Three Drabbles: Sorato, RL, Seth/Anna
I am here, celebrating for the nice fact that I have recently gotten an A+ on our latest Foreign Language test. Here are my self-presents.
Three drabbles. Three different drabble moods. Three different fandoms. And I'm starting to feel like a movie trailer.
Title: Food
Fandom: Digimon
Pairing: Sorato
Genre: Humor/Romance
"So Yamato dear, is it nice?"
This was one of the downsides of being labeled in a Japanese teen magazine as one of the "Hottest Singers Who Can Cook" with a full heart description on how his favorite food was Ebi Temaki, which he hardly ate at all anyway.
"I cooked it myself."
Did all his fans have to decide that the only way to get him to notice them was to continuously try to serve him food poisoning? He was going to die before the day was done. His obituary title? "Vocalist Killed By Food From Fan."
"It's um-" chew, munch, try not to spit it out- "nothing like I've ever tasted before."
"I know." Kimiko fluttered her eyelashes. Yamato wished they'd get stuck that way. "Much better than what Takenouchi makes, I'm sure."
Though Sora didn't even cook, the blonde resisted the urge to run to his girlfriend's house and demand she cook him a five course meal. Oh, and that she should barricade the doors in case some unwanted visitors might come and steal all the food (coughTaichicough).
Chew. Much. Do not spit out.
"Yamato, this ebi temaki is actually quite nice. I don't know why you told me you hated it so much. Why, you practically insisted that I cook all that burnt Teriyaki for you."
"What? Sora, that thing was completely tasteless! I much preferred that Teriyaki. Really, you're a great cook."
"If you say so Yamato. But Kimiko's cooking is fantastic!"
"I couldn't taste a thing."
"Oh? I think I get it."
"Get what?"
"Well, women are always saying the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. And. Well. I've already stolen yours. Your heart I mean, not your stomach."
There is nothing more satisying to the taste buds than love. And chocolate.
Not my best, but *shrug* I had mucho fun.
Title: You Forgive Me, And I'll Bury You Into The Ground
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lavendar/Ron
Genre: Angst/Romance
In her third year through fourth, Lavendar gets this nasty habit of breaking people's hearts. She doesn't necessarily mean to, but it's simply one of those things that a person just can't help. Not that she hasn't actually tried. Lavendar is addicted to habits because that is how all normal people feel and Lavendar is so normal and superficial it's quite a stereotype.
Dean was her first boyfriend. More accurately, her first fling (it goes vice versa for him too. Lavendar is a first for everyone). No one has never known this though, because she is careful and is so meticulous with the things that actually matter. They kiss for two weeks, he sheds a tear for three, and at the end of the second month she has finished her first cycle. Dean will still have Parvati though, so no big loss. And Lavendar waits for fourth year when Seamus will ask her to the Yule Ball.
Of course Seamus does. Does it with a passive, "Hey Lavendar you want to come with me to the ball?" and in an I-Honestly-Don't-Care-But-It's-The-Predictable-Thing-To-Do voice, but Lavendar says yes anyway. Says yes like she cares. They dance the night away, one of those nameless couples who everyone will giggle about for two days then move on.
(Ron stared at Hermione the whole night.)
Lavendar and Seamus break up the next day and lasted nowhere near as long as Dean and her did, which probably surprised Dean because he was a firm believer in the Seamus/Lavendar soulmate thing going on. Nonetheless, they break up because Seamus makes Lavendar too happy, but she just tells everyone who is within hearing range that Seamus was just "wasn't manly enough girls."
It crashes onto her then, how bad her habit truly is. So Lavendar sets out to destroy her habit, because as fun as it was while it lasted, she will get tired of it, and better to start early then late. The most brilliant thing is that everything is already set out for Lavendar, and all she needs is the perfect guy. Ron finds his way to her in sixth year.
In every plan, there is one complication. That complication was Ron Weasley. A complication that Lavendar was not planning, did not expect at all, because she thought her heart would be broken enough that she in turn would stop breaking boy's hearts because Ron is so gaga over Hermione and that is the Way Things Should Be. Well, the plan actually did work, because one can only take so much "Won-Won."
It was the war. It was that stupid, stupid war.
Lavendar has never loved Harry as much as she has at the end of 7th year (well, not really seventh year at all, since Hogwarts was closed at that time), when Harry eventually killed all those silly horocruxes and the Dark Lord. Just, just why did Ron have to approach her after the war was finished? He came to her house, where she was as prim and proper in a little white dress, and he was bloody as the dead, with his clothes splattered with mud. Mother would not have approved, has she not died at the hand of Nott.
"Hi Lavendar."
She already knows what he is going to say. Lavendar, this war was nothing like I expected. You know, as a kid I dreamed of being the hero, saving everyone, and getting the glory? I-I-I've never felt so sad for Harry. He lost a finger in that war Lavendar. This war has changed us Lavendar. Its changed me.
