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[faofinn]

12. Old Wives Tale

Fred had to smile, taking the copy from her. It had been his copy, dog eared and worn, a gift from his brother years ago. She'd not managed to get much further than where they'd left; wanting to wait until they were back together, curled up and reading separately. She figured that her curled up on him and Fred reading to her was just as good (if not better), and she pulled out the puppydog eyes. 

He never could resist her, and opened the book to start to read aloud, his voice soft so she could fall back asleep if she needed. 

Sheila ended up dozing, content in Fred's arms. His voice was soft and home, making her feel better. The paracetamol had helped, too, bringing her fever down a little. When she woke, it was late afternoon, and Fred was nowhere to be found. She stretched out with a sigh, trying to build the energy to get up.

"Fred?" She called, padding through the house, her blanket cocooned around her. "Fred?"

"Kitchen!" He called, his voice carrying. 

"You left me." She grumbled good-naturedly; whatever he was cooking smelled too good to argue with him. 

"Oh, I'm sorry." He met her in the doorway, wrapping his arms around her. "How are you feeling at the moment?"

She leaned into him. "Mm, better. Still rubbish."

"That's a bit better, you look better than you did before." He said softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm just making some tea for us."

"It smells good."

"It's an old family recipe, it'll make you feel better."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, it’s chicken soup. It'll fix all your illnesses."

She laughed. "That's just an old wives tale."

"So you don't want it?" He teased. 

"No, no." She said quickly, her stomach rumbling. "I didn't say that."

He laughed. "Pull up a chair? I've gotta finish stirring."

She reluctantly peeled herself away from him, perching on the counter instead of a chair. "You'll have to teach me."

"Of course, when you’re better, though. It wouldn’t stick right now." He chatted away to her as he finished up, tidying away the pots and pans, and decanting a few portions into some tupperware. 

"Want some bread with it?" Fred asked, rubbing her knee.

"Mm?" She blinked at him, rubbing her eyes. "What?"

He laughed. "I thought you'd gone quiet. You'd fallen asleep up there."

"I wasn't asleep." She protested. 

He wrapped his arms around her, picking her up. She nestled into him, holding onto him like a koala. He carried her through to the living room, setting her on the sofa.

"Put something on the TV? I'll bring your soup through."

She grinned at him, tucking her feet up. "Thank you."

Fred returned to the kitchen, pouring her a glass of apple juice before carrying both their teas through. He settled the tray on her lap and curled up next to her. "So, what have we got?"

Sheila looked up at him with a smile, sheepishly taking the tray. “Just whatever I could find on.”

"Good enough for me. Careful, it's hot."

“Thank you.”

He stretched forward to steal a kiss, quickly settling back down to eat. "There's some for the freezer too, and enough for tomorrow."

“You shouldn’t kiss me.” She mumbled. 

"I'm gonna get sick anyway." He shrugged. "Well, I'm not, because this is gonna cure us both."

She made no effort to move away, snuggling against him the best she could with her bowl of soup. The first spoon was heaven, warm and comforting, and she sighed happily. 

"Better?"

“Much. You’ve cured me.”

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Keep Coming to My Door (I’ll Eventually Answer)

Sicktember Day 12: Old Wives Tale

Stranger Things: Steve Harrington/ Eddie Munson

Words: 500 | Rating: T | CW: nightmares, mentions of restraints and torture

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Summary: Steve’s nightmares have gotten worse and handles it on his own before briefly opening up to Eddie about it.

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Steve slowly glanced up at the sound of Eddie’s soft footsteps coming into the kitchen; the sound was familiar to him by now. They’d barely spoken since Eddie had moved in after his trailer was destroyed, and usually stayed on the opposite sides of the house during the day. 

The nights brought nightmares for both of them, but Steve’s had grown steadily worse. What had started out as nightmares had ramped up into something worse, ones where he’d wake up screaming, soaked in searing sweat, his mind flashing with images of stainless steel needles, tightly tied restraints, cold pliers…

Steve had heard quiet knocks on his bedroom door after particularly bad episodes and assumed Eddie, but never answered the door to find out.

So Steve fought the nightmares and midnight screaming sessions the only way he knew how: evading sleep altogether. 

“Thought you had a campaign today,” Steve said in a pseudo-greeting as Eddie entered.

“No campaign,” Eddie answered simply. “Just doing some planning for one.”

Eddie reached in the cabinet for a cup and filled it. The man looked worn out, almost as if he wasn’t sleeping much more than Steve was. 

Eddie glimpsed at Steve. “You look like shit, Harrington.”

“Thanks,” Steve deadpanned, but he felt his ears heat red. He wondered why he suddenly felt so…exposed. Then again, it’d been two days since he slept..

“For nightmares,” Eddie started. “They say to avoid eating cheese before bed. Supposed to keep ‘em away.”

Steve’s brain struggled to make sense of what he’d just heard. “Wait, what? Cheese for nightmares?”

“Yeah, some old wives tale. Don’t think it’s true, though. Tried it a few times with no luck,” Eddie admitted. 

“Not sure avoiding cheese is enough to keep everything away.”

“Some pretty fucked up shit we saw.” Eddie blew out a breath as he leaned against the fridge.

“Is it…” Steve paused, almost abandoning his question, but asked it anyway. “Do you knock on my door sometimes? At night?”

Eddie swallowed and then nodded a few times. “Mainly just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” He winced. “The screams are pretty…”

Steve felt his face flush. He probably sounded like a banshee whose sole mission was to wake up the neighborhood. “I’m–I don’t mean…”

“No, it’s not that, Harrington,” Eddie quickly corrected. “It’s just…you sound terrified. Almost scared to death.”

“It’s more exhausting than anything. I’m alright.” Steve’s voice sounded hollow and empty in his own ears. Suddenly, all he wanted to do was lay down.

“Steve…” 

Steve looked up at the sound of his name. Eddie never used his name.

 “Can I help?” Eddie’s voice was softer, more concerned.

Steve blew out a short laugh as he slipped off the bar stool. “Keep knocking, I guess. Might actually answer one of these nights.” He paused before heading upstairs. “There’s extra chamomile tea in the cabinet. Sometimes it helps me sleep.” 

Eddie met his eyes with gratitude. “Thanks, Harrington.”

“Night, Munson.”

And Steve turned and headed up the stairs.

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[fanfictasia]

Sicktember Day 12

Old Wives Tale

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Mushroom Strikes Back

It’s not something he would’ve told most people, but it’s different with Cody – he feels safe with him, feels somehow at home, even though he shouldn’t. Cody is… a friend.

