this one's for you mom i know you hate all my tattoos

A Letter from You

AN: @whitechocolateperfection Thanks Emily for requesting and advising as always :) and @teen-mendes you know why 


Originally posted by anthony-samaniego

It’s laying under the flower pot at your front doorstep. There’s a small rock set on the opposite corner, like the pot isn’t heavy enough to keep it down.

Leaning over, you take it from its hiding space, realizing it’s a letter. Your name is written across the white in black ink. The handwriting is familiar. Something you’ve seen in journals and lyrics written quickly on newspaper or paper towels when his phone was too far away. You found parchment in your purse from the small train you took in Amsterdam. The song turned into roses. Who knew one lyrical line would’ve turned into your favorite song.

When the door is unlocked and your bag and keys are on the hook, you take a seat by the window. Your cat is curled up at your feet, stirring in her sleep.

The envelope is sealed, but you don’t go to open it as quickly as you should. The lip feels heavy, straining your shoulders. The breakup is still fresh, too fresh to read his letter. Maybe he wants to get back together.. maybe he’s about to show up with a bouquet of tulips and a single white rose- the only way you’ll accept flowers. Maybe it’s actually from Aaliyah, or an old friend from college. It was your birthday just last month. It could be a forgotten gift and the writer was too embarrassed to give it to you, face to face.

“What am I waiting for?” You ask yourself, knowing the longer you wait the worse the pain in your chest will feel. The words he spoke will never leave. They’re tattooed in your mind..anyone else would’ve found it beautiful, poetic. For you? It was tragic.

‘Y/N,

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on the new Iron Fist series

So after binge watching a ton of Marvel’s new Iron Fist series, I went onto tumblr, wondering what the fandom was up to now, what with all these new gifs and stuff to make. ‘Maybe I would find some fan art or something’ I thought innocently to myself,

BUT BOY WAS I WRONG

instead, I was greeted with SO MUCH DISCOURSE on how Iron Fist ‘needs a chinese-american actor’ or ‘has terrible dialogue and is slow’.

the best part is when I found out that some of y’all are trying to get this show boycotted like ‘????’

Now as a Chinese-speaking Asian female, living in Asia, with an Asian background and a good know-how of Chinese history, as well as a decent knowledge of comic books, (although I confess I got into the animated series first) I’m here to end the discussion before y’all get your full rage on and start fighting fans of the show like it’s Lord of the Flies up in here

So keep reading if you want to be educated or if you just want to fight me before you know what you’re even talking about

“THE SHOW INSULTS CHINESE CULTURE”

Uhhhh…no? I’ve seen a few episodes and I mean so far there isn’t really anything that screams ‘insult’ or even offensive in the slightest. Besides maybe the fact that they take the beliefs and twist them a little bit but honestly even that ain’t that bad as to what I’ve seen elsewhere.

I’ve read the boycott post and let me say that yea, they dressed him with an eye for Asian elements, but maybe that’s because it’s supposed to be resembling Asian clothing? I mean how is that offensive? Is it the part that it looks Asian? Or that you simply feel that white people that direct these shows should not be using Asian stuff for entertainment? Because I hate to break it to you but it’s still not offensive. Even the dragon tattoo is totally fine because it’s supposed to resemble Asian elements yea but also have y’all read the comics? Because he punched through a dragon and basically took it’s heart. So I mean a dragon tattoo kinda matches the theme.

I mean in the first episode they speak almost flawless Chinese for Pete’s sake! Hell, I was surprised that they even had it in them to have a non-Google translated line. Sure the accent was a little overdoing it cuz not even I have that thick a Chinese accent but I’ll excuse it since he was apparently learning and speaking 15 years. (I speak it maybe a few times a day for like the last 14 years or so only)

So no, the show doesn’t really insult Chinese culture, sure they might be ignorant, but you must understand that after generations of stereotypes and misconceptions that that can’t just go away with one show

“Danny Rand should be played by an Asian guy/be a Chinese-American”

I can’t even begin to tell you my frustration about this.

Y’all do know this show is based on the comics right?

You know, the one with the white guy.

I know Marvel is infamous for not including enough representation in their shows but seriously? This is like the Harry Potter thing all over again with Hermione being black, it’s not that we don’t want representation or anything, but it’s the fact that this hero that us comic fans have come to already love has been replaced. Or at least it feels like it. Like when a movie is made from a book and people go crazy because character XYZ suddenly has different traits or isn’t quite what was described as compared to the book.

Frankly, it sucks.

So even though yes, Marvel should have more Asians in their shows, don’t expect them to completely give the main character a makeover, even if the makeover was supposed to provide representation. And honestly? I don’t want them to change him because I really freaking love Iron Fist, just as he is.

“This show just villainizes Asians”

So you tell me that my race is being made villains because Marvel decided that most of their Asians on their shows are evil ninjas (aka the Hand) and at most there are like 3 sorta good Asians. Oh and I’m sorry, you want more Asian men that are good guys? You want a balance of Asian heroes?

Well I guess that would be kind of hard to fit into the story since, oh, I don’t know, everything happens in the USA?

If you want more Asian characters well then look no further because you do have them. Daisy Johnson from Agents of Shield? What about her extremely brave mom? Or maybe Colleen in Iron Fist? Everyone seems to be blatantly ignoring her badassery and only seeing the part where she’s a sorta love interest.

Facts are, there are Asian characters, you’re really just looking hard enough. I agree wholeheartedly when you say that more Asian men need to be in the Marvel universe that aren’t part of the bad guy team but you gotta say that they are still awesome.

Does anyone even remember the Japanese ninja yakuza guy from Daredevil? Dude got set on fire and STILL came back to kick ass. That’s a plus in my book because even though he’s considered bad, he’s been proven to be cunning, smart, and overall awesome.

“The show has terrible stunts/acting/dialogue/fight scenes”

From here on out it’s mostly just me trying to explain why the directors and writers of the show made decisions in the show to make it what it is, so let’s dive right into it.

  • STUNTS

Actually the stunts weren’t half-bad. If you’ve seen other shows or movies that are heavily reliant on stunts and action, and compare it to this show, they really aren’t that much different. Sure it might seem a little unbelievable sometimes like they’re breaking physics or something, but he already has a glowing fist. I think we’ve crossed the line of believable long ago.

  • ACTING

I have nothing to say about this except that go and take some acting or drama classes before coming and criticizing these awesome men and women who did indeed try their best

  • DIALOGUE

Now I get the dialogue might be a little weird at times and what not, but you must understand that this show was partially written with the Defenders series in mind. So almost everything that was said in the show is meant to lead to something more. Thus, you must take it as a bigger picture. Sorta like how everyone said that Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them wasn’t as good as they thought it would be, that movie was also meant to lead on to a bigger story so you might want to excuse the weird speech and cryptic lines at times.

  • FIGHT SCENES & ACTION

Okay seriously people, please read the comics. Danny Rand is supposed to be an accidental hero, one that doesn’t want to fight unless he really has zero choice in the matter. So yea, the fight scenes won’t be that interesting, but only because the character in question is more interested in ending the fight than anything.

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So there you have it, my whole slightly angry info-dump on Iron Fist and Marvel’s representation problem in general. If you want to correct me or scold me even then by all means message me or shoot me an ask. But just keep in mind that Marvel can’t make all your problems go away in one show, and please for the love of all that is good read the comics before coming to rant okay?

Chopped

TED: Four chefs, one chance at a ten thousand dollar prize.  They must create an unforgettable meal using the mystery ingredients provided, or they will be chopped.  Let’s meet our contestants.  First, Chef Angela.

ANGELA: I’m Angela, I’m sous chef at Le Snobbe in Omaha Nebraska.  My specialty is Scottish with an Asian twist.  I need to win this so my parents will take me seriously.

TED: Next we have Chef Madagascar.

MADAGASCAR: I run the Shaggoth Catering Company.  My family came over from Kazantzan to build a better life here, but my brothers all died of the plague the second our house foreclosed.  I need the ten thousand dollars to buy my mother a new kidney.

TED: Chef Bill.

BILL: I’m extremely loud and have a broad range of interests that will do nothing to help me in this competition.  Watch me as I punch the camera with my tattooed knuckles that read FOOD.

TED: And finally, Chef Gooseberry.

GOOSEBERRY: I’m Gooseberry, I live in Los Angeles, and I love vegan food to the point where I won’t eat anything that ingests oxygen.  I see so many people eating meat and it *starts crying* just makes me so sad, I have to win this to show them that there’s a better way.

Ted: Chefs, before you there is a basket of ingredients.  You must use all of them, and your dishes will be critiqued by our panel of distinguished chefs on taste, presentation, and creativity.  If you can’t, you will be chopped.  Please open your baskets.  You must construct an appetizer using shank of unicorn, human hair, ground glass, and puffed cheese snacks. You have twenty minutes.

ANGELA: I see the puffed cheese snacks and I immediately think, haggis.  I run to the pantry and grab chickpeas and Sriracha, to give it a little kick.

GOOSEBERRY: Unicorn!  Whyyyyyy is there meeeeeeat!  (cries) Oh well, I’ll just have to suck it up and make it vegan as possible by pan-searing it and dousing it in chicken broth.

MADAGASCAR: I’m so stoked to see ground glass in the basket.  My mom used to cook with this all the time.  It has sort of a crunchy texture, so I’m gonna make pancakes.

(Shot of Bill looking alarmed and confused)

BILL: Guys…none of these are…food…uhh…

BILL: I just have this wad of human hair in my basket and I’m thinking, what the hell am I supposed to do with this?  But I know unicorn has to be soaked to get the glitter off, otherwise it’ll be way too salty and start sprouting little flowers, so I get that soaking and hope the rest will come to me.

JUDGE ALEX: What a great basket!  But I think it will be a real challenge for our chefs.

JUDGE SCOTT: There’s a lot you can do with puffed cheese snacks, but you’d have to be careful their saltiness doesn’t build on the natural saltiness of the unicorn shanks.  I’m so curious to see what they plan to do with the human hair, which in this basket is a mix of Asian, African, and Caucasian strands.

ANGELA: Some of these hairs are Asian, so I use them to tie the ends of my haggis.  I love showing off my specialty.

MADAGASCAR: Not many people would think to cook and eat a unicorn, but in Kazantzan, you take whatever comes your way.  I take the glitter and I put it into a puree for a sauce with vinegar, making sure to chant the ancient evil incantation over it that will keep it from sprouting.  But I’m running out of time, so I may have slurred some of the words together.

(Madagascar starts bleeding from the nose)

JUDGE ALEX: Ohhh, it looks like he’s reversed the S and the Q in “sesustngsnqsutintan.”  That’s the kind of mistake that could cost him some time.  You have to admire his ambition though.

BILL: I get the unicorn into the grill, but I haven’t even touched my hairball yet.  I remember thinking of a prank my big brother played on me once, so I throw the ground glass into the blender with some ice, vodka, and limoncello.

TED: And there is one minute left remaining!

ANGELA: I haven’t even started plating yet, my haggis isn’t done swelling, but I’m thinking, just get it on the plate.

GOOSEBERRY: I have one minute.  I’m gonna make a fresh green salad to represent my vegan lifestyle, and start making a vinaigrette.

TED: FIVE…FOUR…THREE…TWO…ONE…time’s up, please step back.

MADAGASCAR: I look down at my dish, and I’m pretty proud of what I’ve done.  Then I see that there’s nose blood on the plate.  I need that ten thousand dollars.

BILL: I quickly added the hairball as a garnish.

It’s not gross, it’s gormet

GOOSEBERRY: ohhhh nooo I forgot the unicorn shanks, the glass, the hairball, and the Cheetos (TV EDIT, TOTALLY DIFFERENT VOICE) puffed cheese snacks.  All I have is this red onion salad and white truffle dressing.

ANGELA: If I’d just had five more minutes, this would have been a killer cheese and hair haggis.  *shrugs*

TED: Alright chefs, let’s see what you made. Chef Bill.

BILL: I’ve made for you today a cheese-snack encrusted grilled unicorn shank, with a lemon glass slushie.

JUDGE ALEX (sternly): I love this.  You really handled the glitter beautifully, and the limoncello adds a lot of much-needed acidity to the salty flavors.

JUDGE SCOTT: I don’t like it.  There’s hair on my plate and I hate you.

BILL: It…it was one of the ingredients…

TED: Chef Angela.

ANGELA: Before you today we have a cheese snack and ground unicorn haggis, tied with Asian hairs and garnished with a tarragon and glass crumble.

JUDGE ALEX (sternly): The combination is brilliant, the flavors really play off each other well.  But mine is a little cold in the center, and you can see…I have sprouts.

ANGELA: It’s supposed to do that.  I meant to do that.

TED: Chef Madagascar.

MADAGASCAR: Today I’ve made you a unicorn pancake with a glass crust, and a glitter dipping sauce.

JUDGE SCOTT: I’m not getting any of the human hair.

TED: Tell us why you need to win today.

MADAGASCAR: I need to get my mother a new kidney, as we had to sell her good one to pay for my father’s ransom.  He’s okay now, but times have been hard with just one kidney to share between them.

JUDGE ALEX: There’s blood on my plate.  I can’t eat this.

TED: Chef Gooseberry.

GOOSEBERRY: I’ve made a vegan-friendly dish, with the unicorn, cheese snacks, and the hair omitted.  The glass did not make it onto the plate.

JUDGE SCOTT: This is just red onions and white truffle oil.

GOOSEBERRY: That is correct.

(TV EDIT, SCENE RECONVENES TEN MINUTES LATER)

GOOSEBERRY (with a black eye, sniffling): Thank you chef.

TED: Now whose dish has been put on the chopping block?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC AS WE LOOK AT EVERYONE’S SAD FACE)

TED (revealing Gooseberry’s dish): Chef Gooseberry, you’ve been chopped.

GOOSEBERRY: I was pretty disappointed to get chopped, but I stand by my work, and I’m proud nobody had to eat meat made by my hand. (leaves down the hallway)

TED: Next up, the entree round. WHO (flash to Madagascar) WILL (flash to Angela) BE (flash to Bill) CHOPPED???!!??

OTP Drabble Challenge!

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask, along with a pairing, and you write a drabble using that dialogue in your piece! Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!

