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Of Skateboards and Best Friends
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He yelped as he suddenly found himself falling, and hissed as he scraped his hands against the concrete sidewalk. He groaned, pushing himself off his knees and sitting on the ground, a frown on his face as he stared at the board that laid innocently a couple feet away from him. “This is bullshit.” Tubbo muttered, sighing. He would have started a debate with himself about the pros and cons of choosing a different sport to learn, except someone appeared at the other end of the street, someone glowing a bright purple as they came running up the street. It took several confused moments before it clicked that they weren’t glowing purple, but their aura was purple. The aura that only Tubbo could see. He perked up, a building excitement slowly starting to build as the person made it to Tubbo. “You’re my soulmate,” The person, male maybe, spoke. “One of, yup!” Tubbo smiled with wide eyes. “I’m Tubbo!” Tubbo introduced himself. He moved as if to shake the other’s hand, but his scraped hands prevented him from completing the motion. The two of them winced slightly as Tubbo lowered his hand.
Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: Fluff, Author(me) doesn't know how to characterize Tubbo yet, but the tried! Platonic Soulmate au
Characters: Ranboo, Tubbo
Chapters: 1/1
Words: 1,214
Status: Complete
Fanfic Links:
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Tubbo lifted his head in confusion as he noticed two sets of light appear in his vision.
A tilt of his head didn’t change the two sets of light that he could see. He turned his head one direction, and then the other. The two lights didn’t move, but at the same time they were moving on their own, but only slightly. They almost looked like flames, in a sense, swaying slightly before straightening out, and changing in vibrancy at random.
It took several minutes of confusion before it clicked. His soulmates. The flame like comparison wasn’t entirely off the mark, as it was the auras of his soulmates that he was seeing. Excitement coursed through him as his eyes lit up.
Moments later, one of the other flames lit up too.
Tubbo wondered if the third was younger than himself and if the third just couldn’t see the two of them. It would make sense, as everyone Tubbo knew was excited about either meeting their soulmate, or soulmates, or was more than happy to talk about meeting their soulmate or soulmates. Not being excited at the idea of one day meeting your soulmate was considered concerning.
Tubbo couldn’t wait to tell Jack about finally seeing his soulmate auras, he decided with a smile on his face. He went back to working on the blueprints he was creating for a new machine, one that could detect magic, or even redirect magic. Maybe one day it could store magic or create shields or something.
Jack was sure that one day, Tubbo could achieve just about anything.
Tubbo hummed, with a look of concentration as he attempted to do a kickflip on his skateboard. He was struggling to pick up this new hobby, but a few too many explosions woke up his brother the week before, and now Tubbo was on a soft ban from building at home.
Tubbo thought that was a bit of an issue, as Tubbo had been so close to getting the magic storage right. He just didn’t know anyone with magic to help him test it, which meant that it was trying to store something that wasn’t there.
He yelped as he suddenly found himself falling, and hissed as he scraped his hands against the concrete sidewalk. He groaned, pushing himself off his knees and sitting on the ground, a frown on his face as he stared at the board that laid innocently a couple feet away from him.
“This is bullshit.” Tubbo muttered, sighing. He would have started a debate with himself about the pros and cons of choosing a different sport to learn, except someone appeared at the other end of the street, someone glowing a bright purple as they came running up the street.
It took several confused moments before it clicked that they weren’t glowing purple, but their aura was purple. The aura that only Tubbo could see. He perked up, a building excitement slowly starting to build as the person made it to Tubbo.
“You’re my soulmate,” The person, male maybe, spoke.
“One of, yup!” Tubbo smiled with wide eyes. “I’m Tubbo!” Tubbo introduced himself. He moved as if to shake the other’s hand, but his scraped hands prevented him from completing the motion. The two of them winced slightly as Tubbo lowered his hand.
“I’m Ranboo, They/Them pronouns.” Tubbo tilted his head curiously. Ranboo looked a little nervous, but Tubbo offered them a smile. Ranboo sat down across from Tubbo, glancing between the brunette and the skateboard a few feet away with a look of apprehension.
