#collaborative works by humans make me wanna cry man. people can sit together and share love of craft!!!! ahh!!!!

[good-wine-and-cheese]

Is there fanfic author(s) you'd consider collaborating with?

What an interesting question!

In honesty I love collaboration but I'm sooooo so shy to ask outside of close friends. There's visual artists on here I'd love to collaborate with for example, where we pass sketch to the next person to do linework, then flats, then rendering....that sounds so fun!! And I've thought about posting an open invitation to do one. But I'm so shy and chicken out. I have don't wanna bother anyone disease and it's terminal I fear

But as for fic/writing collab! I guess it would be someone who sort of has a similar-ish vibe surrounding characters, who likes writing similar narratives? It would have to be compatible with the type of stuff I write, so for example I get into really dense prose and lay thick into the themes, and some authors would def find that boring or don't have the energy to commit to big projects (which is usually what I write).

I already write roleplay which is a kind of writing collab, passing a story back and forth each using certain characters. Most of my RP lives on forums, but I def have some I've been toying the idea of cleaning up to post somewhere because it's just that damn good imo.

Uh but yeah! Long way of saying, collabs are a TON of fun but I wouldn't have any specific names in mind! If someone came at me with a collab idea I'd hear em out for sure, the idea of creating with others is what I live for genuinely.

[sunyoonandstars]

✨Linked✨ || BTS Soulmate AU Series || You x !Soulmate! Yoongi | You x Jimin || Part 15

Text/Social Media/Narrative Series || Soulmate & College AU

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“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.”

― Plato, The Symposium

Credit goes to the incredible @789cream for creating this beautiful moodboard for my series. Thanks again!

Pairing You x !Soulmate! Yoongi You x Jimin

Word count 2.548

‘siblings’, according to age: Namjoon, Jimin, y/n, Taehyung (you grew up living in the same foster home as implied in earlier parts of this series)

fluff

Key: y/sh/n = your ship’s name

„Come on. Stop it. We’re seriously way too cozy for two perfect strangers.“

„Jeez, y/n. Can’t you just let me be? Cut a guy some slack. This is the best I have slept in months. Seems you’re like some kind of medicine to me. I didn’t even need my pills. So, just let me enjoy this. Please?“ He pauses. „And we’re not really strangers anymore, are we?“

Instantly, you cease from continuing your half-hearted attempts to regain your freedom, stunned by his simple question.

„I don’t think we ever really were strangers, to begin with“, you hesitantly whisper into the profound quiet that has seized the room. Even Suga now falls into complete immobility, still clinging to you, his face buried in your chest.

Minutes pass like that, with this man of whom you barely know much more than his name, holding you as if he was drowning and you were the only piece of driftwood left that saved him from certain death. Neither of you says a word. All you do is listen to Suga’s rhythmic breathing, a sound more soothing to you than any other. You can’t remember a time at which you felt equally secure.

A/N: This chapter may not be as exciting as you were hoping for. And it’s not as angsty as usual. But I just needed this. And the story needed this, too. Enjoy. I really hope you like it. Love, Ana

Previously, on ‘Linked’... 

Eventually, after years of successfully having avoided it, you have come across your soulmate. An ominous stranger of whom you know no more than the back of his head, his phone number and that he works as a part-time barista at your (former) favorite coffee shop. 

Having been pressured by a friend into contacting him, things start to get complicated. Because your heart already belongs to another. And, haunted by the ghosts of your past, the last thing you want is for your soul to find its one, true, destined mate. 

After texting back and forth for days with the man only known to you as your ‘Soulmate’, you are forced to break contact since he is starting to get too close and your boyfriend Jimin is anything but pleased with that. When your paths, however, cross, the ominous ‘Suga’, as he calls himself, refrains from revealing his true identity to you - which would mean an instant link of souls and the end of his torture -  and, instead, is set on making his way into your life the right way. 

A fateful accident at your workplace is followed by a visit to the emergency room and a falling out with your boyfriend, leading you to turn to a virtual stranger for comfort ... 

Soulmates.

You had always dreaded the day on which the birthmark on your left wrist would suddenly start itching, whereas for most people the moment their one and only destined soulmate’s name was supposed to reveal itself, burning under their skin, couldn’t seem to come soon enough.

Foolish romantics.

Because once both sides acknowledge their destined soulmate, a connection forms which can never be undone. Not even by death.

