Oooh this is fun! Have some completely random ones to go wild with:
Steddie+soul mates+too many beds+good friend Carol Perkins?
Yes!
(send me a ship and 3 ao3 tags and I’ll make a little scenario for it)
Okay, soulmates au where you have the first thing you hear your soulmate say (not necessarily to you) written somewhere on your body in their handwriting.
Steve and Carol haven't talked since high school but she's pretty familiar with the scrawl on the back of Steve's wrist that declares something silly but non-identifying. She studied hotel management and hasn't spoken to Tommy H. since she surprise visited him at his college only to catch him in bed with a dude, laughing in his face when he followed her trying to insist that it didn't mean he was gay and that he still wanted to date her. (First of all, no way was she staying involved in that hot mess. Second, she has since discovered how fun it is to fool around with girls and the hearts dotting the i's on her soulmate's handwriting hidden on her inner thigh now makes a lot more sense.)
Anyway, it's been years. So Carol shocked to see Steve one night, checking into her hotel with Eddie the Freak Munson—who signs the guestbook in a scrawl she recognizes, holy shit. She makes eye contact with Steve and instinctively gets that he's seen her notice it, that he desperately does not want her to say anything, and that Eddie must have no idea.
An hour or two after they check in, Steve wanders back into the lobby. Carol pulls out the small bottle of liquor she keeps in the desk during slow night shifts and doctors both their coffees and they chat. They exchange their stories of self-discovery like it's hot gossip, and yeah, Eddie has no idea because Steve doesn't want to risk their friendship. But Steve is also completely head over heels.
Carol is very aware that they're in a room with two twin beds—which is obviously one too many for anything to happen. After a while she takes pity on him and passes him a tampon from her purse. "Go back to your room and flush this," she advises with a smirk. "Since you're both guys it'll just get written off as something the previous occupants did. When the toilet overflows, I'll get you a room with just a queen bed so you two can get all cosy. Turn on the charm, cuddle up, and see what happens. And if it doesn't go well, you can always come back out here to the open arms of Jim Beam."
She doesn't know if he'll have the nerve to do it, but she hopes so. One of Eddie's rings had slipped while he was signing the book and she'd caught a peek of Steve's cramped scribble across one of his knuckles. 😉
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