#i tried to explain the tweet about fighting people in the parking lot with chains and scythes but she hates it when i try to explain tweets

[recurring-polynya]

if i were a hisagi stan i would just keep drawing fanart of him with kazeshini's chains attached to his wallet until i got bullied off the internet

[luci-is-a-devil-]

Soulmate!Seungkwan

(Notes! So this is the last seventeen soulmate!AU, who do you want next? Also this is a monster of an au but I really love seungkwan.) warning: violence, blood (not a lot of either though) •So the way you find your soulmate is by touching them •when you touch them, you just know •some people say that your heart starts beating very quickly •others say it slows down along with time •so stories vary from town to town • •Some kids are afraid to touch others but not you •you touch literally anything and everything •people, dogs, cats, snakes, clothes, you name it, you've tried to touch it •when you went to kindergarten your mom asked you why you needed to touch everything •you look her dead in the eyes •"if I can't touch them, how do I know it's not fake?" •when she argued with you, saying that they were thing that you couldn't touch, like love or fear •but you explained to her that you could touch love, touching yourself you said that you felt the love between your parents •touching your head, you said you were touching what people fear, a creative child •your mom stared in shock, thinking 'when did this child become mature' •but as you left the room, touching the walls on the way out, you could feel her eyes burning into your small figure • •as the years continue, you grow as a person •learning what you love, what you hate •you like painting, drawing, art is an outlet that lets you get away from the real world •the world in which your parents are fighting over you •your mom arguing that you're a freak, that no one could love a freak •your dad arguing that so what, you're their daughter no matter what •that night, you paint a picture of a happy family •but not with a daughter, with a son •a young boy, and a baby •when you finished, you leave the painting on the table in your room •silently slipping out of the window, to go away for a while •go to a place where you're not strange, where you could be yourself •walking downtown in jeans and a hoodie, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible •as inconspicuous as a twelve year old walking in the dark can be •making it to the skate park where a teens are hanging out •the familiar smell of smoke clogging up your nose •laying down on a patch of grass, looking at the stars twinkling •reminding you that the world is huge while you are just a tiny speck in the universe •spending hours looking at the stars until, the teens start to smoke something else •walking back through the alley, you try to avoid the incoming teens •when you make it back to your house, you climb back through the window •seeing the paintbrush that you had used, was now clean, along with the paint now put on the wall where it belonged •of course your dad came to check up on you, but didn't yell at you for leaving the house •it's a terrible environment for a child, always fighting • •years pass by, and you're no longer the twelve year old who avoided those teens •you're one of them now •one of the teens who loiter at the skate park at night •with the other teens who feel unloved and unwanted •with each night you went to the skate park, the angrier your mom got •your dad was still living at the house but you both knew that he was having an affair •your mom was an alcoholic, who pretended that everything was alright •as if her child wasn't hanging with the delinquents, and her husband is cheating on her with a younger female •she wouldn't leave because that would make her a 'bad mom' •but at least this left you with inspiration for your art •according to the teachers though, that was your only ticket out • •so in your science class, your teacher pulled you over •she was a sweet lady, and a good teacher but you honestly just didn't understand the class •she explained that with you grade so low, you couldn't move up a grade •but she had asked around for you, looking for someone who needed community hours •there was a boy who needed them and had been willing to tutor you •she told you to be at the library tomorrow at three after class •giving her a tight lipped smile, you walked out of the hell hole you were required to go to •with a sigh, you walked back home •each step heavier then the last •knowing that both of them would be at home, meaning there was a fight waiting to happen •climbing through the window, you found your dad sitting on your bed, head in hands •when he heard the soft sound of your feet hitting the floor he sat up, looking at you •it had bees so long since you've looked at him, really looked •sitting down next to him, you rest your head on his shoulder •hearing soft sobs start to come from him, you knew •it was over, he was leaving •you'd stay with your mom until he got a big enough apartment that he could go to court •with every tear that he wept, your heart got heavy •you had caused this, heartaches and pain for everyone •"it's okay dad." •making him sob harder, because it was his turn to think 'when did this child become mature' •when he had calmed down, he kissed your forehead and left •left your room, the house, left you •letting a few tears escape your eyes before sitting at your desk and starting to paint •ignoring the homework you had, you painted, you painted what you felt •anger, sadness, fear, so many emotions but you couldn't pin point which one was the main one •wrapped up in painting. You didn't hear the door slam open •or your mom storm in, bottle it hand •you only realized she was in the room when her hand pulled away from your face •striking you, hard with the hand that had her wedding ring •again and again she hit you, yelling that you caused this •when she finished and spat on you, and then left to go drink herself into oblivion •standing up slowly, you touched your sore cheek •it was most definitely bruising, and there was small beads of blood trailing down from where the ring had hit •standing up, you packed a bag •clothes, and a sketchbook, paints, whatever fit in the bag •slinging this bag on your shoulder, and your