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It takes a while for Joven to warm up to Reader, the newest member of Smosh Games. Hopefully, a trip to Disney is what it takes. (Joven x Gender Neutral!Platonic!Reader)
Accidents Mark a Soul
Soulmate AU! Reader starts a new job and just so happens to find their soulmate in the same day. (Joven x Gender Neutral!Reader)
Word Count: 405
Summary: A new kind of reconciliation.
You hummed happily to yourself as you pulled out bowls and ingredients from the cabinets and pantry, ready to get to work baking. You may or may not have been purposefully making too much noise as you moved around since you and your husband were in a little bit of a fight. Well, not a fight; it was really more of a tiff turned disagreement, but Joshua had taken it upon himself to be a little ugly in his retorts and was almost vicious.
In all honesty, you knew that you should just let him be and comeback to him in a bit to have a proper adult discussion; the two of you were both agitated with work and the move to into a new house, so you both said things you didn’t really mean.
But you didn’t feel like it.
As you started to measure out ingredients you noticed Joshua emerge from down the hall. He walked closer and slid into one of the stools at the counter top across from you, folding his arms on the smooth granite. You knew he came down because of the noise you were making, but you also knew he didn’t want to reignite your argument by telling you to shut up.
So, he sat with a hard as stone look on his face.
After you had dumped the flour you needed into a bowl, you picked it up and held it to your face, inhaling deeply. Joshua’s confusion slipped onto his face, but he still looked more upset than puzzled.
“Why are you sniffing that?” he asked, voice still a little rough, “It’s flour. It smells like flour.”
You quirked an eyebrow at him, “Yeah? Have you smelled it?”
Joshua’s face fell to an almost blank expression before he held out his hands. You bit back a grin and passed the bowl over to him. He maintained eye contact as he lifted the bowl up to his nose and took a deep breath in through his nose.
“It smells like fucking flour,” he snapped, setting the bowl down.
You couldn’t hold back your smirk any longer. “Made you smell it,” you teased in a sing-song voice, taking the bowl back and walking across the kitchen to get the other dry ingredients. You swore that you heard Joshua let out a defeated sigh before chuckling softly to himself.
“Guys, this is my friend (y/n). We met in kindergarten, she’s a gamer like you guys.” Damien was nervous and excited to introduce you, it showed in his voice when he addressed the team.
“You have friends?“ Boze spoke suddenly, you couldn’t help but snort at that.
Damien just threw on a pout at the comment going to retaliate when Joven piped in from his spot standing next to the short female.
“You have hot friends?“ Not only did your face turn red at his remark but it seemed to summon a glare from Damien.
Request: Can you please do a Joven x reader soulmate au - anon
A/N: I would like u all to know that my wonderful betas pulled some grade A editing on this for yall so give them some love, their acc will be tagged at the end!
Waking up with a burning chest and other parts was not how you wanted to start your day. It felt like you had been newly waxed and you fought the urge to write on your skin to make sure your soulmate was okay. You had settled long ago that you wouldn’t reach out to them unless your life depended on it. The amount of pain they had caused you already was an as good sign if any to keep your distance.
Your friends had theorized that your soulmate was apart of the army or whatever but you knew it couldn’t be. The injuries had never been too severe, mainly blunt force from being hit with blunt objects. You watched as letters formed on your arms, spelling out, “Hey, sorry for that. I just got my chest waxed for a punishment video.”
Excuses almost always came like that, which is also how you knew he wasn’t in the army. The excuse was always video-based and you got tired of the constant repetition.
You walked to the sink and scrubbed at the words until they faded to nothing. The ink swirled down the drain as you pat your arm dry. It was time for you to get ready for work, having been offered a job as a video editor for a company that labeled itself as, “Mythical.”
After doing some research on them, you came to the decision that you’d stay with them through the year-long contract but you’d search for something better the entire time you worked with them. You liked the company but you didn’t know if this was something you’d be willing to do forever.
You took the bus that morning, seeing as your car was still in the shop after a hit and run busted your trunk door. You thanked whatever deity was up there that the damage hadn’t been too extensive. Having a totaled car was the last thing you needed after the unfortunate string of bad luck you had been having.
When you had arrived at the building, you stood in front of it for a solid five minutes digging around in your bag for the temporary keycard you had been given to actually get past security in the building’s lobby. You rolled your eyes as you realized it was left hanging on your wall hooks along with your car keys, which you hadn’t grabbed due to the unfortunate event.
“Do you work here?” A man approached you from behind and your hand curled around the pepper spray you had in your bag. You internally screamed. How had you remembered to pack pepper spray and not your keycard?
