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SOULMATES FIC REC, Part III: Below you’ll find more fics that have soulmates as the theme. (Part I, Part II)
📖 no hand on the reign by @tempolarriefix (137k)
Then, he sees it. His eyes lock on the tattoo and he sucks in a sharp breath, unable to look away. His brain screeches to a halt, and not just because of the sight that is a half-naked Harry.
There, on Harry’s outer arm, is an intricate tattoo of a large ship. A large ship which perfectly complements the compass tattoo hidden on Louis’ own forearm.
“It’s that one.” Louis breathes, reaching out a shaky finger to point to the ship on Harry’s left outer arm.
“You’re sure?” Harry asks.
Louis nods. He’s never been more sure of anything in his life.
He has found his soulmate.
Or, a twist on a soulmate au where louis is a newly independent tattoo artist and harry just wants his soulmate tattoo removed. Of course, they're soulmates.
📖 Heartbeat (Fire on Fire) by @larryficwriter (57k)
When he presented officially at fourteen, his dad was overjoyed. He had to sit through an entirely too descriptive sex talk. By the end of it, he knew way too much about how to please an Omega - how to be a good Alpha.
“What about if it’s an Alpha and an Alpha?” He had asked at the time, for no other reason than sheer, innocent curiosity.
He instantly knew that even asking this question was a mistake. A look of absolute disgust clouded his father’s face. The look is immediately filed away in his core memories.
“That’s not right. Alphas belong with Omegas. It’s simply not natural any other way.” He shakes his head. “Even discussing two Alphas being together makes me sick.”
Harry remembered nodding in agreement. Message received.
Or,
Harry is an Alpha who grew up using all of his energy to be a mirror. He learned to be everything everyone wanted him to be. Make as little waves as possible...
Louis, the extroverted Alpha with a passion for Social Sciences, comes in like a tidal wave.
📖 We Don't Need No Piece of Paper (From the City Clerk) by @2tiedships2 (26k)
Harry sat on his bed and stared at the pile of luggage by the door. This was really happening. He was being shipped off to America to get married.
In a matter of months, he would be bonded to an alpha his father had chosen for him. Someone that Harry knew nothing about. Not even his name.
📖 Something To Remember by @parmahamlarrie (25k)
Every time you meet your soulmate, the event is marked on your skin forever in the form of a corresponding tattoo in roughly the same place on both of your bodies. Sometimes, it takes a few tries before you piece together who that person is, leading some to be more covered in soulmarks than others.
Travel writer Louis Tomlinson has no tattoos.
Neither does singer and actor Harry Styles.
Will a trip to Maui’s most exclusive and private resort bring these two soulmates together, or will their bodies be constant reminders of what they missed out on?
📖 I'm insatiable, it’s all your fault by @larrydoinglaundry (21k)
The last thing Harry expected when he started a new job was to meet his truebond. The only problem is, his truebond happens to be one of his students, and he's never been the man to dismiss his morals.
📖 I'm Weaker Without You by @chai-hat-tea (20k)
Alpha Lord Louis Tomlinson is a rake who refuses to settle down. Will he settle down for the Society's most talked about Omega? What about the enticing scent that belongs to the Beta? How will he react to said Beta pursuing the Omega too?
📖 Briar Rose by @harryslonecurl (16k)
Louis is a royal who is coerced to find a mate due to his position in high society. Wanting absolutely nothing to do with high society, Louis chooses a peasant from a neighboring village. Harry is quite far removed from high society. Has Louis gotten more than he bargained for, or will this be the connection he never knew he needed?
📖 Black Leather, Blue Lace by @insightfulinsomniac (8k)
aka: a pwp in which new soulmates farmer!Louis and city girl!Harry are filthy exhibitionists.
📖 Together We're the Greatest by @hellolovers13 (4k)
It's not the first time Louis has to stitch Harry back together, but Louis will make sure it is the last.
📖 So Paris When We Kiss by @beelou (4k)
Looks like he’s finally going to Paris.
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JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS
🔞 All of these fics contain smut, so please take your own risk 🔞
❥ Friends Within Touching Distance (series/completed, friends with benefits to lovers ) by @dailynnt
❥ One Night as the Price of a Request (series/ongoing, fake relationship au, enemies to lovers) by @dailynnt
❥ Captive of His Attention (series/ongoing, enemies to lovers, university au) by @dailynnt
❥ Aurora (oneshot, exes to lovers) by @dailynnt
❥ Between Feigned Hatred and Real Desire (oneshot, brother's bestfriend) by @dailynnt
❥ A Quarrel, Alcohol and You (oneshot, friends to lovers) by @dailynnt
❥ Truth or Dare : Kiss a Friend (oneshot, friends to lovers) by @dailynnt
❥ The Alpha Omega Series (werewolf au, childhood bestfriends to enemies to lovers) by @borathae
❥ Cold Gun (oneshot, arranged marriage, gun play) by @borathae
❥ Fuck Me Up (series/ongoing, enemies to lovers) by @jungkoode
❥ Bed Chem (mini series/completed, frenemies to ?) by @muniimyg
❥ Close To You (series/completed, friends with benefits to lovers) by @muniimyg
❥ Bad Habit (series/ongoing, soulmate au, strangers/friends to lovers) by @muniimyg
❥ Dissonance (series/ongoing, enemies to lovers, slow burn) by @bangtan-junkie
❥ The Only One (series/completed, mafia au, contract relationship) by @armpirate
❥ Red (series/ongoing, demon au) by @armpirate
❥ The Beast of Busan (yandere/dark themes, optional ending) by @trivia-yandere
❥ M.I.L.F (series/ongoing, yandere, age gap) by @trivia-yandere
❥ Cruel Intentions (series/completed, yandere, mafia au) by @explicit-tae
❥ Ungodly Hours (series/completed, college au) by @explicit-tae
❥ Ruin You (series/completed, ft.Taehyung) by @taegularities
❥ Meraki (oneshot, enemies to lovers) by @taegularities
❥ Lowkey (series/completed, fake dating au, friends to lovers) by @xpeachesncream
❥ We Are All Dreamers (oneshot, soulmate au, enemies to lovers) by @yoonia
❥ Lost & Found (oneshot, something like ex crushes to lovers i guess??) by @kooktrash
❥ Better Than Him (oneshot, fake dating au, friends to lovers) by @margotw10bis
❥ Polarity (series/completed, yandere) by @darkestcorners
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BAD HABIT // JJK
06 | big dipper // series m.list
note: hihi ,, thank u for waiting !! this ch is def worth it tbh </3 no warnings ,, just like ... oc goes off on jungkook ,, jungkook gets blindfolded ,, more context on their auras ??? yeah ... tension too ! pls do not be shy and send in ur thoughts !!! i would love to know how u're liking the fic so far as it's my first fantasy au !!!!! (clearly still very nervy lmfao) mwah ,, enj !
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the past few days have been anything but easy for jungkook.
not that he deserves easy—he knows he doesn’t. if anything, this is exactly what he should’ve expected. what does surprise him, though, is just how well you execute the petty treatment. how effortlessly you lock him out. how, no matter how many times he shuts his eyes, focuses, and tries to slip into your thoughts—he can’t.
it’s like the connection doesn’t exist.
which makes no sense.
because it does.
the string between you is golden and bright, undeniable to everyone who has ever seen it. and yet, there’s this… knot. this missing piece. it’s so fucking strange. he felt you before—felt the way your heart would race, the heat that would bloom across your skin. he knew when you were sick, when you were anxious. when the bond first tied, his own pulse had stumbled just trying to match yours. he cared so much when it happened...
but now?
now, it’s empty.
like someone cut the string without actually severing it.
he first noticed it that night in the garden.
you had only been soulmates for a few hours, and still, he felt something. at first, he thought maybe he was imagining it. overhyping the entire invisible string phenomenon. but then, the symptoms started stacking—waves of nausea when you were overwhelmed, your voice in his head when you caught his stray thoughts in class.
you’re in his head.
but he’s not in yours.
and if he’s not in your head, then what about your heart?
after that night, jungkook had gone to bed feeling like absolute shit. you told him he made you feel better—but he couldn’t feel it. couldn’t be sure. how could he trust words alone when everything inside you was a blank slate to him?
it freaked him out.
it got to him.
he spent the night tossing and turning, unable to catch even fifteen minutes of real sleep. and then, the next morning, when you walked in well-rested and seemingly fine—it hit him like a freight train.
it’s him.
he’s the problem.
and as fucked up, childish, and selfish as it is—that’s why he called you boring.
because you are.
because you’re blank.
because he, the so-called master of manipulation, can’t get inside your head.
but he sure as hell can get under your skin.
"so everyone, partner up—and obviously, soulmates go with soulmates," namjoon announces, finishing his rundown of the sparring activity.
you barely register the rest.
instead, you watch the class shuffle into place. soulmates move toward each other. friends pair up. the guys—still without soulmates—team up amongst themselves.
and jungkook?
jungkook leans against a tree, one foot propped lazily against the bark, arms folded over his chest. his expression is unreadable, but the tilt of his head, the barely-there smirk, sends heat curling up your spine. he plays with his lighter.
you exhale sharply and motion for him to come over.
he stays put, smirk growing.
then, he mouths, "don’t wanna."
your jaw clenches. you point at him, then to the ground in front of you.
"come here. now."
jungkook blinks, feigning innocence.
you cross your arms.
you wait—a second, a minute, a moment too long.
then, just as you start to turn away, he appears right in front of you.
"you're impatient today," he remarks, voice smooth, teasing. "is that how fast you need me? i can teleport wherever you want me to go. tell me to go away, i'll do it."
you sigh, pressing your fingers to your temple. before you can retort, he lifts his hands, and with the subtlest flex of his fingers, two sparring sticks float from the pile and dart into his grasp. he catches them effortlessly and offers you one, grinning.
across the field, namjoon groans.
"jungkook, did you really need to use your aura for that? just walk like a normal person."
jungkook huffs.
"wow. it’s like everyone hates me today."
"maybe we do," you mutter, snatching the stick from his hand.
this was foreseeable.
you don’t need jin’s aura to know how this is going to go. the class knows, too. there’s a shift in energy, hushed murmurs, amused glances exchanged.
from where he leans against a tree, jin exhales a chuckle. “this should be interesting.”
and it is.
because while everyone else has started, you haven’t moved past the first three strikes.
not because you aren’t trying.
but because jungkook isn’t.
you lunge forward, aiming a strike at his chest. he doesn’t even flinch. his own stick twirls idly in his fingers, his gaze flicking toward the treetops like he’s more interested in cloud formations than the fight.
he dodges every attack without breaking a sweat. side-steps. pivots. barely moves.
and worse—he looks bored.
your foot pivots. another strike slices through the air. jungkook steps back just enough for it to skim past his sleeve.
“getting closer,” he muses. “try again.”
irritation burns at your spine. you exhale sharply, feint left, strike right. this time, you land it. the stick grazes his arm—not enough to bruise, but enough to count.
jungkook stumbles back dramatically, hissing through his teeth as if you’d run him through with a blade.
"shit—"
the class falls silent for a beat.
then, snickers ripple through the air.
"oh, come on," you deadpan.
jungkook blinks at you, playing it up even more. "that was—you stabbed me."
taehyung mutters something under his breath. jin actually laughs. namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose.
jungkook sighs, twirling his stick again. then, in a movement so smooth it’s almost insulting, he flicks yours aside with a gentle tap.
wood clashes.
you stumble back.
cheers erupt from the watching trainees. but you just glare at him, chest heaving.
"again."
you grip your stick tighter, eyes narrowing. across from you, jungkook still looks at ease. hands loose. weight shifted just enough to be casual. like he’s humoring you.
the heat in your chest flares.
“jungkook, are you even trying?”
he shrugs, nonchalant.
“dunno. are you?”
jimin chokes on a laugh. "god, jungkook’s asking for it."
your jaw locks.
the room feels warmer. everyone's watching. you’ve never cared about proving yourself before—but this feels different.
nam joon's voice cuts in, sharp. "jungkook, get it together. look at ___! she’s clearly upset.”
jungkook’s eyes flicker toward namjoon. then back to you.
and something changes... his teasing drops. his fingers tighten around his stick.
“you want me to try?”
you swallow, nodding once.
he shifts, expression unreadable. “whatever you want, p.”
then, he moves.
the first exchange is fast. too fast. you counter, but his strikes come harder, sharper. for the first time, he’s fighting back.
and you’re losing.
badly.
his strikes come faster, sharper. his movements are precise. he isn’t holding back anymore, and suddenly, you’re struggling to keep up. the wooden sticks crack against each other, loud against the backdrop of rustling trees and hushed whispers.
then, in a split second, he spins.
your stick is wrenched from your hands. before you can react, jungkook grips it, tugging it toward him—until you’re standing nearly chest to chest.
then—
he taps himself out.
a grin spreads across his face. the trainees erupt into giggles. your shoulders rise and fall as you catch your breath.
jungkook extends a hand.
"good game."
it wasn’t.
it wasn’t fair.
it wasn't good.
it was just so him.
instead of shaking his hand, you shove your sparring stick against his chest and avoid his eyes.
"excuse me," you mutter before turning away from the group and heading towards the garden.
jungkook watches you leave.
he doesn’t say anything. he doesn’t move. but, after a few beats, jungkook follows.
you don’t acknowledge him, but you know he’s there.
you can feel it.
the ground hums beneath your feet, a faint tremor shifting the soil like the earth itself is attuned to him. the air turns crisp, infused with something familiar—fresh rain on warm stone, something sharp at the edges, something distinctly him. being his soulmate changes everything.
good and bad.
so you make him work for it.
you take the long way to the garden, slipping between hedges, ducking beneath ivy, fingers grazing the thick vines trailing along the palace walls. the scent of jasmine clings to your skin as you move, quiet and deliberate. you don’t look back.
but he follows.
always.
by the time you reach the stone bench beneath the willow, the late afternoon sun drapes golden shadows over the grass. the leaves rustle overhead, and the distant chime of a wind bell carries through the stillness.
he doesn’t speak.
you wait.
finally, after what feels like forever, jungkook exhales.