  1. “The doctor said it’s normal” - “Well that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.”
  2. “Baby, you’re not a bother.” - “I’m too needy, you don’t deserve it.”
  3. “Come with me to the other room.” - “We’re not going to talk about this now.”
  4. “Did you just hiss at me?” - “Are you judging me?”
  5. “Don’t yell at me like I’m a child!!” - “DON’T THROW SCISSORS!”
  6. “Here, take me blanket/jacket.” - “I told you, I’m not cold.” *shivering*
  7. “Did you hear that?” - “I’m telling you, I’m haunted.”
  8. “I just wanted an easy day with my boyfriend/girlfriend. Is that too much to ask?”
  9. “Why are you awake right now?”
  10. “Come over here and make me.”
  11. “I want my best friend back.” - “Kevin is over there.”
  12. “H-how long have you been standing there?” - “Long enough.”
  13. “You’re lying, you’re blushing.” - “Shut up, no I’m not!”
  14. “No, I’m not talking to you.”
  15. “No more!” - “Okay, fine, I won’t send you any more selfies.”
  16. “What do you have?” - “Pizza rolls and Cup O’ Noodles…that’s about it. Popcorn?”
  17. “The salad here is really good.” - “Do I look like a fucking rabbit?”
  18. “Open this.” - “Can you say please?”
  19. “I just came to say goodbye…” - “Bullshit, you just feel bad.”
  20. “You’re on level 176.” - “Can you judge me harder?”
  21. “Jinx, you owe me a coke.” - *can’t speak until they buy a soda*
  22. “Please don’t leave me.” - “I don’t want to go”
  23. “Babe, I’m sorry.” - “Suck my ass.”
  24. “Liar, liar, pants on fire!” - “Seriously, you’re worse than a kid.”
  25. “You can’t ride a bike?” - “Why are we whispering?”
  26. “Is it that time of the month?” - “You literally ask me that whenever I’m mad at you!”
  27. “We’re going downtown.” - “There’s a strip club downtown.”
  28. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” - “Well, you shouldn’t be saying it then.”
  29. “It’s not mine, I swear.” - “How is it not fucking yours!”
  30. “Take it off.” - “Like a bandaid?”
  31. “I told you…” - “Yeah, yeah, yeah, quit nagging.”
  32. “Boo?” - “You’re my boo.”
  33. “Don’t you ever do that again! You scared the shit out of me!”
  34. “You broke what?!?” - “Don’t worry, I’m okay.”
  35. “Why’re you dressed like that?” - “Does that mean it looks good or should I change?”
  36. “Fine, just do what you have to do.” - “Can you stop being so freaking cute so I can concentrate?”
  37. “…then I picked up your coffee by mistake.” - “All I want is an apology.”
  38. “Well, this is awkward.” - “Don’t touch me.”
  39. “You can’t make me.” - “What are you? Five?”
  40. “You’re a blanket hog!” - “Leave me alone and stop being so selfish.”
  41. “It’s not fair that you’re hot and funny.” - “Look who’s talking…just kidding, your jokes suck.”
  42. “I hate you.” - “No, you don’t.”
  43. “Should I be worried?” - “Is the grass green?”
  44. “You’re kidding me?!” - “Shush, my mom never taught me.”
  45. “I’m your lock screen?!” - “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
  46. “Will you go with me?” - “As long as you hold my hand.”
  47. “Baby, I’m scared.” - “You don’t have to be; not as long as I’m here.”
  48. “Come inside, I’m sorry.” - “Not until you apologize.” - “I just said I’m freaking sorry.”
  49. “Your voice is sexy.” - “Your ass is sexy.”
  50. “If I asked, you’d say no.” - “You don’t know that.”
  51. “Seriously, the chimney?” - “The squirrel can’t win!”
  52. “32?” - “I’ll prove it!”
  53. “It’s just so little and adorable.” - “That’s what she said.”
  54. “You’re not mature enough to be a parent.” - “Try me.”
  55. “Take a chance.” - “Umm…let me think…no.”
  56. “Game’s over, you son of a bitch!!” - “Okay, just don’t hit me.”
  57. “You forgot about my birthday!” - “In my defense, I forget about a lot of things.”
  58. “You need more stamina.” - “No, I need more steak and eggs. So…get on it.”
  59. “Can you dance with me?” - “You’re not mad?”
  60. “I’ll smash it, I swear.” - “You smash it and we’re done.”
  61. “Move!” - “Why would I move if I’m so comfy where I am?”
  62. “I’m not going in.” - “Then we’re not going to get a treat after.”
  63. “I really would’ve liked it if you told me your parents were coming to town.” - “I really would’ve liked it if you put underwear on before coming into the kitchen.”
  64. “I found it in the recycling bin.” - “Well, you’re the one killing the environment, so who’s really in the wrong here?”
  65. “We bet, and you lost.” - “But tattoos are permanent.”
  66. “Can you quit being so sassy?” - “Can you quit being so controlling?”
  67. “Are you getting jealous?” - “You’re changing your outfit, now!”
  68. “What time is it there?” - “We’re in the same time-zone.”
  69. “Quit flirting.” - “I didn’t mean to-”
  70. “I just don’t know what happened.” - “You’re too good for them.”
  71. “You have a cute nose, don’t make me break it.”
  72. “Tell me what I can do to help.” - “Sing me to sleep.”
  73. “You still need your baby blanket?”
  74. “Did you black out?” - “I feel like I’m gonna puke.”
  75. “Let’s just bury the hatchet.” - “Fuck your hatchet.”
  76. “I bet it’s a boy.” - “I bet it’s a turtle.”
  77. “Spare change?” - “You can’t be responsible, you don’t get your wallet.”
  78. “Cuddle or leave.” - “So is that a no to supper?”
  79. “Are you high?” - “I’m just so fucking tired.”
  80. “Why did I marry you?” - “It took a lot of convincing.”
  81. “Who’s texting you?” - “Umm. nobody.”
  82. “You have two choices.” - “Neither of which I like…”
  83. “I want a dog.” - “I want a cat.”
  84. “Chinese food?” - “Do we even know what that’s made of?”
  85. “These sheets are stained.” - “That’s disgusting.”
  86. “You don’t know how to change a tire?” - “Give it a rest, would you?”
  87. “That’s my ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.” - “Well, kiss me so they see.”
  88. “We got lucky. You’re not gonna do that again, right?”
  89. “Hey, babe, look what I found.” - “GET THAT OUT OF THE HOUSE NOW!!!”
  90. “You’ve been replaced.” - “Alright, we’ll see how you feel when you need me to kill a spider in the shower.”
  91. “Are those slippers?” - “Is that you being mean? AGAIN?”
  92. “You forgot your book.” - “No, I lost my book!”
  93. “You’re weird.” - “Or you’re just basic.”
  94. “We need a vacation.” - “You read my mind too much, it scares me.”
  95. “Why’d you hug him? You love him?”
  96. “Sorry.” - “Good choice.”
  97. “Luck? Nope. Skills.” - “If it’s skill then do it again.”
  98. “Why can’t you just believe me?” - “Because you lied about it before.”
  99. “This bath is too damn hot.” - “This is why we can’t do cute things. You complain too much.”
  100. *Make up your own*

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it's you (that makes my heart beat)

The first letter appears when she is thirteen. She feels a burning sensation on her wrist, panic flaring at the sudden pain but it quickly turns to excitement when she sees the ink form into the shape of a T.


She shows her parents, happy at the thought of soon meeting her soulmate. The first thing she does is Google names with the letter T.


She’s fourteen when she meets Ty. He hasn’t gotten any letters yet and she’s not quite sure she loves him, yet. But it could be him. They date, she kisses him, she feels empty.


She asks her mom how she felt when she met her dad and She deflates when the lovesick poetic description of feeling complete and ethereal love. She’s never felt like that with Ty.


She’s fifteen and She knows it’s not him, he knows it’s not her. She hates the way his eyes light up when he meets her friend (teammate), Amanda. And she hates the look that mirrors Amanda. And they both still don’t have any letters but they are hanging out all the time. It doesn’t bother her until they start excluding her. It’s then when she no longer can live in denial.


It’s petty, she’s jealous and she does something stupid.


She sends the picture to Ty and it all comes crashing down. They fight, she can’t remember what’s said but she knows it’s harsh but what kills her is when he shows her the A on his wrist. But it’s what he says afterwards that completely breaks her.


“Hopefully you never meet your soulmate because you don’t deserve them.”


And it angers her so much because it’s true. She knocks his tooth out (they put it back).


That night a R appears after the T. It’s bittersweet she thinks as she feels asleep with tears in her eyes. She uses her watch to cover her wrist after that day and vows tip forget about her soulmate. 



Trini’s twelve when she gets the K. It’s bittersweet. 


She’s sitting at the dining table with her parents when she starts to feel like someone is dragging a razor across her skin. She lifts her sleeve up and jumps in astonishment as black ink begins to form a letter. Her parents watch in excitement with her and when the letter becomes clear they start spouting off names with the letter K; Kevin, Kyle, Karl. Trini’s heart breaks a little because she knows (hopes) that the name will be different. 


She thinks of Katie the cute girl who sits in front of her in English. Of Keisha who always smiles at her in the hallways. She wishes she could tell her parents. She wishes she could be honest. She wishes her parents would understand when she’s ready.


She brings Katie over for a study date. Katie who still hasn’t gotten any letters but has seen the K on her wrist and smiles often at her. Sometime later Katie leans over and lands a peck on her lips. Trini feels her face heat up. They go back to studying even though Trini can’t concentrate anymore. She can’t stop thinking about Katie’s soft lips. She can’t stop thinking about how nice it felt. She’s not sure if Katie is her soulmate but she wouldn’t mind kissing her again. 


They’ve been together for almost a year and Trini thinks she’s in love, she believes they might be soulmates. She feels the happiest she’s ever been. She still hasn’t told her parents but the suspicious looks her mother gives her makes her insides hurt. 


It’s when she’s thirteen that her world falls apart.


Katie comes in and She can tell that the girl is trying to contain her excitement but she’s bubbling with energy.


“I got my first letter.” Trini can tell the girl is trying (and failing) to sound disappointed.


It feels like her heart stutters. Katie reveals her wrist and a D is there flaring back at her.


“I’m sorry. Good luck with finding your soulmate.”


Trini never looks back up. Katie leaves and she doesn’t move. She feels empty in a way that it hurts. For the next week she refuses to go to school, refuses to answer her parents’ concerned questions and only eats the bare minimum. 


She gets an I following the K after that. But she’s numb, she doesn’t care. She could get a full name and still not be sure that she has found her soulmate. So many people share the same name. She’s not going to get hurt again. 


They move a month later.


She’s fourteen when her parents bring over Kaleb from church. She hates him. Hates the way his shirt is tucked into his jeans all nice and proper, hates how he addresses her parents as sir and ma'am, hates how he keeps trying to discreetly (and fails) glance at her bracelet covered wrist. She sees the T on his wrist and almost feels sorry for him. She ignores him throughout dinner as her parents encourage (push) her to converse with him.


“You’re wasting your time.” Trini finally mumbles without looking up but the silence that follows tells her that the whole table heard.


Her mother excuses her little brothers who take the chance and run to their room.


“I’m not your soulmate.” She finally looks at the boy.  She shows him her wrist, the two letters causing a delusury burning (she wishes she could rip her skin off), relief crosses his face and Trini scoffs.


“What are you waiting for, you know where the door is?” She pushes her plate away, not that she has ate much.  


“Trini that’s no way to treat our guest.” Her mom scolds her with a glare as Kaleb shifts uncomfortably in his seat, itching to get out of this place (just like Trini). 


“Why didn’t you tell us?” Her father presses gently.


It’s eating at her and if she holds it any longer she’ll drown. It comes from the back of her throat before she can think of the repercussions.


“Because I’m gay!”


Kaleb leaves after that. Her nightmares come true, her mom starts yelling at her amd she sits their unresponsive which only serves to fuel her mother’s anger. She yells at her for embarrassing her in front of a guest, for hiding things, and for saying nonsense. But what hurts more than her mother’s anger is the silence and look of disappointment from her father.


They move within three days.


The silence continues on her behalf. She didn’t think it could hurt more. But then her mother starts spouting off names again. Kirk, Killian, Kile. She starts avoiding dinners.


It’s not hard to find someone who deals. She does it to piss her mom off. She does it to forget. To feel something other than pain. The first time she smokes weed she has a coughing fit and wonders how the hell someone can like this shit. But eventually she gets the hang of it. She’s floating in a euphoric high, nothing can touch her.


Her vice (escape) only lasts a few months before her mom catches her. Finds a joint while snooping through her stuff. They threaten to send her to rehab. They move again.


Her mother’s questions continue but now a monthly urine test is added to the conversations. She stops if just to get her mother off her back. But she wonders what her  next vice will be.


At times when she’s showering, she considers grabbing the razor and dragging it across her wrist destroying the letters that only seem to bring her problems. But she can never being herself to do it.


She considers getting a tattoo to cover it. She knows a guy who’ll do it even though she’s a minor. She makes an appointment, shows up. It’s really sketchy, in his living room but he pulls out a brand new clean needle but before he can bring the needle to her skin she retracts. She needs to know the full mame first, know that her mother is wrong and that she’s not confused.


But she feels bad wasting this guys time so instead she opts for something different. She ends up getting a black and yellow sabre tooth tiger on her left shoulder. She knows her parents would kill her if they ever find out but that thought encourages her to go through with it. It stings in a way similar to when she got her letters.


She’s fifteen when her parents decide to move again. Destination: Angel Grove.


She doesn’t hate it as much as she thought she would. Her new vice becomes tai chi and heavy metal.


Not long after she turns 15 she gets her third letter. She sitting in the back row of her biology classroom when the familiar stinging sensation bolts her from her thoughts. The letter M appears and her breath catches as she glances up to look at the girl sitting a few seats ahead of her. Former head cheerleader fallen from grace, that’s as much as Trini knows.


It could be her or there could be different name on the girl’s wrist. Trini doesn’t want to know. 


She books it from class as soon as the bell rings and heads for the cliff. She runs, what’s the point of knowing her soulmate if her parents will force her to move eventually.


That night she meets the group of misfits. She thinks she dies but somehow wakes up alive and well in her bed the next morning. She wonders for a few minutes which option would’ve been better.


The day gets weirder but besides getting pulled over a cliff by none other than Kimberly Hart, the girl does not seem to act any different around her. Trini buries the disappointment and deems that the girl is not her soulmate.


And that thought is what makes her not run away and actually form a cautious friendship with Kimberly. Any doubts she has quickly fade, being around Kim is easy. She hasn’t felt quite is relaxed like this in a long time. She thinks she doesn’t need her soulmate when she has her friends, when she has Kim.



Kim can’t help but think it would be so easy if Jason Scott was her soulmate. He’s caring and kind but she has absolutely no romantic feelings for him. She has a T and an R on her wrist, and he has a W on one wrist and a Z on the other. He doesn’t talk about it, she doesn’t ask but she tells him everything and it helps that he forgives her for what she’s done considering she still hasn’t managed to forgive herself.


She grows closer to the rangers but closer to Trini. The girl whose like a grumpy cat but if she likes you, you’re one of the lucky ones. She’s not sure when it happens but they’re at the donut shop and it hits her. She doesn’t feel lonely anymore. 


Rita happens and she doesn’t have much time to dwell on her feelings. She hasn’t felt anger as heavy as when she sees the marks on Trini’s neck and she knows that when she gets the chance she’ll make Rita regret ever laying a hand on Trini.


Billy dies, Billy comes back to life and Rita gets bitch slapped into space. Things seem to finally be settling down.


They are all still friends and Trini’s still there. Kim can’t help but think how lucky she is to have her in her life, and she’ll do whatever she can to deserve her friendship.


A few weeks after the Goldar incident and Kim finds herself sitting on Trini’s couch for a Netflix marathon. Trini’s parents are out of town visiting family for the weekend and the boys had plans to work on Jason’s truck, which makes Kim glad she can spend some alone time with Trini.


3 things happen at once.


