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thefreakandthehair · 8 months

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The tile floor is disgusting.

Not Starcourt disgusting, but disgusting all the same. Grime build-up colors the grout lines, the back of his head is damp from condensation that drips down the sink he’s resting against, and there’s a damp spot beneath his left calf that he sincerely hopes is just the aftermath of someone washing their hands. A single lightbulb hangs in the center of the ceiling, dim but not flickering.

Thank God, it’s not flickering.

It’s not the place to have a meltdown— he knows it’s not— but rationality is just the latest in the ever- growing list of things fighting the Upside Down took from him. After all, the dingy basement bathroom of a stranger’s house party is better than the densely populated living room of a stranger’s house party.

He wishes Robin was with him, but he can’t bring himself to tear her away from the first real party she’s enjoyed. It’s not her fault that crowds set him on edge these days, or that he can’t stand the feeling of unfamiliar bodies pressing against him anymore, or that small talk about how humid it’s been lately makes him want to rip his hair out because how can anyone possibly give a fuck about the weather when the world nearly ended six months ago? No one outside of the group he’s come with gets it and he wonders if even in that group, even with the people he’s bled with, if he’s an outlier.

No one saw him sneak down here.

He’s not expecting anyone to come looking for him.

He should’ve known better.

“Steve?” A voice whispers from outside the door. “Steve, it’s me. Open the door.”

Robin. Of course.

Steve drags a hand down his face, hovering near his nose where his fingers tremble at the bridge, and lets out a deep exhale before reaching over and unlocking the door.

Wordlessly, he rights himself against the sink again as Robin locks the door behind her and sits cross-legged next to him. Silence sits with them, a welcome guest now with Robin’s comforting presence, her head tipping to lean on his shoulder and his falling to rest on hers.

They sit like this for long moments, silence and the scent of Robin’s strawberry shampoo grounding him in the present. There’s no emergency, no threat, not when Robin is safe and clean and warm right next to him.

Finally, he breaks the stillness. “You don’t have to sit here, you can go back to the party. It’s fucking gross down here.”

“It’s way more gross upstairs without you there.”

“Oh c’mon, everyone’s up there. Eddie, Nancy, Argyle, Jonathan. Vickie.” He looks down and grins, one eyebrow quirked up.

Robin rolls her eyes playfully and gently elbows him in the side. “Shut up, oh my God. She’ll be there when we go back up or I can call her tomorrow. Besides, she’s with Nancy and Jonathan looking for you.”

“Looking for me? Fuck, I didn’t think anyone would notice—”

Robin pats his thigh and cuts him off. “It’s fine, they all know you’re okay but we just didn’t wanna leave you alone in the Brain Tornado.”

“Brain Tornado?” Steve asks.

“Argyle’s words, not mine. But it’s fitting, don’t you think?”

Steve contemplates for a few seconds, considering the years worth of fighting and hoping and living that spin him around in untethered and unpredictable circles.

“Yeah, yeah it is.” Steve sighs. “How’d you know where I was anyways?”

“I know you.” Robin says, simple and matter of fact, as if it’s not the best response he could’ve gotten. She readjusts her position to stretch out both legs in front of her and Steve reminds himself that they’re both in jeans and not Scoops uniforms.

“I just don’t know how to fucking relate to people anymore, Rob. And the crowds, if something were to happen and I couldn’t get to the bat in my trunk fast enough, or get to you or Nancy or Eddie—”

“Hey, it’s okay, we’re all okay,” Robin rubs her thumb in soothing circles into his bicep with her opposite hand. “We’re safe. We won. It’s gone.”

She says this like an oath and Steve wants to swear to it. It’s just hard.

“I know. But it’s still… I don’t know. This huge thing happened and no one else knows, so we’re in this sea of people who have no idea we all nearly died six months ago? And they look at me like I’m still Party King Steve Harrington when that guy did eat it three years ago.” His heart begins to slow and he sighs, less anxious and more confused.

“I’m not gonna pretend I know what to say to that because you’re right, but there are at least five other people here right now who get it. And we’re the lucky sons of bitches, getting to know the Real Steve Harrington anyways.”

Steve can’t help the delicate thing that blooms in his chest when he’s reminded of the odd little family he’s built around himself. Or, in some cases, that forcibly built themselves around him.

“Besides,” Robin smirks and Steve immediately knows what’s coming, telepathic communication and all. “Some people upstairs really like the Real Steve Harrington. And he might be going a little insane looking for you outside with Argyle.”

“Shut up, oh my God.” He mimics her tone from earlier and drapes an arm around her shoulders, his voice softening. “We’ll go up in a few minutes?”

