#platonic soulmates au

[lunar-wandering]

LMK Platonic Soulmates AU

The Platonic Soulmates AU is set in a Universe where soulmates/soulmarkings literally just mean that a person will have a positive impact in your life/that you're meant to spend the rest of your lives together, whether that be platonically or romantically.

Marks appear in the location of the first point of Significant Emotional Contact, AKA, instead of introductory handshake, it'd instead be the shoulder bump when one decides to trust the other. Soulmarks can move based on the marked's will/how the marked person views the bond.

When a soulmate dies, or two soulmates are on bad terms/refuse the bond, the mark will turn grey, and occasionally will fade if one lets go of the idea of the other.

The entire main cast are each other's soulmates- everyone has soulmarkings for each other.

Seasons 1-3 include events as follows:

MK forms soulmates incredibly easy, mainly because he trusts easily. Most of them are on his arms, which he displays proudly by wearing sleeveless shirts. ...Some of them are on his face though.

(As soulmarks are things to be proud of, most people wear sleeveless shirts, as the arms are the most common spot for soulmarks. It makes any people wearing long sleeves, like Wukong, seem out of place.)

MK forms a soulmark for Wukong on his shoulder when Wukong tells him to believe in himself.

MK gets super excited when he sees the glow, immediately checking the mark out, and completely misses Wukong's look of absolute horror.

(Wukong believes, that anyone he becomes soulmates with is destined to meet a terrible fate. Everyone he's ever known has either died or become his enemy, after all. He usually avoids touching people because of this, but he didn't expect for MK to trust him that fast.)

He makes MK promise to hide the mark, albeit MK is incredible confused about it, but eventually agrees. (He becomes more confused later on when Tang claims that the Monkey King physically can't form soulmarks, as he knows that is entirely untrue).

Since Wukong is so against it, the mark is, while not greyed out, dull in colour. It sometimes brightens more, but doesn't really stay bright until sometime in s3.

Wukong's mark for MK is on his arm... specifically the one that gets the sleeve torn off at the end of s2. This is how the others find out Wukong has soulmarks in the first place.

Wukong has greyed out marks for the members of the JTTW crew, they haven't faded because he still hasn't let them go.

The others see said marks whilst helping to patch him up prior to s3ep1- Wukong was passed out at the time.

Mei: you have a soulbond with MONKEY KING?? MK: is it really that shocking? Tang: I think it's more shocking that you didn't tell us. MK: well, he asked for me to not tell anyone. Mei: why? does he hate the idea of having a bond with you that much? MK: I think... it's more the concept of soulbonds in general, that he hates. (Silence from everyone, as Sandy finishes removing Wukong's damaged shirt at the same time Wukong's glamours all flicker down, revealing his greyed out marks) MK: ...I don't think his friends stay around very long.

Since MK's friends are, technically, the JTTW crew... Wukong is shocked during s3 when, at the exact time he decides he might be able to trust these people, his greyed out marks suddenly change slightly whilst gaining colour, and the others, despite never having shared a touch with Wukong, suddenly gain marks for him. There's a huge uproar about it, one Wukong does, in fact, try to run away from.

Moving back to s1, MK does have a mark for Macaque, on his back, it never really fully coloured in, and turned fully grey at the end of ep9. It flickers sometimes, and still isn't truly coloured in all the way by the end of s3, as the trust is only tentative.

Macaque's mark for Wukong is... on his eyebrow. When they were younger, Macaque walked into a tree branch, and Wukong gently ran his thumb there while checking him for a concussion. Up until s3ep8, Macaque's scar cuts directly through the greyed out mark.

Wukong's mark for Macaque used to be on his hand, but it moved to his back after... the fight.

MK and Mei develop marks with Red Son SHOCKINGLY early on, during the race when they all were in the same car for a moment. Red Son wanted NOTHING to do with this, so their marks stayed partially coloured up until the New Years special. (Red Son's marks for the two of them are on his chest, near his heart... since he wanted to keep those feelings hidden).

Back to s3- when Lady Bone Demon throws her power into someone/controls them, they lose all their soulmarks and have to redo them (The other person they're bonded with doesn't lose their mark, but it does become greyed out). It doesn't truly matter if the touch is meaningful or not, it becomes the very first touch.

All this to say that after Macaque is freed from LBD's control... Well... His mark for Wukong is now on his neck. At least he can hide it with a scarf instead of a glamour, now.

Notably, during the "The Monkey King I know will never stop fighting you" scene, the focus is not on MK's jacket (cause it doesn't exist shdlfksjldfksd) but is instead on the greyed out soulmark on his shoulder.

Post possession, Wukong has... a bit of a crisis over all his marks being gone. He's a little hesitant to initiate contact with anybody to get them back.

That being said Wukong does press his forehead against Macaque during their little argument at the end there so Wukong's mark for Macaque is now on his forehead. He glamours it away but MK and Macaque both saw and know it's there.

I imagine that over the course of a few weeks he ends up developing soulmarks with the others again, slowly. None of them are going to rush him, after all.

#Monkie Kid #Platonic Soulmates AU

[newbieineverything]

Platonic Soulmates AU pt2

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"Marco finally!” Thatch whined, such a drama queen, "What took you so long?"

"Ace took another mission this morning yoi," Marco sighed, "had to make sure he took his meds with him this time."

Thatch became serious at this, the kid is really worrying his older brothers.

"This is the third one this month."

"Yeah."

"And you weren't able to get anything out of him?"

"No, you?”

"Nothing," he sighed "He rarely comes to the kitchen anymore, doesn't raid the pantry or join me & Haruta for our latest pranks."

"I can't believe I'm not grateful for that yoi, but the kid is rarely at game nights except when Deuce drags him there and when I see him he is either alone or with Kotatsu." Marco rubbed his face, exhausted just by thinking about it "and he is avoiding me now, he knows he should have gotten his new med supply from me and he's avoiding me, god at this point I just hope he takes them even if he won't talk."

"Dammit!” Thatch yelled covering his face "What happened!? What did we do!? Why did he just start hiding our Jolly Roger? How did we hurt him? It has been going on for more than a month and it's getting worse!”

"Thatch calm down yoi," He's tired, they're both tired but-"I know you're worried, we both are but shouting won't solve this, you know Deuce said it's not us and that it's a bad time for Ace."

"I know!" Thatch took a deep breath "...I know Marco, but what can we do now? We didn't pry and waited like he said but Ace isn't getting better!"

"Yeah I know yoi, honestly I don't think even he thought it would continue for this long that's why I talked to him, he said that he'll try one more time when Ace returns, if it doesn't work he'll involve us."

"...."

"What?"

"You couldn't have led with that?"

#one piece #op #my writing #platonic soulmates au #marco the phoenix #thatch #lil bit silly #lil bit incoherent bc i didn't review lol

[retro-memo]

Mortal Flaw And Fatal Sin

Chapter Four: A Broken Angel

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warning: Swearing, blood and mentioned past child abuse

Word Count: 3.2 k

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 5— Ao3 link

St*rkers DNI

"You know you're never going to get a soulmate, right?" 

