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myxstoriecomment with a character/pairing/more and a prompt (words or pictures), and I'll write a drabble (100+ words) for it ^^
Give as many prompts as you like, with a separate comment for each one. I can't promise to write them all, but I do promise to write everyone at least one.
I can write JE (NEWS + KAT-TUN, I can try Kanjani8, Arashi at a real push if you don't mind a little OOCness), Harry Potter (not for a long time) and Supernatural.
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Give as many prompts as you like, with a separate comment for each one. I can't promise to write them all, but I do promise to write everyone at least one.
I can write JE (NEWS + KAT-TUN, I can try Kanjani8, Arashi at a real push if you don't mind a little OOCness), Harry Potter (not for a long time) and Supernatural.
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Date: 2009-07-05 03:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-05 03:38 pm (UTC)1/2
Date: 2009-07-07 07:14 am (UTC)What they don't like, is the stress. Staff with clipboards and clothes hangers and microphones and wires running around like headless chickens, always needing to be somewhere far away right now, the shouting and pressure to always be one step ahead, expected to know where they should be before they're told. There was always too many people, so much worse than a regular concert, too many divas and drama queens and not enough placating to go around at a time like this.
The juniors tend to be slightly awed, surrounded by senpai. The older senpai try and keep to themselves, unable to conjour up the same sort of enthusiasm of their younger kouhai anymore. Four-fifths of Arashi love it - Nino can direct his pranks at someone else. Kanjani8 split, half of them holing up together while the other half eagerly become Nino's minions for the afternoon. Ryo-less NEWS scatter themselves about backstage, trying to keep the peace amongst staff and idols alike, whilst simultaneously spending enough time together to make up their daily allowance of member-ai. KAT-TUN spend the first hour - if they make it that long - hiding from the rest of the company, who they all think have gone mad. They soon realise anything is better than each others' company, and when the first punch is thrown, Nakamaru herds them all out to find company elsewhere.
Kame finds his new favourite juniors, Jin hauls Yamapi off by the wrist, and Koki gets roped into Tegoshi's latest plan, whatever that entails. Ueda slips back into their break-room with his guitar, and Massu lets Nakamaru share his bento.
Ryo is going through his costume changes with one of the staff and his assigned juniors when he finds Junno. The staff and juniors leave him to rifle through the rack of clothes when he hears it, soft and breathy and barely-there, but unmistakable all the same.
"Koyama~"
Then there's something else and that, that is definitely a moan. Unable to resist his curiosity - because that's all it was, of course - Ryo inches closer to the racks until he can hear every panting breath and groan. It's been far too long, and he can feel himself getting hard already just from that. With a furtive glance around, Ryo slips behind one of the racks, and the sounds get louder.
He should probably feel guilty, he thinks as he ever-so-gently shifts the clothes on the hangers to get a glimpse, but Nishikido Ryo doesn't do guilt. Then the thought leaves him entirely, because they're right there, a long, lean body pressed up against the wall with Koyama on his knees. The other man - Taguchi, Ryo sees with a start - curls his fingers around Koyama's shoulder as he sucks the length down, and he chokes on a moan when Koyama's nose presses against his pelvis.
They move fast, the desperation coming off of them in waves, and by the time Ryo's shoved a hand down the front of his pants, Junno has Koyama pressed up against the wall and is pushing inside. Koyama's enjoying it enough that Ryo briefly wonders why he's so open already, but then Junno gasps into Koyama's neck and Koyama's throwing his head back to knock against the wall, and Ryo rocks forward against his hand.
Junno wastes no time, can't afford to, and Koyama has to shove his arm into his mouth to muffle his cries as every sharp thrust seems to hit him just right. Ryo clutches onto the rack with his free hand, rolling his hips down into the other and matching Junno well enough that if he really concentrated, he could imagine it was him fucking Koyama into the wall, him pulling all those tiny, needy sounds from his throat, him making Koyama arch and clench his eyes shut as he pulls himself off and shudders through his orgasm.
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Date: 2009-07-05 03:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-03 10:48 am (UTC)It's starting to show, too. T-shirts that used to hang loose on Koyama's lanky frame are pulling tighter around his chest, and when he moves, the lean muscles in his arms flex.