He doesn’t need to say it. Steve knows Robin hears what he means.

Just a few more minutes with you, and then I can face the world.

happy (sorta belated) birthday to @stobinesque! I know I already sent this so it's not technically late but the last couple days have been a little wild so I'm just late to posting. <333

#steve harrington & robin buckley #steve harrington #robin buckley #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #st fic #steddie #myblurbs #platonic soulmatism my beloved #stobin

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pien-art · 11 months

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Moiraine infodumping about Manetheren at the worst possible times (literally surrounded by a mob / on the verge of death) my most beloved. Truly THE character

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based on this post

#also moiraines staff my beloved #gone but never forgotten #my art #fanart #moiraine damodred #moiraine sedai #lan mandragoran #manetheren #wot #the wheel of time #wot on prime #platonic soulmates #wot meme #digital art

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stevebabey · 3 months

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steve harrington but it's that jeff winger moment from community. if u have seen community, u will know... my first stobin-centric piece <3 tw for parental neglect and a prior act of self-harm. this is absolutely on the steve harrington has bad parents train <3

“Steven, this is ridiculous.”

Robin freezes in place. Her hand hovers over the remote she's just placed back down, her limbs locking up one by one at the sound of the voice at the door.

It is not a familiar voice. She knows who it is all the same.

She fights not to move, knowing the couch springs, old and rusted, threaten to reveal her hiding place, even if it is her house. Robin is very much allowed to be here. Expected, even.

But Steve? Steve is not.

It’s why there’s one Christine Harrington on the dingy porch steps.

It’s an unwelcome surprise — even after all the fuss of the 4th of July, a thousand police sirens, endless NDAs, and too much blood on his uniform, Steve’s parents hadn’t shown.

Out of town, Steve had said, his bashed in face making it impossible to read his expression. His eyes were haunted and misty but Robin couldn’t tell if it was from the horror of the night or… a loneliness far older.

So Robin had done the fussing. Had dragged him home with her, shooed away her rightfully nosy parents, and mended him up on her bathroom counter.

Steve had been silent, a little wide-eyed as she worked on each cut, each bruise — but with her gentle touch, he had been helpless to do anything but melt beneath it.

He’d called her Robbie for the first time that night. They’d fallen asleep with their hands intertwined, her arm hanging off the bed to reach out to him on her bedroom floor.

Robin still hasn’t met Steve’s parents, even though it’s been more than a couple months since that night.

She’s been to his house countless times too. She knows where the spare key is, if she ever loses her own copy, that is. Knows which stair squeaks on the way up to the second floor and how the lock on the downstairs bathroom gets jammed too easily.

She’s eaten the best grilled cheese of her life in their kitchen, sitting on the counter.

She’s laughed so hard she’s cried on their couch, getting the throw pillows wet with her happy tears.

She’s still never met Steve’s parents. Til right now.

Christine Harrington has her arms wrapped tight around her frame and Robin has no doubt that on her face is a frown that could make babies cry.

She can’t see her face though. Can only just see a glimpse of her tense body from where she sits. Steve blocks part of her view, his own tense frame in the doorway.

He’d answered the door instead of Robin only because he had the foresight to glance at the front window after the first rap at the door. It was late. Robin’s parents certainly wouldn’t knock at their own home and neither of them were expecting visitors.

The expensive car in the drive, a sore thumb along Robin’s street, had given away the identity of just who was knocking so late in the evening. So, Steve had opened it.

“Mom—”

“I mean utterly ridiculous.” Steve gets cut off without second thought, Christine continuing on as if she hasn’t heard him at all.

“Did you expect us to spend all evening chasing you around? Figuring out where you were tonight from the Carlton’s across the road?”

She’s got this snippy tone that Robin’s heard a thousand times from teachers. Patronising. Too cold for it to seem like a genuinely concerned parent.

“The Carlton’s?” Steve echoes, a bit meek. His shoulders have rolled forward, sinking down a bit and Robin can see his tight grip on the door. Still, she stays frozen, rooted to the couch.

“Yes, Steven.” Christine says his full name again, all bite. “Imagine the shame your father and I felt hearing that. Hearing who you had been associating with.”

“Don’t say that.” Steve grits out immediately, anger bleeding into his tone.

The muscles in his back ripple as he forces his shoulders back, as if he had remembered how to stand up straight at the mention of his friend.

Robin aches; at the reminder of the stark differences of their upbringings and at Steve’s unquestionable loyalty. She finally unfreezes, sitting up a little straighter and leaning forward more— ready to spring up from her seat.

