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ive been dead for years but what the fuck

excuse me but what the fuck

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#SyndiSparklez

Syndisparklez fic with a healthy dose of vitamin fluff and angst

Based off of @communitymc’s post about this

The first two times Tom kissed Jordan, there really wasn’t much to it other than trying to mess with their fandoms. Well, maybe that only applied to the first time. The second time, Jordan technically initiated it, emphasizing on their ship name before he kissed him.

The third time they kissed was a whole different story.

It had been a few months since they last saw each other, and when they did, they went out for dinner. A few fans had recognized them and asked for pictures, and both of them were happy to oblige them.

During the impromptu photoshoot, he made the mistake of looking at Jordan, who was positively beaming as he enthusiastically made conversation with his fans, and the sight flooded his heart with warmth. It didn’t help that Jordan turned to look at him, his eyes alight with joy and affection that did wonders to Tom’s heart. Tom wrapped him in a quick hug before planting his lips on Jordan’s, who was red and laughing as he pulled away. “Damn it, Tom,” he said, laughing. “I can already see our Tumblr tag exploding.”

Tom laughed with him, and he was slightly disappointed that their night had progressed normally, without any other mention of the sudden kiss.

As Tom watched Jordan leave, he felt an all too familiar ache in his heart, and he muttered a curse under his breath.

Tom was in love with Jordan, so he did the obvious thing to do: mentally make a list of why he shouldn’t be.

One, Jordan was definitely straight. (Maybe? He did initiate the second kiss though, although he was probably just doing it for the same reasons Tom kissed him that first time.)

Two, they were best friends. He couldn’t ruin that because of this stupid love thing. Plus, Jordan’s just going to flat out reject him and things between them will be weird. (They kissed thrice as friends though, and things weren’t too different after that.)

Three…

Tom groaned out loud, his mind drawing a blank for other reasons. Making a list was too much work, plus it was simultaneously depressing him and getting his hopes up.

The next rational thing to do was to avoid Jordan until this whole love thing blew over, which was why Tom was at the bar with him-

Damn it, this was harder than he thought.

“You still here?” Jordan asked in an amused tone, although there was a hint of concern underneath.

“Of course,” Tom said, his eyes focusing on Jordan’s. He opened his mouth to say something else, but he closed it almost immediately after.

Jordan stared at him for a second after that, but if he noticed anything off, he didn’t show it.

It was all Jordan’s fault, Tom thought angrily. Jordan and his stupid smile and his stupid face. The stupid kisses and the way Jordan’s face brightened whenever he’d see Tom.

“Are…you okay?” Jordan said, sounding hesitant. He was in the middle of telling a joke, Tom remembered, about the restaurant they were eating at. “I didn’t think my joke was that bad.”

Tom’s felt his face relax, previously holding a scowl he didn’t know he had. He relaxed because it was rude to be randomly scowling at your best friend, he reminded himself. It wasn’t because of Jordan’s stupid concerned look or his stupid pout.

“It’s just…there’s something on your lip.” Tom said lamely.

Jordan’s hand immediately went up to his mouth, but Tom grabbed his hand from across the table and leaned in, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

Fuck.

Tom pulled away from an increasingly red Jordan, who was laughing as he covered his face with a hand. Tom was also suddenly aware of a camera pointed in their direction, and he mentally cursed himself for not noticing it sooner. “#SyndiSparklez strikes again, huh?” Jordan said, and Tom felt his heart sink.

He felt his own face brighten up though, laughing along with Jordan. “Damn right!”

He was in love with Jordan, and just mentally acknowledging that made his heart flutter. Tumblr was also convinced that they were already dating, especially with the two public kisses they had within the span of a week.

That thought alone gave him an idea, and he scheduled another meeting with Jordan, but this time Tom was going to make sure there weren’t any cameras or fans around for him to use to disguise his horrible attempts at actually kissing Jordan as some sort of publicity stunt.

They met up in some small restaurant, and Tom felt both relieved and nervous at the fact that it was empty, excet for them and the staff. Relieved because it meant he could actually carry out his plan, and nervous because of the same reason. His thoughts grinded to a halt when he saw Jordan looking at him with a tense expression, one that filled him with dread.

“Tom, I want to talk about something, if that’s okay with you.” Jordan said, looking like he tried to swallow a shoe.

“Sure thing.” he answered automatically, his brain going haywire trying to envision the worst case scenario.

“It’s about…” Jordan scratched the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly. “The whole Syndisparklez thing, and the kisses and stuff.”