Shige can't help but look at the way his friend's body is changing before his eyes, until they're in the shower after a show one day, and long, skinny Koyama isn't long, skinny Koyama anymore. His back and shoulders move differently as he washes his hair, biceps showing as he washes, and Shige curses himself when Koyama suddenly turns and catches him looking.
"What's up?"
Shige splutters and hopes Koyama will attribute the redness of his cheeks to the heat of the shower, "I-I, I'm jealous of your body scrub. I mean!!" He stammers, realising how that sounds, "I'm... Jealous that you have such a, a nice body scrub."
Koyama looks confused for a moment before passing the scrub to Shige, "Shige can use it too, ne." He smiles, and Shige let's himself feel relieved that he got away with it.
Then Koyama grins, and Shige just knew that was too easy.
"By the way, I look much better from the front, ne."
Koyama's laughter echoes off the tiles as Shige prays that the floor will open to swallow him up.
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Date: 2009-07-05 03:41 pm (UTC)Koyama/Maru; 'ooopsie-daisy'
Jin/Maru; stuck in an elevator
YamaPi/Massu; drowning
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Date: 2009-09-03 12:08 pm (UTC)"Aliens, man!" Dean shouts in the background, and Sam sighs.
"You see?"
Bobby thinks for a moment, "I know a guy who might be able to help. Just keep your brother inside and I'll call you as soon as I can."
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In Roswell, Sam hangs up the phone and drops it to the floor.
"You hungry?"
Dean pales, "No way! I'm not eating their food! I'm telling you, dude, the cooks, the waiters, the cashiers, they're all aliens!
Sam sighs heavily, and mutters under his breath, "You're an alien."
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Date: 2009-09-08 06:36 pm (UTC)Massu soon finds out that the Yamapi the world sees is a wholly different person to the one who emerges behind closed doors. Here, here is where all the reigned in emotion of the day is set free, joy creasing his face as he talks a mile a minute, despair soaking his cheeks as he clutches at Massu's shirt with desperate fingers, devotion warm in his gaze and his touch as he pours out all the affection he has to give. He is intense, extreme, and Massu thinks he could drown in the full force of Yamapi's emotion alone.
Yamapi might be the one to kill him, but Massu decides that in the end, it wouldn't be such a bad way to go.
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Date: 2009-09-11 04:24 pm (UTC)When he'd first joined the company, he had hopes, dreams of being part of the next big thing, friends all around him as they rose to fame amidst the swarm of young boys around them. Now, that all seemed so far away.
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After practice, he doesn't hang around to say goodbye, showering and changing as quickly as he can manage to get out of there and meet his friends at the park.
He punches the button and taps his foot impatiently waiting for the elevator, heart sinking when he hears a familiar, "Yo."
Jin nods at the newcomer, the one who had been introduced as their N and hadn't said much since. Jin can't remember him ever having so much as raised his voice, let alone having gotten involved in any of their fisticuffs.
The elevator arrives, and the pair stand in silence as it descends painstakingly slowly. The silence is almost louder than if they were actually talking, and it make Jin fidgety. He busies himself fiddling with the good luck charm hanging from his bag that he'd gotten from a girl at school, and almost rips it off in surprise when the lift jerks suddenly to a stop, throwing him to the floor and spilling the contents of his bag everywhere.
The other boy - Nakamura? - elbows him in the face as he stumbles, and Jin barely avoids a bloody nose.
"What the fuck..." He says, almost to himself, and picks himself up, jabbing at the button repeatedly in the hope of jarring the lift back to life.
Oddly enough, nothing happens.
"Shit."
By the time he stops sulking over missing the soccer game and remembers the other occupant, his things have all been picked up and put carefully back in his bag.
Jin frowns, confused, and takes the proffered bag back, nodding and grunting his thanks half-heartedly. He was more worried something unpleasant would leap out at him than thankful for the other boy's kindness.
He eyes his bag warily, handling it with care, and when nothing nasty happens, slings it back over his shoulder.
"D'you think we're stuck?"
"Well, we aren't moving." Jin replies haughtily, already marvelling at the kid's genius.
