sduaodiaspdas i'm dizzy 8(
Because frostbittenlove is and will forever be a bully. 8(
Batch of drabbles, written here and there, mostly while spazzing with Kei. She makes me do things. SHE'S EVIL. EVIL!!!11! May or may not make sense, may or may not be in-character. Some maybe be continued, if prodded with force. Maybe. 8( All drabbles written for and/or at the prompting of frostbittenlove unless otherwise stated. /shot
just like flying; Sakurai Sho/Horikita Maki, cheese =__=; G.
Sho's grip on Maki's hands is almost painful, but she lets him, notorious is his fear of heights that showed in the whitening of his knuckles. "Sakurai-kun," she says, and he looks at her, eyes filled with dread as the elevator climbing Tokyo Tower continued to ascend. She gives him a faint but encouraging smile. "It will be okay." Maki gives his hands a squeeze. "Listen. Just close your eyes."
Reluctantly, Sho does as she says, and her quiet voice fills his ears. "I'm not going to let go, okay? Just keep your eyes closed... doesn't it feel like we're flying?"
He finds himself opening his eyes, their increasing distance to the ground forgotten as he takes in the sight of her with her head turned upwards slightly, eyes closed and a smile on her face, her hands curled around his.
a perfect curve; Nishikido Ryo/Sawajiri Erika, angstyish; G.
He smiles so hard it almost hurts. Her hand pauses on the door knob, turning to look at him, and Ryo grins wider, lips stretched and teeth bared, trying to hide the stinging in his eyes as she begins to walk out of his life for the hundredth, maybe thousandth time; and not for the first time he wonders why he kept letting her in anyway. Erika's gaze meets his and he knows that she knows-she had always been the last person he could ever fool-and she can't help but let out a faint tinkling laugh at the look on his face. "Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Nishikido." Her voice is strained, almost pleading, and Ryo looks away so he wouldn't see the tear that trails down her right cheek, creating a perfect curve on her skin. "Don't."
hiding; Nishikido Ryo/Sawajiri Erika, friendship fic if you squint; G.
She stares at the contents of his refrigerator in disbelief. "Pineapples?" Erika's voice echoes clear through the kitchen, to the living room, where Ryo is currently sprawled face-down on the couch. "Since when did you become such a pineapple enthusiast, Nishikido?"
Half-asleep, Ryo decides it's never a good dream when it's her voice drilling into his head. "Sawajiri," he croaks, raising his head, hair sticking up on one side from where it had been squashed on the pillow. "Th' hell y'doin' here-"
"Hiding," she answers breezily, kicking his fridge shut before proceeding to open and close his empty cupboards in the most annoying manner possible to a semi-hungover man.
picture perfect; Yokoyama Yu/Ishihara Satomi, will give you cavities; G.
The first thing Satomi does right after Yu tells her not to take a picture is to whip her phone out and take one.
"Oi-!" he protests, albeit weakly, trying to cover his face with one hand while keeping the other on the wheel.
"Oi," she returns, giggling, reaching for his raised hand to place it firmly back on the steering wheel. "Focus on your driving, Yu-chan."
"I can't if you take pictures," Yu grumbles, but he obeys, keeping his eyes on the road while she gleefully takes shot after shot.
"Yokoyama Yu's face of utter concentration while driving," Satomi intones, affecting a low, newscaster-voice, taking another picture. "A close-up of his lips~" Click. "His ears which seem to be turning red-" Click. "Now for a handsome profile shot-" Click. Click. Click.
Yu could only laugh and duck his head in embarrassment. Later, though, when she falls asleep against him in the course of their long drive, he takes out his own phone for a quick shot.
"Ishihara Satomi, sleeping beauty," he whispers. Click.
thanks for nothing; Domyouji/Makino babyfic if you squint; Hana Yori Dango; G.
"I've brought you some tea," the nurse says, bustling back into the room (suite, actually) where Makino is resting, with a tray in her arms.
"Thank you," Domyouji says, actually sounding grateful as he stands up to reach for the cup.