One: Trini reaches leans forward towards the popcorn and her sleeveless shirt shifts and Kimberly catches sight of yellow and black saber tooth tiger on her left shoulder. She feels her mouth go dry, stomach tighten and a slight throb between her legs. Her face heats up as she realizes she’s turned on by discovering that Trini has a tattoo. It hits her that she’s attracted to her best friend.


Two: the familiar burning sensation on her wrist comes. She moves her watch slightly to see a new letter begin to form. An I. Her heartbeat is so loud she hears it thumping in her ears. It’s like being thrown in cold water and she wonders how she never considered the possibility that the girl in front of her could be her soulmate. She looks at Trini and wonders if she knows, if she has any letters. It’s that moment that all the feelings she has been experiencing lately begin to make sense.


Three: as Trini reaches for the popcorn bowl her bracelets on her left hand shift and Kimberly catches sight of the three letters marking the skin. She freezes and her blood runs cold. Thoughts race through her head. Trini knew and never told her and there has to be a reason for that. She doesn’t want her, why else keep it a secret.


She goes through a rollercoaster of emotions in the span of a few seconds. Arousal, joy, (it’s a goal high) and then the hurt (a goal low). And it really fucking hurts knowing that your soulmate doesn’t want you, that you don’t deserve them.


She stands abruptly, the tv control falling to the wooden floor with a clash.


“Kim?” Trini turns to her with worry.


She runs.

Things I Remember When I’m Sad - GOT7 Edition

- Youngjae’s laugh first of all
- when Jackson told his parents he wanted to go to Korea to be a singer, his dad told him that if he could win a fencing competition that he could do it…and he did
- Mark’s old ramen hair
- oh man Jinyoung’s pointy fringe hairdo from way back in the Girls Girls Girls days
- how Jaebum’s freckles above his eye look a little like a piercing and it’s cute as hell
- whenever they prank Yugyeom by blaming him and getting ‘angry’ he always takes the blame and apologises even when he didn’t do anything wrong omg babe
- BamBam on ASC “how do you know I’m not I’m big” like son can u please chill
- how Jimin from ASC literally has to prepare herself mentally for these children coming on the show
- how Jackson is friends with like…everyone. Amber from f(x)? yup. Namjoon from BTS? Got it. 
- Yugyeom loves dramas
- Jinyoung evolved from JR to Junior to Jinyoung
- Jackson falling asleep in the hairdressers and waking up with the Stop Stop it hairstyle. bless
- Youngjae spoiling Fly live on v-app bc he got too excited playing with Coco
-legit how well Jinyoung and Youngjae are doing with their English, they don’t have to but they do it and they’re trying so hard
 - “IT’S NOT HARD…it’s not hard”
- Jackson’s giggle that sounds like a pixie or smthn
- Mark’s dad. what a blessing. the most savage
- how they all had a go at writing or composing songs in the new album
-  BamBam “there’s also this hyung - i won’t say his name - but he should stop wearing earrings”
- Jinyoung “what is your point” in english like wOW MARK GET REKT
- “I am jungle. Jungle is me.” - Jackson Wang, everybody
- the excessive amounts of ass-slapping that goes on in this group
- like the time Youngjae slapped BamBam’s ass so hard it made him physically shudder and call out in English
- Jinyoung pulling Mark back down onto his knee and saying “Sit- sit down - I’m your mom.
- “this is youngjae class”
- Yugyeom Hit The Stage
- Jaebum not letting him live: *sign of the cross* “HIP-HOP”
- how supportive they are of each other’s song-writing
- Jinyoung saying that he gave Yugyeom his favourite part to sing in Mayday
- Hard Carry butt wiggle dance
- the members taking the piss out of Jackson’s rap voice
- when they switch roles in their songs
- Mark’s “girl you’re my diamond” in Tic Tic Tok
- Mark’s random dedicated English parts in anything tbh, like in A, Mayday etc
- “eyyy swagger like me” Jackson in U Got Me
- the Home Run dance
- in the Fly dance practice, when BamBam steals Jaebum’s screen time and JB’s just so hurt
- Youngjae’s weird and hilarious dance in the Fly dance practce
- Mark’s face in every Just Right performance
- how Jackson always makes sure that anybody treating him like the leader direct the questions at Jaebum and when they don’t, he turns it around, “Jaebum-hyung, what did we do?”
- speaking of “jaebum-hyung” how offended Jackson is that he makes him call him his hyung when they were born in the same year
- when Jackson was making fun of Jaebum when he wasn’t there, thought he was coming, was so terrified and then got roasted by Jinyoung for the face he made
- how effected they all were by the Playground tribute the fans did for them at their fanmeet
- their Buzzfeed video that got a ton of new int. fans (whatup guys)
- the cola commerical they did
- the pink hair Mark had for like, 2 days
- the time Yugyeom shouted on “Jaebum-ah!” and the entire group was stunned 
- the best high note Jaebum will ever hit in his life in A
- Jackson is constantly run off his feet and met with horrible obstacles (the saesang fan incident with the car accident, being lonely overseas on his own etc) but always managing to be positive no matter what
- Yugyeom constantly grinding on everything
- when they made them all do sexy dances to JB doing an impression of a “sexy” singer on Weekly Idol but he got down at the end and started grinding the floor
- Jinyoung’s eye whiskers, like that is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen
- BamBam dissing Jaebum in Thai and rolling his R for like 14 seconds straight
- the If You Do dance in 2x
- Jinyoung taking his shoes off in the If You Do 2x dance
- how tall Yugyeom is, like you would need a stepladder to get to his height
- how when they debuted, BamBam was a smol child and now he’s this tall and deep-voiced bias wrecker? like sit ur ass down boi
- Mark literally just disregarding every rule of the kpop world and getting a huge tattoo
- Youngjae possibly (I’m praying he has) getting a tattoo
- how Jaebum’s managed to mellow out in the 2 years since they’ve debuted
- BamBam doing the girl group dances, somehow its funnier than when the other members do it and I have no idea why (like don’t get me wrong, Jaebum and Yugyeom doing it is hilarious)
- after Yugyeom got pranked and he went nuts screaming “GWENCHANA! NA GWENCHANAAAAA!” when everyone was trying to hug him
- Youngjae getting so hurt by Mark calling him “Jackson” (How are you Jackson? I’M NOT JACKSON)
- Youngjae impersonating an otter because Jackson told him to in their GOT2Day
- Markson
- JJ Project being a thing
- that video where Yugyeom is just running behind Jinyoung and Jaebum shouting, “Jinyoung pabo!” “Jaebum pabo!” and then “JJ Project!” and doing the song and dance to tease them
- Jaebum and Jinyoung literally having no idea ho idea how to get him back for that
- how Youngjae is constantly hitting everyone
- the time they threw a plastic cockroach at youngjae and he screeched
- how Youngjae and Jaebum have made multiple dick jokes to each other
- Jinyoung praising Yugyeom like a proud mum and being rewarded with Yug’s r00dness 
- seriously they don’t know what to do with this kid and it’s the best
- the time they went to the zoo and Jackson was shouting at the tigers
- Jackson and Jinyoung on the rollercoaster together and Jackson just screaming “JINYOUNGGGGGGG - JINYOUNG- JINYOOOOOUNNG!”
- BamBam and Yugyeom’s knowing-everything-about-each-other-already-so-they-barely-actually-talk relationship
- BamBam roasting Jackson for his fashion choices “I wish Jackson-hyung would stop wearing baggy trousers-” “I HAVE SHORT AND THICK LEGS WHAT ELSE AM I MEANT TO WEAR?” “I also wish hyung would stop wearing black.”
- Jackson and Eric Nam. “No one asked you, Eric.” “Oh, hey Eric.” “I HATE YOU ERIC”
- Jaebum’s fake snake bites tho…how did we get through that
- whenever Jaebum’s hair is longer
-  when Yugyeom’s hair is darker and not completely covering his forehead
- when Youngjae does sweat paws
- Mark wearing baggy jumpers
- Jackson having blonde hair
- or Jackson having his hair black but longer? oh damn
- Everything about BamBam in Flight Log:Turbulence era
- Mark’s “hard carry hey” I think goes without saying
- the way BamBam says “hungry” and the movement he does in the Hard Carry MV
- Jinyoung wearing stripes
- Youngjae’s smile
- that time Jaebum literally chased Yugyeom around a fanmeet hall 
- when Yugyeom almost peed himself laughing because Mark didn’t catch a ball
- BamBam: Call us Dab7
  Mark: No, you go be Dab7 by yourself.
  Youngjae: *loses his shit*
- during the episode of ASC in the Flight Log: Departure era where the members were constantly just saying “yas” “yaaaas” “yAAAAsss”
- “Markiepooh”
- When Youngjae came out of the trailerand on discovering the rest of them were filming shouted “My name is Youngjae! How are you!” and they were all like “no, stop it Youngjae”
- when Jaebum was cooking and told to speak in English and he literally just kept saying “and then” 
- how Jaebum hates speaking in English (god knows if I didn’t speak English, I’d hate being told to say things in it)
- when Jackson and Namjoon were having a rap battle and Jackson was like “please don’t diss me”
- how Jackson challenged Jooheon to a rap battle, and when Jooheon started realised it was a very bad idea and was like “hey no don’t do it like that you’re making me look bad”
- how GOT7 and BTS are so close (see: their shared stage, how excited Bangtan were when they saw Jinyoung in that elevator, how they all have each other’s numbers, how excited the 97 line are when they meet up)
- when they were on Weekly Idol for Flight Log: Turbulence, they introduced Jinyoung with his new name with a fan vid which included everyone at some point or another screaming his name
- Jinyoung’s savagery 
- Youngjae’s love for videogames
- how when Jackson was asked to speak French, he ended it on “paris baguette”
- how much Jaebum cringes when they bring up Dream High 
- “my dream is to dab with moose”
- “aka browny”
- how Jaebum had to turn his back on Yugyeom during the prank to compose himself because he couldn’t stop laughing before pretending to be really mad at him
- how far they’ve come in 2 years that they’re such a respected and loved group internationally and how peaceful the fanbase is in general

halcyongrl  asked:

Can you give me a tcc history lesson?? Like what the fuck is up with ericfuckingharris?

sit down kids and let vlad the dad tell y'all a brief history of some of the most famous shit to go down in the tcc.

• so, ericfuckingharris was a guy in the tcc around the middle of last year. of course, given there’s only 4 and a half boys in the tcc, girls were swarming all over him because he was a “hot guy”. or so these thots fucking thought. anyway, he gains a little fanbase of the thirsty girls in the tcc wanting to suck up to him, and everyone is worshipping him because he was a guy who was into all that kinky bdsm type of stuff. the girls went crazy, people either loved or hated him, but he was so popular because he was handsome and wanted to be called “reb”. basically eric harris wannabe. so, you may be asking, what the fuck even happened? turns out this guy was a fake, and the pictures he was using was of some (schottish?) instagram dude. this community was set a-fucking-blaze when this shit was discovered. the girls who were riding his dick were crying, people were saying “i told y'all so”, others were just shaking their fucking heads. you can search the “ericfuckingharris” tag on here and there’s still remnants of this train wreck.

• now let’s talk about the dylan klebold pillow ordeal, which i can’t believe some of y'all haven’t seen. a severely mentally ill girl by the url imagines4columbiners made a post about how she stole her mothers debit card to purchase a pillow case with dylan klebold on it. not even a real image of him, some weird ass drawing someone did of dylan and put it up on redbubble. she proceeds to say how she was going to fuck the pillow, but her mom got to the mail first and shipped it back. she said it was our fault and that we won, we got what we wanted. she was also posting pics of her feet for dylan klebold, and made a drawing of rachel scott being forced to give dylan a blowjob during the massacre. she also wrote a fic about eric raping dylan, and as you can already conclude the community was set ablaze again. i personally talked to her because i just couldn’t believe she was actually like this for no reason, and that’s when i got to know her. she’s 16, and she suffers from schizophrenia among many other mental illnesses. so i befriended her, i encouraged her to seek help and to leave the tcc because she really didn’t belong here after what she did, and really she was an all around nice kid but she had severe mental illness. people were pissed at me because i took the time to ask her what the fuck was wrong with her, but so be it. she’s getting professional help now and i know she’s on medication. last i talked to her she was on her way to a psych ward, so there’s that. anyway, it was fucking crazy from start to finish. search my blog for “imagines4columbiners” to see more.

• the time lynn ann (or a fake, still not sure) made a tumblr. y'all gotta know who she is. if not, google “lynn ann eric harris” and feel free to call a suicide prevention line afterwards. basically lynn ann was (probably still is) obsessed with eric harris. she’s severely mentally ill too, and she has a facebook as well as a youtube channel where she worships eric. okay, whatever, but she also goes on to bully the people who died that day. she’ll call them ugly, fat, retarded, ni**er, etc. she just spews the nastiest shit ever towards the victims. she has a pillow (like a big ass pillow) with a picture of eric harris on it. she also has a cup her brother got her, posters, etc. all over her room and she shows off her collection on youtube. view at your own risk.

• v-reb, that little shit. basically he’s a disgusting bigot. not only that, but because of him there was a nationwide panic over a shooter in australia. someone sent him some anons about how they were going to kill the people in their school, which was in australia. they had plans, where they were going to place the bombs, and how they were going to gun down the survivors. and what did v-reb do? laugh and encourage them to do so. then as if that wasn’t bad enough, that same anon, as well as others, went around to other blogs and told people the same shit. some anon said “be prepared for tomorrow, none of you will be laughing then.” or something like that. so basically, @v-reb encouraged a mass shooting, more and more people got the same anons, people were in a panic and everyone was scrambling to get the word out to the people in australia to stay home and stay safe because whoever it was sounded deadass serious. we contacted authorities, we managed to pinpoint someone who we believed was behind the threats, and now things have settled. i’ve gotten asks about how the schools in australia were on lockdown, how people were scared, etc. and v-reb continued to laugh and think it was all a joke and that it was funny. this kid is fucking sick and really i never wanted to beat someones ass so bad. take him as an example of what happens when you don’t beat your kids a few good times. ALSO here’s an update on @v-reb. they encouraged another shooting in england from some mentally ill boy who suffered a lot of trauma and abuse instead of encouraging them to get help. at this point they either get off on making this shit happen or they’re extremely fucking sick, so avoid this idiot at all costs. did i mention he’s only 15? yeah avoid him especially if you’re mentally i’ll because he’ll take advantage of that and try and encourage you to kill yourself or others.

• okay so @pledgeallegiance. this son of a bitch is literally always dragging people and shit. like will he ever stop? no. he literally just waits for some bigot to say some stupid shit and he’ll just have to drag them. it never fucking ends. also he claimed the title as the first ever black roofie in 2015 and wow???? he hates (most) roofies but he actually would know more about the case than most because he’s been following it since literally day one. but would anybody want to know from him bc he keeps dragging ppl? probably not. have you ever seen a black nazi? look no further. like what the fuck is even happening. his blog is supposed to be true crime but all i see is him roasting racists, reblogging gifs of avenged sevenfold, and riding the dick of dwayne stafford. literally the most cringeworthy person in the tcc hands down. also he roasts nazi’s and yet??? his friends call him black hitler like literally what the fuck is he doing anymore. no one knows what the fuck he’s doing anymore but he keeps getting followers.

