#also i see ur asks i promise i just gotta find the right prompt/words in my head because i physically cannot just write something

[actual-changeling]

Focusing a bit more on their ptsd lately because I want to and I can, this is set a few weeks after they got to Jackson so still pretty early on. Completely fluffy though, promise!

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There is nothing worse than being alone in a crowd with no one to have your back.

Ellie's hypervigilance is in absolute overdrive after Silver Lake whenever she isn't too dissociated to perceive anything at all, and leaving the house becomes a choice between constantly looking around and driving herself half insane trying to look for something, anything dangerous and gritting her teeth and pushing through it while her brain screams at her that the worst things imaginable are seconds away from happening.

Both options are terrible, both leave her shaking and on edge, and any loud or unexpected noise makes her jump even when it is three streets down and completely unrelated to her. Going outside isn't safe, isn't fun, so she doesn't, and she is acutely aware that it's a problem she will need to solve one day, but for now her skin is stretched less tightly over her bones and the back of her neck only gives her the occasional jolt of paranoid electricity.

It doesn't even fully occur to ask someone for help when there is a movie at the theater she really wants to see that night, she thinks about it all day with a heaviness in her heart that almost has her put on her shoes and go anyway, but then the bell ringing for lunch has her almost falling out of her chair and she settles with the sour taste of defeat on her tongue. She would ask Joel to go with her, but they both know he is just as jumpy as she is, especially with her around in a closed space, and yeah it's a problem, but for now it is what it is, and she doesn't ask.

However, while she forgot about the obvious solution, Joel didn't.

That evening, Tommy comes over, which in by itself isn't surprising, that man is more at their house than at his sometimes, but he doesn't take off his shoes like he always does and waits for them in the hallway instead. She leans against his side in the greeting half-hug they tend to do, his arms around her shoulders, and the weight of it in her neck does the same thing Joel's hugs do - they absorb the panic and let it run through them into the ground, redirecting the lightning jumping across her skin. Ellie looks up at him and her face lights up before Tommy even gets the words out, putting two and two together and vibrating with excitement so bright she can't even feel stupid for not thinking about it herself.

"Ready for movie night?"

"Are you sure?"

Asking him that feels like she is stomping on a christmas present before even opening it, but her fingers are twisting in her shirt and joy is a warm, yellow sun in her chest, and she needs him to wants this as much as she does or she will feel bad for dragging him along. His hand settles on the back of her head and her gaze flicks between him and Joel, who is watching her and her only.

"Are you kidding me? Alien? Of course I'm gonna go see it, it's one of the best fucking movies ever."

There is a few seconds of silence and dizziness shoots straight into her head when she forgets to breathe, but then she falls forward and squeezes Tommy so tightly she can hear the air rushing out of him before letting go to put on her shoes. She is so focused on getting there before everyone else so they can get the best spots, planning out the quickest path to the building (although there really aren't that many options, more like three and a half possible routes), she only realizes Joel is shrugging on his jacket too when she turns to say her goodbye for the next few hours. There's a familiar tightness in his jaw, and she is pretty sure there's at least a knife somewhere on him, but his eyes are soft and she realizes that Tommy isn't just an additional anchor of security for her.

Paranoia grows all over her skin, a deep-seated itch she can never scratch enough, but Joel is right next to her and she can hear Tommy's footsteps behind her, and it is enough to keep it subdued enough for her to handle. They all silently come to the agreement to sit near the side rather than in the center, neither of them fully comfortable with being surrounded by people like that, and having space on one side, Joel on the other, and Tommy behind her makes it easy to forget about everyone else once the movie starts.

She jumps when someone accidentally kicks over a chair, and Joel gently squeezes her hand whenever she crushes his during the few times her brain tries to convince her everyone in the room is out to kill her, but they all make it through the next few hours without chewing on their panic the entire time. Tommy's quiet comments from behind her make up half the fun, and on the walk back, she paces circles around them while talking a mile a minute about a conflicting mess of a thoughts she cannot sort through in her excitement; Joel watches her just like he has been doing the entire night, and she doubts he heard a single line from the movie. The tension in his jaw has dissipated, though, and her lungs expand without resistance.

They stop right between their two homes, and for the first time since arriving in Jackson, Ellie feels almost sad to go back inside again. There's a moment of silence before she wraps herself around Tommy in another hug, her thank you a muffled whisper against his chest before she leans away, and it is hard to tell whether she is thanking him for having her back or for being family.

"Any time, sweetheart."

Both, she decides, and they all know without having to say a single word.

There is nothing worse than being alone in a crowd, but she is no longer just by herself, and although she forgets sometimes, there will always be someone to have her back now.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s stepkid

Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader

warnings: alcohol mention

a/n: i rushed these so bad i just wanted to post dhhshsnsna

prompt: y/n is pepper’s kiddo!

it was just you and your mom for a long time

pepper and y/n potts

she couldn’t keep up with you sometimes, too busy dealing with the manchild that was mister anthony edward stark

speaking of—

“uh, who’s this?” -tony, pointing at you

“mr. stark, i am so sorry, the school closed because some kid set fire to the science lab and i didn’t have time to find a sitter—”

“no, it’s fine, no need to apologize. hey, kid, you wanna sit in the boss’s chair? i’ll let you run the company for the day!” *cue you nodding* “sweet, would you mind that, ms. potts?”

“oh? no, not at all” *mouthing* “thank you”

“so, uh, what’s your name? no, don’t tell me: ketchup.”

*giggling* “y/n”

“no way! that was my second guess!”

tony wasn’t used to being around kids

he had no idea that he was actually kind of good around them

despite a few minor hiccups

“you sit in my chair and im gonna spin you around, sound like fun?”

he spun you around WAY too fast and you were diiiiizzy, also you fell off the chair

“don’t tell your mom that we did that. she may be my assistant, but she scares the shit out of me. also, don’t say ‘shit’”

dude he just thought you were a cool kid!!!

“hey, you know, ms. potts, you dont really need to hire a babysitter anymore. y/n’s doing just fine hanging out here”

“how am i not surprised you befriended an actual child?”

she still took him up on his offer, you seemed pretty happy

when your mom worked late, you passed out in tonys office

tony and you had your own little secrets (like falling off the spinning chair), tony showed you around stark tower, and you practically lived there

“i got you a happy meal from mcdonalds!” -tony every day after your school

in all honesty, you weren’t the “popular” kid at school...not even close

but tony made up for it

“y/n! i found this old racecar toy in a box of old stuff, you wanna hold onto it for me?”

you kind of grew up in stark tower tbh? it was pretty cool

and as you grew up, you started to notice more

“mr. tony, do you have a crush on my mom?”

“do i what? no, no, i do—who the hell am i kidding? you caught me”

“called it!”

after that you did everything to try and get them together

when your mom was talking to tony, you would stand behind her and wiggle your eyebrows and just taunt tony endlessly

no! tony cannot remember your mom’s birthday for the life of him! you are his calendar now

“dude, why dont you just ask JARVIS to remind you?”

“i may be a genius, but that doesn’t mean i have common sense”

“wise words, sir” -JARVIS

when tony disappeared for 3 months you were so sad???? like you were not okay at all

no

and when he came back, he literally exited the plane saying “WHERE’S ‘T-POTT??’”

(your wonderful nickname. ‘t’ for ‘tony jr.’ and ‘pott’ for ‘potts’)

“my mom missed you”

“oh, i bet she did”

“you turned my child into you, tony. i will never forgive you for this”

“well, at least y/n was here to fill in for me, huh?”

tony wanted to show you the arc reactor but he was actually afraid of scarring you lmfaoooo

but he did let you in on the iron man secret (he knew you wouldn’t snitch)

and just to make sure:

“if you dont tell anyone, i’ll buy you a car when you turn 16”

“man, that’s like, forever away”

“good, maybe you’ll forget by then”

ur mom kinda maybe sorta found out abt iron man :/ she told you that tony was a bad influence

“mom! no, tony’s cool! he’s like a superhero”

“no, sweetie, he’s a rich guy with issues. we’re leaving”

that didn’t last long

not long at all

and soon they FINALLY got together

“jeez, i thought you two would never stop pining after each other”

“couldnt have done it without my wingman” -tony *fistbump*

“as thanks can i have my own iron man suit?”