“you didn’t come last night.”
the words break through the quiet, heavy and deliberate.
“hmm?” you hum, dragging the sound out just enough to make him second-guess himself.
his jaw ticks. “i felt sick.”
the way he says it—careful, measured—betrays him.
a test.
a trap.
you don’t spring it... not yet.
instead, you lift your gaze, watching him with something unreadable.
“exactly how sick were you?”
his expression flickers—just for a second—but it’s enough. the shift. the realization that you know he’s lying. that you didn’t come because you didn’t want to. that he had waited for you, and you had chosen to ignore it.
he doesn’t like that. not one bit.
for the first time since class, he looks at you. really looks at you. and for the first time, you let him.
the garden is quiet this time of day. that’s why you go. but now, the quiet stretches thin between you, taut as a thread about to snap. the leaves sway overhead. jungkook shifts his weight.
then, without thinking, you step forward.
he doesn’t move. just watches.
you lift a hand, resting the back of it against his forehead.
warm. not feverish, but—warm.
jungkook stills.
for a split second, he stops breathing. the world falls away, distant and unimportant, because all he can focus on is your touch. the way your fingers linger before you pull away.
he reacts before he can think.
his hand catches yours, fingers wrapping around your wrist—not tight, but firm. firm enough to stop you.
you blink.
he tugs you closer.
your other hand lands against his chest, steadying yourself against the solid weight of him.
he is warm here, too. warmer than he should be. his heartbeat is steady, but there’s something frantic beneath the surface, a tension coiled too tight.
jungkook doesn’t know what to do with this. doesn’t know what to do with the warmth spreading through him like something foreign. something dangerous.
his voice is quiet when he speaks. almost unsteady.
“what are you doing to me?”
your lips part slightly, breath catching—
then, you push away.
he lets go immediately, like your touch burns.
your expression smooths out, unreadable. you take a step back.
“nothing,” you say. “that’s the thing.”
jungkook exhales sharply, head tilting. “what’s that supposed to mean?”
you hold his gaze. then, deliberately, you let your aura slip. let it expand—thick, unmistakable.
resistance.
jungkook’s breath catches.
“i can’t read you,” he says eventually, voice low, like he hates admitting it. “i... i could for a day or two... but it doesn’t make sense. this does't make sense. you knew i wasn’t sick last night?”
you nod.
“... you can feel—”
“yeah,” you breathe. “i can feel your symptoms. i can feel when your body reacts to me. i can hear your thoughts when you let me—when you want me to. i feel the bond."
his fingers twitch at his sides. his brows pinch slightly, like this realization is foreign. you inhale, steady. then exhale, letting down your guard just enough for him to feel it.
your aura glows—not to the eye, but in presence.
jungkook stiffens.
“resistance,” he pieces together. “that’s… that’s why i can’t—”
“i had my guard down when we met. i was giving you a chance, and you…” your voice softens, eyes searching his. “you can’t manipulate me. i refuse it.”
his tongue presses against the inside of his cheek. then, he scoffs, shaking his head.
“who said i had plans to manipulate you?”
“isn’t that your aura?”
“and if it is?” he steps closer, chin tilting. “come on, p. you think you have me all figured out?”
your lips curl into a small smile. not sweet. not cruel. something in between.
“yeah, i do,” you say. “the truth is, i’m not upset that you find me boring.”
jungkook waits.
“i’m upset that you’re boring.”
his brows furrow slightly. “what does that mean?”
you step back, turning toward the garden bench as you speak over your shoulder.
“you think i’m just a princess? fine. to each their own. you think you’re too good for me—”
“i never said that—”
“what?” your voice sharpens. “you think you’re not good enough, then? see, i’m confused—frustrated, actually. i understand i’m the newbie to the divinity—to this… to you,” you pause, eyes finding his. “but why should i stand around and let myself be collateral damage to your low self-esteem and ego?”
his expression hardens. offense first, then defense.
“who the fuck said shit about me having low self-esteem—”
“no one,” you almost laugh. “but that’s it, isn’t it? your ego can't swallow the fact that you can't read me. that you can't manipulate your place in my life... that there's a possibility that you can and will fail and have to depend on trust and love to be enough for people like me to stay.”
jungkook clenches his jaw.
"i don't know what the fuck you're talking about," jungkook spits. "do you think you're better than us because you're the divine?"
"no," you answer steadily. "i think i know more because i've been away from the divine. i have perspective. i know what's real—what's out there."
"i know what's out there too—"
"you didn't live in it," you breathe. "jungkook, people in the real world have to do things they don't want to do. no manipulation in time, no manipulation in feelings or things—they face life... you sleep during class. you don’t care when we spar. you don’t care about me—”
“___, you can’t possibly be calling me out and using these as your fucking excuses—”
“i just want you to know it’s okay,” you say it softer this time, like you mean it. “has anyone accepted you... just the way you are? if not, let me be the first one to do so. jungkook, do what you want. be who you are. figure things out or give up—it doesn’t matter. i can live like this, okay? we don’t have to be obsessed with each other. we can fight the bond if that’s what you really want—”
jungkook’s mind spins.
you’re saying so much shit that doesn’t make sense to him. this is escalating too fast. he wasn’t prepared for this. he didn’t know the weight of his words until now.
“it’s not what i want,” he spits out. “___, can you please slow down—”
you shake your head.
“i just want you to know this: you’re wrong if you think i’m the type to tend to someone’s inability to see their goodness. their worth… their purpose. i’m a big believer in accepting what you think you deserve. if you can’t accept me, that’s fine. maybe i’m not what you deserve. but that’s not on me, jungkook. you limit yourself. you don’t believe in fate. you don’t want this—”
“do you?” he croaks out. “do you want this?”
for a moment, you’re stunned.
regardless of all the shit he’s put you through in the past two weeks, you don’t have it in yourself to lie.
“i want more,” you say finally. “not this.”
more.
jungkook didn't know what that meant exactly... but this was a start. he isn't an apologetic type, so this is his... version of it.
trying.
again.
he stands in front of you, rolling his wrists, exhaling slow. his eyes flicker over your stance—checking, assessing, adjusting before he even moves.
“keep your weight forward,” jungkook instructs, tilting his chin toward your feet. “you hesitate too much.”
you nod, shifting slightly. he steps in, light on his feet, and you match him, falling into motion as he throws a testing jab. you dodge. pivot. counter. he blocks. you move again.
but it’s wrong.
every strike, every dodge, every block feels a second off. like walking out of rhythm with someone—close but not quite. you follow his cues, but there’s no flow, no instinct, just effort.
jungkook exhales sharply.
“again.”
he moves quicker this time, forcing you to react faster, but it only makes the disconnect more obvious. he shifts left when you expect right. your counters don’t land where they should. his frustration grows, simmering beneath his skin, evident in the slight drag of his feet, the way his breath turns shallow. he shakes his head, readjusting.
you know that feeling—the itch of something not working, of knowing it should but not being able to make it.
you step back, panting, watching the tension tighten in his shoulders.
“can we try something?” you ask, voice softer now.
jungkook pauses.
he blinks at you, expression unreadable, before tilting his head slightly.
“try what?”
you don’t wait for his response.
“wait here,” you tell him before you turn on your heel, feet light against the stone path as you take off in a quiet sprint. the air is thick with the lingering tension of missed steps, of a rhythm neither of you could quite grasp, but you know—you know—it isn’t just about movement.
jungkook doesn’t call after you.
he stays where he is, watching as you disappear.
when you return, there’s gold handkerchief is wrapped around your fingers. the fabric glows in the dim light, soft between your hands as you come to a stop in front of him, close enough that you see the slight furrow of his brow.
his gaze flickers to yours, unreadable.
“trust me?” you ask, already reaching up.
jungkook exhales. then, slowly, he nods.
you tiptoe, wrapping the cloth over his eyes, knotting it at the back of his head. his shoulders stay squared, but you feel the way his breath slows, the way he stills beneath your touch. his lashes flutter against the fabric before he adjusts his stance again, waiting.
this time, when you move, he doesn’t see you—he feels you.
“focus on me,” you tell him.
“h-how—”
“i’ll focus on you too. maybe if we do this properly, our auras will meet. i can put my guard up any time, but putting it down is something entirely different. it’s beyond my control to put it down. it’s a reaction to you—your vulnerability, not mine.”
jungkook swallows, letting your words sink in.
"how do you know this shit?" he attempts to hide his suspicion.
you laugh. "have you forgotten who my grandparents are? just because i was raised outside this palace doesn't mean i wasn't educated and trained for the divinity."
"you are the divinity."
"that i am, little prince."
you don't know it, but he rolls his eyes.
"and you're a princess."
"that i am not."
he chuckles. so do you. the moment is light.
then, he takes a deep breath and envisions you.
in his head, it’s hazy. there’s only so much of you that he memorized in a short period of time—but he hopes it’s enough. he recalls the way you turn your head and how pretty your neck is. how long your hair is and how your eyes smile before your lips curve into one.
before you know it, the air shifts and he strikes. there’s a slight tremor in your breath when you hesitate—a quiet hitch when he moves too close.
his body reacts without thinking, syncing to yours in a way sight never allowed. he follows the push and pull, the rise and fall of your heartbeat, matching it, learning it. and for the first time, there’s no disconnect—no distance or this… force that pushes him away.
no struggle.
just instinct.
just you.
and then, in a way he can’t explain, he knows where you’ll be before you even move.
he anticipates every pivot, every feint, as if something unseen is guiding him—no, pulling him. there’s a thread between you now, stretched taut between his ribs and yours, humming with energy. it tightens when you step back, loosens when you exhale. he feels it with every shift, with every breath you take.
it’s disorienting at first, the pull, the quiet certainty of it. but it’s right. more right than anything has felt in a long, long time.
his heart pounds, syncing to yours. for the first time, jungkook doesn’t fight it.
instead, he lets it fall.
in so many fucking ways, he lets himself fall.
you bend over and tug the handkerchief off of him.
then, you extend a hand.
jungkook squints, adjusting to the night. then, he stares at it for a beat too long, his pride hanging in the space between you. you didn’t exactly win… but you didn’t lose either. regardless, he feels defeated.
the garden is quiet except for the sound of both your breaths, still uneven, still trying to settle. the tie had been hard-earned—one final strike knocking him down, leaving him on his back, staring at the night sky like it held the answers he didn’t.
you wiggle your fingers. “good game?”
his lips press into a line before he exhales, reaching up. his palm slides against yours, rough and warm, and you brace yourself as he uses the momentum to pull himself to his feet.
too strong.
the force drags you forward, nearly colliding into his chest.
you stumble, hands reaching for balance, and jungkook catches you before you can fall completely. one hand wraps around your waist, the other grasping your arm, steadying you like it’s second nature. his fingers press firm into your skin, and for a moment, neither of you move.
your palm lands flat against his chest.
a sharp inhale. not yours.
his heartbeat hammers against your touch, wild and restless. the same way it felt when he was blindfolded—when he had to rely on instinct, when the rhythm of his breath synced with yours and something unseen pulled tight between you.
you lift your gaze.
jungkook is already looking.
your eyes meet and it’s like you’re the only thing he sees. you see it. you look into his eyes and freaking see what he sees.
you. only you.
his lips suddenly part like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. his eyes flicker, unreadable, caught between hesitation and something heavier. his grip on your waist doesn’t loosen. if anything, it lingers, fingertips pressing in like he’s mapping out the shape of you, committing it to memory.
"what are you thinking right now?" he asks rather shyly. “since i… i can’t read your mind.”
your voice is soft. it curls between you, laced with something you’re not sure you want to name.
jungkook swallows. his grip tightens—just slightly, just enough for you to feel it… seconds stretch.
then—before anything else, before you let yourself think too hard about it—you smile. you let out a small chuckle, tapping his chest with the back of your hand.
"figure it out, jungkook."
the walk back is quiet, but the air hums with something… different.
the weight of the sparring match lingers between you—his hands on your waist, your fingers on his chest, the breathless moment you shared before you pulled away. now, as you walk side by side beneath the moonlight, the space between you feels impossibly small, as if the night itself is pushing you closer.
your fingertips brush once. a fleeting touch, barely there. but it’s enough to send a pulse through the invisible string that binds you.
twice. his breath stutters.
three times.
fuck.
you hear it.
not aloud, but in the space between your thoughts, in the echo of his heartbeat. it’s his voice though. you know it is… and it’s the sheer panic in his mind and the way his body that betrays him. you giggle before you can stop yourself, and jungkook tenses beside you, as if caught in something he wasn’t ready to admit.
his jaw tightens.
his ears burn red.
you reach your doorstep too soon. your heart is still racing, tangled up in him, in the weight of his presence. and before you can stop yourself, you blurt out, "i can send a guard to take you back to yours—"
jungkook scoffs, low and amused. “i can handle myself.”
you fumble for an excuse.
“it’s just that… it’s dark.”
he glances up, a slow smirk pulling at his lips. the night sky is dark, but the stars shine almost as bright as you. it’s enough for him to know where he’s going.
“the stars are out.”
you follow his gaze. the sky is vast, endless, and speckled with constellations that stretch far beyond the palace walls. the kind of night that feels infinite.
