running to a door

The Flower Soulmate Au

What if every time something tragic happens in your soulmate’s life, a flower appears on your body somewhere, and causes the same pain. Like a rose for physical pain, an arum-lily for illness, etc.

Imagine getting into a car crash. You’re okay, but the person in the other car isn’t. Suddenly, your arm has a large rose across it. You run towards the door of the other car and see piece of glass stuck in their arm while unconscious.

Imagine knowing who your soulmate is, and being at work before someone screams after getting a glance at you. When you ask what’s wrong, they simply show you a picture with a large rose across your face.

Imagine not knowing your soulmate, but you always have a jimmy weed behind your ear. You constantly get roses on your legs and arms, but they always leave unlike the jimmy weed. Imagine being at the pharmacy and someone has scars across their arms, and when their name is called, the prescription is for antidepressants.

Imagine having a large rose across your arm. It stays there forever, and never comes off no matter what you do. One day, you volunteer for veterans and meet someone with a missing arm that’s replaced. You’re in disbelief until you get pushed by accident and a large rose appears on their knee where you just so happened to be bleeding.

Imagine having a partner at war, and flowers are appearing everywhere over your body. When they return home, they have scars while you have roses.

Imagine kids falling on the playground, and other kids have roses while other have bruises.

Imagine not knowing your soulmate, but every once in awhile, roses form on your body in random places. You leave for a small diner when you hear someone rush in and sit at the end of the booth lines. You go to comfort them when you notice they have injuries, from what looks to be an abusive relationship, that mirror your flowers.

Imagine watching your soulmate get shot, and a deadly nightshade on your chest above your heart where they were shot. Imagining spending the rest of your life with the flower on your chest.

Title: Like a Nightmare

Character: Joe Merriweather

Movie: Solace

Warnings: None

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

° Joe comforting you after a bad dream. Fluff and cuddling.

This wasn’t right… It was bright, beyond so. I shielded my eyes from the light, the overly clean, antiseptic smell overbearing.

I could hear a deep yell from down the corridor. It echoed, the sounds sharp to my eardrums.

Not a single soul was around. I walked, picking up my pace the closer I got, though it seemed like the hall just keep stretching, making it endless.

It didn’t seem to stop until I was in a dead run, my bare feet slapping against the tiled floor.

Finally, I reached the door. It had a small window in it. I peeked in and much to my horror, I saw my life, my husband, Joe, on his knees, his mouth opened wide as he yelled.

He was in his blue button down, black slacks and even was wearing his bracelets, badge and gun.

I jumped as he threw his head back, yelling out as if in pain. The agony in his face broke my heart.

I pounded on the door, trying to get his attention, “Joe!”

He never once looked at me.

I tried the handle, twisting and jerking on it to get the door opened.

Abruptly his yelling stopped and the door popped open.

I stepped in and a bright light flashed. A gunshot sounded, making my ears ring. Yelling and frantic orders were being barked out.

When the light dimmed, I saw Joe slouched down against the wall, his light blue shirt covered in blood.

“Oh god, Joe!” I cried going to him.

The other people just seemed to fade away leaving just me and my husband in the dim corridor.

“Y/N, Sweetheart,” he gasped, as I knelt next to him.

Raising his bloody hand, he cupped my cheek. His warm blood cooled instantly on my cheek as his he dropped his hand.

“Joe,” I sniffled, applying pressure to his wound.

His breath was ragged and broken as he smiled at me, “I’ll be alright,”

I bursted into tears as more blood fell from the gunshot. Slowly, the light left his eyes and his chest stopped moving just as his chest rattled with his last breath.

“Joe… Joe!”

The same yelling that I heard before sounded again, fading away the colder his body got.


I screamed my husbands name, shooting up right in bed.


The sheets pooled at my waist as I shook. My body was soaked with sweat, my face wet with tears.


I jumped, when a warm hand touched my arm. Looking to my left, I saw Joe, his warm, hazel eyes tired, but full of concern.