“yes.” *pepper glaring at him* “no.”

sooner or later your mom and you moved into tony’s house and you got a really big room!!!!

it was completely decked out

king sized bed, flatscreen tv, mini-fridge, microwave, computer, your own bathroom with a smaller tv, a poster of tony??? (you vandalized it and put it in his workshop), and more!!!

okay you were spoiled

“do you like it here? are you sure i made the right choice?” -pepper

“are you kidding, mom? this is awesome! plus, you’re happy, i’m happy, tony’s happy, i think JARVIS is even happy!”

“i am, mx. potts. simply ecstatic” -JARVIS

pepper was really happy!! it was a pretty cool family

you started giving your school tony’s number if you ever got in trouble, you knew he’d cover for you

“mr. potts, is it?”

“sure”

“your child, y/n, punched another student in the face today. we’re very disappointed in their behavior”

“why’d they punch the kid?”

“well, the other student punched y/n first”

“HAH! thank you for wasting my time. send y/n back to class and call me back if something important comes up”

he literally gave you a high five when you got home

“i gave him a black eye!”

“i couldn’t be more proud. i mean, i dont condone violence, but self defense is a whole other story”

a little help in the workshop, tony asks you to hold the flashlight

“why don’t you get one of your robots to hold this for you?”

“are you kidding me, you’re complaining? we’re having stepdad/stepkid bonding time! and dum-e can’t do anything right, i dont trust him”

youve had a few theme park trips as a family ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also tony has 100% told you to wait in the car and then left you alone for 2+ hours

“i’m not like a regular dad, im a step-dad. want some beer? you can have a little sip. i’d rather you do it in the house”

your mother actually does love how he actually cares about you!

“y/n is 12% my responsibility” -tony

“tony, you are impossible” -pepper

no avengering for you! pepper said no!!!!!!

disappointed but not surprised

iron man 3: y/n potts is put through the wringer

Text Message to Mr. Tony: bro you better come get your girl, me and happy are watching this other guy flirting with her. he’s showing her pics of his ‘big brain’

Mr. Tony: HE WHAT

Text Message to Mr. Tony: Tony he looks creepy i don’t want him to be my new stepdad do something!!!

anyways ur house kinda blew up and ur mom and you kinda got kidnapped and u were right abt that guy being creepy and thankfully no experiments were done on you but like your mom kinda almost died and her and tony were fine!!! all good in the end

you met mr. col. james rhodes that day

“aw, you’re the kid ive heard so much about” -rhodey

“you mean the coolest kid in the world?check.”

“you cant tell me you aren’t tony’s biological child, good god”

you got to meet the avengers later on too! (you’d already met natasha tho, only briefly)

“i know it can be a little overwhelming, right? meeting all these heros, legends even—” -rhodey

“oh, my god, is that thor? thor!!” -you, leaving rhodey in the dust

literally why does pepper trust you around tony something always goes wrong there were literally robots attacking, you were only at avengers tower bc your mom was busy with the company and she thought you’d be safe with the avengers. the AVENGERS.

“please dont tell your mom that i created a bad robot that tried to kill us. the robot will be the least of our problems” -tony

he made happy pick you up and you had to miss out on FUN and it sucked a lot

“it’s okay, y/n! i’m fun, too!” -happy

then your mom and tony took a break and your life got mega-boring for a while, but they weren’t separated for that long. you try not to think about it. it was brutal

Mr. Tony: Does she miss me?

New Message to Mr. Tony: I think so. Either that or she’s crying and drinking wine in the dark for no reason.

Mr. Tony: Damn it, now I feel bad. I miss her a lot. Oh, also, the Avengers say ‘hi,’ I’m in Germany with some bad news, I’ll explain later if you don’t see it on TV first, and I found you the perfect friend! His name is Peter and I think you’d like the school he goes to, it’s in Midtown. Smart kid school.

New Message to Mr. Tony: I’ll look into it, thanks. Also, I don’t like how those all connect. Please update me asap

watching the news to see several avengers arrested, cap on the run, and more!

“maybe it was good i didn’t fall in with the avengers”

tony and pepper finally got back together and you actually transferred to midtown high! peter and his friend group accepted you quickly, it was great. you and flash unfortunately had the most in common

you’d literally text happy right next to peter and he’d immediately reply to you. it hurt peter’s feelings

Momma: Sweetie! I’m working in the office late, leftovers are in the fridge, hope you have a wonderful day at school! 💕

👉👈the vulture tried to kill you for being tony’s stepkid, tony made peter promise to protect you

“y/n, you gotta stay out of harm’s way. mr. stark gave me an actual mission and it’s terrifying, i have to make sure you stay safe”

legit why the fuck was this old man tryna kill you bro grow up

anyyyywayssss your mom and tony got engaged!!

“wow, i thought the day would never come!!” -you

ppl told you tony isnt your stepdad bc ur mom and him werent married but who tf asked

why is the earth always in fucking danger

you and peter were just vibing on the field trip bus and all the sudden: space donut

“go! i’ll cover for you...FRIDAY, call tony”

“...hi there, little one”

“what the fuck”

“oh, so you see the aliens, too? well, at least im not crazy”

tony stark has left the atmosphere

you and your mom were kinda......not chillin tho

she and you didn’t sleep for a few nights, then ppl just straight up disappeared

plot twist: you survived the snap and your family was lucky to be alive, you even got a little sister who became a big handful!

only bad thing was all your friends dusted and you were pretty lonely

but watching morgan grow up kept you busy

“ahhh, shes so big!”

happy times in bad times

bad times!!!!! bc after five years thanos came back as thanos from like ten years ago. outdated thanos. obsolete thanos.

but you made your first and only appearance in the suit tony actually designed for you many years ago

you should have just stayed home tho bc that fight didnt pass the vibe check

“please dont tell me he...no, no, no, no, no”

you and your mom latched onto each other in tears, tony was one of the best people in your life, he made you and your mom two of the happiest people on earth

best stepdad a kid could ever ask for

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[ft-dads-au]

End of the Road

I Take Pride In What I Am 2020 Prompt: Tease Pairing(s): Silver x Gildarts, Past Silver x Mika (mentioned) Rating: E

A Collaboration by @mdelpin and @oryu404​

AO3 | Next: Ch 2

Summary: Silver and Gildarts have been living together happily for a year, but now that school has started up again they don't have as much time for each other as they’d like. When Silver comes home to celebrate Gildarts landing the internship of his dreams, he finds himself at the mercy of his partner's teasing.

Chapter 1

September 6, 1989

Silver came home at the end of a very long day. One which had included two lectures, a four-hour shift at his research assistant job at one of the university’s Biomedical Engineering labs, as well as assistant coaching a hockey practice. He was exhausted, starving, and very much looking forward to seeing Gildarts.

He let himself into their apartment, dropping his backpack on the floor, surprised to see Gildarts sitting at the dining room table surrounded by textbooks, more than Silver even knew he owned, and seemingly looking at every one of them at once.

“Gil?” Silver puzzled, “What are you doing?”

“I have an interview tomorrow,” Gildarts muttered grabbing another book and putting it down when it didn’t seem to have what he wanted, “Everyone wants this one, and I really want to make a good impression.”

Silver chuckled at the panic on his boyfriend’s face and grabbed the book from his hands.” Are you even reading any of these?”

Once he had emptied Gildarts’ hands, he grabbed them in his own. “Look at me,” he ordered, as Gildarts continued to eye the books. When Gildarts finally met his eyes, he smiled, “You don’t need to do any last-minute cramming. You’re great at what you do, and you know your stuff. The people at your last internship adored you. You’ve got this, okay?”

Gildarts nodded uncertainly, and Silver let go of his hands and stood behind him, forgetting his hunger for the moment. He kneaded his boyfriend’s shoulders or rather tried to, as he was extremely tense.

“Loosen up, will ya?” Silver complained.

“I can think of better ways to relax,” Gildarts grinned, grabbing Silver’s hands and urging him onto his lap, facing him. As soon as he was in place, Gildarts leaned in to kiss Silver’s lips, sucking gently on his bottom lip, and darting his tongue into the well-loved mouth.

