#and the moment he decides to open up he belives his soulmate has fallen in love with someone else

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La Pluie makes me incredibly nervous, like I love it and I’m certain I’m going to be made very sad by whatever goes down with Lomfon…

The whole meeting in the cafe where Lomfon is so delighted to be with Tai and find that they share interests, that they’re soulmates not just because they hear each other in the rain. That the whole encounter is a confirmation for him.

But how much does Lomfon hear in the rain? What does he think about there being a third person? Why does Lomfon think that Tai is his soulmate but that Phat isn’t? Can Lomfon only hear Tai and not Phat? But Lomfon can tell that Tai hears someone else?

#la Pluie #I just feel too hard for my baby giant #and the puppy #they’re both going to be devastated in different ways #and that’s not even touching Tai and how he lost faith in soulmates because of his parents #and the moment he decides to open up he belives his soulmate has fallen in love with someone else #like how sad exactly are we talking La Pluie? #I would like a number from 1 to 10 #1 being Tossara #10 being History 3 Make Our Days count

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mismatched // part 4

summary: everyone has marks on their body that match their soulmate. stan doesn’t belive that there’s someone out there to complete him while richie dates people left and right in hopes of finding the person to finish his life.

a/n: i tried to make this one a little cuter, but it's setting up for some angst later on. just so you know, all the chapter titles are going to be song titles so please check out the songs! let me know what you think and please leave suggestions !!

word count: 1186

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6 // part 7 // part 8

The boys always seemed to find themselves in one of their rooms. The movie night that went on over the weekend had come and gone. Stan found out about the soulmark when they were all laying down to go to sleep and he saw the covered hickey. It raised some questions and he quickly pulled Richie into the kitchen where he wiped the makeup away and saw the mark on his collarbone. A silence had fallen over them and Stan stared at it for a while. While Richie waited for his boyfriend to speak, his anxiety grew exponentially. He knew that Stan said he didn’t believe in soulmates, but what if this was a breaking point for him? Richie didn’t want to think about this being the end of his still new relationship with Stan.

“Someone else has that mark.”

“I don’t love them.”

“Don’t say you love me.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in soulmarks.”

“I don’t, but you do.”

Before Richie could say anything else, Stan was pulling him back to Bill’s room. He hadn’t said anything else that night and instead he wrapped his arms tightly around Richie. They stayed like that all night long and, despite his anxiety, it was the best night’s sleep that Richie ever had. When he woke up, Stan was still asleep with his head on Richie’s chest. The taller boy played with Stan’s hair and smiled to himself. Even if he wasn’t Richie’s soulmate, Richie knew that Stan would play an important role in his life.

Since the sleepover, Stan had been telling Richie that he was busy and couldn’t hang out. Richie tried his best not to read into it, but by the time that the weekend rolled around he was a nervous mess. They hadn’t talked about the soulmark since that night and Richie couldn’t help but wonder if this was Stan’s way of breaking up with him. Whenever the thought crossed Richie’s mind he would dismiss it and insist that Stan would have enough gall to actually dump him instead of being distant until their relationship fizzled out. Still, Richie tended to linger near the phone in case it rang with Stan on the other end.

Friday night came and at about eight Richie gave in and decided to do his homework. Typically he put it off until the class before and miraculously he was still passing all of his classes. Eddie always got mad at him for this because while he studied everything at least a week in advance, his GPA was still a few points behind Richie’s. Just as Richie was reading his assignment, the house phone rang on the wall beside Richie. He nearly jumped up, letting his book fall to the floor as he took the phone off the hook and held it to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Richie, come over.”

“See, I thought you were ghosting me, Stan.”

“Just come over, okay?”

“Somebody’s eager.”

“I’m hanging up.”

Instead of trying to say anything else, Richie put the phone back on the wall after hearing the click. Stan was either planning on dumping him or something big. Or, Richie was hoping for the later. There could be a multitude of reasons as to why Stan insisted that Richie come over rather than explaining anything on the phone or feeding into Richie’s banter. Rather than dwelling on it the boy put his things together so that his mother wouldn’t put them in some place that they’d both forget. On his way out, Richie grabbed a jacket and pulled it tight around himself before biking to Stan’s house.

While Richie was biking, Stan kept glancing at his collarbone. He had stolen some of his mother’s makeup and spent the entire day with Richie’s soulmate in an attempt to make sure he got this right. Stan had spent about an hour staring in the mirror as he used to liquid eyeliner to make sure that he got the mark just right. After that he used some more of his mother’s makeup to make sure it looked natural and that it would stay until Richie left. Once he was done, he pulled his shirt back on, but made sure that the mark was visible with his shirt hanging off one shoulder just enough to show it off. The appearance wasn’t something that Stan enjoyed and he was itching to straighten his shirt, but this was for Richie so he let it be.

Knocking wasn’t a thing that Richie did anymore, instead he let himself into the Uris house and waved to Stan’s parents when they gave Richie a disapproving look. They had no problem with the boy, but they always wished that he would have the manners that they instilled in their son. He waved to them before heading up to Stanley’s room. “I hope you have all your clothes on, your parents are already unhappy with me. I think your mom is mad that I didn’t call after last night.” he whisper-yelled as he knocked on Stan’s door. Stan rolled his eyes and opened the door, looking Richie up and down as he pulled him into his room.

“Sometimes I regret trying to play with you in elementary school.”

“I should be the one saying that. You threw sand at me.”

“You were annoying.”

“I was-- What’s that?”

A small smile crossed Stan’s face as Richie moved closer, tugging at Stan’s shirt to get a better look at the soulmark. He couldn’t see Richie’s face but he could only imagine what it looked like. As badly as Stan wanted to pull away to see Richie’s face, he let Richie inspect. It seemed to silence the dark haired boy for several moments and Stan suddenly wondered what was going through his mind.

“I think you got a good enough look at it.”

“I just-- I don’t get it.”

“What is there to get?”

“Someone else has this mark. We both know that--”

“So what? I have it, too.”

“Well, what does it mean?”

“What do you want it to mean?”

“I want it to mean that we’re soulmates.”

“Then that’s what it means.”

Richie opened his mouth to say something else, but Stan’s mouth was on his. It seemed like whenever Richie was about to say that, Stan was kissing him. Almost as if he was trapping the words before they could ever make it out. With Stan always kissing him, Richie rarely thought about it and by the time it was over, he forgot that he was even going to say it. As soon as Richie wrapped his arms around Stan, he moved to fix his shirt. Stan found it impossible to focus on kissing Richie with his shirt hanging off his shoulder. It felt so wrong like that. He backed Richie up to his bed and pushed Richie down. The kiss broke when Stan climbed into the bed and laid down beside Richie.

“Does this mean that that person is our soulmate, too? Are all three of us soulmates?”

“Is that what you want?”

“I don’t know.”

“Let’s not tell them, yet, then.”

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