25 to life // euphoria one shots

30 - moving fast, aren't we?

" well, would you be running back and apologizing to me if i wasn't your soulmate? "

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- nate x reader
- 1st person
- y/n's perspective
- soulmate au! where everyone was born seeing in black and white but once they meet their soulmate, they see color

dammit! i missed my flight. now i gotta reschedule it. what the heck am i doing with myself?

i continued to haul my briefcases behind me as i dragged my feet in a hurried pace towards a desk, tempting to almost waltz and push people out of my way while the [insert a name of a place here] airport bustled with noise and activity. there were so many crowds of people upon people, each moving to their own terminals for various reasons, each with unique stories. some had children with them, some traveling alone, some youth traveling in small groups for a study-abroad trip, others looking completely exhausted from jet lag yet readying themselves to succumb to darker eye bags and deeper exhaustion for the next flight to board.

it was baffling how busy airports can become and how much people of different origins, uniqueness, and wittiness it held under one roof, all with one motive: travel. somewhere. anywhere.

i desperately got past crowds and finally in line that led to a reception desk, waiting patiently for the line to end as i caught myself up, catching my breath and relaxing while slowly hauling my luggage forward with me with every step closer i got towards the desk.

what felt like a slow at least 10 to 15 minutes later, i was a few feet away from the desk, adjusting my outfit slightly before the person in front of me finished talking to the lady behind the desk and walked away. now it's my turn.

approaching the desk, luggage still in hand, i was about to speak when i got interrupted, "hey, excuse me. i need to-" i felt someone from behind me bump their way into me, jarring my body slightly, pushing me to the side so that i'm no longer directly facing the lady behind the desk, and essentially losing my spot in line.

"hey! i'm so sorry but i'm in a hurry. like a really bad hurry. i need help." i shot a complete look of utterly frustrated shock at the very thin, tall figure that took my spot in line. they spoke very quickly and panted like a dog, presumably from running.

the lady glanced nervously at me and motioned for me to stay where i was, tending to the man in a hurry first before dealing with me. i thought this shit was unfair and frankly, i felt fed up. i tapped the man on their upper arm, getting their attention. i wanted at least a simple apology for the interruption.

"hey, could you be more careful next time?" i exclaimed, my arms crossed as they began to turn and face me. that's when it all hit me at once: i realized that my vision was blossoming. in what way? i realized that my eyes were beginning to see color, the black and white was fading away like my vision was going through a transformation.

my mind clicked with the colors of my surroundings: i saw blue in the corner of a billboard, white hues and grey carpets decorating the entirety of the airport, people wearing black business suits, children wearing vibrant jackets ranging from red to purple, people walking by like speckles of color amidst some of the wooden, cocoa brown walls of small coffee and souvenir shops.

i looked around, a bit shocked and blown away by the new adjustment. i looked back at the man, now seeing his expression clearly, and what colors made him up may i add. he wore a teal sweatshirt with dark grey sweatpants, and some sneakers with lines of bright grey hues, his shoes almost contrasting against the dark grey carpets hugging the ground.

he looked at me with widened eyes as well, staring at me broodingly. i felt like if i looked hard enough into his lucid, brown eyes, i could see my reflection against the glossiness of them. i recognized how pink his lips were too, almost vibrant yet complimenting his rather brighter skin tone.

i took this all in, and realized that he's my soulmate. once we looked at each other, we both saw color. "i'm-" before he could speak, his words coming out like a breathless mutter from that deep voice and sharp jawline, i instinctively gripped onto my luggage and fled the scene, my mind contorting into a state of a panic-stricken frenzy. i ran away as fast as i could, my legs maneuvering my body at a speed faster than i've ever ran in gym class like my life depended on it.

i finally caught on to how fast my heart was beating like a drum against my chest. it was like when the color came to my eyes, all the noises around me came to a temporary halt, but now that i keep running past terminals, desperately trying to flee and find a spot to relieve myself, the noises and absurd emotions all came crashing back down like a play button was pressed, and my world became normal again, all my five senses settling and working.

i started smelling the food from the small restaurants i passed by, even seeing the colors of the logos and electric neon signs! i heard the chatter and footsteps of crowds, the sizzling of grills' tops from certain restaurants far behind, and the slight whirring of flat escalators; i tasted a foreign dryness beginning to make its way into my throat as if i've been spending time in a desert; i felt perspiration gradually build its way to the sides of my head and my shoulders, sweating as i continued dragging myself and my luggage like a lunatic.

holy fuck. my mind couldn't process what was happening. the fact that i had a soulmate at all was a revelation. before i could even get a grip of where i was running to, i heard that deep voice call out from behind me, "hey, wait up!" i felt them get ever-so-closely and lightly tap my shoulder to get my attention. melting under their touch, i felt the hairs on my arms slightly prick up, and they made me stop speeding. instead, i resorted to fast-walking, trying to catch my breath while blocking them from my peripheral view.

i don't know how many terminals i managed to walk by, but i felt like i was on the other side of the airport by now. i felt the presence shift back, this time, walking next to me. "moving fast, aren't we?" the man retorted, chuckling with a hint of discomfort as he was trying to catch his breath with me as well.

i felt so vulnerable for some reason, and i couldn't decide what to do next as i saw the doorways leading out of the airport come into view in the distance. but something in me decided to stop myself, and face my shock and panic, my bull in an arena, directly. i came to a halt, finally letting each other adjust. his broad figure easily towered over me, forcing me to crane my head up to look at him.

"so," he began to catch his breath, "we're soulmates, right? you see colors now, like me?" i silently nodded. i watched him as he slightly fanned himself with his sweatshirt, pinching the fabric between his fingers. "damn, you run fast. how much does your fucking luggage weigh?" we both laughed a bit. i shot him a cocky smile, kind of appreciating the fact that he was lightening up the situation, and it didn't really feel awkward between us.

i felt dumb for fleeing the scene, but i've been overthinking the whole soulmate thing, and i wasn't sure if i really wanted one or had one for that instance. the thought kinda scared me, and now that i'm seeing him in front of me, full view of everything that made up who he was physically, i couldn't bare it straight away.

"look, i'm sorry for giving you a bad first impression, and i shouldn't have pushed you." he stated. "well, would you be running back and apologizing to me if i wasn't your soulmate?" i asked out of curiosity, crossing my arms and giving him a bit of a pouty expression. he gave me a slightly annoyed sigh while smiling. "honestly, probably not." he replied. "well at least i know your honest." i retorted. we both chuckled, and i uncrossed my arms, staring back at his face with sincerity.

his eyes seemed glossier than earlier as he stared back at me with a gentle smile on his lips. "i'm nate." he held his hand out for me to shake. "i'm y/n." i said casually, taking the handshake. nate's smile widened at our little interaction.

"i can't bond right now, but i could at least give you my number. would you like that?" he offered. i pretended to be in a state of thinking, tapping my finger on my chin. "hmm.. i'm not sure, nate." i teased sarcastically, making him shake his head and laugh at me.

"okay okay. go ahead." i accepted. nate carefully rummaged through his bag and took out a notepad and pen. he wrote down his number and ripped the tiny paper out of the notepad, handing it to me. i looked down at the slip of paper, seeing the number and his name written out with a smile. nate jacobs.

"so do you forgive me?" he asked, still staring at me with those glossy, almost sympathetic, soft eyes. "i'll call you later and tell you about it." i replied.

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