Merry Christmas! I come bearing a gift... or well, a part of an upcoming gift haha.
I've been working on developing a snz-centric dating sim! And I'm very excited with how things are finally coming together.
With it being the holidays, and me having some time off work, I've finally been able to take all the art, writing, and voice acting I've been working on to create a functioning draft of the first scene of the game!
A demo of my upcoming snz dating sim "The Sneezy Librarian"
It's very short at the moment, but there's a lot more to come!
That said, I'd love feedback! (And even some suggestions, although keep in mind the amound of work that goes into writing, drawing assets, voice acting, and coding, and adjust expectations accordingly lol... this is my very strange hobby after all!)
*NOTE: I know mobile support was a big issue on my last game (it's unfortunately an issue I can't really fix atm). This game WILL have mobile support. It technically will run on a mobile device now, but the text is really hard to read because it isn't loading my custom ui elements for some reason. I'm going to figure out a solution of some sorts before the full release of the game :)
Please feel free to message me or send in asks with any feedback, bugs, suggestions, etc. I hope everyone enjoys <3
Any chance of adding a dialogue button to the game? I can't get past the dialogue cus I'm on mobile 😭
Oh no! I didn't realize it would even run on mobile!
The game was originally made on scratch, which is very very limited. I eventually want to create an overhauled version of it that runs on mobile, but at the moment, adding mobile support to the game would be a lot of work in a very ineffient software, and might not even work anyways :(
are you planning on including other genders in your game in the future?
I'm developing something else right now, but! As I gain more experience with game development outside of scratch, I've realized I want to do a total overhaul of that game at some point. Definitely with more genders, and more balanced mechanics (everyone starts somewhere haha)
You mentioned the game was on scratch at first? Is it still there?
It isn't! I made it using scratch because I had no experience coding, but I wasn't comfortable actually uploading it on a website that seemed so geared towards kids tbh
is there a way to actually win the snz game/what happens if you do?
asking bc i love the game SO much but i suck at actually beating video games and im sooo curious 😭
Omg! There def is a way to beat it haha-sorry that it took me so long to respond to this I don't look at tumblr very often.
Basically, it's just a little cutscene where the girl sneezes 3 times (because the coast is clear lol) and then thanks you for helping her.
It's funny, several people have mentioned the game being very hard to beat. I think I have a warped perspective because I know the variables that go into it.
Making wavs is so odd for me rn, because I don’t care what gender ppl perceive me as at all, and I don’t mind acting out female roles or anything. But I am a few months away from the one year mark of starting testosterone and I think you can really hear how much deeper my voice and sneeze is getting.
Which is very affirming for me lol, but also probably going to become increasingly confusing for the straight men who listen to my wavs… I’m like—should I say smthin or 😭😭 idk, there’s no handbook for this stuff
Here she is! One of the craziest projects I've ever undertaken... and I can't wait to make more!
Disclaimer: This is my first-ever attempt to develop a game... I've literally never done coding or anything before, and this was created in Scratch... that means this is FAR from perfect. There are glitches and issues that I am aware of, but it's at a point where I'm happy releasing it. None of the issues should be game-breaking, but please let me know if you run into any serious problems! Minor glitches though... yeah
ANYWAYS! The game itself is pretty simple. You're hiding in a closet but you have to sneeze. You can choose to stifle, muffle, or holdback your sneezes, but you have to watch the clock and avoid letting your nose get too tickly while keeping quiet enough to stay hidden. There's a brief tutorial option in the game that explains the mechanics in more detail!
This game features nearly 100 sneeze-related sound effects, hand-drawn animations, and a lot of time/effort, so I really hope you enjoy!
PS... I had some super expensive vet bills for my beloved kitty last week, so I'm opening up a ko-fi. Don't feel ANY pressure to donate, but if you want to thank me for my time or commission a custom video check me out: https://ko-fi.com/disastersnz
Here she is! One of the craziest projects I've ever undertaken... and I can't wait to make more!
Disclaimer: This is my first-ever attempt to develop a game... I've literally never done coding or anything before, and this was created in Scratch... that means this is FAR from perfect. There are glitches and issues that I am aware of, but it's at a point where I'm happy releasing it. None of the issues should be game-breaking, but please let me know if you run into any serious problems! Minor glitches though... yeah
ANYWAYS! The game itself is pretty simple. You're hiding in a closet but you have to sneeze. You can choose to stifle, muffle, or holdback your sneezes, but you have to watch the clock and avoid letting your nose get too tickly while keeping quiet enough to stay hidden. There's a brief tutorial option in the game that explains the mechanics in more detail!
This game features nearly 100 sneeze-related sound effects, hand-drawn animations, and a lot of time/effort, so I really hope you enjoy!
PS... I had some super expensive vet bills for my beloved kitty last week, so I'm opening up a ko-fi. Don't feel ANY pressure to donate, but if you want to thank me for my time or commission a custom video check me out: https://ko-fi.com/disastersnz
Hello everybody!! I know I haven't been very active in the community or on this blog in a while... I did kind of start a YouTube channel but didn't really promote it here (if anyone's curious, this is me).
ANYWAYS! Over the last few weeks, I've been dicking around trying to create a snz game, because I just feel like we don't have any and that's so lame.
So consider this a preview of my game--I've worked pretty hard on it and it's almost finished (nothing crazy. I'm making it in scratch because I do not know how to code at all lmao, but honestly, I enjoyed this experience, so I will be looking into more serious engines).
The game itself has several animations I created and a library of sounds (which I recorded because I wouldn't want to use someone else's voice obviously).
The main objetive of the game is to avoid getting caught before time runs out. You have to balance several variables, such as the need to sneeze, the tickliness of your nose, and how loud each action is. There are also some randomized events (which I'm still working on. My overambitious nature is the reason this isn't already finished haha).
Anyways! I just wanted to share what I've been working on and see if anyone had any thoughts :) Hope ya'll will actually want to play it because I've invested too many hours into this project ngl.
(Reposting the fic by itself because ik sometimes I don't read reblogs)
Please enjoy 821 words of Izzy Hands trying not to sneeze and wake up his captains who toootally only see him as a sex buddy🙄 and then enjoying the attention he receives when they wake up to help him out🤭 This was like so fucking self indulgent to write and I'm typing this out at 2:08 am because I've been writing for over 3 hours now and can't fucking stop cause TMI I could die happy if I was ever in Izzy's position.
