Summary: “I don’t think the world decides if that person is perfect for you. I think you decide it and the world gives you it’s stamp of approval.” Dan shrugged “Or at least that’s how I see it.”Or a soulmate au where once you fall in love with your perfect match you gain a tattoo that symbolizes you and when you get married you switch soulmarks.
Dan hasn’t been able to see the color blue for his entire life. Nobody can see the color of their soulmate’s eyes until they and their soulmate touch. Dan has been longing to see the sky and the ocean, but he never really expects it to happen. But then he meets a boy who changes his entire world.
Soulmate AU where at 21 people have the initials of their soulmate on their bodies somewhere. Alec is gay, he knows this, he is also dating a woman because it keeps his family off his back. It just happens to work in his favor that she and his actual soulmate share the same initials. It just so happens that she doesn’t have her tattoo yet either so life is good. Except that she’s terrible and he just met this cute guy and his friend Dan is very deaf and has a crush on this very not deaf internet celebrity and he said he would help and… his life is just a little bit of a mess but whose isn’t?
And that’s the reason I know the time is now; his name on the tv screen is shining and I almost can’t believe it, but at the same time it makes a whole lot of sense, ‘cause obviously I wasn’t going to meet him again at a new job or some freaking fancy meal: he was not a daily bread.
Afraid of being bullied at his school, Dan Howell hides his true self behind his 'bad boy’ mask. But what happens when someone is forced to take it off, and Dan doesn’t want it to happen in case he gets rejected?
Prompt: Soulmate AU where soulmates can appear in your dreams, but Dan’s too shy to say hello until Phil has a nightmare. (Or several nightmares, and after a few Dan finally builds up the courage to help out.)
Soul Bonds were a rare thing. Some people didn’t even think they really existed. Dan was one of those people- Come on, two people suddenly having an emotional connection that was a little bit more than natural? Please. Phil had always thought the idea was something really cool, something that he wished would happen to him. Dan’s world gets flipped upside down and sideways when he runs into Phil, and Phil finds out that it isn’t all sunshine and rainbows.
Dan is watching in horror as his timer goes down. He’s meant to meet his soulmate in less than a few minutes. He should be excited, but in this zombie ridden world his soulmate is probably long dead.
People are pretty much trapped in a sim like world until they meet there soulmate. Ever since Dan turned ten, he lived in this world, and hadn’t been able to find his soulmate till one faithful day.
Summary: Prompt: “A world where your reflection does not show you, but your soul mate. You have no way of seeing who you are unless it is a picture taken of you, any reflection, in glass, water, anything, only shows the person you’re destined to be with. Only until the day you meet will your reflection show yourself.” -@falloutfangirl-9 on TumblrDan Howell has had the reflection of an auburn-haired individual for as long as he can remember. As he’s growing up with the reflection, he notices how much it changes and how much he changes as well.
Summary: A bunch of irregular soulmate AUs dedicated to being told that you’ll never find happiness and finding it anyway.“Look, I know you’re 'trying to find happiness’ and all, but it’s just not going to happen. Not to people like you.”
Chase traps Oliver and Felicity in the bunker which forces many emotions to bubble to the surface. Important conversations and relationships usually mean beautiful and powerful music and this episode was no exception. The Flashbacks also explored Felicity and Oliver’s time between seasons with a return of a few beloved themes. (Spoiler alert: this is going to be very Olicity focused. There are one or two major Oliver moments and a few other brief moments for the other characters but most of this review is about Olicity. So for the few of you who are not Olicity fans but love the music enough to deal with my bias…go ahead at your own risk. You have been warned)
harry’s background visuals for his tour are going to be striking – perhaps glass shattering, objects dropping into water reflecting his header, funky ‘60s patterns moving around, clips of himself parallel to his advert (black & white or colored), anything related to nature such as lightning, etc.
not sure if he’s all that adorable here but I hope you like it! ♥
It might have been past midnight, but to you and Wonwoo the night was still young when you walked by the swimming pool, talking quietly as you did so. He lived with his father, who had more money than you would probably ever be able to comprehend, and one of the things you’d never stop being fascinated about was the swimming pool of their large penthouse. The whole top floor, including the roof of the building, belonged to the Jeons, and the pool had been built inside of glass walls and a glass roof. There was a door that led to a luxurious terrace, but the swimming area with the glass surroundings in itself was luxurious to you.
