~they already found their soul mate~

Remember, an intimate connection does not have to be with another person. Do not allow yourself to be brought down if you haven’t yet found another person to spend the rest of your life with. You already have an intimate relationship, and that is with yourself.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
Matching Marks Part 1

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Words: 1985

Prompts: Soulmate AU, and  “I’ve never talked to you before but the teacher just used us as an example for a scenario where we are married.”

This is my entry’s for @jared-padaloveme‘s Fluff Birthday Challenge!! :) This is only Part 1 of 2, so look for the next part soon! ;) Enjoy! 

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Wings [Prologue] || Taehyung


Pairing - Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre - Fantasy, Fallen Angel! AU, Fluff, Angst, Smut

Summary - He tells to nobody in particular as to why he is on Earth.

Today, I ‘celebrate’ three hundred years living on this suffer able planet that humans call Earth.

It was alright; obviously better than the place I used to live in - Kronell. The most feared world of all worlds, ruled by the mightiest and the ugliest king, Kimroe.

Why I lived there?

Simple : I had to pay for my sin. Back in my days, as a mortal, which was approximately three hundred and twenty five years ago ( twenty five years spent in Kronell, and the rest three hundred on back on Earth ) I had a beautiful wife.

I didn’t regret a single day spent with her, a lifelong of her love I could live through - I was the happiest man alive. Yet, the higher dignities refused to let me have her for myself.

She died.

And, so that’s how my tragic story began; me going wherever I could to somehow contact her, or go to her myself. But, that’s where the dignities found humor. They refused to take my soul, so every

time I tried to end my own life, I would somehow be discovered and be saved.

I despised them; rather, loathed them. I could do nothing. Then, one day, an old lady offers to let me talk to the person I wanted to contact. Apparently, she was one of those women who were considered crazy as they claimed they could contact the dead - but she wasn’t lying.

As soon as I took up her offer - I was more desperate than I already was - I was warned, time and again, not to attempt to contact my beloved deceased wife as then I would have to repent for it, down in Kronell. That was what I considered, what the humans call now - Bullshit. I paid no heed to the dignities as their warning struck me as another attempt at finding humor in my situation. But I was wrong.

The moment I saw the image of my wife forming in front of me, I was already engulfed in flames, and somehow, I landed up in front of the great Kimroe himself. He made me pay for breaking the most important rule of Life and Death - No human was allowed to meddle with the souls of the departed, which I did.

So then, I was made again as the Fallen Angel, like many other sin committers in Kronell with a mark on the back of my neck - An encircled star. The only good part was that we got Wings. I prided my Jet Black ones. But, all of us had one common weakness : Metal. Metals were like scalding hot substances for our skin and wings. We were usually punished with it, by our masters.

We were like slaves, to those already born into this world.

The blood related ( born as a Fallen Angel ) had similar marks as us, on the back of their necks, except, it was in red, to tell them apart. We ( the Sinners ) usually called them the 'Redbloods’.

I served twenty five excruciating years in the world of Kronell and I had had enough. I wanted to leave - and so I did.

I found out that, a Sinner could either repent for their sin until the master ( here, Kimroe ) is satisfied or - although it could be punishable - we could go back to Earth and find a mortal Soul mate.

Now, every Sinner has a mortal Soul mate, and we will know we have found them when we make physical contact with them and our mark burns. Until then, you could just pass by them and you would never know they were your Soul mate. Now here comes the tricky part - Once you have found your Soul mate, you are not immediately revived of your previous life as a Sinner. For you to be completely ridden of sin, your Soul mate, must, on their own, confess their romantic feelings ( if they have any ) towards you. The Sinner must in now way, what so ever, oblige them into doing so.

As I thought of these things, and replayed them in my head, I felt every level of self esteem in me fading away. What if I never found my Soul mate? What if I’d have to return to Kronell and face that ugly guy’s wrath?

But, I’m safe unless somebody decides to come after me.

I stepped in through the door, and walked towards the counter, the cashier giving me a bright smile as she got ready to type in my order.

'What would you like Sir?’ The cashier asked in a cheery voice.

'A medium Latte, please.’ I replied monotonously.

'Anything else?’ She quirked, signalling a worker near her.

'No, that would be all, thank you.’ I said.

'Okay, your name, Sir?’ She asked as she grabbed a cup to write my name on.

'Kim Taehyung.’

This series will be updated every Sunday and Thursday.

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Soulmates pt. 1

Prompt: You have a tattoo of your soulmates wrist on your arm

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Chris Evans.