Sneak Peek; "...This time, not even Izzy could deceive himself into thinking the tear that slid down his cheek was solely due to an itch. His face burned as he had to concede that he had just sneezed into Stede Bonnet's hand."
TW: sneezing/mentions of mess/mentions of negative thoughts regarding relationships/a touch of subspace? (doesn't have to be interpreted like that tho)/cursing
this is the prompt by allergyenthusiast; "
picturing a cozy cuddly couple where the little spoon's all snuggled up in a ton of blankets and their partner's arms, slowly waking up to the sounds of their partner's even breathing and an incessant, blossoming tickle in their nose. their arms are caught up in blankets and the big spoon still has their arm wrapped around them so all they can do is helplessly wriggle their nose and try to hold back quietly so they don't wake up their partner. just when they think they can't hold back anymore - they've been wispily hitching more and more, chest delicately but feverently heaving because the tickle is relentless and begging for release - the big spoon's hand lazily comes up to the little spoon's nose to gently rub at it soothingly, tiredly mumbling things like "i've got you" or "someone woke up feeling sneezy"or their hand comes up to cup their sneezy partner's nose with a mumbled little "bless you," too comfy and cozy to let them up for tissues
Izzy lay wide awake in the dimly lit cabin, his breath steady, as he strained his eyes to fathom the cause of his sudden wakefulness. Had there been a breach in their security? Perhaps one of Bonnet's crew had fallen asleep on watch. He cautiously shifted to get out of bed, but a low grumble from behind him and a heavy arm thrown over his waist stopped his movements, pulling him into the warmth of the body behind. He froze, recognizing the scent of lavender and the comforting softness of a belly pressed against his back – it was Bonnet who lay behind him.
Over the past week, the three of them, Ed, Bonnet, and Izzy, had been fucking. It had all started after a near-disastrous raid, which seemed to have shaken something loose in Edward, which Izzy assumed prompted him to live life to the fullest or have a threesome with his first mate or some shit like that. Izzy didn't fully comprehend their complex arrangement, and he didn't want to ask, afraid that any inquiry might disrupt their delicate balance. He felt like an outsider they could easily discard, only needing a reminder of who they had invited into their bed.
This night marked the first time he'd fallen asleep immediately after they had done some admittedly exhausting positions that he knew he would regret in the morning. He suppressed the warmth that bloomed in his chest when he realized they'd cleaned him up, dressed him in a nightgown, and tucked him into bed with them. Could this be more than just a sex thing? He tried to dismiss the thought but drifted back to sleep with a small smile on his face.
When Izzy stirred again, he didn't bother to open his eyes. He was entangled in blankets, and Ste-Bonnet's arm still held him close. The warmth surrounding him made it difficult to be on immediate defense. He furrowed his eyebrows as an itch began to tickle the tip of his nose, initially subtle but growing insistent. He felt ridiculous at the surge of frustration that washed over him at the uncomfortable sensation.
With an experimental sniff, his eyes snapped open as the tickle escalated into a maddening itch. He scrunched his nose frantically, trying to subdue the burning irritation. He couldn't afford to wake Ed and Bonnet. This was his first time staying the night, and he couldn't disrupt their peace! His eyes welled up, and he was grateful he could attribute it to the nagging itch rather than panic over disturbing his captains. Because, oh, was his nose burning. He clamped his lips tightly to stifle his erratic breaths, but that forced him to breathe through his nose, intensifying the frenzy.
Struggling as gingerly as he could to free himself from the blankets, he accidentally bumped his knee into what felt like a stomach, causing him to freeze in horror. While he slept, Stede must have turned him around, trapping him with his back against the blonde, facing Edward. Squinting through teary eyes in the dim moonlight that sneaked through the curtain, Izzy could make out Ed's slumbering face, his silver hair glistening faintly. His chest heaved with desperate, irregular breaths as he fought to suppress what would undoubtedly be more than one sneeze, given the size of the itch.
"Hhh!...Heh…Hhngg." Izzy clenched his teeth, his breath wavering, chest heaving erratically, nostrils flaring, and lips pursed as he struggled to create enough pressure against the itching tip of his nose to quell the torment.
A low hum reverberated against Izzy's back, and he froze as Stede shifted, drawing him closer with a sleepy sigh. The battle between the desperation not to be discovered and the persistent itch in his nose raged on. For a blissful 30 seconds, silence prevailed, and Izzy offered silent thanks to whatever divine or mystical force Buttons had weirdly proclaimed was "keeping an eye on yer." Then, like a sudden sharp stab, an itch shot up his sinuses, and he couldn't hold back a desperate gasp. "Hh-?!!"
"Y'mm 'll'right?" came a groggy murmur from above his head. Damn, Bonnet had no business sounding so sultry with his raspy morning voice. Izzy allowed himself a fleeting thought about how he'd replay that in his mind later when they inevitably grew tired of him, leaving him only with his hand for company.
But a more immediate concern pressed on him, and he felt his cheeks flushing as he tried to respond, only managing to make things worse. "Gohahhh go to beHh-!? Nghhh..." He trailed off into a pitiful whimper as his lips involuntarily twisted into a snarl in a futile battle against the relentless itch. He could feel the bed shift as Bonnet raised himself up onto his elbow to peer down at the first mate. Izzy screwed his eyes shut to avoid what he knew was probably some unwarranted worried expression that had no business being directed towards men like him.
Just as he considered extracting himself now that Bonnet was awake, a warm hand gently rested on his twitching nostrils, causing him to instinctively jerk his head back, bumping into Bonnet's solid chest. "WhaHh-hii?!" "Shhhh," Stede whispered, "I've got you" his words slightly slurred by a yawn that cut them off at the end. However, his intent was unmistakable, and the captain's hand resumed its gentle caress of Izzy's arched nose. There were certainly things the first mate could do; he could probably elbow Stede in the solar plexus, roll over him, and make a break for it. But he couldn't find it in himself to entertain the thought for long. The relief Stede's hand brought to his distressed nose was nearly orgasmic.
But of course good things didn't last for Israel Hands, with no chance to give Bonnet a warning, his head dipped forward, and three stifled sneezes erupted, "Uh-Hnkt!! Hiihh-Hnxxxcht! Ichkkknt!" This time, not even Izzy could deceive himself into thinking the tear that slid down his cheek was solely due to an itch. His face burned as he had to concede that he had just sneezed into Stede Bonnet's hand. There was no fucking way they'd ever let him spend the night again, he'd be lucky if they didn't drop his sorry ass off at the next port for this shit. "Fuck" he choked out "Fuck sorry I-ahHii-" because, obviously, he wasn't finished; his nose had to continue tormenting him. No rest for the wicked and all that.
