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When We First Met

Summary: Soulmate au where if you draw on yourself, it shows up on your soulmate’s skin.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1815
A/N: Thanks so much to @wanderingforhome for telling me to do this and giving me the energy to actually write something for once c: It’s based off of a post from tumblr but i couldn’t find the post again so creds goes to whoever thought of this yikes (EDIT: The post can be found here) xD Thanks for reading!
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Dan grew up in a world of art. Where there was a pen, there was always skin to draw on, and that meant people would be able to walk the streets with art down their arms, wondering where their other half could be. Because Dan lived in a world where you could draw all over your skin and the exact same drawings would show up on your very own soulmate; the person you were meant to be with for the rest of your life.

People were absolutely obsessed with the idea of finding their soulmate. Whereas Dan didn’t particularly care if he found his straight away (Let’s be honest, he’ll find them one day so he’s not in any hurry right now), everybody was a scrambling mess of writing and drawing all down their arms so they could find theirs. That was why most people worse shorts and short sleeves, to show off the ink on their skin in hopes they would come across someone else with the same exact marks. Of course, they could always just write down their name on their skin, but that would be breaking the law.

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“Hey Y/N?” Luke yelled, all across from our bedroom to our kitchen that I was in.


“Is it okay if Mitchy and Cal come over here, in like ten minutes?” He chimed in, sitting on the granite counter.

“Sure.” I smiled.

“Nice! Thanks!” He squealed, kissing my cheek before leaving our area.

Nope, not nice. Sure, I’m okay with Calum. But Mitchy? I don’t know. I never even met the dude.

(p.s hi mitchy looks like a chubbier version of Billie Joe Armstrong i fucking swear)

I shrugged away my hesitant expressions and continued on making the mac n’ cheese.

It only took a matter of minutes until I hear the doorbell ring, with Luke quickly rushing down the stairs, but only to no avail since Mitchy already opened the door himself.

Fucking manners, bitch.

“So, do you have like Mountain Dew?” Mitchy asked Luke, making Calum groan quietly.

He lied down too comfortable for my liking on the couch.

“Where’s Y/N?” Calum asked.

“Kitchen.” Luke said briefly before grabbing a beer from the mini fridge in the living room.

“God, I fucking can’t stand Mitchy anymore. He’s going to be the death of me.” Calum ranted quietly in front of me, flailing his arms around.

“He doesn’t make a very good first impression with me, honestly.” I admitted, mixing the pasta along with the sauce.

“He never does.” He snorts.

“Then why do you still keep hanging out with him?” I laughed.

“Promo for their band.” He rolled his eyes.

“Still! I mean if you rea-…”

“Y/N! Are you done with the food?” Luke impatiently yelled.

“Uhm, yeah!” I said, putting all the food I prepared in bowls with spoons before I walked over to them.

“Here.” I said, putting the bowl on the table.

“For something really shitty, that took you long.” He snorted, making Mitchy laugh in response.

I remained quiet, letting myself walk to the kitchen, until I was stopped by Luke again.

“While you’re at it, get me a beer opener too! This one here won’t work.” He said before laughing along with Mitchy.

“The one there works just as fine.” I walked over to him with my new-found confidence, crossing my arms.

“How can you say?” He raised up a brow.

I went by his side furiously and grabbed the beer from his hand, along with the beer opener on the other.

I opened the beer with it without hesitation.

“You caught a feisty one, Luke.” Mitchy smirks.

“And I’m not thankful about it.” He answers, high-fiving Mitchy.

“Luke. Can we please talk?” I asked him as vulnerable as possible, trying to remain my composure still.

“See? I told you she’s clingy.”

“Fuck you.” I said, looking him straight in the eye with my fists clenched.

“What’s up with you being a bitch?” He asked, taking a swig from his drink.

“That’s a bit low Luke, don’t you think?” Calum asked, clearly pissed off before putting his arm on my shoulder protectively.

“She deserves it.” He feigned shock before shrugging it off.

Calum mumbled a quiet string of cuss words under his breath, tapping my clenched fist to open up, motioning us to go upstairs, with me eagerly obliging.

Once we went up the stairs with Luke watching our movements the whole time, I finally let my body collapse on the bed with Calum sitting on the edge of it.

“He’s a real asshole.” I said to a worried Calum.

“I know.” He rubbed soothing circles on my back once he saw a single tear drip down on my cheek.

After letting all my rants out to Calum, I finally said, “I think I want to sleep.”

He muffled his laughter with a pillow and said, “It’s 9 AM, Y/N. Nobody does that.”

“She sometimes does that when she’s frustrated.” Luke lowly said, putting his head down as he chimed in the doorframe.

Calum rolled his eyes before coming into my side to lean in and whisper, “Do what you fucking want.”, causing me to giggle lightly, gaining Luke’s attention almost instantly.

Calum rolled his eyes again before ruffling my hair up and saying a quick ‘bye’, passing by Luke with a dead expression.

Once we were left alone, I turned my back on Luke, indulging the cold covers. (don’t get me started, i absolutely love cold covers)

“Hun?” He poked my side, sitting on the spot beside me.

I remained silent.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed in a low sing-song voice.

“My actions were absolutely unexcusable.”

“There’s your answer.”

He went under the covers beside me, running his hand up and down on my arm.

“You mind?” I asked, turning my upper body to face him, causing him to immediately stop and stick his bottom lip out.

“I love you.” He said.

I still remained quiet, bringing the pillow closer to me.

anyways, part 2 :) ?

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Make My Wish Come True

Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou/Akaashi Keiji

Summary: Wherein Bokuto belts out a few hundred Christmas songs and does not help with Akaashi’s I’m-Totally-Gay-For-My-Captain Crisis.

Notes: Happy holidays, @natroze​!! I really, really hope you like this but also apologize for this because really what have I done. :o Thank you for being such a cool spiker from the start, though!! <3 <3

From: mizoguchiest

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