Sugar Dog Life better quit acting shy and give me *the* scene next episode.
Because Black Brooder (?) Amasawa is being an entire thirst trap in the sixth episode!
He is opening the door half naked, he is walking in on Isumi in the bathroom, and he is giving Isumi his clothes to wear even when Isumi has his own clothes.
Just so he can wear that exact shirt a day later when they eat dinner together.
He is giving Isumi a key to his place with a little police dog on it.
Which matches his key.
Because he will not let up on this ridiculous dog thing he has going!
But this would all make sense since he is allowing Blue Boy Isumi to sleep at his place in a blue bed right next to him as an act of kindness since Isumi's apartment has a leak.
Yet . . . it feels so much more significant blue.
I hadn't noticed how blue Amasawa's apartment really is.
And that's because it hadn't been this blue. Not until Isumi showed up at least.
I cannot pinpoint Amasawa's color because sometimes he seems black and secretive, and other times he feels neutral and oblivious.
But it's clear that Isumi is a sensitive and loyal Blue Boy.
So him being around Amasawa, living in his apartment, making him meals, saying goodnight, and handing him umbrellas as he leaves in the morning has to have some effect on Amasawa.
Because if Amasawa is an entire thirst trap this episode . . .
Then what is our Blue Boy?
Our Blue Boy is overextending himself staying awake and making Amasawa's the best food to eat when he comes home from a long shift.
He is packing Amasawa the best meals to eat at work in little blue containers that make his co-workers jealous.
Amasawa is aware of how much effort Isumi is putting in around the house to thank Amasawa for letting him stay there which causes him to feel guilt.
But is Amasawa aware how much this Blue Boy really cares for him even without this living arrangement?
Is Amasawa even aware how much he cares for that Blue Boy?
Because when Isumi's best friend patted him like Amasawa usually does,
Amasawa went through several emotions in just a few seconds.
So, once again, does Amasawa realize how much bluer his life is with Isumi in it?
Because he not only let this Blue Boy into his apartment, but also into his bed.
So is he also in his heart?
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Another DPXDC post for the first time
Yall remember winged danny? Yea me too the good ol days lads
But imagine Danny in Gothem cause hes either on the run from his family or the GIW you decide boys on the run and probably alone.
He gets picked up by the Waynes at some point and eventually he goes to have the “im not normal talk” but they all know. He is a meta or something. They have been waiting for him to be ready to tell them, if ever. They would accept him no matter what.
Except the time comes and he just “I have wings” and like everyone is shocked™️ Danny gets the idea hes about to be rejected and starts to fold in on himself and someone better snap out of it before the kid cries. Alfred is the one to speak first probably.
Just everyone so shocked but I mean it’s more a shock that they missed this instead of that Danny has wings. After that they fully accept him and apologise. Someone says the “we thought you were about to tell us about your powers!” Danny just has his own little moment before shouting “YOU GUYS KNOW I HAVE GHOST POWERS!?!?!!!?”
Anyway they move on and Danny hardly brings the wings up again but he does get seen around with them every once in a while. But eventually they find out hes not taking care of them as he should. It’s probably Duke who sees Danny with his messy wings and offers to help him.
Let Danny get help with self care ok. The Bats would all go nuts learning how to take care of Danny if he ever asks.
Now imagine the reverse of this and they all know he has wings but not that hes the High Ghost King Phantom.
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it’s the sound that tips him off.
it’s late, half-past hell by his last count, and mactavish knows there shouldn’t be a single soul in the showers this time of night. though he’s sure if he asked, he’d be told a soul isn’t in there.
just a ghost.
he almost chokes on the thick steam filling the locker room; humid and hazy and the perfect cover. or it would be, if the man collapsed in the far stall cared about hiding.
mactavish hates himself a little for the low sigh that falls from his lips. he wishes he wasn't so disappointed; that the promises he's heard over and over and watched be broken as many times hadn't wedged their way into his heart and convinced him that maybe, maybe this could be the time it sticks.
he doesn't know what's worse; the disappointment or the lack of surprise.
he holds his breath through the steam and leans over the limp body; stinging hot water hitting his back, instantly soaking through his clothes and already starting to burn. he flicks the tap enough to take the bulk of the heat out and straightens; a groan startling out of the man beneath him at the sudden lash of tepid water.
mactavish crouches, knees clicking and hooks a hand under his bicep to pull him up straight against the wall. if there was any vomit on his skin, it's been washed away by the pelting stream and he supposes he can count himself lucky for that. he tilts his limp head back and slips his fingers into his mouth; holding down his tongue and ignores the way it lazily jolts under his fingers to check his airway.
clear.
another small victory.
mactavish pulls his fingers out and cups his chin, keeping him tilted up and moves in the way of the water again so he can pull at his eyelid.
the eye he's met with is cloudy, so dilated there's hardly a ring of blue left.
he sighs again; hand falling away and letting his eye fall shut. "god damnit, riley."
riley moans, all his weight resting on the hand holding his jaw.
