[meme] Drabble Requests 2007: filled
2007 Drabbles Requests: first 20 requests filled!
In chronological order by request, 100 or slightly more words of fic. 19 drabbles, 1 double drabble, ranging from PG to light R, over 13 fandoms.
for selenity136
prince of tennis; oshitari/ryoma; reaction
Oshitari wasn’t a data collector the way Seigaku's Inui Sadaharu was, but only because he didn't record things in notebooks. Oshitari was good at watching people; he rarely missed the little details.
While everyone else focused on Fuji Syuusuke's game against Jirou, Oshitari was looking at the boy sprawled insolently on the coach's bench, his eyes sharp under his cap.
Smiling, Oshitari watched Echizen Ryoma watch Fuji.
"He doesn't like you that way," he murmured as they shook hands after the end of the Hyoutei-Seigaku match. "I could, though," he added with a smirk, just to see the other boy jerk and stare.
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for _happy_as_rain_
dbsk; yunjae; ang lee/regret, unfulfilled desires, uncertain and unavailable happy endings
He takes a hesitant hold of your sleeve, his face pale in the moonlight. It makes you ache for memories of golden afternoons on the fields, running and laughing as if you were free. But reality now is harsher, colder, like the grasp of your hand around your sword.
There is a question in his eyes and you say, “I cannot make you promises, Jaejoong-ah,” wishing the words didn’t taste like ashes on your tongue. But you know your destiny and it calls you away. In another time, you might have stayed. In another life, you might have had him.
I've actually not seen "Lust, Caution" yet, or read "Love in the Time of Cholera" (clearly I fail on many levels) but I hope this is something like what you wanted. Er, historical setting, kind of reminiscent of Crouching Tiger.
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for satora_chan
ffvii; cloud/aeris/zack; what if zack had made it back to midgar and survived
There were still days when they remembered the what-ifs: what if Sephiroth had won, what if Cloud had died, what if Zack had given up. Those days, Zack and Cloud’s eyes darkened with memories and they would sit silently in Tifa’s bar with barely-touched drinks. She understood, never saying a word as she wiped the tables around them. Those days, Aeris would come in after a few hours and greet Tifa with a smile and a nod. She would kiss Zack on one cheek and Cloud on the other, and she’d say, softly, “Let’s go home.” And then the what-ifs didn’t matter anymore.
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for aisushi
gundam wing; heero/duo; this picture
Heero had never expected peace to be like this. Truth be told, he’d never expected to be around for the peace he’d fought to bring about. When he’d imagined it, though, he’d pictured something with lots of happy children, perhaps. He had never expected to have people to call friends, or someone to love.
Sitting on the window sill in a tank top and shorts, backlit with Earth sunlight, Duo put down his bottle of soda and looked at him. “What?” he asked with a grin.
“You re blocking my sun,” Heero said. Peace or not, Heero Yuy didn’t do sap.
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for angelacaduca
dbsk; yunho/changmin; "your eyes close with my dreams"
Yunho groaned silently. Beside him, Changmin rolled over onto his side and continued snoring happily.
“I can’t believe I had to fall in love with someone who snores,” Yunho complained to the ceiling. “And someone taller than me. And I get the feeling he’s always laughing at me, which he shouldn’t, because I’m his hyung, even if he is smarter than me.”
Changmin cracked open an eye. “Shut up, hyung,” he murmured sleepily, “I was having a dream about Jaejoong-ah’s cooking.”
Yunho added, to the ceiling, voice full of exasperation, “And he definitely loves food more than he loves me.”
This is my first time writing DBSK and I think I butchered Yunho, ugh, but for the sake of humor...? I hope you like it anyway, even though it's far less serious than your prompt probably intended!
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for shinigamitabris
w-inds.; ryohei/keita; backstage
Touring with a group was hard work: you were always on the move, packing and unpacking daily as you prepared for nightly performances. People were always running around, shouting orders, and occasionally falling out of doorways and nearly crashing into you.
“This was supposed to be arm-wrestling, Ryohei!” You stared in bemusement as Chiba Ryohei held Tachibana Keita in an awkward headlock.
“Like you wouldn’t have won that! I deserve a turn at to-” He noticed you then and gave you an embarrassed smile.
Touring with a group was hard work; touring with w-inds. was an experience transcending words.