As his chest heaved frantically, he could scarcely register Bonnet pulling him tightly against him and uttering a soothing,"It's all right, love. I've got you, I don't mind," as he gently pinched the moisture off the quivering tip of Izzy's nose. The touch was overwhelming, pushing him over the edge once more. "Hhh…Heh… Hmpffshh!! Hmpffshh! ‘Hep- KMMhh -eh!" This time, Stede had pressed a knuckle against his buzzing septum, resulting in embarrassingly muffled and airy sneezes.
"God bless you!" Stede exclaimed without any pretense of being quiet as the third man in the bed stirred. Izzy blinked his watering eyes open and met Edwards sleepy gaze with a breathy gasp. The long haired man's face was relaxed and his eyes were half lidded but sharp and clear. The shorter man swallowed at the intensity of the gaze and found himself pushing back into the comfort of Stede's warmth. Izzy barely had a moment to react before he pitched forward again, ducking his chin against his chest with a pronounced "Ichkkknt!" This time, it escaped him a bit more without Stede's assistance, and he blushed at the droplets of moisture glistening on the pristine sheet.
"Someone woke up feeling sneezy" Edward remarked, his tone laced with amusement and Izzy squirmed at the burst of pleasure that accompanied the overwhelming sense of humiliation. "Sorry boss" he rasped, fighting back the mucus that threatened to spill onto his upper lip with an angry snort. Finally granted a moment's respite from the tickle, he managed to work his hands free just in time to pinch his nostrils shut and clamp the other hand over his mouth. "Hih… Hhh… Hnink! Hnink !! Heh-??" Edward's calloused hands tugged his wrists, pulling Izzy's hands from his abused nose and Stede wrapped an arm firmly over his waist, preventing any attempt to squirm away.
"Edwa-hhnhh-" "Don't bother holding them back Iz. We're both already awake now" Edward's demand carried a hint of Blackbeard's authority, and Izzy couldn't help the pouty scowl that crept across his features. "I tried." he growled sniffing wetly. "He did dear" Stede purred sweetly into the junction of Izzy's shoulder, "You should've heard him, all stuttering whimpers and breathy gasps, desperate not to wake us." Izzy shuddered as Stede pressed an open mouthed kiss on his neck, "Nnggh" he tried to bite back the moan at the praise and at the heat in Edward's eyes.
"Oh yeah?" Ed inched forward, propping himself on an elbow and casting a shadow over Izzy, who had never felt smaller than now, sandwiched between his two captains, the tickle still fluttering in his nose.
"Not surprised, really. Iz always tries to do what's right for me, don't you?" Izzy could only nod dumbly and sniffle.
"Now, can you be good for both your captains and give us a sneeze that rids you of your tickle so we can..." "Sleep or...?" Stede pondered during the ensuing silence. Ed smirked, "Guess it depends on whether or not Iz can be good for us." He pulled Izzy's hands towards his chest and motioned with his chin toward the man's quivering nostrils. "Help him out, mate," he encouraged Stede.
Izzy was sure he was about to fucking combust into flames. The way the two men were looking down at him, the casual dismissal in the way they spoke as though he wasn't even there, the fucking praise!? Not to mention the humiliation and vulnerability that arouse from the itch in his nose? He didn't think he had ever been this turned on and his mind felt floaty in a way that usually came after sex.
But now, Stede was delicately tracing circles around Izzy's damp nostrils with a meticulously manicured nail, and Izzy couldn't help but turn his head away. "Tsk," Edward tightened his grip on Izzy's wrists. "Do I need to hold you still, Izzy?" he asked. "No sirrhhah" Izzy forced out between gasping breaths, turning his head back to face Edward and allowing Stede to continue his ministrations on his nose.
It wasn't long before the itch reached its peak, and Izzy let himself release with the first sneeze, "Hnxxxcht!" "Don't suppress them, dear," Stede's words were compassionate but held a stern undertone, and after a moment of internal struggle, Izzy yielded and snapped forward with a fit that sprayed the sheets, his arms and Edward's hands and chest, "hh–ih’pSCHHh…Hih…Ih’dYSCHh’iew!! Hihh… Hih-Ht'kpshh! Hhah’pTSH!! KhH-! HdDtssCCHh! Hhih- TSHEEW!!"
"Bless yew!" Stede exclaimed, emphasizing the "you" in the same manner Izzy had ended his final sneeze. Izzy slumped against Stede, his lower face glistening from the evidence of his powerful fit. He sniffled weakly, not appearing to make much of an effort or particularly caring about his surroundings.
"You okay, Iz?" Edward inquired, releasing the man's arms and using a blanket to wipe the remnants off the other man's face. "Hmmngh," Izzy hummed, closing his eyes and leaning into Ed's hand with a contented sigh.
"I think he may be a little fuzzy right now, dear," Stede observed, his affection evident in his expression and voice. "Yeahhh," Ed sighed, gazing at the small man nuzzling his face into his palm with a look bordering on awe.
"Let's get him to bed, hm?" Stede suggested, settling back down and subtly adjusting himself. Ed followed suit, crooning softly as Izzy grumbled while being repositioned to fit snugly between them.
The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, yet the atmosphere was so tranquil and laden with affection that they all soon drifted into a peaceful slumber. Who knew, maybe tomorrow the captains would gather the courage to confess their feelings to Izzy, and maybe Izzy would reciprocate. Maybe they could live happily ever after, occasionally taking advantage of their first mate's sensitive nose...
can i request some hurt/comfort in the beach au? maybe stede and ed get into a fight and it’s stressing one of them out to the point where they get sick and of course the other one comes to the rescue?
ahhhh, this prompt is so old, so i hope you're still around, anon. 🥺 and i hope you enjoy some stede sickfic angst + fluff and both him and ed needing reassuring cuddles 🩵
~ ~ ~
It starts on Wednesday.
Jack shows up at the end of Ed’s set at the Revenge, much to the delight of not only Ed but everyone else at the bar. The very loud, very raucous delight, actually, and before he even has a chance to agree, Stede gets pulled into an equally loud and raucous game of beer pong in one of the back rooms.
Beer pong.
