#i would live to add more but my brain is fried

[bucked-it-up]

806 felt so completely disjointed to me. all the bucktommy scenes we got leading up to that last one were happy; them on a date, Buck realising that 'oh maybe I do love him', Tommy looking so happy to see him at the beginning of that end scene, and then... flipping to that breakup, out of nowhere, with no context or reasoning or foreshadowing at all...

not to mention the RAMPANT biphobia throughout the episode (Maddie's commentary about Abby "turning men gay" and telling Josh that "buck slept with Tommy's fiance" (insinuating that Buck - the ONLY BISEXUAL ON THE SHOW - cheated/helped Abby cheat), Tommy's breakup speech including things like Buck not knowing what he wants (right after Buck made it very clear that he DOES actually know what he wants) because Tommy's his "first, not your last" and utterly dismissing what Buck had to say about that whole situation.

Yes it can be read as Tommy getting spooked by Buck going 0-100 on the moving in thing, IF Tommy hadn't already stayed after Buck went 0-100 "come with me to my sister's wedding" on their SECOND DATE. It can be read as Tommy having baggage and self-sabotaging before he can get hurt, IF there had been any threads of that being dropped throughout the episode prior to that moment.

in the end it really felt like "oh Tommy just remembered his boyfriend isn't Fully Gay, so there's a Chance that Buck will leave/cheat/break Tommy's heart to be with a woman again so we'll just cut this off now" and that... that is a slap in the face.

and now that Lou has not been asked to return for the rest of season 8, it looks like we're not going to get any kind of closure on this, and Oliver wants to go back to the good ol fuckboi Buck days (that NONE OF US have missed or want to see again) after spending MONTHS talking about how badly he wants Buck to settle down and find his person and be at ease with himself etc. after MONTHS of promising to do this storyline justice, it was an ACTIVE CHOICE to take this route and take it in the most biphobic, stereotypical, cruelest way possible.

I'm done with it. I'll take spoilers on the rest of the season to keep up with the ensemble but I find that I can't trust Tim Minear or Oliver Stark to do Buck justice anymore.

they should have picked some random new guy for this role if this was how they wanted to play the story out. not Tommy. not Lou. he didn't deserve any of this or any of the hate he got for just trying to put his heart into his work.

911 is no longer a comfort show. what was the goal here? to remind us that queer men don't get to be happy? what was the point? I'm heartbroken. I'm angry. I just. I'm tired.

I agree with all of this, also in a way I'm angry that as fans we went through so much shit fighting for this relationship and they couldn't even end it respectfully.

I'm just tired. And I don't know what to think. It was meant to be a rom com. This doesn't feel like that.

[rokishimizu4]

Harley (Fucken) Quinn’s girls’ night out!

(I love Harley to the moon and back! But I have a special chapter for her when my story comes out, that I refuse to spoil!)

When Selina called her to inform her that Wonder Woman would be joining them, which she then had inform Dinah and Ivy, she was both super excited and nervous. (Since she used to have a big lesbian crush on Wonder Woman)

It took less time for Selina and Diana to show up than it took for Harley to set out more booze and order another batch of junk food. But before she could say something stupid, Ivy stepped in and got everyone settled down

”Pardon the intrusion, but Cat Woman informed me of a party only for the females and I wished to invite myself to partake in the festivities.” Diana explains as she finishes dragging Selina into Harley, and sometimes Ivy’s when they weren’t arguing over Harley being a sometimes hero, and towards the beanbags.

”No problem girly! The more, the merrier!” Harley returns the joy, pleased with herself when she didn’t stutter like a school girl.

”Honestly, I was hoping that Diana would be joining us, Ollie was telling me about the strangest kidnapping attempt just a few days ago. I’m kind of disappointed that I missed it.” Dinah chuckles as she picks up her wine glass and takes a sip of the dark red liquid.

”Oh yeah! Something about an attempted poisoning and a drug dealer getting her shit rocked by a thing of goop!” Harley adds, as she seen the thing on the news and became interested when she learned that the woman was actually attempting to the sell the kids to some couple at the gala, at least according to theories from certain rouges.

”Yes, speaking of that incident, Diana has some questions for you darling.” Selina gets straight to the point as she pours herself a tall glass of red wine and drowns it, knowing that she might as well be tipsy for this.

Harley stuffs a thing of nachos in her mouth, before turning to Diana (who was also devouring a whole box of Meat lovers Pizza and drinking from a can of cheap beer, as if she hasn’t eaten anything all day) and giving a her a look.

”Excuse me, it has been quite a week of searching for any leads to the mysterious child of goop and the warriors that follow it. It also takes a lot of energy to contact the Olympians to seek guidance and wisdom.” She excuses herself as she takes the napkin offered to her, and wipes the grease and crumbs off of her lips and hands.

”I was hoping to seek your wisdom Dr. Quinzel, as a woman trained in the mind.”

Harley blinks, and blinks once more before she realizes that Wonder Woman, The Wonder Woman, was asking for her professional help as a psychiatrist. ‘This is the best night of my life.’

”Hold up, I got to get my professional glasses on! And my notebook!”

Cue Selina, Dinah, Ivy, and a slightly drunk Nora Fries, clinging to the sides of walls, furniture, and other objects to get out of Dr. Quinzel’s way (Not wanting to be ran over or be dragged into a therapy session.)

Ivy and Selina grab and moves the table of food closer to their side of the living room/Kitchen area, as soon as Harley comes back in with her glasses on, her blonde (with some reds and blues dyed in) tied up in a ponytail, comfy pjs on, and a huge notebook in hand.

”Sorry that we can’t do this in a more professional setting, but I know that these girls can keep a secret. Well as long as it doesn’t bring harm to Nora and Selina, or Ivy.”

”Yes, I believe that the women you surround yourself with are trustworthy friends, and the advice I seek might benefit them as well. As I believe it is best to get more opinions into the matter at hand.”

Diana then goes onto to explain the warning her mother gave her and what her and the JL have been experiencing for the past few months: From the strange message on a copper spider to Luther asking the JL for safety for himself and his personal staff.

Cue a mix of fierce determination, fear, and just WTF that sparks a realization in Harley’s PHD brain.

Cue her spending the rest of the night creating a timeline, including the information that Nora gave her in a private session (aka weird people asking about Dr. Fries experiments and his knowledge on Cryogenic technology, and how long someone could last inside a Cryotube), which she made sure to keep private.

It takes a few more rounds of drinks and food before the rest of the ladies pass out (from the alcohol or exhaustion, she didn’t question it) and for Harley to set up a private meeting with the Riddler and Scarecrow (both who were still in Gotham Asylum for….reasons).

Harley checks her notebook one more time, before she carefully puts into her bulletproof, lock breaking proof, explosion proof, safe and locks it up for tomorrow afternoon, before taking a double shot of straight vodka.

’Life was soooo much easier as a supervillain. But, being under John Doe’s thumb was a lot worse.’

[spiritually-a-blorb]

in light of me being a little silly, a little sillier, and finally reaching my silliest peak, I would like to introduce my favorite cringefail loser and give you headcannons about him

- Lester still had slightly purple veins after the possession. it was barely noticeable, but his blood, and therefore his veins, were a little darker. he just never points this out

- Lester had a little bit of a scuffle trying to get to California in the burning maze, and he literally never told anyone. just as a little silly. this is why he wanted maple lemon cronuts. he got in a fight at some random bakery (beacuse he wanted to get food for everyone) and he managed to snag food for everyone but himself

- Apollo visits Sweet on America, the place Sally used to work, and he'll get different candies his kids like, or he thinks they'll like. he is surprisingly successful at this, and now he keeps candy on his person at all times, like a grandma does

- Lester's complaints about memory loss were valid, for one. but the second thing? just for a lil spice, I think trying to access those memories hurts him just a little, enough for the brain to try and block those memories out. that's why his memory is super faulty. his brain is literally working against him

- Lester is checked over by Meg after every fight they have after The Big Stab™️, and she feels extra guilty when she finds out how tarquin was turning him into a zombie

- Lester was separated from Meg in a crowd once, while they were getting to the Tower of Nero. he flipped his ever-loving shit and proceeded to yell her name so loud he broke a window. Meg never got separated from him again

- Meg will do this thing where she will mispronounce words on purpose beacuse she knows that it annoys Lester. Lester eventually uses those mispronounciations in multiple haikus, and presents them to Meg in a written and stage performance. Meg has never been so annoyed and so touched in her life once she remembers that those were her mispronounciations. she then demands financial compensation for her words being used in said haikus

- Apollo (post ToA) does actually help herophile start some game shows. he gets her a nice setup and everything, and she soon becomes well known for her successful shows, both on normal channels and Hephestus TV.

- Meg eventually goes out and sees the ToA books on some bookstore shelves, and buys the entire series. she gets a lot of secondhand embarrassment due to Lester sometimes, but she enjoys re-living some good memories with her dummy. plus she likes hearing what the Arrow of Dodona actually had to say.

- Conversely, Apollo literally shrivels up in a ball when he finds out that Meg read the entire book series. he just lays there with his hands over his face while his kids swarm Meg to get her to show them the books. Apollo does not want to live through that, but he stays as they read the entire story. they all end up in a massive cuddle pile by the end

- Eventually, Artemis meets Meg. she kinda likes her by the end, but is somewhat jealous of the sibling relationship she has with Apollo. Apollo just likes seeing his two sisters get along. Meg, however, is a little conflicted as well. This is her annoying dummy, and someone else telling Apollo that, even in jest, grates on her a little (unless he deserved it. then she adds on)

- Apollo really likes fries. The big reason is they are cheap, and he would get a meal with the money they had at some gas station or fast food place, and give Meg the meal and just eat (and share) the fries. He did this right up to The Burning Maze, but only beacuse Aloe Vera kinda snitched on him to Grover. Aloe Vera only found out when she saw him climbing back down into the maze to eat the strawberries.

- Meg was super upset when she found out about the fry thing. Apollo insisted he was fine, and that he didn't need as much food as her, since she was still growing. She was a little more mad when she realizes she had been growing food that was meant to help in combat, and Apollo had to double back to get some, or he went hungry.

[mediocreanomaly]

May we have Vashwood x reader part 3 please?

Authors Note: my poor anon you've been sitting in the box but I shall release you.

Sorry guys! I was super busy and then I put a bunch of work into a DnD Campaign so my creative brain was fried a bit then I got sick and then my hands got messed up from saving my cat from a dog attack and- I'm rambling! Sorry for the long wait is what I mean! Enjoy!