I really wanted to make this longer and maybe make it OT3 but, uh, I hope you like this anyway? :D Retarded boys!
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for takenoko
hanakimi; sano/mizuki; when the evening is spread out against the sky
Sano took her to the hill on the far side of the soccer field that night. He didn’t say anything as he walked in front of her, hands in his pockets, pretending he didn’t see her scrubbing at her eyes with the sleeves of her hoodie. Boys don’t cry, Mizuki, she told herself sternly. Especially not just because of a letter from home.
She caught up to Sano at the top of the hill. “What are we doing?” she asked brightly.
He answered her by pointing out the Big Dipper. They spent nearly an hour sitting on the hill, heads tilted back toward the sky, and Mizuki forgot to feel homesick with Sano beside her.
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for artemisgoddess
good omens/kat-tun; gen; original sin
“Humans are not born naturally sinful,” Aziraphale huffed. If his wings had been out, they surely would have been ruffled in displeasure. “Honestly, Crowley, must we have this argument again?”
Crowley grinned and winked. “But thisss time, angel, I’ve got proof.”
Aziraphale pursed his lips and gave Crowley a skeptical look.
“I hope you like Japan,” Crowley added as he snapped his fingers.
Watching KAT-TUN perform, and seeing the way hips encased in too-tight jeans moved, Aziraphale grudgingly had to admit that some humans had a more natural proclivity to sin than others. Not that that made Crowley right, the smug demon.
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for flaming_icicles
ouran koko host club; kyouya/tamaki; christmas
“We’re over budget again,” Kyouya said flatly, looking at the figures in his account book. He lifted his head and gave Tamaki a very pointed look.
“B-but,” protested Tamaki, pouting. “It’s Christmas.” He waved his arms expansively, indicating the lavishly-decorated room. Bows and wreathes and candles graced nearly every available surface.
“It is Christmas, sempai,” Haruhi put in, albeit reluctantly. She shrugged when Kyouya’s cold look transferred to her. “Maybe it can be his present.”
Hikaru and Kaoru slid their arms around Kyouya’s shoulders and leered at him. “And maybe you can make him pay for it…later.”
Kyouya’s mouth twitched. “Done.”
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for danii06
ffvii; reno, zack; compensation
“Oh look, a familiar face.” Reno blinked the blurriness from his eyes and tried to pinpoint the source of the amused voice. He saw Zack Fair the same time he noticed the Lifestream, swirling gently around them.
“Aw, fuck,” said Reno, “Rude’s never gonna let me live this one down.”
“It was a pretty big explosion, if it makes you feel any better,” Zack told him, grinning, “And you were getting paid crap wages, anyway.”
Reno smirked. “I didn’t do it for the money, yo. It was all about the thrills.” He looked around and sighed. Being dead was going to suck.
So, failing at game canon, I figured a safe place for the two to meet was the afterlife. So I kind of combined your prompts? :D Um, yes. ♥
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for forochel
greekcest; apollo/hermes; modern era, walking on sunshine, angry helios
Apollo had adopted “Walking on Sunshine” as his new favorite song, just to see Helios glower and mutter, “I’m the god of the sun, damn it,” every time they were near. Hermes told him he had a sadistic streak, which Apollo didn’t deny, only grinning. Hermes laughed, then, and told Apollo he had been spending too much time in America learning to torture friends as a pastime, and that he should take a look at the rest of the world. “Japan, for instance,” said Hermes, pointing through the clouds at the island below. “There, they torture strangers on television for fun and profit.”
For anyone at all curious about my Greekcest, this tag here is pretty handy. The reference in the fic is to Japan's weird and painful game shows, which you can find on YouTube for a good laugh and a couple of winces.
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for scorch66
ouran koko host club; tamaki/haruhi; sticker
Haruhi surveyed Tamaki’s expansive bedroom, taking in the rich oriental carpets, the fine Egyptian cotton on the king-size poster bed, the sheen of the silk curtains, and the crystal chandelier. The room spoke of wealth and opulence and, more importantly, Tamaki: on almost every available flat surface was a vase-no doubt the finest porcelain-crammed full of roses in full bloom.
Haruhi said, very dryly, “Senpai, someone might take you for a stalker.” She glanced at the boy behind her back to the photo stickers that decorated his desk, wardrobe, and walls, each featuring a shot of Haruhi, unawares.
