soulmate related

You thought you’d never fall in love even though you wanted to.
It just wasn’t in the cards, there was no one right for you.
Your mind was too complex, your personality severe.
No one could relate and soulmates weren’t real.
That’s why it took so long to let that boy inside your head.
And why you felt so vulnerable after everything you said.
But when you told him that you loved him, he said he loved you more.
And for the first time in your life, you had no regrets at all.
You still can’t comprehend how that boy loves you relentlessly every single day.
But you finally understand how hearing someone’s voice can make everything okay.
He taught you what it means to have a person feel like home.
And that being with someone else means you don’t have to be alone.
He knows when to hold you close and he knows not to let go.
He says you mean the world to him but you already know.
He always wipes your tears but he hates it when you cry.
He forgives you when you hurt him because he knows you didn’t try.
You don’t know how you got him and you really don’t know why.
But when he tucks you into bed, you see your future in his eyes.
People make fun of me for being single and never dating anyone, but I don’t want to. I don’t want a relationship. I don’t want someone to feel obligated to text me all the time, and compliment me like crazy. I don’t want someone whose always gonna sugar coat or for me and be nice. I don’t want someone whose gonna hide stuff from me. If you wanna text me great, text me. If you think I look nice say so. I want someone whose gonna be blunt and tell me how it is. I want someone who can make me laugh till I can’t breath. I want someone who is gonna be my best friend and my lover. I want someone who I can talk about pizza rolls with and have the deepest conversations. I want someone who I can tell them Everything I have been and who I wanna be. I want someone who wants to go on crazy adventures and travel. I want someone who I can chill with in sweat pants and eat chipotle, or go out and party my ass off. I don’t need expensive dates or gifts, or undivided attention. I just want someone who wants me and just me. So it’s not that I don’t want a relationship, it’s more that there is no one who is worth a relationship…yet.
—  I want…

anonymous asked:

Do Japanese people understand the meaning of soulmates? Because I saw some tweets and people were confused and even disappointed. Like wtf? Anyway can you please write your own understanding of being soulmates?

I’m probably not the most qualified to answer this, so maybe @fencer-x wouldn’t mind chiming in a bit? But from what I know and have seen it looks like the concept of soulmates in Japan isn’t that different from the West. I don’t really feel comfortable getting into how extensive the Japanese understanding of soulmate is.

For what it’s worth, I have seen zero negative response on my TL. So, I’m not sure where those people are coming from.

As for me, personally? I feel fandom, as a general whole, not just any specific fandom, has sort of taken the idea of soul mate and made it something concretely romantic. However, the concept is that of someone who perfectly completes you, is your other half, and while that often has a romantic end, it’s not in the definition. A soul mate can be a romantic partner, most often the concept is used romantically, but it can also be a best friend.

Have you ever heard the What’s A Soulmate? audio? That’s basically my perfect definition of a soulmate.

As for Kubo’s use of soulmate and it being related to the rings Yuuri and Victor exchanged, that’s a pretty heavy romantic implication. The ring exchange scene itself is already clearly romantic and to try and say it’s just friendly is pretty ignorant, imo, especially with the knowledge that there is no discrimination of love in the YOI world. To say, on top of that, that those rings are a symbol that Yuuri and Victor are soulmates? That’s the romantic concept. Flat out. They are two pieces of one whole, souls meant for each other, a perfect union.

Spoiler Alert

When six-year-old Rose read what would be her soulmates first words to her, she had no idea they spoiled one of the biggest book plots of the century.

Ten x Rose, soulmates au based on this tumblr post

Thanks to @lastbluetardis for reading this for me.

AO3 | FF.NET | Ch 2

Almost six-year-old Rose Tyler’s bleary eyes drooped. Her head bobbed briefly, then snapped up again. The young girl yawned and stretched her arms, glancing at her chubby right forearm as she did.

Tomorrow was her sixth birthday, which meant her soulmark would come at midnight. She was determined to be awake when the first words she would hear her soulmate appeared on her arm.

“Rose, sweetheart, you should be in bed.”

Rose turned and looked at her mum. “It’s almost time, Mummy,” she said, pointing at her arm. “I wanna see it happen.”

Jackie rolled her eyes, but she didn’t insist Rose went to bed. “I’ll allow it, since it’s not a school night,” she said. Then she pulled Snakes and Ladders out of the cupboard. “Why don’t we play a game? It’ll help you stay awake.”

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Would you believe me
If I tell you that our
Story is only at pause
And the universe is 
Only waiting for the right 
Time for us to meet again?
And do you think if
That time will come,
Our broken pieces will fall
Into place and we will feel complete?
Will fireworks start to ignite
Inside our bones and
Will your eyes hold the same
Affection they had before?
Tell me, would you love me again?
—  lm // soulmate pt 2
paint you a rainbow (i met you on the road)

Kakasaku Month, Week Three: Stuck in an enclosed space/“This is all your fault.” “I hope so.”/Epistolary format/Soulmate AU/Holding hands

this is, in a lot of ways, meant to echo an earlier soulmate au i wrote a couple of years ago: grow you a garden (never put much stock in Fate). because i enjoy the way fic can play like a refrain.

soulmate au where you don’t see colour until you touch your soulmate.


