requests batch 1 (aka wow wtf laura)
SIX months later and i have finished (most) of your requests /insert cheering noises here
azraqey ✖ tulips
notes: tulip in flower language means "declaration of love." and i secretly wish there would be more fic with these two
masami knew that nino wasn't the most romantic guy on earth. they have been going out for several weeks now and even though it was nino who did the asking out, there was no romance about it. no wooing, no coaxing, and no discernable love from masami's end. the line that he told her was still on her mind, and she didn't think that she'd forget it soon.
"masami-chan," nino said after filming has ended. the set was dim now, but his hazel eyes were bright. his hair was slightly tousled; his smile was crooked. masami was swooning inside. "let's go out."
in two heartbeats, masami had an answer.
in retrospect, maybe she should have waited, should have made him prove how much he wanted it, should have made him work for it. but the moment reminded her of how much she loved him, and she didn't mind settling for any of his attention. she was too insecure of herself then, too unsure that that moment can ever happen again. she did her part well as a girlfriend. she doted on him, cooked for him, reminded him to let go of his game consoles every once in a while, and for sure she kept him satisfied.
but even now, masami was insecure, and she had no clue how to go about it. should she approach the matter aggressively? passively? a mix of both? from where she was standing, acting aggressively was the reason why she was dallying in the first place, so maybe it was time to change tactics.
"you want to spend the night home?" nino got home a bit after eleven, and he immediately started snacking on the small platter of rice crackers masami had set earlier. "usually, you'd nag me to get out and party and all that noisy things that you want to do."
"i want to relax tonight," masami said simply, before she took a demure bite at her rice cracker.
"if you say so,"
minutes after that, nino has settled on the couch with his game console of choice (tonight it was his DS), while a few inches away, masami was calmly watching an old movie rerun. the minutes ticked away and nino was proudly beating the game in his hands (which can be deduced by the triumphant murmurs coming from his side of the couch). meanwhile, masami was sipping tea, her full attention to the actors on the screen (and now they were plotting someone's death). as minutes slowly gave way to an hour, nino kept glancing at masami. the movie was now reaching its end, cue in sappy music and scenes with sunsets. she seemed so engrossed in it, when nino knew for a fact that she hated sappy family movies.
"i thought you hated those movies," he said, not looking up from his game.
"this one's pretty good." she replied, without taking her eyes off the television.
"what's is about?" and then nino pressed an impressively long combo of buttons that etched a grin on his face.
"oh you wouldn't like it. you hate these kind of movies," she shrugged, grabbing for another rice cracker.
"but you said you liked this one."
"that doesn't mean you'd like it."
"that doesn't mean i won't either."
masami put down her pink mug--now half empty--and went to look at nino. nino put down his DS and met masami's gaze. they stare at each other, almost challenging each other to speak first. but neither of them looked ready to give in. not yet.
nino reached out and grabbed masami by her wrist, pulling her closer. she didn't struggle at all, and obeyed languidly. her caramel eyes warmed at the sight of nino's brows slightly furrowed, as if she were a puzzle he couldn't understand. masami smiled, but kept quiet.
"i love it when you play hard to get."
"but this is the first time i played hard to get," her smirk widened, making her feel as naughty and as smug as she looked.
"and i love it."
"by 'it,' do you mean me?" her dainty fingers traveled up nino's shirt, and then grabbed him by his collar. their faces were inches apart; masami was as excited as she was back when nino asked (ordered) her to go out. but she must remain hard to get. she should at least play her part properly until the end.
nino laughed, finally realizing her deal. he wound his hands around the silky strands of her chestnut brown hair on the base of her neck. he might as well humor her. she went through a lot for it; she deserved it. from the very beginning, she deserved all of it. nino pulled her closer, aligned his lips with hers, and just before their lips made contact, he said loud and clear:
"yeah, i love you."
