#v soulmate au

[jsbashirmd]

[[ barely plotted soulmate au for @lietwice

"Hello, Mister Garak." When Julian enters the shop, he looks wary. More than that, he looks feverish, hair damp and face pale. More than that, he looks intense.

His eyes are wide when they finally fall on Garak, and his entire posture straightens in response. This very well could be the man who has caused his terrible, unbearable, wonderfully-promising agony. And if it is, he simply can't afford to miss the signs. His chest pain even eases a little at the thought, though he's careful not to read into that.

"I'm here because there's been a minor outbreak. Have you been experiencing any head or chest pain? Fever? Nausea or other stomach upset? Tightness in the chest? Hands shaking? Malaise or melancholy? Or, perhaps, unusual muscle tightness?"

#c. julian #lietwice. garak #v. main #t. bright young doctor #s.s. enjoyable company #soulmate au #new thread

[possibilistfanfiction]

I absolutely adore the chef/sommelier au and always find so much comfort in your writing. i have a few questions/prompts if you’re interested in any of these:

1) how did they meet? were they part of the same circles and crushing from afar until they finally had the chance to work together? or did they have a more classic meet cute?

2)Ava mentions that she knows Beatrice prefers to eat in the kitchen rather than the restaurant and I would be curious about any backstory behind how Ava came to learn this.

3) one of those foodie travel adventures where they eat their way through X city or cities

ok so this is no1 but has hints of the other two (which i love & will maybe write later!)

also i guess... this turned into platonic bea & lilith are in love. who knows lol

//

you've known beatrice for so long now, you really should've seen this coming.

for as annoying as she is, she's remarkably talented — something that had made you frustrated with her, and yourself, for years during culinary school. beatrice's food is true to who she is: wholly precise and quietly playful, elegant and creative, and really, really warm. thoughtful. surprisingly fun. you've always been able to tell: your technical skills are the best in the world, better than hers or anyone else you've ever met, and your palette is exquisite; you run a kitchen with quiet authority, and each dish comes out on time, exactly as it's supposed to. you are very good at your job. but beatrice makes food — elevated chinese and european fusion dishes, whatever she's most interested in at the moment — that makes you want to cry in its capacity to comfort. not that you would ever admit it, but you have stepped away to the bathroom on a handful of occasions to do just that.

she's more your sister than anything else — your little sister, you make sure to remind her — and so when chef superion had essentially ordered — encouragingly — beatrice into opening her own restaurant after five years of being chef de cuisine and, really, being the quiet driving force behind those three michelin stars, it hadn't even been a question to you that you would go with her. that you would help with the menu and everyday operations; the design and hours of operation; the sustainable sourcing for all of your dishes that she's always been so invested in. that part, while exhausting, had been fairly easy: mary and shannon, who own an urban farm, had been thrilled to partner, and you came up with a collaborative menu together. you were able to secure local seafood from a few suppliers, local ethical meat from your favorite butcher. camila, admittedly your favorite chef from superion's, young and absolutely kind, had agreed to come on and do pastry. you and beatrice had hired yasmine as your sous, trustworthy and smart.

you've been elbow-deep in planning — food, interior, front of house, all of it — for months. you're pretty sure beatrice works, like, twenty hours a day, and doesn't do anything but that. she eats takeout quickly in the kitchen, standing over a trashcan. every friday you barge into her condo and force her to eat greasy pizza and watch reality tv and share a joint. a year or so ago she had asked you to buzz her hair for her and you still do now, weekly, because she's neat and confident and loves efficiency and, according to many, many women unfortunately saying this to you directly whenever you drag her out for drinks, it's hot. she takes you to doctor's appointments and picks up your dry cleaning; she's the only person you let sharpen your knives for you, and the only person you'll share a bed with overnight if you're too drunk or stoned or tired to go home. she never says anything, never minds, just grumbles when her alarm goes off and grumbles sleepily in chinese while she makes herself an espresso.

and so, really, it's your fault. you should've known. you're not sure how you should've known, but you definitely should have.

'so,' you say, lowering yourself into the chair across from her immaculately neat desk in her office in the back, 'i think i found us a sommelier.'

your drinks menu is one of the last things you have to finalize, and beatrice has been so fucking picky about who to bring on to do so. cocktails hadn't been that hard; hans is competent and creative. but the wine pairings have been a pain in your ass: one sommelier was too old to have fresh, exciting ideas; one was a cis white man so beatrice automatically vetoed that, which, honestly, you didn't hate and definitely should've seen coming.

'and who is it?'

'ava silva,' you say, flick open your tablet to his profile: ava is young and renowned already, and has experience with local, natural wines and restaurants all over the world, especially europe, brazil, and east asia. she is, you realize later with a heartfelt deep annoyance, beautiful.

'ava silva,' beatrice repeats. she reads through ava's profile, her accomplishments and accolades and references. 'they worked with taian table.' beatrice hums. 'i've heard of them.'

'yeah.' you force yourself not to roll your eyes at her reluctance.

'ava is available to meet for a consult?'

'tomorrow, if you want. i can take care of the oyster tasting if that helps.'

she laughs, and you let yourself crack a smile. 'i don't even want to be a part of your oyster tasting, lilith.'

'just because i have fun —'

'sleeping with our supplier better not backfire on us, that's all i have to say.'

and maybe you should've realized right then, when beatrice's eyes lingered on ava's professional headshot on her website, on her impressive accolades. 'i am a consummate professional,' you tell beatrice.

she shakes her head, fondly, and leans back in her chair, runs a hand over her hair. 'fine,' she says, 'i'll take the meeting with ava.'

'great,' you say, relieved in the moment. 'what's the worst that can happen?'

/

very soon, unfortunately, you find out: beatrice is fucking insufferable. ava is even more insufferable, flirting with horrible humor and fond, relentless teasing. beatrice is, somehow, blushing and stumbling around like a schoolgirl, despite her attempts at being a serious, focused chef. she burns her hand on a pot, sets a towel on fire, and spills a red wine reduction all over her favorite apron the first time ava is coming to try a few dishes on the menu.

'jesus christ,' you say, maybe a little bit of a prayer, 'what the fuck, chef?'

beatrice groans. 'ava is... pretty.'

she says it reluctantly, like it's terrible to admit. ava is definitely annoying, but even you have eyes. 'yes, we all know after having to watch you fumble around during one meeting that you think ava is pretty.'

'and,' she says, a blush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck, 'he's smart, and funny, and has an amazing palette.'

'well, he better.' you deflate a little; it's disarming to see beatrice this nervous, especially when it has nothing to do with her food being reviewed or rated. 'listen, beatrice,' you say, trying your very hardest to be gentle, just this once, 'this menu is gorgeous. i came up with eighty percent of it —'

'— you did not —'

'— so i can assure you that ava will love it, and that we can pair wines that will be excellent. and don't tell anyone i said this, or i legitimately will kill you, but you're an... impressive person. you're a remarkable chef. ava would be a fool to not see that.'

beatrice lets out a big breath. 'okay.'

'plus, it's kind of fun to see you trip all over yourself because of a crush.'

'i'm going to go change now.'

'yes, because you spilled because of a crush.'

'see you later, lilith.'

'yeah, yeah,' you say. 'i'll make sure to overcook the egg noodles, just for you.'

/

it's your fault, for sure, because you said yes to doing the food at their wedding — to make it worse, excitedly. it's gorgeous and it's a huge pain in your ass because there's, like, every cool chef in the world there, and a ton of Wine People, and beatrice has been traveling with ava filming something, so you've been running the restaurant. but still, beatrice gives you a hug and ava, terribly, kisses your cheek. they're both beautiful, and their backyard is full of edible flowers and herbs and vines with wine grapes. at one point, beatrice snags you by the hand to dance with her, which you protest for posterity and eventually give up on, as you always would have anyway. as you always have.

'thank you,' she says, 'for this. it's the best meal i've ever eaten.'

'i'm certain that's not true.'

she shakes her head; she's tan and has more freckles than you've ever seen on her, stretching across her cheeks — they'd gotten to film in brazil, apparently, where ava is from. but here it is, really: the whole world, right there, and beatrice has chosen to love you. she's chosen to want you as her sister, and you have always chosen her back.

'i'm really glad you're happy.'

'thank you,' she says. 'i am so happy.'

you roll your eyes. 'i know. it's nauseating.'

'lil.'

'after all of this, i want two weeks off when you're back from your honeymoon.'

'done.'

'well, a positive outcome, at the very least.'

she laughs.

'it's my fault, anyway. if i had just found a less beautiful, boring, straight sommelier...'

'i'm going to go dance with my wife now,' she says. 'love you.'

'yeah, yeah.' you squeeze her hand, linger for a moment in how softly she says wife, just because it's gentle and sweet and you don't hate seeing her this happy. 'love you too.'

#wn #wn fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #before anyone asks no i will not write them romantically i simply do not have the desire or the range lol #but i guess in this entirely unplanned universe they are Sisters! Partners! In a v particularly fond kind of love! #bea n lilith grumbling soulmates #restaurant au

[author-ssi]

Expectancy ~KTH

{Part I}

➜Pairing: Kim Taehyung x OC

➜Genre: Soulmate AU, Fluff, (Slight) Angst, (Slight) Smut, Series

Warnings: None for this part

➜Word Count: 2k

➜Summary: The first words soulmates ever speak to one another are written on each other's body - and those very first words immensely daunt famous CEO Kim Taehyung, to the point he's dreading to meet his own soulmate.

Kim Taehyung

"I hate you"

It is believed that 'hate' is a strong word and Taehyung has come to share that belief to his very core. Ever since he dicovered its meaning, he has been contemplating on the weight such a word might carry. Usually it is used to express contempt, sometimes it can even be used to tease somebody. The second manner would be okay, however, it's the first one Taehyung has always dreaded. Can one blame him though? Any sane person would worry knowing that the first words their soulmate addresses to them could be those of hatred. Letting out a long sigh, he glances at his wrist wriggling aside his expensive watch to reveal the phrase tattooed on his skin in cursive. "Will you really hate me?", he wonders to himself leaning back in the leather chair at his office. To say he has done his absolute best to prevent those words from being hostile was a given. Aside from the values he's received from his upbringing, Taehyung had always tried to be kind and gentle to everyone he's met over the course of the years. One would call it 'pretend' if it weren't for the fact that Taehyung was genuinely a nice person, to begin with. That's why, he found it even more unbelievable that his soulmate of all people would direct those words towards him, in the first place. To the eyes of many women, Taehyung was seen as a real catch; a confident young man with an intimidating aura, a successful CEO with dashingly good looks, often wearing a serious, blank expression on his face and occasionally shooting sharp, intense stares. Perhaps, it may be the rumours of his overall demeanour and not his actual character that will displease her. That, he could handle...

From the top of the skyscraper where his personal office is, Taehyung averts his gaze to the view of the city's sprawl through the glass windows. His signature blank expression takes over his face but his mind is far from blank at the moment. Luckily, the thoughts swirling in his head are put to a stop at the sound of his mobile ringing.

"Hello?"

"Ah Taehyungie! Are we still on for tonight?"

"Yes, I'll be coming once I'm off from work..."

"Great! Could you perhaps bring some desserts? Our little Ae-cha has cravings"

"Anything for my cute little girl! I'll stop by a store to get something on my way there"

"Thank you so much Taetae! Take care! See you tonight!"

Placing the phone back in his pocket with a small smile, Taehyung briefly relishes that fact that at least he's got the two of them in his life. Sharing a bond with him that likens the one of a soulmate and being part of such a lovely family are what have kept Taehyung comforted whenever he gets desperate or depressed at the idea of never meeting, or worse, being hated by his soulmate. Sometimes, he can't help the guilt of being lulled into feeling content with this kind of settlement but, at the end of the day, he's only human - and humans dread ending up alone.