“I use He/Him pronouns! Glad we have that sorted. Do you know how to skateboard?” Tubbo asked, “I can’t seem to figure it out, and I don’t exactly have many friends.” Ranboo glanced at the skateboard wearily, before shaking his head slightly.
“No, I don’t. I’m more into roller skates.” Ranboo shrugged, but Tubbo perked up excitedly.
“Oh, me too! I was just trying to learn because my brother is tired of my inventions exploding. Apparently he can hear them from the basement.” Tubbo laughed awkwardly. Ranboo looked curious however, so Tubbo moved to explain.
Though ignoring the stinging in his hands was becoming a little difficult.
“I uh, I build things. Mainly to understand magic or learn how to use it myself.” Tubbo shrugged slightly. “Haven’t gotten any of them to work, because uh, well, I don’t have magic.” Tubbo looked towards the house momentarily. He could see his brother moving about the kitchen, which, unlike the rest of the people on their block, was at the front of their house.
“Oh, uh, I have magic.” Tubbo looked towards Ranboo with confusion filled eyes, he was curious, although he knew from experience that he wasn’t supposed to ask questions about someone’s magic.
He wanted to, though.
“You can ask questions, Tubbo, I don’t mind. We’re best friends now, and we have a lot to learn about one another.” Ranboo told him, a smile appearing on their face. It was hesitant, though Ranboo looked excited. “Besides, I like talking about my magic.”
“Okay, uh, I’d probably have to know what kind of magic that you have, and uh, probably do a bit of research so I can form questions… Can we exchange discord?” Tubbo asked, a bit of excitement beginning to slip into his voice. He was feeling a burst of excitement, and it mimicked the aura of his soulmate.
“Sure thing! Mines EndersPrince.” Ranboo was pulling their phone out of their jacket pocket, and Tubbo pulled his own out from his pants pocket. Thankfully it wasn’t broken. Jack wouldn’t have been able to afford to fix his phone if it had.
“Mine’s SkatingEngine.” The two put their phones together to make sure that they were adding the right person, and much to their relief, they were. “Awesome! Okay boss man, let’s go skating!” Tubbo exclaimed, ideas already spinning through his mind. Ranboo laughed slightly as their eyes lit up.
“After you get your hands looked at.” Ranboo told him. Tubbo pouted, but yeah, his hands were starting to really hurt.
“You got it boss man!” Tubbo smiled brightly.
Tubbo was half asleep when he saw ‘their third’, as he and Ranboo have been calling the other, light up like a bright burst of sunlight. It nearly blinded him, but he felt himself grow excited when he realized what that meant. Their third was finally able to see their auras.
Tubbo laughed as he watched Ranboo’s aura dance around in excitement. He had a feeling that the two of them would be tracking down their third in the morning, or afternoon. His phone lighting up with Ranboo’s discord message only seemed to confirm Tubbo’s thoughts.
He smiled as he grabbed his phone to message Ranboo back. A message telling him he had to go to bed was what greeted him. Apparently Tubbo’s aura was really ‘tired looking’ and Ranboo was telling him to go to bed.
He laughed as he sent back a thumbs up.
His name was Tommy, and he was loud and excitable was the first thing that Tubbo learned about their soulmate. Tubbo was used to loud, and Ranboo was excitable themself too. The three of them were like three peas in a pod.
#ao3 fanfic#ao3 writer#fanfiction#fanfic writing#fanfics#fanfic#ao3#fanfiction net#soulmates#soulmate aus#platonic#platonic soulmate au#ranboo#tubbo#tommyinnit#dsmp fanfic#dsmp
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My Heart and Soul - Dadneto Fic
House of Dadneto prompt: Alternate Universe + Reveal + Disillusionment + Argument
Going back to my roots with a Platonic Soulmate AU, this time for Dadneto in the @house-of-dadneto event! I hope you all enjoy! I'm super excited about this one, and would love to hear what you thought!