The other boy sniffs softly in response, and sits on the floor, pulling his knees up to his chest, "Reckon we're gonna be here long?"
"How should I know?!" Jin pushes the alarm button, hoping someone will come to their rescue. If all his bandmate does is ask annoying questions, it's no wonder he doesn't talk.
Jin slides down the opposite wall and pulls out his cellphone, cursing under his breath when there's no signal. They sit there in silence for a while, before Jin hears the other boy starting to make some strange noises.
"Are you... Beatboxing?" He asks hesitantly, and gets a nod in response as the sounds increase in tempo and volume.
"Uwa!" Jin exclaims, "That's awesome! Some of the guys my mum listens to can do that. I used to try, but I ca- I decided I sing better."
The other boy blushes, the tips of his ears turning red, and he stops. Jin pouts. The other boy looks at his toes, and, all of a sudden, the lights go out.
Jin screams.
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Date: 2009-07-05 04:03 pm (UTC)Yamaki - erg :/ How can I have so much love for a pairing and so much trouble thinking of a prompt? Uh, I want it to end in a proposal. Uh xmas? (go wild!)
Pin - again erg :/ I think I've seen everything possible. Oh erg :/ I guess you could do...........after that QoP show
TegoPi - ARG! SERIOUSLY! I'M HAVING ENOUGH TROUBLE WRITING THEM MYSELF! Alright, you said it, a word: hair (be glad, I once did this and said frog xD)
RyoPi - uuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh...............Pi is getting all jelous coz Ryo's spending a lotta time with K8
PixMasami - go wild, make it as high rated as you like (coz I'm a perv!) 1 day, after ProDai filming.................
PixYui - Pi "doesn't do relationships", Yui wants 1
So yeah, any of those :Dv (if there's any sex, I feel picky, Pi on top)
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Date: 2009-09-08 06:43 pm (UTC)"You ass! I can't believe you came and didn't tell me!"
Yamapi just winks and carries on grinning.
Jin flops down next to him and watches until the last of his bandmates have left for the showers, no longer bothered about getting in there first, then leans to the side, his friend's arm slipping easily around his shoulders. He'd never voice how tired he'd been, how high his fever was, or how uplifting Yamapi's mere presence on that stage had been to him - even if the teary-eyed close-up of him they'd snuck in wasn't proof enough already.
Instead, Jin lets Yamapi hold him, and murmurs quietly, "Thanks for coming."
Yamapi's only response is to rest his cheek against Jin's hair and squeeze him gently, and really, that's all the communication they need.
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Date: 2009-07-05 04:40 pm (UTC)something stupid, like, going grocery shopping. NO NO, PICKING OUT THE COUCH OF EPIPHANIES. :D!
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Date: 2009-10-12 03:16 pm (UTC)"Too small."
"This?"
"Too brown."
"This?"
Silence. Then, "Too soft."
A sigh.
"This?"
"Too tall."
"This?"
"Too shallow."
"Too sha- Jin, how exactly are you choosing between these couches?"
Jin grins, and gets that look in his eye that means Yamapi should run and hide before it's too late.
"It's gotta be just right for when I confess. If it's too small, or too soft, or too shallow, we won't be able to have sex on it!"
Yamapi blinks.
"Is that your confession, then?"
Jin looks thoughtful for a moment, pursing his lips, "I guess so."
"Oh. How romantic."
"I thought so!"
"... How about this one?"
"But it's brown! And leather, Pi, fake leather, that'll stick like sh-"
"Do you want to have sex tonight or not?" Yamapi hisses, and Jin straightens.
"Excuse me, we'll take this one!"
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Date: 2009-07-05 04:41 pm (UTC)koyama/anyone with girl parts (that is, a real girl and not a johnny-who-spouted-a-vagina). prompt: CARNIVORE, omnomnom.
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Date: 2009-10-14 06:19 pm (UTC)Dimly lit, years of grime setting it between the cracked tiles, seat coverings that don't even try to be leather cracking and splitting a little more with every visitor; no matter where in the country he traveled, they're always the same.
"Steak, please," he asks when the waitress comes to take his order. He smiles, closed-mouthed, and she blushes and fumbles with her pen, "Extra rare."
