drabble dump
A very random dump of drabbles, indeed.
Fairy godmother my- // Slight Ohgojima // Shokojo Seira episode 9 parody
Inspired by a short discussion on how Shida does not really seem right for the role of Seira (don’t bash me, I think she’s a great actress, the role just doesn’t suit her imo) but neither does Ohgo, and how I clearly cannot be in shoujo mangas because I’d sooner scream “PERVERT” than magic. Don't take this seriously, it's meant to be stupid, hence the word 'parody' :]
When Yuto was asleep only the cry of the dead could wake him up- shrieking coming from the adjoining room was close enough, apparently. The young servant was tumbling out of his bed, tangled in his covers, faster than Romi could start screaming for her ‘Suzuka-mama’ at the cries, his eyes wide in a panic as he attempted to untangle himself without collecting more bruises from the floor. Was she getting attacked? It seemed highly unlikely that someone would take the time to go after a maid without a penny to her name, living in the highest part of a seminary filled with other pretty, rich young ladies, but-
“YUTO!”
Slipping and sliding against the floor until he was upright on his feet, Yuto scrambled out of his shoddy bedroom and ran the two steps across the hallway to her own, nearly tackling himself through her door. “Suzuka, where’s the-“ He stopped, looked around, and finished in a more confused tone, “Attacker?”
Yuto had expected slashed bed sheets, blood, and some crazy ax-wielding maniac wrestling with a terrified Suzuka. Suzuka wouldn’t give up so easily, after all, but no amount of spunk and courage in the world could make up for the fact that she was a very tiny girl. What he hadn’t expected was beautiful white curtains and matching ribbons fluttering around the room, a perfectly decorated and heavenly comfortable looking bed with a table of food that put Onuma-san’s measly breakfasts to shame. Perplexed, Yuto suddenly noticed the toasty heat that filled the room, the most comforting heat he had felt in all of these winter months. This was not the room of a crime scene, and Yuto was very confused.
“Suzuka!” he gasped, eyes wide as he stepped in further to survey the now nicely decorated and comfortable attic room. “Suzuka, its-”
“Horrifying, I know!” “Beautiful!” they said at the same time, the latter comment coming from the boy who was now looking at her very strangely. Suzuka scowled at him. “Yuto, this isn’t good! Don’t you know what this means?”
“That… someone heard your wishes and decided to grant them?”
Suzuka looked absolutely disgusted with him. “No, it means there was a pervert in my bedroom!”
Yuto didn’t look so sure. Suzuka went on. “Someone, probably some old and ugly man with nothing better to do than prey on helpless, innocent little girls snuck into my bedroom and touched me. TOUCHED ME, Yuto! I was sleeping in that bed, and he just waltzed in and touched me and picked me up and changed the covers on my bed. HE TOUCHED ME, YUTO. Who knows what else he did! That food is probably poisoned, and there’s… probably a bomb in that heater or something!” Suzuka gasped, her own eyes going wide. “What if he’s still in here? What if he’s in the other girls rooms right now? Oh god Masami-san, I have to go help her!”
Yuto grabbed at Suzuka’s arm before she could run off, mostly out of consideration of her waking the entire seminary up and then getting yelled at, again, by the Director. Suzuka was bound to get another strike against her eventually, but not on his watch. “Suzuka, wait. Are you sure you don’t want to, uh, think more on the fairy godmother theory? I mean, this is everything you asked for, right? So it’s not wrong to think that someone really nice heard you and…”
“…” Suzuka gave him her flattest look, the “good lord you really DO need to get to high school” look, making Yuto shut up and look away in embarrassment. “Yuto, I know that I’m the princess, but I think you’re the one that needs to stop living in fairytales.”
Boys are stupid; // Shida/Ohgo friendship // Lets throw rocks at them.
Yeah I know this has no point.
