#either because they withdraw or because everyone gets disqualified before they even make it to the national final

[bokunoheroanalysisforthefuture]

And so preparations for the final event begin! Let’s see if these being one on one matches helps me get through them a bit faster when I’m not having to transcribe quite so much action all at once.

[No. 32 - Smile, Prince of Nonsense Land!]

Another character profile to start out with! (I swear I’m gonna have to make a post compiling these once we’ve gotten all of them for class 1a… maybe run a comparison with the end of chapter profiles? Eh shrug.)

I swear, my instincts say that something that that tail should not be as flexible as it is because of its circumference. I know, I know, quirks, freaking magic, don’t think about it, but still. It’s a very straightforward quirk with a surprising amount of utility, and he makes full use of it. Good for him! Now, onto the chapter proper.

Kirishima is pretty hyped for a tournament, thinking about how they’ll be up in ‘that ring he sees on TV every year.’ Mina asks him if it was a tournament last year as well, but Sero’s the one to answer - the format’s always different, but most years involve some kind of head to head competition. (Apparently the year before theirs involved foam sword fighting, and now I’m incredibly disappointed we didn’t get to see that for this sports festival finale… would have been absolutely hilarious.)

Midnight holds up a box of lots, saying that match-ups will be decided by drawing lots. Once that’s done, they’ll move on to the festivities and then the tournament itself. It’s up to each of the sixteen finalists whether or not they participate in the fun, since she figures some of them would rather take a breather and save their strength. 

She starts to call for the first place team to draw lots, but Ojiro raises his hand, calling for her attention. He then states that he’d like to drop out, much to the shock of the others. Someone (I think Kirishima?) asks him why, since this is his chance of being noticed by the pros. Ojiro stats that he has no memories of the cavalry battle or anything that happened in it up until the tail end. And it’s probably his quirk that did that. 

Ohh, ominous. And Izuku’s really concerned for Ojiro here. Ojiro states that he knows this is a great opportunity, and he knows it seems stupid to throw it away, but this final turnament… everyone else made it with their own strength. But he’s standing here and he doesn’t even know how or why. He just can’t take it. 

Hagakure says that he’s thinking about it too hard, and that he can just show what he’s made of in the tournament. Mina agrees, saying that by that logic, she shouldn’t really be here either. Ojiro starts crying, hiding his face in his hand as he shakes, explaining that he’s talking about his pride here. He doesn’t think it’s right. (He also has no idea why the girls are dressed like that. Really, the entire cheerleader gimmick seems a bit… awkward, here.)

Izuku has no idea what to say. But class B’s Nirengeki does - kind of. He admits that he can’t remember anything either, so he wants to withdraw as well. This is a contest of skill, so letting someone who didn’t do anything advance… doesn’t that defeat the whole point of the sports festival? Isn’t it against the rules?

Kirishima starts to tear up, calling the two manly. Up in the booth, Present Mic announces the strange turn of events, while Aizawa wonders what Midnight, as the coordinator, will decide. Midnight’s ruling?

She likes it. The two are allowed to withdraw. Aoyama puts a hand on Ojiro’s shoulder and promises to win it for him. 

Midnight tells the kids that replacing the two will be members of team Kendo, who took fifth. Kendo replies that if it’s gonna be like that, then shouldn’t it be team Tetsu instead? Her team was immobilized pretty much the whole time, while team Tetsu were giving it their all to keep what they had until the very end. She then hastens to assure that they aren’t colluding or anything, it just feels right.

Tetsutetsu is in tears by the gesture. After a brief transition, it’s decided that Tetsutetsu and Shiozaki will join the finalists, bringing the number back up to sixteen. And with that, the match-ups can be drawn!

Izuku notes that if he wins his first match, his second’s gonna be against Shouto. Which I feel is very rude of him to just entirely discount the possibility of Sero winning the match. I mean, it’s an honest assessment, but STILL. Rude. Anyways, before his match with Shouto, he still has to face off against Shinsou, who has to be-

And speak of the devil, there’s the guy in question. He wants to know if he’s Midoriya Izuku, which startles Izuku. Izuku recognizes him from the declaration of war two weeks back. He goes to respond, only to be cut off by Ojiro’s tail over his mouth. Shinsou huffs and turns t head away, while Ojiro warns Izuku not to answer him. 

