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Gravitation | Nathan Bateman | Ex Machina

Summary: Twin Flames; a single soul that is split into two bodies. You and Nathan have a connection like none other. He has an idea why, and you’re about to find out. [Soft!Nathan] [Soulmates Trope] [No Use Of Y/N] [Assistant!Reader] [F!ReaderxNathan] [Swearing] [Pet Name] [Invasion of Privacy - Mentioned] [Drunk Nathan]

Word Count: 5k

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The moment you met Nathan you knew there was something about him that was unlike any other person you had met up until that point. It wasn't his massive ego, his minor God complex, or his genius intellect that got your attention. It was his eyes. Something in his eyes held more than his big mouth could ever express, something familiar like you've known him since the day you were born and even before that. You doubt he knows it, that his gaze tells you every truth, every lie, every moment of his history leading up to the moment you met. He feels it though. That you can confirm. He feels something when you stare at him as he speaks and you know that it makes him uncomfortable in a way he doesn't know how to explain because he gives you looks as if you're something he's never seen, something he can't quite figure out. You are an enigma to him some days and it keeps him on his toes.

Two months pass as you live out your days with Nathan in his sprawling complex of a home slash research facility. It was strange how you came to be here, a memory almost it seems. You had been receiving emails for weeks from an unknown sender, something about a research assistant position. You didn't pay much mind, as you weren't looking for an assistant position. You wanted to land a job doing website building for Blue Book. That is what you applied for and that is what you have skill in doing. So when your phone rang in the dead of night and you found out it was the CEO, Nathan, calling you directly about the emails and the assistant position, you were shocked. One thing lead to another and you found yourself living with Nathan while he began building AI.

Being Nathan's assistant isn't exactly what you hoped for, but it's not bad. You get to see how he works, what makes that genius tick. He's not as bad as you had heard, not as full of himself, but maybe that's just because he likes you. Working with him consists of observing him, helping him document things, getting tools and equipment while his hands are full, doing facial tracking studies, talking out loud in long sequences while he records your speech patterns. Some days it feels like he studies you more than he works on the AI. Not that you mind, his gaze is undeniably attracting, so much fascination and wonder behind those wire frame glasses. He leaves you with butterflies and longing for more than casual touches.

______________________

"Nathan?" You call softly from across the lab table he is sitting at, pushing wires into the gel mass brain unit to hook it up to his laptop. "I have a question."

"Shoot."

"Why did you choose me?"

He looks over his glasses as his hands still against the gel mass. He's going to lie, you know this look. It's so easy to tell. "I didn't choose you, it was random, I needed an assistant and you were a good fit."

"That's not like you. You wouldn't have some random mediocre website builder be your lab assistant."

"It's not like me? How would you know?"

"Well, I've been here for two months and I've worked and lived with you nearly every day for all hours except for when I'm sleeping. You're too calculated, precise, and prideful of your work to allow some random person into your life like this. So again, why did you choose me?"

Nathan sits up, folding his arms over his chest as he looks at you with a small smile on his lips. His eyes meet yours and you can tell he's intrigued. He has that look, like you're something shiny and new that he has yet to figure out. God you love that look.

"Well?" You push insistently. He sucks at lying to you and he looks as if he's going to try again.

"I chose you because I studied you. For weeks I went through your data, your work, your photos and posts on social media. I selected you because I could see something in you that terrified me."

You raise your eyebrows. That was not the response you expected. The data thing did not surprise you, it's Nathan and he can do almost anything on the internet with the software Blue Book is built from. You expected an answer regarding your physical appearance, reducing you to the beautiful assistant, eye candy. Not that you terrified Nathan, which in turn terrifies you because you're not sure what about yourself would ever be deemed as such.

"Cat got your tongue?"

"Yes." You smile softly, turning your head away to break his gaze. It's too much. Too intense. "You've thrown me for a loop."

Nathan pushes away from the table and walks around it to sit beside you. He turns on the stool and tilts your head to look at him, fleeting fingers careful against your jaw, eyes meeting, faces only a few feet away from each other. "I chose you because I see myself staring back at me."

"What?"

"The eyes are the window to the soul. When I saw your photo I knew I had to meet you in person. I would have done anything to meet you, to see you face to face because I wanted to be right."

"Right about what?"

He gathers your hands into his and your heart beat picks up, cold sweat prickling at the back of your neck. "There is a theory that a human soul can be split into two people. It's interesting to consider, not that I believe it entirely. It's a bit of a fairytale and all. I'm curious though and I wanted to study it."

"So you brought me here to study me?" You swallow harshly. This whole time you've been part of an experiment it seems. Wonderful.

"I did."

"So I'm not your assistant. I'm your specimen."

Nathan drops your hands and stands up, walking around the lab slowly, pacing almost. He has never seemed so nervous. "You're still my assistant. You assist me do you not?"

"Yes."

"Then you're an assistant."

"Nathan. You know that isn't what I mean."

He chuckles. "Don't worry about it too much."

"I'm going to worry. You're studying me!"

Nathan sighs and walks back over to you, cupping your face in his palms as if to make you listen to him better and your heart threatens to explode. He has never been this physically affectionate with you ever yet his touch is so familiar. "I would be studying you anyway. You're my assistant, my little poseable doll, my muse which I collect data from."

"This isn't making me feel any better. Actually, I feel insulted."

"I'm not insulting you."

"Doll?"

"Fine." He says harshly. It's as close to an apology as you will ever get.

"Thank you."

Nathan drops your face and walks away again. He seems anxious now. He strides along the length of the brightly lit lab tables, hands in his pockets. The silence that fills the room is stifling, awkward, and increasingly thick with unsaid thoughts.

You slide off of your stool and wander toward the table in the enclosed chamber at the back of the room. There are mechanical body parts on the table, like a person laid out for an exam or a surgery. It's strange to think that eventually these parts will be a working form, these wires and plastic and metal plates will be an artificial life form that looks and sounds like a real human. You turn suddenly and look back at Nathan. He's staring, your fingers touching the shoulder of the body before you. It's as if you could feel his eyes on you, as if you could see yourself through them actually.

"What're you doing?" Nathan asks as he leans against the entryway, his tone far calmer than his eyes would portray.

"I don't know."

"You don't know? Let me tell you." He steps in the room and around to the opposite side of the exam table. "You're breaking my rules."

You pull your hand away and curl it against your side. "Am I?"

"Yes." He leans on the table, arms open, hands pressed to the cold top. "You're touching my work."

"Nathan I touch your work all the fucking time. I literally carried a leg across the lab for you earlier. What the hell are you talking about?"

"With permission. I gave you permission to carry that leg."

"Okay?"

"Did I tell you that you could come in here and touch this?" He gestures to the parts on the table. "Did you consider that it might not be a good idea to do that?"

"It's just laying here Nathan."

"But do you know that? Maybe I have something going on that requires these to be perfectly still."

"I put these in here yesterday. I laid them down and you haven't moved them since." You cross your arms and stare him down. "You're just trying to start a fight because you don't like the awkward tension in the room and a fight will change the subject off of why you hired me."

Nathan's head snaps up and he glares. Oh how he glares daggers right through your soul. You know you're right and he knows you're right. It's killing him not to have a comeback ready. He was so ready to fight about the AI parts that your breakdown of his thought process has destroyed all means of retaliation. It's satisfying, watching him flounder for a second.

"Cat got your tongue?" You say with the biggest smirk. His own words, his own choice of phrasing thrown back at him.

"See this is why you terrify me."

"Because I called you on your bullshit?"

"Yes." He turns and heads for the entryway. "You call me out before I even realize what I'm doing."

"So you didn't plan on coming in here and trying to start something?"

"No, I mean I did I guess but it wasn't a coherent thought. I didn't go "oh I'm going to start an argument now because I want to deflect this awkwardness", I just did it because....well I guess it was my instinct." He runs a hand over his head and braces it against the back of his neck. "I need to go for a run."

"It's raining."

"So?"

"Wear a coat."

"Are you my mother now?"

"You're doing it again." You point at him and he scowls.

"I'm leaving."

"I'll run a hot bath."

"For what?"

"For you when you get back inevitably cold and sore because you over do it on the trail."

Nathan growls, literally growls and looks pissed. "Stop! Just stop! Get out of my head!"

You walk out of the chamber and past him toward the hall door. "You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Don't."

"Didn't do anything."

"You will."

"Maybe. Go run."

"Fuck."

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You decide to do some research of your own while Nathan is gone. You're not supposed to get on his computer, or really contact anyone in the outside world as per your non disclosure agreement. There are exceptions though. You technically cannot discuss anything that happens in the complex but you can discuss everything else. You could call your parents but you've not had the best relationship with them since you took the job with Nathan. They didn't understand, thought you were being coerced by him and they never wanted you to be in the tech field. They wanted you to be a doctor or a nurse. If only they knew how much Nathan paid you. They would forget about that medical field shit so fast. Unfortunately your pay is related to the job so you're not able to discuss it.

You take a seat at Nathan's desk and bring up the center screen. You can see him on the security camera on the backside of the house. He's sitting on the open air deck, rain pouring down on him. Not running. This is actually perfect, you can make sure to get off the computer as soon as he leaves the camera view.

You pull up Blue Book and search "split soul theories". Tons of information pops up. You wade through the crap. Book titles, movies, songs and stuff. The only information you want is about the actual theory itself. Finally you find it, some spiritual website has the explanation you're looking for.

