you can't just use me and abuse me, you have to at least buy me dinner
oh week. You and I were getting along so well, and then today my car battery dies in the parking lot at work, I pay an obscenely unfair (IMO) price for the AAA battery, and now I'm poor and making cookies out of anger. Or maybe making cookies because my unhappiness at the petty annoyances in life needs sugar.
I've been really tired for some odd reason - I conked out at around 9:40 pm last night and slept the whole night through, but then at work, I kept on zoning out and catching myself awake - er, nodding off and then waking up really alarmed.
Like, I'm still at work? STILL?
Anyway, my most recent fannish bits of glee.
1. And I believe this is what they call the chase A Sho/Chisato drabble, because well, they have CONSUMED my brain. It was an unexpected delight in a gen pudding of hilarious family hijinks.
2. these broken days won't last forever, part one of a series of stories, very much with S/C in mind. But first let me talk about how much I dig his ex-wife/girlfriend.
3. Mukai Osamu's appearance on OSHAREISM with the preternaturally young Fujiki Naohito and the two other hosts. I have two words for you: HAND PORN. He has beautiful hands, the kind of hands that I somehow always associated with musicians (read: pianists and harpists) and always coveted. Alas, my peasant genes won out, and I do not have graceful fingers at all.
And also: Osamu/Alpaca. Their love is not to be DENIED.
4. Atashinchi no Danshi episode 9 : no, my battleship has not sunk. D knows when I nearly had a flail storm over the fact that Cute Guy ran after Maki's bus in Innocent Love - because yes I may scorn most 'pure love' stories, hate on the more treacley, obvious lifetime movie event moments in romance, but sometimes all a girl wants is a guy to run after her bus. Or train. I also accept running after a bicycle, but it better be raining.
Something changes permanently when Sho’s lips brush against hers - and Chisato is only briefly aware of the commotion that results before the noise fades out and all she can hear is the sound of Akira’s deep breaths as he sleeps, and the excited thump-thump of her own heartbeat.
It begins as an accident, and as Sho just stands there - Chisato wonders if this is what being in shock is like, because they’re not moving, and she can see every pore on his face and she’s pretty sure he’s looking at her too intensely, too much as if he can see into her thoughts, and right now she’s thinking she’s the worst mother in the world, and oh god, Koganei-sensei better not be anywhere near the premises.
It’s that thought that makes her spring apart from Sho, her arms held out in front of her protectively. Sho blinks and his eyes focus on her before he looks away quickly.
Satoru doesn’t speak to Sho for a week afterwards, only communicating in grunts and rude sounding noises. Not that Sho notices, because after the Incident, as Masaru refers to it, he’s been keeping to himself mostly, and avoiding nearly everyone in the castle.
Fuu only quips that well, at least they know who Mama’s favorite is, when Satoru forgets he’s younger and Fuu has fifty certifications and judo rankings, and then Fuu is calmly standing above him, his foot resting on his chest. “Cheer up, little brother,” Fuu says. “It could be worse. She could be dating Kokudo.”
When Masaru checks in on Satoru later, all he can hear is the sound of Satoru’s stereo cranked up to maximum volume, the walls are actually shaking. He shoves a note underneath the door, and waits. A few minutes later, the noise drops a fraction, and the door opens a sliver. A red-eyed Satoru peers out suspiciously at him, and Masaru frowns. He’s never seen Satoru like this, ever.
“Hey,” he says. “Are you okay?”
“How do you think I feel?” Satoru says, and scowls. “I hate feeling like this. Everything,” Satoru says with a sigh, “is just wrong.”
“Do you think it’s serious between Sho and Chisato-san?” Masaru asks, uncertainty shading his voice. “Sho won’t talk about it, and Chisato-san’s acting like nothing happened.”
“They can’t unkiss a kiss,” Satoru says darkly. “I just - I wish it never happened. I wish I didn’t know.”
“Me too,” Masaru confesses. “And the way Kokudo was going on about it, I think that might have been Chisato-san’s first kiss.”
“Like I’ll believe anything that stalker says,” Satoru says dismissively, but he looks troubled. “How can you be so calm, anyway?”
“I’m not,” Masaru bursts out. “I’m not happy about this either.”
His feelings for Chisato-san remain unspoken, but it’s understood between him and Satoru that they were brothers even in that. Their rivalry had been friendly, even juvenile - though he was five years older than Satoru’s seventeen. Masaru’s not prepared for the sudden heaviness he feels when he sees Sho kissing Chisato - it hurts, more than all the semi-playful kicks and punches Satoru previously rained on him.