“We have a saying,” Cody replies finally, after a few minutes have lapsed. “That… those who pass on aren’t truly gone. That they’re still with us.”

It figures that the clones would have something like that – it’s the only way to deal with the constant loss of their brothers. “On Tatooine,” Anakin says instead, because he has to explain this to someone. Padme understands, and so does Palpatine, but not – not really. Obi-Wan doesn’t, and Anakin can’t help his desperation to explain it to someone who he thinks will understand. He’s still tired, and they should rest, but he also needs to get this said, no matter how sick he feels. “There was a… legend. About a sun-dragon. That it lives in the center of our sun, that it’s strong enough to protect everyone it loves. That… was supposed to be me. I should’ve – but I failed it. I failed her.”

Cody scoots over to him, reaching to touch his shoulder. “You’re not not just a legend to us,” he says, “You’re a Jedi and our commander, but… you’re still our…”

“What’s it like to have a brother?” Anakin asks, leaning into the warmth of his touch, because he’s fairly certain that’s what Cody is trying to say.

“I’m responsible for them,” he answers after a pause. “But I know they would do anything for me, too. We rely on each other.”

Anakin wishes he’d grown up with someone he could say that about, but maybe it’s still not too late to change that. “Maybe we are,” he says thoughtfully. “Brothers, I mean.”

“We are,” Cody agrees, “Or we… will be.”

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[newwwwusername]

Fic title : A Note from Rogelio's Book

@sicktember 2023 prompt : Home Remedies/Old Wives Tale

Rating : General Audiences

Fandom : She Ra and the Princesses of Power

Additional tags : Sore Throat, Home Remedies, Sick Catra (She-Ra), Life in the Horde (She-Ra), Sneaking Around, Medical Neglect, Minor Kyle/Rogelio (She-Ra)

Word count : 268

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Proven Wrong

Sicktember one-shot 3/6

Fandom: N/A Characters: Caretaker, Whumpee Prompts: Day 6; Preventative Measures (Not Taken), Day 10; "The only place we're going is to the pharmacy", Day 11; Beginner's Guide to Faking Sick, Day 12; Old Wives Tale Day 18; "Wear Your Coat, You'll Catch a Cold" Warning: None

Whumpee loves playing in the snow. They don't care if most adults only play in the snow with kids. Caretaker sometimes would join Whumpee, but they often stay in the house. They like seeing Whumpee excited about the season's first snowstorm like a child.

"They say two feet of snow dumped last night," Caretaker says while cooking breakfast, "you're eating first." Whumpee is more eager to go outside for the day.

"Wear your coat. You'll catch a cold," Caretaker argues, seeing what Whumpee is wearing. "I'm wearing three layers. I'll be fine," Whumpee argues, "besides, that's just an old wives tale." Whumpee leaves the house before Caretaker can say anything else. They'll be back in an hour. Caretaker believes, noting it's ten in the morning. They decide to start making homemade soup.

Ninety minutes pass, Caretaker stands before the stove with a pot of soup. Caretaker thought Whumpee would be in the house by now. They try not to worry until they realize they didn't ensure Whumpee wore gloves and boots. Should I worry they might be in the early stages of frostbite? Caretaker questions. They wait another thirty minutes before going to find Whumpee.

Whumpee sits on a log, shivering and too cold to move. Even though they know they'll end up with hypothermia if they stay here. Caretaker is going to be pissed. Whumpee believes. I think I'll have more than a cold at this point.

Whumpee doesn't know what happened or how Caretaker got them back in the house and on the couch. They wonder if they passed out. Caretaker walks into the room with two bowls of soup. They put a tray on Whumpee's lap and the bowl of soup on the tray. Whumpee is freezing without the blankets but can't figure out how to eat and stay under the blankets. Caretaker wants to scold Whumpee for not listening and scaring them. Instead, they turn in the TV. Within a couple of hours, Whumpee is warm. The rest of the day goes on as if nothing happened.

Whumpee feels a little sick when they wake up, but it's not too bad. They're glad they don't have to tell Caretaker, which would result in the day they had planned being canceled. They get ready for the day and go downstairs.

Caretaker is cooking breakfast when Whumpee gets downstairs. They are also ready for the day. "We'll head out after we eat," Caretaker says. Whumpee nods and sits at the table. They're starting to feel unwell and need to lie down. They remind themselves that they need to act like they're ok no matter how much they want to go back to bed. "You ok?" Caretaker asks. "Just a little tired."

"Are we going to get lunch now?" Whumpee asks. "The only place we're going is to the pharmacy," Caretaker replies, "you look awful, and don't say you're tired," Caretaker takes Whumpee's hand, "you're freezing."

When Caretaker gets to CVS, Whumpee can't take being sick. Caretaker has to leave the car on to have the heat on full blast. Whumpee wants to go back to bed. Caretaker is back in five minutes. "Ok, I got the medication. Let's get you home."

Caretaker has to help Whumpee up to their room and into bed. They take Whumpee's temperature and give them the medication. "It's a cold, but you feel terrible because you weren't resting," Caretaker explains, "I'll check on you in an hour."

Whumpee sleeps for three hours. They feel much better when they wake up. They walk out of their room to go downstairs when Caretaker stops them. "You're going back to bed. I'll get the soup I made yesterday." "Cold soup." "I'll heat it up, smart ass. Then you'll take a shower. That'll help the congestion." Whumpee gets back into bed, waiting for Caretaker.

Whumpee feels better after eating and a shower. They go downstairs to watch TV with Caretaker. "You definitely will not be going to work tomorrow," caretaker comments, "I know you'll be asleep most of the day, but maybe I should call in." "You'd be lying," Whumpee argues, "I'll be fine." The rest of the day is a lazy Sunday.

Whumpee is up before Caretaker has to leave, which relieves Caretaker. Now they can endure Whumpee is eating something good for breakfast. In case they do not feel well enough to heat up the remainder of the soup. "Soup for dinner?" Caretaker asks. "Sure." "Then I'll be home a little later. I need to buy half the ingredients needed." Caretaker leaves while Whumpee eats, wishing they had taken the medicine before coming downstairs. Even if they are going back to bed.

Whumpee slept all morning. They're awake in time to answer the Caretaker's call to check on them. After the ten-minute call, Whumpee heats up what's left of the soup and watches TV. They're not enjoying the day off from work. Laughing at how they'd rather be at work while many would gladly work less as long as pay kept up.

Whumpee ended up sleeping all afternoon. Regretting they didn't take more medication before falling asleep. They walk upstairs to get more medication. Glad they left their water bottle on the nightstand. They take the medication and lie back in bed.

