S T R A Y
shipping meme
Taking in strays is, all in all, an understandable vice. The dips in between their ribs, those large and forlorn eyes, they can help you forget the claws and the teeth and the danger lurking beneath fur. But the habit's a knife edge; your efforts may not be rewarded with kindness (animal instincts aren't discretionary) and you may get bit despite what you've overlooked. A stray doesn't care about pity. All it can know is survival.
These warnings apply to strays of the more human(oid) sort, too.
But what may even more perilous with this type than any drawn blood is what you can get when they grow to trust you. You can earn their undying loyalty...or their love. Either from such a wild thing is a precarious path to go down, if you allow yourself to do it.
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- ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ — Who's that? They're no ordinary passersby! Were they in an accident? Are they foreign? ...should you approach them?
- ʀᴀɪɴ, ʀᴀɪɴ, ɢᴏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ — The elements make this night no time to sleep out of doors.
- ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ — Cuts, broken bones, injuries all of sorts...you have to stitch them back up, then make sure they don't get any
- ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ — It's all you can do to show gratitude to the person who took you in. Fix them a meal, care for their house, whatever you can do once you're able.
- ʙᴀᴅ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ — FUCK THIS PERSON AND FUCK THEIR COUCH. You didn't ask to be brought here. Let them clean up after you, you don't even care.
- ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ? — How you got into this situation is a mystery. Even more of a mystery is your identity, and why the person you were would be so displaced.
- sᴇʟғʟᴇssɴᴇss —
- ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ — If you've been injured badly enough or can't remember all too well, you might have to relearn a good deal. Luckily, you have a helping hand.
- sᴄᴀʀs — Scars from the encounter that lead you here or scars from prior, you don't want them to see either. You still have your secrets to keep.
- sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ — Ugh, your house guest is so stubborn! They always get up when they should be resting, have the worst habits, and completely disrespect your home! You'll get to them, one way or another. Or you'll throw them out. You don't want to, but you will.
- ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ — Bad memories or nightmares wreck you; your host and nurse comes to your side unexpectedly.
- ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄʟᴀsʜ — The person who's taken you in is from a different culture or lifestyle than you, and adapting is harder than you thought.
- ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ — Think learning about a new culture is hard? Try being a different species. Can you keep your little eccentricities at bay for the good of your station?
- ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ — Now that your emotions towards your caretaker/host/jailer are softening, you're finding yourself unusually jealous of those in their life who were close to them before.
- ɴᴇᴡ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛɪᴇs — You never thought you'd have fun after all that's happened, yet such simple gestures as a picnic or a movie make all the difference.
- ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ — You love them, this person who's taken you in or this person you've found. It's not a pity or a thankfulness, it's love, and you know that now. What you choose to do with this information is
- ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ — Suddenly, the person who's been so nice to you finds out that the two of you have a history. You killed their loved ones or caused something terrible. How can they forgive you?
- ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ — So much has been done for you. The least you can do in return for the one who helped you at your lowest is make sure they never have such a low point.
- ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ — Anyone in the way of getting to you will be destroyed, and that includes the person you're staying with.
- ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ — You've been given a home, maybe which you've never had before. You don't want to leave.
- ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ — Not only are you living with them, but you're starting a proper life with them.
- ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟ — All secrets are laid out on the table. You've decided to tell about your past and what lead you here.
- ʀᴇᴠᴜʟsɪᴏɴ — What you've done and who you are is so heinous, they want nothing more to do. You're to leave their home and leave them alone.
- ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ — It doesn't matter what they've done. You've opened your home and your heart to them, and nothing's changed.
- ᴘᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ — All things must come to an end. No matter what you feel for each other, it's time to leave. Hopefully, you'll see each other again.
- ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ — Come what may, you've decided to stay at your new home with the person you love. Now, it's safe enough to do so.
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bakerstreet2017-10-22 07:48 pm
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Aaaa, but you're very attractive. The scruffy look, you know.
I figured if I just thought you were cute and stood aside, I'd be happy enough just working with you.
[He hums, closing his eyes.]
I guess I was a masochist.
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[Still, his standards were too low.]
... is... is that why you brought me that stupid, pointless introductory gift?
[He's a little overwhelmed by the idea that, for all his scheming and planning, Toshinori just- liked him? Before Shouta had ever stopped to decide he liked him first? Had he actually fallen into the other's trap? It's ruining his self-image as a creepy, lovesick stalker!]
