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27 March 2011 @ 08:56 pm
.015 - Drabbles {Kanjani8, ViViD, SCREW, Super Junior}  
From prompts given to me on Twitter so I wouldn't be bored for something that ended up not giving me a moment of time to myself, lol. But I wrote some of them anyway.

Disclaimer: I've written most of these hopped up on pain meds for my extra sprained with a side of sprain ankle. There might be (is) fail.

girlearthless - [Kanjani8] Yoko/Yasu // butterfly kisses // PG

“No,” Yoko protests as he backs away. “Wait until Subaru gets back. He’d be more than happy to help.” There’s just something moderately terrifying about the concept of being a test subject.

“It will be over in two seconds,” Yasu pouts for effect as he matches Yoko step for step. “They’re just fake lashes.”

They’re not just anything. These are rhinestoned be-feathered monstrosities that make Yasu’s eyes look as though they’re expanding across his face, like Gollum or one of the troll figurines that were so popular in the nineties.

“I still don’t understand why you can’t do it without.” Yoko cringes as his back hits a wall.

“Because mine are way too short. Just hold still.”

Hands press against his shoulders, and Yasu rises on his toes to flutter the eyelashes against Yoko’s jaw. His lips must be parted, for Yoko can feel soft beats of warmth against his throat.

“Well?” The word brushes his skin softly.

“Well?” Yoko dumbly echoes. The pressure of Yasu’s hands is light, but Yoko couldn’t move away from them if his life depended on it.

Laughter is a rhythm of heat on his neck, and the eyelashes tickle him again. “How do they feel?”

“Scratchy,” Yoko says, “except for the feather at the end.”

“No way,” Yasu cries in dismay, pulling back. “I tested them on myself!”

“Fingers can’t move at the same speed as your eyelids,” Yoko retorts, proud of himself for his quick thinking. “You’ll never know how it feels.”

A sweet, irresistible smile curves the shorter man’s lips. “I can if you wear them.”


girlearthless - [Kanjani8] Yasu/Ryo // turning corners // PG13

Sometimes love comes easily, too easily, as quick as it takes to turn a page, the new infatuation covering the old. It happens in the time it takes to feel the hard press of a chest against his own, to feel strong hands grip his hips to steady him.

“Sorry, wasn’t watching where I was going,” Ryo says, voice thin from lack of air, because it is suddenly difficult to take a breath.

“No harm done,” Yasu cheerfully replies, and keeps walking, disappearing from Ryo’s sight as he turns the corner.

The words on the page begin to come into focus. Ryo struggles with the urge to peer around the edge of the wall and watch Yasu like a lovesick fool, to observe the details that he’s always passed over before. The exposition of a new story has only just begun.


liangzhu - [SCREW/ViViD] Kazuki/Ryouga, implied SCREW/Ryouga, Reno/Ryouga // Ryouga’s hard hard life // PG13
[Note: based primarily off a Kazuki blog entry in which he and Ryouga are together in a room of “lots of laughs” and a few of Ryouga’s from last summer in which he stole Byou’s SCREW bandana]

“It’s just for the night,” Kazuki assures Reno with a smile that would only ease the fears of children, who couldn’t be expected to read the baring of teeth correctly.

“And you said no permanent damage?” Ryouga can’t believe that Reno actually appears to be thinking it over. It must be a front. Surely his leader would never sell him out. “And no temporary damage that will interfere with his performance onstage?” Reno asks sharply.

“None at all,” Kazuki grins, and his teeth suddenly look far sharper than they had a moment ago.

“Don’t I get a say in this?” His voice is a growl, which pleases Ryouga. Maybe he can intimidate the guitarist into changing his mind. He ignores the voice in his head that says it’s wishful thinking.

“Do you want to refuse our senpai?” Reno asks him, though he doesn’t look reluctant to refuse them at all. He looks just a little too amused by this--resigned, but amused.