"Twin flames?" You mutter, skimming through the paragraphs of text.

The pages tell you about the theory that a soul can be split in two and those people are drawn together and are like two sides of the same coin. Kind of like soulmates but deeper, more connected, lives spanning every reincarnation. You shake your head. There is no way this is what Nathan is interested in investigating. It's too wild. He's a man of logic and science and biology. Not spiritual at all. Besides, you're not like him. At least you don't think so. Maybe you are...in some ways you can see how you're similar. That's disturbing and you're not going down that road.

The screen on the left is empty, the camera showing just a feed of the empty deck. Shit. You scramble to close the tab but it's too late.

"Oh dear, what are you doing?"

"Fuck," you whisper and turn around slowly to see Nathan standing in the doorway to the office. He's changed into his favorite white long sleeve and some sweatpants.

"Should I pretend you aren't on my computer with the browser open or should I just fire you now?"

"I wasn't doing anything against my NDA." You stand up and he gives you a look over his glasses.

He moves past you and sinks into his chair, turning abruptly to pull up your closed tab on the browser. "Twin flames huh?"

"Yep. Just looking shit up."

"Uh huh."

"Is that what you think we are?"

"No."

"Then what do you-"

"It's what I know we are." He turns back and raises his eyebrows. "You were watching me on the cams?"

You shrug. "Maybe."

"You're a little shit."

"As if you don't watch me when we aren't together."

"Touché." He stands and circles around to grab a book off the shelf behind you. He flips it open and starts scribbling something down.

You lean over trying to see and he tilts the book up. "What is that?"

"A notebook."

"Smart ass."

"I am." He gives his butt a smack and grins at you cheekily. "Don't worry what this book is."

"Secrets make enemies, don't you know?"

"Yes," he puts the book away on the shelf in plain sight. He knows you won't try to get it. You wouldn't disrespect his things like that, even though the lack of respect for your own is considerable in this house. "I have lots of enemies."

You roll your eyes. "That's because you're insufferable, Nathan."

"No it's because I have secrets."

"Wait, you just changed the subject...circle back here. What do you mean you know we're twin flames? How did I miss that?"

Nathan chuckles and puts his arm around your back. "You'll see, one day."

"What? That doesn't make any sense."

"Oh no it does." He guides you into the hall and closes the door behind him. "Once you think about it long and hard you'll realize it."

You walk ahead of him. "I don't get what that means and you're talking in riddles. I'm going to bed."

"I'm going to make dinner."

"And you're going to eat alone. Goodnight Nathan."

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"I know you're awake." Nathan's voice floats through the door to your room. It's some time after midnight, days since you got into it with him about the twin flame nonsense. Yet it's been playing on your mind nonetheless. "Mi luna, can I come in?"

Mi Luna? What the hell is that about? He must be shit faced drunk. You know if you open that door you won't get any sleep. You also know he could just open it since his card is all access, but he is still asking. It's the little things.

"The door is open!"

Nathan peeks in, just his face appearing around the heavy glass door. "Mi luna, it's so bright in here."

"Yeah? I've got the lamps on. It's subterranean, remember? No windows."

He slides in and closes the door. As if someone were ever going to interrupt the two of you. "Lights off."

The lights go down to just the night lights under the vanity and in the bathroom remain on. You raise your eyebrows at the man walking so carefully across your bedroom. He doesn't seem to be stumbling. That's a good sign.

"What is mi luna all about?"

"Do you like it?"

"I don't know?"

"It means My Moon."

"Okay?"

Nathan flops down on the bed and crushes your feet under his butt. "I was thinking about pet names earlier. I hate them all." He's definitely drunk.

"But you like mi luna?"

"Yeah. Mi Luna y mi sol." He extends his arm up as if to touch something out of reach on the ceiling. "My moon and my sun. Sounds romantic."

"Romantic? Since when do you like anything romantic?"

He turns his head to look at you. You're glad you can't make his face out clearly in the darkened room. You fear his eyes will tell you more than you wish to know. "You make me soft."

"I make you soft? How?"

He lets his arm go limp, falling behind him on the bed. "You're so pretty, and you're smart too. So smart." He sighs heavily like a man with much on his mind. "I've had too much tequila."

You chuckle softly. "Oh boy."

"What?"

"I've never seen you drink it, tequila makes you a different kind of drunk."

"Yeah." He reaches out to you and you take his hand. He wiggles his finger tips against yours and makes a little do-do-do noise to go with it. "I wanna marry you."

"What?" Your heart stops and his hand goes limp under yours. "Nathan, what did you just say?"

"Nothing?"

"No you said you wanna marry me."

"If you heard it then why did you ask?"

"Because I wanted to see if you'd lie."

He scoffs and sits up. "I didn't say that."

"Yes you did!"

"No I didn't. You misheard me. I don't even believe in marriage."

"Nathan."

"I'm going to the lab." He pushes off the bed and wobbles on his feet.

You kick his butt and he stumbles forward. "You're an asshole."

He looks back and even in the darkened room you can see his smile. "Am I?"

"Yes! Now get out of here. I want to sleep a few hours before you inevitably wake me up at an ungodly time despite having slept about three hours yourself."

He chuckles as he pads softly to the door.

"What's so funny?"

"I like waking you up early." He leans on the door frame, allowing it to support his body entirely. "It's my favorite part of the day. Your sleepy little yawns, heavy lidded eyes, they way your voice sounds so soft."

You ball your fists in the comforter and force down the butterflies that stir in your stomach. This isn't Nathan. This is a drunk lonely idiot. You can't catch feelings for him, he's your boss. It's honestly too late but that's not any of his business. "Go!"

"You like meeee!"

"Nathan please just go away!"

"It's my house. I don't have to." He teases and you throw a pillow at him. He laughs and slips out the door to avoid further projectiles.

You pull a pillow over your face and scream into it. He's frustrating, whiplash embodied. Fuck him and fuck how he makes you have butterflies in your stomach.

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"Can I ask you something about the AI?"

"Any time." Nathan says as he punches at the bag hanging on the deck. He's been going at it for about an hour now.

You've been sitting and watching him, curled up on the bench wearing his white long sleeve shirt because it's cool out and you didn't want to go get something of your own. You've been sketching the scene of him boxing as if to preserve the memory. As if you won't be here again in a few days doing the same thing.

"Is this your first? The one on the table that we- you are building?"

He stops, steadying the bag a moment and giving you a troublesome smile. "No."

"What was the first one like?"

He returns to punching the bag in a steady rhythm. "She's human like. A little taller than me. I didn't get to make a head before the body malfunctioned."

You raise your eyebrows. "It was a woman?"

"Is. She is a woman, yes."

"She's still in around?"

"Yes." Nathan hugs the bag and looks at you almost lovingly, clearly excited to show you this AI he's kept a secret. "Do you want to see her?"

You stand from the bench you've been watching him on and he starts unwrapping his hands. You take note how his fingers look a little bruised, as if he were going too hard on the bag. "She's here?"

"Mmhmm."

"Why haven't you shown me?"

"You haven't asked."

"But we've been building a new one for this long. Why wouldn't you tell me you had another?"

Nathan grabs his glasses from the counter in the dining room as you pass through, following close behind him. He chuckles. "This new one is not going to be like the others."

"Others?"

"Yeah, the others."

"Nathan, how many are there?"

"Five?" He glances back and does a little hand motion to signify that he wasn't sure. "No, six."

You stop dead in your tracks outside the lab door. "Six? You've made six?"

He turns at the end of the hall and puts his hands on his hips. "I've been here for three years. Of course I've made six. Come on, do you wanna see them or not?"

You hurry ahead and step into where he's leading you. A lounge with big rock walls and built in cupboards. He scans his badge at the first cupboard door and opens it. Inside is half of a bot, no head, just a mechanical body with legs and no arms.

Nathan opens the next one. It has a head with a face, no legs but a torso and an arm. He opens the rest and you walk down the line. The closer you get to the end you realize they look more and more human. They have skin, and unique features, hair and everything. It's when you reach the last one that your heart stops.

Before you is a spitting image of yourself. It's as if you were made of wax. Not quite right but not off the mark. She's complete, no missing parts, but only her face is skin, the rest is the robot base model.

"Do you understand now?"

"I don't understand anything. What the hell is this?" You step back, hands clinging to your sweater at your stomach. "Nathan what is going on?"

"I built her last year. This is part of the reason why you terrify me."

"But you said...you said that you saw yourself in me and that's what terrified you?"

Nathan closes the door and stands in front of you. "You're freaked out, I get it. When I said I saw myself I meant my mind, my vision. Not like me, obviously you don't look like me. I see my soul reflected back at me."

You stumble back onto the futon and stare up at the man before you. "You brought me here because of that? Because you made a bot that looks like me?"

He steps forward and sinks down, squatting in front of you, hands landing on your thighs. "I saw you in a dream, a very vivid dream like I was in another life all together and I modeled her after what I saw because I couldn't forget. I had no idea you were real until I came across the twin flame theory while researching dreams and I decided to try and find you."

"But how did you find me?"

"Blue Book. Once I made her I scanned her face for recognition and found hundreds of matches. I cross referenced her specific features, rough age estimate, a few other things and then I found you."

You shake your head in disbelief. "I was trying to work for Blue Book. I put in dozens of applications. I was gravitating toward you all along."

