#anonamouse

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

Now I think sento should've made banjou a lil sidecar. Nothing about build would've changed if banjou had a lil sidecar. On the other hand faiz-

Banjou would love riding in a sidecar, Sento could install an ejector seat to launch him at enemies while he henshins in midair and he'd have a blast.

The thing with Faiz is that if I recall correctly, I'm pretty sure Kusaka's bike already has a sidecar. Which of course would make it funnier, if he has to then ride in Takumi's.

#anonamouse

[breezy-cheezy]

i want you to know that i followed you for trigun and got gobsmacked by ffxiv content too. definitely dont have 3700 hours in xiv. haha :)

anyways i hope your day has been good

i want you to know that i followed you for trigun and got gobsmacked by ffxiv content too. definitely dont have 3700 hours in xiv. haha :) anyways i hope ur day has been good

HHHSDJKHJKSHDA AMAZING. I love stuff like this because I KNOW I fandom bounce alot, so I'm amused I manage to hit multiple similar interests for some people X"'D

I have no IDEA how many hours I have on FFXIV rn but it's alot. Need to cancel my sub for now tho because school is gonna eat me. Still love that game alot, love being a healer main in dungeons!! Love my wol.

Kinda wish I had time to savage raid still but I do not....so I threw the current blorbos at it instead :P

It's been Pretty good! Finally getting some stuff done! Thanks for asking, I hope you're having a good one as well!!

#breezy babbles #breezy replies #ffxiv #ff #ff14 #sky #wol #trigun #anonamouse #giggling alot this made me smile thanks anon #/pos gen

[exuberantocean]

✨🧡🌙 SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨🧡🌙

Aw, very sweet of you. Thanks anonamouse

[otome-obsessed]

I'm a little confused about things but if you already have the game(s) downloaded to your system, you should still be able to play them after the store closes right? You just won't be able to buy anything new, right?

You should not be confused as you are entirely correct! :)

According to the notice, if you have already purchased games/content, you own them and can download them even after the stores have closed.

However, you will no longer be able to purchase games/content you don’t already own nor make in-game purchases.

#anonamouse

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

hello! i'm being a bit of a useless sapphic here: do you have any tasteful pictures of kasumi from ninninger or medic from drive? i recall you saying you have some photobooks but i have no idea whose you have.

Oho, my dear, you've actually hit upon two of the ladies whose photobooks I very much do have in my collection! I'm not certain of your personal definition of "tasteful," so I've pulled a selection of pictures from each.

First up we have Yamaya Kasumi, who played Momochi Kasumi in Ninnin! Her photobook includes such moments as:

Ms Yamaya is on the bus with you,

Ms Yamaya would like to know if you're planning to swim or not,

Ms Yamaya is wearing a very nice dress,

Ms Yamaya wants to show you her new sweater (this one is my favorite, because I'm a simple bi and I like comfortable knitwear and women with kissable shoulders),

and Ms Yamaya showing you her very cute bra.

Now, Baba Fumika, who played Medic, is an actual gravure model and has several books out. The one I've got isn't strictly a gravure book, it's a sort of photo travelogue of a trip she took to Australia. It's very fun! It's a smaller format than the standard photobook size (which I think is roughly A4, this is more of an A5 or so), and contains photos with a range of vibes, such as:

Ms Baba holds a koala,

Ms Baba is silly while eating,

Ms Baba is getting comfortable,

Ms Baba arrived in time to snag one of the good pool floats,

and Ms Baba has invited you back to her hotel room so that she can show off the lingerie set she just got.

I hope this has brought your sapphic heart some joy! If you like, I also have actual pictures of Medic, because I have the Roidmude photobook and its vibes are astonishing.

#anonamouse #baba fumika #yamaya kasumi

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

I remember you saying that you're okay with watching horror movies (no zombie stuff though). Does that include the horror slasher and horror gore genres (things like the Scream or Saw movies)? If so, have you seen any of those and did you like them? Also ,any favorite horror movies you can rec?