Other Parts Here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 3 (Alt. End)

Vashwood x Reader Soulmate Au Pt.3

No. No absolutely not is your first thought, your second thought being I'm going to kick these idiots ass.

"Are you listening doll face?" The man, who's name is presumably "Nick" says.

It's quiet besides the blood rushing in your ears. Everyone in town is probably asleep or close to it by now and these two just keep watching you like you're supposed to know how to react to this, like this is remotely a normal situation to be in.

"Did we break them? I told you it was too much! You never listen to me" the spikey one pouts. They seem comfortable with each other, you wonder how long they've been together. You suppose it makes sense that if they had found each other first they wouldn't have thought to look for you, having multiple soulmates was rare and considering you did everything in your power to stay out of trouble it tracked that a third soulmate would be nearly undetectable, maybe you should have gotten hurt more often...no that was stupid these two had certainly caused enough pain for the three of you.

"We didn't break them just give them a second they're thinking, Jesus spikey are you the reason they say blondes are dumb?"

"Hey!"

The two men bicker and you notice that they're different in a lot of ways right off the bat. Blonde and black hair, blue and brown eyes, light and tan skin, it almost makes you wonder how you're supposed to play in here. How in the grand scheme of things the universe chose you to stand next to these, frankly, very bizarre (and handsome) men. You need to say something, you need to voice your concerns your hopes your worries-

"I hate you" It's all you can really think to say. In a way it's true and in more ways it's not. Be that as it may with all the emotions flooding through you right now on top of the fact that they've revealed themselves in the most unorthodox way possible it's making it hard to express what you actually feel clearly. Something along the lines of "you two made my life a living hell for such a long time I wanted to kill you but I've matured since then but that doesn't take away the childhood that got stripped from me but I also understand it's most likely not your fault and the fact that there's two of you makes more sense but also gives me 100 more questions-" would probably be more accurate. but "I hate you" is what ends up coming out your mouth.

"You...what?" you flinch. You weren't exactly ready for that to be asked in the most heart shattering tone in the world and when you glance up to see the blonde wears an expression akin to that of a kicked puppy you feel regret creep through your veins.

"Vash they don't mean that, I said mean shit too when we found out" Nick huffs. Ah so the kicked puppy's name is Vash good to know- ah...hang on a moment..

"Vash?" you repeat, "Vash like....like Vash the Stampede?" you say dumbly, but there was no way the man you had nearly made cry from one sentence was the Vash the Stampede that was plastered on every god forsaken wanted poster across Gunsmoke

This catches his attention, the wounded look turning into something more wide eyed like a man who's forgotten to turn off the oven at home.

"We never even introduced ourselves!" he says in alarm, brushing himself off as if it'll cause a redo of the entire situation.

"Needle noggin-" "shh"

Vash scolds the other man whos already patting his breast pocket for another smoke clearly annoyed with how this whole thing is playing out.

"Vash the Stampede and-" Vash nudges Nick who reluctantly adds

"Nicholas D. Wolfwood"

"-at your service! We've been traveling far and wide-"

"Because Spikey always get's chased out-" this earns Nick an elbow in the side which you also wince at when you feel it dig into your own ribs. Vash quickly gives you an apologetic smile but continues.

"-in hopes of finding you! y/n, we're your soulmates!" He finishes with a half hearted wiggle of his fingers and and look that reads "tada?"

You blink dully at them. Yeah that added up. This would be your life wouldn't it? First you are tormented by pain your whole life and now you find out it was because your soulmates were the man with a 1,000,000,000 double dollar bounty on his head and...actually you have no idea who this Nicholas guy is. Considering the cross...Jesus reincarnate? Unlikely but at this point you'd believe anything.

"nuh-uh" it...comes out your mouth before you can stop it.

"nuh-uh? What the fuck do you mean nuh-uh?" Wolfwood gapes pulling his glasses up, yeah...not your best moment.

"I mean, no thank you. Look, I'm sure you're great people- or maybe you aren't I don't know I heard a rumor Vash the Stampede eats babies-" "What?!?! I don't-"

"Besides the point!" you interrupt "Look I didn't ever plan on meeting you, hell I'm not sure I even want to know you. So...I think it'd just be easier if the two of you just..." your sentence dies in your throat the longer they look at you hoping they catch your drift.

"Because we hurt you?" Nick steps a bit closer and you tell yourself it's the soulmate connection currently frying your brain and not the fact this well toned man has his whole chest out right now.

"N-No, well maybe? It's complicated" you had never planned on meeting your soulmate- or soulmates but in hindsight a bit of practice of what you were going to say might have been smart.

"We don't have to leave yet, we can stay- just so you get used to us! We aren't that bad...promise" Vash offers and damn those critically effective puppy dog eyes he uses as he moves to get a bit closer too.

"It's not that I think you're bad, it's just...I mean I hardly know you" you try, you already know it won't work. Despite not knowing them you can tell they seem the hard headed type.

"We're soulmates" Nick counters lazily as if you're the one being irrational.

"I- I don't know, I'm cleaning up here and-" "we can help!" the eager blond insist, with another step closer.

"you really don't have to-" "it's the least we can do, we owe ya don't we?" Nick muses, again another step.

"Well I wouldn't say that, I'm sure it wasn't your fault-" "Maybe, maybe not but we've been looking for you for a long time" You notice Vash has a beauty mark right under his eye there's a weird urge to reach out and trace it.

"Looking for me?" you ask

"Mhmm, since we caused you a lifetime of distress I'm sure, blessed are the merciful and all that, it's your turn to receive a little mercy" ignoring the awful half bible quote Nick's smell is invading your nose, like smoke, cedarwood and-

You aren't 100% sure how it happens, all you know is you're sandwiched between the two men. It was a trap for sure, moving in ever so carfully like they were herding a scared animal. This should alarm you, two men you've just meet keeping you in place, but for some reason a warmth spreads across you. It's like seeing an old friend or coming home for holidays, a certain sort of familiarity and safeness despite not knowing much about the two at all.

"You can feel it can't you?" Vash coos down at you, using his flesh hand to tilt your head up to meet his face, stark blue eyes deeper than the ocean gaze down at you and god when did he take those glasses off?

"It was weird the first time we met too, but it feels good though right?" Nicks voice makes you shiver as his mouth ghost over your ear, hands coming to settle at your hips.

"It feels.." your eyes flutter "Like home" the three of you say in sync, Vash and Nick chuckle as if this was a predictable response but something tells you they must've said the same cheesy line when they first met.

"We don't want to hurt you anymore" Vash's other hand rubs soft circles against your ribs and you feel the sudden urge to melt into the two of them.

"We've been thinking...that we should balance it out." Vash hums as Nick works on nipping at your ear

"Balance it out?" You almost don't recognize your own voice with how breathy it ends up coming out. They really shouldn't be having this effect on you, you should be yelling, or scolding them- no you'd definitely scold them later that was still on the table but...right now seemed like a bad time.

"yeah sweetheart, pleasure for pain right?" Nick chuckles in your ear, deep and gravely whether it's from lust or the cigarette he just put out you aren't sure.

"So?" he continues, "What do you say?" you feel Vash kiss at the corner of your mouth and Nicks hot breath against your neck

"Let us show you how good we can make you feel instead?"

[angsty-elf]

-Behind Closed Doors-

Chapter 2: Selfishness

note: this was originally posted on AO3 last july as a 3-part fic under my other handle professor_freaksworth, figured I would add it here since we'll be getting the reze arc movie soon ✨

word count: 21.4k, including all 3 chapters

summary: you have been living with and working alongside aki for around a year now, mostly keeping things professional, until aki catches you in a lie. will his petty jealousy push you away, or ignite something inside of him he's been desperately trying to ignore?

content: very mild dub-con + drinking + smoking + pining + eventual smut + fem!reader + jealousy + angst + fluff + cunnilingus + blow jobs + ass play + unsafe sex + slight power dynamic/light dom/sub + unsafe sex + aki being a jealous baby + smut in the final chapter

characters: this fic centers around aki x reader, including some platonic denji x reader interactions + original male character mentioned(for the plot) + other csm characters are mentioned and are present mostly in the second chapter.

CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 3(FINAL)

tensai: genius

Upon entering the warmly lit izakaya the three of you are led to the far back corner, where Division 4 is sat. The long table littered with beer bottles and jockeys as well as yakitori, edamame, and various fried foods.

“There you are,” Makima’s silky, modulated tone cuts through the amalgamation of voices and laughter encompassing the modestly-sized space. She is sat in front of the two rookies. Kobeni, who is sweating bullets, seems grateful for the distraction and offers a shy wave. Hirokazu gives a polite nod, his eyes widening a minuscule amount at your appearance before clearing his throat and taking a drink out of his tankard.

“The team was getting restless, so I went ahead and let them start. Sorry.”

You raise your hands, parting your lips to apologize when Denji abruptly cuts you off.

“We’re late cause of her,” he blurts out a little too loudly. “Made us wait for her to put on all that makeup.”

Being thrown under the bus, your cheeks heat up and you find yourself resisting the urge to smack the back of his head while Aki lets out an exasperated sigh behind you.

Unfazed by Denji’s outburst, Makima calmly surveys the three of you. Her steady smile quirks up a bit more. “I see. Well, she does look very nice, doesn’t she?”

Without waiting for an answer, she pats an empty spot next to her on the bench. “Sit, Denji. Aren’t you hungry?”

Denji practically sprints to sit next to her, not bothering to hesitate before shoving two chicken skewers into his mouth. Makima’s eyes follow Aki as he wordlessly moved from behind you, heading towards the end of the table where Himeno and Fushi have saved him a spot in between them. You move to follow, but stop when you feel Makima’s hand rest gingerly on your forearm, feeling a shiver creep up the base of your skull when she softly utters your name.

Her xanthic gaze bores into you, and you feel needles in your brain, like it’s being dissected. The words she speaks are firm but faint, so no one overhears.

“Remember what I’ve said about cultivating loyalty, especially with people who we require unwavering trust from in order to function properly as a team.” Makima studies you for a moment, her careful smile never wavering. “Our whereabouts are no exception, on or off the clock.”

What the fuck? How did-

“You’ve come a long way since when we first met, I want you to continue to make me proud.” Noticing the bewildered look on your face, she pats your arm reassuringly. “Go relax and enjoy yourself. We’re celebrating after all.”

You nod dumbly and walk away, confusion and dread swirling in your gut.

Am I losing my mind?