"Yeah." He says breathily. "Yeah you were."

"You're my soulmate?"

"Mmmhmm." He rubs your thighs comfortingly. "It's more than that. Soulmate is a pretty blanket term but what we are is twin flames. A soul split in two that rejoins in every lifetime. I never believed in something like that, but that dream was so unlike anything I've experienced it changed my mind. I'm a man of logic and science not fairy tales and fantasies. It tore me up for a long time."

You let out a little bubble of laughter and you quickly cover it up because it's not funny, it's disbelief. "You? Nathan Bateman is my other half?"

"Don't say it like that. It's not funny."

"This is a gag right? You made that mold of my face and slapped it on the AI for this. You're fucking with me." You push him and he falls back onto his ass. "You're an asshole."

"What?!" He gets to his feet as you stand from the futon. "You think I'm lying to you about this?!"

"Yes! Why would a man like you ever believe in that stuff? You don't even believe in marriage. You're lying to get me to sleep with you or something. You're playing into my feelings and fantasies and hopes of someday finding someone to share my life with forever." You head for the doorway and Nathan grabs your hand to stop you. "Let me go. This is cruel. I never thought you would go this fucking far as to-"

"I would never do that to you." In one fluid motion he pulls you close, cradles your face and presses his lips to yours. Fireworks explode behind your eyes as they fall closed. Your heart races, body frozen against his as the world comes crashing down around you. All at once you're dizzy, breathless, excited. You're overloaded, overwhelmed and you don't know what is happening.

"Do you feel it?" He asks and you open your eyes to find him only inches away. The moment your gaze meets his you know he isn't lying. "You're the only person who I've ever felt this connection with. You know how picky I am."

"You're not lying." You mutter, remembering all the times you couldn't stop staring at him. The times when you couldn't remove your eyes from his once they met. The way you move seamlessly around each other, as if you knew each other's next move every step of the way. And most of all how you can't imagine being away from him, how you never get tired of being in his company. "Since we met I've had this feeling, and when our eyes meet-"

"We can't look away."

"Yeah." You lay a hand on his cheek, fingers fanning out over his beard. It's a strange feeling, foreign under your touch. "What do we do now?"

"We keep going."

"Keep going? Going where?"

"Ahead, with the AI, with our relationship." Nathan presses his head to yours. "Together we're going to make a perfect AI. If I hadn't started this, gotten this far into it and made the AI I based off of the dream I had of you, we wouldn't be here right now. You wouldn't be here, we wouldn't have met. I wouldn't be able to make the newest model without you."

"Yes you could. This isn't like you to say you need someone. Have you slept?"

He chuckles. "Yes I've slept."

"You could make this AI without me. You don't need me."

"But I do." He steps back, cradling your face in his hands, thumbs on your cheeks stroking softly. "You've been the key to everything. I can study your features, your expressions, your eyes...fuck your eyes, man. Sure I can get all the data from Blue Book like I did before but you're different. You make me think differently about everything."

You lean into his hand on your cheek. "Kiss me again."

"Don't have to tell me twice." He slides his arms around your back and pulls you flush against him. His mouth covers yours, a sweet kiss turning hungry quickly. He backs you against the wall, arms caging you in as he licks into your mouth. He lets out the softest moan as your hand explores his chest. It's the most vulnerable you've ever seen him.

You arch against him and he lifts your leg up as you hook it around his. You run your hand over his back and stop at his shoulders, cradling the back of his neck. "This is what Nathan in love looks like?"

He kisses along your jaw and pulls back, glasses a little askew. He looks wrecked, completely gone. Like he's drunk but on you instead of liquor. He smiles, pressing another kiss to your lips.

"You're damn right it is."

End

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nat-20s · 3 years

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i am not good at writing prompts, but how about something with the idea of inevitability? (this is so vague and i am sorry lol)

This prompt slaps no need to apologize. Also I turned this into something about a pair of platonic soulmates bc I’m a huge sap at my core. Also also this is not a ten and donna fic but also It’s not not a ten and donna fic ya know

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“Do you believe in fate?”

She shifts from her position of being sprawled over the arm of the couch into something that sort of resembles sitting up, mostly so she can gain enough leverage to poke him in the thigh with her foot. “What, are we at that point in the night where we start discussing weird philosophical questions? I had no idea it was anywhere near that late.”

He slumps further into the other end of the couch with a bit of a hum, and swats off her next attempt to poke him in the side. “It’s only 9 o’clock, but I am at the level of tiredness that it may as well be 3am.”

She’s agrees with the sentiment, for it had been a wonderfully exhausting day. Basically all of the days since she (re)-met him have been that way, them scrambling for hours with some grand adventure only to find themselves reticent to actually properly go to bed once it’s over. She thinks she would rather like to live the rest of her life this way, even if she never a decent amount of sleep again. Who needs it. “And, what, the sleepier you get the more you want to discuss the Big Ideas? You’re just like Grandad.”

“Your grandad’s a lovely fellow, I’m honored by the comparison. And you haven’t answered the question.”

With a huff, she tells him, “Sorry, mate, but if you’re going to be demanding answers from me right now, I’m going to need you to grab me a cup of tea. Actually, wait, no, I’ll go get it. For all your talents , you can’t make a decent cuppa to save your life. Literally, during that one thing.”

As she gets up, he shoots her a grin. “So you admit that I do have talents. Also, make a cup for me too?”

She flips him the bird and refuses to look back as she heads to the kitchenette, and he calls out, “You’re an angel!,” knowing full well that she always brings him a mug as well. Then, after a beat, he trails after her, because why would he spend the next six or so minutes alone when he can instead lean his head on her shoulder and press up against her side. She gives him a patronizing pat on the head, but leans in as well, enjoying the warmth against the slight chill of the night air.

They’re silent as the kettle boils, and as their tea steeps, enjoying the various buzzes and beeps on an environment that’s never truly quiet. They settle down into some chairs, and she immediately positions herself so she can place her feet in his lap. She never thought of herself as clingy before, but when you’ve been lonely for years, you tend to take every moment of togetherness that you can get. Plus, when they’re not touching in some way, one of them tends to get themselves in trouble. After a few sips of tea, she’s feels as she’s back to a level of cognizance where she can ask, “Why fate? Why not some more light-hearted fare like ‘what happens to us after we die?’ or ‘is there some sort of higher power out there or are we all just muckin’ about hoping for the best?’”

He pauses for a moment, much more considering of his words than usual. It speaks to how tired he must be. “I dunno. I suppose I was just thinking about how, despite incredible odds against it, we met twice, and how I feel this sense that the universe is bringing us together. And, well, I don’t know how I feel about fate, and I hoped your opinions on the matter might clarify some things for me. After all, speaking with you is the closest I can get to speaking with a better version of myself.”

“Ugh. Sap.”

He snorts into his mug “Like you’re any better. You cried the first time I called you my best friend.”

“I don’t think I asked you, actually, and you cried when I told you the same thing, so shut up. And, I guess to answer the fate thing I don’t quite know either. I think I believe in something like fate, but that’s not quite the right term.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, fate or destiny or whatnot seems a bit too. Extreme? There’s too much predestination to them, not enough free will, and I don’t think every little thing we do is already written in the stars or whatnot. I think we do have choices to make, and that those choices matter, and that things won’t turn out the same no matter what. But, I also think that there’s something, sometimes. I agree that there’s this sense of the universe bringing us together, and I don’t think it was something so banal as simply incredibly good luck. I Think I believe in something more akin to, I dunno, inevitability.

I mean, sure, there’s death, taxes, the like but. The best way I can describe it is that when I first met you, or, not when I first met you, that was a while fiasco, but the first time we laughed together, I remember rather distinctly thinking Finally. Finally I’ve met the person that I was always supposed to meet. Like no matter what, no matter where we were, if we had been born in different times or different places, we were going to spend at least some of our lives together. Like it was, well, inevitable. Does that make sense?”

“I think it makes perfect sense. And I like to think that you’re right, that some things are always going to happen, especially us. I can’t imagine a universe where I never get to meet you. I don’t think it’s one I’d survive.”

“I get exactly what you mean.”

He raises his mug, and asks, “To inevitability?”

She beams, and clinks her mug against his. “To inevitability.”

#falling-oceans #replies #nat fic #i gonna put this in.#nat talks doctor who #even tho only sorta #thanks again for the prompt!!

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tammythompson-singslikea-muppet · 5 years

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Falling for the enemy (Mike Wheeler Soulmate au)

Sorry it took so long it was hard for me to find a place I could take my laptop that has wifi cuz I currently don’t have any internet at my house (thank god for unlimited data imma right?) anyway......

Warnings: none? ??mentions of a bra?? (oooh so scary)

aged up 17

You and Mike Wheeler have always been ones to bud heads. No one really knew why, but something about one another just set the other off. Sharing mutual friends, the two of you tried to avoid each other as much as possible. Mostly because it wasn't fair to your friends when the two of you would just be bickering the whole time, but also because you couldn't stand each other. 2 months ago on the day of your 17th birthday you searched your body for the name of your soulmate. After a short search you found something that displeased you so much you nearly jumped out the window of the second story bathroom. On the back of your right shoulder read the name Michael Wheeler. You nearly screamed.

"Why the fuck is this my life. Why do things like this always happen to me! I mean come on, what did I do to deserve this!!" You shouted, ranting to your sister.