Silver moaned at the intrusion, captivated as always by the feelings and sensations that Gildarts never ceased to invoke in him. They soon separated, but he was happy to see that Gildarts did indeed look more relaxed.

“Thanks, I needed to hear that,” Gildarts remarked, pulling Silver into a hug. “I just really want this one, you know? I think I’d be able to make a big difference there.”

“I don’t even know why you’re worried, we both know you can charm the pants off anyone you want,” Silver chuckled.

“Hey, there is only one pair of pants I want off, and sadly you’re still wearing them,” Gildarts pouted, “Anything I can do to change that?”

“Pfft, maybe later. Right now, I’m starving,” Silver admitted, “I had a long-ass day, and I still have about two hours worth of reading to do before I go to bed.”

“Anything I can help with?”

“Did you make dinner?” Silver asked hopefully.

“I’m sorry, I went into panic mode as soon as I got the call, but go jump in the shower, I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

“Thanks, you’re the best!” Silver called behind him, hurrying to the bathroom, “I promise if I get my reading done both our pants can come off!” He teased before closing the bathroom door.

Gildarts laughed and headed to the kitchen to make their dinner, already knowing it wasn’t going to happen but appreciating the gesture all the same. More often than not, Silver fell asleep with his head buried in a textbook. Gildarts would indeed get his pants off but only to put him to bed.

It had been like that the previous year too, and though it worried him to see his boyfriend pushing himself so hard, he was also moved.

When Silver had come out to his parents, they had cut him off, making it so he had to work twice as hard as anyone else to be able to afford school. He put himself through all this so the two of them could be together.

It was a sacrifice that he seemed happy enough to make, never once complaining about the extra work, but Gildarts knew he still missed his family. Just as he knew that Silver harbored a secret hope that they would someday change their minds and accept him as he was.

He deserved so much better.

Gildarts told himself it would only be for a little while longer. After this year was over, he would graduate with a Masters in Social Work and get a full-time job to support them both until Silver finished his own degree. They just had to hold on.

Once the sandwiches were ready, he set about cleaning up the table, leaving only the books he would need to study for his own classes. When Silver came out of the shower, shirtless and in a pair of sweatpants, everything was ready for him. He was still studying when Gildarts called it a night.

0-0

Silver had woken up in their bed that morning only to watch Gildarts try on the entire contents of his closet. He would have liked to go back to sleep, but as amusing as it was to watch his boyfriend freak out, he knew how important this interview was to him.

“Wear that red button-down shirt your Mom gave you for Christmas and uhm, maybe some black slacks?” he commented from the bed, chuckling as Gildarts just about jumped at his words.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Gildarts apologized, coming over to give him a good morning kiss.

“Nah, I’m glad, I would have been upset if I hadn’t been able to wish you luck before you left,” Silver stretched his arms over his head before sitting up. “Do you have to wear a tie?”

“Do you think I should?” Gildarts looked terrified again, “I don’t know how to knot those things.”

“Seriously, you’ve got to chill,” Silver scolded, getting up and walking to his side of the closet where he kept a small basket with his ties. He sorted through them - while Gildarts put on the clothes he’d recommended - until he found one he thought would match the shirt. “Come here,” he ordered.

Gildarts walked over, red shirt still unbuttoned, and Silver took in the sight of his boyfriend’s taut pecs and tantalizing abs, “I wish we had more time,” he murmured as he buttoned the shirt closed, noticing Gildarts shiver at his touch.

“Problem?”

“Your hands are like blocks of ice,” Gildarts complained, his features settling into a cute pout that didn’t fool Silver one bit.

“Maybe you should warm them then,” Silver teased, slipping his hands down Gildarts' back and into his pants, squeezing his butt cheeks and grinding into him.

There was no disguising the desire in Gildarts' eyes at even that simple touch, and he felt terrible. Ever since school had started a few weeks earlier, they’d had no time to be together. But now really wasn’t the best moment and he knew that even though looking down it was quite clear they were both more than ready.

“Silver,” Gildarts cautioned, drawing his lower lip between his teeth.

“I know, I know, sorry,” Silver immediately removed his hands and smiled to show there were no hard feelings, “I got carried away. You’re just too damn sexy for your own good.” He was relieved to see Gildarts perk up at his compliment.

“Anyway, tie.”

Silver finished buttoning up the shirt, tugging the collar up, and draping his tie around Gildarts' neck until the ends lined up the way he wanted. He worked on knotting the tie in the way his father had taught him so long ago. Little things like this always served to remind him that his boyfriend had never had a father figure to teach him all the things that Silver took for granted.

He chuckled as an image of Porlyusica trying to teach a young Gildarts how to do this flitted through his mind.

“There you go, you look very handsome,” Silver adjusted the collar and kissed his cheek.

“Not bad,” Gildarts agreed, admiring himself in the mirror.

“Just don’t give some poor old lady a heart attack, I don’t want to be responsible for that.” He eyed their bed wistfully but grabbed some clothes from his closet and got dressed for the day instead.

“No promises,” Gildarts retorted, confidence fully restored. “I gotta get going, but I’ll see you tonight?”

“Yep, no practice tonight, so I should be home early.”

“Great, can’t wait!” Gildarts gave him a quick hug. “Love you,” he called out, giving Silver one of the grins that still made him weak at the knees even after two years, before rushing out of the bedroom.

Silver could feel his mouth curving into a smile in response, and with one last well wish, he set about getting ready for his day.

A few hours later, he trudged into the crowded student center, searching his wallet for one of the coffee shop gift cards Porlyusica was continually giving him. She claimed her patients gave them to her, but Silver was pretty sure that was an excuse, and it warmed his heart to imagine the surly doctor standing in line to buy them just so that he could have a treat. She was a complicated person, but at her core, she was just as kind as her son.

She demanded their presence at her house every Sunday without fail, claiming to need their help with repairs. After bossing them around for a couple of hours, she would make them lunch, often making enough to send them home with plenty of leftovers and one of the gift cards. With Ur back in Margaret Town, Porlyusica was the only family they had at the moment, and he loved her for it.

Finding it, he looked at the line, sighing when it was just as long as always. Thankfully his next class was nearby, so he should be fine. He felt a huge yawn coming on and quickly covered his mouth. He’d stayed up way too late again, but at least he’d gotten most of the reading done.

“Silver?”

Upon hearing his name Silver turned around, finding Mika Cheney, his ex-girlfriend from high school, standing right behind him. “Hey, long time no see!” he greeted her with a quick hug, “How are you doing?”

“Good, it’s nice to see a familiar face around here,” Mika smiled at him, then peeked around him to observe the line they were standing in. “Busy place, huh?”

“Tell me about it,” Silver chuckled, “So did you just start your first year here? I thought you went to Clover Uni?”

“I did, I switched colleges after I got my bachelor’s. My dad insisted that the program here was better,” she sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Still a hardass?” Silver asked, remembering many nights spent commiserating about their fathers.

“Yep, yours?”

Silver was about to answer when he felt himself being picked up from behind in an over the top manner that could only come from one person. He turned around as soon as he was set down, and sure enough, there was Gildarts, looking incredibly pleased with himself.

“You got it?” Silver asked, completely forgetting about Mika for the moment.

Gildarts nodded, grinning from ear to ear, “I got it.”

Silver wanted to kiss the fool out of him, but after coming out to their parents, they had both decided that while they would not deny their relationship if asked, they wouldn’t go searching for trouble either. He’d have to wait until they were at home to show Gildarts how proud he was of him.

“Who’s this?” Gildarts asked, noticing Mika gawking at them.

“Huh?” he turned to see who Gildarts was referring to, “Oh right, this is Mika Cheney. Mika, this idiot is Gildarts Clive. This is her first year here.”

“Obviously,” Gildarts remarked, “I never forget a beautiful woman.”

Mika’s cheeks flushed at the compliment, “Nice to meet you, Gildarts.”

“Oh, the pleasure is most definitely mine,” Gildarts winked, “So how do you like our school so far?”

“It’s different from what I’m used to, and I haven’t really met too many people yet, so I was glad to see Silver.”