His name marked your wrist like a tattoo you wished you hadn’t gotten. Of course, you were lucky enough that your soul mate was famous and gorgeous… But when people told you that, you just smiled because you knew how unlucky it was. Having a soul mate to look for was great, but you didn’t need to look. He was in the movies, the magazines, on TV, and you just sat there and watched from your tiny apartment in the middle of nowhere New Jersey. The unlucky part was that you would never get to meet him. You didn’t even know where you would start if you wanted to find him. He was probably really busy and surrounded by security all the time. You had begun wearing a bracelet to cover his name once the Captain America movies began to come out; too many people had seen and freaked out, you just wanted to ignore the marking.

 Chris googled your name one more time; Y/N L/N. He was 35 and should have found you already. Once again, his search popped up with nothing, confirming that either you weren’t famous or you were dead. He sighed and rubbed his right hand over his beard before going back to sleep. He couldn’t believe how his whole life he had dreamed of meeting his soul mate, and now that probably wouldn’t happen. He couldn’t help but wonder if you knew who he was, if you watched his movies, or if you cared. He also wondered if you did know who he was and didn’t want anything to do with his life since he was always in the eyes of the public.

“Y/N, come on!” Your best friend Rachel called to you. “We need to go; he’s your soul mate.” All week, Rachel had been trying to convince you to go to ComicCon in New York to try and meet Chris. You kept saying no because you didn’t want to get your hopes up just to be let down.

Ever since Rachel had found Brian, her soul mate, she wouldn’t get off your back about finding Chris. She kept saying that her life finally had meaning and that she felt complete… Blah blah blah.

“Please.” She asked once more before you regretfully said yes.

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anonymous asked:

Hi chris! I was wondering if you knew any fics where Stiles and Derek are in a secret relationship and the pack and/or the sheriff find out?

Hey :)

There’s these fics where the sheriff finds out, some secret and some not so much but there is more secret relationship fics here

Suspect Spells from the Internet, or: How Stiles Found His Soul Mate by seraphina_snape | 24K

“Yo,” Scott said, eyes wide. “Was that Derek in your room?”

Stiles groaned and smacked his forehead, mostly because Scott was too far away to smack and he didn’t really need a broken hand from punching the wall on top of everything.

“Wait,” Scott said, his face impossibly close to the webcam. “Is Derek your soul mate?!

The One Where The Sheriff Attempts to Matchmake by  mikkimouse | 1.4K

Sheriff sets up Derek and Parrish, not realizing that Derek and Stiles are already dating.

Revenge Fake Dating Is Totally A Thing by  seraphina_snape | 32.5K

Sheriff Stilinski walks in on Stiles and Derek in a compromising position and assumes they’re in a relationship even though they were just sneaking around to keep the sheriff out of their supernatural shenanigans. Obviously it’s all Derek’s fault for being so damn suspicious - at least that’s Stiles opinion and the reason why he gives Derek a taste of his own medicine when he invites him over for family dinner at his dad’s request.

Only then Derek turns the tables on Stiles and before Stiles knows it, they’re fake dating for reasons of revenge, one-upmanship and the preservation of Stiles’ relationship with his dad.

No way this can go wrong, right?

What’s Up Pinocchio? by  Brego_Mellon_Nin | 11.9K

Stiles has settled in for a bit of self indulgence, favorite porn uploaded and ready, his recently neglected dick already stirring. For a few minutes he simply watches as the two guys start kissing and touching, but as soon as the bigger guy starts sucking his partner, Stiles groans and grabs for his own erection. Except, when he grabs hold of it, it feels… foreign in his hand. Pulse jumping, he snaps his eyes downward. Then he sputters and flails, nearly tipping over the edge of the mattress. What the everloving fuck?

Stiles knows his dick, okay? He knows it well. He knows how long it is, how thick it is - measuring is a normal thing for a curious teenager, it really is - but somehow, that’s not true anymore.

Night Watch by  bleep0bleep | 1.7K

Stiles finds out via camera footage that an unlikely person has been watching over him.

Ashes, Ashes by  ShanaStoryteller | 2.6K

The Sheriff gets a call at work - someone’s tried to burn down his home with his son inside.

“I thought of you coming here, and finding me dead, of another burnt out husk of a body, something else fire has stolen from you, of you having nothing left to grasp but ashes,” John can’t even call that a whimper, it’s clearly a whine as Derek’s hands tighten against Stile’s hips, as if his boy will shudder to dust at the mere mention of the possibility unless Derek’s hands can hold him into one piece, “and that thought was worse than dying.”