school bag in your hand •you left, unsure if you were returning •with each step, you started to run •feeling your heart beat quickly, your lungs start to work hard •running aimlessly, you allow your feet to carry you to wherever they choose •somehow you feel free, as if the chains that were holding you back, were now off, the weigh on your shoulders disappeared •as you ran, you felt stares from people, their eyes glaring into you •judging you •but you didn't give a fuck •you ended up at the only constant in your life, the skate park •teens were starting to gather there already •while some older kids were still using it for its actual use •doing a quick scan of the park, you saw that the emptiest place was under a tree •hopefully far enough that when the other teens came, they wouldn't bother you •laying down, you put the bag that had clothes in it under your head •after what happened today, you were tired •mentally, emotionally, physically •curling into a ball, you fell asleep • •when you woke up, the sun was shining unlike the sunset you had fallen asleep to •the birds were tweeting, and there were no teens in sight •realizing that you overslept, you stood up and ran again •even though your thighs were killing you, and your feet were screaming at you stop, you pushed harder •running to school, because that's what would get you out of here •when you ran into the building, you heard your name called by the vice principal •when he saw you though, he gasped •asking you what happened, with worry written on his face •shrugging at him and responding that you overslept •you waited for your weekend detention slip •it came, but he kept prying, wanting to hear the drama •but you wouldn't tell him, walking to your locker, you stuffed the bag with your possessions inside •and carried on to your classes •in every class you went too, everyone stared at you •you were in the same clothes as yesterday, your cheeks were bruised and you had a split lip •but you ignored all questions, if you answered you'd go into foster care since your dad couldn't care for you •and that would not help, so you zipped your lips •when you got too science class though, your teacher gasped •visibly shocked at your wounds, she tried asking what happened •giving her a small smile that probably made more questions, you sat down in your seat •ignoring the looks, you looked at the window •when the bell rang, you were the first out •running to the library, so you wouldn't be late for your tutor •sitting at a table, you waited until a short boy and two others sat at the table nervously •"I'm seungkwan, your tutor" •the short boy greeted, introducing the two as Vernon and Chan •waving at them, you felt the stares at your wounds •"what are we studying?" •apparently that's not the response that they were expecting •all of their mouth wide, eyes shocked that you didn't curse at them •giggling, you took out your science book, and looked at Seungkwan •with that, he woke up from his trance and started helping •his two friends got over it and started messing with each other •seungkwan was good at tutoring and made weird ways to remember everything •like little songs that made you laugh because, he's singing about the chemicals in stuff •sadly you do have to leave since the library is closing •packing up your stuff, you waited for the three boys to leave so you could go back to the park •but it seemed that they wanted to walk you home •because according to Vernon "their all gentlemen" •with that, they walk behind you even when you slow down to stop to get your bag of stuff •when you passed the skate park though, you turned to the males and just kinda pointed at the tree you had slept under •"that's home" •cue the shocked face again •and seungkwan just kinda flails because you can't sleep outside, you'll get sick •and you shrug and wave at the boys, intending to walk away •but before you could, Seungkwan grabs your hand •and everything stops, you can hear your heartbeat, you can feel the concern that he has, the warmth that he carries •looking at him, he's even more shocked now •you're his soulmate!!! •his soulmate cannot sleep outside, making his point even stronger •pretty much dragging you, he walks toward a street of houses •with Vernon and chan running behind you, because they have no idea what's going on •when seungkwan opens the door to a pretty White House and calls for him mom •you kinda freeze •what the hell is this kid doing??? •when his mom comes out from the kitchen and looks at you, she too like all other adults today, gasp •you sigh, knowing that you're going to have to explain what happened •which you're correct, but what you don't expect is for her too pull you into a hug, to tell you that she's so sorry but you're safe now •tears in your eyes, because maybe just maybe this could be your new skate park • • •it was the day of graduation, a lot had happened in a year and a half •Mrs.Boo had made you go to the police to report your mom •but she managed to have them let you stay with them •one night you and a few of seungkwan's friends returned to your house to get your stuff •within six months you dad found an apartment, and you moved in •he divorced your mom, who you were not forced to see thankfully •but most importantly, the boy who kept you sane through all of this was with you every step of the way •seungkwan had managed to get your grades up, which made some art schools interested in your talent •completely turning around your life, all thanks too you failing science • •when you got your diploma, all you wanted to do was curl up with seungkwan and the other twelve boys you'd grow close too •but they had different plans •within two hours, you and seungkwan were at the movies, going on a date because according to them study dates don't count •when the movie was about to start you grabbed his hand •"thank you for being my star, boo" •"pshh… ur welcome" •both of you have rosy cheeks and are super embarrassed • •yeah, you might be a small speck in the universe but you matter to a bunch of other specks •especially the speck with soft brown hair and rosy cheeks •the speck who sings you bed when you have nightmares •the speck who tells you that one day, you'll design the cover of his album • •(that speck is boo seungkwan, and he's not a speck to be messed with)