Meme: Reborn Music Challenge
Author: kittyling
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Rating: G to R
Pairings: Aha, several. See the invidual links.
Notes: Did this meme for 8059 the other day and decided to let any character/pairing be game this time. Only got half of them done today, so I'll post the other half later this week most likely. (Finals, ugh.)
Music Meme
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
1. Alcohol - CSS
This is so weird
Am I sleeping? Is this a dream? ...No!
"Haha, whoa. You're extremely drunk!"
Ryohei decided to ignore the fact that he wasn't one hundred percent sober either. He could totally handle his liquor, though, and Hibari clearly needed his assistance getting in the door so he moved an arm around the other boy's waist, steadying him. That earned Ryohei a death glare, blue eyes looking a little glazed beneath dark bangs, but they still managed to fix on him as the two boys stumbled inside the house.
"I'll be right back! Gonna get you some water." Ryohei made sure that Hibari was safely situated on the couch before dashing into the kitchen and filling up a glass.
By the time he made it back into the living room, the other boy was fast asleep.
2. House of Cards - Radiohead
I don't wanna be your friend
I just wanna be your lover
No matter how it ends
No matter how it starts
None of them know how it began. None of them really want to think about it too hard, because that would mean acknowledging this for what it is. (And what is it, exactly?)
A breathy laugh, tickling the hair at the nape of Tsuna's neck, the sound transitioning into a quiet groan as Gokudera presses kisses along Yamamoto's shoulder, teeth nipping at soft skin. Long, slender fingers--they're perfectly suited for the piano, Tsuna realizes with a shiver, but right now they're playing him--slide down Tsuna's stomach, then reach for his hand as another hand fills the spot that Gokudera's just left. This hand is larger, fingers calloused but still warm as they drift lower, lower...
Tsuna remembers. Months ago, it started with a game of cards.
3. Up Against The Wall - Peter Bjorn & John
The bruises on your face don't bother me at all
"Fucking piece of trash."
Squalo wonders how close he is to getting a broken rib. His body aches, stomach bruised from the swift, brutal kicks of a leather boot, gaze drifting to the shards of glass littering the floor around his head, glinting in the light of Xanxus's desk lamp. He tastes copper, thick and nauseating and he quells the urge to spit onto the rug, swallowing hard instead.
Xanxus is pacing now, and Squalo wonders again. Wonders how many kicks will be satisfactory, wonders whether Xanxus will fist his hands in long, silver hair and bite Squalo's lip to draw more blood, to draw just the right reaction from the swordsman. And the "right reaction" varies from day to day.
The heel of that boot is shoving at his hip, rolling Squalo onto his back and as he meets Xanxus's gaze, those dark eyes burning with anger and disgust (and sometimes, sometimes desire--but not now, not yet), he realizes how pathetic he is.
Squalo wants this almost as much as he hates it.
4. Silence - Delerium & Sarah McLachlan
Possessing all the beauty
Hungry still for more
It smells like cherry blossoms.
The fragrance washes over Hibari, heady and strong and his eyes flutter shut for a moment. He doesn't know this place, doesn't know how long he's been asleep--is he awake?--and he struggles to remember, to fight it but his mind moves sluggishly, just barely breaking the surface of this dream in which he's slowly, slowly drowning.
The petals are soft against his skin, drifting and landing and drifting again and Hibari doesn't register the moment when they're replaced with fingers, wonderfully cool on a body that's now too hot, burning, and Hibari aches for them without thinking, just--needing.
A low, strange chuckle against his ear and Hibari's skin erupts in goosebumps, his mind suddenly clear.
The fingers vanish, and Hibari is left panting in his bed.
5. Music Is My Hot, Hot Sex - CSS
My music is where I'd like you to touch
Sometimes, Spanner feels like he's talking to thin air.
It's the headphones. When Shouichi isn't absorbed in work, he's absorbed in music; headphones over his ears, mp3 player turned up as loud as it will go without the worry of doing serious damage to his ear drums. Eyes closed, lips slightly parted as he reclines in his chair, foot tapping out a beat on the floor.
And sometimes--on very rare occasions--Shouichi will share his music. Spanner can appreciate it, to an extent (especially since a good chunk of Shouichi's library is Japanese); but what's more interesting is the way that it affects Shouichi.
Thumping bass, pounding out a steady rhythm and Shouichi's body will inevitably fall into synch with it, skin hot-slick with sweat as he moves against Spanner, unashamed. It's almost like he's drunk, and Spanner wonders at how something as simple as an instrumental beat can bring this out of him. He watches him, touches him, absorbed and trying to learn, to understand just what it is that moves him to this state.
And when they fall back onto Shouichi's bed, chests rising and falling heavily with unsteady breathing, sated and exhausted, Shouichi opts for classical. Unplugs his mp3 player from its speakers and puts his headphones back on, watching as Spanner zips up his jumpsuit.
One of these days, Spanner is certain he'll understand. For now, he just accepts this as another of Shouichi's quirks.