Howard hardly scared Tony anymore, now that he was a teenager and somewhat able to stand his ground against his father whenever the man went on a drunken rage. 

Except, this wasn't one of those times. Tony could only stare up at his father from the floor, feeling as if he was eight-years old all over again. Helpless as he cradled his cheek, feeling the warmth of blood trickling down his chin from where Howard had thrown one of the many empty bottles currently littered across the dining table and plush carpet. 

"It's not like you deserve one, not with the way you're behaving at MIT." Howard sniffed, hobbling on his feet as he towered over Tony. "All that money I spent on you and you wasted it with partying and getting into trouble. Forget having a soulmate, you're hardly worthy of being a Stark." 

Tony's eyes stung as the words cut deeper into his skin than any of the glass that had shattered across his face but he didn't dare let them fall. 

Not with Howard watching. Not with the chance of setting him off any further. 

Howard poured himself another glass from the half-empty bottle in his hand but not turning away from Tony, glaring down at him as if his very existence offended him. 

"Go clean up your face." He barked, lip curling as his hands trembled from struggling to keep a grip on the glass and bottle. "I don't want your mother to have more of your messes to clean up when she comes home." 

Tony didn't need to be told twice, he was already scrambling for the nearest exit, heart pounding in his throat and legs on autopilot more than anything.

He had barely skidded around a corner before he heard the sound of glass breaking and his father's swearing roaring from behind him. Tony stumbled but kept running. Not taking the chance to look back. 

He didn't know where he was going. When he was going to stop. All Tony knew was that he had to escape as far as possible from his father's bruising touch that felt as if it rattled every bone in his body. 

Away from the words that were spat like fire, each one burning him from the inside out. 

The sob that had been lodged in his throat jostled as Tony ran head-first into something and he cried out, staggering backwards as he tripped over his own feet. 

However, before he could fall, hands grabbed onto his shoulders and fingers dug into his clothes but it wasn't painful. Not like whenever his father took his shoulders that dug so deep they left the imprint of fingernails on his skin. 

No, this one was gentle, just enough to keep him upright and there. To stop him from falling onto his butt like a newborn deer discovering it has legs for the first time. 

 "Master Tony?" Jarvis stared at him, brows furrowing as he took in Tony, more specifically, the damage on his cheek. "What are you doing up so late and what happened to your face? Shouldn't you be in bed? Did you get hurt?" 

At the exact time that Tony flinched as he felt fingers brush over the wound; his father's voice once again bellowed, the sound bouncing and echoing across the wall. It made him shiver. 

He hadn't felt this afraid of his father in a long time. Not since a particular incident when he was eight-years old and he accidentally broke one of the plates in the kitchen. While Howard was usually bad, it was on rare occasions that it got to this stage. 

Where Tony felt paralyzed, too afraid to move as if he was going to set off a bomb. It almost made him wish he hadn't come to visit from MIT. 

That he stayed locked in his dorm for the Summer.

The only reason he had come back was because he thought he'd be able to see his mom again. That he'd be able to hug her, enjoy the brief feeling of being truly cared for before Howard chased him back to MIT. 

Except, he forgot she was in Florida, visiting family. Meaning that Tony was almost left to defend himself. 

Almost. 

"I see." Jarvis' hand dropped back to his side, his face twisting into something broken while a clear understanding shone through his pale eyes. An understanding that all the adults in Tony's life held but always refused to do anything about it. "Why don't we clean that cut and get some fresh clothes for you?" 

Tony didn't answer, not trusting his voice at that moment but he did nod, letting Jarvis wrap his boney but warm hand around his wrist. 

He felt Jarvis give a gentle tug, and Tony followed, too tired to do anything. Too deep in his own mind as Howard's words echoed through his head over and over again in a repeating soundtrack. 

He didn't even register when they walked through the many passageways, through one room to another. He got lost in staring at his feet as they walked, not even bothering to look up when they finally stopped. 

"Why don't you take a seat, Master Tony?" Jarvis' hand pressed against the back of his neck and Tony jolted, his body spasming from the warmth that came with the sudden touch. "I'll get the supplies and a few towels." 

The warmth left as quickly as it appeared, and Tony shivered as Jarvis stepped away from him. He felt the urge to wrap his arms around himself, to stop himself from crumbling into a messy heap on the floor. 

To keep what little was left of him together for just a little longer. 

Instead, he crossed them over his chest, taking the chance to take a good look around him and —

Tony blinked. He wasn't sure where they were walking to or expected to end up. 

But still, this was the last place on his mind. 

"I have the med-kit." More than Tony liked to admit, he jumped when Jarvis appeared from behind him. "Why don't you take a seat on the bed, Master Tony?" 

"B-but that's your bed." Tony shook his head and he would've stumbled back if it wasn't for the hand gently pressing into his back. "I'll get blood all over the sheets and —

Jarvis made a noise, one he often made whenever Tony started rambling and shook his head. "Nonsense. Even if that did happen, the sheets can be washed but that wound won't be if you don't take a seat." 

Tony opened his mouth, ready to argue more but found himself closing it instead. He blinked slowly, taking another look around his butler's room before taking a step forward towards the edge of Jarvis' bed. 

He didn't know why he was so hesitant. It wasn't the first time that Jarvis had taken care of Tony when his father got, well, like he did. In fact, it wasn't even the first time that he helped Tony with blood and glass within these bedroom walls. 

Maybe it was because he hadn't been here in such a long time or perhaps it was the fact that Howard's words were still there. Haunting him. 

Rebounding across his skull, ricocheting with every word from what only felt like seconds ago. 

Tony felt a nudge from behind, so tender yet so encouraging. It was enough for him to finally take a seat on the edge of the bed but not enough for him to look up. Not even when he felt the bed dip next to him. 

There was a brief rummaging, no doubt Jarvis looking through the med-kit before there was a brief pause. 

Tony jerked when he felt fingers prod at the wound, where he felt Jarvis brush a warm, ramp cloth across his cheek.

There was a light squeeze on his shoulder. 

That's all the warning he got before the pain hit.

Tony yelped before he tried to swallow the whimper that clawed at his throat. Holy shit. He forgot how much of a bitch the glass was to take out. How badly it hurt no matter how hard Jarvis tried to be gentle and make it feel less like a hot iron was being dragged across the one side of his face. 

Tony bit down onto his tongue, not daring to take a deep breath as he kept his locked on the wall across from him. Trying to focus on anything else than feeling Jarvis digging into his flesh. Who Tony knew was trying his best to find every piece of glass in his skin as if each one of them were blocks of solid gold. 

None of that meant it was any less painful. 

"Almost done." Jarvis' voice sounded right next to his ear. 

'Stark men are made of iron.' 