She’s not sure what for exactly. She sorta really wants to go slam the door on Steve’s mom’s face and go back to being bundled up on the couch with him. The urge is strong enough to make her fingers twitch.

“Why are you here, Mom?”

There’s a strain to Steve’s question, even though he doesn’t falter in appearance. Robin can’t see his face either though. She hopes it’s got the bitchiest expression Steve can muster.

“Don’t be smart, Steven.” Christine reprimands coldly. “I know that we may have taken a larger absence than intended but that’s not any excuse to parade yourself around with the strays of this town.”

Strays. Robin feels the word pelt into her and burn into her skin, sinking all the way down. It feels like cold water has tipped down the back of her neck. An unwelcome pit forms in her stomach.

She had known, of course, the reputation of a family like the Harrington's. She hadn’t quite known the extent they would go to protect it. Policing your child's friends over a matter of image is absurd.

Somehow, Robin can see how Steve grows even tenser at his mom’s words— hackles raising like that on a dog. His knuckles turn white. But before he speaks, Christine is barreling on like she hasn’t just slandered every one of Steve’s new friends.

“And to leave the house in such a state?”

Robin hears her sigh heavily, as though this really is the biggest problem in her life — which she can’t fathom in the slightest.

There was nothing wrong with Steve’s house. No mess beyond the usual evidence that someone, you know, lived there.

“Mom, I—” Steve starts again.

“Well, I’m sure you have your reasons. You always do.” She says it so pointedly, like Steve was known for peddling lies to weasel his way out of trouble.

It’s so un-Steve it makes Robin blink hard, wondering if she had heard right.

Steve was honest. He owned his mistakes and he took things on the chin. It was something she had liked most about him in the beginning.

Back when it was all snark and Robin told herself she was never going to be his friend, in this universe or anything other. That even then, reluctant co-worker and nothing more, Steve was honest and decent to her always.

“Now, come on now.” Christine Harrington huffs out her demand. “Your father is waiting in the car and there no use winding him up more than you already have.”

Robin’s stomach turns at her words. It had been a topic of discussion between them, one night weeks ago, lips loosened by the dark. I feel like a dog to them, Steve had admitted quietly, his breath against her pillow and his warmth under her sheets. Like they just leave alone most of the time but expect me to perk up and come running the moment they call. I hate it.

“I’m not coming with you.”

The words stammer on their way out like he had forced them out— and Robin wants to sing she’s so proud of her best friend.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m not coming with you.” Steve repeats himself, the words a little firmer this time. “I’m… I’m spending the night here, with my friend Robin.”

He trails off, the words weaker, losing steam. Robin rises to her feet, the tell-tale squeak of the couch springs letting Steve know she was still here. Still right behind him.

It makes him stand a little straighter.

“I— I’ll come home in the morning.”

Christine Harrington makes a little scoffing noise, a high pitched faux laugh as if Steve’s said something amusing.

“Tell me when did I raise such an ungrateful brat?” She muses meanly and Robin doesn’t miss the way Steve flinches lightly. “We give you free rein of the house, apt time by yourself, and yet when we request you to spend a single evening with us—”

“You’re not asking, you’re demanding.” Steve cuts in, his voice more heated now.

“Oh hush, Steven. You act as if we’re so awful.”

It’s all dismissal. Everything, every word, a dismissal.

“I just can’t win with you, can I?” Christine sighs again, disappointment dripping from the sound. “Either we’re not here enough or we’re here but you can’t find time to have dinner with your family. Which is it, Steven?”

In the doorway, Steve begins to bristle. Robin really, really wants to slam the door now — if only to stop this conversation that seems to keep cutting deeper and deeper into her best friend.

She steps closer to him, moving as silently as she can, and makes sure to stay out of sight as she places a hand gently on the small of his back.

He’s shaking, she realises.

Her heart twists painfully in her chest.

Then, deathly calm, Steve says, “Did you know in 7th grade, I lied and I told everyone in my class that I got appendicitis?”

Robin blinks at the change in subject, the strangeness of Steve’s comment. She does remember that, vaguely. A boy in the year above— it had been a wildfire rumour that had turned out to be true.

Or so she thought. Staring hard at the planes of Steve’s back, the pit in her stomach yawns with an anticipation of devastation. Her hand on his back curls up a bit.

“You and Dad were gone for the whole month to Washington. It was the first time you had ever gone for that long and you didn’t even tell me until the day before you left.”

“Steven—”

“I just wanted someone to worry about me.” He steamrolls on, tone too casual for the story he was telling. “And it worked."

A beat.

"But then Cassie Lange asked about the scar.”