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My standards are too low? Have you seen what's left of me?
[........ That sounded way harsher than intended. Cough.]
I couldn't at least be your friend if I didn't get past you disliking me. I thought a gift would help. Granted, I probably would have gotten you something anyway... There was a lot more than just formality put into it, regardless...
[He's practically muttering like Midoriya.]
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So you've always had this habit of worrying about things pointlessly. [There's another gentle pet of Toshinori's hair. Never mind that, had he done anything remotely like a confession back then, Shouta would have doubtlessly turned him down. It would have been just as easy as rejecting the gift. More than rejecting it that time, that's what he feels a bit bad about.]
As for what's left of you, though... [That other hand shifts, now, tracing down the length of his leg as far as his arm will allow.] Objectively, it's not what people would consider attractive. [He'd acknowledged that time and time again.]
... Attraction isn't something that works logically for me, though. [He sounds a bit ashamed admitting it. It was a bit easier to swallow that he was illogical while in love. Love made plenty of people act irrationally. Attraction seemed more like it should be wired into the body and his failing to do so for years was just another oddity.] When I have feelings for someone it simply... happens. By the time I'd realized my feelings, this was how you looked most of the time. [he drags his hand back, tracing a finger along the inside of Toshinori's thigh, stopping a bit higher than before, resting his hand on the dip caused by sharp hip bones.]
... So, I've only ever thought about you like this. [He's embarrassed of his own irrationality but not of the fact he loved Toshinori's body. He can meet the other's eyes when he says it. There's not quite the intensity behind it as his earlier moments but there's no uncertainty to his tone.]
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He swallows hard. His injury site is tender, aching, the scarring a constant pulling reminder. Now that he doesn't change form, it never hurts nearly as much as it did then. Now it just speaks to him in a little voice: look how far you fell. But he stamps down that ever-constant voice of self-doubt, the one that sounds suspiciously like him when it calls him pathetic.
At least Shouta likes him as he is. That's... worth something.]
And I'm the masochist.
[He doesn't get it, much like Shouta doesn't get it.
But.
He reaches and pulls Aizawa's hand into his own, his fingers dwarfing the others.]
Usually, I just imagined us doing things like this, this last month.
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I mean, mostly. I did dream about us in a hospital bed.
While I was in one.
But to be fair to me, I also dreamed about you folding balloon cats at the time.
I was... heavily medicated.
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... I imagine that would have been pretty inconvenient, with the oxygen mask. Did you also dream that I was kind enough to let you take it off?
[The teasing comment lets him ignore the fact that he's just as bad as Toshinori. A lot of his thoughts were just little gestures. He could come up behind Toshinori and hug him when he was prepping meals. He could wrap his arms so easily around Toshinori's skinny frame as they slept. He could kiss him. Since that much had seemed impossible, the sexual parts were more few and far between. They were there, a Pandora's box that hadn't been opened since his late teens, but it's a bit- nice, to know their desires could match up.]
[And he was absolutely as much of a masochist as Toshinori. He just occasionally got to flip to the other side of the coin.]
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[He's genuinely trying to remember this dream from, like, weeks ago.]
It's no good. I just remember balloon animals, mostly...
[He has gotten one of Shouta's hands in his larger ones, fidgeting and fretting with it absently, as if he's entirely forgotten the intimacy behind hand-holding in general -- only, it's still got its own charm, as he smooths his hands over fingers and kneads carefully at the front of his palm. He stops massaging to blink.]
... Ah, the tea.
[He says as he doesn't budge an inch.
... What, it's comfortable down here.]
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[Not that he's making and bold movements to do so right now. He seems content to let the other mess around with his hand. For being so standoffish normally, here he's entirely pliable. A distant, far-off part of his brain reminds him of work he'll have to do or the generally low level of productivity he's been maintaining these months. He'd expected to double-down twice as hard on his work once he was rejected. Now he has to reconsider his schedule entirely.]
[Going out to do hero work at night didn't sound as practical when he knew there was a spot in a bed for him.]
We can re-heat it later, if you want. [For as much as he would worry about his work, he didn't need to toss that on Toshinori. It's their first day- dating? In a relationship? As lovers? So he could stay as comfortable as he liked.]
... I want to make up for the time we didn't spend like this. [He admits, more softly. Because, from what they've been saying... they could have spent the entire last two months with little sentimental gestures like this. They were both interested. God, they're both idiots.]