• @whitepowercockkk. do not get me fucking started. this is a 61 year old man on here. he’s a neo nazi. swastika tattooed on his left tit, white supremacist through and through. he’s a columbiner, and his blog is filled with him praising eric and dylan as the “gods of columbine”, belittling the victims (similar to lynn ann), and making videos/edits showing his white supremacy and love for eric and dylan. he’s a methhead, that you can tell because he posts about shooting up and stuff. he’s also gay, and posts nudes with a swastika on his dick. so. if you look on his blog, you’ll see his videos, he’s there on camera smoking like a chimney and talking about eric and dylan and nazism. you know liz taylor from american horror story? he literally looks like her. no joke i think his blog is still up so go take a look if you’re brave. let’s not forget that he has a grey shirt and written in red are the words “i condone.” listen. listen. listen he’s like every edgelord on here wrapped into one. this is what happens when you don’t grow out of your nazi and columbiner phase after 18.

• OH GOD THE COSPLAYERS. listen. there’s people on here who, on april 20th, usually like to celebrate the massacre. they will dress up as eric and dylan with their friends, wear the shirts and the coats and the glasses and shit, and they’ll go to school dressed like that and take selfies and videos. two people from russia did this and they posed like eric and dylan in the suicide photo in their school library and just had someone take the picture. i am done.

• okay so now, to wrap it up, what the fuck happened today. now i’m not pissed or judging, but apparently some girls who call themselves the “roofiesquad”???? i dunno. apparently they were in a group chat, and they got an idea. they would make a fake tumblr, kinda like ericfuckingharris but with a twist. they made a fake tumblr, the fake person was a 17 year old boy, and they took someones pic off instagram and posted it. they were doing some sort of experiment??? and they wanted to see what would happen. so i think they did this for a day, and they said that in that day 50+ people followed that fake blog and a lot of thirsty ass girls tried messaging the fake guy. they said they wanted to see how gullible the girls in this community are and how they just swarm towards any guy in the tcc, so they decided to make this fake person, get a bunch of teens to jump all over it, and then posted about how it was all fake. i don’t know what the hell happened, but i’m pretty sure a bunch of girls here got humiliated and their feelings hurt because they hopped on the nearest dick they could find in the tcc.

so that basically sums up a good portion of the crazy shit that has happened in the tcc, there’s probably tons more but this is all i can remember off the top of my head

FUCK YOU - [ JIKOOK ]

Originally posted by gayjikookadi


In which you have the first sentence your soulmate will say to you tattooed on your shoulder, Jimin’s being “Excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh”.

Even though Jungkook doesn’t have as bad luck as Jimin does, he isn’t completely satisfied with his “Fuck you” tattoo either.




Jimin had been only three when his mother had told him about soulmates for the first time. He could remember it like it happened just yesterday. That was how clear the memory was.

“Jimin,” she’d said, sitting him down on his bed with an intense look in her eyes. “In your life, you will meet one person who is unlike anyone else. You’ll feel a pull towards them - the first time you lock eyes, you will feel like you’re suddenly whole again, after feeling like you’ve been missing something, no, someone your whole life.

You’ll know them when you meet, but if you ever doubt yourself, a tattoo will appear on your shoulder when you turn five. The first words they’ll ever say to you will be carved into your skin until the day your soulmate says them to you, the very day you’ll first talk to each other.”

Here, she smiled. Like she was remembering something amazing, something special. “And when you meet them, Jimin, don’t you ever let them go. If you lose them, you will feel broken again, and you will lose your will to live and die. Don’t you ever let them go.”

Jimin had thought that the first words his soulmate would say to him would be beautiful and poetic, that the words he would get would be something he could treasure.

Boy, was he wrong.

On his fifth birthday, his whole family gathered around the little boy. On the precise time he’d been born, his shoulder had started to bloom with a numbing pain, just like he’d been told multiple times before.

It took ten minutes - twenty, tops - until the feeling had finally started to fade. That was when he got the courage to glance at the tattoo resting on his collarbone.

“Mom, what’s a boner?” He had asked, as innocent as a lamb, after reading the sentence. She’d gasped harshly, as had most of his relatives, then took a look at his shoulder.

Excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh.

At the time, he had no idea what a ‘morning boner’ was, but as the seasons changed and the years passed, he found out exactly what it meant.

And Jimin started to wish that soulmates didn’t exist, so badly that he almost believed it.

Almost.

Because no matter how hard he tried to lie to himself, the truth was that he had the tattoo on his shoulder, and it would never change. And honestly, Jimin couldn’t help hating his soulmate just a bit for it.


***

Jimin pulled the oversized black and white striped shirt over his head and looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. The shirt left quite a bit of shoulder exposed, and he sighed as he traced a finger over the words. The black letters looked harsh on Jimin’s tan skin, and it made him cringe.

He’d gotten used to the tattoo over the years, but his friends hadn’t. Because of his (stupid) soulmate, he’d become the butt of fifty too many jokes, and, whenever his friends laughed, he wanted to break the nose of whoever would be brash enough to say this.

Stupid soulmates.

Jimin had sworn, when he’d been seventeen and incredibly annoyed after a particularly harsh (but slightly funny) joke, that the first thing he’d say to his soulmate when he met them, no matter who they were, would be a big “fuck you”.

That was what he thought about as he squeezed a generous amount of thick foundation on his fingers and started to spread it on his tattoo. His friends were bad enough; he didn’t need any strangers seeing it at today’s party, which was being hosted but the richest and most arrogant brat on the whole campus. Probably the whole freaking world.

Jeon Jungkook.

Jimin didn’t know the guy - hell, he hadn’t even talked to him - but he already didn’t like him. He was handsome and rich, and he definitely knew it. Jimin only had agreed to go to the stupid thing because his best friend, Hoseok, had convinced him to. In fact, Hoseok wanted Jimin to go with him so he could hook him up with Yoongi, Jimin’s other best friend. Not an exciting prospect, honestly.

“Jimin, come on! We’re going to be late!” Hoseok yelled through the bathroom door, banging on the wood with heavy fists. It was ten o’clock in the evening, and Hoseok was eager to meet with Yoongi, who would (hopefully) be his date for the night.

“Shut up, I’m coming,” Jimin mumbled, putting the foundation away when his tattoo was covered up the way it was supposed to be. He unlocked the door and pulled it open, glaring. Hoseok knew he hated being rushed, and his roommate gave him an innocent smile.

Hoseok was dressed in black skinny jeans and a plain white top, a blazer and sneakers thrown on for good measure. Very billionaire-playboy-chilling-with-a-glass-of-scotch.

“Woah, you look good”, he complimented him, and Jimin’s glare turned into a smile. He’d parted his hair to reveal his forehead, and even though he wasn’t the most confident person, he felt good about the way he looked for once.

“Now, can we go?” Hoseok pleaded, with big doe eyes for effect, and Jimin sighed.

“Fine, let’s get this over with,” he mumbled, grabbing a pair of black boots. Hoseok watched him pull them on, and Jimin muttered, “Calm down,” just when he was pulled out the door.

***

“Oh my God, I’m so nervous, I think I’m going to puke. I think I look green, do I look green?”

Jimin rolled his eyes, smiling fondly. Hoseok had been rambling for the past half hour, while they walked to the mansion where the party was supposed to be.

“You’ll be just fine, don’t worry. He might seem a bit cold, but I swear he’s all rainbows and unicorns inside,” Jimin said, doing his best to pry his best friend’s claws off his shirt (it was a gift, after all). He snickered when Hoseok kept muttering, ‘oh my God,’ as they arrived. The house was a mansion, almost as grand as Gatsby’s. What else would you expect from a rich brat?

As they made their way to the front door, Jimin started to look around. Yoongi had promised to be here; he owed Jimin a favor, which was why he had agreed to be Hoseok’s date for tonight. Otherwise he probably would’ve just stayed home, writing music in the almost-dark as usual (Yoongi’s dream was to be a famous rapper).

When Jimin finally spotted him, lounging near a wall with a stereotypical red solo cup in his hand, he grabbed Hoseok’s hand and started making his way towards the dark-haired man. Hopefully, he wouldn’t move before they got there.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, that’s Yoongi right there, oh my God, he looks so good”, Hoseok repeated the words like they were the only thing keeping him alive. It was a good thing the music was so loud, otherwise Yoongi would’ve heard. Hoseok was right, Jimin admitted to himself. Yoongi was dressed in all black, with a snapback pulled over his eyes, like in all of his rap videos.

Jimin pushed Hoseok towards Yoongi, who had noticed them and was now standing up straight. Jimin winked and gave Hoseok a thumbs up before he melted into the crowd.

He didn’t need to be a third wheel for the whole night. No, he’d much rather spend his time with some good ol’ shots of strong, liver-killing alcohol. Jimin wasn’t someone who drank often, but his choices were a) be sober and painfully alone or b) be alone and roaring drunk.

Not a hard choice, really.

He found his way to the alcohol and poured himself six shots with a smile on his face. Now that’s what we are talking about. He downed his first shot after he found himself a place to sit (he wasn’t planning on being in any condition to stand for much longer). From his spot, he could see almost everyone in the giant room. His eyes skipped over people until he saw someone he really didn’t want to.

The host of the party. None other than Jeon Jungkook himself.

Jimin scoffed. He was leaning back on the couch, girls and guys surrounding him with a girl in a silvery-blue dress on his lap. Jeon threw his head back in laughter.

He downed the second shot the moment he saw that stupid rich brat sucking faces with another student (wasn’t he Namjoon?). He was nowhere near drunk enough to see that. Another shot disappeared, burning its way down his throat.

A weird feeling bubbled in his chest as he watched the two suck each other’s souls out. He couldn’t quite give the emotion a name, but it felt a lot like… jealousy? No fucking way. Jimin almost laughed out loud at his thoughts, downing a fourth shot. They didn’t even know each other.

The rest of the night was a blur, but he was fairly certain he had ended up drinking way more than six shots. It resulted in some awkward interactions with other students, who were nearly as drunk as him, and of course, he had blacked out on the mansion’s floor before the party had even finished. He could’ve sworn he had seen Yoongi and Hoseok get along well. Of course, if your definition of getting along was kissing rather shyly in a secret corner.  

***

Jungkook saw the boy in the striped shirt the moment he’d walked in.

His silver hair that reflected the light perfectly, his plump lips that he bit when he tried not to laugh - every single thing about him seemed to draw him in. He’d come with someone who looked incredibly nervous, was that his boyfriend? His eyebrows furrowed, ever so slightly, and he shook his head. Why did he care? It was none of his business.

Still, his gaze followed him (wasn’t his name Park Jimin, or something?) intently as he navigated his way through the people in the party, until they reached a guy who looked like he’d rather be anywhere than here. The silver-haired male pushed his friend - something Jungkook had just realized -  towards the guy who had been leaning on the wall. He was short, like Jimin.

Jungkook watched Jimin slip into the crowd, the two boys left looking awkwardly at each other. He rolled his eyes. The two clearly liked each other; what was so hard about talking to each other and actually sharing a conversation instead of awkward, yearning glances?

Jungkook tried to find Jimin, but it was like he’d disappeared into thin air. Had he left? A weird feeling of desperation flushed through the Jungkook as he moved to sit on the couch, people crowding to sit around him. He spotted Jimin a few minutes after, sitting alone with a tray of shots in front of him. Jungkook watched him drink shot after shot, and grinned at the cute way he scrunched up his nose after every single one.

Woah, cute??

Time to move on.

Jungkook turned towards the group he was sitting with, mostly to Namjoon, who sat right next to him. Namjoon was good-looking, he couldn’t deny that, but why didn’t his dimples make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside? Why didn’t his smile make his stomach flip like Jimin’s smile did? Would Namjoon’s lips make Jungkook feel the way he felt when he saw Jimin?

That was what went through his mind as he leaned towards the platinum-haired male and captured their lips in a kiss that Jungkook found anything but passionate. He could taste alcohol in Namjoon’s mouth, and it most definitely didn’t make butterflies fly around his insides.

He felt like throwing up when he finally pulled away. That was their first and last kiss, Jungkook decided right then and there.

He bolted up from his seat and headed towards the bar - because alcohol was exactly what he needed to drown his feelings.

All Jungkook could remember after that was downing way too much whiskey, keeping his hands to himself way too little, and getting way, way too drunk.

***

Jimin let out a groan as he forced his eyes open, then let out another when he screwed them shut again. The sun was high up already, and the room  was annoyingly, incredibly bright.

There was an ogre in his head, kicking his brain and making everything tremble as revenge for last night. He almost wished he’d stayed at the dorms, cuddling into a fuzzy blanket while reading a good book. But the feeling of being carefree, being completely weightless, was worth the headache. And the nausea.

Jimin shifted to his side. There was something warm and soft, and he burrowed into that soft something, letting out a content sigh. That soft something smelled really nice, pine and cologne and something else, and he breathed in deeply.  After a few minutes of being comfortable, he heard a rumbly voice rasp entirely too close to his ear.

“Excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh,” the person groaned. The way his voice scraped around the edges made heat flood in his chest, like slipping into a warm blanket.

Jimin whined and nuzzled his face into the soft material, mumbling a small “fuck you,” as he did. A few seconds later, the soft something, or someone disappeared, and he hit his head on the cold, hard floor.

His headache split his head in half.

“Ow! What the fuck?” He yelped, sitting up and rubbing his eyes with the tiniest hint of a pout on his lips. When he finally managed to open his eyes, he jumped, nearly six feet in the air.

Jeon Jungkook was sitting in front of him, all messy dark hair and eyes that sparkled in the sun. Jimin’s heart jumped into overdrive.

“What did you just say to me?” Jungkook questioned, leaning forward ever so slightly, which made Jimin lean backward ever so slightly.

“Um, ‘fuck you’?” Jimin suggested carefully, playing with his hands and looking at his lap.

“Oh my God,” Jungkook mumbled. Jimin’s eyes turned into saucers when he started to take his shirt off.

“W-What do you think you’re doing?” he stuttered, failing miserably at trying to sound annoyed. Moments later, a sigh slipped past his lips at the image of Jungkook shirtless, the sun hitting his skin like he was a god.

And no, it wasn’t because of Jungkook’s toned chest or abs, not even his arms or beautiful golden skin, but because of the tattoo on his shoulder. Exactly where Jimin’s was. Exactly where the soulmate tattoo was supposed to be.

Fuck you.

“Are you kidding me?” Jimin snickered, his nervousness vanishing. He traced a finger over the words, curling black on golden skin, and nearly smiled when he felt Jungkook shiver. “Does that mean you actually just said ‘excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh’?”

Jungkook’s cheeks turned rosy, the prettiest shade of pink Jimin had ever seen, and he looked down on his lap when he nodded. For once, not the arrogant, spoilt brat. “Sorry about that,” he said, “it must’ve not been a very nice thing to have on your shoulder.”

But Jimin didn’t care about that. He didn’t care about any of that, anymore.

He had finally found his soulmate, his missing piece, and my God, was he beautiful.

“You stupid, rich brat,” Jimin smiled, carefully leaning towards Jungkook. His lips curved into a soft smile, headache long forgotten.