"Maybe its punishment for disturbing your sister's sleep all the time." Your sister rolled over shoving her head into her pillow.

For a person who likes to wear clothing that reveals your shoulders, you were cursing yourself for being born in July. Short sleeves for the rest of the summer it is. Thankfully you weren't a huge a fan of swimming, and if you really wanted to you could do so with just your sister since your grandmother has a pool. It was now September and you have successfully kept your secret for 2 months. The main reason you didn't tell any of your friends was because all of your friends knew Mike, so basically the less people know the less of a chance someone accidently tells him. Also because if they knew they would most likely taunt you about it due to you and Mikes animosity towards each other. Over the past months you have been less harsh and sarcastic to Mike. As a result he ,surprisingly, has been too. But unfortunately that has caused Max, El, and the boys to invite the both of you to hang around each other more. And as a result to that, one of the things that you had feared most this whole time has finally come to pass. You were starting to develop feelings for Mike Wheeler. You knew it was inevitable, but you still wanted to hurl yourself off a cliff the day you looked over at Mike from across the room while he was laughing and smiling, and thought to yourself Damn he's freaking adorable."

It had been about a week since that happened and today you found yourself in a bit of a sticky situation, literally. How literal you ask, well you were at the Wheeler's helping Dustin with his Home ec. project so I'll just let you think about that for a moment. Him and the boys were having a sleep over at Mike's over the weekend, but cookies were due on Monday and it was Sunday night so Mrs. Wheeler was nice enough to let Dustin use the kitchen. Will had brought a cool new movie for everybody to watch and since you were there while they were making the plans he invited you to come watch too; posing the perfect time for Dustin to suggest you helping him with his cookies cuz he's not doing great in that class.

"That's what you get for choosing a class solely based on how many cute girls you think are gonna be in it."

"Wait, that means you're gonna help me, right!?! (Y\N)?!!" Dustin yelled to you as you walked down the hall. When you got the cookie's out of the oven and onto the cooling rack, Dustin was looking for something to help put a little pizzazz, as he would say, on the cookies. That's when he would come across caramel, and it all went down hill from there. You and Dustin stood there laughing as you were almost all covered in caramel.

"Anybody have a shirt I can borrow?" You yelled towards the living room. Soon Lucas, Will, and Mike came into the kitchen to see your mess

. "Cookie's are done" Dustin smiled. "You guys better clean all of this up or Mike's mom is gonna kill you." Will laughed. You looked around at all the dirty dished and cringed. "Damn I wish I had a camera so I could show Max this" Lucas added. "Follow me I'm sure we have something old of Nancy's in her room" Mike headed up the stares and you quickly followed.

"No offense, but Nancy's clothes are totally not my style" You quipped.

"Oh, so what you wanna borrow one of mine." Slight sarcasm laced the teenage boys voice.

"Well I'm not just gonna walk around topless." Mike shook his head concealing a laugh.

"The bathroom is right over there, I'll knock when I have something." You walked over to the bathroom and tried to rinse the caramel out of your hair, and took off your shirt so you could put it in the laundry. Thankfully you hardly got anything on your jeans. Mike knocked on the door and you quickly opened it.

"Just put it on the counter." You told him as you turned around picking up your dirty shirt from the floor.

"Woah" Mike was caught off guard when he noticed the writing on your shoulder.

"Dude its just a bra." You turned back and holding out the shirt out for him. You noticed his face was pale.

"What?" You were confused as to why he was acting like this, completely forgetting the fact that his name was permanently placed on your shoulder. "My name is on your shoulder." Your jaw dropped as you remembered.

"Shit." you sighed.

"I'm your soulmate" He said in disbelief.

"Uh yeah" You quickly put on Mike's shirt and nervously brushed passed him and ran down stairs. When you got down stairs you rolled up your sleeves and helped Dustin with the dishes. Soon afterwards Mike came down stairs and excused Dustin from the kitchen.

"So..." Mike awkwardly let out as he grabbed a sponge and the measuring cups "I guess that's the reason you have been nicer to me lately." You internally groaned, not wanting to have this conversation.

"Uh yeah I guess so." You kept your focus on what you were doing in front of you, but you could feel Mike staring.

"Does anybody else know?" the boy questioned.

"Just my sister." You rinsed out the bowl then handed it to Mike, "Here dry that. I didn't tell anybody else cuz I didn't want it coming back to you."

Mike nodded his head in understanding. "Well I mean I was gonna find out eventually."

"Yeah, I just thought it would be easier if you found out on your own." Mike decided to cut the tension,"Well, You look nice in that shirt."

You looked down and laughed. "Its surprisingly comfy. Your mom has good taste." you teased.

"I pick out my own clothes" He rolled his eyes and defended himself.

"Wow, really I'm surprised." And for once instead of the usual huffing and puffing dick measuring contest , the both of you just laughed and finished the dishes.

*from the living room*

"What the heck is that all about?" Lucas pointed out to the boys. Now all of there heads were turned from the TV to kitchen as they watched their friends actually get along for once.

"Alternate universe. Gotta be" Dustin stated.

"What do you think happened up there?" Will and the rest of the boys were left puzzled till Mike's birthday when they finally found out. To say the very least they were shocked.

taglist: @campcampie

#mike wheeler #stranger things #mike wheeler imagine #mike wheeler x reader #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard imagine #mike wheeler soulmate au

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officially-tonynat-shrine · 6 years

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How the world works

Ok, so this is my very first one shot and I'm fucking excited for it. This is for @captain-ariel-barnes 4k writing challenge (Congratulations on that one!❤️). Criticism- good or bad- is welcomed because if I intend to continue I need tips. I am hoping that you like it! Also, there are a lot of time lapses. And it's long. Probably boring too since it has very less dialogues. (I was also supposed to post this on Steve's birthday buuuttttt--- eheheh)

Summary: Soulmate AU wherein the first sentence spoken appears on the left arm one to three months prior the first meet and vanishes immediately after.

Pairing: Steve x female reader // Timeline: Set after AoU

Warnings: Swearing. Foul language. Weird swears (that's on me, I'm sorry). A little OOC Steve??, nonsensical logic, // Words: around 3K, I guess?

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The 21st century was progressing faster than ever. And not only in terms of time. People were catching up with the technological advances; some easily whereas some were just coping. Steve considered himself in the second category. Anyone who knew him would definitely agree. After all, that's what happens when one decides to take a nap and wake up 70 years later.

The sudden boost in the living conditions, the sky rocketing buildings and especially the immense development in technology and science baffled him to a great extent.

But in all of this chaos, Steve found solace in the fact that soulmates still existed. It was one of the few terms he was already familiar with. Some things never change. And he fervently hoped that this never would either.

He was sitting in the common room of the new headquarters when Sam barged in. Steve looked up from his iPad and raised his eyebrows, silently questioning his partner. Sam opened his mouth and all but panted for more oxygen.

"Sometimes I think you are the old man, Wilson." Steve smirked at his friend's discomfort. "Shut up, Steroids. I got wonderful news."

Steve bolted upright upon hearing those words. They has been searching for Bucky for quite some time now. Sam recognised the anticipation in his eyes and the former's grin fell slightly.

"Sorry, Cap. No word about Weiner's whereabouts."

"I- Will you stop calling him that?!"

"Hey! We needed a code name so that people won't understand who we're talking about!"

"Yes! But" -Steve let out an exasperated sigh- "never mind. What news was it?" "I found her," Sam grinned. This was the first time he had seen Sam smiling so widely. He knew what the man meant immediately.

"Your soulmate?" "Yes." "Which store was this again?" Steve smirked. "This was the 36th store I had visited. Har har, Steve. So funny." Sam deadpanned. "I bet you'll do the same when you get yours," he added.

Steve's smile faded as he took in Sam's words. "Prepare to lose then, Birdman." He shot Sam a weak grin. Sam's shoulders slumped as he joined Steve on the couch. "Come on, man. Everyone has a soulmate! Why would you think that you won't meet yours? And" -he raised his hand stopping Steve from answering and continued- "if you think that they'll be bothered about your job then dude, you need to think again. You're Captain fricking America!"

"It's not that, Sam." "Then what is it?" "I know that I won't be seeing words etched in my skin because they don't appear twice."

Steve sighed as his fingers grazed the words on his left arm again. It wasn't necessary to know who his soulmate was when he knew he was going to get rejected anyway. Who would want a 90 pound asthmatic riddled with all the diseases in the world as their soulmate? Heavens, he couldn't even walk five yards and not get beaten into pulp.

Did you have something against running away?

Peggy Carter was one of the few people that encouraged him to keep going. He knew she wouldn't look down upon him. She wouldn't edge away in disappointment. Yet, his confidence -or lack thereof- kept him from talking to her. Then, he was taken to the lab. There, in that car, the words on his left arm vanished. And he knew that he was the luckiest of them all.

"Something's bothering you." Her voice brought him back to the present. He had immediately left for the hospital after the encounter with Sam. She was basking in the glow of the sun. He knew that what they had was now lost forever but his love for her never diminished; nor did his respect or admiration.

He smiled, trying to word his thoughts. He should have known better than that. She had always understood him even if he hadn't said a word.

"You'll find someone, Steve. My husband wasn't my soulmate, yes. But we bonded over what we had lost and we truly loved each other. That's all it requires. Faith and love."