Fuck.

“It’s…making me uncomfortable, to be honest.” Jordan said, sheepishly looking at Tom before his eyes darted downwards. “I’m sorry for being a killjoy about this but-”

“No, no!” Tom said, trying to go for casual and dismissive, but at the same time not completely heartbroken. “I understand, we haven’t really discussed this whole thing and it’s unfair for me to not consider how you feel about this whole thing. You don’t have to worry about it from now on though. Promise.”

Some of the tension fell off of Jordan, and he was almost smiling. “Thanks for understanding.”

“Anytime, Sparklez.”

Tom knew it was coming, it was even in his fucking two-item list about why this whole thing wouldn’t work out. Jordan obviously felt uncomfortable about the whole situation while Tom used it to…to enable his impossible fantasies about a relationship with Jordan.

This whole time he’d never seriously entertained the idea that Jordan might actually hate being randomly kissed, and to make things worse Tom made a whole show about it. Everytime they kissed filled Tom with warmth and an irrational desire to wrap Jordan into a hug to make it last, while Jordan probably struggled with the impulse to push Tom to the ground every single time.

He buried his head in his hands, viciously trying to destroy any hope of him ending up in a relationship with Jordan.

The next time they met each other was a few months later, since Tom had left for home shortly after their talk. Everything Tom convinced himself about him not being in love with Jordan crumbled when Jordan’s whole face lit up at seeing him, and the hug that came after didn’t help things. He retaliated by making his encounter with Jordan as short as possible, using jet lag as an excuse.

He really did try to avoid Jordan this time, but he couldn’t find it in him to say no when Jordan invited him over a week later.

Tom’s heart fluttered when Jordan welcomed him with a warm smile, before ushering him over to the sofa fo watch TV as they made conversation.

Things weren’t awkward between them, Tom realized, and he almost cried out in relief. They talked out their problems like actual adults and now things are completely fine.

His gaze lingered on Jordan, who’s eyes were glued onto the TV. He was also talking about something, but Tom wasn’t really listening. He nodded when he thought it was appropriate, and he let his thoughts wander. His feelings for Jordan haven’t changed at all, he thought. If anything, everything they’ve been through since Tom fell for him only made him love Jordan more.

Jordan turned to say something to Tom, but whatever he was going to say died in his throat under the intensity of Tom’s gaze. “Are you feeling okay?” he asked nervously, color flushing his cheeks.

“I…” Tom began, his heart hammering against his chest. “Can I kiss you?”

Jordan’s eyes widened, and he was growing redder by the minute. He laughed nervously, before saying, “Why would you?”

“I want to.” Tom said, willing his voice to stay even. “Not because I want to kill the internet with pictures of us kissing or anything like that, but because I love the way you smile at me, and I love that you actually think I’m funny, and I…I’m in love with you. ”

It was out in the open now, and Tom hoped his message was clear and serious enough that Jordan wouldn’t mistake it for anything else. Jordan looked at Tom with an expression he couldn’t describe, but otherwise remained silent.

Tom was considering just standing up and jumping out of the window when he felt a hand wrap around the back of his neck to pull him in, and suddenly they were kissing.

He let Jordan pull him in before he began to eagerly kiss back, but Jordan pulled away. Tom was suddenly aware of the warmth Jordan’s body was giving off, and that almost compensated for the lack of kissing. “Is that a yes? I think I’m going to need another kiss to be sure.” Tom said, grinning widely.

Jordan laughed before he pulled him closer, and Tom’s brain finally shut up.

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i thought i was done shipping but i guess my otp had other plans

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Make Me pt. 3

i’ve literally posted and deleted this three times now rip me

Syndisparklez Fluff

Chapter 3/?

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When Jordan woke up, he noticed the lack of morning light blinding him, something that he’d grown accustom to in the morning. He sat up, his eyes slowly settling on the clock.

3:03PM.

He’d almost slept twelve hours, he realized. Jordan clambered out of his room, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. His house was empty, as it usually was at this time, leaving him to eat cereal in the living room on his own. He flicked through the channels lazily, and he ran out of cereal before he found anything worth watching. He cleaned up after himself, singing to some commercial jingle that had been stuck to his head for almost a week.

He was about to run back to his room until a note on his door stopped him.

Me and your father will be out for most of the day, make sure you clean up after yourself!

Jordan crumpled the note up and threw it in the trash, adding to the mountain of sticky notes inside it.