"You're doing good, don't worry." There was a clink of glass on a metal tray. 

'Stark men don't cry.' 

"It'll be over soon." Tony could feel a needle being slowly weaved through his skin. 

'Pathetic.'

"And there we go, all finished." 

Tony blinked back unwanted tears that had blurred across his vision and he swallowed before letting out a small breath. 

He could feel his whole body trembling with it and he closed his eyes as he felt the wound throb. 

'What a waste of space.'

Tony's hand rose to his cheek.

"Don't touch that, Master Tony. At least, not until it's healed." 

Tony jumped when a hand wrapped around his, expecting to see eyes that glowed anger and disgust. Expecting to see Howard's face scowling at him from the dark and ready to grab him —

Instead, eyes that were wide with terror and filled poorly held together tears met a familiar pair of soft and gentle ones.

Not angry. 

Not Howard. 

He was safe. 

Shame immediately burned at Tony's gut, overtaking whatever trickle of relief he managed to feel and he looked again. Trying to ignore the way Jarvis was holding his hands up. As if he was attempting to calm a spooked animal that was startled from simply being touched. 

"Sorry." Tony muttered, his hand dropping back down in his lap and he started twisting it with the other. Keeping his focus on something else than the only remaining adult in the whole mansion that probably gave a damn about him and his existence. 

"Don't be." He could hear the movement of plastic and metal being scrapped around. "You can stay here for the night so I can keep an eye on you and make sure your stitches don't tear while you're sleeping." 

Usually, Tony would put up a fight whenever Jarvis offered his room to him but he saw past the facade. To the hidden words that were left unspoken. That and he just felt too tired. It felt as if everything of the night's events and emotions were finally catching up to him. Sinking into his bones and draining every bit of energy he had left. 

So, he only nodded, falling back further into the bed. He ran his hand down this face but winced as he felt his fingers bump across the stitches. 

The stitches that were caused by the one person's words who was still whispering to him. Swirling inside him in a massive dark cloud that felt ready to consume him. 

All because of that one damn word. The one that hurt more than anything else than his father could hurl at him.

"Jarvis?" Tony fiddled with his sleeve, giving a slight sniff as he stared at the far wall that was across from him. "Can I ask you a question?" 

The shuffling stopped and Tony imagined Jarvis looking up at him, tilting his head at him as if he was a curious puzzle that had that one missing piece.  

"Do you think I deserve to have a soulmate?" The word felt so sour on Tony's tongue. As if it didn't belong and by just saying its name released a potent acid. One that made him feel as if his mouth was being rotted from the inside out. 

If Tony looked up, he would've seen the way Jarvis's eyes softened and the way his face crinkled into something else. He almost didn't hear what was said next, the whisper barely carrying itself over the silence. 

"Oh, Master Tony, more than you believe." 

Tony's hand burned. 

"You know you're never going to get a soulmate, right?" 

He stared down at it. More specifically, at the unmistakable imprint that was still snaking its way across his open palm. 

"Do you think I deserve to have a soulmate?" 

It glowed brightly as it curled around his skin with branches of color reaching in all directions.

"Oh, Master Tony, more than you believe." 

Logically, he knew what it was. What having it meant because he'd seen enough of the cursed things to last a lifetime. Not only that but he, of all people, shouldn't have a soulmark.

Simply because it wasn't possible and some part of him struggled to align it with the truth. Like it was fake, or just a really horribly vivid dream. After all, mortals were supposed to have soulmates. 

Not Gods. 

Not him. 

Yet, the most damning piece of evidence itself was on his hand. As if it had every right to be there and not blasted off from the face of the Earth. 

Tony lifted his head up and he half-expected to see the kid's face that was responsible for this whole mess staring back at him and —

He was met with thin air. There was no Spider-Man where Tony saw one seconds ago. It only took a moment for him to look down, and before he knew what he was doing, Tony's suit kicked into gear. 

The kid was hurtling out of control to the ground, already hundreds of feet away from Tony. Who, even though, was diving down fast enough to give a fucking peregrine falcon a heart attack, knew it didn't take a genius to figure out that he wasn't going to reach him in time. 

Not before the kid was nothing more than a heap of meat on the street below. 

Which was the exact opposite of what Tony wanted because he never intended to hurt the kid. He only planned to give him a good enough scare so that he'd stop taking out his tech and messing around with a law he probably didn't understand. 

Even if the kid did make him feel miffed that a teenager was swinging around in pajamas was able to give him a Manhattan-sized headache, that didn't mean he wanted Spider-Man dead. 

So that left only one way that the kid had any chance of surviving the fall. 

The suit around Tony rippled, the metal shifting with his thoughts and it lingered on his skin only for a moment. It wasn't a choice really. Not when the facts were laid out clearer than the Tsiolkovsky rocket equation. 

Spider-Man was mortal. Even with all his enhancements, he still had a fragile human body underneath all of that. One that could easily bleed. Break. Burn. 

Tony was a God. He could walk away from a small fall. At most, he’d just get a bruised back and headache. Perhaps, not even that. He was more than willing to grin and bear a little pain now because it was better than the alternative. 

The kid immediately started flailing more in the air but it wasn’t from the falling or the fact he was only several stories away from becoming a boney pancake. No, it wasn’t from that because even from where Tony was, he could see the way the panic on the kid's face intensified by a tenfold. 

He watched as the kid tried clawing at his arms and hands, trying to rip off the armor that was once wrapped around Tony. 

A futile effort.

The symbiote did what was meant to, ignoring the fruitless struggles of the kid and spread from his arms to his chest. It made quick work of the rest of the kid’s body, jumping to his legs, neck and torso. It was barely seconds before the once red and blue onesie was now fully encased in a safe silvery cocoon. 

The last thing Tony saw were those terrified brown eyes staring up at him. Before his own suit’s emotionless mask was glaring back. 

That was when the impact hit, the resounding crack that came with it was unmistakable as Tony collided with the lip of one of the many roofs dotting New York’s skyline. 

He winced as he pushed himself up, his arm, the one without the cursed mark, wrapping itself around his middle. He could feel his ribs already shifting to heal under his skin, knitting themselves back together and moving around like broken teeth. 

That wasn’t what he was really focused on though. Instead, he was staring ahead, at his suit hovering in front of him. Where it was not even a foot above the ground yet felt like the most daunting prospect of Tony’s whole life. Even more than the pedestal that Howard had set his life up to be. 

It felt as if everything he'd ever known and the world he’d built for himself was now falling apart at the seams. All of it coming down because of the person in that suit. 

There was a pregnant pause, an unbreakable beat of silence before it opened up and Tony anticipated a lot of things. One being for the kid to stumble out ungracefully as Tony’s own thrumming heartbeat. 

Maybe even for Peter to cower away in the suit or charge at Tony like he had tried before in pure unbridled rage. 

What he did expect was for a very much unconscious Peter Parker to fall out of the suit. 