Hello! This is a fun question! I do love non-zombie horror movies, but I can't stand gore, which is a fine and delicate line to walk. The original Scream is actually one of my favorites, for example, but if you want the Saw franchise you'll have to talk to my partner @rudojudo, who loves those movies so much they've been working on an extremely silly TTRPG inspired by them. Mostly I survive watching these movies that I love specifically by watching them with Rudo, who will happily let me cover my face during particularly nasty scenes and tell me when it's safe to look again. (What's even worse is, I hate gore but I love Clive Barker. My life is agony.)

Anyway! Here are some of my favorite horror movies, all of which I recommend highly! Not all of them are slashers, but all of them are delightful.

The original Halloween (1978) and Halloween (2018)

Dark Star (1974)

Warlock (1989)

The Prophecy (1995)

Wishmaster (1997)

Gojira (1954)

Event Horizon (1997)

Crimson Peak (2015)

The Menu (2022)

In the Mouth of Madness (1994)

The Lost Boys (1987)

Interview with the Vampire (1994)

Candyman (1992)

There's also the whole Garo franchise, of course, which is a nice bundle of tasty horror for me, with the caveat that some of it does suck, and The Ninth Gate (1999), which I can't honestly recommend but I do love.

#dangerous communist propaganda #anonamouse

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

Yanma/Gira is actually really funny, because Yanma flirts by showing off his insanely high tech, high specs pc builds, and Gira doesn’t know what a video game is

He doesn't know what a video game is, but he does know that Yanma's really excited about something and that's pretty cute. He just stands there wide-eyed and nodding and going, "Uh-huh, uh-huh, ok," and then, when he has a second, points to the monitor and asks, "So what's this thing again?" and Yanma thinks, hell, I can't not fuck him and says, "It's called das blinkenlights, take your shirt off."

#anonamouse

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

now the vision of terui riding the w boys' sidecar despite being a bike is haunting me. also, does eiji then need two sidecars?

Eiji gets one sidecar with two seats--I assume Date sits in front so that he can use his manly chest to shield Gotou from the wind--and then Ankh rides behind Eiji on the bike proper with his arms around Eiji's waist, complaining all the while.

#anonamouse

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

Slips in a Ankh & Eiji jawline kiss.

Hell yes you do. This is actually getting combined with another Ankh/Eiji prompt, for a kiss on the hand, which was sent by an anon at around the same time that you sent yours.

living

There is a texture to Ankh's flesh, his real flesh, which Eiji finds fascinating. His hand looks like it should be rough and hard, but it's soft. Not in the way that a human hand might be, of course, a softness born not of moisturizer or lack of hard work. It's simply an inherent quality, skin leathery and pebbled and yet nevertheless warm and giving--living--against Eiji's lips.

The sharp tips of Ankh's fingers dig into the sides of Eiji's face. Are they claws? Would it be fair to say that Ankh has claws? It hurts a little bit, this touch, but Eiji doesn't mind. Pain is a function of living sometimes.

Living. Living.

Experimentally, he purses his lips against that pebbled skin, kissing very gently, and Ankh's eyes flash on either side of the hair-thin golden crack running down the center of his face and he says, "Eiji, what the hell are you doing?"

"Kissing you." Eiji is looking up at him, smiling against his hand. "To see how it feels."

--

Once upon a time, Ankh would have gotten scolded for sitting on the table with his feet bracketing Eiji's thighs on the edges of the chair. Nobody's doing any scolding today, though. "Hmph. Ridiculous."

Eiji looks...mostly the same. Slightly softer around the edges, more wrinkles, but the same man otherwise. His eyes are different, new, a vivid alchemical gold, but it's better than the alternative. They've both made sacrifices to be here now, to see each other, to be together, sacrifices which they've written into each other's skins with a permanence deeper than any tattoo.

Ankh stares down at Eiji for a moment longer and doesn't let go, although he's careful not to let his claws dig in too deeply, and then leans down and in. His lips press against the side of Eiji's nearly-the-same face.

"Ankh," Eiji says into his palm, "what are you doing?"

"Kissing you," Ankh murmurs against the line of his jaw, feeling the hard bone hidden under all that soft flesh, "to see how it feels."