You had planned to go for a swim, but so far you were both just observing the way the moon was, even through the glass, reflected on the surface of the water, and Wonwoo’s hand was starting to slide inside of your shorts more and more often. Eventually he just kept his hand there, holding your ass and playing with the rim of your bikini bottom absentmindedly.
Quirking an eyebrow, you cleared your throat. “What are you doing, Wonwoo?”
Instead of answering your question, Wonwoo smirked and moved his gaze from the pool to your eyes, his own sparkling mischievously. “Have you ever had sex in a pool?”
You mentally thanked all higher powers for the fact that you hadn’t been drinking anything, because as a result of his sudden question, you began coughing. Wonwoo laughed as he patted your back with the hand that had been on your ass, incredibly amused by your reaction.
Once you had caught your breath and were no longer coughing, you looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes, although you were unable to deny the way you felt blood rushing to your lower body. “We… we can’t, we can’t just do that.”
Wonwoo rolled his eyes, the smirk never leaving his face. “No one’s going to come here at this hour, and come on, it wouldn’t be the first time that would happen in this pool.”
You grimaced at the mental image, easily picking up that he was talking about his father, who you had not once seen with the same woman during the seven months you had been dating Wonwoo. While some rich people kept getting new maids, houses or cars, Wonwoo’s dad seemed to keep getting new lovers.
Taking in Wonwoo’s appearance, his sharp features and solid body, you found yourself agreeing to his proposition. While you got rid of the large shirt and shorts you had been wearing and Wonwoo pulled his shirt over his head, you looked at the water with narrowed eyes.
“When was the last time the pool was cleaned?” you asked, looking at your boyfriend as he sat down on the edge of the pool and threw some water on himself. He chuckled and looked at you, motioning for you to sit down, too.
“Today,” he stated simply, smiling when you finally sat down next to him and let your legs below your knees into the water. It was a bit cool, but you knew you’d get used to it quickly.
“Good,” you sighed, leaning down to get some water with your hands that you could pour on yourself, while Wonwoo took in every curve of your body, hardly able to refrain from touching you. He was ecstatic, to say the least, about the string bikini that you were wearing, which gave him a nice view of your breasts and only seemed to cover what was necessary; while it might not have been something you’d wear in public, you had figured that with Wonwoo it would be more than fine, considering how he never forgot to tell you how much he loved your body among so many other things about you. And, well, considering it was him who had gotten you the bikini in the first place, it seemed even more appropriate.
You got in the pool, and once you were both more or less used to the water and its temperature, Wonwoo caught you with his arms and pulled you into a hug, both of you laughing.
“Well, isn’t this nice,” you giggled and wrapped your legs around Wonwoo’s waist, your hands on his shoulders as you rubbed your nose against his, your lips merely brushing against his wet ones. The corners of his mouth tugged upwards as he caressed your ass and gave you a couple of sloppy yet sweet kisses.
“Nice is a bit of an understatement, but yeah, this is nice,” he stated with a smile, and you shrugged. The two of you made out, starting with more of those sweeter kisses that slowly turned into a passionate dance of tongues, and he was starting to move closer to the edge of the pool. You got one hand in his hair and took a hold of the edge of the pool with the other, just to give yourself some extra support, with more of your focus being taken by the man in front of you and the way his lips were moving against yours. Wonwoo’s hands were playing with your ass while pressing you against himself, and with your legs loosely wrapped around his body, it wasn’t all that difficult to feel that he was starting to get hard.
It was a lot more sensual than you had thought, to be kissing him sloppily and being so close to each other while surrounded by all the water, and the atmosphere provided by the night sky and the moon visible through the glass roof only made it more breathtaking. You could feel him starting to fiddle with one of the knots on the side of your bikini, and it didn’t take too long for you to feel it open and your lower body be exposed. Giggling against Wonwoo’s lips, you pulled back and looked into his eyes.
