LOL I'M ALIVE GUYS DON'T WORRY!!

Everyone is born with a soulmate.

From the minute you first breathe in your own oxygen instead of shared air from your mother, your entire life is planned out. However, for others, sometimes it doesn't go according to plan.

Soulmates die, just like any human does, a life snuffed out that leaves another without a person to spend the rest of theirs with. How to tell if your soulmate is still alive is actually quite simple, the minute their blood runs cold and their heart stops beating, so does yours.

You don't die, you just basically feel as cold as your lovers now stiff and unmoving body. After all, their heart was beating only for you just as yours was to them, so without them your heart doesn't have a reason to keep beating.

If you are still feeling warm and the pulse still thrums beneath your skin, you simply have to wait. For what exactly? That's the catch. Whatever your soulmate writes upon their skin is immediately etched onto your own. It may seem endearing and romantic, but for you, well, you wouldn't use either of those words.

"Oh my fuck!" You yelled, scrubbing at your wrist harshly as your friend chuckled lowly. Ever since about a month ago your soulmate has been really active with drawing on their wrist.

Sadly, it wasn't cute little doodles.

"Did another dick appear on your wrist?" Chica snorted, watching as you groaned into the school bathroom sink. Standing out like a sore thumb was none other than a crude drawing of the male genitalia, written in thick black ink on your exposed wrist.

"Who in their right mind would draw dicks on their own arm" you scoffed, chucking the rag you were clutching into the trashcan at your side. Chica simply shrugged, fixing her eyeliner in the gross reflective surface your school calls a mirror.

"Maybe it isn't them, it could be a friend doing it for fun" She stated, cringing when a blond piece of her hair touched the grimy mirror. An eye roll was all she got in response, her heels clicking behind you as you excited the bathroom.

"You could always get them back y'know" the blonde tittered, rummaging through her bag and emerging with a red sharpie of her own. Without another word, she grasped your arm in manicured fingers and began writing, each scrawl tickling the sensitive flesh.

When she was done the Sharpie gave a satisfied pop once recapped, leaving you to read what it had marked. In red ink was an arrow, pointing towards the previous drawing with the words 'It's pretty small' in neat handwriting that only a high school girl could possess.

"What? You wanted it to stop so I helped" Chica muttered, meeting your grimace with a smirk, tossing the marker at your hovering hand.

"If they answer back just write a response" She called back, skipping down the hall as the bell rang, signalling the end of the day. You weren't sure which was scarier, the amount of people now inhabiting the halls or the feeling of unease settling within your stomach.

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"Mike....I've told you multiple times to stop drawing those on my arm!" Vincent shrieked, ripping his bare arm way from his friend's grasp. The blue eyed male snorted, pocketing his marker.

"Your soulmate probably hates you" Mike snickered, eyeing his work of art from across the café table. Vincent winced, running a hand through his hair with stressful hands, he was the only one in his friend group who hasn't found his soulmate yet. All he knew about them was they had an exam in a week according to the reminders scrawled on his hand. The motion didn't go unnoticed, his friend noticing it immediately.

"Don't sweat it man, you'll meet them soon" Mike spoke, resting a hand on his clothed shoulder, giving it a squeeze. Just as Vincent was about to change the subject, something tickled his wrist, just beside where Mike was previously drawing. With curious eyes, he flipped his arm, exposing the new markings.

"Ha!" Mike suddenly yelled, keeling over in laughter as his snorts echoed off the walls. In neat red handwriting were the words, 'Its pretty small' accompanied with a little arrow pointing towards the drawing inflicted by his friend.

Vincent sputtered, a fond smile stretching across his face as he inspected the response. Without a second thought, Vincent began reaching for the marker peeking from within Mike's pocket, plucking the object from within its fabric prison.

"Can I borrow this, I have a feeling I'll need it?" Vincent asked, earning a nod between shoulder wracking laughter. With an eye roll, Vincent stood to leave, taking his coffee with cold hands as he exited the small café.

Two could play at this game.

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You expected alot of things when you got home, warm heat, the sight of your laptop perched at the edge of your coffee table, the smell of homeliness. The tickle growing ever more present on your wrist was not on that list.

"I'm not even going to look" you muttered, entering your house with an elongated sigh as you plopped onto the couch. The springs creaked in protest at the flop that was just inflicted upon it, eliciting another sigh from your lips.

Apparently, laying facedown in a stack of pillows made you think, all thoughts leading to the itch on your limp wrist. Hastily, you turned over, bringing the appendage to eye level as you scanned it quickly.

"I would draw the size of the real thing but I don't think you'd enjoy a dick going all the way to your forearm" you read aloud, sputtering as your face went red, eyeballing the small winky face drawn beside the words. Great, he's also a pervert, "Great way to start a Weekend, just great" you sighed, flinging the arm over your tired eyes.

Today marked the official day of Spring Break, meaning you got to stay home and do what you do best, nothing. However, thanks to the sudden response it seems you would be quite busy, great.

The feeling of something digging into your side made you wince, reaching with your other hand as you mindlessly searched your pockets. Your fingers caught onto something smooth and cold, pulling it out with a harrumph as it glimmered in the light.

The Sharpie

A whirlwind of thoughts filled your head, one part was screaming to throw it across the room and forget about it all, and the other was whispering for you to answer the remark. 'If they answer back just write a response' Chica's voice echoes in your ears, making you groan in languish and uncap the bright marker.

"I'm going to kill her" you growled, resting the tip onto your warm skin and shivering at the coldness of its surface. At first you were just going to write a response, but an evil idea popped into your head, moving the marker to rest on your forehead, you didn't plan on going outside at all this week anyway, but something tells you they were.