Safe at Anchor by  Jerakeen | 11.3K

All hail Stiles, the Fixer of Wolves.

petiteparreseuse  asked:

For the dirty jenga thing.. 11+24?🙄

lick someone’s neck + suck on someone’s fingers for 30 seconds

Trees, roads, buildings, they all turned into blurs when moving at high speed. It was her preference to sit beside the window when travelling, looking out at the landscape made time move faster. A wistful smile lightening her face as precious memories of car journeys with her mother and father surfaced. Now, she sat with a groaning boyfriend slumped into her side on the train.

Beach trips counted among her favourite short vacations, alongside camping trips. Natsu came into his own in nature. She knew when they chose a house together, it would be in the countryside. The pinkette wasn’t a city dweller, his father raising him to live off the land. Not a day went by that he didn’t complain about pollution and noise.

Catching herself thinking about their future, she could feel her cheeks getting hot. They had only known each other three months, and for two of those months were spent as lovers. Already, their relationship was considered fast.  Natsu made her feel alive, she found herself falling fast and hard for his voracious smile and quirky personality. Her father made his disapproval known, lecturing her on responsibilities.

Lucy couldn’t care less, as far as she was concerned Natsu was her soul mate. No one else matched up to him, no one made her as happy. Life became nothing but smiles and laughter. Sure, they quarrelled, what couple didn’t when passion ran high. Plus, make-up sex made it worth it.

Every. Time.

What could she say? The man knew how to fuck when angry. And there were times for fucking and times for loving. Natsu understood without needing a step-by-step pocket manual, unlike past boyfriends.

“What are you blushing about?” Shivers ran down her spine, his husky voice vividly manifesting her daydreams. Her mind echoing wicked whispers and bodies twisting, writhing under silk bed sheets. Tingles of pleasure shot down her spine, his hot tongue slathering the crook of her neck.

“I know that look,” He whispered, peppering kisses along the crevice. “I know that sigh,” a sharp suck on pulse point, her body humming with arousal. “I know that hitch in your breath.”

Scraping his teeth on her tender flesh, warm breath adding to the sensations making her whimper. Exposing her neck further, she found herself submitting to the onslaught of pleasure.

“What were you thinking about?” He knew. He also knew her weakness, exploiting it without mercy.

“I think I can guess.”

Lucy wiggled her legs together, anticipation building as a hand travelled underneath her shirt. Calloused skin rubbed against supple underbelly, before cupping her breast. Brushing his thumb over a covered nipple, he sucked on her earlobe. Retrieving his hand, chuckling at her disappointed moan, he placed his fingers in her mouth.

“This is where my fingers are going to stay the next time I fuck you.” Natsu shivered as she swirled her tongue, pulling back with a pop.

“What happened to ‘I’m dying Lucy!’?” She asked, scowling at his sudden revival.

“Your ‘fuck me Natsu’ look is a magic cure.” 

Bullshit. And he knew it.

It was her luck the travel sickness medication kicked in at the opportune moment (too Natsu’s amusement).

Yay! The next prompt is out (more NaLu goodness), I didn’t think I would make it today. I hope you like it, let me know what you think ;) 

I spent hardly any time editing so please forgive me

Other completed prompts: 10, 23, 13 + 27, 21, 46

You know, it just hit me (once again) that…


Soul Mates pt. 3

Part 3!!!!! Read part 1 and part 2, or check out my Masterlist for more fanfiction 

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: nah

A/N: Just got back from Sweden and I’m super pumped to post this!! Also, there is only one part left and I’m super excited to post in within the next few days.

Originally posted by xalisiamarvelous

“Let’s go.” You pulled Rachel’s arm as soon as the interview was over.

“I know.” She softly replied. She hadn’t thought about how much this would hurt you when she convinced you to come. You both walked quickly to the exit, but Rachel bumped into someone. “God, watch it.” She seemed irritated, but it was probably just because you were about to cry and she knew how much you hated crying in front of people.

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Why am I like this?

Pairing: Yoongi x Hoseok

Genre: Angst/Fluff/coming out

Warnings: drinking/language

Words: 3.7k

Summary: Yoongi has always had a crush on Hoseok, but was too afraid to admit it to anyone, until Namjoon helped him out.

Originally posted by lesbianbts

Why did I agree to this again?“

It was a Friday night and usually Yoongi would spend them by sitting in his dimmed room working on his lyrics, but this day was different. His room mate, Namjoon, convinced him to go out with him, which didn’t sound appealing at all, but since Namjoon’s urging became quite annoying, Yoongi eventually agreed to go.

Trust me, man, it’ll be fun!“ Well, for Namjoon it, indeed, seemed to be fun.

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Superhero Soulmates AU

           When you live in a world full of superheroes, there are worst things than meta human villains, invading aliens, and psychotic clowns. One of them is having a soulmate.