The nurse shoots him a glare. "I meant for your wife."
before the sun goes dark; Yokoyama Yu/Ishihara Satomi/Nishikido Ryo; G.
actually attempting to turn this into a full-fledged one shot, but I can't hold angst for too long lately. /shot
It's a simple act, reaching for one's toothbrush and putting toothpaste on it before sticking said brush into your mouth, but Satomi finds that even her normal routine is thrown off simply because her mind is filled with thoughts of him. Her eyes sting and she tells herself it's because of the mint in her toothpaste, but soon she is sobbing, one hand clutching at the sink like a lifeline, the other clamped to her mouth so she wouldn't wake him with her sobs.
--
"I don't know since when," Subaru says, not really looking at Yuu in the eye, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck. "I dunno how it happened either. But they're together now." There is a pause before Subaru adds, "I've never seen Ryo this happy before," and inwardly Yoko thinks that he's never seen Satomi that happy before, either. Never with him.
--
"Let's talk," Yuu says, and he hates that his voice sounds pleading, but thinks that he'd plead again and again just to have just one last word with her. One last chance.
"There's really nothing more to talk about, Yokoyama-kun," she says softly, and her gaze on him is steady, sad, but sure. Sure that she's moved on.
"You love me."
"I loved you," Satomi corrects him.
underneath; Sakurai Sho/Horikita Maki; PG-ish.
Maki never leaves any trace of her behind, except for the scent of her shampoo lingering in his bathroom long after she's gone. He's said before and she knows that she's more than welcome to leave some of her clothes, even just a pair of underwear, in case of emergencies like the one time they got caught out in the rain and it was Maki who'd said that Sho's place was nearer. She was shivering as they went up the lift, but her chin was raised slightly in an effort to be composed, and all Sho could stare at was not the way her wet clothes clung to her curves but at how a drop of water trickled slowly down her throat but she would always be prepared otherwise, all of her things neatly packed in an overnight bag.
She was always gone come morning. This morning is just like all the other mornings when she'd stay over the night before: her side of his bed neatly tucked in, save for the slight indentation on the pillow her head had been on, and it makes Sho a little lonely. He stumbles out of bed and shuffles to the kitchen for a cup of coffee when he notices it: a magnet stuck on his otherwise magnet-less refrigerator door in the shape of a plate of pasta. Do your best today, the note beneath it says in her handwriting.
He grins like an idiot for the rest of the day.
summer; Matsumoto Jun/Inoue Mao, smuttyish; R.
IDEK HOW I CAN EVEN WRITE THE CUTENESS THAT IS JUNMAO IN AN R SETTING. IDE.
for novemberbaby because smutJunMao makes everything better ♥
She's always been fond of ice cream-this was no secret-but Mao never gave much thought about ice, aside from its obvious use to cool beverages, or in ice skating rinks, or- or ice sculptures-
Her train of thought is deliciously derailed when she feels Jun's tongue in the wake of the ice cube he's sliding down her torso, dipping into her belly button and slipping lower, making her gasp out and buck her hips, once, twice, into his hand as he briefly strokes the ice teasingly between her legs, mouth hovering to pant hot breaths over cold, moist skin before letting it melt completely somewhere down her thighs.
Mao swallows back a whimper, mouth falling open as she breathed in quick, short gasps, his name getting caught in her throat. "Jun-"
"Shh." The low hiss of his voice is a caress that was as effective as the ice melting against her skin. One hand has her wrists pinned effectively above her head, and Jun reaches for another cube with the other, circling it around the peak of one breast, lips curving into a satisfied smirk when he replaces the cold with the suckling warmth of his mouth.
the un-romanticism of rain; Ninomiya Kazunari/Kuroki Meisa; G.
Oh look, apparently I write Arashi now. When the hell did that happen?
for the awesome sinonymity ♥
When Meisa opens her front door to a dripping Nino, she laughs instead of feeling sorry for him.
