thededfa:

writing-prompt-s:

In the world where whatever you write/draw on your skin will appear on your soulmate’s skin, it can’t be erased by the person who received it. You’ve been writing on your arm to your soulmate for years, but you never got a reply. You thought they were dead or just hate soulmates, so you gave up. Then one day, while partying hard, your asshole bestfriend drew a dick on your cheek, you woke up to find on your belly, in messy handwriting, the word “WTF”. Your stupid ass doesn’t understand why your soulmate decided to write you back now, until you see the neighbor kid who lost both of their arms with a dick very  similar to the one on your face. Damn.

At first you just stare at her, unable to sort through the emotions blaring in your head like a siren shorting out. She gives the normal smile and head nod, but when you don’t respond her eyes narrow and her mouth opens to most likely yell those cutting remarks she’s known for. At this point your brain decides that you should feel the situation is hilarious and you break into giggles. Once the giggles start they quickly grow into hiccuping laughter and you sit on the sidewalk right there by the mailbox to laugh.

She nudges you with her foot. “You all right?”

You force down some giggles to reply, “It’s just, I’ve been dealing with some shit. Y’know, what if I don’t have a soulmate, what if they don’t want me, am I alone in the universe, I’ve been freaking out.” A gust of laughter forces itself out as she sits next to you.

“I’ve been writing to my soulmate on my arm. Long letters, doodles, little notes. They’ve never once answered back. It gets to you.”

She nods sympathetically. “Yeah, I get that.”

“You don’t have any arms.” You feel bad about blurting it out like that, but damn it you’re having a moment.

She rolls her eyes. “Wow. You finally noticed.” She gestures with her prosthetics. “And I’ll have you know I have a lot of arms!”

You snort. “No, I mean-” You realize that your hoodie is hiding your cheek and pull the hood back.

The dick drawn in sharpie catches her eyes and her mouth falls open. “Oh my god! I don’t have arms!”

You lift your shirt to show the shaky WTF in pen. She skillfully catches the hem of her shirt with her prosthetic and shows the matching letters above her belly button.

“So, I’ve been writing to my soulmate but she never got the message.”

She snickers. “You never thought to write on your legs?”

You bump her with your shoulder. “I’ll have you know my legs haven’t seen the light of day in years.”

“I can believe that.”

You stare at her with the giddy realization that you found her. You found your soulmate! “God, I’m such a dumbass.”

The corners of her eyes crinkle with her smile. “I can work with that.”