"I don't know if I can give them the best life, Peg." "Then don't. If someone loves you wholeheartedly, then they'll love every quirk, every weakness and every strength of yours with their whole being. And when they do that, they accept you the way you are. Not the way they want you to be. All that will matter is to be by your side and lead a life together."

Steve smiled uncertainly, silently hoping that maybe -just maybe- he'd be able to achieve the same happiness his soulmate had experienced. Back in the 40s, Steve had cherished the thought of having a soulmate. A better half, figuratively and literally in his case, to spend the life with. He had been ecstatic, extremely so, when Peggy had spoken the words. But his bliss had not lasted long. The events of the war had not only taken away 70 years of what his life could have been, but also the prospective of growing old together with his soulmate. And now that he was confronted with the options of either loving someone who could eventually find their soulmate or living his life alone, he did not know which one was better.

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Three weeks had passed after his chat with Peggy. After a rigorous training session with Wanda, Steve had settled comfortably on the couch and was checking out the current internet slangs. When his forearm started pricking, he assumed he must've been sitting still for too long. Nevertheless, he didn't move. A few moments later, his arm pricked again.

At first, he passed it off as an itch. Then, when the pricking persisted, he recognised the sensation. He dropped his iPad on the couch and ran towards his room. As he rolled up his left sleeve he could feel the itch subside. His heart dropped. The words had filled his forearm. He stared at the black ink. Fate was cruel. And far more so to him. His heart sank as he eyed his mark. The very first word was another man's name. He did not even bother to read the rest. Wrapping a spare bandage so that it covered his forearm, Steve swore never to look at it ever again.

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When (Y/N) was younger, she had always wondered how she'll meet her soulmate. She had heard wonderful anecdotes from near and dear ones. She would eagerly await her maternal grandparents' arrival. Their stories about soulmates were always fascinating to her. Her favourite was certainly the beautiful tale of her grandparents' meeting. But all of it changed when she turned ten. When her mother met her soulmate.

(Y/N)'s grandparents were lucky enough to have met their spouses at an early age. Her parents were not so fortunate. Simply put, they were not soulmates. Her father had met his soulmate but fate had snatched them away from him. His wounds were still fresh when he had met (Y/N)'s mother. They had been cautious about their feelings for each other due to obvious reasons. (Y/N)'s mother had waited patiently for months for her soulmate mark to appear. When months turned into years, they couldn't deny the inevitable attraction they felt. Within a year of marriage, (Y/N) was born and their family was happier than ever. That was until her mother's mark had appeared.

By age fifteen, (Y/N) had two dads whom she loved equally and a mom whom she loved unconditionally. She thanked the Lord everyday for such caring and understanding parents. But now, at twenty four years of age, she had started to wonder whether her fate would be like her father or her mother.

•

She wasn't exceptionally late for her evening shift- only by five minutes. She was sure that her boss would excuse her for her slight tardiness. (Y/N) started folding her pyjamas when she felt a jab in her left arm. She dropped the cloth and yelped. As she drew her arm nearer for better view her eyes widened.

"What the fuck?!" (Y/N) was positive that her screams had reached her neighbour's apartment but she couldn't care less. She scrambled around and picked up her phone to call her boss.

"Hey, Francine! I'm so sorry for such a late notice but I won't be able to make it today. I'm really not feeling well. I'll make it up by working extra tomorrow, I promise. Can I take a leave today, please?"

After being assured by Francine that there was no need to work extra the next day and to take care of herself, she cut the call. Hastily grabbing a jacket she ran out of her apartment praying that her best friend would be home at this hour.

(Y/N) rang Claire's bell three times and waited. She had called her up on her way to the latter's house and explained the situation briefly. It would have hardly been a minute when she heard a string of curses from inside the house. The door opened to reveal Claire with an anticipating look on her face. She pulled (Y/N) in and shut the door.

"Did you really get your mark?!" She screeched happily.

"Hi, (Y/N)! I haven't seen you in so long! You got your soulmate mark too! I hope you two live happily, (Y/N)!" taunted (Y/N).

"Oh hush, you finally got your mark!!! Will you show it to me? Please?" Claire begged.

"Patience, my dear Claire." The former teased her friend.

"Oh please, I'll learn to be patient when you learn to swear less." "Touché."

(Y/N) rolled up the sleeve of her jacket and thrust her arm in Claire's direction.

"What the fuck! Who even speaks like that?!"

"I know, right! I just hope whoever they are, they turn out to be drunk. That's the only plausible explanation to this." (Y/N) frantically points at her mark.

Claire was pleasantly surprised by her best friend's mark. Out of all the hilarious marks she had seen or read about online, this had to be the most absurd. Nevertheless, she vowed never let (Y/N) live that down.

••••× Five Days Later ×••••

Tony had decided to visit the new facility and Vision had taken to giving him a tour of the newly renovated spaces.

Wanda and Vision, both, had noticed something off with the Captain for quite a few days. He would always be agitated. Quite a few times, Wanda had even managed to get him startled and she recalled that every single time she had touched his left shoulder. They had consulted with Sam, who himself was worried about his friend, and had decided that they'll all talk it out of him during dinner. Tony being present had added to their manpower. Consequently, the billionaire was made aware of the plan too.

Dinner was usually a loud affair in the new Avengers Headquarters. But that night, the awkwardness could be sensed from a mile away. Steve was getting irritated by their vague behaviour. At last, he broke the silence.

"Alright, which one of you is going to tell me what happened?" Wanda and Sam had been eyeing each other for the past five minutes.

Sam cleared his throat before asking, "What is up with you, Cap? You are always distracted. Have been for almost five days now."

Steve's eyes widened at the accusation- however accurate- Sam had thrown at him so blandly. He composed himself as quickly and shook his head, refusing to open his mouth lest he blurted out everything. The futile exchange went back and forth for a few minutes until Tony, who had quietly been watching, spoke up.

"Listen, Spangles. We are all worried about you. And if you deny anything these three have said" -he waved his hand at Wanda, Sam and Vision, before continuing- "then I'll tell you want they have been wanting to say but can't just because they respect your stupid ass decision to not speak out. I call bullshit. Cap, if you say that you haven't been acting weird then I'll kindly remind you that this building is run by F.R.I.D.A.Y who'll be more than glad to show footages of anything I ask. Look," he sighed, "we are a team, man. And if you don't trust us then we can't help you. You'll have to open up, dude."

Steve stared at Tony, overwhelmed by his speech. He blinked a few times and sat straight, clearing his throat in the process.

"Okay, I- Look, this is- well, extremely weird and I, I didn't want to burden you guys. But-" "Spit it out, Steve." Wanda reprimanded him lightly.

"My soulmate mark appeared a few days ago." He put his head in his hands and sighed defeatedly.

•

Laughter rang across the room as Sam tried to support himself on the dining table.

"You have got to be kidding me," he barked out amidst coughs. "Do I look like I am kidding you, Sam?" Steve snarled. "My god, Cap. I want to meet this person. They sound wonderful," Sam wheezed.

"Sure, I'll tell them that you're a fan of their work methods." "Stop sassing me, old man."

After a hour of relentless pestering, Steve had undone his bandage and read out his mark- or had at least tried to read it out aloud, before turning red in embarrassment. Wanda had tried to avoid laughing in his face but Tony was laughing so hysterically that it set her off too. Steve's only consolation was that Vision was smiling apologetically at him. As he tuned out his surroundings only one question lingered in his mind- How was this possible?

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(Y/N) had almost completed her evening shift when she heard the shop's bell ringing. She looked up from the shelves she was arranging and plastered a smile to greet the newcomer. It did not last long.

"Andrew." She seethed.

"Why, hello (Y/N)." The man in question drawled amusedly.

"What do you want?" (Y/N) couldn't avoid the distaste in her voice.

"Can't I drop by to say hi to you?" Andrew flashed a smirk. Annoyed, you quick to reply.

"Well then, hi to you too. Now if you're not going to be buying anything then please leave."

"Ah,in that case, I happen to remember something I had to buy!" He threw a sly, victorious glance at the woman and sauntered towards the grocery aisle. (Y/N) bit her tongue. She had dug her own grave and now she had to lay in it. Furious, she went back to rearranging the shelves.

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Steve was craving for a few hours of peace. After the eventful dinner, Steve decided to retire early and returned to his quarters. He sat on his bed, resting his head on the wall for a few minutes. He remembered storing some of Thor's infamous Asgardian Mead in his room. He took a bottle out from the wine cabinet and downed it in one go. Wrong move on his part but he wouldn't regret it until later. Yearning some clear air, Steve grabbed his hoodie and walked out of the tower. He informed F.R.I.D.A.Y. of his plans and exited the compound. He walked onto the busier streets and scanned a few shops hoping to find one without many people. The night crowd was chattering away, not sparing a single glance at him. As he neared the quieter end of the street he peered inside a modest general store. He thanked his lucky stars and entered the nearly empty shop.

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(Y/N) did not hear the door bell chime as she muttered angrily under her breath. But she did hear footsteps approaching her. Her thoughts immediately went to Andrew, and, without releasing that he had already left the shop she spun around and spewed curses at the poor unsuspecting soul.

"Andrew, I swear if you as much as open your mouth I'll cut your dick and shove it in your fucking mouth."

"OMG, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to- wait what?"

Steve's jaw slackened as he registered the words the employee had uttered. He tried to subtly observe her. She looked beautiful. Of course, as he later reflected upon his thoughts, his opinion would be considered biased.

