Fic/Meme: Liquorice Allsorts
Title: Liquorice Allsorts (or The 10 Songs Meme)
Characters/Pairing: Yamamoto and Gokudera-centric: some gen and some 8059.
Word Count: 686
Excerpt: “Yamamoto wasn’t even aware of the scouting industry before Gokudera deemed him fit to be seen in public with.”
A/N: So I’m a pitifully slow writer but I figured I should do this before the bandwagon ran away. XD
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
A Wish for Something More - Amy MacDonald
Yamamoto has long come to terms with the fact that Gokudera can never love him the way he wants, with no pretence, and reckless abandon. Gokudera loves like he kisses, with timid, half-concealed fervour, and only ever after a narrow scrape with death.
I Want To Love You In My Room - Irving
They're avoiding twittering fangirls together when Yamamoto touches his elbow with a grin and an eyebrows-raised, I'm-trying-to-be-meaningful look. There really is nothing subtle about him, Gokudera marvels as he kicks open the nearest classroom door and drags Yamamoto into it by his open shirt collar.
They're interrupted by Kusakabe at one point. The boy stammers out an apology, closes the door and sits down heavily. He pictures Gokudera and Hibari, and then must decide whose wrath he'd rather be incurring.
The Ketchup Song - Las Ketchup
Yamamoto considers the spread before him and raises a hand to pet his suddenly queasy stomach. He’s sure that every spoonful of thick, creamy pumpkin soup and equally creamy penne - he’s never seen so much grated cheese in his life - brings him closer to death by heart attack. Gokudera seems pleasantly unaware of his impending doom however, tucking in with those impossible skinny wrists of his. Yamamoto picks frugally at his own dish, unable to imagine (let alone eat) two more courses served on plates the size of hub caps, and as much bread and wine as he can manage.
My Girlfriend - DBSK
She’s a sweet girl: unerringly polite and prettier than Haru and Sasagawa combined. Gokudera takes one look at Yamamoto’s blushing face and decides he hates her guts.
Stop Crying Your Heart Out - Oasis
Gokudera can see them from his window, standing just close enough to be intimate. He brushes the hair from her neck. She smiles like maple syrup. They’re conversing in hushed tones and he kisses her cheek, chastely. Then she’s on her way, and he’s coming in, fortified with vacant lies that Gokudera doesn’t want to hear. “Do you think this will spare me?” he wants to say, but then they would both hurt, and what’s the point in that?
Getting Away With Murder - Papa Roach
Gokudera is tapping in morse code on the edge of his desk with his biro, paying blatant inattention while the teacher explains the idea behind Taylor’s Theorem and tries to get over the disappointment of his brightest student being thoroughly disinterested in anything he has to say.
Whatever You Want - Vienna Teng
She always knew the man was married. She noticed him the first time he stepped into the restaurant, the gaijin with sparkling cuff links and a pierced ear. He was built like a mountain, flanked by bowling-pin bodyguards, and the woman on his arm could only be his wife, leggy and blonde with laughter that rang like bells across a lawn. She never meant to enter his world, but the child in her womb didn’t give her much choice.
Harder to Breathe - Maroon 5
It feels all wrong, like looking at a blackboard without his glasses or the tenth’s coffin lying unburied in the middle of a forest. He pulls away with a wet gasp, extricates himself from the heated embrace. “Sorry. I -”
What’s-his-name gives him a lopsided smile and shakes his head. “It’s okay. There’s someone else right?” He laughs throatily at Gokudera’s slack-jawed expression and leans in for another quick kiss. “It’s always the cute ones.”
Models - Girls Aloud
Yamamoto wasn’t even aware of the scouting industry before Gokudera deemed him fit to be seen in public with.
Do What You Have To Do - Sarah McLachlan
When Yamamoto asks him what he should get his girl for White Day, Gokudera fumbles through his collection of beads and necklaces and various chains, pulls out the ugliest ring he can find and thrusts it into the idiot’s palm. It’s a silver skull he stole from a street vendor a lifetime ago in Italy, scratched in at least three places with an obviously fake diamond winking from its left eye.