The line finally began to move, much to Silver’s relief as a quick look down at his watch let him know he was running out of time before his class started.

“Well, maybe you could join us for dinner or something sometime,” Gildarts offered politely, ignoring Silvers’ attempts to get his attention. “Well, I just wanted to drop in and tell you while I knew where you were. See you at home, gotta go find a payphone to call my mom.”

He took off, leaving both of them staring after him.

“He is not hard to look at,” Mika commented unexpectedly.

“Bastard knows it too,” Silver agreed, finally getting to the counter and placing his order.

“So home, are you guys roommates?” Mika asked with interest.

“We live together,” Silver conceded, hating to pretend they were nothing when Gildarts was his everything.

“So, uhm,” Mika looked uncomfortable, and he tensed up, waiting for her next question, “this is kind of awkward, but do you know if he’s seeing anyone?”

He was caught off guard, both by her question and the way it made him feel. Gildarts was a likable guy, Silver was well aware of the attention he got for it, and even though he knew his boyfriend would never stray, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy at times. Which was why he blurted out, “He’s with me,” before he realized it.

His name was called, and he grabbed his drink, “It was nice to see you again, Mika. I have to get to class.” He took off without a backward glance, leaving her staring after him with a flabbergasted expression on her face.

0-0

Gildarts had ordered pizza and bought a six-pack of beer on his way home from the University. They didn’t get take out often, always having to be mindful of their finances, but it was a special occasion, and he’d decided to splurge.

He’d busied himself with putting away the clothes he’d left strewn all over the bed that morning while waiting for Silver to come home. He was in a great mood and he hummed along with the radio. Even though his mother had yelled at him for interrupting her at work, he’d still heard the pride in her voice.

She’d even invited them over to her house for a celebratory dinner the following evening. And when he had asked to invite his supervisor from his previous internship, she’d only ranted for five minutes before agreeing.

He remembered Silver mentioning he’d be home early, and his thoughts turned to how good it had felt to have his hands all over him that morning. Gildarts was already getting aroused at the idea of continuing where they’d left off. Another thing he’d been dying to splurge on, but it would have to wait until Silver got home, and they’d finished eating their pizza…

Yeah, screw that, he couldn’t wait anymore. Not when thoughts of his boyfriend and all the things he wished they’d been able to do earlier wouldn’t leave his mind, only getting more creative and colorful with each passing second. Every single one seemed to last forever as he waited, and his cock was already responding, straining against the confinement of his clothes.

Besides, he thought to himself, if he got some of that frustration out now, he’d last a lot longer later. And that was all the self-persuasion he needed to lay back on the bed and undo his belt.

Gildarts closed his eyes, imagining Silver running his hands all over his body, pupils blown and mouth slightly open as he looked down at him. Would he undo the buckle slowly, or would he be in a rush to get his hands, or even better, his mouth on him?

Just thinking about the wet heat of Silver’s mouth as it licked and sucked him was making him groan with need. He quickly undid the buckle, unfastening the button of his pants and pulling them down. He tossed them on the floor, along with his underwear.

His hand strayed down. At first, only tracing the curve of his cock slowly, teasing himself just the way Silver would if he were there, but that didn’t last very long. Even that small touch was enough to get him going, and he soon wrapped his hand around his cock, still pretending his lover was there with him.

“Silver,” he moaned, jerking his hand up and down with abandon.

“Is this what you do when I’m not home?”

The last thing Silver had expected when he got home was to find Gildarts jerking off in the bedroom, and while it shocked him somewhat, it was also the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Gildarts saying his name in that needy voice reinforced that he was his, something Silver needed to hear after the incident with Mika earlier.

“You’re home,” Gildarts grinned, not looking ashamed in the slightest at being caught with his pants down. He made to get up, cock still hard, but Silver shook his head.

“I never said you should stop,” Silver’s tone was playful, but he knew Gildarts would recognize it for the challenge it was.

Gildarts raised an eyebrow but lay back down. “Anything in particular you want to see?”

“Surprise me,” Silver watched as Gildarts began to unbutton his shirt.

“Leave it!” he commanded, “I want to see you just like this. So desperate to have me fuck you, you couldn’t be bothered to take it off.”

Gildarts breath hitched at his words, his hand returning to its previous position and giving a tentative jerk. They’d never done this type of play before, and it was exciting.

Silver should have known he was in trouble the moment Gildarts peered straight into his eyes and grinned.

Grabbing one of the pillows, Gildarts placed it under his lower back. “Do you think you can grab me some lube?”

Silver found it hard to swallow, but he hurried to their nightstand, grabbed the first bottle he saw and handed it over. He leaned in, wanting to steal a kiss, but Gildarts refused, that same smile on his face. “You only get to watch.”

He should’ve seen it coming, knowing Gildarts as well as he did, and yet it still caught Silver off guard. He stared, entranced, as Gildarts poured some lube over his fingers before pulling up one of his legs and easing his finger inside. His eyes widened as he watched his boyfriend working himself open, oh so slowly.

“Is this the way you like to do it? I’ve never really done this to myself,” Gildarts mused, and how he could keep his voice level while fingering himself and jerking off was a mystery when Silver didn’t feel like he could trust his own voice.

His cock protested the action or lack thereof on his part, but he couldn’t look away, fascinated by what was happening in front of him.

Gildarts eased another finger in, hissing in discomfort as he thrust his fingers in and out, slowing down the rhythm on his cock as he did so. It was Silver who moaned in pleasure, prompting Gildarts to look at him.

” Like what you see?” Gildarts licked his lips, making Silver think of all the sinful things that mouth was capable of.

“Yessss,” Silver hissed, giving voice to the desire that burned through his veins.

“Show me how much.”

Silver didn’t hesitate, quickly stripping off his clothes and giving his cock the attention it craved. His eyes fell shut at the sensation, but he forced them back open, not wanting to lose at this game he’d started. Although at this point, he no longer understood the rules. He just knew he wanted to fuck Gildarts senseless, and didn’t care what he had to do to get there.

“Damn, that is hot,” Gildarts gasped, stopping what he was doing to watch as Silver put on a show for him.

“I want to fuck you,” Silver sensed he’d somehow managed to gain the upper hand, and he wasn’t about to back down. He began to thrust his hips, fucking his own hand for emphasis, “hard enough to slam your head against the headboard. I want to hear you beg for more, to scream my name so loudly the whole apartment floor will know you’re mine.”

“Sweet Mother of Jesus, I have no idea what’s gotten into you, but if you don’t get your ass over here and put your money where your mouth is, I’m gonna be seriously pissed.”

Silver hurried to the bed, not having to be told twice.

“I’d rather put my mouth on you,” he declared with a wicked grin. He tugged at Gildarts’ tie and pulled him up for a kiss, pushing him down when he was done.

“Just fuck me already,” Gildarts whined, the fingers in his ass speeding up as his need grew.

“You can beg better than that,” Silver taunted, grabbing his wrist to keep it from moving, much to his partner’s frustration. “Let me hear you.”

Silver moved down to Gidarts’ balls, taking them in his mouth and sucking on them, continuing to fondle them even as he licked a path down to where those fingers were, moving them out of the way to make room for his tongue. He started simple, licking zigzag patterns around the sensitive area.

“What are you-, oh God, that’s -” Gildarts panted, “Fuuuuck, I’m gonna-, Silver pleeeease!”

Silver tickled Gildarts’ hole with just the tip of his tongue, reveling in the loud moans Gildarts couldn’t contain.

He puffed out a small breath on the sensitive skin before thrusting his tongue in as far as he could get it, letting his tongue fuck Gildarts mercilessly, wanting to make him even more desperate for his cock. He repeated this a few times before asking innocently, “Please, what?”

He was being a jerk, and he knew it, but the sound of Gildarts begging for him as he lost all control was seriously turning him on. He was almost unbelievably hard, and he worked himself some more, desperately needing some friction on his leaking cock.

“I swear to God if you don’t stick your dick up my ass this instant, I am going to make you regret it the next time I top,” Gildarts fumed, thoroughly done with this game.