“they are…” you exhale softly. “wow, they’re so bright here.”
jungkook tilts his head. “you do live in the highest point of the palace.”
you laugh, shaking your head.
“still. regardless of where i am, i can never spot the big dipper.”
he hums, tilting his chin toward the sky. “really? it’s over there.”
“where?” you ask, mimicking his gaze.
“made you look.”
you gasp, swatting his arm, and he grins—really grins, boyish and unguarded, like the version of him that slips through when he forgets to keep his walls up. it sends something warm curling in your chest.
you soften, stepping back toward your door.
“goodnight, jungkook.”
he lingers, just for a moment. the moonlight catches in his eyes, in the way he watches you like he wants to say something but doesn’t. instead, he exhales, the corner of his lips quirking up.
“goodnight, princess.”
you slip inside, shutting the door behind you. the guards reposition themselves and ask jungkook if he’d like to be accompanied back. he shakes his head, declining the offer. then, he puzzles the guards for a moment.
jungkook doesn’t leave immediately.
he waits, glancing up at the stars once more. and then, with a quiet flick of his fingers, the sky shifts. the darkness of the night sky almost flickers. the clouds part ever so slightly, rearranging the constellations.
the big dipper, now perfectly clear.
just for you.
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These are some of my favorites to read so in honor of the new year heres a gift from me to you ★. in no particular order!!!
Oscar Piastri
“(Not so) Invisible String” @scuderiahoney
“stick around” ^^^
“silent connections” @gguk-n
“Ah…” @goldsbitch
“soulmate- first words ask?” @vivwritesfics
Lando Norris
“soulmate- hearing voices ask?” @vivwritesfics
“hands off” @gguk-n
“hypochondria” @goldsbitch
Charles Leclerc
“The one” @gguk-n again!!!
“meant to be” @mariclerc
“past lives” @goldsbitch
Max Verstappen
“hearts attached” @butterflyexe
“in the mind of another” @pierregazly
“What? How?” @gguk-n so technically this one has no name but a poll decided it was max so…
Lewis Hamilton
“to hell with duty” @pucksandpower
“fate accelerates” @gguk-n
Basically if I didn’t include a driver you like… @gguk-n has a whole masterlist here that’s good!
#f1#formula 1#fanfiction#writing#f1 x reader#formula one#f1 imagine#soulmate#soulmate au#soulmate!au#soulmates#soulmate au f1#f1 fic#f1 fic rec#fic recs#fic recs 2025#2025
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Jason Todd/Reader FIC RECS
If it is in red then it is smut. I selected a few but if you like it check the writers blog please!
Just Friends by @makethatelevenrings “How on earth are we going to convince your family, the greatest detectives in the world, that we’re a couple?”
Dickpic!Jason x Reader (on going series) by @dxckgrxsonx He still has the habit of stashing food. Back in the manor he remembers hoarding non perishables, and remembers slipping food into his little pockets when no one was looking. He was young and still waiting for the other shoe to drop, still waiting for the moment that Bruce changed his mind, convinced that his time in that home was limited. (I've been wating for 2 years to read more of this and lemme tell you I'd wait a thousand more. When I'm old and have dementia, struggling to remember my children and grandchildren I WILL remember this fic; quote it if needed and yap about it in god-knows-which-language. Even if you don't like smut just check it for your own good! It is not like modern smut (porn w/o plot)! There is depth, there is longing, there is slowburn (it burns so good tho) THIS IS ART I TELL YOU! When future generations study literature they'll study this and wanna be us whom been so lucky to be born just in the right time to read it!! Omfg I fucking love it pls do yourselves a favor and just read it!
You're in love with me, ew by @lightwing-s "You're in love with me” you blurted out in awe “And you have a crush on me, ew!"
Let's Fuck Up The Friendship by @igotanidea What kind of fool falls for his best friend?
If You Want Me, You Have Me by @deadrobinthoughts “no.” he took a slow step forward, shaking his head, a mix of disbelief and frustration in his expression. “no, we’re not brushing past that. you think i want someone else?”
Nice And Slow by @sobbingscripter No reason." Jason hums quietly. "I just saw a bloodstain that reminded me of you, so I ended patrol a little earlier."
Blink And You'll Miss It by @reds-hoodies -you waited your whole life to meet your soulmate and damn if you’re just going to let him slip through your fingers.
Who Needs Heaven? by @mostly-imagines “...This hasn’t happened…” You frown at that, tilting your head. “What do you mean?” He breathes out heavy, “I think I’m dreaming.”
I Have A Door, Y'know by @vacate-et-scire “No, but I nearly missed swinging my lamp at your head.” You crossed your arms, glaring. “I have a door.”
Outgoing Call by @dickgraysonisnothereforthis “Yeah. Yeah, read it to me. Actually, wait. How long is it? How many lines?” There’s silence as the perp counts. “Four.” “Four?!” you shriek. “Four?! That dumb motherfucker ended a four month relationship in four lines of text?”
Late Night Talks by @jjenthusee (you can also find it on AO3) “Don’t remind me, I was delirious from blood loss.” Jason winced at the memory. “Not my best moment.”
Worried by @weneeya He left you alone in your apartment before he left for his night patrol. So why weren’t you here anymore? Where were you?
Idiot Boyfriend by @randomasfuk “You wanna leave me? Fine, I guess, but can you at least tell me why you left? What did I do? You can’t possibly think I didn’t care because I—” You paused, the words catching in your throat. “You know what? Forget it.”
Firends Who Kiss! by @ebodebo "I think...just a small kiss won't hurt. Right?"
Anything&Everything (in literal sense) by @heavysighing-dreamyeyes I'm curently blocked so I can't quote anything but you should have to check it out! They are my fav blog rn.
@ghostybat as far as I know she doesn't do fanfiction but hell do I love her blog?! They post amazing art and fun to talk to!
@hecate-hollow I just can't not mention them! They are funny also has great ideas/opinions!!
If you came this far hear me out for a sec! I go in and out of fandoms randomly so I never been an active member in any of them. Maybe you are like me and hadn't had the chance to learn that we should support by commenting and reposting. Liking posts sometimes is not enough so please reblog as much as you can when you want to support your writter!!
(If wanted to get off tags let me know!)
#batfamily#dick grayson#tim drake#robin#damian wayne#jason todd#batman#soulmates#rec list#batfam fanfiction#fanfiction#recomendation#batfam#Bruce Wayne#fic recomendation#red hood#jason todd x reader#red hood x reader#dick grayson x reader#dc comics#dcu#dc#ao3#ao3 fanfic#adding loads of tags so more people see#cant believe it took me hours to make this#worth every second#we love jason todd#jason todd deserved better#jason is an angsty shit
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tension, brothers best friend
jungkook x y/n
he wasn’t yours, he could never be and yet it stifled you to see what effect he had on you. if only you knew that your heart had already belonged to him, lodged in a tight grip.
——————
sweaty bodies and the stench of cheap alcohol littered in the air, bodies pressed into one another. why you were here, goodness knew, but your eyes were trailing over the figure quietly mixing drinks. head down low and fingers moving skilfully. you’d recognise the tension in his shoulders from a mile away, his shadow a constant reminder of the thump behind your eyes. for someone so inconspicuous, it was clear this environment welcomed him.
“i’m going to see some friends, okay?” your older brother murmured over to you, breaking you out of your trance. you looked away from the figure in the kitchen, instead peering upwards. “try to mingle, put yourself out there y/n. please.” he grinned, all too wide and all too knowing with a ruffle of your head
you weren’t a child, you wish he would understand. it was by choice that you didn’t enter these parties. you wish he understood he was only older by two years, that you too faced the height of your early twenties alongside him as opposed to beneath him.
“i’m not a dog.” you grumbled, pushing him away to which he laughed, already turning towards his group of friends which were in the direction of the boy from earlier.
he wasn’t there anymore, although your heart continued to thrum loudly in your chest. you knew who he was, of course you did. his presence had always quietly roamed your mind, your heart, your very fucking soul. jungkook, your older brother’s quiet friend. the same friend that would stare so deeply into your eyes, you were sure he had seen something you had already desperately locked away.
you found your feet walking towards the drinks, where he had once stood, fingers ghosting over the same bottles. you could never have him, this much you knew - but the warmth in your head matched that of the warmth between your thighs, all encompassing.
if only you had noticed him, watching you. sipping, silently, as your brother bellowed and whooped behind him. turn around, he wanted to whisper. look at me, he wanted to beg. dance with me, he wanted to scream.
———
it didn’t take long for jungkook to feel that horrible feeling of pure intensity that often pooled in his stomach, and lower, at the mere sight of you. it took even less time for it to be replaced by a green monster, gripping his throat and chest like a vice as he watched men approach you, in hopes of gaining your attention.
you weren’t his, that would be the correct thing to say. but he was lovesick, he had been infiltrated by the scent of your shampoo and glossy eyes since over a decade ago, and though you had shared no more than a dozen hello’s in that time, he was enamoured. his girl. his. all his.
your brother was drunk, and though jungkook adored him, he couldn’t help but feel annoyed by his presence. he knew you would never voluntarily attend a party like this, too sweaty and much too busy for anyone to really enjoy themselves. why would he convince you to come only to abandon you? that sounded like him.
he watched as the man in front of you began stepping closer to you, whilst your lips pursed. you weren’t interested, but it did little to soothe the ache in his chest. the boys next to him were getting rowdier, the alcohol doing its job in exciting them whilst jungkook stood against the wall, drink in hand.
he watched as the man reached for you, his hand gripping your hip to which you pushed against his chest, eyebrows furrowed and mouth turned downwards. jungkook’s brain stopped working for a moment, finding himself moving before he could even think, his feet taking him to you.
you noticed him immediately, taller than the boy in front and much wider. you couldn’t help the droop in your eyes, nor the exhale that left you. relief, or thrill? the mere sight of him drove you insane.
“you shouldn’t touch what doesn’t belong to you.” jungkook murmured, once the guy turned around. big eyes darkened and body tensing, a display of anger that would frighten anyone.
“o-oh..jungkook?” he stuttered. “my bad, bro, d-didn’t know she was yours.”
you both watched as he rushed away, your heart lurching violently at his response. yours. yours. yours. what did he mean? how could he say such a thing? come back, you wanted to scream, explain what you mean. give me the answer you can’t bring yourself to ask.
it wasn’t that jungkook was overtly terrifying, but the boy hardly spoke to anyone that wasn’t in his immediate circle. he was always brooding, eyes dark and face blank - it unnerved people. that enough was a deterrent, and for that, he was thankful.
you looked back at him, finally, to find him already staring.
one step. two. three. he stood in front of you, not touching, but bodies too close to be deemed anything other than inappropriate. he had never seen you so close, though he had dreamt it, wished for it. when he would close his eyes and fist his cock, it was you he would think of, mouth parted and large orbs staring.
his hands reached out, hovering over your hips where the other man had previously touched you. he knew, to place them there, to touch you, would be enough to drive him insane.
you lifted your own hands, eyes never leaving his, shaking as they hovered over his own before pushing them. placing them on your hips. you both exhaled.
“you shouldn’t be here.” he murmured.
“yes. well, i am.” you replied, hands over his whilst his grip tightened.
“maybe i should take you home.”
you tried your hardest to remember to breathe. he had only ever really said hello to you, and now you were face to face, breath mingling, bodies touching.
“why?” you pushed.
“because. more of them will come. they like pretty girls.” he found himself gritting out. you noticed a twitch in his cheek, a break in his usually blank facade.
you exhaled again, hands shaking on top of his own. “you think i’m pretty?” you whispered.
“you don’t want to know what i think, y/n.” he breathed, his eyes suddenly scrunching. he had only had a sip of alcohol, nothing more, but he felt alive.
you shook your head. “tell me.” you begged.
“i’ll take you home.”
“no.” you shook your head. “you don’t like them speaking to me?”
jungkook found himself pushing forwards. he was thankful the party was so busy, your brother and his friends completely oblivious to the quiet tension fiercely burning in the corner of the room between you both. he looked at you, lips pursing before shaking his head in a no.
“but girls speak to you.” you found yourself gritting out.
“i don’t let them. never.” he denied instantly, shaking his head. the thought insulted him. they weren’t you.
oh. oh.
“me? i’m a girl…” your voice was getting quieter and quieter, perhaps subconsciously. it made him dip his head closer.
“my girl.” he whispered back at you.
your breath hitched, eyes peering upwards and fingers shifting. they found home on the expanse of his chest, to which you could feel the thumping of his heart beneath your palms.
“but..but we can’t.” you weakly protested. you both knew it was a terrible argument. jungkook loved your brother, and despite his infatuation with you being founded within mere polite exchanges, he would choose you a million times.
“i’m taking you home.” he simply replied, hands pushing your hips closer to him. your chests touched, your hands cradled between you both.
“only…” you started, licking your lips. “only if you stay.”
he simply closed his eyes, exhaling deeply as his forehead pressed against yours. it was akin to finally allowing himself a piece of heaven that once sat within distance but too far away to reach out to. you were here. he could feel you, so intimately. you. you. you. you. you. you.
“i won’t leave.” his eyes opened, gaze burning.
you nodded up at him, moving against his own head to which he finally found his lips quirking upwards, just slightly. only for you. his girl.
