I'm trying one of the many 'soulmate au' things because... I don't even know but I thought this prompt was funny (found on rubyrushha on Tumblr) Enjoy!

Also - adult language in this one.

'Fuck you.'

That's what's been written on my skin since I was born. That's what has been permanently displayed on the back of my hand for my whole life and, if I never found whoever was supposed to utter those words first, then they would be permanently displayed for the rest of my life too. Although then they might be a little more relevant to my situation because then I can proudly say "Fuck you." To whoever was supposed to turn up.

Of course, it's a common topic of conversation between my friends and me, since they've all already found their soulmates, lucky bastards.

Mia, surprisingly the dirtiest of us all considering she's the youngest too, seems to think that I might need to take part in a few... one night stands to find my soulmate. She thinks 'Fuck you' and her mind goes elsewhere.

"Fuck you." Someone mumbles, and I come back into reality to see that I just walked right into them, or maybe them into me considering their eyes are glued to their phone. My jaw clenches and words spill out on their own.

"OH! SO YOU'RE THE MOTHERFUCKER WHO GAVE ME THE WORST FUCKING SOULMARK EVER! WELL GUESS WHAT! I WILL NEVER LET THIS GO. THERE IS NOTHING WORSE THAN HAVING THE WORDS "Fuck you!" PERMANENTLY MARKED ON YOUR SKIN!"

The girl looks me dead in the eyes and I actually flinch backwards. Her eyes are so... I don't even know how to describe them... piercing, maybe, but that doesn't seem strong enough. I feel like she's looking right through me and at my soul, like she's reading my thoughts and tearing me open at the same time.

I kinda like it.

"Imagine having that speech in all caps." She growls and then laughs when I flinch again.

"I'm so sorry!" I gasp, clasping a hand over my mouth.

"It's fine, it's not like you had a choice really. Like I usually don't say 'fuck you' when I walk into someone." She points out and now that she's smiling her entire face seems softer. She's gorgeous.

"Thanks." She giggles, and I inwardly facepalm for thinking out loud, "I'm Lauren, by the way."

"Y/n." I reply, sticking out my hand to shake hers. As we shook them, I caught a glimpse of the tattoo-like markings disappearing, so I quickly pulled back and watched it pause in its disappearance, faded but still readable.

"Wha-" She begins with a frown, but I quickly pull out my phone and hold my hand out, asking her to do the same. Reluctantly, she does it and I position my hand to the left of hers and take a picture.

"Really?" She asks, and I laugh.

"These have got to be one of the funniest soulmarks out there." I point out, and she laughs too, and then quickly reaches over and takes my hand, interlocking our fingers. As we watch the inky substance fade into emptiness, a group of people who have gathered around us at some point burst into applause. They must've noticed when I was yelling at her... oops.

"Well, Y/n, I'm sure it'll be a pleasure falling in love with you." She smirks, and I'm blushing, "And we've got to start somewhere. What're you doing today?"