--fin
holly_berri ✖ tweet tweet
notes: god this is so late. i wrote this around april.
kamenashi kazuya always received messages at three in the morning. more often than not, they came from akanishi jin. kame didn't know if they were intentional (jin waiting for three in the morning before sending a message--ridiculous, but not entirely implausible), or if there was just something about 3AM that reminded jin to send him mail. either way, kame didn't mind. he was wide awake during that time and jin's messages were more often than not entertaining (and not always in a good way).
today's message was quite short: "kamenashi! i got a twitter!"
twitter was a foreign word to kame. he's heard of it and had a vague idea how it worked, but he's never bothered with it. twitter sounded demanding, and quite high maintenance. but now here was jin, sounding like a technology-savvy person. kame knew jin, and if anything, he wasn't technology-savvy.
instead of replying, he went to check out jin's new twitter (which he had linked everywhere possible for kame to see). the entire timeline was pretty bare at the moment, but kame decides to give it time. maybe if jin didn't completely fail at it, kame could give it a try as well. maybe.
--
"can i fart?"
oh kame wasn't the english expert, but he knew basic english. he also knew people, people who knew english. and understanding jin's tweet gave kame conflicting emotions--one side telling him to just laugh at it, the other telling him to cover himself for jin's shame. he did quite a bit of both. he covered his face with his hands and sniggered.
--
by the time kame got around to reading "educate yourself," he just literally laughed out loud. jin's english was becoming better, obviously, but it was still rusty. by rusty, kame meant entertaining and by entertaining, kame meant hilarious.
kame decided to stay away from twitter. for now, anyway.
jin was having too much fun with it. and kame was having too much fun at jin's fun.
--fin
120795 ✖ cherries on top
notes: one of my biggest fetishes is when hibari is girl unf
summer--it was the hottest day hibari has ever experienced. she particularly disliked wearing feminine clothes, especially those that revealed too much skin, but now she was starting to regret it. the sun beat down harshly on her back; the pavement gave off the unbearable heat it couldn't absorb; hibari was getting annoyed.
in all honesty, she'd rather be inside her room, basking in the glorious coolness of her air conditioner. but due to a whimsical errand and the fact that she'd done nothing but annoy the people in the house--here she was, frying under the heat.
her oasis was in a form of a small, pink building. the sign outside screamed ice cream, and hibari watched as people exited the place with cool treats in their hands. the door made the bell ring as it was pushed open--the sound irked hibari, but she could let it pass. for now.
"hey there, what can i get you?"
hibari saw the guy at the counter. tall, lean, tanned and blonde--the type hibari disliked. he had a wide smile on, and while to others it may have looked welcoming, to hibari it was just annoying.
"a strawberry parfait." she told him.
"didn't see that one coming. i didn't think you'd want such a girl dessert." his laugh was easy and melodic. hibari watched as he prepared her parfait.
"i was thinking that that was expected, as i am a girl after all."
he dropped his ice cream scoop, along with his jaw. his nametag gleamed because of the sunlight and hibari caught his name.
dino.
"now, see... that. aren't you a pretty little thing."
hibari scowled, as he went to pick up the scoop but not his jaw.
"you better wash that before using it again."
"i--of course." he managed a weak grin. "take a seat, i'll bring it to you when it's done."
"you haven't asked me to pay you yet."
"oh," upon closer inspection, hibari noticed blue eyes. a foreigner? "i'm so sorry. yes, that would be 600 yen."
hibari set down the exact amount in coins, before turning to find a seat. she took one last look, to see the foreigner attend to the next customers. they were two teenage girls, dressed in tank tops and mini skirts. they giggled and he looked embarrassed. he was blushing. he was happy.
hibari took the seat farthest to the counter.
--
"here you go,"
the strawberry parfait looked perfect, up to the shiny cherry on top. the store was now half-empty, save for the foreigner, hibari and a sickeningly lovey-dovey couple by the corner booth. hibari took her parfait and muttered her thanks.
"sorry about that scene at the counter. i just didn't expect you to be a girl."
"i get that a lot."
