steddie swapping soulmate au part 5
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when he wakes once more, Eddie is back in his body.
he knows because he is not hurting. and thats something.
he shift in his bed, enjoying the lack of aches and thinking over the previous day.
now that his mind is not as hazy, he tries to put the informations he learned in order. he wants to keep everything in, and make sure he understands his soulmate.
for a second he lets himself dream of waking up in his soulmates bed once more. but with his soulmate. with this person, his person, by his side. and it's stupid because they are fifteen, and Eddie is sixteen and they probably won't meet until much later when they both, hopefully, would have moved out.
he frowns. he didn't learn much though.
they can't see well, and they have a big bed in a big room in what is probably a big house.
and that's it.
I mean, they're also sick but that's only temporary, he adds, unless it's not? maybe they have, like, some disease?
he panicks for a second, not sure to be able to just leave their soulmate alone at home while suffering, everyday at every hour, without even company
he breath a little, reminding himself that both of them will be fine and that there is pretty much nothing he can do at the moment.
but it's okay. it's alright because he knows he has a soulmate know and he can carefully plan their wedding while acting cool and collected on the outside.
all thoughts are cut off when Wayne barges into his room, in very un-Wayne fashion.
"Patricia?" Eddie asks, trying to come back to earth from his little daydream
"What? No, son, why didn't you tell me you swapped? I just read over Patricia's note!"
"Patricia met my soulmate?" he jumped out of bed and almost fell over the pile of book that was not there the previous day. or the day before that perhaps.
"Yeah, and barely said nothing about them! she wrote, and I quote, 'it seems to me that Eddie has a very nice soulmate and I hope I'll can spend the day with them sometime again soon'" Wayne said before looking up from the paper he held in one hand.
Eddie on the other hand was walking to his own desk where he looked for a couple of books, which were now in the pile by his bed, before coming back and checking more titles. he could swear the last one was at the bottom of his laundry basket last time he checked. which had been a while, admittedly.
"I think Patricia and my soulmate cleaned my room..." he told Wayne with big eyes, full of both wonder, and terror.
seeing how clean and peaceful his other half's room had been, he couldn't muster the will to wonder about what his soulmate thought of him and the mess - organised mess!- of his bedroom.
with something akin to pity and understanding behind his eyes, Wayne nodded once, "that's tough kid, but at least they made cookies?" he said with a shrug before leaving the room
it's only once Eddie got back in his room, done with mopping about being shamed in his own space, and his belly filled with the delicious cookies Patricia had baked, that he saw the small note on his bedside table.
he was thinking over the fact that his soulmate had cooked him something, relishing in the addition of the sweet taste of cinnamon in the usual recipe, before he made a go for the furniture and took with careful hands, almost worshipping, the tiny piece of paper.
sorry you had to go through my flu, I didn't touch under your bed (that's personal), I enjoyed spending the day with your aunt(?), until next time ;)
Eddie lets a squeal escape his lips before falling, swooning really, on his bed, clutching the thin layer of matter witholding so many of his emotions.
he couldn't wait to meet them, he only whishes he had a name to put on them
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Really says something about the dire state of offerings for men interested in sewing their own clothes that even searching things like "interesting men's clothing patterns" brings up articles with links to four or five whole websites that primarily offer admittedly nice but practically identical patterns for making button-ups and work pants and maybe a varsity/bomber jacket if you're lucky.
(Branching out into historical costuming for everyday wear is like your one shot at variation, and even then, the ratio of men's to women's patterns on every website is frustrating to say the least.)
Patternmakers as a trans man I am begging you. Give me a little more to work with here.
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