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I have a soft spot for this trope but hadn’t even considered writing one for whatever reason! Thank you!

This takes place in an AU where the first word(s) your soulmate says to you appear above your heart during puberty.

Now that I’ve written this i want to flesh it out and turn it into a full thing! I hope you like it 💓

Malcolm didn’t believe in the concept of a soulmate. Didn’t believe wasn’t exactly the right words for it. He didn’t accept the concept. He’d been to enough crime scenes and seen enough bodies to know that being soulmates didn’t mean much of anything at all.

His mother and father had been soulmates and, well, everyone knew how well that turned out. It was a sore point his father liked to rub in as much as possible.

This didn’t mean he wasn’t romantic. He was when given the chance. He just wasn’t given the chance often.

Ainsley blamed his feelings on the fact that his soulmates words were boring. While some people had introductions or full on phrases he had a single word. While other boys his age complained about how much space their words took up he was filled with disappointment of the brevity of his.

At this point in his life he didnt put much thought into it. His hopes for finding love, let alone his soulmate, were low. Who would want to be with him, the son on The Surgeon, someone who drug down everyone he grew close to? No, it was better this way.

He sighed, shaking the lingering thoughts from his head when a buzz came at his door.

“Come in!” He called.

Ainsley walked in, a drink holder with two starbucks cups in her hand and a guest trailing behind her.

“Look who I ran into at Starbucks,” she smiled. Vijay smiled awkwardly at him, waving a little, his own cup in his hand.

“She told you to meet you there, didn’t she?”

“She’s very convincing,” the taller man replied.

His heart skipped a beat, it always did when Vijay looked at him like that. A smile on his lips, eyes soft and filled with genuine happiness to see him. He felt a slight blush rise on his cheeks and turned to Ainsley.

“So, you said you had something important to tell me?”

She smilled again, another shit eating grin that made him roll his eyes.

“News later, drinks first. Could you pass this to Malcolm?”

Vijay took the drink and before either of them had a chance to process what was happening it slipped from his hands, spilling on his shirt.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry! Here let me,” he scrambled, looking for a napkin and started to dab the ruined shirt off.

“You should take that off before it stains.” Ainsley unsympatheticly mused from her spot on a nearby stool. He shot her a look before starting on the buttons to remove his shirt.

He didn’t realize the silence that had overtaken the room until he looked up. Vijay’s jaw was slack, staring at him, the napkin in his hand forgotten.

“I-Your.” He pointed to his own chest and back to Malcolm’s. Malcolm looked down. Even though they’d been friends as teenagers soulmarks hadn’t exactly been a topic of conversation.

Vijay had never seen his even though he’d seen Vijay’s plenty of times. He’d watched Vijay play sports with other boys, taking his shirt off when he got sweaty, he’d seen him fresh from the shower and half dressed. Malcolm had always been more private and self conscious in his youth, even wearing a shirt at the pool the times they had gone swimming together.

He saw something sad and hurt shift in his friends face.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Vijay asked.

He felt a step behind. Like there was something he was missing.

“We don’t match,” he answered.

“What do you mean we don’t match?” Vijay began to take his own tie off and unbutton his shirt. “The first time we met you asked me Can I sit here and I said Yeah! I thought that maybe you were the one but you never said anything about it. You knew for years and you never said anything?” The pain in his friends voice was terrible. He pointed to his own words in looping letters near his heart. He never wanted to hurt Vijay, he never wanted to lose him from his life again.

He wracked his brain trying to remember the first time they had met when he had a horrible revelation.

“I was wearing earbuds.”

“What?” Vijay looked at him confused.

“The first time we met, I had my iPod, I had my earbuds in. I didn’t hear you! I just saw you nod after I asked! The first time I saw your words I thought that maybe you were the one but I remembered the first thing you said to me was asking me to pass the ketchup!”

“That was a full day later!”

There was a moment of silence between them before Vijay reached out to him and pulled him close.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since we were fifteen,” he pressed his lips hesitantly against Malcolm’s.

His brain went blank. This was it. This was real. With every beat of his heart and fiber of his being he knew that they belonged together. It may have taken them an unfortunately long time to get to this point but they had the rest of their lives to make up for it.

The kiss broke and he found himself clinging onto his friend- his love. Their eyes were closed, forheads rested against each other, just enjoying existing in each others space.

“It’s about fucking time.” Ainsley sipped her drink.

“Wait you knew?” He had almost forgotten she was still there. “This why you keep on trying to get me to take my shirt off when Vijay is around. You could have just told us. ”

She shrugged, “my way is more fun.”

He wanted to be mad but he turned to look to Vijay to see the look he loved, that he had always loved, focused on him and decided being mad could wait.