"do you now? it's a shame since you have a pretty face--it's the clothes that are misleading."
"what--are you hitting on me now?"
"i was stating an observation," he smiled widely. hibari was tempted to do the same thing, but she stopped herself just in time. for one thing, she didn't have a reason to smile. instead of replying, she started to eat her parfait.
still, dino--if that was his real name--didn't leave. he actually took a seat, in his ice cream-stained apron, and started to hum a tune. with every note, hibari found herself getting more and more self conscious.
"do you--"
"aren't you supposed to be manning the counter?" hibari was frank, but this didn't seem to bother the cheerful blonde. if anything, he was delighted. "shouldn't you be getting back to work?"
"my shift ends in three... two... one. all right. now, i am officially allowed to sit here." he was grinning from ear to ear, and hibari frowned at him. "don't worry, my replacement's here."
without another word, hibari scooped some of her sweet treat and popped it in her mouth. the lack of response didn't seem to bother dino, and this further irritated hibari. there was something extremely annoying with a man who was happy all the time.
"is it good?"
"un."
"i added more strawberries for you as an apology."
"un."
"i hope they aren't too sour. it isn't their peak season after all."
"un."
"but the whipped cream is delicious. it's just right--compliments the strawberries' tartness right?"
"don't you ever run out of things to say?"
dino was startled, but he gave a shrug. hibari was now halfway through her parfait and by now, she could see dino's replacement (indeed) manning the counter. half a parfait later, hibari was itching to push this annoying man away. she was asked various questions of random categories--how would ice cream taste on the moon?--and dino didn't seem to be running out of them. it also bothered her that he greeted everyone else in the shop like they were old friends. it was getting on hibari's nerves.
"i dreamt of becoming a pirate, you know. but when i realized that there are no seas nearby, i gave up on it. but i did--"
"i'm leaving now."
"oh, all right. please come back again!"
hibari didn't reply, but she gave a small (almost indiscernible) bow and left. dino kept waving goodbye even after the door closed behind her. hibari sighed.
two steps later, she smiled.
and the next day, she came back.
--fin
azraqey ✖ tulips
notes: tulip in flower language means "declaration of love." and i secretly wish there would be more fic with these two
masami knew that nino wasn't the most romantic guy on earth. they have been going out for several weeks now and even though it was nino who did the asking out, there was no romance about it. no wooing, no coaxing, and no discernable love from masami's end. the line that he told her was still on her mind, and she didn't think that she'd forget it soon.
"masami-chan," nino said after filming has ended. the set was dim now, but his hazel eyes were bright. his hair was slightly tousled; his smile was crooked. masami was swooning inside. "let's go out."
in two heartbeats, masami had an answer.
in retrospect, maybe she should have waited, should have made him prove how much he wanted it, should have made him work for it. but the moment reminded her of how much she loved him, and she didn't mind settling for any of his attention. she was too insecure of herself then, too unsure that that moment can ever happen again. she did her part well as a girlfriend. she doted on him, cooked for him, reminded him to let go of his game consoles every once in a while, and for sure she kept him satisfied.
but even now, masami was insecure, and she had no clue how to go about it. should she approach the matter aggressively? passively? a mix of both? from where she was standing, acting aggressively was the reason why she was dallying in the first place, so maybe it was time to change tactics.
"you want to spend the night home?" nino got home a bit after eleven, and he immediately started snacking on the small platter of rice crackers masami had set earlier. "usually, you'd nag me to get out and party and all that noisy things that you want to do."
"i want to relax tonight," masami said simply, before she took a demure bite at her rice cracker.
"if you say so,"
minutes after that, nino has settled on the couch with his game console of choice (tonight it was his DS), while a few inches away, masami was calmly watching an old movie rerun. the minutes ticked away and nino was proudly beating the game in his hands (which can be deduced by the triumphant murmurs coming from his side of the couch). meanwhile, masami was sipping tea, her full attention to the actors on the screen (and now they were plotting someone's death). as minutes slowly gave way to an hour, nino kept glancing at masami. the movie was now reaching its end, cue in sappy music and scenes with sunsets. she seemed so engrossed in it, when nino knew for a fact that she hated sappy family movies.
