Summary/Request: Requested by @sailover2: Could you do an outsiders soulmate AU with two-bit where the first words your soulmate says to you are writen on your arm? If not its ok.
Everyone knew that on their fifth birthday the first words their soulmate would ever say to them would appear on their arm. When your words appeared they were mildly foreboding, ‘Squeeze my hand if you can hear me’. They were always words that worried you because it said that you must have gotten into some sort of trouble, must have been dazed or hurt or something along those lines and it worried you even from the age of five because what could possibly happen that you’d need to squeeze someone’s hand to communicate.
It meant that you spent a lot of your time dreading the moments running up to meeting your soulmate, knowing that you’d be in pain or hurt or something bad was going to happen.
When it actually happened, it happened so fast that you didn’t even comprehend that this must have been the moment. You weren’t sure how it happened. You were always so careful when you crossed the road, you always crossed at crossings and you always looked left and right before you made any move to cross. But that didn’t help that day, somehow you managed to choose the moment to cross at which a car suddenly turned the corner and it happened so fast that you were sure shock was more prevalent in you than any other feeling.
You never saw yourself being hit by a car, never imagined what it would be like. It was shock and numbness and laboured breathing, it was an inability to get any words out or even try to move. There was a numbness, a dull pain that you knew would increase the moment shock wore off.
You could just make out the sounds of people running towards you, someone ordering another person to phone an ambulance from a pay phone, before kneeling beside you.
He was a young man, a greaser about your age, but he looked softer than most of them did in that moment, soft and calm and you didn’t understand how he was so calm.
You feel him slide his hand into yours and your eyes follow him as he leans closer, “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.” you do because you can, you’re scared and shocked but you can hear and you can breathe (even if it’s harder). He kneels there with you until the ambulance comes, he joins you in ambulance and he’s not speaking, but you find him comforting nonetheless. You’re not sure if that’s because he said the words on your arm or because he was there and that was enough.
You’re not sure how long you’re at the hospital, you know you fall unconscious and wake up later, bandaged, hooked up to machines and ever so tired and confused. He’s still with you, sat in a chair by the bed and there’s a swelling of affection in your chest.
“T-thank you” It’s croaked out, your voice feels like it hasn’t been used in 50 years and it’s the snapping of his head and the relief in his smile that makes the effort worth it.
You notice that your arm, your words are on display and further smile on his part lets you know that he knows. He’s your soulmate and your his and it’s so strange that you feared this moment, but part of you thinks that you’d go through everything again for this moment.
“I’m Two-Bit...” At your confused frown he blushes at little, “Keith...but everyone...” You understand, everyone called him Two-Bit because no one called him Keith.