           Some say it’s better because your other half is easier to find, but they’re not the one who has a hero or a villain for a soulmate. You do.

Superman ✧ Physical Empathy Link ✧12345
Flash ✧ Tracker ✧123
Red Hood ✧ Timer 12
Batman Subconscious Link ✧1

Physical empathy link 
     You don’t feel their pain but your body wears your soulmate’s wounds and scars. You heal when your soulmate heals, but your soulmate heals only if you heal.

Emotional empathy link
    You feel what they feel.

    There’s a countdown for when you’ll meet your soulmate.

     There’s a measurement for how far/close your soulmate is.

Mortality Link
      When you’re 18 you only continue to age once you meet your soulmate. Some heroes and villains take advantage of this opportunity for immortality.

Subconscious link
    You and your soulmate share the same dreams lucidly.

Conscious link
    You and your soulmate have an involuntary telepathic connection.

Double vision
     Your right eye sees what your soulmate sees. In this special case eye-patches are worn to prevent double vision. Some people cover their left eye and watch the world through their soulmate’s eyes.

Identical birthmark
     You have the same birthmark.

Memory link
     Your past memories change to include your soul mate in your happiest moments, as if they’ve always been there, up until the moment you finally meet your soulmate.

Other Half
     A small memento broken in half is found in the blanket you’re wrapped in as a newborn child, and the other half belongs to your soulmate. Losing this memento will rid your chances of finding your soulmate. There have been rumors that criminals steal mementos and sell them in the black market, altering fate.


Summary: You and TJ are soulmates but you have to hide it

TJ Hammond x Reader

Soulmate au: Soulmates name is written on your wrist

Originally posted by sierrarose2232

When you were younger you had no idea who your soulmate was. Everyday you would look down at the name written on your wrist, Thomas James Hammond. You always thought that sounded like a fancy name.

You dreamed of fairy tale castles, a handsome prince, a knight in shining armour to whisk you away. That wasn’t what you got.

After meeting your soulmate, your dream was to become a reporter. You had managed to get a summer internship at a local news agents and you were shadowing one of the head reporters on all her articles, most of which were covering the upcoming elections.

That was when you realised who your soulmate was. Bud Hammond was running for office, and his son Thomas James or ‘TJ’ was your soulmate.

You didn’t tell anyone, what would they say? What would you say? You had no clue what to do with the fact that your soulmate was most probably the next president’s son. You figured that, in time, the universe would bring the two of you together. If not, you always knew where to find him.

After your internship they offered you a part time job which you eagerly accepted, though you were young you began to establish a name for yourself. In fact, you were doing so well you decided not to go to college and focus on your already growing career.

Two years into your job as an established journalist you got a knock on the door, it was two men in pristine suits who told you that you were needed at the White House.

It was a very nerve wracking experience considering neither of them answered your questions and you weren’t allowed to bring anything to record your visit or tell anyone where you were going.

When you arrived they escorted you through the White House and into a large office where in front of you was more security guards and behind a desk was President Bud Hammond. “Please sit,” he gestured to the chair in front of the desk.

Hesitantly you took a seat and President Hammond dismissed the bodyguards who reluctantly left. “Is it true?” he asked.

“Is..what true?” you asked unsure.

“Let me see your wrist,” he half asked, half demanded. Soulmate marks were a very personal matter but you didn’t want to piss off the president so you showed him your mark, the name of his son on your wrist.

He sighed, “Listen, Y/N. I’m sure you’re a very nice person but we don’t want this getting out.”

“Don’t want what getting out?” you asked, very confused as to what was happening.

“You and my son are soulmates. But my son is a smart boy, destined for great things. No offence to you but you’re from a small town, you don’t come from a rich family and you didn’t go to college. That’s not the image we’re trying to sell of the first family. Plus, with your budding career as a journalist we have to take in the possibility that you could use this against us as blackmail for information that should not be released to the public.”

“What information are you not releasing to the public,” you asked quickly, your journalistic instincts taking over.

“None of your business,” he narrowed his eyes.

You sighed, “Why are you keeping us apart. We’re soulmates, surely that’s illegal.”

“If you’ve met and formed a bond, just because I know doesn’t mean I have a legal obligation to bring you together. TJ has no idea who you are or that you’re here, and it’ll stay that way.”

“I’ll have you know that you should trust me. I’ve known about TJ for the past three years and I haven’t said anything, I wouldn’t in the future either,” you told him, keeping up a glaring eye contact. “But thanks for the vote of confidence.”

You stood up, “I’ll be going home now. Please don’t send anymore men in suits to my door.”

You did as you were told, you never told anyone TJ was your soulmate. Not even after his family left the White House, not when you became one of the most well known journalists and you could have used it as something to get you higher. You didn’t because you didn’t want to, didn’t need to.

