Drabble Batch 2
Second drabble batch, just because I was amused by this pairing generator. ROFL. Some prompts are like overly done, though. D: This set of drabbles is very much made of fail, unedited, written on a whim, and a sleep-deprived brain, scattered ideas, you get the point. I should be doing my homework now--oh and those delayed fic ideas, I'll try to get to them when I'm in full working condition 'cause I don't want them to go to waste.
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Just a Bad Day
Massupi
Prompt: Yamapi/Massu; PG-13; dramas, cherries, soccer ball
All he could feel was the sweat dripping from his forehead, sliding a straight line and dropping to a small puddle forming on the linoleum floor. Maybe just a few minutes more and it'd be enough to fill an entire bucket. Well, it wasn't exactly the point, but what had caused it drew a huge frown on his now heavily tanned face. He just, Oh God, he just wanted to bang his head on the wall. It was embarrassing, no, more than embarrassing, like bird poop falling on his newly-cut hair, not that it happened, but he figured the situation called for such a comparison.
He lost a game of soccer--to Tegoshi. Save the fact that he had his butt kicked by their youngest member, what was more humiliating was that he was the one who challenged him to a duel on the field, a sure-win scenario playing in his head while he had that arrogant smirk plastered to his face, an air of bravado following him wherever he went. And what's worse than losing was losing in a timespan of a mere three and a half minutes. With the rest of the jimusho watching him drown in his defeat, no less.
And it wasn't really helping that Masuda was just happily munching on a piece of cherry beside him.
"Aren't you going to comfort me or something?" Yamapi finally bit out, rather hurt.
Masuda looked up at him, a half-finished cherry hanging from his mouth. And he decided to do the first thing that came to his mind.
"Cherry?" He mumbled, offering the bowl of freshly picked cherries he just bought from the supermarket.
Yamapi looked like he was going to cry, but sniffed it away and took a piece.
He was so going to get rid of that soccer ball later, it brought him so much bad memories.
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Here's Cheers to You
Massuchi
Prompt: Massu/Uchi; PG; backstage, candles, dramas
Long time no see, he tells him, and it's somewhat the truth. It's not like he hasn't seen him in ages because he has, but short-lived glances are all they are, stares that won't linger because whenever he meets him on the same hallway, he goes somewhere else, and it's been always like that, ever since three years ago.
Uchi slaps him lightly on the arm and smiles. Masuda still remembers those days when he would smack him upside the head just because he did an awful imitation of him. He hit really hard back then, and Masuda often found himself groping bumps at the back of his neck. They hurt, but then again, he didn't really mind.
"Is that the best you can do?" He asks, grinning and Uchi feels insulted.
"Why you, just because I'm not around, you get your feet floating a few inches above the ground." Uchi says a matter-of-factly. "Maybe a good slapping would do the trick?"
Masuda's hands fly to cover his cheeks. "You. Wouldn't."
"I can, and I would." Uchi smirks. "But now's not the time." He looks around backstage.
Then he lights up a small candle.
"Happy birthday, Massu."
Masuda narrows his eyes. "Where's the cake?"
"I figured you needed to lose a few pounds so I ate it."
Masuda blows the candle anyway. Uchi has grown to be a glutton, he thinks.
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Sweets for My Sweet
Shigeuchi
Prompt: Uchi/Shige; PG; teddy bear, candy, backstage
There could be no other possible explanation. He was sure. It was just a mix-up, a mistake, because there was no way Uchi was going to leave him bouquets of flowers, boxes of dark chocolate, imported candies and teddy bears. It wasn't even Valentine's Day, heck, it was the middle of September, and he was very much certain that his calendar had no such special occasion written for this month. He had given much thought to it, even going as far as to muster enough courage to confide his predicament to his ever beloved bestfriend, who in turn, cried because Uchi had beat him to it.
He tried asking Tegoshi for advice, and the younger boy just squealed in delight and gave him a thumbs up. Masuda, on the other hand, tried bargaining for the chocolate and candies, offering his yearly supply of gyoza in exchange. Ryo was a bit disgruntled and remarked how cheap the gifts were. Yamapi, the only one who Shige thought could give him reasonable advice, was on a wonderful day at the spa.
It was then that he decided, he would confront him about it. And fortunately for him, it seemed that fate was on his side, when he was able to corner him backstage after a performance with the juniors.
Shige decided being straightforward would save his life. "So, do you like me?"
Uchi raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"I said," Shige began to repeat, rather irritated at how slow he was. "Do you like me?"
"What are you talking about?"
Shige was starting to get impatient with this. "You left gifts at my locker."
It was only then that Uchi's hand flew over his own mouth and blushed beet red.
"I..." He trailed off.
"You what?"
"I'm so sorry for leaving my gifts at your locker! The combination totally slipped off my mind and I mistook your locker for mine!"
Seconds later, Uchi was cupping his swollen cheek. "I said it was an accident!"
Not far away, Koyama was giggling happily behind a wall.