----

Leaving work a couple hours later in high spirits, the eligible CEO gets in his GV80 and drives off. On the road, he takes glances at the off-street shops searching for the one suitable to satisfy little Ae-cha's cravings. Finally spotting a decent looking bakery, Taehyung parks his car and starts getting ready to head inside. Since he doesn't want to go through the trouble of being recognised by anyone, he opts to wear a white mask and a pair of colour-matched earbuds. Entering the small bakery with a chime in the door, he looks around only to notice a single employee decorating some patbingsoo in the oven room. With a slight shrug, he begins his search to select the perfect option of a dessert for Ae-cha. Settling on some hotteok, he heads over to the check-out seeing that the female employee has returned in order to service him. To his surprise though, he can't seem to overlook the dark brunette employee in front of him. Clear, brown eyes meet his own as he hands her over the pack of hotteok. Slim, long fingers fiddle around placing the package inside a bag while he's just left observing actions. No words are spoken between them, which Taehyung attributes to the fact that the mask, the earbuds and his signature blank look don't exactly make him look like the most approchable person at the moment. After handing over the amount of money commensurate for the price of the product, he forces himself to just take the bag and leave. However, having no intention of ever neglecting his good manners, before he exits, Taehyung turns slightly around to face the female employee and utters with a small bow, "Goodnight". He would be lying to himself if he didn't admit that this girl caught his eye. But since he has no intention of further falling out with his soulmate, he's not going to make a move on any other girl. Shutting the bakery's door behind him, he's about to head over to his car but instead he's interrupted by the sound of the door's chime, that's being opened and then shut once again. Before even getting the chance to turn around, the words Taehyung has been both dreading and desiring to hear his whole life are being yelled furiously at him, "I hate you!".

Kang Mi-rae

"Goodnight"

A phrase so commonly used it barely holds any special meaning to everyone but Mi-rae... Since these will be her soulmate's very first words to her. In the beginning, she was worried; if she was going to hear that word almost every day in her life, how could she know which was coming from her soulmate? However, that worry was long gone the moment the phrase was uttered to her by a random classmate of hers during primary school. Despite him having said the exact word tattooed on the skin of her mid-thigh in cursive, Mi-rae was not the least bit alerted. That's how she realised that the word would hold true meaning only when spoken to her by her own soulmate. So, she went on with her life constanly dreaming and longing to meet her one and only, the love of her life, her soulmate... And days turned into months and months turned into years with Mi-rae threading her way through all kinds of struggles withour her soulmate by her side. Her faith on meeting him, though, had always provided her with the strength and comfort she needed to pull through them all. Her thoughts were always consumed and centered around finding him. Everytime she visited a new place or met new people, all she could think about was "Could he be here?", "Could he be the one?". One would say she was starting to get obsessed, but she had honestly tried not to put too much thought into it. But how could she not constantly look for her other half when she knew he's somewhere out there?

Growing up with watching rom-coms and reading romance novels, Mi-rae had long since prepared herself for her love story and her eagerness to experience it has never ceased. However, her patience had started to grow thinner and thinner as time kept going by and she was left to watch all the girls around her find their soulmates. Soon, her unfulfilled yearning gave way to frustration and bitter thoughts.

Is love that hard to find in this world?

Or does it come only when you don't look for it?

But how can I not look for it?

How can I let it go and move on with my life until someday I 'accidentally' come across it?

I need it now!

If I ever meet my soulmate I'll tell him that I hate him!

I hate him for not showing up earlier, I hate him for not showing up when I needed him most, I hate him for not taking care of me when he should have, I hate him for not being my shoulder to cry on, I hate him for- I just hate him!

I'll make sure to tell him that!

----

It is yet another chilly evening with Mi-rae working at her family's bakery. The small shop, well-known in the area, was passed down to one generation after the other and truthfully, Mi-rae was content with being part of the family business. Ever since she was little, she always accompanied her parents and helped them with their work at the bakery; from making soboro bread with her dad to decorating patbingsoo with her mum. She never had great aspiration in terms of a career even if she excelled at school and had the potential to study both law and medical sciences alike. On the contrary, Mi-rae desired a different and simple life; all she wanted was to have a loving family someday. She dreamt of that 'happily ever after' with her caring husband and their sweet children. Unfortunately though, without her soulmate, that dream will always be out of reach... With her tenth frustrated sigh, today, triggered by thoughts of her soulmate, she withdraws to the oven room and starts decorating some patbingsoo in order to cheer herself up. Not long after, the chime of the door from the bakery's entrance notifies her of a customer's arrival. Finishing up the last touches and placing the desserts inside the refrigerator, she heads up to the check-out waiting for the customer while slightly yet rhythmically tapping her hands on the counter.

When a tall, golden blond-haired man enters her line of vision, her tapping halts as she's about to greet him. However, be it the fact that he's wearing earbuds or that he's avoiding eye contact with her, she hesitates to do so. Simply taking the pack of hotteok he selected, she puts it in a bag after a quick scan of its bar code. Opening her mouth to state its price, she's once again silenced by him handing her the exact amount of money required. Mi-rae had dealt with rude and ignorant customers before and it had always consisted of her giving them a stern yet good-natured scolding to the point they apologised to her for their behaviour. This time, however, it was different. Observing the blank expression on this man's face, feeling his intimidating aura, glimpsing at his intense brown orbs; she couldn't bring herself to properly address him, let along snap at him. Therefore, without the both of them having uttered a single word to one another, she watches as the subdued man begins to walk out of her bakery. Letting out a breath she didn't realise she was holding back, she's about to return to her patbingsoo decorating when suddenly the sound of a certain familiar word reaches her ears, "Goodnight". Halting her step with her lips parting, a wide-eyed Mi-rae finds herself almost unable to comprehend what she just heard. Consumed by a world-shaking feeling, the phrase ringing in her ears over and over, she bolts towards the exit of the bakery.

It's him.

My... My actual...

My actual SOULMATE!

IT'S HIM!

It feels as if she is running in slow motion whereas her thoughts are running wild at the speed of light. She's finally met her soulmate! The one who's going to love and cherish her unconditionally! The one she's going to spend the rest of her days with, share a family with! The life she has always dreamt of is now within her reach! Euphoria wells up inside her at these thoughts yet the bitter memories from the past instantly catch up to her. All the times she cried over the loneliness she felt by his absence. Her hopes of meeting him getting shattered day after day with no sign of him. She suffered from that emptiness her whole life... All because he wasn't there, beside her! Once out of the bakery, Mi-rae doesn't need to think of the first thing she is going to say to her soulmate. Glaring at his back with tears appearing at the corner of her eyes, she lets out all the frustration she had in store for him in a single phrase, "I hate you!".

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[blue-and-grey-army]

Here!

So this is gonna be the introduction to myself and everything we’ll be doing here!

🫧I’m Zuha!

🫧I only write for BTS

🫧I’m ot7, but my weaknesses are Yoongi, JK and Namjoon.

🫧All my fics will have female reader, sorry loves.

🫧I write Poly, smut, BDSM, angst, dark themes (all with warnings)

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[prettyhobii]

HIRAETH

where seven mates meet their final missing piece.

a/n- Please note until I have the time to make edits of my work the first few chapters of this fic might be 'cringe' and bad writing. Please be patient and save the hate for someone who truly deserves it. Thankyou <3

This fic includes an OC character ‘Moon Nari.’

TW- this series WILL include distressing themes such as all forms of violence, trauma and abuse towards the mc. Smut will also be included at some point in this fic. This should end around chapter three. I will always give warnings. With that being said !MDNI!

-CHAPTER ONE-

-CHAPTER TWO-

-MESSAGE CHAPTER 1-

-MESSAGE CHAPTER 2-

-CHAPTER THREE- !MDNI! Chapter is not suitable for people with triggers mentioned above.

-CHAPTER FOUR-

-MESSAGE CHAPTER 3-

-MESSAGE CHAPTER 4-

-CHAPTER FIVE-

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[adriancatrin]

i’m over the whole concept of wips. be done already. get out of my head

#i wrote like 2k of my new soulmate au a few days ago while v drunk and haven’t gotten back to it #hm maybe i need to get drunk again ahhaha #don’t worry boys i’m well on my way #zukka #thoughts #update #i guess #i love soulmate au’s cuz they present an especially unique issue of ‘these characters will know they’re meant to be together- #-not just the reader’ #(certain kinds at least) #and it’s fun to play w that esp in enemies to lovers like zukka #my last soulmate au is so cringe to me now but it’s my top fic by FAR lol #last i checked it had over 2k kudos and like 12k hits?? that’s crazy for me for real #anyways #i suppose i’m glad y’all like them too #lolol

[totentnz]

@silverv-week day 1 // soulmates

set in: au: watch the world burn, circa 2018 v & johnny are soulmates but it's complicated, this is probably confusing for those unfamiliar with my v & my AUs but this was fun!

"you still talkin' to v?"

"who?"

"v. you two were... nevermind."

johnny hadn't seen her in months, he genuinely forgot about her. though that didn't mean he wasn't thinking about her. he used to run into her all the time - by accident, but these days she was nowhere to be found.

a cracked cellphone screen reminded him of her, about that time he asked around about her day job on a hot summer day and how he ended up at a tech shop in some alley, an annoyed v sitting inside, fixing some gonk's gunked up phone.

he entered the shop, a bell rang as he opened the door, she was unphased by the sound. the place was small and somehow it was even hotter inside. the netrunner was the only person inside though light spilled out from the room in the back. a speaker was sitting on her desk, slipknot was playing at what he guessed was maximum volume.

"you work in this dump?" he asked, his voice raised in an attempt to overpower corey taylor. v had been mouthing the lyrics of the song but stopped as soon as she heard him though she continued to move her head to the rhythm of the song.

"no, i'm here 'cause o' the wicked vibes." there was sarcasm in her voice which seemed uncalled for, this place must've been heaven for any runner, so much information was stored on these devices and folks were even paying you to take it off of them.

she was prying the protective layer off the phone in her hands when she pointed at a screen on her desk. "input whatever's wrong with it on there. then give it to me." she explained, not even looking up at him, clearly customer service wasn't her forte.

johnny wasn't here to have anything fixed however so he placed the laptop he had brought with him on her desk. "i can't help ya if ya don--" she began as she placed her tools down, clearly ready to give him an ear full but stopped when she took a look at the device.

"huh." she tilted her head and looked at him, then back at her laptop. she grabbed it and opened it up, typing something in before closing it again. "where'd you find this?"

"in my car. where ya left it." he replied and she finally looked at him now, scanning him from head to toe. she took her time and it was all there: the lingering gaze on his cock and prosthetic in combination with a quick bite on her lower lip. she knew who he was and it got him excited for the inevitable revelation.

"oh. it's you." she paused for a moment and he gave her his best shit-eating smirk - she squinted. "jimmy?"

"johnny." he corrected, there was no way she was being serious right now, she had to recognise him, he was known for more than just his music, especially in night city. "silverhand. hired ya for a gig yesterday?" he tried to jog her memory though her gaze remained unchanged.

"right, right. 'course." she pointed at his arm and then at his face, nodding. "thanks." she tapped the closed laptop with her fingers before placing it underneath her desk. she leaned back and looked at him again before resting her feet on the table. johnny pulled up a chair and sat down, crossing his arms.

"so, johnny silverhand. got a feelin' ya didn't return this outta the kindness o' ya heart." she grinned and with a flick of her wrist checked the time on her watch.

truth be told he wasn't sure why he decided to find her, if she wanted her shit back she should go look for it herself but she had intrigued him last night.

the second random encounter was perhaps the best one: he didn't expect to see her there in her stupid little borg-burger uniform, putting on her best customer service voice, being nice. he found out later that she was fired from that job, supposedly she assaulted a customer after they were being rude, that was more like her. sometimes when he would enter the diner late at night after a show there was a tinge in his chest, half expecting half hoping for her to be there but she never was there to wait his table.

when he was on stage, looking down at the pit he often thought he saw her moshing with some guy like she used to when they were... not dating but it was never her. they idea of her being there -- or perhaps her absence lit a fire in him though and the performance that followed was fuckin preem every time.

but she wasn't on his mind and he didn't want to know where she was or what she was up to. she was just another pair of tits that mixed in with countless others, a few nights of fun, meaningless.

---

"'member johnny?"

"who?"

"johnny. you got his signature on your ass?"

"riiiiight. actually, it's on my thigh."

the image of him did flick through her mind every now and then, like the dias she used to look through when she was working at the retro store.

he taught her about lucky cigarettes, cursing her with the memory of him every time she opened a new pack, maybe that was the reason she swapped to rolling her own.

she had just pulled a cigarette from a freshly opened pack and was about to start smoking it when he stopped her.

"what're ya doin'?" he almost yelled, taking a step towards her to pull it out of her mouth.