All reasonable thoughts were pushed aside as you made swirl after swirl just below your hairline, smirking once done. (Don't ask how you managed to write something on your forehead without a mirror, you're just good like that).

With a satisfied chuckle, you pocketed the marker, digging your marked face into the pillows quickly. Now all there was left to do was wait.

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"Mike!" Vincent screamed, the sound carrying quickly down his apartment hallway. Blue eyes flitted from hands trying to unlock their shared room to his best friend, a loud burst of laughter following soon after.

"Its not funny asshole! I was in the middle of a card game with Fritz and Scott and Scott suddenly goes, 'Hey dude, look in the mirror' and when I stood up to go to the bathroom this was on my forehead". Mike's laughter didn't cease, in fact it managed to form into snorts, his hand smacking into the door with genuine humor at his best friend's predicament.

"I can't wait until you meet her, I can tell we are going to get along well!" He chuckled, wiping fake tears from his eyes as he finally opened the door, allowing his embarrassed colleague inside.

Once within safe walls, Vincent ran towards the bathroom, ripping around the corner as he barreled inside the tiny room. Just above the sink, he stared back at his own refection, giving a loud, anguished sigh of regret.

In thick red ink was the word 'CUNT' scrawled messily just below his hairline, its bold letters standing out quite bluntly.

"Mike! What am I going to do!!" Vincent whined, trudging down the corridor as he flopped onto their couch. Mike wasn't the wisest person he knew, the guy had half his brain missing and once tried to make toast in a coffeemaker, but he was the only person he trusted with this new development he possessed.

"Well, the only way it'll come off is if she scrubs it off" Mike rummaged through his closet messily, emerging with black fabric clutched in his fingers. "But for now, you can use this beanie to cover it up" his best friend chided, throwing the thing unceremoniously on the couch with a huff.

"We need food, so your coming with me to the store" the words were like another nail in the coffin to Vincent. However, he simply whimpered as he let his friend drag him out the door.

Great.

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"Why are you like this" you groaned, pulling the beanie you were wearing further over your head. Chica simply grinned widely, taking a turn dangerously fast.

"I have to run some errands at the store and my mom won't let me drive without someone with me, and she trusts you the most" Chica responded, turning into the local store with a loud bump as she went over the curb. You clutched onto the seat intensely, gritting your teeth as the car finally idled to a stop.

"Are you sure she doesn't hate me, because I think this is a secret plot to kill me with your driving" you muttered, pulling the beanie snuggly over your forehead as Chica gave a light smack to your head.

An eyes roll and lots of angry muttering later, the both of you stepped into the cool air of the tiny store. The bell jingling on your arrival caused the cashier to nearly topple over, waking up with a start.

"Welcome to Freddy's!" He bellowed, chuckling as he caught his balance, brown hair falling over bright blue eyes. Chica gave a vibrant smile, waving at the boy briskly, "Hey Fred! You're shift is today?".

Fred rolled his eyes dramatically, flipping the chestnut locks from his view with a tanned hand.

"Yeah, dad is in the back if you want to say hello" he muttered, giving a loud yawn, pearly white teeth shining in the cheap overhead lights. Chica simply nodded, grabbing your hand as she flaunted over to the produce section, making sure to throw a flirtatious smile over her shoulder.

Reflexively, you rolled your eyes at her antics, grabbing an apple and stuffing it into a plastic bag.

"Why don't you talk to him, Chi, he could be your soulmate" you chided, watching as your best friend's smile faded to an uncharacteristic frown. The subject was dropped as quickly as it appeared, Chica putting on a fake smile as she stuffed her bag unnecessarily quick.

Taking the moment to collect your thoughts, you moved over to the snack aisle, staring at the tiled floor with fixed attention. Suddenly, something, or rather someone, slammed into you roughly, eliciting a loud squeak from your throat as your body began falling backwards dangerously.

Cold air met your head as your beanie slid off and onto the floor with a ruffle, leaving your own markings out for the world to see. Before you could slam ungracefully into the cold floor, warm arms slid around your waist, just saving you from an untimely demise.

Okay, that was a bit dramatic but it still would have hurt.

Your eyes opened instinctively as you stared up at the person hovering over you, meeting bright white eyes nearly covered by purple hair. However, it wasn't the eyes nor the hair that caught your attention, but the red marking between the two.

In bright red capital letters was none other than the word 'CUNT' drawn out, matching perfectly to your own. Most people would become joyous and happy at meeting their soulmate, hugging them tightly and walking off into the sunset.

However, the words that came out of your mouth were not exactly joyous nor romantic.

"Nice tattoo, dork" you snorted, earning a surprised huff in response.

"I would say the same, but red isn't exactly your color" the stranger spoke, deep voice ringing down the aisle as you were lifted up briskly onto your own two feet. Awkward silence ensued, both of you glancing around.

"So, my name is Vincent" the guy spoke, holding out his hand for you to take. For a moment, you simply stared at the offered hand, not knowing what to do.

"Y/N" you managed to croak out, taking his hand in yours, warmth radiating from the skin coming in contact. Something warm and fuzzy invaded your chest, making you feel an emotion never before encountered.

You felt complete.

From your interlocked hands, a pulse was felt, the thrum tickling your palm softly. The beat matched your own, a patter of hearts connected by fate, only to stop beating when the other stopped as well. It was a scary yet thrilling feeling, causing an exhilarating shiver up your spine.

Everyone is born with a soulmate, and yours was Vincent Bishop.

I'm not dead! Just stressed tf out, this was a very long chapter inspired by sappy AU's I saw on Tumblr. If you have a one-shot idea you want to see, comment it please! Hope you enjoyed the chapter!