We get a few other reactions from some of the other students: Shouto contemplates how his match with Izuku will be sooner than expected, and that he wants Izuku to bring his best before he takes him down. Katsuki wonders out loud who Uraraka is, which startles an eep out of her, possibly for using her actual name. Mei approaches Tenya, chucking as she starts to ask him something. And Present Mic announces that they’re setting aside the tournament for the time being, and getting on with the thrill-a-minute festivities. 

There’s a few snapshots of what everyone is up to over the course of the side events: some of the non-finalists racing massive balls (probably rubber?) around the inside perimeter of the stadium, Ojiro talking to a stressed out Izuku, Tokoyami napping in a tree, Tenya drinking five (5) cans of orange juice, Katsuki doing… something, Shouto crouched down resting somewhere outside the stadium, and finally some students searching for items on the cards they were given. Oh, right, and the girls are doing cheerleader stuff, with Hagakure being the most enthusiastic, and Jirou and Momo as the least. 

Honestly, with that jump, Hagakure is either buff as heck, or Ochako is lending her a hand. 

While all this is happening, Izuku is narrating how some people preferred to psych themselves up, while others tried to relax. Everyone was dealing with it differently. And before they knew it, the time had come.

We come back into the narrative as Cementoss is just finishing up crafting the battle platform from scratch, which is honestly incredibly impressive. I guess his manipulation of cement includes being able to dry it out super fast. And really, with how it looks, he’s just showing off. Especially with those torches, like, those can’t have been made from cement. Were they just put there and the cement set around them? Did he use the cement to manipulate them into place? I have questions, sir.

As I said, showing off just a touch. 

Present Mic thanks Cementoss before asking the crowds if they’re ready. He talks about how the students have been through hell to get here, but now it’s time for the one-on-one tournament! They’ll only have themselves to rely on. Even if someone isn’t a hero, that saying holds true! You know it! Spirit, technique, strength, wisdom, and knowledge! Use them all and show us your best!

...They’ll only have themselves to rely on, even applied to non-heroes? Uh, wow. Talk about the underlying 𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓾𝓮𝓼 showing up here. I honestly can’t help but think that Izuku’s issues with heading off alone in the current manga arc has less to do with emulating All Might, and more absorbing all these small asides and comments from all the staff of UA. Which is fucking 𝕪𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤.

Anyways, while Mic’s doing his thing, Izuku is trying to calm himself before his match, only for Toshinori to come up to talk to him. He notes how it took a while, but Izuku’s finally getting the hang of using One For All, and gives Izuku a wonky thumbs up. Izuku is surprised to see his mentor there, but also corrects him - he doesn’t really have a hang of it, he’s still uneasy. He brings up his microwave visualization thing, and how he’s been trying to recall when he launched it at the villain, but it still feels dangerous. As if he could fall apart if he loses focus for a second, and, well, it’s like Toshinori saw. Given the level his body is at, even when Izuku controls it, it only gives a small boost in power. 

Toshinoir thinks on it for a bit, before reminding Izuku about that talk about giving it between zero and a hundred. As Izuku is now, heis body’s capable of about five percent. Izuku considers that, thinking that if it’s like that, then he’s just gotten lucky with everything. Toshinori gives him a few thwacks on the head and neck, telling Izuku that that’s because he’s always been trying his hardest, calling him a prince of nonsense. He also chides Izuku, saying he’ll never be a hero looking so mopey.

While Izuku recovers from the assault, Toshinori tells him to listen, before stating that especially when Izuku is feeling worried or scared, that’s when he needs to smile. Izuku’s come this far, so show some bravado, even if it’s fake. To punctuate this, Toshinori swells up into All Might, giving him another thumbs up. And I guess it kind of works as motivation, since Izuku seems less stressed?