“Good enough,” Silver quipped before grabbing the bottle of lube and drizzling some over his cock, remembering Gildarts’ earlier hiss. Lining himself up, he rammed into Gildarts, slamming his head into the headboard as promised.

Silver gave him no quarter, ravaging him with a desperation he hadn’t even realized he’d felt. Every delicious moan he was able to coax out of Gildarts with his hands, and his mouth and his cock brought him closer to losing control as the pleasure built up in his body. But it was the sound of Gildarts screaming his name in ecstasy as he came that proved to be his undoing.

After all that teasing and weeks of pent up desire, neither of them had lasted very long, but they were both left more than satisfied. They lay in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow of their climaxes. It had been so long since they’d had a moment like this. They wanted to hold onto it for as long as possible.

“So, do you do that a lot?” Silver asked once he’d caught his breath, having never really thought about what Gildarts got up to while he was away. He leaned his head on Gildarts' broad shoulder as they both sat with their backs against the headboard.

“Not really, I’d rather wait for you most of the time. You just really got me going this morning,” Gildarts kissed Silver’s head, tenderly moving some strands of hair that had stuck to Silver’s sweaty forehead away from his face. “I’ve had a lot of sex over the years, but that was all there was to it, it was just sex. It’s different with you, and that feeling is better than anything I could ever manage on my own.”

Silver smiled, content with the answer, and remembering why it was they were celebrating, he praised, “I’m so proud of you, Sweetheart. You are gonna do such a great job at…,” he wrinkled his nose as he tried to remember any detail Gildarts might have mentioned. “What is the job anyway? You didn’t really say.”

“It’s a place that provides services to families in need. I’d be doing whatever they tell me to, but I’d get to work with kids who are growing up like I did, helping them find resources my mom and I never had access to.”

“Sounds like you were cut out for it. Except for the ‘doing whatever they tell you to do’ part, of course,” Silver teased his boyfriend.

Gildarts scoffed, “I can follow orders when I want to.”

Silver snorted, “Yeah, right after you tell them to go to hell.”

“I was pretty obedient a little while ago,” Gildarts reminded him.

Silver let out a little moan remembering how sexy his boyfriend had looked when he’d walked into their bedroom, “Yeah, you were. You better not be that obedient with anyone else,” he mock growled.

Gildarts peered at him and scratched his head, “Did something happen today?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, you don’t usually act so possessive, I mean I don’t mind it or anything,” Gildarts was quick to reassure him, ���it’s just unusual for you.”

“It’s dumb,” Silver admitted, feeling stupid for the way he had overreacted at Mika’s innocent question.

“No such thing, Darlin’.” Gildarts caressed his cheek, then got up, loosening the tie and removing it as well as the soiled shirt from his sweaty body, giving Silver a beautiful view of his backside as he strode into the living room, and one of his front when he returned with the pizzas he’d ordered and two cans of beer. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

Silver sighed, “That girl I introduced you to earlier, we used to date in high school. You flirted with her, and after you left, she asked me if you were seeing anyone, and I just, I don’t know, I guess I snapped? I told her we were together.”

“Aww, you were jealous?” Gildarts offered him a slice of pizza and closed his eyes,” You don’t have anything to worry about, Silver. I’m not so fickle that I’d endanger what we have for a pretty face. I have my life all planned out, and you have a huge role in it.”

“Good,” Silver answered, mouth full of pizza. It had gone cold in the time they’d spent in the bedroom, but it had been worth it, and cold pizza was still great pizza. He reached out for Gildarts’ hand to hold while they both ate their pizza and drank their beer.

“Oh, I meant to tell you,” Gildarts snapped his fingers, “Mom invited us over for dinner tomorrow, she wants to celebrate my internship.”

“Sounds good,” Silver yawned. It had been another long day, and although he knew he should probably study, he decided to put it off. He wanted to fall asleep in Gildarts' arms for once.

He tugged Gildarts' arm, letting him know he wanted him to lie down. Gildarts snorted, grabbed the boxes, tossed them on the floor to be disposed of later, and got under the covers.

Mine, Silver thought to himself with a smile as he curled himself around his boyfriend and drifted off to sleep.

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Prompt: "I'm going to keep you safe" ActingAttorney. Maybe after WKM? And actor mark is taking care of a reincarnated DA(Van vlog y/n) who doesn't remember the events of WKM. Sorry if this is too complicated

Yay, my second everActing Attorney prompt! I’ve actually wanted to write this specific scene for along time now, so thank you, friend! It’s not too complicated at all! I’m not completely satisfied (pun intended) with this final product, but I always end up coming back to these if they turn out canon for my series. But yeah, this could be considered a future installment to my Acting Attorney story MayYou Always be Satisfied (currently at 4 parts) if you like.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

44. “I’m going tokeep you safe.”

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A century is a long time to live with the agonizing guilt ofpast actions. An awful long time because the average human should not live forthat long.

But Mark hasn’t been an average human since the events athis old home so long ago.

He’s had time to move on, physically at least. Starting his channel, playing games, raising money for charities…it’s all good, thekind of public performances he always wanted to do, but on a smaller, lesscorruptive scale.

Emotionally?

The guilt still runs strong. Whether Mark was influenced bythat darker entity or not, he would always be responsible for all the death anddestruction that took place that day.

His thoughts are spiraling into reflections of that time, ashe sits in front of his computer to edit his latest video. Questioning how hecould have ever considered doing the things he did, reaming himself for beingsuch a heartbroken idiot…

…missing his friends…

Life is for the living. But your friends are dead, and you’re close enough.

Mark shakes his head and returns to the tedious void ofediting. It’s hard to remind himself not to dwell on the past, but lately, he’sbeen doing better about it. It helps to keep busy.

He’s startled out of his momentum by a pounding at the door.He goes to open it and sees Benja—Tyler onthe other side, hands on his knees, panting like he’s run thirty miles.

“Why the hell aren’tyou answering your phone?!” Tyler demands, holding his own cellular device asproof of trying.

“My battery’s dead, are you okay?” Mark asks. “I thought youwere just going to get McDonald’s—”

“I’d be fine ifyou actually charged your phone more than once a day, but that’s not the point,you gotta come with me, right now!”

“Wait, why—”

But Tyler just grabs Mark’s hand and tugs him out of thehouse and into the car. As the vehicle speeds down the road, Mark suddenlywonders if his only surviving friend has finally lost it.

“Tyler, what is going on?”

“It’s better that you just wait and see—”

“You can’t just break down my studio door and not expectquestions—”

“Just shut up and wait!” Tyler shakes his head. “Look, I’msorry, but really, you wouldn’t believe me unless you saw yourself.”

Mark settles into the hot leather of his seat, arms crossed.He feels highly uneasy about this, but he can’t put a finger on why. Aside fromTyler definitely speeding to whereverthe hell they’re going.

“Slow down! You keep going this fast, you’ll get us killed!”

“Oh, you came back just fine last time.”

This is really notthe time to make petty jokes about that. “I think the circumstances would begto diff—”

Mark lurches into his seat belt hard enough to hurt as Tylerslams the car to a halt and leaps out to the street.

“C’mon!”

Mark hesitates when he sees the suspicious alleyway Tyler’sparked in front of. “Um…Tyler, if I’ve done anything to offend you—”

“MARK!”

“Okay, okay, keep your pants on!”

Mark follows Tyler into the alley.

“No, no, no, no,”Tyler mutters, as his gaze rakes up and down the alley. He finds a vacantcardboard box big enough for a person and gestures wildly to it. “They wereright here, I swear to God, they wereright here!”

“Tyler, who are you talkingabout? What’s going on here?”

Tyler’s hand runs through his hair. The look in his eyes isalmost manic. “They should be here, I told them to stay—”

“Um…hello?”

A hoarse voice cuts through Tyler’s frustration. Markswitches his attention from his friend to the newcomer standing a littlefurther into the alley, half behind a dumpster—

Mark does a double-take.

No.

No, it’s impossible.

The person is obviously homeless, in a heavily stainedoversized hoodie and jeans so tattered Mark can’t believe they’re holding up.The shoes are in a similar condition to the jeans. Their face is gaunt andsickly, eyes nearly popping out of their head.

But those eyes, century-old eyes…

Unmistakable.