Caretaker is home an hour later than usual. Whumpee lies on the couch, bored. "I'm tired of sleeping all day," they complain. Caretaker laughs at the complaint. "Sorry, but I think you should still stay home tomorrow." .Caretaker laughs at Whumpee groaning and goes to make Dinner.

As Caretaker said, Whumpee could go back to work on Wednesday. They missed working but were surprised at how little they had to catch up on. "Oh come on, you know we look out for each other," a co-worker argues, "we were able to divide the work you would have been doing without adding too much to our loads." "You know Whumpee is a workaholic," Caretaker jokes. "Glad you live with them and can make sure they rest." After a good joke, everyone gets to work. Whumpee hopes it's another year before they get sick again.

#sicktember 2023 #sicktember day 6 #sicktember day 10 #sicktember day 11 #sicktember day 12 #sicktember day 18 #caretaker #whumpee #snow storm #first snowfall #snow #winter #cold #underdressed #sick with a cold #soup #proven wrong #old wives tale

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Official Sicktember 2023 Prompt List!

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Prompts:

1. Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care

2. Quest for a Cure

3. "What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?"

4. Hiding an Illness

5. Preventative Measures (Not Taken)

6. Sick and Injured

7. “You’re a Jerk When You’re Sick”

8. Persistent Fever

9. White Coat Syndrome

10. “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy”

11. Beginner’s Guide to Faking Sick

12. Old Wives Tale

13. Anxious Stomach

14. ‘‘I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am’’

15. Sick in an Inconvenient Place

16. Consulting the Internet/Web MD

17. Magical Remedy/Healing Potion

18. “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold”

19. Curled Up With a Pet

20. Cramping Pain

21. "But if you stay, you'll get sick too"

22. Terms of Endearment/Nicknames

23. Coughing Fit

24. “Did you just sneeze?”

25. Confused/Disoriented

26. Pink Eye/Conjunctivitis

27. Uncooperative Patient

28. “I should have stayed home”

29. Side Effects/Adverse Reaction

30. Patient 0

Alts.

“I Could Really Use a Hug Right About Now”

Fuzzy Socks

Pounding Headache

Forehead Kisses

“I’m so sorry”

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20 more pregnancy prompts

requested by: @glossyvirgo2021 & various anons

requests: pregnancy (dialogue) prompts, third trimester pregnancy prompts

Feel free to use and reblog!

Part 1

first trimester:

#1 - "Is it really true? I thought again it was just a dream when I woke up."

#2 - being taken by surprise by the sudden bouts of morning sickness

#3 - always placing a hand on their lower abdomen, even though it's not showing yet

#4 - "No, we can't tell anyone yet! It's still too early for that."

#5 - always looking in the mirror to check if they already 'look pregnant'

second trimester:

#6 - trying to figure out the baby's gender by analysing their symptoms with old wives' tales

#7 - "I need more sardines." "But you just had a huge apple tart." "I don't see your point."

#8 - having a hazy memory and being forgetful due to 'pregnancy brain'

#9 - "I feel like I could do anything." "Well, but you shouldn't carry this huge box. I better do it."

#10 - sudden spells of dizziness disturbing their days

third trimester:

#11 - "I'd say I'm officially pregnant now." *patting their growing belly gently*

#12 - enjoying to wear figure-hugging clothes (bonus points: if it's the first time ever that they enjoy it)

#13 - suffering from swollen feet and receiving foot massages from their s/o

#14 - "I feel like a fat cow." "Well, you're the most beautiful cow."

#15 - being coddled by their s/o and told that they don't have to do anything

#16 - trying to figure out how their daily life will look/change when the baby's there

#17 - "You really can't hide it anymore. You have to accept that." "But I don't know how to tell people." "Well, I don't think that's necessary anymore. It's quite obvious."

#18 - being found asleep by their partner all the time

#19 - "Oh my God, I don't know how I will manage any of this!" "You got this, dear. We got this!"

#20 - being totally taken by surprise by early labour

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[woso-fan13]

Sicktember 2023: 12

Home Remedy/Old Wives Tale

After practice yesterday, you had been absolutely drained. It was a bit odd, seeing as it was a relatively easy practice, but you hadn’t slept well the night before. Magda and Pernille had picked up on your lack of energy seemingly before you did, and they quickly took you home after practice. 

It didn’t take much coaxing from the women for you to regress, and they gave you a short bath before putting you down for a nap. Somewhat unusually, you didn’t wake up after your normal 90 minutes. Which meant that, as much as your moms hated it, they needed to wake you up lest you throw off the sleep schedules of everyone in the house. 

They might have been mean to wake you up, but they weren’t cruel, so they didn’t turn the lights on. Instead, Magda opened one of the curtains, allowing the sun that managed to break through the clouds into the room. Pernille walks over to your crib, lowering the railing slightly and admiring you for a moment. You were soundly asleep, laying on your stomach with your cheek pressed against the mattress. Your mouth was slightly open, your pacifier having slipped out. 

Once Magda had joined her, Pernille leaned down, scratching your back and murmuring quietly. Slowly, you begin to wake up, shifting to look up to your moms. It was one of their favorite sights, watching you blink sleepily as you tried to adjust to the light with wild bedhead and a small line of dried drool down your chin. It was, frankly, adorable. 

Not fully awake, you lift your arms up and babbled a “mamama” sound. This was a sure sign that you had really regressed, much too small to be bothered with words. You were also much too small to be bothered with telling the difference between Mama and Mummy, as long as someone held you, you would be fine. 

Magda quickly scoops you up, smirking at Pernille as you hide your face in her neck. She bounces lightly, humming lowly. You’re so warm and so sleepy that you almost fall back asleep right there, but Magda can feel your body relaxing into her as you fall asleep and she pulls your head out of your cave. 

Your fussing is quickly stopped when Pernille slips a pacifier past your lips, and you begin rhythmically suckling on it. Magda makes quick work of laying you down and changing you quickly, placing kisses on your belly. What usually caused you to giggle hysterically only caused you to swat slightly with your hand. You were too uncoordinated to actually make contact with her, but you got your point across. Pernille laughs at the offended face Magda makes as she plants one more kiss and pulls away. 

“A grumpy little girl today, huh?” she asks, wiggling your hips slightly. 

You whine, and Pernille reaches in to rescue you. 

“Your Mama’s being quite a meanie, isn’t she?” she asks, scooping you up and pretending to shield you from Magda, “she should know that it’s not nice to bother someone who just woke up.”

