10 Genres Drabble Meme (Pikame & Shuji/Akira)
Title: 10 Genres Drabble Meme
Pairing: Yamapi/Kame & Akira/Shuji
Rating: PG - NC-17
Beta : Lovely absinthe1213
Genre as listed below:
1. Angst
2. AU
3. Crack
4. Future fic
5. First Time
6. Fluff
7. Humor
8. Hurt/Comfort
9. Smut
10. UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension)
AN 1: SUPER belated birthday dedications for dearest mouter.
Pikame
Angst: A friend told him that if a relationship has to be kept a secret, he’s a fool for holding on to it. Except now, Yamapi knows he is the biggest fool for letting go of Kame’s hand when the other was pleading silently for him to hold on.
AU: He was utterly calm, receiving a loud applause and a standing ovation at the end of his piano recital, but backstage, Kame was blushing as red as the roses handed to him by Yamashita-sensei.
Crack: He was supposed to be the hero of the day, but when Kame stormed out of the dressing room looking rather pale before Yamapi had the chance to explain that it was just a Heimlich maneuver, he was left with no choice but to threaten Jin to sort it out or he’ll choke the air out of him in return.
Future: Adjusting the rear-view mirror, his gaze fell onto the dashing passenger clad in double breasted grey tuxedo sitting next to him. Their eyes met, smile reciprocated as Kame gingerly grazed Yamapi’s lap “Better step on it dear. Jin will not be too happy if two of his best men late are for the wedding.”
First Time: His fingers were cold, lips quivered silently as he gathered all his courage to reach for the door bell. Meeting the parents for the first time is every lover's nightmare indeed.
Fluff: He was dead tired and all he wanted to do after a long tiresome day was to soak up in his huge bathtub. Instead, he was welcomed with the sight of Yamapi covered in flour with a bowl of cake batter, sprawling with an obnoxious pout on the kitchen floor. Thanks to his better judgment, Kame leaned closer kissing the powdery cheek, whispering ‘Happy anniversary’.
Humor: Yamapi was obviously annoyed with Kame’s bad phone ethics of not answering calls and ignoring text messages. So he decided to teach Kame a lesson by giving him the same treatment. Sadly for Yamapi, he was the one sulking at the end of the day when Kame didn’t even notice the changes.
Hurt/comfort: There were no tears in Yamapi’s eyes as he stubbornly held up his head. It was such a convincing act he almost believes he’ll get away with it. That was until Kame pulled him in a quiet embrace, hushing his silent sobs.
Smut: Yamapi shivered with wanton pleasure as Kame’s stubby fingers and lusty lips claimed its territory on every inch of his delicate skin with such an air of authority.
UST: It has been more than 5 years since they wrapped up NWP, but Kame’s heart still beat faster whenever Yamapi called him Shuji in his Akira signature sing-song voice.
Shuji/Akira
Angst: He’s a coward; a coward who needed a mask to protect himself. And after years hiding behind the facade, Shuji believed he had perfected the art of deception. Unfortunately, when Akira confessed that he liked Nobuta, Shuji’s perfect mask cracked painfully as he held his bittersweet smile as long as he can.
AU: They were strangers, sharing the same path, riding the same train, dodging the same maddening crowd day and night. Unexpectedly it all changed when Akira squeezed aside offering to share his seat with the pale looking Shuji on one of those wearisome nights. A small act of kindness, that brought them to a new beginning.
Crack: Akira had been trying to confess to Shuji for weeks, but failed miserably in every single attempt. What he didn’t know was that Shuji knew all about it and was secretly enjoying the awkward moments.
Future: After years being together, Shuji still doesn’t understand Akira’s possessiveness towards soy-milk. So when he asked, Akira gleefully rested his head on Shuji’s shoulder and replied “Coz it reminds me of our first date.”
First Time: It was Shuji’s smile that caught Akira’s attention on the very first day their path crossed. Being Akira, he was curious why the bright smile seemed lonely and soulless to his eyes.
Fluff: Shuji was his very first friend; the precious one. But after awhile, Akira realized being his friend was all he ever wanted; to be his lover was all he ever dreamed of.
Humor: Nobuta may be socially dysfunctional in general but she’s definitely not dense unlike her two in-denial best friends. But, since explaining seems futile, she resorts to voodoo dolls instead, praying that the day Shuji and Akira to come out from the closet will soon.
Hurt/comfort: He used to hate Akira’s free-spirited nature and his persistence in pursuing whatever his simple mind was set on. But what he hated the most was how Akira barged into his life and turned everything upside down. Now, Shuji is a complete mess but he’s glad that Akira never left his side.
Smut: It doesn’t make sense at all as Shuji tried to figure out how the usual flaky and incoherent Akira could turn out to be so endearing, touching him at all the right spots.
UST: Akira’s heavy breaths warmed Shuji’s neck as his unwelcomed guest snuggled closer invading his already restricted space on the bed. To make things worse, it was not the only thing getting heated up as Shuji stiffly stared at the lonely ceiling, cursing the expected long night.
