Random OneShots

Cursed tattoo pt.2

By: ceruleanandconvalescence on Ao3

Reddie

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"Babylove, as much as I want it to be him, it's incredibly unlikely."

"I'm telling you, there's something about him. And! And! His art. It's so familiar. It looks so much like our soulmate's."

Stan squeezes his eyes shut, "Eddie. I know how badly you want our soulmate to be alive and for us to find them. Believe me, I know. But the likelihood here is less than .009. It's infinitesimal."

He crosses his arms, glaring, "So? Just because it's small doesn't mean it's impossible, I mean, look at his hand in this picture," he shoves his phone in Stan's face.

"Baby, that's a smudge at best."

"Ugh stupid zoom...Okay look now."

Stan rolls his eyes and looks staring intently, "I don't know what you expect me-" he sees the drawing and stops. It's...it's our tattoo. The birds. Our birds," he leans back in shock, opening and closing his mouth.

Eddie is extremely smug, "I knew it, he's our soulmate."

Stan sighed, "Okay maybe he is, but then why did he stop writing? Maybe he decided he didn't want us."

"Fuck, I didn't- god okay, so should we tell him?"

"Let's get to know him better first. Find out why he stopped drawing for us."

Eddie nervously spoke, "What if it was like when-"

Stan shook his head, "If it was anything like the situation with Sonia," he says her name like it's a curse, "He would've written at night or as soon as he could've. No, no, there's another reason."

"Okay...let's just think about it tomorrow, it's late. I love you," Eddie whispers.

"I love you too baby," Stan whispers back.

The two go to bed and fall into a dreamless sleep, determined to wake up tomorrow and find out more about their soulmate.

Richie wakes up alone. Okay well, he always wakes up alone, but it's his birthday so it hurts just a bit more than usual. He gets out of bed, makes coffee, and checks his phone. He doesn't know what to expect other than hoping this year he finds his soulmates. It's an unlikely wish and depressing all at once. Mike, Bev, Bill, and Ben have texted him various birthday wishes.

He sees a private message from Mike that someone called to book with him, and he's...confused.

One, he has today off to wallow. Two, no one ever calls to book. Usually, they email or decide immediately he's not worth it.

He decides to call Mike and have him explain.

"Mi-cycle! Can you explain why the fuck people are calling for me on my day off?"

He sighs, "Rich, I keep telling you, you're good. I swear. Besides, this tattoo is easy. Angel numbers and a cardinal with flowers. A little below your paygrade if you ask me. But, it'd be nice to get out of the house and make some money instead of spending time with Ben & Jerry."

"Hey, leave my lovers out of this."

"Rich, c'mon, I promise it'll be good for you."

Richie breathes out, "I hate when you're right you fucker. Okay I'll be in in, like, an hour."

"Cool, I'll call them back and schedule them for 3 today. Love you Rich, happy birthday."

Richie smiles, "Love you too man."