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for ch_ar_me
legal drug; rikuo/kazahaya; super junior/kpop
“Are you listening to cheesy boy bands?” Kazahaya demanded, and holding up a CD case as if it mortally offended him.
Rikuo lounged back on his bed, CD player at his side, and raised an eyebrow. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“They wear weird clothes! They do that thing with their hips. They hang off other boys. They-they look like girls!” Kazahaya shouted, waving his arms in the air, an expression of outrage on his face.
“Yeah,” said Rikuo, smirking. “They kind of remind me of you.”
He was glad, a moment later, for his earphones.
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for emeraldcrystal
dbsk; ot5; wireless
“YOU BROKE THE INTERNET,” Yoochun screeched at Junsu, launching himself from the couch in a valiant attempt to strangle his bandmate, who squeaked in protest.
“Wait!” Yunho dove forward across Jaejoong’s lap to catch the laptop before it hit the ground.
“Can you fix it?” Jaejoong asked Changmin pathetically, because he didn’t want to deal with figuring out who would sing Junsu’s parts if he were dead.
“Probably. What were you doing anyway, hyung?”
Yoochun sat on Junsu. “I was reading this story where we’re having an orgy, but Junsu wanted to read one about him and Hyukjae.”
“That’s a lie!” Junsu yelped, turning red.
Also so tempted to make this longer, because there is never enough retarded boy band antics. *G*
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for loser_no_jutsu
super junior; siwon/hankyung; giggles
Siwon could feel the thrum of Hankyung’s heartbeat under his tongue as he slid his mouth down his chest. He could taste the salty taste of Hankyung’s sweat on his skin, could hear the harsh, jerky breaths that made the body beneath his lips heave. His fingers rubbed lightly at Hankyung’s hips, curling across the jutting bone and slipping down into the crease between torso and leg. Siwon drank in the whimper that escaped from the other man, sliding his hands over Hankyung’s ribs in a mindless count, and then pulled up in surprise as Hankyung dissolved into a pile of squirming giggles.
Er, definitely sexier than your prompt entailed, hope you don't mind! ShiHan is cute and also hot.
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for lineelu2001
gokusen 2; ryu/takeda; "ryu always thought that hair clips..."
Ryu always thought that hair clips were for girls. He couldn’t look at a pair without thinking of girlish laughter and strawberry-pink lips, or of long hair that trailed over pale skin, over the curve of a shoulder or the swell of a breast. Hair clips were for girls, and girls were enticing, desirable creatures, and that Ryu’s excuse when he pressed Takeda to the wall and kissed him. He was thinking of girls when he bit at Takeda’s neck and rocked his hips forward, when he gasped and dug his fingers into Takeda’s hair, sending the hair clips onto the floor. Girls.
Sorry I couldn't write your WaT prompt for you. I'm not terribly familiar with them, sorry. I hope you like this though!
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for raramai
hikaru no go; akira/hikaru; young and innocent love
“He’s never,” said Isumi at lunch.
Waya boggled. “You’re kidding! He’s never-?”
Hikaru turned red and said, “So what!”
Except, apparently, it was a big deal for a nineteen-year-old. “You’ve never?” asked Akari when she heard, looking consternated.
“Oh honey,” said his mother, “I didn’t know you’d never- And at this age!”
“I can’t believe you’ve never-” Nase shook her head. “Even Ochi’s-”
“Stop right there,” Shindou shouted, clapping his hands over his ears.
“Shindou’s never-?” Even Ashiwara had heard.
“No,” said Touya, “he has.” He leaned over and kissed Hikaru. “I bought you some green tea Pocky. Now you can see for yourself.”
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for murasaki_plum
super junior; kangin/leeteuk; "stuck on stupid"
Kangin’s filmed four different shows in the past week and he’s been a laugh riot on all of them. I know this even though I was on only one of those sets with him, because this is what Kangin does recently. He’s determined to live up to his reputation of being the one who can talk circles around people and make them laugh and like it.
Kangin is an idiot, though, because he’s been so focused on pulling down people’s pants that he’s missed the looks Leeteuk keeps sneaking at him. I’m sure our leader thinks he’s being subtle, but he’s not, and the look in his eyes makes me want to take care of him-and I’m not big on taking care of people.