Which, well, Stede knows he’s kind of a snob about this stuff, and he’ll get himself anything else to drink before he gets beer, but really. Ugh.
That’s not the worst of it, though. There’s so much drinking and shouting and everything that by nine o’clock, Stede can tell he’s completely overstimulated. He’s tired and irritable and everything feels like too much, and he’s not exactly sure how to tell Ed he just wants to go home. He likes being around people, but he’s had a long day and now he wants his books and blankets and to spend the rest of the evening with Ed.
Not that Ed would really notice if he did just leave, Stede realizes, after trying to tug Ed aside after the latest round of drinking and shouting ends.
“I didn’t even know you liked beer pong,” Stede blurts out. He feels a little betrayed, but … he hadn’t meant to make it so obvious.
“Everyone likes beer pong, c’mon, mate,” Ed says. He slings his arm around Stede’s shoulders, but even that feels like too much, and he sighs when Stede pulls away. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Stede says. It’s a lie, and Ed knows it’s a lie, and Stede closes his eyes against all the noise and the crowd in the bar. “I think I just need–”
“You too busy with your girlfriend to hang out with us tonight, Eddie?” Jack shouts and comes to pull Ed against his side. He roughhouses Ed a little and gives Stede a nod. “Come out dancing with us, Steve!”
Ed rolls his eyes and shakes his head, then leans away from Jack to rest his hand on Stede’s arm. His fingers brush against Stede’s sweater, the rosy pink one he’s borrowed so often, and something inside Stede’s heart just aches at the touch. He wants to go home and cuddle with Ed so badly. He wants to bury his face in Ed’s neck and close his eyes, just be somewhere warm and quiet with his boyfriend.
“He knows you’re not a girl,” Ed says, and at least he cringes as he does so. “That’s not cool, man,” he adds and turns to Jack.
Jack scoffs and somebody else calls for Ed, who turns at the sound of his name, and Stede thinks he might actually start crying if he has to stay one more minute.
“I think I’ll just have an early night,” Stede says. His heart hurts and his throat’s getting a little scratchy, two sure signs he should probably get some rest.
“Don’t go, Stede. Not yet.” Ed touches his arm again to try and get Stede to stay, but the look in his eyes is distracted. “Come dancing with us.”
“No, it’s all right. Text me when you get home, all right? Ed?”
Ed nods, then nods again, and leans in to kiss Stede quickly on the cheek. He’s gone before Stede can say good night.
Which is fine. Ed deserves to have time with his friends, even his obnoxious friends, and Stede doesn’t have to stupid things like tear up on the walk home and feel stupid for not fitting in with Ed’s old friends. He doesn't have to fit into every corner of Ed’s life and Ed can hang out with people who aren’t him.
He’ll have Ed to himself this weekend, anyway. That’s something to look forward to, at least. He has to work late on Thursday and Friday, but both he and Ed are off on Saturday and Sunday, and he starts late enough on Monday that he can walk Ed to the cafe. It’ll be perfect, especially after tonight and having to work two long days at the end of the week.
Stede tucks that thought into his heart as he makes himself a cup of tea and gets in bed to decompress. He has his weighted blanket to wrap up in, his ocean documentaries to listen to, and then a book to read until he’s sleepy. Just before drifting off, Stede sends Ed a few texts good night with his little fish emoji. He curls up happily to fall asleep when he gets a good night message and selfie from Ed.
~ ~ ~
“The whole weekend?” Stede asks. “The whole weekend?”
“Not technically,” Ed replies. “We’re leaving Friday afternoon–”
“That’s the whole weekend,” Stede says, tired and dejected. It’s Thursday afternoon now, he has a headache, and he won’t be done at the theater until after seven tonight. Ed’s going out again tonight with his friends, and now he’s telling Stede he'll be busy Friday and Saturday and Sunday, too.
“It’s just one weekend. And it’s not like we really had plans to do anything,” Ed says. He pauses to trace the edge of his cup with one finger. “We grew up together, me and Jack… For a while, it was just the two of us.”
Stede rubs both hands over his face. He knows what’s implied there: he and Ed didn’t grow up together, he and Ed spend every other weekend together, and maybe Stede’s too needy or too clingy or too much.
Wanting Ed to stay at his apartment this weekend probably doesn’t count as plans, either, Stede realizes. Especially when he’ll be exhausted from work and he feels like he’s coming down with something and who wants to spend the weekend watching stupid whale documentaries anyway.
Stede rubs at his face again and sighs.
“Edward…”
“You didn’t know me back then, Stede,” Ed says. His voice sounds a little more fragile now, and he avoids meeting Stede’s eyes. He stares down at his hands and fiddles with one of the silver rings on his fingers. “You don’t know what I was like.”
“I know what you’re like now,” Stede says. “And you’re not—”
Not like him.
Ed frowns even though Stede doesn’t finish the sentence out loud. Something works its way over Ed’s face and he reaches across the little table in the theater lobby to rest his hand over Stede’s for a few seconds.
“Yeah. Maybe.” He waits a few more seconds, then stands up. They’ve only been there for five, maybe ten minutes, and Ed hasn’t even touched the coffee Stede bought him. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“Oh. You’re–okay,” Stede says in a small voice and watches Ed leave. His throat aches with unshed tears and everything inside him feels wrong and empty. He’s not even sure what just happened, but his whole chest hurts.
~ ~ ~
He hears from Ed once all day, a couple texts inviting him to go out tonight to a bar or club or something. It doesn’t sound like Ed really knows what they’re doing, but the invitation does sound genuine, at least. So he can’t be too upset with Stede.
Part of Stede wants to say yes, just to have some time with Ed, but another part of him knows he’ll be miserable.
He tells Ed he thinks he’s coming down with something and that Ed should go out and have fun.
Ed doesn’t text back.
~ ~ ~
Ed doesn’t text him good night that evening. Not even when Stede sends his usual message with his favorite fish and heart emoji. Not even when Stede stares at his phone for a half hour afterwards or when he checks it every few minutes until well after midnight.
He checks Ed’s socials, too, though he knows it’ll just make him feel bad. Not that he finds much–just a couple pictures of a bar in a neighboring beach town and a comment about ‘old times.’
Stede knows he won’t be able to sleep, not with how his body aches with sadness, not without hearing from Ed. He’s so used to hearing from Ed right before they go to sleep if they’re not spending the night together. Little texts or quick phone calls or even a couple minutes on FaceTime.
All Stede wants is for Ed to return his goodnight. Surely, that can’t be asking for too much.
