Dear Evan Hansen x reader one shots

"If I could tell her" (Zoe x reader) Soulmate AU

Writing prompt: Get the same injuries as your soulmate does.
👑{GENDER NEUTRAL READER, cause you know, girls and boys aren't the only people who read fanfic.}👑
Warnings: Mentions of abuse.

(Please note that if you or a loved one are being abused, the contents of this chapter may be triggering, I urge you to contact someone now. Read at your own discretion.)

~*Word Count:1148*~

(Reader's POV)

'It's Zoe'
My shoulder ached and yearned to be healed as if someone had made harsh physical to my shoulder in one of the hate filled beatings ever. I knew who's doing this was, I knew who had been abusing my soulmate for as long as my memory could possibly take me and yet, it never once went past my lips. 'My soulmate is Zoe, how could she not be? How can it be that she shows up to school each day with the same fingerprints on her wrists as I do, when impressions were never inflicted on me?'

I took in a shaky breath and walked into my next classroom, careful as not to bump into anyone. Connor Murphy, sat at our shared desk and glared at me as I made my way over and sat down in my assigned seat. I'd only ever spoken to him a few times due to us having to work together but I tried to keep my distance.

My wrists still bore the prints and impressions of the large hands that belonged to Connor., eyes continuing to travel to my classmate makes me take note of the fact that his knuckles were tinted with a certain hue that I had become so familiar with. I inhaled sharply and clenched my jaw.

"I'm so fucking sick of this" I mutter to myself. The boy with the bruised knuckles rose an eyebrow and whispered harshly to me. "What the fuck are you talking about drama queen?!" "Fuck you, Murphy" "Me? Well that's nothing I haven't heard before but from you, that's what's driving me absolutely fucking wild". The sarcasm in his voice was so evident that even the people who don't believe in it, would start.

The bell blared through the thick tension between Connor and I was what stopped us from getting into an argument or having that escalate into something even worse. I shoved the boy with the oceanic orbs away forcefully and stride to my current location's exit so that the scornful anger surging inside my chest and heart wouldn't best me.

Just as I made my merry way to my locker I bump into someone. The first thing they say-
"What the fuck, man?!"

(Cut away to a minute before the bell rang in Zoe's POV brought to you by my shit uploading scheduled)

(Zoe's POV)

Tick tock tick tock
The clock was mocking me, the clock was serving as reminder that I would have to return to the household that only brought sorrow and suffering. Suffering. Did I have to be suffering? No I think not and yet, I did. Suffering was a choice, my choice. My soulmate must've been in pain and that's precisely why I was suffering by choice, I didn't have to give two shits about them. I could've let my brother strangle me or push me down the stairs so hard that I died but I found myself caring for this person that the supposed "fate" had predestined me to be with.

I laugh bitterly to myself realizing that my soulmate was destined to fix what's been broken, not so loud as to attract attention to myself and raising concern. No. this bittersweet reality was for me and me alone, how pathetic was that? How fucked did my life of privilege have to be as to feel self pity? A low chuckle emits now, ending as abruptly and as spontaneously as it started. "Connor can go fuck himself"

I rise to exit the room of which twenty other students sat awaiting further instruction from a sad, lonely woman in her mid thirties- early forties. The teacher was recently divorced and therefore poured the rest of her being into this job, now in love with her work and as the saying goes, 'never fall in love with your job cause' she'll never love you back'. That was something I was afraid of having, a soulmate that hurt me so much that I had to numb the pain by becoming busy, so busy that I no longer had time to cherish myself. "Where are you going, Ms. Murphy?" "Murphy is what you call my parents, Suzanne, my name is Zoe and I'm leaving" I exit the room and look the shocked woman in the eyes before walking out in the direction of my locker and slinging my bag over my shoulder.

The bell suddenly rings and just as I'm about to reach my locker someone collides with me and my first instinct is to exclaim, "What the fuck, man?!" I didn't exactly mean for it to come out but I didn't exactly apologize either. "O-oh I-I'm s-s-sorry! I-I di-didn't m-mean to bu-bu-bump into y-you! I just-" "Oh Y/n, it's just you, I'm sorry. What were you doing, you idiot?! I could've seriously chewed you out!" I say while punching them. And then something stung on my arm. "Holy!-

(Reader's POV)

-Shit!!"

I jumped at the brunette's sudden outburst and come to the realization that she had probably felt something of her strength inflict pain on her. "There is no way, there is no way that you're my soulmate! What the fuck!". It seemed as though she used to be in a hypnotic trance of some sort and the spell had been broken. "Y/n, is this really what we are? Are we destined to be together?" "I-I guess so, Zoe is this what you want for us?" "Up until now you've only been my best friend but now I've gotten the best news in history since sliced bread"

The brunette then smiled brightly like if behind those perfect, pink lips, were the whitest, finest and most rare pearls in all of the cosmos. Her eyes twinkled and shimmered, twinkled like the brightest stars that illuminated the night sky and shimmered like the moon that accompanied the various twinkling stars.

This beautiful, delicate rose was my soulmate and nothing made me happier than having her with me. She took my hand in her's and held it tightly, tightly as though if she did not we would wither away. She held it as if her holding my hand was like our hands were our lips and she wanted us to stay this way forever.

"I love you, Y/n M/n L/n"
"I love you too, Zoe Murphy, I love you more than you will ever know or imagine"