✨AO3 LINK✨
Summary:
“What was your name again?” Peter, the boy went to reply, only for “Pietro,” to come tumbling out instead without warning. It caught the speedster off guard so much so that he slipped into superspeed on accident, blinking rapidly as if it would somehow explain his slip up. Only his family called him Pietro, and even then, Wanda was the only one who still called him it on a regular basis. Why would he have told this stranger -this criminal no less- his real name? ~~~ Or, The one thing soulmates can't do is lie to each other, something Peter quickly learns on his unexpected trip to the Pentagon.
Be sure to check out the House of Dadneto event blog if you haven't already!!
Have an awesome day!
-Superherotiger
@sunsetuniverse @lunasquared @callie-caje @lbigreyhound13
#houseofdadneto2024#dadneto event#quickson#dadneto#pietro maximoff#peter maximoff#quicksilver#magneto#platonic soulmates#platonic soulmate au#my writing#DADNETO NEEDS MORE AUS AND I AM HERE TO DELIVER
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The interesting question with platonic soulmate aus is that there's the everpresent question of why these people are soulmates that doesn't (need to) really exist in it's romantic counterpart, because romance carries the weight and structure that it does (i.e start dating because this one person is universally picked for you).
But there are so many different kinds of platonic relationships in terms of power dynamics and types of commitment and even how long two parties might want to know one another - why should some of these be sectioned off from the other? Why is someone's mentor their soulmate, but not their mother, why their brother but not their sister, why their rival but not their best friend? What even is a soulmate in this context - a person to challenge you? a person to comfort you? a person to spend the rest of your life with? or just cosmic coincidence? And whatever you choose as an author, what does that in turn reflect?
#When you get lost in the weeds of worldbuilding#soulmate au#platonic soulmate au#fanfiction#I am not talking about soulmate aus where the bonds you make etch themselves onto your skin#those are cool! But they don't make my mind go brrrrrrr in the same way#also I have no clue why I care about this that much. Call it the aromantic in me
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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)
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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
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TW for internalized homophobia and related bad decisions
Steve is 12 and he thinks about finding his soulmate all the time.
You're supposed to find them through touch; your life together will flash in front of your eyes. They're rare, though, soulmates. So rare that most people never find theirs. So rare that some people say they're made up.
Steve wants to be one of the lucky few. He wants it to be a true, unbreakable bond, a love he gets to have forever.
He wonders if he'll find his soulmate at school. He's popular, he thinks. Tommy would say they were popular. But Tommy's definition of popular mostly has to do with the number of kids he can get away with being mean to, and that's not really Steve's deal. Tommy is like a prey animal, the way he can find weaknesses.
There's a new boy at school. Steve doesn't know his name, but they have English together. He's too thin, with huge brown eyes, and all his clothes are too big. His head's been inexpertly shaved and he never looks anybody in the eye. It's only a matter of time before he catches Tommy's interest, and Steve wishes he could stop it somehow, but he's never been good at going against Tommy.
The day comes, of course. They're standing in the hall, the new boy walking towards them, head down, as always. Tommy nudges Steve says, "What a loser."
And Steve shrugs, starts to ask Tommy about football, if the Colts can make the Super Bowl, but the boy is nearing and Tommy is cackling.
"Watch this." Tommy sticks his foot out.
The boy doesn't react fast enough. He falls forward with a bitten off yelp, and Steve moves without really thinking, only knows he can't stand to see him fall. He catches the new kid beneath his armpits, Steve's thumbs brushing the soft skin his arms.
The world around him falls away at the touch.
---
He's sitting on the floor in the band room, Eddie--the boy's name is Eddie--next to him. Eddie's hair is a little longer and Steve's in a green polo he doesn't recognize, and he's never been in the band room in his life. They're leaning into each other and laughing and Eddie's so beautiful.
---
They're in the woods--Skull Rock, Steve thinks. Eddie's hair is curled and frizzed around his chin, and he's laughing, his cheeks pink, his dimples prominent. He tries to pull his hair in front of his face, but it's not long enough yet to reach. Steve is overwhelmed, wants to kiss him so bad. He's never had to wait to kiss someone, or been unsure, or--
He wants to kiss Eddie.