“There have been worse kisses,” Suzuka offered helpfully, smiling sympathetically at her friends misfortune. She didn’t know the woes of drama-kisses herself, not yet, but she had heard enough horror stories about them from her classmates and co-stars and now Mirai herself, and she prayed that the only kissing she did in the future was on her own accord. She shifted on Mirai’s bed, changing the channel on her television screen so they were no longer watching Seira and Kaito lock lips in their awkward but somewhat endearing way. “And it’s not like it was your first kiss, so…”
“Oh shut up, it was terrible!” Mirai insisted, glaring at her and her luckiness to not have to go through this agony. Stupid girl got all the good roles, first a geisha and then a spy and then with Teppei, while she had to deal with being pregnant and evil, bitchy sisters and big-headed Yamada Ryosuke. And now this, of course- it wasn’t fair! “And they kept making us do it over and over. ‘Relax, Shida-san, just sit there and ignore the camera!’ I’d like to see them ignore a camera when it’s shoved into your face as another guy shoves his tongue down your throat!”
Suzuka giggled despite herself, which didn’t help matters at all and only succeeded in making Mirai glare at her more. “Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad. It was barely a peck. And Hayashi-kun’s nice and cute, isn’t he? Who would you rather do it with, Miura-kun?”
“Oh god no.” Mirai turned a bright shade of red, making Suzuka laugh even more and poke her pink cheeks playfully. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the older actor- in fact, it was quite the opposite, which was why she was becoming so embarrassed. It wasn’t a crush, more like admiration, and she did not want to be making out with the person she admired. She had been grateful that 14 sai no haha hadn’t required much more than hand-holding, and that there hadn’t been any kisses between her and Kamiki, Yamada, or Hongo. They were all nice guys, but any romantic feelings had ended when the cameras stopped rolling. “I don’t want to be kissing anyone, not on camera!”
Suzuka raised an eyebrow and grinned deviously. “So is there someone you want to be kissing off camera?”
Mirai groaned and smacked her with her penguin pillow.
Breathe you in // Hatter x Alice // Based off of SyFy’s Alice // “Do I need a reason to help a pretty girl in a very wet dress?”
I hate writing for new fandoms and I cannot live up to Hatter’s awesomeness. Fail.
He’d say that pretty girls in very wet dresses would be the downfall of him, as well as Oysters with a mind of their own and girls that faced men twice their sized without a glimpse of fear in their eyes but shied away at being a few (hundred, thousand) feet above ground. He’d say that, but even for Wonderland that was kind of far-fetched, and in the end it becomes hard to deny that it’s only Alice, pretty and wet Alice, that is his downfall. Alice that brings him in, tears him up, puts him back together again, wash, rinse, repeat. Alice, that he can’t leave alone.
He wants to ask Jack did she do this to you too, get under your skin and make you madder than a Hatter? They rub against each other in a deliciously right way that should be entirely wrong, bickering and arguing and she never does what he tells her to do! She’s absolutely infuriating sometimes, and he thinks he must be madder than he thought to not just dump her into the ocean and leave her there. He should have known from the moment that he learned her name that she would be trouble- nothing but chaos could be connected to Alice. Alice, it was a curse and blessing for Wonderland- all depending on who you asked, of course.
Hatter wasn’t sure which he would say.
Madness, stupidity- whatever it is, Hatter knows that he can never leave her alone, not after this. And after this he’ll never trust a pretty girl in a very wet dress again; Alice is more than enough to handle.
Heart’s call // Ohgojima // Prompt- i can hear the beating of your heart
Suzuka’s a bit on the short side, and Yuto is way taller than necessary. Together it means that Suzuka just barely reaches his chin, and even though Yuto says it’s cute she hates it. She hates how her short, stumpy legs look next to his long and gangly ones and hates how he has to bend over just to kiss her, or she has to stand up on tip toe to reach him. She hates that she can’t look him in the eye without craning her head back. And most of all, she hates that she looks completely ridiculous standing next to him, that she can hear other girls whispering about how someone tall and handsome like Yuto-kun deserves a girl with long, slender legs and a pretty face.
When she whines over her woes to him one day he frowns and says, “But I like my short, cute girlfriend,” as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Before she can open her mouth again his hand is on the back of her head and he’s pulling her close, close to his body and resting her snugly against her chest. He presses her ear against it, and her eyes widen. “See, you’re the only one that can hear this! Someone taller wouldn’t be able to reach it, right?”