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As you tapped your foot against the carpeted floor of the conference room to Under Pressure by Queen and David Bowie, you felt your once anxious mind calm down.

For far back as you could remember-which really was just the year 1981-music with your ever trustworthy Walkman had always helped you with…well everything.

It had been one of the reasons you loved that pencil-pushing job in the cubicle at Langley as an intelligence analyst. No unholy amount of paperwork could overcome the clarity you felt at the sound of music blaring through the headset at your ears, drowning out everything else in your world. There was no voices, no ringing in your ears, no screams.

It was all just the consistent sounds of songs you listened to time and time again.

(And as much as you hated to admit it, there was that stubborn bit of hope that refused to die in every song you listened to. Because maybe, just maybe-you had someone out there when you had no one to call your own.)

That stability you found in a world that you knew you had no place in was all thanks to an old acquaintance and now friend. Belikov must have heard from Lazar about the noise complaints from your neighbors. After all, the next time you met him at the scheduled Chicago Cubs’ game, he handed a boxed Sony Walkman WM-5 model with his usual smile under his signature blue Chicago Cubs hat.

As much as you prized your precious Walkman, you couldn’t help but notice how the timing of the mixtapes it played was…uncanny.

Granted, you made the mixtapes yourself. But the MK Ultra program didn’t give you foresight into the future.

You remembered Lazar laughing amusedly at your musings about that. You swore it was true although perhaps that was the paranoia left over the MK Ultra program.

Yet as you sat patiently at the conference table, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding that punctuated the ringing silence the Walkman had before it moved onto the next song on your mixtape.

SHOT THROUGH THE HEART AND YOU’RE TO BLAME-

As the song you had listened to for years after quite literally getting shot in the heart rang loud and clear in your ears, you registered the doorknob turning across the room.

And suddenly, you just knew.

The song you had listened to for a year while getting as drunk as a fish in bars was coming back to haunt you with a vengeance.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake-” you muttered to yourself, perhaps a bit more loudly than you intended.

Russell Adler walked through that door not a second later.

Even as you swiveled your gaze to the suddenly very fascinating waste basket at the opposite side of the room, you couldn’t help but look at your former…superior out of the corner of your eye.

He was as calm and composed as ever. Signature sunglasses and the ever present cigarette in hand, he looked the same as he did in 1981.

Years ago, you would have admitted that it was frustrating to be ignored that way.

But now, all you could hope for was that he was just here to sit in for the meeting.

If the implanted memories were any indication, Russell Adler always tied up loose ends.

And you were that one loose end that just wouldn’t die.

Quietly sighing to yourself, you soon turned your attention to the briefing that just started. Half of the people you didn’t recognize. But you did notice the familiar figures of Lazar and Belikov sitting in the seats next to Adler.

It must have been some time into the briefing that you felt a forceful nudge at your leg. Turning slightly, you faced your neighbor, recognizing the familiar face.

She was an analyst at the cubicles in Langley as well. Although, she had a fair resume filled with a reasonable amount of fieldwork related to the Eastern Bloc.

“Bell,” she said as you read her lips and the frustrated look in her eyes, “Turn off that damn Walkman.” you assumed she said that in a hiss.

Truth be told, you weren’t exactly popular among the analysts at Langley. You were rather aloof with your quiet lunches in your little cubicle and constant listening to music on your Walkman in the busy hallways.

Suddenly, you saw the analyst’s head turn towards the upper end of the conference table.

And just like before, you simply knew who your “neighbor” was looking at.

“There’s no problem, sir. It’s just her-” You saw the analyst gesture to yourself before she added, “I don’t know if she was paying attention to the briefing.”

There were several times in your line of work that you wish your conversational and social skills were more up to par….and this was one of those times.

You looked at Adler, shrouded in a sparse cloud of smoke with his signature sunglasses on.

“Bell,” was the word you registered all too well.

You felt the gunshot scar on your chest ache in pangs because you heard that word-BellBELLBell-in Vietnam all those years ago-nonono

It wasn’t real. And you had to listen to the advice the shrink gave you.

They were all just surreal dreams.

“Sir?” you quietly inquired, making sure to use the honorific. After all, there never ever was any personal feelings involved in the past and thus formality should be used to distinguish that (and deep down you knew it was for your sake because you had to draw a damn boundary between reality and whatever the hell MK Ultra planted inside you).

For a split second, you could have sworn something crossed his face. Although, you could never tell what he was thinking behind those shades.

“We’ve got a job to do, Bell.” You felt yourself freeze, “What is it?”

He was testing you.

Of course.

“Objective is a downed American recon satellite over the Angolan desert. Secure perimeter, destroy sensitive technology, and exfil at 1300. Weapons armament is at our discretion,” you said in clipped statements before adding, “Further details will be assigned to us at a later time.”