In another life, those eyes broke his heart.

The District Attorney shuffles forward, a limp in theirstep. They’re looking at Tyler. “I…I didn’t think you were actually coming back…”Their hands are stuffed into the pockets of the hoodie. “Thanks for the burger…”

Wait…why aren’t they speaking to him? They looked right at him—

“No problem,” Tyler dismisses. He grabs Mark by theshoulder. His grip is tight, a silent message to play it cool.

(What does Mark even look like right now? Hopeful? Indenial? Heartbroken? What’s he supposed to say? Why don’t they recognize him?)

“This is Mark, the friend I told you about,” Tyler introduces. “Theone who’d like to help you, I mean.”

Their eyebrow lifts, and the shy bemusement, so achingly familiar,nearly sends Mark to his knees. “The one who wasn’t answering his phone?” Theysound like they haven’t spoken in years, a voice like a scratched record.

“Yeah, he’s bad at battery management,” Tyler jokes. Hepulls Mark back and gives him a very purposeful look. “Our friend here,” Tylershifts his head in the DA’s direction, “is a little lost. Has been for a longtime.” Tyler turns back to them. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah…I guess…” They shake their head. “My head is a little…blank,I guess would be the right word.” They pull their hands out of their pockets,thin and bony like a skeleton, and hug their arms around their body. “I sawTyler on the street, and…I swear he looked…and you look…so familiar.” Theyswallow, the action rather frightening in light of their veiny neck. “I’msorry, I sound crazy—”

“No!” Mark interrupts, the first thing he’s said sincelaying eyes on them. He pulls out of Tyler’s grip and steps closer to them. “No,you—you’re not crazy, you don’t sound crazy.”

Shit, he’s acting weird, he needs to back off.

My head is a littleblank.

No clear recognition in their eyes.

They’re alive, somehow.

They don’t rememberhim.

And at his word, they finally make direct eye contact withMark. His breath catches at how hesitant they look, the fragile hope anddespair in their face.

“You…” They clear their throat. “Tyler said you could helpme…but I’m a stranger, I’m sorry, this is weird, if it’s too much to ask—”

Mark reaches his hands out and grips their upper arms. Whenthey immediately flinch, he draws back.

Shit. This is…this isn’tgood, how are they here, they’re alive, they’re alive, but…they look so dead. What the hell happened to them?

Mark straightens, a new resolve coming over him.

“Yes, I’m going to help you.” Mark glances over his shoulderto see Tyler watching them both carefully. It all makes sense now. He looksback to the DA. “You’re going to come with us, you’re going to have a home,food, and maybe even a job, if we play our cards right.” Mark takes a chanceand steps a little closer to them. “I’m going to keep you safe. I promise.”

He’ll never let them get hurt again. He’ll never hurt themagain, he swears on his life.

A rash promise, perhaps, but seeing a brighter hope light upthose dim eyes makes it all worth it.

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Kirishima stared at the ceiling. An uncertain sort of energy thrummed through him, his eyes exhausted and bones like jelly but unable to close his eyes, his mind active but muted like a frizzled television.

He didn’t have the energy to get up but he didn’t have the ability to sleep, so Kirishima leaned over and grabbed his phone. Turning it on started a small headache right behind his eyes but Kirishima didn’t know what else to do, so he scrolled through a few social media sites, staring but not seeing.

A snapchat notification appeared at the top of his screen. [BROCCOLI BOI is typing…]

Kirishima narrowed his eyes and waited for the consecutive “BROCCOLI BOI has sent you a snap!”, but it never came.

He went to snapchat anyway, hovering over Izuku’s name for only a second before clicking.

[you] hey i saw u typing u up

Kirishima waited, hoping that Izuku was actually up and that snapchat didn’t glitch on him. Izuku’s profile bubbled, indicating that he was typing, and Kirishima let out a breath of relief.

[BROCCOLI BOI] yea sorry about that haha!

[BROCCOLI BOI] just a lil tired didnt want to bother u

[you] no worries i’m up too

[BROCCOLI BOI] you really should be getting sleep! sleep is incredibly important for lots of things

[you] i could say the same to u bro

[you] why u up?

[BROCCOLI BOI] why r u up?

[you] uh couldnt sleep

[BROCCOLI BOI] me neither

[you] ah

[BROCCOLI BOI] u should go to sleep tho

[you] u first

[BROCCOLI BOI] i can’t

[you] me neither

[you] i’m so tired i can’t get up but i cant fall asleep

[BROCCOLI BOI] wanna hang out in the lobby

[you] i just said im too tired to get up

[BROCCOLI BOI] but ur awake

[BROCCOLI BOI] i can carry u

[you] dude no i’m rlly heavy

[you] comes w the perks of being a literal rock

[BROCCOLI BOI] is that a challenge

[you] i mean go off deku

[BROCCOLI BOI] brt

“Oh my god,” Kirishima said aloud, running a hand down his face. “Oh man.”

Not a minute later he heard knocking before his door swung open, Midoriya genuinely standing in his threshold with All Might pajama pants and a plain red t-shirt.

Kirishima started sitting up, the fatigue receding for a moment as he laughed in shock. “I can’t believe you’re here, Midori– ah!” Kirishima yelped in surprise as Midoriya strode forwards and leaned down, placing his arms under Kirishima’s knees and behind his shoulders, picking him up effortlessly.

“Midoriya!” Kirishima threw his arms around Midoriya’s shoulders in shock, his body tensing instinctively.

A dusting of pink was brushed on Midoriya’s cheeks, but he said, “You aren’t that heavy, you know.”

Kirishima stared at him.

Midoriya shifted, then, looking more and more awkward. “I’m… I’m sorry? Uh. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Uh.”

“This is the most incredible thing that has ever happened to me,” Kirishima said, in awe. And wow, this was not great for his mini crush, honestly.

Mini. Yeah, okay.

Midoriya’s flush grew deeper but he didn’t set Kirishima down, instead positioning him into a more comfortable hold and stepping away from the bed. “So, uh, to the commons?”

“Let’s go to the rec room,” Kirishima said. The commons was always colder than the rec room, being so close to the entrance.

��The rec room…?” Midoriya said slowly. “There’s…?”

“Holy– okay, Midoriya, prepare to have your mind blown,” Kirishima said, gesturing with one hand for emphasis. “It’s like the commons but with like, way more pillows, and a way better TV, it’s hidden though, and there’s a code, you gotta follow it, okay?”

“Alright,” Midoriya said, laughter in his voice. “Lead the way, then?”

Kirishima flushed and wrapped his arms around Midoriya’s shoulders and neck again. He could probably walk, especially after Midoriya hyping him up about the rec room, but who was he to turn down such a rare experience?

Kirishima led him through the hallways, Midoriya giving him strange looks when he told him to go through the boiler room to get there. They eventually reached a door with a wooden sign. Which, in reality, was more of a wooden slab pinned to the door. Burnt into the wood said “enter if you dare”.

Kirishima exuberantly gestured to the door. “Here it is! All your hopes and dreams behind these hallowed doors!”

Midoriya glanced at him, then turned his gaze pointedly at the wood, a blush creeping up his neck as he muttered, “doubt it.”

“Hey dude, okay, I gotta–” Kirishima struggled out of Midoriya’s arms, now wide-awake and excited. “Initiation. So. You are about to enter the former abode of the hero squad known as Burnout.”

Midoriya hide his smile at Kirishima’s grave expression and jazz hands.

“Burnout found this abandoned room years ago and renovated it. They’re inspirations, really, and there’s rules pinned around the room that we have to follow or the room will reject us,” Kirishima said, nodding seriously. “A main one: no telling teachers. Legend says a member attempted to inform a teacher and they were never seen again…” Kirishima said lowly, then added, “just kidding! They were unable to use their quirk for a few hours. And they lost the trust of everyone else, obviously.”

“That sounds easy enough,” Midoriya said, mind already running through the possible quirks with such a power. It would have to encompass the room, but also be able to effect any who knew about it – including technically him as well, unless the rules weren’t enacted until he entered the room itself. Then the quirk had to be able to cause losing another quirk for a select amount of time by spoken word, maybe? These rules sounded awfully hard to enforce, and –

“’Doriya, my dude,” Kirishima punched him lightly in the shoulder. “Stay with me my man, that was only one.”