#hino eiji #ankh #fanfiction #helianthian #anonamouse

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

Hello! I'd want hate sex, but I have no idea who to have it between. I suppose I'll let you pick it.

Ace and Michinaga's horrendous vibes have captivated my very soul, so let's have some of them. extreme makeover: home edition

Michinaga spends the whole fucking morning batting away cameramen and muttering, "I do not consent to being filmed," like it's a mantra or a magic spell. He's got work to do, he doesn't have the time to let these guys hover at his elbow or listen to some talk show host's obnoxious patter.

Near midday, though, he's struck by a sense of intense foreboding, and he turns around to see the site foreman chatting all cozy with Ukiyo fucking Ace and pointing at him, seconds before they both turn and the foreman shouts, "Hey, Azuma!"

He suppresses the urge to roll his eyes. "Yeah?"

"Get over here." And then, when he's over there, "Mr. Ukiyo--"

"You can just call me Ace," with a pleasant smile that Michinaga wants to punch.

"Mr. Ace wants to take a look at some of the work we've done so far, wants you to show him around." The foreman's tucking something into his jacket that Michinaga is disgusted to realize is a signed headshot--but then right, yeah, he's got a teenage daughter, she's probably a fan. "And try not to be an asshole, ok?"

Michinaga makes a face at him and then says, almost mechanically at this point, "I do not consent to being filmed."

"Oh, don't worry about that." Ace beams at him. "The film crew's on lunch, this is just my personal interest in how the work's going."

"Well...good." Michinaga pinches the bridge of his nose. "So let's...get going, then."

--

As soon as they're in one of the mostly-finished rooms--a guest bedroom, from the notation in marker on the door frame--Michinaga grabs Ace by the lapels and shoves him into the unpainted wall. "What the fuck are you doing here? Did you know my crew was working here?"

"No, actually, it was just a nice surprise." Ace looks way too calm for someone pinned to a wall. "Did you know that this was my house?"

"Fuck no, they're all just buildings to me. Did you ask the boss for specifically me to give you this goddamn tour?"

"Of course."

"Why."

"Pleasure of your company."

"I cannot fucking stand you."

There's a beat, and then Ace glances down between them, eyebrows rising. "You're not happy to see me at all?"

What's he fucking looking--oh, goddammit. "Hardly. It's just the adrenaline from how bad I want to kick your ass."

There's a long silence as they stare at each other, Michinaga angrily, Ace looking pleased, and then--Ace reaches out to the side and pushes the just-hung door closed, hinges silent as it swings shut.

Michinaga flicks a sidelong glance at the door as the latch catches and then says, "I don't fucking know why I keep letting you talk me into this shit."

Ace shrugs. "Not sure, but I appreciate it."

"Oh, shut up."

--

Michinaga's the one with his back to the wall now, but he's hardly pinned, because Ace is on his knees with one of Michinaga's hands in his no-longer-perfect hair. Manicured fingernails curl against Michinaga's stomach, one of Ace's hands shoved up under the hem of his t-shirt, and they have got to stop doing this. And they will, this is definitely going to be the last time, but right now Ace is making these little sighing noises like he couldn't want anything more than to be kneeling on the bare floor with Michinaga's cock in his mouth and all it makes Michinaga wants to do is grab his hair tighter and push his head down.

So he does, and Ace just shudders, eyes drifting closed like that's exactly what he wanted to happen, and Michinaga says, "Fucking hell, it always throws me off how much you get off on this."

A frustratingly elegant little shrug, a raised eyebrow--

"Don't fucking give me that look."

Ace pulls back and says, sounding a bit hoarse, "This is just what my face looks like, if you don't want me to look at you it's going to be difficult to keep this up." His cheeks are flushed, mouth bruised red, and his hair is falling in his eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"

Michinaga rolls his eyes. "Right, fine, you naturally look like an obnoxious asshole and I've just gotta run with it."

"Exactly. Now if you don't mind I'm going to get back to what I was doing."

"You fucking better."