Just as you always thought, the universe has a plan and you and TJ were definitely destined to meet. You were out at a bar enjoying a promotion, your friends were drunk out of their mind at the table whilst you sat at the bar sipping on a scotch.

“A shot, please,” you heard a male voice next to you, you turned to you right and saw none other than TJ Hammond. Your soulmate was less than a meter away from you and you were frozen solid.

Unfortunately, he noticed your staring. He gave you a quick, fake smile and downed his shot, “You recognise me, huh?”

You nodded, unable to speak.

“I don’t get a lot of this anymore but you look pretty star struck,” he chuckled, “You want a photo or something.”

You shook your head, “Y-you’re TJ. TJ Hammond.”

He nodded slowly, “Yes that’s me.”

“TJ Hammond.”


“As in Thomas James Hammond.”

“This is getting creepy.”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you blurted out and he froze. “I’m your soulmate.”

TJ reached over and grabbed your wrist and pulled back the sleeve, sure enough his name was on there, just as your name was on his. “Oh my god,” he breathed. “Why didn’t you find me sooner? Clearly you knew who I was.”

You shrugged, “I didn’t want to force that on you, I figured we’d meet eventually. Plus your dad kind of threatened me not to.”

TJ clenched his jaw, “Of course,” he huffed out air through his nose then looked at you. Really looked at you.  He took in the colour of your eyes, your hair, the curve of your face and the light smile that played on your face.

“We have a lot of time to catch up on,” he grinned.

You smiled widely at him, “Yes we do,” you agreed.

“This place blows, I’ll show you a place cooler than here,” he said, taking your hand and pulling you from the bar. He paused when he got to the door and you crashed into him, “Aren’t those your friends?” he asked, pointing to the booth with your friends in it.

You shrugged, “They’ll live without me for one night, I just found my soulmate,” you smiled and a large smile spread across TJ’s face. It had been only a few minutes but he already could feel himself falling in love with you.


A/N- It’s a bit short I know but I hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think of it, requests are open xx

Second Chances (J-Hope SoulMate AU)


2) “How long have you known?”

Prompt list can be found here

Member: BTS J-Hope x Y/N

Type: angst

You kicked your legs back and forth, launching forward and back on the small swing set meant for someone half of your age. The wind felt oddly soothing on your tear stained cheeks, but not soothing enough to stop the actual tears from falling. You sniffed, your knuckles wrapped tight around the chains holding the seat in place. Reality was finally beginning to hit you. 

“How long have you known?” a voice equally as upset as yours croaked just behind your back. 

You didn’t have to turn around to know who the voice belonged to. You slowly stopped your legs from kicking, allowing them to flop in the air and eventually halt all motion on the swing set. Your tennis shoes skid in the gravelly play area, bringing you to a complete stop. You hung your head, sniffing again. 

“Since the moment I met you,” you whispered. 

The evolution of the human race has been one of the most inconvenient situations of your life. You were taught from a young age that you were blessed to live in a society that had such a strong idea of soul mates. In ancient times, individuals would wander around, hoping to find love, and never knowing for sure if the person they were with was “the one.” In today’s day and age, all you had to do was look down at your wrist, the constant reminder that there was someone out there that the world wanted you to be with. It was fate. It was destiny. 

And it left a sour taste in your mouth. 

When you moved to Korea, your parents had high hopes. They knew you hadn’t found your soul mate yet. Someone on the earth was quietly existing with the same birthmark on their wrist that you had. Someone you had never met and weren’t entirely sure you ever wanted to. 

You didn’t like the idea of constraint and were one of the most noncommittal people you had ever known. You had looked upon friends, ones who had found their other half, and wondered how they did it. You envied those you had classes with, who after years of searching their own bodies, came to the conclusion they were not given a birthmark. You couldn’t imagine the freedom they had to have felt. The relief. 

So as your parents waved you off in the airport terminal, hoping this move would launch your life in more ways than one, you rubbed a thumb over your wrist, smiling bitterly to yourself. 

Getting your birthmark removed was an extremely taboo action. As you stepped into the dark, little shop, known among the underground in Korea for it’s birthmark removal, you couldn’t shake the nerves. It was relatively painful, but you tried to revel in it. You wanted to mildly punish yourself, masochistically suffer for leaving someone on earth all alone. You tried to remind yourself that this was your life, and you were done putting someone else first. Even if destiny hadn’t intended for it to be that way. 

A few months after ridding yourself of that ugly, red smudge, you had finally gotten used to your naked skin. You felt an invisible weight lifted from your shoulders, focusing more on what made you happy instead of searching others bodies around you, wondering if they were “the one.”

