we're done here everybody, i'm gone
Random ideas that come to me when I'm reading other fanfics. No smut, just fluff, angst, AUs, all that good stuff. Lime is okay for me.
Might turn some into full stories if enough people (plus myself) like it.
Or...
Okok, so soulmate bracelets. I have no idea if anyone's done this specifically before, but whatever. So soulmate bracelets obviously represent your soulmate. There are 2 kinds of bracelets. One (looks like the one in the pic [thats my hand btw {you have no fucking clue how hard it was to take that photo}]), is the kind that females get. The charm tied to the bracelet represents their soulmate. The second one is wider and has crosses made around it with twine. The colors are the ones that they'll see their soulmate wearing when they first meet.
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Quick sketch of it. People get their bracelets at 13 years old from a place that sells them. Sort of like Ollivander's (the wand maker) in Harry Potter. They can take them off, but they can never lose them. When people finally find their soulmate, they'll say the other's name immediately. Alrighty, now that that's out of the way, let's gooo—
oh yeah, Tom is sorta pastel, his mom is normal, dad is usually busy, and also takes place in high school. of course. (I am aware that high school doesn't exist in Britain now, but...I kinda just- don't know much about it)
(Tom's POV)
From the time I had gotten my bracelet and all throughout the last few years of school, I've hated my bracelet. It made no sense. I went to the bracelet maker, excited to finally get my broad, leather strap with crosses weaved into it. But instead of that, I got a female bracelet.
My mom had said it meant I was 'special'. Special, meaning there was something wrong. I thought it was a mistake. I'm not a girl. My bracelet had black leather and twine, like all female bracelets. Of course, the most important part of a soulmate bracelet being the charm. Mine was a weird bent 'M' shape with a line extending out. A little bit of black ink accented the symbol, making it more defined.
I never wear my bracelet if I can help it. All the other students show off their bracelet with pride; especially the girls. They admire each other's, saying how pretty it looks or who it reminds them of. I always avoid those who constantly talk about their soulmates. Which is- unsurprisingly- quite difficult. The exact reason why I only have 2 friends. Edd Gold and Matt Greaves.
In all the time I've known them, they only talked about their bracelets once. That's it. And I'm grateful for it.
But of course that had to be changed today.
"So, Tom," Edd started out, taking a sip out of a cola can. "You never really told us about your bracelet." I tense up a bit, gripping my cafeteria seat slightly. Even with all the students chatting around us, it feels like anything I say will be heard by everyone. "I-...uh-," I let out a sigh. "My bracelet is really weird."
Matt hums, coaxing me into telling them. "How weird can it be? It's just 2 colors, right? It's not like you have a girl's bracelet!" Edd asks with a small laugh. I remain silent. "Actually..." Edd slams his hands on the table. "WAIT A MINUTE—" I slap my hand over his mouth. "Shut the fuck up!" I hiss at him.