"You better have forgotten to bring an umbrella," she remarks, stepping aside to let him pass and wrinkling her nose at the squelching sound his shoes make, "or don't tell me you didn't bring one on purpose so you'd get sick and I'd take care of you, because I won't."
"I didn't want to carry one," he says, trying to kick his right shoe off and not bothering to untie it. "And who says you have to take care of me? I'm not sick." This proclamation is promptly followed by a loud sneeze.
Much later, wrapped warmly in Meisa's bathrobe and feeling warmer still as she stands between his legs while she dries his hair herself (albeit with a bit too much force than what was necessary, he thinks), Nino closes his eyes and presses his face to her stomach and hugs her and mutters something like an apology. She murmurs something that sounded like it's okay, but orders him to make tea for them.
Much later still, while Meisa has already dropped her head on his shoulder and is sound asleep, Nino thinks it would be nice to always fall asleep to the sound of rain before surrendering to slumber himself.
sink or swim; Yamashita Tomohisa/Kitagawa Keiko, angstyish; G. Buzzer Beat-period.
for my newfound flailbuddy ureiworuewoieleventy!!1 reiicharu ♥
She knows him from high school, knows him from university, knows him now from working with him, but sometimes Keiko finds herself wondering if she actually knows Yamapi at all.
This is what's tiring about relationships, she thinks, as she watches him talk and laugh with a few of the staff while they wait for the rain that had suddenly poured to let up. Having to think not of yourself, but of the other person. All the time. She looks at him and sees the tiredness in his gaze, no matter how sparkling his eyes appear to be in front of people. She wonders if he knows what she can see, if she's actually seeing what she thinks she sees. She thinks he does, and she thinks it doesn't help that she knows how there are layers upon layers of masks that he hides behind to protect himself from the rest of the world, to urge himself to keep going.
Sometimes Keiko wonders how many layers there are.
Sometimes she thinks it doesn't matter, once filming is over for the day and they go home and they're in bed and she could feel the tiredness seeping from his bones into her own, and all she could do is hold him and try to be strong for him-for both of them-even if she could barely keep herself afloat, drowning in a vast ocean that is Yamapi.
Batch of drabbles, written here and there, mostly while spazzing with Kei. She makes me do things. SHE'S EVIL. EVIL!!!11! May or may not make sense, may or may not be in-character. Some maybe be continued, if prodded with force. Maybe. 8( All drabbles written for and/or at the prompting of frostbittenlove unless otherwise stated. /shot
just like flying; Sakurai Sho/Horikita Maki, cheese =__=; G.
Sho's grip on Maki's hands is almost painful, but she lets him, notorious is his fear of heights that showed in the whitening of his knuckles. "Sakurai-kun," she says, and he looks at her, eyes filled with dread as the elevator climbing Tokyo Tower continued to ascend. She gives him a faint but encouraging smile. "It will be okay." Maki gives his hands a squeeze. "Listen. Just close your eyes."
Reluctantly, Sho does as she says, and her quiet voice fills his ears. "I'm not going to let go, okay? Just keep your eyes closed... doesn't it feel like we're flying?"
He finds himself opening his eyes, their increasing distance to the ground forgotten as he takes in the sight of her with her head turned upwards slightly, eyes closed and a smile on her face, her hands curled around his.
a perfect curve; Nishikido Ryo/Sawajiri Erika, angstyish; G.
He smiles so hard it almost hurts. Her hand pauses on the door knob, turning to look at him, and Ryo grins wider, lips stretched and teeth bared, trying to hide the stinging in his eyes as she begins to walk out of his life for the hundredth, maybe thousandth time; and not for the first time he wonders why he kept letting her in anyway. Erika's gaze meets his and he knows that she knows-she had always been the last person he could ever fool-and she can't help but let out a faint tinkling laugh at the look on his face. "Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Nishikido." Her voice is strained, almost pleading, and Ryo looks away so he wouldn't see the tear that trails down her right cheek, creating a perfect curve on her skin. "Don't."
hiding; Nishikido Ryo/Sawajiri Erika, friendship fic if you squint; G.