Tom was online, Jordan noticed the moment he logged onto Steam. He felt a warmth rush through him as he remembered their conversation last night. While all he really did was actually talk to Tom, he couldn’t help but feel elated at the fact that he had a real conversation with his friend. He felt closer to Tom after that, and not just in the mushy platonic sense either. It made his friendship with Tom feel even realer, if that made any sense. He hadn’t really thought about the fact that they were separated by a whole ocean up until that point, and finally talking to each other just felt like the right step to bridging that gap.

He started a voice call with Tom, eagerly waiting to pick up where they’d left off last night. It took a few rings, but he was greeted by Tom’s voice.

“Dude, it’s fucking-” Tom yawned, and Jordan noticed that Tom sounded as if he’d just woken up. “-midnight, why’d you even call?”

Jordan blinked, his mind trying to figure out something that was obvious in hindsight. “Oh, right.” he mumbled. “Timezone differences, I forgot. Why’d you pick up then?”

“Well, I-” Tom said, pausing for a moment. “Whatever, I picked up. What’d you want?”

“You could go back to sleep,” Jordan said, the feeling in his chest squashed by the sudden regret. “We’ll always have later anyways.”

“Nah, dude.” Tom said dismissively, his voice sounding a little less drowsy. “The three of you always stay up until this time to play with me, it’s about time I returned the favor.”

“Have it your way.” Jordan found himself grinning. “Anyway, how’d your day go? You said something about going somewhere yesterday?”

“Oh yeah!” Tom said, his voice lighting up. “Although, technically that was just a few hours ago, but we have an uncle who just got back from California, and everyone wanted to come get him from the airport. He had all sorts of shit to give us, he even gave me this cute little skateboard keychain thing that just says ‘CALIFORNIA’ on it! It’s cool as shit, lemme send you a pic real quick.”

Jordan received a photo immediately after, which showed the said skateboard against a plain white desk, with Tom’s fingers resting on top of it.

“Huh.” Jordan said, staring at the photo. “I’ve seen a billion of these things around the shops around here. They’re literally everywhere.”

“Everywhere but here, which is what makes it special! So stop trying to ruin it for me!” Tom said, laughing towards the end. “I bet if I got you some common bullshit item from the gift shop over here, you’d be over the fucking moon about it.”

“I dunno.” Jordan said, trying to sound unconvinced. “I’m pretty hard to please.”

“Ooh, Jordan.” Tom said playfully. “Didn’t know you were kinky.”

“Jesus Christ, Tom.” Jordan replied immediately, feeling heat flush his cheeks. “You know what I meant.”

“That you’re a huge perv? Yep, heard ya loud and clear.” Tom said, sounding pleased with torturing Jordan.

“Anyway,” Jordan said loudly, ignoring Tom’s snickering. “Why were you still up anyway?”

“I actually was sleeping, until your call started blaring through my speakers. Forgot to turn the little shit off, apparently.”

“Again, sorry about that.” Jordan said sheepishly, scratching at the back of his head. “It just slipped my mind and-“

“And again, it’s fine.” Tom interrupted. “Plus, I like talking to you.”

Jordan could feel his face heat up as he tried to stammer out a response. “O-oh, uh…me too!” he laughed nervously after that, mentally slapping himself in the face. He sounded like a-

“Oh shit!” Tom said, his voice brightening yet again. “We can finally play something that needs voice chat together! Maybe Portal 2 or something?”

“Sure, let me just boot it up real quick…” Jordan said, feeling relaxed now that he was finally back to something he was comfortable with.

“God dammit, Tom!” Jordan yelled angrily. Or, it would’ve been angrily if it wasn’t for the laughter that followed. “We’re supposed to be working together, not killing each other!”

The only response was Tom’s bubbly laughter, followed by Jordan’s character shattering into a million pieces.

“TOM!” Jordan groaned, sinking into his chair. “If you don’t stop I’ll-“

“You’ll what?” Tom said cockily, and Jordan was positive he was smirking. “Make me?”

“Yes,” Jordan said through gritted teeth. “I’ll cross the fucking ocean and make you-“

“Jordan!” Tom suddenly yelled, sounding scandalized. “Language!”

Jordan let out something between a laugh and a grunt when a notification appeared in the bottom right corner of his screen, and Tom must have seen the same thing because he soon said, “Oh look, Sonja and Tucker are on! We could play Mario Kart or somethin’!”