“Ah, sorry!” Midoriya blushed and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

“Rule number two,” Kirishima said, holding up two fingers. “No fighting. Real fighting, since it can tell the difference, somehow. Quirk usage is okay, but once it gets too… real, you gotta take it outside. That one makes you really tired, I know from experience.”

“…okay,” Midoriya said, deciding life would be easier the less questions he asked. Less time spent talking, the sooner they’d actually go in.

“Those are the most important ones I guess,” Kirishima mused, shrugging. “Alright, Midoriya, initiation over!”

Kirishima pushed the door open and beckoned Midoriya in, letting the door fall shut after Midoriya had entered.

“Welcome to the rec room!” Kirishima said proudly, like he was presenting a personal accomplishment.

The room could hold a decent amount of people while retaining that cozy size, with two couches, two recliners, and an uncountable amount of varying sizes and kinds of beanbags thrown about. Just as Kirishima promised, a large flat-screen sat on one wall, but a minifridge ran softly in the back of the room with a shaded window nearby.

“Wow,” Midoriya breathed. The walls were covered in old boards, giving the room a rustic feel.

Kirishima breezed by him and plopped onto one of the couches, sighing deeply. “Ah, it’s been too long.”

“When were you here last?” Midoriya asked.

“Two days ago,” Kirishima said. “Kaminari found it first, of course, so he told me and Sero, then Ashido because she beat him at arm wrestling, and Bakugou – I think Bakugou found it before all of us, honestly. Todoroki has totally been here before, too, the ice box in the mini fridge is always stocked – and maybe like, Tokoyami? Because that dude knows like, everything.”

Kirishima seemed to melt into the couch as he spoke, movements becoming more and more sluggish until he yawned. Midoriya took a step, hesitation pouring through his veins, because he didn’t want to intrude on Kirishima’s… on Kirishima.

Kirishima looked soft and pliable in a way Midoriya had never seen before, and the normally loud and expressive teen was… quiet, and tired, and yawning.

“Hey dude, wanna play like… video games or something?” Kirishima said.

“Maybe a movie,” Midoriya suggested, eyeing Kirishima’s drooping eyes as he finally made it to the couch and sat down gingerly.

“Dude let’s watch Pacific Rim,” Kirishima said. “You haven’t seen it, right?”

“I haven’t,” Midoriya said.

“Awesome.” Summoning energy from some deep energy source within him, Kirishima lurched from the couch and picked through a stack of movies next to the TV. While Kirishima was getting the movie ready, Midoriya glanced around the room.

Small post-its nailed – yes, nailed – to the wall littered the wood in pale yellow, pink, green, and the occasional green or orange pieces of paper. He read the nearest one to him: “Rule 31: if one of you little shits sticks ONE more piece of bubblegum to the ceiling you’re evicted”.

“Oh, yeah,” Kirishima said, noticing Midoriya’s gaze. “They added rules as time went on.”

Midoriya glanced at another one – a dark purple one with silver sharpie writing, sharp and jagged, with the words “Rule 12: NO SEX IN THIS ROOM YA NASTIES -from your neighborhood ace”.

Midoriya blinked, in surprise, shock, or embarrassment, or possibly a mixture of all three.

“I think the original three uh,” Kirishima cleared his throat. “Made a later member mad.”

“Oh my god,” Midoriya breathed, soft laughter falling from his lips.

Kirishima gazed at him for another second or two before flopping back onto the couch, pressing play. He was notably closer to Midoriya than when Midoriya had initially sat down, their arms almost (almost) brushing.

A few minutes in, Kirishima’s head dropped onto Midoriya’s shoulder.

By the fifteen minute mark, Kirishima was asleep.

Midoriya wasn’t sure how Kirishima managed to sleep through one of the most action-packed movies he’d ever seen, counting the All Might saga, without stirring once.

By the time the movie ended, Midoriya’s shoulder was asleep, but he didn’t dare move Kirishima – he looked softer, relaxed, while he slept, and Midoriya didn’t want to disrupt that.

However, after sitting in complete silence for a few minutes, TV black, Midoriya realized he’d have to move.

“Okay, Kiri,” Midoriya murmured mostly to himself, since Kirishima was sleeping. “Let’s get you back to your room.”

He propped Kirishima against the back of the couch and stood, cracking his back and rotating his shoulders, then leaned down and picked Kirishima up, throwing him over his shoulder. While the princess-hold had been great for dramatic effect and great because Midoriya got to see Kirishima’s expression, he wanted to have an open hand.

The halls were eerily quiet, as it was around three or four in the morning, but Midoriya’s stride was confident. He’d walked these halls at early times before.

Entering Kirishima’s room, Midoriya gently lay the teen on his obnoxiously colored sheets, pulling the comforter over his body and, unable to resist the temptation, gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

He was almost out the door when a quiet, “Midoriya?” sounded from the bed.

He paused, door in hand, and tilted his head. “Yeah?”

“I really…” a yawn, then, “I really like you.”

Midoriya’s cheeks inflamed and he tensed, throat suddenly dry. He turned around completely, to craft a probably embarrassing babble of a response, but Kirishima was already sleeping again.

Midoriya shut the door as silently as he could, then sped-walked back to his room, having a mini-crisis.

He definitely wasn’t getting any more sleep tonight.

[grey-kisses]

Hello, I'M IN A DESPERATE NEED OF A MIYUSAWA FIC, where mura gets sick and hides it in a game and failes, so miyuki feels a bit angry and guilty for not realising and plays the nurse for sawamura :) Thanks

In a weird form of irony, this is the request I finished first and also absolutely hated the most. Like, the idea of Eijun, who wants to make Chris proud and wants to be a worthy rival to Furuya, NOT confessing when he’s not in his best form is not a prompt I like, BUT I tried to work in the angle you seemed to want. I also did not bother looking up much about the medical information, not for a Drabble.—

Eijun felt fine when he had woken up that morning. His eyes were bright, his form looked in shape, his entire demeanor glowed as he set each practice pitch directly to Miyuki’s mitt. Bright smile and proud eyes, he looked at Miyuki from the distance had every right to feel good about being the starting pitcher in the practice match they had.

Miyuki teased him for his puppy-like excitement, and Eijun pouted, but he still seemed physically fine despite his boyfriend’s emotional torture. You can only tell someone he’s lucky to pitch so many times, but at least Eijun realized Miyuki was really proud of him and had full confidence in him. The fact that Miyuki brought them close together was a good indicator that he had full support from his beautiful catcher.

Then Eijun smelled the most wonderful scent when Miyuki brought him close for a side hug. A soft musk that had an almost sweet citrus aroma to it. Eijun could barely hold back, the smell of Miyuki driving him mad.

“Kazu, you smell so good. I’m happy you’ll be so far during the game, or I’d be so off if I had to smell that too close.”

Miyuki chuckled and ruffled Eijun’s hair. “We should get this scent all over you. Test your focus during a match with outside stimulus. Hm?” And Miyuki leaned in close over Eijun’s ear, whispering his words so sweetly, but Eijun could only think of that new cologne.

Eijun felt his entire body tingle, and the two took the extra warm-up time to warm up in their own unique way before the game. Hands all over, and bodies pressed against each other, they had a nice adrenaline boost to get them through the game.

Except the tingling from the make-out session never disappeared. Eijun’s body felt on fire, and his performance suffered. An itch in his arm at the second would throw of his pitch, and ache in his legs ruined his at-bats. Within only a bit more than two innings and three lost runs, Eijun got switched for Kawakami early on.

His throat felt dry and he felt so damn itchy. His eyes wanted to stay shut and he could barely be upset ruining the game’s momentum for Seido when he could barely even see the dugout. Only when he took off his jersey to put on the shoulder pack did the coach notice the giant rash spreading over Eijun. Red and full of awful tiny bumps, Eijun felt horrified at his own skin. Nothing seemed to be melting off, but the horrible feeling skewed his perception of how it looked.

And Eijun almost screamed, had tried to scream, but his throat dried and could only get a startled yell out.