Robin’s hand on Steve's back twists up tighter. She feels like she knows what’s coming— but wishes it to be not true.

She doesn’t want to think of Steve, little twelve year old Steve, doing all that he can for a scrap of attention he was supposed to be getting from his parents.

“And rather than admit I’d lied…” The words come out too tight. “I went and found your sewing scissors and I made one.”

There’s this icy bite to Steve’s voice, his shoulders tensed back up. Christine still hasn’t said anything.

“I hurt like a bitch but it was worth it. I got a card from every single person in my class.”

“You wanna see the scar?” He asks— then he’s moving, his hand rucking up his sweater and shirt and exposing the skin of his stomach. Christine makes a noise like a muffled gasp. Robin feels a bit sick. Steve drops his shirt.

“And I kept all of those cards I got —all 17 of them stashed them under my bed in a box that I still have til this day.” He exhales through his nose. “Because it was proof that, at some point, somebody actually gave a shit about me. Because you didn’t. You didn’t then and you don’t get to now.”

His words hang in the air. There’s a long stretch of silence where Steve stares down the woman on the porch— someone closer to a stranger than a friend.

“So, I will see you at home, tomorrow.”

And then he slams the door to Robin’s house shut with a finality that shakes the air. Robin tenses up at the loud noise. Steve doesn't move, just stays staring at the closed door.

Behind them both, one of the noisy pipes in the house makes a loud noise. It sounds worse than usual as it breaks the silence.

Outside, Robin hears the click of heels on the pavement as they quieten, moving further away.

The pit in her stomach tightens immeasurably, a faint bile taste in her mouth. She finally remembers to smooth out her hand, pressing it flat against Steven’s back— another reminder that she was there.

If he wanted to talk or he didn’t, she was there.

Suddenly Steve sighs, an exhale so large that he shrinks down a couple inches, his shoulders dropping. It sounds exhausted.

He finally turns away from the door, to Robin, and she can only hope her face conveys every ounce of love, of support, she feels within her chest.

“Steve…” She breathes softly.

He wasn’t crying but just the sound of his name, spoken so delicately, seems to inspire tears. Robin catches the tremble of his lip and moves without thought— throwing both her arms around his neck and wrestling him into a hug.

Steve goes easy, his arms snaking around her middle and holding her back so tightly it nearly makes her squeak. She doesn’t though— just lets him bury his face in her neck, taking these big shuddering breaths, these half-formed sobs that break her heart clean in half.

She doesn’t know how long they stand there. Car engines drone as they pass by the street. The streetlights seem to get brighter. Steve presses himself so close to her, as close as he can, and Robin hugs back just as tight. She gives him all the time he needs.

She wonders if there’s an indent of him on her when he finally pulls back — a Steve Harrington shaped outline imprinted on her soul. It feels like there is.

If she could trace it, she thinks, it would be whatever shape love takes.

“Thanks Robbie.” He croaks out. He’s started scrubbing furiously at his face and she can see the wet sheen of tears as he wipes them away.

Robin doesn’t move far, just unwinds her arms a bit and lets them fall back to her sides. There’s an ache between her brows from how long she’s been frowning in concern. Steve looks more disheveled than usual, his usually perfect hair looking flatter — but he looks lighter too, somehow.

“No need to thank me, dingus.” She says, voice soft. She faux punches his chest and then regrets it when his lips don’t even twitch upward. It’s weird to see Steve all undone.

Robin thinks back to that conversation and the callousness of Steve’s mom. Her uncaring tone, the use of his full name like an insult.

She thinks of what Steve had said.

“I’m sorry you felt—” The words get stuck in her throat which grows thicker as she thinks about it. About a self-made scar on Steve’s abdomen, made by a twelve year old boy who just wanted someone to worry.

“—That you felt like you had to do something like that to yourself. I’m sorry no one noticed what you really needed.”

Steve nods slowly, his eyes glazed with a far away look as he stares somewhere over Robin’s shoulder. He gives this little shrug, a little huff through his nose.

“It’s okay.” He says, voice a bit distant. “I mean, it’s not but… even if I hadn’t meant to tell you, I’m glad someone knows now.”

It takes another second before he finally seems to shake himself from his thoughts, turning to properly look at Robin. His eyes are red-rimmed and the tip of his nose is pink. Tell tale signs of tears.

“I’ve never told anyone that before.”

Robin swallows thickly and it takes effort to choke down the urge to cry.

“Well,” She starts. It comes out too high pitched and tight and she clears her throat. “Thank you for telling me.

Some kind of smile plays on Steve’s lips, as if he can tell that she’s fighting off her sniffling and it’s sorta funny to him. It is, a little.