Who in their right mind would voluntarily bind their soul to that of another for life? To share their every joy and hurt and be faithful until they take their very last breath without even having a choice? To suffer indescribable agony once the other one exits this life and be left in utter loneliness, so bottomlessly deep nothing will ever be able to fill it again, causing you physical pain and insanity?  

That’s right. Not you. Especially, because your heart already belongs to someone else … Does it though?

CHAPTER 15

You are awoken by the sound of a phone repeatedly vibrating somewhere in the room. The ceaseless sound eventually leads you to, only reluctantly, return to reality and depart from the soundest sleep you had in what feels like a lifetime. 

The second you open your eyes, though, you are instantly wide awake, a stifled scream leaving your parted lips as you freeze in place, paralyzed by the initial shock.  

„What the —“

You find yourself looking wide-eyed at the face of a man that clearly isn’t your boyfriend Jimin. It’s that Suga. Still fast asleep, it appears. Only mere inches separate the two of you. He’s so close, his warm breath brushes your skin. 

You can’t help but keep staring. He looks so peaceful. And beautiful. You have to restrain yourself and actively keep your hand from reaching out to touch his pale cheek, your fingertips tingling with the urge to find out what it would feel like. 

But what’s the meaning of all this?, your thoughts start racing the moment you realize that you must have spent the night on a sofa in what seems to be a music studio. 

Right. 

Slowly but surely, the memories of last night come back to you. 

You accompanied Suga to his studio where you were supposed to work on some collaboration with him but instead ended up crying. A lot. Suga calmed you down, helped you breathe and, apparently, fall asleep. And, for some reason, you just woke up holding his hand in yours. Or rather clinging onto it for dear life, it seems. 

What the hell were you thinking, y/n!?

Immediately, you let go of his warm hand and push it as far away from your body as possible, your stupid heart racing as if you’d just ran a marathon. 

Eyes as big as dinner plates, you hold your breath as Suga now starts moving next to you, his brows drawing together for an irritated frown. 

„What’s wrong with you?“, he goes on to grumble in a slurred voice that’s still heavy with sleep, not bothering to open his eyes, his words barely understandable. „Let me sleep, for fuck’s sake.“

All right …

Still unable to bring your limbs to move or even as much as get a word to pass your lips, you choose to merely lie there and let it happen as Suga moves closer yet, one leg now wrapped around yours and his arm casually draped across your waist, lips pursed in an adorable pout. 

No. No, y/n. Nothing about this is adorable. Get a grip! 

„What?“, he sighs, annoyance clearly discernible in his tone, after minutes of suspenseful silence have passed with you still stuck in his embrace, constantly reminding yourself not to get too comfortable. „Your tension is rubbing off on me. That’s not acceptable. Don’t you like this?“

„Yes, I do but — No! That’s not —“ You press your eyelids shut and draw a deep breath in order to stop yourself from spouting any more nonsense, unwilling to give Suga the satisfaction of actually admitting that you indeed enjoy his nearness, as you feel a hot blush slowly occupy your cheeks. 

„It’s just — I think your phone keeps buzzing. Don’t you wanna answer it? And how can you sleep through that anyway? This noise is literally driving me crazy.“ 

„I’m a very good sleeper. And that’s not my phone, by the way.“

Still, his eyes remain closed. 

„How would you know?“

„Mine died last night before I went to sleep. And yours keeps doing that. Vibrating nonstop. You must be very popular. It’s rather bothersome.“ 

Shit. Tae. Jimin. At least one of them is most likely worried out of their mind by now. 

„Fuck!“, the whispered curse escapes your lips, eliciting a low chuckle from Suga. A shiver runs down your spine when his hot breath strikes your neck. 

„What? Worried about that boyfriend of yours?“ 

With these words, he comfortably nestles his head into the crook of your neck, streaks of his mint-colored hair tickling your sensitive skin.  You can picture his smug grin without even looking. 

„Is this funny to you?“

„Not particularly.“

„Then let go of me!“, you hiss, struggling to free yourself from his arm, but, in response, Suga merely tightens his grip on you. 

„No“, he sulkily mumbles into the fabric of your jumper, shaking his head. 

„Come on. Stop it. We’re seriously way too cozy for two perfect strangers.“

„Jeez, y/n. Can’t you just let me be? Cut a guy some slack. This is the best I have slept in months. Seems you’re like some kind of medicine to me. I didn’t even need my pills. So, just let me enjoy this. Please?“ He pauses. „And we’re not really strangers anymore, are we?“ 

Instantly, you cease from continuing your half-hearted attempts to regain your freedom, stunned by his simple question. 