She stares at the contents of his refrigerator in disbelief. "Pineapples?" Erika's voice echoes clear through the kitchen, to the living room, where Ryo is currently sprawled face-down on the couch. "Since when did you become such a pineapple enthusiast, Nishikido?"
Half-asleep, Ryo decides it's never a good dream when it's her voice drilling into his head. "Sawajiri," he croaks, raising his head, hair sticking up on one side from where it had been squashed on the pillow. "Th' hell y'doin' here-"
"Hiding," she answers breezily, kicking his fridge shut before proceeding to open and close his empty cupboards in the most annoying manner possible to a semi-hungover man.
picture perfect; Yokoyama Yu/Ishihara Satomi, will give you cavities; G.
The first thing Satomi does right after Yu tells her not to take a picture is to whip her phone out and take one.
"Oi-!" he protests, albeit weakly, trying to cover his face with one hand while keeping the other on the wheel.
"Oi," she returns, giggling, reaching for his raised hand to place it firmly back on the steering wheel. "Focus on your driving, Yu-chan."
"I can't if you take pictures," Yu grumbles, but he obeys, keeping his eyes on the road while she gleefully takes shot after shot.
"Yokoyama Yu's face of utter concentration while driving," Satomi intones, affecting a low, newscaster-voice, taking another picture. "A close-up of his lips~" Click. "His ears which seem to be turning red-" Click. "Now for a handsome profile shot-" Click. Click. Click.
Yu could only laugh and duck his head in embarrassment. Later, though, when she falls asleep against him in the course of their long drive, he takes out his own phone for a quick shot.
"Ishihara Satomi, sleeping beauty," he whispers. Click.
thanks for nothing; Domyouji/Makino babyfic if you squint; Hana Yori Dango; G.
"I've brought you some tea," the nurse says, bustling back into the room (suite, actually) where Makino is resting, with a tray in her arms.
"Thank you," Domyouji says, actually sounding grateful as he stands up to reach for the cup.
The nurse shoots him a glare. "I meant for your wife."
before the sun goes dark; Yokoyama Yu/Ishihara Satomi/Nishikido Ryo; G.
actually attempting to turn this into a full-fledged one shot, but I can't hold angst for too long lately. /shot
It's a simple act, reaching for one's toothbrush and putting toothpaste on it before sticking said brush into your mouth, but Satomi finds that even her normal routine is thrown off simply because her mind is filled with thoughts of him. Her eyes sting and she tells herself it's because of the mint in her toothpaste, but soon she is sobbing, one hand clutching at the sink like a lifeline, the other clamped to her mouth so she wouldn't wake him with her sobs.
--
"I don't know since when," Subaru says, not really looking at Yuu in the eye, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck. "I dunno how it happened either. But they're together now." There is a pause before Subaru adds, "I've never seen Ryo this happy before," and inwardly Yoko thinks that he's never seen Satomi that happy before, either. Never with him.
--
"Let's talk," Yuu says, and he hates that his voice sounds pleading, but thinks that he'd plead again and again just to have just one last word with her. One last chance.
"There's really nothing more to talk about, Yokoyama-kun," she says softly, and her gaze on him is steady, sad, but sure. Sure that she's moved on.
"You love me."
"I loved you," Satomi corrects him.
underneath; Sakurai Sho/Horikita Maki; PG-ish.
Maki never leaves any trace of her behind, except for the scent of her shampoo lingering in his bathroom long after she's gone. He's said before and she knows that she's more than welcome to leave some of her clothes, even just a pair of underwear, in case of emergencies like the one time they got caught out in the rain and it was Maki who'd said that Sho's place was nearer. She was shivering as they went up the lift, but her chin was raised slightly in an effort to be composed, and all Sho could stare at was not the way her wet clothes clung to her curves but at how a drop of water trickled slowly down her throat but she would always be prepared otherwise, all of her things neatly packed in an overnight bag.