“Baby, talk to me,” he said, softly.

“It’s uhhh, it’s nothin’, Joe. Go back to sleep,” my voice shook.

I threw the blankets off and climbed from the bed, going to the bathroom to clean myself up.

I went to close the door, but Joe stood there in his boxers, his hand keeping the door opened.

I sniffled, getting a washcloth.

He watched me as I moved around the bathroom. I was trying to busy myself, but I just couldn’t shake the feeling of doom from me.

Bent at the waist as I leaned on the sink, I felt Joe’s body behind me, his pelvis nestled against my bottom and his hands firmly on my waist.

I propped myself up on my hands and looked up at the mirror. He waited patiently for me to speak, his thumbs stroking my sides in small circles.

“You were yelling,”

Joe frowned.

“I found you and… and when I did,” I began to cry, “you were shot… there… there was so much blood,”

“I’m alright, Y/N,” he told me, softly.

The sobs wracked my body, “You said that right before you died!”

Gently, Joe lifted my torso, turning me to face him, “Hey, hey.. C'mere baby,”

I buried myself into his embrace, my body shaking as I cried, “Th- there was s- so much blood, Joe!”

“Shhhh,” he shushed me, his fingers massaging my scalp as he rocked us side to side.

Once my crying calmed to mere hiccup like sounds, Joe lifted my head from his bare chest, “Come lay with me, baby.”

I silently nodded, incredibly exhausted.

Joe took us back to bed, getting in and holding out his arm. I climbed in next to him, glued to his side.

With his long fingers playing with my hair, he spoke calmly, “You remember the day Mason was born?”

My hand that I had resting on his tummy, ran through the light dusting of hair as my answer.

Joe’s lips rested on my forehead as he spoke, “I was so scared when I got the call,”

I breathed deeply, listening to his soothing voice.

“Baby, you were so damn beautiful,” he chuckled as I swatted him.

“Please, I was a sweaty, crying mess,” I said, my throat raw from the harsh crying.

Joe tipped my chin up, his thumb caressing the corner of my mouth, “You were beautiful then and you’re beautiful now, Y/N.”

He turned serious, “I know you worry about me, but baby… I’m not going anywhere. I promise you,”

I swallowed, sniffling, “You don’t always know what the outcome will be when you’re on the job, Joe.”

He sighed, knowing full well that I was right, “You’re right, but I always use caution. I’m not going to leave you and Mason; not any time soon, okay?”

I bit my lip and nodded.

“Okay,” Joe whispered.

He tilted my head up for a kiss, taking his time as he explored my mouth. While his lips still touched mine, he said softly, “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.” I cupped his cheek, kissing him deeper as I savored our quiet moments in bed.


Crush Imagine #32

y/f/n = your friends name

y/g/f/n= your guy friends name

I stared at the text from y/c, as if I was trying to engrave it in my brain forever. Why had I agreed to go to a party with him, and sneak out of my house in the process? I quietly left my room and snuck down to the basement. I quietly thanked god for walk out basements as I quietly opened the door and shut it, quickly running over to Y/C’s car. I opened the door and sat down, quickly buckling. “What are you doing? Go go go” I urged. Y/C chuckled and put his car in drive, and he drove us to the party. 

The party was in full swing by the time we got there. The music was loud enough that you could hear it from one block over, and cars lined the streets as if the world was going to end and this one house is where you would be safe. “We are so not finding a place to park” I groaned, fixing my shirt. Parties were notorious for hookups, and I was hoping that Y/C and I would end up hooking up with each other by the end of the night. 

“Yeah” he groaned and we drove to the next street over. He finally parked infront of some random house, and we got out of his car. I started walking down the street when y/c called out my name. “Where the hell are you going?” he asked. 

“To the party” I gave him a weird look. 