Tom didn’t even give Jordan a chance to respond before he hurriedly added, “Unless you’re still not fine with voice chatting them! I can pretend we haven’t voice chatted yet and we could do what we’ve been doin’ yesterday-“

“Tom, shut up!” Jordan said through a grin, feeling touched at the sentiment. “That’s sweet and all, but I’m already fine with actually talking to them.”

Mostly thanks to you, Jordan thought to himself.

“Oh.” Tom said, obviously relieved. “Great! I’ll ring them up then!”

“That’s got to be the gayest thing I’ve ever heard.” Tucker immediately said after Tom told them about him and Jordan staying up last night.

“Agreed.” Sonja said, and Jordan could hear the smile in her voice.

Jordan’s retort sputtered and died before it even left his mouth, and he settled for a grunt.

“Aw, my babe Sparklez is ashamed of us!” Tom said, sounding over-the-top wounded. “You should’ve heard us flirting awhile ago!”

“Flirting?” Jordan echoed, almost choking as the word came out.

Everyone but him laughed, and it took awhile before that died down.

“You should get used to this Sparklez, this’ll be the rest of your life now, if you’re lucky!” Tom said cheerily.

Jordan laughed, before Tucker steered the group back on track to focus on playing Mario Kart. They fell into a comfortable routine together, with Tucker and Tom bickering and calling each other cheaters, Sonja chiding them and accidentally revealing that she cheated, and Jordan just playing with them and enjoying himself.

Maybe this was something he could get used to.

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Revenge

Syndisparklez Fluff fic

Summary: Tom is gay, and Jordan is somehow even gayer

Jordan's head hung over the arm of the couch, the noise of conversation in the background drowned out by the amazing massage Christine was giving him. Tom wasn't lying when he said it felt amazing, Jordan thought, closing his eyes as he sank further into the couch.  

He suddenly felt a pair of lips plant themselves on Jordan's, and his face reddened as his mind raced to process what just happened, when he heard an all too familiar snickering above him. "God damn it!" Jordan yelled, getting up and catching a glimpse of Tom running away from the room as he laughed at his camera. 

"Well, that was straight." Christine said, and Jordan groaned into his hands.

Over the next few weeks, they would all go out together and hang out, before they retired to Jordan's house for a last hurrah. The company would always change, but Tom and Mini were always there by the end of the day. 

This time, only Tom's almost annoying laughter and Jordan's occasional joke filled the house, since everyone else had other things to do. 

It only took an hour before Tom pulled out his camera, proceeding to update his subscribers on how his day went with the wonderful CaptainSparklez, who tried (and failed) to avoid the camera. 

"C'mon, Sparklez!" Tom said, wrapping an arm around Jordan to keep him locked in the camera's sights. "What about a little goodnight kiss? For the viewers?" 

Tom grinned at Jordan, who immediately realized Tom was getting way too close to his lips.

Again. 

Jordan rolled his eyes and Tom pulled away, but his arm remained wrapped tightly around Jordan. "Anyway guys, that's it for today, since ol' Sparklypants here doesn't want to-"  Tom began, talking to the camera. Jordan drowned out his voice as he looked into the camera, taking note of the blinking red light that indicated it was still recording.

His mind flashed back to the last two times Tom kissed him -- something that still troubled him just thinking about it -- and he realized that both of those times, Jordan was left surprised and more importantly, embarrassed. A thought stuck to his head, and Jordan was practically grinning as his eyes locked onto Tom, who was still summarizing his day. 

It'd be nice to see Tom embarrassed for once, was the last thought that Jordan held onto before pressing his lips firmly against Tom's, who let out a muffled squeak. 

Jordan pulled away, laughing as he saw Tom's face redden. He almost didn't notice his own face basically radiating heat and his heart pounding against his chest. He had a witty pun somewhere in the back of his mind, but that was being buried by the his sudden realization of what just happened. 

Jordan just kissed Tom. 

Tom's eyes stared into Jordan's, and they stayed like that until Tom started laughing. "That's going on the vlog." 

Jordan immediately made an attempt to grab at Tom's camera, who kept him away from it with an arm. "Tom!" Jordan yelled, feeling betrayed at the sudden turn of events. 

"I gotta post the moment Syndicsparklez became canon!" Tom announced cheerfully, stopping the recording.

"Syndisparklez." Jordan corrected, before he hurriedly added, "And who said we were canon?" 

"Aw c'mon Sparklez!" Tom said, freeing Jordan from his hug to pocket the camera. "You gotta admit you were being a little gay there." 