Anywho, we finally get into the first match! Present Mic announces the two, with Izuku getting a comment about his making a weird face despite his good performance, and Shinsou getting a comment about not having done anything to stand out yet. The rules are simple - win by knocking out your opponent, immobilizing them, or getting them to say ‘I give up!’ Bring the pain! Recovery Girl’s on standby. And fight dirty if you must! ‘Ethics’ have no meaning here!

...this explains why Shinsou immediately went for such a low blow. 

Anywho, Cementoss makes himself a seat to watch from, so as to be prepared to stop the match at any time. Present Mic clarifies that going for the kill is a big no-no and will disqualify you, because a true hero’s fists fly only when in pursuit of villains. 

Shinsou starts talking, contemplating the ‘I give up’ option before asking Izuku if he gets it? That this battle’s going to test his strength of will. If you have any kind of vision for your future, there’s no sense in worrying about how you get there. Like that monkey, babbling about his stupid pride. 

Wow is Izuku pissed. Present Mic announces the start of the match as Shinsou rhetorically asks what kind of dumbass throws away a chance like this. Izuku rushes forward furiously demanding to know what Shinsou just said - only to stop dead. Shinsou calls it his win, while in the stands, Ojiro is stressing out, tail flailing as he snaps at how he’d warned Izuku about this. Toshinori is waiting at the entrance to the stadium, confused. 

Present Mic asks what’s wrong, the battle’s just started, show some spirit! Mere seconds into the match, Izuku is frozen in place?

And we end the chapter on that cliffhanger. What an introduction to Shinsou, and we have more to go in the next… one or two chapters, can’t recall. 

Anywho, see y’all next time for spooky quirk shenanigans! Can’t believe our first ghost sighting is about to happen. Fricken love ghosts.

[makbaes-archives]

Sugar and Spice - Jackson (M)

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader (female) Word Count: 3,920 Genre: Soulmate AU, Fluff, Smut Rating: (M) - NSFW - sex, language Summary: A trip to your local fair is a tradition amongst your friends. This year, your love of competition and all things spicy leads you to compete in the Pepper Eating Contest. And while you don’t even come close to winning, meeting your soulmate proves to be the ultimate prize.

↳ Oneshot as part of The Inevitability of You with @kpop-wetdreams and @yehet-me-up <3

“Come on, guys! We’re going to miss it!” You yell back to your friends who are just barely keeping up with your running pace. You weave through the crowds of people, bumping shoulders with strangers as you force your way to the stage at the front of the crowd.

The pepper eating contest is a favorite at your local fair, always drawing large crowds of onlookers as they watch a group of people suffer through various types of peppers, each getting hotter and hotter as they go. As an avid spice lover, you’ve always wanted to join, but nerves and timing always got in the way.

Not this year.

This year you secure a spot amongst the group of 15 contestants, and whether you win or not, you’re just excited to finally be doing it. The challenge itself is more than worth it; the prize money is just an added bonus, should you win.

You find the host, and he signs you in, handing you a badge with a number on it and take your place at the far end of the table. You’re one of the last to arrive, and soon after you sit, the MC is beginning the show.

He explains the rules as several stagehands fill up the cups in front of each contestant with milk. It’s simple, really. The heat index of the pepper will go up with each round. Those that throw up or drink their milk are disqualified. The final person standing wins the money.

Steeling yourself, you grin at the loud cheering of your friends in the crowd. It’s a silly thing, you know, but you’re excited, veins pumping with adrenaline, and the fact that your friends are here with you makes it even better.

“Alright contestants, up first… the Padron!”

The pepper goes down easy, the heat lingering on your tongue just enough. No one taps out, and they move onto the next one: the Dutch Green chili pepper.

Again, no one taps out. Not until round 4, then again at 5, 6 and 7. Your mouth is on fire. The milk in front of you is so tempting, and your hand twitches on the table. Face red and tears already drying on your cheeks, you hold your resolve.

The Scotch Bonnet does you in.

You gag once before tossing the remaining bit of the pepper into the trash bag and grabbing for your cup of milk, downing it quickly in hopes of killing the raging fire that is your mouth. The MC announces your withdrawal, as well as another contestant. You take your walk of shame gladly and meet up with your friends, but as soon as you reach them, your stomach takes a dive.