Suzuka thinks her boyfriend is a bit clueless and over the top and kinda dumb sometimes, and she points out that she’s not that short and it doesn’t make things better, but she still ends up laughing over it and feeling happier. Because at least he was corny and over the top to tiny and petite her and not some model with mile long legs.
It was a long night // Ohgojima // Strong PG-13; they aren't kiddies in this one! // Prompt- tangled in the sheets
Suzuka’s cold when she wakes up.
She groans and scrunches her nose up, curling herself into a tight ball. She goes back and forth between the ideas of getting up to find something to warm her up, thus exposing herself to more of the icy cold room during her search, or conserving body heat and lying there until she has to get up or warmth comes back to her, whichever happens first. She isn’t too keen on lying in the cold like this forever, and somehow doubts that warmth will just magically seep into her- Suzuka sighs and sits up, grumbling to herself and wishing she had a fireplace.
When her eyes finally pry open she suddenly realizes why she is so cold.
The expensive, high quality bed sheets that she searched so hard for no longer sit on the bed properly, having been tangled, twisted, gripped, and pulled at the night before, remaining tangled and twisted around the two bare bodies on the bed but in no way that provides any semblance of warmth for them. The comforter is nowhere to be seen, which is disconcerting because she had assumed her partner had stolen and hogged it in the middle of the night. Instead, Yuto is lying there, still asleep but looking just as frozen as she feels.
Instead of looking horrifyingly embarrassed Suzuka is rather thoughtful, feeling thankful for her aversion to drinking to the point of embarrassing herself. Its what is letting her remember every exact, little detail of what had happened before she passed out. Huh. That was some night.
As Suzuka lies back down and decides to steal Yuto’s body heat instead of attempting to fix the bed sheets Yuto stirs, eyes fluttering open because of the movement next to him. Suzuka watches, a small smirk on her lips as his facial expressions go through everything she had been feeling minutes earlier -disgust, at being cold, confusion at her being so close to him, recognition, and then the embarrassment that she had skipped over- and ignores the sudden panicked look on his face to give him a kiss (innocent, after last night’s activities).
“Good morning,” she says brightly to a bashful face. “I’m cold.”
Fairy godmother my- // Slight Ohgojima // Shokojo Seira episode 9 parody
Inspired by a short discussion on how Shida does not really seem right for the role of Seira (don’t bash me, I think she’s a great actress, the role just doesn’t suit her imo) but neither does Ohgo, and how I clearly cannot be in shoujo mangas because I’d sooner scream “PERVERT” than magic. Don't take this seriously, it's meant to be stupid, hence the word 'parody' :]
When Yuto was asleep only the cry of the dead could wake him up- shrieking coming from the adjoining room was close enough, apparently. The young servant was tumbling out of his bed, tangled in his covers, faster than Romi could start screaming for her ‘Suzuka-mama’ at the cries, his eyes wide in a panic as he attempted to untangle himself without collecting more bruises from the floor. Was she getting attacked? It seemed highly unlikely that someone would take the time to go after a maid without a penny to her name, living in the highest part of a seminary filled with other pretty, rich young ladies, but-
“YUTO!”
Slipping and sliding against the floor until he was upright on his feet, Yuto scrambled out of his shoddy bedroom and ran the two steps across the hallway to her own, nearly tackling himself through her door. “Suzuka, where’s the-“ He stopped, looked around, and finished in a more confused tone, “Attacker?”
Yuto had expected slashed bed sheets, blood, and some crazy ax-wielding maniac wrestling with a terrified Suzuka. Suzuka wouldn’t give up so easily, after all, but no amount of spunk and courage in the world could make up for the fact that she was a very tiny girl. What he hadn’t expected was beautiful white curtains and matching ribbons fluttering around the room, a perfectly decorated and heavenly comfortable looking bed with a table of food that put Onuma-san’s measly breakfasts to shame. Perplexed, Yuto suddenly noticed the toasty heat that filled the room, the most comforting heat he had felt in all of these winter months. This was not the room of a crime scene, and Yuto was very confused.