"what?!" this irritated her, she needed that smoke right now and could do without his little games.

"never heard of lucky cigs?" he placed his own cigarette between his lips and took the pack from her.

"it's a lil' ritual." he explained and with a flick of his finger he flipped the cigarette around.

"pick a random cig," he raised the hand holding the flipped one slightly.

"put it back in, that's the lucky one." he winked.

"ya don't say." she retorted, rolling her eyes and taking the pack back from him with some force.

"ya smoke that one last." he pointed at the pack and v pulled out a different cigarette, placing it between her lips.

"if anyone wants to bum one and it's the lucky one." he exhaled some smoke into the cold night air. "they buy ya a new pack." he reached into his pocket with his free hand to get his lighter.

"how often does that happen?" she asked and johnny leaned in to light it for her, the fire illuminated his face, bringing out all his beauty and flaws at the same time. as she took the first drag and their eyes locked onto each other she wondered what she looked like to him.

"more often than ya might think." he shrugged and leaned back, putting some distance between them.

occasionally when she entered the atlantis she would scan the bar for his figure, she still owed him a drink or maybe he owed one to her, she wasn't sure. she would listen to rogue talk about him - they were fucking now - and conveniently disappear whenever he would show up.

one day she noticed that there were no more samurai patches on her backpack. she did enjoy their music even before she started fucking the rocker, though she never admitted that to him. the patches were constantly rearranged and maybe she had forgotten to sew those back on, replaced them with other bands, better bands.

after some time she forgot all about him. she knew who johnny silverhand was, especially after he went out with a bang, but none of the moments they shared were attached to that name, he was some guy she had fun with, nothing more.

#sammy says shit #sammy writes shit #silvervweek #otp; just the two of us #au: watch the world burn #oc:v #not to sound like a broken record but i needed to stop looking at this LMAO #as usual im not satisfied with it but i dont think i will ever be #still fun though #to elaborate a little: v and johnny *are* soulmates #but that doesnt mean they always end up with each other for good #in this they think about each other all the time but then ... also forget they remembered? you know memory is funny and all that

[padfootastic]

Day 31 - Color

written for @prongsfoot-microfic (tis a soulmate AU this time!!!)

Sirius always knew how his life would go. He came into the world seeing black and white, like everyone else, and he’d go out of it the same way, unlike everyone else.

What, after all, was there for people like him who didn’t have a soulmate out there?

You wretched boy, you don’t deserve one.

Not color, that was for sure.

Unloved, a burden, useless to everyone around you.

And he was okay with it, really. He’d grown up with the finest in life, never wanting for anything (except what a man really needed), perhaps a bit rougher up here and there but intact, in the end.

Who would ever want you?

He’d gotten used to dealing with the pity when he couldn’t identify the color of the sky, the oceans, his lover’s eyes. It was fine, he was fine.

He was unloveable, and the sky was an unremarkable grey and the sun rose in the east. A constant mantra in his heart, etched into his his soul. Unforgettable.

He was fine.

Until he met James Potter. And then suddenly, he wasn’t.

The first time they kissed, starbursts of color branded the inside of his eyelids, making him cry out in pain and agony and such delirious hope that he’d scared James into desperate panic. He could remember hands fluttering around him, helpless to do anything but watch him fight the feeling, even as he was going through the same. He remembered the tenderness with which James kissed his eyelids, his tears, over and over and over again, the entire night.

He could feel the shackles around his heart breaking, slowly crumbling into dust every time he touched James. Could see his mother’s words fade away into nothingness. The orange and pink and purples of the evening sky, the blue and black and green of the oceans, the hazel of his soulmate’s eyes.

Not grey, though, not ever, not as long as he had James.

Sirius never took his colors for granted after that.

#sirius black #james potter #bambibelle #prongsfoot microfics #soulmates au #guys!!! #warnings for an off-screen walburga black #this is my first time writing this trope!! #i’m v happy with how it came out ngl #i’ve said this before and i’ll keep saying it #but the microfics were a GENIUS idea #i have never written such variety ever #pen’s writing #tumblr works

[harpers-tartarus]

GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS FOLKS

#the golden sun crap #the edling soulmate au #fanfic updates #edling #edling fic #ishvalan au #parental team mustang #parental roy mustang #the epic flame v fullmetal fight #lol #fma #fma au #fma fic

[milflewis]

... ferwis

“There have been a lot of reports about, ah, tension in the garage between the two of you, Fernando, and of course, we have all seen what has happened on track.”

There is a ripple of laughter through the room, shuffling in seats. A pen clicks, once, twice. Lewis isn’t smiling in the seat beside him, staring right ahead, face perfectly relaxed, mouth loose. The balaclava lines on his cheeks have faded.

Fernando smiles, slow. He is careful about how much teeth he shows. He doesn’t need another lecture from Ron tonight. He wants to get back to the hotel early. “So you say.”

It’s hard to see their face, whoever is asking this inane question, the lights bright and the people boring. Still, Fernando likes to imagine they’re unsettled.

A throat clears. “Yes, well, I suppose my question is: do you anticipate things between you getting any worse? Or will you find some common ground?”

“What is this, couples counselling? Are we married?”

More laughter. Kimi blinks beside him. Fernando watches Lewis let himself laugh, out of the side of his mouth, short and polite. He wonders, not for the first time, if Ron cut their hair so Fernando wouldn’t pull Lewis’s out.

“We are racing drivers, yes? And we are here to win. Or. At least one of us is.” Furious scribbling. It is worth the inevitable lecture to watch Lewis dig his nail into his thumb, trying not to roll his eyes. “We’re teammates, not friends.”

Fernando smiles and it’s close mouthed and hungry. “It’s not like we’re soulmates or anything.”

That makes Lewis, finally, look at him. Eyes wide and startled for a split second. There is something hard and sore spreading through Fernando’s chest. It has teeth and it tastes like pure starving rage. The soulmark across his ribs stings.

It matches the one on Lewis’s back.

Lewis is making the face that he does when he desperately wants to laugh.

“Can you imagine,” he starts, eyelashes needlessly long and dark. “That would be something.”

More laughing. Cameras go off and lights flash. Fernando never goes looking for those pictures.

Six races later, Kimi takes the championship and Fernando makes three more soulmate jokes to the press and Lewis finishes before him, acting like it’s something more than it is, and Fernando leaves. He’s still trying to figure out which part is what Lewis refuses to forgive him for.

#one day i will write a soulmate au for them and it will be so v v rancid and they won’t even end up together in the end but it will be Epic #ferwis #one! braincell bestie #little fics #niamh.asks

[n2-crisis]

You know, a V/Delamain soulmate AU would be hilarious to write. Change nothing else about the world, just, fuck you, your soulmate is a sentient taxi service

#cyberpunk #v cyberpunk #delamain #cyberpunk 2077 #fanfiction #soulmate aus #soulmates #soulmarks

[author-ssi]

Expectancy ~KTH

{Part II}

➜Pairing: Kim Taehyung x OC

➜Genre: Soulmate AU, Fluff, (Slight) Angst, (Slight) Smut, Series

Warnings: None for this part

➜Word Count: 2.7k

➜Summary: The first words soulmates ever speak to one another are written on each other's body - and those very first words immensely daunt famous CEO Kim Taehyung, to the point he's dreading to meet his own soulmate.

Kim Taehyung

A variety of scenarios would, more often than not, cross Taehyung's mind regarding his first meeting with his soulmate and more specifically, what would follow after his soulmate's first words to him. Ranging from dealing with an outburst of frustration and sorrow to a response of a playful and harmless nature, he had pondered over all the possible courses those three dreadful words would lead to. Thus, he would be lying if he claimed that facing the teary-eyed girl now, wasn't one of the predicted outcomes. Even so, he still remains at a loss; cluelessly staring at her as she attempts to wipe her tears away with her sleeve-covered fists.

His heart broke at the sight.

Unhesitatingly taking a step closer, he soon embraces the weeping girl. Wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to his body. In this moment, Taehyung feels as if he's just put the last piece missing in the puzzle of his life. Yet, one question still lingers in his mind, "Why exactly do you hate me?". It seems insensible and selfish of him to raise that kind of question right now but he's so desperate to know that it just slipped out. Alas, his response comes in the form of a small whimper soon progressing into another surge of more intense crying. Taehyung's eyes widen at the sight of the inconsolable girl in his arms and he hastily blurts out the first words of comfort that come to mind, "A-ah, it's fine. Hey, it's okay. Shh shh".

Several reassuring strokes on her back later, when her crying begins to cease, the girl in his arms lifts her head to face him. Breath getting caught in his throat, Taehyung instantly commits her beautiful features to memory. Vibrant brown eyes, bow-shaped coral lips, a mole under the corner of her left eye; on which he's almost tempted to lay a kiss, right then and there. He resists this sudden urge and instead focuses on the red hues that have appeared on her cheeks. Briefly wondering whether the reason behind them is the embarrassment from being close to him or the chill of the evening breeze, he eventually opts in favour of the second one, "You must be starting to get cold. We could go back inside to talk, if you want to". Removing his hands from around her slim figure, Taehyung offers her a small, slightly awkward smile. Brown eyes melting into their counterpart, he swears he can make out the contemplation in them as she gathers her thoughts trying to come up with what to do. "No. I don't want to go back inside, I'll just close early today". Her voice bears the same intensity her first words to him had. However, noting that she hasn't distanced herself from him yet nor shown any intention of rejecting him, he decides to take a chance...

"Alright then. Shall we go somewhere to talk, just the two of us?", he offers an earnest suggestion along with a charming smile. Either way, the worst she can do is decline in which case his alternative is to allow her some space for the time being. I could always drop by to see her tomorrow! "We could go to your place. But first, give me a moment to close the shop. Okay?", her firm tone underlines the words that leave her mouth, as if she's issuing a command rather than asking permission. He brushes it off though, this being the last thing he was expecting to hear, so he finds himself excited and optimistic by this unexpected turn of events. Be that as it may, he tries to play it cool while trying to convince himself not to get his hopes up. "Okay, I'll wait for you in the car", he answers having put on an aloof façade and offering her an easy-going smile before temporarily parting ways. Once inside the car, Taehyung takes off his mask and earbuds feeling like he's finally able to breathe. Not only is he shocked from having finally met his soulmate but also startled and at the same time impressed with her unexpected boldness; in other words, his mind is in disarray. He still can't believe he found her out of nowhere at a regular bakery, of all places! To think I might have walked out on her without ever knowing... Looking down at his soulmate tattoo, now visible from behind his watch, he smiles fondly. If it weren't for these words, he would have never met this empowered yet meek-looking young woman. Thinking back to their interaction, it seems like he was under pressure whenever she spoke or looked at him with her firm gaze. Even then, Taehyung was mesmerised by her vibrant eyes and melodic voice. It feels like he is familiarised with her, like she's seen right into his soul.

Hence the word 'soulmate', I guess...

The opening of the door from the passenger's side of the car brings Taehyung back to reality as he turns to look at his soulmate, who's quietly settling herself on the passenger's seat and proceeds to put on her seatbelt. He sheepishly rubs his chin in order to resist the temptation of reaching out and taking her hand in his own. He'll have to hold back; at least for now. Starting the car back on, he enters the highway about to head to the direction of his house when suddenly he is remined of his previous destination. "Would you mind if we made a small stop on the way?", he says indirectly asking for permission, to make sure she's okay with it. Thankfully, she is and Taehyung wastes no time to take the next exit, feeling glad he won't leave little Ae-cha disappointed. Plus, that way, he'll get to break out the news to them sooner rather than later. He smiles happily, feeling lucky that his soulmate is so understanding which also makes him less nervous to introduce her to them when the time comes. And that's when it hits him; he hasn't even asked her name! "We never got the chance to introduce ourselves, did we?", he sheepishly chuckles turning to face her after stopping at a red light. "You're right but you really don't need to introduce yourself to me, I already know who you are", she brushed him off briefly glancing his way before looking out the window. "Still, I think it's only right for me to introduce myself to my soulmate. So, I'm Kim Taehyung. Nice to meet you", he insists, not at all discouraged by her blunt words. He extends his hand to shake hers with his signature boxy smile, slightly thrilled to have an excuse to touch her once more. "I'm Kang Mi-rae", she proceeds to introduce herself as well, placing her hand in his and firmly shaking it.