„I don’t think we ever really were strangers, to begin with“, you hesitantly whisper into the profound quiet that has seized the room. Even Suga now falls into complete immobility, still clinging to you, his face buried in your chest. 

Minutes pass like that, with this man of whom you barely know much more than his name, holding you as if he was drowning and you were the only piece of driftwood left that saved him from certain death. Neither of you says a word. All you do is listen to Suga’s rhythmic breathing, a sound more soothing to you than any other. You can’t remember a time at which you felt equally secure. 

Until you catch a glimpse of your wristwatch. 

„Shit!“, you shout out the second you realize that it’s already past noon, coming back down to earth with a jolt. 

„What now?“, Suga mumbles against your shoulder, not bothering to lift his head. 

„The time. It’s almost one p.m.. Fuck! Let go. I need to leave.“

You try to sit up, but he won’t let you, holding you in place with both his arms wrapped around your waist. 

„Yah! Suga! Let go!“

„Why?“ 

„I already missed two classes today! I need to get going.“ 

„Why?“

„What do you mean why?“ With a groan, you temporarily abandon your efforts to break free from his viselike grip. „I can’t miss the remaining two. Or people will ask questions. I don’t know about your classes, but in mine attendance is mandatory, you know. Someone will notice if I’m not there.“ 

You can feel him shrug his shoulders. 

„So what? Didn’t you just say you missed two classes already? So it’s too late now anyway.“

Finally, he loosens his embrace and props his head up on his hand so he can look you in the eye. 

„Don’t go. Stay here with me instead. Let’s work on the collab. It’s gonna be perfect to get your mind off things. And I’m sure you’re a model student when I’m not involved.“ His last words are accompanied by a cheeky little smirk.  It suits him. 

„So, I guess missing your classes for once won’t end your academic career, right? Just tell the profs you weren’t feeling well. You wouldn’t even be lying. After last night, I’d say a day off would do you good. What do you say? Turn your phone off and just stay. In here. Shut the world out for a few hours. I do it all the time when everything just gets too much.“ 

Nibbling at your lower lip, your heart rate quickening once more, you avoid Suga’s searching gaze as you ponder the alternatives to his enticing proposal. 

„Well … I guess you’re right. It’s too late to go to my classes now anyway. And I’m not really feeling up to it.“

„See? So just stay. Or go. Whatever you’re comfortable with. But take today off. Just spend it doing whatever you want. And whatever’s gonna help you feel better.“ 

„That sounds nice. I think I needed to hear this.“

With a frown, Suga eventually lets go of you and retracts, bringing enough distance between the two of you to have a good view of your face.  

„You don’t need anyone’s permission to give yourself a break once in a while, you know?“, he starts talking, his voice calm and his expression grave. „Not mine, not your boyfriend’s. Literally not anyone’s consent but your own. Don’t be so hard on yourself all the time, y/n. Sometimes we need to make room so we can breathe. Life can get overwhelming. That doesn’t mean you’re weak. It’s only human.“ 

Once again his words undo a knot that you didn’t even know was there but that apparently had been sitting right there in your chest for as long as you can remember. It feels like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. Breathing never was so easy. 

„Do you understand?“, Suga inquires as you remain silent, his eyes searching yours, brows drawn together. 

You barely manage a nod in response, not trusting your vocal cords while your eyes well up against your will. 

„Good. Now, let’s stop with the tears, all right? I mean, it’s okay to let it all out, of course. But I feel kinda uncomfortable with being remembered as the guy who made you cry all the time, okay?“

„Okay“, you sniffle, hiding your face in your hands, his words actually educing a genuine smile from you. 

„Great. Now, let’s get to work.“ Giving a yawn, Suga gets up from the sofa and stretches his limbs before he turns around to questioningly raise a brow at you. 

„Or don’t you wanna? I mean, it’s perfectly fine if you wanna go and do something else instead“, he nonchalantly claims, but the rosy tint of his cheeks tells another story. 

Cute, you think to yourself.