“You stupid shortie,” Jungkook muttered just before their lips met. It was like Sunday afternoons, warm and comforting, but there was a layer of passion, just underneath.

And Jimin felt a hole he never knew he had disappear.




(A/N) Ahhhhh the end! Such a fluffy oneshot i LOVE JIKOOK OK

ALSO special thanks to my babe @yoongsigh for the amazing writing prompt and to the lovely bb @quill-ink for editing this and making it 2356293859857 times better <333 ily guys <3 <3

Star (Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader)

Words: 4000+

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sex, ?

A/N: an anon requested a poly!hamilsquad x reader soulmate au and i had no idea how to do it so it’s been in my inbox for like a month. im so sorry i took so long ;-; i never posted this late (or early before so enjoy!)


“Y/N, for crying out loud, aren’t you the tiniest bit curious as to who it might be? I mean, come on, you have an incomplete triangle on your wrist!” Angelica said, trying to pull up your sleeve. You swatted her hand away, pushing it back down. She always pestered you about the mark on your wrist. Since she does not have one of her own, she tells you that she lives vicariously through you.

There were only a handful of people in the world that had markings on their skin. It was what scientists called soulmate links, people you were meant to be with. Unfortunately for you, and this was your opinion, you hated being one of the few to have it. You didn’t believe in people “meant to be together”, and would rather just find someone that you loved for who they are, not what your skin says.

And the mark on your wrist was so small, it could just be a birthmark.

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only fools fall for you (I’m a fool)

pairing: jikook

rating: nc16

genre: soulmate au, angst & fluff, implied smut

a/n: for day 7 of #jikook fluff week <3 combining the name tattoo au with this song & post! yall might wanna grab a fluffy bolster/stuffed toy to hug :^))) ahh I’m not even sure this came out coherent omg anyway, comments and notes are very much appreciated u ____ u please enjoy~

summary: “Those who pretend as if they don’t love you,

are the ones who would hate to see you love another person.”

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5,674 miles northeast [josh dun]

Originally posted by 21pilotsgifs

warnings: Language, Insecurities, Fluff

word count:4601

note: ***I came up with this idea of the soulmate and their tattoos and such, so if you want to use this idea for any other writing or use then please ask for permission before doing so. This soulmate AU is where each soulmate has a tattoo on their wrist of a compass, the dial (hand) spins to point in the direction of your soulmate. Underneath the tattoo, it says how many miles away said soulmate is. Also, if I am being honest, I don’t like my writing in this imagine. I might end up taking it down and reposting it later because it kind of sucks.

italics = josh’s pov


    5,674 miles Northeast.  

    Five thousand, six hundred, seventy four miles away from your soulmate.

    The number was so recurring, every time you sat in your house, the numbers reappeared. The same numbers: 5,674. This led to you assuming that his house was 5,674 miles away from your house.

    You pondered the number as you stared blankly at the ink that permanently sat on the skin of your forearm. The image of a detailed compass was imbedded there, just staring back at you. However, it was not the beautifully designed compass that bothered you, it was the numbers and letters written underneath it that urked you.

    He was so far away.

    The one person that you longed for most in life, was almost six thousand miles away from you.

    The only things you knew about him were how far he was and what direction he was in.

    5,674 miles Northeast from your position.

    You didn’t even know his name.

    Wiping away a tear that had fallen, you stood from the tan plush couch cushions you had previously been sitting on, and walked towards the direction of your kitchen. Sighing when you pulled out a mug for a cup of coffee, you looked back down at the tattoo.

    You really needed him there. You needed his warmth and his company; you needed his comfort and his laughter. He was the only one you needed to pick you up when you were sad, and the only person you wanted to be with when you were excited and happy. Somewhere out there, he was waiting for you, probably wishing for the exact same things.

    Filling your mug to the brim with the warm brown coffee, you headed back to your living room where you picked up your bag. Tossing it over your shoulder, you headed out the door to your car, where you began driving to work.

    Josh sat in his house with Tyler by his side.

    They were going over ideas for an upcoming music video, but Josh just could not seem to focus. He was staring absentmindedly at his tattoo, tracing his index finger over the delicate spirals and lines.

    5,674 miles NorthEast.

    He was so far away from the one person he needed in life.

    Of course, Josh was happy. He had Tyler, his best friend; he had his mom and his family. They loved him and supported him with everything they had. He would never take that for granted because he knew the importance of family and friendship. Josh was getting everything he needed from them, just not from you - the one person he truly wanted those things from.

    Josh was shaken out of his thoughts when Tyler nudged his shoulder.

    “Hey, man,” Tyler spoke, his voice quiet as they were the only two people in the room, “What’s going on? You’ve been a bit distant lately.”

Josh shook his head and smiled softly at his best friend, dropping his arm to his lap.

“It’s nothing,” Josh managed, “Just something stupid.”

Tyler once again nudged Josh in the shoulder, smiling goofily, “Josh, nothing you have to say is stupid. You can tell me anything.”

Josh looked up at his greatest friend and genuinely smiled. The two had been friends for so long that they understood when something was wrong with the other, even if they denied it. Josh was so thankful to have Tyler in his life in such cases.

“It’s just that-” Josh cut himself off and raised his tattooed arm to his eyesight again, “I miss her. Is that weird? To miss someone that I’ve never met?”

Tyler chuckled and shook his head, “Nah, man. It happens, I used to miss Jenna before I met her. It’s just something that happens because you know that they are out there and not here.”

Josh nodded his head and went back to tracing the elegant designs on his forearm. He stayed silent for a few moments, pondering what you looked like and what your personality was life. He often wondered about such simple things; like the color of your eyes or how tall you were. These were just small things that made him chuckle and smile fondly at the imprint engraved on himself.

Tyler looked at his friend and laughed softly, “You’ll meet her soon, buddy. Soon.”

Josh nodded before telling his friend that they should get back to work. Tyler nodded, and the two best friends went back to talking about ideas for a music video; this time, Josh contributed more to the conversation and gave ideas. All the while, he was wondering whether or not you would like what they were planning.

When you finally arrived at work, you were already exhausted.

You had driven through traffic because of an accident on the highway, and you had to take a longer route to your job because the same highway had to be shut down. Along the way, you had spilt your coffee onto yourself, the piping hot liquid soaking through your clothes and causing you to let out a few colorful curse words. The action had made you turn your car around and head home so that you could change your clothes to something that was not covered in coffee. Everything was just going wrong today.

Dropping into your seat and closing your eyes, you let out a tired huff.

From beside you, your friend chuckled at your behavior.

“Wow,” She laughed, “What’s got you all worked up?”

You sighed and opened your eyes, turning to face her smiling face. You let a smile of your own grace your face as you looked at your long time friend. You had met on your first day of work, immediately becoming friends.

“Just getting to work today was awful and I don’t have enough energy to even get started right now,” You groaned and threw your head back against your chair, “I had to take another route to work because the highway was closed and then I spilled coffee on myself and had to go home to change. Then I couldn’t find another outfit because everything was dirty and I keep looking at this stupid tattoo that keeps telling me that I’ll never meet my soulmate because he’s insanely far away.” You continued to ramble about the worst day of your life before your friend cut you off.

“Hey, babe,” She comforted, “You’ll meet him one day, you just have to be patient.”

Tears began to well in your eyes as you thought about it. Yeah, you’d eventually meet him, but what if he did not like what he finally saw. What if he didn’t like your weight or your looks? After all, you were not that skinny and in your opinion you were not that pretty. What if he doesn’t like your personality? What if he hates the things you like?

Endless ‘what if’ questions ran through your head and you looked down at your hands, playing with your fingers and letting tears fall onto the black ink engraved on your arm.

You friend frowned sadly as she watched you, and then she stood and approached your saddened frame. She nudged you as a sign to scoot over and you complied, giving her a spot to sit next to you. She grabbed your shoulders and guided you into her body, letting you cry into her shoulder.

Gently shushing you, she pulled you back so she could question why you were so sad, “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head and wiped tears off of your face, trying to cover the red blotchy eyes that had come with the tears.

“I’m just worried,” You whimpered, “I’m scared that he won’t love me”

Your friends face fell and she tilted her head with a look of sympathy and understanding, “Oh honey.”

You looked back at her, not wanting her pity, but continued nonetheless, “I just feel like when he meets me, he won’t like what he sees. Like, he won’t like that I’m not as skinny as other girls, and that I don’t wear makeup like them. I’m not pretty or smart and I just feel like he won’t like it.”

Your friend pulled you back into her arms and rubbed her arms along your back, murmuring comforting words to you before she pulled you back once again.

“Those things don’t matter; whether you are smart, skinny, tall, short, or whatever. He’s going to love you no matter what; no matter the circumstance, no matter what you look or act like, no matter what things you’ve been through. That’s why he’s your soulmate. This man was made specifically for you; he was made to love you and only you. He is going to love you until the end of time, no matter what happens. Even if you don’t like what you see in the mirror, it doesn’t matter because he will,” She rambles.

By the time she finishes her speech, you are in tears again; the words moving you so much that you sob into her shoulder once more.

Your friend just chuckles, knowing that you realized her words were true. She rubs circles into your back and tells you to get back to work with a reassuring smile. You comply and push her out of your chair, laughing when she stumbles to the floor. She gets back up, laughing, and shoved you back. Both of you let out squeals before returning to your work.

Hours later, at your lunch break, your friend sits by your side once again.

All of the sudden, her head shoots up and she looks at you with glee in her eyes, “Oh my gosh! I almost forgot to tell you!”

You laugh at her squeals before asking what she was talking about.

She looked at you with a glint in her eye before opening her mouth to explain, “Well, you know how your favorite band Twenty One Pilots is coming into town for a concert in two days?”

You nod and then sigh, “Yeah, but I’m too poor to afford any tickets.”

Said friend began to smirk at your reply which caused you to look at her as if he was insane, “What’s wrong with your face?” You laugh.

She laughed before beginning to speak, “Well, I just so happened to get a bonus at work last week and may have bought two tickets to see said band.”

Your jaw drops.

“No way,” You speak, shock and amazement evident in your voice.

Your friend giggles, “Yes way!”

You laugh excitedly before leaping out of your seat and running towards her. She laughs along with you as you grasp her into a tight hug, feeling ecstatic for once in your life.

“I love you, I love you, I love you!” You ramble to your best friend as you dance around the room, the both of you laughing and crying because you finally get to see your favorite band live in a few days.

A few hours later, you arrive home and collapse onto your bed with a huge, giddy smile on your face. You reach a hand up, once again beginning to trace the tattoo on your arm.

Then you notice something.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you look at your tattoo and notice that the number had dropped.

4,245 miles.

And the number was dropping quickly.

Twenty minutes: 3,981.

An hour: 2,432.

Wherever he was, he must have been on a plane.

You gasp in happiness. He was heading in your direction.

He was heading to you.

You collapsed into your bed with the same smile on your face, but this time it was ten times wider.

Josh Dun was ecstatic.

He might have the chance to meet his soulmate.

He was heading on tour, flying to their next stop when he noticed the numbers on his arm were changing. They were dropping quickly, meaning that he was getting closer to you.

His heart thumped in his chest, and he turned to shake Tyler. Josh was so happy that he almost woke bystanders on the plane when he spoke to his best friend.

Tyler shot up when Josh nudged him before sending him a questioning look to him when he noticed nothing was wrong.

“Look!” Josh nearly shouted, “The numbers! They’re going down!”He turned his forearm to the side so that Tyler could read the numbers on the side: 2,432 miles.

Tyler smiled and patted his friend on the shoulder, “Congrats, buddy.”

Josh smiled giddily and looked at the screen in front of him. The plane had installed television screens to the back of each seat so that people could watch movies and monitor their flight path. He leaned forward to click the screens ‘Your Flight’ button. He watched with nerves in his stomach as it loaded the flight pattern.

When it finally loaded, he looked closely at the little plane illustration that would tell him how far their destination was from where they were currently.

His heart thudded wildly and his stomach was lurching as he searched the screen for the number that would tell him how close he was going to be to his soulmate.

When his eyes caught sight of the number, he almost passed out; his heart leaping out of his chest. The corners of his mouth turned up so high that you would have thought Josh was on drugs.

Tyler looked at his friend with surprise on his face and moved so that he could see the screen that Josh had moved away from.

Tyler smiled in happiness when he read the number.

2,400.

Two days later, you were sitting on your couch next to your friend.

Both of you were hanging out before you had to get ready for the concert that night. While sitting on the couch, you were both marveling at the tattoo on your arm. 32 miles. He was in the same town that you were in right now.  

You had been tempted to go out and find him, but your friend had convinced you to wait until after the concert because she was afraid that once you found him, you wouldn’t be able to leave him.

In an hour, the both of you were about to leave for the concert; you had taken a shower and changed into a pair of black jeans, a twenty one pilots shirt, and you old, worn converse.

When your friend had approved your outfit after making you spin a few times, you were ready to leave. Both of you entered her black Jeep Wrangler, you sitting in the passenger seat and your friend in the driver’s seat.

While driving to the stadium, you noticed that the numbers continued to drop, so you turned to face your friend, “Hey, so how far is the auditorium we are going to?” You questioned her with a spark behind your eyes.

She looked at you with confusion swirling in her own eyes before answering your question, “I don’t know, maybe thirty miles?”

You grinned madly at the words, “Really?”

She once again looked confused before realizing what you were thinking, “Oh my gosh, no way!”

You laughed at her and nodded your head, “He’s going to be there.”

Your soulmate was going to be at the concert.

He was going to be within your reach.

The numbers on your wrist were going to dwindle down to zero.

You laughed as tears filled your eyes, and you thought about what he might look like. Was he tall? Short? Was he blonde or brunette? What was his personality like? Was he kind and sweet or was he stubborn and strong? You desperately hoped it was a mix between the two.

Finally reaching the stadium, you looked down at your wrist to see the numbers imprinted there - no, number.

One.

One mile.

You were one mile from your soulmate and he was one mile from you.

A brilliant smile graced your face and you violently tapped your friend’s shoulder. She spun around quickly, ready to yell at the person who would not leave her alone, but stopped when she noticed it was you. Instead of screaming, she just pushed you back and questioned what was wrong.

You excitedly showed her your arm and the both of you squealed in utter joy.

“I’m going to meet him!” You cried, “I’m actually going to meet him!”

Your friend, who had already found her soulmate, was congratulating you, hugging you to her and giggling about how she would not see you as much because you would be with him. Of course, she did not mind because she knew what it was like to have a soulmate in her life.

Hours later, after the concert had started, you were in general admission, having the time of your life. Jumping around to Polarize and Heavydirtysoul, made you completely forget about the ink engraved on your skin. Instead, you jumped around and sang your heart out as your favorite band played right before your eyes.

When the last song finally finished, Tyler yelled out into his mic words about how fun the concert had been and how he wished they could have stayed longer. You and your friend sighed as the two left the stage, leaving you and the rest of the audience to filter out.

When you reached the car, you still had not remembered the tattoo; only when you finally reached your house, did you look down to your wrist and then scream in frustration. You had not realized that you had forgotten about it, and now you would not get that same chance again.