She's guarded.

Be it the fact that she has barely met his gaze since getting in the car or how quickly she pulls her hand away from his after their handshake... Taehyung doesn't find it hard at all to draw that conclusion.

A few moments of silence later, he finally pulls up his car in front of a rather large yet lovely family house, "I'll be right back". After receiving a small nod of affirmation from Mi-Rae, he gets out of the car with the bag of hotteok in hand walking up to the door. After a couple of knocks, it flings open and the next thing he knows is an excited Ae-cha tightly hugging his legs, "You finally came!". Feeling his heart melt, he wastes no time to pick her up in his arms. "I did and guess what... I have a little surprise for you", he whispers playfully, delighting in the way her eyes sparkle at his words. "A surprise!? What is it!? Tell me!", she asks impatiently with an enthusiastic grin. Raising his hand that's holding the hotteok, in front of her line of vision, Taehyung lets out a laugh when he sees her bursting in a series of giddy squeals. He hands it over to her, softly pecking her cheek in the process. "Oh, Taehyung! Welcome!", a female voice interrupts their heartwarming moment as a woman approaches the two of them at the threshold. "Mum! Look, hotteok!", announces a thrilled Ae-cha to her mother who smiles warmly in return. "Wow, why don't you go eat them with the banana milk Dad bought for you yesterday?", she offers reaching out her hands to embrace her daughter. "Yeah", little Ae-cha agrees reaching for her too and soon finding herself in her darling mother's arms. "Aren't you going to come in?", the woman addressed Taehyung placing her hand cosily on his shoulder. With a slightly disappointed look taking over his face, he shakes his head negatively before responding, "Well, you see, something came up...", he mutters rubbing the nape of his neck sheepishly.

Kang Mi-rae

Waiting in the car for him to get back wasn't a problem for Mi-rae. She needed the time to take it all in, anyway. Long story short, she met her soulmate and instead of running into his arms blissfully, she uttered the worst thing she could possibly say to him. "I hate you". Who says that to a guy they've just met!? And on top of that, proceed to cry their eyes out instead of explaining themselves!? Not to mention bluntly demanding to head to his house and then being gruff while he's simply trying to engage her in conversation!? What is wrong with her!? The way she's acting, he must be thinking she's mentally unstable! Even if he does though, he is definitely not showing it. Far from it actually! Taehyung actually reacted to her absurd meltdown calmly and even brushed off her offish behaviour that followed after it. She's on the verge of blushing again, merely by the memory of how he was holding her so close to him not so long ago. She can recall the dismay in his tone when he asked her why she hated him. If only instead of crying, she told him how far from the truth that is... She doesn't hate him, not at all! She hates how long it took for him to find her. Not that it's his fault, it is just the way the universe works. She sees it now... It is meant for it to take so long; the longer it takes, the more healing it'll be. She can already sense it... Her past struggles and never-ending loneliness fade away the more time she spends with him.

Bitter thoughts aside, Mi-rae always knew that if she were to meet her soulmate, she would love him more than any other woman has ever loved a man. She would not pay mind to his background, financial or social. She would simply love the man she was destined by the universe to be with. For him to turn out to be Kim Taehyung of all people, is an entirely different issue. You'd have to be living under a rock in order not to be aware of the infamous CEO who goes by the name of Kim Taehyng. Even if she wanted to avoid knowledge of him, she couldn't, since he has been appearing on the cover of almost every magazine with a topic on celebrities. As far as she can remember, there has always been an article or sometimes even an entire section dedicated to him alone! Whether it be actual facts or mere rumours about him, the editors never missed the opportunity to publish every piece of information they had gotten their hands on. How does she know all this? Obviously, Mi-rae's not the type to read such magazines; but her friends are! They all had a major crush on Kim Taehyung and never missed a single opportunity to suck in all the information and rumours circling around him. Even if that was before they had found their soulmates, considering who ended up being her own, she now regrets not paying attention to her friends going on and on about him. Mi-rae sighs regrettably as she turns her gaze to check on what her soulmate is doing.

Is that a woman holding a child the one he's talking to!?

Eyes widening, she cranes her neck to get a better view, frowning at the sight. Don't tell me he has a family! No way, he's known to be a bachelor! But what if he's managed to keep this part of his private life a secret!? But why would he come here now? Probably to let his wife know about him finding his soulmate and assuring her that he's going to reject- Enough, enough! Ask him to clarify his intentions when he gets back. No sooner had she collected herself than Taehyung got in the car. "Sorry to have kept you waiting but I needed to deliver hotteok to my little girl, she was craving it!", he offers her an apologetic smile and puts on his seatbelt before starting the car. "Was that your daughter?", is the question that never becomes audible; the words caught in Mi-rae's throat dreading the affirmative answer that might follow it. Instead, a good-natured smile is shown in return, "Don't worry about it".

After a quiet 10-minute car ride, Taehyung finally pulls up in front of his house. House, more like a mansion! Stepping out of the car first, he opens the door for her and holds out his hand. Placing her small hand in his large one - hoping he won't notice it slightly trembling - she glances at him with a tense expression before stepping out of the car herself and letting him show her the way. Once inside his house slash mansion, Taehyung lets go of her hand to remove his coat and she's suddenly overtaken by an unprecedented feeling of emptiness. Not the emptiness she has felt before; that lonesome and unfulfilling sentiment, but rather a sense of yearning for skinship - one that seems only he can satisfy. The touch of his hands on her shoulders instantly diminishes the feeling and she whips her head towards him only to see him smiling at her affectionately. Slightly pulling on her coat gesturing his intention to help her take it off, he pulls it off her shoulders and then her arms. She notes that she's extremely aware of every part of her body that his hands brush upon. Pivoting herself to face him, she watches as he hangs the two coats. "Do you mind if I change into something more comfortable?", his request breaks her out of her staring. "Not at all".

Sat in a comfy armchair is how she decides to wait for him, her eyes scanning the space around her while her thoughts swirl in uneasiness. All she wants to do is lose herself in his arms, diving into the warmth of his embrace but- How can she do that if there's already a woman he's chosen to hold like this!? I have to ask him! What I'll do with the answer- Well, it depends on the answer! "I'm back, sorry to keep you waiting yet again", his apology falls on deaf ears when she raises her gaze towards him.

How can someone's appearance be so simple and so flawless at the same time...?

This man... He's utter perfection.

Clearing her throat to compose herself, she rises from her seat before he gets the chance to approach her. "It's fine. Actually, I have something I want to ask you", she manages to keep her tone steady and serious despite being overwhelmed by dread. Taking a step closer to her, he envelopes her hands in his, looking directly into her eyes; his gaze so intense it feels like it can pierce right through her. "You can ask me anything, sweetheart", he says in a voice so low it almost resembles a purr. In an attempt to ignore the goosebumps that immediately spread on her body and the fastened beating of her heart, she focuses on uttering her question. "I-I... I wanted to a-ask you... if you... Um", she stumbles through her words unable to tear her gaze off of him. Her fidgety state distracts her from noticing the way Taehyung starts leaning towards her. Wait, is he going to ki-! "Was that woman earlier your wife!?", she ends up almost shrieking at his face with her eyes shut fearfully. She didn't want to phrase it so bluntly but what's done is done. All that's left now is his next words and whether they're going to leave her relieved or broken...

#bts #bts x oc #kim taehyung #v #bts fluff #kim taehyung fluff #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #taehyung smut #taehyung x oc #bts taehyung #bts v #soulmate au #soulmates

[v-thinks-on]

Phoenix Wright has been out at sea for three days. He has no more food and his water is almost gone. The sun beats down on his bare shoulders. Exhausted, he lies back in his little wooden boat and squints up at the bright blue sky.

He doesn’t expect to hear a voice calling to him; he assumes it must be the delirium setting in. When it becomes more insistent, he finally pushes himself upright to at least see what his brain thinks all the commotion is about.

“What are you doing here?” The sounds finally coalesce into coherent words, even if their source isn’t coherent.

Only a few feet away from the side of the boat, there’s a man’s torso sticking out of the water. He’s entirely naked except for a small, tight harness on his chest that looks like a fine fishnet, and Phoenix isn’t quite delirious enough not to notice how it accentuates the man’s figure. However, the man's handsome face looks haggard, thin and tired.

(Read More on AO3)

#v writes #Ace Attorney #WrightWorth #NaruMitsu #Phoenix Wright #Miles Edgeworth #merman au #soulmates #trans man edgeworth #Battleship exchange #another AU inspired entirely by the tags we needed at the time

[jvngkook97]

Tattooed Heart

pairing; non-idol!taehyung, tattoo artist!taehyung, ex!taehyung x non-idol!reader, college student!reader, ex!reader ft. Jungkook

genre; angst, fluff, smut, exes to lovers, ex au, tattoo artist au, soulmate au

warnings; tons of angst, cursing, implied non explicit smut, jealousy, reader is not going to take any of taehyung’s shit, both are petty assholes tbh, Jungkook’s thighs make an appearance you’ve been warned

rating; 18+ minors dni

w/c; 10,702 if you read this, bless ur soul

a/n; didn’t know I needed a tattoo artist au of taehyung until the plot came to me. y’all may need a cold shower after this one. like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated. love u all ok bye

soulmate au masterlist ~ coming soon!

Never in your wildest dreams did you think you would be stepping foot in this shithole of a place that you once called home. Yet here you were, courtesy of your best friend of 10+ years getting married at an age too young for your liking, but having found her soulmate, why should she waste any time? You wondered if you would’ve done the same had the roles been reversed. Nah, probably not.

Letting out a rather unladylike snort in the high end bar where the bachelorette party was taking place, people who you just met for the first time that day staring at you with odd looks, you downed your fourth or fifth shot of Jack Daniel’s of the night. Enjoying the way the subtle burn trailed down your throat, you reminisced on a time that you thought was long forgotten. One where you first met who you truly believed was going to be the love of your life, forever.

His name? Kim Taehyung.

Then

You guys first me when you were 15, and he was 16. You were young, you were dumb, and you were broke. Both of you coming from poverty, you vowed to not let your hometown swallow you up like it’s done majority of its residents. Agreeing to help each other whenever possible in order to achieve that goal. But there was one solid rule, you never leave a man behind.

Maybe you should’ve revised it differently. Changed it to never leave your best friend behind. Though you know that probably wouldn’t of made any difference either. Considering that’s exactly what happened when his self made tattoo business started gaining momentum almost 2 years later after making the pact. Some big shot conglomerate willing to take his talents to newfound heights he could never accomplish in your dreary town.

When he first told you of the news that he was getting invested in by the one and only Bang PD, you were ecstatic, overjoyed even for him. Cause it was that day you saw him truly believe in himself for once, something you’ve always tried yourself to get him to see but could never quite get it through that thick skull of his. And if it took a world renowned tattoo artist that he’s looked up to for years to do it, then so be it. It was during his ramblings that he let one little detail slip past his supple, and equally as kissable, lips. Not that you’ve ever kissed before in real life, but the dream version of him was very talented, in many ways.

So imagine to his surprise, it was you that brought up the life altering fact. The words coming from your mouth, sounding foreign. Like you shouldn’t of been saying them to begin with. It wasn’t until his reaction to your words surfaced, did you finally believe it was real. He was leaving you. Leaving you behind.

That’s when you made the one last ditch effort to selfishly try and keep him within your grasp, within your town, with you. You named the many reasons you love him. You confessed your desires, your hopes, your dreams. All of them included the two of you together. The two of you intimately together, where he was equally in love with you the same way you were with him and you both could live your teenage dream version of reality you dreamt up in your head since you first met him. All of it was futile for the freshly turned 18 year old. The now legal adult in him having matured him overnight, it seems. It was now your turn to be surprised.

The words dripped from his lips as if they were the blood from the metaphorical knife he was digging into your heart.

“But I’m not in love with you, y/n!”

And sometime in the late night, long after you were home alone in your 17 year old bed crying your eyes out from the now broken heart you had to nurture back to being whole by yourself, he left.

A few months later, you would then meet your current best friend, Reina. And the rest, as they say, was history.

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Now

Finishing your now sixth or seventh drink of the night, you knew you needed to start drinking water. Waving the bartender down, who was thoroughly relieved that they didn’t have to cut you off themselves, they set a glass of ice cold water down in front of you with a trained smile.

