Sebastian Stan (+ characters) Oneshots

TJ Hammond - Words To Be Spoken

TJ Hammond x Reader

Requested by @Revolutionary-Angel :) This is another TJ Hammond soulmate fic where your soulmate's first words are tattooed on your arm, hope you enjoy! (Also, I have decided that using they/them pronouns for the reader is best for everyone, so keep that in mind when reading. This includes when a oneshot is written specifically for someone, because I don't want to judge their gender based on their name)

"What kind of first words are those?" Your best friend asked, taking a sip of their smoothie. You sighed and threw your hands up in the air.

"That's what I was thinking! At least I don't meet a lot of people that greet me like this," you replied, looking at the words on your wrist in annoyance. Your friend shrugged.

"I sure hope not. I just wonder what kind of context that will be in. I can only imagine what his arm must say," they joked, grinning at you. You smiled and rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back in your uncomfortable cafe chair.

"Knowing myself, I probably say something sassy or stupid," you joked back. They laughed and nodded. You fell silent for a few minutes as they finished up their smoothie. You had finished yours a while ago, but they had insisted on staying at the shop until they finished theirs as well.

You sighed and looked down at your wrist again. The three words that you had wondered about for years sat there, taunting you. The first words your soulmate would ever say to you.

Not until six.

What does that even mean? Not until six? What do you say to elicit that kind of answer from someone? You had pondered over this ever since you could read the words. You had asked everyone you knew what it could be, and no one had an answer. You knew you would have to wait until you found your soulmate to figure it out, but you were too impatient for that. You wanted to know now.

You spoke mindlessly to your friend until they finished their drink. You both stood up and made your way out of the shop, but your mind was still elsewhere. Even as they spoke on and on about their own soulmate (you shipped it hard, so when you can't think about them it's pretty serious.)

"(Y/N)? Are you okay?" They asked, tapping you on the shoulder when they stopped the car at a red light. You looked over at them in a daze and shrugged.

"Don't know. I can't stop thinking about this," you replied, trailing your fingers over the words on your wrist. Your friend sighed and kept driving when the light turned green.

"Well, what does it feel like? Is it literally all you can think about? Does the tattoo kind of tingle a little bit?" They asked, peering at you out of the corner of their eyes.

You sighed. "First of all, eyes on the road. Second of all, yeah, kinda. I don't know why, but I can't think of anything but this tattoo. I've had this for so long and all of a sudden, I just can't get my mind off of it." A small smile appeared on your friend's face as you spoke, and you furrowed your eyebrows. "What? What does that mean?"

"Well," they began, "it usually means that your soulmate is close, and you're going to meet them soon. I think it does that just in case your first words are something mundane like hello or something. It lets you know to keep a lookout for them," they smiled. You fell silent, a small smile gracing your features as well. Your gaze dropped to your wrist again, but now there was a new found hope in your chest. They were here.

You were able to slip into a light conversation to take your mind off of the strange sensation in your wrist. You laughed at each other's jokes and made fun of drivers as you passed by them. Every once in a while they would start yelling with road rage, but it would only make you laugh harder.