“You seem very excited about this,” you noted amusedly, playing with his hair and shaking the bikini bottom off your other leg. Wonwoo smiled at you and reached his free hand to your chest, where he pulled your bikini top down so that your breasts were free. He took one of them in his hand and squeezed it lightly while kissing the other, making your nipples harden under his touch and your heart beat faster.
“Aren’t you?” he asked in a mumble, slowly moving his hand from your breast to between your legs, and smirked at the hitch of your breath when he began massaging your clit. The water didn’t exactly allow you to feel wet in the way you usually would, but you could feel the effect of the attention to your sensitive nub nevertheless, with heat starting to pool in the pit of your stomach and the growing need to be touched more.
“I am,” you breathed, tugging at Wonwoo’s hair so that you could claim his lips in a needy kiss, every movement of his finger’s on your clit making tingles run down your spine. You held the edge of the pool clumsily, trying to grasp onto it but barely being able to, while the fingers of your other hand curled in his dark hair and your lower body bucked against his hand. He grinned against your lips, rubbing your clit in patterns that eventually had you moaning out loud, shaking all over and rushedly begging him to give you more.
Wonwoo broke the kiss and breathed heavily with his forehead resting against yours. He pushed his swimming shorts down his hips and got them off himself before looking at you with hooded eyes and making you yelp when he got one hand under the back of your left knee, lifting his arm and thus parting your legs.
“What are you–”
“Just wait and see,” Wonwoo hummed with a low voice, moving the hand of the arm holding your leg to your core from the back and slowly easing a finger inside of you. You gasped, hiding your face in Wonwoo’s neck as he fingered you, sometimes more shallowly and sometimes a lot more deeply, and not much later were you whimpering against his skin, your toes curling and your fingers, which were now on his shoulder, digging into his skin. He added a second finger when you started to sound impatient, and a third when you were desperately bucking against his digits, trying to get them deeper.
The acoustics of the large room - if it could be called one, really - were truly showcased when it became obvious just much your moans echoed, and while it made you a bit embarrassed, it also made you aroused, and you definitely weren’t alone. Wonwoo was starting to grind against your thigh that was resting against his side, his cock hardening with each pump of his fingers inside of you, and if his grunts were anything to go by, he was more than ready to move forward.
“Wonwoo,” you said, your voice having a whiny edge to it, and moved your hand to his length to stroke it, teasing the tip with your thumb. He grunted in response, and you kissed him by his ear, a playful smirk spreading to your lips. “Weren’t you supposed to show me what it’s like to fuck in a pool or something?”
Wonwoo felt tingles go down his spine at your words as well as the lustful tone you had, and he nodded determinedly, the mere thought of being inside of you making blood rush to his crotch. Removing his fingers from you, he let your leg down and placed both of his hands on your hips, holding you close as he leaned down to kiss you. His voice was husky when he spoke. “Let’s turn around, then.”
You shifted around so that you were between him and the edge of the pool, and he was standing in front of you, his hands holding yours as your arms were stretched out on the edge. His lips were hungry against yours as he grinded into you, his cock raw against your clit, and you whimpered at that, kissing him with even more vigor. Wrapping your legs around his waist again, you began bucking your hips against him, your fingers curling against his hands.
“Are you ready?” Wonwoo asked, panting, and you nodded desperately. He guided himself to your entrance and began pushing in slowly - being your first time in a pool, it felt a bit odd, somehow seeming like you weren’t wet at all, but it didn’t stop it from feeling awfully _good. Wonwoo grunted, his hands tight on your ass, where they had again gone to, and leaned down to pepper your breasts with kisses. “Damn, you feel so good, Y/N.”
You arched your back, both to simply lean into the touch of Wonwoo’s lips and because you were in so much pleasure, and moaned as Wonwoo filled you up completely. “Ah, please.”
“Please?” Wonwoo repeated your words with a dark chuckle, and merely smirked when you glared at him.
“Please fuckme you damn tease,” you groaned, digging your heels into Wonwoo’s lower back impatiently, but he merely chuckled.