It was while you were drinking the cold beverage, that you realized someone was trying to initiate a conversation with you from the occupied barstool next to you. Finally giving them the luxury of your precious time, you turned your head to look at them, or moreso to see if you deemed them worthy of being your sexual release for the night.

The first thing you noticed about them was the piercings that adorned their face so perfectly. The next thing was their soft, warm, brown eyes. Which led down to their lips where a lip piercing was placed rather methodically in your opinion, cause now you wanted nothing more then to know how the said piercing would feel between your thighs. A thought that made you suck your bottom lip in between your teeth in anticipation. But what really sealed the deal, was his bad boy attire he donned. From his leather jacket, to his black denim jeans, even to his laced up, black platform boots that encased his feet. You were hooked.

Lost in your lust induced haze, the male you just checked out was attempting to get you to talk, again. Oh shit, he was going to think you were some loon now with the way you were just staring at him without replying back.

Clearing your throat, you broke yourself out of your sinful thoughts and acknowledged the beautiful male specimen in front of you with a sultry smile and half lidded eyes.

“I’m sorry, what did you say, sir?” The dark look that fell over his face at your quite normal addressing of the male didn’t go unnoticed by you. Ah, you smirked inwardly, he has a ‘sir’ kink. Good to know for later on, so you kept that little fact locked in your memories.

A tattoo covered hand was holding his drink of choice in a soft grip, before it was brought up to his lips as you watched closely how they molded with the glass in a way that shouldn’t be arousing you so much, but it was. His tongue coming to poke out and taste the liquid courage as it slithered down his throat, where his Adam’s apple was bobbing due to the swallowing actions. Your breathing hitched not of your own accord, a sound that made the male smirk at you knowingly.

Not so subtly rubbing your thighs together, the male brought a large ring clad hand to settle on top of the thigh that was closest to him. Rubbing soothing circles, he then kneaded the top of your thigh gently, but firmly. His action causing the hem of your dress to ride up, and with it being short to begin with, was barely leaving anything to the male’s imagination. Not that he minded, or you for that matter.

Tilting his head towards the direction of the bathrooms, he silently asked you a question with a uncharacteristic bunny toothed smile adorning his lips. Watching his lip piercing strain to stay in from the sudden wide display, you licked your own lips and grabbed the hand that was still on your thigh. Angling your body further towards the male, you used the obscure angle and dim lighting throughout the bar to your advantage. Sliding the male’s hand underneath your dress, you placed his hand near your clothed core.

He let out a low, gutteral groan at your lewd action, feeling the warmth that emanated from between your thighs. Copying your movements, he angled his body even closer to yours, effectively cutting off the bottom half of your body with one of his thick thighs that he considered a blessing at this moment. Yet he kept his hand where it was, not moving an inch without your consent. With locked eyes, you brought his hand up that last inch. It was all the answer he needed, and then he was hooked.

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The lone male walked out of the bar exuding an aura of content, passing a hand through his now disheveled hair, and started walking down the street light covered sidewalk towards his roommates area of business. Like clockwork, you walked out not even five minutes later, exuding the same contentment as your prior male counterpart for the evening, applying a new layer of lipstick that came off during your activities, and began walking on the same sidewalk in the opposite direction towards the hotel you were staying at until the wedding was over.

Considering his roommates business was only a few blocks away from his usual hunting grounds, he made it into the little establishment within minutes. His roommate having just finished up the last client of the night, sending them off with a polite smile and a ‘please come again’.

His roommate looked at the male that just came into his work with a roll of his eyes followed by a look of disgust. His entire body laid limp on the black couch at the front of his studio, normally housing his clients, with an ‘I just got laid’ kind of posture. Locking the studio door, he turned the lights off on the ‘Open’ neon sign that hung in the window, signaling to passerbys that it was closed.

“Seriously, dude. Again? That’s three nights in a row! Are you seeing the same woman? At the same prissy bar?” The roommate questioned in feigned amusement. Hitting the male’s feet off his couch to make room for himself, the roommate plopped down on the couch next to him, waiting to hear of the male’s recent sexcapade.

The male just grinned at his roommate in excitement. Wanting him to ask the question first, before he laid out all the juicy details. Throwing his head back against the couch with his eyes closed, the roommate claimed defeat and asked the dreaded question.

“Who was it this time, Jungkook? The lady from the bookstore? The one from the supermarket? Or, maybe the single mom from the cafe down the street?” The list honestly could’ve gone on longer, but those seemed to be on the top of his list majority of his time, so he started there.

Jungkook, the lone male from the bar, looked at his roommate with a shit eating grin.

“None of them. She was new in town.” He casually said in a way that made his roommate sit up straight and stare him in the eyes in genuine shock.

“A newbie? No wonder they gave in so easily.” He replied with a humorless chuckle before asking another question.

“Did you at least get a name this time around?”

“Nope. No name. But–,” Jungkook drug out the word before revealing his big find of the night.

“I did find her tattoo.” He stated with a cocky grin, one his roommate unfortunately saw all too much on his friend’s face.

“For real. You found her tattoo? What was it of?” He asked in genuine curiosity.

“A heart.” He started to describe the tattoo to the awaiting male across from him. The roommate sagging in disappointment at the bland tattoo description, before Jungkook finished his description. And this time, his roommates eyes widened in horror.

“It was an anatomical heart. With chains wrapped around it.” Jungkook closed his eyes to remember it in vivid detail, going on to say even how he found it, not noticing the look that was stuck on his roommates face, now turned to one of pure anger.

He was going to kill Jungkook.

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Drying your hair off after the shower you just took to cleanse your body of your quick hook up of the night, you threw the cheap, yet equally impressive tight blonde wig that you were wearing for the night, forced on you by the bridal party due to losing a game, into the trash bin. You had no clue how it stayed on the whole night, but it did, flawlessly. You then decided to text your best friend, Reina, that you were in the questionable safety of your cheap hotel room and in fact didn’t get murdered, yet.

She immediately called you and asked for the details, having witnessed you head off with the no named gentleman. Reina didn’t even know who it was, not really getting a good look herself in the lighting of the bar. Even though she was about to get married to the love of her life, her soulmate, she liked to still live the single life through you and your sexual endeavors.

And who were you to deprive your best friend? So, you droned on and on about how amazing the sex was, even in the small confines of the bathroom stall that housed your sinful actions for the night. Telling her that your first experience with a lip piercing was every bit just as wonderful as you imagined it would be. Even his skilled, ring clad, tattooed hands were able to drive you over the edge countless times before he even let you touch him. And not to even get you started on that man’s mouth that you swear made you see galaxies in your eyes. Unfortunately, that’s as far as it went, considering neither of you carried a condom on your person to go further, which you would have otherwise.

But if there’s one good thing your mother ever taught you in your shitty upbringing?

Never have sex without a condom.

Feeling yourself get flustered all over again, it’s like you could still feel the ghost of his hands and mouth on your body, your hand mindlessly trailed its way to the tattoo that adorned your hip, tracing it with your fingertips. An action that was intimately performed by your hook up of the night a few hours prior. Reina gave out her own sigh of content through the phone as if the obscene acts were performed on her own body and she was blissfully as content as you were in that moment. During her single days, believe it or not, she was worse with one night stands than you were. Which is why you’re so surprised she’s getting married in a few days. You’ll admit though, when she first met Kim Seokjin, she became a better version of herself. And he was a really good guy. They were the perfect, cringey, lovesick couple. And you couldn’t be happier for them.

That kind of relationship just wasn’t for you though. Unlike others who you know frown at your way of living, you personally thrive off of it. You consider hook ups as a way of relieving your pent up stress from life and from college. Having landed a scholarship to a pretty average university, with the help of Reina, you were able to leave your hometown and pursue something better for yourself. An option you would much rather prefer than wallowing in your own self pity. Constantly being reminded on a daily basis wherever you walked and looked of memories from a past life, or more specifically, memories that pertained a certain someone.

Completely zoning out on the phone, your best friend gave out a loud yawn and a ‘goodnight bitch’, before abruptly hanging up on you. Settling yourself underneath the blankets that held a stench of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume, you closed your eyes, and instantly fell asleep from exhaustion. ‘Only two more days’ was the last thought to cross your mind before darkness took over, and the face of a long lost love embedded itself to the forefront of your dreams.

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Jungkook ducked behind one of the empty client chairs, narrowly avoiding getting pegged in the face by a stapler, courtesy of his roommate.

“Taehyung, come on man, you’re being completely unreasonable! How was I–,” he was cut off trying to avoid yet another random object being chucked at him that littered the front desk of his best friend’s tattoo parlor.

“YOU FUCKED MY SOULMATE YOU ASSHOLE!”

Jungkook let out a whimper upon hearing the voice of his best friend, Kim Taehyung, bellow at him in a menacing voice. One full of potential murder, if he was being honest.

“Technically, there wasn’t any penetration if it makes you feel better, cause we didn’t have a cond–,” this time he was successfully hit on the side of his face by a sample tattoo book customers can look through to get ideas. The hit making him fatally land on his back on the cold, hard, black and white checkered flooring that went throughout the studio.

“It doesn’t, in fact, make me feel better, Jungkook.” He glared at the male that now curled himself into a fetal position on the floor, anticipating the wailing he was going to get from the older male. He closed his eyes tightly, and waited. Until nothing happened.

Sighing in exhaustion, Taehyung lightly kicked the male on the floor with the steel toe of his boot, before starting to collect all the objects he threw in frustration and anger. Now coming to his senses since he was able to hit his mark, said mark being Jungkook’s face.

Pursing his lips, his eyebrows furrowed in careful thought as he bent over, still collecting the random items. Straightening back up, he walked back over to the front desk to set them all back accordingly. Once he was done, he looked back up to see Jungkook cradling the side of his face that got hit, sitting once again on the black couch.

Walking over to the couch himself, Taehyung joined his best friend and roommate. Facing forward with his elbows on his knees, he clasped his hands together and set his chin on top of them, gears still turning in his head over Jungkook’s sudden fateful encounter.

“You said she was new to town?”

Nodding his head, Jungkook remembered a little more detail about the mystery female he has yet to mention to his roommate.

“Yeah. She came along with that bachelorette group. You know, for Reina. Cause she’s getting married in two days.” Jungkook stated factually.

Taehyung just ‘hmmed’ in response. He honestly had no fucking clue who this woman could be. The only person he could think of was one he’s tried to keep out of his mind for the last ten years since he first left this town. Though he’s found, since coming back to open a studio, that even though you’re not physically there in front of him, your memory is. And he thinks the constant barrage of memories is more fatal than you could ever be.

But even knowing that he may run into you while looking for his soulmate, he was determined to find them. Maybe she’s the reason he got a spontaneous call that he should open up a tattoo parlor in the very area he once lived, or survived, more like it. Otherwise, he never would’ve came close to this life draining town to begin with.

“So, you’re soulmate, huh? How does that make you feel?” Jungkook asked, wondering if his best friend was ready to meet his soulmate, here, of all places.

“It feels–,” his forehead furrowed in thought, pointer finger coming up to his mouth subconsciously to chew on the tip of his fingernail. A nervous habit he has yet to break out of. “–I feel,” he corrected his grammar as an afterthought, “like everything just makes sense now. Why else would I come here?” He asked looking at Jungkook.

Jungkook shrugged his shoulders in response.

“Other than to get even more rich off the new location? Love, it seems. You’re one lucky fucker, you know that?” Jungkook smiled enviously.

Taehyung snorted at his friends words, but didn’t disagree. Cause he was right. He was living a life he only ever dreamt of having, growing up in the town that he did. And he’s so close to finding his soulmate, he could feel it. He inwardly cringed, wondering if the only way he was somewhat feeling his soulmates presence was because of his best friend next to him getting intimate with them, so their aura still exudes from his body. It made him glare at Jungkook with narrow eyes.

“You need to take a shower.” He stated bluntly at the male, who only frowned in confusion, lifting the collar of his leather jacket up to his face to sniff it non discreetly.

“What? Why? All I smell is my cologne mixed with that woman’s perf–,” his eyes widened comically, as he abruptly stopped his train of thought, before slowly turning his head to peek at his best friend behind his hair. Yep, he was mad, again.

Jungkook fumbled back onto his feet in the now eerily silent tattoo parlor, and realized it was his time to get the hell out of there before his best friend started throwing furniture at his face instead.