The day was as ordinary as any other, a slight rain hitting the streets of Seoul when you decided to take that hip hop class you had always put off. You stumbled into the building, taking a seat on the hardwood and settled in to the small crowd of people around you. You felt warm and comfortable as you looked around, the smiles of your fellow dancers confirming that you had made the right decision. 

That was until he walked in. He was easily one of the most gorgeous people you had ever seen. His hair cascaded over his forehead in the style of smooth bangs. His eyes were constantly hidden as his face was always smiling, his high cheekbones turning his eyes into crescents, smiling all on their own. His reputation proceeded him as the best dancer in the class. You had assumed that with that kind of reputation, most of the other dancers would feel uneasy around him, but instead, everyone was incredibly at ease. Not only was he handsome and talented, but also kind. 

“You’re new,” he smiled, plopping directly in front of you without visiting anyone else in the room. “I’m Hoseok, my friends call me Hobi.”

“I’m Y/N,” you had nodded. You stuck out your hand for him to shake, instantly wincing at your extremely Western greeting. Hoseok took it in stride, reaching out to grab you hand and give it a strong shake. You caught your breath for a moment as his arm began to return to his lap. 

Your birthmark. 

Well, his birthmark. It wasn’t yours anymore. 

You felt sick to your stomach. Maybe there was more than one person out there with the same markings. Maybe it wasn’t exactly the same. Maybe it was a tattoo he had gotten on his own. 

“Oh, what’s that?” you questioned, trying to hide the trembling in your voice. You motioned to his wrist with a short nod. 

“Ah, my birthmark,” he chuckled, rubbing his fingers over it fondly. “I kinda wish it was in a cooler shape…but I’m okay with it. It gives me hope.”

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those softies who believes in true love,” you laughed uneasily. 

“Absolutely!” he gasped. “Whenever I find someone with the same birthmark as me, it’s the end game! I’m going to treat them like they are a beautiful flower. Which I’m sure they are if they’re my soul mate.”

You nodded, biting your lip. For a moment, you thought you may begin to cry. You began stacking up the brick wall around your heart. You couldn’t under any circumstances let Hoseok in. You had made your decision and you were going to stick to it. 

“Where’s your birthmark?” Hoseok grinned. “Doesn’t happen to be on your wrist, does it?” 

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You thrust both wrists upwards toward him and sighed. You closed your eyes for a moment and swallowed before you could verbalize anything. “I was born without one.”

“How could you?” Hoseok whimpered, glued to his spot behind you. 

“I thought it would be easier this way,” you whispered, hissing the words. They stung coming out of your mouth. You couldn’t believe you had placed such hurt on the man who was meant to be your soul mate. 

“Easier? In what universe could this have been easier?” Hoseok cried. He stumbled forward to stand in front of you, forcing you to see his puffy face, angry and red from crying. “You could’ve told me, you know. I would have understood.”

“I didn’t know what I wanted,” you croaked. You were lying. You knew exactly what you wanted when you met Hobi. You wanted him, but were too scared. Too scared to admit what you had done. Too scared that he would reject you if he didn’t believe your story. 

“Well, I did!” he gasped. “And it wasn’t fair to take it away from me, Y/N. It was actually really shitty.”

A few moments of silence passed between you, only sniffling being exchanged as you both kept a safe distance from each other. 

“How did you find out?” you whispered, breaking the awkward air. 

“Namjoon,” Hoseok said bitterly. “Well, not really Namjoon. From you.”

You hiccuped, looking up at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“I know you two are close,” he grumbled, kicking at the gravel by his feet. “Namjoon wasn’t born with a birthmark. We all helped him look one day…searching every inch of skin for even the smallest imperfection in a freckle, but you knew that. That’s why you were talking to him about it. That’s when he asked you if you two should just chalk up your losses and become your own makeshift soul mates…and that’s when you told him…you told him about your birthmark removal.”

Hoseok paused, letting a silent cry rip through him. He moved his sleeves across his cheekbones and sighed before continuing. 

“You told him you had found your soul mate already.”

“Hoseok,” you whimpered, biting your lip. Your whole face felt numb. It had been so soaked with tears for so long that you felt like a wrinkled prune. Whether Namjoon had told Hobi himself or Hobi had overheard the discussion, you were left feeling like a fool. 

“Why couldn’t you tell me?” Hoseok moaned. “You knew how badly I wanted it. You knew how badly I wanted it to be you.”

“You wouldn’t have believed me!” you gasped. “You would have thought I was just telling you what you wanted to hear…and -”

“It’s okay to admit you were scared,” he said, cutting you off. It was as if he was reading your mind. Then again you wouldn’t be surprised if that was another dark perk to having a soul mate. “I would have understood.”

