((prompt: You don’t have a name tattoo on your wrist, meaning you probably don’t have a soulmate but you didn’t want your friends to tease you about it so you had a tattoo made on your wrist about some name you picked at random because your friend said she wanted to see it soon. And then somehow there’s a person claiming to be your soulmate and they’re kind of cute and sweet so you don’t know what to do.))
prompt given via: http://silentpeaches.tumblr.com/post/125291322610/soulmate-au-story-ideas
okay, so ||broken dreams|| was slightly depressing, so lets have some fluff with a dash of angst for this story! I hope you readers look forward to it
warnings: none
**dont repost/plagiarize this story**
word count: 2,800+
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When you were born, there wasn’t a single name etched on your right wrist.
In the world that you lived in, having a name etched on to the skin of your wrist meant that you were connected to your soulmate. Taking into consideration about the millions of people who shared the same name, people often told you that despite there being many Johns, Teresas, or Larrys in the world, they weren’t quite the same as your John, Teresa, or Larry.
That whenever you met the person destined for you, you would somehow know.
False Destinies || Peter Parker x Reader [soulmate au]
Published
Toad's Cave 