Because instead of being embarrassed or feeling pitied, he feels… delightfully surprised to have her care so much. To be so upset on his behalf.

“Oh, c’mon Robbie,” He gives her that same faux-punch in the shoulder she did earlier and it actually succeeds in making her lips pull up at the edges. “None of that.”

“You’re such a dingus.” Robin says. It comes out a bit wobbly still. Sue her— she doesn’t have Steve’s insane ability to bounce from one emotion to another in a single second.

Steve grins. He wanders back to the couch and flops down onto it. Robin follows and when she sits down, it’s a fraction closer to him this time. He gives one last scrub of his face, wiping the last of his tears away.

She nudges him with her thigh. She has to check just one more time.

“You alright?”

Steve smiles, crooked in that way that lets her know it’s completely sincere. He reaches forward and presses unmute on the remote, the film they’re watching starting up again with a buzz.

Steve presses his thigh back against Robin’s and in the dim lighting of her living room, his eyes glitter with an emotion that threatens to make her want to cry once more.

“Course.” He says. “I got someone checking up on me now,”

Another pointed nudge of his thigh against hers. “I’m better than ever.”

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octopi-latte · 1 year

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Oi! Martian boy!

Enjoy this sketch that turned into a full piece

#doctor who #doctor who fanart #doctor who fandom #10th doctor #tenth doctor #david tennant #catherine tate #donna noble #doctor who season 4 #14th doctor #not ship art #platonic soulmates #doctor donna my beloved #brotp #dw #rtd #rtd era #allons y

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bejeweledbaby · 8 months

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one of my favorite things in stranger things fics is when this happens:

robin: STEVEN (extremely outrageous usually female middle name) HARRINGTON

steve: not my name. not anyone’s name. please stop.

#steven marie harrington my beloved #I JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH #and by stranger things fics i mean steddie bcs i read nothing else #steve harrington #robin buckley #stranger things #steddie #< target audience #platonic soulmates stobin #stobin #PLATONICALLY

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fanfictionroxs · 3 months

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Lily failing to produce a patronus charm in 7th year because all her happiest memories are either with Tuney or Sev. Lily slowly healing with James by her side, but her tainted memories still not allowing her a patronus. Lily strolling through the forbidden forest and meeting a deer, finding unparalleled joy among the trees and with that sweet animal. Lily finally producing a patronus, her doe meeting James's eerily familiar deer.. her doe seeking out its twin near Sev only for him to leave.

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ronancebyler · 6 months

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ronance constantly jokes about being in love with eddie and corroded coffin constantly jokes about being in love with steve.

#fruity four #steddie #ronance #extra funny if nancy is also a lesbian #and eddie's best friend #lesbian nancy wheeler #steve definitely at some point thought nancy was serious #because platonic soulmatism neddie my beloved #and he's a hypocrite (robin)#eddie mostly thought it was a joke except for the one member of your choice he thought was genuine and it drove him nuts #virgil shut up challenge

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lazarish · 5 months

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... do you think we're friends in every universe?

#ts4 #ts4 edit #berry sweet sims #laby extra #sims edit #did I come up with stupidly intricate stories for every au? Of course i did #but i will spare you all that nonsense #platonic soulmates trope my beloved

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sunsetling-12 · 2 years

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steve and robin headcanons (that i've to save somewhere for eventual use and decided to share)

robin raids steve's closet frequently because her mother refuses to buy her anything that 'looks masculine'

(it is one of the reasons why everyone thinks they're dating)

steve has dyslexia but he loves stories so robin reads for him and helps him find a way so he can read things more easily

after starcourt they developed a codependency for each other and they refuse to talk about it

autistic!robin doesn't know social norms so she usually pays attention to what steve's doing and copy him

they call each other 'babe'/'honey' ironically until it isn't and now they just don't notice anymore (based on my life with my qpr)

(also one of the reasons everyone thinks they're dating)

steve drives her (+ max, dustin and lucas) to school everyday and picks her up after when he's not working

(dustin is visibility upset for losing his spot in the passenger seat and makes it to be everyone else's problem)

steve is number one robin protector

he punched her homophobic classmates outside family video more than once (and gladly won)

robin lets him play with her rings

they have a friendship bracelet

and later a necklace because they eventually lost said bracelet

robin's a picky eater (cause again, autistic), steve eats everything she doesn't

robin main purpose in life is to annoy and make fun of steve, but no one else is allowed to do the same

steve only complains about her ranting and constant rambling because he can let her talk for hours and not get bother by then

robin's trying to teach him french

he's the only person she feels comfortable being vulnerable in front of and vice versa

it's all for now because this is the base of the fanfic im writing about these two but maybe i'll come up with more as i go