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Our Small Battles
Uchikusa
Prompt: Kusano/Uchi; G; cherries, magazine, sun
It's one of those days when he's just lazying around, bathing in the sunlight, back curved against the folding chair and flipping through a magazine, eyes fixated on a recent photoshoot of his ex-bandmates, and it's one of those times when he wishes he were there with them, geeking around and having fun.
"Hey," And Uchi is met by a handful cherries that come crashing into his face. Someone is being a dolt.
He picks up a few of the cherries that have landed on his shirt and flings them back. One of them hits the target on the nose and Uchi lets out a cry of victory.
Kusano rubs his nose. "That hurt."
Uchi crosses his arms. "You started it." And Kusano's shoulder slump in surrender.
Then they laugh afterwards, and Uchi rises from his seat and starts walking to the backdoor to get a drink from the kitchen.
He feels something hit the back of his head. It's a cherry. The dolt has not given up yet.
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Babysitting
Ryotego
Prompt: Tegoshi/Ryo; PG-13; concert, food, candy
Everyone is screaming like their lungs are going to get busted any minute, and the scraping of wood makes Ryo utter colorful words, as vivid as the stage effects that are flashing right now. He is going to kill Yamapi after this, tear him limb from limb and throw his body in the South China Sea where sharks can devour him in peace.
"Ne, Ryo-tan, are you having fun?" Tegoshi asks him, eyelashes fluttering sweetly, falling up and down on his pink-tinted cheeks.
I'm going to tie you on a tree after this, "Yeah, I haven't been to such a great concert in years." Ryo smiles, waving his glow-in-the-dark sticks. This is stupid.
"I'm so happy for you, then!" Tegoshi exclaims, waving an uchiwa with Hyde's face on it. "I'm really glad you came to this concert with me."
When Tegoshi turns and starts screaming in his high-pitched girl voice again, Ryo rolls his eyes. This is going to be a long night. Then maybe he can go massacre the both of them after that.
After an hour, Tegoshi goes quiet and tugs on Ryo's shirt. "I'm hungry."
Ryo realizes seconds later that the snack bar is twenty meters away, the path leading to it filled with at least eight hundred fans with big butts and constantly flying arms. He looks back at Tegoshi and asks, "Are you really hungry?" Tegoshi nods.
Twenty-five minutes later, Ryo is back, panting and hand gripping the front of his shirt, which is now missing a couple of buttons. Apparently, someone recognized him and began molesting him. He has a bag of popcorn and cotton candy bundled on a stick, which Tegoshi accepts gratefully. His smile falls though when he sees the color. "B-But, I wanted a pink one."
Ryo swears he should've just stopped by that foodchain they passed by earlier.
When they go home that night, Tegoshi vows over his black eye he will never attend a concert with Ryo again.
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Just a Bad Day
Massupi
Prompt: Yamapi/Massu; PG-13; dramas, cherries, soccer ball
All he could feel was the sweat dripping from his forehead, sliding a straight line and dropping to a small puddle forming on the linoleum floor. Maybe just a few minutes more and it'd be enough to fill an entire bucket. Well, it wasn't exactly the point, but what had caused it drew a huge frown on his now heavily tanned face. He just, Oh God, he just wanted to bang his head on the wall. It was embarrassing, no, more than embarrassing, like bird poop falling on his newly-cut hair, not that it happened, but he figured the situation called for such a comparison.
He lost a game of soccer--to Tegoshi. Save the fact that he had his butt kicked by their youngest member, what was more humiliating was that he was the one who challenged him to a duel on the field, a sure-win scenario playing in his head while he had that arrogant smirk plastered to his face, an air of bravado following him wherever he went. And what's worse than losing was losing in a timespan of a mere three and a half minutes. With the rest of the jimusho watching him drown in his defeat, no less.
And it wasn't really helping that Masuda was just happily munching on a piece of cherry beside him.
"Aren't you going to comfort me or something?" Yamapi finally bit out, rather hurt.
Masuda looked up at him, a half-finished cherry hanging from his mouth. And he decided to do the first thing that came to his mind.
"Cherry?" He mumbled, offering the bowl of freshly picked cherries he just bought from the supermarket.
Yamapi looked like he was going to cry, but sniffed it away and took a piece.
He was so going to get rid of that soccer ball later, it brought him so much bad memories.
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Here's Cheers to You
Massuchi
Prompt: Massu/Uchi; PG; backstage, candles, dramas
Long time no see, he tells him, and it's somewhat the truth. It's not like he hasn't seen him in ages because he has, but short-lived glances are all they are, stares that won't linger because whenever he meets him on the same hallway, he goes somewhere else, and it's been always like that, ever since three years ago.
Uchi slaps him lightly on the arm and smiles. Masuda still remembers those days when he would smack him upside the head just because he did an awful imitation of him. He hit really hard back then, and Masuda often found himself groping bumps at the back of his neck. They hurt, but then again, he didn't really mind.
"Is that the best you can do?" He asks, grinning and Uchi feels insulted.
