THE AKAME MASS COMMENT FICCY THING
Prompt. Write. Stalk. Pimp.
HAVE AT IT.
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Though really it’s because, even coming off of two hours of sleep and horrible ratings, Kame doesn’t have the heart to tell Jin he’s going to grow a third eye when Jin licks neon green frosting off the cupcake and offers to share the last demented candy drop with Kame when it’s apparent Jin wants it all to himself. It is rather, Kame suspects, the reason why Jin’s still in his car at all.
He wonders why he has this soft spot for Jin when it’s Junno whose taken to bolting at the first sign of Kame’s car like Jin will one day grab the wheel and run him down.
It doesn’t mean Kame is any less annoyed at the way Jin sticks bobble-head dolls on his dashboard and names them all ‘Kamekamekame’.
...then there is car pr0n, which I cannot bring myself to write at the moment. Um, sorry?
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I keep imagining how Kame would want to rip away those dolls the moment Jin's steps out of his car but can't really bring himself to do it because it's Jin who put them there. Their tiny nodding faces staring at him as he drives, Kame becoming neurotic.
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dfdsdfsdfjhkldfjvfhklsdf "Saving the environtment." Polar bears.
fsddsasfdyhfwfmnvmdafdfsfd Bobblehead dolls.
T_T Thank you so much for writing this out of my prompt. ♥♥♥♥♥ I feel like I've contributed something noble to the world.
SCREAM.
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He drives Jin home only to spare himself the trouble of another press conference.'
so perfect alksfaklsdfjlsf. i love you. *_* bobble head dolls. neon green frosting alskf. and alskfldjf carpr0n is awesome, even when it's, uh, unwritten. :p
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Jin shows up in his large, round, white, and possibly eco-friendly car. It’s a horrible car. It’s the type of car that gets one picked on mercilessly for days on end and incites snickers when it’s mentioned in passing.
Jin, of course, just started a minor horrible car craze among the juniors.
It’s maddening how Jin defies all human conventions, breaks through barriers like they’re made of the thinnest illusions. Fujigaya only had to say, “Akanishi drives this model” for everyone to go out and buy their own large, round, white, and possibly eco-friendly car. Though the next day, Jin just declared that the ice caps are melting and started mooching rides off Kame, who, like a proper idol, has a sleek, black Mercedes.
It’s horribly irresponsible of Jin to leave the kids stranded with soccermom cars
Kame tells Jin as much as Jin drives with a kind of tight-lipped concentration that could almost be described as enduring.
The bobble-head dolls on Jin’s dash nod fanatically in agreement. They look remarkably similar to the ones in Kame’s car. Which is a sleek, black Mercedes in case Jin’s interested.
He isn’t very. Or Kame misses his response because he discovers the dolls are absolutely fascinating. He feels remarkably close to them and their slavish, forced smiles of agreement. He wants to squish them to his chest or until their heads pop off.
“What are their names?” Kame asks. “Oh, wait. Let me guess: ‘Jinjinjin’. Or ‘Pipipi’.”
“You need to?”
Kame decides he does after a minute; three bottles of beer and another couple glasses of some liqueur that burns holes down his throat need to come out somehow.
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Jin just helps him zip up and manhandles him into the car when Kame informs Jin gleefully that Jin’s not the only one who’s special.
They wind up lying in the passenger seat, staring up at the stars through the moonroof. Jin has his arms around Kame, and Kame flails at him to ‘gerroff’ though Jin is large and tenacious and all that ends up happening is Kame’s arms growing tired.
“I hate you,” Kame sniffs. “You never paid me back for gas.”
“Sorry,” Jin says. His hand snakes down between them to reach inside Kame’s pants that, once again, have become unzipped.
Kame huffs. “That’s disgusting. I just peed.”
Jin pokes his head up. “Pi’s here?”
“No. Though it might be better if he were. Might be better if they’d gotten him to be the male lead.”
Kame clasps his hands to his mouth before he can say anything else, like how Johnny had only said “It’s what we expected” when Kame went to his office to apologize for abysmal ratings, like how he misses filming already because now he can’t lose himself. Jin wouldn’t understand. Jin has never wanted to be anyone but Jin.
“I’m drunk,” Kame says finally. He can see his reflection in Jin’s moonroof, outlined with a handful of stars.
“They’re chameleon elephants,” Jin tells him solemnly, and Kame bursts out laughing.
After a minute, Jin joins in.
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“What,” Kame says, “are you doing?”
Jin lifts his head away from Kame’s stomach. “Taking advantage.”
“Oh. Alright.” Kame buries his fingers in Jin’s hair and guides him back to the drawing Jin had been constructing on Kame’s skin with his tongue and delicious warmth. It is probably of elephants with stars for eyes. “Carry on then.”
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This fic ♥.
Is there more?
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That's it. I leave the good stuff up to your imagination because mine is dead
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Write more please? xD;;
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ORAL! MORE!
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