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Make up for time... We're both idiots...
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It makes his stomach flutter, and he hasn't even asked.]
What, uh. Do you imagine...?
I mean, what do you like? What do you want from -- this?
[Because Toshinori, he's... pretty damn easy to please. The fact that he's not alone in his home and has someone to lay his hand on, that's already something he never considered in a million years that he'd get. He had been... complacent with his lot in life. Romantic feelings sure do strike at the most unlikely times -- he's already how old now, and he's in -- puppy love, he's sure most call this.]
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... I like this. [He'll admit. It's a big question, probably one he should have had an answer prepared for. He didn't, though, and as the more experienced person in the relationship he feels he should answer.]
I suppose I'd like all of the normal things you'd find in a relationship. Ah, although, [he makes a face] I don't really like going out. [Does he even have to say that? Shouldn't that be obvious already.] ... if you really wanted to, I could manage. [He can imagine Hizashi's disapproving face if he never took Toshinori on a proper date. It shouldn't have an effect on the relationship but he can acknowledge how the absence of that sort of thing makes it look... insincere.]
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... and I'm happy sharing your bed in both interpretations. I can be patient, though, I won't attack you in your sleep or anything.
[His fingers curl a bit, brushing against the hand that holds them. It's a lot more indirect than his earlier flexibility proposition because, to be honest, he didn't want Toshinori to agree just because it was expected.]
... Unless that's easier for you.
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He wonders if he'll ever trust himself and Shouta enough with the big secrets. What happened in Kamino, truly. What Midoriya is to him. How he was born Quirkless. So many things... But also, he wants to ask plenty about Shouta, too. All of that is, very quickly, tunneled out of thought, shoved out of the way by SEX in big neon letters.]
I'm not really sure what I even like, at this point...
But -- what's a hero if he doesn't actually try leaping into action?
[He flexes a noodly arm, looking up and solidifying his place as 'nerd' in this relationship.]
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Don't feel like you have to rush for my sake. [A hero who rushes into something just for the action would usually just end up getting hurt, or getting in the way. He would hate to see what the equivalent would be for a relationship. However, if just both of their bodies were to move without thinking... well, that would be pretty heroic. Wouldn't it.]
So long as you figure out what you like with me, I'm satisfied. I asked for you, after all. [Well, more accurately, he asked to own a piece of him. That also ties in with just wanting his attention in general. So, Toshinori should find out what he wants with him. Still, there's no way he's going to say something like "look at me" "touch me" or "do anything you want to me."]
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Plan A!
How about... we eat some leftovers, watch some television, and then... we do the same thing we did last night -- but a do-over. Different attempt.
[He curls long fingers in the black fabric of Shouta's shirt hem. Admittedly, he's -- wanted to see him under all that black. It was an alarming thought at first, but like all persistent thoughts, it became a routine desire. Really, Shouta was definitely well built. Definitely. He probably looks wonderful.]
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A do-over, huh? That's fine by me. [He could enjoy it a little more. Ah, he should have gotten less sleep last night. What if he's too alert during it? Well, even if he just lays there awake, it'll be more satisfying and less nerve-destroying. Maybe he'll wrap his arms around him... it'd certainly be easy enough to do, considering how slim his torso was, now.]
[And it Toshinori wants it to be different in that Shouta's shirtless, he'll have to ask. It's not going to come to mind naturally.]
You're going to have to find some other way to cling to me while we're eating, you know. [He doesn't sound too upset by the idea that Toshinori might keep clinging to him, though. If anything, his comment is less a judgement and more an assignment.]
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I have a boyfriend?
It's not wholly awkward, though. He sits and flips to some completely over the top cooking show -- Toshinori will never not laugh and enjoy really ridiculous dramatic reality shows either -- and there's some feeling of released tension in every gesture that isn't steeped in unresolved, hidden feelings. The tea is a little cold, but it tastes pretty damn good in the wake of everything that's happened since this morning.
I have a boyfriend...!
He only excuses himself closer to bedtime to take something that helps him sleep and apply a little scar ointment to his old wound; it pulls and itches sometimes, especially when he's trying to get comfortable. It's all things Shouta is probably at least a little familiar with, though he's never let him see the full process. Because he can't. Can't show him... that. This. The scarring, the crater in his side that feels like weakness. Reconstructed ribs, sewn together and thinning muscle over bone, missing breast that misshapes him...
He wonders if he can just hide it forever.
Or until Nighteye's vision.
