sebastian stan imagines [ completed ]

•Sebastian - Doodles•

A/n
Hi dudes.
So I actually had planned to write and publish a Beck imagine but this one just popped in my head and I had a surge of inspiration.
This is sort of based of a text post on tumblr and I would dedicate this to the user but I can't remember they're name.
<Also I believe that @revolutionary-angel told me that they'd like a Soulmate fic, and I know some dudes wanted more Sebby ones>
<Also includes cameos from Dallon Weekes because I love him and if you want a certain celebrity cameo in future imagines, let me know in the comments>
-¡Hope!

(I've included references to the Mormon church. I, however, am not Mormon so I'm sorry if I get anything wrong, I do not mean any offence.)

(October 2016)
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The Inkings started when you reached puberty, so around when you were 12/13 years old. You remembered the day when you woke up one morning and nearly your entire hand was inked black, a patchwork of tiny, intricate doodles. You remembered the panic that followed and 'the talk' from your parents.

Of course you weren't stupid, you'd talked about it with your best friend Dallon about the whole thing since you were children. About how when you get to a certain age, whatever your soulmate draws or writes on your skin goes onto yours.

"As soon as the Inking starts, I'm gonna constantly draw dicks on my hand." Dallon had joked. You had laughed but questioned why he's do that. "Because I'm an asshole." You had agreed. "I feel bad for your soulmate". You  shook your head in mock exasperation. "Same."

Dallon stayed true to his 10-year-old-self's words though.

The Inkings on your hands and arms were usually random quotes and notes, usually in a undecipherable handwriting and language. Sometimes there would be random English words, written like they were translations.

"Ooooh maybe your soulmate is a hot foreigner!" Dallon said.

You instead doodled random yet beautiful drawings on your arms. Tumblr worthy sketches of planets and plants and people found their way, etched in ink, on your skin.

The first time that you communicated with your soulmate started like any other day.

You were around fifteen years old and you had had a particularly boring day at school and had proceeded to draw a design on your hand so it looked robotic.