BE*BRIGHT/ MileyHasshi drabbles
P.S. I still love you.
BE*BRIGHT verse and Top3some drabbles. G.
Nozawa publishes his first book with the help of Kato Kan and a very encouraging editor. His debut novel is seemingly about a little girl who befriends a cat, but in reality is a deep rooted allegory about American imperialism in Japan.
Sanada spark-notes the entire book while Hasshi gives up after the first three pages, opting to fall asleep on their shared king-sized bed instead. Nozawa smiles at this and goes back to burying himself under stacks of new manuscripts. He always organizes the papers neatly at his desk, but after Hasshi peruses through them half of the apartment always ends up caved under paper.
Fuma picks up the book in BE*BRIGHT’s dressing room after Hasshi leaves it lying around. Fuma reads the entire novel in one night and calls Nozawa up for coffee to relay his detailed and insightful review on the themes and motifs of the novel.
“I never liked him,” Sanada tells Hasshi when they find Nozawa laughing over the phone with Fuma. “I say we vote him out of our band.” He goes back to examining his roots in the mirror.
Hasshi decides that he really is going to read the book, and spends thirty minutes staring intensely at page four before asking Nozawa to summarize it instead.
“It’s about the simplicity of life,” Nozawa tries to explain without averting his attention away from the televsion. Sanada is busy sleeping in Nozawa’s lap while Nozawa eats expired pineapple ice-cream. “But it’s also about something beyond us and our own need to control the weak.”
Hasshi ends up crying over a book he has never read.
BE*BRIGHT is asked to do another cooking shoot with a side interview on each member’s favorite recipes. No biggie, Sanada thinks as the make-up girls fuss over his hair and whether his shirt clashes with the apron color. That is, until he finds Hasshi fumbling over a familiar piece of notebook paper.
“No way!” Sanada cries, a loose curling iron in hand. “I’m using Yuuki’s cookie recipe!”
Hasshi snorts, blowing a piece of perfectly layered bangs astray. “He taught it to me first!”
“You wouldn’t even eat it!” Sanada waves a comb dangerously at Hasshi. One of the make-up girls gave him a look before going back to fix Fuma’s fringes. “You said there were too many calories!” They fight over the recipe for ten minutes before a jar of concealer breaks apart and lands in Uekusa’s perm.
In the end Takahata’s tekkadon recipe gets a center spread in the magazine while everyone else gets a one-hundred word count excerpt at the bottom.
Hasshi and Sanada demonstrate their outrage by making out in a corner.
“Yuuki’s cookies are so much better,” Sanada whines when he breaks apart from Hasshi, hand already in Hasshi’s perfectly curled locks. Hasshi agrees by kissing Sanada in return.
“How does eating each other’s face prove anything?” Takahata wants to know when the crew is packing up.
“They’re spiting you about the fact that your boyfriend is off at his drama shoot.” Taiga shrugs when Takahata wanders off to text Kento.
“Get a room, you two!” Uekusa barks, still miffed about his hair. He throws a bottle of hairspray at them.
Hasshi and Sanada fall out of their chair.
Sanada comes back from BE*BRIGHT’s seven-day tour and collapses on the bed.
“Where’s Hasshi?” Nozawa asks as he sits at the edge of the mattress, helping Sanada out of his jacket while the other boy rolls around the sheets.
“Julie grabbed him,” Sanada mumbles into Nozawa’s neck before falling back on the bed. “She said something about an interview for his stupid solo gig.” He makes a small grab at Nozawa’s arm. “He’ll be jealous if we have hot welcome-home sex without him.”
“Are we having welcome-home sex?” Nozawa smirks. “Because it looks to me like you’re incapacitated already.”
“I’m taking a five minute nap.” Sanada hugs the pillow, already sprawled in the middle of the bed. Nozawa laughs and pats Sanada. Hasshi comes tumbling into the apartment an hour later before climbing into bed with a sleeping Sanada.
Sanada wakes up first, scrunching his nose when he finds himself with a mouthful of Hasshi’s hair. He pokes at Hasshi’s cheeks until the other boy wakes up. They find Nozawa sitting on the kitchen counter, reading a cook book. The stove is still warm with soup on the table. Ramen sits in the microwave, ready to be eaten.
“I kind of love you right now,” Hasshi decides, pulling Nozawa’s book away and stealing a kiss.
Hot Styles Every Shoe Every Color
Miley/Hasshi bff fic. Hannah Montana/Je verse. G.
Miley comes back to Tokyo later that summer to promote her new movie. She finds Hasshi’s number buried under her old make-up case and decides to call him. “Let’s go shopping,” she says into her phone while security pushes back the line of Japanese fanboys at the theater. “Um, why do you sound so weird?”