When it arrives, it's not quite as rare as he'd like, but it'll do. For now.
He tears into it, his first meal in days, and she laughs, an annoying, high-pitched, tinny sound that grates on his nerves.
"You sure are hungry!"
He glances up at her, swallowing his mouthful and for an instant, his guard is down. Maybe she sees something, because he catches a flash of fear in her eyes, but then he's smiling and it's gone.
"You have no idea."
The steak keeps him going until the diner closes, and when he meets her outside she doesn't even hesitate before taking his arm and letting him lead her away.
They always did say he had a pretty face.
Her body is sweet, pressing against him in all the right ways, and thankfully her moans aren't as annoying as her laugh.
Her body might be sweet, but her life is so much sweeter as she tightens around him and he drains her, teeth slipping easily into her soft flesh.
She barely even struggles in his embrace before falling limp against him, Luckily, he finishes quickly - he doesn't like it when they turn cold - before tossing her into the dumpster, licking red from his lips.
Koyama Keiichiro might have the pleasant face, the trustworthy smile, the honest eyes, but sometimes, appearances aren't everything.
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Date: 2009-07-05 04:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-14 07:40 pm (UTC)His dance partner might have something to do with that.
They don't get on for a long time. Jin's the only person without a partner when he joins, and Kame soon learns why. Jin is difficult, stubborn in the first degree, and he drives Kame crazy. Jin always has to be right, always has to be the best, and he sulks like a five year old when he's not. Jin always knows best, Jin always has to lead, Jin always needs to be perfect.
Kame doesn't, and to Jin, that means he's practically the Devil. But somewhere along the way, between the sarcastic comments about the other dancers and the pointless, but kind of amusing stories about his antics with a faceless guy named 'Yamapi', Kame starts to like him.
Later, when he's watching Jin stretch a little too closely, Kame realises that he really likes him.
Kame thinks he's fucked.
It takes a certain to join a dance class and be content dancing with another guy, and soon it comes out that Yamapi is a little more than Jin's best friend.
Kame feels just a little bit heartbroken.
He's just turned twenty-one when Jin tells him, mid-sashay, that Yamapi's left him. Found another woman, who he's fallen for. Kame's known Jin long enough to know that the blasé tone is just for show. The wet eyes on his shoulder later that night just prove it.
He's twenty-two when they go on their first date, and a few months later, after their first time together, their instructor remarks on how their chemistry has sky rocketed. They share a secretive smile, and throw themselves into the next dance.
Jin tastes like freedom, like spontenaity, and when they're alone together, everything is as exhilarating as their first real dance together; the adrenaline pumping, their bodies unrestrained in their choreography, never missing a beat or step, just flowing together like water over the sand.
Kame's twenty-four when he tells Jin he loves him. The next day, Jin announces he's leaving.
America, he says, his dreams, he says. A big name has spotted him, isn't Kame proud?
Yes, Kame says, he couldn't be prouder.
He only allows himself to cry once he's watched the plane disappear into the sky.
He doesn't dance again. He's only ever danced with Jin, only ever kown the feel of Jin's hand in his own, Jin's body against him, Jin's lips... He just doesn't. He can't.
The years pass, and gradually, his first love fades. He never forgets, though - every time he hears a piece of music, be it piano, guitar, violin, he feels his feet itching to move, he feels his hips swaying in time, feels Jin's finers, laced with his own... He never forgets.
He has relationships, flings, but none are like that first. None of them are Jin.
Life goes on, Kame tells himself, people move on. Until one day, he sees a glimmer, a split second flash of skin and hair and his heart stops dead.
He follows, he can't help it, has to see who this person is who looks so much like him. He follows them across the city, down the back alleys and right up the steps, through the doors of the dance studio.
"Jin," he says softly, and they spin around to face him.
For the first time in years, Kame really, truly smiles. For the first time in years, he fances. He feels Jin's hand, warmth, kiss again, and promises himself that no matter what, he's not letting this go again.
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Date: 2009-07-05 04:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-05 05:59 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2009-10-14 11:40 pm (UTC)"Moron."
"Bitch."
"Fatass."
