, along with every reincarnation of them so they can live forever. The princess of another kingdom finds a way to change this, but may cause problems between the two kingdoms.

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anonymous asked:

1/2 For me the Robin Hood / Regina plotline will never be convincing for two reasons: 1) The tattoo. RH never had it in the past, and that's CANON on the show, and no amount of ret-conning will change that - so that's BS. 2) He was obviously never important or planned - if he had been they would have got the same actor locked in. He's a completely different person. WHAT A SOULMATE! *rolls eyes*. The business with his wife, Marion, is equally disgraceful. His abandoning of her to chase

2/2 some ass is, like, I don’t even know where to begin. I also find it incredibly hypocritical that people are saying Regina’s / Hoods relationship is fine. RH is basically cheating on his wife with a mistress, yet when Regina was sleeping with Graham, and they were both single, Regina was an ‘evil bitch whore’, yet Robin is a “noble soul. OMG he’s such a dish!” Also, he abandoned his wife so easily - who’s to say he wouldn’t leave Regina if it got too hard? He’s even more redundant than Hook!


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Matched Ch 2

Bellamy/Clarke

Summary: Not many people are born with their mark but then again those who are, well it’s even more unlikely to meet the one person in the world who matches.
And Bellamy’s positive he will never find his match.
His soulmate.

But Clarke is determined that everyone finds their soulmate, if only to bring some happiness to drown out all of the darkness.

CHAPTER 1 HERE

or read on ao3

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