So, he does.
It's hard, desperate, not the first kiss Steve expected, but then they've been waiting for so long.
---
Steve stands in the hallway of Hawkins High. He's wearing a striped, beige short-sleeved polo, and flirting with Nancy Wheeler.
He likes Nancy, she's pretty and smart and fun. And it's easy. He can hold her hand. Can introduce her to his parents. Can take her on dates and kiss her in public.
She bats her big blue eyes at him, and he can't help but kiss her.
He pulls away gently, brushing his thumb against her cheek, and when he looks down the hall, Eddie is there, frozen. His mouth is wide, his eyes glassy.
Steve thinks the way his heart stutters must be what dying feels like.
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He's sitting on his diving board, facing away from the pool. He smokes a cigarette and there's a bat studded with nails at his feet, what the fuck. Music thuds, shrieks and laughter seep into the cool night air.
He should be playing the gracious host. He should be having a good time. Instead, his eyes search the woods and he taps another smoke out of the pack.
"Harrington?" The voice makes him jump, hand flexing around the bat handle. "It's freezing out. What are you doing?"
He recognizes the voice now, doesn't turn, doesn't respond, can't stand to see another person he let down; another person who could call him bullshit and be 100% correct.
"Do you not have a jacket? C'mon, man."
Something warm settles over his shoulders, and he inadvertently breathes in weed and leather and cedar. He squeezes his eyes shut, like that will make the comforting, familiar scent go away. He'll have to move to shrug off the jacket, though, which would mean acknowledging Eddie's presence.
"Can you at least say something, Harrington? You're freaking me out."
"I'm fine, Ed--Eddie." The nickname falls from his lips too easily. He doesn't miss how Eddie flinches.
His hair is long now, down to his shoulders, brittle looking in the cold. He's wearing a t-shirt and worn flannel, arms wrapped around his chest for warmth now that his jacket is draped over Steve's shoulders.
Steve is an idiot. He's such an idiot. Chasing after Nancy when Eddie is--
"I'm sorry," he says. He turns to face his soulmate, then. "I'm sorry about Nancy, I--"
Eddie jerks back like he's been hit. "Fuck you, Harrington," he snarls.
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He sits in the back of an ambulance, eyes swollen shut, face throbbing. He's wearing a sailor suit for inexplicable reasons, which is almost more upsetting than the ambulance. He smells like puke and something toxically sweet.
A girl is with him, one he doesn't recognize, but he feels deeply, instinctively protective of her. He holds her shaking shoulders tight, tries to whisper comfort to her through his busted and bleeding mouth.
He's pretty sure he has a concussion.
"Steve!" Someone screams over the sounds of the EMTs and firefighters, of the building burning and collapsing behind them.
Eddie bursts through the gathered onlookers and past the ring of police cars enclosing them. He's falling into the ambulance before Steve has a chance to react.
"Sweetheart," Eddie sobs. He tries to cup Steve's face, but his fingers flutter around the damage. "Sweetheart, oh my god. I came as soon as I heard. Are you--what can I--"
Steve stares at him--his hair falling from its messy bun, his cutoff Metallica tee, concern and love leaking from those brown, brown eyes--and bursts into tears.
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They sit on the roof of his house, sharing a joint back and forth. It's chilly, bordering on cold, winter just on the horizon. They're laughing, leaning into each other, and Steve is--he's happy. Elated. Could float away with it.
Robin--Robin-- is in the bathroom, or maybe in the kitchen for snacks, and it's just them for now. They're looking at each other, smiles wide, eyes bright.
They're taking it slow. Steve knows it's important, after what he did. They talked about it, his abandoning of Eddie for Nancy, chasing what his dad told him was normal and expected.
He doesn't want to cross any boundaries, wants to do this right. How Eddie deserves. But they're leaning into each other and they're smiling, and he's so in love. Intoxicated with it, lost.
In the end, he doesn't know who makes the first move, just that they're kissing and it's like coming home.
