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Screen cap of a Our Flag Means Death fic summary, reads: Bus stop, Bus goes, He stays, Love grows Chapter 9: Ed and Stede (Hey Stranger) Summary: Ed and Stede's six days apart come to an end. This final stretch begins on a bus with a name.

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your fight is my fight

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“Uhh,” Ed says, wondering how long he can stall here without raising every last red flag on Stede’s radar. “So—listen, man, this really isn’t a good time. Could you just—I mean, would you mind coming back in, like, a week?” Stede looks more uncomfortable by the second. “Oh, I—Ed, I’m really sorry, but I’m afraid I can’t. Truly, I—listen, if my father weren’t breathing down my neck so much about this, I would, but—” Ed deflates, gut twisting anxiously. “Right.” “It’ll be so quick, I promise, just in and out.” “Uh… sure,” Ed says slowly, frowning and reaching up to rub at his nape. “It’s just—” “Wonderful! Oh, Ed, thank you, I really appreciate it—I know, god, checks like these are such a bloody nuisance, but I’ll be out of that lovely hair of yours before you know it.” Ed blinks with surprise at the odd, errant compliment. “Uh,” he says for about the third time in a row, and then he promptly gives up, because fuck, the guy’s standing there with this hopeful, expectant grin now and doesn’t seem interested in being shaken off. He sighs and scrubs a hand over his face, muttering a quiet yeah, c’mon in before pushing the door open to let Stede enter. Hell, maybe it’s not as bad as he— Yep, no, it’s exactly as bad as he remembered from five minutes ago. Worse, maybe. He remains sheepishly in the entryway as Stede slowly makes his way into the room, mouth slowly falling open in shock. Ed’s arms are wrapped around himself like a fucking pretzel as he stands there and prays for a timely asteroid, rubbing anxiously at his neck and watching Stede evaluate his shame.

Right. Fuck. Ed’s gotta do something here. Like, this place isn’t perfect, but it’s his, and he likes it, and he’s suddenly staring straight down the barrel of his future, and it’s full of some very hefty fucking fees and maybe a swift eviction from his home. “Look—hey, look, listen,” he says quickly, stepping forward to draw Stede’s gaze back to him. “I know it looks bad in here, all right? But it—it looks worse than it is, honest, I’m gonna get it all fixed up, and—” “Is—is everything okay?” Stede asks, sounding so gravely concerned that it actually makes Ed feel a little guilty. “I mean, what happened in here?” “Oh! It’s, uh—yeah, no, it’s all good, promise,” Ed assures him, looking around at their decidedly-not-good surroundings. He rapidly flips through any possible excuse he can give for all this that won’t get him fucking kicked out of the apartment. “It’s, um—y’know what all this is, is just—” A crash sounds from the guest room. Ed whips around just in time to watch the door swinging open and Krakatoa fleeing the scene of the crime at top fucking speed, practically a blur leaving a cartoon dust outline in her wake. Not enough of a blur for the fucking property manager not to see that there’s a cat in the apartment, though. Ed slowly turns back to Stede, who’s pressing his lips together in something like understanding. And a bit of amusement. He clears his throat and tucks his clipboard patiently against his front, hands clasped around it. “You were saying?”

Ed’s either gonna have a full-on nervous breakdown or vomit all over the floor. He lets out a slow breath. “Like I said, I… know it looks bad.” Stede doesn’t say a word, simply lifts his brows and casts another look about the apartment, and Ed blurts out the words before he can think twice. “Look, d’you wanna—you wanna stay for lunch or something? Or—or come over for dinner? Just—mate, please, just give me a chance to explain myself before you go and, I dunno, tell your dad to throw me out on the fuckin’ street or something.” Stede lets out a startled little huff, but surveys Ed carefully. He looks a little wrongfooted himself, like he hadn’t expected to encounter any serious issues today and isn’t particularly thrilled at the prospect of doling out any consequences about it. At least, Ed can only fucking hope. “I… need to finish inspections,” is all Stede says at first. Ed blinks. “So I can’t, um—stay.” “Oh. Right.” Fuck, fuck, Ed is ten different kinds of fucked here, he’s— “But I could—dinner? I could, uh—come back this evening. For dinner.” Ed blinks again while his brain takes a full few seconds to catch up. “Oh! Oh, uh—yeah?” Stede nods, suddenly looking a little lost for words. Ed breaks into a big, hopeful smile.

happy wip wednesday!!! meet the boys from my new fic: ed, a long-time tenant who just adopted a hell-raising cat he is NOT supposed to have, and stede, newly-divorced with no other option but to take on the property manager role in one of his father’s buildings. stede thinks he’s straight btw ✌️

You absolutely killed that line 🫡

Fax from Stede: How are you enjoying the book? :-)

Fax from Ed: Shh, I’m reading

Fax from Stede: Ah! I’m sorry, my bad :-)

Fax from Ed: I forgive you

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I love how this turned out!! My sona Sage!! Creds to Izzypaw !!

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When ur parents surprise you with Hozier tickets to see him in Arizona…

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CHAPPELL FINALLY GIVING US GIVER???? AHHH

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