“Holy shit!” Tony scrambled, his newly-healed ribs protesting against the action but that didn't stop him from trying to catch the kid before his head could become one with the ground. He grunted, biting down his tongue to stop a groan from escaping him as his arms were suddenly full of the deadweight spider teenager.

Tony pulled Peter closer as he sank down to his knees, his hand immediately flying to support the kid’s head as if it was made of the most fragile porcelain and one wrong move could shatter it under his palm. 

He stared down at the passed out teeanger in his arms, his heart racing wildy along with his thoughts because this scrappy kid was his soulmate. 

One that was never meant to be alive because Tony Stark wasn’t meant to have a soulmate. The chance of him getting one was more impossible than him being able to jump away from his own shadow. 

Yet, here was said soulmate, currently dead to the world around him and all the turmoil he suddenly caused with his existence. The only reassurance that Tony had that the kid was still very much alive was the weak pulse under his fingertips and the hitching movement of Peter’s chest. 

Tony adjusted his grip, trying to get a better hold on the kid but froze as his hand brushed against something wet. Warm. Something he already had a feeling he knew what it was the moment he touched it. 

Slowly he pulled his hand into the light and held it out. Tony immediately regretted, wishing that he kept his hand where it was because for the second time that day, it felt as if the world was collapsing in. 

His hand, the one with the soulmark that was still somehow burning brighter than ever, was coated in blood. 

#peter parker #tony stark #irondad and spiderson #villain tony stark #dark tony stark #ao3 fic #irondad #st*rkers dni #platonic soulmates AU

[thefemaledeath]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dream SMP, Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: No Romantic Relationship(s), Technoblade & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Platonic Soulmates, Soulmates, Platonic Soulmates Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Platonic Soulmates Technoblade & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Soft Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Kid TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Kid Wilbur Soot, But Older Kid, Fluff, Protective Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Sleepy Bois Inc-centric, Sleepy Bois Inc Fluff, Protective Sleepy Bois Inc, SBIWEEK2022, SBIW_D3, Bedrock Bros, sleepy bois inc - Freeform, One Shot Series: Part 3 of SBI Week 2022 Summary:

Tommy has a secret he has been keeping to himself, but when he finds the mercenary Technoblade he knows he can get his help. So what does a kid do other than walk up to said mercenary and demand they help him.