“B-b-boss, what is this?” And the sheer panic in his eyes explained to the others he had no idea that he had the issue as much as they did.

Rei'a calming presence entered the scene, and assured Eijun he would be fine before excusing them both to see a doctor. The team seemed understanding about Eijun’s poor pitching when news from the dugout reached the fielders, but they could only regain so much momentum. Eijun complained and whined the entire time to Rei that he should have done better, and that he should have done better despite and physical ailments. Rei nearly lost her wits in the short car ride to the doctor, partially because she had to explain to Eijun very carefully that no player should have to ruin their body for a single game. Eijun calms down, barely, took as deep a breath as he could with his scratchy throat, and let himself figure out what was wrong before throwing another fit.—“Allergies?” Kuramochi asked with his face full of rice.

Eijun looked like he would grind his jaw in frustration. “CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?! Allergies! ALLERGIES? I cost us a match and a chance to prove my worth because of something in the air! NYNYNYNYNYN!” Eijun felt pumped with anger at himself and his stupid rash, scratching his head in frustration.

“You did well, all things considered,” Furuya added, soft but serious enough to make it that much more of an annoying comment. “It was only three runs in two innings.”

Eijun turned his eyes into cat-like slits. “I really hate you sometimes, you know,” Eijun mumbled, head still between his clenched hands.

“Hey, hey, don’t beat it too much. The coach doesn’t think that’s your usual, and doesn’t think it reflects you much. It’s like Furuya said, you only lost three runs for someone who could barely wear a mitt.” Miyuki grinned, but it was flat and his eyes showed that he had something further to say but didn’t.

“Mmmmmm! But I don’t even know what it was! Pollen, grass, sun, food, and everything else was the same!” Eijun crossed his arms and continued to pout.

“Hyaha! Sucks to be you! If the coach thinks it’ll happen again, you won’t ever play!” Kuramochi “teased” even though that fear had not crossed Eijun’s mind yet.

The dead weight of failure hung in Eijun’s face and stomach. “Never … play …”

Haruichi jabbed Kuramochi in the side, frowning at him before turning to Eijun. “If it’s never happened before then it may never happen again. You should keep an eye out for anything that could have set off your reaction from the things today.”

Eijun sighed and nodded. “I think I’ll take a shower early. I’m in no condition to practice.” Not that Eijun wanted to shower when the slight fragrance of Miyuki’s cologne lingered on his skin. Eijun cast one more longing look at Miyuki before heading out of the cafeteria.

Taking out his phone, Eijun noticed the few bumps on his hand that had calmed in their itchiness. [Hey I’m about to shower. Meet in ur room? i miss your smell]

Eijun threw his phone on the charger and grabbed a new set of clothes for after his shower. The phone stayed on his bed, and he felt no need to take it if he would just do the usual Miyuki meet-up. All he wanted was a nice, refreshing bath to ease his skin so he could apply the new skin treatment the doctor prescribed to him.

Eijun enjoyed the feeling of the water on his skin, but left earlier than usual to get a head start into going to Miyuki’s room. The door was unlocked, and he let himself in while the other inhabitants stayed out to practice. Eijun felt plenty of relief just laying on Miyuki’s bed and nuzzling into the sheets. A fault scent of Miyuki lingered on them, but nothing so nice as the new cologne he got.

Okumura came in first of the roommates, glaring the moment he entered the room and saw Eijun. “Shouldn’t you be resting and taking something to get yourself back to normal? Or as normal as you could be.”

Eijun stuck his tongue out. “Well, wolf-boy, I can’t say there’s anything quite as being in my boyfriend’s bed,” Eijun half-sang out, raising on calf into the air as he squeezed a pillow and buried his face into it partially. Eijun hid his grin under the pillow when Okumura looked repulsed enough to look away.

“I don’t know what you see in each other,” Okumura muttered, but his cheeks were a bit brighter than before. Before Eijun had a chance to ask where Miyuki went after dinner, Okumura already left, probably wanting to not be around when the lovebirds decided to make out again. Okumura almost looked cute when he felt flustered, but Eijun pushed that thought away immediately.

Thirty minutes had gone without anyone else coming in, and Eijun felt irritated, mostly physically. He packed his prescription in his bag, and right when he reached for it Miyuki walked into the room.

“Eijun? Why are you here. I said you shouldn’t come tonight,” and Miyuki’s face held more concern than annoyance. “Did you forget to take your phone again?”

Eijun averted his guilty face. “I wanted to see you. I need some support and cuddles since Boss is going to kick me out of first string now.”

Miyuki shook his head as he walked over to his bed. “You can’t walk in like that! I needed to spray my room down with cleaning supplies!”

“Why? It looks clean and organized enough.”

“Because I sprayed the cologne on in here. Are you too dense to figure out that was what your reaction was to?”

Eijun’s heart sank and he felt a horrible feeling of dismay and outrage. “That can’t be right! It smelled so good! I wanted it for myself!”

“It’s literally the only thing that was different about today. And regardless about your complaints, I already threw it away. You’ll be forgiven by the coach when I promise him I found the source of your reaction and won’t preform like that again.”

“But you gotta find something that nice that doesn’t hurt me, okay, Kazu?” Eijun whined, subconsciously scratching at the bumps on his arms.

Miyuki took note, and took the box from the Eijun was not using to scratch himself. “I’ll find something better, if it matters so much. Now let’s put this on you,” Miyuki said as he shook the box. The ointment looked like a standard toothpaste container, and Miyuki wondered if Eijun couldn’t just take pills for that sort of thing. Either way, he oozed out a bit of the content onto two fingers. “Take off your shirt. It’s on your back, too?”

Eijun blushed and obeyed. “H-how do you want me?”

Miyuki laughed, not too loudly, but it was obvious Eijun was reading into it too much. “Just hold out your arm. I’ll start there first. Then you can just lay on your stomach.”

Miyuki seemed to go slower than necessary. He applied more to his hands when needed, and seemed to be massaging Eijun’s arms as he applied. Every bit of effected skin received a fair bit of the medicine, and Eijun admitted he enjoyed it. From the soothing touch of medicine doing its job, the small muscle massage, and to the fact that he received so much attention from his handsome lover warmed and relaxed Eijun.

“Hey! Don’t go to sleep yet! I haven’t gotten your back yet.”

“Mmnn! If I’m about to sleep now how am I supposed to stay awake while you rub my back?!” Eijun still decided to roll on Miyuki’s bed until he laid down.

“Oh? Who says you’re getting the same treatment on your back?” By tone alone Eijun could tell the smile wide grin had spread over Miyuki’s face. Worse still, Miyuki seemed to be in a truly teasing mood as he ran a devious hand along the known ticklish spots along Eijun’s back.

“Gya ha -ahha!” Not that the noises made any sense, because Eijun wanted to yell and laugh at one. “Miyuki Kazuya!”

Miyuki exhaled in what sounded like disappointment, but Eijun could tell he was still planning something. “I’ll behave. Don’t want to waste your medicine, at least.”

Miyuki kept his words. Skilled but rough hands worked over Eijun’s skin with tender care, which hyper focus on the idea of making sure every bit of the effected spots took in the medicine to the pores. Eijun kept in his noises, but he enjoyed his little free massage and the idea that Miyuki cared enough to do it. Eijun did not actually blame Miyuki at all, not when they had no way of knowing about any allergic reaction, but Eijun would never refuse his horrible boyfriend actually being sweet for once.

“No sleeping!” Miyuki punctuated his words with a small pinch on Eijun’s arm.

“Wha- You’re supposed to take care of me!”

“Hee, did I say that involved sleeping on my bed? I finished applying it, so head to your own room already! You’ll feel better in your own space, and so will I. I can do more on you tomorrow.”

“Mmmmm,” Eijun replied with a groggy pout as he sat back up. “Promise?”

Miyuki placed a hand on Eijun’s cheek and pulled him in for a brief kiss. “Promise. I’ll take care of making sure you get batter and finding out what in the cologne gave you a reaction. Now go to bed.”

Eijun sneaked in another kiss on Miyuki’s lips and smiled. “You’re not the best nurse, but I’m happy you’re taking care of me, Kazu.”