“Do they really count as senpai now that we’ve had our major debut?” Ryouga knows that it’s based on experience, not on how far they’ve come, but seriously, the debut should at least put them on somewhat equal footing, especially with Kazuki, since they’re nearly the same age anyway.

“Why don’t you ask Byou and Jin that?” Kazuki returns just as pleasantly.

“This is amusing you, isn’t it?” Ryouga ignores the intruder and turns on Reno. “You’re enjoying my pain. You’re the worst leader ever.” Ryouga really wants to add a kick to that, but he refrains.

“You know, there’s always room for one more if you’d like to participate,” Kazuki invites Reno. “I’m sure there’s a lot we could teach you about disci--leading your band.”

The blond guitarist looks equal parts intrigued and fearful over what his position as “student” would entail, but shakes his head. “I have my own style.”

“What if I just give the bandana back to Byou?” Ryouga asks desperately. “I have it--I could just give it to him--” getting within arm’s reach of the vocalist is probably a bad idea ”--or to you, I have it in my guitar case, I’ll give it to you and--”

“Are you afraid?” Kazuki smirks.

Shit. Well. Goddammit and fuck. Maybe his pride could take the hit. He could say yes and be absolved and maybe all of the senpai would know he was a chickenshit, but he would have successfully escaped whatever SCREW had planned and that, really, was the important thing.

“No,” Ryouga mutters, and he freezes. That hadn’t been what he had meant to say. He’d meant to say yes and then run for the fucking hills. He doubted they’d put the effort into chasing him; they’d probably just entertain themselves with someone else until his return, and then he’d really pay for it.

“Well then,” the leader of SCREW beams and takes Ryouga’s limp hand, tugging on it as he walks towards the door. “There’s no reason to stay here bothering poor Reno, is there? We’ll have lots of laughs tonight~.”


yuuana - [ViViD] Reno/Ryouga // why are you crying // PG
Note: There are no tears of emo manpain in this, because I don't write that. There are tears of regular manpain, because I hit him where it hurts. Right in the 'nads.

Wearing a mask is mostly useless for combating Tokyo’s allergy season. Ryouga sniffs again and rubs his watery, itchy eyes.

“Are you crying?” IV asks.

“Allergies,” Ryouga returns in his best congested growl. Of course the little twerp is disgustingly healthy and cheerful today.


He hadn’t brought an umbrella, and of course the skies decide to take a giant dump on him when he’s nowhere near shelter or a store.

“The weather got you down?” Ko-ki grins as water drips from Ryouga’s bangs to his eyes, running down his cheeks like tears.

“Fuck off,” he snarls.


It was IV’s fault. The bassist slammed the door open, and it startled Ryouga into jumping and landing off-balance, and in an attempt to protect his guitar, he fell awkwardly and painfully, straddling his guitar case, which has just mashed his balls to his crotch.

“Are you okay?” Shin asks, wincing in sympathy as Ryouga gasps through pain and the beginnings of tears.

“Stupid . . . fucking . . . question, “ the guitarist wheezes.


“Don’t say a fucking word,” Ryouga takes another drag off his third calming cigarette.

“Bad week, huh.” Reno lights up next to him.

“Fucking karma,” is Ryouga’s sullen reply. He crushes the stub and pulls out a fourth. His lungs feel like they’re filled with tar, but it’s an excuse to stay out here longer, so he’ll take it.

“Want to go out and drunk-dial everyone at ridiculous hours of the night?”

“You can get away with that because you’re leader.” Ryouga chuckles dryly, but isn’t amused.

“You’re the only one I do it to.” His lips curve in a smile that he covers under the guise of taking a drag. Ryouga wishes he could see Reno’s lips close around the end of the cigarette.

“Oh,” he says, not really listening, and Reno turns to look at him steadily, waiting for the words to sink in through his dim brain. “Oh.

“So. Want to go out for drinks tonight? My treat.”

