kill your mind

mutant oc written by allie

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@immortalxdreamers

   “hey, sylph.” it’s a surprise, him visiting her here. he only smiles at her, reaching forward to pull her closer and press a chaste kiss to her cheek. really, he’s only been separated from her from only a few hours. “did you miss me?”

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@ensignfinnclifton

   he presses himself further into finn’s side, burying his face into the other boy’s neck. he continues to play with finn’s fingers, doing his best to calm himself and not wince everytime he moves his wrist. doing so only reminds him of being home and that’s the last place he wants to be right now. “thanks,” he whispers into finn’s skin, “for letting me stay here. for everything.”

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ensignfinnclifton:

   “you’re like a little ferret, stealing all my shit.” despite his words, finn gives edwin’s hand a squeeze, finally starting to let the day’s exhaustion catch up to him, voiced with a yawn. “s’okay. my shirts are cooler than yours anyway. i mean, i have nothing against your 3 time state championship mathlete shirt, but a good worn in baseball tee will always reign supreme.”

    “i am not a ferret!” edwin only grins affectionately, leaning into finn’s touch. “hey, i worked hard for that -- i mean, okay, it’s technically easy for me but at least i earned it. you can buy a copy of this shirt at any department store. at least mine has more character than this thing,” he gestures to the shirt he’s currently sporting. he knows that’s a lie, because this one is something that finn’s made his; that’s been worn down by the other boy and still catches his smell even after it’s been washed.

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ensignfinnclifton:

   he’s already making a wounded animal sound as edwin leans away after the kiss, something between a dying cow and an annoyed cat. “you want me to come with you?” after all, they both know he’s just going to fall asleep after another 5 minutes. he sits up, sleep clouding his features, evident in how he sways a bit before steadying himself. “y’might get cold in there. s’gonna get down to at least 50 tonight. chilly.”

     edwin manages to smile at the other boy, knowing that he can’t say ‘no’ to him on suggestions like this. “i can always use an extra pillow,” he teases, reaching out for the other boy’s hand. he threads their fingers together, giving him a small pull to stand up. “oh,” he says, a teasing smirk flashing on his face for a brief second. “my hero, saving me from frostbite, huh?”

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ensignfinnclifton:

   “aw.” it’s muttered absentmindedly as finn brings a hand up to play with one of edwin’s sweatshirt strings. “always knew you liked my chatter.” finn knows his sour mood is as detrimental to edwin as it is to him, but this wasn’t one of those funks you could just pull yourself out of, as much as he’d like to. “don’t wanna make you get stuck in a place like this, but s’nice to not be alone.”

   edwin manages the briefest of smiles at his words, pressing a chaste kiss to the other boy’s head. his chest aches as he runs a hand up finn’s back, trying to comfort him in whatever way he can. “hey, i’m not going to leave you,” edwin reminds him softly. “plus, i’m obviously the muscle of this relationship, so i’ll fight off whatever’s trying to keep you - us - stuck here.” he pauses before he continues, knowing the next statement isn’t necessarily true but finn should hear it none-the-less. “it’ll be okay.”

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ensignfinnclifton:

     “you’re the one giggling and i’m the dork?” don’t mind him, showing genuine feelings just makes him a little embarrassed, that’s all. finn turns his face up obediently as edwin nudges him, eyes still crusted with sleep, but bright with their mischievous light. it’s been so long since he’s allowed himself the familiarity of trusting someone with the truth, but for once he’s not afraid it will blow up in his face. “ugh, we’re gonna turn into one of those sappy gay couples that go to farmer’s markets and avoid gluten, aren’t we?”

    “shut up,” edwin’s cheeks and ears start burn as he begins to blush, “i’m adorable, and you know it.” he can’t help the smile that comes across his face as he brushes his thumb across the back of finn’s hand. he leans forward, pressing his lips against the other boy’s and feeling his chest flutter as he does so. he never thought he’d find someone he loved so unconditionally -- let alone find someone who was able to love him like finn has. “though i’m not opposed to fresh vegetables, you’re pretty lucky because i’m not allergic to gluten. looks like we’re just going to miss that stereotype.”

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ensignfinnclifton:

   finn’s sure his flush is only getting worse as edwin makes his way over to him so he keeps his head ducked, moving to lean his head on the taller boy’s chest. “shut up,” it’s said in a sheepish enough tone for edwin to know that he’s somewhere between joking and mortified. he doesn’t speak again until his mouth is at edwin’s collarbone, and even then his words are quiet, only loud enough for edwin to hear. “i love you, too, okay?”

      edwin can’t stop the pure giggle of joy that tumbles from his lips, kissing the side of finn’s head as he buries it in his collarbone. “you giant dork,” he mumbles, shaking his head and grabbing the boy’s hands in his, squeezing gently. “i didn’t even think you heard me last night.” when he gets finn to re-admit it, he nudges finn’s head with his nose until the other boy looks up and he can rest his forehead on finn’s. “i love you. so much.”

