Coffee Shops and Scars
Request: “hello there! your works are absolutely amazing and I enjoy reading them so much~ keep doing what you do!!! I would love to request a soulmate au where both newt and reader can feel and witness each other’s pain and even fresh wounds on their own body!! (eg. if newt gets a paper cut, so does the reader at the same time) welcome to the angst train _(:3/”
Word Count: 3,434
Pairing: Newt x Reader
Warning: Mentions of blood
Your friend holds a bowl of popcorn out to you when it happens.
You curse and grab your arm, curling up and grimacing.
“Again?” Is all Maria says, placing the bowl back in her lap and taking a handful of popcorn.
You groan. “I’m going to kill this idiot when I meet him.”
She laughs. “You’re going to kill your soulmate?”
“Yes.” You grumble.
“Well, how bad is it this time?” She crunches the popcorn in her mouth as the two of you ignore the record droning on in the background.
You remove your hand from your bicep. A red patch of skin grows under where your hand was clutched, bubbling up in the center. You hiss at the sight.
“Oh, that’s disgusting. Do you have your medkit?”
You nod, squeezing your eyes shut. “How the hell did he get a burn there?” You mumble, reaching to your hip and unlatching the medkit you carry with you. It holds everything from tiny bandages to a tourniquet. The tourniquet was a joke gift from another friend when they’d noticed all the scars covering your body, but you’re not so sure you won’t need it someday.
“Leaned against an open oven?”
“With their upper arm?”
She shrugs, tossing more popcorn into her mouth. “Possible.”
“Whatever.” You dig around in the bag and find the bottle of burn cream. You’d bought it six months before and used half of it already.
Maria looks back to the record player, watching the disk spin. “You’re missing the best part of the song.”
“I’m sorry, I’m a little busy.” You spit. You’d been having a perfectly good night before your soulmate had to go and do something stupid.
You finish applying the burn cream when a deep cut suddenly rips opens on your left forearm. A trail of blood rushes out of it, dripping onto your blanket before you can grab anything.