#where are the soulmate aus cod tumblr. i’m jingling the keys in front of you and yet you ignore my wisdom

[lethalchiralium]

okay, guys, get serious here. where the FUCK are the soulmate AUs. i’m genuinely mad about this, like. what the fuck do you mean i have never seen ANYONE use the most POPULAR TROPE EVER?! (1 of 4)

the one where gaz is the perfect man. he’s beautiful, loyal, respectful, and polite, a huge hit among anyone he comes across while he’s home from deployment. if he was even more social than he already was, he was sure he’d have a line going out his sister’s cafe to check his soulmate clock on his arm. his sister was lucky to already find hers, a lovely woman who takes care of his sister and their lovely little coffee shop. he works there whenever he’s home; making pastries, teas to go, wiping tables. he refuses pay in exchange for a place to sleep and a full belly, and he is always obliged. he is a perfect man.

the only imperfection he has is the most obvious one. it’s not his crooked nose or large scar on his temple - no, it’s his broken soulmate clock. never having moved past nine years, three days, and six seconds since he got it when he was young. it doesn’t hurt him like it used to, he’s a rare case, it’s okay. just a glitch in the system, but it’s not likely he’d find the love of his life without that countdown. he came to terms with it long ago and he’s okay sweeping the floor of the cafe after hours, he’s okay deploying across the globe, he’s okay. he doesn’t want to mess with someone else fussing over him.

the doorbell clattered from above the front door, he doesn’t look up. “sorry, we’re closed!”

“oh, i’m sorry, it’s just- shit-“

he looked up from the floor to you as you held a squirming, dirty puppy. it was pouring rain outside, he had just mopped and he grew a tad irritated.

you glanced at him, “i’m sorry, i just found him - her? - in your alley and they’re cut up on their neck really good. i’d take ‘em to the vet but i don’t have a basket on my bike, and i was just hoping you could spare me a rag or something?”

in your monologue, gaz had set the broom aside and came around the counter, quietly approaching as the little black terrier cried and yowled, blood dripped from the poor thing’s leg and onto your pants. gaz reached out with his right arm, accidentally grazing you as he gently peered at the wound. he could see the soft glow of your clock against the fur, he didn’t look at it before he nodded towards the back.

“i’ve got a kit, i can clean ‘em up but we’d have to do it in the back so i can sanitize it and stuff.”

“thank you, so so so much…?”

“kyle.”

you smiled through the rain that dripped from your hair as you mentioned your own name. he led you behind the counter, to the back, and to the farthest and least used sink. you set the terrier down inside, and he noted that it could have been a jack russell before he caught a glimpse of your clock again.

it was blinking. his eyebrows furrowed. his sister said they would blink when you touch your soulmate, but it’s odd that your soulmate’s a dog. it was impossible for him to have a soulmate, it was so far outside of the possibilities. maybe your soulmate’s outside? is it the dog-

“kyle?”

his gaze looked up to you, but your eyes were glued to his own arm. his eyes followed yours and his stomach dropped, a gasp escaped him as he watched his own broken countdown count down faster than he could read until it hit zero and began to blink rapidly too.

you both looked at each other in confusion and amazement.