#twg soulmate day

[thesundanceghost]

Permanent Enough

For the Writer’s Guild Soulmate Day! Soulmate AU where your soulmate’s name appears on your wrist when both of you are eighteen.

Their smiles were blinding.  There was a fond light in their eyes as they looked at each other, and Steve had never before felt more like an outsider.  He felt seventeen again, staring at them through Nancy’s window and wondering where the hell he’d gone wrong.

They redirected their attention to him slowly, smiles growing a bit confused as frozen as they tried to figure out why he wasn’t blissfully happy like they were.  And then, one at a time, they’d glanced down at their wrists and then at Steve’s, which was unmistakably and indisputably blank.  Then the smiles faded altogether.

When they’re gazes returned to his, they were full of fear and sympathy.  Steve felt like he was going to throw up.

Steve swallowed around the lump in his throat.  “I…” he started, getting to his feet shakily.  “I gotta go.”

He darted up the stairs to his bedroom, leaving the two of them in his living room.  They may have called after him, but he couldn’t hear past the blood rushing in his head and the quick pounding of his heart.  He felt like he was underwater, the pressure building around his head until it would eventually reach a breaking point and he’d just snap.

This wasn’t how this night was supposed to go.  It was Jonathan’s birthday, Steve remembered suddenly.  He was the youngest, the last one to turn eighteen, and they hadn’t even talked about it, how today was the day that they’d know for sure if they were right about this.  Steve had actually forgotten about soulmates, which seemed ridiculous now.  How could he have forgotten about this?

It wasn’t until he’d closed his door behind him, taking care to lock it, that he managed to take a breath.  It was shaky and ragged and didn’t help calm him down at all.  He shut his eyes, hoping it would help, but all he could see were the names etched onto their wrists, clear and taunting.

They were soulmates.  Jonathan and Nancy.  Nancy and Jonathan.  Jonathan and Nancy and not Steve, never Steve.  The thoughts raced through his mind in a flood, making his dizzy, and he sat down on the edge of his bed to steady himself.

The cruelest part was, it made sense.  The universe had practically thrown Jonathan and Nancy together, leading them to fight and grow together, and at the same time trying to keep him out of the picture.  The only reason he’d re-entered the picture at all was because of his reckless and dumb choice to try and fight a monster.  Sure, it’d worked out, but it wasn’t meant to be, was it?

There was a knock at the door, and Steve’s head snapped up, immediately on guard.

“Steve?” Nancy.  Her voice was quiet and shaky, like she was trying to be brave but didn’t know how.  Steve sighed and didn’t get up from the bed, instead kicking off his shoes and curling up on top of the sheets.  He just wanted to sleep.  He just wanted to forget tonight.

“Go away, Nance,” he replied roughly.

“Can we please just talk about this?” She asked, and her voice sounded pleading.  He didn’t want to talk about it, though, he wanted to pretend none of this ever happened.  He didn’t want to hear what sweet nothings they’d say to try and spin this.  There was no changing what he knew.

“Go. Away.” The words were firmer this time, leaving less room for argument.  They were also dripping with hurt, and Steve didn’t know if he wanted Nancy to hear that or not.

There was a long pause, and for a moment, Steve thought she’d listened, and he wasn’t sure if that made him feel better or worse.

Whatever, he thought bitterly.  She’s got Jonathan and they can leave together and go be happy for the rest of their lives and be fucking perfect like always.

He regretted the thought immediately, even in his upset state.  He loved them.  In some sense, he was happy for them.  Soulmates were rare, and they’d found each other.

There was another knock, making Steve jump.

“Steve?” That was Jonathan this time.  “Steve, come on, we’re not leaving until you get out here.”

Steve felt a wave of irritation flood through him.  He pushed himself out of the bed and crossed quickly to the door, pulling it open fast.  Jonathan and Nancy both startled at the movement, meeting his eyes in shock and fear.  Nancy’s eyes were red, like she’d been crying, and Steve noticed the way both of them kept their left wrists out of sight.

“No?” Steve threw at Jonathan, raising his eyebrows in a harsh, mocking way.  “Well then I’ll leave for you, okay?  I don’t want to talk about it.”

He pushed past them both and stormed down the stairs.  He didn’t know where he was going, but he didn’t care.

He heard the sound of footsteps behind him.