Which is stupid, but the past few months with Ed have been so good.
The tight, hot feeling of tears crowds Stede’s already achy throat and he curls himself up more tightly under his blankets. He doesn’t want to start crying over something that’s probably nothing.
He thought he’d found somebody. Somebody who saw him for who he was and loved him for all his weirdnesses and his passions and his softness. Who was soft and weird and passionate and genuine with him, too.
Not that he’s lost Ed, but everything feels strange and wrong and he already misses Ed. He misses hearing from Ed and knowing Ed’s thinking about him, even just a little bit.
Crying a little helps that tight feeling in his throat, but he’s left feeling scraped raw and vulnerable. That headache and scratchy feeling in his throat from the past couple days hasn’t faded, and now his eyes feel swollen and achy from crying. His sinuses ache a little, too, and when he grabs tissues to blow his nose, Stede feels them twinge ominously.
He dozes off a few times, wakes up each time feeling more achy and anxious, and finally falls asleep for a little while just before dawn.
~ ~ ~
Stede wakes up on Friday feeling awful.
Well and truly awful. Stuffy head and sinuses, sore throat, body aches, and an itchy, runny nose. He barely gets himself out of bed to make tea, and when he does, he starts shivering as soon as his bare feet reach the chilly kitchen floor.
He avoids his phone for as long as it takes him to mix honey and lemon into a cup of tea, then reluctantly picks it up when he gets back to his bed.
Stede nearly bursts into tears when he reaches for his phone and sees no messages from Ed. Not even a little text to let him know he got home safely or crashed at Jack’s. Not even the little kraken emoji he sometimes sends Stede when he’s thinking of him.
Maybe he has lost Ed. Maybe he really did do something wrong over the past couple days that made Ed want to leave him.
For some reason, that thought hurts Stede more than anything else.
Enough that Stede puts his phone aside again, drinks his tea, and drags himself through getting ready for and walking to work. Being awake and out of bed helps the congestion a little bit, but he’s still achy and tired and sniffly when he gets to the theater.
Enough so that Lucius actually frowns at him and reaches across the ticket counter to rest his hand against Stede’s forehead. Another frown, then Lucius touches his cheek, too.
“Well, you’ll be going home early today,” he comments. “You can go home now, if you like. Take your fevery germs with you.”
“I’ll be fine. There’s nothing to go home to,” Stede adds, then droops into a sigh.
The rest of the day at work is just as bad, though. He misses Ed, his whole body feels terrible, and sometime around the middle of the day he starts coughing and sneezing. By breaktime, he feels so gross and germy he doesn't even want to go sit with Lucius like he usually does. Instead, Stede sequesters himself in a quiet corner with his tissues and his phone, some small part of him still hoping Ed will call or text.
“Here,” Lucius says, “let’s exchange.” He offers Stede a mug of hot tea and reaches for Stede’s phone with a grimace. “We’ll need to sanitize that.”
Stede sniffles into the mug of tea and gives his phone one last, longing glance. Every notification today has made his heart catch, but none of them have been from Ed. Not a single one, he thinks, and feels his eyes tear up before he realizes he’s going to cry again.
“I don’t know what I did wrong,” he says, sniffling, “and now he’s gone.”
“Just for the weekend,” Lucius says. All the teasing is gone from his voice and he reaches over to rest a hand on Stede’s arm.
Stede shakes his head. He’s able to get the tears to stop after scrubbing at his eyes for a bit, but the hot-cold shivery feeling lingers and his head and throat feel so bad. Tea doesn’t even help his sore throat anymore and he’s pretty sure his sinuses are even more congested now than they were when he woke up.
“He doesn’t even want to send me the little kraken emoji,” Stede says.
Lucius looks confused, but somehow he must understand because he squeezes Stede’s arm warmly and sits with him for a while in their quiet corner. He even hands Stede a few tissues after he starts sneezing, unable to stop until he’s worked his way through four of his itchy, stuffy sick sneezes, all muffled into the crook of his elbow.
“I’m going to ask Oluwande to drive you home, okay?” Lucius pulls the last couple tissues from Stede’s pocket pack and hands them over. When Stede just nods and coughs and replies, he squeezes Stede’s arm again. “We’ll take care of you.”
The warmth that fills Stede’s chest is such a relief that he nearly tears up again. Aside from Ed, nobody has ever volunteered to look after him, not even to give him a ride home or grab tissues for him. He’s not alone, and everything around him isn’t empty, even if he misses Ed so much it hurts and even if he’s more sick than he realized this morning.
Oluwande does end up driving him home and doesn’t say anything when Stede dozes off on the five minute ride there. He offers to walk Stede into his apartment, but Stede refuses, mostly based on how many used tissues are scattered around his place already.
“Probably better not to,” Stede says, “but I appreciate the offer.”
“Yeah, all right. But text me and Lucius, okay? We’re both around this weekend, and I’ll just be at Jim’s.” Olu waits for Stede to nod, then waits for him to key into his apartment before pulling away.
Once he’s inside, Stede nearly collapses onto the futon. He tugs off his shoes first and gets himself some water, but that’s really all he manages before he’s on the sofa. Tylenol would probably be good, too, but Stede’s too tired and woozy with fever to get himself up off the futon again. Maybe if he sleeps for a while, he’ll feel up to getting himself food and medicine.
He half wakes up to the chime of a text message and his mind is so fuzzy he barely understands what the text says. Blinking at his phone a few times, he eventually figures out what Lucius is telling him.
Sending dinner over to you along with sick people things. Soup and tissues and Theraflu. Should be there in about an hour! xx
Stede fumbles with his phone, but he knows Lucius will be worried if he doesn't answer, so he sends a quick thank you 🐟. Lucius sends the fish emoji back to him, and Stede pulls a blanket around his shoulders to try and warm up.
He tries to fall back asleep, too, but the best he does is doze on and off, waking up more fully to cough and sneeze and blow his nose a couple times. The shivers grab him every time he wakes up, but he’s just exhausted and achy enough to settle for the one blanket he’s fumbled from the back of the futon and curls himself up more tightly beneath it.
An hour of fitful, feverish dozing must pass because Stede wakes with a start at a knock to his apartment door. For a moment, he doesn't know what’s going on or why anyone would be at his door, then he remembers Lucius’s text.