You stood up straight and zipped up your bag, flashing a smile at the man. He was tall with brown hair, the fringe dyed blue, but he looked like he wouldn’t hurt a fly. “Yeah, I work here,” you smiled at him. “I was hired last week as an editor at Mythical.”
A look of realization flashed across his face, “Yeah, you’re actually working with us. We needed another editor after our last left and so we put out an ad through Mythical. I’m Damien, by the way.”
You introduced yourself and walked into the building with him, becoming more and more confused as he continued to talk. The two of you breezed by security, making a beeline for the elevator.
“Sorry, can we backtrack? Who is, ‘We’?”
“Were you never told who you were working with?”
“No, just that I got a job as an editor for a YouTube brand under Mythical,” you played with the straps on your bag.
“Oh,” he stepped aside to let people out of the elevator before stepping in. “Well, we are called Smosh and you’ll be working with a specific branch of Smosh called Smosh Games. You’ll essentially be taking footage from the board games we do and edit those. Eventually, if you work here longer than a year, you’ll start working on the video game videos and maybe you’ll get the chance to appear in some videos for extra pay.”
“Oh, well I’m not really planning on staying here for longer than a year,” you said awkwardly. “This job was an interim job for me, I used to work for another media company that went under last year.”
“Did you work for Altos?”
“Yeah, my friend had her YouTube channel under them but then they went under so she’s been shoddily trying to get her team back together. I’m editing a few things but it wouldn’t be enough to get by.”
The elevator door opened in front of you, signifying the end of the conversation.
“I’ll show you to the editor’s room and let Ian know you’re here,” Damien left the elevator first with you quick to follow.
You walked behind him, taking in the open space and the office desks laid out in a casual manner. There were office and meeting rooms that branched off from the middle and another open area that looked like a kitchen space within the office. Damien took a left and a right before ending up in front of a room decked with technology up to the ceiling.
“This is where the editors work and where we keep some of our recording cameras while we clean out the closet we usually store them in.”
“It looks nice,” you observed, looking around the room through the glass door. “Is anyone here right now?”
He looked around, “No, I think most are out for lunch but that desk over there is yours. It’s the old editor’s space but it’s all yours now!”
You thanked him and went into the room by yourself. You sat at the desk that he had pointed out to you and started to mess around on the computer. You soon found out that you needed a login to get into the computer and gave up on trying to get in without a password.
Pulling out your own laptop, you started to work on the two hours of footage your friend had sent you. Since her parent company got shut down, she’s been trying to rebuild her team on her own. As her previous editor, you told her that you’d help when you can, or at least until she could find full-time editor. It also helped that her mother was filthy rich and she wouldn’t have had any problems otherwise.
This was the last video you were going to edit for her, getting a hefty paycheck that would go towards a month of rent and two months of groceries. After that, she would have to look for a permanent editor that she could keep on payroll herself.
You were ripped from your daydream by a sharp pain on the back of your left arm. You pulled up your sleeve and watched as your skin separated from itself and fresh blood pearled on the surface of your skin. You rolled your eyes before pulling your bag up onto your lap to look for the bandaids you brought around with you in case your soulmate got hurt during the day.
You heard the door open behind you and you spun around with your arm in the air and a bandaid in your mouth. You waved at the man who had entered with your free hand before taking the bandaid from your mouth and opening it.
You reached out with your right hand and shook it, “Hi, I’m Y/n Y/l/n.”
He shook it, introducing himself as Ian Hecox. “What’s up with your arm?”
You half-rolled your eyes, pulling your sleeve back over your arm. “My soulmate cut themselves, today has just been full of pain.”
He nodded in understanding, “Yeah, my soulmate used to get hurt all the time.”
You took note of his use of the past tense and decided to move on from that. “So I’m here for a year, what’s the gist of what I’ll be doing with you guys?”
“You’ll be introduced to the rest of the editing team as they trickle in, but you actually joined in the middle of Smosh Summer Games. Or at least, you joined in the middle of releasing all the videos from that filming period.”
“So what are the videos I’ll be editing for this period?”
“We have some Maricraft episodes where Mari, Courtney, Damien, and Shayne play Minecraft along to a sort of storyline, but you won’t be editing those. We’ll have you just take note of the editing style for them,” he explained, shifting his weight. “We’ll have you work on editing the Spelling Bee-Kini Wax video as that was what the old editor was supposed to take care of.”
You were about to ask about the spelling bee-kini wax when three people walked into the room.