And of course, of course, he’s never seen something so bright as the way the sunlight glints off of Sakura’s hair, but for the rest of his life, Kakashi remembers this moment of colour bleeding across the world from the place his hand rests along the curve of Sakura’s cheek. For the rest of his life, Kakashi will swear that in this moment, this first moment, this average everyday moment made extraordinary—the sun rising in Sakura’s smile and her hair a wreath of flame—she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

It’s a cliché, sure, but the only thing that will ever be more true is every single time he’ll tell Sakura “I love you”.

How could anything be more beautiful? His world encompassed by that soft, stunned smile and the colour pink as the world bursts into a million hues Kakashi never dreamed he’d see.

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AU where your soulmate’s first words to you are written on your skin (bc every fandom should have one and this is my favourite fic trope ever)


Jack gets his words when he’s five years old. At first, he’s kind of confused.

“Maman,” he says, tugging at his mother’s shirt where she sits at the dining room table. He holds his arm up for her to see. “Je ne comprends pas!”

Alicia Zimmermann starts when she sees the words now permanently inked on her son’s forearm. They’re written in a loopy, pretty script down the middle of his arm, stark against his pale skin. She smiles when she reads the words – English, which he hasn’t yet learnt to read – and pulls him up into her lap. She holds his arm gently in her hands, and he pokes at the words suspiciously.

“Qu-est ce que c’est, Maman?”

“It’s your words,” she explains. “They’re the words that will tell you who your soulmate is.”

“Je-“

“Jack,” he looks away from his arm to meet her gaze, his confusion evident. Alicia pulls her jumper to expose her collarbone and the words written there. The handwriting is one Jack knows, recognizes pretty quickly as his father’s, but he’d never really considered the fact that the messy scrawl on his mother’s skin was actually written by his papa. “Everyone gets them at some point or other. Most people get them when their soulmate is born, but not always. Sometimes it’s a little later, or a little earlier, but the point is, there’s someone out there waiting for you.” She lets her jumper sit back in place and runs a gentle hand through her son’s messy black hair. “One day you’ll meet someone who says those words to you. You’ll know they’re your soulmate because it’ll be the first thing they say. Somewhere on their body will be the first words you’ll say to them.” Jack looks thoughtful.

“What do my words say, Maman?”

“Are you sure you can’t work it out?” Jack looks at his arm again, brow furrowed in concentration. His English reading ability is poorer than his French, and the handwriting is a bit too cursive for someone as young as him, but he’s always been determined. Alicia waits patiently as Jack mouths the words slowly, working them out in his head, trying to sound the letters into something he understands.

It’s five minutes before he smiles again, clearly pleased with himself. Whatever he’s worked out is evidently a sentence he understands from the way he bounces excitedly.

“Maman, I know what they’re saying!”

“You know what your soulmate is saying?”

“Oui. I know what they will say.” He takes a deep breath as he looks back down at his arm, running a small finger underneath the words as he reads them carefully out loud. His mother praises his reading, and after a few more minutes of questions about soulmarks the day returns to normal.

It’s only later, when he’s curled up in bed with his stuffed whale toy tucked against his body that he remembers the words again. He pulls back the sleeve of his pajamas to see the words still stark and clear on his skin, even in the low glow from his night light. He whispers them into the air wondrously. For all his excitement now, over the coming years his faith that the words will be spoken with good intention fade and fade as he learns more about the world.

By the time he’s fifteen he covers the words in a long arm sleeve specially designed to hide soulmarks. He only takes it off to shower, and never lets Kent see what’s beneath it. His mother tries to broach the topic once, suggests carefully that soulmarks are rarely ever said in the way one thinks, but his anger makes her sigh and leave it alone. She does encourage him to see a new therapist though, increasingly aware of his unimpeded anxiety over soulmarks and everything else. He feels guilty at his reaction to her concern so he reluctantly agrees to talk to someone about it. They’re better than the last one, and though they specialize in soulmate-related anxiety they quickly latch on to the fact that there are a lot more pressing things endangering Jack’s mental health. His visits are upped to thrice a week, and his prescription is swapped for something less intensive. It doesn’t rid him of anxiety, but it does help. He ends up making some changes to his life that help to lift some of the weight off his shoulders, and everything begins to feel more manageable.

When he’s drafted first pick to the Providence Falconers he’s in a tentatively good place. He’s happy about his team, pleased for Kent as he heads to Las Vegas with the Aces, and feels surprisingly positive despite the pressure the draft had put on him. The future looks brighter, clearer, and as he settles in during his first night in his new Providence apartment, he feels the urge to look at his words for the first time in years.

They still sting when he sees them, an old wound reopened, but he takes deep breaths. The writing is prettier than he remembers, and he almost chuckles at the thought that there’s someone out there with his god-awful handwriting on their body. He sobers up almost instantly, though, running a finger across the words like he did so many years ago. He knows what they mean: that his soulmate doesn’t want him, that he’s a disappointment, that he’s never going to have a relationship like his mother and father do with his soulmate. As he stares at the words he thinks that at least now he can probably deal with it. He’s got a great team and a promising future; a best friend; a much less strained relationship with his father. He knows, now, that he’s not a disappointment to his parents, even if he is to himself or his soulmate. He lives in a nice apartment in a nice area. He thinks he might get a dog.

Despite the hurt they cause, Jack finds himself pressing a soft kiss to the skin of his words, closing his eyes for a brief moment, desperately trying and failing to imagine a way someone could say these words and still want him.

Oh no, he recites in his head, those words that have been impossible to forget, it can’t be you.

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