Instead of giving Leeteuk a hug or a massage or whatever, I find Kangin and smack him in the head. “Yah! You’re so fucking blind.” He looks at me and I glare at him and I guess he eventually gets it, because two days later he and Leeteuk are talking in my and Leeteuk’s room. I make sure they’re left alone and go watch TV.
I guess this is the way I take care of people.
Uh, yours turned into a double-drabble and I justified it to myself because it was Super Junior (which I hope you don't mind, since you let me choose--and, uh, SuJu currently tops me all over in many ways?) and KangTeuk. They deserve extra special love and, yes, I'm totally biased. And I figured KangTeuk was a safe enough pairing choice. :)
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for velvetiine
hanakimi; nakatsu/kayashima; kayashima in a skirt
Nakatsu was not entirely sure why his roommate was in a skirt, but he couldn't deny that Kayashima, evidently, had great legs. The same legs that Nakatsu remembered admiring on their recent group outing to the public baths, long and bare under the towel; the same legs that Nakatsu had glimpsed earlier that month when Kayashima had changed into a yukata for the street festival.
Ahahaha, thought Nakatsu, because he was clearly going insane and not in any way staring at his very male roommate’s legs-
Then Nakatsu remembered he already had this “gay” crisis. So he grinned, whistled, and said, “Nice legs, Kayashima!”
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for gilduin
hikaru no go; kaga/tsutsui; "this is the second of our reign"
Kaga said, “Goddamn, I hate being a first year,” when they entered Haze High School. He stubbed out his cigarette on the window sill, much to Tsutsui’s horror, adding, “No way I’m joining the Go Club.”
Their second year, Kaga forced Tsutsui to ride on the back of his motorcycle, laughing as Tsutsui squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his hands into Kaga’s shirt, shouting about Kaga’s insanity.
“This is the second of our reign,” Kaga announced to Tsutsui a week into their third year, surveying the school proprietarily from the roof. Then he pressed Tsutsui to the railing and kissed him, triumphant.
I'm so glad you like my Kaga/Tsutsui--they make me happy to write (and also to read) so yay. Your comment made me smile, so I hope this makes me you smile too!
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Requests are still open here but only until Dec 31. Once it's 2008, I'm closed!
Hope you like your drabbles~ ♥ Happy New Year!
In chronological order by request, 100 or slightly more words of fic. 19 drabbles, 1 double drabble, ranging from PG to light R, over 13 fandoms.
for selenity136
prince of tennis; oshitari/ryoma; reaction
Oshitari wasn’t a data collector the way Seigaku's Inui Sadaharu was, but only because he didn't record things in notebooks. Oshitari was good at watching people; he rarely missed the little details.
While everyone else focused on Fuji Syuusuke's game against Jirou, Oshitari was looking at the boy sprawled insolently on the coach's bench, his eyes sharp under his cap.
Smiling, Oshitari watched Echizen Ryoma watch Fuji.
"He doesn't like you that way," he murmured as they shook hands after the end of the Hyoutei-Seigaku match. "I could, though," he added with a smirk, just to see the other boy jerk and stare.
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for _happy_as_rain_
dbsk; yunjae; ang lee/regret, unfulfilled desires, uncertain and unavailable happy endings
He takes a hesitant hold of your sleeve, his face pale in the moonlight. It makes you ache for memories of golden afternoons on the fields, running and laughing as if you were free. But reality now is harsher, colder, like the grasp of your hand around your sword.
There is a question in his eyes and you say, “I cannot make you promises, Jaejoong-ah,” wishing the words didn’t taste like ashes on your tongue. But you know your destiny and it calls you away. In another time, you might have stayed. In another life, you might have had him.
I've actually not seen "Lust, Caution" yet, or read "Love in the Time of Cholera" (clearly I fail on many levels) but I hope this is something like what you wanted. Er, historical setting, kind of reminiscent of Crouching Tiger.
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for satora_chan
ffvii; cloud/aeris/zack; what if zack had made it back to midgar and survived
There were still days when they remembered the what-ifs: what if Sephiroth had won, what if Cloud had died, what if Zack had given up. Those days, Zack and Cloud’s eyes darkened with memories and they would sit silently in Tifa’s bar with barely-touched drinks. She understood, never saying a word as she wiped the tables around them. Those days, Aeris would come in after a few hours and greet Tifa with a smile and a nod. She would kiss Zack on one cheek and Cloud on the other, and she’d say, softly, “Let’s go home.” And then the what-ifs didn’t matter anymore.