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He's in a building, a shed or something. It's musty and dirty, smells like oil and gasoline and a building left closed up too long. Eddie's in his arms and he's talking through hiccuping sobs.
"I didn't save her, Steve. I didn't help. I just left her there! She was broken in pieces and I--I--"
Steve holds him close, tight, squeezes his eyes closed to stop his own tears from falling. He never wanted this for Eddie, never wanted him involved. Thought he could protect him from all of Hawkins's terrible things.
They aren't alone. Robin is there, coming up to hold Eddie too, plus a redheaded girl and curly haired boy he doesn't recognize.
"We'll figure this out, Eddie." The boy promises.
"We won't let anyone hurt you. We know you didn't murder Chrissy," the girl says.
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Steve is in a world he doesn't understand, and Eddie is his arms. Eddie is in his arms, and there's blood everywhere. He's not awake, he's not--his heart beat is soft and slow, too slow, and his breathing stutters, and Steve can't--
"Baby, stay with me." He begs as he runs across the dead and rotting landscape. "Eddie, please. Wake up, okay? Wake up for me. I need to--I need to know that you're alright."
Eddie stays limp in his arms.
"Please," he begs. "You can't leave me. We promised, remember? We promised we'd be together forever. The rest of our lives. Me and You. Our six little nuggets. You promised."
The portal back to Hawkins is less than a dozen feet away, he's so close. Eddie gasps to consciousness, but his eyes are still hazy.
"Hi, sweetheart," he mumbles.
"Hey, hi, you're doing so good. We're almost out, okay? We're almost out and we'll get you to the hospital."
Eddie reaches out a weak hand, touches the edge of Steve's jaw. "Love you, Stevie," he whispers. "Glad you were mine."
He goes still in Steve's hold.
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The images come faster now--
A hospital room at Hawkins General, Eddie hooked to machines. Steve holds hands with an older man. They wait in terrified silence
Eddie propped in a bed, a bunch of kids around him, Steve and Robin at his side. His eyes keep sliding to Steve, like he's making sure Steve's real, that he's still there
Their bodies tangled together in a bedroom Steve doesn't recognize
Steve down on one knee in a marble room lit only by black and red candles, Eddie standing in front of him
Hand-in-hand on a cliffside overlooking the ocean. The Chief of Police, Jim Hopper, stands in front of them with tears in his eyes and a beaming smile on his face
In a big, green yard behind a cozy little house. A little boy with Eddie's eyes and curls riding on his shoulders. Eddie sprinting around with a tiny girl giggling after him, perfect imitation of the King Steve hair-do on her tiny head
In a park, surrounded by family and friends. Steve has a little bit of a paunch and wears glasses. Eddie's hair streams around his shoulders, going grey at the temples. There's a banner strung between trees proclaiming 'Happy 20th Steve and Eddie!' They're surrounded by everyone they love and it's perfect
---
The images flash too fast for Steve to catalog after that, seconds-long glimpses of a shared future, and then he's back in his body in the hallway of Hawkins Middle, still holding too tight onto Eddie's arms.
Eddie rears back, face pale and terrified, and Steve is too shocked to do anything but let him go.
Tommy's yelling, but Steve only has eyes for his soulmate, who scrambles to his feet and throws himself down the hall away from them.
"What the hell, Harrington? Why'd you catch him? That was about to be funny as hell! I bet he'd have broken his nose--you ruined it!"
Steve isn't listening. He's trying to hold on to the memories of their life together, the ones that are already fading.
The last thing he remembers is that, sometime in the not-too-distant future, he'll find his way to the band room, Eddie Munson, and the rest of their lives.
