Sing, Sing a Song
Title: 5 times Takaki sings inappropriate and/or corny songs and gets rejected + 1 time he actually sings a decent one and doesn't get rejected
Author: hotfruits
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Takaki-centric. TaDaiki. HSJ. Mexi!Koki.
Disclaimer: Nope.
Summary: Title says all, really.
Written for intoxiquefleur, not exactly as you requested but I hope you like it anyways :3
Warning: Justin Bieber reference.
One
When the radio station changed to a familiar, upbeat tune, Takaki grabbed Yabu’s hairbrush from his nightstand and jumped onto his bed, facing his amused friend. With a devious grin, he began rolling his hips, singing along to the radio, “Sexy lady, bring your body here.”
Takaki jumped off the bed, embracing Yabu in a provocative pose, “I’ve been watchin’ you, and I like the way you move,” he winked, “Let me make you numb!”
“Ew,” Yabu wrinkled his nose, laughing, “You remind me of Jin right now,” he said, pushing Takaki away, who fell onto Yabu’s bed, giggling.
Two
Sneaking quietly through the grass, Takaki set down the boom box he stole from his sister and grabbed a pebble. He closed one eye and focused on the window several feet above him, before chucking the pebble at the window. Within a minute, the lights turned on and Takaki grabbed his boom box and pressed play, holding it above his head. The window opened and a sleepy Inoo peeked through, confused.
“In your eyes, the light the heat; in your eyes, I am complete,” Takaki sang along, smiling widely at Inoo, dressed exactly like Lloyd Dobler in the classic movie, Say Anything.
“Bakaki,” Inoo called out, leaning out the window, “My favorite American 80’s movie is the Breakfast Club, not Say Anything. That’s Keito’s favorite,” Inoo rolled his eyes, closing his window and turning off the lights, no doubt going back to bed; or calling Yabu so they could make fun of Takaki together.
Takaki pouted, turning off the boom box and making his way back home, dreading the brutal teasing that was surely coming his way.
Three
Taking a seat behind Yuto in the van, Takaki smirked and leaned forward, folding his arms on the tops of the seats, starring directly at the back of Yuto’s head. He watched in amusement as the younger boy began to fidget, probably debating whether he should turn around and see what’s up, or continue facing forward in an attempt to be nonchalant.
Takaki leaned forward a little more, the seatbelt stretching to accommodate him, and he sang into Yuto’s ear, “You want my love, you want my heart, and we will never, ever ever be apart.”
Yuto turned around and smacked Takaki over the head, glaring angrily at him, “Never, EVER!” he shouted, his eyes twitching, “Sing that song, again.”
Takaki’s eyes widened and he quickly sat back in his chair, nodding rapidly. Yuto’s scary demeanor vanished as fast as it came, and he smiled, turning back around.
“It’s because of me he hates that song,” Chinen whispered into Takaki’s ear from behind him, causing him to jump as he faced Chinen, “See?” Chinen smiled and handed Takaki his iPod, a picture of Justin Bieber on the screen.
Four
“And so I said, that’s not a mailbox, that’s my Mom!” Hikaru laughed, clapping Keito on the back, who just smacked his forehead and sighed, opening the door to their practice room.
“But seriously,” Hikaru closed the door behind him, throwing his and Keito’s duffle bags onto the floor, “I think we should hang out this weekend, grab a bite to eat, catch a movie, ya know.”
Keito raised an eyebrow, “You’ve been hanging out with Akanishi again, haven’t you?”
Hikaru shrugged, smiling “innocently,” which just gave Keito a bigger headache. The music playing loudly in the corner didn’t help either.
“Wait,” Keito shook his head, walking further into the room, Hikaru following closely behind him. As they turned the corner, a bright and bubbly Takaki jumped out at them, dressed in an overly slutty school girl uniform.
“Kiss kiss fall in love!” he bounced, the skirt flying up and showing off his boxer briefs, “Maybe you're my love?” he smiled cheekily, holding up a peace sign.
Hikaru smiled back and clapped, before grabbing Takaki’s hands and dancing with him, singing along to the song. Keito however, slowly backed away in fear, before running out of the room, screaming for Yabumama.
Five
“I have a bad feeling about this,” Yamada tugged on Takaki’s sleeve, his eyes worried, “Can’t we just go steal Nishikido-kun’s pants or something?”
“No way,” Ryutaro laughed from Takaki’s other side, shaking his head, “This is gonna be good.”
“But-” Yamada started, but was interrupted by Ryutaro leaning over and pinching him, causing him to shriek and smack Ryutaro’s hand.
Rolling his eyes, Takaki stood outside of KAT-TUN’s dressing room, and began to sing in a loud, clear voice, “Besame, besame mucho, Como si fuera esta-”
“BITCH!” the door slammed opened and there stood Tanaka, glaring furiously at Takaki, “You’re dead!”
Takaki quickly ran off, Tanaka not too far behind him as Yamada pouted, while Ryutaro laughed, rolling on the floor.
+ One
Takaki flopped onto Daiki’s bed, groaning after the beat down Tanaka gave him. He gratefully accepted the ice packs Daiki gave him and placed them on his various bruises, hissing from the cold touch.
“That’s what you get,” Daiki chastised him, brushing back his hair, “Karma and all, for serenading guys that aren’t me.”
Takaki smiled despite his busted lip, grabbing Daiki’s hand and bringing it to his heart, singing quietly, “Do you believe in destiny, cause I can’t deny, baby you and I.”
Daiki blushed, giving Takaki’s hand a squeeze, “Okay, I forgive you.”
“That’s good, I don’t think I could handle any more bruises,” Takaki laughed, adjusting the icepack over his eye. Daiki laughed too and carefully laid down next to Takaki, snuggling close to his black and blue boyfriend.