The rest of the evening was rather mundane. You were cranky and clingy, not a combination your mothers loved, so they entertained you for a few hours, fed you some dinner, and then put you to bed. 

—-

Again, your mothers were standing by your nursery door, confused as to why you were still asleep. They decide to check on you, pushing the door open and walking to stand by the crib. 

Magda pauses for a moment before she moves the crib railing down, sniffing. 

“She’s sick,” she says with certainty.

Pernille looks at her like she’s crazy, “what?”

“She’s sick,” Magda repeats, as if that answers everything. 

“And how do you know that?”

“Can you not smell her fever?” Magda asks, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

“What are you talking about? That’s not a thing.”

“No, it’s true. A mother’s gift, she can smell a fever.”

“Honestly, love, that’s an old wives tale,” Pernille says exasperatedly, “she’s fine, look at her. She’s just sleeping.”

“Go get a thermometer,” Magda says challengingly, “she’s got a fever.”

Pernille leaves, quickly returning with the thermometer. 

“When this proves she has a normal temperature, you’re in charge of cooking breakfast and cleaning up,” Pernille says, powering the thermometer on. 

“Deal,” Magda agrees, “and when she does have a fever, you’re in charge of all of that while I get to cuddle the poorly baby.”

Pernille slides the thermometer under your arm so as not to disturb your sleep. Once it beeps, she pulls it out. The two women look at the red number on the screen, frowning. 

“Does this make you a better Mama than me?” Pernille asks, “I didn’t even know she was sick.”

“Don’t be dramatic, it’s just a superpower I have,” Magda insists, “now, you might want to get started on breakfast. I’m thinking eggs, and just a bottle for the babe.”

Pernille rolls her eyes jokingly, walking to the door. When she notices that Magda isn’t following her, she turns around. 

“Coming?”

“No, I’m going to stay with Y/N/N. We’ll take breakfast in bed,” she winks. 

With this, Magda settles in the comfortable rocking chair in the room, kicking her legs up onto the matching ottoman and closing her eyes. 

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@woso-fan13 Updated Masterlist

Updated: 04 January 2024

I have no clue why I did this, I just love this writer sm and wish I could check everything in one place since I keep re-reading the fics lol

PS: If the writer wants me to delete the post and send it to you so you'll post it, feel free to message me! I just love the fics and felt like doing this :D

It didn't fit everything so check out @woso-fan13 for the other masterlist with the rest S2

Sicktember 2023

Number 1: Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care

Number 2: Quest For A Cure

Number 3: “What Happened To Your Phenomenal Immune System, Huh?”

Number 4: Hiding an Illness

Number 5: Preventative Measures (Not Taken)

Number 6: Sick & Injured

Number 7: “You’re A Jerk When You’re Sick”

Number 8: Persistent Fever

Number 9: White Coat Syndrome

Number 10: “The Only Place We’re Going Is To The Pharmacy”

Number 11: Beginner’s Guide To Faking Sick

Number 12: Home Remedy/Old Wives Tale

Number 13: Anxious Stomach

Number 14: “I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am.”

Number 15: Sick in an Inconvenient Place

Number 16: Consulting the Internet/Web MD

Number 17: Magical Remedy/ Healing Potion

Number 18: “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold”

Number 19: Curled Up With a Pet

Number 20: Cramping Pain

Number 21: “But if you stay, you’ll get sick too.”

Number 22: Terms of Endearment/Nicknames

Number 23: Coughing Fit

Number 24: “Did you just sneeze?”

Number 25: Confused/Disoriented

Number 26: Forehead Kisses

Number 27: Uncooperative Patient

Number 28: “I should have stayed home”

Number 29: Side Effects/Adverse Reaction

Number 30: Patient 0

WHUMPTOBER 2023

Number 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Number 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Number 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”

Number 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”

Number 5: “You better pray I don’t get up this time around.”

Number 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.”

Number 7: “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”

Number 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”

Number 9: “Learning everything ain’t what it seems, that’s the thing about these days.”

Number 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

Number 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”

Number 12: “I haven’t slept in days but who’s counting?”

Number 13: “It comes and goes like the strength in your bones.”

Number 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.”

Number 15: “I don’t need you to help me, I can handle things myself.”

Number 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Number 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”

Number 18: “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.”

Number 19: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.”

Number 20: “People don’t change people, time does.”

Number 21: “See the chains around my feet.”

Number 22: “They never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor.

Number 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.”

Number 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.”

Number 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”

Number 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.”

Number 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.”

Number 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”

Number 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.”

Number 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.”

Number 31: “I thought that I was getting better.”

Comfortember 2023

Safe

Sweater Weather

Leaves Changing

Warmth

Treehouse

Notes

Sick/Illness

Grief/Mourning

Aftermath

Sadness

Comfort Show/Movie

Dreams

Baking

Late Night Phone Calls

Plushies

Coffee/Tea Break

Heirloom

Cuddles

Loved Ones

Shopping

Relapse

Cry

Anxiety

Blankets

Rain

Friends

Soup

Flashbacks

Sleepover

The New Normal

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[mortalfollies]

9 Favourite Albums - Choose 9 & then tag 9 people! Or you can do nine singles or EPs, whatever lol.

Tagging @cactus-bag @catsafari25 @labyrinthal @sleeeepy-demon @retourne-toi-eurydice @belladonnafey @scorpius-rising @cry4judas @atuans @nicey-sandokan @evyes no obligations feel free 2 ignore

Albums listed (and me rambling) under the cut

TIME - ELO: my mum's favourite album that i first Properly listened to when i was 13. it's just the best sci-fi concept album ever....i love you jeff!!

13 Tales of Love & Revenge - The Pierces: sexy indie duo, most known for the song Secret, which isn't even in the top 5 of the best songs of the album. a treasure from when i was 11, and just figuring out i like girls.

Greatest Hits - The Eagles: again, my mum's interests becoming my own. it was really hard to pick between this and Long Road Out of Eden, but ultimately the greatest hits r that for a reason.

Laurel Hell - Mitski: my fave mitski album, heat lightning is underappreciated!!! and yeah just. its about solitude. recognition but not in the way you wanted or expected. emotional rollercoaster. im not eloquent enough to describe it and mitski does it better in under 2 minutes anyway.

Strange Trails - Lord Huron: again another hard toss between this and long lost but st wins out purely bc the transitions rule, and meet me in the woods + the yawning grave make me crazyyyy. so happy i got to hear those live in jan. lord huron is like what if a cowboy was also a ghost. thats the only way i can describe it.