As he walks with Reno to the bar, Ryouga wonders how much it would cost in both money and humiliation to get IV and Ko-ki to pull of something that would make him cry again for real.


Random generator, maybe? - [Super Junior] Donghae/Kyuhyun // what's a round of mono among friends? // PG

“Come on.”


“You know you want to.”

“If I lose this level because of you, I will kill you in your sleep, resurrect you, and kill you again.”

“We’d never lose. It’s us. You’re just grouchy because you haven’t had any.”


“I already gave it to Eeteuk and 'Hyuk, you know you’re going to end up with it one way or another.”

“….Fuck.” Kyuhyun sighs and leans over, helping himself to a spoonful of Donghae’s ice cream with Donghae’s mono-infested spoon.

“See, it’s all better isn’t it?” Donghae beams.

Kyuhyun vehemently disagrees weeks later when the flu symptoms start.


ky_rin - [Super Junior] Shiwon/Sungmin // the quiet ones // PG13
[Note: AU]

It’s a filthy habit that he picked up from Heechul, but Sungmin occasionally indulges anyway. His lips purse around the cigarette as he eyes the young man on the other side of the window speculatively. It’s the fourth time this week he’s been in the coffee shop, sitting next to the window, hardly moving when the rest of the customers fidget, gesture to their friends, lean closer or further away from laptops and textbooks. In a sea of motion and chatter, the young man is still and quiet.

The quiet ones don’t know it, but they scream to get out. Their unintentional stifling of their self-expression forces it to manifest in other ways, most often in bed, or so it’s been in Sungmin’s experience--granted, he hasn’t really looked for manifestations elsewhere, but that’s not the point.

The point is that the young man in the window is tall and good-looking in a brooding sort of way, and Sungmin wants to get him in bed yesterday. So he stands on his tiny excuse for a balcony and watches through cigarette smoke and sunglasses, waiting for the right moment.

Sungmin can be quiet, too.


girlearthless - [Super Junior] TeukChul // a kiss with a fist is better than none // R

Sometimes, Heechul wants to punch Eeteuk square in his pretty mouth. He wants to feel those plush lips pushed flat beneath his fingers, wants to see them split and swell, bruised and red. They'd stretch in a grimace, and the skin would tear, blood rising to the surface to give them a crimson shine. He wants to see Eeteuk break, mouth pulling down at the corners like the sad half of the theatre masks, to see tears, real tears, the sort that are cried when there is no hope, not the useless sort of emoting that everyone is privy to.

And then, with Eeteuk blubbering on the floor, picturesquely crumpled, Heechul would bend down and kiss Eeteuk's damaged lips to taste failure in a cinematically perfect scene where he plays hero and antichrist all in one. And there would be strings playing in the background.

Mostly, when Heechul's imagination doesn't run away with the idea, he just wants to punch Eeteuk. He won’t admit that it’s because he wants to kiss it better.

Sometimes, Eeteuk wants to throw Heechul against a wall. He wants to wrinkle Heechul's perfect clothes, to hear the seams creak as he clenches too tightly. Heechul's face would cloud over in angry horror as designer brands are ruined and stretched out of shape. He wants to hear Heechul's body smack against the unforgiving surface, to hear the breath expelled out of his lungs and see him recognize, and feel just a little fear that Eeteuk has a breaking point, too.

Heechul's hands would rise up in an instinctive move to defend himself, and that little glimpse of fear would turn into a snarl of anger. Eeteuk is sure that Heechul would give Eeteuk's clothes the same treatment, twisting folds of cotton to pull him closer to release the full heat of his temper. His breath would be hot against Eeteuk’s face, his mouth close enough to . . . And Eeteuk would . . . he would . . .

Imagining throwing Heechul against a wall in frustration is as far as Eeteuk lets himself think, because the aftermath doesn't reflect his anger at all.

xapalego on April 13th, 2011 07:26 pm (UTC)
Thanks for posting, I like this blog!