Wilbur has been searching for a while without any luck. So he turns to someone he thinks he can trust and it turns out to be the best decision of his life.

~~~~~

Day 3 of SBI Week 2022

#sbiweek2022 #SBIW_D3 #minecraft #sbi fanfic #SBI #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #technoblade #Philza #platonic soulmates #platonic soulmates au

[pechoraflow]

“I’ll Still Love You Anyway” - my Batfamily platonic soulmates AU - has been translated into Chinese!!! 

Thank you so much to yaoluoluo for this amazing translation I loved every bit of it ❤️❤️❤️ I didn’t know I needed to hear the Batkids call Bruce 爸爸，老头子，and 父亲 but I did and I freaked out about it for literally hours. There were tears.

PLEASE GO SUPPORT THIS. THE TRANSLATION IS LITERALLY 65k+ AND MADE WITH LOVE

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAA #I don't think you guys know how happy this makes me #I am eCSTATIC #batman #batfamily #dc comics #bruce wayne #platonic soulmates au #fanfic #translation

[kennahjune]

Thinking of Steddie Soulmates where you feel every pain your soulmate feels.

Thinking of little Steve feeling every backhand and punch from Eddie’s dad.

Thinking of little Eddie feeling Steve break his arm and the pain being so much worse because his parents refuse to take him to the hospital until the school gets involved.

Thinking of Eddie finally moving in with Wayne and sure, the paternal beating are done, but now he’s just a small town Freak that’s constantly targeted.

Thinking of Eddie and Steve in their Sophomore/Freshman years respectively, not knowing who the other is outside of rumors and (unknowingly) their shared pain.

Thinking of Eddie finally escaping pain, the bullying turning to mainly verbal shit.

Only to be thrust right back into pain because his soulmates a walking hazard.

Thinking of Eddie having no idea what’s going on when he suddenly feels like one giant bruise after Steve’s beat up by Jonathan. Eddie watching Steve fall from grace in his Junior year and not connecting the dots.

Billy coming along and smashing a fucking plate over Steve’s head while Eddie’s peacefully sleeping. Eddie jolting awake with a shout because /holy fucking shit ow—/

Neither of them connecting the dots.

Then Steve graduates, and Eddie’s held back. And the pain subsides for a bit.

And then fuck all happens in Starcourt and Eddie literally feels like he’s dying and Jesus H. Christ is his soulmate /ok/??? Like they are getting seriously fucked up.

And then that recedes and it ok for a while— Eddie will still get killer pains that seem to circulate in his chest and head, but that’s to be expected with whatever tf his poor soulmate is going through year after year.

And then the fuckery of March 1986 happens and Chrissy Cunningham is dead in his trailer— his home— and he’s wanted for fucking murder and hiding in Rick’s dingy ass boat house—

And then he’s shoving none other than Steve Harrington up against a wall with a broken bottle helps to his throat. Eddie’s so piped on adrenaline he barely feels the sting in his back, but he does feel the zing of pressure on his throat and ok /ow—/

And he’s staring at Steve Harrington, who looks kinda terrified and so pretty and Eddie’s holding a bottle to his throat and is that Dustin?—

And—

And holy shit.

Eddie’s eyes widen at the same time as Steve’s and the realization hits them both at once.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #robin buckley #will byers #lucas sinclair #steddie #max mayfield #el hopper #steddie fics #steddie idea #steddie soulmate au #gonna do smth with steve and robin being literal platonic soulmates #steve and eddie going through the bat bites #steve saving eddie in the UD because of their soul bond #i can’t think of anything else #I’m so fucking tired 😭 #goodnight (probably)

[batsbratsandbarbedwire]

Steddie soulmate au where your soulmate's favorite song constantly plays in your head.

How long til Steve's like "why is there always screaming?"

Eddie stomping on tables doing his little non-conformist dance with, like, Springsteen's I'm on Fire on loop in his brain.

Steve's concussions, the headaches, the chaos. He's alone in the dark, trying to sound out what the screams are saying to distract himself from the pain.

Eddie's got The Beachboys and ABBA and Springsteen cassettes hidden under his mattress because once you're a little boy who wasn't loved, even reformed under the unconditional love of Wayne Munson, you don't take love for granted at all, and he'll be damned if he's not gunna know everything about anything his soulmate loved.

Steve keeping little pencil mark tallies on the corner of his desk at home for how many times a week the song in his head changes.

An Iron Maiden song Eddie loved for a day catches for some reason, and he hears it back in his own head for the next two weeks and he's fucking giddy with it.

Steve fixated, gets really good at deciphering the screams, knows the full lyrics of every song by the end of the first night he hears them. Keeps him company at home.

Once, Eddie's picking Dustin up from Steve's. Steve waits out on the driveway with Dustin, talking shit and fucking off, Eddie pulls up. When Dustin climbs in, he shuts the door, windows are down, Steve pokes his head in to acknowledge Eddie, hears the song. It's been on loop in his head for three days. He knows every word. They don't always catch for that long. He looks up at Eddie. Blinks.

Eddie's caught for a second, by the look on Steve's face. Dustin's shuffling through his bag, looking for a miniature he wants to show Eddie, but Steve's lips quirk up a little. And then he says, "doubt sunk itself in you, it's teeth and talons through, you're living catch two two, deluding."

Steve watches Eddie's eyes flick to his radio, then back to Steve.

"This ones lasted a few days?" Steve says quietly.

Eddie's eyes drop to Dustin, then back up to Steve. He grins. "Modern witchhunt, mass hysteria. Fits, huh?"

"Yeah," Steve smiles. "Little bit."

Dustin pulls out his figure, starts rambling to Eddie, pauses, nods and says "later, Steve," before he's on about his figure again, talking a mile a minute.

Eddie laughs. He leans over the console. Grins innocently at Steve. He taps his temple. "We'll talk about why this caught you later, big boy."

Steve's warm as he watches the van full off. The song in his head doesn't change for another two weeks.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steve x eddie #platonic stobin #steddie soulmate au

[g1ngerbeer]

stuff from an au where the doctor is a ghost with no memories and only donna can see them

#id in alt text #my art #dw #doctor who #tenth doctor #donna noble #wilfred mott #0 braincell soulmates #im so unwell about this au prepare for more #dr who ghost au #Platonic btw. It's for my soul.

[theshippirate22]

eddie’s favorite story to tell about steve? the time he heard the first two notes of apple bottom jeans at a club and whipped around so fast to try and find robin that he pulled a muscle in his neck

#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #robin buckley #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates #is this a modern au or was steve 40 years old when it happened? have fun trying to figure out

[lunar-wandering]

what do the soul marks look like in the platonic soulmates au? also who in the main cast specifically has what marks where?

the soul marks usually look like things that like,, represent a person, y'know?? like, Wukong is represented by a sun and stuff like that.

outside of one's i've already said, I haven't really thought too much about where each mark is, just that everyone has marks for each other. MK definitely has at least one on his face, probably on his cheek, although which person it is for is debatable. Most of the others have theirs on their arms.

#Monkie Kid #Platonic Soulmates AU

[newbieineverything]

Platonic Soulmates AU pt3

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Two months after the New Year, the Moby Deck was moored on one of the captain’s favourite spots for relaxing in an effort to keep Ace with them for more than two days.

Who could have known that the whitebeards were so soft?

Deuce thought gratefully while trying to find Ace, he knows that this time he wouldn’t be in the crowd.

He’s truly grateful that Oyaji saw how special Ace is and that the crew was able to convince him to join. 

The previous months were the happiest he has seen Ace look. And it helps that with Whitebeard it’s the safest Ace could be.

And with Ace’s eighteenth birthday, he thought it will only be better for his friend, however, he immediately isolated himself and started going on missions far from the Moby with no rhyme or reason.

He thought maybe he didn’t get Luffy as a soulmate or maybe life decided that Ace didn’t suffer enough and gave him no soulmate. 

He wanted to give him some time to process it, If Ace went to this degree to get privacy to process it so be it, but he wasn’t getting better and he couldn’t corner him for a while but now is finally his chance to get through to him.

Finally, he found him on nearly the other side of the island in a secluded place.

“It has been hard to get a hold of you lately captain we’ve been worried.”

"...Sorry for worrying you."