"Dick."
"Whore."
"... You say that like it's a bad thing..."
"Ji..." Kame lets out an exasperated sound, somewhere between a wail and a choking fit, and shoves his tongue into his cheek, "Just get out."
Jin bounces on the balls of his feet and - very pointedly - doesn't.
"Jin, please, just leave."
"But I wanted the purple one!"
Kame sighs, and clenches his jaw.
"You can't have the purple one. The purple one is for Koki, you know that."
"He always gets the purple one."
"Yes, because you always want the red one."
"But.." Jin appears to be thinking. Kame wonders if he should panic.
"But," Jin continues eventually, "Why does he always get the purple one? Why does Junno always get the green one? Why can't someone else have the red one for a change?"
Kame wonders if throwing himself out of the window is an option right now. It's certainly more appealing than the alternative of staying here.
"Because we don't like change!" He glares, "The last time we had change, you abandoned us for six months!" The moment the words left his mouth, he wilts visibly. "Sorry. That was uncalled for."
Jin sniffs, and for a moment, Kame thinks he's going to cry. Now is definitely the time to panic.
But Jin merely tosses his head and straightens up, "Does that mean I get the purple one?"
"No!" Kame roars, throwing Jin's allocated lollipop at him and chasing him out of the door, "You will take it and you will enjoy it or God help me, you will find yourself unable to eat anything again for the rest of your life that isn't ingested through an IV drip!"
A lesser person might have thought Kame was over-reacting, but he knows the truth. The last time Jin's tongue had turned blue, he'd refused to sing until it was completely pink again. When Ueda had discovered his orange lollipop had been switched for a yellow one on a particularly bad day, they'd have gotten more work done with Stalin standing in as their U. And Koki, Kame didn't even want to remember that incident. No, he knows what has to be done for the sake of his group, so Jin's red lollipop stays.
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Date: 2009-07-05 06:16 pm (UTC)Pin, watching clouds and sprouting Pin-wisdom.
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Date: 2009-10-15 05:40 pm (UTC)"Mmm, I guess so. Where's the trunk, then?"
"Just..." Yamapi reaches out to guide Jin's arm to the right angle, "Along there. See?"
"Oh!" He can practically feel Jin's grin, "It totally does."
Yamapi smiles, and searches the sky as the clouds continue to drift lazily past.
"That one," Jin starts, "Looks like a di-"
"Don't even say it."
"What?"
"Jin, everything looks like male genitalia to you."
Jin gasps in mock horror, "I wasn't going to say that!"
"No?" Yamapi's not convinced.
"No! I was going to say, 'that one looks like a... a... dinner plate." He finishes lamely, and Yamapi scoffs, elbowing his friend in the ribs.
"You suck."
He sees Jin sticking his tongue out out of the corner of his eye, "Love you too."
His heart skips, even though he knows Jin doesn't mean it like that.
"That one looks like a penguin," Jin continues, oblivious.
"I like penguins," Yamapi mutters.
"Me too. I like the way they waddle."
"Like you, you mean?"
Jin nudges him, and Yamapi tries to ignore the way his skin warms under the touch.
"They're cute. And stupid. And cute."
"Definitely like you, then." Yamapi's not sure if he means the 'stupid' part or the 'cute' part.
Jin just beams, so he supposes it doesn't really matter.
"And the babies are so fluffy!"
"That's really gay, Jin."
Jin ignores him, just keeps on smiling like an idiot, and in the face of that grin, Yamapi almost cracks, almost says it. But somehow using, "You know, speaking of gay..." to segue into his confession doesn't seem like quite the right way of going about it.
They lie there for what feels like hours, just watching the sky and enjoying each others' company. Eventually, Jin yawns, and turns his head into Yamapi's, using his cheek as a makeshift pillow. Yamapi can feel his friend's breath on his cheek, the pressure of Jin's hand where it had settled on his arm, and struggles to swallow around the lump in his throat.
"Ne, Jin..." He starts, and Jin murmurs a soft 'hmm' in reply.
"Have you ever... Do you ever... You know, um..."
"Mmm?"
"Sometimes, when I'm with you, I... I feel like, ah, like..."