Taking a seat next to Madoka, you note the way the scar on the bridge of his nose is accentuated by the flushed pink color from effects of the beer he’s nursing, his brown eyes somewhat glazed behind his glasses. You feel yourself relax a little at the sight of him having a good time, pushing the slightly terrifying one-sided conversation you just had out of your mind for now.

“Tied one on already, tensai?”

Pushing his glasses up, he mutters something about being a “fast drinker” and “how many times have I told you not to call me that.”

You liked Madoka, his overly-serious nature made him fun to tease.

You don’t catch the way his eyes flicker down to the buttons of your top and then back up to your face, the muted pink on his face turning a darker hue. He pushes a glass towards you, filled to the brim with an almost transparent citrine liquid. Tiny bubbles rise to the surface from the movement, ice cubes clinking against one another.

Taking the glass in your hand, you feel the coldness and the condensation seep into your palm. “That’s sweet of you, ordering me a drink.”

“I figured you’d want something a little stronger to catch up,” he says, clearing his throat and looking away from you. “You shouldn’t praise me, anyway. Everything’s on Makima tonight.”

Raising your eyebrows, you bring the highball up to your lips, taking a long drink. She did mention something about a celebration. “Any idea what that’s about?”

Madoka gives you a quizzical look, something akin to a laugh caught in his chest. He ignores your question, taking another pull from his beer instead.

Before you can bully the information out of him, the table goes silent as Makima stands. Her hands are clasped neatly behind her back, a warm smile on her face as she looks over the Division, her gaze eventually resting on you.

“Now that everyone is present, it’s time to give a toast and offer congratulations to a very valuable member of Special Division 4.”

As Makima leans to pick up and raise her half-full tankard, the rest of the table follows (minus Denji who unexcitedly raises a skewer).

Caught off-guard, you blink and scramble to raise your glass, a couple seconds behind everyone else.

“To (y/n), congratulations on your one-year anniversary working under the Public Safety Commission. We hope to have you for many more years to come.”

A ripple of “congratulations” spreads through the team, even some of the other drunk izakaya patrons who have no idea what’s going on let out whoops and whistles, excited by the commotion. Your eyebrows knit together for a moment before it clicks.

Oh shit. That’s right!

“So that’s why (y/n) looks so sexy tonight!” Himeno calls out loudly. Hirokazu promptly chokes on his drink near the head of the table and a curt, hushed scolding can be heard from Fushi.

Your cheeks burn, stammering a quick thanks before practically chugging your highball.

Makima’s smile almost reaches her eyes, saying nothing as she sits back down. She turns to murmur something to Denji who somehow has yakitori sauce on his forehead, and the noisy, alcohol-fueled conversations resume.

“Well. I might not be a genius, but you certainly just made me feel like one.” Madoka remarks, killing the rest of his beer, chuckling when you let out a defeated sigh.

***

“How much you wanna bet four-eyes is hard as a rock right now?”

Aki’s knuckles turn white as the already tight grip on his glass turns vice-like. He can feel his eye start to twitch, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand. He takes a breath like he’s going to say something, but Fushi beats him to it.

“Do you need to switch to water already, Himeno?” The brown-haired man asks wearily before popping an edamame bean into his mouth, not bothering to look over at her.

“I’m not that drunk yet,” Himeno complains, leaning against Aki who’s quickly finishing his third pint. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way, I’m just saying, I probably would be if I were him.”

As unpleasant as that is for Aki think about and as much as he would like to deny any ounce of that being a possibility, he wouldn’t be surprised.

The way you’re fully leaning on him, causing your arm to smash against your breast, the contour of your cleavage more obvious by the pressure. Aki can tell that Madoka is doing his best to be polite, but the usually-composed hunter is obviously flustered and having a hard time keeping his eyes anywhere else, while you’re blissfully unaware.

He’s been watching the two of you as the night progresses, with every drink you’ve put down, the closer you’ve gravitated towards Madoka. The two of you have been chatting back and forth all night, and every time Aki hears you laugh because of something Madoka says he feels his blood pressure spike.

Aki isn’t aware he’s glaring until Himeno elbows him. “You can’t blame him, Hayakawa, knowing how she gets when she’s trashed. He’s been pretty much pouring those drinks down her throat all night, too.” She tacks on in a conspiring tone. “Think he’s doing it on purpose?”

Aki shakes his head.

Knowing you, it’s far more likely you’ve been sweet-talking your way into getting more rounds and Madoka’s brain isn’t getting enough blood pumped into it to have the willpower to suggest otherwise. Aki should have intervened a couple rounds ago; fully aware you’ve been well past your limit for a while now.

He impatiently gnaws at the inside of his cheek.

It’s shameful and pathetic. There’s no justifying it - the shitty part of himself that wants you to need his help.

He wants it badly enough that he’s sat through the irritation of watching you give the attention he craves to someone else, desperately needing a reason to get close to you, not knowing how to make up for his asshole behavior without there being some sort of excuse.

If it means indirectly letting you get plastered, so be it.

“You shouldn’t make accusations like that about your team members,” Fushi grumbles.

Ignoring Fushi, Himeno waves her hand and continues. “Listen. My point is, someone’s gonna have to tap in soon. Madoka’s shitfaced enough that he might do something stupid like try and ask her out,” she pauses, getting lightly jostled by Aki shifting next to her, placing his now empty glass onto the table. “He might even try and take her home. Hell, if she was looking at me like that, I’d-”

Deciding he’s waited long enough; Aki is already up and walking before she finishes her sentence.

***

“Tensai, did I tell you I fell earlier today?”

“Yes, a few times.”

“Ahhhh… sorry. I keep forgetting.” Looking up at Madoka, your cheek is squished against his shoulder. At this distance you can see his face clearly, you raise a hand to poke at his cheek with your index finger. “Your face is so red. Like a tomato. Are you sensitive to alcohol?”

He looks at you incredulously, breathing out a laugh that almost sounds pained. “No. No, I don’t think that’s it.”

You seem genuinely perplexed by this, the longer you look at him the more difficult you find it to keep the image of him steady, like he’s wobbling around. You squeeze your eyes shut; your head feels so light you’re worried it might not even be there anymore.

Uh oh.

A voice comes from somewhere behind you, but it sounds muffled like you’re underwater. Your eyes remain closed, but you can sense when Madoka stands up, someone gently steadying you by putting their hands on your shoulders and taking his place. You don’t need to open your eyes to know it’s Aki, you can smell the cigarette smoke mixing with the detergent he uses. As soon as he sits down fully, you cling to his blazer, peeking your eyes open to see him gazing down at you.

“Overdid it, huh?”

You nod, a small pout forming on your stained lips. “Think so…”

“Want me to take you outside?”

“Like a dog?”

He huffs a laugh. “No. Like a drunk girl who looks like she’s about to puke all over me. Come on.”

When you agree, he helps you up from the table and leads you to the front of the izakaya and out the door. You stumbled immediately when he let you go out the threshold and he quickly caught you by the waist.

“Never know when to stop, do you.” He mutters rhetorically, leading you further to the side of the building so you can lean against the wall. The air is crisp and cold, the scent of rain lingering from earlier, imbedded in the concrete below you.

“Hey,” you complain, eyebrows furrowing. “It’s my anniversary or whatever, aren’t you supposed to praise me?”

Something indiscernible flashes across his face.

“Praise you?”

“Mhm.” You hum, leaning your head back against the cold wall. “Like, ‘good job not dying for a whole year.’”

Aki says nothing, appraising you with a mixture of amusement and something bordering on remorseful. A cloud moves to uncover the moon and he’s bathed in silver, turning the blue of his irises into a carbon shade.

You shift uncomfortably against the wall, suddenly feeling hot.

“You have done a good job of not dying,” he says softly. “You’re a quick leaner. Reliable, well liked. Not much to complain about, really.”

The sound of Aki’s footsteps is amplified by the silence outside as he moves closer to you. His gaze travels from your eyes, to your cheeks, down to your neck. He seems to linger on your pulse point, and you notice the way his jaw tenses momentarily before making eye contact again.

“You also do a good job of drinking too much.”

At some point your throat went completely dry, and you feel like you can’t get a good breath in the way it feels like your heart is lodged in your esophagus.

Shrugging, your eyes shoot to the ground, hating the way your cheeks are heating up. “You win some, you lose some.”

Aki moves to lean against the wall beside you, tilting his head up to look at the sky. “Feeling any better?”

“Not sure,” you reply, tugging idly at the hem of your skirt. “Maybe.”

“Mind if I smoke?”

When you shake your head, Aki digs his pack out of his blazer pocket, tapping it against his palm before pulling a cigarette out. His eyebrow quirks up when he sees you reach a hand down the front of your shirt, whipping out the lighter from earlier, your face void of any shame. “Grabbed it before we came out here.”

Saying nothing, he gently takes the lighter from your hand, depositing it into the front pocket of his slacks after lighting his cigarette.

You watch him quietly as he smokes, the way the cherry lights up in the dark, casting a pink glow across his face before dimming again.

“Can I try?”

Aki looks at you, blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth so it doesn’t hit you in the face. “You won’t like it.”

You stick your hand out, making a grabby motion. Seeing the determined look on your face, he rolls his eyes and hands the cigarette to you.

Placing it in between your index and middle finger, you examine it with narrowed eyes before placing it to your lips and sucking.

“You don’t have to inhale it.”

Since he said that, you made sure to inhale it, and it was a mistake. You start coughing immediately, feeling like your throat’s been scorched.

“Oh my god-“ You whimper in between painful coughs, quickly giving the cigarette back to him. “No… Ew- why?” With both your hands free you place them on top of your head, feeling dizzy from the rush.

Aki snorts, taking another drag. “Told you.”

***

He barely got halfway through his smoke, you wouldn’t stop whining about how your fingers smell like tar and if you didn’t wash your hands right away you were going to ‘be sick.’ When he led you back inside and towards the bathroom, he fully planned on waiting outside the door, but you had looked at him as though he’d just kicked a dog when he didn’t follow you.

You’re not gonna come with me? What if I fall and crack my head open? I don’t wanna be one of those people that are found dead on a bathroom floor- you want me to die like that?

So, here he is.

Red-faced, lungs constricting. Caging you from behind so he can catch you if you lose your footing as you scrub your hands. You’re humming some song he’s heard you listen to before, like you have no care in the world. Completely oblivious to the way his gaze is traveling down your back, studying the smooth curves of your hips and the way the material of your skirt is spread tight over your ass.

Fuck.