"i thought you hated those movies," he said, not looking up from his game.
"this one's pretty good." she replied, without taking her eyes off the television.
"what's is about?" and then nino pressed an impressively long combo of buttons that etched a grin on his face.
"oh you wouldn't like it. you hate these kind of movies," she shrugged, grabbing for another rice cracker.
"but you said you liked this one."
"that doesn't mean you'd like it."
"that doesn't mean i won't either."
masami put down her pink mug--now half empty--and went to look at nino. nino put down his DS and met masami's gaze. they stare at each other, almost challenging each other to speak first. but neither of them looked ready to give in. not yet.
nino reached out and grabbed masami by her wrist, pulling her closer. she didn't struggle at all, and obeyed languidly. her caramel eyes warmed at the sight of nino's brows slightly furrowed, as if she were a puzzle he couldn't understand. masami smiled, but kept quiet.
"i love it when you play hard to get."
"but this is the first time i played hard to get," her smirk widened, making her feel as naughty and as smug as she looked.
"and i love it."
"by 'it,' do you mean me?" her dainty fingers traveled up nino's shirt, and then grabbed him by his collar. their faces were inches apart; masami was as excited as she was back when nino asked (ordered) her to go out. but she must remain hard to get. she should at least play her part properly until the end.
nino laughed, finally realizing her deal. he wound his hands around the silky strands of her chestnut brown hair on the base of her neck. he might as well humor her. she went through a lot for it; she deserved it. from the very beginning, she deserved all of it. nino pulled her closer, aligned his lips with hers, and just before their lips made contact, he said loud and clear:
"yeah, i love you."
--fin
holly_berri ✖ tweet tweet
notes: god this is so late. i wrote this around april.
kamenashi kazuya always received messages at three in the morning. more often than not, they came from akanishi jin. kame didn't know if they were intentional (jin waiting for three in the morning before sending a message--ridiculous, but not entirely implausible), or if there was just something about 3AM that reminded jin to send him mail. either way, kame didn't mind. he was wide awake during that time and jin's messages were more often than not entertaining (and not always in a good way).
today's message was quite short: "kamenashi! i got a twitter!"
twitter was a foreign word to kame. he's heard of it and had a vague idea how it worked, but he's never bothered with it. twitter sounded demanding, and quite high maintenance. but now here was jin, sounding like a technology-savvy person. kame knew jin, and if anything, he wasn't technology-savvy.
instead of replying, he went to check out jin's new twitter (which he had linked everywhere possible for kame to see). the entire timeline was pretty bare at the moment, but kame decides to give it time. maybe if jin didn't completely fail at it, kame could give it a try as well. maybe.
--
"can i fart?"
oh kame wasn't the english expert, but he knew basic english. he also knew people, people who knew english. and understanding jin's tweet gave kame conflicting emotions--one side telling him to just laugh at it, the other telling him to cover himself for jin's shame. he did quite a bit of both. he covered his face with his hands and sniggered.
--
by the time kame got around to reading "educate yourself," he just literally laughed out loud. jin's english was becoming better, obviously, but it was still rusty. by rusty, kame meant entertaining and by entertaining, kame meant hilarious.
kame decided to stay away from twitter. for now, anyway.
jin was having too much fun with it. and kame was having too much fun at jin's fun.
--fin
120795 ✖ cherries on top
notes: one of my biggest fetishes is when hibari is girl unf
summer--it was the hottest day hibari has ever experienced. she particularly disliked wearing feminine clothes, especially those that revealed too much skin, but now she was starting to regret it. the sun beat down harshly on her back; the pavement gave off the unbearable heat it couldn't absorb; hibari was getting annoyed.
in all honesty, she'd rather be inside her room, basking in the glorious coolness of her air conditioner. but due to a whimsical errand and the fact that she'd done nothing but annoy the people in the house--here she was, frying under the heat.
her oasis was in a form of a small, pink building. the sign outside screamed ice cream, and hibari watched as people exited the place with cool treats in their hands. the door made the bell ring as it was pushed open--the sound irked hibari, but she could let it pass. for now.