I've been really tired for some odd reason - I conked out at around 9:40 pm last night and slept the whole night through, but then at work, I kept on zoning out and catching myself awake - er, nodding off and then waking up really alarmed.
Like, I'm still at work? STILL?
Anyway, my most recent fannish bits of glee.
1. And I believe this is what they call the chase A Sho/Chisato drabble, because well, they have CONSUMED my brain. It was an unexpected delight in a gen pudding of hilarious family hijinks.
2. these broken days won't last forever, part one of a series of stories, very much with S/C in mind. But first let me talk about how much I dig his ex-wife/girlfriend.
3. Mukai Osamu's appearance on OSHAREISM with the preternaturally young Fujiki Naohito and the two other hosts. I have two words for you: HAND PORN. He has beautiful hands, the kind of hands that I somehow always associated with musicians (read: pianists and harpists) and always coveted. Alas, my peasant genes won out, and I do not have graceful fingers at all.
And also: Osamu/Alpaca. Their love is not to be DENIED.
4. Atashinchi no Danshi episode 9 : no, my battleship has not sunk. D knows when I nearly had a flail storm over the fact that Cute Guy ran after Maki's bus in Innocent Love - because yes I may scorn most 'pure love' stories, hate on the more treacley, obvious lifetime movie event moments in romance, but sometimes all a girl wants is a guy to run after her bus. Or train. I also accept running after a bicycle, but it better be raining.
Something changes permanently when Sho’s lips brush against hers - and Chisato is only briefly aware of the commotion that results before the noise fades out and all she can hear is the sound of Akira’s deep breaths as he sleeps, and the excited thump-thump of her own heartbeat.
It begins as an accident, and as Sho just stands there - Chisato wonders if this is what being in shock is like, because they’re not moving, and she can see every pore on his face and she’s pretty sure he’s looking at her too intensely, too much as if he can see into her thoughts, and right now she’s thinking she’s the worst mother in the world, and oh god, Koganei-sensei better not be anywhere near the premises.
It’s that thought that makes her spring apart from Sho, her arms held out in front of her protectively. Sho blinks and his eyes focus on her before he looks away quickly.
Satoru doesn’t speak to Sho for a week afterwards, only communicating in grunts and rude sounding noises. Not that Sho notices, because after the Incident, as Masaru refers to it, he’s been keeping to himself mostly, and avoiding nearly everyone in the castle.
Fuu only quips that well, at least they know who Mama’s favorite is, when Satoru forgets he’s younger and Fuu has fifty certifications and judo rankings, and then Fuu is calmly standing above him, his foot resting on his chest. “Cheer up, little brother,” Fuu says. “It could be worse. She could be dating Kokudo.”
When Masaru checks in on Satoru later, all he can hear is the sound of Satoru’s stereo cranked up to maximum volume, the walls are actually shaking. He shoves a note underneath the door, and waits. A few minutes later, the noise drops a fraction, and the door opens a sliver. A red-eyed Satoru peers out suspiciously at him, and Masaru frowns. He’s never seen Satoru like this, ever.
“Hey,” he says. “Are you okay?”
“How do you think I feel?” Satoru says, and scowls. “I hate feeling like this. Everything,” Satoru says with a sigh, “is just wrong.”
“Do you think it’s serious between Sho and Chisato-san?” Masaru asks, uncertainty shading his voice. “Sho won’t talk about it, and Chisato-san’s acting like nothing happened.”
“They can’t unkiss a kiss,” Satoru says darkly. “I just - I wish it never happened. I wish I didn’t know.”
“Me too,” Masaru confesses. “And the way Kokudo was going on about it, I think that might have been Chisato-san’s first kiss.”
“Like I’ll believe anything that stalker says,” Satoru says dismissively, but he looks troubled. “How can you be so calm, anyway?”
“I’m not,” Masaru bursts out. “I’m not happy about this either.”
His feelings for Chisato-san remain unspoken, but it’s understood between him and Satoru that they were brothers even in that. Their rivalry had been friendly, even juvenile - though he was five years older than Satoru’s seventeen. Masaru’s not prepared for the sudden heaviness he feels when he sees Sho kissing Chisato - it hurts, more than all the semi-playful kicks and punches Satoru previously rained on him.