Sighing in defeat, you hand one of them your cup. “Alright, well, I’m gonna go puke now. I’ll see you in a bit.”

They look after you, mildly horrified at how calm you are. You had expected this. Maybe not the puking, but an upset stomach, of course. This was a lot of heat all at once, and as much as you loved all things spicy, your stomach couldn’t handle this much.

10 minutes later, you’re feeling much better, albeit your mouth is still on fire. After wiping the running mascara from your cheeks, you head back to the stage, where your friend greets you with an ice cream cone. While the flavor does nothing for you - thanks to your missing sweet taste receptors - the dairy in it provides much-needed relief to your tongue.

You idly lick at the creamy substance while your friends' chatter, when a sudden burst of applause catches your attention.

“Give it up to this year’s champion, Jackson Wang!” The MC announces excitedly to the roaring crowd.

Brows shoot up at the unfamiliar name. He wasn’t last years winner or even a runner-up. Quickly, you rush to the front of the stage where he’s making his way down the stairs to join some friends, big, fake check in his hand, looking completely unphased - as if he hadn’t just ingested 15 of the world’s hottest peppers.

As you gaze at him in wonder, he turns and catches your gaze, and there’s a sudden shift. You pause your action, tongue mid-lick, and pull a face. Looking down at the cone, you wonder if the milk’s gone sour. Though, it doesn’t taste sour… With wide eyes, you look up, only to find the contest winner - Jackson - gripping his friend’s arm, nearly doubling over as his face turns red.

You’re shocked, to say the least. This isn’t anything you thought finding your soulmate would be like. And boy, had you thought up some scenarios. None of them included your soulmate vomiting at your feet.

Shoving the cone in your friend’s hand, you walk over to him, ignoring his friends’ confused and worried stares.

“You’re my soulmate.” You state to him, and he coughs, whining. You cannot believe this. “You couldn’t taste the spice.”

“Yeah, he’s never had this kind of-”

“You cheated.” Interrupting Jackson’s friend, you glare down at him, arms crossed.

Jackson looks up from his hunched over position and shakes his head wildly, bringing a finger to his lips. He coughs again, hand clutching his stomach, and his friend tries to stand him up straight.

“I think I’m dying,” he groans, voice gravelly from the irritation. “Oh, god. I’m gonna die.”

“Well, maybe that’s the consequence of using your soulmate impairment to cheat!”

“Shhh, don’t say that too lo-” And he groans again, whimpering into his friend's shoulder. “Is this how it feels for everyone? Why do people eat spicy things?”

Jackson’s friend chuckles and shakes his head. “You ate like, a shit ton of peppers, dude. Of course, you feel like you’re dying. Well, I mean, now you do, thanks to…”

You’re almost too busy judging the ever-loving crap out of your supposed soulmate that you don’t realize he’s talking to you. Brows raise in confusion briefly, before you get it.

“Y/N.” You give a shy smile to his friend, a quick quirk of your lips, before flicking your gaze back to Jackson. Humming, you grab your ice cream back and offer it to Jackson, who’s brows bunch together in confusion. “You eat it.”

He glares at you before grabbing it and giving it a tentative lick. You roll your eyes.

“I’m not sick or anything.”

A few more licks seem to help his burning mouth, and he lightens up a bit, but his stomach is still angry with him, and he pouts like a child. You can’t help but find it a little cute. Just a little, though.

“You should probably go home,” his friend suggests, and you nod in agreement. “Want me to get you an uber?”

“What? No, I can take him home,” you say, and you surprise yourself at your sudden willingness to help out this total stranger - soulmate or not.

“You don’t have to,” Jackson tells you, but you shake your head.

“It’s okay. I don’t feel all that great either. We can suffer together. That’s what all this soulmate stuff is about anyway, right?” You ask with a grin.

Jackson’s face softens from the pout, and he grins back, agreeing to go with you.

The two of you say goodbye to your friends, who either seem happy to be able to stay behind and enjoy the fair or happy to pair you off alone together; you can’t decide which it is more, though. The car ride to his place is mostly silent as he leans against your passenger side window, aside from the directions he gives you. This gives you time to really assess what’s going on.

