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I MISSED YOU AKJASSVAKJ

IN A UNIVERSE WHERE EVERYONE IS BORN WITH NUMBERS ON THEIR WRISTS COUNTING DOWN TO WHEN THEY’LL MEET THEIR SOULMATE, SEND ME 00:00:00 FOR MY MUSES REACTION TO THEIR NUMBERS HITTING ZERO WHEN THEY MEET YOURS. For puckerph.

Growing up as a twin was something that Puck had enjoyed more than anything else. Toby, Tobias when Puck was feeling particularly annoying, was a cool brother. He’d always get on his hands and knees so Puck could stand on his back when they were kids so that they could reach the cookies and milk that their mom had left out for "after dinner, boys!"

Their relationship was always close. Toby could shoot Puck a glance and the older twin would automatically know what his brother was thinking, a trick they’d mastered by the time they got to school. A girl would walk past and Toby would look at Puck and he’d promise silently that he wouldn’t try anything.

"Do you think it’s weird," Puck heard Toby start as he walked across their yard, the baseball in his hand. "that we’re the only two people in Lima who don’t have that timer thing?"

Puck glanced down at his wrist, partially covered by the baseball mit, and he shrugged at his brother. It wasn’t something he’d really thought about; growing up without it hadn’t changed his outlook on anything, and while the questions got tedious—he didn’t care. “Dunno, never really thought about it.”

Toby nodded, his hazel eyes looking down for a moment as his lips pursed together. Puck watched him and he felt kind of bad, his free hand scratching at the back of his head. Toby was the more sensitive twin, he felt more, and Puck knew he saw people meeting their ‘soulmates’ and oftentimes felt left out. He wasn’t sure if Toby wanted to meet his soulmate or if he just wanted to fit in, but he bit his lip anyway.

"D’you think it means we don’t have a soulmate?" He asked again, arm cocking back as he threw a hard ball at his brother. Puck raised his hand and caught the fast ball, his wrist bending a little at the force, and he shrugged again. "Puck, you’re not exactly being helpful."

"Dunno what you want me to say." 

Again Toby went quiet before he raised his hand, indicating he was ready and Puck threw his weight behind the ball as he passed it back to his brother. For a while the boys stayed like that, each throw getting harder and faster as Toby grew annoyed with the situation. At eighteen he just wanted to meet someone, anyone, who didn’t leave the next morning with the excuse, "My timer is still ticking, there’s no point in making this into something it isn’t."

Puck rolled his eyes at Toby’s nature, kind of jealous that his younger brother was so in tune with his feelings, but not willing to admit to it. Out of the corner of his eye he watched his mom come out, a tray of lemonade and dessert fingers that had Puck bouncing on his toes. With a sigh he watched as Toby slouched in a resigned way, heading towards their mom and letting the baseball mit drop from his hand on the way.

"Hey mom?" Puck piped up, already reaching for a muffin and waited until her attention was on him before he continued. "Why don’t me and Toby have those timers? You know, the ones that everyone else get to have."

Mrs. Puckerman stopped for a moment, a slow smile on her lips. “You’ve already met your soulmates,” she explained to her confused sons, a small laugh escaping her as they both shot her the same bemused look. “You’re each others soulmates.”

"The fuck?"

"What?"

With a sigh she crossed her legs, smoothing out her skirt before she went on to explain. “Your soulmate doesn’t have to be someone who you fall in love with. It’s someone who knows you on a level that nobody else in this world does,” she told them, watching as they looked at one another in unison. “You were born with timers, but when you were placed next to one another in my arms they counted down and faded.”

"So, what, does that mean I’ll never fall in love?" Toby frowned, kicking at the ground in annoyance. 

"No, you will," their mom placated, her hand reaching out for her youngest twin and she smiled as he easily held her hand. Puck rarely showed this kind of emotion, but she watched as the news finally dawned on him. "I never told you this because you never asked and I assumed you both knew. Boys, you will fall in love and it will be magical. Maybe it’ll be to another twin—"

“Hot.”

"Puck," she frowned, though her eyes shone in amusement. "I’m not sure how it works, but you will fall in love. But you are each others soulmates. You will change each others life, leave an impact. That’s all it means, but I promise you’ll both find someone eventually."

Placated, Toby smiled and leaned in to kiss his mom on the cheek. “Thank you,” he whispered before he looked at Puck.

Ughhhhhhh! Why would you say that! I’m already obsessed with that song!

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