“You know what? You’re right! As always. I’m just gonna head out and take that shower now, see you later–,” Jungkook angled his body and stepped towards the door located a few steps in front of him, unlocking it he risked another glance at Taehyung still seated on the couch. But now he held a grip of a pillow that was once secured on the couch, and widened his eyes, knowing he was in position to chuck it at him. Nope, not again. Thinking quick on his feet, he bolted past the now open threshold and shut the door behind him, hearing the tall tale ‘SMACK’ of an object hitting the glass door behind him. “Bye!” He yelled outside through the door with a cheeky grin and wave, before briskly walking down the sidewalk back to his unfortunately shared apartment with Taehyung. He just needed to make it in time to lock himself in his room before Taehyung made it back home.

Taehyung fluffed the pillow, picking it up off the floor and laid it back in its spot on the couch. Placing his hands on his hips, he looked at the tattoo parlor in deep thought. His soulmate, he chuckled to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. Lifting the bottom half of his shirt up with one hand, he looked down and pulled the hem of his pants down an inch with his other and looked at the tattoo that was located on the spot just beneath where his waist band hid it perfectly. His soulmate tattoo.

An anatomically correct heart, with chains wrapped around it.

He remembers the night it was engraved into his skin in vivid detail. The clock just hitting midnight, meaning he was officially 18 and a legal adult. And just like everyone else in the world when they turned 18, he anticipated the burn that would follow shortly after. But not even textbooks, teachers, or his deadbeat parents, could properly describe the pain he felt as he laid on his lone mattress of a bed that was on the floor next to the window. His only source of light coming from the moon reflected through said window to encase his body in a magical glow he only saw in his head. Nor the relief that flooded his body as soon as it was done, and the clock read 12:01 in blaring white numbers from the digital clock precariously placed on the top of his makeshift nightstand of books, boxes and DVDs that was ready to collapse at a moment’s notice.

It only fueled the young adult with renewed determination to leave the small town. The only regret he would have, was breaking his promise and leaving you behind with it. But he needed to be set free from the cage he was living in and spread his wings. Not knowing he would soon become an Icarus that would fly too close to the sun.

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Clapping loudly, you joined the raucous cheers of excitement for the now newly wed couple, your best friend winking at you as she walked by you to head down the aisle with her husband, Jin. You followed closely behind with your partner for the wedding, the best man of the groom’s side on arm. You two leading the rest of the bridal and groom party in a path that will lead to the tent where the reception was being held for the after party.

Now it was time to let loose.

You beelined it to the free open bar for those who participated in the wedding. The perks of being the maid of honor, you thought slyly, clinking your glass with the best man’s. Both of you instantly chugging the liquor of choice in seconds, giving the glasses to the bartender to refill shortly after. Lord knows you both needed it, having to deal with the bridezilla, Reina.

Min Yoongi, said best man, gave your arm a gentle squeeze and let you know he was going to head over to congratulate the couple. You waved your hand at him in turn, silently telling him to go on without you. Right now, you just needed a breather. And you weren’t going to find that within this close body, sweat inducing, tent you were in.

Clutching the glass in your hand, you made your way to the opening of the tent, and walked out into the now fresh air of the garden that surrounded where the reception was taking place. The scent of roses wafted into your nostrils within seconds as you continued on your footpath, lifting the hem of your dress up with the other hand not holding your drink to walk in a faster pace towards your destination, the large fountain of Aphrodite.

It was extremely fitting, having the erected and perfectly posed statue of Aphrodite, the goddess of love herself, to look over and witness the vows that were spoken between two soulmate’s this evening. Giving the statue a mock salute with your glass in the air, you tilted your head back and chugged your drink.

Then, out of nowhere from behind you, you heard a voice you haven’t heard in years. Ten years, to be exact.

“Long time, no see, y/n.”

The glass slipped from your hand, palm now lined with sweat, your bodies natural reaction to the voice. The sound of it shattering on the concrete ground beneath your feet, one lone shard being flown towards your bare leg as it successfully cut into your skin, leaving a trail of blood in its wake, being the only proof that you were awake and the voice you just heard was real. It wasn’t another liquor induced dream. He was here. And he was behind you. The sole human being that made you into the woman you were today. For better and for worse.

Kim Taehyung.

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Jungkook and Taehyung effortlessly joined in with the crowd of the wedding that was being led inside, having made it just in time to watch the last few people dwindle into the ridiculously large tent. Both males locked eyes as they walked in and stood side by side.

“Okay, what did she look like?” Taehyung asked the male who was already surveying the table where the bridesmaids seemed to be located.

His eyes squinted from the spot where they stood, right by the dessert table to be exact. Jungkook playing the role of a famished guest with a big sweet tooth, apparently. Placing a square cut piece of strawberry shortcake into his mouth, he chewed it before swallowing.

“All I can remember was that she had short blonde hair, and–,” he stopped mid chew, mouth now full of what Taehyung thinks is their attempt at Hotteok, though the dessert lacks in toppings. Jungkook swallowed the dessert roughly.

“That is so dry, what a shame.” Jungkook tsked in dismay, sullen look on his face. He was ever the food critic, and very insatiable when it came to food. Which is why rather than face the critic, Taehyung opts to just call in food or they dine out to eat.

“Jungkook, focus, please. This is our only chance to find her.” Taehyung pleaded with the distracted male. Jungkook nodded at the tone of his voice and gave a meek grin.

“Actually, uh, that’s pretty much all I can remember. I wasn’t exactly sober that night, so the details kind of blur.” He sheepishly confessed with a humorless laugh.

A laugh that Taehyung gave back to his best friend before smacking him upside the back of the head and walking off, leaving the youngest to his own devices since he wasn’t going to be of much help it seems. Time to just go with his gut.

Jungkook sighed in defeat, before grabbing a stemless, chocolate covered strawberry and plopping it into his mouth. Letting out a small moan at the delicious dessert, it seemed to have caught the attention of a few females that were already staring the young male down, much to his delight. Now depicting an aura of confidence and suave, he tightened his tie as he walked towards the bridesmaids table to conduct an investigation of his own.

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Taehyung thought his luck was changing for the better when he first arrived to the wedding reception. But now having wandered through the tent, not one woman he’s locked eyes with has made him feel any kind of connection, nor do they have the short, blonde hair that Jungkook remembers. Looks like his luck was running out.

With a roll of his neck, he decides to walk out of the tent and immediately sees the tail end of a matching bridesmaid’s dress go behind a tall, green, manicured bush that littered the garden he was currently standing in. Odd, he thought. Now only trusting his gut, it was telling him that he needed to follow that material he saw floating gracefully in the light wind. So, that’s what he did.

Turning the corner, he stopped in the open pathway that led to the giant fountain to see the open backed, matching bridesmaid dress on a figure of a woman he has yet to see at this party until now. The figure of the woman being the one female he was hoping to never cross paths with this evening to avoid an awkward confrontation that now seemed inevitable. Looks like fate had other plans, he thought wryly.

But unlike the coward he was back then, he chose to stay and acknowledge the woman. Something he should’ve done a long time ago, if he was being honest with himself. Hands shoved into his pockets, he walked closer to the woman before stopping a few yards away, poised in a position that made him feel more confident then he sounded. And he spoke.

Your reaction made him flinch, the sound of the glass shattering in an echo around him. His hands came out of his pockets as he reflexively started to walk towards you to see if you were okay.

“Motherfucker–“ you hissed underneath your breath, feeling the slight sting of pain the lone shard created. Turning to sit on the wide, thick, stone that surrounded the statue and encased the clear, blue water inside of its prison, you bent over to inspect the wound, not even acknowledging the male in front of you.

Not even when he stepped closer to kneel down in his expensive looking white dress pants that you’re sure are going to have specks of dirt on them now. His shiny dress shoes looking equally as high end, which meant whatever suit he was wearing was definitely not something from the thrift store you always frequented to find the knock off versions of expensive brands.

“Still haven’t changed, have you?” He asked you in a bleak tone of voice. You not even realizing that you voiced your supposed inner thoughts out loud for him to hear. Oops.

Deeming the cut non life threatening, you sat up straight to look Taehyung in his eyes for the first time in ten years. A feat you would applaud yourself in the safety of your hotel room later for having the courage to do.

“Kim Taehyung! Would you look at you!” You gestured to his body with mock enthusiasm, making the male stand back up with a roll of his eyes as he settled his hands back into the pockets of his dress pants, resuming the same position he was in a moment ago, but more lax.

A slight buzz could be felt with the male, his body seemingly pulsating in waves when he looked you in the eyes, but he chocked it up to the few glasses of alcohol he treated himself to during his search of finding his soulmate. Sighing out loud, he decided to be the bigger person between you both.

“How have you been, y/n?” His eyes not so subtly wandering up and down your body to see just how much you’ve changed over the years since he last saw you. And man, did you blossom. It nearly made him choke up on his words when he saw your older, more mature, yet still beautiful face and body in all its glory. Your long, brunette, hair flowed freely in the wind, just like your dress. At least one thing was for sure, you definitely weren’t his soulmate, and he didn’t know whether to feel relieved or mildly disappointed with that fact. The slight disappointment hitting him in a way that made his heart drop in his stomach.

“Just peachy keen, as always.” You said in reply, using your signature phrase that made the corner of his lip quirk up in an almost smile without his doing. “Not that you actually care how I’m doing, but I’ll humor you nonetheless, to make you feel better about ditching me.”

The statement made his heart turn cold, and his body hot at the same time. Still had the same blunt personality as well it seems. Some things really never change, he thought with mirth.

Shaking his head in feigned amusement, he plastered a fake smile onto his face.

“When are you going to grow up, y/n? It’s been years, yes! And you’re still holding the same childish grudge?” He said in a patronizing tone and scoffed in disappointment.

“It wasn’t childish to me! You were all I had left in this shitty town and just like everyone else, you left me behind!” You retaliated in a scathing tone, voice raising in pitch at the anger you’ve held in for so long that wanted to come out.

“You can’t tell me that if the same opportunity arose for you, you wouldn’t of taken it, y/n!” His hand flew out of his pocket to point a condescending finger at your face, his voice, unlike yours, lowering in tone as his patience wore thin with your accusations.

Smacking his finger away with the back of your hand you stepped into his face and leaned in until your noses were almost touching. Lowering your voice, you whispered truthfully and eerily calm.

“You’re right. I would’ve taken the opportunity to leave this shitty town with all of its equally as shitty people, but you want to know the difference between us, Taehyung?” You spat his name vehemently.

“Unlike you,” you poked at his chest with every word that fell from your lips, causing the males facial expression to shift of one of anger, to one of pure sadness and regret.

“I would’ve taken you with me. Not leave you behind.”

With that final statement, and tears threatening to fall from your eyes, you brushed rather harshly against his shoulder and walked past him down the open pathway back towards the tent. Your eyes growing wide as you saw the same male that you hooked up with at the bar walk in the same direction you were leaving. His eyes widened even larger as soon as he saw you. Opening his mouth, he went to address you, when you chose to duck your head down and briskly walk past him instead, not giving him the chance to talk with you.

As good as a fuck he was, you were for once, not in the mood.

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Jungkook did nothing but stare at your bare back with a look of astonishment on his face. He gave up a long time ago with trying to find you, that he resorted to looking for his male companion instead. Having asked around, describing the unique suit his best friend was wearing tonight, it was a couple that pointed him in the direction he just witnessed you leave. A sobering fact coming to mind when he remembered your face. A face he could never forget, witnessing more than once how it looked like all blissed out from the sexual acts he performed on your writhing body. One that was attached to a head with now long, brunette hair. What the fuck? How drunk was he that night?

Muttering ‘what the fuck’ under his breath as he marched on, the dire need to tell his friend this newfound fact made him walk quicker to see if Taehyung truly was over here, cause if so, then there was no way he didn’t see you.

Taehyung was still in the same place you left him, his feet feeling like lead weights not allowing him to move. It even looked as if the statue of Aphrodite was staring down at the oblivious male with one of pity and disdain. How could he have been so stupid?

Clutching the sides of his hair in frustration, he let out a loud ‘FUCK’ into the night air, stars twinkling around him as if they were laughing at his misfortune.

Jungkook stilled in his footpath towards the male, and looked at him in confusion and worry. Completely forgetting the main cause in wanting to find the male in the first place, he instead asked Taehyung a question.

