So this isn't porn; don't you dare say it is. It's fluff, I tell you, straight-up, undiluted fluff. >:o
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Don't Make Me Come Back There. I Beg You
Nakamaru never actually intended to rent a Solio van for the beach trip ,but given all its convenient accoutrements-especially at present-Nakamaru is now convinced that the interior designer must have thought I want to make the kind of vehicle that can handle KAT-TUN.
By said standards, it should be ideal and they should have been able to arrive at the private sandy shore with very little fuss barring the obligatory music stand-off. (Nakamaru was the driver; it simply wasn’t up for discussion-Taguchi, keep your iPod jack to yourself, or so help me, I will turn this car around!.)
It could have been ideal. Ueda was in the passenger seat next to him; Nakamaru had insisted. It didn’t mean anything. It was just that Ueda was the best person to ride with; he didn’t backseat drive, he didn’t fiddle with the a/c, and he wasn’t Taguchi.
“Do you mind?” snapped Kame from behind Nakamaru’s
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OP here, keeping it consistent, I will not log in for now haw haw (because reasons)
...and that minute moment meant the ocean had swallowed him up because his breath halted. just putting that out there that it's my favorite line ever.
Hahaha so I'm just here to tell you that yes, I love your Maruda UST; how it seems like a thing neither of them need to say anything about, as it just is plus there's totally not-porn and that it's obviously not going on in the back seat of a rented SOLIO and that they all dutifully ignore it because it's not happening.
Yes, I love it. Thank you for writing this, yo <333
OMG I LOVE THIS. KAME WHY WOULD YOU EVEN LOOK BACK. AND Nakamaru cnjsknfkdvkdvkd you are so gone, so gone ;__; I love how Ueda is the smart one here AND makes everything better ♥ Just so goooooooooooooooood
hhahahah I love writing a Nakamaru that is completely done in for Ueda before he even realises it. Especially when Ueda is his one and only solace next to the disorder that is KAT-T
AutoCorrect RefreshSometimes they have this conversation. It isn’t a private conversation, but it must be just them two. There’s no particular subject, but it’s his favourite thing to talk about. With time, they’ve both agreed that it bears its continuation during long meetings, car rides, and quiet waiting in the dressing rooms and that it must always be through mail. And the final rule is that no one else is meant to know they’re mailing each other
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He couldn’t even swallow. Why had it become like this? Nakamaru felt the goosebumps form at his back; he could feel Ueda’s stare on the back of his neck. With it, Nakamaru felt reminscent touches; the pleas and swearings they’d made when things were simpler. He remembered how Ueda had moved; sleek and perfect, groaning hot memories over his throat as his fingers clamped on his hips.
Nakamaru licked his lips, and looked up at the mirror where Ueda, still leaned back in his chair, but now he had this look fixed on Nakamaru; a keen and euphoric break, eyes bright like Nakamaru had answered his every prayer. It was so dead-set open that Nakamaru sucked in a breath he hadn’t exhaled yet.
He bent his head to his phone, thumbs playing over the keys in hesitant sweeps with everything in him practically singing tension and the rebirth of one basic wish.
OKAY SO LIKE NCDFJNDGNOEH GCHFDHVKJFDGVFDHKVHFHBOFHGBKFDVKFDKHBVFKJBKFGHGBJFKHBKFNKBVNFDKNVKDFNVKDN
Because like KNJFGNKDJFBFGJVKFDBFJKCNBVKFJKBVLNKDLFNVC
i LOVE THIS IDEA. And ugh so much feels, why is it over already? /Greedy Alex
No really, I don'☼t even what to say, other than this is perfect because Ueda, still leaned back in his chair, but now he had this look fixed on Nakamaru; a keen and euphoric break, eyes bright like Nakamaru had answered his every prayer. It was so dead-set open that Nakamaru sucked in a breath he hadn’t exhaled yet. UGH SHJKDJESHFKJDHVKJDVKJDFN
i WANT TO HUG Ueda for owning up to things after so long ;__;
hahahha i was totally finishing this off and going *___* wow, good god, this promised sex probably needs to happen, but then my drabble police burst in and slapped me around for a bit until I remembered to keep it at least below 1k :'D
Also when I began this I totally didn't realise this was going to be the Maruda-with-a-history sort of trope, but I'm so pleased it worked out. Typos save lives, ok?