The thought makes him shudder.
By the time he returns, he's in a thin and flimsy nightshirt (one of All Might's, if one had to assume) and sweats, looking a little exhausted on his feet. Sometimes a lot's taken out of him, depending on the day, and when he stumbles out of the bedroom bathroom, he looks like a kid woken up out of a dead sleep, hollowed eyes barely open.]
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[Despite being clingy (relatively), he doesn't intrude on Toshinori's space. He feels a bit cold, but it's time to turn his phone on again and deal with the wave of notifications from Mic. He needed to establish, after all, that the long delay in replies was not him stealing the ex-Number One Hero's virginity. It had only been a day!]
[He can tell Mic that there's plenty of time for that sort of thing, even though he knows he's lying.]
[Just knowing about that sort of thing meant he was closer to Toshinori than others. That's what he wanted. He could calmly say they were dating, they were boyfriends, lovers, but to think of being that intimate was what made his heart flutter. He would get to see expressions no one else ever would. His first and only relationship. The first person he'd thought about like that. Ah, he was terrible but maybe Toshinori liked him terrible.]
[Which is why he's completely unashamed to be wearing one of Toshinori's shirts with his sweatpants for sleeping. When did he even grab it. A part of him wonders if Toshinori will even notice, with how drowsy he looks. Still... that's sort of cute, in its own way.]
Ah. [he wants to tease him, a little, but instead he just gestures] Come over here. [He'll save the teasing for when he looks a little more awake. They can just settle down in bed for now.]
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... Sorry...
[He laughs, more a breath really, and presses his face against his own shirt.
Guy is totally unaware. The exhaustion had started reading clearly on him an hour ago.]
I was supposed to make this a better deal for you...
[How lame, that he can barely stay awake right now.]
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Did I say I was dissatisfied? [There was no sign of that when they ate, or during the show, or now. Well, maybe the fact his face was usually disapproving at best. That was why it was important to say so, even if the person hearing it was an exhausted mess.]
... I like getting to see you like this. [He traces his hand down, resting it on the back of the other's neck, a small, possessive gesture.]
Really, Toshinori... [A pause, a teasing smile.] You're the cute one. [Anything he did? Paled in comparison to this.]
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He's never rested so much in his goddamn life.
... But he could get far more used to it, if it's like this.
He'd apologize for being so bony and cold, but...
He falls asleep.]
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It's a slow blink, one that happens at 5 am, just before any waking up needs to even happen. Dreams are fresh on his mind -- no balloon animals this time -- but it hadn't been as pleasant as he hoped. It was an awful dream, one where he had imagined all of yesterday, one where he had encountered Aizawa at school and he'd coldly turned his shoulder away. It's with seeing him all over again that he relaxes and breathes sweet relief. It was real. Or it is, present tense, and actually -- it's good to see Shouta actually sleeping.
Normally, anyway.
There were plenty of mornings where he'd get up and Shouta was red-eyed and scraggly, looking like he'd never turned the television off to begin with. With that image in mind, he stares at the sleeping hero. A soft him escapes him. With some hesitance, he shifts under the blanket, dragging his hand over the firm muscle of Shouta's back; it's pretty obvious under the thin fabric of an All Might shirt. He's never really felt -- the desire to feel anyone like that, not without jest to himself, but Shouta sort of changed up that whole concept.
It was okay to caress a sleeping lover, right? He doesn't want to be a creep.
All Might definitely prided himself on not being a creep.]
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[... not that he's unhappy with how it is. With Toshinori asleep he can end up snuggling closer, getting himself further tangled in the other's arms, one leg settles firmly between the other's, until there's barely a place they're not touching. He plants another kiss on the older hero's forehead, blissfully unaware of the rudeness he's enacting in a dream.]
[And he avoids any nightmare of his own by sleeping in small chunks. He's drifted off by the time Toshinori opens his eyes again, breathing slowly and steadily. He shifts slightly under the touch, still staying within the other's grasp. There's a lot of muscle that never gets exposed due to the drab and loose nature of Eraserhead's hero outfit. Shouta would say that's part of its function, as no one expected him to be able to do what he did from appearance.]
[His eyelids flutter a bit, then...]
[... stay closed. Even as his awareness sharpens and he can feel the touch of the other's palm against his back, he'll pretend to sleep a while longer. It's an entirely natural curiosity, to want to know how one's lover acts while you're asleep. That's Shouta's argument, at least.]
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