“Eh, because I’m ten feet away from you,” Hasshi replies, and Miley turns around to find him in the sea of fans being manhandled by the guards.
“Why were you in the crowds?” Miley wants to know when she finally convinces security to let Hasshi in. “You’ve already previewed this movie twice!”
Hasshi doesn’t tell her that he also saw it again opening weekend with Shintaro. “Yeah, eh, didn’t you want to go shopping?”
Miley forgets about her question and looks in her bag for the credit card she stole from Robby Ray’s wallet instead. They go to harajuku after ditching Miley’s bodyguards with the help of some disguises from the jimusho costume rack.
“What about this one?” She holds up a flowery pattern blouse and waves it in front of Hasshi’s face.
“It clashes with your hair,” Hasshi replies without looking up from his cellphone, where he is busy sending emoticon filled messages to Takaki. “But the blue one looks good!”
“You should try this one on!” Miley hands him a pair of pants. She spends five minutes filling her entire cart with shirts and dresses before Hasshi comes out of the changing room.
“How can someone’s ass look like that?” Miley asks one of the sale associates. “Oh, sweet nibblets. That’s not fair.”
The sale associate is busy ogling at Hasshi.
“Hey, try this one on too!” Miley barges into the dressing room a few seconds later with another jacket and freezes, promptly dropping her cellphone on the floor.
Hasshi blinks, caught in the middle of changing into a polo shirt. His designer jeans are unbuttoned as his abbs flex a little.
“You’re a boy!” Miley shrieks when her jaw finally closes.
“You didn’t know?” Hasshi blinks.
“I don’t understand!” The girl frowns, crossing her arms. “Why did you check out all those boys with me?”
“Um.” Hasshi grins sheepishly as he zips up his pants. “I like boys?”
“Hasshi’s a boy say what?”
“But how did you not know?” Hasshi asks again when Miley finally stops pulling at her hair in frustration. “Do you find it weird? Can we not be friends anymore?”
“It’s okay!” Miley tells him. “I’ve always wanted a gay friend! Hug?” They hug before Miley goes back to her drink. “So how many calories are in this frappucino, do you think?”
“564,” Hasshi answers without a second thought.
Miley beams. “See, that’s why we’re friends.”
AN: lol I totally got this idea from here 8D
BE*BRIGHT verse and Top3some drabbles. G.
Nozawa publishes his first book with the help of Kato Kan and a very encouraging editor. His debut novel is seemingly about a little girl who befriends a cat, but in reality is a deep rooted allegory about American imperialism in Japan.
Sanada spark-notes the entire book while Hasshi gives up after the first three pages, opting to fall asleep on their shared king-sized bed instead. Nozawa smiles at this and goes back to burying himself under stacks of new manuscripts. He always organizes the papers neatly at his desk, but after Hasshi peruses through them half of the apartment always ends up caved under paper.
Fuma picks up the book in BE*BRIGHT’s dressing room after Hasshi leaves it lying around. Fuma reads the entire novel in one night and calls Nozawa up for coffee to relay his detailed and insightful review on the themes and motifs of the novel.
“I never liked him,” Sanada tells Hasshi when they find Nozawa laughing over the phone with Fuma. “I say we vote him out of our band.” He goes back to examining his roots in the mirror.
Hasshi decides that he really is going to read the book, and spends thirty minutes staring intensely at page four before asking Nozawa to summarize it instead.
“It’s about the simplicity of life,” Nozawa tries to explain without averting his attention away from the televsion. Sanada is busy sleeping in Nozawa’s lap while Nozawa eats expired pineapple ice-cream. “But it’s also about something beyond us and our own need to control the weak.”
Hasshi ends up crying over a book he has never read.
BE*BRIGHT is asked to do another cooking shoot with a side interview on each member’s favorite recipes. No biggie, Sanada thinks as the make-up girls fuss over his hair and whether his shirt clashes with the apron color. That is, until he finds Hasshi fumbling over a familiar piece of notebook paper.
“No way!” Sanada cries, a loose curling iron in hand. “I’m using Yuuki’s cookie recipe!”
Hasshi snorts, blowing a piece of perfectly layered bangs astray. “He taught it to me first!”
“You wouldn’t even eat it!” Sanada waves a comb dangerously at Hasshi. One of the make-up girls gave him a look before going back to fix Fuma’s fringes. “You said there were too many calories!” They fight over the recipe for ten minutes before a jar of concealer breaks apart and lands in Uekusa’s perm.