“Can you stop being fucking dramatic for one second and talk to us?” Jonathan yelled, making Steve stop in surprise and offense.  “Steve, you know we don’t care about soulmates!”

Steve turned around, feeling angry and hot and ready to throw something.  He knew logically Jonathan wasn’t lying– he’d always said he’d never thought much about the concept.  Lonnie hadn’t been Joyce’s soulmate (thank God), but Hopper wasn’t either, and they were fantastically happy together, so why did it matter?

Nancy had cared about soulmates when she was younger, always fantasizing about “the one,” but then Barb had died and she had stopped listening to the universe altogether.  If the universe’s big master plan involved killing off her best friend at 16, she really didn’t give a damn about the rest of it.  Or at least, that’s how she explained it.

But even with that knowledge, Steve knew Jonathan wasn’t telling the exact truth either.  He’d seen the way their eyes had lit up when they’d seen the name on their wrists.  He’d seen how ecstatic they’d been for a long moment before realizing that something was missing, before they’d seen that Steve wasn’t grinning back.  They did care, even if they didn’t want to.

He realized that he hadn’t spoken, and the three of them were just staring at each other, Nancy and Jonathan waiting with baited breath.

“I don’t want to talk about this,” Steve said again, his voice brimming with anger.  He was barely holding it together, and he just wanted to be alone so he could break down privately.  “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“You can’t be angry at us for this,” Nancy snapped, walking down the rest of the stairs to meet his eyes.  He tried to hold her gaze, but he ended up looking away, unable to face her right then.  “This isn’t our fault.  You’re not the only one who–”

She stopped suddenly, and it didn’t take long for Steve to put the pieces together.

“I’m not the only one who’s disappointed?” He asked to clarify.  Nancy’s eyes flicked down, and he knew he was right.  He swallowed, clenching his teeth together tightly before responding, keeping his voice quiet.  “Yeah.  Sorry to let you down, Nance.”

Nancy didn’t respond to that, biting her lip roughly.  He pushed past her, heading towards the glass sliding door, but Jonathan was already grabbing his arm to hold him back.

“This doesn’t mean anything.  It doesn’t have to change anything,” Jonathan attempted.  He held Steve’s hand tightly.  Steve didn’t know whether it was meant to be comforting or just to keep him from running away, but either way, Steve finally snapped.

“Bullshit!  This changes everything!” Steve yelled back.  He could feel the tears in his eyes slip through his eyelashes, but for once he didn’t bother to wipe them away.  Steve twisted his hand in Jonathan’s grip so he could raise up Jonathan’s own arm, displaying his wrist prominently.  “Do you know what this is, Jonathan?  It’s physical fucking proof that you don’t need me.”

He spat the last part furiously, throwing Jonathan’s arm back down and leaving it it hit hard against his hip.  Jonathan was staring at him with wide eyes, clearly at a loss for words, which wasn’t like him in an argument.  If that’s even what this was– Steve didn’t know anymore.  He didn’t know who or what he was angry at.  Mostly he just felt disappointed– in the universe, in his hope, in himself.

He’d always wondered, deep down, if he was good enough for the two of them. Now he’d finally found his answer.

He couldn’t stand to see them watching him like that, so he turned and pushed the door open, walking outside to the chilly night air.

He stopped when he reached the pool, illuminated in the dark evening.  He felt a rough sob tear out of his throat and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately to calm down and get it together.

A tender hand touched his shoulder.  He flinched, but didn’t jerk away, and after a second, it trailed down his arm to wrap around his hand.  He stayed still as Nancy pressed closer against him, pressing her forehead to his shoulder and holding him closely, possessively.  A couple of seconds later he felt Jonathan join them on his other side, mirroring Nancy’s position.

“Steve,” Nancy whispered, her voice breaking slightly.  He could hear the tears in her voice, but she still sounded brave.  “Steve, we do need you.  We’re not the same without you.  I don’t need the universe to tell me that I love you.  We’re in this for the long run, Steve.  We always have been.”

“Not like you need each other,” he whispered back roughly.  He let his eyes open but still didn’t meet their gaze, staring instead at the water in the pool.

“Exactly like we need each other,” Jonathan protested without missing a beat.  “It’s always been the three of us, and that’s not going to stop now.”

Steve was quiet.  He didn’t want to argue with them, but he couldn’t get rid of that last bit of doubt.