Sighing and letting tears soak your shirt, you layed back onto your bed and punched the pillow. It was not the best way to filter your anger, but at the moment, you could not think of a better way.

When you finally wore yourself out, you collapsed onto your bed and closed your eyes.

That night, you dreamt of him. You dreamt of him holding you in his strong arms and whispering how much he loved you.

It was the best nights sleep you had gotten in awhile.

It was minutes before the concert was to begin, and Josh was nervous. He always got a few pre-show jitters, and they were just starting to hit.

He bounced his leg up and down as he sat on a couch backstage. Tyler sat next to him, enveloped in his phone; he was probably texting Jenna.

Josh, who was feeling more nervous then he usually did, reached down and began rubbing the tattoo on his forearm. It was a habit he had picked up when he was nervous. Rubbing the tattoo made his think that you were there with him, helping him with his nerves.

Tyler looked up from his phone at his friend, watching how her played with the ink on his arm, as he often did. The singer laughed and nudged his friend, “You’ll be fine, Josh. These people love you.”
    Josh looked up at Tyler, not stopping his motions, and then he replied, “Yeah, I know, but I don’t know why I’m feeling so nervous all of the sudden. Usually I get a few nerves before shows, but they usually are not this bad.”

Tyler sighed and looked to his friend, trying to decide what he should do to help.

That’s when he noticed it.

The bold faced number sitting on Josh’s arm.

The number one.

Tyler immediately grabbed Josh’s wrists to take a closer look at that ink, trying to see if he had seen it wrong. Josh shrugged away, surprised at the sudden movement. Tyler had grabbed Josh’s arm and trapped it between his hands, looming over it like a lion did to his prey.

Josh laughed, “What the fuck is going on?”
    Tyler looked shocked as he looked up at his best friend, raising Josh’s wrist to his face, “I think I know why you’re so nervous.”
    Josh took one look at his wrist with a sigh, not wanting to see the numbers again.

But then he faltered.

The number was so small yet meant so much.

She was one mile, maybe even less, away from him. He could finally wrap his arms around her and tell her how much he needed and missed her. Josh leaped to his feet and looked closer at his arm.

“Holy shit!” He yelled out, “Holy fucking shit!”
    Tyler stood up next, embracing Josh like a brother would.
    “Congrats, man! You finally get to meet her!” Tyler spoke, “She’s probably at the concert.”
    Josh did not say anything, simply stared at his forearm in wonder. So many thoughts were running through his head about how this moment would go. Josh knew that when he saw you he would know that you were his soulmate. For some odd reason, Josh just knew that he would know.

A security guard stepped forward, putting his body in front of the pair. He told them that the show was starting and they had to get on stage.

Josh sighed and turned to Tyler, who had told him they would look for her after.

The red-haired man smiled and agreed, wanting nothing more than to see you for himself.

During the concert, Josh managed to forget about you for a few moments, and instead focused on drumming. It was his passion; his greatest skill. Josh loved drumming so much, and he was so lucky that he got to play them beside his friend.

After the concert had ended, Josh immediately ran backstage to change. He threw on a shirt and changed his sweaty shorts into jeans before he took off towards his car. Tyler followed closely behind, shouting at Josh to get in the passenger seat to tell him where to go.

His wrist read, TWO MILES SOUTHEAST.

Tyler started the car without a second thought and began driving the exact direction the compass had told him.

Seconds later, Josh had arrived at the spot. However, the numbers kept changing. It increased to a number one, then two. It occurred to him that she must have been in a car.

Josh hollered at Tyler to keep driving, so Tyler did.

They followed his wrist compass, as crazy as it sounded, until they reached a quieter neighborhood. The number hit zero when Tyler pulled up next to a gas station.

Josh stared at his wrist in wonder.

It said zero.

His soulmate must have been right in front of him.

Unbuckling his seatbelt and throwing open the car door, he ran towards the only other car in the parking lot of the gas station.

Seconds before he reached it, the passenger side door opened, and the most beautiful girl Josh had ever seen stepped out. She looked down at her wrist frantically, before she looked up and moved around, looking as if she were searching for something. It then hit Josh; that was his soulmate.

The girl with the beautifully, silken hair and glowing eyes. She moved with such grace and beauty that Josh wanted to melt. He stood frozen as he watched her, until she looked up at him.

She froze.

Then she looked down at her tattoo once, as did Josh, and then they were running towards each other. It was as if they both just knew.

Josh took off, his feet carrying him faster than he ever had before. He was panting, tears already beginning to fall from his eyes as he watched you take off towards him. Josh opened up his arms just as you reached him, letting your body crash into him. He lifted your body off the ground and your legs wrapped around his waist. Josh let out a small cry of happiness and he buried one of his hands in your hair. The other one supported your butt, so that you did not fall. One of your hands ran frantically through his hair, and the other squeezed his shoulder. Josh then felt tears leak onto his shoulder, and he pulled your face away so that he could look at you better.

His breath was taken away.

You were so beautiful.

Josh let out a happy sob and pressed his forehead to yours. Still letting out small cries of your own, you pulled his wrist up to your face so that you could compare tattoos.

They were exactly the same.

You cried out in joy and buried your face back in his neck. Josh chuckled and buried his own face into your hair. He let tears fall from his eyes as he clutched you tightly to his body before he spoke, “You have no idea how long I have been waiting for you.”

When you replied in a voice that sounded cherubic, Josh melted, “I guess I could say the same.”

Josh laughed and he set you back onto your feet so that he could connect his lips to yours.

It may have seemed unrealistic to anyone watching them; two strangers meeting and kissing for the first time. However, it was not weird to the two people kissing. They had finally found that one person that suited them, and they were ecstatic.

Josh clutched you close to him as he let his lips freely claim yours. He tilted his head to the side so that he could have a better angle when he kissed you, and you complied, tilting yours in the opposite direction. Your lips were soft and tasted sweet, like strawberries and chocolate. Josh sighs happily, and let his tongue slip into your mouth. You moved one of your hands up to bury itself in his hair and he let out a small moan.

When Josh finally managed to pull himself away, he introduced himself, “Hi, I’m Joshua Dun.”

You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, introducing yourself, finishing the statement with, ‘I can’t believe my soulmate is Joshua fucking Dun.”

Josh had giggled at the remark before getting a bit more serious, “So, 5,674 miles.”

You sighed and let out a ‘yeah.’

A lightbulb went off his Josh’s head and he spoke to you with absolute joy in his voice, “How about we reduce that number to zero? Go on tour with me.”

  You looked up at him with a confused yet excited look in your eyes, not believing that you’re soulmate was Josh Dun, and he just invited you on tour with him.

Letting a few more tears slip from your eyes, you connected your lips once more before you pulled away and spoke, “Yes.”
 

fawnvanilla  asked:

Psst you got any good sick or injured Keith fic recs?

OK! finally getting around to answering this. sorry it took so long but ive like literally had to go through all of my bookmarks to find some, and even then the ones im about to rec are pretty loose on the sick/injured Keith.

Needless to say, theres lots of angst, some have happy endings, some dont. Ill add the warnings in for each rec


Finding Home by spacegaykogane

Warnings: N/A
Summary: After the wormhole collapses, Keith finds himself stranded on a strange planet. Alone. Until Lance comes along.
With their lions dead and resources limited, Keith and Lance need to put aside their differences and work together to get home.
Wherever that may be, now.
WC: 26966 (6/6)
General Notes: Its the typical fic of Lance and Keith getting stranded on a planet post s1 wormhole collapse. From what i remember its told mostly through Keith’s pov and I enjoyed it for all its worth. 7/10

we’ll make it, you and me by asexualrey

Warnings: Major character injury
Summary: “Keith, if we make it out of this alive, I’m going to kiss you.”
WC: 6421
General Notes: I really wish i remembered more of this one, i can only tell you that it was good. Lance is the one that ends up hurt the most, but like both of them are pretty beat up. 8/10

The Six Gun Sound (Our Claim to Fame) by Mytay

Warning: N/A
Summary“We’re not robbing the bank of the biggest crime lord here, Lance. Do you have a death wish?!”“Let’s just do our damn best to not die. I am too gorgeous to expire this early, dude — I haven’t even hit my prime yet.”Six weeks after crashing landing on this miserable world, the Red and Blue Paladins are on the verge of losing everything. This is how Lance and Keith turned it all around and earned their badass reputation as The Two McClains: Mercenaries That Get The Job Done.
WC: 13181
General Notes: They both get pretty scuffed up in this one, and its more of that dynamic duo action. i really love these two as space mercenaries/pirates. 8/10

Keith’s Scar by 61feathers

Warning: N/A
Summary:Keith and Lance comfort each other later after Keith tells everyone he is Galra.Lance didn’t get the chance to tell Keith his scar is actually really sexy though.
WC: 1134
General Notes: Short and sweet post ep8. You know that shoulder injury he gets, all about that. 8/10

all we have to do by akinghtley

Warning: N/A
Summary: Keith gets hurt during a mission, and Lance is not sure how to handle that.Lance wakes up on the floor outside of the medical bay, jerking wildly, body a mess of aches and twinges.
WC: 19418
General Notes: summary pretty tells all there is to this fic, and its pretty much all this, and Lance not knowing what to do with himself really. I loved it. 9/10

Don’t Forget to Remember Me by CamelotQueen

Warning: N/A
Summary: Keith recognizes him immediately. Alarm bells go off in his head. This person is important, he thinks. He wishes he could remember.“Keith!” he exclaims, “Look who’s finally awake. How are you feeling today?”Keith falters. His mind is working a mile a minute trying to recall this person’s name, what he is to him.“Um… who are you?” he asks dumbly. He immediately regrets it._______Keith suffers from dissociative amnesia.
WC: 4107
General Notes: a;sdkjgnasah this fic, holy shit, keith with amneisia kills me. my heart hurt the whole time, ust ughhhh. He’s not necessarily hurt but Lance is there taking care of him and boy, the domestic life suits them, but damn does it hurt. 10/10

Homecoming by Thesis

Warnings: Major Character Death
Summary: Two deaths and one funeral. Keith has trouble readjusting to Earth and Lance has trouble dealing with Keith.
WC: 9845
General Notes: I’m emotional over this still and i havent read it in forever ok/ thats all i gotta say. 9/10

bruises by Chaosandthecalm

Warning: N/A
Summary: “Show me how much you hate me.”Keith wants to know what Lance’s problem is. The answer might surprise him.
WC: 3632 (3/3)
General Notes: Boys being boys and being idiots. What can you do. 7/10

Of booty shorts and Injuries by Queerklancing

Warning: N/A
Summary: Keith is sure that he’s having a heart attack. Or that he hurt his brain when he fell earlier. Because it’s simply not possible that the boy who’s sitting next to him is not a hallucination. How could someone so gorgeous just sit in an emergency room at night?"Keith and Lance unexpectantly meet at the emergency room in the middle of the night.
WC: 23862 (4/4)
General Notes: lmao this one is great, def not as heavy as the others, but both of these doofuses get injured. keith is a hockey player and lance has legs for days. enjoy. 10/10

Prison Bonds by GriffinRose

Warning: N/A
Summary: Keith and Lance are captured and stuck in a cell together, but it’s not the Galra. They almost wish it was. These Cordalians feed off of emotions, and their favorite emotion is sadness. Worse, they’ve found a way to make their victims relive their worst memories to make that pain fresh again, and Keith has a lot of terrible memories he’d rather not relive.
WC: 18925 (8/8)
General Notes: just read it. please. 10/10

Heroes by battleshidge/Amiria_Raven

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Summary: “My mom always hated the Garrison and what we were supposed to do there. I never got it. How can you despise the idea of being a hero?” Lance laughed a little here, dryly. “But I think I understand now.”He took a shuddering breath.“Because heroes aren’t meant to survive,” he choked, and then buried his face as the tears started falling again.
WC: 8463
General Notes: askgjnafbab, lance breaking down in this fic hurt my heart. 8/10

of florists and tennis shoes by venpast

Warning: N/A
Summary: 'Lance wasn’t sure if he’d imagined the brief tremble at the corner of Keith’s lips or not, that slight stutter that promised a smile. But before he could guess further, Keith gave his knee a shove and got to his feet. He reached out to him, “I’m done here, and I’ve still got some daisies to sell you.”“Yeah,” Lance agreed, looking down at the extended palm, noting the little Saturn tattoo on the inside of Keith’s wrist where the sleeve hiked. He took the hand, “better not overprice those too, you asshole.”’(in which lance is a broke university student trying to impress a pretty girl with flowers, but ends up falling for the florist that sells them instead.)
WC: 63774 (11/11)
General Notes: This isn’t the kind of physical hurt that most people think of, but Keith does get emotionally hurt in this one and it just breaks my heart. i really loved this, its wonderfully written, and its just, wow. 10/10

Echoes of the Past by Gigapoodle

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Summary: It was his fault. He shouldn’t have retreated – he should have ran after them, Galra forces be damned, and ripped the red paladin right out of his weaponized hands, shooting the commander dead on the spot.But he hadn’t. Lance stood there, frozen with adrenaline and fear, before backing out with tears in his eyes, justifying it to himself by saying, ‘he won’t get far, we can easily get him back once I have Voltron with me.’He’d forgotten they didn’t have Voltron. He’d forgotten that without Keith, Voltron was nothing.Keith is Galra. Keith is gone. Keith is Galra. Keith is gone.
WC: 28197 (yes one chapter)
General Notes: this is more along the lines of keith finding out he is galra and hence running away its still one of the best fics in this fandom imo. 10/10

i can’t help but want by aknightley

warning: N/A
Summary: Lance deals with the aftermath of being sucked into a black hole and stranded on an alien planet.When Lance wakes up, all he can see is blue.
WC: 16921
General Notes: more of klance being stranded on a planet post wormhole collapse, and just yes. 10/10

Just Static by Jessadilla/wobblyarms

Warning: N/A
Summary: –Static—–iro, Hunk, Kei—, nybody? I’m—–static—-I’m sorry guys. This is all my—-static–cc—–I found my coordinates. They’re—stttcc–guys. I hear something—–scccc–end transmission-Alone on a hostile planet, transmissions aren’t getting through. How did it come to this?
WC: 84141 (16/16)
General Notes: just holy fuck. this fic made me cry, like straight up. it is more than likely one of the few fics that have made me cry, and i dont cry easy. 100/10

The Joker x Reader- “What You Wish For”

He always blurs out things when he’s mad and takes it out on the wrong people. If he wants you and your daughter to be gone, why not grant his wish? After all, the great Joker doesn’t need anybody around.

“…and you two are always around, I wish you would just disappear!” J grumbles, irritated that his plans for last night’s kidnapping went downhill. Of course he has to take it on somebody and since you and your daughter happen to be right there…again…

“Hey, knock it out!” you urge him, noticing Emma squeezing harder on her teddy bear. She keeps on looking at you and her dad, uneasy. “That would be enough, don’t say things like this in front of our kid!” you frown, stopping what you’re doing for the moment, which is folding her little dresses.

“I mean it, I want you two to vanish! You are in my way, I want to be alone! I need peace and quiet,” he snarls, pacing around the living room, pointing his finger at Emma.

“Where…where should I go, daddy?” she whimpers, backing out a bit.