Electra Heart - Marina and the Diamonds: i am not immune to music i heard at 12 years old. shame she's never made anything as good as this again.

Are We Having Fun Yet? - Black/Colin Vearncombe: another one of mum's. She found this guy when someone at Sanity was playing the album over the store speakers. loved it ever since, and introduced it to me. wistful ballads, jazzy touches, a little bit sexy.

Coyote Stories - The Crane Wives: this was a 2016-18 discovery maybe? i just know i was in school. im into folk indie i cant help it.

Wasteland, Baby! - Hozier: shout out to afro-elf for posting about movement n the whole ep, which is what spurred me to actually try this dude's music. and now i love him. but wasteland baby is immaculate: no skips, he roars in some songs and is as gentle as drizzle in others.

#i just thought this might be fun #Um also i thought i would tag ppl i don’t usually tag. hi. feel free to ignore this whole thing xx #u can just send me a thumbs down emoji or smth to opt out of me ever tagging u in anything again i wont be offended #i personally picked no-skip albums #ones that just missed the cut: ungodly hour - chloe x halle transcendental youth - tmg travelling wilbury's vol 1 purple rain - prince and #and the very best of the bee gees roy orbison tom petty fleetwood mac etc. oh and 1 fob album lol. #but these albums. these ARE me. essential #If you've read this far...you've unlocked a key 🔑 #key to my heart!! lmao ok bye

[goldenempyrean]

True Or Tale?

〚 Day 12 - Old Wives Tale〛

〚 Pairing - Florence Pugh x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Maybe old wives' tales have some truth to them. 〛

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“You’ll get sick if you go out in the cold with wet hair.” Florence mumbled as she read off the random article on her phone, “I’m blaming this crap on that.” She said with a small sniffle, rolling over on the sofa so that she was laying on her side instead of on her back, her head still comfortably in your lap. 

"I think that's just an old wives tale darling," You hummed in reply, as you reached forward to grab some tissues, handing one to her before sniffling into your own, "We've both been running around at those press tours all week, we probably picked up something there, I doubt the rain helped at all though." 

The rain had been relentless during the press tours, drenching everything in its path and turning the bustling streets into a maze of puddles. Despite sharing an umbrella and trying to stay dry it seemed neither of you managed to escape the persistent pouring. Getting sick did seem to have its plus sides though, for one the two of you had an excuse to stay inside all day and just hide away from the world and secondly, it gave you both the opportunity to spend some private quality time together – even if it was punctuated by sniffles. 

Florence shifted slightly, her head still resting in your lap as she mustered a weak smile. "What would you say to me going and grabbing us some of that ice cream we bought?” 

You raised an eyebrow, unable to deny the temptation of the cool treat, “Oh, that does sound good actually,” You gave into a small smile, “It’ll help your throat a bit, are you sure you want to get it? I can go grab it.” 

She waved your worry away with a casual hand. "I’ll be fine darling, I’ll survive the journey to the kitchen, don't worry your pretty little head about that.” Florence grinned as she slowly sat up, wincing at the ache in her sinuses. "I'll be back before you know it, darling." She gingerly got to her feet and shuffled towards the kitchen, her oversized sweater sleeves falling over her hands. 

You heard the soft clinking of utensils and the refrigerator door opening. A brief silence was followed by the muffled sound of Flo sneezing loudly. It was a sound that made you chuckle softly despite the situation. 

"Bless you darling!" You called out from the living room, your voice filled with affectionate amusement before you reached forward to grab the remote, casually beginning to scroll through the channels as you looked for something to watch. 

Florence's voice carried back to you, slightly nasally, "Thanks.” She smiled, coming back into view holding two bowls, each having numerous scoops of icecream. She’d given you strawberry whist she’d gone for vanilla. 

You both began to eat in contented silence, occasionally sharing soft smiles and stolen glances. The ice cream was a temporary relief against the aching of your throats, and you savoured every spoonful. 

After a while, Florence set her empty bowl aside and turned her attention to you. "Feeling a bit better now?" she asked, her voice still slightly congested but she did sound a little cheerier now. 

You nodded, feeling the warmth of her enveloping you. "Yeah, you and icecream seem to make everything better." You replied, reaching out to gently caress her cheek. 

She leaned into your touch; her eyes filled with affection. "You're such a sweetheart," she murmured, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. 

Time seemed to slip away as you continued to watch TV, as you cuddled into your girlfriends side you were powerless to stop your eyes from growing heavy and tired. You let out a soft yawn, and Flo sat up a little, looking down at your curiously. 

"Getting tired, love?" she asked, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm. 

You nodded, unable to stifle another yawn, “A Little.” 

“Okay, stand up for a sec’.” She instructed, which you did so, watching as she handed you her blanket and led down fully on the sofa, patting her chest as you titled your head, “C’mere, lay down on me.” 

It was impossible to hide how your lips perked up into a small smile as you laid down on her chest, wrapping the blanket over yourself, in turn covering her too, tucking it in at the sides. “Thank you.” You murmured softly moving to rest your head on her chest "I’m glad we're in this together." 

She nodded, her hand coming to rest on your back as you cuddled into her, closing your eyes,"That’s true, I mean, misery loves company, right?" 

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[aduckinpain]

Stop, but not forever

Tags: Character study style writing, heavily implied Lestappen, Symbolism. Hurt/comfort, Happy Ending, Austin was a fever dream but Mexico made it better

Word Count: 1.3k

This is also on AO3 by roianamustang (me).

Poison: Any substance that can cause severe organ damage or death if ingested, breathed in, injected into the body or absorbed through the skin. Many substances that normally cause no problems, including water and most vitamins, can be poisonous if taken in excessive quantity.

Symptoms may include changes in consciousness, body temperature, heart rate, breathing, such as shortness of breath, and many others, depending on the organs affected. 

Poison, is something physical that crawls deep into your body, and the only way to heal from it is to let your body flush it out—if it isn’t harmful enough already, or use an antidote.

Poison, is the substance thrown around in old fairy tales and folklore, with witches, curses and unhappy wives.

Poison, is a moment of weakness. It's an act of desperation, a cry for help.

Poison, is harmful.

Poison hurts.

Stop.

At a moment, however, it will come to a full stop. Whether that be the substance circulating through your bloodstream or your heart.

If it’d stop his mind from running, Charles Leclerc would have dunked his head in it. Closed his eyes and inhaled.

But poison, can’t hurt poison.

Location: Circuit of Americas, Austin, Hilton Austin, Room 017

Date and time: 22.10.2023, 11:23 PM

If the race was Charles’ thoughts, he'd be on his way breaking world records. 