“So maybe we’re not… meant to be, or whatever,” Nancy spoke carefully, her words surprisingly clear in the windy night.  Steve tensed despite himself, but Jonathan pressed closer against him, and he managed to relax just a bit.  “But that doesn’t mean we’re not good.  That doesn’t mean this is a mistake.  We’re not a mistake.”

Nancy spoke the words without a shadow of a doubt.  She sounded that way when she’d made up her mind about something for good.  There was no going back when she spoke like that.

He felt Jonathan move as he nodded his head in agreement.  “We choose what happens to us.  You chose to come back and apologize, you chose to save us.  Why can’t we choose you?”

Steve let the words sink in.  He felt like he should protest, argue that it wasn’t the same thing at all, but he found that he couldn’t.  He shifted slightly, turning to look at them.  There was nothing but genuine hope and affection in their faces.

Steve took a deep breath and stepped forward out of their grasp, their hands falling to their sides.  Without a word, he walked back to the house, nothing but empty silence following him.  He found his way to the kitchen and pulled open the drawer by the fridge.

He rifled through the drawer for a long moment before finding what he was looking for.  When he went back outside, Jonathan and Nancy were sitting side by side on a lounge chair both looking resigned and despondent.  They looked up in surprise when they spotted him, almost hopeful.

He gave a small smile (which still felt shaky and forced but it was something) and held up the black Sharpie in his hand.  “Permanent enough, you think?”

They’d spent so much time proving people wrong about who they were.  They could prove the universe wrong too.

Author’s Note:  Sorry this was so damn angsty lmao.  This is why I never write soulmate AU’s for the OT3– for some reason I just can’t grasp the concept of Steve being soulmates with them.  But that doesn’t mean I can’t give them a happy ending.

[satisfactuality]

i have spent all my years in believing you (but I just can't get no relief)

Written for the Writer’s Guild Soulmate AU day! Title from Queen’s Somebody to Love (as it’s my personal headcanon that Queen is the only band Steve and Jonathan can agree on).

They say when you meet the one, the sun shines brighter, the birds sound sweeter and you’ll finally feel complete. In this world, those words are more than just sentiment.

or

The one when you only access the full potential of your senses when you first touch your soulmate.

It doesn’t even cross Jonathan’s mind to hesitate before getting them both out of the way. He’s already ruled them both out as possible soulmates (he didn’t even really considered Steve a possible soulmate but the bruise sitting high on his cheek answered the question before he could even ask it).

So there’s nothing stopping him from grabbing Steve’s arm while his fingers are still trailing off the back of Nancy’s wrist.

And then the world explodes.

There’s no build up to it, just a sudden shock of clarity, in every sense of the word. Like turning on a light in a pitch black room, disorienting enough that he’s nearly overwhelmed by the whole of it. It isn’t until all three of them are back in Will’s room that he’s adjusted enough to it to even really noticed what’s changed.

He can hear the lights surging with every flicker, can feel every groove in the bat, and even in what he knows is the muted scheme of Will’s room there’s so much color he’s never been able to see before. There’s a dim sort of realization that he pushes to the back of his mind, forcing himself to keep his eyes on the door and fighting against every instinct in his body that wants to shut his eyes and cover his ears and get away from the sudden onslaught. To turn away and curl up against them and block out the world because he can’t right now.

And funnily enough, it’s the them that takes him back. Makes him almost stumble as all three of them walk back through the hall carefully. 

Them.

Steve’s whole body is buzzing as he looks back at Jonathan Byers house. It’s almost like those drugs he took with Tommy, except that something hot and guilty curls through his stomach and he feels sick. Because he should be in there with them, he knows, as the lights flicker in the house and even from this distance burn his eyes. Because they’re his soulmates and he should be in there with them fighting that thing (and maybe he should be more phased about either his apparent two soulmates or the monster that fell from the ceiling but both are unpleasantly drown out by a steady stream of toomuchtoomuchtoomuch).

But he can’t move. The ridges of his keys dig into his hand with a painful awareness, and he wants to move, wants to go to them, but he’s still so deeply terrified of the unknown (monster, he thinks somewhat belatedly. It’s the unknown monster he’s scared of) and he feels frozen with it. Nancy’s gun goes off once and then again and he has a haphazard thought that she’s can’t have that many bullets left.

It spurs him into action, the thought that logical Nancy Wheeler wouldn’t think to count how many times she’s fired the gun (and something in him just seems to know that she hasn’t been, that she doesn’t know how many shots she has left).