“Alright, talk to me.” He started, sitting down next to him. “You know the deal, I listen, you talk and if it can be solved I'll help.”

“My Brother hates me” Ace stated as if it was a fact and not the most absurd thing he could say.

“What? Ace- No” Deuce chuckled uneasily, the fuck happened!? “Luffy could never hate you!”

“It’s not Luffy” 

What? Does he mean from the crew, what happene- 

“It’s Sabo.”

“...Ace- Sabo is-” He faltered, “You said he’s dead.”

“Yeah, I said-” He chuckled sorrowfully, a sound that should never ever be from Ace. 

“I thought so,”  His hand shook slightly as he pushed his sleeve up to show his tattoo. “But his mark turned blue.”

“His S turned blue, and I can’t think of anything else that’d make him fake his death and not tell me- tell us for Eight years that he was alive except that he hates me.” 

His hands were shaking when Deuce took it in his, worrying that he would hurt himself from how hard he was gripping his tatto.

“Ace, don’t you think you’re jumping to conclusions? There could be another reason it doesn’t have to be hating you!”

“What other reason could be?” He whispered. “It has been Eight years Deuce, It can’t be protecting us because no one on Dawn knows he's alive! He has been declared dead by his family and other than them no one would hide it from us!”

“...Maybe he needed to make everyone else think he’s dead? And- and when it’d be safe he’d tell you?” It was a weak idea and he knows it but Deuce can’t believe that someone who grew up with Ace could do that to him!

“They already declared him dead.” Ace’s voice was monotone as if trying to distance himself from what he was saying, “His family, the town, the kingdom everyone knew he was the one on the boat and his family tried to bury it. So there’s no one to protect us from.”

Deuce wants to cut in, but he knows the best he can do now is to give him a listening ear and support first and help second.

“It was my fault from the start.” Tears started falling and Ace didn’t bother wiping away.

“I thought I knew better, I thought if he was with his family he would be safe, he would be cared for, they could give him what I can’t, that sooner or later he would hate what became of his life and wish for his old one.”

“I let that trash influence me, I let my doubt and insecurities turn me against my brother, I decided not to go and save him, I was the reason he was alone.”

“So Why wouldn’t he hate me?”

“Ace-”

“And I know!” He heaved, “I know I deserve his hate!”

“But why!?, Why couldn’t he tell Luffy?!”

“Why couldn’t he just tell us he was alive and then leave? It was my fault! Not Luffy’s, Not Dadan’s or Makino or Gramp!”

“I could have lived with his hate I just wanted him to live.”

“Thinking that he was dead, living without him, I have felt less, like there’s this part of me- of my soul that died with him”

“And I-” He gulped, looking as if he was pained to admit what he’ll say next, “and I want know did he never, once in those years feel like that? That no matter what he does, that gap in his life could never be filled.”

“Did he ever turn around expecting me to be there? Did he ever feel that his back is unprotected because I wasn’t there?”

“Do I even have the right to wish that my absence from his life affected him as much as it did me?”

“I get why he wouldn’t tell me” He whispered, lowering his hat to cover his face, “but why, why would he not tell Luffy?”

Deuce squeezed Ace’s hand wanting- no, needing him to focus on what he’ll say and not on whatever is going on in his brain.

“Ace you didn’t deserve this,” He started slowly. “You were a kid who life loved to screw with, who did the best he can for those who loved, and if somehow your brother really blames you for anything then know he’s wrong” 

Ace’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth no doubt to object and defend his brother.

“No hear me out, whatever happened you were ten, you had no control over any of it, you’re a good person, a great captain, who’s loyal to his family and a great brother and I doubt anyone who knew you for more than a week could hate you, there must be another reason, alright?”

A skeptical hum is all he got and he knows it’s the most he can get now.

Right now the best they could do is finding Sabo. The easiest way would be waiting for his birthday, surely seeing the mark will make him come to Ace or at least make himself easy to find. 

“Alright, you know when his eighteenth birthday is? If it’s soon we shoul-”

“NO!” Ace yelled, grabbing his shoulders “No, I have to find him before he gets his marks!” 

“What! why?”

“Because I need the truth from him before he discovers that he’s stuck with me and decides to sacrifice his freedom for me!”

“Ace-”

“Deuce, he knows me, I know him, even if he hates me Sabo is the kindest person to live, if he discovers that he’s soulbonded to me, he’d force himself to forgive me or reconnect or something!”

“This is why I have to find him before the next month, I need the truth and not whatever crap he would pull because he’s being kind!”

This is why he took missions non-stop? To find Sabo? Not because he was guilty?

Who’s he kidding it’s Ace it’s definitely both.

“Alright alright we will do it your way, we will find him before your birthday, BUT we need help you spent two months already randomly searching now we need an expert.”

“...Who is it Haruta?”

“No, Your Grandfather, hear me out, He’s a high-ranking marine He must have more connections to the civilian side than us, If your brother was a pirate we would have seen his bounty so he must be a civilian and I doubt that Whitebeard’s network would be focused on the civilian side let alone outside of the Grand Line, your Grandfather is our best shot at this”

“...You’re right.” Thankfully he looked convinced hopefully Garp would be able to help. 

“and his connection with the revs could be useful too.”

Having found something to focus on other than his self-deprecating thoughts Ace looks better already, hopefully, Deuce’s faith in his brother is rewarded or he will make sure that Sabo won’t have a peaceful life ever again.

Seas what would his captain do without me? Can't believe he forgot such an important-

“DID YOU SAY THE REVS!?” 

#platonic soulmates au #one piece #op #portgas d ace #masked deuce #self indulgent #my writing #portgas d. ace

[little-bumblebeeee]

*Eddie receiving nudes from Steve*

Eddie: these are high quality tf?? Ain't no way your phone took these pictures did you get a photoshoot done??

Steve: Robin helped

Eddie: fuck you mean "Robin helped"??????

#stranger things #joe keery #steve harrington #joseph quinn #eddie munson #joe quinn #steddie #stranger things incorrect quotes #steddie incorrect quotes #steddie modern au #maya hawke #robin buckley #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #steve and robin

[afewproblems]

Christmas Party Wish Part One

After The Christmas party, Steve manages to avoid everyone for all of two days before Robin shows up at his front door, ready to knock it down.

He crosses from the kitchen and into the foyer just as Robin starts yelling.

"Steven Marie Harrington, you open up this door or so help me--"

Steve rolls his eyes, pulling the door inward quickly enough that Robin loses her balance and nearly topples onto the inside floor mat. If not for Steve's quick reflexes she would be face down in a heap, he tells her as much with a sly grin as he helps her to stand.

"And whose fault would that be? Nice way to treat the person who is here to help you out Dingus," Robin huffs, brushing off imaginary dust from her shoulders while Steve moves aside to let her in.

"Merry Christmas to you too Rob," Steve says tugging her towards himself. He sighs as she immediately wraps her arms around his neck, content until she blows a long wet raspberry into his check. Steve drops her with a yelp and wipes away the wet mark she left behind with grinning lips.

"That was for ignoring my call," she says with narrowed eyes, "you were supposed to come for supper on Christmas day remember?"

She shrugs off her blue parka before lifting each foot to pull off her snowy boots, Steve takes the coat and tosses it over the back of the closest chair and crosses his arms over his chest.

"I know," he manages after a beat, sighing as Robin scoffs. She turns on her heel and wanders into the kitchen, leaving Steve to trail after her.

"I can only assume it's because you had other plans, you can't have possibly ignored my call for some other reason, hmm?"

Steve lifts his head to stare at the ceiling and count to five.

The thing that Steve both loves and hates about his best friend is her ability to read him through and through and call him on his shit. He'd hoped to have at least a little more time to wallow in self pity though.

"You've been wallowing for two days Steve, and I know it sucks," she chews her lip for a moment before sighing, "I'm sorry about the wish game, I feel like it's my fault".

Steve shakes his head and moves to the fridge. He opens it and reaches inside for two cans of cola before turning and using his foot to nudge the door closed again. He stacks the cans, holding them both with one hand and he moves to the pantry, grabbing an old open tube of Pringles, before making his way back to the kitchen island.