“This way” he shook his head. I followed him through someone’s backyard until we reached a literal wall. “It’s a good thing you’re very small” y/c teased, looking at the wall which was taller than me. “Damn I forgot they had this” he muttered. Unlike most of my friends, I was given the genes of an ant, and was barely 5′2″, a long way from y/c who happened to be well over 6 feet. “Alright lets do this” y/c sighed and tried to roll up his shorts as much as he could and got down on one knee. I placed my foot on his knee, trying my best not to get any dirt on him. I got my hands on the top of the wall, and got a little extra boost to get my whole body on top. I sat and waited as y/c climbed up and jumped down. “Do you trust me?” he asked, stretching out his arms. 

“Of course I do” I smiled. 

“Alright, I’m going to grab your legs, and you slowly let yourself down” he instructed. I felt tingles once he held onto my ankles and slowly scooted off the ledge, holding onto it by my hands. Y/C removed one hand from my ankle and held my waist, and then moved his other hand to the other side of my waist. “Okay let go” he said. I let go and fell a little, but was sturdy in y/c’s arms. I held onto y/c for safety, and let go of him once I felt safe. “Hi” he grinned. 

“Hi” I bit my lip as y/c set me down on the ground. 

“Wow y/n, you look great” he stepped back.

“Thank you” I smiled and walked over to a group of my friends, swaying my hips lightly. 

“Y/N you look smokin!” y/f/n exclaimed, hitting my arm. 

“Thanks, hopefully it’ll be good enough” I sighed. 

“Oh shut up, if nothings happens tonight then he’s stupid, alright? Now come on, let’s get us drinks” y/f/n led me towards the gazebo where kegs and bottles of beer were lined up. I grabbed a bud light and took a sip.

“Wow y/n wanna dance?” y/g/f/n asked. 

“Maybe later, I just got here” I smiled.

“Alright, well I want to dance, now” he grabbed my arm and pulled me. 

“What the fuck y/g/f/n? How drunk are you” I pulled my arm back. 

“Look I’m just really, you’re just really hot tonight, like damn girl I’d fuck you” he slurred. I rolled my eyes and turned around, walking back to y/f/n. Y/g/f/n grabbed my arm, turned me around and forcefully kissed me. I pushed him off of me.

“Stay the hell away from me” I glared at him.

“Oh come on y/n, if I could I would” he smirked. Before I could say anything, y/c had showed up. 

“Dude lay off, she clearly doesn’t want to hook up with you” he tried to calm things down. 

“Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it? Everyone in this damn schools knows that you’re not gonna do shit, mostly because you haven’t done shit for y/n” y/g/f/n spat. Y/C muttered something and punched y/g/f/n’s jaw. My jaw dropped, had that just happened. 

“Stay away from her for the rest of today” he shoved y/g/f/n and grabbed my hand, leading me away from the scene. 

“Thank you” I quietly said. 

“For what?” he asked, his hand was holding onto mine tightly. 

“For that” I softly said. 

“He was bothering you” y/c stopped walking once we were in the house and in a living room. “I did what any guy would have done” he gave a soft smile and sat us down on a couch, letting go of my hand. 

“I’m such a dick, I didn’t stop him because he was bothering you” y/c admitted. “I stopped him because I didn’t want to hear about, or see you two hook up” 

“Why?” I asked.

“Because I wanted to hook up with you” he muttered. I raised an eyebrow and bit my lip. Before I even realized what I was doing, I was pressing my lips against y’c’s lips. His lips moved against mine, swiping his tongue across mine every once in a while. I straddled y/c and tangled my hands in his hair as he lowered his hand to rest on my butt. Every kiss made it feel like I was in heaven. It was once we heard a random shout from outside that we pulled away. I rested my forehead against y’c’s for a few moments before getting off of him and sitting on the couch. 

“I don’t want us to be a hookup” y/c interlocked our fingers. “I want us to be real, I want a relationship” 

“Are you trying to ask me out?” I giggled. 

“More like asking you to be my girlfriend, and to come with me to dinner next Friday” 

“Well I can’t really say no” I grinned and pecked y’c. 

“Good” he grinned and kissed my forehead.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.