You’ve found your soulmate.

You’ve found him, and his name is Jackson Wang, and he cheats at pepper eating contests. Well, he used to, that is.

There isn’t a whole lot out there, science-wise, about soulmates. It’s all so new - the research, that is - so there are new discoveries being made all the time. For instance, you had thought proximity was the key to unlocking one’s inability, however, it seemed to happen to you and Jackson the moment you locked eyes.

Sneaking a glance over at him, you see his eyes are closed. You take a moment to admire his profile. He’s actually quite gorgeous, you finally take note, as your eyes flit between him and the road. There’s a blossoming tightness in your chest, nothing like anything you’ve ever felt, and you wonder if it’s because of him. If this is what the soulmate bond does to you. You want nothing more than to know everything about him, every part of him. You want a closeness with him you’ve never wanted before, and it scares you, how much you’re suddenly willing to rush into… something, everything with him.

When you pull up to his apartment, you help him up and inside. Behind closed doors, the pull to him is so much, it’s almost impossible to breathe. You wonder if he’s feeling the same way, or if his discomfort is in the way.

“Do you have any Pepto Bismol? It’ll help your stomach,” you say almost distractedly as your eyes scan his apartment.

Jackson shakes a bottle of tablets, pulling your attention to him as he grins. “Way ahead of you.”

You breathe out a laugh and shake your head. There’s a silence between you both, but it’s not awkward. Jackson looks at you like he’s got a million questions, and he’s ready to ask them, opening his mouth, but he promptly shuts it and groans.

Poor thing.

“I should… let you get some rest.”

You hold back a laugh, watching him run into the other room. This should be embarrassing. You should feel awkward and weird and grossed out, but you don’t. Shaking your head, you bite your lip and turn to leave, before remembering something. Finding a pen on the kitchen counter, you scribble your number on one of the bills sitting there. He’s bound to see it.

As your leaving, your stomach gurgles, and you wince. You should regret having eaten as many peppers as you did, but as you glance back at his apartment door, you think it’s totally worth the trouble.

One week.

One whole week since you last saw Jackson, last spoke to him, first met him.

He didn’t call you like you had hoped. Did he not feel what you did? Did he not feel the attraction, the immediate pull to you that you felt towards him? Did he not like your personality, or maybe something you said?

Maybe he was embarrassed? That’s completely understandable, given the way you both met, but even then, how could he live with the gut-wrenching feeling you currently were? It only got worse as the days passed, and you wondered if this was what the rest of your life would be like, should you never see him again.

You had googled as much as you could, trying to find others who felt the same. There were several blogs of people who lost their soulmates, ranging from death to simply never finding them after having been exposed to them in some way. The feelings they had were similar to those you were currently experiencing. Honestly, it was the worst feeling imaginable. You felt as if a part of you was missing. And it was.

Sweets became dull and bland once again. But it wasn’t the flavor you missed - no, it turns out sweetness is a taste you could live without, the overt sweetness too much for your liking - it was the boy that brought that distaste to life.

It wasn’t long before your sadness turned to anger. Before the anxiety in your chest became a permanent thing, squeezing the very breath out of you. This was torture, and it was all because of Jackson Wang, your supposed soulmate.

Soulmate, my ass, you think as you stab into the chunk of meat.

Lifting the fork to your lips, you place it in your mouth, immediately glaring at the flavorful spicy heat that engulfs your tongue. Well, this was your favorite dish. Now, though, you can’t seem to take another bite. It only serves as a reminder. It only makes you think of him.

You toss the meal away in the garbage with a huff, deciding that you hate Jackson Wang.

One week and one day after you meet your soulmate, you meet him again.

You’re still shocked this time around, albeit, much less so. Your eyes go wide when you spot him walking into the coffee shop, and when you lock eyes, his face lights up. Hastily, you look away, but it’s too late. He’s bounding over to you like a puppy, and you hate that your heart is beating too fast and your stomach is doing flips. There’s no one in line behind you, so Jackson sidles up to you, and you hear him let out an excited huff of air.

“I didn’t think I’d ever find you again,” he tells you, and you roll your eyes, scanning the menu behind the counter.