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Yandere/Dark! Cheaters Recs
for the readers who loves angst, groveling, and some spice like me <3
as of December 2023
The Unsaid Vow by @laughing-with-god (patreon/tumblr) (ongoing)
Remarks: you are married to Jungkook and you have a kid together. You suspect him of cheating however and when you try to leave he gets triggered
A Bird In A Gilded Cage by JUNMAK0 (ao3) (finished)
Remarks: your soulmate, Ushijima, has trust issues due to your past life and was initially not excited to meet you. Still, you grow to be in love but trouble ensues. (just when you think ushijima is healing he swerves around to the other side)
Yandere!Cheater hcs by @hyerinrose
brief sypnosis: a fun oc by hyeinrose
Hoax by @moonlitinks (tumblr) (ongoing)
Remarks: you're in an arranged marriage with ari levinson who has some prejudice about you and is repulsed by you (this one gets pretty dark in the beginning but lightens up as it progresses)
When you found out they cheated on you (hyung line) and (maknae line) by @wildestdreamsblog
Remarks: title is pretty self explanatory
When you tried to move on from them (hyung line) and (maknae line) by @wildestdreamsblog
brief sypnosis: a continuation of "when you found out they cheated on you" (groveling ensues 😈)
Yandere!Hero x Reincarnated!Reader by @bunny-yan
Remarks: the hero and reader are childhood lovers but it's not a cute story wherein they get to be together after the hero's job. The angst reoccurs in lifetimes (the concept of this one is pretty unique so i rlly recommend giving it a read :>)
Where did you go?, pt 2 by @ishouldbeinh0rnyjail
Remarks: gojo satoru got caught cheating by you and went insane trying to get you back (this one was delicious)
Fuckboy! Maknae line trying to convince you to stay by @yandere-society
Remarks: fun drabble! these men are toxic and assholes but it's kinda hot and they say they love you so... 😝
Man In The Mirror, pt 2 by Momo-chan (Quotev)
Remarks: another very unique concept! It's about you being in a loveless arranged marriage but you meet another you in a mirror that leads to a parallel universe
Superbia by alissabex (wattpad) (oneshot)
Remarks: good lord this one is memorable! Every now and then i come back to that oneshot. It's pretty long too so pretty satisfying!
Til Death Do Us Part by ASumOfWords (ao3) (oneshot)
Remarks: THIS ONE HITS EVERY FUCKING SPOT IM NOT KIDDING!!! I was in a particularly darker mood for this one sooooo yeah. Dark!Aemond hides his grief of losing his wife (aka you leaving his ass) underneath his anger. Lowkey wish there'd be more of his feelings in the piece but the author does pretty well with leaving it to the imagination
#yandere cheaters#yandere#soulmate au#angst#hurt/comfort#yandere fics#dark fics#dark#dark fic#ari levinson#jungkook#ot7#bts#haikyuu#x reader#reader insert#fic recs#dark fic recs
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Twelve Grapes
Ladies, gentlemen and everyone in between, above and beyond. Entering a new era - lestappen. I guess it hits everyone at some point.
I wish you all a happy 2025, may it be filled with exciting races and storylines. I invite you to read a short prologue for my upcoming series.


There was something different in the air that one night. The few last moments of the year were charged, expectant, like the universe was holding its breath. Must have been fate herself, pulling few extra strings and pulling, nudging the right people into place. A random group of girls—strangers, just hours ago—now sat crumpled together under a crooked wooden table, barely knowing each other’s names. The smile plastered on Pascale's young face was contagious.
The wine, that had flown freely the whole evening, now long forgotten, got replaced by the original form of the fruit- a massive bowl of grapes sitting in between them, passed from hand to hand. The new year was about to enter and somewhere around Europe, under a random old wooden structure, that looked like it was about to fall down under the weight of all that laid on in, wishes were about to be made.
The girls hardly remembered each other's name - one got dragged to the party by her friend (insisting that she ought to stop wallowing about that one guy who had his hair a little too long for this decade anyway), the blonde one got ditched by her older sister and followed this group after meeting them in the bar. Another one was visiting the town with her parent and the next one was on a student exchange program. All of them were pretty sure they'd never see each other again. But this is what brings the true charm of girl power. Leaving behind the older guests and annoying guys, they followed the Spanish girl, who had introduced the tradition—twelve grapes, one for each of the last seconds of the year, each carrying a wish. Fueled by one shared wish - to find the one. May the new year be the one they fall in love, madly, happily this time. Stop dwelling on the past and let new stories begin. There were giggles, hopes, dreams, and knees bumping into each other. Anticipation. Unburdened, reckless hope. Maybe this year would finally the one for the one.
"Ok, ok - everyone ready? Grab a few grapes so that we don't all kill each other. And get the wishes ready!"
"Who's watching the time? I didn't bring a watch!"
"I have it! Nearly thirty seconds in!"
They had to practically yell over the music, over the laughter and shouts of the people not curled up under a table. The Spanish girl took control of the chaos. "Girls, girls. Focus! We gotta get ready. So we all agree - we'll go and make a wish for all of us to meet the perfect guy next year?"
"Who's gonna start?"
"Guys, I am not ready!"
"Ok, fine, I'll go first - tell me when!"
"Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen-go!"
"My dream guy will be passionate!" he Spanish girl declared, shoving the first grape in.
One down, eleven to go.
The girl on her left followed quickly. "He will be brave. Not afraid to tell me he loves me!"
Two in, ten to go.
"Successful, a winner!"
The shy one swallowed thickly, forcing out her words. "Uh—he'll have beautiful eyes!" A wave of muffled awws passed through the group as they tried to keep from choking on the ongoing flood of juice and peels.
"Go on, go on, we're behind on time!" someone yelled.
"Yes, uh, he will get me like no one else!"
"Um - I don't know - eh, he'll hate the cold!" followed another.
"What? Why?"
"I really don't wanna live in a freezing country forever..."
"Weirdly specific."
"Guys, we gotta move! No sidetracks!"
"I want someone curious!"
"Sense of justice-"
"-A bit of a bad boy!"
"How many was that?"
The cheers outside broke through—the year had turned.
The blonde one nearly choked on her grapes and laughter. "Eight, we need four more!"
"Fine, uh, make him cute and sometimes shy!"
At that point, they were just chugging grapes in, barely keeping score of how many they'd actually taken from the big bowl, which was emptying quickly.
"Obsessed with me!"
"Ten, two more!"
"Nice eyes-"
"We said that already!"
"Yes, uh, he'll be sensitive!"
"One more, one more! Grab a last grape and we'll do it together! What will his favorite color be?"
"Red!-"
"Blue!-"
Two of the voices overlapped, making the rest laugh, if they hadn't been already.
The Spanish one grinned. "Nice, that's all! Everyone take one for red and blue!" With that, the last grapes were chewed. Tradition sealed.
Fate does work in funny ways. Wishes often come true, but rarely in the form you imagine. All of the things they longed for got granted. But perhaps not immediately.
Because some wishes don’t just span a year. Some skip a generation.
The last girls to crawl back from under the table would meet again one day, many times in fact. However, they'd never realize it. Charles Leclerc's mother would never know she had just clinked the glass of none other than the future mother of Max Verstappen.
chapter 1
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This is ridiculous.
Eddie has important stuff To Do. He's a busy rockstar with a never ending list of stuff his manager and agent keep reminding him that he needs to get done while he's not on tour.
But. His house is being remodeled. And one of the carpenters or handymen or journey...men? journey people? whatever. One of the dudes in a tool belt. Well - he's hot as all hell and Eddie can't seem to find a single fuck to mark off that To Do list.
Every day this man shows up in jeans that hug his ass, a tool belt slung low to one side and this pristine white polo shirt with a logo over his left pec. The other people - people not men because there are actually three women in the mix, all with arms that could crush Eddie, and if he was into chicks, he'd be looking respectfully - are all in various dark colored shirts with a similar logo on the back or in the same spot on the chest.
But White Polo is the only white polo. White Polo must be in charge. He does seem to give a lot of orders. He's got big sexy hair and a strong voice. The first time Eddie was close enough to hear him talk, he had some feelings about that strong voice giving orders. The kind of feelings he explored later that night in his own bed. Alone.
It's not a mean voice though, not aggressive. Rather, it's the kind of voice that steadies you in a storm, that you can rely on. The kind of voice that probably sounds gravelly and sleep mussed on a Saturday morning. The kind you want to wake up to. The voice that Eddie wants to wake up to.
And it's not just the voice and the looks. It's the competency, too. Earlier this morning, White Polo was helping the crew put some kind of wood frame up. He hammered something in and then twirled the hammer and stuffed it in the tool belt all without looking. That was going directly to Eddie's spank bank. Maybe he could find other things for them to remodel so White Polo never has to leave.
"Mr. Munson?"
Eddie startles, almost dropping his Garfield coffee mug. There's a lot of noise in the house and he was sort of doing one of the things on his list. Writing a song in his head. It was definitely not about a man in a tool belt. Nor was it about anyone getting nailed.
Jesus Christ.
Clearing his throat, Eddie turns to White Polo, "It's just Eddie."
"Well, Just Eddie, I'm Steve." His voice is soft, strong though, with that little bit of gravel. It's not Eddie's fault at all that he's imagining him whispering in Eddie's ear when they're both sleep warm and too comfortable to get out of bed. "Looks like we'll be done here in another two days."
"Oh." He says dejectedly, not meaning to have such an honest reaction but he can't help himself. He's wasted three days just glancing at White Polo - Steve - from afar. Now Eddie's on a time limit. Two days isn't nearly enough time. Would it be inappropriate to invite him to dinner? Or to stay? Ask him for --"Coffee?"
Steve smiles and it's kind of small, like it's a secret smile, just for Eddie. Brushing his hair back over his ear, Steve says, "I shouldn't but...your coffee smells kinda great so...sure."
Grinning, Eddie tells him that he gets the beans from this little mom and pop shop that brews their own beans. The band discovered them on tour years ago and he still gets his beans shipped from them every few months. He's babbling but he can't seem to stop himself, telling Steve about different roasts and his fancy machine that cost more than his first van back when he was sixteen and living in a trailer park.
Leaning against the counter, Steve listens patiently, watching Eddie with hazel eyes and that little smile. He's got these cute moles that Eddie wants to kiss. Broad shoulders he wants to feel pressed up against the backs of his knees.
Shit. He almost spills the coffee when his face suddenly heats up at that.
"Everything okay?" There's concern in Steve's voice and he reaches out to steady Eddie's arm. His callused fingers brush Eddie's arm just over his bat tattoo and...oh.
It's like nothing he's ever imagined. So much more than all the stories. It's the biggest, brightest, most intense thing Eddie's ever felt. Just a brush of fingertips and the spots light up with gold. Three brushes across the bats' wings and a fourth smaller one off to the side. Eddie can feel the tingling on the underside of his forearm where Steve's thumb must have brushed as well.
Surging forward, Eddie cups Steve's cheek, leaving a bright gold palm print on his jaw, a thumb smear up by the cheek bone, bits of gold in the shapes of fingers curling along the side of his throat, and one little dab on the lobe of Steve's ear. Their lips are pressed together before Steve's fully reacted to the soul bond but that's okay. They don't have two days, they've got forever.
A few years later, when Corroded Coffin wins album of the year at the Grammys, Gareth takes the mic away from Eddie as he's doing all the polite thank yous to managers and agents etc - and he thanks Steve, telling the world, "If Steve had never been a hot guy in a tool belt, Eddie would never have written Golden Bats, Hammer of Love or, Eddie's favorite," Gareth says, grinning and leaning really close to the mic like it's a secret, 'cause it kind of is, "Ride the White Polo."
My Masterlist
While there are other gold touch soulmate mark fics, I've only ever read them in @kangofu-cb's Gold on Your Fingertips in the Winterhawk fandom and it will always be both one of my favorite soulmate fics and one of my favorite Clint Barton fics.
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SOULMATES AU ! HAYFFIE FICs
The sinews of thy heart by EllanaSan
Huckleberry Lemonade by Norsevvy (wip)
Dying is easy, young man, living is harder by tamerofdarkstars
Bleeding colors by EllanaSan
Written all over our faces by glassessay
Two halves of a whole by allonsysilvertongue
All the scars you cannot see by EllanaSan
All I ask is by ad_lunam
handwritten on your skin by RoseFyre
I Cried to dream again by EllanSan
Rose-Tinted Glasses by tamerofdarkstars
Living on Borrowed Time by allonsysilvertongue
Bruised Skin by EllanaSan
Better Alone? by GaleWrites
#hayffie#effie trinket#haymitch abernathy#the hunger games#sunrise on the reaping#katniss everdeen#hayffie fics rec#thg fanfiction#haymitch x effie#catching fire#mockingjay#masterlist#hayffie fan fiction#soulmates!fic
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you are in love | t.n
pairing: theodore nott x implied slytherin? best friend reader
the one where Y/N is convinced theo doesn’t have feelings for her, especially near valentine’s day
btw I did mention a bit of young sirius black in there oops time lapse idc- also! why are summaries so hard to write?
you are in love - taylor swift
One look, dark room, meant just for you
You’re sitting in the library with Theo, Pansy, and Draco studying for your upcoming Potions exam. Theo only invited you but Pansy overheard and then invited her boyfriend.
You’re sitting next to Theo, still wearing your short skirt uniform. His left hand is on your thigh, his pinky barely going underneath your skirt as he slightly moves his hand back and forth. You don’t even notice it because it’s become so routine. Especially with the weather, winter is approaching and you made the mistake of forgetting your coat. Theos’ hand was warming you up in the cold library.
You feel someone kick you and you look up to see the culprit, Pansy. She nods her eyebrows and points her eyes to where Theos’ hand is. You check the corner of your eye to make sure Theo isn’t looking. Once you determine he isn’t, you simply give Pansy a shrug. She scoffs and lifts her head to speak to the group, “Don’t you guys think it’s getting late?” She’s smiling but you can see what she’s doing. She wants to question the heck out of you as soon as possible, yet again.
Theo turns to you, waiting for your answer, as if his answer will be anything you decide. You have to admit, you are tired. “Yea, let’s head back.” Immediately Theo begins packing both of your things. You barely had time to process what he was doing before he was finished.