Probably a delivery person, since Lucius himself would text the whole time he was on his way to Stede’s. Stede burrows further into his blanket and waits the couple minutes it should take for bags to get left on his doorstep. No poor delivery person deserves to see Stede in this state; he probably looks and sounds so gross and contagious.
About a minute passes before there’s another knock, this one softer and hesitant. Stede heaves a sigh before he heaves himself off the sofa. For a few seconds he’s too woozy to head towards the door, and then he does, he starts sniffling over and over again. He pushes his nose into the cuff of his sweater and considers grabbing his wallet to tip the delivery person extra for having to see him like this when there’s a third knock at the door.
“Stede? Baby, are you okay? I have my key, but…”
Ed.
It’s Ed outside his door. Not Lucius and Oluwande, and not some anonymous delivery person, but his Edward.
Stede stands in front of the door for a few more seconds, confused and woozy. Maybe he’s actually dreaming? Or hallucinating? Is his fever that bad? He never actually checked so–
His phone rings and startles Stede as he rubs both hands over his face. It’s the ringtone he only has for his boyfriend and Stede nearly stumbles as he goes to unlock the door. He fumbles at lock and chain, then sighs when he really does see Ed on the other side.
“Oh, thank god,” Ed mutters, his arms full of bags that he drops once the door is wide open. His arms are around Stede before either of them can say anything and his face is buried in Stede’s hair.
“You came back.” Stede’s so happy, just so, so happy and relieved that he tears up all over again.
“Never left,” Ed murmurs and kisses his hair. When Stede shudders against him, Ed kisses him again and pulls away just far enough to nuzzle kisses against Stede’s forehead. “I’m here… And I’m not leaving.”
Stede nods. He’s a mess of tears and sniffles and congestion, and, honestly, every other possible cold symptom, but Ed’s here and Ed’s smiling at him, and Stede knows they’re going to be okay. Everything inside him feels shaky, though, and when Ed kisses his forehead again, Stede shivers.
“I missed you,” Stede says, too tired and relieved to hold himself back. “And I’m really sick, sorry…”
“Ssh, no, that’s why I’m here with a million bags.” Nestling into his side, Ed makes a small, grateful sound when Stede hugs him. “Let’s get you back to bed, yeah?”
“Please,” Stede says. He tugs Ed to the futon instead of his sleeping nook, though, and pauses when Ed does.
“Where…. where’s your nest?” Ed asks, his arm still around Stede.
“My what?” All Stede wants is to crawl back under his blanket and take Ed with him, but Ed’s clinging to him now and pulling Stede into his chest.
“Your nest. Your little sick person nest that you make when you’re not feeling good. With… with you soft fleece and weighted blanket and…” Ed’s voice tails off into a soft, sad sound and when Stede looks up at him, his eyes are shiny with tears. “Stedey…”
Stede shakes his head and presses his face into Ed’s shoulder. He doesn’t even need to tell Ed that he was too exhausted to assemble his favorite blankets and pillows for a sick day on the futon. Ed can tell. Ed can always tell. He holds Stede closer and kisses his hair and murmurs something that sounds like another apology. He uses the little pet name he has for Stede again, too, and that’s enough for Stede to hug Ed very, very tightly.
“... just didn’t get a chance,” Stede finally says. He’s not lying, but explaining to Ed how every inch of him was just pure feverish exhaustion when he got home earlier feels exhausting in and of itself.
And, again, it’s futile. Because Ed can tell when he looks at Stede, he can tell when he brushes his lips against Stede’s forehead, and he can tell when Stede leans into him and rests his head against Ed’s shoulder. Stede knows Ed can tell because he’s the only one who’s ever known Stede well enough to realize when he’s really and truly sick.
The only one who’s ever cared enough, too.
He sits Stede down on the futon and runs his fingers through Stede’s hair. When Stede leans into the touch, he rests his hand against Stede’s forehead, then his cheek, and then the side of his neck before stroking Stede’s hair off his forehead.
“You’ve got a little fever there,” Ed murmurs.
Stede can’t disagree, so he just rubs his face against Ed’s hand and closes his eyes. Before Ed, it had been so difficult to be vulnerable like this in front of anyone, but Ed makes everything so much easier. Ed won’t scold him or leave him to be miserable on his own.
When he has to sniffle and rub at his nose, Stede turns his face into his shoulder. He’s so snuffly from all the congestion that all it does is make him more snufflish.
“I’m sorry,” Ed says. He strokes his thumbs over Stede’s face and the rise of his cheekbones, gentle and warm where he must know Stede’s sinuses ache. “I should’ve realized you really weren’t feeling good.”
“Only a stupid cold,” Stede murmurs. He can tell by his voice that it sounds worse than a cold and after a couple minutes together, Ed's going to be able to tell, too.
“I don’t know… might take you to urgent care tomorrow morning,” Ed says. “You’re running a temperature for sure.” Or not even a couple minutes, then.
“I just get stupidly sick like this sometimes… just a mess,” Stede says, that old shame creeping up on him unbidden.
“I’ll look after you know. Take you to the doctor and buy you all the fucking fancy tissues and cough drops and tea you need…” Ed’s voice cracks and his brown eyes are glossy with tears. “I should've realized,” he says again. “You were upset and getting sick…”
“I didn’t want…” Stede turns aside to cough, then coughs again, and the achy congestion in his head throbs. “I know you have friends. That’s… that’s how it should be. Even if they’re—”
“Yeah, Jack’s a dick. I know, you can say it,” Ed says, then laughs when Stede grimaces. “Got us kicked out of two bars and I’m actually embarrassed to admit how hungover I was this morning.”
Stede laughs in spite of himself and leans in to press a kiss to Ed’s shoulder. He looks so cute, with his long, dark hair in a messy ponytail and that tired softness around his brown eyes. A little frown pinches his forehead for a second and Stede feels his heart swoop a little at how very much he loves Ed.
“You’re going to need to do a lot of groveling to get gigs there the rest of the month,” Stede says.
“Ugh, fuck. You’re right,” Ed sighs. “Fucking Jack Rackham. Sent him packing, though, so I can have you to myself all weekend. If you want–”
“I love you, Ed,” Stede says. He rubs his nose against Ed’s sweatshirt, then gives a small oh when Ed cuddles him closer.
“Love you, too, sweetheart,” Ed murmurs.
“I love you,” Stede says again and sniffles a few times to keep his nose in check. “I love who you are now, and I love you for who you were before I met you. Maybe I didn’t know you then, but–”
“I love you, too,” Ed repeats in a softer voice. “I get so scared sometimes. That I’m the mess you don’t want to clean up.”