#steve and robin #steve and robin headcanons #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic with a capital p #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates #stranger things headcanons #steve and robin are my beloved duo forever

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tending-the-hearth · 20 days

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these photos specifically are making me sob if anyone cares

#they are the duo ever #platonic soulmates pony and johnny my beloveds #the outsiders broadway #the outsiders #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis

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possamble · 13 days

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realizing im kind of a weirdo about laios and marcille

#possramble #ignore this im just babbling but #the thing is that like. i don't ship laios and marcille together. their relationship is so so important to me in that laios comphets himsel #and THINKS that he might be in love with her but he isn't and that's my insane obsession #platonic soulmates for real but they're so sweet together that i fully expect them to be shipped together #like i get it. that's almost the appeal for me. if dungeon meshi were any other series there'd be an epilogue where they get married #convention dictates that they're meant to be together as the male protagonist and his beloved female deuteragonist #but dungeon meshi DOESNT do that and i love it so fucking much they're the comphet besties ever for my strange little brain #like if i ever did an arranged marriage au it would absolutely be laios and marcille having a platonic political marriage and then just #the most insane mutual pining with marcille and falin while laios and marcille struggle their way into becoming best friends #the imagery of the king and his beautiful court mage being tender to each other and everyone thinking they're in love is like catnip to me #like yeah they'd be like that and have no idea people think they should be together and the subversion makes me so obsessed #the more people ship them romantically. the more i enjoy their platonic dynamic it's like some sort of weird comphet fetishism idk #people think they're in love and im outside the window like YES... YES!!!#but also the second i see stuff of them kissing on the mouth or fucking im like oh god no i went too deep in here i gotta get out #don't wanna see that. i'll go feral over the idea of laios and marcille being arm-in-arm like king and queen but they would not fuck.#i want marcille to be his default comphet beard and dance partner/plus one at official royal events but they're not kissing.#she's there on his arm because he's scared of the other noble women tryna get him and being a baby about it #and people see them muttering to each other and laughing and generally being very sweet and think that they're dating but they're not.#she's actually covered in hickies from falin underneath her dress and is gonna get dragon dicked right after the party is over #like she's in her bedroom and falin's helping her take her ridiculous dress off while listening to her complain about politics #and falin is the person she goes home to the person she falls asleep to and wakes up with #they're a triad of utter devotion to each other but only farcille's side of the triangle is romantic #it's almost like an open secret because they're not trying to hide it at all but people assume and are surprised to find out #like people are so right about her relationship with the toudens but with the siblings' roles switched #love of her life & irreplaceable life companion. does anyone get it #anyway. i don't know what's wrong with me #it bothers me that they're not the undisputed most popular het ship for marcille on ao3 #it's unnatural. marcille being paired with any other man should be a fringe case.

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chloeseyeliner · 8 months

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trying to be at peace with the fact that i'm never going to have what nora and alex, frances and aled, chloe and georgia (+ benji + ash), amity and willow, hunter and luz, pez and henry, tao and charlie, elle and tara (+ darcy + sahar), tara and nick, michael and tori, all the members of the paris squad, the whole super six, charlie and neil, meeks and pitts, simon and rosh and ayub, hunter and gus, felice and wilhelm, luz and king, anne and cole, anne and diana, and many many other iconic book and films/shows platonic relationships have.

**sigh**

#i have certainly forgotten some great friendship i'm sorry #my beloved platonic soulmates #i want to write about so many other book friendships especially but it will take ages to remember lol #so yeah #red white and royal blue #young royals #dead poets society #heartstopper #radio silence #solitaire #i kissed shara wheeler #platonic love #the owl house #anne with an e

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k-kroomie · 10 months

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PLATONIC: MILES X GANKE♡

Love them two very much🤞🙏🙏

They are so cute they are SUNFLOWER (Miles being the SUN Ganke being the FLOWER)

I feel like Ganke and Miles would have this cute platonic best friend relationship going on. One because Ganke is not looking to get into a relationship anytime soon. Two, because Miles has the whole Spiderman thing going on. People think they are dating, which they giggle about, and every time someone calls them a cute couple, they giggle and say thank you.

They may not be looking for relationships, but they are both big on physical touch, like holding hands and hugging and being all cuddled up with one and other. And they go on lil dates to like the aquarium and stuff. But like in a PLATONIC BEST FRIEND WAY.

They are too cute and they give each other small kisses on the cheek because that's cute!! And I love that idea for them.

I also love the idea of them just talking about stupid crap while they hold hands in the school hallways, and everyone is just thinking they are a couple. It's cute!!