They win, in the end, by what he thinks is pure luck. He’s too exhausted to even consider what might have happened if they didn’t.

But they won.

Her hands won’t stop shaking, Nancy thinks, and realizes a moment later that all of her is shaking. She isn’t the only one, either. Steve’s key clang against the steering wheel as he tries to fit them in, but he’s too jittery to connect. He can’t drive like this, she thinks a little helplessly. They’re going to wreck before they make it to the school at this rate. She tries to think about anything that might help, frantically trying to remember anything she’s learned about soulmates and overstimulation. Putting a name to it helps. Overstimulation. She can work with that. 

It takes four tries to get her seatbelt undone, and she flinches at the sounds the metal makes when it hits the door. She gives Jonathan a long look, he’s leaned back in the backseat, eyes focused up at the ceiling of Steve car. She should help him, but she doesn’t know how and they need to get to the school. The kids. Mike. They have to get there, and they can’t until Steve can drive. 

She climbs across the center console, pushing his arms out of the way until she can sit on his lap. She settles a thigh on either side of his, pushes her hands through his hair so she can pull his forehead to hers. Her throat feels too closed off to say anything, and she rubs her fingers against his scalp, feeling the product he likes to use slick against her fingertips, hopes he gets the message anyway. She not sure how long it takes, but she feels his heartbeat slow where they’re pressed together, waits until his shoulders aren’t tense and his hands on her waist are steady. 

His eyes flick back to the backseat as she climbs off his lap, and she gets it. Right now, she’s the one connecting them, and she feels like even that is a fragile thread barely holding on. She works her way into the back seat, and Jonathan barely seems to notice.  

Whatever they have between them is too new and shaky to feel good yet, but they’re all alive and whole and they survived. Together.

And she doesn’t have to choose. 

[themikewheelers]

With You I’m Colorful

This fic is for The Writer’s Guild Soulmate Day. In this AU, when you touch your soulmate bright colors show up on their body where you touched them, but you and your soulmate can’t see the colors-- only other people can. 

“Mike, are you wearing lipstick?”

Mike had been having a pretty good day until he hard that. In fact, he'd been having an amazing day. But then Lucas just had to ask him that question that sent bolts of fear striking through his body.

"What? No!" He answered, his mind only racing. Oh no. Oh no. They're going to find out what happened. El's lipstick must have worn off on me. They're gonna figure it out.

He wanted to keep it a secret for a reason. When El had kissed him earlier, he felt himself melt into a puddle of happiness right there on his basement floor. He was sure he'd be grinning like an idiot until the day he died because El had kissed him!

But then the initial shock wore away, and Mike cleaned up the puddle of himself on the floor, and he was struck with the realization that he didn't have a clue what to do next. He didn't know what this meant; he'd been skirting around his own feelings for months now, but that didn't mean El's feelings were the same.

He didn't know what to say or how to react-- not that he had much of a chance. Dustin, Lucas, and Will had come storming down the basement steps before Mike could say anything, or react in any way other than stare at El with his eyes the size of Jupiter.

"Are you sure?" Dustin piped up, "You have red stuff all over your mouth."

Red stuff? El was only wearing a light pink lipstick, it wasn't from her. Mike furrowed his eyebrows and went to check in the bathroom mirror, though it confused him even more. He didn't see anything, there wasn't any red stuff on his lips, "Okay real funny. There's nothing there."

Lucas and Dustin turned towards each other, sharing a knowing look before Will spoke up, "I see it too."

Mike's eyes narrowed in confusion, while Lucas nudged Dustin snickering, "If I didn't know any better I'd say El left some lipstick on him."

Mike felt his face heat up, and elected to ignore the comment. Eleven, previously content with watching the conversation go down from her spot on the couch, perked her head up at the sound of her name. She didn't see anything red on Mike's lips either, but she didn't exactly feel like speaking up on the topic, especially after Mike had ignored her earlier...

"But El's wearing purple lipstick?" Dustin corrected him.

"Yeah, that's why I said 'If I didn't know any better'!"

"But I'm not wearing purple lipstick." El spoke up, while Mike simultaneously added, "El isn't wearing purple lipstick."

The two blushed and looked down, refusing to meet each other's eyes, while Will looked between the two, "Wait, so neither of you see the purple on El?" Mike and El both shook their heads in unison, "Or the red on Mike?" They shook their heads again.