"Why you, just because I'm not around, you get your feet floating a few inches above the ground." Uchi says a matter-of-factly. "Maybe a good slapping would do the trick?"
Masuda's hands fly to cover his cheeks. "You. Wouldn't."
"I can, and I would." Uchi smirks. "But now's not the time." He looks around backstage.
Then he lights up a small candle.
"Happy birthday, Massu."
Masuda narrows his eyes. "Where's the cake?"
"I figured you needed to lose a few pounds so I ate it."
Masuda blows the candle anyway. Uchi has grown to be a glutton, he thinks.
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Sweets for My Sweet
Shigeuchi
Prompt: Uchi/Shige; PG; teddy bear, candy, backstage
There could be no other possible explanation. He was sure. It was just a mix-up, a mistake, because there was no way Uchi was going to leave him bouquets of flowers, boxes of dark chocolate, imported candies and teddy bears. It wasn't even Valentine's Day, heck, it was the middle of September, and he was very much certain that his calendar had no such special occasion written for this month. He had given much thought to it, even going as far as to muster enough courage to confide his predicament to his ever beloved bestfriend, who in turn, cried because Uchi had beat him to it.
He tried asking Tegoshi for advice, and the younger boy just squealed in delight and gave him a thumbs up. Masuda, on the other hand, tried bargaining for the chocolate and candies, offering his yearly supply of gyoza in exchange. Ryo was a bit disgruntled and remarked how cheap the gifts were. Yamapi, the only one who Shige thought could give him reasonable advice, was on a wonderful day at the spa.
It was then that he decided, he would confront him about it. And fortunately for him, it seemed that fate was on his side, when he was able to corner him backstage after a performance with the juniors.
Shige decided being straightforward would save his life. "So, do you like me?"
Uchi raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"I said," Shige began to repeat, rather irritated at how slow he was. "Do you like me?"
"What are you talking about?"
Shige was starting to get impatient with this. "You left gifts at my locker."
It was only then that Uchi's hand flew over his own mouth and blushed beet red.
"I..." He trailed off.
"You what?"
"I'm so sorry for leaving my gifts at your locker! The combination totally slipped off my mind and I mistook your locker for mine!"
Seconds later, Uchi was cupping his swollen cheek. "I said it was an accident!"
Not far away, Koyama was giggling happily behind a wall.
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Our Small Battles
Uchikusa
Prompt: Kusano/Uchi; G; cherries, magazine, sun
It's one of those days when he's just lazying around, bathing in the sunlight, back curved against the folding chair and flipping through a magazine, eyes fixated on a recent photoshoot of his ex-bandmates, and it's one of those times when he wishes he were there with them, geeking around and having fun.
"Hey," And Uchi is met by a handful cherries that come crashing into his face. Someone is being a dolt.
He picks up a few of the cherries that have landed on his shirt and flings them back. One of them hits the target on the nose and Uchi lets out a cry of victory.
Kusano rubs his nose. "That hurt."
Uchi crosses his arms. "You started it." And Kusano's shoulder slump in surrender.
Then they laugh afterwards, and Uchi rises from his seat and starts walking to the backdoor to get a drink from the kitchen.
He feels something hit the back of his head. It's a cherry. The dolt has not given up yet.
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Babysitting
Ryotego
Prompt: Tegoshi/Ryo; PG-13; concert, food, candy
Everyone is screaming like their lungs are going to get busted any minute, and the scraping of wood makes Ryo utter colorful words, as vivid as the stage effects that are flashing right now. He is going to kill Yamapi after this, tear him limb from limb and throw his body in the South China Sea where sharks can devour him in peace.
"Ne, Ryo-tan, are you having fun?" Tegoshi asks him, eyelashes fluttering sweetly, falling up and down on his pink-tinted cheeks.
I'm going to tie you on a tree after this, "Yeah, I haven't been to such a great concert in years." Ryo smiles, waving his glow-in-the-dark sticks. This is stupid.
"I'm so happy for you, then!" Tegoshi exclaims, waving an uchiwa with Hyde's face on it. "I'm really glad you came to this concert with me."
When Tegoshi turns and starts screaming in his high-pitched girl voice again, Ryo rolls his eyes. This is going to be a long night. Then maybe he can go massacre the both of them after that.
After an hour, Tegoshi goes quiet and tugs on Ryo's shirt. "I'm hungry."
Ryo realizes seconds later that the snack bar is twenty meters away, the path leading to it filled with at least eight hundred fans with big butts and constantly flying arms. He looks back at Tegoshi and asks, "Are you really hungry?" Tegoshi nods.
Twenty-five minutes later, Ryo is back, panting and hand gripping the front of his shirt, which is now missing a couple of buttons. Apparently, someone recognized him and began molesting him. He has a bag of popcorn and cotton candy bundled on a stick, which Tegoshi accepts gratefully. His smile falls though when he sees the color. "B-But, I wanted a pink one."
Ryo swears he should've just stopped by that foodchain they passed by earlier.
When they go home that night, Tegoshi vows over his black eye he will never attend a concert with Ryo again.