Giving a few more kisses to your breasts, Wonwoo pulled back and, with a steady hold on your hips, began thrusting. He was amused with how challenging it was to do that underwater, but he didn’t let it stop him. Instead, he just leaned down to suck on your neck and moved his hips in a steady rhythm that, while it wasn’t the fastest possible, was still incredibly pleasant. You let your head fall back and looked out of the glass roof, your eyes focused on the big moon in the sky and loud moans leaving your lips every time Wonwoo pushed into you.
“Y/N,” Wonwoo grunted with a sharp thrust that ripped a broken moan from your throat, “I know that the moon’s beautiful, but…”
You let out a laugh that was cut short by a whine from you as Wonwoo gave you another sharp thrust, his hands on your hips pushing you down on himself whenever he thrust.
“Okay, ohGod,” you gasped, hinting that you’d be focusing more on him and less on the moon, and lifted your head again. The fierce look on Wonwoo’s face had you swallowing hard and your core clenching around his cock, and when you felt his finger slide to your clit, you couldn’t help but whimper.
With his thumb moving in circles on and around your clit, your hips started moving on their own accord as you rolled them and mirrored his movements, giving him a new angle to thrust from, which only made the pleasure more intense for you. Wonwoo groaned, burying his face in your neck as he sucked and nibbled lightly on the skin, his thrusts getting faster and harder, and if you hadn’t been so succumbed to how good it felt to have him slamming into you while practically floating in water, you would’ve been amused by all the waves you were creating.
The feeling of him rubbing into your walls was amazing, and what only heightened the pleasure were his teeth on your skin. One of your hands flew to his shoulder when you could feel your orgasm starting to build up inside of you, and you dug your nails into his skin, definitely leaving crescent moon shapes in their wake.
“Wonwoo, I’m gonna,” you gasped unsteadily, your hips moving uncontrollably and your eyes screwing shut as your orgasm began washing over you. Wonwoo almost growled at the feeling of you clenching around him, your legs tight around his waist and the most beautiful moans leaving your lips with the intensity. He continued chasing his own high, your sounds echoing in the room in a way that soon, accompanied by how you felt around him and _on him, he was cumming inside of you with a low groan of his own.
“Damn,” you breathed once your haze had toned down a little, and merely panted as you relaxed against the edge of the pool. Wonwoo breathed heavily, clinging onto you and kissing your slightly bruised neck gently while his hands ran up and down your sides.
“Definitely worth the try,” Wonwoo noted, and you agreed with a grin, moving some of his damp hair from his forehead.
“I kind of always wanted to try that,” you admitted and giggled at Wonwoo’s surprised, almost dumbfound expression. You raised your eyebrows playfully, a grin playing on your lips. “Bet you didn’t see that one coming.”
Wonwoo chuckled and kissed you on the lips, his hands now sliding down to your hips, and slowly pulled out of you. You hissed at that, but focused on hugging Wonwoo as you held him close to you, enjoying the intimacy and the romantic atmosphere that came with the moonlight and scarce lights in the room.
“Do you still want to swim?” you asked, and got what you assumed to be a smack on your ass (the water made it so weak that it was difficult to tell), and then Wonwoo laughing and just squeezing you for a moment.
“Definitely,” he replied, giving you another quick kiss before pulling away. You both took a look at your pieces of swimwear floating some meters away, and shared a knowing look together - this one, as far as you were concerned, would be a skinny dip, and Wonwoo took the pleasure of opening the strings of your bikini top.
While you swam next to each other slowly, barely able to stay away from each other, you suddenly stopped and looked at your boyfriend with a mischievous grin. “You have a jacuzzi, right?”
“Yes?” Wonwoo replied, a bit confused but definitely curious to know what you had in your mind.
“How about we try that next time?”
You giggled at the way you could see his Adam’s apple bob and his jaw tighten, and then a timid nod. It seemed to be a definite yes.
Request by anon. Enjoy and you may need tissues, depends on how sensistve you are.
Siyoung was a good man, you could say that you loved him, you had always this warm fuzzy feeling when you were around him, you wanted to be his girl, no one else mattered to you, you had your eyes on him and only him. Your relationship was based on that, love and respect, you respected his work and the hours he had to put to the studio. Yes, sometimes you wanted to just go out with him or have him in your arms, but he had to work, so you swallowed your pride and just kept being by his side.
