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[actualflamealchemist]

Harmless fun

@chiisaikintsukuroi​ (X)

“I have no problem explaining my boyfriend is a jerk and I had to climb the bookcase to get my book!” Ed argued, still stretching to try and get it. Straining, really, but he was still refusing to jump for it and was sure that Roy knew that. That kick to the leg was starting to sound better and better by the second. The tips of his fingers grazed the book cover again and Ed was about ready to really start making threats. Or actually withhold anything. He was ready with another argument before he felt Roy kiss him and looked back at the other, still stretched up.

….well that was just cheating. At everything. New plan, he was hitting Roy with the book when he got it back.

Roy knew when it was safe to cheat and when it wasn’t. Or maybe it was more a matter of he knew when it was worth it and when it wasn’t. Right now... WORTH IT. Sure he figured he was still going to earn himself a kick to the shins or a punch in the gut... or maybe even the silent treatment for a day, maybe two depending on just how angry he made Ed but it wasn’t every day that he was presented with an opportunity like this one.

He’d continue to hold the book over Ed’s head, but his other arm would wrap around him and draw him in more. Maybe if he could kiss him breathless, he’d forget about whatever retribution was in mind for this little prank. Roy would linger in it for a few moments more before finally releasing his boyfriend and stepping back, holding the book out to him. Yes, he made sure to step back enough that if there were an attack incoming, he might have a prayer of seeing it coming enough to lessen the blow.

“That wasn’t so bad now was it?”

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(From Maes - ltcolonelfamilyman in the ScienceandChemistry verse LOL) "Um Ed... have you been drinking? And who do I need to yell at for giving it to you?"

Ed felt like he was spacing out but blinked out of it when Maes spoke to him and frowned, “.....my head feels kinda like cotton, I haven’t had anything but the soda you guys are handin’ out though.” he felt pretty relaxed, actually, Ed was just very confused by it. He’d thought he was just getting sleepy and that was why he was spacing and having trouble focusing. It woudln’t be the first time, insomnia always was inconvenient. Ed started to stand up and felt the world tilt before stumbling back into his seat. There was more cotton in his head.

“.....the hell kind of soda are you guys serving at this thing?” he needed to stop agreeing to social events at the college campus.

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[actualflamealchemist]

“I am the excuse you give when you cannot follow the rules.”

The Devil’s Carnival 

“Well yeah, who else am I supposed to blame?” Roy laughed. “I was a model student and citizen before you decided to stroll into my life.” It was VERY clear he was joking. Honestly, Roy didn’t mind it one bit. Ever since Ed had become part of his life things were a lot more interesting. Sometimes it wasn’t exactly for the better, but usually it was, and that was more than fine. Things would never be perfect 100% of the time. 

Pretending to faint, Roy fell over Ed’s lap as they sat on the couch, purposely disrupting whatever Ed had chosen to study of his collection that day. “You’ve absolutely corrupted me...” he breathed, playing it up and being as overly dramatic as possible. 

[actualflamealchemist]

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Send me a 🎵 and I'll put my music on shuffle. The next song that plays will be our song for killing zombies.

“Alexa, play Resident Evil mix...”

Heathens - Twenty-One Pilots starts to play as Roy loads up the game in the PS4 and he tosses a controller to Ed.

“You ready to kick the crap out of some zombies?”

[actualflamealchemist]

You’re Really Mine?

@chiisaikintsukuroi (X)

“Your luck turned around then, right? I mean I’m still here, aren’t I?” he leaned back against Roy a little and just let himself be held. Which, admittedly, was also really nice. Ed didn’t know any details about Roy’s previous attempts at dating, or no specific ones anyways, but had always assumed that there were misses. Just like with him. Or anyone, for that matter.

Ed was quiet a moment and glanced back and up towards the other, face still a little warm, “So, should I expect hearing that kind of comment every now and then? Or the tone that you used for that?” he wasn’t bothered by it, but he’d like to know to expect it now and then, “….If I do I’ll wanr you right now, I get first dibs to deck anyone annoying me bad enough, you’ll have to wait in line for that one.”

There was a very clear laugh as he settled against the blond. “Definitely turned around... considering the one time I actually tried I was shot down cold...” He hadn’t told Ed about what had happened with Hughes, for good reason. The last thing he wanted was to make things weird all around. Roy knew that a lot of people saw him as a bit of a ‘lady’s man’ but that was only because most females seemed to find his awkwardness adorable... and he had no interest aside from friendly so he’d always just had an easier time dealing with it.

When he’d been called out on his tone though, Roy felt his face get warm. “Well, I’d like to say it won’t happen again, but I know better than to...” he replied, a bit of a nervous cadence to his voice. “I mean, I’m only human right?” Nuzzling into Ed’s soft hair a bit, Roy couldn’t help pressing a slight kiss to his boyfriend’s (Oh man that thought still had butterflies flitting about in his stomach) head. “Can’t make any promises on the dibs either... more likely going to end up being a case of someone meeting both of our fists at the same time...”