“I don’t give a damn, just get out of my sight!” The Joker replies, going out on the balcony.

“Are you serious?!” you mutter, not believing what just came out of his mouth. Emma starts crying and you have to go and hug her, trying to comfort a child that doesn’t understand her father’s outbursts. “Daddy didn’t mean it, honey, ok? He’s just upset. Go get ready for bed and I’ll come tuck you in. Stop crying, he didn’t mean it,” you wipe her tears, feeling your heart sink.

“D-does daddy h-hate me?” she stutters in your ear, sniffling.

“No, of course not, never! He can’t hate his little Pumpkin, there’s no way,” you smile, reassuring her, caressing her back to make it better. “Come on, go get ready, I’ll be right there,” and you put her down, watching as she slowly heads towards her bedroom. You deeply inhale and follow J on the balcony, determined to make things right.

He is sitting on the couch, fidgeting with his gun. You stomp towards him and yank the pistol out of his hand, tossing it on the concrete.

“Don’t say mean things to your daughter, do you hear me? She’s not even 6 yet!”
“Get lost, Y/N!” he growls, pushing you away.

“No, I’m not getting lost!” you place yourself in front of him again. “You made her cry, are you happy about that? All that she knows is that you’re her dad and she loves you, she doesn’t grasp your … complicated behavior,” you make it sound as nice as you can since you want to strangle him on the spot.

“Shut up, Y/N!” J reaches for his gun but you take his hand and hold it in place.

“No, you have to go and make it up to her; you shouldn’t say such horrible things to Emma! I don’t care you are in a foul mood, deal with it!” you snap at him, annoyed. You let go of his hand and lift his chin up, forcing him to look at you since he’s avoiding your gaze.

“Is she…really crying?” he sighs, biting on his cheek. The bitter expression on your face confirms it. The Joker grunts, suddenly relaxing his shoulders and unexpectedly burying his face on your tummy. “I didn’t mean it…” you hear his muffled voice and you kick his shin, distancing from him.

“What would you do without us, hm? Don’t take us for granted!” and you turn your back, storming inside, not waiting for an answer. It won’t be a nice one anyway.

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The Joker gets inside Emma’s room, watching her play with the toys before bedtime.

“What are you doing, little Princess?” he asks, scratching his head because he doesn’t really know how to handle the situation.

“Waiting for mommy to put me to bed,” she answers getting up from the carpet, a bit startled, squeezing on her teddy bear.

“Wanna fix my hair?” J offers, fully aware that’s her favorite thing to do.

“Really?” she gasps, already searching for the comb, so excited for the opportunity. Children have such a way of being resilient.

He seats on the floor with the back against her bed. She crawls behind him and carefully starts combing his green hair, tracing the strands with her tiny hand.

“Ahhh, that feels good, Pumpkin Pie,” he purrs, closing his eyes. “You’re doing a great job. Can you purr for me?”

She leans over and makes some silly sounds, trying so hard to imitate him and J chuckles, grabbing both of her hands and covering them in kisses.

“I don’t want you to go away, alright?” J tils his head backwards, watching her giggle when he tickles her sides.

“Ok, daddy,” she kisses his Damaged tattoo and he senses that weird ache in his chest again. It’s a strange type of pain The Joker can never quite pinpoint.

You stop in the doorway, leaning against the wall and watch them, pleased your daughter looks happy now.

“Time for bed, honey,” you announce but let him tuck her in. “Did you do daddy’s hair? It looks great,” you praise her, kissing her goodnight and Emma nods a yes, thrilled you like it.

The Joker leans over to cover her with the blanket and kisses the tip of her nose. Emma locks her hands around his neck and pulls him down so she can hug him.

“I love you, daddy,” she snickers, waiting for him to say it back.

“Me too,” J shortly replies, attempting to get out of it.

“No, daddy, you have to say it!” your daughter whines and it makes you so proud.

Good girl, you think. You’re the one that taught her to make J say the words because he needs to: a reminder never hurts.

“I did,” he cheats, trying to trick her.

“No, you have to saaaaay it,” she cups his face, waiting.

“You sound like your mom, you know that?” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Fine, I love you too; are we done here?” J mumbles, kissing her one more time and letting go.

“Yes, daddy, we’re done,” she snatches her teddy bear from you and widely smiles when you wink at her, approving the strategy you worked on so hard. She’s not your kid for nothing.

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J watches you change for bed and you glance at him, not being in the mood to talk anymore. He doesn’t say a word either so you just turn off the light and go on your side of the bed, knowing you will fall asleep soon because you are tired.

“Say, Kitten, are you going with me tomorrow? I need you for the heist,” he starts the conversation.

“Maybe,” you yawn, punching your pillow to make it more comfortable.

“You know, I really wanted to…”

You fakely snore, louder and louder, interrupting, hinting he should stop talking.

“Very funny, Baby Doll. You’re hilarious,” he mocks you, finding it hard to stay awake. “Do you still love me?” J sarcastically inquires and he distinguishes your fingers in the dim night light, showing just a small gap between the thumb and index. “That’s it?!”

“Yeap, already too much” your answer promptly comes and you get under the sheets, not wanting to continue the dialogue. “I’m exhausted.”

He wants to say something harsh but ends up babbling stuff to himself as you ignore his behavior.

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“We’re going to the park and then for a drive. I’ll be back in time,” you little note on the kitchen table lets J know of your plans when he wakes up. He spends the day preparing for tonight, instructing his henchmen on what to do and gathering supplies for the robbery. Why aren’t you texting back? The Joker hates it when he sends you messages and you don’t respond right away.

A few more hours pass by, still nothing. And why didn’t you two return yet? You have to go with him tonight. Texting again for the 50th time, no reply… and again, and again. Couple more hours go by…it’s getting dark, no sign from you. Time passes by and nothing.

J starts to get impatient. It’s night time now and he has to cancel the plans. Everything is postponed. My God, he’s not thrilled about it but there is no trace of you so he forgets he is mad about his ruined scheme. He calls around to see if anybody saw you or heard from you. Nobody did.

Where are my girls? he wonders, reading the message from Frost that lets him know the henchmen didn’t find anything around town. The Joker sent them all out and about to search for you and he stayed behind at the penthouse, just in case you will return. What if someone took you? The thought makes him squirm on his chair. What if you just…left? That’s impossible, there is no way you would… …right?… What if you got caught? Would they take you to Arkham? The police station?…

1 in the morning and he is getting more and more restless and worried on your disappearance. It’s so unlike you to do such a thing, even if you fight you never leave him hanging: you always text him back or tell him your whereabouts.

Where are my girls?

He finally has the peace and quiet he was so adamant to request this morning, but dammit, the silence is deafening. This is what it feels like without you and Emma around? You are always around. J doesn’t like the quietness. At all. Or the weird ache in his chest again.

If nothing turns up in a few hours, he will look for you two himself with the whole crew, even hire more people. Swipe the city to every little corner until he finds something. Will he find anything? He has to, no other option.

The Joker needs his girls back.

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“Ssstttt, be quiet, honey,” you tell Emma as you close the door behind you. You pick her up in your arms because she is very sleepy and fussy. You went to the park and then got out of Gotham for a drive. You really wanted to take her to the woods on the old deserted highway because it’s your favorite spot: you can see deers out there and so much wildlife she would have surely enjoyed. But your car broke down in the middle of nowhere and on top of everything  your phone died and you didn’t have the charger with you.

The entire day you tried to find the problem and fix it with no success. Then the night came and you couldn’t see well anymore and decided to wait until the morning. You were lucky another vehicle passed you by and the driver stopped to help. The guy had no idea who you were but it didn’t made you less alert and prepared to kill in case he turned out to be a psycho. Ha, that’s a good one. You actually softly laughed at the idea: a woman like you suspecting someone else of being a psycho.

But… he was actually able to start your car and you drove right back to Gotham.

3 in the morning- jeez, what a looong day!

You walk in the master bedroom and you see The Joker sleeping on your side so you have to go on his, carefully placing Emma in the middle and finally winding down.

“Daaaddyyyy…” she snuggles to his chest, half asleep, realizing he’s there.

He opens his eyes and gulps, crushing her in his arms while she winces, uncomfortable.

“I can’t breathe…” she complains, already dozing off and he loosens his embrace, reaching for you.

“Where…where were you????????” he whispers, concerned but striving to conceal how distressed he still is.

“The stupid car broke down”, you hum, keeping it down for your daughter, scooting over towards him as much as you can without squashing your kid,” and the phone died too. The whole thing was such an ordeal, really bad luck. I am beat. Did you go on the heist?”

“Yeah,” J lies. “Why, you think I wouldn’t go without you?” he hisses but you don’t even care. You are already snoozing, holding his hand on top of Emma.

“Didn’t you enjoy the day without us though?” you struggle to say in your sleep. “You didn’t want us around…”

“Yeah, it was great,” The Joker intertwines his fingers with yours, continuing even if you don’t really hear him anymore at this point. “ I had fun without you two.”

My girls are back, he thinks, finally at ease after being on the edge all day. And the weird ache in his chest makes him take a deep breath. It’s a strange type of pain he can never quite pinpoint.


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Scott McCall AU

Plot: Any permanent mark your soulmate gets, you get. Along with a distinct, unique tattoo that appears after an important moment in your soulmate’s life, however, you have no idea how you get away clean

A/N: So I really don’t see a lot of these Soulmate AUs with the Teen Wolf fandom, or at least the tags I check don’t, but I’ve decided to write a series, which will finally get me on track for my writing schedule and hopefully inspire future imagines. Also this is a pretty long one… so enjoy!! AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!!!

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When you were younger it seemed you found new scars on yourself every few months, sometimes 5 a month. Your parents were constantly worried but once they realized that the scars appeared on below your elbows and knees, they just figured out that your soulmate was clumsy.

“I wonder what this kid does all day…” Your dad used to tell you.

“I bet he’s a superhero.” Your mom used to tease you, just to see your tiny cheeks warm.

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I remember the first time I learned about homosexuality.

“Homosexuals are sinners.” My grandmother spat, an open bible sat on her lap. There was such an intensity to her voice that it made me recoil. I saw that homosexuality was in the same section as murderers and thieves, but it didn’t feel right. Why would people loving one another be considered a sin?

But my grandmother talked about it with such a disgust that she might as well have been talking about rotting flesh. So if my grandmother hated it I would too.

Even though my stomach turned.
                                                             ____

I remember when I first heard the word ‘gay’ hurled as an insult.

It was third grade and I was on the playground. I watched as two boys fought over who was ‘hotter’. One of them shouted, “Well you’re gay so it makes you ugly.” The entire playground erupted in laughter, and the other boy’s face lit red with shame.

And even though the insult was hurled at him, I was the one who took the biggest hit. There it was again, the belief that two people in love was gross. But my family and friends were against it, so I had to be too. So I shook off the hurt and laughed as well.

Even though it stung.
                                                             ____

I remember the first time I saw two girls kissing.

My mother gasped in horror, like we’d just been flashed. Maybe to her, it felt like we were. She turned, grabbed my hand, and sped by the couple, like they were fire and she didn’t want us getting burned.

“Don’t you ever do that, do you hear me? God doesn’t like it.”

But all I can remember thinking is that I’d give anything for someone to look at me the way those two girls looked at each other. But mom was disgusted so I had to be too.

Even if it hurt.
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I remember the first time I saw her.

It was a new school and a new start. I didn’t know what to expect, but then our eyes met. I didn’t know it was possible to feel lost yet right at home at the same time. Every heart stopping, butterflies flying, knee shaking cliché sucker punched me in the gut. Her smile marked my soul like a tattoo.

But then my family’s words crashed over me, drowning me in a sea of prejudice and discrimination. I felt self-disgust morph into a dragon, my only weapon a wooden sword. So I tore my head away from her and buried my feelings. I killed them every time they came to life.

Even if it left open wounds on my heart.
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I remember the first time I decided not to give a shit.

I evicted years of self-loathing from my body, because I would never let my heart be its home again. I let the love in instead, providing shelter to all the feelings I’d been trying to kill for years. Because at the end of the day, love is not defined by gender or sex. Love knows none of these things, does not need to know any of those things.  Love is a basic human right, and I finally understood that I needed to treat it as such.

Even if not everyone could see that.

—  Above all, remember this; we were all built to love, and who we love is not a broken part of us (N.O)

Dear Mom,

I’m sorry.
Oh if I only could express how sorry I am!
You always wanted the best for me.
You’ve made mistakes but not on purpose.
All these years you’ve been and you still are my biggest support.
Even now, when I honestly do not deserve it.

I think of you as a person that is just too kind for this world.
And so am I.
We’re so similar in many things and, oh god, did we laugh about things that no one else understood.
I know that I sometimes can’t really show it.
No, honestly. I’ve done you wrong so many times just because I couldn’t handle a stupid mood swing or had no cigarettes left.
You do not deserve this.
You deserve so much better.
But i love you, I love you so much.
And I need you.
I’m an awful daughter and i don’t know if I can change but you’re my world, mom.
You’re everything to me and I’m proud to say that because you’re the best thing in my whole life.
You were the one that rubbed my back and dried my swollen eyes when i was crying my eyes out over a guy that I met secretly.
You were the one that forced me to go to the hospital when all i wanted was an overdose.
You cared for my cuts.
And i know that seeing them broke your heart.
And knowing that breaks my heart.
You wouldn’t say it but you hate blue hair and black clothes and all the piercings and stuff. And I have all of it.
But you still hold my tattooed hand.
I don’t know where my life began to turn wrong and everything crashed and the burning pieces fell down on me.
But one thing I know for sure: it isn’t your fault.
You did so good, really.
You warned me about the older boys, the drugs that take you to heaven but then to hell, all of it.
I didn’t listen.
I guess I just had to experience it myself.
My heart explodes in my chest when I think about what I put you through.
I made you cry.
I made you feel helpless.
I made you get so exhausted mentally that you had to seek help yourself.
I can never make that up to you.
Never.

You’re the best and I honesty don’t know why you’re still by my side.
But I love you, I love you so much it hurts.

—  Love letter to my mother.
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“Attention! Attention! May we have your attention please?” Fred, George and Lee were standing on an improvised stage in the three broomsticks. The pub was filled with busy chatting students, but now they were quieting down.

“My dear fellow humans.” Stated Fred. “Today has been a wonderful day, with one exception.” He looked around the crowd with a cheeky grin on his face.

“That one exception being the tragic disappearance of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, who have somehow managed to get lost on their way here. Now I don’t think that they mean lost in the traditional sense, after all who hasn’t lost themself in those eyes as green as a fresh pickled toad?” And George shot a meaningful look at his sister, who sat curled up with Luna near the fire.

“Oi! Don’t look at me! I never wrote that!” Shouted Ginny, offended.

“You didn’t?” Asked George surprised.

“No, I didn’t. I am not the one here who made up a song about Ronald’s keeper qualities, now, am I?”

Right at that moment the door of the pub opened to reveal a slightly flustered and out of breath Harry and Draco, who were very openly holding hands.

“Potter..?” Whispered Draco in Harry’s ear. “Why is everybody staring at us?”

“I don’t know.” Whispered Harry back. “But I have the idea it might be because we’re holding hands.”