Austin was a breath of hope, of unexpected outcomes, dare he say even happiness, for but a moment. At least until Saturday that is.

In the land of the free Charles remembers. He'd always been fascinated by hurricanes. Strong gusts of wind, rotating, never ending. Chaotic, destructive yes, but at the end of the day, thoughtless. 

When he was 12, receiving the knowledge of his fathers diagnosis was something he could not comprehend. Theoretically, he understood. But he was innocent, young, driven and his dad was smiling every day. By now he recognizes denial when he sees it, ironically enough, but he would never be able to detest his young self for the way he dealt with it.

He stumbled upon the phenomenon of the hurricane in school, but he discovered the existence of its eye at his own hands late under his covers, where the world stopped rotating. It was still, it waited.

Sometimes, Charles feels like he is a small eye, being surrounded by fury. A small eye twitching, turning, searching for knowledge, but life, life was the whirlwind around him. Inescapable, unavoidable, transient. When he got small glimpses of the other eyes and their hurricanes, he'd see how different theirs were. Some eyes’ hurricane ended, but started again as a gentle wind. Some eyes’ hurricane slowed down. Some eyes’ hurricane transformed into a shape. This hurricane didn't rotate, it touched the eye. That eye hurt. Some eyes’ were the hurricane. Some eyes’, like the one with the shaped hurricane, became the hurricane. 

Water has surrounded him his whole life. Monaco itself, with its gorgeous views and extraordinary lavishness, is caressed by the sea every day. 

He's surrounded by water yet he cannot have it. It's salty, unattainable, so far away from helping him, healing him, letting him live.  It's right under his eyes and around his cheeks, under his chin, drip dripping, but it's just not right.

Charles was thirsty as a child when pushing his hurricane into a puddle of water.

Charles is parched as an adult when feeling the water escape his windows.

Charles has this feeling, that he'll never really be quenched.

And the water he has had contact with for the past years, is just not right. It’s never blue enough.

Grief was sadness. It was tears shed and unshed, bleeding hearts, unheard screams, untouchable breaths. 

Grief was anger. It was rage, it was blinding, it was fury.

Grief shapes you, changes you even.

But the thing with grief, is that you can shape it back.

So Charles learned from previous open wounds. His grief became a weapon. A double sided sword.

When he lost his godfather, Charles raced. 

When he lost his father, Charles won and Charles lied.

When he lost his friend, Charles became Destiny.

Il predestinato was born and it felt like a phoenix.

It died, it crumbled and it fell, but it returned, temporarily, as the hurricane. In an unending cycle, that phoenix is not leaving anymore. Its ashes will whirl around his cheeks and hide under his skin, under his eyes asleep, awaiting. 

It feels like a curse on bad days, a blessing on others.

Red.

If you ask people about a remarkable color, red would show up in most of their answers. Its meaning infinite. Its solitude finite.

Red is potent, sexy, hot, scary, bright, passionate, too much, not enough. Red is there. Red is everywhere. Red is history. Charles, in quiet nights and loud thoughts, decides that he hates history.

History is in him, pumping through his heart. History is wrapped around him. History protects him in case of red, hot, burning, fire. History made people hope, dare. 

History was his expectation, from others. 

History is his future.

He touched history’s hand on his deathbed, he lied to history.

He stole history too early, so he points at it any time it's made. Up in the sky. Next to his heart.

He tried to make history proud, but history can’t answer.

Saying all of this he can't deny that he himself, Charles Leclerc, is the poison, the eye, the phoenix, the thirst, the sword, the history. It trails after him, caught in his shadow, climbing, crawling towards the light. 

But the poison has an antidote.

That eye attracts life, it gets scraped, but never hurt.

The phoenix rises.

The water is filtered, it's close.

The sword dulls on the side that isn't used.

The history is the past, present and the yet to be discovered.

And hope.

Hope stands tall, leans over, checks, and it sees. It doesn't leave, it just hides. He catches glimpses of it outside of his hurricane. Hopes for hope to slip in. But that's not enough.

And Charles Leclerc may have learned new lessons and lived more years, but he'd be damned if he doesn't catch what he wants. He will stretch, he will climb, he will throw. He is Success and Success is him. 

He will take it, he will earn it, he will hold it up in the air and he will swing it at his hurricane with water. His hurricane which never leaves, always follows. His hurricane who balances history with respect.

Respect is blue.

And Charles is a World Champion.

CHARLES LECLERC SEALS THE 2025 WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP BY A LANDSLIDE

Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc seals his Maiden Championship, Max Verstappen in second place, Lando Norris, with a promising future, occupies the third place.

December 8, Abu Dhabi

“This is for Jules, this is for Papa. But most importantly, this is for me.” says the young 27 year old.

Becoming the first driver since 2007 to win Ferrari a Championship, Charles Leclerc took this year by a storm. His teammate, Carlos Sainz was on the podium in Abu Dhabi, alongside him. 

The young man has shown promising career results since his phenomenal win in F2 and impressive debut year with Sauber in 2018. 

Leclerc joined Ferrari in 2019, alongside 4 time World Champion, Sebastian Vettel. The next few years were a whirlwind of emotions with the highest highs and the lowest lows. He has dedicated all of them to his godfather Jules Bianchi (17), who helped shape him into the man he is today, and unfortunately passed away after a crash in his career, and his father Hervé Leclerc, who passed away when Leclerc was only 19. 

Watch Charles Leclerc's first race as a world champion in the Abu Dhabi GP on Sunday live on Sky Sports F1.

-End-

Notes:

Some explanations cause I love analyzing:

The poison is Charles' mind.

He is the eye of the hurricane. The hurricane mostly represents life.

There is a mention of a hurricane that takes shape and hurts its eye. That is Max's father, who had full control of his life and decisions. Max growing up and succeeding allowed him to become a hurricane himself, with his amazing rise to success and emotional growth. However he is and will always be inexplicably attracted to Charles. The hurricane rotates around its eye after all.

The water if its drinkable represents success (at the end, the champagne), in most of the cases before he manages to succeed however, it was salty, like the sea and like his tears. The windows of the soul of which the water escapes from, are his eyes.

Grief is pretty self explanatory but it became double edged the moment he was willing to sacrifice his career for the impossible, Ferrari.

Red is history and history is him immediately means Ferrari during its years, and the impact it had on people close to him. History takes the shape of his father on his deathbed, and the shape of Jules in the sky. His history holds him back, at first at least.