Whenever I see pics of Ueda on his phone in meetings, I'm just going to think of this *_____*
It's just too many kinds of perfect that Nakamaru's text would autocorrect dubiously. I loved how everything played out from Ueda stepping up to Nakamaru's last reply. Augh, so many feelings ;_______;
lol I just have this idea of the two of them moving their conversations to text especially where their sekrit trips and holidays, and casual dinner dates usually get a lot of coverage haha.
I actually drew that autocorrect idea from a typo an old friend of mine made in describing her love for coke. The situation had to be done up for Nakamaru ofc.
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Word Choice: "Parenting"
Porn, angst or fluff: hah fluff seems to be an appropriate choice in this case
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Don't Make Me Come Back There. I Beg You
Nakamaru never actually intended to rent a Solio van for the beach trip ,but given all its convenient accoutrements-especially at present-Nakamaru is now convinced that the interior designer must have thought I want to make the kind of vehicle that can handle KAT-TUN.
By said standards, it should be ideal and they should have been able to arrive at the private sandy shore with very little fuss barring the obligatory music stand-off. (Nakamaru was the driver; it simply wasn’t up for discussion-Taguchi, keep your iPod jack to yourself, or so help me, I will turn this car around!.)
It could have been ideal. Ueda was in the passenger seat next to him; Nakamaru had insisted. It didn’t mean anything. It was just that Ueda was the best person to ride with; he didn’t backseat drive, he didn’t fiddle with the a/c, and he wasn’t Taguchi.
“Do you mind?” snapped Kame from behind Nakamaru’s ( ... )
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...and that minute moment meant the ocean had swallowed him up because his breath halted. just putting that out there that it's my favorite line ever.
Hahaha so I'm just here to tell you that yes, I love your Maruda UST; how it seems like a thing neither of them need to say anything about, as it just is plus there's totally not-porn and that it's obviously not going on in the back seat of a rented SOLIO and that they all dutifully ignore it because it's not happening.
Yes, I love it. Thank you for writing this, yo <333
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Ah wait, what am I saying--NOTHING HAPPENED. There was no porn in this. I'm glad we agree.
lol i love that you loved it. thanks <3
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Porn, angst or fluff: porn that leads into fluff? :))
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AutoCorrect RefreshSometimes they have this conversation. It isn’t a private conversation, but it must be just them two. There’s no particular subject, but it’s his favourite thing to talk about. With time, they’ve both agreed that it bears its continuation during long meetings, car rides, and quiet waiting in the dressing rooms and that it must always be through mail. And the final rule is that no one else is meant to know they’re mailing each other ( ... )
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Nakamaru licked his lips, and looked up at the mirror where Ueda, still leaned back in his chair, but now he had this look fixed on Nakamaru; a keen and euphoric break, eyes bright like Nakamaru had answered his every prayer. It was so dead-set open that Nakamaru sucked in a breath he hadn’t exhaled yet.
He bent his head to his phone, thumbs playing over the keys in hesitant sweeps with everything in him practically singing tension and the rebirth of one basic wish.
He mailed Ueda back. [I’ve missed you so much]
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Because like KNJFGNKDJFBFGJVKFDBFJKCNBVKFJKBVLNKDLFNVC
i LOVE THIS IDEA. And ugh so much feels, why is it over already? /Greedy Alex
No really, I don'☼t even what to say, other than this is perfect because Ueda, still leaned back in his chair, but now he had this look fixed on Nakamaru; a keen and euphoric break, eyes bright like Nakamaru had answered his every prayer. It was so dead-set open that Nakamaru sucked in a breath he hadn’t exhaled yet.
UGH SHJKDJESHFKJDHVKJDVKJDFN
i WANT TO HUG Ueda for owning up to things after so long ;__;
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Also when I began this I totally didn't realise this was going to be the Maruda-with-a-history sort of trope, but I'm so pleased it worked out. Typos save lives, ok?
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It's just too many kinds of perfect that Nakamaru's text would autocorrect dubiously.
I loved how everything played out from Ueda stepping up to Nakamaru's last reply. Augh, so many feelings ;_______;
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I actually drew that autocorrect idea from a typo an old friend of mine made in describing her love for coke. The situation had to be done up for Nakamaru ofc.
augh i'm glad you loved it <3
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Good job on Nakamaru's autocorrect phone! xD And I love the way the story pans out, rather straight forward on each other's action :D
I enjoyed reading this, thanks!
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