sorry this is probably my worst one yet. 

I realized I haven't done a soulmate au yet and that's unacceptable.

I know it's kinda cliché so I tried to make this as original as possible. So enjoy :)

Also for the record happy won. It was really close, sorry to all you angst potatoes who wanted Evan to die. (I'm extremely sleep deprived so I'm saying things like angst potatoes... sorry?)

Soulmates were a tricky thing. No one really knew how they worked. It really depended on the person. Some people would have their soulmates names written on their arms, or some people would feel the same emotions as their soulmate, some would feel pain when the other felt pain. It was all very complex and personal. Sometimes it was obvious who your soulmate was and sometimes it was less obvious. For Connor Murphy it was less obvious. And by less obvious I mean fucking impossible to figure out. His soulmate situation was strange to say the least. It seemed the universe was telling him "you shall forever remain alone," it seemed whenever he got romantically close to someone they would die in some horrible, horrific, semi-humorous way. Because of this Connor cut himself out of the lives of everyone he cared about, but sometimes not even that works....

"Look Evan. I- I realy realy like you, so that's why we can't be together."

"I don't understand. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to ask you out?!"

"I know I know. It's hard to explain. I just don't want anything to happen to you."

"I'll be fine connor. I won't die or anything"

"You actually might, It's kinda like a curse... I guess... "

"What?"

"Everyone I love dies."

"That can't be true."

"15 people Evan. 15 people died because of me."

"Don't you think you're being a little hard on yourself."

"I murdered 15 people."

"What?! why!"

"Not directly."

"You have to be lying to me. If you hate me you could just tell me!"

"No no! I don't hate you. Cathy Miller. We dated for 2 months before she died in an airplane crash."

"I-it was probably just a coudiance."

"Coudiance my ass! Jonathan Smith, 4 weeks got fried to death suntanning. Julia Williams fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand after 7 weeks."

"Wow...."

"After her there was Liam who was maimed by a shark and died in surgery after 1 month together. Then Mason who cracked open his skull after he did a trust fall and no one caught him, Ava got caught in a mudslide, James, eaten by a lion, Sophia, Got run over by a crappy purple Scion, Noah, died of dehydration in the desert. Who am I forgetting? Oh! Molly drowned in a hot tub and Todd danced to death at an east side night club. OH and also I had a one-night stand with this kid J.D. and he blew up two days after. "

"That is... disconcerting."

"Ya huh!"

"... I'm so sorry for your loss...es"

"I've gotten over it, I just... I just don't want anything to happen to you. That's all.

"I do still love you though. Could we at least... I dunno hang out more?" Connor thought for a moment.

"Yes."

As time went on Connor and Evan hung out more and more. That was horrible for Connor. He started to develop feelings for Evan. Evan didn't mind but the more Connor wanted to be with him the more he wanted to protect him. It was horrible.

~10 months later~

Connor hated parties. But he was going because Evan was going with Jared and he knew Jared would abandon Evan to go hook up with some girl, get wasted, and pass out somewhere. Connor was late. Like really late. Like 5 hours late, but he didn't really care. He casually walked inside pushing past girls ruining their livers, he asked around for Evan but everybody was to drunk to know. Connor eventually saw Jared passed out on a couch with a dick draw on his face.

He shook his shoulders until he opened his eyes slightly.

"Jared, where's Evan."

"Evan?"

"Yes Evan."

"I dunno. Probably crying in the bathroom."

"Thanks dick face." Jared curled back up on the couch and Connor ran around in search of the bathroom. It was right down the hall to the left of the kitchen. Connor jiggled the doorknob and knocked loudly on the door. A high pitched "I'M ON MY PERIOD!" that was clearly a guy who was crying and trying to cover it up. That might be Evan. Connor threw himself against the door smashing the blue stained glass window at the top. There was a small shriek as Connor looked through the window..... It wasn't Evan. It was some guy in a black creeps sweatshirt.

".... sorry man... carry on." Connor left a little flustered in search of Evan.

~time skip~

Connor had been searching for roughly around an hour before needing to go outside. He sat down on the steps of the house and buried his face in his hands, pressing his plans to his eyes until he started to see bright blue blinking dots.

"JUMP OUT THE WINDOW!" connor turned his head to see a very drunk Evan standing on one of the third story window sills.

"I don't wanna." Evan was fighting against a pair of hands trying to push him out. Connor's Eyes widened in fear. This is how Evan was gonna die. Like the others. Shit. Connor ran below Evan to try to catch him in the event he fell though that probably wouldn't do any good. Connor didn't want to distract Evan or he could lose his balance, he didn't want to go upstairs to approach the person pushing because Evan could fall while Connor wasn't there. It was like a train wreck. You couldn't do anything but watch. Evan was pushing against the attacker trying his best to push him away.

"RICH! STOP PLAYING WITH MATCHES AND HELP ME!"

Another boy came and finally pushed Evan out. It seemed like he was falling in slow motion. Connor knew he was gonna die and there was nothing he could do. Evan hit the ground with a smack, and then he... sat up? He wasn't dead.

"Ow..."

"EVAN!" Connor ran up to him and held him close with tears in his eyes "h-how?"

"Everything hurts..."

"Your okay. Your okay." Connor was saying this more to himself then Evan. He was just in shock.

"Can we go home." Connor nodded and scooped up Evan carrying him bridal style to the car. Connor started driving to Evan's house, one hand on the steering wheel the other clutching Evan's hand.they drove for some time in silence before Evan felt the need to break it. "Are you okay Connor?"

"No."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"So your not okay because nothing is wrong?"

"Yes."

"I don't follow."

"You should be dead. You shouldn't have survived that fall!"

"I can't get hurt." he spat sourly.

"What?"

"I can't get hurt. Give me something sharp and I'll show you." 

"No no no no. you are not getting anything pointy." Evan huffed and started looking for things in the car to prove his point. He opened the glove compartment and took out a lighter that may or may not have had some weed next to it. (don't smoke and drive kids) he tried to get it on slightly cruising the childproofing. "Evan stop!" he put the flame on his arm he was wincing from the pain but still left it there until the skin was burned. "EVAN STOP!" connor stopped the car to look at Evan's arm, he was about to go to a hospital before he noticed the skin healing itself.

"I can't die Connor. Trust me on this one."

"....Evan I think I'm your soulmate...."

"Great! Does that mean we can fuck?"

"your drunk."

"Woah! I didn't notice."

Connor chuckled and drove Evan home with a new sense of happiness inside. And everything was okay.