He grabs his and your bags when he says, “Let’s go.” You both stood up at the same time but he grabs you by the waist to stop you from walking away. “You can’t go out like that. It’s about to start raining and you’re wearing a skirt.” He grabs his coat from where he had placed it neatly behind him. As he’s wrapping his coat around you, he takes a few steps closer to you, enough to where you can feel his breath. He begins buttoning the coat and your eyes turn to look at his hands. You can tell he’s looking at your eyes but you’re afraid to look up.
“Geez get a room guys! Hurry up or we’re gonna leave you behind.” Dracos’ voice makes you take a step back and grab your bag off his shoulder. You speed walk towards Pansy and Theo hears something of an apology. He was left with his heart beating out of his chest all because the girl of his dreams was right in front of him and his Draco ruined it.
-
Theo is lying on you with his arms wrapped around your torso, his head below your neck. You’re playing with his hair as you listen to Blaise and Mattheo debate over you don’t know what.
You unintentionally make eye contact with Pansy. She raises her eyebrows and gives you a smirk. She’s the only one who knows about your feelings and constantly finds chances to subtly tease you. She always says he likes you too. However, you don’t see it. Theo and you are just friends, he will never have feelings for you.
You see that she’s in the exact same position as you are. Except nobody questions her because she and Draco are in a relationship. Your hand freezes on Theos’ hair and he looks up at you, “Are you okay?” His eyes piercing into yours.
You give him your most convincing smile, “Yea, I’m just tired.” You look away so he can’t see you’re lying to him.
He hugs you tighter for a second then says, “Okay let’s go to bed then.” He pulls away, getting off of you in the most gentlemanly manner. Once he’s off the couch he uses his left hand to hold yours and wraps his right hand around your waist as if you needed that extra support. “Guys we’re gonna go upstairs.” Theo announces their departure to the group.
Blaise gasps over-dramatically, “We’re going upstairs? Thank Merlin I’m tired!” He starts to fan himself, provoking Theo.
Theo narrows his eyes at the boy and shoves Blaise back down into his seat as the pair walk by hand in hand. “Not everyone ‘we’, ‘we’ as in Y/N and I. Goodnight.” He says without looking back, pulling you away from them.
Goodnight. He said goodnight. Implying you’ll be sleeping together, right? You’re pretty sure your face is a complete tomato. You turn around with a big smile, “Goodnight everybody, have a safe sleep!” Your voice echoes as you walk up the steps to Theos’ individual dorm.
What you didn’t get to hear is the conversation that continued in the common room.
“Safe? Who says have a safe sleep?”
“Not important Blaise.” Pansy rolls her eyes, “Did you guys see them? They are so annoying with the ‘They don’t like me back’ back and forth. We need to do something.”
They spend quite a bit of time coming up with a plan that would get one of you to confess your feelings to the other. They have too many to choose from, possibly too many that go too far. That would be Draco’s and Mattheo’s fault.
Upstairs in Theos’ dorm is a different story. He had lent you some of his shorts that he grew out of and a loose shirt, that was way oversized on you. You were lying in his bed waiting for him to exit the restroom. You two were just going to sleep, you knew that, but you couldn’t help all the scenarios that crossed through your mind.
You unconsciously played with the necklace Theo had gifted you for absolutely no reason at all. It was his initial with a note card reading, ‘Not because I own you, but because I know you.’ And you haven’t taken it off since.
You slightly open your eyes and you can tell it must be the middle of the night. You’re laying on Theos’ chest and look up to see him staring at you with a strange look on his face. He pauses, then says, “You're my best friend.” and you knew what it was, he is in love. At least you hope?
-
Valentine’s Day was coming up and so was the number of boys that were asking you to Hogsmeade. You were surprised that anybody at all was asking you out. Typically you just go with your friends to get a ButterBeer and walk around. For the past few years you’ve hoped Theo would ask you but he never has.
Due to the amount of second and third years asking you out, you assumed it was a prank. But then, Sirius Black asked you out and you found yourself saying yes to him with no hesitation. One conversation with him and your question of how does he get so many girls, is gone.
You’re doing homework in your dorm wearing your comfortable afterschool outfit. Someone knocks on your door, you get up from your bed and see that it’s Theo holding a small black present bag beautifully designed. Your mouth turns into that huge smile it does when you see him as you open the door. Immediately you wrap your arms around him to hug him, “Hi! Did we have plans?”
You let go once you realize he wasn’t hugging you back. In fact, he looked pissed. “Sirius Black? Do you know how many girls he’s been with? How many girls he’s made cry?” Okay so he found out.
You throw your head back in nervous laughter, “Theo, do you know how many girls you’ve been with?” You walk back into your room, Theo following you and closing the door behind him.
“Him and I are not the same person.” His eyes are piercing into yours. He’s two steps away from you and it feels like his skin is on yours. “I was going to ask you to Hogsmeade. I was going to ask you- you just needed to give me time. This is for you, for the day I was going to ask you.”
He’s holding out the small black present bag to you. It has a neatly set bow on the top, confirming that Pansy helped him with this gift. You open the bag and take out something inside, you see you two are dancing in a snow globe round’ and round’. Theo charmed the snowglobe so your figures would not only dance but play in the snow together, sit under a tree, swing on the swing set.
You gasp, it’s the most beautiful gift you’ve ever received. “Thank you thank you thank you!” You put the snowglobe down on your nightstand and give him the biggest hug, squeezing him as hard as you can. “I love it! I also got you a present…sort of.” You open your nightstand drawer and picking up the wrapped gift and handing it to Theo.
He chuckles, “Isn’t this just meant to be.” He whispers the last part mostly to himself but you softly smile having heard it. He rips the wrapping and sees it’s a gold frame with a photo of the two of you, he’s behind you with his chin on your head and his arms wrapped around your waist. Your hands are placed above his, securing they don’t leave. You both have a goofy smiles on your face.
“It’s for your nightstand, I don’t know I just thought it’d be cut-”
He interrupts you, “I love it. I absolutely love it.” He drags out his last word and now the silence is so loud. He has put down the gift and started staring at your necklace, the one he gave you for no reason at all.
The light reflects the chain on your neck. He sighs, taking a final step towards you, almost closing the space. He says, "Look up," and your shoulders brush. No proof, one touch. But you felt enough. He gently touches the necklace then smiles almost to himself. He meets your eyes, “I like you so so much Y/N. I have for years now and I can’t keep trying to forget you. I was going to ask you I promise. You just had to give me a little more time. I’ve spent my whole life trying to put this into words. It’s love, true love.”
He grabs your face and quickly presses his lips against yours, you waste no time kissing him back. This is finally happening, you never thought this would happen. You never thought you would be in this situation.
You’re the first to pull away and your foreheads are leaning on each other while you’re both breathing heavily. You give him a quick peck on the lips then a teasing smile when he pouts as you pull away. “I like you so so much too Theo.” He looks up in shock, quickly sitting on your bed and pulling you to straddle his waist.
He puts his hands dangerously low and attempts to pull you closer to him, you can tell it works when you see him take a deep breath and hard gulp. His eyes roam your body as he smirks, your face now in his hands, he says, “So you’re saying it’s love? True love?”
You throw your head back in laughter, “Yes, yes I’m saying it’s love. It’s true lov-.” With your final answer Theo interrupts you by feverishly placing his lips on yours. You don’t mind the interruption at all though.
okay I’m feeling a bit 7/10? I finally did 1989! hopefully next will be ttpd 🤞🏼
requests are open 🫶🏼
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BAD HABIT // JJK



00 | prologue // series m.list
the divinity
there are rules to the universe. constants, like the way the moon pulls the tide, or how the seasons fold into one another without fail.
and then there are soulmates.
for the divinity—the chosen ones, the ones born with a glow beneath their skin—soulmates are less of a possibility and more of a promise.
it’s not just love.
no, that would be too easy.
it’s balance, power, inevitability.
it’s their very being. if they are stars, this is the dust of their very exitance—the very essence of it. only those in the divinity can have soulmates. only the chosen ones can feel it, but the rest of the world can see it.
when soulmates meet, the universe reacts.
auras intertwine, colors bleeding into one another, something cosmic and unbreakable settling between them.
they glow.
when soulmates glow, the invisible string ties them together. being a part for an extensive amount of time leads to sickness. simple symptoms include nausea, headaches, chest pains, and general weakness—sometimes it means life or death.
you
you were always meant to return.
it’s all you ever dreamed of—the palace, the academy, the weight of your name finally meaning something again. you spent years in the outside world, away from the divinity, away from your glow, and now—finally—you’re home.
and you’re ready.
ready to learn, to grow, to embrace your power.
ready to meet the person the universe has chosen for you.
your soulmate.
what you don’t expect is him.
jungkook
jungkook has always known who he is.
he’s a prodigy, a leader, a force to be reckoned with. his aura—golden, commanding—demands attention, his power bending the world around him with effortless precision.
he is not used to things happening to him.
he is not used to surprises.
and yet—
there you are. standing in the great hall, your aura humming in time with his, bright and unshakable.
his soulmate.
his future.
jungkook stares at you, jaw tight, eyes unreadable.
you glow.
context
words
divinity: the chosen ones with auras auras: power / their souls (depends on the context) invisible string: soulmate analogy glow: the glow only happens when soulmates initially meet and only happens when they're in pain or healing the outside: literally the rest of the world that isn't their palace. it's filled with regular people and these people depend on the divinity to keep the balance of the world going (good and bad, life and death, etc)
you
status; born into the 'royal' family that built the palace, that houses the academy. rumoured and referred to 'the long lost princess' as no one in the divinity has ever met you
aura; resistance and immune to everyone else’s powers. you're the one thing in this world that doesn’t bow to the divinity (to be dramatic, you are the divinity)
princessa; grew up outside the palace, living freely. this was because your parents wanted you to see life outside the palace and understand what you'll be responsible for
fate and responsibility; the upcoming leader of the divinity
jungkook
status; one of (if not) the highest of the divinity. he is the one in 7 generations to have this power. it makes him feared and at the same time; so precious
aura; mind control (speciality) but maniplates anything and anyone. from people's mind, feelings, and blood to elements of water, earth, fire, and air. he's basically avatar but emo because...
lifeline; jungkook's aura is rare and often short-lived. the more he uses his aura, his life line shortens. except, no one knows the length of his life line. it's a guessing game for everyone thus why everyone protects him
inspo
this fic has been in my drafts since paraluman and has been posted before (just the series m.list) after literal years of contemplating and multiple crying sessions over wicked (2024) ,, i have reconstructed this fic into something i'm so excited to share with you .
this fic is a mix of wicked vibes, (the anime) gukuen alice, and literally the basic concepts of soulmates (invisible string theory, symptoms when separated from soulmate, etc) and of course !!! mullet jungkook .
to be honest, i'm kinda nervy lol. this is my first time writing a fantasy au and hope to bring all i have planned for this fic into life through the best fitting words and imagery (as you can tell,, i am very nervy as i am yapping thru this) nevertheless, i'm excited to challenge my writing and to mold it into something 10x more dramatic and romantic . i hope i paint the picture just right cos bad habit jk has been living in my mind for wayyy too long . to me, he is the perfect mix of tsundere and gut wrenching simp lol ...
the series will begin feburary 14, 2025 .
all the love,
kimi ♡
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placebo (m) | pjm (3)
pairing: jimin x reader (ft. jungkook & namjoon)
premise: you're assigned a soulmate backed by the science of compatibility that hopes to promote healthier, long-lasting, loving relationships. you find yours: park jimin is the exact opposite of you. a member of a notorious resistance gang, he doesn't believe in science, love, or the state.
summary: you find out that jimin isn't your true soulmate. he was a placebo - a series of control trials to see if simply thinking someone is your soulmate would be enough to make you fall in love. the issue is, you did. you did fall in love. hard.
genre: 18+ romance, smut, angst, soulmate!au, dystopian, love triangle, romeo-juliet, opposites attract, hurt-comfort
characters: student!reader, vigilante!jimin, student!jungkook, scientist!namjoon
warnings: 18+, contains smut, angsty smut, rough penetrative sex, creampie, cock warming, breast play, a lot of kissing. like a lot. emotional sex, oral sex (m), fingering, praise kink, jimin is a pro at snapping that bra off, a lot of stimulation, a lot of foreplay, aftercare, they're in love okay it's cheesy, feelings of fear, hurt, government conspiracy, medical procedure, memory loss, cursing
taglist: @tornparts @loona15 @effielumiere @agustdream8 @jnghs @dragons-flare @xiusmarshmallow @ratherbefangirling @infires-imagines @aretha170 @dvalitaes @kookiejeonie @ddaeng-angmoh @idk123906 @cuteipat @uarmyhore @natalie-rdr @yawnkive @sukunabitch @withluvjm @thesmeraldogirl @theceraunophilegirl
wc: 7k | series masterlist | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
Jimin—
“We’re not actually soulmates.”
Disappointment couldn’t even begin to explain what Jimin was feeling as he saw your eyes shatter in front of him. His heart was already beating wildly with a sense of pounding worry—all from your tears. He wasn’t the kind of guy who expressed himself. He was a pawn. A soldier, of sorts. He took action.
Right now, he was paralyzed. Every drop of blood drained from him in one rush of cold. He was left with nothing. Not even your touch held enough comfort to warm the life back into him. His breath even, mocking him with a charade of calmness.
You continued to explain. He heard you—he swore he did, but everything seemed to numb him from comprehending.