Draco gave himself a mental slap in the face. He hated missing the obvious.

“Ha! Gay!” Shouted Seamus, as he held up his own hand to reveal Dean was holding it. His words broke the silence and a storm of buzz went through the students. Ron was gaping at Harry with a flabbergasted look on his face, while Hermione gave him a knowing smile. Harry wasn’t sure what it was exactly that she knew, but he was glad to see her being happy nonetheless.

He had turned it into his personal mission to make as many people happy as possible after the war. Starting by breaking up with Ginny because she and Luna worked way better, followed by his blessing of Ron and Hermione, even if their frequent snogging made him feel left out. Draco had originally not been on his list, but after their quite fun afternoon Harry felt himself willing to add him. Draco might even be able to make Harry himself happy, if Merlin allowed it.

“Classy people you Gryffindors.” Draco straightened his back, he wasn’t going to let people in on how nervous he actually felt, standing here hand in hand with Harry while half the student body stared at them.

“Well! It seems like our last couple has finally decided to bless us with their presence! There’s still a spot free for the two of you near our other pair of fresh lovebirds.” And Lee indicated towards Dean and Seamus.

“We’re not together Jordan. Don’t be absurd.” Draco didn’t sound like he meant it though.

“It’s best to just go with it Malfoy. They won’t let us live it down anyway.” Whispered Harry in his ear. Draco wasn’t sure what he thought of Harry’s face so close to his, but decided now was not the time to figure it out.

Lee and the twins continued their speech while Harry and Draco made their way to Dean and Seamus. “What happened to you?” Asked Harry, pointing at the sling around Seamus’ neck which held his wounded arm.

“Fell of the bed during rough sex?”

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GREY AREA. (M) | 05

And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.

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“I don’t know if you’ve changed - of if I’ve changed. I hate how time flows even in this moment. I guess we changed, that’s just the way it is.” -Spring Day BTS

 Pairing: Yoongi/Reader
 Word Count: 6,317
 Genre/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Angs

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You are five years old, sitting on a swing with your legs kicking back and forth. Small fingers curling around the chains that uphold the swing, while the sharp wind brushes through your hair, causing shivers to rush through your petite and small body.



It’s in the middle of Spring, so the weather is not the friendliest, this visible by the different layers of clothing wrapped around your body.

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Are you Daddy’s lady fwiend? Pt.3

Calumxreader

Word count: 1,700+

Warnings: Some bad words but that’s it.

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When I got to my apartment, I felt drained.

I couldn’t help but feel as if Calum being upset was my fault.  He might have regretted me meeting kaiden.

He probably didn’t want me to be a mom with him, he just said he did so Kaiden wouldn’t be upset anymore.

I let my bag fall on to the couch and went into my rom. Ready to sleep for eternity.

I put on some sweatpants and a shirt and got under the covers, plugging in my hone to charge. As I Laid back on the bed closing my eyes, I heard my phone ring. Turning over, I reached for it, seeing that it was calum calling I sat up and answered.

“Hey,” I bit my lip, not sure of why he was calling since he didn’t even say bye to me when I left.

“I love you princess” His voice was groggy, tired, and it seemed as if he had been crying. Nonetheless, hearing those words made me smile and made my stomach fill up with butterflies, no, Dinosaurs, made my stomach fill up with dinosaurs having a party.

“I love you too” I played with my hands, closing my eyes, still fearing what he would say next.

“I-I’m sorry, for acting like a douche when you left. Just know that I love you and I’m so fucking thankful for having you in my life. Thank you for being so good to me, and now to Kaiden. I Love you.” You heard him sniffle, and got worried.

“Cal? Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” I got up and started pacing.

“I-I’m okay princess, don’t worry about me.” He sniffled once more and hung up the phone.

I called him back but he wasn’t answering.

I kept trying, leaving him voice mails, until he texted me.

Squishy Cal <3: Go to sleep. I’m okay

While vague, his answer did calm me down. I knew Calum wouldn’t hide something from me. If he said he was okay, and that was it.

He wouldn’t keep anything from me.

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CPOV:

This couldn’t be happening.

I was running late. Like really late.

And today I had to open the shop earlier, because I had appointments all day. Weirdly enough, Mndays were quite the popular day to get tattoos, that’s why my schedule was so full today. I had a guy in at 7:30 to get inked.

It was currently 7:45.

To top it off, my mom couldn’t watch Kaiden today.

I had no idea what to do.

I grabbed my phone, deciding that I would take Ky with me with work, when I hear the text message notification. I ignored it, I didn’t have the time to socialize right now.

I put Kaiden in his car seat, got behind the wheel and drove the shop.

“Jet Black Heart” was the second most important thing I’ve ever done. The first one being Kaiden of course. I had always wanted to be a tattoo artist, so while I was in high school, I worked my butt of trying to get enough money to someday open my own shop.

My parents gave me the best graduation present, they bought me a place where I could put my shop. It was quite big actually, and it needed a lot of work, but luckily it was all aesthetic work so I could do it at my own pace. For 4 years I worked 4 days a week at a restaurant, as a waiter. Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays were spent as an apprentice Kyle Harris, who had taught me everything I knew about design, technique and tattoos in general.

Finally, at age 22, Jet Black Heart was born.

It felt fucking great.

When I parked my car behind the shop, I got Kaiden and put on my sunglasses. I walked inside from the back door, carrying Kaiden on my hip, and saw that the guy I was meant to tattoo at 7:30, was waiting outside, leaning on a Porsche.

I scoffed, I hated tattooing rich kids.

I opened the door, and mumbled a come in to him. He took off his sun glasses and walked in.

“It’s eight o’clock,” he crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m aware.” I put Kaiden down and motioned for him to go into the room where I chilled when there was no one here. He looked up at me.

“I’m hungry daddy” Crap!  I didn’t make breakfast!

This day couldn’t get worse.

“I’ll get you something in a little bit yeah? Just go into the TV room and wait there.” I ruffled his hair and looked up at the guy, who was holding in his laughter.

“What’s so funny mate?” I asked as I looked at the agenda, looking to see if he had given me a design.

“You got a kid?” He looked amused,

I stared at him, contemplating whether or not I should answer him “Yes,” even if he was a douche, I couldn’t be rude to a client.

He chuckled. “There’s this thing called condoms dude. It doesn’t feel the same but it saves you from taking care of that” He pointed to the room where Kaiden had gone in.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, your dad should’ve used one of those.”  I grabbed my phone and plugged it in to charge. I saw that y/n was the person that had texted me.

My love <3: Good morning babe :)

“What did you just say to me?!” I ignored him and answered Y/n.

Squishy Cal <3:  HI baby,are you busy?

I hoped she wasn’t working early today.

I found the design I had previously made for the guy, Jungkook apparently, and told him to go into the tattooing room to the left. He clenched his jaw, but did as I said anyways.

My love <3: Not right now, why?

Squishy Cal <3: Can you come over to the shop? I didn’t have time to make breakfast, and I’ve kaiden here with me, hungry.

My love <3: I’ll be there in 15. Is McDonald’s okay?

Squishy Cal <3: It’s perfect.

Squishy Cal <3: Thank you princess <3

I went in the TV room and saw that Kaiden was watching cartoon. “Y/n will bring food in a little bit bud”. He looked up.

“Mommy?”  I nodded and he smiled. He leaned back on the black couch and kept watching TV.

I went into the tattooing room and washed my hands and put on a new pair of rubber gloves. I checked that I had my machines ready and grabbed a new needle. I stood in front of douche guy and opened the needle in front of him. He just looked at me while I sterilized the needle.

“Take off your shirt,” I told him, since in my agenda it said that he wanted a back piece.

“You’re not gay, are you?” He took off his shirt and waited for my reaction. He was buff, but nothing compared to me of course.

I smirked. “I’m not. And If I was, I wouldn’t be interested. So don’t worry” I cleaned his back and laid the stencil on him. “There,” I moved aside so he could look at the stencil placement on the wall-length mirror. “Is it okay there?”

He nods, no wanting to speak, apparently. Once he lays on the seat I start tattooing him, carefully following the lines of the stencil on his skin. He wanted an Aztec type of design, and while it looked complex, to was actually quite easy to do.

About 20 minutes in, I hear the door open. “I’ll be right there, just give me a minute!” I wiped off the guy’s skin, ready to get up and see who it was who had just walked in.

“Take you time, I’ll be with kaiden.” I heard Y/n’s voice and took a deep breath. I didn’t know if I was ready to see her, after last night.

I saw the guy turn is head, trying to get a glimpse of y/n and I chuckled and moved his head to rest against the seat. “Stop moving.”

“You’re very demanding.” He closed his eyes. “Was that your wife?”

Without thinking too much about it I answered him. “Yes.”

He chuckled, “Take care of that one. She’s good in bed.”

I stopped my movements and stared at the smirk growing on his face. “What did you say?”

“I said she’s good in bed.” He kept smirking. “Or on the couch, against the wall, on the floo-“

“How the fuck would you know?!” I had put the machine down and was having a hard time not beating the daylights out of him.

“Well, I was her first.” He cracked a devilish grin.

I stared, not believing him. I knew this! Y/n had told me that she lost her virginity to a guy named Joe. He was just trying to rile me up.

I took a deep breath and took the machine in my hand again. I kept working despite the thought swirling in my head.

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After about an hour, I was done and I could finally stop any contact with douche guy. I cleaned the tattoo one last time and started cleaning the equipment and disposing of the needed as he looked at his ink on the mirror.

“Looks good man” He said as he grabbed his shirt and started to put it on but I stopped him.

“I have to bandage it first” He groaned and I rolled my eyes. He did however, let me do my job.

After giving him the instructions on how to take care of his fresh tattoo, I walked over to the cash register and charged him. He gave me his card and I swiped it. Giving it back, I looked behind me and saw that y/n was cleaning the TV room.

“Leave that alone, I’ll do it later” I gave douche guy his receipt and smiled when I saw Y/n approach me. I wrapped my arms around her and kiss her forehead. “Thanks for feeding my kid” I chuckled.

Our kid” She smiled and leaned her head on my shoulder, she looked ahead and stiffened.

I saw douche guy smirk. “y/n”

“J-Jungkook?”

That’s Jungkook right there  ↑ ↑ ↑ ↑ ↑

He’s from a Kpop band called “BTS”

ALSO: i’m not a tattoo artist, therefore all of the tattoo info in this chapter is based on what I saw on the show Ink Master and or through google.

Thank you so much for the feedback I’ve been getting!

Hope you like it, if you want part 4, just request it :).

The first person that requests part 4, will get an itty bitty spoiler ;) Only if it’s off-anon.

-Nat.

dating joshua dun would include 2

(because the first was fun)
• going out for coffee
• laura (josh’s mom) telling you embarrassing stories about josh’s childhood
• “josh, why are you staring at me?”
• “sorry, you just look really cute right now.”
• “but you always stare at me?”
• “well you’re always cute.”
• him comforting you when the clique hates on you
• staying up late coming up with conspiracy theories
• him trying to get tyler to let you help write one of their songs, and/or play an instrument/sing in one of them
• him trying to teach you drums
• “no, (y/n), that’s the wrong–! nevermind…”
• helping him dye his hair
• picking out his hair colors
• he literally has his hair dyed your favorite color for years
• painting each other’s nails
• him dying your hair fun colors
• MATCHING HAIR COLORS
• at your wedding, he’s so nervous that his “i do” is literally a little squeaky “enoo” because that is all he can get out of his mouth
• him being more protective of your daughters than your sons
• him hogging the oreos
• him also hogging the blanket
• doing his eyeshadow (or just makeup in general) for tours/music videos
• subconsciously talking while you’re doing his makeup
• “ah, you look perfect! …stunning…gorgeous”
• “i didn’t before?”
• ^apologizing quickly
• him never leaving your side in public
• him getting scared when paparazzi show up, so you hold his hand and tell him it’s okay
• aND THEN YOU TELL THOSE FANS TO BACK OFF
• ^kindly
• him finally getting the french kiss
• he actually thought it was kinda gross
• he thought your tongues felt like slugs when they touched and two seconds in he said, “nope this is gross”
• naming your cat something space-related
• falling asleep spooning on the couch while watching movies
• instead of “cuddling” he says “snuggling”
• during interviews he says “yeah, when i get back, me and (y/n) are gonna snuggle.”
• speaking of interviews, he always talks about you. even if the topic totally isn’t related to you at all, he’ll find a way to fit you into the conversation
• he legit loves you more than he loves his drums
• you are the light of his life, his world, his one and only, he neeeeeeeeds you
• touching foreheads
• falling asleep on each other
• once you wake up to josh p much laying on top of you and it was very uncomfortable and you couldn’t breathe
• tracing his tattoos with your fingers, admiring the colors and everything
• getting tattoos that kind of look like his but different
• ^for example, you get his tree sleeve done along your thumb and index finger, or instead of the drum tattoo on the back of your arm, you get whatever instrument you play/something you love, like a pencil and pad if you love drawing
• getting your kid’s names tattooed on you two
• jamming out on the car
• tickle fights
• ^you made josh pee his pants once and it somehow made you love him even more because it was oddly adorable???
• saying “i love you” alllllllll the time
• tyler getting grossed out
• jenna getting jealous at how romantic josh is with you
• him helping you defeat your blurryface
• helping him defeat his
• kissing him all over his face after concerts, no matter how sweaty he is (but you cringe and wipe your now-sweat-covered lips on your sleeve every time)
• tyler not wanting to hand josh the microphone on stage because he knows josh is just going to talk about you and how much he loves you for twenty minutes
• running on stage sometimes in between songs to give josh a kiss and then running backstage again
• the crowd going nuts after you do the aforementioned kiss
• once josh had you on stage with him the whole time, he had you sit on a chair he pulled up next to/behind his and after every song he’d turn to make sure you were still there, and when he saw you he’d say “i love you, (y/n). a lot. more than you could imagine. you’re gonna make a fine wife to me someday, just you wait, love.”
• ^tyler repeating what josh said there to the crowd and josh gets embarrassed and then #thefuture(y/n)dun starts trending on twitter
• and when you get pregnant, #babydun starts trending
• AND when the baby’s born, josh tweets, “my baby was born today. i love her so much, both my girls. i love (y/n) (y/m/n) dun and (y/d/n) (y/d/m/n) dun. welcome to the world, my child.”
• CLIQUE GOES NUTS WHENEVER SOMETHING BIG HAPPENS WITH YOU AND JOSH
• poems written about you by the clique
• crying because the poems are so sweet
• wearing josh’s tøp merch
• memorizing every rap and every word to every song and you end up smoking tyler and josh is so proud
• cute snaps with you
• when you get married and josh finally lets you sleep in the same bed as him, it’s a little awkward at first and you’re “first time” *winkwink* is funny because it’s his ACTUAL first time and he’s so awkward with it
• “what am i supposed to–?”
• “(y/n) is that supposed to happen?”
• “am i supposed to feel like– oH GOODNESS GRACIOUS.”
• josh doing ugly open-mouth sobs at your wedding
• your first kiss as a married couple, right after your “i do"s, is so soft and josh treats you so carefully like he’s afraid he’ll hurt you if he kisses too hard