AN2 : Sorry for the lack of updates lately. Been struggling with bad writers block. Hope this phase will ends soon :)
Anyway, ENJOY~
Pairing: Yamapi/Kame & Akira/Shuji
Rating: PG - NC-17
Beta : Lovely absinthe1213
Genre as listed below:
1. Angst
2. AU
3. Crack
4. Future fic
5. First Time
6. Fluff
7. Humor
8. Hurt/Comfort
9. Smut
10. UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension)
AN 1: SUPER belated birthday dedications for dearest mouter.
Pikame
Angst: A friend told him that if a relationship has to be kept a secret, he’s a fool for holding on to it. Except now, Yamapi knows he is the biggest fool for letting go of Kame’s hand when the other was pleading silently for him to hold on.
AU: He was utterly calm, receiving a loud applause and a standing ovation at the end of his piano recital, but backstage, Kame was blushing as red as the roses handed to him by Yamashita-sensei.
Crack: He was supposed to be the hero of the day, but when Kame stormed out of the dressing room looking rather pale before Yamapi had the chance to explain that it was just a Heimlich maneuver, he was left with no choice but to threaten Jin to sort it out or he’ll choke the air out of him in return.
Future: Adjusting the rear-view mirror, his gaze fell onto the dashing passenger clad in double breasted grey tuxedo sitting next to him. Their eyes met, smile reciprocated as Kame gingerly grazed Yamapi’s lap “Better step on it dear. Jin will not be too happy if two of his best men late are for the wedding.”
First Time: His fingers were cold, lips quivered silently as he gathered all his courage to reach for the door bell. Meeting the parents for the first time is every lover's nightmare indeed.
Fluff: He was dead tired and all he wanted to do after a long tiresome day was to soak up in his huge bathtub. Instead, he was welcomed with the sight of Yamapi covered in flour with a bowl of cake batter, sprawling with an obnoxious pout on the kitchen floor. Thanks to his better judgment, Kame leaned closer kissing the powdery cheek, whispering ‘Happy anniversary’.
Humor: Yamapi was obviously annoyed with Kame’s bad phone ethics of not answering calls and ignoring text messages. So he decided to teach Kame a lesson by giving him the same treatment. Sadly for Yamapi, he was the one sulking at the end of the day when Kame didn’t even notice the changes.
Hurt/comfort: There were no tears in Yamapi’s eyes as he stubbornly held up his head. It was such a convincing act he almost believes he’ll get away with it. That was until Kame pulled him in a quiet embrace, hushing his silent sobs.
Smut: Yamapi shivered with wanton pleasure as Kame’s stubby fingers and lusty lips claimed its territory on every inch of his delicate skin with such an air of authority.
UST: It has been more than 5 years since they wrapped up NWP, but Kame’s heart still beat faster whenever Yamapi called him Shuji in his Akira signature sing-song voice.
Shuji/Akira
Angst: He’s a coward; a coward who needed a mask to protect himself. And after years hiding behind the facade, Shuji believed he had perfected the art of deception. Unfortunately, when Akira confessed that he liked Nobuta, Shuji’s perfect mask cracked painfully as he held his bittersweet smile as long as he can.
AU: They were strangers, sharing the same path, riding the same train, dodging the same maddening crowd day and night. Unexpectedly it all changed when Akira squeezed aside offering to share his seat with the pale looking Shuji on one of those wearisome nights. A small act of kindness, that brought them to a new beginning.
Crack: Akira had been trying to confess to Shuji for weeks, but failed miserably in every single attempt. What he didn’t know was that Shuji knew all about it and was secretly enjoying the awkward moments.
Future: After years being together, Shuji still doesn’t understand Akira’s possessiveness towards soy-milk. So when he asked, Akira gleefully rested his head on Shuji’s shoulder and replied “Coz it reminds me of our first date.”
First Time: It was Shuji’s smile that caught Akira’s attention on the very first day their path crossed. Being Akira, he was curious why the bright smile seemed lonely and soulless to his eyes.
Fluff: Shuji was his very first friend; the precious one. But after awhile, Akira realized being his friend was all he ever wanted; to be his lover was all he ever dreamed of.
Humor: Nobuta may be socially dysfunctional in general but she’s definitely not dense unlike her two in-denial best friends. But, since explaining seems futile, she resorts to voodoo dolls instead, praying that the day Shuji and Akira to come out from the closet will soon.
Hurt/comfort: He used to hate Akira’s free-spirited nature and his persistence in pursuing whatever his simple mind was set on. But what he hated the most was how Akira barged into his life and turned everything upside down. Now, Shuji is a complete mess but he’s glad that Akira never left his side.
Smut: It doesn’t make sense at all as Shuji tried to figure out how the usual flaky and incoherent Akira could turn out to be so endearing, touching him at all the right spots.
UST: Akira’s heavy breaths warmed Shuji’s neck as his unwelcomed guest snuggled closer invading his already restricted space on the bed. To make things worse, it was not the only thing getting heated up as Shuji stiffly stared at the lonely ceiling, cursing the expected long night.
AN2 : Sorry for the lack of updates lately. Been struggling with bad writers block. Hope this phase will ends soon :)
Anyway, ENJOY~