Jin snuggles a little closer, and it gives Yamapi's confidence the boost it needs.
"I know this is sudden, but... I like you. I've liked you for a long time, I think, I just didn't realise. I'm sorry for bringing it up like this, but I didn't want to hide it from you anym-"
Jin snores.
Yamapi blinks, and laughs softly to himself, linking their fingers together by their sides. Jin's his best friend, after all, he's got all the time in the world to claim Jin for himself.
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Date: 2009-09-02 11:12 pm (UTC)Re: :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
Date: 2009-10-16 01:24 pm (UTC)"I don't know," his mother replies, eyeing the roud-a-bout warily, "What if you fall off and hurt yourself?"
"I won't! I promise!"
"Well..."
"Pleeeeeeeease?"
"... Okay." Uchi whoops, and takes off, running.
"But be careful!" His mother shouts after him, chewing her lip and sitting down on the bench to watch him like a hawk.
"Ucchan~!"
Uchi grins wider, and leaps on the round-a-bout next to his friend, "Kei-chan~!"
"This is Ryo!" Seven-year-old Koyama says, pointing to the small boy already seated, watching Uchi with wary eyes, "He's come all the way from Osaka too!"
"Uwa!" Uchi's eyes grow as wide as dinner plates, "Like me!"
"Mm!" Koyama nods happily, and Ryo appears to be warming to Uchi already at the realisation that they're practically brothers.
"Hi!" Uchi says, flashing all of his milk teeth, "I'm Uchi. I'm five." He holds up five fingers between them, just to make sure Ryo heard.
Ryo grunts, "Ryo. Six."
"Cool!" Uchi's spirit is undampened by Ryo's gruffness, "Let's have fun together, ne!"
Uchi likes making new friends, even if they're a little bit grumpy like Ryo. But they're both Osakan, and his mother was always saying he should never forget where he's from, should be proud of it, and Ryo seems to think the same thing - at least, he seems to like making fun of Kei-chan and his 'Tokyo-boy' way of speaking, and that's pretty much the same thing. Ryo might spin the round-a-bout too fast for him, might push him too high when they play on the swings, but when Kei-chan pushes him it's too gentle and he can't get high enough, so Uchi decides he likes Ryo after all.
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Date: 2009-09-02 11:12 pm (UTC)Ryo/Uchi - you are ridiculous OR i saw that! OR drunken bets OR "make me~"
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Date: 2009-10-16 01:39 pm (UTC)It was hard to ignore Uchi, though, when he wouldn't go away.
"Give it back."
"No."
"Come on, give it back."
"No."
"I need it."
"Don't."
"Uchi, I need it."
"No you don't."
Ryo's not known for his pacifism, and whether or not he considered Uchi his best friend, Ryo can only stretch his minimal patience so far.
"Grow up, will you," He growls.
Uchi's also known Ryo long enough to learn a few things about him. He knows the difference between Ryo's anger, pissy moods and fury, and more importantly, he knows the difference between Ryo's 'I'm-so-angry-I-could-hit-you' moods and his 'I'm-so-angry-I-will-hit-you' moods.
This, thankfully, was not the latter.
"Why should I?"
Ryo's glare is ferocious, but it doesn't faze him in the slightest. He had grown up around his father, after all.
"Ugh, will you stop being such a little bitch?"
"Make me."
Ryo lets out a blood-curdling yell and throws his book at the wall; it slams against it and falls to the floor in a mess of crumpled pages, where it stays, as if too scared to move.
Uchi just blinks, and Ryo storms out with a huff, the door rattling on its hinges.
He'll be back, Uchi knows. He's nearly there, all he needs to do is push Ryo that little bit more, and he'll get his way.
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Date: 2009-09-02 11:31 pm (UTC)ETA: Imoto finally gets a kiss from Tegoshi after 5 years of not kissing anyone!
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Date: 2009-10-16 02:03 pm (UTC)Tegoshi is still grinning, three days later. Imoto ducks her head, uncharacteristically shy now that they're alone together. She hadn't expected to even get the hug she'd requested from him, let alone to hear him murmur a time, date and place in her ear before he let go. But she'd turned up anyway, in regular - if slightly dressy - clothes, and without her charicature make-up, and there he'd been.
