random tackey x tsubasa prompts
Title: 4 random je_prompts
Pairing: tackey x tsubasa
Rating: PG
Summary: fluff, fluff and more fluff
13. False
"Mizukawa Asami-san, eh? Wasn't she in 33pun Tantei with Tsuyo-nii? She's pretty cute."
"Hmm? Is that jealousy that I hear in your voice, Imai-san?"
"Hah. Are you saying I should be jealous?"
"No. I know someone cuter."
Tsubasa smiled. Hide-kun always knew the right things to say. "Oh yea?"
"Daiichi Mao."
Takizawa Hideaki was an ass. "You! Stop trying to monopolize the obaachan market, Tono." He paused and smirked. "Besides, Hosoki-sensei and Mori-san always liked me better."
33. Cover
"I like your new porn series. Can you could send me one of the promo posters?"
"Not porn! Art!" Hideaki squeaked with the desperation of a man clinging to a life preserver in a hurricane. "You perv - it's artistic."
"Sure, if you insist. I still want a poster to frame for my bedroom wall."
Hideaki laughed. "Pervert."
"Hmph." Tsubasa sniffed. "Incidentally, I got so inspired by your high art that I went out and bought a set of body paint. I was going to invite you over tonight, but since it sounds like you're not interested..."
A slightly inaudible wheezing sound from Hideaki and then, "I'll be over at 7:30."
34. Pride
Hideaki took a second to run his hands down the front of his shirt, pleased at how the material ran smoothly underneath his fingers. He smiled. This time he was sure of it - there could be absolutely no complaints about this outfit from the self-dubbed "Takizawa fashion police" Imai Tsubasa. He congratulated himself again on making excellent selections and swaggered into the living room casually (very, very casually).
Tsubasa looked up from his magazine and stared at him, wide-eyed and speechless.
Hideaki's smug grin grew wider. He hadn't calculated on his new outfit striking Tsubasa dumb with admiration, but it was a welcome change from the bouts of hysterical giggles that usually greeted other additions to his wardrobe.
"New clothes?" Tsubasa said finally.
Hideaki nodded. He drew himself taller with self-conscious pride, blushing a little when he realized that Tsubasa was still staring.
"At least you have the good sense to be embarrassed."
Hideaki lowered his eyes modestly. It wasn't his fault; he didn't expect his new clothes to have this strong of an effect on Tsubasa. "Well, I didn't - "
"Are those pleather?"
"Leather." Really, now. Hideaki stuck his chin forward indignantly. Even he knew better than to wear pleather.
"Come closer."
Hideaki bounded forward eagerly (and a little creakily - they were real leather pants, after all) and curled up next to Tsubasa on the couch, tucking his legs in awkwardly. Tsubasa frowned and poked his finger through one of the many, many, holes in Hideaki's shirt. "Mesh?"
"It's light-weight. For the summer," Hideaki explained proudly. "And look, it's even black to match the pants. I remembered what you said about how you can't go wrong with black." Hideaki beamed blissfully like a schoolboy who had learned his lessons well.
"Hmm," Tsubasa answered, holding Hideaki back a little with both hands. "A sparkly belt, huh?"
"Regrettably, they didn't have any in black so I had to settle for gold," Hideaki said sadly. "But it's still okay, right?" He looked up worriedly. He had hesitated over buying the belt but had ultimately decided on getting it; he thought it added a nice touch.
Tsubasa smiled and ran his fingers through Hideaki's hair, fluffing it up needlessly. "That's the least of your problems," he said. Hideaki sighed happily. Tsubasa poked him gently in the ribs, finger sliding accidentally through a hole in the shirt. "Go take off your clothes."
Hideaki jumped up in joy. He was right after all - these new clothes were the best yet.
39. Summer
Tsubasa closed his eyes and stretched lazily in his chair. He couldn't remember the last time he had the chance to just sit down and relax for a minute. Manager-san (full of endless energy) was flitting around him jabbering away about interviews, photo-shoots and upcoming recordings for television shows.
"TWO. Two appearances in a row on Utaban," he was saying excitedly. He flailed, the sheaf of papers clutched in his hands flapping wildly in the air with a noisy rustling.
Tsubasa opened his eyes reluctantly. "Nakai-aniki insisted," he said apologetically. "I apologize if it's an inconvenience to the schedule."
"No, not at all," Manager-san insisted happily. "It's a good inconvenience. It'll help push your debut off to a wonderful start." Finally, he sat down at the table and pulled out his laptop, eager to get started on juggling appointments around.
Tsubasa smiled. He liked his new manager.
The buzz of traffic rolled in like a wave through the open window riding on the coattails of the heat. Tsubasa scooted his chair even closer to the window and folded his arms up on the windowsill. The sounds of the city were rhythmic and soothing to his ears. It reminded him of his childhood and the hum of cicadas at night when his mother would sit next to him in bed and they would pore through countless bedtime stories together. His favorites were always the fairytales with happily ever after endings.