„No. I want to stay. I really do“, you reply without hesitation, only now becoming fully aware of the fact that that’s indeed what you long to do the most. „I want to stay.“ 

„Really?“ He almost sounds surprised. „That’s great. I’m sure we’ll get a lot of work done. It’s still early and I feel rested and ready to work. What about you? Hungry? Thirsty? There’s a shower down the hall, in case you wanna freshen up. You can lock the door, so you don’t have to be afraid that somebody might come in. And I have a few spare shirts lying around here somewhere. Drinks and food in the fridge. We could literally stay holed up in here all day long.“ 

„Wow, you’re prepared for any eventuality, huh?“ 

You can’t help but let out a short laugh. Never before have you heard Suga complete as many consecutive sentences as he did just now, especially not in such an excited manner. 

„Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at you“, you immediately apologize as you are forced to witness regret overshadow his beautiful features. 

„Nah, it’s alright“, he shrugs his shoulders. „At least I made you laugh. So, anything you need? Should I go get breakfast while you’re in the shower? I mean, I don’t usually eat breakfast. But if you’re —“

„Yes, I’m hungry“, you cut him off, smiling. „It’s very considerate of you to make such an offer. But I’m honestly content with whatever you have here.“

„Well“, Suga grins. „Ramen and rice balls it is, then.“ 

„Sounds good to me.“ „So, you’re a girl of simple taste?“ 

„Maybe. Maybe not.“ 

You wink at him as you push aside the blanket he must have covered you in last night and eventually get up from the sofa, going on to straighten your back with a content sigh. 

„Jeez, I’m glad you don’t have a single mirror in here. I’m sure I look like crap“, you mumble, more to yourself, running a hand through your messy hair. 

„You look fine to me.“ 

You can’t hold back an amused scoff. 

„Sure. You don’t sound too convincing, but thanks for trying.“ You avoid Suga’s deep, dark eyes, feeling them follow your every move. „So, that shirt you mentioned …“

„Oh. Yeah. Sure. Hold on a sec.“ 

While you slowly make your way to the small studio’s door, Suga starts hectically searching through a few drawers until he comes up with a black long-sleeved jersey. 

„This should do.“

„It’s perfect.“ 

„The bathroom?“

„Fifth door to the left, just around the corner.“

„Thanks.“ 

You slip out of the room without looking back, quickly closing the door behind you before Suga can say another word. 

Yoongi can feel his heart pound against his aching rib cage even though you are long gone. Unable to move, he just keeps standing there, staring at the door through which you just left, part of him still astounded by the way things went between the two of you ever since you entered his studio last night and part of him afraid that it was all just a mirage, that you didn’t look at him the way you did but that he merely needed you to and only saw what he wanted to see. He can’t lose the feeling that he will somehow scare you away if he doesn’t make a better effort to keep his feelings in check in the future. That quiet little voice in the back of Yoongi’s mind just won’t stop taunting him. 

She’s gonna leave you, it mocks him. Just like they all do. You’re gonna be your usual self and as soon as she gets to know you for who you really are, she’s out the door. Maybe you creeped her out already? Maybe she won’t come back from the bathroom? What are you gonna do then, hmm? Are you gonna make her link with you? 

„No!“, he screams out loud, startled by the sound of his own voice echoing throughout the silent studio. 

With a shake of his head, he gets rid of those poisonous thoughts. 

No. He’s not going to make you link with him. That’s now what you want. That’s not what it should be like. The last thing Yoongi wants is to force a love on you that you do not believe in. 

For now, he is perfectly content with simply loving you, even if his feelings might now be reciprocated. Not yet, anyway. With simply being here for you, catching your fall and helping you back up. That’s already so much more than he could ever have asked for, more than he dared to imagine he could possibly have. 

The ghosts of his past should remain just that, he decides. They shouldn’t be allowed to haunt what the two of you could have together. 

And he will not have any kind of expectations on you. 

This is just the beginning. 

Then why keeps Yoongi’s heart racing like that of a nervous schoolboy as he anxiously awaits your return? Why do his thoughts wander down paths of imaginary futures, possibilities upon possibilities, each more painful than the last? Why do you make his knees turn to water? You, the rogue variable. The only thing in this whole world that could make him come undone. Nonetheless, he is drawn to you like a moth towards the flame. And he won’t fight it anymore. 

Even if you will be the end of him, it shall be a glorious one. 

END OF CHAPTER 15 || TO BE CONTINUED

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it so far and this chapter didn’t disappoint. 😌

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Also, if you have Spotify, you can listen to the ‘official’ playlist to the ‘Linked’ series here. It contains all the songs having been sent back and forth between Yoongi and the reader in the past and some more tunes fitting the series’ vibe.  

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