Word Count: 2500
Summary: Soulmates can contact one another by writing on their skin. Whatever one writes on their skin will appear on the skin of their soulmate. Reader is tired of waiting for their soulmate to write to them, so they decide to make the first move.
Warnings: swearing
Author’s Note: Just felt like writing a little thing in between classes on my phone. Sorry if there’s a bunch of spelling and grammar issues. If there are, please let me know and I’ll fix them.
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You sat in Mr. Davidson’s English
classroom, staring down at your hands as the teacher drawled on about an
assignment that you had surprisingly finished long ago. Seventeen years had
passed and not once did your soulmate write to you. Then again, you hadn’t
written to them either but that was beside the point. You were tired of waiting
and waiting for this unknown person to make a move and you were scared that
maybe you didn’t have a soulmate. What if something happened to them at birth?
Or if they died early on in life? There were just too many things that made you
scared, but you suddenly got the urge to do something about it. Very slowly you
picked up your pen and lowered it to your hand, writing a small ‘hi?’ below the knuckle of your index
finger.
You put your pen back down and
looked up at the teacher, knowing it was too late to take it back now, unless you
went to the bathroom and washed it off. There was a sudden shift at the back of
the room, as if someone had jolted in their desk. You looked over your shoulder
to see none other than Connor Murphy staring down at his hand, brows furrowed
and lips parted in shock. In that moment you felt her heart leap up into your
throat and you looked back to the front of the room, trying to pretend like you
hadn’t just noticed Connor staring at his hand in the exact spot you had
written your soulmate a note. Connor Murphy. Your best friend’s brother. You
swallowed thickly, glancing down at your hand as a shaky response came.
‘Hi’
You smiled at that and your heart
started racing. Your soulmate had responded to you. If it truly was Connor, and
you weren’t positive yet, but you had to know for sure before you made any sort
of move in case Connor freaked out at you. So, you didn’t turn around as much
as you wanted to and instead, picked your pen back up, but before you could
write anything, another message curled along your hand and onto your wrist. You
subtly pulled down the sleeve of hoodie to read it, making sure no one else
would notice.
‘I was starting to think you didn’t exist’
You bit the inside of your lip and
put your pen to your wrist, writing out the words, ‘Sorry, I was too afraid to write anything. I didn’t think anyone would
answer.’
‘Guess we were in the same boat then’
The bell sounded, signaling the end
of class and you pushed your sleeve back down, eyes on your books as you
gathered them up quickly, knowing you had to meet Zoe out in the parking lot.
Connor suddenly pushed past your desk, moving quickly out the door but not
before you noticed your curved handwriting twisting across the back of his
hand. A grin pulled onto your face as you realized that your soulmate was here.
He was right here this whole time. Most people had to travel the world looking
for their soulmate, but you were fortunate enough to have him in the same town
as you. You stuffed the rest of your things in your bag and hurried out the
door after him. You found him at his locker, tossing his belongings inside of
it rather aggressively. As much as you wanted to say something, you suddenly
felt too anxious at the though of saying anything to him and turned away,
instead moving down the hallway towards your locker instead, the entire way
there mentally kicking yourself for not being upfront with him.
Stopping at your locker, you took your
pen and wrote on the back of your hand carefully.
‘Connor?’
You watched his entire body tense
up, staring down at his hand in disbelief. Then his eyes started scanning the
hall, almost frantically for the person who was writing to him. You instantly
tensed, turning back to your locker and pretended you hadn’t just written to
him, heart racing. After a few moments you glanced up at him only to see him hurrying
back down the hallway, a look of distress on his face. You nibbled your lip as you
put your unneeded books in your locker before taking out another bag and
closing it, hurrying down the hallway with your extra bag tucked under your arm.
You were planning on a sleepover at the Murphy house and the fact that you had
just discovered Connor was your soulmate made it all the more stressful. As you
made your way to the parking lot, you pulled your hoodie sleeves over your
hands, gripping the material with your fingers. But as you did, you noticed the
words smudging and your brow furrowed.
When you got outside, you saw
Connor rubbing at the back of his hand angrily, arguing with Zoe. You pulled your
bags a little closer, your grip on your sleeves tightening as you tried to
force a smile, “Hey!”