“Perfect timing!” Ian clapped once. “Y/n, these are a few of our editors. Spencer, Mike, and Kevin.”
You looked at where he pointed and gave them each a smile.
“They’ll help you out from here on out and hopefully they’ll convince you to stay for longer than a year!”
You gave him a thumbs up and watched as he disappeared out the door.
“Let’s get you started with a log-in, yeah?” Kevin waved you over to your computer. “So you should already be in the system so it should be the first letter of your first name and four letters of your last name. The current password should be SMOSH:NEWEDITOR, no spaces, all caps, and it’ll tell you to change it when you log in.”
You typed out the username and password, sitting back to wait while the computer-processed everything. “So what’s the rest of the schedule today?”
“I’ll probably have you go down with Spencer to sit in the editors cave while a video is filmed so you can see what it’s like, I’m pretty sure a Smosh Games video is being filmed at this moment with Joven, Shayne, Damien, Lasercorn, Wes, Courtney, and Mari.”
You blinked, not sure of who the people listed were. Kevin took note of your confused look and laughed a little bit, “I know the names are off-putting but Spencer will introduce you when you get down there.”
“Okay,” you grabbed a notebook from your bag and followed Spencer out of the room.
“So, what’s this video for?”
“I’m not completely sure, I know that we’re just trying to get some content with Joven and Wes in before they leave for a bit,” Spencer fiddled with the pen in his hand.
“You’ll tell me who’s who when we get in there, right?” you nervously ran your finger over the exposed pages of your notebook, the feeling of the rifling papers calming you ever-so-slightly.
“Of course,” he reassured you. “I wouldn’t let you walk in blind.”
When you got to the set doors, you didn’t have much time to take in what the set actually looked like before you felt a sharp pain on your back. You stood frozen for a little bit under a full minute, taking in the pain that you had to endure. Spencer noticed you had stopped walking and turned back to ask what was wrong.
“I think my soulmate just got slapped on the back like really hard,” you were trying to roll out the pain by moving your shoulders back and around. “I bet I have a handprint mark on my back now.”
You knew you were coming off of bitter and resentful, but you couldn’t help it. So far that day, your soulmate had gotten waxed in two very sensitive areas, stabbed themselves in a very visible area, and gotten slapped by what seemed to be a giant not even two seconds ago.
“It’s whatever, I’ve survived with this soulmate for this long. It’s not as bad as a lot of other people have it,” you shook off the pain and followed Spencer into what was known on set as the Editor’s Den.
He introduced you to the video’s director, Matt Raub, who Spencer also mentioned was the acting Vice President of Smosh. He introduced you to the camera crew, though you barely managed to concentrate on the names that flew by as your soulmate managed to stub their toe.
Now that you thought about, there was a thought that the pain that your soulmate feels gets stronger the closer in proximity that you both get. If it was any consolation, the amount of pain you were feeling meant your soulmate was within slapping distance.
That was the soulmate loophole, you didn’t feel any pain you caused to your soulmate. Which meant you could slap whoever your soulmate was without feeling anything.
“Spencer, I might have to kill my soulmate,” you rubbed your temples to ward off the headache you felt coming. It’s a good thing was that if you got a migraine, your soulmate would feel it too. “How is it humanly possible for someone to get hurt this many times in such a short amount of time?”
“I don’t know, but the cast has arrived!”
He introduced you to the cast members but you focused in on the bandaid the man called, “Joven,” had on his left arm in the same spot you had yours in.
You smiled and introduced yourself, careful not to reveal anything to the person that could possibly be your soulmate. If you had finally found him after thirty years of pain and he was definitely within slapping distance, you could wait another hour or so more to confront him about it.
You sat in the corner with Spencer, taking notes along with him. During the filming break, he went over things that you should look out for while watching the filming. You turned the page and pull your hand back in shock at the sudden pain from the paper.
“Do you have a bandaid, Spencer? I left all mine back in the room,” you were tempted to suck on your cut but you knew it would most likely end up in an infection.
“No, but Joven usually keeps bandaids on him. He’s really accident-prone,” Spencer answered, not even looking up from his notes.
You looked around the room in search of Joven, or otherwise known as your supposed soulmate, and saw him standing by a chair near the back of the room. He was tending to the small papercut on his own hand that you had caused.
“Hey,” you greeted him. “Spencer said you had bandaids? I usually have some in my bag but I left it back in the editing room.”
“Yeah,” he replied without looking up. He passed you a small bandaid, you didn’t know if it was a coincidence or if he didn’t have any regular sized bandaids. He finally looked up at you and then down at where you were applying the adhesive strip.