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for aisushi
gundam wing; heero/duo; this picture
Heero had never expected peace to be like this. Truth be told, he’d never expected to be around for the peace he’d fought to bring about. When he’d imagined it, though, he’d pictured something with lots of happy children, perhaps. He had never expected to have people to call friends, or someone to love.
Sitting on the window sill in a tank top and shorts, backlit with Earth sunlight, Duo put down his bottle of soda and looked at him. “What?” he asked with a grin.
“You re blocking my sun,” Heero said. Peace or not, Heero Yuy didn’t do sap.
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for angelacaduca
dbsk; yunho/changmin; "your eyes close with my dreams"
Yunho groaned silently. Beside him, Changmin rolled over onto his side and continued snoring happily.
“I can’t believe I had to fall in love with someone who snores,” Yunho complained to the ceiling. “And someone taller than me. And I get the feeling he’s always laughing at me, which he shouldn’t, because I’m his hyung, even if he is smarter than me.”
Changmin cracked open an eye. “Shut up, hyung,” he murmured sleepily, “I was having a dream about Jaejoong-ah’s cooking.”
Yunho added, to the ceiling, voice full of exasperation, “And he definitely loves food more than he loves me.”
This is my first time writing DBSK and I think I butchered Yunho, ugh, but for the sake of humor...? I hope you like it anyway, even though it's far less serious than your prompt probably intended!
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for shinigamitabris
w-inds.; ryohei/keita; backstage
Touring with a group was hard work: you were always on the move, packing and unpacking daily as you prepared for nightly performances. People were always running around, shouting orders, and occasionally falling out of doorways and nearly crashing into you.
“This was supposed to be arm-wrestling, Ryohei!” You stared in bemusement as Chiba Ryohei held Tachibana Keita in an awkward headlock.
“Like you wouldn’t have won that! I deserve a turn at to-” He noticed you then and gave you an embarrassed smile.
Touring with a group was hard work; touring with w-inds. was an experience transcending words.
I really wanted to make this longer and maybe make it OT3 but, uh, I hope you like this anyway? :D Retarded boys!
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for takenoko
hanakimi; sano/mizuki; when the evening is spread out against the sky
Sano took her to the hill on the far side of the soccer field that night. He didn’t say anything as he walked in front of her, hands in his pockets, pretending he didn’t see her scrubbing at her eyes with the sleeves of her hoodie. Boys don’t cry, Mizuki, she told herself sternly. Especially not just because of a letter from home.
She caught up to Sano at the top of the hill. “What are we doing?” she asked brightly.
He answered her by pointing out the Big Dipper. They spent nearly an hour sitting on the hill, heads tilted back toward the sky, and Mizuki forgot to feel homesick with Sano beside her.
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for artemisgoddess
good omens/kat-tun; gen; original sin
“Humans are not born naturally sinful,” Aziraphale huffed. If his wings had been out, they surely would have been ruffled in displeasure. “Honestly, Crowley, must we have this argument again?”
Crowley grinned and winked. “But thisss time, angel, I’ve got proof.”
Aziraphale pursed his lips and gave Crowley a skeptical look.
“I hope you like Japan,” Crowley added as he snapped his fingers.
Watching KAT-TUN perform, and seeing the way hips encased in too-tight jeans moved, Aziraphale grudgingly had to admit that some humans had a more natural proclivity to sin than others. Not that that made Crowley right, the smug demon.
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for flaming_icicles
ouran koko host club; kyouya/tamaki; christmas
“We’re over budget again,” Kyouya said flatly, looking at the figures in his account book. He lifted his head and gave Tamaki a very pointed look.
“B-but,” protested Tamaki, pouting. “It’s Christmas.” He waved his arms expansively, indicating the lavishly-decorated room. Bows and wreathes and candles graced nearly every available surface.
“It is Christmas, sempai,” Haruhi put in, albeit reluctantly. She shrugged when Kyouya’s cold look transferred to her. “Maybe it can be his present.”
Hikaru and Kaoru slid their arms around Kyouya’s shoulders and leered at him. “And maybe you can make him pay for it…later.”
Kyouya’s mouth twitched. “Done.”
