hold me tight once more
Drabble Dump
Don’t
Jun/Nino
“No.”
“Jun-”
“Kazu,” Jun says, and feels the feeling of dread spreading through his mouth. “Ninomiya,” he corrects, and it rolls off his tongue so strangely, so unfamiliarly that Jun feels as though he’s bitten his tongue. Jun wants to see Nino’s insides contract and flinch with what can only be hurt, and the instant of regret that flashes through his stomach does nothing else to stop Jun’s words from aiming at Nino.
“Leave,” Jun says, and he would say more. If only his voice wouldn’t tremble when he talked. If only nothing had happened.
If only Nino wasn’t so good at deciphering Jun’s actions; Jun’s emotions.
“I won’t,” Nino says, and Jun feels achingly frustrated. It doesn’t help that Nino can see through every lie that Jun tells. It doesn’t help that Nino knows just where Jun is sensitive. It doesn’t help that only Nino could pierce him, deeper than anyone has ever before. He knows every single inch of Jun, knows how to irritate him, and knows that Jun is afraid of lies, and it doesn’t help.
It doesn’t help that Jun loves Nino so, so inevitably that it hurts, to the very core of his heart.
Jun has given up on using his voice, but he tries again anyway. “Leave,” he whispers.
Nino steps forward and closes his arms around Jun, hand reaching up to stroke his hair. “I won’t,” he says again, and while his voice is quiet, it is firm.
“Why?” Jun’s voice has given up on masking itself; there is a slight tinge of desperation, a yearning in Jun’s voice that the public has never heard and will never hear. “Why?”
“Because.” Nino’s answer is simple. “Because you don’t want me to. Because you need this right now.” Nino holds him tighter.
No, Jun thinks. I don’t.
In the closed off, small space that he has promised never to show anyone, Jun knows that Nino is right.
I hate you, Jun thinks, as he succumbs to Nino’s warm embrace, his warm hands, collapsing against the person that only understands him, at least for the very moment.
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want to bloom in your heart forever
Ohno/Nino for rikke_leonhart ♥
Sho’s rough, deep voice rang loud through the stadium as the drums thumped and the music played. The audience was deafening, cheers being heard from every direction. Sho shone from the stage, his clothes glittering with shine and sweat glistening off his skin.
“Tokyo!” he yelled, followed by more screaming, loud screaming, uchiwas everywhere and lights flickering beautifully in the dark sea of people.
Both Ohno and Nino heard none of it. Ohno’s hands were low on Nino’s back, and his lips were against Nino’s neck, with Nino breathing in and out quickly, hands tangled in Ohno’s short, crop hair. “Nino,” Ohno murmured, and Nino pressed urgently against Ohno, the two of them meshed, melded together in the small space that was provided backstage.
The hollow, beat of the drums echoed in Nino’s chest as he moved his lips against Ohno’s, fingers sliding under Ohno’s collar, feeling the warmth there, feeling the warmth crawl against his skin and making him shudder. It was beautiful warmth; Ohno was gentle. Ohno smelled like lots of things, Nino thought. Ohno was soft under his hands; Ohno was beautiful everywhere.
Sho’s solo finished all too soon, the music fading to nothing, the cheers erupting in a massive noise once more before Sho disappeared and the lights went out.
Ohno separated himself from Nino, licking his lips, disappointed that the moment needed to end so soon. Nino’s hand lingered, and then took Ohno’s hand, kissed it softly.
“Let’s go, Oh-chan.”
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what yama pair would be doing if they were paired for the haunted house --prompt by rikke_leonhart
Ohno/Sho
“I don’t want to do this,” was the first thing that came out of Sho’s mouth when they entered. The door was creaky, everything was quiet, and Ohno not talking made things even more creepy. At least if he was paired with Jun or something, Jun would be talking with him. Ohno didn’t seem to speak much in the previous sessions, and Sho was scared.
The two of them made their way down the hallway and up some stairs. Sho cowered behind Ohno and screamed appropriately at every incident.
“Satoshi-kun,” Sho whined.
“Calm down,” Ohno advised, and stumbled into one of the rooms.
The telephone rang. Sho screamed. Ohno patted his shoulder before picking the receiver up.
“Said to go down that way into the washroom,” Ohno told Sho, after the call had finished. Sho groaned. “Let’s go,” Ohno said, his left hand grabbing for Sho’s wrist. Sho followed reluctantly.
“I’m going to die,” Sho moaned.
“I’ll pray for you,” Ohno promised.
~
They reached the washroom not long after, but nothing was waiting for them, and they did not want to wait.
“What happens now?” Sho asked.
“Don’t know,” was the reply.
Sho felt something grab his ankle. Sho yelled, and jerked his leg away. It was only there for a few seconds, and it disappeared just as quickly. Ohno turned around, frowned.
“You need to stop screaming,” he remarked, and kissed Sho.
Sho froze. It only took him a moment to realize he wanted another.