"aye, 'm talking ‘bout you," he grunts tiredly.
he lets riley's head fall forward to grab his arm, pulling him away from the wall to sit behind him; propping his body up against his chest. he leans his head back over his shoulder, keeping his face out of the water and his airway open just in case he hasn't actually finished throwing up.
he takes the rag riley'd half-managed to soap up and mechanically runs it over him; cataloguing new bruises and cuts and checking if the old ones are healing. sickly yellow fingerprints ring his hips, red splotches paint his ribs; too new to have settled into the deep purple he knows they’ll become.
riley slowly makes more noise as he rubs life into his body; still lying limp against his front but his head's starting to roll restlessly on his shoulder. he swipes between his legs and carefully doesn't think a single thing about what he finds.
"sean?" he rasps and mactavish's hand stills; eyes falling shut. he bites his check, hand clenching around the rag tight enough to shake and breathes hard out his nose.
he doesn't say a word, just forces himself to go back to cleaning.
he's not sure what would come out of his mouth if he did.
riley isn't conscious enough to hear him anyway.
he runs his fingers over his inner elbows for tracks and manages to muster some relief when he doesn't find any. seems to be a pill and booze night; far from the worst condition he's found him in.
he rinses him off, running a curtesy hand over his shaved head only for it to fall back to his jaw; his thumb stroking over the thick scar carved into his cheek.
"you gotta stop doin' this," he whispers.
he isn’t sure if he’s talking to riley or himself.
mactavish gathers up riley's too-light body into his arms and turns off the shower. his head lolls into his throat and he throws a towel over his dripping body and another over his shoulder. it doesn't stop him from tracking water all the way to his quarters but he'd like to see someone try to put in a complaint about it.
he lays out the other towel on the bed and sets riley down; moving his body into the recovery position in an all-too familiar routine. he dries him enough that he won't soak the covers as he pulls them up to his chest and kicks the waste bin within grabbing distance of the bed.
he goes to pull off his sodden clothes when a different noise makes him freeze.
a low sniffle.
mactavish slowly turns back to the bed to find riley's eyes squinting open; glazed with tears as he kneads at the covers.
he stares at him for a moment as he looks around the room and those hazy eyes lock on him for the first time. "cap'n?"
he swallows. "aye; s'just me, riley."
his hand pokes out from under the covers and for all the promises he's made himself - all the “never again”s and “this is the last time”s - at the end of the day, he's weak.
he sits on the side of the bed and takes riley's hand in his; already so cold after nearly boiling himself alive.
"y' mad a' me?" he sniffs.
mactavish runs his tongue over his lip and slowly shakes his head. "no, i'm not mad at you."
"prom'se?" he pushes.
he reaches out and caresses his temple with his thumb. his hand almost covers his head and it cuts like a knife to remember just how small riley is. "aye," he says, hushed. "i promise."
riley's eyes fall shut, voicelessly murmuring 'promise’ to himself over and over.
"I’ll ge’ bett'r," he slurs and between one breath and the next, he's out.
mactavish sighs, running his hand in a final pass over his head and stares at a face that looks so much younger in sleep; bruised and sallow skin hidden in the shadows. "i know you will."
he presses a slow kiss to his forehead, shutting his eyes against the grief that wells in his heart and gets up to pull a chair over to the bed; settling in for another long night's vigil of watching his broken lieutenant sleep, ready to tilt him over if he throws up, eyes locked on the slow rise and fall of his chest fearing tonight may finally be the time it stops.
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Last week, I declared Isumi was a sensitive and smart Blue Boy!
I also stated Amasawa was a Black Brooder, but I forgot to mention he is an idiot as well, and the fifth episode of Sugar Dog Life solidified that.
Amasawa is throwing out all these lovey-dovey signals and WEARING ISUMI'S COLOR, yet has no idea the effect he has on Isumi.
But, thankfully, Isumi has good friends who support him and encourage him to keep going.
Even though Amasawa is the dumbest Black Brooder EVER as he asks Isumi to stay with him and walks around LIKE THIS!
Next week, the colors will be coloring, so I'm also hoping Amasawa's brain cells are brain-celling and he figures out that he likes Isumi just as much as Isumi likes him because there is no heterosexual reason for him to hold Isumi in bed as they fall asleep in their colors.
Do you hear me, Amasawa?!
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