He frowned slightly - would his story have a happy ending? He slumped down in his chair and rested his head on his arms. Logically, he knew that it was stupid to worry about the impossibilities of the future, but it still weighed heavily on his mind. He sighed and closed his eyes.
--
"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty."
Tsubasa grumbled in protest and attempted to swat away the finger poking him in the cheek. "Go away. Five more minutes."
"No, we're going to be late." More poking. "Get up before I pick you up like a sack of potatoes."
The threat worked. Tsubasa's eyes flew open and he stuck his tongue out at his tormentor.
Hideaki grinned. "Having a good dream?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and leered.
Tsubasa snorted. As if he would ever admit to any dreams starring Hideaki - it would just give him a bigger head. Intent on squeezing by Hideaki to beat him to the door, Tsubasa stood up quickly. The sudden motion caused all the blood to rush back to his cramped legs and he stumbled forward. Hideaki was instantly at his side, lending a steadying hand to his elbow. Tsubasa smiled at him gratefully.
They stood quietly, looking out the window. Once Tsubasa had stopped wobbling, Hideaki had dropped his hand but they were still standing close enough to almost touch. The view was slightly different from this perspective, Tsubasa mused, but the scene was the same - cars and buses chugged along and pedestrians swarmed about with an indistinct clicking of shoes.
Tsubasa glanced down at his watch. Crap. He turned around hastily and bolted for the door, accidentally kicking Hideaki in the shin in the process.
Hideaki squawked and grabbed his leg.
Tsubasa paused at the doorway to giggle at the at the sight of Hide-kun hopping around on one leg like a chicken in over-exaggerated pain. He pulled the door behind him as an extra obstacle. Served him right, calling him a sack of potatoes indeed. "Cheater!" Hideaki yelled out after him.
Tsubasa skipped down the hallway, whistling cheerfully. Maybe things were going to work out after all.
Notes:
13. Mizukawa Asami is going to be in Takki's new summer drama. Daiichi Mao is the lead in Gabrielle Chanel, Tsubasa's summer stage play. Hosoki-sensei was the host of the now defunct show Zubari Iu wa Yo! in which Takki was a co-host and she was all flaily for Tsubasa. Mori-san is Mori Mitsuko, grand dame extraordinare.
33. References the pr0n pics in Takki's Sha la la/Mugen no Hane single.
34. Takki wears a mesh shirt in Harucon.
39. :(((((((((((((((((
\:0/// 4 down! ...and 46 more to go x__x;;;;
Pairing: tackey x tsubasa
Rating: PG
Summary: fluff, fluff and more fluff
13. False
"Mizukawa Asami-san, eh? Wasn't she in 33pun Tantei with Tsuyo-nii? She's pretty cute."
"Hmm? Is that jealousy that I hear in your voice, Imai-san?"
"Hah. Are you saying I should be jealous?"
"No. I know someone cuter."
Tsubasa smiled. Hide-kun always knew the right things to say. "Oh yea?"
"Daiichi Mao."
Takizawa Hideaki was an ass. "You! Stop trying to monopolize the obaachan market, Tono." He paused and smirked. "Besides, Hosoki-sensei and Mori-san always liked me better."
33. Cover
"I like your new porn series. Can you could send me one of the promo posters?"
"Not porn! Art!" Hideaki squeaked with the desperation of a man clinging to a life preserver in a hurricane. "You perv - it's artistic."
"Sure, if you insist. I still want a poster to frame for my bedroom wall."
Hideaki laughed. "Pervert."
"Hmph." Tsubasa sniffed. "Incidentally, I got so inspired by your high art that I went out and bought a set of body paint. I was going to invite you over tonight, but since it sounds like you're not interested..."
A slightly inaudible wheezing sound from Hideaki and then, "I'll be over at 7:30."
34. Pride
Hideaki took a second to run his hands down the front of his shirt, pleased at how the material ran smoothly underneath his fingers. He smiled. This time he was sure of it - there could be absolutely no complaints about this outfit from the self-dubbed "Takizawa fashion police" Imai Tsubasa. He congratulated himself again on making excellent selections and swaggered into the living room casually (very, very casually).
Tsubasa looked up from his magazine and stared at him, wide-eyed and speechless.
Hideaki's smug grin grew wider. He hadn't calculated on his new outfit striking Tsubasa dumb with admiration, but it was a welcome change from the bouts of hysterical giggles that usually greeted other additions to his wardrobe.
"New clothes?" Tsubasa said finally.
Hideaki nodded. He drew himself taller with self-conscious pride, blushing a little when he realized that Tsubasa was still staring.
"At least you have the good sense to be embarrassed."
Hideaki lowered his eyes modestly. It wasn't his fault; he didn't expect his new clothes to have this strong of an effect on Tsubasa. "Well, I didn't - "
"Are those pleather?"
"Leather." Really, now. Hideaki stuck his chin forward indignantly. Even he knew better than to wear pleather.