She was always gone come morning. This morning is just like all the other mornings when she'd stay over the night before: her side of his bed neatly tucked in, save for the slight indentation on the pillow her head had been on, and it makes Sho a little lonely. He stumbles out of bed and shuffles to the kitchen for a cup of coffee when he notices it: a magnet stuck on his otherwise magnet-less refrigerator door in the shape of a plate of pasta. Do your best today, the note beneath it says in her handwriting.
He grins like an idiot for the rest of the day.
summer; Matsumoto Jun/Inoue Mao, smuttyish; R.
IDEK HOW I CAN EVEN WRITE THE CUTENESS THAT IS JUNMAO IN AN R SETTING. IDE.
for novemberbaby because smutJunMao makes everything better ♥
She's always been fond of ice cream-this was no secret-but Mao never gave much thought about ice, aside from its obvious use to cool beverages, or in ice skating rinks, or- or ice sculptures-
Her train of thought is deliciously derailed when she feels Jun's tongue in the wake of the ice cube he's sliding down her torso, dipping into her belly button and slipping lower, making her gasp out and buck her hips, once, twice, into his hand as he briefly strokes the ice teasingly between her legs, mouth hovering to pant hot breaths over cold, moist skin before letting it melt completely somewhere down her thighs.
Mao swallows back a whimper, mouth falling open as she breathed in quick, short gasps, his name getting caught in her throat. "Jun-"
"Shh." The low hiss of his voice is a caress that was as effective as the ice melting against her skin. One hand has her wrists pinned effectively above her head, and Jun reaches for another cube with the other, circling it around the peak of one breast, lips curving into a satisfied smirk when he replaces the cold with the suckling warmth of his mouth.
the un-romanticism of rain; Ninomiya Kazunari/Kuroki Meisa; G.
Oh look, apparently I write Arashi now. When the hell did that happen?
for the awesome sinonymity ♥
When Meisa opens her front door to a dripping Nino, she laughs instead of feeling sorry for him.
"You better have forgotten to bring an umbrella," she remarks, stepping aside to let him pass and wrinkling her nose at the squelching sound his shoes make, "or don't tell me you didn't bring one on purpose so you'd get sick and I'd take care of you, because I won't."
"I didn't want to carry one," he says, trying to kick his right shoe off and not bothering to untie it. "And who says you have to take care of me? I'm not sick." This proclamation is promptly followed by a loud sneeze.
Much later, wrapped warmly in Meisa's bathrobe and feeling warmer still as she stands between his legs while she dries his hair herself (albeit with a bit too much force than what was necessary, he thinks), Nino closes his eyes and presses his face to her stomach and hugs her and mutters something like an apology. She murmurs something that sounded like it's okay, but orders him to make tea for them.
Much later still, while Meisa has already dropped her head on his shoulder and is sound asleep, Nino thinks it would be nice to always fall asleep to the sound of rain before surrendering to slumber himself.
sink or swim; Yamashita Tomohisa/Kitagawa Keiko, angstyish; G. Buzzer Beat-period.
for my newfound flailbuddy ureiworuewoieleventy!!1 reiicharu ♥
She knows him from high school, knows him from university, knows him now from working with him, but sometimes Keiko finds herself wondering if she actually knows Yamapi at all.
This is what's tiring about relationships, she thinks, as she watches him talk and laugh with a few of the staff while they wait for the rain that had suddenly poured to let up. Having to think not of yourself, but of the other person. All the time. She looks at him and sees the tiredness in his gaze, no matter how sparkling his eyes appear to be in front of people. She wonders if he knows what she can see, if she's actually seeing what she thinks she sees. She thinks he does, and she thinks it doesn't help that she knows how there are layers upon layers of masks that he hides behind to protect himself from the rest of the world, to urge himself to keep going.
Sometimes Keiko wonders how many layers there are.
Sometimes she thinks it doesn't matter, once filming is over for the day and they go home and they're in bed and she could feel the tiredness seeping from his bones into her own, and all she could do is hold him and try to be strong for him-for both of them-even if she could barely keep herself afloat, drowning in a vast ocean that is Yamapi.