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ensignfinnclifton:

   even though they’d been watching a thrilling documentary on the existence of aliens ( recommended to him by j.d, of course ) finn had found himself starting to drift off to sleep when edwin decided to get up. the boy shifts onto his side in a paint-me-like-one-of-your-french-girls position as ediwn stands, wiping at sleep-heavy eyes. “but it’s just getting to the good part,” he argues, gesturing drowsily at the screen where a collage of supposed UFO’s has starting filling up the screen.

       edwin scoffs, staring at the other boy. “finn, you’ve been asleep for the last ten minutes,” he teases, trying to give the other a half-hearted smile. “plus, those aliens are totally not real. your friend probably just threw a montage of x-files scenes together and ripped you off.” he moves towards the other boy, kissing him quickly before straightening. “why don’t you just tell me what i miss tomorrow morning?”

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@ensignfinnclifton

he sighs, shifting from his position where he had been laying on edwin’s chest. this morning had been excellent - a good start to his birthday - but as the day went on, between work and bad memories, he realized that today was not particularly a good day. it’s not the worst birthday he’s ever had, considering his dad isn’t there, but he can’t help but feel weighed down by the day as a whole. he sighs, rubbing his hand over his face, before standing.

     “i think... i think i’m going to go to bed early tonight, finny.”

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ensignfinnclifton:

    if he’d known edwin was gonna react like that after finn’d told him, finn probably wouldn’t have said anything ( okay, so that was a lie ). as it was, the boy hasn’t even looked up from his own bowl of cereal, doing his best to feign normalcy, swirling his frosted mini-wheats in soy milk so he can pretend his face isn’t slowly turning red with each passing second. “you’re the genius, you know what i said.”

     edwin’s grin only widens as he looks at the other boy, abandoning his soggy cereal to move to the other boy. “yeah, i did hear you,” he teases, standing in front of the other boy and heart beating wildly. finn had come home last night, slightly intoxicated, and after a rather difficult shower to clean him off and an hour just lying in bed, edwin had said the three words he never thought he say, let alone hear back. he blushes, heat rising to his cheeks and ears. “i... just wanted to hear you say it again.”

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@ensignfinnclifton

     the spoon falls out of edwin’s hand without him even realizing it, sending bits of milk and cereal onto the counter. he barely notices - doesn’t even care - as he feels the corners of his mouth tug into a smile. he stares at finn, who’s busied himself with his own cereal, before he says anything.

“what was that?”

[lovelyisastateofmind]

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ensignfinnclifton:

   “i’d still be company even if i was unconscious.” he wouldn’t be all that fun, but its not like he was at the moment either. as edwin talks about the logistics of the pizza places nearest to them, he can feel his appetite start to disappear. a side effect from grieving for almost 10 years, no doubt. “i don’t wanna disappoint the sharks by not being 100% there, y’know? we’ll watch it this weekend.” he turns his head, finally, cheek smushed against edwin’s chest, and gives a sigh. “when i’m here.”

   “yeah, but it’d be boring company. i’d miss your chatter, you know?” all edwin wants to do is help but he can’t seem to know how. it hurts him to see finn so upset and feel so helpless at the same time. “i  - i’m sure the sharks appreciate your undivided attention.” his heart breaks at finn’s words, his chest physically aching. “hey, you’re still here with me, okay? you don’t have to be stuck in that place, at least not by yourself.”

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ensignfinnclifton:

    “no.” he’s more of a bottler, anyway. the fact that he came out here at all is nothing short of amazing, but he’ll need about an hour more of hair petting before opening up. “i wanna eat my weight in pizza then fall into a food induced coma and sleep forever.” all this is said mumbled into edwin’s shirt, as if he can’t even muster up the effort to turn his head.

     “there's definitely still some pizza places open - three within a decent radius. we can order in if you want,” edwin offers, hoping to get a somewhat responsive reaction from the other boy. "there's at least one shark documentary that we haven't seen yet. we could queue that up." when finn remains where he is, edwin's heart tightens painfully in his chest. he can't stand to see finn this upset yet simply runs his fingers through the boy's hair, unsure of how to help. "plus, you can't sleep forever. i wouldn't have anyone to keep me company if you did that."