[AU]; Drabble Series: Merry Christmas! (Part 2!)
Title: Drabble Series: Merry Christmas! [Part 2!]
Pairing: Multiple pairings
Notes: Fic presents! Titles = usernames of the receiver :D I am sorry and I am always terribly late but I still love you~
Summary: Have yourself a merry little Christmas ♥ I am forever late but heehee
anakhai
Forehead kisses and triple scoop double dutch ice cream cones, so tall it's almost begging for a falling-to-the-floor comedy skit to happen.
Forehead kisses and stupid dares of making him buy make-up for you and he does it with his typical annoyed/poker face he does so well, that face he does when you tell how annoyed you are at the faces he does. That face you can't get enough of anyway.
Forehead kisses and movies with indecisive heroines and three overly handsome guys with abs to die for, but she goes for the half-dragon dude anyway because that's the movies. And how your hands go for each other.
Forehead kisses, and kisses on the hand and bare shoulders and cheeks and on the lips that tasted as sweet molten triple scoop double dutch ice cream cones.
shiroikazex
"You sent that fan letter, didn't you?" he said lightly. Her fingers stilled but she continued writing down notes, her face not giving a hint that she even heard what he said.
"What are you talking about?" she asked. He blinked at her apparent lack of interest and pouted, then leaned forward until his face was very near hers.
"You were always talking about how you liked my hands when I play the bass." he insisted.
"I couldn't be the only person who thinks like that," she counters.
"And I know your handwriting."
"W-What?"
He grins, then he tilts his head, his lips mere centimeters away.
"It is you. You also left a note on my shoe box once... that was you, right?"
Suddenly he wasn't so sure. She smiled and pulled back, looking at him.
"I didn't say anything about you playing your bass though?"
Suddenly he smiles widely.
"Gotcha."
She starts to open her mouth, but closed it again.
Her blush was answer enough.
"You know, if you wanted to be anonymous you shouldn't have used the nickname I gave you. I'm the only one who calls you Sakichi," he said shyly, playing with a strand of her hair with his fingers. She took his hand in hers and poked a finger to his cheek.
"If I didn't do that, you still wouldn't know I liked you."
"...Oh."
"You know, you are incredibly dense sometimes."
He answers with a kiss and she laughs into the kiss, fingers laced with those of his.
re_riko
"Stop covering your face Yama-chan, it's just me," Yuto said, half-amused half-exasperatedly as he lowered the camera again. Yamada was hiding his face in his hands as he shook his head, the parts of his face that could be seen bright red.
"That's what makes it more embarrassing!" he complains.
"You see me almost every day! What's different this time?" Yuto asked. In the background, the other members watched quietly, smiles on their faces.
Yamada bit his lip and said nothing, then slowly lowered his hands away from his face.
"Nothing," he mumbles, before looking up. "Okay. Game, let's do this."
Yuto just chuckles at the serious expression Yamada had on and raised the camera to his face again, peering through the viewfinder as he adjusted the lens.
"Smile, Yama-chan~" he called out, and on cue Yamada lifted the corner of his lips and smiled for the camera.
Yuto took a couple of shots before going closer. "Give us a sexy smile~"
"Oi!" Yamada said, swatting at Yuto's arm and blushing.
"Come on, you do it all the time!"
"No I don't!"
"Stop fighting, you two," Yabu called out from the make-up chair. Yuto and Yamada looked at each other and laughed, and then Yuto took Yamada's picture with a smile.
"There, done," he said, satisfied as he browsed through the pictures. Yamada took out his phone and nudged Yuto in the shoulder.
"My turn!" he said. Yuto smiled and leaned against the wall. Raising his arm and trying to get a good angle, Yamada took his picture.
"You're too tall," he complained, but grinned at the picture. "I could be a good photographer too."
"Of course, Yama-chan can do anything," Yuto said with a laugh.
"I'm using this as my wallpaper."
"Will you stop that?!"
"Will not~"
ganbaretsgo
"Why are we sneaking out again?" she asked, out of breath from the adrenaline of doing something forbidden and running and hiding.
"Because I want to eat crepes," Hokuto replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She laughs at his childishness and he pouts, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the food cart that was selling the crepes. The heat of their hands helped in the cold winter air, and she still cannot understand why he was craving for crepes. With ice cream.
He buys two crepes with mangoes, chocolates, crepes and vanilla ice cream and hands one over to her.
"Want to bet who finishes this first?" he casually suggests.
She bites into the crepe. "What do I get if I win?"
"You get to go out with me?"
"Okay--wait, what?"
He continues eating, hiding his smirk by biting into the crepe.
"W-what if you win?"
"I get to go out with you!"
She laughs nervously and takes a huge bite, wincing and closing her eyes against the cold as she gets a mouthful of ice cream. She feels something warm and soft on her lips, and when she opens her eyes she sees him pulling back, pink cheeks and his crepe almost done.
"I guess I won," he cheekily says when she raises her eyebrows at him.
"Cheater! Your crepe's not even finished yet!" she said, blushing scarlet. He takes his last bite and grins at her, chewing slowly.