“But now?” you whispered. Your worst fear crossed your mind for only a moment. What if Hobi wanted to get his birthmark removed as well? 

“But now…everything hurts,” Hoseok whispered. “My head, my heart, my lungs…I ache with the years that I didn’t know…but…but in that same ache is a bitter want. I still…I still want you?”

You sat in shock, unsure if you had heard his words correctly. You hadn’t known why, but you had assumed Hoseok would never forgive you. After some of the boys in the dorm gave you the head’s up that Hobi knew, you had isolated yourself, crying over your loss. It was if he had died because you assumed he would never trust you again. 

You should have known better. You had known him long enough to know how kind and delicate he was. Of course he was forgiving. He was sunshine and pure goodness. You didn’t deserve him. 

“You…you want me?” you stuttered. “Still?”

“Since the moment I saw this birth mark on my wrist,” Hoseok sniffed. “My mom would tell me stories about great loves. She would tell me about how her and my dad had found each other. I was so excited to find my own story, Y/N. To find out that you were my story after all this time…I can’t just give that up. I’ve never known either of us to quit anything.”

You stood, slowly closing the gap between you and Hoseok. Your hands were shaking as they reached up to rest on his chest. You put a slight pressure on his sweater, making sure he was really there and this wasn’t all just the product of mass emotion and a hyperactive imagination. “I’m so sorry, Hoseok.”

“It’s going to take me a little time to get over,” he nodded, cracking the first small smile you had seen in days. “But I will. You know I’m an advocate for second chances.” 

Originally posted by hoseokwhy

anonymous asked:

Hello, im happy to have found and now to read your blog- i can feel you are real.I have one question - what is your opinion on Familiars also called Fetch-Bride or Fetch-Mate? (So, the Double, not the imp) How can i find mine, or contact? I know, S(HE) is there...had contact already but only in most terrible situations and in some very strange dreams-inside -a dream

In my own opinion, the familiar is both a soul-double and an imp. It’s a spirit that’s not us, but not entirely separate from us either. 
I have a few familiars, each attained at important steps in my journey as a witch. 
First and foremost, the familiar is both a teacher and a servant. It teaches us about witchcraft, about ourselves, and any other hidden information we ask it to fetch (pun intended). It also protects us and represents us. 
I can’t speak for everyone, but mine usually appear as animals, though recently I’ve been finding out that they appear in other disturbing forms (usually to outside eyes). Each of those beasts closely represents me as a witch. 

Familiars often find their way to their witches before the opposite. Mine came to me. You’ll often notice an unusual amount of a certain animal around you. But then again, if your area is heavily populated with crows, and you see them a lot, it doesn’t mean you have a crow familiar (but it doesn’t mean that you don’t either).
I’ll give you an example. I know a witch with a spider familiar, and when they found out, it was because spiders clung to their car, their house windows, and even dropped from the ceiling onto their hands. It was within the span of two weeks that it happened all of a sudden. 

But not all familiars are so forthcoming. Some require you to look first. To find your familiar is to find your connection to the wild. You need to go to a wild place that you have a connection with. It must be cut off from civilized society. And yes, there are wild places in cities (the places we fear, like back alleys).
When there, you need to make a call to it. Ask the genius loci to reveal it. It may be a physical animal that appears, or it may be a vision of sorts. If you have to wonder, it isn’t it. You’ll know. 

Prompt 6 - Animal Soulmates

Jason is a grey wolf and the reader is a red fox.

This is really bad, I’m so sorry for butchering this great idea.

@somethins-gotta-give ​and I came up with this amazing idea, but I’m pretty sure I fucked it up!! So sorry!


You darted through the woods in your fox form, trying desperately to get away from the lion who had been chasing you. You had accidently stumbled upon the hungry cat when they were in the middle of their meal. You had run into wolf territory, trying to deter the big cat, but they just kept chasing you. You burst out of the tree line and into a large clearing where a whole pack of wolves was resting.

Intruder” you duck down as the smallest wolf stands up, teeth bared.

Please, I’m sorry, I’m just trying to get away from…

Suddenly the lion bursts out of the trees, snarling. The creature is completely rabid, he hasn’t been human in a long time. The two largest wolves stepped forward growling at the cat. The lion didn’t have the common sense to flee in the face of an entire pack of wolves. The largest wolf was the one who attacked the lion, the fight was quick and bloody. The wolf clawed the lion across the face, blinding it, and then the lion fled.

You look up at the second largest wolf, who was standing over you. For some reason you felt safe with him, you crawled forward until you were underneath him, curling up tightly, trying to hide from the rest of his pack.