Tegoshi had flashed that wide, knee-weakening smile at her, and she couldn't help but smile back, eyes shining with excitement as he led her inside the restaurant.
Despite all of her aggressive advances and forward language, dinner is relatively understated, the conversation flowing easily as it might between two friends, instead of slightly awkward colleagues, as she'd expected it might, and now his eyes are alight with genuine pride. It makes her chest flutter.
"I told you I would!" She smiles back, a hint of her television character coming through, "I can't believe you doubted the things I'd do to get a hug from Tegoshi!"
He laughs, full-throated with his head thrown back, just the way she's grown accustomed to, and it never fails to make her pulse race. Shining eyes meet hers, and suddenly she feels like a normal girl, on a normal date, with a guy with a face that could stop traffic.
"I never doubted you for a second," he says, and she hides her blush behind her menu.
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"Thank you for dinner, Tegoshi-kun," she says when they get to her apartment block - he'd insisted on seeing her home, and she's a little shocked at how much of a gentleman he is.
He grins again, and bows his head, "It was my pleasure."
She shifts from one foot to the other, unsure of what to do now. It's been so long since she dated a boy, let alone a boy like Tegoshi, and it all feels foreign again.
"Well, um-" she starts, but he jumps in before she can continue.
"I had a really nice time tonight."
She swallows. "Me too."
"Would you like to, maybe, do it again?" His eyes are sure, but there's something in his voice, something almost unsure, that makes her want to hug him again. She doesn't, just nods eagerly, and he grins before taking a step closer.
When she doesn't back away, he places his hand on her arm.
"Was it true, what you said? About.. five years?"
She flushes, and nods, unable to meet his eyes.
He hums, then there are fingers on her chin, lifting her head and tilting it ever so slightly. She can't think, can't breathe, can't even close her eyes as he dips his head towards her and brushes their lips together in the softest, but most wonderful kiss she's ever received.
She sighs in disappointment when he pulls away, and he chuckles quietly, leaning in to kiss her forehead this time, "I'll call you in the morning, okay?"
She manages to compose herself enough to nod, heart thudding wildly in her chest while her knees threaten to give out, and he nods with a smile, turning and almost bouncing down the steps.
She feels frozen in place, feels ridiculous just watching him walk away, but then he turns and waves, grinning wide enough to show two rows of perfectly straight, bright teeth, and she's glad she didn't go inside. She remembers when his smile wasn't so pristine, when he had childish gaps in his off-white teeth, but despite how much she loves how he looks now, she thinks that even back then, as a gawky teenager, he still had an idol's smile.
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Date: 2009-09-03 03:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-16 02:23 pm (UTC)Yamapi groans, and Kame flips him off, scarcely bothering to look up from his script.
"Now, is that any way to treat someone whose bought you presents?"
Suddenly, Jin feels much more attractive.
"Presents? Like what?" Yamapi eyes the bags in Jin's hands eagerly.
Kame just sounds suspicious, "What do you want from me?"
Scoffing, Jin dumps the bags on the coffee table, "I go to Mexico for two weeks, and all you care about is my gifts. I see how it is."
Yamapi pats Jin's shoulder, "Good, at least you know what we want you for."
Jin clutches at his chest dramatically, "You wound me!" He flails for a moment before Kame slaps him upside the head, then returns to unpacking his loot.
"Here!" He says, pulling Yamapi's gift from its bag with a flourish, "Try it on!"
His friend's face lights up, and he lets Jin cram it onto his head, "Uwa! A sombrero!!"
Kame raises an eyebrow, then turns back to the wad of paper in his hands.
"I got you something too, ne, Kaz!" Jin waves a plastic bag under Kame's nose, and Kame takes it warily.
"It won't explode, will it?"
"No."
"It won't try and eat me either, right?"
"No!"
"It won't-"
"Just open the goddamn bag, Kaz!"
"Okay, okay, fine..." Kame peers inside before lifting out the contents, then fixes Jin with an incredulous stare, "'My boyfriend went to Mexico and all I got was this lousy T-shirti? Boyfriend?!"