“Suzuka!” he gasped, eyes wide as he stepped in further to survey the now nicely decorated and comfortable attic room. “Suzuka, its-”
“Horrifying, I know!” “Beautiful!” they said at the same time, the latter comment coming from the boy who was now looking at her very strangely. Suzuka scowled at him. “Yuto, this isn’t good! Don’t you know what this means?”
“That… someone heard your wishes and decided to grant them?”
Suzuka looked absolutely disgusted with him. “No, it means there was a pervert in my bedroom!”
Yuto didn’t look so sure. Suzuka went on. “Someone, probably some old and ugly man with nothing better to do than prey on helpless, innocent little girls snuck into my bedroom and touched me. TOUCHED ME, Yuto! I was sleeping in that bed, and he just waltzed in and touched me and picked me up and changed the covers on my bed. HE TOUCHED ME, YUTO. Who knows what else he did! That food is probably poisoned, and there’s… probably a bomb in that heater or something!” Suzuka gasped, her own eyes going wide. “What if he’s still in here? What if he’s in the other girls rooms right now? Oh god Masami-san, I have to go help her!”
Yuto grabbed at Suzuka’s arm before she could run off, mostly out of consideration of her waking the entire seminary up and then getting yelled at, again, by the Director. Suzuka was bound to get another strike against her eventually, but not on his watch. “Suzuka, wait. Are you sure you don’t want to, uh, think more on the fairy godmother theory? I mean, this is everything you asked for, right? So it’s not wrong to think that someone really nice heard you and…”
“…” Suzuka gave him her flattest look, the “good lord you really DO need to get to high school” look, making Yuto shut up and look away in embarrassment. “Yuto, I know that I’m the princess, but I think you’re the one that needs to stop living in fairytales.”
Boys are stupid; // Shida/Ohgo friendship // Lets throw rocks at them.
Yeah I know this has no point.
“There have been worse kisses,” Suzuka offered helpfully, smiling sympathetically at her friends misfortune. She didn’t know the woes of drama-kisses herself, not yet, but she had heard enough horror stories about them from her classmates and co-stars and now Mirai herself, and she prayed that the only kissing she did in the future was on her own accord. She shifted on Mirai’s bed, changing the channel on her television screen so they were no longer watching Seira and Kaito lock lips in their awkward but somewhat endearing way. “And it’s not like it was your first kiss, so…”
“Oh shut up, it was terrible!” Mirai insisted, glaring at her and her luckiness to not have to go through this agony. Stupid girl got all the good roles, first a geisha and then a spy and then with Teppei, while she had to deal with being pregnant and evil, bitchy sisters and big-headed Yamada Ryosuke. And now this, of course- it wasn’t fair! “And they kept making us do it over and over. ‘Relax, Shida-san, just sit there and ignore the camera!’ I’d like to see them ignore a camera when it’s shoved into your face as another guy shoves his tongue down your throat!”
Suzuka giggled despite herself, which didn’t help matters at all and only succeeded in making Mirai glare at her more. “Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad. It was barely a peck. And Hayashi-kun’s nice and cute, isn’t he? Who would you rather do it with, Miura-kun?”
“Oh god no.” Mirai turned a bright shade of red, making Suzuka laugh even more and poke her pink cheeks playfully. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the older actor- in fact, it was quite the opposite, which was why she was becoming so embarrassed. It wasn’t a crush, more like admiration, and she did not want to be making out with the person she admired. She had been grateful that 14 sai no haha hadn’t required much more than hand-holding, and that there hadn’t been any kisses between her and Kamiki, Yamada, or Hongo. They were all nice guys, but any romantic feelings had ended when the cameras stopped rolling. “I don’t want to be kissing anyone, not on camera!”
Suzuka raised an eyebrow and grinned deviously. “So is there someone you want to be kissing off camera?”
Mirai groaned and smacked her with her penguin pillow.
Breathe you in // Hatter x Alice // Based off of SyFy’s Alice // “Do I need a reason to help a pretty girl in a very wet dress?”
I hate writing for new fandoms and I cannot live up to Hatter’s awesomeness. Fail.