Ron says that. Goddamnit, Ron actually says all that. But after he says that he touches Lavendar's blemishless shoulder, and makers her look at him. Another nasty habit of Lavendar. She cannot resist blue eyes. Especially when they're saying that they don't want to settle with a Know-It-All that everyone else expected, that maybe they could have had something, and that maybe he can make her happy. No, not happy. Whole.
In the end, it is really the selfish little bitches who win in the end. So Lavendar spends the rest of her life trying not to finish the cycle, and in the end, she succeeds.
There is no CLEAR Hermione bashing, so I really won't say anything about that. Except this was a total mess. And stuff.
Title: Hold Fast
Fandom: O.C.
Pairing: Seth/Anna
Genre: Humor
"When one starts a sentence, they usually sit at their desk, keep their paper straight, lean their pencil to the left or right, depending on which hand they use, and slowly moves the pencil across the paper."
Seth blinked, feeling that this was one of those moments when it was just impossible to understand another human being. Namely Anna. "What?"
And there it is. That oh so familiar, Seth-You-Are-Impossible-Slash-An-Idiot look that everyone gives him. At least now they're treading on familiar territory. "Seth, when you handwrite a paper, you do it standing up, or when you sit down you start bobbing your head, your paper is always aligned diagonally, your pencil is straight up, and your hand moves like you ate coffee for breakfast."
"Ah. But it helps me Anna. With my writing and all that jazz."
"...How does it help?"
Seth grins, and did he just purr? "Well. I kiss like I write. And I'm obviously good with kissing."
"Ngh." Anna gulped, and tried to keep her hands from shaking. "What?"
"Well. I kissing standing up, or have to move my head if I'm sitting, I always tilt my head somewhat diagnally, I have to be straight up, and. I'm a very fast kisser. Want me to show you?"
Anna was now giving him the Deer-In-The-Headlights look. "Um. Where's Summer? Aren't you supposed to be, like, crushing on her or something?" She didn't mean to speak Valley Girl, it just popped out. It wasn't every day that Seth Cohen came onto you. And actually having the upper hand? Legendary.
Seth tells her quite nonchalantly. "I told her that I thought all the make-up people should stop creating new flavors of lipstick since we already have over 200 already and she blew up at me. So now I'm here trying to seduce you."
"Wha-er-um-why?"
"Well. Do you wear lipstick?"
"Chapstick."
Seth licked his lips, and no of course Anna didn't stare at them. "Good enough for me."
The next day, Anna took several snapshots of Seth writing, got rid of all the lipstick she might have had lying around, and told Summer that Seth "kisses like he writes a sex scene."
Yay. Finished. I feel ever so accomplished.
Three drabbles. Three different drabble moods. Three different fandoms. And I'm starting to feel like a movie trailer.
Title: Food
Fandom: Digimon
Pairing: Sorato
Genre: Humor/Romance
"So Yamato dear, is it nice?"
This was one of the downsides of being labeled in a Japanese teen magazine as one of the "Hottest Singers Who Can Cook" with a full heart description on how his favorite food was Ebi Temaki, which he hardly ate at all anyway.
"I cooked it myself."
Did all his fans have to decide that the only way to get him to notice them was to continuously try to serve him food poisoning? He was going to die before the day was done. His obituary title? "Vocalist Killed By Food From Fan."
"It's um-" chew, munch, try not to spit it out- "nothing like I've ever tasted before."
"I know." Kimiko fluttered her eyelashes. Yamato wished they'd get stuck that way. "Much better than what Takenouchi makes, I'm sure."
Though Sora didn't even cook, the blonde resisted the urge to run to his girlfriend's house and demand she cook him a five course meal. Oh, and that she should barricade the doors in case some unwanted visitors might come and steal all the food (coughTaichicough).
Chew. Much. Do not spit out.
"Yamato, this ebi temaki is actually quite nice. I don't know why you told me you hated it so much. Why, you practically insisted that I cook all that burnt Teriyaki for you."
"What? Sora, that thing was completely tasteless! I much preferred that Teriyaki. Really, you're a great cook."
"If you say so Yamato. But Kimiko's cooking is fantastic!"
"I couldn't taste a thing."
"Oh? I think I get it."
"Get what?"
"Well, women are always saying the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. And. Well. I've already stolen yours. Your heart I mean, not your stomach."
There is nothing more satisying to the taste buds than love. And chocolate.
Not my best, but *shrug* I had mucho fun.
Title: You Forgive Me, And I'll Bury You Into The Ground
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lavendar/Ron
Genre: Angst/Romance
In her third year through fourth, Lavendar gets this nasty habit of breaking people's hearts. She doesn't necessarily mean to, but it's simply one of those things that a person just can't help. Not that she hasn't actually tried. Lavendar is addicted to habits because that is how all normal people feel and Lavendar is so normal and superficial it's quite a stereotype.