#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#ficlet#soulmate au#fluff#angst#angst with a happy ending#childhood sweethearts#canon divergent au#everyone lives/nobody dies#glimpses of the future#getting together#break up#getting back together#first kiss#brief stancy#platonic stobin
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moonwater soulmate au where soulmates feel each others pain so remus feels regulus being abused at home and regulus feels the transformations every full moon
also remus recognizing the kinds of injuries sirius has (and tries to hide) as being the result of abuse due to his soulmates injuries, which is why hes the first marauder to realize what sirius’ home life is like
also also pre-hogwarts sirius memorizing the moon cycle for regulus so he could know the exact days hed be hurting the worst, which is why hes the first marauder to realize that 1) remus is a werewolf and 2) remus is his little brothers soulmate
#should be asleep but instead im having soulmate au brainrot#moonwater soulmate au#moonwater#moonseeker#remus x regulus#regulus x remus#platonic wolfstar#regulus black#remus lupin#sirius black#marauders#marauders era#harry potter
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*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
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Are we gonna ignore the fact that Arcane basically just confirmed the existence of soulmates in their world with Jayce and Viktor’s whole “in every universe” thing? Who else do you headcanon as soulmates?
#timebomb definitely#not sure if they’re romantic of platonic but Vander and Silco#look no one said soulmates had to be healthy#I feel like Arcane’s soulmates are only guaranteed to find each other and fuck each other up a little#actually getting along is a bonus#we have no evidence of caitvi in other universes but I’d like to think they are#Jayvik#timebomb#vanco#vander and silco#caitvi#jayce talis#viktor#viktor arcane#arcane spoilers#arcane season 2#arcane#shipping#soulmates#soulmate au no more! soulmate is the u#citrus post
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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.
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Celebrity AU
Interviewer : So, in the show the character of Robin and your character a really close, what about in real life?
Steve : Oh it's really like in the show, ask anyone, we’re close.
🎤
Eddie : Robin and my husband sometimes have sleepovers. In my bed. With me in it.
#incorrect quotes#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#celebrity#celebrity au#stranger things incorrect quotes#Stranger things show#stranger things#steddie incorrect quotes#steddie#eddie x steve#stobin friendship#platonic soulmates stobin#platonic stobin#stobin#steve and robin#Interview#frienship#ship
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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
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billy batson but after he became captain marvel he only ages on his birthday... which is every 4 years because hes a leap year kid.
could imagine a platonic soulmate au where the soulmark is how many birthdays your soulmate has but its lowkey wonky donkey and inconsistent that some people who have leap day birthdays count all the years of life or just the birthdays they have.
i could also imagine a found family soulmate au with the justice league, and they got a 11 on their wrists. they think their soulmate is a kid until they meet cap and find out that he has a leap year b day so ACTUALLY hes 44
literally the embodiment of "they assumed, and they assumed wrong"
billy is just chilling as his identity is safe yet again
#billy batson#shazam#captain marvel#dc#dc captain marvel#justice league#freddy freeman#platonic soulmates#soulmate au
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totally enamoured by @eve-is-obsessed ‘s fic “Need Me Then” <- go check it out !!! I can’t wait to read more of this au !!!
#my art#aes sedai sorority au#art#fanart#twot au#wot au#moiraine damodred#lan mandragoran#platonic soulmates#i love this fic sm#everyone go read it#digital art#college au#modern au
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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
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It's in the kitchen of their shitty little 1.5 bedroom apartment that Eddie Munson continues to bemoan his roommates request for him to watch the 2024 Olympic Games with her this evening.
“Christine Henrietta Cunningham,” he starts with a sigh, wiping the reminentes of yet another YooHoo from his upper lip, leaning a narrow hip against the countertop's edge, “there is no way in hell you are getting me to watch the Olympics.”
Already wearing her team USA sweater, Chrissy tries to protest. Just as she did last night and the night before. For some reason thinking it's such a dire thing that Eddie watches the Olympics this year.
“First of all, not my middle name. Second-”
“You would literally have to glue my eyeballs open.”
“Second-” she tries again, voice stern, pointing a yellowed spoon in Eddie's direction as she dishes up a bowl of Kraft Dinner for them both.
“There is not now, nor will there ever be, any reason for me to watch juiced up jocks prance around and play any form of sportsball.”
There's so many reasons. Christ. Fuck. So many. But he's not telling Chrissy that. He'll watch the reruns when she's not home. He couldn't possibly be caught dead after last time.