He’d say that pretty girls in very wet dresses would be the downfall of him, as well as Oysters with a mind of their own and girls that faced men twice their sized without a glimpse of fear in their eyes but shied away at being a few (hundred, thousand) feet above ground. He’d say that, but even for Wonderland that was kind of far-fetched, and in the end it becomes hard to deny that it’s only Alice, pretty and wet Alice, that is his downfall. Alice that brings him in, tears him up, puts him back together again, wash, rinse, repeat. Alice, that he can’t leave alone.
He wants to ask Jack did she do this to you too, get under your skin and make you madder than a Hatter? They rub against each other in a deliciously right way that should be entirely wrong, bickering and arguing and she never does what he tells her to do! She’s absolutely infuriating sometimes, and he thinks he must be madder than he thought to not just dump her into the ocean and leave her there. He should have known from the moment that he learned her name that she would be trouble- nothing but chaos could be connected to Alice. Alice, it was a curse and blessing for Wonderland- all depending on who you asked, of course.
Hatter wasn’t sure which he would say.
Madness, stupidity- whatever it is, Hatter knows that he can never leave her alone, not after this. And after this he’ll never trust a pretty girl in a very wet dress again; Alice is more than enough to handle.
Heart’s call // Ohgojima // Prompt- i can hear the beating of your heart
Suzuka’s a bit on the short side, and Yuto is way taller than necessary. Together it means that Suzuka just barely reaches his chin, and even though Yuto says it’s cute she hates it. She hates how her short, stumpy legs look next to his long and gangly ones and hates how he has to bend over just to kiss her, or she has to stand up on tip toe to reach him. She hates that she can’t look him in the eye without craning her head back. And most of all, she hates that she looks completely ridiculous standing next to him, that she can hear other girls whispering about how someone tall and handsome like Yuto-kun deserves a girl with long, slender legs and a pretty face.
When she whines over her woes to him one day he frowns and says, “But I like my short, cute girlfriend,” as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Before she can open her mouth again his hand is on the back of her head and he’s pulling her close, close to his body and resting her snugly against her chest. He presses her ear against it, and her eyes widen. “See, you’re the only one that can hear this! Someone taller wouldn’t be able to reach it, right?”
Suzuka thinks her boyfriend is a bit clueless and over the top and kinda dumb sometimes, and she points out that she’s not that short and it doesn’t make things better, but she still ends up laughing over it and feeling happier. Because at least he was corny and over the top to tiny and petite her and not some model with mile long legs.
It was a long night // Ohgojima // Strong PG-13; they aren't kiddies in this one! // Prompt- tangled in the sheets
Suzuka’s cold when she wakes up.
She groans and scrunches her nose up, curling herself into a tight ball. She goes back and forth between the ideas of getting up to find something to warm her up, thus exposing herself to more of the icy cold room during her search, or conserving body heat and lying there until she has to get up or warmth comes back to her, whichever happens first. She isn’t too keen on lying in the cold like this forever, and somehow doubts that warmth will just magically seep into her- Suzuka sighs and sits up, grumbling to herself and wishing she had a fireplace.
When her eyes finally pry open she suddenly realizes why she is so cold.
The expensive, high quality bed sheets that she searched so hard for no longer sit on the bed properly, having been tangled, twisted, gripped, and pulled at the night before, remaining tangled and twisted around the two bare bodies on the bed but in no way that provides any semblance of warmth for them. The comforter is nowhere to be seen, which is disconcerting because she had assumed her partner had stolen and hogged it in the middle of the night. Instead, Yuto is lying there, still asleep but looking just as frozen as she feels.
Instead of looking horrifyingly embarrassed Suzuka is rather thoughtful, feeling thankful for her aversion to drinking to the point of embarrassing herself. Its what is letting her remember every exact, little detail of what had happened before she passed out. Huh. That was some night.
As Suzuka lies back down and decides to steal Yuto’s body heat instead of attempting to fix the bed sheets Yuto stirs, eyes fluttering open because of the movement next to him. Suzuka watches, a small smirk on her lips as his facial expressions go through everything she had been feeling minutes earlier -disgust, at being cold, confusion at her being so close to him, recognition, and then the embarrassment that she had skipped over- and ignores the sudden panicked look on his face to give him a kiss (innocent, after last night’s activities).
“Good morning,” she says brightly to a bashful face. “I’m cold.”