He's somehow even more enthusiastic about it now, taking Michinaga so deep that his nose is buried in Michinaga's pubic hair. Michinaga's head thumps back against the wall. He feels like he's winding up, like the wet heat of Ace's mouth on his cock and the verging grip of his throat around the head are the entire world. And fuck, Ace is looking up at him again, which he knows because he's looking down at Ace and Ace's lips stretched around his cock.

Too much, he's going to fucking--

He tightens his grip, drags Ace's head back back, and comes all over that smug fucking face while Ace's mouth is still hanging open in surprise.

Ace blinks in what looks, gratifyingly, like actual shock. There are droplets of Michinaga's come clinging to his eyelashes, rolling down his left cheek, dripping from his upper lip into his mouth. After a moment he says, "Maybe I should have seen that coming."

Michinaga is already zipping up his pants and tugging his shirt back down. "I have work I should be doing." He steps over Ace's knees, reaches for the door knob, and then pauses and digs a half-empty package of tissues out of his jacket pocket and tosses them into Ace's lap. "I figure you know where the bathroom is if you want to clean up. After all, it's your house."

#ukiyo ace #azuma michinaga #fanfiction #anonamouse

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

a kiss in the rain for chase and gou? thank you so much for all your hard work <3

Thank you, I'm glad you've been enjoying everything!

It's been raining for three days now, and Gou hasn't slept for two, and he isn't even awake when Chase comes back. He stayed awake for as long as he could, but Rinna makes him sit down and get out of her way around half past eleven, and by the time a body is spinning itself together on the table he's been dead to the world for two hours.

He drifts back up towards consciousness to the sound of a low, steady voice saying, "He looks unwell."

"He hasn't been sleeping enough lately, he's been helping me out here in the lab a lot." Rinna's voice is quiet, the softness of someone trying not to wake a sleeping child. "Even when I'm not here, he's been sitting at the computer over there just watching the data compile."

"My data?"

"Yes, he's put more work into...this, this whole thing, than pretty much anyone else."

"With what intent? He does not like Roidmudes."

"That's--I'll let you ask him yourself when he wakes up."

And finally it dawns on Gou, still half-asleep, that they're talking about him, and moreover that he knows that steady voice, knows it like a dog knows a thorn in its paw or a murder victim knows the knife in their chest, and he jolts awake and says, "Chase."

Chase looks down at him, impassive as always. "Shijima Gou. You require more sleep."

Gou has had years to think of what he might say now, has come up with and discarded and reconsidered countless impassioned declarations and smart comments and simple greetings. Every single one of them flees him now. He just stares up, blinking the sleep out of his eyes, and says, again, "Chase. It's you."

"Yes. It is me. Dr. Sawagami tells me that you are in large part responsible." There's a hesitation in which Chase remains, as usual, expressionless, but nevertheless there's a palpable something in his voice as he says, "Why?"

Which is too much of a question to answer in one go, too much of a question to answer now when he's still exhausted and trying not to tremble from the shock of Chase, it's too--"I. Uh. That's a great question, can we talk about it...not now? Excuse me." He gets up from the chair, ignoring the insistent agony of Bad Nap Location Choices, and heads for the door that leads outside because there isn't really anywhere else that's good to go around here.

it is, of course, still raining out. Harder than it was before, even, nearly torrential, and somehow that feels right. He tucks himself against the building, into the minimal protection of the overhang, and breathes. He's not panicking. His heart is beating so hard that it could explode for entirely unrelated reasons.

Five minutes pass, then ten, and his heartbeat slows down but he's still shaking, and the rain will not let up but going back inside isn't an option yet. So he stays outside and lets his clothes get soaked through, and that feels almost ok.

Another five minutes past that and the door opens and he doesn't look up from his drenched sneakers to see who it is. He just waits, listening to the rain and the little bit of passing traffic and the profound stillness of the person standing next to his elbow, and then Chase says, "I have spoken to Heart on the telephone."

Gou takes a long, shaky breath. "Yeah? He tell you anything interesting?"

"He told me that he was babysitting."

"...yeah. Yeah, he does that a lot lately."