The duo hurriedly checked their left arms only to see the last trace of their soulmate marks vanish.

It's him. It's really him. (Y/N) gaped at the burly man in front of her. He looked familiar but she couldn't place her finger on it. The man lowered his hoodie and she couldn't help but gasp.

"You're fucking Captain America!" (Y/N) yelped.

"No, you mig- NO, no! I'm sorry, ma'am! I shouldn't have barged in like that." Steve mentally slapped himself for trying to crack such a vulgar joke. He made a mental note to not drink so much of the Mead and to stop spending time with Sam and Tony when they were drunk.

(Y/N) raised her eyebrows indicating that she had caught onto the unintentional innuendo. She tried not to laugh when Steve became all flustered and stumbled apology after apology.

When Steve heard her giggle, he stopped blabbering and glanced at her.

"Okay, how about we forget what happened and start afresh? Hi, I'm Steve." He smiled at her hopefully and extended his hand.

A smirk formed on her lips as she shook his hand, "Oh no, we most certainly won't forget it. I'm (Y/N)."

•••××•••

It had been a month after they had found each other and Steve and (Y/N)'s relationship was evergreen and blossoming. Steve had taken (Y/N) to meet the Avengers. Much to Steve's dismay, they had bonded over making fun of him. The unfinished innuendo was now a running joke amongst the heroes. And although Steve would never admit it, he secretly cherished the fact that his family and his girlfriend - gosh, he still couldn't stop the smile from adorning his face at that thought- got along so well.

(Y/N) had kindly returned the favour by introducing Steve to Claire who, after the initial shock (and fainting which she would deny until her dying day), was over the moon.

Andrew was surprisingly never mentioned again and the pair was happy to keep it that way for sometime.

But as the days passed, Steve's thoughts dwelled on the impossibility of the situation. He was growing more anxious to know the answer to his query.

"You're killing me there, Cap. What's bothering your old brain?"

Steve broke from his reverie to see Tony standing in front of him. There was no one else in the common room that day, to Steve's astonishment. He sighed and signaled Tony to sit down with him.

"I still don't get it, pal. Two soulmates for one person? Is that even possible? The more I think about it, the more it feels as if this will be snatched away from me."

Tony regarded Steve's words and said, "You remember what you had told me after Ultron? Outside the facility?"

"That I wasn't sure about a family?" Steve scrunched his eyebrows. "Yeah, I do. But what does that have to do with this?" He asked, puzzled.

"Remember you had told me that someone else had come out of the ice? See, soulmates compliment their partner's souls. Not the physical body. You may look like the same person, even behave the same but your soul has changed, hasn't it? You see things very differently than the way you did before. Granted, this happens to others too but the magnitude isn't as great as yours. Your outlook on the world and yourself has changed drastically. Okay," Tony waved his hands around, " this isn't making much sense, but maybe that's how the world works. You've been out of the ice for quite some time now and (Y/N) has always lived here. There was a heavy chance that you could've met before. But your mark appeared only after you accepted that the person you are now and the person you were before are not at all the same. Then, Peggy complimented your soul. Now, it's (Y/N)."

"I think I do get it, Tony." Steve smiled at him. "Maybe that is how the world works."

#steve rogers x reader #soulmate au #marvel #captainarielbarnes4kchallenge #how the world works #first fic

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slaytorism · 5 years

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Glossy remake of ‘me’!

For those who don’t know me, I am a world famous comedian. I have done stand up in every country on this planet. Its your fault you never made it to any of my shows.

I have just returned from Dubai. Lived there for 2 years. Everything you think or know about this city is true. It is a terrible place to be. Absolutely scary for women. It’s true. You’ve been right all this time. Women have no rights in Dubai. At all. It’s tough. Men on the other hand, have a tremendous life. Especially, if you are a straight brown man. I will give you an example. If you go to any starbucks in Dubai, prove that you are a man - you get free coffee. If you are able to grow a beard, like I have, you get 50% discount in alcohol purchases. If you pray 5 times a day, you get a playboy delivered to your homes. It is awesome! Women, unfortunately, they don’t even get read a playboy. Because, Dubai women can’t read.

I am not married. I intend to someday. Go through this beautiful process of self indulgence to inevitable gloom and death. Yeah, I wanna sign up for that! I am not married but I do have a girlfriend. It’s funny, in Dubai men can have upto 4 wives. Can you believe it? 4 Wives?! I would rather be a neo-Nazi. Okay. Okay. You may think this is a joke in bad taste but believe me, it’s not. it’s not a joke. I would actually get a skin pigment alteration, get a bunch of tattoos, chant anti-semitic slogans and all those “White is right” catch phrases, than have 4 wives; which by the way, so dumb some of them, seriously. They need a creative marketing team to join them. For realz! My girlfriend has a Marketing degree. I keep telling her, babe, you have this incredible opportunity to do some really creative work for them. You’re smart, matching qualifications, a boyfriend who is an aspiring neo-nazi and the biggest skillset of all.. YOU ARE WHITE. She slapped me, took my cat and left me all by myself in Dubai. Can you believe it? I was just trying to look after her. I mean, there is nothing called good companionship anymore.

Okay. I am not an aspiring neo-Nazi but also I don’t want 4 wives. I mean, there are some technical concerns; the top one being, I do not belong to the Islamic faith. I was born a HinJew - I mean, Hindu. For the lay men, Hindu is the shorter version of Hinduism. Like Buddy for Buddhism. Did you know that? Or Sex for Sexism. Did you know that either? I doubt it. Don’t pretend you did.

Hinduism, folks believe a marriage is between any two creatures or objects. I am serious. Hinduism is, for a lack of better word, DOPE. There are ancient manuscripts of homosexual conduct in Hindu mythology from 3000 years ago. One of the 33 million Gods in Hinduism is transgender. Manuscripts reading suggestions around practice anal sex in certain Hindu kingdoms. On top of that, marriage is not just between a man and a woman (or multiple women in some cases). You can get married to a dog or a tree or a book. Even in this day and age, people do that, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? You have ceremonial Alcohol. You have ceremonial weed. WTF! I am so not making full use of my religion in any shape or form. Jesus Christ!

Yeah, so when I arrived in the Middle East, I was curious, what would it be for men who are not married. Can they have 4 girlfriends instead? Turns out you can. In Dubai, you need a NOC from your employer, obviously. Keep your employers in the loop. In rest of the world, you can have 4 girlfriends. But you have to be smart. I was not. I got the NOC. And guess what, I have 4 girlfriends. Obviously, it goes without saying, I have the most racially and culturally balanced relationship(s). But due to economic conditions, I had to let one go, with a pretty hefty redundancy package.

Yeah, I am not a good guy, you might think. But I am not a bad guy either. Reason I say that so boldly is that I have a particular problem, which makes me believe that. I can’t say NO. Let me tell you a story. My very first house party in Dubai, I was completely smashed. Remember the 50% discount? Yeah. And so was my buddy, Moh, offered me a ride home. I had met him in the party. He is a good guy. Egyptian, beautiful hair, amazing accent, <mimicking Russian accent>”My name is Mohm. Osama Kassab”. A bit Russian. Yeah, that is his name. Moh. Osama, Kassab. Let me dissect that for you. In reverse order. Kassab was the Pakistani terrorist who was responsible for 26/11, who attacked Mumbai. Osama, is bit of a celebrity in America. 9/11, #neverforget. And Mohm., who’s birthday in 2019 is supposed to be on 9/11 (November 9th). Wow. Did I just add a new conspiracy theory? Baseline, 11? Never mind, so this chap, M.O.K was wasted like Charlie Sheen was while he was contracting HIV. This guy was so wasted, I could actually see Earth’s gravity failing to keep him on the ground. Yeah, of course, I forgot, if your name has Mohm. in Middle East, you get free shipping on your 1st 20 oz. order of Cocaine. So yeah. And this fella, my best friend for the night, offered me a ride home, “<Russian accent> Shakya, I will drop you home my friend. I will drop you home in my Porsche 911.” And as I told you earlier. I can’t say NO. In this occasion, I should have. But I literally couldn’t. Unbearable. No wonder I have 4 girlfriends. Anyway. I told him, YES. I will follow you to the gates of hell. Then he said, “<Russian accent> You might think I am very intoxicated right now. Right? Trust me, I have a test. That is 100% foolproof. If I pass that test, I can confidently say, I will not die while driving.” While, he said all that, I had already started to piss myself. “<Russian accent> If I don’t find my Porsche 911 in next 15 mins, It means, I am not fit to drive tonight.”

For those you don’t know. In Dubai, Parking is super easy but finding where you parked - it’s fundamentally a living nightmare. People lose their family finding which sub section of which gate on which floor they had parked. For the 10% of the people, who take note of the parking details, it takes them 25 mins to find their car. Remaining, 90% are just confident they will. Just like my friend here Mohm.

“<Russian accent> Time starts now. Go Go Go.”

And here I am, volunteering to step into the rabbit hole with my soulmate. The only thought I was having at that time, is the silver lining of this all, would be the headline in the next day’s newspaper. “Inebriated M crashed his 911 into a limousine heading to a major Dubai strip club.” That, ironically would show this city in the most progressive light IMAGINABLE.

“<Russian accent> 14 mins and 45 seconds. Not bad, eh? Yalla. Come on, let me take you home.”