Dean was her first boyfriend. More accurately, her first fling (it goes vice versa for him too. Lavendar is a first for everyone). No one has never known this though, because she is careful and is so meticulous with the things that actually matter. They kiss for two weeks, he sheds a tear for three, and at the end of the second month she has finished her first cycle. Dean will still have Parvati though, so no big loss. And Lavendar waits for fourth year when Seamus will ask her to the Yule Ball.
Of course Seamus does. Does it with a passive, "Hey Lavendar you want to come with me to the ball?" and in an I-Honestly-Don't-Care-But-It's-The-Predictable-Thing-To-Do voice, but Lavendar says yes anyway. Says yes like she cares. They dance the night away, one of those nameless couples who everyone will giggle about for two days then move on.
(Ron stared at Hermione the whole night.)
Lavendar and Seamus break up the next day and lasted nowhere near as long as Dean and her did, which probably surprised Dean because he was a firm believer in the Seamus/Lavendar soulmate thing going on. Nonetheless, they break up because Seamus makes Lavendar too happy, but she just tells everyone who is within hearing range that Seamus was just "wasn't manly enough girls."
It crashes onto her then, how bad her habit truly is. So Lavendar sets out to destroy her habit, because as fun as it was while it lasted, she will get tired of it, and better to start early then late. The most brilliant thing is that everything is already set out for Lavendar, and all she needs is the perfect guy. Ron finds his way to her in sixth year.
In every plan, there is one complication. That complication was Ron Weasley. A complication that Lavendar was not planning, did not expect at all, because she thought her heart would be broken enough that she in turn would stop breaking boy's hearts because Ron is so gaga over Hermione and that is the Way Things Should Be. Well, the plan actually did work, because one can only take so much "Won-Won."
It was the war. It was that stupid, stupid war.
Lavendar has never loved Harry as much as she has at the end of 7th year (well, not really seventh year at all, since Hogwarts was closed at that time), when Harry eventually killed all those silly horocruxes and the Dark Lord. Just, just why did Ron have to approach her after the war was finished? He came to her house, where she was as prim and proper in a little white dress, and he was bloody as the dead, with his clothes splattered with mud. Mother would not have approved, has she not died at the hand of Nott.
"Hi Lavendar."
She already knows what he is going to say. Lavendar, this war was nothing like I expected. You know, as a kid I dreamed of being the hero, saving everyone, and getting the glory? I-I-I've never felt so sad for Harry. He lost a finger in that war Lavendar. This war has changed us Lavendar. Its changed me.
Ron says that. Goddamnit, Ron actually says all that. But after he says that he touches Lavendar's blemishless shoulder, and makers her look at him. Another nasty habit of Lavendar. She cannot resist blue eyes. Especially when they're saying that they don't want to settle with a Know-It-All that everyone else expected, that maybe they could have had something, and that maybe he can make her happy. No, not happy. Whole.
In the end, it is really the selfish little bitches who win in the end. So Lavendar spends the rest of her life trying not to finish the cycle, and in the end, she succeeds.
There is no CLEAR Hermione bashing, so I really won't say anything about that. Except this was a total mess. And stuff.
Title: Hold Fast
Fandom: O.C.
Pairing: Seth/Anna
Genre: Humor
"When one starts a sentence, they usually sit at their desk, keep their paper straight, lean their pencil to the left or right, depending on which hand they use, and slowly moves the pencil across the paper."
Seth blinked, feeling that this was one of those moments when it was just impossible to understand another human being. Namely Anna. "What?"
And there it is. That oh so familiar, Seth-You-Are-Impossible-Slash-An-Idiot look that everyone gives him. At least now they're treading on familiar territory. "Seth, when you handwrite a paper, you do it standing up, or when you sit down you start bobbing your head, your paper is always aligned diagonally, your pencil is straight up, and your hand moves like you ate coffee for breakfast."
"Ah. But it helps me Anna. With my writing and all that jazz."
"...How does it help?"
Seth grins, and did he just purr? "Well. I kiss like I write. And I'm obviously good with kissing."
"Ngh." Anna gulped, and tried to keep her hands from shaking. "What?"
"Well. I kissing standing up, or have to move my head if I'm sitting, I always tilt my head somewhat diagnally, I have to be straight up, and. I'm a very fast kisser. Want me to show you?"
Anna was now giving him the Deer-In-The-Headlights look. "Um. Where's Summer? Aren't you supposed to be, like, crushing on her or something?" She didn't mean to speak Valley Girl, it just popped out. It wasn't every day that Seth Cohen came onto you. And actually having the upper hand? Legendary.
Seth tells her quite nonchalantly. "I told her that I thought all the make-up people should stop creating new flavors of lipstick since we already have over 200 already and she blew up at me. So now I'm here trying to seduce you."
"Wha-er-um-why?"
"Well. Do you wear lipstick?"
"Chapstick."
Seth licked his lips, and no of course Anna didn't stare at them. "Good enough for me."
The next day, Anna took several snapshots of Seth writing, got rid of all the lipstick she might have had lying around, and told Summer that Seth "kisses like he writes a sex scene."
Yay. Finished. I feel ever so accomplished.