Aki winces, feeling his cock twitch when you accidentally brush against him, swaying a little on your feet. Instinctively, he grabs your waist with both hands to ground you. At the feeling of his grasp, you seem to get startled, bumping against him again as you look back at him over your shoulder.

Quickly tearing his eyes away from your backside, he meets your gaze. Slightly nonplussed with a sprinkling of shyness, almost like you had forgotten he was even there in the first place. Clearing his throat, his grip tightens a bit. There’s a slight rasp to his voice when he speaks.

“You, uh, you good?”

You don’t say anything, peering at him curiously for a second before nodding and turning back to what you were doing.

Aki swears he can see the faint hint of a blush creep up the nape of your neck where a sliver of skin is exposed between strands of hair, the sound of the running water drowned out by the way his heartbeat is thrumming loudly in his ears.

It would be so easy, he thinks.

To slide his thumbs under the hem of your skirt, push it all the way up to your hips. Tear through the thin material at the crotch of your pantyhose. It wouldn’t matter if you told him off for it. He could buy a new pair; he knows the kind you like.

Aki snaps out of it when he hears the water shut off, glancing up to look at your reflection in the modest-sized mirror hanging above the sink. You appear to be studying your reflection, critically, raising a hand to push your hair out of your face.

Unexpectedly, you spin around, and Aki’s heart nearly jumps out of his chest. Instantly, he adjusts the clutch he has on your waist to accommodate for the abrupt change in position, worried you might tip over.

Blinking down at you, he’s met with a sulky glower.

“Be honest, do I look super fucked up?”

He almost laughs. “What?”

“I’m being serious,” you whine, gripping onto his sleeves.

The corner of his mouth twitches at the way you’re looking at him. Your mascara is smudged at the corners from laughing all night, and there’s a pink glow spreading across your cheeks and the bridge of your nose. The red stain of your lips has held up decently, but he can see evidence of wear on your bottom lip, where you’ve probably been chewing at it. A nervous habit of yours.

You’re so close, he can see the way your pupils have grown in size, threatening to swallow your irises whole. The faint rise and fall of your chest as you breathe, the way your throat bobs when you swallow. There’s an almost feline quality to it, your countenance, and he wonders if you might pounce on him, snapping his neck in your jaws.

Definitely a demon.

Idly, his hands slide down from your waist to the swell of your hips, squeezing lightly.

You’re so beautiful, it physically hurts.

He doesn’t care if you met up with that cop last night, and even if his hunch was wrong and it was truly paranoid speculation, he wants to shatter the possibility of anyone else putting their hands on you the way he wants to right now.

The churning maelstrom of selfishness and desperation building in his abdomen drives him to wrap him arms around you, pulling you flush against him as he leans down to bury his face in the crook of your neck. His words are quiet and muffled against your skin. “You look fine.”

He can feel your heart slamming against your ribcage and the quickening of your breath. When you take too long to reply, seemingly frozen in shock, he loosens his embrace.

Before he starts to lightly pull away, the feeling seems to spark you to life, and you promptly wrap your arms over his shoulders and around his neck, pulling him down so he’s even closer to you.

“W-wait…” you stammer, holding him hostage. “Not yet.”

He fights back a staggered smile at the needy tone in your voice, certain you must feel the heat radiating off of his face as he presses even further against the side of your neck. His right hand trails up your spine, resting when his palm finds the occipital curve of your skull. “Not yet?” He murmurs, tangling his fingers in your hair.

You shake your head slowly, and he instinctively squeezes you tighter. His left hand exploring the slope of your waist as the grip in your hair tightens, just barely, but it’s enough to make your breath hitch and a soft noise to leave your lips.

As faint as it was, Aki practically salivates from the sound, and he can’t stop himself from placing a slow, gentle kiss underneath the corner of your jaw, a sudden rush of blood flowing straight to his cock at the taste of your exposed skin. When you gasp, he greedily goes for it again, high off the feeling of you trembling against him and the way your hands slide down to dig into his shoulders.

His mouth remains on your neck, his kisses growing clumsier and sloppy as he releases his hold on your hair, both of his hands latching onto your hips. Possessively, his thumbs press into the flesh of your pelvis, just inside the dip of your hip bones, and you bite back a moan.

The heavy sound of both of your breathing almost cancels out the soft knocking Aki hears at the bathroom door. His body tenses, eyes widening when the reality of the situation hits him.

He’s in the fucking girl’s bathroom, so hard his dick is straining against his underwear and slacks, essentially devouring the neck of his very drunk subordinate while the other Division members are likely wondering where the hell the two of you went.

A barely audible voice speaks from the other side of the door.

“Um, excuse me, there’s only really supposed to be one customer in the bathroom at a time…”

Jesus fucking Christ.

As he pulls away from you, the usually calm look on Aki’s face is replaced by a slightly panicked one as he studies your appearance. You look absolutely fucked-out and mortified, your lips parted and your eyes as wide as dinner plates, glowing bright red like a lantern.

“Oh shit…” You cover your mouth with the tips of your fingers, looking at him worriedly.

Straightening his tie, he tries to pull himself together, but he can feel the tips of his ears burning. “It’s fine- we’re fine,” he says, placating you with his calm tone. “Come on, let’s go back and join the others.”

When you both exit the bathroom, Aki stammers an apology to the annoyed staff member, uttering a half-baked excuse about you needing help with something before ushering you back to the table. The incident seems to have sobered you up somewhat, and although your gaze is glued to the floor, you’re able to walk without stumbling.

***

The rest of the night is a blur, feeling like you were in some sort of dreamlike state after what happened in the bathroom, not snapping out of it until you realize you’re outside.

It’s drizzling, so light it’s almost mist, and Denji is leaning tiredly against you while Makima tells you something about needing to consider contracting with a Devil soon. You agree mindlessly, and she squeezes your shoulder, casting Denji a serene smile before sliding into the backseat of a black sedan and being driven off.

“Hey, what’s up with you?” Denji grouses when the car disappears down the road, nudging you with his shoulder. “You’ve been acting weird as hell since you and ponytail came back from your little ‘trip.’”

You blink up at him, trying to keep a poker face as thoughts of Aki’s hands and mouth on you shove their way to the front of your mind, hazy and rose-tinted, like a fever dream. “Not sure what you mean.”

He frowns, clearly unconvinced. “Bullshit. Are you still drunk?”

You shrug, looking down at your feet. Denji clicks his tongue.

“Must be. You always act like a brat when you’re drunk.”

His words are harsh, but his tone is strangely gentle. You smile despite yourself.

“That’s not very nice to say.”

“Well, Makima-san says we should be honest, right?” He mumbles, throwing an arm around your shoulders, putting more of his weight on you.

“Are you trying to knock me over?” You grumble, struggling to stand upright. “As the ‘drunk’ one- I should be leaning on you.”

Denji yawns. “’M too tired. It’s boring watching people get shitfaced.”

You let out a noise of protest, and Denji smirks.

“Denji, get off of her. It’s time to go.”

Glancing over, you see Aki stepping out of the izakaya, cigarette hanging out of his mouth. The two of you had kept your distance from each other the rest of the night, hardly exchanging glances. He must have been saying goodbye to the members who weren’t done tying one on, you can’t remember who decided to stay.

When Denji reluctantly lifts his weight from you, Aki’s gaze flits over to you. His face is neutral as he lights his cigarette and tucks the lighter back into its rightful place in your purse (which Denji has for some reason.)

“Are you gonna be able to walk?” He asks, smoke billowing out of mouth.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you answer, a little more quietly than intended. Aki nods and starts walking down the sidewalk in the direction of your apartment building, not bothering to look behind him to make sure you and Denji are following.

“I can carry you if you get tired,” Denji offers, a hint of pink sprouting on his cheeks. “Shit, I could probably even throw you there if I tried. Probably wouldn’t survive though.”

You don’t doubt that at all.

“I’m good on being thrown, I think.”

“Suit yourself.”

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Onset - Chapter Two.

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen/JJK Pairing: Geto Suguru x Original Female Character Characters: Geto Suguru, Valerie (OC) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Not Canon Compliant, Pre-Established Friendship, Geto and OC are roommates, Self-Insert, Smut, Penis in Vagina Sex, Creampie, Brief mention of an inability to get pregnant, Unprotected Sex, Cunnilingus, if I tagged everything we’d be here all day, This is part of a series

Part 3 of Sundane

Previous Part: Egg Fried Rice

Previous Chapter: One

Summary:

He isn’t expecting her to throw his earlier words back at him that way, and it catches him off-guard. “Why do you always remember the dumb shit I say?”

“Was it dumb?”

“It wasn’t absolute,” he mumbles. He pauses, knowing that if he says what he wants to say next, he’ll kick himself for it.

He says it anyway. “Sometimes one slips through the cracks, you know,” he adds softly. “Sometimes, there’s one that really is special.”

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“I’m sorry about what I said.”

She’s started to doze off when he says it, and it takes her sluggish, sated brain a few seconds to catch up with her ears. “What?” 

Shit. He’s torn between two feelings. The first is annoyance that she hasn’t somehow magically read his mind and figured out what he’s apologizing for. He doesn’t want to have to explain himself. He wants her to know why he’s sorry, so they can move past it and forget it happened.

The second, more prominent feeling is that pang of guilt that’s resurfaced, sticking in his side and reminding him that he actually does owe her an apology for what he said earlier. He once again pushes that pang of guilt back into the abyss, but the residual feelings that linger leave him wanting to clear the air. “What I said earlier,” he sighs. “About you not being able to get pregnant. I know it’s a sore spot for you.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she says with a shrug. “It’s not like you to feel sympathy for something like that, and it isn’t something other people care about either.”

He lifts his head from her stomach to look up at her. She’s smiling, but he gets the feeling it’s because she thinks she should be. “You wanna talk about it?”

Her fingers pause in their movement in his hair as she considers his face. His expression is open, non-judgmental, as if meant to make her feel like she can continue talking about this if she wants to. Part of her wants to spill everything - to tell him these feelings that she’s never shared with anyone else. But part of her feels like talking about this with Suguru would be like opening a door she won’t ever be able to close again. 

She is still contemplating opening that door when she feels the soft warmth of Suguru’s lips against her skin. It’s a gentle kiss on her hip, and she thinks it feels a little like encouragement.

“Well,” she starts softly, resuming her gentle strokes through his hair. “You’re right, it’s a sore spot. The thing itself is something that I know I’ll have to live with for the rest of my life, and I can deal with it. But whenever people find out, they only ever acknowledge the thing itself. They don’t acknowledge all the complicated feelings that come with it. 

