Drabble batch #1
Fair warning. They're pretty bad. :D
Koyama/Aiba/ibex - written for misticloud to take the challenge from her shoulders lol.
Koyama stood, anxiously awaiting the animal Aiba had prepared for him to meet. The day was warm and he was sweating a little under his thin t-shirt. He could smell the musty odors of mixed animal sweat and, while it could have been gross, he actually found it a little comforting - it reminded him of days at the zoo with his mother and sister and he giggled a bit when he remembered the time a goat had tried to eat his hair and his mom and sister had just laughed as he tried to extricate himself without losing any. Aiba’s voice calling his name jolted him from the memory. What awaited him on the other side of the door was perplexing - a ram with the biggest, curliest horns he’d ever seen was regarding him placidly.
“Really? A … goat, Aiba?”
“It’s not a goat, Koyama. It’s an ibex.”
They stood there regarding it solemnly for a moment before Koyama began laughing and snorted. “It sure is horny.”
They both dissolved into giggles.
Shige/Pi - balloons. Pree's prompt because I asked nicely.
He heard laughter on the other side of the door, raucous and unrestrained and he wasn’t sure he wanted to go in there right now. But his bag. He did a little mental weighing. Ok. Just run in, get the bag and leave.
When he opened the door, Koyama all but collapsed on him, grasping his chest and wheezing with laughter. Shige felt his eyes drawn toward the only standing figure in the room, Yamapi, whose t-shirt was bulging suspiciously more than normal in the chest area. He was sashaying toward Shige, hips swaying as he stuck out his chest and bumped Shige’s with his own. It was remarkably bouncy. He poked one side a little hard, causing a pop and Yamapi’s face contorted.
“Owwwwwwwwwwwww!” And then Shige was the one rolling with laughter as Yamapi kept going, “My nipple, my nipple” while limping around the room.
NewS gen - Alarms are never necessary when Massu is around. Gem prompt because I felt silly just posting one drabble.
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Five members of NewS lay sprawled across various surfaces in the dressing room. Tegoshi was curled into the armchair, a tight ball nestled in its plushy contours. Yamapi had fallen asleep sitting on the couch and his head was cocked back onto the couch cushions in a way that would really hurt when he woke up. Ryo had his head nestled on Yamapi’s lap, hand curled possessively around his friend’s thigh as the rest of his body occupied the remainder of the couch. Koyama was sleeping on the table, Shige’s books shoved haphazardly around his body where he had moved them to make room for himself. Except for the one Shige was sleeping on, its open pages pressed against Shige’s face.
Massu, he had woken up five minutes ago from his position in the remaining armchair and was sleepily watching the rest of the members. Five minutes lengthened to ten and he began to fidget. Ten became twelve and he stood up, shifting his weight from left to right as he pondered the consequences of his next actions. He almost felt bad because he knew Ryo and Yamapi desperately needed every minute of naptime possible. But. He was bored. And the manager would be in in about 2 minutes anyway. So he took a running leap onto Ryo’s stomach and Ryo’s shrieks woke the entire room as he chased Massu in circles, the latter laughing gleefully when Ryo’s curses filled the air.
Stop Staring! - trivialaffair asked for glasses fic.
Ryo sat on the couch, legs crossed, flipping casually through a magazine. He stopped, shook the magazine irritably and asked, “Shige, could you please stop staring at me?”
“What? I-I wasn’t staring at you. And how would you know? You weren’t even looking!”
“The fact that you know I wasn’t looking proves that you were, indeed, staring. Stop it, you fruit. I can feel you doing it.” Ryo went back to reading.
A few minutes passed in silence.
“So. Where are your big, ugly, er, black frames?” Shige asked, striving for casual but failing miserably. He studied his nails.
Ryo, affronted, grunted, “Broke.”
“Ah. Those new ones are nice. They make you look smart. And studious. And um-“
“MAKE me look smart?” Ryo interrupted him, a scowl on his face.
“Well, I mean, you ARE smart but the other ones make you look like a dork and these accentuate your good points?” He could tell by the dark thundercloud that was Ryo’s face that he was only digging his hole deeper. He quickly went back to reading his book.
A few more minutes passed in tense silence.
Then: “Shige,” Ryo practically growled. “Stop STARING at me. Can’t you do something else?”