History is balanced by Respect. Respect is blue. He swings the water at his hurricane. These are all direct representatives of Max Verstappen and his impact on Charles' life.

Please note that no matter how much I am writing here, it is all artistic speculation of what Charles himself has decided to show the world. Do not forget that these drivers are real people.

I wrote this after feeling quite low so I do reflect some of my own thoughts here.

Thank you so much for the dividers to @cafekitsune and @saradika ! They are so pretty!

And the amazing picture editing to @nesaluvstherecoms ! I love you bitch.

Thank you so much for reading! It would mean a lot if I managed to get some comments or reposts!

If you like this, I have written more stories that can be found on my Formula 1 masterlist. Including: Lestappen and Landoscar with more to come. If it manages to spark your interest, please go support those as well!

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[hellfirexhoe]

Death of Me

Series Masterlist

Summary: A sequel to Days of the Week (but can be read as a standalone I guess!). Reader is trying to cope with the aftermath of Eddie’s death (but is he really dead though?) and her pregnancy.

Warnings: 18+ content, pregnancy, violence, injury detail, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut. Reader discretion advised.

Status: In Progress

Chapter 1 - Heartbeats

Chapter 2 - Polaroids & Sonograms

Chapter 3 - There’s A Girl

Chapter 4 - What Not To Expect When You’re Expecting

Chapter 5 - One Last Goodbye

Chapter 6 - Old Habits Die Hard

Chapter 7 - Curveball

Chapter 8 - Unexpected Visitor

Chapter 9 - Jealousy

Chapter 10 - Old Wives Tales

Chapter 11 - Awake

Chapter 12 - Flicker

Chapter 13 - The Creel House

Chapter 14 - Prime Real Estate

Chapter 15 - A Very Special Meeting of the Hellfire Club

Chapter 16 - untitled as yet

Further chapter details + names to be added.

#eddie munson #eddie fucking munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #eddie stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #munson-trashcan #death of me fic #eddie munson x bitchy reader

[imtrashraccoon]

Chapter 3 is posted!

Be aware that there are instances of sleep paralysis and implied intent to harm, although no one is actually physically injured. (This would probably be classified as battery or assault at the very least.)

Anyways, I drew some more art for some of the flora in this chapter! I recommend reading it first but if you just want to see pretty art, that's fine too.

Nodding Herb:

- This plant grows a large yellow blossom that spans 6 inches in diameter despite its white stem reaching a height of 10 inches. The plant becomes very top heavy from seeds until it "nods" and becomes weighed down, especially in the wind. Thus spreading its seeds and as a result, these plants tend to grow in large patches.

- The pale seeds are commonly ground up and added to foods because of their peppery flavour. They promote good digestion and eating a lot of them is said to help with gaining a deeper sleep. It is more of an old wives tale than anything but many insist it works.

- It isn't uncommon to see at least one in a pot in someone's house so that the cook can collect some seeds to add to a meal. Harvesting portions of the seeds encourages the plant to grow more and if it is done consistently, you can keep it in a constant cycle of producing for several months.

Trailing Ink Plant:

- This plant has thick brown stalks that reach about 12 inches in height and end in a head that grows pale white leaves that reach 4 inches in length.

- The sap is commonly used as ink and is toxic if ingested. You'll likely have stomach pain and nausea depending how much you ingest. The pale leaves are edible but have to be cooked to nullify the toxicity. When mature, it produces a pollen from the leaves that relies on the wind to spread.

Black Fern:

- This plant grows large fronds that are black and propagate through spores. It grows about 1 to 2 feet tall and some can get even larger in the right conditions.

- While it is primarily seen as an ornamental plant, the young shoots are considered quite a delicacy in the Spring and are commonly eaten with a few other greens to celebrate the return of warmer weather. They are slightly bitter but go well with game meat.

- It is commonly found in most temperate regions but is often placed in gardens as a nice accent piece to let other colours pop. Because it can get almost bushy, it is also used as a small border to separate different types of flowers from each other.

These are only half of the plants that have been featured in the story but I wanted to post the chapter rather than wait until I had drawn the others. They'll be coming soon, possibly when Chapter 4 is out, but I haven't decided just yet! I love designing these things so much!

#raccoons drabbles #the nightmare of apathy #undertale #dreamtale #lore #paperart #watercolour #raccoons random garbage

[onyxedskies]

Faerghus Mythology Week will be the week of March 12, 2023!!

The goal is to create myths/legends/old wives tales that circulate throughout Faerghus or a region of Faerghus. This can be told in any form - poems, art, novelization, a character telling the story to someone else, or any other ideas you can think of! It can be with established historical figures or your own characters.

Written rules and prompts below the cut!

RULES: Keep this SFW!!! This event is run by a minor. No dead dove-esque works The prompts do not have to be done in order The prompts can be messed around with; they are suggestions and ways to get you going. If you have ideas beyond them, go ahead and use them!

Word Prompts: Day 1: Food Day 2: War Day 3: Love Day 4: Tragedy Day 5: Fire/ice Day 6: Festivals Day 7: Chivalry/Free Day

Detailed Prompts: Day 1: Traditional Faerghan foods and how they bring people together Day 2: The War of the Eagle and Lion Day 3: Wedding traditions. For the bride(s)? Groom(s)? Wedding party? Guests? Day 4: Faerghan funeral/burial rituals Day 5: How are snow and fire treated within the culture? What creatures are associated with them? Are they celebrated? Feared?  Day 6: What roles do magic play within Faerghan festivals? What are the recurring festivals? What do festivals look like in differing parts of the country? Day 7: How do chivalry and loyalty permeate the culture? What legends are there that reinforce the ideas of it? How is it different between the upper and lower classes?

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[shieldofiron]

Don’t Walk On By

Rated T for Teen • Fluff • Also on AO3 Here

Eddie had a plan to meet his soulmate. It started in elementary school, when he was shy and nervous, and he’d been teased. Because his soulmark was on his foot, under his shoes, the teasing started early.

“You know what they say. A hidden mark means love in the dark,” His neighbor smirked when he showed the tiny misshapen flower.

“No,” Eddie frowned, “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Yes it does. It means they’ll never find you, or they’ll never love you back,” She teased.

“Nuh-uh,” He mumbled. But he’d gone running home to his dad that night.

“Oh-ho, it’s Eddie the Banished, protector of realms, fiercest warrior of the fourth grade!” His dad sat on the side of the truck he was working over in the chop shop.

Eddie sniffed, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, “Is it true my soulmate won’t find me.”