“It isn’t a choice I wanted to make,” she goes on. “And if I’d had the ability to choose otherwise, I would have. People who have gotten to choose - and who still can - don’t seem to understand that. So when they say things like ‘you’re not missing anything’ and ‘you’re lucky you still have your freedom,’ it just ends up feeling like… like they’re invalidating how I really feel and telling me how they think I should feel instead.” She pauses. “Enjoying the life that I have now and feeling like I’m missing out on that thing I can’t have aren’t mutually exclusive, you know?”

“I get it,” Suguru muses. “Kinda like somebody who insinuates you should be relieved that your chronically ill parent has finally died. Like, yeah, taking care of them and being worried all the time while they’re alive and sick is stressful and emotionally draining. But it doesn’t mean you want them to die, and it doesn’t mean you don’t miss them when they do.”

Stunned, she stares down at him. “Huh. Actually, yeah. That’s a pretty accurate comparison.”

Suguru is quiet for a long time. When he finally speaks, it isn’t to tease her or to make fun of what she’s told him. “Now that I know how you really feel about it,” he starts quietly, “I don’t think it’s something I could ever joke about. And I’m doubly sorry for making light of it before.”

She hates that there’s a lump in her throat, and so she speaks before that lump can manifest itself in tears. “Why are you being so sweet to me?”

“I told you I was giving you the princess treatment today.”

“Right,” she recalls. “It doesn’t hurt to make them feel special, even if they’re not. That’s what you said.” 

He isn’t expecting her to throw his earlier words back at him that way, and it catches him off-guard. “Why do you always remember the dumb shit I say?”

“Was it dumb?”

“It wasn’t absolute,” he mumbles. He pauses, knowing that if he says what he wants to say next, he’ll kick himself for it. 

He says it anyway. “Sometimes one slips through the cracks, you know,” he adds softly. “Sometimes, there’s one that really is special.”

His words hit her right in her chest, hard enough to make her take a deep breath. It’s on the tip of her tongue to ask - am I special? She bites the words back, unsure if she’d even want to know the answer. 

“Come on,” Suguru says, when it’s clear she isn’t going to speak. He sits up, taking hold of her hands.

“Where are we going?”

“You’re gonna wait for me in the shower while I change your sheets,” he tells her, pulling her up into a sitting position. “Unless you wanna sleep in a bed full of my sweat and cum,” he adds with a smirk. “Some people have a thing for that.”

“Wait for you?” She repeats, choosing to ignore the latter part of what he’s said. She lets him pull her off of the bed, lets him maneuver his rumpled shirt over her head so she can have something to give her a bit of warmth and some semblance of decency. 

Suguru himself doesn’t seem to care about warmth or decency as he begins stripping the bed of its sheets in only his skin. “Mmhm,” he murmurs patiently, pausing to push her in the direction of the bathroom on the other side of her bedroom. “I won’t be long. Run the water, yeah? Make sure it’s warm, and I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Stop reading into it, she scolds herself. This is all routine for him. “Right,” she laughs. “It always takes at least ten minutes for it to get hot.”

He makes an affirming noise and turns his attention back to the bed. She stands there for a moment longer - enjoying the view, she would say if anyone asks her - before turning away. 

--

He finds her in the bathroom a few minutes later. “Is it hot?” He nods in the direction of the shower. 

“Yeah.” She’s feeling suddenly awkward, ridiculously bashful. “Do you want to go first, or should I?”

Puzzled, Suguru looks back at her. “If I wanted separate showers, I would’ve just showered in my own bathroom,” he points out. “I told you to wait for me so we could go in together,” he adds, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world for the two of them to co-shower. 

“I know how to bathe myself,” she retorts. “I’m not a kid.”

“Good, because I don’t fuck kids,” he snickers. “What I do do, however, is make sure the adults I fuck are well-taken care of. Both in bed and outside of it,” he adds, tilting his head and leaning close so he can look her directly in the eye. “So you can either climb into the shower yourself, or I can lift you up and put you there. Whatever you like.”

She stays where she is long enough to say, “You said doodoo.” 

His palm just misses her ass as she scurries away. 

--

Showering is a functional thing; she knows that it’s meant to serve the purpose of getting a body clean. Even though she’s taken showers with lovers before (should she think of Suguru as a lover? While it’s true that they’ve had sex, she is hesitant to bestow that title on him just yet), she has never viewed anything about the act of showering in itself as sexy.

But she would be hard-pressed to deny that there is something incredibly erotic about the way her roommate-turned-bedfellow handles her in the shower. His touch is gentle, her washcloth an extension of his hands as he bathes her. Nothing that he does is designed to arouse her, but she finds herself marveling at how the way he’s touching her feels almost more intimate than what they’ve just done in her bed.

“You’re good at this,” she tells him, raising her voice slightly to be heard over the steady stream of water coming out of both showerheads. 

“I know,” he asserts, a smug expression on his face. “Aren’t you glad you waited for me?”

She leans forward, sinking her teeth into one of his pectorals. It isn’t meant to hurt, just to shut him up, and he yelps. Satisfied, she leans back to look at the faint little bite marks left behind.

“Haven’t you marked me up enough?” He grouses.

“I could say the same about you,” she shoots back. “It’s a good thing I wasn’t planning on wearing anything low-cut to work tomorrow.” 

“Dummy,” he laughs, reaching for the washcloth he’d brought in for himself. “You work from home. Who would see you anyway?”

She shrugs. “Zooms are still a thing, you know.” She watches him pour her peony-scented body wash onto his washcloth. “You’re gonna smell like me,” she warns.

“Where am I going that anybody would care? You like it enough to have it, and you’re the only one who’s gonna smell me.”

“Good point.” She watches him lather himself up for a few minutes longer. Then, “Let me help.”

He obliges her. When she gets to his back, she pauses. The scratches weren’t enough to draw blood, but she can see that she did end up breaking the skin in a few places. She’s careful when washing those spots, trying to emulate the gentle way he’d cleaned her. 

Suguru goes quiet for the duration of the time they’re in the shower, and she wonders what he’s thinking about.

--

“I don’t need that,” he protests, keeping his elbow raised to block her approach. 

“It takes six seconds for your skin to dry out once you’ve washed your face.” She’s brandishing one of her high-end skincare products like a weapon. “You should at least moisturize it.” 

“I don’t need it,” he repeats stubbornly.

“I beg to differ,” she sighs. “You may not see the difference right now, but you will in five or ten years.” 

He rolls his eyes at her but says nothing. Nor does he lower his arm.

“Suguru,” she huffs, exasperated. “You can’t expect to pamper me and not let me do the same for you.”

He looks down at her. “Is that what this is?” He motions to the bottle of moisturizer in her hand. “Is this your version of aftercare?”

“If I say yes, will you let me put it on you?”

She thinks he’s going to say no again. To her mild shock and utter delight, he lowers his defense arm and sits obediently on the closed toilet lid. “Fine,” he assents. “But just this once.”

“That’s what they all say,” she grins. “I’ll have you hooked on Dermalogica in no time.”

She treats his skin exactly the way she’s treated her own post-cleanse: toner, moisturizer, eye cream, and serum. She applies each product carefully, her touch gentle as she uses the pads of her fingers to massage the liquids and creams into his skin. 

“You do this every night?” He asks when she’s done, watching her line the bottles back up in the organizer on her vanity.

“Yep,” she tells him, her attention focused on what she’s doing. “Morning has a slightly different routine.”

He’s still sitting on the closed toilet lid. She’s within reach, straightening the other bottles and tubes in her organizer. It would be so easy to wrap his arm around her waist and bring her nearer to him, to pull her down into his lap. To cradle her close so he can breathe in the smell of her hair and feel her soft skin against his once more. So he can register her heart beating against his chest and put one hand against her back to feel her breathing.

His hand actually twitches with the urge. Shit, he thinks, as he balls the hand into a fist. What the fuck is wrong with me?

--

Valerie finds it curious, the way they’ve picked right back up where they left off, like slipping on a pair of well-worn pants. Suguru takes out the leftover fried rice that they’d had the presence of mind to put in the fridge and dumps it into a pan for reheating while she scrolls through their shared streaming apps to find something they can watch while they eat.

She’s been sure that it would feel awkward to spend time together the way they normally do after what’s transpired between them. If it weren’t for the soreness in her legs and the burgeoning love bites on her neck and chest, she would wonder if what they did was simply a figment of her imagination. Just further proof you are not one of the special ones, her brain reminds her, unsolicited. You never are, remember?

“Shut up,” she mutters back at it.

“What was that?” Suguru calls from the kitchen. “Couldn’t hear you.”

“I was just asking what you’re in the mood to watch,” she calls back.

“Pick whatever you want. All that stuff in the community queues is stuff we both wanted to watch, so it doesn’t really matter to me.”

She finally settles on a lighthearted comedy they’ve both watched before. It’s an old favorite and one that doesn’t require their full attention to follow. He seems pleased with what she’s chosen when he finally joins her, handing her a bowl and a spoon and settling next to her with his own food. 

Halfway through the third episode, she mutters, “I usually put on my headphones, you know.” 

Suguru turns to look at her, amused. “Is this a conversation I’m invited to join, or should I leave the room and let you continue?” He asks, pausing the show.

“I was talking to you,” she sighs. “You asked me - earlier - if I was gonna pretend I’ve never heard you jerking off.” She shrugs, fiddling with the blanket in her lap. “I have, but whenever I know you are, I just put my noise cancelers on for a while.”

“Why?”

She stares at him. “Because that’s private. It’s not something I should listen to.” 

“Maybe not.” He laughs. “But are you saying you wanted to?”

“Suguru.”

“What? It’s a fair question, isn’t it?” He shifts on the sofa, turning to face her full-on. 

“Actually, it isn’t,” she huffs with a laugh. 

“Can’t be that you’re embarrassed,” he goes on. He leans forward, a teasing smirk on his face and his eyes trained on hers. “You let me put a part of my body inside yours. Actually,” he amends thoughtfully, “I’ve had several parts of my body inside yours.” 

“You get on my damn nerves.” She snatches both bowls up and gets up to carry them into the kitchen. 

Of course he follows her. “You still didn’t say yes or no,” he insists. 

Valerie turns to him, offering him her sweetest smile. “It will be a cold day in hell before I do that, Suguru.” 

“Hmm.” He leans back against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest, watching her load the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. “I think the fact that you refuse to answer me is probably an answer within itself.”

“Fuck off.”