Will, Lucas, and Dustin turned to each other and burst out laughing. Mike looked towards El for explanation, but she refused to meet his eyes, and he felt his heart go heavy.

“So did you two finally kiss earlier?” Dustin asked with a smug grin.

Mike could feel his throat go dry. How did they get that from just some invisible colors they apparently saw? Was he supposed to tell them the truth, and make it ten times more awkward, or just lie and get the embarrassment out of the way? He didn't get a chance to make up his mind, though, before El responded.

“Ask Mike,” She said sourly.

He could feel his face heat up, the spotlight now directly on him, “Well, uh,” He started, but stopped before he could say anything. Colors. The boys saw colors he and El didn't see right where she had kissed him. The information clouded up his mind and made him unable to respond as he was hit with the realization of exactly what those colors meant.

He turned towards Eleven, his eyes widening and filled with shock and fear and love all at once. She was his soulmate? Sure, he’d been crushing on her for almost two years now, but that didn't change the fact that shock was filling his lungs and there wasn't any room leftover for air.

But El didn't return his expression. In fact, she didn't even turn towards him at all. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, trying to tune out whatever Mike was about to say.

Mike had to do a double take at her expression, guilt flooding his veins in waves that made his whole body ache. El had been quieter than normal all day, ignoring him ever since she had kissed him, and he didn't say anything back.

It's not like he had a chance to say anything back, the boys were running down the stairs within thirty seconds of when they pulled away. But then again, in those thirty seconds El was waiting for Mike to say or do anything, while he was just too shocked to respond at all.

“Uh, yeah. I kissed El before you guys came over.” Mike finally responded, silently praying he sounded confident, yet still blushing so much he felt like someone set his cheeks on fire. He looked over towards El once more, hoping she heard him say he was the one who kissed her.

Her face remained blank, and she didn't turn to face him back, but Mike couldn't ignore the faint pink tint of her cheeks, revealing that she had in fact heard him.

The boys probably responded with some teasing remark, and continued laughing at him, but Mike heard none of it. He kept his eyes fixed on El across the room, who eventually turned towards him, giving him a shy smile that would have made him blush if it was even humanly possible for him to blush anymore than he already was.

Eventually the topic changed, and the kiss was seemingly forgotten by Lucas, Will, and Dustin. They started a new campaign, and the boys got wrapped up in the story of their characters slaying monsters.

When Karen called down the stairs a few hours later that Hopper was waiting outside to pick El up, Mike saw his chance. He excused himself from the game, with a load of whistling behind him as he ran up the stairs after El.

El apparently saw him come after her, because when Mike got to the top of the basement steps, she was standing right next to the door waiting for him. Her hands were fiddling with the edge of her shirt, looking towards the floor.

“Hey.” Mike gulped upon seeing her, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks.

El simply smiled in response, and Mike felt his hands begin to shake as he continued, “I’m, uh, I’m really sorry I never said anything earlier. It's just the boys were coming down and I was so shocked and I didn't have a chance to do something. I don't want you to think I was ignoring you or anything.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

She met his eyes, her pulse racing, all the rejection she'd been facing all day tumbling out, and she let herself be vulnerable for a moment, “You didn't hate it?”

“What? Of course not!” The room suddenly felt like 100 degrees, Mike could feel his palms sweating, “I liked it. I liked it a lot.”

The two looked towards each other, and Mike really wanted to kiss her again. No sounds could be heard other than the boys talking downstairs, or his dad snoring in the other room, but Mike could barely focus on anything other than how strong he could feel his heart beating and how beautiful El looked and how much he wanted to be closer to her.

“Mike?” She snapped him out of his thoughts. Pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, her cheeks illuminated pink as she continued, “What were they talking about earlier with the red and purple?”

If Mike’s heart was beating quickly before, it was nothing compared to after he heard El ask that question, “Oh, well, uh, I guess the guys were saying that we kissed earlier, and then they could see red on my lips and purple on yours that neither of us could see, so…” He didn't want to say the word. That one heavy word that felt like a weight in the back of his throat. Mike thought if he tried to say it, it would pull him down and choke him while he tried to spit it out.

“So we’re soulmates?”

And the word was out there, drifting through the air freely. They couldn't hide from it anymore.

Mike reached out to grab her hands, hoping she could steady his so they wouldn't shake so much, “I guess so.” He beamed at her, and when he saw Eleven grin back, Mike knew he'd love to see her smile like that every day for the rest of his life.