"hey there, what can i get you?"
hibari saw the guy at the counter. tall, lean, tanned and blonde--the type hibari disliked. he had a wide smile on, and while to others it may have looked welcoming, to hibari it was just annoying.
"a strawberry parfait." she told him.
"didn't see that one coming. i didn't think you'd want such a girl dessert." his laugh was easy and melodic. hibari watched as he prepared her parfait.
"i was thinking that that was expected, as i am a girl after all."
he dropped his ice cream scoop, along with his jaw. his nametag gleamed because of the sunlight and hibari caught his name.
dino.
"now, see... that. aren't you a pretty little thing."
hibari scowled, as he went to pick up the scoop but not his jaw.
"you better wash that before using it again."
"i--of course." he managed a weak grin. "take a seat, i'll bring it to you when it's done."
"you haven't asked me to pay you yet."
"oh," upon closer inspection, hibari noticed blue eyes. a foreigner? "i'm so sorry. yes, that would be 600 yen."
hibari set down the exact amount in coins, before turning to find a seat. she took one last look, to see the foreigner attend to the next customers. they were two teenage girls, dressed in tank tops and mini skirts. they giggled and he looked embarrassed. he was blushing. he was happy.
hibari took the seat farthest to the counter.
--
"here you go,"
the strawberry parfait looked perfect, up to the shiny cherry on top. the store was now half-empty, save for the foreigner, hibari and a sickeningly lovey-dovey couple by the corner booth. hibari took her parfait and muttered her thanks.
"sorry about that scene at the counter. i just didn't expect you to be a girl."
"i get that a lot."
"do you now? it's a shame since you have a pretty face--it's the clothes that are misleading."
"what--are you hitting on me now?"
"i was stating an observation," he smiled widely. hibari was tempted to do the same thing, but she stopped herself just in time. for one thing, she didn't have a reason to smile. instead of replying, she started to eat her parfait.
still, dino--if that was his real name--didn't leave. he actually took a seat, in his ice cream-stained apron, and started to hum a tune. with every note, hibari found herself getting more and more self conscious.
"do you--"
"aren't you supposed to be manning the counter?" hibari was frank, but this didn't seem to bother the cheerful blonde. if anything, he was delighted. "shouldn't you be getting back to work?"
"my shift ends in three... two... one. all right. now, i am officially allowed to sit here." he was grinning from ear to ear, and hibari frowned at him. "don't worry, my replacement's here."
without another word, hibari scooped some of her sweet treat and popped it in her mouth. the lack of response didn't seem to bother dino, and this further irritated hibari. there was something extremely annoying with a man who was happy all the time.
"is it good?"
"un."
"i added more strawberries for you as an apology."
"un."
"i hope they aren't too sour. it isn't their peak season after all."
"un."
"but the whipped cream is delicious. it's just right--compliments the strawberries' tartness right?"
"don't you ever run out of things to say?"
dino was startled, but he gave a shrug. hibari was now halfway through her parfait and by now, she could see dino's replacement (indeed) manning the counter. half a parfait later, hibari was itching to push this annoying man away. she was asked various questions of random categories--how would ice cream taste on the moon?--and dino didn't seem to be running out of them. it also bothered her that he greeted everyone else in the shop like they were old friends. it was getting on hibari's nerves.
"i dreamt of becoming a pirate, you know. but when i realized that there are no seas nearby, i gave up on it. but i did--"
"i'm leaving now."
"oh, all right. please come back again!"
hibari didn't reply, but she gave a small (almost indiscernible) bow and left. dino kept waving goodbye even after the door closed behind her. hibari sighed.
two steps later, she smiled.
and the next day, she came back.
--fin