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Sitting around and waiting wasn’t what she wanted to do but the agent had told her that they would get in contact with him for her. So far, she’d had her phone out four times, sifted through the crappy old magazines on the table (couldn’t they afford new ones?), and had gone to the vending machine countless times. 

Eleanor was restless. Where in the world was he? Did the agent even try at all? 

She pulled her hair over one shoulder and crossed her legs, leaning back against the chair. The sounds of chaos floated up from the lower floors and Eleanor smiled. If that wasn’t him, she’d eat her own heels.

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Peter glanced down at the t-shirt. It had been a split second decision and one that he didn't regret. "Ah nevermind. A call would have been nice but you said mission. I assumed that meant no contact at all so... I just didn't do it. Dangerous stuff goes on and, you know."

The flowers were a nice touch, he wouldn't deny that, but he didn't want those right now. Peter wanted Wade. He jumped up and wrapped his arms and legs around the man, practically turning into a koala to cling to him.

"I gotta make dinner. All the tacos, right? Anything, just... anything. And your clothes! They're still washed and folded in the dressers. You... it's all here. Now you're here. We're both here. It's our house again." Not just his. Peter squeezed tighter, hooking his ankles together. As happy as he was right then, he was still peeved about no contact. 

That could slide in Peter’s mind.

[xlips-like-morphinex]

Baggage | closed rp

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She didn’t say anything when she left. She didn’t utter a single word or give way to a warning. She just disappeared.

Rogue had always been good at running away when her life felt too stale. She needed to be free from the bonds and chains that were her “x-fam.” Sure, they loved her like a family but deep down she could just as easily get rid of them as a discarded sock. The familial ties that most people harbored deep in their hearts seemed to be lacking within Rogue. She slightly blamed her jumbled past and memories but mostly blamed Mystique. 

[stxrkillcr-blog]

;;ruined forever

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          “You bastard! You blew up my ship!” Hux snapped, voice gruff as he coughed and struggled to free his blaster from the belt at his hip stalking towards the red-clad man. His clothes were singed and blood ran down his pale face, the fire burning in the wrecked ship behind him making his green eyes look crazed. “I should fucking kill you!” He wasn’t the sort to lose his temper like this, but it was his ship. His ship! He’d been working on the thing for years and it was ruined now, there was no saving it. It was nothing more than a burning heap of junk now.

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A whole year and Wade was standing in front of his door again. Peter heard his voice and could only guess what the reason was for. For all he knew, it was damage from a year long mission or he'd finally gotten a chance t-- No. Peter stopped the train of thought and growled.

To hide as much emotion as he could, he pulled the mask on and walked back to the door. His shadow showed in the light that streamed under the door frame and into the hallway. "Why? Why should I give you any more of my time for you to just leave again? You abandoned me, Wade."

Left behind. Put aside. Forgotten. Unwanted. Peter had dealt with his depression when Wade had left him, he'd hidden the ring he had, he'd stopped talking to Aunt May about him, and he'd moved out of that apartment. He couldn't even think about seeing anyone else but here he was again.

"I don't- I can't handle it if you leave again."

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He didn’t want to stay and end up breaking down crying like an idiot. Sometimes it felt like his emotions were hot wired to his tear ducts and this was one of those times. He felt that hand on his bicep and let himself be turned, looking up at Wade. 

It was the first time he was guarded, cautious about talking to him in a long time.

“What? Wait for what, Wade? To hear you tell me you never wanted me? That you wish you would have left me behind like my parents did? That I was nothing more than an immature mistake?” His heart was beating harder and Peter thought he could hear it. Maybe he could. 

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Time to Talk

Okay, my lovelies, I’ve missed you all terribly, and I hated to have to leave you all.  I miss writing with everyone so much, but between work and school and wedding planning, I was left with no time and exhaustion that needed more sleep than I could manage to give it.  I hope you will all still want to write with me as I finally have more free time as the wedding approaches, I want to start writing again and I hope I still have someone that want’s to write with me.  Love you guys, here to talk anytime now.  Hit me up for threads if you want.

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Knocks on the Condo door like he didn't live there. Waits patiently with flowers in hand. Hopes not to be killed. Waits. ((IBlameThatGuy - Cause I'm an asshat))

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It was the longest mission that Peter ever remembered Wade taking. Days went by with nothing. Then weeks. Finally, months. It was enough to make Peter want to scream but he didn’t. Wade couldn’t be disturbed in his work and Peter wasn’t going to hunt him down and blow his cover. If he had one. Sometimes, as he recalled, Wade was a stealth is optional for this mission type of guy and ran in guns blazing.

So when the knock at the door rang throughout the condo, Peter paused. He hadn’t been wearing much and yanked on one of Wade’s oversized t-shirts and the only pair of underwear nearby. Okay so maybe wearing lacy panties to the door wasn’t the best idea but it worked! 

Peter jogged over to the door and pulled it open, almost stumbling back at the person in front of him. “I-wha... Wade?” He blinked and righted himself, reaching out to carefully touch Wade’s chest. Hard, warm under freezing fingers. Yeah, that didn’t seem like a hallucination. At least not in the middle of the fall. 

“Please tell me I didn’t gain the boxes somehow and am actually imagining you right now.”