Much to the frustration of your “neighbor”, Adler simply nodded approvingly at you in that ever slight way before taking a drag of his cigarette.

Luckily, the briefing was over in around 15 minutes without a hitch.

By the time it was over, your mixtape had already gotten to Tainted Love by Soft Cell and you were already in the middle of jumping out of your chair and making a hopefully subtle dash to the hallway.

From the pain you drive into the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere

Suddenly, you felt a weighted, warm pressure on your shoulder and you instantly twisted around with your hand on the origin of the pressure-

-only for you to blink in consternation at the warm feeling of callused skin against your own.

He’s not wearing gloves, you thought vaguely for a moment as you held Adler’s large callused hand on your shoulder.

Wait-

“Sorry, sir-” you jerked away from him with an apology, “…old habits die hard.”

What old habits? You had none, not with him.’ you kicked yourself mentally.

“You should be more aware of your surroundings.” Ah, yes…The same kind of lecturing you would get in the safehouse when you would listen in on his calls…Granted that somewhat deserved, but it wasn’t like he wasn’t watching over you 24/7 like that time you saw him watching you wander around in the darkroom.

“Yes, sir.” you simply said. It was better to be unnoticed by Adler than it was to piss him off. If you had to be the same devoted obedient subordinate as before, so be it.

There just wouldn’t be any personal feelings involved this time.

(because there were none. It was never personal.)

And I’ve lost my light
For I toss and turn I can’t sleep at night

You couldn’t help but feel rather awkward at the silence that lingered in the air.

“If that’s all, I’ll be going now, sir.” you rather sheepishly said before moving to turn to walk away. 

“What are you listening to, kid?” Adler asked suddenly.

“What?”

“The song,” he gestured to the Walkman secured at your waist.

“Tainted Love,” you quickly answered, “Soft Cell.”

You could’ve sworn you saw Adler’s lips twitch up ever so slightly in almost a rather smile….or grimace. You could never quite tell with him.

“It’s a good song, Bell.” was all he said before walking away.

And with that exchange, you were left alone and confused in the hallway.

Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now, I’ll run from you
This tainted love you’ve given


Author’s Note

This is my first time writing out Adler’s character as well as even writing out a Call of Duty fanfic. Hopefully, it turned out okay. My writing is still pretty rusty at the moment. 

Anyways, I love writing Soulmate AUs and I found the idea of it to be interesting with a Russell Adler/Bell concept. Aside from my love for Soulmate AUs, I also just had to write out post-canon ending Bell having a Walkman and listening to music all the time with it.

Also, in case anyone is confused, this has a canon-divergence where Bell got non-fatally shot by Adler just before getting pardoned by a high-ranking official for her efforts and then getting a pencil-pushing job as an intelligence analyst at Langley. It’s somewhat based on the “happy ending AU idea” post I put on here. It’s rather unrealistic but I decided to run with the idea since it ran well with the soulmate AU concept.

Well, thanks for reading!

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shot through the heart (and you’re to blame)

In which years after quite literal heartbreak for Bell, she’s gotten reassigned to Russell Adler’s team. Keep it professional, he had once said and so she would. If only the man himself could follow his own words as he takes an uncanny interest in her Walkman and music. 

Or

In which in a world where soulmates can hear the music each other listens to, Bell annoys the hell out of Russell Adler. 

UPDATE: I wrote and posted the full first chapter based off of this idea. Here’s the link in case any of you want to check it out:

 https://yunatheintrovert.tumblr.com/post/636544569509576704/shot-through-the-heart-and-youre-to-blame

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There were times when you swore your Walkman was cursed or blessed, depending on how you look at it. 

After hearing about the numerous noise complaints by your neighbors in the wee hours of the night, Belikov had gifted the Sony Walkman to you at the usual seasonal Cubs’ game you both attended. You hadn’t been able to afford the damn thing with the pay of an entry-level analyst at Langley. Yet you tried to refuse the gift especially since you weren’t quite sure where he had gotten it from. But he simply insisted with his usual laugh as he smiled with his signature blue Chicago Cubs hat on. He still kept that damn thing after all those years. 

Dubious origins or not, the timing of the mixtapes it played was…uncanny. 

Granted, you made the mixtapes yourself. But the MK Ultra program didn’t give you foresight into the future. 

You remembered Lazar laughing amusedly at your musings about that. You swore it was true although perhaps that was the paranoia left over the MK Ultra program. 

Yet as you sat patiently at the conference table in Langley, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding that punctuated the ringing silence the Walkman had before it moved onto the next song on your mixtape. 

SHOT THROUGH THE HEART AND YOU’RE TO BLAME-

As the song you had listened to for years after quite literally getting shot in the heart rang loud and clear in your ears, you registered the doorknob turning across the room. 