 "A little gay-?" Jordan repeated, bewildered. 

"Fine, full-on homo then!" 

 "That wasn't what I meant!" Jordan said hotly. "I-I was just getting payback!"

"By kissing me?" Tom said condescendingly, like a parent berating a child. "I'm pretty sure that's gay in anyone's book." 

 "W-Well, what about you then?" Jordan said, voice rising as he found something to argue about. "You've kissed me twice, that's twice as gay!" 

"So?" Tom said simply, causing Jordan to clam his mouth shut. They had a silent stare down, with Tom smiling like he'd just won while Jordan was trying to maintain an angry face. 

"I think I preferred it when I was kissing you." Jordan said hurriedly, scrambling to gain leverage on Tom. "At least then you were quiet." 

Jordan felt pretty good about that one until Tom raised an eyebrow, smiling. "Why don't you just kiss me again then? Like you said, at least-" 

 Jordan shut him up again, enjoying the sudden silence and the feeling of his lips against Tom's.

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Just because I'm feeling angsty soulmate thingy #9 (syndisparklez obvs)

the one where your soulmate’s last words to you are written on your body

Syndisparklez angst

I’ll be right back

For years, the words written plainly on Tom’s chest drove him mad. He heard this phrase at least every day, and every time he heard it fear rooted him to the ground. It made dating hard, to say the least. He wasn’t too sure if he was ready to fear for his partner’s life whenever he would hear that common phrase.

But with time, his heart grew hard, and he forced his mind to forget.

Tom had been good friends with Jordan for a year before anything happened. He couldn’t remember much, but he was sure they were both drunk, and the next second they were suddenly kissing. Everything just clicked instantly, and then–

“I’ll be right back.” Jordan said, suddenly. He pulled away from Tom, who was rooted to the ground. Jordan ran into the bathroom, and Tom barely forced himself to follow a couple of seconds later.

This isn’t fair, Tom thought feverishly, feeling his heart drop a thousand feet. He stopped outside of the bathroom door, We haven’t even started dating yet, we haven’t even-

Jordan almost ran into Tom on his way out, snapping the latter out of his thoughts. Jordan was about to say something until Tom pulled him into a wordless hug.

They were at the airport, sitting next to each other. Tom’s fingers were intertwined with Jordan’s, and the silence between them was almost comforting. Jordan had to fly back home, and Tom couldn’t go with him. At least not yet.

A few minutes passed before Jordan’s flight was called, and he stood up reluctantly, his hand still in Tom’s.

“Don’t miss me too much.” Tom said cheerfully, noticing Jordan’s sad smile. He gave him a quick peck on the lips, and he was glad to see that Jordan was genuinely smiling when he pulled away. 

“I’ll do my best.” Jordan said, rolling his eyes. “And it’s not like we’ll be apart for too long anyway. I’ll just be there for a few months, and then I’ll be right back.”

Tom felt his heart stop, and he felt cold sweat begin to form. He wanted to pull Jordan back, beg him to stay, but he was already gone.

After the six hour flight, Jordan found he had 26 texts and 4 missed calls from Tom.

Despite the distance, they kept in touch with whatever they could think of. Most days, they would Skype for as long as they were able to, and Tom almost forgot the large distance between them. Reality would make a comeback whenever Jordan would excuse himself to use the bathroom or anything, and Tom would almost cry out in relief whenever he’d come back. He loved every moment he spent with Jordan, and looked forward to the next time they’d chat whenever their calls ended. Tom decided to take the plunge and bought himself a ticket over to America, keeping it as a surprise for his boyfriend.

It wasn’t too long before Tom moved in with Jordan, and life couldn’t get any better. They’d become a constant in each others’ lives, and it was hard for Tom to picture life without Jordan.

No, that was a lie.

It was all too easy to picture his life without Jordan. One of these days, Jordan would say it like he always does, except that one day, it will be a lie. He couldn’t take it anymore, knowing that every day of his life was plagued with ‘what if’s’ and praying that they wouldn’t take his love away. 

Some days, he wished that Jordan wasn’t his soulmate. At least then, Tom wouldn’t have to deal with any of this.

They had just gotten home from their date, and Jordan’s face was alight with joy and excitement. He’d been like that the whole time, and Tom couldn’t help but feel the same way. It didn’t help that the man’s laugh was contagious, either.

They had just gotten in when Jordan suddenly stopped, his face flushing red. “Tom- I-” Jordan looked like he was searching for the right words to say, a hand in his pocket. He remained like that for awhile, before his face dropped and he began to head back to the car. “I’ll be right back!”