“It was a placebo, where the chip signals but we aren’t actually compatible. So the basis for everything we felt—or everything we think we feel, was a lie. Jungkook found out and,”
Jimin blinked. Looking at you. You were still there. You were still real. Your eyes swollen with tears. Hearing your words hurt, but seeing you like this hurt even more. He needed to be strong for you—you were falling apart in front of him, and he was too stubborn to let you.
He wasn’t going to let you go.
Because he didn’t care. He didn’t care—in fact, a rush seemed to pulse into him, beckoning him onwards—the fact that you might have been some government-implanted craving he had was the only reason he was trying to stay away from you initially. You fought for him. And fuck, he loved you. It was too soon to say it. Hell—probably too soon to feel it but he didn’t have a doubt in his mind.
Last night, as he fell asleep in your arms, all he could wish for was to have that every day for the rest of his life. He had never felt so strongly bound to another person. Never felt so seen, so cherished.
This wasn’t about some microchip in your necks. To him, it never had been. You cared for him when he was hurt. You were a fucking nerd, obsessed with your geeky job in a way that enamored him. You worked so hard, were so fiercely determined and dedicated to your cause. You were messy, clumsy, a stickler for rules where Jimin liked to bend them, break them, or ignore them altogether.
He loved the person you were, unfiltered—he loved the person you wanted to become, and most of all he loved the way you loved him. Your heart on your sleeve. Calling out his bullshit. And always being exactly what he needed even if he didn’t know it himself.
And he knew all of this. So why did he feel so fucking terrified?
Jimin swallowed deeply. His hand leaving your face as you searched him for a reaction through glassy eyes.
“Tell me what this means to you, doctor” His words were hushed. His fingers gliding over your wrists before circling them into his hold. His lips hovered over yours, foreheads resting against one another.
Jimin wasn’t an idiot. He knew exactly what it meant to you. But he needed to hear you say it. He knew how hard you had fought for him. He had tried so hard to push you away, but you persisted because you believed in the Soulmate Initiative so strongly. That had been the catalyst. For you—it had been the condition of your love.
“Jimin” You exhaled. The regret in your voice carved into his heart.
“You know that never mattered to me” His grip on your wrists tightened, as if his touch would make you understand. It was all he could do to not scream—not begin to pathetically beg you not to care. Not to change anything—not to leave him.
He could see you scrambling for words. “There’s still a chance—” You attempted to reason. Because that’s who you were. Hard facts and logic. Your voice choked—Jimin couldn’t look at you a second longer. It was too fucking painful. Too painful to sit there and watch as you gave up on him.
He needed to leave. Get far away from you and think. Because right now he felt so helpless, so powerless—he didn’t trust himself not to say something he’d ultimately regret.
His eyes were red, wet with anger. A façade to cover the shattering in his chest.
“I have to get to class, doctor” His voice was serene. His gaze, tumultuous.
“Jimin please,” You tried to pull him back as he stood up. He yanked his hand away from you, rougher than he meant to, but enough for you to get the hint. “I’m so sorry”
He took a few steps towards the door. Turning back, he looked at you one last time. Your tear-stained cheeks. Your quivering lips.
“I’m not sorry” He swallowed thickly. Pulling on his leather jacket and grabbing his helmet, he tucked in under his arm. “I will never be sorry for falling for you, doctor”
“There might—” Jimin held up his palm.
“I’ll come back” His eyes softened as if to ease your anxiety, “We can talk about this later”
He was out of the door in seconds, unable to look you in the eye again. The fresh, cold air hit him like salvation from the tension. He gasped, breathing the sharp air in as his tears unleashed.
Sinking to the floor, he buried his head between his knees. His fingers gripping his hair in frustration as he sobbed quietly. He jerked his head back, hitting the door as he punched the ground next to him. Cursing loudly as he crumbled.
You—
Jimin would be back any second. You’d never felt quite so nervous. So anxious—not even when you opened your decision letter for your PhD program—not ever. He’d be back. Be home. And you two would have to face the impending doom you’d introduced to him.
More than anything, you felt guilty. Guilty that you were responsible for what he was going through right now. After trying so hard to convince him that he even deserved love, let alone from you—to gain his trust and then put him into this grey space of uncertainty. It wasn’t lost on you how unfair it was.
The mere thought of living your life like you had before Jimin—was pointless. He had awoken something within you. As frustrating as he was, as much of a tease and a flirt—he made every day feel like an adventure. He brought you to life in a way nothing else quite did.
But if your real soulmate was out there, you couldn’t help but wonder. Was it all fake attraction? Was what you could find with someone you were truly compatible with even better than this? More magical? More right?
You had to know.
And you knew Jimin wouldn’t see it that way. But even if you chose to ignore it—to let it go, it would drive a wedge between the two of you inevitably. Jimin’s flaws seemed to glare at you in a way that they hadn’t before. Everything impossible about your relationship seemed to weigh on you because you didn’t have the blind faith in the system anymore. You didn’t have the promise that this is how it was supposed to be.
The ring of your doorbell sent your heart into somersaults. You buzzed him, nervously tugging at your sleeves. You wanted to look pretty for him—unsure if that was cruel of you, but you couldn’t help but think that these were a collection of your final moments together.
He walked inside. Tired eyes, raven hair wispy from the wind. The cold tinting his cheek and nose. His black motorcycle jacket hugged his figure. The familiar scent of cigarettes and gasoline which you had come to associate with comfort. A scent that once made you nauseous.
Slugging his backpack off, he set it aside. Neatly, he unlaced his boots before stepping inside. He regarded you with a soft smile. His deep brown eyes were simultaneously relieved and broken.
“Hey you”
You approached him slowly, immediately wrapping your arms around his torso. You inhaled him. His unadulterated bliss. He was cold, but so warm. And when his arms wrapped around you, cradling your head to the crook of his neck, leaning into you—you wanted to simply melt.
You looked up. His pretty eyes—the way he looked at you—God. His touch flushed you over with heat as his palm reached your cheek, thumb caressing over your jaw, teasing your bottom lip.
You didn’t know what to say to him. It seemed, you didn’t need to say anything. Jimin sighed into you, his lips relaxing against yours. So soft. So tender. Incredibly sweet.
And you wouldn’t stop him. Maybe it was avoidance. The impending melancholy of the night you were about to have. The inevitable heartache. You deepened the kiss, pulling Jimin closer to you desperately.
He grinned against your lips as you did. Hands falling to your hips before cupping the backs of your thighs. He lifted you up, still kissing you with the same delicateness. Taking you to the couch where he sat you both down.
Falling to his back, you crawled on top of him. Lips not parting. Breaths getting heavier.
Because when you kissed, nothing else mattered. Nothing else even existed. There was only him. Him and the storm of pleasure brewing in your chest. The heat coursing through your veins. The dizziness spinning in your head.
His fingers curled over your hip as he flipped you down. Hovering over you now, he admired you. Eyes memorizing your every crevice. His chain fell from his neck, the cool metal making you shiver as it glided across your hot skin.
He peeled off his jacket, leaving only his tight white t-shirt, before returning to you. Body caging yours in. Forearms resting on either side of your face as his fingers traced your cheeks.
“I don’t tell you enough” He murmured. You raised your eyebrows, curious. “You’re so fucking beautiful, doctor. So pretty,” His eyes were half-lidded, kissing you chastely, “Sexy..gorgeous..mine” He smacked against your lips between each word—sending a rush of praise to your head.
And you loved it. You loved his words like they were feathers tickling against you. His voice was silk and you wanted to dance in it for eternity.
The pressure of his body felt incredible against yours, his heat like a blanket. You’d never felt so safe—so cherished in his hold.
“Where the hell did you even come from, doctor?” He hummed playfully against your lips, “How the hell find me? You’re a fever. You’re my disease and my cure”
You tugged at his chain, urging him to kiss you harder. To glue his lips to yours.
He groaned, hips rolling flush against yours as his mouth worked you into serenity. You could feel how badly he needed you, but he was taking his time. On the other hand, you were frantic. Your fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt. Tugging it up his torso as he chuckled. You could feel his scalding skin on your fingertips. Exploring the expanse of him. The contours of his body, the soft skin.
His teeth tugged at your lip, nipping at you playfully as you scratched your nails against his chest. He finally allowed you to pull this shirt over his head, giving you a moment to admire him, chain contrasting against his golden skin before you tugged off your own top.
You were left in sheer light green bra. Delicate. Something you had bought as a joke a long time ago, wondering if it would actually make you feel more confident. Jimin’s pupils darkened.
“Let me” He exhaled shakily. You turned over, on your knees as Jimin held you up—one hand on your neck pulling you back to him. His fingers gripped your jaw as he kissed your cheek, smirking against you as his other hand expertly snapped your bra off. So fast that it sent shivers down your spine. He replaced where the latch once was pressing into your back with his own lips, kissing up your spine until melting at your nape.
You arched your back as the bra slid down your arms, onto the floor. Jimin’s coarse fingers immediately covering your breasts. Pinching your nipple between his fingers sensually. Trailing butterfly kisses up your neck. You twitched under his touch. Small, needy gasps leaving your parted lips.
He hummed with pleasure, tasting you across your jaw, chest pressed against your back.
“So good to me,” He kissed your cheek. The blisters on his fingers against the soft skin of your breasts making his touch so incredibly erotic, it had you weeping in your core. His touches so subtle, and yet you were reacting to him so desperately. Craving him, overwhelmed by how fucking good it felt when he touched you.
“Please” You weren’t even sure what you were asking for. He chuckled softly, teeth grazing against your ear. “Jimin p-please”
“I love that. I love it when you ask me so nicely like that” He pushed you down on all fours. You let out a surprised gasp at his sudden roughness, but your cunt tightened. He pulled off your jeans, and then his own. Leaving your panties on he grabbed a handful of your ass and squeezed it.
“So fucking perfect,” His large hands moved all over the flesh of your thighs. He let two fingers tease along your damp slit. “What’s this huh? Wet for me already baby?”
His fingers pushed the cloth aside, finding your tender clit. You bit back a moan as he began to trace small, slow circles. He leaned down on you, the feeling of skin on skin riling you up even further. His lips caressed the back of your shoulders with hums of approval as his fingers continued to coax you. His other hand holding your hip steady. Pinching your ass tenderly.
“Jimin” You gasped breathlessly, fingers gripping the couch tight. His fingers continued to push you further and further towards nirvana. He pulled you up suddenly, fingers still on your clit—but he needed to see you. Needed to look into your eyes as you came. Hand wrapped around your neck, enough to feel his control but not enough to choke you.
“You gonna cum for me doctor?” Jimin teased, forcing your jaw towards him. A grin on his lips mirrored the mischievous glint in his eyes. You nodded pathetically.
“Yeah?” His tone raised, taunting you further as he smashed his lips back on yours. Tongue pushing through your lips as his fingers circled your clit faster. Your moans were swallowed by him—body going limp as waves of pleasure crashed down on you. Your body bucking forward, taking Jimin down with you. Twitching all over as your cunt leaked onto his hand. His rough, desperate kisses muffling your screams.
“That’s it baby, so good for me” His fingers led you through the aftershocks before dipping into your sensitive cunt. “So good and wet all for me, right?”
He pulled himself off of you, and you turned, on your knees—reaching for his cock.
“I want to suck your cock”
Jimin blinked at you incredulously.
But you were determined. You began to stroke him gently. He hissed, reaching behind you to steady himself against the back of the couch.
“You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you baby?” He leaned down to kiss you cheek. You looked up at him, eyes earnest—because you wanted him to feel so good.
You wanted to make up for all the pain you knew you were about to cause him. He deserved everything—heaven and the stars and everything beyond, you wanted him to have it all. For now, you let your lips kiss the flushed tip of his cock.
“F-fuck,” He reached for your chin, stroking your jaw tenderly. “You’re so good to me baby fuck”
“I,” You diverted your eyes with shame as heat crawled over your cheeks. “Tell me what to do”
Jimin gulped, eyes shifting as he understood your words.
“Open wide” He pushed two fingers against your lips until your mouth opened enough for him to slide them inside. “No teeth okay baby—and then just take it in as far—” He pushed his fingers down your throat. You tried your best not to gag, until finally you couldn’t help it. He pulled his fingers out, a string of saliva following. “As you can”
His thumb brushed against your bottom lip, tugging on it playfully as he cooed at you. It was the eagerness in your eyes. The fierce determination he knew you were feeling to please him.
“You’re so” He chuckled softly, “God I—” He choked on his words.
Now was hardly the time.
You beamed at him, taking his cock into your mouth little by little. His head tilted back as he cursed to himself.
You loved seeing him like this—amazed that you could make him feel like this. Motivated by his response, you began to slowly bob your head. He exhaled verbally, letting out a loud groan.
“Just like that baby, fuck—good girl” His voice was pained as if he was losing his resolve and it only fueled you to move faster. He tugged your hair, giving you a warning stare. “If you do that I’m gonna cum baby. Slow down”
You gave him a mischievous look, deciding to disobey.
“Y/n” His voice was low, demanding. He recognized you were teasing him, and as much as he wanted to fuck you—he couldn’t bring himself to stop you. His thumb swiped at the drool from the edge of your lips. A shock rippled through his body as he reached for your shoulder to keep him steady.
“Fuck. Fuck. Baby I’m—” His hips bucked, cock twitching inside your mouth as you felt his warm cum on your tongue. You let him go, swallowing his cum—and before you could even process it, he lifted you up, forcing your legs around his waist and carried you to your bedroom.
He laid you down on the covers gently, kissing the inside of your thighs, all the way up your stomach, where he showed you a little extra love, up to your breasts—he nibbled on them playfully, loving the way you’d twitch for him. His eyes stayed glued to yours. Dark and needy.