It only makes him laugh. “Fine,” he says finally. “You don’t have to tell me. But until you say otherwise, I’m just gonna assume the answer is yes.” 

Once again there are words threatening to escape her; she wants to tell him that he’s right, that she does want to hear him jerking himself off. But more than that, she wants it to be her he’s thinking of when he wraps his hand around himself and thrusts into his fist. She wants it to be her face he’s seeing when he closes his eyes, when he’s putting himself in danger of going lightheaded because it feels so good he’s forgetting to breathe. 

She says none of those things. “Keep dreaming,” she says, flashing him another sweet smile. “Let’s go - the tv’s probably timed out on us.” 

Something unreadable passes across his face, too quick for her to identify it. After the split second that she sees it, he smiles casually back at her, and whatever was beneath the mask he now wears is lost forever. “Yeah.”

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Friend tell me about Jack and his character arc! I remember very lil apart from how I need to rip him apart like a mango

aw man my brain is fried as fuck but i will try

the character arc to me goes from jungle boy -> jungle boy jack perry -> hollywood jack perry -> scapegoat jack perry which. to some ppl the first two are one in the same but to me they’re not??

like jungle boy has NO knowledge of city life. only jungle life. boy doesn’t even speak much at first. he’s still very reliant on others helping him through life. very positive, and I believe lost a lot bc others would cheat and take advantage of his kindness

when he finally adds his real name to things, it shows that he’s fully acclimated to normal society. no longer does he need help from others. he can live in society like a normal person. still kind, but way more wary of all the bad shit that can happen. he’s trying to hold onto the good parts, though

then we get his hollywood phase when he turns heel. basically hes lost hope in everyone due to increasing frustrations of never being good enough, pushing his faults onto others, and is very insecurity based. he’s basically a weird mix of mjf and christian cage

and ofc we get scapegoat jack perry, reborn in japan, more wise of people who have faulted him. though it’s interesting that he trusted people after all that, especially the bucks. he is not immune to being lied to + gaslit i guess, because one day that friendship w the bucks is all gonna go to shit and i think they’ll be the ones causing it.

this probably isn’t fully what you wanted so here’s a 3 hour video explaining jungle boy’s story by @tacodemuerte

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] ★ Main Story | Act 14 - DREAM CATCHER | Episode 13 - Because I'm With Friends

Ibuki: 《The hamburger, pancakes, and sandwich are over here. Thanks.》

Ibuki: No, but like, for real~. Thanks for buying me dinner just ‘cause I happened to fight off that pickpocket for you.

Izumi: (The way they’re going through all that food so fast is incredible…)

Ibuki: 《Oh, and can you add on five servings of fries to that?》

Ibuki: You guys want some fries too?

Kumon: Ah, sure, I’ll have some~.

Misumi: I’ll eat some triangle fries too~!

Ibuki: 《Can you make that seven servings of fries?》

Izumi: The five servings were just for you…

Yuki: You just ordered about as much as you’ve already ate.

Kazunari: You truly do like eating, huh, Ibukichi~.

Muku: Truly?

Kumon: Ibukichi’s big appetite is well known among their fans. They’re also popular for their big eating challenge videos.

Ibuki: Potatoes are seriously the best! Only potatoes can conquer all!

Tenma: So what are you doing in the U.S.?

Ibuki: My big sis studies abroad here, so I came to visit her. She’s gonna like, teach me English ‘n stuff.

Muku: So that’s why you’re able to speak English.

Ibuki: If you wanna be famous, that obviously means going global, so there’s no harm in being able to speak English!

Yuki: Huh… I’m surprised you’d think of things like that.

Ibuki: Duh! I can’t waste even a second of my life.

Ibuki: You only live once, so doesn’t that mean you’ve always got the leading role of your own life? That’s why I’ve gotta use all my brain cells to figure out how to make myself shine.

Ibuki: I’ll go to any lengths to make my dreams come true.

Kumon: That’s great~. If I knew English, I could enjoy musicals way more.

Kazunari: Have you seen any musicals or plays here, Ibukichi?

Ibuki: I thought I already told you I’ve got no interest in theater.

Ibuki: We’re in an era that’s all about min-maxing that sweet instant gratification. It ain’t worth paying a lot of money for something just to be held back by it.

Ibuki: You can watch movies and dramas at double speed, but you can’t do that with live theater, y’know~.

Izumi: (I see… That’s just how the kids these days are, huh?)

Tenma: Well, if that’s the case, then how’d you know about MANKAI Company?

Ibuki: ‘Cause I’ve got a friend who’s insane about you.

Ibuki: I watched a stream for free a while back ‘cause he was like really pushing it like crazy, but all the actors were like way old so I had no clue who they were.

Ibuki: And the historical stuff was like kinda boring too.

Yuki: Must’ve been the first-gen performance.

Izumi: Well, it was a little more aimed at adults.

Muku: Well, there are performances about all sorts of things, so I’m sure there must be some that you’d like.

Kumon: And maybe you’d feel differently about it if you actually saw a performance in a theater instead of just streaming it!

Ibuki: Hm~. Okay, but like, that said, what do you guys even like about theater?

Muku: Huh?

Kumon: No matter how many times I’m asked that it’s always so hard to put it into words…

Ibuki: If you come up with your own activities, you can do things independently and move things around however you want.

Ibuki: But theater’s got like scripts ‘n stuff, so you can’t just do whatever you want, y’know? Doesn’t that get boring?

Ibuki: Theater troupes seem like they’d be a huge pain with all the interpersonal relationships ‘n stuff.

Tenma: It’s because you can’t do it on your own that you can create something that you’d never be able to make all by yourself.

Kumon: Yeah, yeah, I feel like theater’s taken me to places I never would’ve imagined I’d go to!

Kazunari: And it’s crazy exciting once you get into it~! It’s something that you can’t just get when you’re on your own.

Yuki: When I think about back when I designed and wore my own clothes by myself, I wonder how much smaller that world would seem to me now.

Misumi: Doing theater together with everyone is the funnest thing I’ve ever done!

Muku: What I can’t overcome by myself, I can overcome with everyone and I can even challenge myself to go even further.

Tenma: And above all, I love the theater that I get to create with these guys here.

Kazunari: TenTen…!

Misumi: Me too~!

Kumon: I feel the same way!

Ibuki: Hmm…?

Tenma: Maybe once you find friends like these, you’ll get it.

Ibuki: …

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[spilledquinoa]

as my sibling and I have a running quotes list, I would like to add some lines that I think would be pretty fun with Sephiroth, Angeal, Genesis, Zack, and Cloud. enjoy.

Sephiroth

"All I know is MAIL"

"Who made blood?" "yes"

"one (1) singular street fight"

"so basically it's China or cancer"

"you're walking inordinately slow" (probably Zack or somethin) "WELL YOU'RE WALKING BIG WORD FAST"

"I don't discriminate" (Genesis,most likely) "but I do"

"there's a mistake" "unacceptable" "...that was yours"

"it feels like my brain is being deep-fried in acetone"

"hey, how's it going?" "terrible, thanks for asking"

"I'm like a twelve year old with dementia"

Angeal

"I'm not going to shotgun a caprisun"

"that's enough please, stop beating me with a pineapple"

"where can I put my taco??" "in your pocket" "w h a t"

"I like feeding the geese on my own terms, don't want em quacking at me"

"They're turkeys, but not cute turkeys (troublemakers) like my kids. no, these are turkeys that might get shot for thanksgiving and I'm not sorry about it"

"GET BACK HERE GERALD"

"WHO WOULD SING THE NATIONAL ANTHEM, IN A SCOTTISH ACCENT, AT A FUNERAL?!"

"Mr Coach A, if you wan to be formal"

"...why are you pretending to smoke a pencil?"

"I'm not a priest, I had my chance"

"you can't make a worse drink if you only have water"

Genesis

"STOP TALKING OR I'M GOING TO TAKE YOUR MOUTH"

"imagine grinding up someone's teeth! on the internet! for views!"

"my sexuality is a twister wheel"

"Heidegger likes ritz...?"

"HOJO CAN'T READ"

"are you saying that orphans are losers cause they're orphans??" "would you say they're winners then?"

"excuse you, I don't get any bitches because I have a *maiden*"

calling Catherine Howard, fifth wife of Henry the VIII a hussy

"we believe something is beautiful because it can end"

"tear me apart and make me your villain"

Zack

"nipulars"

"hypothetically, if sonic slapped a raw chicken 95,850 times in the span of 9.6 picoseconds (a picosecond is one trillionth of a second) the chicken would be cooked"

"are you about to have a breakdown or are you about to break it down?"

"gimme a spicy second"

"is it a bird? is it a plane? it's Vagina Man!"

"call me Shrek cause I'm swamped"

"prepare yourself, I'm gonna shit my pants"

"SUCK IT BOZO"

"meatghetti and spaghettballs"

"OKAY MR-I-KNOW-HOW-TO-READ"

"what's good for the goose is good for the other goose"

"they were a hero" "I didn't want them to be a hero, I wanted them to live."

"I'll fill you in on the baseball lore"

"there's a *Denny's*"

"the energy of a single banana"

Cloud

"start crying, you'll get sympathy points"

"I'M GOING TO DANCE ON YOUR BONES"

"HOW DOES WINNIE THE POOH AND TAOISM RELATE??"

"well guess what Joey; I can still punch you in the balls"

"I HOPE YOU'RE LONELY"

"you know, I didn't think I'd screw up a lot but here we go"

"we're doing ballet bitch"

"he's rich" "what else is he" "a present"

"I keep on saying prostitution instead of prosecution"

"why are we talking about Caesar like he's Regina George"

"upchuck...vomit...do the hokey pokey..."