“I’ll be here.” Tom replied automatically, his head spinning as he tried to make heads and tails of what was about to happen.

For years, the words written plainly on Tom’s chest drove him mad. Now, hearing them only grabbed at an empty space in his heart, as if the words tried to reach something that was no longer there. That night, only one of them was telling the truth, and he wished it was Jordan. He wasn’t sure if he would ever stop wishing it was Jordan. He wanted to move on, he really did.

But this time, his heart was broken, and he couldn’t bring himself to forget.

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I'm gonna ask 4 for syndisparklez set in mianite if that's okay (pls and thank you)

Marked

Syndisparklez Fic set in the Mianite universePrompt: the one where you and your soulmate have matching marks and the marks glow when you’re near your soulmateYou can send me a number and a ship here, and I’ll write a drabble(at least) based on it :D

Jordan’s eyes opened, and he was immediately greeted withthe sight of the starry night sky. He tried to sit up, and felt the sand crunchunderneath his weight. He stood up and began to make sense of his surroundings.To his left was a vast expanse of sea, and to his right was a hill thatobscured the rest of the island he was on.

He stood up and brushed the sand off of his clothes, hishead swimming with thoughts. He breathed deeply, focusing on the scent of theocean breeze. He searched his memories to start. He could remember his name anda few small things about him, like his oddly simple wardrobe and funny choiceof swear words. He couldn’t remember anything about the life he’d led beforethis, except for the memory of a giant tree house, which only confused him evenmore. He resigned himself to postponing his existential crisis for later, andhe began to climb the hill.

It didn’t take too long for Jordan to climb over the hill,which granted him a good vantage point of the area. To his right he spotted acolossal mountain that basically commanded his attention, and to its left was asavannah. He was about to make his way to the mountain when he suddenly spottedzombies and skeletons littering the plains at the foot of the hills, and hecursed silently.

Jordan decided he’d wait until sunrise. It was the safestcourse of action, and there was no way he was going to make it through themobs-

A zombie turned its head and stopped as it saw Jordan. Hisstomach dropped as it began limping towards him, it’s low growl attracting therest of the mobs around it.

“God dang it.” He cursed, taking a step back. Three zombiesstarted climbing the hill, and he heard bones chattering to his left. He turnedaround just in time to see a skeleton fire an arrow in his direction, and heraised his arms instinctively to defend himself. The arrow missed him by aninch, and Jordan took another step back, and he knew another would mean fallingback to where he woke up.

A sudden glow blinded him, and it took him a second torealize that his a pattern was glowing on his right arm. It was three linesthat started out on his forearm, and it began to intertwine until itdisappeared under his sleeve. He could still make out the glow shining throughthe fabric, and he noticed that it created a flame-like pattern. It continuedto glow brighter, and he was sure that he shone like a beacon in the darkness.

As he tried to make heads and tails of the tattoo, a memoryresurfaced. He was looking into the mirror, his arm exposed, putting his tattooin plain sight. It was three lines stretching from his right forearm until itintertwined at his bicep, forming a flame-like pattern. The only cleardifference he could notice was that this tattoo wasn’t glowing, it was just…atattoo. He felt dread and sorrow as he saw the plain tattoo, almost as if itwas a sign of something bad to come.

The sharp THUNK ofan arrow landing at his feet brought him back to his current reality: his armlooked as if it had just gone swimming at a radioactive waterpark and mobs wereabout to kill him. Jordan was considering just barreling through the mobs, buta faint purple glow appeared from behind the zombies, followed by a swordappearing in and out through their chests. They burned until nothing remained,and a man with blue hair and glowing diamond armor stood behind them. Theireyes met, and the blue haired man wore a cocky expression, as if saying, I just saved your life, until heregistered Jordan’s glowing arm. Shock flashed across the blue haired man’sface before he looked back at Jordan. He was about to say something to Jordanuntil an arrow glanced off of his chestplate, shifting the blue haired man’sfocus to the offending skeleton.

Jordan watched the skeleton burn away with one hit from theman’s sword, and only the two of them remained on the hill.

“Uh…” Jordan said, unsure of what to make of the blue hairedman. “…Hi?”

The man blinked, as if he was looking at Jordan for thefirst time. Tension melted from his expression until he almost looked aloof,and he lowered his sword before approaching Jordan. “Hey!” he said, extendingan arm for a handshake. Jordan shook it with his glowing arm. “Your arm glows.”