“Sure.”

“<Russian accent> What is that? Did you piss yourself? I can’t have your piss on my 911. F-off. Get a taxi.”

“Sure!”

And somehow me pissing my trousers, saved my life. I say that, because I haven’t heard from him ever since. I am not saying he is dead, just saying, we are not in touch. Why would you assume he died that night? Jesus!

Now F-off. Get a taxi. Go home.

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soulmates au: ‘’ I feel like I’ve seen you before ’’

pairing: andi (kim seungmin fc) x inha (hwang hyunjin fc)

genre: fluff, some angst to spice it all up (insert wiggling brows,, I’m just a binch for sadness what can I say.)

warnings: might be hella cheesy as well as a bit sad so,, oof, be prepared.

word count: 3,753

author’s note: ‘’ ever felt like you and your soulmate have met before and you can’t imagine where or when? ‘’ that might mean one thing, that you have met each other in your past lives and this one lead you to one another again. that feeling… when you come home. it’s not a place, it’s a person. it’s You.

· in some alternative universe, where strange things happen daily,

· lived two boys, who had no idea, what was About to happen.

· I mean, who could… two people, living their ordinary lives, trying to get through with their struggles, which seemed to have gotten harder as time went by.

· no one could even imagine that something might quickly change their routine, by linking two lives together so chaotically and of course, unexpectedly.

· Andi was someone who had deep passion for music and arts in general,

· he was a first year student in university, working at a part-time job, while managing some projects at school and literally wishing it was possible to Get more time because he never had enough for the things he wanted to do.

· not to mention rest.

· he rarely done that.

· which worried everyone around him, but himself.

· he had good, supportive friends around him and everything seemed well, because he always had a positive spin on life, but

· something always had been missing

· like a piece of himself, scattered somewhere around the world and he felt the need to search for it.

· but then again… never had the time to figure it all out.

· and then we have Inha, a guy who is also a first year in the same university,

· he got into a dancing program, which was the only thing he was proud of achieving in his life,

· because anything else he had done, never seemed enough for himself or anyone else,

· honestly, he was a sad person, not really open to others, made a few friends in first half of the semester, but rarely hang out with them.

· he felt so alone in this world which made him wonder at times, was he even born in the right time, or place,, or space even.

· and then things started to change.

· second semester started and Inha had to take the last and apparently highest level of English, but he didn’t make it into Mrs. Lee class, which was a bummer,

· because all the people he knew, so like, what,, three? went to that class.

· he had to reapply for the same class, asking another lecturer to take him in.

· which was a little hard for Inha,

· because he never liked approaching people,

· even the elderly ones.

· he was awkward but tried not to show that his anxiety was hitting his stomach like tiny needles poking it from inside.

· so he went to talk with Mr. Wang, who was a transfer teacher from another university,

· he kindly added Inha to the list and it felt like a rock had fell off his shoulders.

· and surprisingly Andi was in the same class.

· which was just pure faith, really.

· universe got tired looking at two young people, always lost, not knowing what they actually lack.

· I guess, It got tired just as much as those two souls, which were separated.

· till they had to meet again.

· and they did.

· ‘hey, watch where you’re going!’ annoyed voice growled.

· ‘uh,, sorry’ flustered brown eyed boy leaned down to help pick up all the stuff that fell from another one’s hands.

· Inha was stressed because his homework was due today but he still had to find a new part-time job.

· which he Just lost. because there was simply someone else who did his job better.

· and so he became a trash which was thrown out.

· ‘I’m really sorry, oh.. it’s you, Inha, right?’ cute boy handed all the stuff that he had gathered from the ground to the taller one standing in front.

· black haired boy emitted a sigh after he noticed it’s someone from his new class. ‘Oh. Andi, was it?’ he mumbled.

· and then their eyes clicked.

· for like a whole ass minute. literally.

· there was nothing either of them could do. neither move or talk.

· and they didn’t want to.

· they felt a hole in their chest filling up slowly, with warmth and love.

· they felt whole.

· the universe they cursed at every night questioning ‘why me’.

· finally gave them an answer.

· ‘wow’ both of them muttered under their breath.

· then they felt some strange feeling on their left wrist.

· like someone was gently carving something on their skin.

· and then they both dropped Inha’s stuff again.

· ‘oh my god I’m so sorry… again’ Andi groaned out going to pick up all the stuff again.

· but Inha was still staring at him.

· because he realized that something happened and he didn’t look like the only one feeling side effects of it.

· ‘wait’ he whispered and grabbed Andi’s wrist.

· younger one looked at him, brows furrowed. ‘ugh, what are you..’

· he was going to break out of Inha’s claw but he got even more confused when he saw a strange mark on his wrist.

· Inha lifted up his left hand revealing the same sign on his wrist.

· then he backed off of Andi, looking scared and confused.

· they both felt the same.

· but deep down they just wanted to know what’s going on.

· ‘what the fuck just happened?’ Andi stared at the mark, afraid to lift his eyes and face the male, standing in front.

· older one panicked and collected all his stuff.

· and ran off. like he always does.

· at least he tried.

· but some magical force threw him back to Andi.

· felt like some sort of magnet. such strong power not letting him move any further.

· ‘ugh.. I’m sorry, I panicked’ Inha looked down guiltily, finding his balance.

· ‘it’s fine, I mean, I was gonna do the same, but I couldn’t move when you started.. running’ Andi ran his fingers through his own hair, frustrated.

· ‘listen, Inha, I don’t know what the hell is happening, but I have no time to figure it out now because I’m on my way to my part-time job and.. I mean, I have to ask you to come with me, if you can?’

· he blurted out, finally facing Inha, who was as confused as ever, now thinking what to do.

· ‘uh, I guess we have no choice. but my laptop is out of battery and I need to do my homework, If you could..’

· ‘of course, I’ll lend you mine just.. stay by my side because I don’t want to be thrown to another part of the planet if you decide to run away again’ he chuckled.

· and then Inha’s heart literally felt shaking like in the middle of an earthquake.

· ‘I’m sorry, I’ll try not to move too much.’ he scratched his head, following the younger one.

· both of them tried not to show the confusion on their faces. but it was inevitable, really.

· walk towards the shop that Andi did part-time in, was painfully silent.

· both of them were drowning in their own hurricane of thoughts. I mean who wouldn’t…

· THAT just happened.

· they finally reached their destination.

· it was awkward at first but then it just felt natural. being beside each other.

· Andi was doing his work at the shop, while Inha was using borrowed laptop for his homework.

· Half of the time he tried to google. which was a desperate call for help in answering the mysterious thing that happened today.

· Andi, when not having any customers, searched on his phone, nervously peeking at his new classmate.

· both of them were busy on their own stuff, but tension lowered as they slowly started chatting.

· asking things about each other.

· getting to actually know each other.

· where they study, what they do after lectures are done. their pet names and favourite things to do in the morning.

· just all the little things that popped into their head. they didn’t hesitate to ask.

· stating it as ‘help for the research’

· even though it actually was something they felt like they knew all along, but only got that feeling when getting an answer.

· it felt like filling up their souls.

· they were hungry. for knowledge. and touch even.

· but it didn’t feel right just yet.

· because even though both of them had that feeling of knowing one another for a lifetime.

· in this one, they Just met.

· ‘so what are we going to do?’ asked Andi, knowing that this question had to be asked by someone eventually.

· ‘what Can we do?’ Inha lifted up his wrist, waving it at the brown eyed boy, smiling softly.

· that was when Andi felt the same feeling of an earthquake, shaking up his world.

· one smile.

· from one person.

· changed everything.

· and that’s when they realized that this is something more than just a prank or a dream that they should wake up from soon.

· it was something real, and something that was planned all along.

· like a destiny.

· or at least it’s a way of destiny showing up itself in both of their lives.

· because everyone can change destiny.

· since that weird force attracting them to one another was still there, they had to think of something.

· because life didn’t stop for anyone. so something had to be done.

· boys decided to stay at Inha’s place since he didn’t have a roommate at the moment.

· they went to gather Andi’s stuff after his shift had ended and drove back at Inha’s flat.

· ‘home sweet home!’ the taller one chuckled, opening the door, not being able to believe what’s happening still.

· both of them came inside and settled down. Andi got to sleep in an empty room which was ready for a flatmate that didn’t show up for a few weeks now.

· low-key felt like it was all planned.

· here we go, destiny again, peeking it’s nose inside their business.

· boys were tired so they just parted their ways for the night, going to sleep off this madness.

· though it wasn’t as easy as hoped.

· both of them ended up in the living room, searching for a movie to watch,

· because laying in bed was just painful

· thoughts kept attacking both of their buzzing heads,

· and level of anxiety was at highest

· so a distraction was the best option in this case.

· they eventually sank down to sleep, using each other’s shoulders as support.

· tomorrow came faster than expected.

· Inha, hearing some fuss happening in his kitchen, realized, that it was definitely Not a dream.

· and he didn’t decide yet, if it was a good thing or a bad one.

· but either way he had to get up and get on with it.

· while Andi was making breakfast, Inha got ready.

· it was weird but felt nice.

· not being alone. Inha thought to himself.

· ‘good morning!’ he inhaled and sat down viewing this aesthetically made food, as his jaw dropped. ‘damn, I forgot you were an artsy one’

· ‘hey, don’t you mock me!’ Andi playfully huffed but sat down as well. they ate breakfast, chatting like old friends, with this tiny feeling lingering, that they knew each other so well.