Author: hotfruits
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Takaki-centric. TaDaiki. HSJ. Mexi!Koki.
Disclaimer: Nope.
Summary: Title says all, really.
Written for intoxiquefleur, not exactly as you requested but I hope you like it anyways :3
Warning: Justin Bieber reference.
One
When the radio station changed to a familiar, upbeat tune, Takaki grabbed Yabu’s hairbrush from his nightstand and jumped onto his bed, facing his amused friend. With a devious grin, he began rolling his hips, singing along to the radio, “Sexy lady, bring your body here.”
Takaki jumped off the bed, embracing Yabu in a provocative pose, “I’ve been watchin’ you, and I like the way you move,” he winked, “Let me make you numb!”
“Ew,” Yabu wrinkled his nose, laughing, “You remind me of Jin right now,” he said, pushing Takaki away, who fell onto Yabu’s bed, giggling.
Two
Sneaking quietly through the grass, Takaki set down the boom box he stole from his sister and grabbed a pebble. He closed one eye and focused on the window several feet above him, before chucking the pebble at the window. Within a minute, the lights turned on and Takaki grabbed his boom box and pressed play, holding it above his head. The window opened and a sleepy Inoo peeked through, confused.
“In your eyes, the light the heat; in your eyes, I am complete,” Takaki sang along, smiling widely at Inoo, dressed exactly like Lloyd Dobler in the classic movie, Say Anything.
“Bakaki,” Inoo called out, leaning out the window, “My favorite American 80’s movie is the Breakfast Club, not Say Anything. That’s Keito’s favorite,” Inoo rolled his eyes, closing his window and turning off the lights, no doubt going back to bed; or calling Yabu so they could make fun of Takaki together.
Takaki pouted, turning off the boom box and making his way back home, dreading the brutal teasing that was surely coming his way.
Three
Taking a seat behind Yuto in the van, Takaki smirked and leaned forward, folding his arms on the tops of the seats, starring directly at the back of Yuto’s head. He watched in amusement as the younger boy began to fidget, probably debating whether he should turn around and see what’s up, or continue facing forward in an attempt to be nonchalant.
Takaki leaned forward a little more, the seatbelt stretching to accommodate him, and he sang into Yuto’s ear, “You want my love, you want my heart, and we will never, ever ever be apart.”
Yuto turned around and smacked Takaki over the head, glaring angrily at him, “Never, EVER!” he shouted, his eyes twitching, “Sing that song, again.”
Takaki’s eyes widened and he quickly sat back in his chair, nodding rapidly. Yuto’s scary demeanor vanished as fast as it came, and he smiled, turning back around.
“It’s because of me he hates that song,” Chinen whispered into Takaki’s ear from behind him, causing him to jump as he faced Chinen, “See?” Chinen smiled and handed Takaki his iPod, a picture of Justin Bieber on the screen.
Four
“And so I said, that’s not a mailbox, that’s my Mom!” Hikaru laughed, clapping Keito on the back, who just smacked his forehead and sighed, opening the door to their practice room.
“But seriously,” Hikaru closed the door behind him, throwing his and Keito’s duffle bags onto the floor, “I think we should hang out this weekend, grab a bite to eat, catch a movie, ya know.”
Keito raised an eyebrow, “You’ve been hanging out with Akanishi again, haven’t you?”
Hikaru shrugged, smiling “innocently,” which just gave Keito a bigger headache. The music playing loudly in the corner didn’t help either.
“Wait,” Keito shook his head, walking further into the room, Hikaru following closely behind him. As they turned the corner, a bright and bubbly Takaki jumped out at them, dressed in an overly slutty school girl uniform.
“Kiss kiss fall in love!” he bounced, the skirt flying up and showing off his boxer briefs, “Maybe you're my love?” he smiled cheekily, holding up a peace sign.
Hikaru smiled back and clapped, before grabbing Takaki’s hands and dancing with him, singing along to the song. Keito however, slowly backed away in fear, before running out of the room, screaming for Yabumama.
Five
“I have a bad feeling about this,” Yamada tugged on Takaki’s sleeve, his eyes worried, “Can’t we just go steal Nishikido-kun’s pants or something?”
“No way,” Ryutaro laughed from Takaki’s other side, shaking his head, “This is gonna be good.”
“But-” Yamada started, but was interrupted by Ryutaro leaning over and pinching him, causing him to shriek and smack Ryutaro’s hand.
Rolling his eyes, Takaki stood outside of KAT-TUN’s dressing room, and began to sing in a loud, clear voice, “Besame, besame mucho, Como si fuera esta-”
“BITCH!” the door slammed opened and there stood Tanaka, glaring furiously at Takaki, “You’re dead!”
Takaki quickly ran off, Tanaka not too far behind him as Yamada pouted, while Ryutaro laughed, rolling on the floor.
+ One
Takaki flopped onto Daiki’s bed, groaning after the beat down Tanaka gave him. He gratefully accepted the ice packs Daiki gave him and placed them on his various bruises, hissing from the cold touch.
“That’s what you get,” Daiki chastised him, brushing back his hair, “Karma and all, for serenading guys that aren’t me.”
Takaki smiled despite his busted lip, grabbing Daiki’s hand and bringing it to his heart, singing quietly, “Do you believe in destiny, cause I can’t deny, baby you and I.”
Daiki blushed, giving Takaki’s hand a squeeze, “Okay, I forgive you.”
“That’s good, I don’t think I could handle any more bruises,” Takaki laughed, adjusting the icepack over his eye. Daiki laughed too and carefully laid down next to Takaki, snuggling close to his black and blue boyfriend.