"He also told me that he has only been alive again for three months, and that his successful resurrection is due in part to your efforts. His, and Brain's, and Medic's." Beat. "He says that he has grown fond of you."

Gou lets out a coughing laugh. "He likes everyone."

"He does not. He is generous with his affection, but not indiscriminate."

"If you say so. I don't really know him that well, fond of me or not."

"You are less generous."

"...I guess so."

"You do not like me, but you have endangered your own health for my sake. Why?"

Gou keeps staring at his sneakers. "You're wrong."

"About what?"

"I like you. I like you a lot. More than pretty much anyone, actually." He stands up, away from the wall, and finally he starts to turn towards Chase, but he's still so tired that he loses his balance and ends up falling to his knees at Chase's feet. Which feels fine, that feels appropriate. "I'm just really fucking dense, you know? So I didn't actually figure it out until. Until--I killed my dad with an axe for you, did Rinna mention that?" He looks up at Chase, bleary and exhausted and dizzied by the sight of Chase backlit and glowing in a halo of pounding rain. "You don't have to...to do anything with that. Or any of this. I just thought you should know. That he's dead, and I like you."

Chase nods slowly. "I see." He's holding out a hand, and it takes Gou a moment to realize that it's for him, another moment to grab it and let himself be pulled up. "Thank you."

"I, well, I, uh--I don't really know what to. You're. You're welcome."

And Chase kisses him.

The thing is, he's put some thought into what kissing Chase might be like. A lot of thought, maybe too much thought, maybe he's thought so much about what it might be like for Chase to be alive and there and letting Gou kiss him that it's a little unhealthy. Maybe the concept in its infinite variations has sustained him through a dark night of the soul or five. And yet, somehow, in among all those infinite variations, he's never managed to hit on one where Chase is the one initiating, because there's no way in hell Chase both knows about kissing and would consider doing it with him without him suggesting it first.

Right?

So it sort of feels like he's blown a fuse in his brain, and all he manages to say is, "Uh?"

Chase blinks slowly. "It seemed situationally appropriate." He looks at Gou closely. "We should go inside now, you are both very wet and suffering from sleep deprivation."

"What? What does that mean, it seemed situationally appropriate?"

"We can discuss it in greater depth when you are not in imminent danger of collapse."

"I'm not going to collapse, what does that mean?" Despite his confusion, Gou finds that he really doesn't have the energy to resist being walked inside, and anyway he kind of doesn't want to move away from Chase's arm around his shoulders. "Also how do you know about kissing?"

Chase glances at him. "You are not the first person I have ever kissed."

"Oh." Gou blinks, the exhaustion hitting him in a sudden wave as he tries to process this. "Oh, ok. Wait, who else did you kiss?"

"Dr. Sawagami, are there any towels available? Gou is in danger of hypothermia."

"Who did you kiss, though?"

#shijima gou #chase roidmude #fanfiction #anonamouse

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

With kingohger coming up, i gotta say i hope they have a special where they hang out with other sentai royalty, like Ahim, Lucky, etc.

That would kick ass, I hope we do get that. I hope Natsuki from Boukenger shows up.

#anonamouse

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

Which sentai are you watching rn?

Currently we've got sort of a one-two punch of classically disregarded Sentai! Our Wednesday night show is Gogo-V, which is fun and good in many ways but has one of worst Reds going. Then our pickup Sentai is Fiveman, which is an unmitigated delight that I think has been unfairly overshadowed by nature of being the show that directly preceded Jetman.

#anonamouse

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

Ask game: your proudest worldbuilding?

Hm. My proudest worldbuilding to date is in a novel that I've outlined but barely started writing, regarding a whole fantasy culture that I've been building from the ground up, but as there's very little of that it's difficult to talk about.

In the setting of the novel I'm actually working on, there's the Caninegers, a Sentai pastiche team based in the northeast USA, in New England. They were mostly viewed as a hoax or performance group or something by other superheroes based in the USA, because whoever heard of such a super localized alien invasion? Then, however, news of them reached Japan and other East Asian countries, whose response was instead, "Oh yeah, that happens sometimes," which caused most of the doubters to reevaluate their biases. I like that as a bit of background for the setting, because it's very funny to me and feels pretty true to life.

