The W-no-longer-IP Meme, Pt. 3 of 5!
Today's W-no-longer-IP is a two-in-one. When I got my rainbowfilling card, I immediately had two separate ideas for the "Yabai Yabai Yabai" square: Sho and Ohno role-playing as Jun and Aiba ... and Jun and Aiba role-playing as each other. I really like both ideas and tried each one out, and while it was easy to get them started, and while I really do like what I have of both (I'm not sure which one I like more, Aiba being Jun or Ohno being Aiba), it's been over a year and I haven't been able to pick up either one. So here are both attempts, one shorter than the other, both quite ridiculous.
. . .
the Modelpair version:
jun walks in on aiba dressed up in his "yabai yabai yabai" outfit and stops in the doorway, floored. "what... are you doing?"
aiba whirls to face him, looking exactly like an overgrown boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "uh," he stammers, glancing to one side and then the other as if there might be something he can leap behind. "playing dress-up?" aiba has always been quick to recover, though, and almost within the same breath he's grinning, just the hint of a mischeivous twinkle in his eyes, and says, "hey, matsujun, since you caught me being you, maybe you should be me."
jun scowls and reaches forward to swipe the hat off aiba's head, but aiba side-steps him and holds his arms out to keep jun at bay. he laughs at the face jun pulls and starts singing the song, shaking his hips in a fashion that is quite frankly lewd and inappropriate.
"stop that," jun snaps, and then, under his breath, "it doesn't even go that way." he reaches for aiba, determined to get the jacket off of him, but aiba snags his wrists and holds on tight. "masaki!" he shouts, affronted.
aiba drops his voice several pitches lower and says, "i'm not masaki, remember?"
as totally stupid as it is, jun can't help but be affected by the smoky timbre of aiba's voice. he tries to protest, "we should be up there with everyone else--"
but aiba cuts him off. "don't worry, i've already considered that and have come to the conclusion that we have approximately ten minutes before someone comes searching for us."
jun grouses, "i don't talk like that," and then aiba is kissing him.
(and then jun gets into it, because he can never ever resist getting swept up in aiba's ridiculous shenanigans~)
. . .
the Yamapair version:
they're all close enough in size that they can swap store-bought clothes without much trouble, but when something is custom-tailored -- like the newer concert outfits -- it's a bit trickier. sho doesn't have to squeeze into the jacket exactly, but it's tight around the waist and arms, and of course the shoulders are all wrong.
plus, green and pink aren't really his colors.
"I think sho-kun looks good like this," ohno says from his spot by the door. "just like i pictured."
sho squirms. "satoshi-kun, this is riduclous. we should leave before someone--"
"they're all busy with the lighting malfunction," ohno says, waving him off. "and don't forget the hat."
sho wants to protest, but he does as ohno says. the hat, like the rest of the outfit, is covered in fuschia sequins, and it shimmers in the light when he grabs it off the costume rack. he slips it on and adjusts it until it feels right; there's no mirror in here, so he can't see how it looks. but ohno seems pleased.
"do i look like jun?" sho asks, amused by ohno's quiet delight.
"no," ohno says. he tilts his head to the side, lips pursed in thought.
sho asks, "what are you thinking?"
ohno considers for a long time, until sho thinks he's simply not going to answer and is about to change the subject -- they really should be heading back to the stage. but then ohno stands up straight and says, "i think you should pretend to be him."
sho splutters. "what?" playing dress-up to amuse ohno is one thing, but...
"yeah," ohno says, gaining momentum. "you be jun. and i'll be aiba."
"i don't even know what you mean," sho says helplessly, and it's true that he's not sure exactly what ohno has in mind, but he has a pretty good idea.
ohno doesn't even explain, just steps away from the wall and bounds over to sho's side. there's a little skip in his step that isn't there usually, and when he reaches sho he hooks his arms around sho's shoulders and leans up to kiss him. sho is caught off guard -- not that he's very good at resisting leader even when he is prepared -- and goes along with the kiss without thinking, letting his hands come to rest on ohno's waist. by the time ohno pulls away, one of sho's hands has crept underneath his thin t-shirt, thumb running along the hard muscle of his hips.
now that ohno's mouth isn't on his, sho's world comes back into focus. the concert. the rehearsal. upstairs. "satoshi-kun," he sighs, stepping back but not moving his hands. "we really need to go."
ohno flashes a bright, toothy smile, the kind reserved for magazine photo shoots, and says, "come on, matsujun. play with me."
sho puts up whatever fight he has left, but ohno tears it down effortlessly by transitioning right into another kiss -- just like aiba would -- and all hope of resistance is gone. sho leans into ohno and kisses back, and when they pull apart and sho moans, "satoshi-kun," ohno smiles up at him and says, "i'm not satoshi-kun, remember?"
sho thinks this is ridiculous, so ridiculous, but ohno's smirking up at him with this gleam in his eye, the same damn look aiba gives him -- how does ohno do that?