"I just got my prize first," he replied, and pulled her closer by the waist.
Pairing: Multiple pairings
Notes: Fic presents! Titles = usernames of the receiver :D I am sorry and I am always terribly late but I still love you~
Summary: Have yourself a merry little Christmas ♥ I am forever late but heehee
anakhai
Forehead kisses and triple scoop double dutch ice cream cones, so tall it's almost begging for a falling-to-the-floor comedy skit to happen.
Forehead kisses and stupid dares of making him buy make-up for you and he does it with his typical annoyed/poker face he does so well, that face he does when you tell how annoyed you are at the faces he does. That face you can't get enough of anyway.
Forehead kisses and movies with indecisive heroines and three overly handsome guys with abs to die for, but she goes for the half-dragon dude anyway because that's the movies. And how your hands go for each other.
Forehead kisses, and kisses on the hand and bare shoulders and cheeks and on the lips that tasted as sweet molten triple scoop double dutch ice cream cones.
shiroikazex
"You sent that fan letter, didn't you?" he said lightly. Her fingers stilled but she continued writing down notes, her face not giving a hint that she even heard what he said.
"What are you talking about?" she asked. He blinked at her apparent lack of interest and pouted, then leaned forward until his face was very near hers.
"You were always talking about how you liked my hands when I play the bass." he insisted.
"I couldn't be the only person who thinks like that," she counters.
"And I know your handwriting."
"W-What?"
He grins, then he tilts his head, his lips mere centimeters away.
"It is you. You also left a note on my shoe box once... that was you, right?"
Suddenly he wasn't so sure. She smiled and pulled back, looking at him.
"I didn't say anything about you playing your bass though?"
Suddenly he smiles widely.
"Gotcha."
She starts to open her mouth, but closed it again.
Her blush was answer enough.
"You know, if you wanted to be anonymous you shouldn't have used the nickname I gave you. I'm the only one who calls you Sakichi," he said shyly, playing with a strand of her hair with his fingers. She took his hand in hers and poked a finger to his cheek.
"If I didn't do that, you still wouldn't know I liked you."
"...Oh."
"You know, you are incredibly dense sometimes."
He answers with a kiss and she laughs into the kiss, fingers laced with those of his.
re_riko
"Stop covering your face Yama-chan, it's just me," Yuto said, half-amused half-exasperatedly as he lowered the camera again. Yamada was hiding his face in his hands as he shook his head, the parts of his face that could be seen bright red.
"That's what makes it more embarrassing!" he complains.
"You see me almost every day! What's different this time?" Yuto asked. In the background, the other members watched quietly, smiles on their faces.
Yamada bit his lip and said nothing, then slowly lowered his hands away from his face.
"Nothing," he mumbles, before looking up. "Okay. Game, let's do this."
Yuto just chuckles at the serious expression Yamada had on and raised the camera to his face again, peering through the viewfinder as he adjusted the lens.
"Smile, Yama-chan~" he called out, and on cue Yamada lifted the corner of his lips and smiled for the camera.
Yuto took a couple of shots before going closer. "Give us a sexy smile~"
"Oi!" Yamada said, swatting at Yuto's arm and blushing.
"Come on, you do it all the time!"
"No I don't!"
"Stop fighting, you two," Yabu called out from the make-up chair. Yuto and Yamada looked at each other and laughed, and then Yuto took Yamada's picture with a smile.
"There, done," he said, satisfied as he browsed through the pictures. Yamada took out his phone and nudged Yuto in the shoulder.
"My turn!" he said. Yuto smiled and leaned against the wall. Raising his arm and trying to get a good angle, Yamada took his picture.
"You're too tall," he complained, but grinned at the picture. "I could be a good photographer too."
"Of course, Yama-chan can do anything," Yuto said with a laugh.
"I'm using this as my wallpaper."
"Will you stop that?!"
"Will not~"
ganbaretsgo
"Why are we sneaking out again?" she asked, out of breath from the adrenaline of doing something forbidden and running and hiding.
"Because I want to eat crepes," Hokuto replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She laughs at his childishness and he pouts, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the food cart that was selling the crepes. The heat of their hands helped in the cold winter air, and she still cannot understand why he was craving for crepes. With ice cream.
He buys two crepes with mangoes, chocolates, crepes and vanilla ice cream and hands one over to her.
"Want to bet who finishes this first?" he casually suggests.
She bites into the crepe. "What do I get if I win?"
"You get to go out with me?"
"Okay--wait, what?"
He continues eating, hiding his smirk by biting into the crepe.
"W-what if you win?"
"I get to go out with you!"
She laughs nervously and takes a huge bite, wincing and closing her eyes against the cold as she gets a mouthful of ice cream. She feels something warm and soft on her lips, and when she opens her eyes she sees him pulling back, pink cheeks and his crepe almost done.
"I guess I won," he cheekily says when she raises her eyebrows at him.
"Cheater! Your crepe's not even finished yet!" she said, blushing scarlet. He takes his last bite and grins at her, chewing slowly.
"I just got my prize first," he replied, and pulled her closer by the waist.