“I’m gonna need a little bit” Jimin confessed after deciding your breasts had been abused enough by his mouth. For now. He let his fingers continue to toy with them as he hovered over you. “But we should talk, hm?”
You inhaled sharply.
“Y-yeah we should”
Jimin grinned, taking a peak back into his mouth, this time letting his tongue run rampant on the plushness.
“Jimin” You hissed, grabbing his hair.
“You taste so good baby, I can’t help it” He kept on kissing your chest. Rolling onto his side, he pulled you into his embrace. Your naked bodies intertwined as his hands roamed all over you. You cradled his head against you, fingers running through his silky black hair.
You whimpered, hopelessly aroused by his actions. Your pussy pulsing, wishing so badly to be stuffed.
“I need you” You nudged him. “I need you so bad”
Jimin grinned, pulling away from you. He kissed you softly.
Then his eyes grew serious.
“Y/n” His tone had changed. He wasn’t teasing anymore. “If I asked you to just let it go,”
“You know I can’t” You responded. Jimin looked away. His fingers still tracing your sides.
“Yeah” He said after some time, kissing your cheek, “I know”
You gulped, cupping his face in your hands. “Can I just say that, right now, in this moment, based on every experience I’ve had in my life up to this point—I love you?”
Jimin scoffed, but he couldn’t hide the smile in his eyes.
“I just need to know”
“If there’s someone else, you mean.” Jimin gave you a pointed look. “What happens then, doctor?”
“If someone else is my soulmate, that also means someone else is yours. I can’t keep you from that”
“I know I don’t want that” Jimin gripped your hips possessively, pulling you impossibly closer. “I don’t care. I love you”
A tear rolled down your cheek. The hurt that you so blissfully ignored moments before, returning.
“I’ll meet Dr. Kim Namjoon at the conference in a few days. He can check for us, and then”
“You already know though, don’t you?” Jimin challenged. “You think we aren’t compatible”
You paused. “Well I—”
“Go ahead, doctor” Jimin smiled, a hint of despair in his gaze, “Go meet your soulmate. No one in this universe will love you the way I do, I am sure of it. So sure that I’ll take the chance of losing you forever if it means you’ll believe me one day”
He began to get emotional. You ached for him. Ached for the pain he felt in his chest. The pain you didn’t want him to feel.
Your hand rested on his chest. Feeling the beat of his heart against the tense silence.
He kissed you again. Desperately. His fingers tugging your panties aside as his now hard cock slid against your folds.
You kissed him back—even more desperately. Savoring whatever you had left with him. Losing yourself in him as though time were running out. Spreading your thighs to grant him entrance, he fucked into effortlessly. Filling you up until you felt so right—so whole. He stilled, nose tracing yours as he gazed into your eyes.
Tears threatened the edges of his pretty brown eyes.
“I don’t trust them Y/n” He whispered, the tear unleashing, “What if they brainwash you—what if seeing your soulmate resets your brain chip and—” He gasped, lip trembling.
“I won’t forget you, Jimin” You assured him with a comforting hand stroking his back.
“You don’t know that” Jimin gulped.
The true fear in his eyes hit you like a reality check. Reminding you that this man had no trust in the system, and you were asking him to take a gamble on it.
“Maybe you’re not supposed to know about the Placebo. Maybe they’ll do something to you, and me—and you’ll be in danger and I won’t know”
You kissed him sweetly. “Baby” You mumbled, knowing you’d never called him that— “Don’t think like that”
“I mean the fact that we fell in love, without the compatibility assessment, means the whole system is bullshit—doesn’t it? They could pick any two people and condition them to love one another with the chip. That’s not something they’d be okay with people knowing”
“N-not necessarily” You sighed. “Baby—move” You urged him, as if he forgot his cock was nestled deep inside of you. He hadn’t.
He gave you a tight thrust. Your lips parted, and he did it again, watching your expression intently. He held you close—you held him close. He buried his face into your neck, pushing you onto your back so he could fuck you deeper. His hips slammed against yours, deep, quick thrusts that you could feel throughout every inch of your body.
“You’re heaven” Jimin gasped, kissing your cheek again, “I don’t think you fucking understand what I feel for you, doctor—I swear I”
“I do, Jimin” You assured him, “I feel it” He began fucking you faster. “And I love you”
He stilled so he could kiss you again. “Say it again” He begged, “Please. Say it, mean it, please”
“I love you” You stared into his starry eyes. His fingers intertwined with yours, pushing your arms above your head as he resumed his ruthless pace. His lips pasting against yours in between your confession, “I love you Jimin—I do—So much”
He burst inside you, but he couldn’t stop. The moment was too charged, too emotionally ripe. He kept himself sheathed inside of you, cum stuffed deep. Hugging you close, he kissed you—a man addicted, and you were his vice.
You fell asleep, at some point.
You heard him whisper against your eyelids—I won’t give up, at some point.
You woke up, at some point.
He was gone.
You—
You arrived at the conference. You hadn’t heard from Jimin since that night—but preparation kept you distracted. This was a huge moment for your career—and you’d worked too hard to fall short now.
Jungkook was by your side, dressed in a light grey suit—the conference badge contrasting the plain white button-down shirt that gripped his chiseled chest. Around you were folks of similar adornment—chatting with their colleagues, setting up posters and grabbing coffee.
“Good—you made it” Your boss, Jung Hoseok, who you loathed approached the both of you. “Is everything set up for my talk later?”
You exchanged an irritated look with Jungkook, who bit back a smile. “Yes, sir”
Dr. Jung hummed, pleased with your response. “Very well. Go network. This conference has the best of the best. Y/n, I know you were interested in meeting Dr. Kim, would you like me to make an introduction?”
You stiffened. Dr. Kim Namjoon. He was the most brilliant biochemist of your time. He single-handedly piloted the Soulmate initiative with the help of his neuro-engineering team. He developed the compatibility algorithm that you spent your whole life studying. Appreciating.
He was infamous. And it didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous too—you had all of his books, memoirs, magazine articles. It was safe to say you knew quite a bit about the man. And soon he’d be right in front of you. In the flesh.
“If you don’t mind” You held back your excitement, but your hand trembled, gripping onto the pamphlet that a volunteer had forced into your hold earlier. Dr. Jung nodded, motioning for you to follow him.
“I’ll come too, if that’s okay” Jungkook quipped. You made a face, but knew you had no right to take this opportunity from him either, as much as you preferred to meet him alone to discuss your dilemma.
Up the elevator, Dr. Jung led the both of you to the top floor of the hotel in which the conference was taking place. From the clear glass, you could see the city sprawled out—serene, snow beginning to melt off of the ground. More folks were out and about. Children playing in the now cleared-up parks. Spring was coming, soon.
You stepped out of the elevator, and were met with a series of guards lining the hallway. It made sense; you mused. Kim Namjoon was a high-ranked State scientist. Which meant he was a prime target for a Resistance kidnapping or attack.
Your lips wavered. A part of you was disappointed at the lack of hope you had that you’d find out you and Jimin were compatible. Your gut knew you weren’t. But you loved him, so it could be. It could be him, right?
Why did you love him, if you weren’t compatible? It was so easy to think of all the reasons—so simple in your mind, but hard to find the words. You trusted him with your life. He was attractive, kind, in a bad situation but had big dreams. Dreams to make change, and you admired that.
As you walked past the guards, Jungkook’s hand brushed against yours. You looked his way and he winked at you excitedly. “You ready?”
He whispered against your neck. Too close—maybe it hadn’t been before, but now it felt too close. Nevertheless, you smiled back at him and nodded.
It occurred to you that Jungkook might be your real soulmate.
“Namjoon!” Dr. Jung opened the double doors to the suite. You took the room in. Hardly a room—there was a whole lab set up in there. Humming with the soft whirr of state-of-the-art machinery, bright white lights everywhere. Translucent monitors display complex molecular structures and neural pathways. Simulations.
The middle of the room had a holographic interface projected a three-dimensional model of a chip. The chip. Tiny filaments extended from the chip, resembling delicate neurons connecting to an unseen network.
Your heart skipped a beat. This was paradise.
There was not a drop of chemicals in this lab. Everything was tech-based, simulation and modeling predicting chemical interactions, hormonal regulation, neural response and bodily action.
“Hey Hobi” You heard a low, smooth voice. Your clenched your fingers into your palm. Taking a deep breath, you turned the corner where Dr. Kim was sitting.
God.
He sat casually on a stool set up by a plain workstation. He was dressed in a black turtleneck, black trousers—his black hair gelled up. You’d neve seen him without a white-coat on, as that’s how he tended to appear in media pictures. Here, in front of you now, he was relaxed. He was just a person. He was a man.
His dimpled smile made your throat tighten. A smile that reached his eyes with such a genuine glimmer. He greeted Dr. Jung with a suave fistbump, exchanging some words with him before chuckling lightly, patting him on the back and swiveling his chair towards you and Jungkook.
His smile widened.
“Hey there” He nodded his head politely. Both you and Jungkook bowed slightly. “So you’re the poor kids who got looped into helping this motherfucker” Your eyes widened at his comment, but Dr. Jung simply rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah—I’ll see you downstairs. Drinks tonight? The usual?” Dr. Jung pointed at him for confirmation as he reached the door. Namjoon nodded.
“Of course Hobi, I’ll see you later” He redirected his full attention to the both of you, shutting the computer in front of him. “Please, take a seat” He motioned behind him and a small robot pushed two stools over to where you were standing.
“I’m Y/n L/n” You extended your hand to him.
“Ah yes, I’ve heard about you. You study my work, huh?” He winked, making your face rush with heat. His eyes passed over to Jungkook. “And you?”
“Jeon Jungkook, honored to be here, sir”
“Good. Good, so tell me about yourselves”
“Actually” You exhaled. “Dr. Kim, if you don’t mind—there’s a matter I’d like to discuss with you”
He raised his eyebrows. Folding his arms over his strong chest in a way that made you aware that this man worked out, he leaned back. “Oh, sure. Let’s hear it then”
You were about to speak when Jungkook interrupted.
“Y/n’s soulmate was a placebo. We’d like to run the compatibility test to find out who her real soulmate is”
Your mouth felt dry. Namjoon’s eyes flashed with interest, gaze remaining steady on you.
“How’d you figure it out?”
You looked at Jungkook.
“I uh, hacked some data” Jungkook confessed, shyly.
Namjoon let out a soft laugh.
“Well alright. As you know, any scientific RCT trial needs a control group. We use these placebos to understand the actual effect of the Soulmate algorithm’s deployment on the outcomes of interest. Procreation, individual health and wellness, etc.”
He was speaking to you. Directly to you, even though Jungkook was right by your side.
“The way the chip works is that you see someone who surpasses your compatibility threshold. There isn’t one soulmate. I suppose there could be, but we have to factor in proximity and chance for encounter. That’s why the microchip will only give the Soulmate signal once you meet someone who has also passed the cognitive-sexual threshold who surpasses your compatibility level. Another threshold, unique to each person and defined by many metrics”
It was nothing you didn’t know. Jungkook on the other hand, was fascinated.
“Wait so, both and Y/n and I were past out cognitive-sexual threshold and we saw each other all the time before she met…her placebo. I didn’t meet her compatibility threshold?”
Namjoon seemed to bit back a giggle. “Well, Jungkook? Is it? Right, it goes both ways. She didn’t meet yours either” His eyes flashed at you. You couldn’t help but notice that they were honey-brown, almost gleaming gold in the light.
Jungkook seemed to recede into himself.
“Is there a way I can check my compatibility with my placebo soulmate?” You asked, tugging at your sleeves.
“Well, I suppose” Namjoon took a second to think, “If you know where they are right now, and get to them without looking too many people in the eye” He chuckled.
Right, you mused.
“Because if you reset my chip, and I see someone else, it’ll register they’re my soulmate before I can even look Jimin in the eye” You mumbled.
“Exactly. We can do that, if you’d like. But no law says you must be romantically involved with your soulmate. Either way, your choice is still your own”
You gulped. You just had to know.
“Please, if it’s alright, can you reset my chip?” The words felt like acid leaving your mouth. Namjoon shrugged nonchalantly.
“Sure thing. Jungkook—this is a medical procedure, technically. We will need some privacy”
“Oh, right” Jungkook scrambled to his feet, rushing out the door rather quickly. Namjoon reached for a tablet set near the window and tapped a few buttons. Some robots arrived, removing the table and stools and setting up a medical bed in it’s place.
“Do you not like your placebo soulmate?” Namjoon asked, while the robots were at work.
“Actually I like him a lot.” You confessed. “But I believe so strongly in the benefits of your algorithm. So I just need to know for sure”
Namjoon squinted at you, but nodded.
“Do most placebos work out?” You blurted, covering your stomach with your crossed arms. “Is there a statistically significant difference between outcomes with truly compatible soulmates and placebo ones?”
A grin tugged at Namjoon’s lips. The robots finished setting up the medical equipment and he motioned for you to lie down.
“What do you think, Y/n?” Namjoon mused as he connected a few wires to the back of your neck. “Do you think placebos would work out the same way? Is believing someone is your true love enough to make you love them?”
You gulped. His fingers brushed against your nape as he plugged in your chip.
Until it hit you.
“It doesn’t matter” The thoughts came to you as the words left your mouth, “It isn’t even about love. Compatibility. Or health.” Your eyes quivered as you noticed Namjoon’s grin widening.
“I-It’s about your faith in the State” You drawled, “If you believe in the State—in the Soulmate Initiative, then it’ll work. And if you don’t—”
You sat upright suddenly, feeling uneasy. Jimin’s fears echoing in the back of your mind.
“Don’t worry—you did fall in love. You clearly believe, so you have nothing to worry about.” Namjoon admired you for a moment. “You’re very smart, Miss. Y/n. It’s a shame it took us until now to meet”
Namjoon proceeded to tap a few more things on his tablet.