"that REEKS of my point"

*playing video games* "I'm now bald, can rip out street lights, and use motorcycles as weapons" "and you start out with BALD?" "it's his most defining trait"

"SHUT UP YOU BITCH ASS HOBO"

there is more than enough for a part two btw

[snakegorl212006]

Mystery shop

I really do my best to adapt to this change in living which includes taking care of the property and the wild animals that just happen to want a snack. I also understand why I have to live this way. It’s explainable. But the doors opening and closing constantly in Heartslabyul, running noises in Scarabia, music playing in Pomefiore, the increase of shadowy figures in Diasomnia, items getting rearrange or missing in Savanaclaw, the locked door in Octavinelle keeps rattling everytime i walk pass, even that dang life size doll keeps moving around in Ignihyde. Other than grim who’s been promoted to somewhat of a house cat, I live alone. Completely alone. I sighed into my desk chair as I relaxed my fried brain. I would call Crowley but he probably would think I’m going insane and that it might be the isolation of this place. Maybe I just need to leave and go out somewhere. There is a town away from the manor. It’s around a 30-40 minute walk which isn't too bad as long as I don't go into a shopping spree. After getting dressed in some comfortable wear, I began my walk down to the town and made sure I locked the gate behind me. It was a peaceful walk. There were a lot of people in the main street, almost looking like a large shopping district. I began walking around enjoying the stores until I spotted one that caught my interest. Sam’s Mystery shop. It was a cool yet creepy looking shop that seemed out of place due to the other brightly colored shops. But many people are going in and out of it so I assume it’s probably for aesthetics. I entered the shop to be greeted by weird trophies and collectables and had relatively normal items like milk and eggs. “Welcome Little Imp, what may you be looking for today” A male voice spoke from the side of me. There was a male with dark skin with black twist with a few purple in his hair. He has an apron with some bones and a hand in it which looks cool “oh I’m just browsing” I replied “let me know if you need assistance little imp” he said. I nodded and began looking around more. While looking around, I spotted a crystal basket. There are tiny crystals of a multitude of colors and sizes. “You know, they say that these magic crystals ward off ghost” a voice spoke next to me. It was the shop worker “ghost?” i replied and he nods “where are my manners? I'm sam. You must be the new Imp that moved to that cures property” Sam introduced “Nice to meet you” I replied “the pleasure is mine. I have to meet the brave soul who bought that land” Sam replied “anyway, the main house is made from these crystals which were embedded in the structure to prevent evil from seeping through” Sam informed “why would anyone put these in the house” I asked “well i amit, that old bird should’ve done that a long time ago. It would save us a lot of newspapers..… but surely you know of the unexplained activity” Sam stated and I just nod “give me one second. Let me give you something” Sam said as he left for the back. After a little while he came back with a journal and a necklace “here take these, on the house” He said “whats the journal for” i asked “You’re going to write down each and every ghost on that property and report back to me. You make sure you wear that necklace everytime you leave the main house or they’ll start to make permanent attachments.” sam suggest “oh and i recommend you wear it outside the property too” sam adds and I put the necklace on “why is that” I asked and he ushered me to come close and her whispered “the only reason why I knew you lived in that place is because there was someone following you the whole time.that someone has been dead for a long time but now he’s standing and watching you from afar”

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #114

Today is another zombie brain day. Up too late. But that's all right. I still managed to be a little productive today.

I discovered that I can scrape off any inconsistencies of the dried UV spray from the amethyst tree orb with a precision knife. From there, I can reapply the spray and it looks good. It's certainly not perfect, but good enough is good enough, methinks (wow, am I actually writing that out loud? who am I and what have I done with myself?).

Nonetheless, I'm starting to wonder if the thing to do for future applications is to apply some other kind of UV-resistant gloss onto the sphere with a paintbrush. This sphere should be done in a couple days - just enough time to allow the current layer of UV spray to dry and all that. Then I'll send it off to its intended recipient.

I made a bowl of yesterday's fried rice for breakfast; as it turns out, the results did, in fact, taste as good as it smelled when I was making it! Goodness, but I wish I could give you a bowl...

I also made myself some of the biscuit-flavored tea. This tea on its own mostly just tastes like ordinary tea, but I discovered that if you add a little molasses and honey to it, the result tastes pretty much exactly like Biscoff cookies, and Biscoff cookies are pretty good! I'll show you some pictures of how it turned out; I love to watch the fluid dynamics in action as the cold cream swirls into the hot tea:

I made an appointment to get 4 of my teeth yanked so that I can get braces. That'll happen in June, I guess. I really don't wanna have teeth removed, but there really is no other way to get the rest of the inside of my face in alignment; apparently the crowding is bad enough that if we wanted to pull my molars back to where my wisdom teeth used to be, we would have to put screws in my mouth as an anchor point, and even then, it likely won't work out in the way we'd hope. Having screws just randomly hanging out in my face seems thoroughly unpleasant, so… whatever. Maybe I'll ask if I can keep the removed teeth. Maybe I'll make something cool out of 'em, even if I dunno what it is yet.

M, J, and I went out to a place called Galleria 7 for lunch. It's got a variety of shops where you can get all different kinds of food; it's the same place where M and I got those awesome empanadas and the not-quite-pasta-pescatore. Somehow, I failed to notice last time that the empanada shop sells handmade Ecuadorean trinkets; I got a woven bracelet and a floral pendant, but not for the purpose you might think…

The colorful bracelet and the floral pendant go nicely with the kerchief, I think. I got the kerchief for you a while ago. I have long hair, too, so I use them to help keep my hair out of my face sometimes. I'll show you a picture of me wearing one so that you get the idea:

Kerchiefs are handy and colorful things suit you nicely. But it's not as though I can tie a kerchief around your head. It's not as though I can tuck pretty flowers behind your ear. It's not as though I can tie a ribbon in your hair, or gift you a colorful top to wear. I can't give you the locket of your mother that I made for you. So this little bit will have to do. It's not much, I know. But… still… you deserve nice things and nurturing things, no matter how small. I have to hope that what little I can do is enough.

Anyway, I somehow managed to engage the kindly shopkeep from whom I bought the trinkets in lively conversation. I showed her some of the handicrafts I've made, and she expressed an interest in displaying any of my works at her shop. What a fascinating concept. Suppose I'm gonna hafta get on making more orbs…

…Aside from that, I've not done much else today. I'm struggling a little bit to avoid succumbing to old thoughts, given a few things going on in my immediate vicinity, and a few not-so-small insecurities I'm dealing with (long story; I'm not gonna get into it). But I'll be all right. Most of it's just growing pains. They'll pass as I level up. Don't you worry about me, okay? I've got this. I promise.

…I'm gonna try to actually go to bed on time today. In the meantime, I'm gonna try to rest, though I'm not sure what I'm gonna do with myself; at the moment, even Salting some Sanctuaries seems hard… Oh well.

Hey, you - you're loved. You're wanted. You're needed. And not because of what you can do or because of what you look like, but because of who you are. There are people here who wanna tie kerchiefs in your hair to make things a little easier for you. There are people who wanna tuck flowers behind your ear in hopes that it will make you feel good about yourself. There are people who wanna tie ribbons in your hair so that way when you look in the mirror, you can see someone who shines with the care that is given to you. There are people who would try to return to you sentimental items that you've lost.

Sephiroth. You're not alone. And no amount of telling yourself that you're alone will ever make it true. So please come back to us soon; we're waiting for you with open arms and joyful voices, ready to welcome you back home.

I love you. I'll write again very soon.

Your friend, Lumine

[kamiversee]

Kami i think you actually fried my brain. i only read smut for the mental stimulation and i think i literally short circuited. the double teaming???? THEY’RE SUCH A GOOD DUO 🥹 I LOVE THEM?????? PLEASE KAMI OH MY GOD HELP.

you were so right when you said you had something better than kissing in mind for Satoru and Choso’s interaction 😭😭😭😭 i was NOT a spit girly until you started writing about it tbh. Kami you’re COOKING with this What If series.

the only drawback with this is that there’s no other Gojo x reader x Choso content out there and i’m thirsting for it so fucking bad 😭😭 KAMI THIS IS EVILLLLL!!! a life with these two in our lives would be heaven tbh omg. their Bro No Homo™ moments are also fucking HILARIOUS omg i love their dynamic so much.

also please please please have the boys exchange a smooch please just think about it and the poly ending perchance 🙂‍↕️👉👈

-☃️

Guys I pinky promise I never had a spit thing until I started writing it💀🙏

It’s like they’re in my brain as I write just telling me to add tht & it’s never at an awkward time so it just works ig, idk… (yap incoming)

If I’m being honest, in my lil list of soon-to-be written fics there’s one thts Sukuna vs Gojo & if I’m being honest, I spent a LONG time debating if I should make it Choso v Gojo or Sukuna v Gojo (I’m still kinda debating ngl)

But bc TFL is basically Cho vs Gojo… Idk, I didn’t wanna do the same rivalry twice but then again the dynamic is completely diff bc Choso would be more stoic & cold toward the reader in a way while Gojo is just a ball of sunshine (thts quite literally the troupe of tht fic btw, it’s grumpy vs sunshine character x reader if tht makes sense) soo yeah, if y’all r rlly desperate for more Cho vs Gojo content I can definitely change tht, just lmk ig ;)

AND ABT THE SMOOCH…….. I’ll think abt it….

[rifki16]

Living with Him Episode Four Review

Photo Credit: Living with Him Twitter Promotional Account.

Living with Him Episode Four

A warm upscaled instant cup noodle (pun intended)

The episode ran through the chapters five and six. I suppose that the Live-Action is mixing and adding more materials to the contents of the two chapters, and it actually filled some gaps of logic from the manga.

They copied the first pages of the fifth chapter and acted it out very outstandingly in the scene after the cold open. I think the way that Ryo was spacing out was more consistent in the LA compared to the manga. In the manga, Ryo was actually having a conversation with Kazuhito before he became stiff and awkward when Kazuhito-kun touched him. Here, it seems to play even better with the plot that Ryo kept thinking hardly of how to answer to Kazuhito’s confession – you know because the confession got stuck in his head even when he was just walking down the street in the university.

Side note, I have to apologize to anyone who reads my Living with Him Pilot review essay as well as my tweet about the head banging incident of Ryo. It did not happen after Ryo stayed up too late thinking of Kazuhito’s puzzling statement after their pretend date. I just checked the manga, and the LA actually did what the manga wrote that the head bang happened after the sleepover the night when Kazuhito confessed to Ryo.

I think the scene of when Ryo talked with Haruna was done well. The LA also did what the manga wrote in chapter five. Now this is where the illogical itches keep appearing in my brain. Okay, Haruna asked Ryo to eat Habanero noodle, he refused. Then, he asked Kazuhito, he refused and became angered by the fact that Haruna was hovering with his precious Ryo. After Ryo went off somewhere, Kazuhito started his shift at the restaurant, Ryo then agreed to hang out with Haruna while Haruna was eating his Habanero noodle. What? Why? On what ground was that necessary? Was it to prove Yoshieri’s point in the beginning of the episode that Ryo is always lonely, not feeling alone mind you, without Kazuhito? Because the scene was very abrupt, right after Haruna was burning his tongue by ordering the meal, Ryo immediately went home.