Jordan noticed the tone in his voice almost immediately, asif he was trying – and failing – to act casual about it all; as if he knew whyhis arm was glowing. “So it does.” He replied, unsure of how to proceed.

They went silent for a second too long, and the blue-hairedman seemed to notice that he was still holding onto Jordan’s hand. Heimmediately let go and acted like it was nothing, before he continued, “Anyways,I’m Tom, and welcome your face to the world of Mianite!”

“-and that’s about it!” It was morning by the time Tom hadfinished showing him around the island. He had shown him the temple, theirhouses, and right now, they were stopped by the plot of land Jordan wasintending to build his home in. The whole time his arm kept glowing, but theglow had dimmed until it was just bright enough to use as a light forbook-reading or something. That, however, was pushed to the back of histhoughts as Tom gave him the tour. The whole time Tom was glancing at his armas if it might explode, but other than that, he was a very entertaining guide. “Ifthat’s all, I should get going-“

“Actually,” Jordan said, and Tom tensed as he gestured tohis arm. “I was going to ask about my arm? It didn’t glow before today.”

“Oh.” Tom said, looking slightly disappointed, but at thesame time, relieved. “You don’t know?”

“Yeah, I saw Tucker had a tattoo on him, but it wasn’tglowing like mine.”

“Well,” Tom said, pausing before he continued, “Everyone’sgot a tattoo when they’re born, right?”

“Uh, I didn’t know that, actually.”

“Well now you do,” Tom said, waving his hand dismissively. “Anyway,the tattoo’s like, a tracking beacon for your soulmate.”

Jordan’s heart quickened, and he acknowledged his glowingarm for the first time in a while. “Wait so…”

“It could mean your soulmate’s on this island.” Tom saidabruptly. His expression began to give away more and more with each word. Tomwas hiding something. “Anyway, I should get going. I promised I’d meet Tuckerto go mining later. See ya later?”

Jordan wasn’t given time to respond, seeing as Tom boltedimmediately. He watched Tom leave, his heart thumping wildly against his chestas he brought himself to look down at his tattoo.

It wasn’t glowing.

Jordan had quickly adjusted to his new life in the island,and it had only taken a month. His house was complete, and he had a statue ofhis head nearby. He’d fallen into a routine with the rest of the inhabitants onthe island, although Tom stood out.

Tom, his soulmate and the horrible liar. A few days afterarriving on the island, Jordan made sure about the whole soulmate tattoobusiness. Declan, their priest, gave him a whole lecture on it when Jordanfirst approached him. Then, he tried asking Sonja and Tucker if they knew whereTom’s mark was, but Sonja didn’t know and Tucker wouldn’t tell. “Why don’t youjust ask him?” Tucker asked, his smile giving away the fact that he knew. Itwasn’t exactly a secret anyways, since Jordan’s arm would go off whenever he waswith Tom. That didn’t stop Tom from hiding it, however.

Jordan resorted to trying to get Tom to strip, something hewasn’t too proud of, after they built their own strip club, the Diamond Hoe.Tom posed as a stripper for Jordan, and he was a mix of extremely flustered, embarrassed,and amused. Nothing came of it though, and Jordan wasn’t sure if he was happyor disappointed about that.

After that attempt, Jordan gave up, as much as it sucked. Hejust went through the daily motions, the constant adventures with the island’sinhabitants, and the occasional shenanigans with Tom. He looked forward tospending time with Tom the most, aside from the fact that Tom was probably hissoulmate.

He loved sharing jokes with Tom, and he loved the casualattempts at flirting Tom made whenever he joked. It grew to the point that theysomehow convinced Captain Capsize that they were dating, which Jordan didn’t doexactly discourage. Then there was their ‘date’ at Tom’s Dine-at-Nite, whichwent well enough that Tom and Jordan just defaulted to hanging out there everySaturday night.

On one such night, they were sitting at the only table,their laughter piercing through the silence of the night. Tom had stoppedbothering lighting a torch as their candle on account of Jordan’s arm, whichstill remained an undiscussed subject between the two.

Jordan was laughing until his vision swam with tears, and hecould feel his face flush. He wiped away a tear and saw Tom just smiling warmlyat him, which suddenly sobered Jordan. Tom noticed what he was doing too late,trying to pass it off with a laugh, but the tension in the air was there.