[actualflamealchemist]

“I need you to help me reach the top shelf.”

“I need you” starters // Accepting

“Actually admitting you need help for once?” Roy laughed as he came into the living room to see Ed trying to get a book on the top shelf of his book case. Truth be told he was actually glad Ed was finally letting up a little and realizing he didn’t have to do everything himself. Sure, this time it was just asking for help with a book on a shelf, but it was a start and he’d take it.

Reaching up, he slid the book out of it’s place but he still held it out of the blond’s reach. “But what do I get in return for helping hmm?” he asked, shit eatin’ grin on his face knowing Ed was very likely going to deck him for teasing him like this, but he couldn’t resist.

[actualflamealchemist]

Who Do You Need When You Come Undone?

@chiisaikintsukuroi (X)

A choked noise left him, a weak attempt to laugh like it was a bad joke, “No I’m not…..I’m a fucking mess.” he mumbled, turning his head and pressing his face against Roy. To hide, to muffle himself and pretend he wasn’t crying, Ed didn’t know. He didn’t care anymore either, not about that, “I’m exhausted….. school has tests coming up and keeps mentioning nothing but college, I keep trying to pick up as many shifts as I can at work, and get things taken care of and make sure Al is okay but….” but it just was never enough.

“I can’t…..” every day he felt his body wearing out more and more, it was a miricle no one had called the cops on him yet for it. Teachers were worrying and he tried harder to hide things. Sometimes he slipped, and was quick to change it around others and brush off. But it was getting harder. The lies still came easy but people were starting to watch closer. The act had to be held up better and longer. Ed owed a lot to the Rockbells with Pinako standing in where she could but he didn’t want them to get into trouble. More than they already would be for helping hide it.

How much longer until someone figured it out and called someone?

Ed felt his chest heave again with a sob he choked himself on, “I can’t……..I can’t anymore but no one else is going to be there to pick up if I don’t…He….” he squeezed his eyes shut, “……..He won’t come home…….he’s never come home. Not since I was twelve……”

His stomach knotted saying it lout. Admitting it. Hell if it wasn’t for monthly checks showing up Ed would have thought the bastard had walked out on them for good. No phone calls, no letters checking in, impossible to get a hold of. There were times Ed had tried, when things had gotten really bad, when Al had gotten sick, when he needed to go stand in court and talk about one of the worst nights of his life….never an answer. Just a voice mail that Ed had filled up once with desperate calls and he never tried again.

The man came home once, for barely two weeks, and was gone back to work, or wherever he was. Just like that, like they didn’t really matter. Like he didn’t care. Ed was sure he didn’t now, he tried believing their mom when she told them otherwise, tried to believe like Al did that he’d be home if they just waited. He couldn’t do it anymore, he had to step up where the useless bastard couldn’t, and now he couldn’t even do that.

“I’m trying, I can’t do it anymore, but if I don’t no one else will……”

Roy wouldn’t let go of him, not for a moment, letting him sob it all out if need be. He’d seen how hard things were on Ed, questioned to himself why he put himself through so much. Of course he’d had his suspicions but he’d never felt it was his place to ask... even now he didn’t think it was... not until Ed started mentioning ‘he’ and ‘him’ and how he wasn’t around, how he hadn’t come home... hadn’t since he was twelve...

The pieces started to click. All of the time Ed spent working when most his age couldn’t be bothered... how he doted and worried over his brother... Why he always looked so tired.

Still not letting him go, Roy only allowed himself to pull back enough to look at Ed. “Wait... are you trying to tell me that you and Alphonse have been alone there for the last five years?” The shock was almost as prevalent in Roy’s voice as the concern. “Ed... why... why? Why haven’t you told anyone? Why do this to yourself?”

Roy’s heart broke even more. He remembered how it had been for his father and he was an adult. Even he hadn’t been able to handle it... how had Ed done it all of this time? There was no way that Roy could let him keep doing this to himself, but what could he do? He was only a college student himself, not much older than the blond now breaking in his arms. He hadn’t even been able to keep it together without years of therapy when his parents had... when... when... when his father had killed his mother and then himself. What good would he be to Ed? Roy didn’t even know where to begin to try and figure any of this out.

“Ed... I... I...” he stammered, tripping over his own tongue. He wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to do it alone, wanted to tell him that he’d help him... but he didn’t know if even he could, despite his best intentions and desire. He hated seeing Ed like this, hated knowing that so much was resting on those shoulders... and there wasn’t a damn thing he could think of to do about it except just hold him while his world seemed to be falling apart. “I... I want to help... I don’t know how but... please...”

[actualflamealchemist]

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“Ed...” Reaching out, Roy pulled the blond in and held him tight, closing his eyes and just... he didn’t want to let him go. “Are... are you sure about this?” They’d been dancing around this for how long now? Sure, Roy had already told Ed that he wanted to be with him... but... did he dare believe he wasn’t dreaming?