“Hey, did you just do that to yourself?” he asked, looking the slightest bit confused.
“I did,” you replied. “Gave myself a papercut on my editing notebook.”
He pointed at and poked the bandaid on the back of your left arm. “What about that?”
You recoiled slightly, falling back into yourself. “No, my soulmate cut themselves earlier.”
This was the moment of truth, if he was your soulmate then he would use this to reveal him as so. You watched as he rolled up his left sleeve, a bandaid in a similar spot.
“No way,” he said in astonishment. “Wait, let me grab a marker.”
You grinned in amusement as he sauntered across the room in search of a marker. When he had found one, he raised it triumphantly above his head and made his way back over to you.
He uncapped the pink marker and asked you to hold out your left arm. “What should I write?”
You shrugged, “Just write your name or something.”
You watched as he wrote his name, Joshua, on his own arm and the both of you watched as the ink also appeared on your arm as well.
“You’re my soulmate?” he questioned. You were confused, you thought this moment was supposed to be the climax of your life, the moment you’d been waiting for so long.
“I am,” you were taken aback. This was the opposite of whatever reaction you thought you would be getting. “Is something wrong?”
“It’s just,” he stammered. “How come you never responded to me? The messages I would send you would just disappear.”
“I did respond to you, I responded to you for fifteen years and then fifteen years later you told me you were getting married and so I said my congratulations,” you were angry at him. Not for getting married, no, being soulmates didn’t mean you had to be romantically involved with them. It just meant that your two souls were the ones that were infused together when the world had begun and they would find each other through every rebirth. Some people do end up together but in most cases, soulmates stayed as the closest friends and it was their bond that kept them close.
“I started washing the messages away for personal reasons,” you said. You were rethinking everything up to this point in your life. “Maybe we shouldn’t have even met, our link had turned before we even met.”
When a link between soulmates turned, it meant that the souls combining the two were weak. This usually happened with souls that were so old and reused that no connection is feasible, or if the two people were just incompatible. It seemed that was what this was turning out to be.
“Listen, we don’t know to keep up contact. I know I work here now, but it’s just for the year. You won’t ever have to talk to me,” you reasoned.
“No,” he shook his head. “I might be a little mad but I wouldn’t reject you as a soulmate.”
He opened his arms and engulfed you in a hug, “Our souls haven’t turned and they won’t for a long time. It’s good to know my soulmate isn’t a complete asshole though, and when you feel comfortable enough, I hope you can tell me the reasons why you had stopped responding.”
“Maybe, but we have forever to talk now.”
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Word Count: 446“I like you and want to kiss you.” .. “What?” .. “I said you suck.”Joven
Inside of the cabin was absolute madness. The caterers had left already which left the entire cast and crew in charge of the final meal of winter games, which could on some level be considered a mistake. People were making a bunch of different things and were spread out all throughout the house. It was starting to feel a little overwhelming so you decided to take a break and head out onto the back porch with the beer you had been nursing for the last little while.
You stood at the railing, looking out at the slowly falling snow, and let out a small sigh. While you loved being able to spend time with everyone like this, it was nice to just take a break and step away for a moment. Even if it meant freezing your butt off.
“Hey, what’re you doing out here?” A voice from behind you asked.
Glancing over your shoulder, you spotted Joven closing the door and walking towards you. You shrugged a shoulder and leaned onto the railing before taking a long sip of your drink. “I needed some air,” you answered as he came to a stop next to you.
Joven was silent for a moment before he let out a soft chuckle. “You’re out here, in the snow, wearing shorts and drinking a beer? You’re a woman after my own heart,” he laughed, reaching over to clink his own bottle against yours.
“I am to please, Jovie,” you laughed, shaking your head.
The both of you were quite for a bit, just watching the snow falling on the hills around the house and onto the porch where you stood. You looked over to see Joven was apparently thinking very hard about something, judging by the concentration on his face. “What’re you thinking about?” you asked, straightening up to face him.
“I really like you and want to kiss you.”
Your eyes widened and you stared, unblinkingly, back at him, “What?”
Joven must have realized what he said because he took a few steps backwards and his face tinged red, and it wasn’t from the cold. “I said you suck,” he rushed out, looking a little frantic.
You turned around and reached for his hand, “Joshua.”
Suddenly, he seemed more calm and less like a cornered animal. You set your beer down on the railing and took a step closer to him, watching him with careful eyes. You could feel your heart hammering inside your chest. You watched as the snowflakes fluttered down and landed on his hair, his nose, and cheeks. You smiled and leaned in to press a small kiss against his lips.
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