A few minutes later, Tom stood up to say goodbye, but Jordan’ssudden intense look silenced him. This talk was long overdue, and it wasbecoming clear to Tom that there would be no avoiding it.

“I never really asked but…” Jordan said, gesturing to hisarm. “Where’s your mark?”

Tom looked flustered, but he replied, “I…”

Jordan rose from his seat and walked to Tom, leaving only afew inches in between them. Both of them was surprised with Jordan’s suddenbold action, something they both thought out of character for him. But Jordanhad waited long enough, and if he didn’t do this now, he knew nothing wouldever happen between them.

Tom gestured to his chest, which was covered by the tux healways insisted on wearing.

Jordan’s mark was glowing as bright as it was when theyfirst met, and accompanying that was the rapid heartbeat threatening to betrayhis somewhat stoic expression.

“Can I…” Jordan said, trailing off.

Tom chuckled weakly, saying, “I don’t usually strip for justabout anyone…”

Jordan glared at him in the same way he would whenever oneof Tom’s jokes would fall flat, but Tom didn’t say anything else, which Jordantook as a yes.

He slowly began to unbutton his tux, the extreme intimacy ofthe situation not lost on either of them. He’d finally gotten it open and forthe first time, he could see Tom’s undershirt, and a pattern glowed faintlyagainst it. Lines started from his abdomen until it spread over Tom’s heart,making something that looked like a wing.

“Why’d you try to lie?” was the only thing that Jordan couldsay. “Which you were horrible at, by the way.”

Tom offered a small laugh before answering, “I…It soundsstupid but I was afraid you’d…I dunno, reject me?”

Jordan’s was about to say something but Tom hurriedly added,“Which is why I spent all this time with you first. I wanted you to get to knowme first, before all this soulmate stuff.”

Jordan felt lighter at Tom’s confession, and his heart feltrelieved that the tension as a result of his mark was finally gone. Jordanlooked at Tom and all he could feel was love, and he was glad t-

“Not that, I’m saying that you’re not going to reject menow!” Tom said, cutting Jordan out of his thoughts. “It’s just that-“

Tom took one good look at Jordan and stopped. “I’m going tokiss you now.”

“Good.” Jordan said, smiling widely and their lips met,their joined light shining through the night.

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the one where it’s impossible to lie to your soulmate.

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“God damn it Sparklez!” Tom yelled for the third time that night, although the angry expression he tried to muster fell apart at Jordan’s laughter. “Can’t you just play along for once?”

Jordan almost stopped laughing, then looked at the pathetic prank attempt Tom had set up. The door to their bedroom was slightly open, and he could see a shadow on the floor by it; he had probably set up a bucket of water to surprise him when he went it. Trouble was, his soulmate decided it was necessary for Jordan to say that he was going into their completely not booby trapped room before going inside. Which, due to the weird no-lying-to-your-soulmate thing going on, was literally impossible. He started laughing again.

Tom pouted, slightly lowering the camera he was using to record the whole ordeal. “C’mon Jordan! All you’ve gotta say is ‘I’m hot and I’m about to walk into our completely safe room!”

Jordan held back his laughter before replying, “I know there’s a bucket of water waiting to just fall on me there-”

“I swear there isn’t a bucket of water or anything, c’mon already!” Tom pleaded, pointing the camera back at him. “Please?”

Jordan was mildly surprised at the statement. “Well, I guess if you said it out loud I have to take your word for it.” he said, rolling his eyes.

Tom grinned and made a go on gesture with his free hand, and Jordan opened the door.

Immediately, he felt something hit his head, causing him to curse. He noticed the flood of petals on the floor, something that probably accompanied the bucket that smacked against his face. 

“HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!” Tom yelled into his ear, shoving the camera into his face. Jordan recoiled, and to make things worse, he was red. Whether it was from being hit on the head with a bucket or realizing that he’d forgotten their anniversary, he wasn’t too sure.

“I know you’ve been busy and all with work, so I thought I could lighten up your mood with a cute little prank!”

Jordan was beaming at Tom, pulling him in for a quick kiss. They remained intertwined together, their foreheads against each other as Jordan said, “Thank you for this. Although I guess dinner would’ve been preferable to just a bucket and petals falling on my head-”

“Well…” Tom said, pulling away. He had a sly smile on his face, before gesturing to the rest of the room. Petals had formed what looked like a deformed heart on the bed, complete with lit candles.

“Goddammit, Tom.” Jordan said, flushing a deep shade of red.

“Is that a no then?”

Jordan grinned. “I didn’t say that.”