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for danii06
ffvii; reno, zack; compensation
“Oh look, a familiar face.” Reno blinked the blurriness from his eyes and tried to pinpoint the source of the amused voice. He saw Zack Fair the same time he noticed the Lifestream, swirling gently around them.
“Aw, fuck,” said Reno, “Rude’s never gonna let me live this one down.”
“It was a pretty big explosion, if it makes you feel any better,” Zack told him, grinning, “And you were getting paid crap wages, anyway.”
Reno smirked. “I didn’t do it for the money, yo. It was all about the thrills.” He looked around and sighed. Being dead was going to suck.
So, failing at game canon, I figured a safe place for the two to meet was the afterlife. So I kind of combined your prompts? :D Um, yes. ♥
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for forochel
greekcest; apollo/hermes; modern era, walking on sunshine, angry helios
Apollo had adopted “Walking on Sunshine” as his new favorite song, just to see Helios glower and mutter, “I’m the god of the sun, damn it,” every time they were near. Hermes told him he had a sadistic streak, which Apollo didn’t deny, only grinning. Hermes laughed, then, and told Apollo he had been spending too much time in America learning to torture friends as a pastime, and that he should take a look at the rest of the world. “Japan, for instance,” said Hermes, pointing through the clouds at the island below. “There, they torture strangers on television for fun and profit.”
For anyone at all curious about my Greekcest, this tag here is pretty handy. The reference in the fic is to Japan's weird and painful game shows, which you can find on YouTube for a good laugh and a couple of winces.
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for scorch66
ouran koko host club; tamaki/haruhi; sticker
Haruhi surveyed Tamaki’s expansive bedroom, taking in the rich oriental carpets, the fine Egyptian cotton on the king-size poster bed, the sheen of the silk curtains, and the crystal chandelier. The room spoke of wealth and opulence and, more importantly, Tamaki: on almost every available flat surface was a vase-no doubt the finest porcelain-crammed full of roses in full bloom.
Haruhi said, very dryly, “Senpai, someone might take you for a stalker.” She glanced at the boy behind her back to the photo stickers that decorated his desk, wardrobe, and walls, each featuring a shot of Haruhi, unawares.
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for ch_ar_me
legal drug; rikuo/kazahaya; super junior/kpop
“Are you listening to cheesy boy bands?” Kazahaya demanded, and holding up a CD case as if it mortally offended him.
Rikuo lounged back on his bed, CD player at his side, and raised an eyebrow. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“They wear weird clothes! They do that thing with their hips. They hang off other boys. They-they look like girls!” Kazahaya shouted, waving his arms in the air, an expression of outrage on his face.
“Yeah,” said Rikuo, smirking. “They kind of remind me of you.”
He was glad, a moment later, for his earphones.
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for emeraldcrystal
dbsk; ot5; wireless
“YOU BROKE THE INTERNET,” Yoochun screeched at Junsu, launching himself from the couch in a valiant attempt to strangle his bandmate, who squeaked in protest.
“Wait!” Yunho dove forward across Jaejoong’s lap to catch the laptop before it hit the ground.
“Can you fix it?” Jaejoong asked Changmin pathetically, because he didn’t want to deal with figuring out who would sing Junsu’s parts if he were dead.
“Probably. What were you doing anyway, hyung?”
Yoochun sat on Junsu. “I was reading this story where we’re having an orgy, but Junsu wanted to read one about him and Hyukjae.”
“That’s a lie!” Junsu yelped, turning red.
Also so tempted to make this longer, because there is never enough retarded boy band antics. *G*
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for loser_no_jutsu
super junior; siwon/hankyung; giggles
Siwon could feel the thrum of Hankyung’s heartbeat under his tongue as he slid his mouth down his chest. He could taste the salty taste of Hankyung’s sweat on his skin, could hear the harsh, jerky breaths that made the body beneath his lips heave. His fingers rubbed lightly at Hankyung’s hips, curling across the jutting bone and slipping down into the crease between torso and leg. Siwon drank in the whimper that escaped from the other man, sliding his hands over Hankyung’s ribs in a mindless count, and then pulled up in surprise as Hankyung dissolved into a pile of squirming giggles.
Er, definitely sexier than your prompt entailed, hope you don't mind! ShiHan is cute and also hot.
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for lineelu2001
gokusen 2; ryu/takeda; "ryu always thought that hair clips..."
