{twitfics} // various Johnnys, TRAX
2011/10/27
Fujigaya stands alone on stage, watching the others run around in pairs. It's ironic, he thinks, that his next line is about loneliness.1
"If I'm Hotelman Yellow," Tamamori says later that night, "What's your pseudonym?"
"You give me one," Miyata prompts.
"Hot-as-fuck Purple?"
Kitayama, Fujigaya muses, is the kind of person who hates until he's frozen in winter bitterness - and won't let seasons change.
Yokoo watches as Fujigaya unfurls his wings slowly, luxuriously. The fire in his eyes is unholy, but that just makes Fujigaya want him more.
"Holy crap that's amazing," Miyata says, staring wide-eyed at Fujigaya's awesome wingspan. "You have built-in cosplay! Where can I get one!"
"Even though I look like this, I'm 19!" Yasui says, making a peace sign.
"Even though I look like this, I'm a boy!" Taiga copies.
Fujigaya watches helplessly as flames eat up the house, heat waves making his home shimmer in his eyes like it's already just a memory.
"I know, 'HusiQ.K'! You see, the H is for - " Kitayama stops short and peers at Fujigaya suspiciously. "Did you just laugh at me, T.Fucker?"2
Everyone knows Kitayama is a boobs kinda guy.
"Oh!" a lightbulb goes on over Nikaido's head, "Is that why you like Yamashita-kun so much?"
2011/10/28
Kitayama reaches out to grab Fujigaya’s hand-feels it trembling in his own for a brief moment-before Fujigaya snatches it out of his grasp.
2011/11/08
"Call me Yuta-sama," Tamamori says smoothly.
"Not Tama-sama?"
But Miyata's laughter dies quickly in his throat at Tamamori's chilling glare.
Sexing up boys has always been Heechul's domain, but one look at Jungmo's platinum hair and Jay can feel his whole body humming in response.3
"Do you want to touch it?" Jungmo offers, "You keep staring at me."
"Can I!?"
"Sure, but - yah! I meant my hair, not my pants!"
Jay blushes.
2011/11/27
Elegant and a tad melancholy, Fujigaya drapes lavender petals over white trellis. Beauty is in the eye of all who behold him. 4
Tamamori knows he's a little dumb, only ever looking at the sun, but that's okay. He doesn't mind that his love is unrequited. 4
2011/11/29
If ever Yokoo feels tired of making his home amongst mud and bugs, one look at the produce he's helped grow makes him stand tall with pride. 4
Senga's colors are always bright and cheerful, adorning window boxes all up and down the street. One per household keeps the doldrums away! 4
He's not elegant like the wisteria or beautiful like a rose, but Miyata is content with - loves - being able to comfort and soothe the sick. 4
Nikaido's graceful appearance belies his true nature. "Cross me and I'm going to make you burn," he scowls, "I hope you get diarrhea." 4
As something of an emblem, Kitayama carries himself with pride. It wouldn't do to let down his fellow flora by any beauty remiss in himself. 4
2011/12/01
Fujigaya has lived on his dreams for so long that when they finally come true, he doesn't know how to keep on living.
2011/12/03
Kawai puts on his best smile to sing Fujigaya's song. He pretends the words were written for him, and the smile becomes a little more real.
Kawai, Tottsu and okay, even Kitayama, would've topped Fujigaya's "best kissers" list if only they didn't always taste like natto.
2011/12/05
Senga thinks time travel is an AWESOME superpower, and says so. In reply, Nikaido snickers and tells him Kitayama's positively prehistoric. 5
2009/12/09
Miyata supposes the love has been building the whole time, but the moment he sees Kitayama's tears, it feels like his heart explodes.
"Uchi couldn't make it today after all," Miyata says, then spends the day pretending he doesn't see the disappointment in Kitayama's eyes.
2009/12/14
Kitayama is just so goddamned tired that he doesn't care whose thin arms he collapses into or whose bony shoulder he rests his head against.
Yokoo is tired too, tired of being Kitayama's last resort. But in the face of Kitayama's exhaustion and sleeping face, he's helpless.
"They think they're in a romance novel," Fujigaya snorts, watching Yokoo and Kitayama stalk away from each other for the nth time that week.
2009/12/17
Yamashita doesn't sleep anymore, haunted by dreams of hands reaching out to him, hands that belong to all the people he's left behind.
When he does sleep, he wakes himself up reaching out - to Toma, to Kusano, to Shige. But his hands come up empty and the sheets remain cold.
2009/12/25
Fujigaya expects to taste, oh, chapstick or milk coffee or mint on the other's lips - but soy sauce?
"So I had Chinese," Kitayama shrugs.
"Kitamitsu's a sloppy eater," Tamamori says, pointedly not looking at the pair at the table though he's smirking knowingly.
Note(s):
1. based on the part where Kita/Yokoo dance with each other in Smile on one of the DVDs.
2. based on Kitayama's newly-acquired pseudonym #secondhandembarrassment
3. based on this photo
4. Fujigaya: wisteria, Tamamori: sunflower, Yokoo: marigold, Senga: tulip, Miyata: heartsease/pansy, Nikaido: calla lily, Kitayama: rose
5. refers to these drabbles