Siyoung started to feel different. He didn’t know if he was just tired or if it was really happening. He was falling out of love, he didn’t have that excitement he had before, he didn’t check his phone to see if you called, he didn’t text you to make sure you are alright. It hurt him, it really did cause there was a time where he had those feelings for you, but it was almost as he got you taken for granted. He felt bad when you called him baby, his kisses where almost automatic. He convinced himself that it would be better if he told you what happened, you deserved more than a man that couldn’t return your feelings anymore
“We should break up”
You froze. Your spoon falling out of your hand and on the plate, you stared at him with wide eyes and your mouth half open
“I am sorry (y/n), I just… I don’t feel the same”
He saw the tears running down your cheeks, he had seen you cry before only one time, when your dad had to go to the hospital. Judging by that he realised how much he hurt you
“I knew it. You don’t love me anymore… is there another woman?”
“No, I would never do that”
You sniffled as you looked down and wiped your tears with the back of your hand, heiar falling on your face. A pain in his chest appeared, he hated this… he hated himself. When you first got together he promised to never hurt you, you had been through a lot and he didn’t want to be another man to shatter your heart.
“No, it’s okay. I got to go”
You basically runned out of his house, dissapearing to the streets. He got out but he didn’t catch you, he saw you running away. Something inside him told him to run after you, but his mind kept him frozen in the doorway
“You’ve done enough”
He though bitterly and went back to his house. Hoping that you will forgive him in the future
You were left to deal with another broken heart. You had seen the signs, how he didn’t hug you anymore, how he avoided the intimate times with you, his eyes were not filled with love, he was cold, but you thought he was just tired, that you will get through it. You cried, you screamed, you smashed things, you kicked stuff.
But one day you woke up and you looked yourself in the mirror. Your eyes swollen and dark circles under them, your skin was pale and your lips dry.
“How did you end up like this?”
You asked yourself. That was when something woke up, you took a long warm bath and then you opened the blinds, letting the sunlight in and touching your cheeks. You cleaned your room and you threw away all the junk food, you did your make up and went to work looking decent for the first time in weeks. A smile on your face and ambition in your eyes.
You started working out again, going out with your friends, making jokes and being active on social media. You started finding yourself, but you were stronger than before, the break up was like a slap to your face.
“You look different”
Your best friend mentioned. You just smiled and looked at her
“I am different”
Siyoung was getting worse as the months passed by. The first few days he felt fine, he felt like his decision was the right one. As the days passed he understood what he actually did. You know the thing they say “You have to lose something in order to realise how much it meant to you”? That was what happened to him.
He missed your bright smile, your gentle caress, the soft whispers, your body touching his, your sinfull nights but your funny days, your supportive words and your stubborn arguments. He missed you.
He locked himself in a studio and kept working, trying to get rid of you, of the guilt that was eating him alive. Maybe that’s why one night, after having a couple of soju shots with an empty stomach, he stumbled to your door.
“What do you want?”
Your voice sharp and cold. He looked up at you, you looked good… healthy. His eyes were instantly filled with tears
He choked out before the sobs started. You justed looked at him, not taking a step closer to him, you were to pridefull to do that.
“What are you doing here Siyoung?”
“I love you. I really do, I am sorry (y/n). I shouldn’t have let you go, I shouldn’t have let you go, you were… I need you (y/n)”
You felt sad for him, no matter what he has done there was a time were you were in love, so deeply in love.
“Siyoung go home please”
“I want you back”
“No. No Siyoung, you can’t do that. You broke my heart, you said you didn’t love me, how do you expect me to take you back? You told me you would never do anything to hurt me, look at us now Siyoung! If you ever loved me then walk away and go home.”
You closed the door and put your hand over your mouth, taking deep breaths and closing your eyes, desperately trying to not let the tears spill. You heard his footsteps until the sound went out of your reach.
Yes you were upset but you were also proud. You stood against him, you stood up for yourself and for what you deserve. You thought you would never be able to do that, but look at you now.
You walked to the kitchen and filled a glass of water, gulping in down. You caught your reflection in the window. You looked so different that a few weeks ago.