Zoe turned to you and her agitated expression
fell away, a smile appearing on her face, “y/n, hey. We still on for tonight?”
“We better be. I left my car at
home,” You joked as you approached, banter was always a fun part of your time
with Zoe. It was familiar and it calmed you down in the slightest. Connor
climbed into the back, door slamming behind him and you flinched, “What’s up
with Connor today?”
Zoe rolled her eyes as she circled
the car, a smile on her face as she joked, “When isn’t anything up with
Connor?” You climbed into the passenger seat and twisted the strap of your bag
nervously in your hand, noticing the smudged ink across your knuckles. Zoe
hopped into the driver seat and started the car, “Anyway, he’s got writing,
like, all over his hand and-”
“Shut the fuck up,” Connor snapped
in the back seat, very clearly upset at the fact his sister knew about it.
You smiled slightly, glancing up in
the rearview mirror back at Connor. He looked furious, cheeks a bright pink and
he continued scrubbing at the writing on his hand. The action just smearing the
ink further across his knuckles as he tried to remove it.
“I bet they didn’t answer, right?”
Zoe said, jabbing at him as she tended to do, trying to rile him up.
“Fucking-shut up!” Connor snapped
back, seething in his seat, “And they wrote me first, if you must fucking
know.”
“And then they’ll run as soon as
they find out it’s you,” Zoe said with a small laugh as she turned a corner and
drove down the road toward their house.
“Zoe, that’s enough.” Both siblings
went silent at your voice, sharp and serious. You seemed visibly upset, staring
over at Zoe with pleading eyes, “Honestly, can you just drop it? Please. It’s
not funny.”
Zoe looked
back at the road and remained silent, biting the inside or her lip. Connor had
his brow furrowed, eyes staring at the back of your head, wondering what had
made you speak up against his sister.
When you
arrived, you hopped out of the car and walked up to the familiar house. Zoe was
close beside you and Connor was a few strides behind both of you. Once inside,
Connor instantly went upstairs and locked himself in his bedroom as usual. And
you and Zoe headed up to hers.
You tossed your bags down by the
foot of Zoe’s bed before taking a seat on the soft red sheets, pulling your bag
up into your lap and began rooting through it for your pajamas. As you did so,
Zoe sat down at the head of her bed, crossing her legs as she looked to you
curiously. You sent her a look and nervously continued looking for your
clothing, “What?”
“Don’t you play that game with me,”
She says, leaning forward curiously, “What was that in the car?”
“What was what?” You asked, pulling
out a tank top and a pair of plaid pajama bottoms.
She huffed in annoyance and laid
back on her bed, “y/n, come oooon! You know what I’m talking about.” Zoe sat up
quickly and gestured in the general direction of her car, “I had this whole
line of fun jokes lined up and you crushed them with your serious shit.”
“I just don’t think you should talk
about the whole ‘soulmate’ thing like that,” You say, looking down at your pajamas.
“Shit, I forgot yours has never
written to you,” She visibly cringed and moved closer, wrapping her arms around
you, “I feel like such a horrible friend right now…”
“It’s not even just that,” Your
fingers picked at a loose thread on your pajama bottoms as you leaned the side
of your head against hers, “It’s just such a heavy thing and I know what it
feels like to not have anyone. And I don’t think he deserves to feel alone. You
should let him have this little bit of happiness if talking to them makes him
happy.”
Zoe stared at you before she
cracked a smile and ruffled your hair, “You’re such a sap, you know that.”
“You know me. Always a sucker for combating
the suffocating feeling of crippling loneliness,” You joked and stood up,
gesturing to the door, “I’m gonna go get changed. I will be right back.”
Zoe giggled and saluted you with a
grin as you left to go to the bathroom. Once inside, you locked the door and slipped
off your hoodie, quickly washing off the smeared ink as best you could. Once
clean, you changed into your pajamas and hurried back into Zoe’s room, throwing
your clothing on top of your bag. You found her sitting on her bed in her
favourite pair of fuzzy ufo pajamas and she stood up when she noticed you, “You
wanna go watch a movie?”