“Everything alright, bro?” It felt like a loaded question, one that was going to come back to shoot him in the foot. He was right.

The male in question pivoted so fast it made him lightheaded, before he directed his frustration at himself to his unsuspecting victim.

“Does it fucking look like I’m alright, bro?” He questioned back at Jungkook, emphasizing on the once endearing phrase of their bromance.

Jungkook flinched back at the cold way he was being treated, seemingly out of nowhere, which to him, it was. Not letting it get to him, he tried asking again, albeit taking a different, less reserved approach.

“Okay, asshole. No need to take your anger out on me. I get it.” He shrugged his shoulders in indifference. “Just came to find you and let you know that I found the woman from the bar.” He stated casually and didn’t offer any other information on the matter, using it as leverage to hang above the prick he called his best friend.

Taehyung just stared at him with a look of impatience, waiting for him to continue on with his findings, something that Jungkook would fail to give him until he asked him nicely. It was only fair. But unfortunately for the youngest male, it wouldn’t come anytime soon. Cause not even a moment later, Taehyung reached his boiling point for the day on everything going wrong. And he finally snapped.

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You walked out of the ladies room in complete new attire, thanking your past self for bringing a bag of extra clothes and shoes to change into once you deemed yourself done with the after party. The white converse on your aching feet feeling like a foot massage at this point with every step you took. Having already bid your now married best friend and her husband a good night and even better honeymoon, accompanied by a cheeky wink by you, it was time to leave the now incredibly humid tent. Shifting the strap of the duffel bag you were carrying into a better position on your shoulder that housed your previous clothes and makeup just incase you needed a touch up, you were not prepared for the scene in front of you as pressed on past the flap of the tent that led to the outside world.

It was Taehyung and ‘thick thighs’, a nickname you came up with to call the no named male, walking side by side. Both males were showing some kind of injury on their once flawless skin. Taehyung had a bruise forming around his lower jawline, close to his lips. And Jungkook had what looked to be a busted lip with the way it was bleeding, though the male didn’t seem to think it was all that serious. In fact, both males that adorned the same injury of bruised knuckles were laughing and smiling at each other. What in the actual fuck were they on? Was someone supplying recreational drugs at this party or what? And why didn’t you know about it if they were?

Still staring at the two males with a look of confusion, a question lingered in the back of your mind. Did they know each other? And why were they both here of all places in the world, at your best friend’s wedding, wearing equally as expensive looking suits? It wasn’t until Jungkook locked eyes with you for the second time that night, did you finally decide to enact your flight or fight response. And, considering it looks as if they just got out of a fight themselves, you rationally chose the flight response, cause you’re a nice person and all.

But Jungkook was determined this time, if the sudden way he bent down on his knees as if getting in a running starter position was any consolation when he saw your body shift in a way he just knows you were about to book it yourself. Is this dude for real? You thought in shock. He wasn’t actually going to chase you was he? Just as the question hit your brain, he bolted in your direction heading straight towards you. Oh hell no.

Taehyung was none the wiser when it came to his best friend’s sudden change in demeanor, them laughing at each other over the fight they just got into, though at the time it wasn’t funny at all. Taehyung just needing a release from his blind anger, which Jungkook ultimately understood in the end after getting in a punch of his own, but suggested next time to invest in a punching bag instead of his face, the former male agreeing wholeheartedly.

So when Jungkook looked like he was ready to sprint, he went to ask why. But was effectively cut off when he bolted as if he was running in the Olympics. Looking at the direction in which his best friend was going, he then locked eyes with your widening ones. Eyes shifting between his best friend and you a few times, was when the connection in his brain finally occurred, remembering what the male told him after the fight they had.

Then - 15 minutes prior

Both still breathing heavily, slouched next to each other, leaning back against the thick short wall of the fountain, Jungkook decided it was time to let his friend know his findings. He only hoped it wasn’t too late, and you didn’t leave the party yet to give them time to find you.

Patting his busted open lip with a wince, he cautiously licked his lip, immediately tasting blood that he spat out on the concrete floor next to him. Then he turned his attention towards his best friend.

“So, the woman from the bar right?” He started casually, as if they didn’t just get done with beating each other to a pulp. “You’re not going to believe this but I found her! And you want to know a fun fact about her?” He questioned the male whose attention was effectively caught as soon as the mention of his soulmate came up for the topic of conversation.

Nodding his head cautiously, Taehyung wondered what the fun fact was.

“She apparently doesn’t have short, blonde hair! It must’ve been a wig or something she was wearing that night–,” he shrugged his shoulders, “cause when I saw her not even 10 minutes ago, her hair was completely different!” His eyes widened comically, just as they did when he first saw you earlier.

“And guess what? She actually has long, brunette hair!” Jungkook enthusiastically finished telling his findings with a flourish of his arms. The information made the male next to him give out a snort of amusement as he proceeded to ask the main question that he’s sure Jungkook should know by now and make this night a hell of a lot easier to find you. Your name.

When he asked the question, Jungkook’s reaction made him hang his head in bitter disbelief. Guess he gave the male too much credit. Sighing loudly, they both helped each other up off the cold floor and started walking back towards the tent. Where they would now be looking for a different version of you than when they first crashed the wedding.

Now

Taehyung looked at you with a face you’ve never seen before. It made you freaked out, but not as freaked out as the male that was charging straight for you still. Your body was supposed to be running away, but seeing the look on Taehyung’s face made your body feel weighted down with an overwhelming need of staying still and letting the male catch you. And for once, you listened to your body.

Jungkook’s momentum came to a slow jog as he saw your body language shift to one of compliance and acceptance. Which made him wonder exactly why you suddenly chose to let him get near you. As he stopped in front of you, panting lightly, he realized that not once have you looked at him, but rather at something behind him.

Turning his body sideways to still keep you within his peripheral incase you did decide to try and escape, he was also able to see what caught your attention in a vice with the wide area of view his new position offered him. The only viable option being Taehyung. Whom he realized stood in the same exact spot he left him at prior to running, the male staring at you with a look on his face he doesn’t think he’s ever quite witnessed himself in all the years he’s known him, having met shortly after he arrived in his town of Seoul.

Not wanting to repeat his mistakes for a third time, however, he pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind to ask you a very simple, yet very important question.

“For all that is holy, what is your name?” Jungkook asked you in a desperate, yet pleading tone.

Not looking at him you replied.

“My name is y/n, y/n y/l/n.” It was all you offered, but it was enough.

Cupping his hands around his mouth to make sure that his best friend hears what he’s about to relay clearly, he shouted your name into the night air along with a well known fact to everyone but the two fated soulmate’s.

“Yo, Taehyung! Your soulmate’s name is y/n!”

The sentence made you immediately turn towards the male next you to with a shaky inhale. Your voice was so quiet, you didn’t think he would be able to hear what you said to him.

“What the fuck did you just say, thick thighs?” The nickname leaving your lips without shame, you addressed him with slight fear in your voice. What he said wasn’t true, right? It can’t be true. You would’ve known. He would’ve told–

Your eyes widened at the sudden realization.

Taehyung may have turned 18, but he left the same day, your friendship effectively being cut off before you could even properly ask what his soulmate tattoo was of. The shaky inhale, turned into many, as you started to become short of breath, making the male next to you give you a look of concern. His still large, tattooed, ring clad hands you were intimately aware of held out in a way of wanting to help you, but not knowing how.

With your attention off of Taehyung, you cut off the locked gaze you held with him. Which made Taehyung come back to his senses enough to know you needed his help when he heard your gasps for breath from where he was standing. But even as he briskly walked towards you, it was his best friend’s voice that still rung in his ears like a song you can’t get out of your head. His mind doubting was his heart was telling him, were you actually his–

He couldn’t even say it in his own head, how the hell was he supposed to acknowledge it out loud, in front of you?

Now standing in front of you, Taehyung immediately shuffled off the duffel bag you were carrying from your shoulder and set it on the ground next to you. Resting his hands on your shoulders, ducking his head to make you look into his eyes to watch him evenly take big breaths and let them out, he waited until your chest stopped moving so erratically. And even then, he still continued with the breathing ministrations until you were able to verbally tell him you were fine.

“I’m fine, Tae. I’m fine.” You reassured him with a small smile. “I just need–,” you didn’t bother explaining as you walked to the bench that was located not too far from where you all were standing. Sitting down on the bench, your hands clutched your knees as you closed your eyes to listen to the world around you in an attempt to fully ground yourself.

Taehyung went to pick up your duffel bag and follow you, until Jungkook gently swatted his hands away and picked it up himself, silently gesturing with his head towards you. Taehyung gave him a nod in thanks, as Jungkook left him to head back inside the tent. Probably to engorge himself with the dessert table again, and any single women that still remained.

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Cautiously, he sat down on the unoccupied space next to you, making sure to leave a comforting gap between you both. He went to just rip off the metaphorical bandaid, but it was you who beat him to it.

“Can I see your tattoo?” You asked meekly, opening your eyes to stare at the ground, the complete opposite to how your personality is.

He didn’t reply. Standing back up, he untucked his dress shirt from his pants and loosened his belt buckle. Lifting the bottom half of his shirt up, he used his other hand to bend the waistband of his dress pants enough to show you his soulmate tattoo he received the same day he let you go. A decision he would always kick himself for doing. The regret that showed on his face as he showed you the tattoo made your eyes well up with unshed tears.

Standing up to join him, you mimicked his actions. Lifting the bottom of your own shirt up, you then used your free hand to bend down the waistband of your faded, worn out, denim jeans to show your exact replica of his tattoo that was even located in the same area.

So, it was true, you both thought at the same time. You were soulmates.

Taehyung stared at your tattoo while saying his next words. The coward in him that was disgusted with his young selfs actions, refusing to let him have the privilege into looking into your eyes knowing he doesn’t deserve what he’s about to ask, but he’ll try anyways.

“Y/N, I am so–,” his voice choked up, making him let out a humorless watery chuckle, his emotions now starting to get the best of him, ” so sorry. I know I’m a complete fuck up. A downright idiot, if I’m being honest, for leaving you all by yourself in a time you needed me the most. And I know I don’t deserve a second chance at being in your presence, let alone to stand next to you and be your friend. But I promise–,” regaining his courage with a newfound determination in his eyes, he grabbed your hands that were just as sweaty as his were which made him smile inwardly knowing he wasn’t alone in his feelings, as he made you a solemn promise that he meant with his entire being. “That I will spend the rest of my days trying to prove to you that I do selfishly deserve to be your friend and your soulmate, if you’ll give me the honor to ever reach either of those milestones. I’m deeply sorry it took me ten years to realize that I do love you, y/n. I do.” He whispered the last few words of his speech for only you to hear, hoping it’ll make some kind of difference in your decision. Not knowing he was about to be sorely, and rightfully, disappointed.

You stared at him, searching his eyes for any hint of him being dishonest with you and playing some cruel joke. Surprisingly, you didn’t find any. Your heart was overjoyed with the weight of his words, but your mind was telling you that even though you’re soulmates, it doesn’t mean you need to forgive him so easily. And you were one stubborn bitch. That’ll never change. But you have a feeling he’s already expecting that kind of answer from you, having known you for so long. And also came the fact that you were petty, which is why you recited to him the same words he said to you all those years ago to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“But I’m not in love with you, Taehyung.”

You recited the words perfectly, the only difference is you said them with less confidence, and less conviction than he so heartlessly did with you all those years ago. Truthfully, as dumb as it was, you were still in love with him. But you were old enough now to realize that sometimes that fact alone wasn’t enough. Soulmates or not. If he wanted you, he was going to have to work his ass off.

The way his face crumpled into one of pure sadness as he bit his lip to keep from letting out a sob, made you almost regret saying the same heart piercing words. Your own heart feeling heavy as well. But you steeled your resolve as you slowly pulled your hands out of his. The action alone causing tears to flow down his cheeks freely.

“However, that doesn’t mean there’s still not a chance that I could fall in love with you, again.” You emphasized on the word again, this time making sure to give him a reassuring heartfelt smile on your face so he understood it could happen with time. That there was a possibility for love, for hope, for a future together, if you both worked hard to ensure it.

“And also, I have one more condition before we truly give this a shot.” You poked at his chest, this time playfully, causing him to actually give out a watery chuckle with a now grateful smile on his face.

