#i missed midnight by like 15 mins but since i havent gone to sleep its still monday

[jemwritesstuff]

Soulmate AU / Steve Harrington x Reader HC’s

“everything on your skin translates onto their skin, scars, bruises, cuts, gashes, drawings, etc.”

it’s 718 words of HC's oh no

content warnings: swearing, canon typical violence, Evan is implied to be a bit of a bitch, I don’t know how to use commas in English, a surprise father figure

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- Your soulmate had always been prone to accidents. Little bruises littered on your arms and legs, small scars that you imagined were from falling off a swing. Cuts on your fingers when they were making food, you thought.

- They had also gotten beat up before yet that was the most normal thing he’d encountered, you would soon find out.

- For a while now, your soulmate has gotten hurt a lot. Terrible gashes on their back, even you could feel them, deep wounds that you were sure would never heal. 

- Yet they did.

- Nothing ever scarred them for long.

- It was like they were immortal, being able to withstand such pain and shrug it off like nothing. 

- You did want to know what was trying to kill them.

- You were scared for them, you had no idea what they were doing to get inflicted with such pain and always being healed to pristine condition. 

- You even got to researching some secret government tests but that never got you too far. 

- You wanted to help them but there was virtually nothing you could do - except trying to cheer them up. 

- So you started doodling on your arms.

- Flower fields that started at nothing, the stars looked at you during the night, the neighbours’ cat (even though it looked a lot like a koala), and small messages you hoped would bring a smile to their face.

- And they did. Steve smiled often when he looked at his arms.

- To him, it was really comforting to know that you weren’t where he was. He just wanted you safe.

- He would’ve loved to answer to some of your messages but he had nothing to work with in the Fog. Dirt and blood didn’t really stick and that would have been very discouraging to you, anyway. Steve even tried to sneak into the coal mines for something to write with, only to get his ankle snapped clean off. So better to scratch that then.

- It wasn’t until a new face appeared in the Fog that Steve had any idea who his soulmate could be. 

- You weren’t wearing sleeves when you appeared and Steve panicked immediately. 

- Despite Nancy’s angry whispers and Ace’s obnoxious yelling, Steve ran away from the campfire.

- Shit, the only thing he didn’t want happening, had happened.

- He sat there contemplating for hours, not that hours mattered anymore, anyway.

- For long enough, though, that he could feel a gash forming on his back. 

- Two.

- And the third one. 

- He cursed whatever god that was listening. 

- There were no stars in the Entity’s realms. The darkening sky was empty and Steve raised his forearm in front of his eyes.

- He could still faintly see the stars you had drawn.

- The sky was as empty as his head.

- His back hurt and then it didn’t.

- This is what you had lived with.

- A crow was startled away from a tree nearby.

- Jeff – all bloody and bruised – straight from a trial, Steve thought, wandered forward and nudged the youngster up from the ground.

- He didn’t say a word at first, just rolled Steve’s sleeves up, inspected his arms for a little bit, rolled them back down and patted Steve on the back. 

- “You’re gonna meet them.” 

- Steve’s heart stopped at that.

- “No, it’s- I can’t!”

- “Yes, you can. We’re going.”

- Steve had neither the strength nor the willpower to fight against Jeff.

- You were talking to Nancy.

- She and Jeff both said something to you two but Steve wasn't listening anymore. He was far too focused on looking at you.

- Of all the things he could have said to you as the first thing, for some unknown reason, he decided to voice his admiration for the recurring cat sketch.

- Your laugh was probably the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.

- "Sorry about all the scars." He blurted. Knowing now how much pain he had inflicted on you, he felt it was only appropriate to at least acknowledge it.

- His bashful smile made it all worth it to you.

- The rest of the night consisted of sharing your secrets with each other, telling the stories of old scars or doodles and Steve shooing his teammates away.

- In the next trial, Steve made sure that you didn't get a single scar of your own.