Pt.1

Ganke waiting for Miles to swing back into the dorm so they can have a movie night.

40 minutes later, Miles swings in, and Ganke hugs him.

Miles hugs him back, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek: As much as I'd like to continue this hug, I have to pee‼️ Ganke rolls his eyes.

Pt.2

Ganke and Miles walking through the halls holding hands, and Ganke notices Miles new nose piercing.

Ganke: OOo, when did you get that one?

Miles: OH, last night before I came back! Hobie did it for me. Ya like it?

Ganke: Yea, no doubt, ya know he should totally come to our next movie night.

Miles: I can ask, but he isn't gonna wanna watch a movie all night he gets antsy.

Ganke: Noted anyways, this my class will see you later, Sun!

Ganke kisses Miles cheek and walks onto class.

Miles: See ya, Flower!

THEY ARE SO CUTE‼️!&@>#;;@;&×&@ahauegh

I CANT I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!

#ganke lee #miles molares #ganke is miles platonic soulmate #platonic #miles x ganke #ganke x miles #ganke my beloved #miles my beloved #ganke lee x miles morales #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #spider man: into the spider verse #itsv #into the spider verse #they are too cute #i love them so muuuuuch #they are besties #like frfr

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"Forever?" Pac calls around the base. "Are you here?"

In the back of his mind he hears Mike laughing - they both know that Forever is somewhere within his larger base, just that Pac isn't entirely sure where. Richas had said he was here, and Pac's pretty sure the mentioned stack of paperwork isn't letting him up any time soon. Not if not even their son's begging had not dragged him away.

He twirls the vine lasso in his fingers - that's what he's here for, after all.

"Forever?"

This time, when he listens, he can hear a groan and something mumbled. It's clearly Forever, but also does not sound like him at all. Something's wrong; Pac tucks the lasso he bought to drag Forever from his work away, and heads towards the noise.

A little silly kidnapping is nothing between friends, but if there's genuinely something wrong then he needs to be ready. Mike, settled in the back of his mind, agrees - asks if he shoukd send Rocharlyson to Cellbit and come over too.

Pac declines - for now - but makes a careful approach in the direction of the noise.

He turns a corner and there Forever is, sat on the floor with a blanket over his shoulders and a giant stack of paperwork around him.

"Forever why aren't you at a desk?!" Pac says, before he can think of anything else.

One look at the paperwork shows most of it is Presidential work, but at least a few pieces look like redstone machines.

"Oh hey Pac," Forever doesn't look up. "Just fancied a change of scenary."

"You'll hurt yourself," Pac says with the certainity of someone who has done the same a thousand times before. "Do you want help carrying it back to your office?"

"Just let me…"

Forever's signature on the paperwork is lopsided at best - he reaches for another, and Pac slaps his hand away.

"Richarlyson misses you," its a low blow, but it is one. "Let's put this in your office then go see him."

"I'll put it in my office, but I need to work," Forever's face is at least appropriately pained as he says that, and the compromise came unusually fast.

It's okay, once they put the paperwork down then Pac can kidnap him and force him to see some sunlight; he leans down, and grabs a stack. Forever makes to stand up, only to lean heavily on the wall.

"Forever?" Pac's eyes fix on him immediately. "Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine," Forever waves a hand. "I'm fine, I just... Need to get this done."

Pac doesn't quite believe him; he begins to lower the papers back to the floor, that he might offer Forever the support of his arm.

He's not quick enough - Forever seems to gather himself, makes to stand properly, and in a blink is back on the floor, sprawled amongst the paperwork.

Pac screams in every way possible, dropping the papers to get to his friend. He hears Mike say something along their bond, but doesn't listen as he drops to his knees at Forever's side.

Already Forever is starting to come around; Pac taps his cheek for attention, and eyes flutter vaguely in his direction.

"Forever?" he asks, trying to pull him closer to awake. "Forever, you do not get to tell me you're okay."

"Pac?" Forever's voice is hazy, and its not reassuring.

"I'm here," Pac says. "Mike will be here soon - he'll do the yelling. Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"

Soon is maybe an understatement; as soon as he says that, he hears Mike's panicked yells from above. Afraid of hurting Forever's head more Pac instead tugs on their bond, a little scared himself but guiding the other half of his soul down.

He doesn't try to hide his own fear there, for all he masks it from Forever.

"Or... Now."

Mike makes much better time than Pac did, glasses slightly askew and lab coat far from clean as he storms over.

"Forever, you idiot!" He yells, before taking a breath and dropping maybe a third of his volume. "When did you last eat? Or drink something? Sleep?"