And suddenly, you just knew.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake-” you muttered to yourself, perhaps a bit more loudly than you intended. 

Russell Adler walked through that door not a second later. 

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List of soulmate AUs

Be warned, the titles are all pretty vague. If you would like me to elaborate on a title feel free to ask otherwise make of them as you will! Have fun.

Feel free to add your own to the list

-lock of hair

-last words

-first word

-scars

-complementary symbols

-same symbols

-thoughts

-lies

-drawings

-through toucth

-messages

-spirit animals

-timer

-habitual tecs

-200 sticky notes

-projection protection

-dream share

-strings of fate

-colorblind

-touch flowers (every time)

-touch flowers (first time)

-name

-right enemy left soulmate names

-first words in their language

-mark and visions

-moving tattoos

-deaf or mute

-color touches

-wings

-pain

-silver lining permanent first touch

-full name over heart

-developed names

-life marks

-life flowers

-death timer

-color vision from soul mate

-location

-initials

-senses

-compass

-color in tattoo

-snowglobes

-first meeting thoughts

-past lives

-kiss marks

-cussing

-hair to eye ratio

-recipes

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A good pair - Kamijirou day 4
by Danyartime

No one knows that I love romance, it’s a well known secret that stays in my mind and heart, I can’t wait to meet my soulmate and just know that we were made for eachother, to know how my hand feels against there’s. Then insecurities crawl up my spine making me think that I have to change who I am for people to love me…. But if I change I wouldn’t be Kyouka anymore, right?

Rated teen for very mild cursing

Words: 1674, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Kamijirou Week 2020 <3

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27858710

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A good pair - Kamijirou day 4
by Danyartime

No one knows that I love romance, it’s a well known secret that stays in my mind and heart, I can’t wait to meet my soulmate and just know that we were made for eachother, to know how my hand feels against there’s. Then insecurities crawl up my spine making me think that I have to change who I am for people to love me…. But if I change I wouldn’t be Kyouka anymore, right?

Rated teen for very mild cursing

Words: 1674, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Kamijirou Week 2020 <3

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27858710

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IV

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵: In a world where soulmates can visit each other in their dreams and can only remember the dreams once they found each other, what happens when you’re disappointed at the man of your dreams?

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: angst and fluff 

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: reader x jaemin

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.2k

𝘢/𝘯: 👉👈 pls tell me what y’all think so far

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵  𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵  𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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Nothing is set in stone
by AgarJelly

When his soulmark first appeared, Izuku was ecstatic - he couldn’t wait to find out who he was destined to be with. However, when the individual made himself known, Izuku couldn’t be more horrified at the revelation. After all, soulmates weren’t meant to hurt each other, were they?

It isn’t until years later that he realises that even the universe can sometimes make mistakes.

Words: 3116, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 17 of Writing requests for lovely peeps

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27847602

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Nothing is set in stone
by AgarJelly

When his soulmark first appeared, Izuku was ecstatic - he couldn’t wait to find out who he was destined to be with. However, when the individual made himself known, Izuku couldn’t be more horrified at the revelation. After all, soulmates weren’t meant to hurt each other, were they?

It isn’t until years later that he realises that even the universe can sometimes make mistakes.

Words: 3116, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 17 of Writing requests for lovely peeps

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27847602

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okay so i love this au, and i’m not sure if it’ve done it before, but i’m doing it now so enjoy! essentially, the first words you ever speak to your soulmate are imprinted on you somewhere and same for them, if you aren’t familiar with this au! x

WARNING for violence and death and swearing!

also sorry this is long yikes-


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To be perfectly honest, you had lost all hope of ever meeting your soulmate, if going only by the words on your wrist - or rather, the lack of words. All you have imprinted on your skin is a dash, a wobbly line, and nothing else. From day one, you had merely accepted the fact that your soulmate was likely dead, or going to die, before you’d ever have the chance to meet them.

Your trip to an old camping ground was purely as an escape, to break away from all your friends who were happily in love and all met their soulmates. It was overwhelming, the joy they were suffocating your lonely self with, so you needed to get away.

Hiking through the cool afternoon air, your heart lays heavy in your chest, proving that even distance and ignorance can’t shield you from the pain. Anxiously, your fingers rub at your exposed wrist, and the crooked line across it. An owl hoots in the distant treetops, reminding you of your isolation.

You pause, taking a minute to breathe in deeply, stretching your sore muscles, and peering at the glimpse of the lake through the distant tree trunks. A slight sound distracts you, a brief snapping of a twig, and all the birds stop singing. A deer, perhaps? Your head turns slowly, taking in the surroundings. Even the insects seem to be holding their breath, the forest blanketed by a harsh silence.

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