“You’re not that. Not at all, darling.”
Stede strokes Ed’s chest and tucks his head against Ed’s shoulder. He’s going to need about a dozen tissues soon just to blow his nose; if the little tingling at the back of his sinuses means anything, he’s going to sneeze about a dozen times soon, too.
“And I think we’re both like that sometimes. But I win today,” Stede says and reaches past Ed to his box of tissues to snuffle into those. “You might want to go get kicked out of another karaoke night instead of dealing with my sick person mess.”
“I won’t.” Ed kisses his head and Stede leans back into him, happy to have Ed close and warm. “Besides, I brought you so much fucking stuff. I’m making a complete fuss over you.”
Stede’s about to reply when his sinuses twinge. He can feel the tickle behind his eyes and at the back of his throat, a sure sign he really will need those dozen tissues. Pinching the bridge of his nose doesn’t really help, but it does give him a few more seconds to bury his face in a handful of tissues.
When he sneezes, it’s another series of those strong sick sneezes that feel as if they ring through his head. They make his whole head itch, too, all itchy congestion and that sloping, woozy fevery feeling that leave him blinking and sniffling. He ends up sneezing three times in a row, raises his head to apologize to Ed, and then has to curl forward into two more sneezes.
Ed’s arm is right around him immediately, though, holding Stede and hugging him closer. Instead of blessing Stede, Ed just nuzzles against him and coos over him a bit through the sneezes.
“Bless you,” he murmurs when Stede raises his head enough to sniffle at his tissues and give Ed another apologetic look. “That’s a lot of sneezes…”
Stede sighs and nods, then quickly turns his head into his shoulder to catch a smaller, softer, stray sneeze. This one leaves him sniffling over and over again, and he feels like such a mess that Stede almost curls away from Ed.
But Ed just nestles in closer to Stede on the futon and coos over him some more, this time handing him tissues and petting the hair around his ear. He’s being so sweet and attentive, and Stede’s ready to melt right into him.
“Sorry I’m so sick… I don’t even know where I got this,” he says, resting his head against Ed’s shoulder, and closing his eyes when Ed nuzzles against him again.
“Probably work? And you were all stressed out…”
Stede shrugs. “I already wasn’t feeling good on Wednesday night”
Ed makes a small, worried sound, then curls himself right around Stede and hugs him very close.
“I’m going to stay all weekend,” Ed says. “To spend time with you and take care of you, and we can both get lots and lots of sleep.”
“That sounds perfect.” Stede rubs his face into Ed’s sweatshirt and cuddles him back. Nothing, nothing feels as good and reassuring as Ed’s arms around him, especially when he hugs Stede so tightly and fits their bodies together just so.
“Then let’s get comfy. Bed or futon?” Ed asks.
Stede considers. “Futon, I think?”
“Good choice. We can have soup and tea and nap for a while. Medicine for you, too,” Ed adds and presses his lips to Stede’s forehead. “So you don’t feel so shitty and can get some sleep.”
Even though he knows Ed is right and that even just a couple Tylonol will help him rest better, Stede hides his face in Ed’s shoulder, abashed. He’s drained, though, from being sad and sick and not sleeping enough, and it turns out that it’s not difficult at all to let Ed fuss over him. Ed brings him tea to sip while he rearranges the futon, then starts heating up soup for them both.
He collects blankets and pillows for them to curl up in and brings Stede his softest pajamas to change into. Soft, fuzzy socks, too, the blue ones that Stede loves most because they match his whale pj pants. He hands Stede one of his own sweatshirts, too, one that’s worn down to complete softness and that Stede’s curled up in more than a few times already for naps and nights without Edward there.
“You look so cute in these,” Ed says after he’s changed into sweats himself. He pets a couple of the blue whales on the grey jersey pjs, and smiles when Stede nestles closer. “I love how much you love your whales.”
“Really?” For some reason, that makes Stede go so shy and soft for Ed. He knows he can be overenthusiastic and eager about the things he loves, but Ed’s never, ever made him feel weird. “We don’t need to watch–”
“Oh, no, we’re definitely watching those little fuckers. Nothing helps you fall asleep better and c’mon, they’re just cool.” He pets one of the little whales with just his fingertip and turns to brush a soft kiss against Stede’s lips. “Can I tell you that I love you again?”
“Please?” Stede leans into the kiss with a quiet, tired sigh and murmurs that he loves Ed again, too.
Despite the fuzzy haze of fever and congestion, Stede is just basking in Ed calling his whale pajamas cute and his favorite documentaries cool. Once Ed has the nest in the futon arranged, including tea and soup and his collection of supplies, Stede curls into Ed’s side. He kisses Ed’s shoulder and the side of his neck, so relieved and so happy that he and Ed can have a quiet weekend at home together.
“I was scared, too,” he admits. “I hate being away from you.”
“Me, too,” Ed says and the way he cuddles against Stede is so warm and reassuring. “My phone died the other night, and then we got kicked out of the karaoke place. God, Stede…” Ed’s face crumples and he curls himself right into Stede. “I just want to be here with you.”
All Stede can do is kiss Ed’s hair and hold him as close as possible. He gets so emotional when he’s overtired like this and Stede knows now that Ed would’nt leave him for somebody cooler or who enjoys beer pong more.
Which, yes well, thinking about that now feels a little ridiculous, but Stede’s tired and sick enough himself for the realization to feel important.
Stede also knows that all the feelings of being too much and simultaneously not enough won’t just go away now that Ed is back and they’ve talked it through. But he’s sick and worn out and he does know that Ed loves him. There’s not much more he wants right now.
“You’re here, Edward,” Stede murmurs. His head feels so stuffy and heavy and resting it against Ed feels so good.
Ed nods and curls in more tightly, holding himself in that position while Stede kisses his hair and tries not to sniffle and cough too much at Ed. Not that Ed cares–Stede knows that by now. So, when he has to turn aside and cough, he’s not at all surprised that Ed rubs his chest and continues to do so after Stede turns back with a stuffy little huff of a sound. He pushes the heel of his hand against his eye when the congestion shifts and just feels worse.
“You’re so sick,” Ed says. His face looks like it’s about to crumple again, but this time he nuzzles a kiss against Stede’s cheek. “Lucius got you a million things and I felt bad so I also got you a million fucking things. Tissues and cough drops and Vicks rub and that liquid medicine because Lucius doesn't know you like I know you, sweetheart.”