Even as Mike says all of that, he and Pac flash their own thoughts back and forth - Pac shows him how he found Forever, and what happened. Mike continues scolding as he guides Pac through checking Forever's head and spine for any damage. To their joint relief, there doesn't seem to be any.

"Where's your kitchen?" Mike ends with.

"Kitchen?" Forever screws his eyes up, the effort of thinking entirely consuming as he waves a hand in the approximate direction.

Pac and Mike share a worried thought, unbroken even as Mike hurries off in that direction.

"Forever?" Pac tries to ask more gently his time. "Does anything hurt?"

There's a pause; Forever shakes his head a bit, only to grab at it.

"I'm just a bit dizzy... it's fine," the words come too slowly, quiet and slightly slurred. "Just... A moment."

Pac tries to swallow his throat, reaching out and resting a hand on his arm, "take your time. Do you want help sitting up?"

Forever nods, and it's another terrible decision. Pac shuffles closer, helping as Forever eases himself up and against the wall. They're near one of the slight corners, and the extra wall seems to take a lot of his weight.

Once he is situated, Pac pulls his hands away. They hover, expecting to need to catch him again; thankfully it isn't true. "All good?"

The nod doesn't seem to cause too much trouble this time, though Forever's breathing still sounds a little off - forced but level, like he's counting breaths - and he still refuses to open his eyes.

Mike returns not long after; Pac feels him coming, and looks up to greet him. He's carrying some juice and some toast on one of their lab trays. The plates are Forever's and presumably clean, at least.

He kneels next to Pac, and puts the tray on the floor. He squeezes Pac's leg a little - Pac presses a little weight against his side - before picking up the juice.

"Forever," he says. "Drink this."

Forever cracks one eye open, and groans. He does, however, take the glass. Both hands are needed to hold it, and he makes use of the straw Mike put in there, but despite the slight shake he manages it fine.

After the juice, Forever is handed the toast. Pac watches as a little colour returns to his cheeks, and finds Mike relaxing too.

Now he can see that Forever simply forgot to eat anything for a while, Pac relaxes. He's done it before, Mike's done it before - he's pretty sure everyone on the island has, even if not to the point of fainting. Maybe not Etoiles - he has to be so much more careful about his blood sugar than the rest of them - but Etoiles would know how it feels none the less.

"Sorry," Forever quirks half a smile around the toast. "I must look an absolute dumbass."

"It's okay, we've all done it," Pac tilts his head a bit as he smiles back. "Mike and I have picked each other off the floor so often."

"You do," Mike confirms, taking back the cup. "I'm dumping your paperwork on Cellbit, and you're having a nap."

"Cellbit doesn't sleep either," Forever points out.

"But he's Roier's problem, not mine," Mike stands, offering Forever an arm.

It takes a little effort, but they get Forever on his feet. The query about his bed makes Mike, once again, protectively angry. Pac... declines from mentioning his own lack of one, but then he usually shares with Mike so perhaps its not so much a problem.

Pac grabs the tray, plate, and cup, ready to drop them if his hands are needed but not expecting it.

They end up setting up a bed in the corner of his sitting room - Pac has no doubt it will disappear soon enough - and sitting Forever down on it.

"Guys, I'm fine," Forever says, and he genuinely does sound better now.

Pac isn't sure, though, and Mike feels even less believing of the words.

"Nap while we make you dinner?" Pac suggests.

Forever looks between them, goes to argue, then sighs and lies down.

Pac actually looks at Mike this time, and the look is returned - Forever is definitely not okay.

I'll cook and you stay with him? Pac thinks at the other half of his soul.

Mike nods to the suggestion, and perches on the back of the couch. Pac nods back, and vanishes off towards the kitchen.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp mike #qsmp pac #qsmp tazercraft #qsmp forever #whumpcember2023 #prompt: fainting #hah I wrote this one in advance and scheduled it woop!#now I just need to remember I did that so I ao3 it later...#platonic soulmates due to experiment fuck up as teens tazercraft my beloved #accidentally fused their souls and now telepathy #man forever is getting the short stick atm huh #poor guy #eh he'll probably suffer more later too #he's apparently the current chew toy #probably because pac and phil would both fuss over him #wanna write more from the guy suffering's PoV soon #we'll see what I get to #and what inspires what #hope you enjoyed! see you sometime!#forever's behaviour after fainting is based on a combo of my own #and the one time my GM didn't eat /and/ had a head massage and passed out at the table #mine aren't usually food related though it was once #did consider forever's PoV but frankly when I faint my perception gets so fucky it wouldn't be much fun

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