Hello, my name is Y/N

You could hear the large wolf let out a husky chuckle, “Hello, Y/N. I’m Jason

Thank you for helping me” you whisper, “I will leave now, I’m really sorry for intruding” But when you stood up to leave Jason grabbed you by the scruff of the neck and picked you up, “What are you doing?!?

Jason, let her go” the alpha growled.

Sorry Bruce, but I think I want to keep her

Bruce growled, “I want everyone to shift right now

All of the wolves obeyed, even Jason, but you were scared. You could feel the connection that you already have with Jason, he was your soulmate, and you knew that he could feel it too. Your souls were trying to merge, had already formed a fragile bond.

Instead of obeying the alphas command you twist around and snap at Jason, not really making contact, but getting close enough to startle. He drops you and you take off back into the woods. You can hear shouting and a small scuffle from the clearing, but you didn’t hear anyone follow you. With a sigh you begin the long journey to you apartment back in Gotham.


You shifted back into your human form when you got back to the apartment. Immediately you went into your bedroom and stood in front of the full length mirror.

“You know, this really doesn’t do him any justice” you murmur, gently running your hand over the tattoo that takes up the majority of your leg.

Everyone has a tattoo of their soulmates animal form somewhere on their body. Yours was a huge black wolf with a white patch a fur on his forehead, just like Jason in real life. When you were younger you had always been excited to finally meet your mate, to live happily ever after. But then when you were a teenager, the tattoo faded, your mate had died. Immediately your health also began to fail, people believed that soulmates were actually one soul always looking for its other half, and when one half died, the other was soon to follow. You were dying without ever having known the one who was killing you, suddenly a month or so later you got better. The color went back into the tattoo, now with the white mark on its head.

“That really wasn’t the way I wanted to meet my miracle mate! He was so hot! He would never go for someone like me!!”

“I thought foxes were supposed to be clever”

You scream when you heard Jason talk. Diving for the covers, trying to hide your naked body from your mate.

“Don’t worry! I didn’t see anything” he calls from around the corner of your bedroom door.

“How did you even get in here?! How did you find me?!?”

“I followed you of course”

“I didn’t even hear you!” You scramble for cloths, grabbing your pajamas from the night before. You storm out into your living room to face your soulmate.

Jason’s face breaks into a huge grin when he sees what you are wearing. “So you like the Red Hood, huh?”

You blush, “He’s hot, what can I say“

Jason chuckled, “I’m sorry I scared you, but you fucking ran away!! I couldn’t just let you leave!”

You sigh softly, “Fine, time for a proper introduction! I’m Y/N, this is my apartment, and you are kinda creepy! I mean really you could have just knocked on the door!!”

Jason shakes your hand, “I’m Jason, you are really hard o track when you don’t want to be found, and I really am sorry for scaring you. Will you go on a date with me?”

You burst out laughing, “Yeah, definitely!”

The smile that Jason gives you makes his entire face light up, it makes him look so much younger. “Great!!” He glances at the time and groans, “I didn’t realize that it was so late”

“You can stay here for the night if you want” You already felt like you could trust this man, you could feel your souls growing more attached.

You were really grateful that your wolf had been stupid enough to stumble upon a rabid lion. As you curl up in bed with your mate you can feel both of your animals practically purring in delight. You had found your mate, you had found the other half of your soul. feel both of your animals practically purring in delight. You had found your mate, you had found the other half of your soul.

You could tell that Jason had secrets, there were parts of him full of insecurity and anger, but the two of you would work through everything. You would have no secrets between the two of you, but that was a concern for another time, right now you were just going to enjoy being with the man you would grow to love.

anonymous asked:

Gigi: walks for one of the most important shows during nyfw Zayn: meh Liam: wears a Pizza hat Zayn: laughs uncontrollably like is the funniest and most precious thing any human being has ever done

Let’s see if we can visualize and compare, shall we?

Here he is with his platonic male “friend”

Here he is at a highly publicized event supporting his supermodel girlfriend:

Surely that’s just a one-off though, right? He was probably just tired from his flight. Let’s keep looking….

With her

With his bro

Date night with his gf



Hmmm…..it’s a head-scratcher for sure. What can we conclude?

Good times indeed.

Writing and Running

Not a request, just a post I saw from @let-gavin-free: “Soul mate AU where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/whatever the hell you want, it will show up on your soul mates skin as well.”

Summary: Percabeth soul mate AU. Percy enjoys reading the notes that his soulmate writes on themselves, but when they write down a location that they’ll be at, Percy goes a bit OTT.

Word count: 1,026 Words


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