She started to lean in, and this time Mike was prepared. He met her lips halfway, and smiled into the kiss, the rest of the world falling away because he was kissing El, he was kissing his soulmate.

When they pulled away, though Mike couldn't see it, he took pride in the fact that right then, her lips must be a little brighter purple.

[lettersfromn0where]

First Line Meme

Thanks for the tag @asajjvxntress!

1. Fraternizing with the Enemy (Zuko/Katara, Book 3 AU, T)

Time is of the essence.

2. Because I’m Stupid (Zuko/Katara, coffee shop/college AU, G)

Matcha. Of course he’s ordering matcha.

3. The Heart that Yearns is Always Young (You Can’t Love Just Anyone) (Zuko/Katara, flangst, G)

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

4. Once in a Lifetime (Zuko/Katara, ice dance AU, G)

The stories that matter never start this way.

5. Hold Me in the Dying Light (Zuko/Katara, canon compliant angst, G)

His arrival is cloaked in the night’s mist and smothering, suffocating silence.

6. Rules of Diplomacy (Zuko/Katara, post-canon Ambassador Katara content, G)

Breathe, Katara. 

7. anagnorisis (Zuko/Katara, hurt/comfort, T)

“It would be so much easier to hate you.”

8. Everyone Falls for the Sunshine Disguise (Gen, Ty Lee character study, G)

Ty Lee loves freely, and often.

9. Hanabi (Zuko/Katara, post-canon shipwreck AU, T) 

Tonight, the world is living in a moment that Katara is not a part of.

10. Terpsichore (Zuko/Katara, domestic fluff, G) 

“It goes like this.” 

11. Seventeen (Sokka/Suki, high school AU, G) 

“We’re pretty lucky to be seeing this.”

12. all I mean is that I love you (and maybe I always will) (TWG continuity steambaby/Haang kid, G) 

The Oyamas move out of the Fire Nation palace on a damp Autumn morning, and Gyatso is almost glad to see it go. 

13. Give the Game Away (Zuko/Katara, Hina/Aang, plus steambaby/OC ships; sequel to “The Waiting Game,” T) 

“I won’t do it. These terms are unacceptable.” The Earth Queen swept a sheaf of papers from her desk, chin raised. “If this is how you are to insist upon negotiating, I won’t hear of it.” 

14. Waffleosophy (Zuko/Katara, high school AU with diner waffles, G) 

“This sounds disgusting.” 

15. Lean On (Zuko/Katara, post-canon hurt/comfort, T) 

“Were you just…not going to tell me that you were dying?”

16. you can have manhattan (past Zuko/Katara, angsty modern AU, G) 

Katara pushed a stray curl that the wind had blown from her cheek, lifting her hat to press it behind her ear.

17. four days and three nights (Zuko/Katara, is Major Character Death a genre?, T)

Zuko had never quite felt like his life began the day he was born.

18. Turning the Tide (unposted TWG prequel about Hina Oyama’s origin story) 

“Masaki, I’m worried about Hina.”

19. Falling Like the Stars (in-hiatus, unposted arranged marriage/no war AU) 

Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation was not exactly used to having his way, but this was utterly unprecedented.

20. Fairytale (unposted, long oneshot about one of the TWG/GTGA kid ships) 

The blue silk of her gown (she is so rarely seen in anything but purple) is quicksilver under his hands as they move without a sound, without a thought, just silks whispering and hearts keeping time to music they barely hear.

Patterns: tons of present tense. TONS. Also, quite a bit of dialogue. 

Favorite: ngl, Lean On’s opening line (which is hilarious in context, I promise) has a special place in my heart. Also, I based that matcha line in Because I’m Stupid on an inside joke with a close IRL friend who also loves Zutara, so that one’s one of my favorites too. 

Tagging: @dayenurose @the--descension @1989nostalgia @rllyaangrlly and whoever else wants to do it! 

[themikewheelers]

The Writer’s Guild Soulmate AU Day Masterpost

With You I’m Colorful by me (@themikewheelers)

Wake Up in a Perfect Dream by @elevenknope

The Mean Reds by @stevemossington

I have spent all my years in believing you (but I just can’t get no relief) by @justanotherfabulousfanatic

Permanent Enough by @ghost-grantaire

And it was all yellow by @myheartisfullofstrangerthings