It’s sad, really, that you can feel Jackson’s pout without even looking at him. It’s like you know so much about him already, and yet there’s a lifetime of things to learn still.

...No.

“I feel so stupid and embarrassed about last week. That’s definitely not… how I pictured our meeting, but-”

“I’d like a french vanilla soy latte with no foam, please.”

The barista smiles and takes your money, and without letting Jackson finish, you move to the other end of the counter to wait for your coffee. It’s always been your favorite, despite not tasting the flavor. Whatever flavor it actually tasted like didn’t matter, really, but it wasn’t bitter, and that’s all you needed.

The barista turns to Jackson, who is currently looking longingly over at you while you do your best to ignore him. It’s hard, though, with him so close. He’s 5 feet away, but you swear you can smell his cologne. Your fingers itch to reach out and touch him, brush your thumb across his lips, press yourself against his body as you find his most vulnerable spots.

Jaw clenching, you give a tight-lipped smile to the barista who hands you your coffee cup, and you thank her, turning to walk away.

“Y/N! Wait, where are you-”

“Why didn’t you call me?” You swing around to face him, so abruptly that he skids to a stop less than a foot away from you. He’s too close now, you think, as you look up at him. You can see the beginnings of stumble across his chin, and the dark chocolate of his eyes. It was all you could do not to lean closer.

Jackson looks put off by this question. He narrows his eyes in confusion, head tilting to the side, and it’s hard to remember you hate him when he’s so cute.

“I didn’t have your number,” Jackson says softly, and now it’s your turn to narrow your eyes.

“I wrote it on one of your bills on the counter. It was pretty out in the open.”

Jackson’s brows raise before he bites his lip. “I may have thrown those out.” And as if he’s expecting you to be angry, he quickly adds, “I do everything online! I’m sorry! I knew they had been taken care of, so I tossed them.” A hand comes to rub the back of his neck, and he looks down shyly. “God, I’m so stupid.”

Eyes still narrowed at him, you bring the coffee cup to your lips and take a sip. Immediately, the overwhelming sweetness hits you, and you groan. Jackson looks up and quirks a brow.

Muttering, you glare down at the coffee you once loved so much, then up at Jackson. Handing the cup to him, you fold your arms and sigh. “Yeah, you are stupid.”

Jackson’s eyes move from you to the cup and back, and he nods, waiting for you to continue.

“But I guess we really are soulmates because that’s way too sweet for me. What do you say you make it up to me with another coffee and we try this whole thing again?”

The smile Jackson gives you is radiant and infectious as he nods excitedly and takes your hand, walking you both back to the register. You grin back at him, watching him as he orders something, and when he brings it to you, you find that it’s a perfect balance of sweet and bitter, and your heart flutters just a bit more.

Biological soulmates are a very weird and confusing concept, and even weirder and more confusing when it’s more than that. When it’s real life, and you have to discuss things like “do we start dating right away?”, “is it weird to start getting too comfortable so soon?”, “should we wait to have sex, or…?”.

While it feels a little bit awkward at first, ultimately, you and Jackson just let things happen naturally. And in the following weeks of you both getting to know each other, you notice how easy everything is. How easy it is to talk about everything and anything, how easy it is to feel comfortable around each other, how easy it is to flirt and tease.

When you aren’t together, you’re either texting or Facetiming. You start spending time at each other’s houses, just movie nights and dinners at first, which turns into staying over and waking up in each other’s arms. You kiss lightly, tentatively, for the first few weeks, before it’s too much. The burning desire building within you threatens to boil over and take control, and you honestly don’t know how you’ve managed to hold back for this long.

Jackson seems to feel the same way.

It’s a typical evening for you both. You’re lounging on your couch, reading on your phone, while he finishes cleaning up in the kitchen. You’re so engrossed in the article you’re reading that you don’t hear him coming. He flops next to you on the couch and lays his head in your lap, and your hand automatically goes to play with him. You hear his contented sigh, and you smile softly.

“What’re you reading?” He asks, looking up at you with large doe eyes.