“Okay.” His deep, baritone, voice said in resolve.

Choosing to clutch onto the lapels of his blazer he was wearing, you brought him flush against the front of your body, a noise making its way out of his mouth not expecting the sudden change in position. His hands instantly went to rest on your waist, eyes widening as his mouth hung slightly open in shock. Damn, if he didn’t find the dominant side of you insanely sexy. He couldn’t wait to explore that part of you in the future.

“You are not allowed to leave me behind, ever.” You narrowed your eyes in what you thought would be an intimidating manner, but he only saw it as cute. Something he would later tell you, much to your dismay.

“Deal.” He agreed not even a split second later, barely giving you time to finish what you were saying. He would’ve agreed to anything though, if it meant a legitimate chance with you.

“Can I kiss you now? I really want to kiss you.” He asked breathlessly. His body being in close proximity to yours made his heart start beating so much, he thought it was going to burst out of his chest if he couldn’t release at least a little bit of what his soulmate bond wanted from you. And, what he wanted to do as well, soulmate bond be damned.

Grinning cheekily at his obvious signs of being turned on by your demanding side, don’t think you didn’t notice, you were about to tease him more when he leaned down and closed the distance between you without a second thought. Lips molding together in perfect harmony, you decided to give in to the kiss, hands sliding up his blazer to now grab onto the back of his hair, giving it a slight tug. He groaned into your mouth in response, enjoying it fully. Yet another thing you would keep locked in your mind for later sexual activities. His own hands started to dip lower in retaliation, coming to cup the underside of your ass to bring you impossibly closer.

A loud whooping and clapping from behind you both is what broke you out of your heated make out session, probably for the better. You didn’t want to give in to him so easily. Even though you desperately wanted nothing more than to take him back to your dingy hotel room to see how capable his mouth and hands were compared to his friend’s.

You both turned in your strong hold’s on each other to roll your eyes in sync at the youngest onlooker’s reactions. Jungkook only giving you both a shit eating grin in response, a sly comment on the tip of his tongue, when a woman walked out to stand next to him and grab his arm. She was pretty, and she told you her name once, but that was about it. Good for her, though. She was in for a good time, you smirked inwardly. They walked off together after Jungkook gave a signal to Taehyung not to come back home for the night. A signal he grimaced at before turning to ask you if he could stay with you tonight, no funny business, he promised. Not wanting to overstep too soon in your friendship? Relationship? He wasn’t sure what to call it, but he didn’t care.

“Yeah, you can stay with me. Otherwise, you wouldn’t get a wink of sleep tonight. She is going to be a loud one, for sure.” He gave you a look of mock disgust at your insinuation, but knew you weren’t wrong, she did look like a screamer. “Least, I know I was barely able to keep quiet with him.” You smirked at him, before patting his chest playfully, successfully pulling yourself away from him to head back to the tent to grab your duffel bag Jungkook said he left with one of the bridesmaids.

His eyes narrowed at your back, fully understanding what you were telling him. Jungkook having given him the explicit details himself when he came back to his tattoo parlor that same night you guys hooked up, but it didn’t make him any less angry and jealous.

Running after you, you looked back to see him gaining on your form and squealed in laughter as he scooped you up around your waist to spin you both around. A look of pure joy and love could be seen on both of your faces as passerbys and onlookers watched you both, some with smiles, others with disgust at the unwarranted public display of affection. Only one thought in their head.

Oh yeah, they thought collectively.

They’re definitely soulmates.

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Hey there! I believe you said in another post that the final confrontation would be unlikely to happen if lenny and sean were alive, so i'd like to ask if you could expand on that pls(if u havent already and i just didnt see it lol)

Btw on a side note im actually super invested in your sean content😭😭the fandom seems to only talk ab him to label as an idiot, so as a fellow sean lover the way you characterize him has me so in love❤️❤️❤️❤️

Oh Anon you are SO LOVELY!!! Thank you not only in giving me the opportunity to rant more about Sean and Lenny (which I am always so willing to do), but also for your super kind words!! Sean is very dear to me, and I'm glad my reading into him as much as I do strikes a chord with other people ;;u;;

The way the general fandom often characterizes him isn't very surprising to me, given his personality & the surface level impressions he gives, but maybe for now I'll save THAT rant for another time, else we stay here forever lmaoo

So, to start answering your question, I believe you're talking about my post from a few months ago, where I talk about how I believe Sean & Lenny would've sided with Arthur & John if they'd lived to see the final confrontation. In it I mention how I find that final confrontation a lot more unlikely were Lenny & Sean to survive that far and stick around for the entire thing.

Now, WHY do I believe this? I touch on it briefly in that original post, but let's really get into it here!!

Okay to start off, there's a LOT of ways I see things going, in regards to Sean and Lenny, were they both to survive, because it adds SO MANY variables, but let's start at the very top.

At a meta level, it is important to recognize that RDR2 is a prequel to RDR1. This meant from the get that RDR2, as it is canonically, was bound to a certain outcome, to set up for RDR1. This ALSO means, that every step from the start of RDR2 was very much there not only to lay the groundwork for the end of RDR2 but also add another emotional layer to RDR1. This is all certainly things we are aware of already, but I think it's important to have that context in mind while we talk about alternative outcomes.

Because, see, Sean and Lenny HAD to die for the outcome in RDR2 to be the one it is. Not only them, but Hosea, Kieran, Molly, and Susan's deaths are ALL integral and important to the story, they ALL make a difference and contribute in pushing the story a certain way, and in reinforcing the steadily increasing hopelessness which infest the gang from Sean's death and out.

So if we're like "what if none of them died?" there are suddenly a LOT of new variables for every mission and every scenario we know from the game, which need to be considered. This is true EVEN if the change in survival count is only reduced to Lenny & Sean.

How different do you not think Shady Belle would have felt, initially, without Sean's death hanging over it? What about the bank job -- would Lenny & Sean end up on the boat to Guarma? What would've happened to them there, then? Would either of them be caught by the Pinkertons instead, with John or in his stead maybe? What other options would there have been, where would they end up at the end of that?

And already here we have to consider how those experiences might've impacted them psychologically, because of who they are.

In the post I mentioned earlier, I talk about how Lenny is new to the gang and probably isn't as stuck in it mentally as Arthur and John, nor do Sean and Lenny have the same emotional attachment/baggage in regards to Dutch. They're loyal of course, because they feel a sense of obligation to the gang, because it provides them with safety, friends, and allies, in an otherwise unkind world.

But what then happens when that changes?

How do you expect Sean and Lenny to respond when the gang starts turning on itself? When Dutch visibly starts losing it? When people start snapping at each other and threatening one another in the middle of camp?

(I have a half-formed thought here about how people would ABSOLUTELY be snapping and talking down to Sean in a way more cruel way towards the end of the game, for trying to keep things light and easy, yknow, fulfilling his role in the gang. I can only imagine what that'd end up doing to him, tbh.)

And, I'll be repeating myself from other posts here, but how do you think Lenny, a young black man painfully aware of the social structure as it exists in America at that point in time, would react to realizing what Dutch's plan with the Wapiti is? Same goes for Sean, who has SEVERAL instances through the game showing him just as politically aware as Lenny - certainly moreso than Arthur.

Would the outcome for the Wapiti tribe be the same, do you think, if Charles had more people than a very sick and tired Arthur to lean on, willing to help? Would Lenny in particular want to stick around to see Dutch attempt to drive the tribe into the ground for his own gain?

Also, I'm sorry but like, Lenny has a camp interaction with Dutch where he disagrees with him (about Miller, Dutch's favorite author) and explains why in a very well-articulated manner. In one instance, Dutch gets straight up offended by it, bcz Lenny can argue very well (and is RIGHT mind you lol).

I do absolutely believe that Lenny would not just sit around quietly in Beaver Hollow. I'd expect him to be among the most vocal in their discontent with the situation, and probably the best at arguing against Dutch.

That is, up until a certain point. Lenny is a young black boy, and Dutch is a white authority figure. Watch Dutch snap and yell at him, like he does John in Ch6 for example, and see how much longer Lenny sticks around fr. The trade is loyalty for safety and the same in kind. Why do you think members start leaving when things start looking their worst? And don't you think Lenny would be among the first to see the writing on the wall?

Though that is hinging on that very specific vibe in Beaver Hollow, where they're all scattered and losing their ties to one another. Add then in Sean, who is VITAL as social glue, and for making conversations easier. If he, and Lenny, and Mary-Beth, Tilly, Arthur, Charles, etc etc, insert your favorites here, managed to retain some of that community feeling, despite it all, then I absolutely see Lenny sticking around for them.

Same goes for Sean, tbh. I can see him leaving earlier, bcz the trade stops being equal and bcz he's not being taken seriously, and I can see him staying, for his friends.

There IS also a version of things where things are similar and I do see Sean siding with Dutch; but that is a very sad and lonely Sean, who is VERY different from where he's at in Clemens Point, and I think that's an unfair perspective to take for him in general.

Okay so, now we're back to that final confrontation, after I said I found it unlikely, why is that? Because, with every question I've posed thus far, about what Lenny & Sean's reactions might've been to canon events after their deaths, I have essentially presented a variable that comes with their survival to those points. Them being there for it, HAS to mean a change, has to mean something different happens, because their deaths are direct contributors to the path we already know the story takes WITHOUT their presences.

Now, what are those differences and changes? I honestly can't answer; something being different earlier or later can butterfly-effect into something completely new or remarkably similar to what we already know. I could sit here all day and wax poetic about all the different options and possibilities for where things could go, were ANY character to survive past their death point, BUT thankfully, that is what fanfiction is for, lol.

I hope this satisfied some of your curiosity, dear anon!! It was a lot of fun for me to write and think about, so thank you very much for asking!!!

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption meta #rdr2 #sean macguire #lenny summers #dutch van der linde #arthur morgan #rdr thoughts #teki talks #long post #im sorry this took me a while to answer i had to sleep and then do my irl things and then Stew on this for a while #i hope this all made sense tbh idk if i lost the plot at some point in there. im SURE there's a tangent or two but yknow #ALSO if youre interested in reading a potential take on how things couldve gone if Sean and Lenny survived to chapter 6 #my fic Attentive Vigor is a soulmate au game rewrite where their survival is VITAL for the ending to be different from what we know #im almost finished with it! 4 chapters left that im really excited to share #if you like macsummers and sean whump it's got a lot of that after you get past the initial chapters lol #had to do a lil plug lol bcz this topic hits v close to home after all #asks #rdr asks #meta asks

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Send ‘NAME’ for a starter where soulmates have each others names written somewhere on their body. - ( Bea ) @legeandary

The thing is: STATISTICALLY speaking, it's highly unlikely for people to find their soulmate, Nora knows as much. Even if you find someone with the name that's written across your skin, there's no guarantee that it's the right person. There's a hell of a lot of people in the world, and it's easier to settle for someone you can see yourself having a future with, regardless of your connection, because again: still meeting that person, even after marriage, is very unlikely.

Of course she's heard the stories about people finding each other. About how you're supposed to FEEL it when you come across what society has deemed the right person for you, but Nora's always had a habit of dismissing things that couldn't be proven for herself, and if she's being honest then she's had better things to do than going looking for a soulmate.

Her own mark had appeared on her eighteenth birthday, as they do, and Alex had been the one to discover it, the name Bea etched in the skin on her ribs, and honestly? Alex had seemed MORE surprised than Nora. It hadn't been the reason they had ended things, and she's glad about that, she really has.

Now she's got her arm linked with his as they fall into the line to be greeted by the royal couple whose wedding they're attending, along with their siblings. Alex is...in a MOOD, but Nora is determined to enjoy herself, so she smiles and swats at his shoulder when he misbehaves, and they're both eventually greeted by Prince Henry and his sister with smiles. Nora returns the smile and extends her hand to the woman, feeling a flash of electricity rush through her veins the moment their hands touch and her entire body seems to lock up for the briefest moment and then the right side of her ribcage begins to burn ever so slightly.

She tries to blink and regain some sort of control, her eyes snapping up to meet the other woman's, if only to gather whether or not she's the only one feeling whatever the hell this is. "PLEASURE to meet you," She finally manages, somewhat out of breath.

#legeandary #v: we're not broken just bent & we can learn to love again ( soulmates au ; legeandary )