Don’t
Jun/Nino
“No.”
“Jun-”
“Kazu,” Jun says, and feels the feeling of dread spreading through his mouth. “Ninomiya,” he corrects, and it rolls off his tongue so strangely, so unfamiliarly that Jun feels as though he’s bitten his tongue. Jun wants to see Nino’s insides contract and flinch with what can only be hurt, and the instant of regret that flashes through his stomach does nothing else to stop Jun’s words from aiming at Nino.
“Leave,” Jun says, and he would say more. If only his voice wouldn’t tremble when he talked. If only nothing had happened.
If only Nino wasn’t so good at deciphering Jun’s actions; Jun’s emotions.
“I won’t,” Nino says, and Jun feels achingly frustrated. It doesn’t help that Nino can see through every lie that Jun tells. It doesn’t help that Nino knows just where Jun is sensitive. It doesn’t help that only Nino could pierce him, deeper than anyone has ever before. He knows every single inch of Jun, knows how to irritate him, and knows that Jun is afraid of lies, and it doesn’t help.
It doesn’t help that Jun loves Nino so, so inevitably that it hurts, to the very core of his heart.
Jun has given up on using his voice, but he tries again anyway. “Leave,” he whispers.
Nino steps forward and closes his arms around Jun, hand reaching up to stroke his hair. “I won’t,” he says again, and while his voice is quiet, it is firm.
“Why?” Jun’s voice has given up on masking itself; there is a slight tinge of desperation, a yearning in Jun’s voice that the public has never heard and will never hear. “Why?”
“Because.” Nino’s answer is simple. “Because you don’t want me to. Because you need this right now.” Nino holds him tighter.
No, Jun thinks. I don’t.
In the closed off, small space that he has promised never to show anyone, Jun knows that Nino is right.
I hate you, Jun thinks, as he succumbs to Nino’s warm embrace, his warm hands, collapsing against the person that only understands him, at least for the very moment.
--
want to bloom in your heart forever
Ohno/Nino for rikke_leonhart ♥
Sho’s rough, deep voice rang loud through the stadium as the drums thumped and the music played. The audience was deafening, cheers being heard from every direction. Sho shone from the stage, his clothes glittering with shine and sweat glistening off his skin.
“Tokyo!” he yelled, followed by more screaming, loud screaming, uchiwas everywhere and lights flickering beautifully in the dark sea of people.
Both Ohno and Nino heard none of it. Ohno’s hands were low on Nino’s back, and his lips were against Nino’s neck, with Nino breathing in and out quickly, hands tangled in Ohno’s short, crop hair. “Nino,” Ohno murmured, and Nino pressed urgently against Ohno, the two of them meshed, melded together in the small space that was provided backstage.
The hollow, beat of the drums echoed in Nino’s chest as he moved his lips against Ohno’s, fingers sliding under Ohno’s collar, feeling the warmth there, feeling the warmth crawl against his skin and making him shudder. It was beautiful warmth; Ohno was gentle. Ohno smelled like lots of things, Nino thought. Ohno was soft under his hands; Ohno was beautiful everywhere.
Sho’s solo finished all too soon, the music fading to nothing, the cheers erupting in a massive noise once more before Sho disappeared and the lights went out.
Ohno separated himself from Nino, licking his lips, disappointed that the moment needed to end so soon. Nino’s hand lingered, and then took Ohno’s hand, kissed it softly.
“Let’s go, Oh-chan.”
--
what yama pair would be doing if they were paired for the haunted house --prompt by rikke_leonhart
Ohno/Sho
“I don’t want to do this,” was the first thing that came out of Sho’s mouth when they entered. The door was creaky, everything was quiet, and Ohno not talking made things even more creepy. At least if he was paired with Jun or something, Jun would be talking with him. Ohno didn’t seem to speak much in the previous sessions, and Sho was scared.
The two of them made their way down the hallway and up some stairs. Sho cowered behind Ohno and screamed appropriately at every incident.
“Satoshi-kun,” Sho whined.
“Calm down,” Ohno advised, and stumbled into one of the rooms.
The telephone rang. Sho screamed. Ohno patted his shoulder before picking the receiver up.
“Said to go down that way into the washroom,” Ohno told Sho, after the call had finished. Sho groaned. “Let’s go,” Ohno said, his left hand grabbing for Sho’s wrist. Sho followed reluctantly.
“I’m going to die,” Sho moaned.
“I’ll pray for you,” Ohno promised.
~
They reached the washroom not long after, but nothing was waiting for them, and they did not want to wait.
“What happens now?” Sho asked.
“Don’t know,” was the reply.
Sho felt something grab his ankle. Sho yelled, and jerked his leg away. It was only there for a few seconds, and it disappeared just as quickly. Ohno turned around, frowned.
“You need to stop screaming,” he remarked, and kissed Sho.
Sho froze. It only took him a moment to realize he wanted another.