Side note, WHY DID THEY USE THE “KAZUHITO COULD GO HOME EARLY” PLOT IN THIS EPISODE???? THAT WAS SUPPOSED FOR THE HEATING UP SEQUEL MANGA, when Kazuhito was too horknee to leave his boyfriend at the flat.

When Kazuhito eventually went home from his shift, it was nice to see another gay couple just wandering the street drunkenly. Ryo, as it turns out, was waiting for Kazuhito all along, and both were hungry. And hence they made instant cup noodles, Ryo had the broth-type one whereas Kazuhito had the fried one. I don’t think I need to add this to my illogical itches, but I was so confused as to why they were staring each other when Ryo proposed adding rice to the leftover broth. Kazuhito only answered by saying that he would like to eat his Yakisoba. They laughed afterwards. Why? Am I missing the joke here? Or is it just that Kazuhito didn’t want to eat the rice broth combination that Ryo was about to make?

I think it’s nice that the LA made Ryo waited Kazuhito until he actually came home. It gives precedent before the 6th chapter plotline of Kazuhito coming home from the party drenched in water and Ryo was waiting worriedly whether his boyfriend would actually make it through the rain.

The episode then went back on track with the 6th chapter by recreating, very brilliantly I must add, the library scene between Haruna and Ryo. The scene started out by showing a day when Ryo was definitely made available, because his sisters cancelled at the last minute a hangout date which they have agreed on. As Kazuhito was mustering up the courage to ask Ryo out for the available day – Kazuhito knew about the cancellation as Ryo retold what just happened to him – Ryo needed to go to the library to meet with Haruna. I think it answered the questions I had about the same scene in the manga, which is why I like the LA recreation so much.

The hangout in the library scene with Haruna actually went pretty similar with the manga. Haruna thanked Ryo for coming along. Haruna gave Ryo his own nickname, Ryo-ta, which is actually his real name in the manga. As someone who is down bad for the actor who plays Haruna, I was actually quite jealous of Ryo for being wooed by Haruna during this scene haha. Haruna then talked about whether Ryo does his own cooking, which of course he said yes. And Haruna asked whether he could rent Ryo for his services lol. Kazuhito then banged on the table saying that Ryo had plans on the day that Haruna was asking of him.

The last illogical itch that I’m having is, why on earth is Haruna made such a tease in the LA? I mean, in the manga, Haruna already signed to Kazuhito that he was not interested in Ryo, and that he was rooting for them. Is it that the series was just trying to prepare for the scene when Kazuhito went home from helping his aunt’s, mom’s, business only to find Haruna in the flat with a crying Ryo? I really think it is still possible to make Kazuhito jealous in that future scene without making Kazuhito-Haruna’s friendship in jeopardy.

The next episode is the LA exclusive camping episode. I’m very interested in how the LA actually conjured up the episode. I know that it’s a good substantive episode so that the breakup before the makeup scene, after the being drenched in water Kazuhito scene, will matter more as now we know how strong the bond is between the two even after the confession, and it slowly makes Ryo that he loves Kazuhito back.

So amped up for it ! Watch the 4th episode yall, it’s so good

[winter-angst]

Do either of the hydra husbands ever need comfort from the other and if so

1) why?

2) how would they give comfort?

I totally see them needing to comfort each other often considering their profession is risking their lives. And while they’ve accepted that reality and cope decently with it, sometimes it all catches up.

Brock would never openly admit to needing comfort but Jack knows all the signs of his distress. When Brock gets more moody than usual, when he’s tense and jumpy out of the field, or snaps at Jack over things that he usually doesn’t get upset about.

Jack responds to this by encouraging self-care bc that always refreshes Brock. Runs him a bath, adds essential oils and bath salts and lowers the lights, adds some scented candles. Goes to the book store to find something that’s short enough for Brock to consume before the bath water cools and will interest him. Usually it’s self-help novellas bc those are Brock’s favorite. He always on a journey to “better” himself bc he’ll never be satisfied with who he is. Jack will bake him a goodie, something small enough not to stress out Brock’s need to be healthy but decadent enough to really be a treat. And, after the bath, Jack helps him into the robe he stole from a nice hotel room when he was put up undercover on an op and brings him to the living room where The Kardashians and Below Deck episodes are waiting for him and Jack will hold Brock close and card his fingers through his hair while Brock watches and comments on the stars’ decisions.

When Jack needs comfort he’s much less obvious. He gets physically stiff and he answers in slightly shorter ways than usual but never really gets cross with Brock. But Brock knows his body language and is quick to run to Jack’s favorite coffee shop to get him a large earl gray tea because Brock can’t brew a proper cup of tea to save his life. And he finds documentaries that he queues up for when he gets Jack to settle down. When Jack is stressed out he likes to hold Brock, something that Brock loves but pretends to hate bc he claims he doesn’t like to the “princess” treatment (he does) so he curls up against Jack and lets him cradle him close. Brock reminds him how much he loves him and goes against his usual healthy-only mindset to make some good comfort food for Jack. Braised short ribs, chicken pot pie made with thigh meat and heavy cream, chicken fried steak bc it was a staple of Jack’s childhood, and Brock simply allows Jack to love him without his “I’m a man” resistance (and probably some head, too).

As for what would cause the boys distress I can see work being a huge trigger. That and family tensions from having a profession that requires silence. Brock also has meltdowns over things such as unexpected weight gain (an increasing problem as he gets older), the prior trauma of his childhood, and a never-ending midlife crisis despite him truly feeling like he’s doing what he wants to in life, trying to do something meaningful that makes a difference. Jack, on the other hand, I see having a lot of family conflicts. He was close with his family before he enlisted and ended up working for SHIELD and eventually HYDRA, and his parents aren’t afraid to accuse him that he’s forgetting all about them. And, if he has a sister (in my brain, he does), she always guilts him to tell him that she’s taking care of their parents on her own and it’s not fair. Jack always argues that he’s paying the bills but his sister says it’s not money their parents need, it’s seeing their son. And I can also see Jack having some slight guilt about working for HYDRA, wondering what his parents would say if they knew what he was doing.

But, no matter the stressors, he and Brock can comfort each other and make things better, if only temporarily. ❤️

[curly-cottage-girl]

Is the Church responsible for women’s constant suffering? This is not a gotcha or a troll I just read and hear so many different things (not just from “cultural Catholics”, but from magisterial documents and official sources and well educated practitioners who are infinitely more knowledgeable in history and doctrine than I will ever be) in regards to “women’s role in society” and sometimes I become.. concerned. Almost everything I’ve read and heard about Catholic doctrine and ideals (from Catholics and magisterial documents, not from atheists or anti-Catholics or feminists) makes it seem like the Church would prefer that women.. not do anything. (Insert renowned female saint or queen here) would be an exception to the rule, everything I’ve read makes it seem like in an ideal Catholic world, women should not strive for anything besides either being a nun or a mother (not that these are bad things, they’re the backbone of society). And sometimes this troubles me. Sometimes I wonder if the anti-Catholics are right. I mean yes the Church seems to respect women more than the secular world…. but that’s a very low bar.

Hey anon! Thank you for the question :)

Unfortunately, I am not a theologian, and also my brain is fried lol, so I’m not going to be giving that detailed of an answer, sorry…..

Basically, the long and short of it as I know it is that the Church itself (actual dogma, etc) is absolutely in no way, shape, or form trying to keep women “hidden” in that way. But yeah, things are super confusing when you add actual humans and they’re opinions/cultures/biases/etc. into the mix, which, you know, surprise surprise. There are definitely other Catholics who have views on that topic that seem a little off to me (though often times a lot of the difference is just the way we view things/define terms. Not always though.)

But the Church holds that both men and women have the same vocation options: marriage, religious life, and consecrated single-hood. This third option generally lends itself to doing more work or ministry out in the world, since you don’t have an obligation to your spouse/kids or religious community and bishop/superior. Anyone who tells you that this isn’t an option for women is plain wrong. And even if those female saints seem like the “exception,” they wouldn’t be saints if their life’s work went against the church (and also, the male saints have similar roles/lives to those of the female saints — some are more active, some more contemplative, etc).

So yeah….. sorry I can’t be more helpful :( I think this is just… a very multifaceted and complicated problem, but one that is more on the human level rather than the magisterial. But while there are definitely some Catholics that have…..iffy opinions, I also know a LOT of faithful Catholics who absolutely are not like that and don’t think that women shouldn’t be in society, etc.

As an addendum, here is Pope St. John Paul II’s letter to women given at the UN: https://www.vatican.va/content/john-paul-ii/en/letters/1995/documents/hf_jp-ii_let_29061995_women.html

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FIRST THOUGHTS ABOUT BOUNCY (LORE)

brain too fried and filled with exams stuff to properly talk about the lore rn BUT, i'll write down some thoughts/smol analysis of the BOUNCY mv in the meantime...

Strictland has now suburbs where "outlaws" live, probably those that Ateez as Guerrillas woke up from Strickland's control. Still, they are wanted, and there's people that would do anything for some more money :/ (see Mingi at the saloon) so they had to lie low for a while (the trailer says 6 months), splitting into pairs and hiding, until they plan the next move...

and the next move is killing the Android Guardian's boss that's been following them since forever, and they successfully do it ???? just like that ??? with Hongjoong's special bullet??? 😧

minute 1:37 of the mv: is that the Android Guardians Gallery...? with a glass case of chilies in the middle...? 🤔 is the chilli with the bullet inside that Hongjoong opens from that plant 🤔 he then breaks the glass case when he shoots, so is that something created by the government? 😮 and Seonghwa and Yeosang stole it to bring it to Hongjoong (see the trailer as well) to end the Android Guardian with his own weapon? 😮

2:56 they are inside the school 👀 but we don't see if they infiltrated to break free the students yet in this mv

they blow up the Android Guardian's headquarters/skyscraper?!?! (they are so cool i love them.)

last scene we see an annoyed Mingi saying "so freaking persistent..." and a logo similar to Zorro's (lol) over the wanted posters 😮🤔 did he make it? and is this a sign that the government is not defeated yet? (Makes sense, it couldn't be that easy, we still have The World 3 next, plus my Take Me Home theory regarding them escaping Strictland to go to Utopia after various tries of defeating the government and failing.) -> edit: new thoughts about this HERE

and the song playing at the end says "can't you see i'm a warning sign" ...? 👀👂🏻

they have a parrot!! and they teached it to sing!!

appreciation point for the TRON inspired motorcycles. that's it.

If you have any thoughts to add, they are very welcomed <3 let me know what you think :))