· they planned their day, filling up every gap to make it perfect. of course, not everything worked out, but they tried their best to cooperate.

· hopefully it wasn’t a ‘forever’ kinda thingy.

· It was around lunch time when Inha was running through the hall, trying to find in which corner Andi was hiding.

· and he finally did.

· the thingy on their hand was like a compos.

· it felt warmer and warmer, the closer they got.

· convenient.

· of course they couldn’t leave each other’s side, the biggest distance was like hundred meters or so. either way… they didn’t check on that yet.

· ‘I found something!’ those words sounded like something so joyful but sad at the same time.

· it felt weird.

· both boys scooted closer to each other, as Inha started to blabber quickly about everything that he had found.

· he gathered all the information about this tattoo. he even posted it online and some people responded.

· so here it was. mark of soulmates.

· people said that this has happened before to some of them. and it either disappeared after five days, or stayed.. if they developed feelings for one another.

· it got both of them flustered.

· but not knowing how to act they just… cheered.

· ‘yay! we’re going to be free in four days from now’ Andi giggled nervously as he looked away for a second. feeling sadness punching into his chest.

· as did Inha.

· it’s not like they knew each other that well.

· but one thing was obvious.

· in such a short time they grew fond of each other.

· and if it wasn’t a soulmate thing, then I don’t know what else was.

· but fear got a hold of them, and even the slightest thought of saying anything related to that, made their throats dry.

· ‘yeah’ Inha replied, half-smile flashing on his face as he stood up. ‘I’ll catch you later, I have a class.. well, nearby’ he winked and ran off.

· then he realized what he did, and smacked himself on the face. what a dork.

· Andi waved to the older one’s back, feeling his cheeks heat up.

· that was their biggest mistake. not telling each other what they actually felt.

· but it would have been weird.

· they just met.. right??

· all of this is weird.

· they both shoved up their heads with bunch of excuses and made themselves believe that they are waiting for Thursday to come.

· that would be the day when they’d be set free.

· or so they hoped.

· time passed quicker than expected. and both boys got so attached to each other.

· doing everything together.

· it finally felt like they had someone to depend on, filing that void inside their bodies, which was bugging them both for their whole lives.

· Andi even got Inha a part-time job at the same place he was working at, it was instantly easier to match up their schedules.

· after classes they went to a small hall in their uni, where Inha used to practice his dancing.

· and Andi played guitar while singing.

· they mesmerised each other with their talents, and there was no escaping that.

· they had movie nights,, every night.

· and always asked each other if they had eaten yet.

· if not, they would do it together.

· they went on walks, to relief stress of all the studying.

· Inha even helped Andi with this huge project that he’s been doing for the university.

· everything seemed to go as it’s supposed to.

· except that people had noticed that something was going on.

· their friends in particular.

· and they thought of inviting them both to a party, to finally find out what the hell is up.

· which was due on Thursday.

· they had no choice but to accept. and they kind of thought about this party as a farewell one. so it was a nice way of saying goodbye.

· sad.

· right?

· and it was.

· no one could imagine what was about to happen.

· so they went to that party.

· together.

· for one, there was no other option.

· and second, they really didn’t mind, especially that doing everything together by now felt like only natural thing to do.

· it was fun, all of their friends getting to know each other, playing games, drinking… a bit.

· later on, a lot.

· someone suggested to play ‘spin the bottle’

· and everyone was against it.

· till few random faces started agreeing, and then everyone was forced to join.

· well, here goes nothing.

· all of them sat in a circle.

· freshly emptied beer bottle was the main game tool.

· Inha and Andi didn’t feel so good about this.

· or maybe they were just too nervous.

· either way, there was no running away from it.

· as the night went on, everyone was cheering, and kissing the heck out of everyone.

· and then, bottle suddenly stopped pointing at Andi.

· he was supposed to kiss Inha’s friend.

· room went silent.

· some people tried to lessen the awkwardness by cheering a little and telling Andi to kiss the girl.

· Inha got so annoyed that he didn’t notice how his hands started forming into fists and shaking aggressively.

· or more like out of panic.

· he simply got up and left the room. which got some people saying some nasty comments.

· but he didn’t really care about those.

· they were jokes.

· so was he.

· he felt like one.

· like everyone was mocking him, all his life, up to this moment.

· and he just got angry about it.

· or maybe it wasn’t IT.

· it was Andi. and he felt it, deep down.

· it was hidden under all those meaningless excuses.

· and he wasn’t the only one feeling like this.

· brown eyed boy sat in a circle, staring at the bottle, not being able to lift his eyes up.

· he knew that Inha left. but he wasn’t able to see anyone’s reaction. especially his new roommate’s, which stormed out of the room just now.

· he thought that maybe Inha liked that girl, so he got nervous.

· maybe he got mad at Andi that he was about to kiss her.

· all in all, idea was taken.

· he got up as well, running out of the house.

· then suddenly he felt burning pain on his wrist.

· he felt hurt and sad. hole in his chest opening up again.

· tears started running down both of the boys’ cheeks as they hissed in pain.

· Inha was in a balcony, looking down the street, as he saw Andi going out of the house.

· the younger one finally broke down and screamed: ‘just let me fucking go!’

· and then it happened.

· as promised.

· the mark started fading away.

· and pain only got bigger.

· they had to endure it, till it was gone.

· the sign was gone as they empty eyed stared onto the skin of their wrists.

· and there was nothing.

· Andi was the one who ran off this time.

· and Inha was left alone to stare at his silhouette, fading away into the dark night.

· and there it was.

· destiny got broken by two very confused hearts.

· which longed each other’s touch.

· but wasn’t brave enough to tell how they actually feel about each other.

· and how they actually felt for a long time now.

· worth of countless lifetimes.

· but life goes on.

· and it did.

· there was nothing they could do.

· or they thought so.

· a week and a half flew by after what happened at that party.

· they went on doing their part-time jobs, trying to not run into each other.

· went on walks, but now, separately.

· they ate at different places, and either stopped watching movies at all,

· or just, watched them alone.

· but it got too depressing.

· both of the boys tried to change their perfectly matched schedule, so it would be easier,

· easier to forget.

· but how one is supposed to forget about each other’s soulmate.

· but what happened, already did.

· this phenomena was something out of this world, really.

· but there is no option like turning back the time.

· sadly.

· you just have to live with what you’ve done.

· to yourself.

· keeping yourself away from something… someone that matters more than your own life.

· going to university was one of the most cheerful things in Inha’s and Andi’s lives.

· but now, it changed.

· and even if it was awkward at first,

· meeting each other at the halls.

· one thing had to be done.

· ‘excuse me’ a poke on taller one’s shoulder was felt.

· Inha was trying to do his homework, before English started, as he flinched of an unexpected touch. ‘yes?’ he turned around, surprisingly to see his now ex soulmate.

· ‘could I take back my stuff from you? I thought I could live without it but, I really need it for my project..’ Andi nervously muttered, looking off slightly.

· he felt kind of guilty, running off like that.

· they really had a great time together and everything they did, felt So right.

· it wasn’t Inha’s fault that he liked that girl.

· IF he liked that girl… even.

· but Andi reacted badly.

· because deep down he felt like he belonged to him.

· even universe said so.

· but not everything goes as planned.

· even if it was meant to be.

· it doesn’t always happen.

· and so dark haired boy agreed, slightly nodding.

· they both met up after lectures and went to Inha’s place.

· it was even more awkward that the first time that happened.

· but they had to act like adults about it.

· as Andi gathered his stuff, Inha stood, leaning against the door.

· he watched Andi, and it made his heart shatter.

· it was so sad, that whatever was supposed to happen did not work.

· actually, Inha didn’t understand what happened.

· he knows why he stood up and left the room that day, but Andi..

· younger one was collecting the box, filled up with his stuff, into his arms, as he was about to leave.

· but Inha stretched his arm in a doorway and blocked the way ‘hey’ he silently whispered.

· ‘I know this is weird for me to ask but… what happened that night, why did you leave?’

· the hurt in his eyes was a see-through. and Andi saw it as well.

· it felt like staring into a mirror.

· reflection of himself and his own pain in someone else’s eyes.

· the box was heavy so Andi put it down on the ground, and his eyes followed up to face the boy, standing in front of him.

· it was kind of funny.

· how they couldn’t leave each other’s side because of the mark,

· but now,

· the only thing stopping him from leaving was Inha himself.

· ‘I…’ Andi parted his lips to say something, but words stuck inside his throat.

· like all those times when they wanted to tell how much they don’t want to part their ways.

· and why.

· Inha dig his own nails into the palm of his hand. the hesitation was real.

· but he broke through whatever was holding him down.

· he looked fear deep in its eyes.

· and he reached out his palm, to take Andi’s in his.

· both of them were surprised.

· their eyes filled with tears,

· that warm feeling was back.

· they felt unconditional love and attraction to one another.

· it was undeniable.

· and they didn’t want to deny it anymore.

· then it appeared again.

· marks on their wrists started to brighten.

· their gaze fell down to observe the tattoos of their souls, showing up again.

· as they finally looked at each other again.

· and words fell out of their mouths, as if they said them thousands times before.

· ‘I feel like I’ve seen you before.’

· I think I have loved you before.

· and I think, I will love you for thousand times more.

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