"Nah," he says eventually, "it wasn't your fault, if anything it proved why I was right not to say anything".

Steve places Robin's cola and the chips on the counter beside him and cracks the tab on his can with one hand as he leans heavily against the edge. He takes a long swig from the can, pounding his chest as he finishes to release a long burp.

Robin grimaces and swats at Steve's bicep as she grabs her own can and hops up onto the counter next to Steve.

"Dis-GUST-ing," she enunciates, wrinkling her nose, "and it doesn't prove anything Steve, of course Eddie would wish for his band to succeed, he doesn't even know you're on the table".

"And besides," Robin continues, gesturing to Steve with the can, "Nancy and Jonathan don't know that I'm a friend of Dorothy and we've known each other for over a year now. You've known them for three years and haven't said anything either, Dingus, so why would Eddie feel comfortable sharing something like that in front of everyone?"

And, huh, well what Robin says does make a lot more sense than the rambling depressing thoughts that he's been playing on repeat since their movie night.

He and Eddie have gotten a lot closer since they escaped from the Upside Down for the last time. Since Steve managed to carry him out of hell and got them to the hospital in time.

And Steve has been trying so hard for months not to expose himself, to show the most vulnerable parts of his heart to someone that could stomp on it as easily as Nancy did.

But Robin has a point.

On the one hand Steve has been protecting himself, and on the other he's also made sure that there would never be a possibility of--

Steve shakes his head, "first of all, I only just figured all of this, Bi-Sectional stuff, out Robin--"

"Bisexual," she sighs as Steve keeps talking.

"Whatever, and second, we have no idea if Eddie swings that way either…I just don't want to take the risk and end up fucking it all up".

Robin stares at him, an unhappy frown marring her normally sweet features. It feels too much like she's evaluating the inside of his mind --though she did always have the uncanny talent of knowing exactly what he was thinking.

"And what would you say if I told you I had a plan?" Robin says slowly, her gaze unwavering still.

Steve meets her eyes for a moment, taking in the smirk and the raised eyebrow. There's a challenge in her expression and Steve knows there's nothing for it but to listen to what she has to say.

"I'm going to regret letting you in today aren't I?" Steve says as he lifts his can towards her own.

Robin answers with a wide grin and knocks her can into his with a metallic click.

"Don't you always? Anyways," she clears her throat and looks at him with a mischievous smirk, lifting her hands into the air and wiggling her fingers, "I'm thinking, are you ready? New Year's Eve!"

"No--"

"New Year's Eve Steve, come on!" She insists as Steve grazes on a stack of chips from the Pringles tube.

"All we need to do is invite everyone over, Eddie included, to Casa Harrington for a little New Years Party," Robin continues, ignoring the eye roll Steve sends her way, "with enough liquid courage you'd have another opportunity to actually talk to Eddie, confess your feelings, and Boom! Maybe even get a midnight kiss out of the whole thing!"

Steve stares at her wide eyes and wider grin, forcing himself to keep his expression blank.

"So, just to be clear," Steve says eventually, around a mouthful of chips. Robin exaggeratedly gags and snatches her own stack from the tube.

"Your plan is for me to host another party and talk to him".

"Well, yeah--"

"...Robin, that's not a plan, that's a repeat of what already happened," Steve groans as he puts down the chips and runs his hands over his face until they've tangled into his hair.

"No, no, nuh uh, because you didn't say jack shit to him all night," she huffs, gently pulling his hands down, "the crucial difference my sweet bozo, is that you are actually going to tell him how you feel this time".

"How am I supposed to do that with my ex-girlfriend and her boyfriend, and everyone else here smart ass," he counters, letting her continue to hold his hands in her own smaller ones.

She rolls her eyes but squeezes his fingers as she continues, "it will be easy to get him alone, come on, you could tell him you want to give him his Christmas present in your room, you could ask him to go for a smoke outside, you could show him the basement stereo and your ridiculous music collection, must I go on while you don't write this down?"

With every suggestion Steve feels a surge of warm affection for his friend and allows for a fond grin to replace the skeptical frown on his face.

"Do I have to do all of those or should I pick one?" Steve asks, lifting his now free hands to protect his face as Robin whips her own at his chest and head.

"How you were ever considered a ladies man, I will never know," Robin says, though the words are rather undercut by a laugh that turns into a giggle as she finds a particularly ticklish rib and begins her assault.

"You are a fucking menace birdie," Steve manages to say as he catches the offending hands and steps away from the counter and his friends attack.

"You love it," she scoffs, stealing another chip and crunching it loudly as though to make her point.

And he does, Steve thinks to himself.

They have five days to figure out the final details, and Steve can't help but move back to the counter to swing an arm around her shoulders.

Because when in doubt, he can always count on Robin.

"Okay, New Years it is".

#afewproblems writes #steve harrington #robin buckley #i missed writing these two so much #platonic soulmates #platonic stobin #holiday steddie #holiday fic #part two christmas wish #robin and steve are chaotic siblings and no one can tell me otherwise #i saw someone asked for a part two and a part three so here we are #feels good to be writing again #the final part of the halloween au is coming along still so hopefully people are also excited for that haha #please support by commenting and reblogging

[withacapitalp]

All this was inspired by listening to She’s So Overrated by Madilyn Bailey so fair warning LMAO. Also this got SO MUCH LONGER THAN I MEANT IT TO IM SORRY IT WAS JUST ME WRITING DOWN AN IDEA......

Okay so I’m having thoughts about modern AU lead singer Eddie Munson who’s been in the industry for years with the boys. Corroded Coffin is a staple of the metal industry, but for a few years he’s been feeling really stalled in his career and just stuck in place. He’s still making music, still performing, but he feels like he’s getting farther and farther from that kid who used to scream and sing in his closet bedroom in the shoebox apartment he used to share with Wayne. 

So when he and the boys are in an interview and the interviewee brings up how “King” Steve Harrington from The Four is trying to reinvent himself with the help of former bandmate Robin Buckley, Eddie goes off. He works himself up into a little tizzy, ranting Munson Doctrine style about how a former teen pop star trying to become some second rate folk singer isn’t anything special, and that he wouldn’t be caught dead cashing in like that. 

That Steve’s music is bad (even though he’s honestly never listened to it) and “King” Steve is overrated. How even Beiber is better than him. He’s just bullshit. 

Of course the interview goes viral, and finds its way to Steve and Robin. Robin listens to it first and she doesn’t want Steve to watch it. She knows how close things like this cut him (especially that word), and how he’s been dealing with a lot of hate from everyone even from former fans who are confused by the sharp contrast of his new music- aka the music he’s finally being allowed to write now that he’s broken away from his momager- but Steve makes her show him. 

She’s sure that she’s going to have to spend the next week rebuilding his confidence. 

And instead, Steve’s lip curls into a smile, and he grabs his songbook, telling her to find her guitar. 

Eddie wakes up five days after the interview to a huge flood of social media notifications, a dozen missed calls from the boys and his manager and his uncle. He ignores them all and goes to see what he fucked up this time. 

Eddie opens Youtube and it’s at the top of his recommendations. The thumbnail is Steve and Robin sitting together with a guitar in her lap. The title of the video is just one word. 

Bullshit. 

This can’t be good. 

Eddie listens to it even though he doesn’t want to. He’s a lot of things, but he’s not a coward. Not anymore. He listens to it because he has to know how much he’s fucked up. 

And then he listens to it again. And again. And again. 

It gets stuck in his head. All of it. Not just the song (which admittedly is pretty killer) but also hearing the flippantly mean words he had casually thrown at Steve being shoved back in his face. He had seen Steve as an abstract thing, just a symbol of everything wrong with the industry, not a real person. And now this actual human being that he’s hearing has turned all of that garbage into a song that feels more genuine then most of the music on the last two albums he wrote himself. A song that has heart, joy, and a strong current of pain underneath, especially in the bridge where Steve just sings the word bullshit over and over. 