In fic, I have put a truly wild amount of energy and thought into the North American locations of the various cultivation families in my MDZS ghost stories AU, and about as much into how the three ghosts, one fierce corpse, and one currently-prefers-eldritch-horror of that setting actually function. Very happy about that, it feels good.

#anonamouse #fic writer ask meme

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

putting in a request for shouichi and hikawa, 19 (maybe with some angst inflicted on hikawa right before)

Hm. 19 is a forceful kiss, and I feel like that's a bit tricky for these two, although it certainly suits Hikawa's tendency to be Slightly Too Much. I will do my best!

Shouichi hears the knocking just as he's checking on his cassoulet, but when he gets to the door he doesn't see anyone on the doorstep--that is, until he looks down, and then he says, "Hikawa, why are you sitting on the what happened?"

Hikawa sighs and stands up from the front step. "Guy I was arresting punched me in the face."

"Well, why'd you let him do something like that? Come inside, come on, I'll get you an ice pack. They really should have given you one before."

"We were a little preoccupied, it's not like it's a serious injury. Honestly, I didn't think he'd be able to reach, I'm a lot taller than most people." In the doorway, Hikawa hops on one foot and then the other, removing his shoes, and nearly stumbles, gripping the door frame slightly too hard--Shouichi can see his knuckles going white. "Better me than his girlfriend again, anyway."

Shouichi taps his nose with one finger. "Your face isn't that hard to reach, you know, tall or not. I thought you didn't do domestic violence."

"I don't, he robbed a jewelry store, it just turned out he'd also been hitting his girlfriend."

"Mm."

Five minutes, and Hikawa's sitting on the couch with an ice pack on his black eye and a glass of water waiting on the table, and he leans back and tips his head back and sighs. "I hope you don't mind my dropping by unexpectedly, I just got out of the precinct and really didn't want to go back to my apartment."

"Fair enough!" Shouichi grins at him, even knowing he can really only see out of the one eye right now. "You want to stay and have dinner with me? I'm making cassoulet, it's been going all day."

"I...don't know what that is."

"French food! Stew with beans and chicken and sausage. It's good for cold weather, I figure it's chilly enough out now."

"That would be really nice, thank you."

"All right, wonderful! It'll be nice having company for dinner, it's been weird living all by myself after all that time with Professor Misugi and Taichi and Mana, and anyway there's way too much for just me but I really wanted to try the recipe. Probably too much for two, even. It'll be ready soon."

They lapse into an awkward silence, Hikawa holding the ice pack to his eye and Shouichi drinking water, no sound but faint bubbling from the kitchen and a bird singing near the window.

And then, abruptly, at the same time:

"So how have you--"

"What made you want to--"

Laughter, and then Shouichi nods encouragingly and Hikawa says, "So how have you been? I feel like we haven't talked much recently."

Shouichi grins at him. "I have been pretty busy with the restaurant, you're lucky you caught me here. Good! It's strange living by myself, like I was saying, but I don't mind it. We've started offering some delivery, Ryou's been helping me find a couple of drivers."

"You know, he mentioned that the other day, I ran into him." Hikawa pauses, and then says, "You also started saying something."

"Well, yeah, so, what made you want to come here? If you didn't just want to go home. I mean, I'm flattered, but you could have just gone to a bar or something." Shouichi eyes him for a moment and then says, slyly, "You were hoping for a free dinner, weren't you?"

Hikawa turns bright red, which is cute of him. "No, I--I mean, of course I do enjoy your, I'm happy to share a meal with you. I just..." A long sigh. "Look, I don't know, this just seemed like the place to come to."

Shouichi pauses for a moment, thinking about that, and then nods. "Ok, that's fair. I should go check on the cassoulet again, but let's take a look at your eye first." He unfolds from the only other chair in his tiny living room and goes over to stand in front of Hikawa. "Come on, ice pack off, let me see."