So he did. He jumped Ryo instead..
Koyama/Aiba/ibex - written for misticloud to take the challenge from her shoulders lol.
Koyama stood, anxiously awaiting the animal Aiba had prepared for him to meet. The day was warm and he was sweating a little under his thin t-shirt. He could smell the musty odors of mixed animal sweat and, while it could have been gross, he actually found it a little comforting - it reminded him of days at the zoo with his mother and sister and he giggled a bit when he remembered the time a goat had tried to eat his hair and his mom and sister had just laughed as he tried to extricate himself without losing any. Aiba’s voice calling his name jolted him from the memory. What awaited him on the other side of the door was perplexing - a ram with the biggest, curliest horns he’d ever seen was regarding him placidly.
“Really? A … goat, Aiba?”
“It’s not a goat, Koyama. It’s an ibex.”
They stood there regarding it solemnly for a moment before Koyama began laughing and snorted. “It sure is horny.”
They both dissolved into giggles.
Shige/Pi - balloons. Pree's prompt because I asked nicely.
He heard laughter on the other side of the door, raucous and unrestrained and he wasn’t sure he wanted to go in there right now. But his bag. He did a little mental weighing. Ok. Just run in, get the bag and leave.
When he opened the door, Koyama all but collapsed on him, grasping his chest and wheezing with laughter. Shige felt his eyes drawn toward the only standing figure in the room, Yamapi, whose t-shirt was bulging suspiciously more than normal in the chest area. He was sashaying toward Shige, hips swaying as he stuck out his chest and bumped Shige’s with his own. It was remarkably bouncy. He poked one side a little hard, causing a pop and Yamapi’s face contorted.
“Owwwwwwwwwwwww!” And then Shige was the one rolling with laughter as Yamapi kept going, “My nipple, my nipple” while limping around the room.
NewS gen - Alarms are never necessary when Massu is around. Gem prompt because I felt silly just posting one drabble.
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Five members of NewS lay sprawled across various surfaces in the dressing room. Tegoshi was curled into the armchair, a tight ball nestled in its plushy contours. Yamapi had fallen asleep sitting on the couch and his head was cocked back onto the couch cushions in a way that would really hurt when he woke up. Ryo had his head nestled on Yamapi’s lap, hand curled possessively around his friend’s thigh as the rest of his body occupied the remainder of the couch. Koyama was sleeping on the table, Shige’s books shoved haphazardly around his body where he had moved them to make room for himself. Except for the one Shige was sleeping on, its open pages pressed against Shige’s face.
Massu, he had woken up five minutes ago from his position in the remaining armchair and was sleepily watching the rest of the members. Five minutes lengthened to ten and he began to fidget. Ten became twelve and he stood up, shifting his weight from left to right as he pondered the consequences of his next actions. He almost felt bad because he knew Ryo and Yamapi desperately needed every minute of naptime possible. But. He was bored. And the manager would be in in about 2 minutes anyway. So he took a running leap onto Ryo’s stomach and Ryo’s shrieks woke the entire room as he chased Massu in circles, the latter laughing gleefully when Ryo’s curses filled the air.
Stop Staring! - trivialaffair asked for glasses fic.
Ryo sat on the couch, legs crossed, flipping casually through a magazine. He stopped, shook the magazine irritably and asked, “Shige, could you please stop staring at me?”
“What? I-I wasn’t staring at you. And how would you know? You weren’t even looking!”
“The fact that you know I wasn’t looking proves that you were, indeed, staring. Stop it, you fruit. I can feel you doing it.” Ryo went back to reading.
A few minutes passed in silence.
“So. Where are your big, ugly, er, black frames?” Shige asked, striving for casual but failing miserably. He studied his nails.
Ryo, affronted, grunted, “Broke.”
“Ah. Those new ones are nice. They make you look smart. And studious. And um-“
“MAKE me look smart?” Ryo interrupted him, a scowl on his face.
“Well, I mean, you ARE smart but the other ones make you look like a dork and these accentuate your good points?” He could tell by the dark thundercloud that was Ryo’s face that he was only digging his hole deeper. He quickly went back to reading his book.
A few more minutes passed in tense silence.
Then: “Shige,” Ryo practically growled. “Stop STARING at me. Can’t you do something else?”
So he did. He jumped Ryo instead..