i've never needed a reason for keeping secrets from myself by blongblong
Shane’s immediate reaction is to say that he doesn't know when it started. He doesn’t know who his soulmate is. This is what he’s been telling himself for years, because if he stops for more than a second to think about how long he's been collecting little pieces of Ilya Rozanov, he thinks he'll spiral out of control.
He'll hit the deck like a firecracker dropped unceremoniously onto the sidewalk, burning wildly and spiralling haphazardly, until he's fizzled out with nothing left to show for himself but smoke, ashes, and the knowledge that his soul is bound to Rozanov's.
or:
shane spends twenty-five years not thinking about his soulmate. the drawer in his apartment filled with cigarettes, toothpaste, and awful t-shirts says elsewise.
There is a sequel to this:
what you want, what you need (has been killing me)
And even that is more than good, like this one. These both are masterpieces.
For some reason I really like the whole soulmate take with these two idiots. Its all about how they deserve each other and all the happiness in the world. And million other things. The other thing is that there are these weird, new (at least to me) soulmate tropes that I keep finding.
But like. This makes sense. In a weird way. How they dont talk about it, how it just exist and how they are in love and whatnot. Somehow still just avoiding the whole topic in a case they are not each other's soulmate. Kinda goes with the idea about two guys who actually suck at talking about important things.
There is just nothing in this fic that I didnt like. Seriously nothing. Everything was just so pure cuteness and awesomeness and everything lovely. Just perfect in every way.
How could I reset my brain again so I could be able to read this for the first time again? Maybe in a few months I have forgotten enough so I can enjoy this the way this is supposed to be enjoyed.
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