In the end Takahata’s tekkadon recipe gets a center spread in the magazine while everyone else gets a one-hundred word count excerpt at the bottom.
Hasshi and Sanada demonstrate their outrage by making out in a corner.
“Yuuki’s cookies are so much better,” Sanada whines when he breaks apart from Hasshi, hand already in Hasshi’s perfectly curled locks. Hasshi agrees by kissing Sanada in return.
“How does eating each other’s face prove anything?” Takahata wants to know when the crew is packing up.
“They’re spiting you about the fact that your boyfriend is off at his drama shoot.” Taiga shrugs when Takahata wanders off to text Kento.
“Get a room, you two!” Uekusa barks, still miffed about his hair. He throws a bottle of hairspray at them.
Hasshi and Sanada fall out of their chair.
Sanada comes back from BE*BRIGHT’s seven-day tour and collapses on the bed.
“Where’s Hasshi?” Nozawa asks as he sits at the edge of the mattress, helping Sanada out of his jacket while the other boy rolls around the sheets.
“Julie grabbed him,” Sanada mumbles into Nozawa’s neck before falling back on the bed. “She said something about an interview for his stupid solo gig.” He makes a small grab at Nozawa’s arm. “He’ll be jealous if we have hot welcome-home sex without him.”
“Are we having welcome-home sex?” Nozawa smirks. “Because it looks to me like you’re incapacitated already.”
“I’m taking a five minute nap.” Sanada hugs the pillow, already sprawled in the middle of the bed. Nozawa laughs and pats Sanada. Hasshi comes tumbling into the apartment an hour later before climbing into bed with a sleeping Sanada.
Sanada wakes up first, scrunching his nose when he finds himself with a mouthful of Hasshi’s hair. He pokes at Hasshi’s cheeks until the other boy wakes up. They find Nozawa sitting on the kitchen counter, reading a cook book. The stove is still warm with soup on the table. Ramen sits in the microwave, ready to be eaten.
“I kind of love you right now,” Hasshi decides, pulling Nozawa’s book away and stealing a kiss.
Hot Styles Every Shoe Every Color
Miley/Hasshi bff fic. Hannah Montana/Je verse. G.
Miley comes back to Tokyo later that summer to promote her new movie. She finds Hasshi’s number buried under her old make-up case and decides to call him. “Let’s go shopping,” she says into her phone while security pushes back the line of Japanese fanboys at the theater. “Um, why do you sound so weird?”
“Eh, because I’m ten feet away from you,” Hasshi replies, and Miley turns around to find him in the sea of fans being manhandled by the guards.
“Why were you in the crowds?” Miley wants to know when she finally convinces security to let Hasshi in. “You’ve already previewed this movie twice!”
Hasshi doesn’t tell her that he also saw it again opening weekend with Shintaro. “Yeah, eh, didn’t you want to go shopping?”
Miley forgets about her question and looks in her bag for the credit card she stole from Robby Ray’s wallet instead. They go to harajuku after ditching Miley’s bodyguards with the help of some disguises from the jimusho costume rack.
“What about this one?” She holds up a flowery pattern blouse and waves it in front of Hasshi’s face.
“It clashes with your hair,” Hasshi replies without looking up from his cellphone, where he is busy sending emoticon filled messages to Takaki. “But the blue one looks good!”
“You should try this one on!” Miley hands him a pair of pants. She spends five minutes filling her entire cart with shirts and dresses before Hasshi comes out of the changing room.
“How can someone’s ass look like that?” Miley asks one of the sale associates. “Oh, sweet nibblets. That’s not fair.”
The sale associate is busy ogling at Hasshi.
“Hey, try this one on too!” Miley barges into the dressing room a few seconds later with another jacket and freezes, promptly dropping her cellphone on the floor.
Hasshi blinks, caught in the middle of changing into a polo shirt. His designer jeans are unbuttoned as his abbs flex a little.
“You’re a boy!” Miley shrieks when her jaw finally closes.
“You didn’t know?” Hasshi blinks.
“I don’t understand!” The girl frowns, crossing her arms. “Why did you check out all those boys with me?”
“Um.” Hasshi grins sheepishly as he zips up his pants. “I like boys?”
“Hasshi’s a boy say what?”
“But how did you not know?” Hasshi asks again when Miley finally stops pulling at her hair in frustration. “Do you find it weird? Can we not be friends anymore?”
“It’s okay!” Miley tells him. “I’ve always wanted a gay friend! Hug?” They hug before Miley goes back to her drink. “So how many calories are in this frappucino, do you think?”
“564,” Hasshi answers without a second thought.
Miley beams. “See, that’s why we’re friends.”
AN: lol I totally got this idea from here 8D