“Mark Tuan’s newest research article. You know, that super young biologist that’s research biological soulmates?”

Jackson hums with interest. “Neat. What’s it about?”

“Well, he’s found his soulmate, so he’s been able to add a lot of personal experiences into the research. It’s just so… fascinating.”

“Oh, yeah?” He sits up, your hand falling into your lap, and presses against your side. Instinctively, you lean into him, letting him cuddle against you. But as soon as you feel his lips on your skin, all interest in the article vanishes.

“You’re fascinating,” he mumbles against your skin. Suddenly, it feels a hundred degrees hotter in the room.

His lips are soft against your neck, pressing lightly from below your jaw down to your collarbone. His teeth graze over your skin there, and you sigh, setting your phone down on the couch beside you. One of your hands moves to rest on his thigh as he continues his mild assault, each press of his lips becoming more haste, more heated. He bites and suckles at the tender flesh, and you know there will be marks in the morning, but you can’t seem to care right now.

Turning, you capture his lips in a quick change of control. For weeks you’ve been holding back, trying to push down the absolute need to feel him flush against you. Jackson seems taken aback momentarily until he catches up and kisses back with just as much force. This kiss is different from others. You can feel the surrender in both of your actions, the complete abandonment of any morals or promises you had as he cups your chin and brings you closer to him.

Sitting up on your knees, you swing one leg over his thighs and straddle his waist, and Jackson takes no time in grabbing your hips to pull you towards his, grinding into your pelvis with a low groan. He’s already half-hard, and you have a feeling it won’t take much longer. For either of you. You can feel how drenched you are, and it shouldn’t shock you the quick reaction your body has for him. You are soulmates, after all. Made for each other.

And it certainly feels that way when he has you pinned to your mattress, thrusting into you at a near-violent pace - and it feels like nothing you’ve felt before. Sex has never been this good, this perfect, this mind-blowingly incredible.

He has you cumming within minutes, and it’s not typical of you to cum without clitoral stimulation, but Jackson manages to do it. And not once, but twice before he even worries about himself.

“Jackson,” you whine after your second orgasm, tugging at his hair to bring his lips to yours, and you take his lower lip between your teeth. You take the opportunity to flip him onto his back, grinding yourself against his dick. Jackson groans, bucking against you, and you smile coyly at him.

“Come for me, baby,” you command him, continuing to grind your sensitive core against him, already slick with your cum. Jackson grips your hips, fingers digging into your skin, nails leaving crescent moons as he thrusts against you once, twice, a third time before he releases onto his stomach.

You slow your movement as he shudders against you, and double over, careful of the mess, lazily kissing his neck, his jaw, and then his lips. His arms wrap behind your back to pull you flush against him, and you grimace, while he laughs against your mouth.

There’s a comfortable silence as you both catch your breaths, basking in the afterglow of the most amazing sex you’ve ever had. And it isn’t even about the sex, you realize, staring into his eyes. It’s about the bond between soulmates. It’s about the magnetic pull you have towards one another, in every way imaginable. It’s about the way he shows you he loves you, even in the first moments of getting to know you.

It isn’t long before it gets uncomfortably sticky, and you peel yourself away from him, standing beside the bed, your hand held out for him. Jackson smiles and takes it, getting out of bed and following you to the shower.

He shows you his love for you again and again. In the shower, in the way he dries your hair when you’re done, in the way he cuddles against you, rubbing soft circles into your back, in the way he cooks you breakfast in the morning.

Jackson shows his love for you in every way he can, and you return it without hesitance. You’ve never done something effortlessly in your life, and you never question for a moment if he’s absolutely the one.

After a year of dating, you receive a letter in the mail. Your eyes light up when you see the familiar logo of the soulmate DNA testing center, and you begin reading, heart pounding against your chest.

It’s real. It’s so real. It’s biologically meant to be.

“Jackson-!” As you turn to tell him the good news, you find him on one knee, a small box in his hand holding a bright ring, almost as bright as your future together.

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! I’m so sorry about the wait. Life kept getting in the way, but it’s here! Be sure to check out the entire series! <3 Scan credit: @jr_ram_n94922

xoxo,Tyler