Jin gulps and hides behind his best friend, the sombrero successfully hiding most of his face, "There's.. There's something else in there, too.."
Kame grinds his teeth, but reaches in for the smaller, paper bag with brightly colours designs printed across it. Inside is a tiny, red, mock pinata with a ring on the end to attach it to a keyring. The decoration across its middle is pink and green, and it has a miniature green sombrero on its head.
"It reminded me of us," Jin squeaks from behind Yamapi's hat.
Kame smiles softly, and decides killing Jin can wait until later.
"I got tequila, too! Best in the country! I thought you could use something strong, Kaz, you need to lighten up a little."
When he's least expecting it.
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From:no subject
Date: 2009-09-03 03:26 am (UTC)I would like a drabble inspired by one of these pictures please!!!
KoKame (http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/beltenebra/Kokameinconcert.jpg)
or... and this is an odd one...
Baru and Koki, who are both adorable little huggle-bunnies! (http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv49/beltenebra/BaruandKoki.jpg)
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Date: 2009-10-16 02:47 pm (UTC)Ueda might be known for being easily irritated and frustrated, for getting worked up and angry over things most other people would brush off without a thought, but this was different. They were different.
They were so painfully open in their affections, not even trying to hide it, and it makes him seethe. Every time he seems them together, catches their shared glances, the little touches that seem to be given in abundance, the little hitch of breath when they're stood too close, all of it makes his blood boil.
Ueda wishes with all his might that it was anger he's feeling, but he can't even fool himself.
The last straw comes when they're all onstage together. It seems to be up on the stage where the pair are in their element, they can get as close as they want, touch wherever they want - within reason - and all it does is make the fans scream louder. Thankfully, Ueda's not supposed to be singing when he sees them; Kame waltzing across the stage to Koki, pressing up against him briefly before turning to walk away. Koki's hand on his shoulder makes Kame pause, looking back at him over his shoulder as he brushes his hair from his face, and Koki steps up close with a secretive smile, rolling his hips minutely before Kame continues on, never missing a beat.
Ueda, on the other hand, misses his cue, something they all think it's funny to mock him for - they make the most of being able to tease him onstage, when he can't throw a punch - and that infuriates him, too.
It's not fair, he thinks, as he follows them stealthily into the showers and watches Koki press Kame up against the wall, kissing and licking and biting at whatever bare skin he can reach while Kame tosses his head back and grabs fistfuls of Koki's hair. It's not fair that they have what he wants, what he dreams about every night, and as he fists himself to completion, muffling his cry with his fingers as Koki quiets Kame with his own, he thinks that next time, he might just have to liven things up a little.
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Date: 2009-09-03 02:48 pm (UTC)JinJunno - "What they don't know can't hurt them."
RyoShige - Anything you can do, I can do better.
♥
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Date: 2009-10-16 02:55 pm (UTC)"Yes."
"But-"
"Shh."
"But what if-"
"I said, shh, don't worry about it." Jin smoothes a hand down Junno's back, pressing their mouths back together while Junno's hands dance around in midair for a moment longer before settling on Jin's shoulders.
"It feels good, right?"
"Mhmm," Junno mumbles against Jin's lips, and Jin smirks, flicking his tongue between the crease before he speaks again, this time moving to kiss his way down Junno's neck.
"It feels good, that's all that matters."
"But what if they-"
Junno's persistant, so Jin pulls on the flesh beneath his lips, suckling on it carefully enough that Junno really feels it, but doesn't leave a mark.
"They'll never find out, not unless you tell them." Jin lifts his head, speaking against Junno's lips, "Are you going to tell them?"
Junno shakes his head no, and Jin smiles.
"Well, then. What they don't know can't hurt them." He catches Junno's mouth again, done with talking, and is rewarded for his coaxing when Junno wraps long arms around him and moans around his tongue.
No, the girls don't need to know about this, about their paddling in the warm waters of sins of the flesh. It would only complicate things, and, Jin tells himself as Junno arches beneath him, they've both got images to keep, after all.
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From:no subject
Date: 2009-09-03 09:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-04 02:07 pm (UTC)aslkjd rolling scone, what is this? what happened to espoused? *is confused*
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