There’s even more than that. He also sees the way Robin and Steve interact while they’re working the smiles, the jabs, the silly little way Steve bobs his head along as he listens to her play, the way they both collapse into giggles at the end as Steve directly quotes the part of the interview where Eddie said that Steve “is just another laundry basket devil trying to act like a big shot now that he’s too old for teen girls to moon over.” 

He can’t remember the last time he and the boys had that much fun making a song. 

Hell, Eddie even sees their apartment. It’s a pretty nondescript room, but he can see the wear and tear on the furniture, the cobwebs in the corners of the room, the slightly drooping houseplant with the name “Dart” lovingly painted on its pot. It feels like a home, and as Eddie looks around at the bedroom in his far too big mansion, he feels even more like a fraud. 

Eddie listens to the song on repeat for most of the morning. In the afternoon he finally answers everyone, and starts to put his plan into motion. 

By that evening he’s on the phone with Steve asking him and Robin to help Corroded Coffin write their next song. 

#steve harrington #stranger things #st #eddie munson #steddie #steddie ficlet #st4 #steve and eddie #Robin buckley #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates Stobin #stranger things au #modern au #rockstar Eddie munson #pop star Steve harrington #And yes in my head they fall in love #and robin falls in love with CC manager Chrissy Cunningham shhhhhh #corroded coffin

[nburkhardt]

Every Time You Shine, I’ll Shine For You.

Soooo this was originally going to be full one shot, but I’ve decided since it’s been sitting in my drafts for months, that I’m just going to post it as either an unfinished piece for now. I might try to come up with a second half but for now enjoy this soulmate au ✨

Having a soulmark wasn’t necessary for Steve. Sure, seeing the word- the nickname his soulmate will eventually call him is nice. But it’s not needed, not in his eyes at least.

At the age of five years old, everyone in the world gets a nickname on their wrist. It’s fate telling you your perfect match, that the other half of your soul is out there for you. It’s the ultimate fairytale growing up, that it burns when you hear the nickname said by your soulmate and there’s an instant spark, instant connection. It’s the bedtime story, the ultimate love story and something to wish for.

It’s a wish everyone wants but Steve Harrington.

He has a very good reason to not like the idea of having a “perfect match” out there for you. While he heard the stories and sees the potential in it, he grew up watching his parents be in love without being actual soulmates. Hears stories of their love and ideas of finding love on your own, deciding to show the world that they don’t need fate’s help.

It’s beautiful and he wants that. Wants to make his own story, find his own match. There’s no need for fate to help him.

On his fifth birthday, he watched ‘Dingus’ appear on his wrist, it made him pout while his parents laughed and kiss his head, told him not to worry. That he doesn’t have to be with whoever fate picked for him and joked about only being five.

It eases his five year old mind.

His parents aren’t surprised to watch him grow up to be a true romantic, isn’t surprised to see his love in everything and how having a soul mark doesn’t stop him from having crushes or falling in love.

Life goes on but after some failed relationships and the disaster of a relationship with Nancy; seeing the nickname give him some hope that somewhere out there, there is someone for him. Someone who fate decided is his match, which growing up he hated it.

At eighteen, he really thought he’d already be with the person he’d love forever (and who would love him). But instead of that, he’s single and not at all close to figuring out why fate’s pick for him would call him “dingus” of all things. To top it all of he’s stuck working at the new Scoops Ahoy until he hears back from the colleges he applied too.

The uniform is lame, it’s in the middle of the brand new mall and it’s leaning towards being too cold in the shop and he doesn’t even know his coworker yet, hopefully they’re not expecting him to be some big shot like he was in high school.

Those days are long gone, he’d rather be his lame and hopeless romantic self instead of the asshole keg king he was.

His first week of working is spent being laughed at by ex-teammates, being ignored by his only coworker and failing to get at least a date with someone. It’s not his longest week, but it’s real close.

After a total of three weeks of getting ignored and laughed at by people he flirts with, his coworker, Robin decides enough is enough and- “maybe with this you’ll try harder”

Glancing behind him, she’s standing there with the whiteboard from the back but instead of the random doodles she drew, it looks like a score board with You Rule/You Suck on it.

There’s already three tally marks under ‘You Suck’ and he can’t figure out if it makes him want to laugh or cry, maybe both.

Definitely both.

“At least I’m trying here, you could find your soulmate with flirting!”

Robin rolls her eyes and hangs the board up behind her, “I’d rather suck on a lemon than flirt with guys”

It surprises him for all of three seconds before he rolls his eyes, whatever, he thinks. If she wants to miss the opportunity to find a soulmate, so be it. He’ll continue trying to find love, he doesn’t need whoever fate picked.

The board is definitely mocking him, he thinks several days later. Currently there’s five tally marks under ‘You Suck’ and a big fat nothing under ‘You Rule’. Robin thinks it’s the funniest thing on the planet.

He doesn’t find it funny, he finds it embarrassing and stupid, actually. Really embarrassing, especially when she brings it out when another girl their age walks in. It’s like she’s doing it on purpose.

Which is confusing, she told him explicitly that she does not like him and will only ever tolerate him. So, her practically chasing people away doesn’t make sense.

Her loud crackle of a laugh starts as his head nearly hits the counter, “That’s another one for the you suck column! Zero for the you rule, popeye!”

Standing up he turns around with a glare, “yeah I can read!”

“You sure about that one, Dingus?”

His wrist burns and he can’t stop his eyes from going wide. There’s no way, absolutely no way. This is a fluke, she must have seen his mark one day. That’s why his soulmate mate, fate’s pick, is his co-worker.

His disbelief and discomfort most show on his face because Robin shifts on her feet, “I’m uh, sorry. If I took that too far, really-uh I don’t think that way about you and, and- this is was” she looks uncomfortable now, tripping over her words.

Opening his mouth to calm her down, he find that his words are gone. The disbelief stopping him. He quickly shuts it and looks away from her. The shop is completely empty. When did that happen?

“Steve- I really didn’t mean to be well, mean.”

All he can do is nod back, “no, uh, I get it. Really- uh. It’s fine.”

How exactly is he supposed to do this? He’s never once called her a nickname! Unless she was his but he isn’t hers? He doesn’t know. Either way he’s still a little disappointed.

“You sure? Because uh, you’re looking a little pale there”

A laugh bubbles up and before he realizes it he’s on the ground with his back against the counter and tears on his face, “ye-yeah. Sorry.”

He hears her move around and then there’s a foot bumping his, he moves his head to look at her.

“We’re currently low on everything, did you know that? It’s unbelievable, just wiped clean.” Robin explains with amusement dancing on her face, “Scoops Ahoy is officially closed for the day”

That surprises a laugh out of him as tries to loosen the tension that built up, moving his arms he puts his chin on his knee, Robin copies him. They’re just looking at each other, comfortable in this silence.

“Sooo”

“Look-”

Their eyes meet and both burst out laughing. This feels different, at least for Steve. There’s something soothing coursing through him now, he never felt on edge with Robin but he wasn’t always this comfortable either. A smile spreading on his face, he didn’t know about this feeling when you meet your soulmate.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

He snorts, “they might be worth more, Birdie”

Robin gasps and he looks at her, but her eyes are wide and locked on her wrist. He follows her look and he can’t exactly see what she’s looking at but he knows it’s her soul mark.

They really are soulmates.

This is where I’d put the continuation… if I had the idea for it! (Said in that fairlyodd parents meme)

Anyway! If this brought you some inspiration, you can totally take whatever piece you want and write something! But please know I had this ending up as Steddie with side of Rockie (Vickie&Robin)

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ok premise established heres the BIG sketchdump

#id in alt text #my art #dw #doctor who #tenth doctor #donna noble #0 braincell soulmates #dr who ghost au #i did all of these over the course of like. 2 days. it might be joever #still platonic. btw. yes its still for my soul.