Yamamoto looks plaintively at him. “You think this’ll work?”
Characters/Pairing: Yamamoto and Gokudera-centric: some gen and some 8059.
Word Count: 686
Excerpt: “Yamamoto wasn’t even aware of the scouting industry before Gokudera deemed him fit to be seen in public with.”
A/N: So I’m a pitifully slow writer but I figured I should do this before the bandwagon ran away. XD
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
A Wish for Something More - Amy MacDonald
Yamamoto has long come to terms with the fact that Gokudera can never love him the way he wants, with no pretence, and reckless abandon. Gokudera loves like he kisses, with timid, half-concealed fervour, and only ever after a narrow scrape with death.
I Want To Love You In My Room - Irving
They're avoiding twittering fangirls together when Yamamoto touches his elbow with a grin and an eyebrows-raised, I'm-trying-to-be-meaningful look. There really is nothing subtle about him, Gokudera marvels as he kicks open the nearest classroom door and drags Yamamoto into it by his open shirt collar.
They're interrupted by Kusakabe at one point. The boy stammers out an apology, closes the door and sits down heavily. He pictures Gokudera and Hibari, and then must decide whose wrath he'd rather be incurring.
The Ketchup Song - Las Ketchup
Yamamoto considers the spread before him and raises a hand to pet his suddenly queasy stomach. He’s sure that every spoonful of thick, creamy pumpkin soup and equally creamy penne - he’s never seen so much grated cheese in his life - brings him closer to death by heart attack. Gokudera seems pleasantly unaware of his impending doom however, tucking in with those impossible skinny wrists of his. Yamamoto picks frugally at his own dish, unable to imagine (let alone eat) two more courses served on plates the size of hub caps, and as much bread and wine as he can manage.
My Girlfriend - DBSK
She’s a sweet girl: unerringly polite and prettier than Haru and Sasagawa combined. Gokudera takes one look at Yamamoto’s blushing face and decides he hates her guts.
Stop Crying Your Heart Out - Oasis
Gokudera can see them from his window, standing just close enough to be intimate. He brushes the hair from her neck. She smiles like maple syrup. They’re conversing in hushed tones and he kisses her cheek, chastely. Then she’s on her way, and he’s coming in, fortified with vacant lies that Gokudera doesn’t want to hear. “Do you think this will spare me?” he wants to say, but then they would both hurt, and what’s the point in that?
Getting Away With Murder - Papa Roach
Gokudera is tapping in morse code on the edge of his desk with his biro, paying blatant inattention while the teacher explains the idea behind Taylor’s Theorem and tries to get over the disappointment of his brightest student being thoroughly disinterested in anything he has to say.
Whatever You Want - Vienna Teng
She always knew the man was married. She noticed him the first time he stepped into the restaurant, the gaijin with sparkling cuff links and a pierced ear. He was built like a mountain, flanked by bowling-pin bodyguards, and the woman on his arm could only be his wife, leggy and blonde with laughter that rang like bells across a lawn. She never meant to enter his world, but the child in her womb didn’t give her much choice.
Harder to Breathe - Maroon 5
It feels all wrong, like looking at a blackboard without his glasses or the tenth’s coffin lying unburied in the middle of a forest. He pulls away with a wet gasp, extricates himself from the heated embrace. “Sorry. I -”
What’s-his-name gives him a lopsided smile and shakes his head. “It’s okay. There’s someone else right?” He laughs throatily at Gokudera’s slack-jawed expression and leans in for another quick kiss. “It’s always the cute ones.”
Models - Girls Aloud
Yamamoto wasn’t even aware of the scouting industry before Gokudera deemed him fit to be seen in public with.
Do What You Have To Do - Sarah McLachlan
When Yamamoto asks him what he should get his girl for White Day, Gokudera fumbles through his collection of beads and necklaces and various chains, pulls out the ugliest ring he can find and thrusts it into the idiot’s palm. It’s a silver skull he stole from a street vendor a lifetime ago in Italy, scratched in at least three places with an obviously fake diamond winking from its left eye.
Yamamoto looks plaintively at him. “You think this’ll work?”