Office Refreshments
Title: Office Refreshments
Characters/Pairings: tackey x tsubasa
Hideaki jumped up so quickly that his chair nearly shot out from underneath him. “Of course,” he said happily. Tsubasa trailed him back to the pantry, mug in hand.
It was short work to exchange the empty bottle. Hideaki dusted his hands off on his pants and gestured towards the water cooler. “All done.”
Tsubasa smiled his thanks, bent over and refilled his mug. Behind him, Hideaki made a choking noise and started coughing. Alarmed, Tsubasa hastily turned around and offered his newly-filled mug, but Hideaki just grew inexplicably redder in the face.
Koichi, en route to the copier, snickered. ***
Heart beating rapidly, Hideaki knocked lightly on the door. Tsubasa looked up expectantly. “Would you like to maybe, perhaps go grab some coffee?” he said in one breath.
“Not today; I have to finish this report.” Tsubasa smiled ruefully. “But I would kill for a venti caramel frappuccino, extra whipped. And a muffin too, please.”
Hideaki was momentarily stupefied before jumping into action. “Sure,” he said, scribbling down the order.
Tsubasa never paid him back; the image of Tsubasa blissfully slurping up whipped cream etched in his brain forced Hideaki to scurry back to the safety of his own cubicle.
Originally posted here.
Title: How About Another Haircut?
Characters/Pairings: pedobear!Tackey
In the beginning, everyone agreed it was a brilliant idea - easy access to an endlessly replenishing supply of mostly willing, warm bodies! What could possibly go wrong with that? Yum!
Nagano was the first to infiltrate. When it was deemed safe, Koichi, Ken and Takizawa joined a few years later.
The inevitable consequence of being thrust into the public spotlight was a line of natural progression that they had not fully appreciated. To their consternation, they discovered that fans spent inordinate amounts of time analyzing and deconstructing their every blink.
Still, the benefits of the situation outweighed the risks.
***
Nagano and Ken were luckily placed together and so had a built-in support system. Koichi discovered rambling about the sciences at every turn, to any willing ear, was an effective smokescreen. Takizawa, though, was floundering.
Notably, the Incident of 2003 when he was unfortunately caught with his lips on Kitayama's neck (for which he earned the label Pedobear), left him shaking for months afterward, scared of his own non-existent shadow. He was miffed at the moniker, but reluctantly stopped protesting as it only brought more accusatory looks and unanswerable questions. It was an indignity he quietly suffered.
***
Tsuyoshi had figured it out straightaway and shrugged it off, Ken had happily announced it to the rest of V6.
Aside from affectionate ribbing about an omnipresent aura of sparkles and glitter, nothing from Tsubasa. Even so, it was only a matter of time before his cheerfully oblivious aikata would realize that infinite variations on the same haircut did not change the indelible truth that Takizawa wasn’t aging.
To his surprise, he found it increasingly difficult to lie, but it was non-negotiable. He dreaded the possibility of Tsubasa recoiling from him in horror.
Tsubasa must never know the truth.
Title: Puppy Love
Characters/Pairings: Tackey, Tsubasa, Yara
“Can we keep him?” Tsubasa beamed at Hideaki, certain as the ocean was deep that he would get a yes.
Alarmed, Hideaki bent hastily to tug Tsubasa up. “Tch! Don’t touch it; it may have rabies for all we know.” The mangy mutt was running circles around Tsubasa’s legs, mouth wide open in an expression of doggy ecstasy.
Juxtaposed against the look of wounded reproach Tsubasa was gracing him, the contrast was irresistibly funny. Hideaki stifled a laugh.
“Well, I’ve already named him,” Tsubasa informed Hideaki icily. “Meet Yara.”
As if on cue, Yara grabbed a mouthful of Hideaki’s pants.
Originally posted: here.
Characters/Pairings: tackey x tsubasa
Hideaki jumped up so quickly that his chair nearly shot out from underneath him. “Of course,” he said happily. Tsubasa trailed him back to the pantry, mug in hand.
It was short work to exchange the empty bottle. Hideaki dusted his hands off on his pants and gestured towards the water cooler. “All done.”
Tsubasa smiled his thanks, bent over and refilled his mug. Behind him, Hideaki made a choking noise and started coughing. Alarmed, Tsubasa hastily turned around and offered his newly-filled mug, but Hideaki just grew inexplicably redder in the face.
Koichi, en route to the copier, snickered. ***
Heart beating rapidly, Hideaki knocked lightly on the door. Tsubasa looked up expectantly. “Would you like to maybe, perhaps go grab some coffee?” he said in one breath.
“Not today; I have to finish this report.” Tsubasa smiled ruefully. “But I would kill for a venti caramel frappuccino, extra whipped. And a muffin too, please.”
Hideaki was momentarily stupefied before jumping into action. “Sure,” he said, scribbling down the order.
Tsubasa never paid him back; the image of Tsubasa blissfully slurping up whipped cream etched in his brain forced Hideaki to scurry back to the safety of his own cubicle.
Originally posted here.
Title: How About Another Haircut?
Characters/Pairings: pedobear!Tackey
In the beginning, everyone agreed it was a brilliant idea - easy access to an endlessly replenishing supply of mostly willing, warm bodies! What could possibly go wrong with that? Yum!
Nagano was the first to infiltrate. When it was deemed safe, Koichi, Ken and Takizawa joined a few years later.
The inevitable consequence of being thrust into the public spotlight was a line of natural progression that they had not fully appreciated. To their consternation, they discovered that fans spent inordinate amounts of time analyzing and deconstructing their every blink.
Still, the benefits of the situation outweighed the risks.
***
Nagano and Ken were luckily placed together and so had a built-in support system. Koichi discovered rambling about the sciences at every turn, to any willing ear, was an effective smokescreen. Takizawa, though, was floundering.
Notably, the Incident of 2003 when he was unfortunately caught with his lips on Kitayama's neck (for which he earned the label Pedobear), left him shaking for months afterward, scared of his own non-existent shadow. He was miffed at the moniker, but reluctantly stopped protesting as it only brought more accusatory looks and unanswerable questions. It was an indignity he quietly suffered.
***
Tsuyoshi had figured it out straightaway and shrugged it off, Ken had happily announced it to the rest of V6.
Aside from affectionate ribbing about an omnipresent aura of sparkles and glitter, nothing from Tsubasa. Even so, it was only a matter of time before his cheerfully oblivious aikata would realize that infinite variations on the same haircut did not change the indelible truth that Takizawa wasn’t aging.
To his surprise, he found it increasingly difficult to lie, but it was non-negotiable. He dreaded the possibility of Tsubasa recoiling from him in horror.
Tsubasa must never know the truth.
Title: Puppy Love
Characters/Pairings: Tackey, Tsubasa, Yara
“Can we keep him?” Tsubasa beamed at Hideaki, certain as the ocean was deep that he would get a yes.
Alarmed, Hideaki bent hastily to tug Tsubasa up. “Tch! Don’t touch it; it may have rabies for all we know.” The mangy mutt was running circles around Tsubasa’s legs, mouth wide open in an expression of doggy ecstasy.
Juxtaposed against the look of wounded reproach Tsubasa was gracing him, the contrast was irresistibly funny. Hideaki stifled a laugh.
“Well, I’ve already named him,” Tsubasa informed Hideaki icily. “Meet Yara.”
As if on cue, Yara grabbed a mouthful of Hideaki’s pants.
Originally posted: here.