“Oh… snffSNFF! Well, sadly… I think I need them all,” Stede admits. That snuffly, itchy feeling fills his head again, and his poor nose needs about all the attention he can give it. Rubbing it into the cuff of his sweatshirt–or, well, Ed’s sweatshirt–doesn’t do any good and Stede resigns himself to another stuffy sneezing fit.
He runs through half a dozen sneezes this time, but with about thirty seconds between each one so he’s just a tired, sniffly mess while Ed hands him tissue after tissue. Stede’s nose is actually sore by the time he finishes, tender and probably flushed red, and he just holds the last round of tissues over it as he sniffles.
Stede’s shoulders droop as Ed strops his hair off his forehead and feels it again, tsking softly when Stede nudges closer into his touch. He can’t breath through his nose, but it keeps itching and dripping, and all those strong sneezes left his throat sore and raw all over again.
“Why do I feel so bad?” Stede rubs his forehead against Ed’s hand, trying to get at that heavy, achy sinus congestion, and almost tears up when Ed makes a soft sound and kisses his forehead gently.
“Hmm… because you’re super sick and fevery and haven’t had boyfriend cuddles in too many days,” Ed says. He smiles when Stede peers up at him, then just nudges Stede’s head back down against his shoulder.
They cuddle for a while, just curled into each other, and Ed keeps murmuring kisses into Stede’s hair and against his forehead. Before Stede can doze off, though, he nudges him fully awake so they can have their soup.
Vegetable soup, and Stede eats a quarter of the turkey sandwich Ed bought for himself for lunch. Given how badly Stede’s been eating and sleeping lately, the food is more than welcome, and Stede only pouts a little over how he can hardly taste or smell anything. That’s enough of a reminder for Ed to fetch him medicine and to rub his back while Stede swallows it down.
Halfway through his sandwich and soup, Ed puts on an episode of Secrets of the Whales. Once he’s done, he burrows both of them into the blankets and holds Stede right against his chest, right where Stede can nuzzle sleepy kisses against him and slip a hand under Ed’s shirt to pet his tummy. Stede’s sure the medicine hasn’t kicked in yet, but having Ed here with him, curled up in the blankets, is so warm and cozy that he knows he’ll be able to fall asleep.
oh, i truly love 🎋itchy nose/throat/ears + 🥰soft reassurance for stede, pls? with ed <33 thank you!
oh this is so cute for them <3 a little thing inspired by this post + random modern au allergic stede + some softkink ed maybe ...
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Stede has made his displeasure quite clear from the start this morning, burying his face in his pillow, in Ed's shoulder, even into the blankets as he sniffles and sneezes and complains about the ridiculous pollen count.
(I don't even have to look, Ed... snf! Snf! I c-can-hh! Hdt'TSH! Feel it... ugh, snf!)
Ed, of course, is making it his personal mission to distract Stede from how much he hates the springtime, and his nose, and the trees and flowers and grasses in bloom outside their window, each determined to drive him and his poor nose crazy for the next few weeks.
Stede had woken up with his whole head a mess of itchy irritation, complaining that even the roof of his mouth itched.
Ed had kissed him about it, right on his pink-flushed, irritated nose, which had earned him a laugh and another quiet whine, and a good few more sneezes for the effort. The problem is that, despite all Stede's complaining and apologizing and sensitivity, Ed can't help but find the whole thing ridiculously ... attractive.
"Sensitive, aren't you?" Ed hums, dragging his lips across Stede's collarbones and smiling delightedly when he writhes away from the soft press of lips, breath hitching and nose twitching. How that manages to set him off, Ed will never know, but he can't say he minds, either.
"hH'eiishh! iID'TSH! tsh! huh'TSHH! Ngh..." Stede manages to wriggle away long enough to bury his nose into a handful of tissues, though blowing his nose only seems to shake something loose and sets him off sneezing three more times, all in quick succession.
"God bless you," Ed says, pulling Stede back in close. "I'll make you some tea when you're feeling up for it..." he offers. "Mm, nope, no more of that," he adds when Stede tries to hide his face in the crook of Ed's neck. He rolls over so he's laying on top of Stede, legs bracketing his hips, playfully holding him in place.
"Edward," Stede gasps, and Ed can't tell if it's in surprise or irritation or another—
"Hh'Dtshh!"
"Bless," Ed murmurs, then leans down to kiss him again. Stede's nose is damp where it presses against Ed's, and he mutters something about looking unsanitary that makes Ed laugh and roll his eyes.
"Not on your life, mate," Ed promises him. "Y'look fucking amazing, all the time. It's not fair, really. I'm suffering."
"You're suffering?" Stede repeats, indignant.
"Mm," Ed agrees. Though it's not true, not even a little, tucked up here in bed with Stede beneath him, warm and sensitive and smiling despite himself. Before Stede can say anything else, Ed tucks a stray piece of hair back behind his ear, leaning down to brush a kiss along the shell of his ear while he's at it.
Stede's breath snags again at the touch, and he doesn't even make it all the way through his rushed "Going to sndeeze again'd" before he really is sneezing again.
“hd’ISCHhh! ht’DSCHih! -h’dtTSH!”
They're quick, itchy-sounding things, muffled against Ed's shoulder and sending a rush of warm arousal curling right through him.
"God, I'mb s-sorry," Stede manages, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Somehow that managed to sneak up on mbe," he explains, still sniffling.
Ed shrugs, tells him again that it's okay, that he really doesn't mind, that he'll stay here just like this all day if Stede likes.
Ed would like it, if he's honest. It's really not fair how this man manages to be both hot and adorable all at once, entirely at the mercy of the season in bloom all around them.
"...And bless you, like, a million times," Ed says, still not letting Stede out from under him, instead mouthing soft, ticklish little kisses along Stede's shoulder.
"You're a menace, has anyone ever told you that?" Stede sniffles, though he leans up and brushes their noses together, just quickly, before he kisses Ed until he can't anymore, his nose too stuffed up to allow him to linger too long.
"Mm, you," Ed mutters. He's really only half-coherent by this point, content to drag Stede back down into another kiss.
"Not just me, surely."
"Nah, it's definitely just you," Ed says, meeting his eye an smiling wickedly now as he settled back into their kiss. Outside, there's birds chirping and flowers blooming and allergy meds and tea await them in the kitchen, but for now...
Yeah. Just Stede.
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