“Oh, Eds,” His dad had shaken his head, “No. It’s random. Just a mark. That’s an old wives tale.”

But that didn’t do a lot to soothe Eddie’s hurt feelings. One of his dad’s famous hugs was a lot better.

And then the bosses at the chop shop started to get nervous, a little squirrely and strange. And then Eddie’s dad was gone, whisked off for eight to ten for taking a job that paid under the table for guys who would happily throw him under the bus. Or stolen car, as the case might be.

And Eddie was shipped off to his Uncle Wayne in the middle of nowhere, and it felt like he was further away from his soulmate. It wasn’t uncommon for people to find their soulmate when they were young, especially in a small town. It felt like everyone was already paired up, even the pretty girl at the talent show had a boyfriend at 12 years old. A boyfriend who was a dick, started hounding Eddie day one for his weird old metal lunchbox and strange clothes.

“Is that what they wear in the city? Really?” Carver’s face has always been etched into a permanent scowl.

Eddie just mumbled something quietly, and tried to get on with his day. But Carver was and is a pest, always hounding him.

On the upside, people didn’t show off their marks quite as much as they did in the city, and what’s more it was cold. Sometimes Eddie wouldn’t even see his mark for months except in the shower.

And so he decided after one year, that if his soulmate wasn’t going to show up in that classic movie moment, where Eddie would roll up his sleeve and reveal his soulmark to his dewy eyed soulmate, and the music would swell... at the very least he would become unforgettable.

Presumably his soulmate was... well, his soulmate, and would eventually become interested in him. They were supposed to be together, bound by the universe. He wasn’t much for sports, wasn’t much for school either. But he had other ways to stand out. He grew his hair out, spoke up a little more, said the jokes he would normally say under his breath out loud, and then out louder. He played guitar loud. He even cried sometimes over his lost soulmate, who was probably halfway across the country, and he did it loud when he did.

He wasn’t sure if it was guaranteed to catch the eye of his soulmate, but it sure seemed to be working. His mark was hidden, but Eddie was not.

On the contrary, he caught everyone’s eye, some more than others.

“Freak,” Jason Carver, the bane of his existence, snarled as he slammed Eddie against a set of lockers.

“Takes one to know one, Carver,” He laughed.

“What did you say to me?”

Eddie laughed again, trying to keep things light. “I said, you’re an enormous freaky freak.”

Carver’s lashes fluttered over blue sky eyes, anger and disbelief flashing across his face, “Go fuck yourself, Munson.”

“Hey, I wasn’t even doing anything. Just standing here, minding my business,” Eddie’s voice rose, and heads turned. It was more habit now than anything else.

“Well maybe you should mind your business somewhere that isn’t right in front of my locker. Again.” Carver’s eye gets this crazy look sometimes. Like a blue sky before a tornado, cloudless and terrifying. His voice too, reverbs off the lockers, just as loud as Eddie, just as wild. He sometimes wonders why Carver needs all the eyes on him too.

It’s not like there’s much else for Eddie to do with his days. He’s pretty sure if his soulmate was here, they would have found him. He would have gone on at least one single date, or had a first kiss by now, before they decided the universe made a mistake.

So, he riles up Carver, because what else is there to do?

Eddie just holds up his hands, “Sorry, Carver. Where your locker is, that’s just not that memorable.”

This gets a shock of surprised laughter out of Harrington and Hargrove, who are leaning against the water fountain in the early stages of swapping spit. The matching, almost-a-skull shaped marks on their necks move with them, almost like they’re laughing too.

Carver’s cheeks go pink, and the freckles across the bridge of his nose stand out even more. Eddie would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t get a kick out of riling Carver up. He was just so prim and proper, with his sweet and quiet girlfriend and his ironed shirts and his neat little locker, not a thing out of place. Carver probably had a perfectly sharp square as his soulmark. Only his freckles dare step out of line.

“Just move,” Carver shoves him aside and Eddie laughs, and their audience dissipates, called away by class and their soulmates, and whatever else they need to do after the Carver and Munson show.

But it does put a little spring in Eddie’s step as he goes through his day, the flustered frustration on Jason’s face still imprinted behind his eyeballs.

On his free period, he goes out to smoke in the little knoll behind the football field. It’s spring, and finally, a warm day after so much cold. Without much thought he kicks off his sneakers, tucking his white socks back inside them and stretching his toes in the grass. Hawkins isn’t so bad like this, green grass under his toes and blue skies like angry eyes.

“Is someone smoking out there?”

Eddie sighs, flopping back in the grass. “Hey, Carver. Training for your future job as a mall security guard?”

Carver comes jogging out from the field, his Hawkins High shorts riding up high on this pale thighs. Eddie tries his best not to stare at his chest, all that skin on display. He doesn’t see a soulmark, but he does spy more freckles sprinkles across the top of his shoulders.

Jesus, but he is pretty.

Carver is jogging in place, but then he stops suddenly, the disapproving frown falling right off his face.

He’s staring at Eddie’s foot. The little misshapen flower.

Eddie wiggles his toes, making the petals dance, and lays his cigarette back between his lips, “What? You’re practically out here in your underwear, but my toes are too much for you?”

Carver just shakes his head mutely, his eyes rising to Eddie’s face.

“Well then, run along,” Eddie shrugs.

“It’s you,” Carver gasps.

“What?”

Carver leaps into motion, tugging his Nikes off his left foot and his sock with it. And there, right by his pinky toe. A misshapen flower, the imperfect petals a shape Eddie could trace in his sleep.

Eddie can’t help it. He laughs. He laughs and laughs.

“Wha-”

Eddie holds a hand over his stomach, choking on the air. He holds a hand out to stop Carver, because it’s just too funny.

“It’s not funny,” Carver’s voice quakes at the end. He’s got that crazy look in his eye. “I’m not a joke. I’m not... I’m your soulmate. I’m not a joke.”

Eddie shakes his head, and then he reaches out, not without hesitation.

The music swells. Eddie’s sure it does. The whole theatre holds it’s breath in anticipation.

Eddie reaches up and brushes his finger along that freckle-dusted nose, that’s been the object of countless musings and speculations.

“You’re not a joke. You noticed,” Eddie says, “You noticed me.”

It’s inelegant. Strange and weird, Carver shuffling on one bare foot. Eddie brushes his hand against his cheek.

There’s no one there, but Eddie doesn’t find his soulmate in the dark. Like the petals of a misshapen flower, they bloom in the bright afternoon sun, under a bright blue sky. And when they kiss for the first time, their toes brush, naked and exposed.

He noticed. He always noticed Eddie.

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