Hikawa pulls the ice pack off of his face and looks up at Shouichi, not quite smiling. He looks...tired, worn out, like maybe he's been under a lot of stress lately. "It doesn't hurt," he says, and maybe he's lying, or maybe not. "Thanks for the ice."

"Sure, of course." Frowning, Shouichi bends down to take a closer look at the bruising, seeing another bruise-color beneath it. "Haven't you been sleeping ok?" He reaches out to tap Hikawa's cheekbone. "You've got dark circles, see, right--"

None of what happens next deliberate, really, it's just Hikawa doing things the way he does them, with slightly too much force. He reaches up to brush Shouichi's hand away, Shouichi loses balance, Hikawa catches him, he lands in Hikawa's lap, his forehead smacks Hikawa's nose, and Hikawa bites off a curse. And now their faces are a breath apart, or maybe less, maybe half a breath, and Hikawa grabs the front of his shirt and kisses him, also with slightly too much force. Which isn't exactly bad when it's kissing.

It's not lengthy. In fact it feels like it's over in an instant, and then Hikawa flushes bright red again and says, "Sorry, that was a stupid impulse, I'll--"

"You'll put the ice pack back on your eye, it's still swelling a bit. I need to go turn off the heat on the stove, anyway, but then the cassoulet can sit a little, there's enough garlic in it that if you're going to go kissing me it should all be before dinner."

Hikawa stares up at him, dazed. "Ok...?"

Shouichi stands back up and head into the kitchen, where he turns off the stove with one hand and digs his phone out of his pocket with the other, flipping it open and sending Mana a message that just says, [iou ¥500]

[i knew it]

[wait is he there]

"Do you want more water? Or a beer or something?"

"A beer would be wonderful, please," says Hikawa, sounding slightly lost. "You're sure you're not mad at me for, uh...that?"

Shouichi smiles to himself as he gets two beers out of the fridge. "No, why would I be mad?" [none of your business,] is what he sends back to Mana. "Hey, do you work tomorrow or are you free?"

#tsugami shouichi #hikawa makoto #fanfiction #anonamouse

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

May I request Kagami and Tendou, prompt 24? Thank you very much!

Aha, the ever-popular Tremendously Dramatic Public Kiss. It took me a minute to think of a scenario in which these two might even have one of those, but I feel like I got it figured out.

The biggest problem of being in a relationship with Tendou Souji, Arata thinks, is that when you go somewhere together you aren't just out, you're out with Tendou Souji, and the problem with being out somewhere with Tendou Souji is that people are always looking at him.

Admittedly--admittedly, of course they are. The average human or covert Worm possesses two eyes in at least relative working order, and looking at people isn't illegal, or even frowned upon. In fact it's generally more of a problem if you don't look at people. So it's not the fact of the looking, obviously Souji can't go through his day without being looked at. That would be an insane thing to expect of anyone, let alone Tendou Souji, the World's Most Noticeable Man.

Really it's the way that people look at him.

For example: right now they're at a clothing store that Arata wouldn't even look at if he were by himself, and Souji isn't buying him a necktie.

"Don't be absurd, of course I'm buying you a necktie, you need a new one."

"What's wrong with the ones I have?"

A slow, serene blink. "These are better." Draped over Souji's forearm is a selection of blue neckties, all in subtly different shades and textures on which Arata's sure Souji would be happy to lecture him if given the opportunity. They do, admittedly, look much nicer than what he usually wears. "You have an event coming up for which you should be well-dressed."

"It's just a dinner, a lot of people are going to be there. It's not as if I have to give a speech." Arata looks down slightly cross-eyed at the necktie currently being held up under his chin. "Anyway it'll look weird if I show up wearing a tie that costs more than the entire rest of my outfit."

"Then we'll go to a tailor next." Souji peers at him, frowning very faintly, and then puts the tie in his hand aside. "You need a new suit as it is."

He considers the other ties he's picked out as Arata sputters. A saleswoman walking past them with another customer turns slightly to look at him, her eyes flicking down and then up again even as she continues her explanation of the store's offerings uninterrupted. A moment later, the guy she's helping also looks.