. . .
Of all the WIP I'm posting, this is the one I feel is most likely to actually be finished some day, but probably only if I'm struck with a sudden burst of inspiration.
Crossposted here on Dreamwidth. You can comment there anonymously or using OpenID. ♥
. . .
the Modelpair version:
jun walks in on aiba dressed up in his "yabai yabai yabai" outfit and stops in the doorway, floored. "what... are you doing?"
aiba whirls to face him, looking exactly like an overgrown boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "uh," he stammers, glancing to one side and then the other as if there might be something he can leap behind. "playing dress-up?" aiba has always been quick to recover, though, and almost within the same breath he's grinning, just the hint of a mischeivous twinkle in his eyes, and says, "hey, matsujun, since you caught me being you, maybe you should be me."
jun scowls and reaches forward to swipe the hat off aiba's head, but aiba side-steps him and holds his arms out to keep jun at bay. he laughs at the face jun pulls and starts singing the song, shaking his hips in a fashion that is quite frankly lewd and inappropriate.
"stop that," jun snaps, and then, under his breath, "it doesn't even go that way." he reaches for aiba, determined to get the jacket off of him, but aiba snags his wrists and holds on tight. "masaki!" he shouts, affronted.
aiba drops his voice several pitches lower and says, "i'm not masaki, remember?"
as totally stupid as it is, jun can't help but be affected by the smoky timbre of aiba's voice. he tries to protest, "we should be up there with everyone else--"
but aiba cuts him off. "don't worry, i've already considered that and have come to the conclusion that we have approximately ten minutes before someone comes searching for us."
jun grouses, "i don't talk like that," and then aiba is kissing him.
(and then jun gets into it, because he can never ever resist getting swept up in aiba's ridiculous shenanigans~)
. . .
the Yamapair version:
they're all close enough in size that they can swap store-bought clothes without much trouble, but when something is custom-tailored -- like the newer concert outfits -- it's a bit trickier. sho doesn't have to squeeze into the jacket exactly, but it's tight around the waist and arms, and of course the shoulders are all wrong.
plus, green and pink aren't really his colors.
"I think sho-kun looks good like this," ohno says from his spot by the door. "just like i pictured."
sho squirms. "satoshi-kun, this is riduclous. we should leave before someone--"
"they're all busy with the lighting malfunction," ohno says, waving him off. "and don't forget the hat."
sho wants to protest, but he does as ohno says. the hat, like the rest of the outfit, is covered in fuschia sequins, and it shimmers in the light when he grabs it off the costume rack. he slips it on and adjusts it until it feels right; there's no mirror in here, so he can't see how it looks. but ohno seems pleased.
"do i look like jun?" sho asks, amused by ohno's quiet delight.
"no," ohno says. he tilts his head to the side, lips pursed in thought.
sho asks, "what are you thinking?"
ohno considers for a long time, until sho thinks he's simply not going to answer and is about to change the subject -- they really should be heading back to the stage. but then ohno stands up straight and says, "i think you should pretend to be him."
sho splutters. "what?" playing dress-up to amuse ohno is one thing, but...
"yeah," ohno says, gaining momentum. "you be jun. and i'll be aiba."
"i don't even know what you mean," sho says helplessly, and it's true that he's not sure exactly what ohno has in mind, but he has a pretty good idea.
ohno doesn't even explain, just steps away from the wall and bounds over to sho's side. there's a little skip in his step that isn't there usually, and when he reaches sho he hooks his arms around sho's shoulders and leans up to kiss him. sho is caught off guard -- not that he's very good at resisting leader even when he is prepared -- and goes along with the kiss without thinking, letting his hands come to rest on ohno's waist. by the time ohno pulls away, one of sho's hands has crept underneath his thin t-shirt, thumb running along the hard muscle of his hips.
now that ohno's mouth isn't on his, sho's world comes back into focus. the concert. the rehearsal. upstairs. "satoshi-kun," he sighs, stepping back but not moving his hands. "we really need to go."
ohno flashes a bright, toothy smile, the kind reserved for magazine photo shoots, and says, "come on, matsujun. play with me."
sho puts up whatever fight he has left, but ohno tears it down effortlessly by transitioning right into another kiss -- just like aiba would -- and all hope of resistance is gone. sho leans into ohno and kisses back, and when they pull apart and sho moans, "satoshi-kun," ohno smiles up at him and says, "i'm not satoshi-kun, remember?"
sho thinks this is ridiculous, so ridiculous, but ohno's smirking up at him with this gleam in his eye, the same damn look aiba gives him -- how does ohno do that?
. . .
Of all the WIP I'm posting, this is the one I feel is most likely to actually be finished some day, but probably only if I'm struck with a sudden burst of inspiration.
Crossposted here on Dreamwidth. You can comment there anonymously or using OpenID. ♥