“What about the swim-”
“Not even Gandalf himself,” Eddie interrupts, “-could convince me to waste my precious campaign planning time on such a thing.”
Following Chrissy to the living room, bowl of macaroni in hand, Eddie refuses to sit down next to her on the couch. He's not going to watch. Nope. Maybe sneak a peak in passing? Sure. But not watch. Are you kidding me?
“What a about To-”
The metal spoon that was once in Eddie's hand chatters to the floor as he mock gasps. Neon yellow noodles on the tile that the cat comes running over to clean up, Eddie stands in abject horror. She wouldn't dare.
“Don't you dare say what I think you're about to say, Christine. My 2020 not obsession with Tom Daley shan't be spoken of. It was merely a blip in the system. A glitch in the matrix.”
He still thinks Tom Daley can get it. But that's neither here nor there. And what is there, is simply between Eddie and the well used bottle of lotion next to his bed.
Chrissy rolls her eyes, now sitting with her legs crossed on their ugly ass thrifted couch, patting the cushion next to her as if Eddie's a dog. “Eddie you literally watched every one of his ra-”
Races?
“I did not.”
Okay maybe we wanted to. Who wouldn't? But it's not like he obsessively watched every one of the man's races.
“... I missed two.” He admits Inna whisper.
And what a sheer travesty that'd had been
“Oh yeah. You missed two. Oh Edward, how could I forget?” After patting the cushion mindlessly next to her again and eating a spoonful of macaroni she faux whines, “‘Oh Chrissy, would you record the race for me? I don't want to miss it.’”
He doesn't sound like that.
“I do not sound lik-”
All pathetic and whiney? Eddie Munson doesn't sound like that.
“As if I would believe you actually gave two shits about the races you giant homo.” Chrissy rolls her eyes so hard Eddie's surprised she doesn't hurt her neck, “You just liked seeing those boys in spandex.”
Well…. She's not wrong. Sports are dumb. People playing sports for money is dumb. What the Olympics does to those cities in the aftermath of the event is dumb.
But she's not wrong.
Spandex
“…. I hate you”
“No you don't.” She smiles, blowing Eddie a kiss.
“Um. Yes I do.”
As if he could ever hate Chrissy.
Avoiding making eye contact with her as she continues to pat the cushion next to her and turning heel towards the hall, Eddie decides maybe it's just best to eat his supper in his room. Away from jockey spandex and its temptations, “Anyways. As I was saying. Fuck you and your jocky hobbies Chrissy.” Eddie yells from the hall, “My time is far too valuable to be wasted mindlessly drooling over arrogant jocks and their-”
In a sing-songy voice Eddie hears Chrissy call from behind him, “You're gonna want to watch this!”
He groans, turning back around from the journey he'd just started in the direction of his room, “I would rather di-” only to be caught short when a familiar mole dotted, spandex covered ass makes its way across his TV screen.
He'd recognize that ass anywhere.
Went to every goddamn swim meet at the stupid community pool to see that beautiful ass in motion for years.
He fawned over it in the halls of Hawkins High.
Drooled over it on the odd days he actually attended gym class. Tried to solely avoid eye contact with it when he found it bare and within reach in the change rooms only an hour later.
Fuck.
Eddie's knees feel weak and before he knows it he's climbing over the back of the couch, bowl of macaroni in his lap and mirroring Chrissy's position. Legs crossed. Eyes glued to the TV. Mindlessly eating chemicals that some big corporation somehow manages to pass off as macaroni and cheese.
“Is that Steve Harrington?”
Oh look at those moles.
Beautiful.
Those pecs?
Fucking hell.
“Christine!?” Eddie screeches from his position on the couch when Chrissy doesn't answer, just simply shrugs and smirks at him. The little devil. “Did I just see Harrington?”
“Told you, you'd want to see this.”
#olympics#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things ficlet#stranger things au#stranger things fan fiction#stranger things fandom#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie#steddie fic#steddie fandom#steddie fanfiction#steve x eddie#eddie x steve#hellcheer#platonic soulmates#platonic hellcheer#chrissy cunningham#tom daley#roommates
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