That. That's the problem. That kind of looking. Arata is fully aware that he's being ridiculous about it, but look, he's allowed to be ridiculous sometimes, and if people would stop checking out his boyfriend then that would be great.

"--and Tsugami has invited us over for dinner this coming Thursday, I presume he wouldn't have extended the invitation if you and Hikawa would be busy."

Arata blinks. "I'm sorry, what? Right, yeah, Thursday, should be good unless there's an emergency."

Souji looks faintly, delicately amused, which is a facial expression that he manages to do almost entirely with his eyelashes and which drives Arata to distraction under the best of circumstances. "You're not paying attention."

"No, I wasn't, I'm sorry." There are two more discarded ties put aside on the table next to Souji's elbow.

"You seem distressed."

"No, it's nothing, it's fine, just spacing out." They're standing next to the shop window, and out of the corner of his eye Arata sees a couple of high schoolers stop, peer through the glass at Souji, and visibly burst into giggles. "Hikawa mentioned dinner, actually, apparently we get to be taste testers on some new recipe."

"Good, I'm glad to hear that you're prepared." Souji's eyes flick to the side for a bare moment, and then he glances down at the remaining two neckties in his hands and says, abruptly, "This one. Wait here, I'll be right back."

Fifteen minutes later, Arata has been towed (quietly, serenely) to a different menswear boutique, and Souji is making him try on suits.

"You know I was joking, right? What I have is perfectly fine, they're good suits, I just think fifteen thousand yen is too much to pay for a necktie."

"It's a perfectly reasonable price for something of good quality. Excuse me," to a hovering sales clerk, "he'd like to try these three on."

Arata sighs. "I guess I would, sure."

The first suit is too tight in the shoulders. The second is too loose in the waist, which could theoretically be fixed, but he finds as he's looking in the mirror that the fabric just doesn't look right to him. He doesn't bother to show either one to Souji, just texts him from the surprisingly comfortable fitting room, [if this third one doesn't work we're leaving]

[If you insist. Do try on the third one, though.]

Maddeningly, the third suit fits like it was tailor-made for him and looks amazing, and he steps out of the fitting room hoping that he doesn't look visibly disgruntled.

"Hm," is Souji's initial response, and then, "Hm," again, which could mean anything until it's clarified by, "I suspected that one would be suitable." Another one of those quick glances to the side, which are starting to make Arata a little worried. "Hold still, I'm confident that the necktie will work nicely in this ensemble but I'd like to verify."

The necktie is produced, and of course it has to be unrolled and slid under his shirt collar as if he's going to wear it, they can't just hold it up next to his lapel. Souji's hands hover in front of his chest, one end of the tie in each, and he says, "Yeah, I think that looks fi--"

Kissing. They are kissing, Souji has pulled him in by the loose necktie and is kissing him right here in front of the fitting rooms in this stupid fancy clothing store and a woman nearby is very suddenly having a coughing fit. Which, of course she is! He's pretty startled himself! And it's not exactly a long kiss, but it is very...something. It feels like a statement. He just wishes he knew what they're supposed to be stating.

"Yes, that will do nicely," Souji says upon releasing him, "go change," and then turns away and begins rolling the necktie back up as he sputters. "Pardon me," to the same sales clerk who'd been hovering previously, "we will be purchasing this suit."

"Will you be requiring alterations? Our in-house tailors--"

"No need, as you can see it already fits."

Arata goes and changes.

Finally, when they're out of the store and he's got a garment bag over one arm and Souji is looking as unflappable as usual, he says, "So what was that about?"

"What was what about?"

"You know what I mean, don't be a pain in the ass."

Souji stares ahead fixedly for a moment before saying, "I simply thought that if everyone in the store felt the need to look at you then I would give them something to look at."

This takes a moment to process and then Arata grins and says, "I can't believe you were jealous."

"I'm not going to dignify that with an answer."

"So does that mean the next time the woman at the doughnut place starts hitting on you I can kiss you in front of her?"

A sideways glance. "Perhaps."

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