“Totally,” You smiled and the two
of you made your way downstairs into the living room. You settled into the couch
with a fluffy blanket while Zoe grabbed the remote and hopped onto the couch
beside you. As Zoe flipped through the movies on Netflix there was suddenly a
loud bang from upstairs, like someone had punched a wall. Zoe sighed and leaned
back into the couch, fearing that Connor would have a temper tantrum that would
ruin your sleepover. You felt your chest tighten as another bang echoed through
the quiet house and you suddenly felt the urge to run upstairs. Then you noticed
letters appearing on your arm, small and along your wrist.
‘How do you know my name?’
You didn’t have a pen so you couldn’t
respond. Instead you turned your wrist inward, so Zoe wouldn’t see it the
letters in case she started asking questions. You bit the inside of your cheek,
heart pounding as Zoe continued to scroll through movies, finally settling on a
comedy you’d both seen a million times before. After a few moments, large
letters began appearing, taking up your entire forearm, your eyes widening in
shock.
‘FUCKING ANSWER ME’
Zoe’s eyes widened, “Oh my God,
your arm-”
Connor’s door flew open and he ran
a hand through his hair as he descended the stairs, “Fuck!”
You stared at him, instantly
noticing the words scrawled on his forearm, matching yours exactly. You
remained silent as Connor disappeared into the kitchen and you glanced at Zoe.
She seemed shocked and quietly
whispered, “It’s you…? You’re his soulmate?” Then it hit her and she pointed at
you triumphantly, “That’s why you were so defensive in the car!”
“Yes, okay? It’s me and I’m kinda
freaking out about it,” You said, face turning red as you pulled the blanket up
around you to hide your arm, “What if he’s upset that it’s me?”
“I don’t think he’ll be upset, y/n.
You’re amazing,” She said reassuringly as she glanced at the kitchen doorway. Zoe
let out a breath, shaking her head slightly in shock, “I just…I can’t believe
you’re destined to be with my brother.”
“Tell me about it,” You laughed
quietly, looking down at the blanket as your laughter faded.
“Are you…are you going to tell
him?” Zoe asked slowly.
“He deserves to know…but I just…I
don’t know what to say to him,” You say, biting your lip and looking up at the entrance
to the kitchen.
“Rip it off like a Band-Aid,” Zoe
suggests, “Get it off your chest right away and don’t think about it too much
of you’ll freak yourself out.”
“Okay. I can do this…” You rose to
your feet, dropping the blanket onto the couch as you hestitantly began walking
towards the kitchen.
“I’ll be right here if you need me,”
She whispered after you and you sent her a nervous smile before letting out a
breath and turned back to the kitchen. Slowly you made your way into the
doorway and watched as Connor stood at the sink, pouring himself some water.
“Connor?”
His body tensed but he didn’t turn
to face you. He sounded angry as he placed the glass of water beside the sink,
“I’m not in the mood to deal with your guys’ bullshit tonight, okay?”
You bit the inside of your cheek,
mulling over your thoughts and Zoe’s advice before quietly speaking, “I know
your name because I saw you with my handwriting on your hand when you pushed
past me after English class.”
Connor turned instantly,
recognizing his writing along your forearm. His eyes snapped up to your face
and his words died in his throat before he could say anything.
You were smiling gently as you met
his gaze, fingers nervously tugging at the hem of your shirt, “I guess I should
start with ‘I’m sorry for waiting so long to write you’?”
He was suddenly
rushing towards you and when he reached you, his arms wrapped around your
shoulders, pulling you close. You were startled at the sudden embrace but
returned it quickly, arms wrapping around his middle. Connor laughed
breathlessly, the side of his head leaning against yours, voice almost a
whisper, “You how have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you.”
Your smile
widened, and you leaned your head off his chest to look up at him. Tears were
dripping down his cheeks, but he looked happy, a wide smile gracing his
features. And to you, in that moment, he was the most beautiful thing you had
ever laid eyes on.
As you
stood there just staring at each other, taking in the moment, he felt like he
could trust you with anything. Like you were meant to be his and he was meant
to be yours. He felt like he could spend the rest of his life with you despite
only knowing you from the brief interactions you had. He felt like he loved you.
And he did. And he would for the rest of his life.
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