"Come closer."
Hideaki bounded forward eagerly (and a little creakily - they were real leather pants, after all) and curled up next to Tsubasa on the couch, tucking his legs in awkwardly. Tsubasa frowned and poked his finger through one of the many, many, holes in Hideaki's shirt. "Mesh?"
"It's light-weight. For the summer," Hideaki explained proudly. "And look, it's even black to match the pants. I remembered what you said about how you can't go wrong with black." Hideaki beamed blissfully like a schoolboy who had learned his lessons well.
"Hmm," Tsubasa answered, holding Hideaki back a little with both hands. "A sparkly belt, huh?"
"Regrettably, they didn't have any in black so I had to settle for gold," Hideaki said sadly. "But it's still okay, right?" He looked up worriedly. He had hesitated over buying the belt but had ultimately decided on getting it; he thought it added a nice touch.
Tsubasa smiled and ran his fingers through Hideaki's hair, fluffing it up needlessly. "That's the least of your problems," he said. Hideaki sighed happily. Tsubasa poked him gently in the ribs, finger sliding accidentally through a hole in the shirt. "Go take off your clothes."
Hideaki jumped up in joy. He was right after all - these new clothes were the best yet.
39. Summer
Tsubasa closed his eyes and stretched lazily in his chair. He couldn't remember the last time he had the chance to just sit down and relax for a minute. Manager-san (full of endless energy) was flitting around him jabbering away about interviews, photo-shoots and upcoming recordings for television shows.
"TWO. Two appearances in a row on Utaban," he was saying excitedly. He flailed, the sheaf of papers clutched in his hands flapping wildly in the air with a noisy rustling.
Tsubasa opened his eyes reluctantly. "Nakai-aniki insisted," he said apologetically. "I apologize if it's an inconvenience to the schedule."
"No, not at all," Manager-san insisted happily. "It's a good inconvenience. It'll help push your debut off to a wonderful start." Finally, he sat down at the table and pulled out his laptop, eager to get started on juggling appointments around.
Tsubasa smiled. He liked his new manager.
The buzz of traffic rolled in like a wave through the open window riding on the coattails of the heat. Tsubasa scooted his chair even closer to the window and folded his arms up on the windowsill. The sounds of the city were rhythmic and soothing to his ears. It reminded him of his childhood and the hum of cicadas at night when his mother would sit next to him in bed and they would pore through countless bedtime stories together. His favorites were always the fairytales with happily ever after endings.
He frowned slightly - would his story have a happy ending? He slumped down in his chair and rested his head on his arms. Logically, he knew that it was stupid to worry about the impossibilities of the future, but it still weighed heavily on his mind. He sighed and closed his eyes.
--
"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty."
Tsubasa grumbled in protest and attempted to swat away the finger poking him in the cheek. "Go away. Five more minutes."
"No, we're going to be late." More poking. "Get up before I pick you up like a sack of potatoes."
The threat worked. Tsubasa's eyes flew open and he stuck his tongue out at his tormentor.
Hideaki grinned. "Having a good dream?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and leered.
Tsubasa snorted. As if he would ever admit to any dreams starring Hideaki - it would just give him a bigger head. Intent on squeezing by Hideaki to beat him to the door, Tsubasa stood up quickly. The sudden motion caused all the blood to rush back to his cramped legs and he stumbled forward. Hideaki was instantly at his side, lending a steadying hand to his elbow. Tsubasa smiled at him gratefully.
They stood quietly, looking out the window. Once Tsubasa had stopped wobbling, Hideaki had dropped his hand but they were still standing close enough to almost touch. The view was slightly different from this perspective, Tsubasa mused, but the scene was the same - cars and buses chugged along and pedestrians swarmed about with an indistinct clicking of shoes.
Tsubasa glanced down at his watch. Crap. He turned around hastily and bolted for the door, accidentally kicking Hideaki in the shin in the process.
Hideaki squawked and grabbed his leg.
Tsubasa paused at the doorway to giggle at the at the sight of Hide-kun hopping around on one leg like a chicken in over-exaggerated pain. He pulled the door behind him as an extra obstacle. Served him right, calling him a sack of potatoes indeed. "Cheater!" Hideaki yelled out after him.
Tsubasa skipped down the hallway, whistling cheerfully. Maybe things were going to work out after all.
Notes:
13. Mizukawa Asami is going to be in Takki's new summer drama. Daiichi Mao is the lead in Gabrielle Chanel, Tsubasa's summer stage play. Hosoki-sensei was the host of the now defunct show Zubari Iu wa Yo! in which Takki was a co-host and she was all flaily for Tsubasa. Mori-san is Mori Mitsuko, grand dame extraordinare.
33. References the pr0n pics in Takki's Sha la la/Mugen no Hane single.
34. Takki wears a mesh shirt in Harucon.
39. :(((((((((((((((((
\:0/// 4 down! ...and 46 more to go x__x;;;;