Ryu always thought that hair clips were for girls. He couldn’t look at a pair without thinking of girlish laughter and strawberry-pink lips, or of long hair that trailed over pale skin, over the curve of a shoulder or the swell of a breast. Hair clips were for girls, and girls were enticing, desirable creatures, and that Ryu’s excuse when he pressed Takeda to the wall and kissed him. He was thinking of girls when he bit at Takeda’s neck and rocked his hips forward, when he gasped and dug his fingers into Takeda’s hair, sending the hair clips onto the floor. Girls.
Sorry I couldn't write your WaT prompt for you. I'm not terribly familiar with them, sorry. I hope you like this though!
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for raramai
hikaru no go; akira/hikaru; young and innocent love
“He’s never,” said Isumi at lunch.
Waya boggled. “You’re kidding! He’s never-?”
Hikaru turned red and said, “So what!”
Except, apparently, it was a big deal for a nineteen-year-old. “You’ve never?” asked Akari when she heard, looking consternated.
“Oh honey,” said his mother, “I didn’t know you’d never- And at this age!”
“I can’t believe you’ve never-” Nase shook her head. “Even Ochi’s-”
“Stop right there,” Shindou shouted, clapping his hands over his ears.
“Shindou’s never-?” Even Ashiwara had heard.
“No,” said Touya, “he has.” He leaned over and kissed Hikaru. “I bought you some green tea Pocky. Now you can see for yourself.”
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for murasaki_plum
super junior; kangin/leeteuk; "stuck on stupid"
Kangin’s filmed four different shows in the past week and he’s been a laugh riot on all of them. I know this even though I was on only one of those sets with him, because this is what Kangin does recently. He’s determined to live up to his reputation of being the one who can talk circles around people and make them laugh and like it.
Kangin is an idiot, though, because he’s been so focused on pulling down people’s pants that he’s missed the looks Leeteuk keeps sneaking at him. I’m sure our leader thinks he’s being subtle, but he’s not, and the look in his eyes makes me want to take care of him-and I’m not big on taking care of people.
Instead of giving Leeteuk a hug or a massage or whatever, I find Kangin and smack him in the head. “Yah! You’re so fucking blind.” He looks at me and I glare at him and I guess he eventually gets it, because two days later he and Leeteuk are talking in my and Leeteuk’s room. I make sure they’re left alone and go watch TV.
I guess this is the way I take care of people.
Uh, yours turned into a double-drabble and I justified it to myself because it was Super Junior (which I hope you don't mind, since you let me choose--and, uh, SuJu currently tops me all over in many ways?) and KangTeuk. They deserve extra special love and, yes, I'm totally biased. And I figured KangTeuk was a safe enough pairing choice. :)
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for velvetiine
hanakimi; nakatsu/kayashima; kayashima in a skirt
Nakatsu was not entirely sure why his roommate was in a skirt, but he couldn't deny that Kayashima, evidently, had great legs. The same legs that Nakatsu remembered admiring on their recent group outing to the public baths, long and bare under the towel; the same legs that Nakatsu had glimpsed earlier that month when Kayashima had changed into a yukata for the street festival.
Ahahaha, thought Nakatsu, because he was clearly going insane and not in any way staring at his very male roommate’s legs-
Then Nakatsu remembered he already had this “gay” crisis. So he grinned, whistled, and said, “Nice legs, Kayashima!”
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for gilduin
hikaru no go; kaga/tsutsui; "this is the second of our reign"
Kaga said, “Goddamn, I hate being a first year,” when they entered Haze High School. He stubbed out his cigarette on the window sill, much to Tsutsui’s horror, adding, “No way I’m joining the Go Club.”
Their second year, Kaga forced Tsutsui to ride on the back of his motorcycle, laughing as Tsutsui squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his hands into Kaga’s shirt, shouting about Kaga’s insanity.
“This is the second of our reign,” Kaga announced to Tsutsui a week into their third year, surveying the school proprietarily from the roof. Then he pressed Tsutsui to the railing and kissed him, triumphant.
I'm so glad you like my Kaga/Tsutsui--they make me happy to write (and also to read) so yay. Your comment made me smile, so I hope this makes me you smile too!
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Requests are still open here but only until Dec 31. Once it's 2008, I'm closed!
Hope you like your drabbles~ ♥ Happy New Year!