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Rating: G to R
Pairings: Aha, several. See the invidual links.
Notes: Did this meme for 8059 the other day and decided to let any character/pairing be game this time. Only got half of them done today, so I'll post the other half later this week most likely. (Finals, ugh.)
Music Meme
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
1. Alcohol - CSS
This is so weird
Am I sleeping? Is this a dream? ...No!
"Haha, whoa. You're extremely drunk!"
Ryohei decided to ignore the fact that he wasn't one hundred percent sober either. He could totally handle his liquor, though, and Hibari clearly needed his assistance getting in the door so he moved an arm around the other boy's waist, steadying him. That earned Ryohei a death glare, blue eyes looking a little glazed beneath dark bangs, but they still managed to fix on him as the two boys stumbled inside the house.
"I'll be right back! Gonna get you some water." Ryohei made sure that Hibari was safely situated on the couch before dashing into the kitchen and filling up a glass.
By the time he made it back into the living room, the other boy was fast asleep.
2. House of Cards - Radiohead
I don't wanna be your friend
I just wanna be your lover
No matter how it ends
No matter how it starts
None of them know how it began. None of them really want to think about it too hard, because that would mean acknowledging this for what it is. (And what is it, exactly?)
A breathy laugh, tickling the hair at the nape of Tsuna's neck, the sound transitioning into a quiet groan as Gokudera presses kisses along Yamamoto's shoulder, teeth nipping at soft skin. Long, slender fingers--they're perfectly suited for the piano, Tsuna realizes with a shiver, but right now they're playing him--slide down Tsuna's stomach, then reach for his hand as another hand fills the spot that Gokudera's just left. This hand is larger, fingers calloused but still warm as they drift lower, lower...
Tsuna remembers. Months ago, it started with a game of cards.
3. Up Against The Wall - Peter Bjorn & John
The bruises on your face don't bother me at all
"Fucking piece of trash."
Squalo wonders how close he is to getting a broken rib. His body aches, stomach bruised from the swift, brutal kicks of a leather boot, gaze drifting to the shards of glass littering the floor around his head, glinting in the light of Xanxus's desk lamp. He tastes copper, thick and nauseating and he quells the urge to spit onto the rug, swallowing hard instead.
Xanxus is pacing now, and Squalo wonders again. Wonders how many kicks will be satisfactory, wonders whether Xanxus will fist his hands in long, silver hair and bite Squalo's lip to draw more blood, to draw just the right reaction from the swordsman. And the "right reaction" varies from day to day.
The heel of that boot is shoving at his hip, rolling Squalo onto his back and as he meets Xanxus's gaze, those dark eyes burning with anger and disgust (and sometimes, sometimes desire--but not now, not yet), he realizes how pathetic he is.
Squalo wants this almost as much as he hates it.
4. Silence - Delerium & Sarah McLachlan
Possessing all the beauty
Hungry still for more
It smells like cherry blossoms.
The fragrance washes over Hibari, heady and strong and his eyes flutter shut for a moment. He doesn't know this place, doesn't know how long he's been asleep--is he awake?--and he struggles to remember, to fight it but his mind moves sluggishly, just barely breaking the surface of this dream in which he's slowly, slowly drowning.
The petals are soft against his skin, drifting and landing and drifting again and Hibari doesn't register the moment when they're replaced with fingers, wonderfully cool on a body that's now too hot, burning, and Hibari aches for them without thinking, just--needing.
A low, strange chuckle against his ear and Hibari's skin erupts in goosebumps, his mind suddenly clear.
The fingers vanish, and Hibari is left panting in his bed.
5. Music Is My Hot, Hot Sex - CSS
My music is where I'd like you to touch
Sometimes, Spanner feels like he's talking to thin air.
It's the headphones. When Shouichi isn't absorbed in work, he's absorbed in music; headphones over his ears, mp3 player turned up as loud as it will go without the worry of doing serious damage to his ear drums. Eyes closed, lips slightly parted as he reclines in his chair, foot tapping out a beat on the floor.
And sometimes--on very rare occasions--Shouichi will share his music. Spanner can appreciate it, to an extent (especially since a good chunk of Shouichi's library is Japanese); but what's more interesting is the way that it affects Shouichi.
Thumping bass, pounding out a steady rhythm and Shouichi's body will inevitably fall into synch with it, skin hot-slick with sweat as he moves against Spanner, unashamed. It's almost like he's drunk, and Spanner wonders at how something as simple as an instrumental beat can bring this out of him. He watches him, touches him, absorbed and trying to learn, to understand just what it is that moves him to this state.
And when they fall back onto Shouichi's bed, chests rising and falling heavily with unsteady breathing, sated and exhausted, Shouichi opts for classical. Unplugs his mp3 player from its speakers and puts his headphones back on, watching as Spanner zips up his jumpsuit.
One of these days, Spanner is certain he'll understand. For now, he just accepts this as another of Shouichi's quirks.