“Now before we do this, you should know. There is a small chance the reset will cause both you and your placebo soulmate to forget that you’ve seen each other. Not to worry, though, I can make sure that you head his way after the procedure to see if you two are compatible”
You gripped the edges of the seat with your trembling fingers.
“But don’t worry, you’ll be unharmed”
Forgetting Jimin—that’s harm. That’s fucking harm. Your mind was screaming warning.
“Wait actually I don’t—”
“Relax,” Namjoon placed a hand gently on your shoulder, pushing you back to your chair. “I’m here. I’ll tell you to go find this fella and look him straight in the eye before anyone else. You can trust me”
Strangely enough, you believed him.
“Okay”
“What’s his name?”
You hesitated. Drawing attention to Jimin’s citizen file wasn’t a smart idea given what you knew about him.
“P-park Jimin”
“Good. Now close your eyes. This might give you a brief migraine”
Jimin—
It had been pathetic. Jimin showed up at the steps of Jin’s home—the home he shared with a few other members of the resistance. It was late—he could hear the debauchery happening inside loud and clear. The familiar stench of tobacco and liquor radiated from the dim light behind the shuttered windows.
He inhaled sharply. He spent the whole day wandering. Trying to drown himself in schoolwork until even that seemed pointless. He needed a distraction. Something to ease the pain. Until he figured out how the hell he would get you back. He needed anything.
He sat down on the splintered porch steps, ignoring the fleet of giggles from what he assumed were sex workers. Staring at his palms, he recalled the sensation of your touch. His fingers curled into his palm, wishing your hand was there but instead grasping at the crisp late winter air.
“Well look here,” Jin’s familiar voice boomed from the entryway. Jimin looked back to see him, a flimsy tank top under his leather jacket which was being pulled off by a beautiful, voluptuous woman. “Ay, fuck off whore—that’s my little brother and oh,” Jin pouted, shoving the woman off of him, “He looks so sad” Jin leaned down to tug Jimin’s cheeks in a way he always used to do when Jimin was younger.
“Why you sad baby boy?” The woman cooed, “If you’d like, I can make it all better”
Jimin rolled his eyes, “No, thank you.” Redirecting his attention to Jin who slid down to sit by his side, a bottle of beer in his hand— “God, doesn’t it ever get a bit old hyung?”
Jin scoffed, “I’ve had about enough of you sitting on your high horse and judging us, Jimin. You are one of us. We’re at war. Well—” He took a sip, “We will be, soon enough, and we need you. Your brother was—”
Jimin hissed. Jin took the hint, luckily.
“Look,” His tone grew serious, “We had one of our mole’s hack into the microchip database. We were right. The kind of data they collect and the way they use it to strategically puppet aspects of our society—it’s robbing free will. Altering memories. Manipulating thought through exposure and environment. And because there’s not specific legislature that oppresses people, they play it off as the way the world works. No. They built these structures, Jimin-ah. We have proof.”
Jimin gazed up at the obscured night sky. Clouds veiled any semblance of starlight, mirroring the shadow over his thoughts.
“She isn’t even really my soulmate” Jimin chuckled bitterly. “It was a fucking placebo”
Jin stared at him for a moment, before his eyes softened with pity. “Fuck Jimin,” He handed him the bottle. Jimin took it, sipping the sour & bitter liquid. “You really like the bitch, huh?”
“Hyung” Jimin snapped. Jin simply chuckled.
“My bad, my bad. The scientist. Whatever the fuck her name is. Listen. If you want to know if your feelings are genuine or not, you need to take out your microchip. It’s the only way you’d know for sure. The fact that there is a placebo cohort for something like this is kinda fucked up. Whatever happened to ethics?” Jin scoffed. Jimin took another swig of the beer.
Should he? Should he take it out? The microchip was the physical embodiment of the state's reach into his very soul.
Jin could sense that Jimin was considering his idea.
“Honestly, it’s about damn time you did Jimin. Things are getting serious around here. We’re going to start taking real action, advocating for our cause. We want you in—we’ve always known you’re a smart kid. Good with words and all that. Hell, you’re not meant for the battlefield Jimin. You’re meant for a throne”
Jimin set the bottle down, again looking up to the skies. “I don’t want a throne. I just want to not be a fucking puppet anymore. For them, or for you guys”
“Then take what’s yours. This is what your brother wanted, Jimin. Be more involved. Take charge. Your girl didn’t give up on you—the state fucking manipulated her to give up on you. They took everything from you—it’s damn time you see that. It’s damn time you fight for what you deserve”
Fight. He was going to fight for you. He had promised you that. Promised himself that.
He reached for the back of his neck.
“Fuck the State” He mumbled, “I want this out. Let’s go”
Jin grinned ear to ear, “Fuck yeah!” He patted Jimin on the ack excitedly. “We’ve got a bot that can do it in the back, come on”
You—
“Y/n?” The soft call echoed in the sterile room. Your eyes, weighed down by the fog of unconsciousness, fluttered open. The harsh fluorescent lights above you forced a squint. A lingering scent of antiseptic filled the air, accompanied by the gentle hum of machines.
Behind you, a subtle tug and disconnect confirmed the unplugging of your chip from the machine. The cool room air kissed your skin, sending a shiver of unease through you.
“Good, your vitals are all normal. You’re doing great,” Namjoon's voice reassured. Turning, you saw his back as he typed notes on his laptop.
It came back to you: where you were. Who you were. Everything seemed to click. Your heart seemed to hurt. You couldn’t understand why.
“Do you remember Park Jimin?” Namjoon asked. You blinked in his direction.
“Who?” Your response was automatic, a clouded memory of someone fading into obscurity. The emptiness inside of you seemed to pulse.
Namjoon continued typing, his focus on the screen. “There’s a man,” he hummed, “I need you to go directly to him and look him in the eye to see if he is your soulmate or not. His file suggests he may be at the University Law Library. Try to minimize eye contact with strangers as you head there.” Namjoon turned back around.
You looked at him.
In those honey eyes. Those sweet, smiling, kind eyes.
A sharp pain in your neck burned.
They say you’ll just know.
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part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
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Thinking about Jason Todd/Reader Soulmate AUs!!
Feel free to use them if you like any (I meant the writters! Not you AI using lazy *ss bushes!!) Tag me if you write it bc I'm gonna be reading them!!
Jason Todd and Reader meets on their dreams. Well, kinda 'dreams'. He is dead and she forgets everytime bc you are not allowed to see the afterlife as a person. He comes back and doesn't know who she is and why he knows her.
Jason Todd and Reader are tied by the red string of fate. Reader gains the ability to see/touch the red string and yanks Jason from the after life. She can use it to tie people for a short time. People think it is magic! She can tie people with invisible strings!! Actually it is just reader using their fate against them! The strings are only physical when she touches them. It would be funny if she is not a hero/vigilante but Justice League asks them for help anyway! *coughs* let's bring back Wally *coughs*
Jason Todd and Reader can only sleep together. They don't need to be next to each other, one simply cannot go to sleep if the other is awake! A good enemies to lovers blooming. How so? Well, Reader is definetly going to go join a anti-batfam villian team! People who are really mad at not being able to sleep! They want to sleep so bad that they even considered killing their soulmates!! *gasps* Not really, but they just want to fall asleep at night like a normal person. Not in the middle of a lesson nor not while working your 9 to 5!! A team of people who terrories the city with sleeping gas and robbing pillow companies to give everyone a soft pillow!!(Bernard is here ofc) Don't ask why they don't just gases themselves. They didn't think about it.
Jason and Reader in a universe where you can only grow with your soulmate. You are 15 y/o, FOR YEARS. Everyone thinks you are just petite; young looking *insert turkish 'minyon' here* Well, explain to your coworkes/parents/friends why the hell you grew up in one day! From A to a D!! And no one in your family even has the genetics!! You can thank to the lazarus pit for all the strach marks later for sure.
Jason and Reader lock eyes for the first time and sees the life of each other. Jason sees the future, their children; their love and devotion; the life he thinks is so good to be true. Reader sees the past; the street life; dying; gaining a family just to lose it again. Both are scared to be together yet only they understand eachother.
Jason and Reader switching bodies in the most inopportune times. Jason dies?? WRONG!! It was the Reader! The first time they switch bodies she dies in it! Jason has to go all the way to the Gotham to talk with Bruce. It takes YEARS! Years of him thinking he killed his soulmate and feeling guilty of it! So guilty that he can't let her family find out! *he lives as Reader till collage* Well meanwhile Reader is trying to survive. Panics so hard she doesn't even speak *looking at you YJ Jason* and takes care of her baby brother Damian. Jason becomes Red Hood not only to avange himself but avange Reader as well. And she just goes after Damian to meet with the rest of the family. ''Your son? Oh, yeah, well. We switched bodies years ago'' *they switch bodies back once they meet*
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Thanks to the @strangerthingswritersguild for the prompt and @eyesofshinigami for the brain worm 🪱 our conversation created.
Did you know in fan fic writing the term Rubber Ducking refers to bouncing ideas off of each other/ brainstorming with friends? Well I didn't. I thought it was a sex thing.
From that, this idea was born.
Rubber Ducking | M | 873 WC | Steddie | Buckingham
It was a cold February night when the first sighting occurred. The air in the apartment had felt different. Charged with an electricity Robin couldn't explain.
Something was happening. And at first she had thought it was an anomaly, then maybe a coincidence.
But then it kept happening.
Those black empty eyes met hers and mere hours later the sound of the city was lost to the wails of the night.
It sounded like torture.
Like the stripping of flesh and bones.
But even more horrifically, Robin learned it was anything but.
Sure, there was flesh and bone, but how Steve apparently getting absolutely railed by Eddie in the next room over had any connection to the rubber ducky that ended up on the living room coffee table every so often, Robin hadn't the slightest clue.
She just knew that unfortunately there had to be one.
A few weeks later, sitting at the breakfast bar and trying to ignore the low hanging neckline of Chrissy's already frankly obscene tank top, Robin notices the presence of yet another rubber ducky.
This one donning a Sailor's hat and suit. Similar to the one she remembers her and Steve wearing in their days at Scoops Ahoy.
Not twenty minutes later she's met with Eddie asking if she knows where Steve hid his old uniform. Regrettably she tells him, and that night goes to bed taking precautionary measures with foam plugs in her ears.
The following week there's a light blue ducky on the coffee table instead, then a grey ducky the week after. Then after a few more weeks there's what appears to be a leather daddy ducky.
Sometimes in between there's a plain normal rubber ducky.
“You figure it out yet?” Chrissy asks one evening, plopping down onto the couch next to Robin and setting her feet in her lap.
God what she wouldn't do for this girl and her polka dot pink fuzzy socks.
Looking over at the boys who are now apparently disgustingly in love, and currently trading lazy kisses and giggles back and forth in the loveseat, Robin sighs, “Unfortunately.”
She nearly had the code cracked before a drunken Steve had told her what it all meant.
Original Ducky = Someone is horny.
Sailor Ducky (Sir Butterscotch) = Someone wears the Scoops uniform.
Light Blue (Richard) = Someone wants to give / receive head.
Grey (Bari) = Someone wants to be tied up/do the tying up.
Leather Daddy = "You really don't want to know Robin.”
So essentially flagging, she figures, but with various types of rubber duckys, which is horrific in its own way.
Now when one of them is feeling it, they pick a rubber ducky of their choosing and leave it out on the coffee table as a subtle way of asking for the represented attention.
“Sex Duck,” Robin sighs, leaning her head against the back of the couch, turning to look at Chrissy, “They have a fucking sex duck.”
“Like that show with the sex mug?”
“Like the show with the sex mug.” She answers flatly
Sure seeing the ducks at home was bad enough, but when they started appearing in the wild it was so much worse.
First in Steve's car on the dash, then Eddie's van, then one day at work when Eddie came sauntering in and pulled a light blue ducky from his pocket, tossing it in Steve's direction before walking off towards the employees only bathroom.
They think they're subtle, but really they're not.
It's just another Tuesday evening when a new ducky makes its way onto the coffee table in the living room. Traditional like the first, but donning a pink bow and black painted on lashes. Feminine. Cute.
Like a game, Robin's began trying to decipher the meaning behind every duck before Steve inevitably tells her. It helps her cope with the trauma.
This one though, makes her wonder.
Sitting on the couch staring probably a little too intensely at the newest addition to the boys collection, Robin hardly notices when Steve plops down beside her.
She startles when she notices him, his voice catching her off guard. “Whatcha doing?”
“Trying to figure out what kink of yours this little lady represents.”
Steve hums and Eddie joins them shortly after, settling in the rocking chair across from them, giving the ducky the same odd look Robin had been moments ago.
“Whatcha doing, Buck?”
She gestures to the duck, “Figuring out her deal.”
Feminization maybe?
“Chrissy?” Eddie asks
“What?” Robin looks up from those cute long lashed eyes, “No. Your duck.”
Next to her Steve huffs a laugh, crossing his arms and leaning back against the couch. “Not our ducky, Rob.”
What?
“Course it is.”
“Not our ducky, Babe.” Eddie repeats Steve's words.
It has to be. “Well it's not mine.” Robin grumbles.
“No, no Rob it's not.” Steve nudges Robin's knee with his, “Maybe it's meant for you though.”
No.
No?
Looking far too excited, Eddie smirks, “Chris is in her room isn't she?”
Well… it… it wouldn't hurt to check would it? Maybe the boys are just teasing her, playing a game. But on the off chance they're not…
“You gonna go get your girl, Rob?”
Jesus Christ, she's going to, isn't she?
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