"my lips are soft like a leather jacket"
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dictionarysays1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these then post them.
Not only did some of these end up waaaaay longer than I expected them to, I admit to doing the first three in one go at one in the morning last week and then doing the last seven this weekend in the middle of the night in the middle of my camping trip. Still surprised I only shuffle'd across one SMAP song. idk how I feel about the style of these drabble-like things, the exposition feels really abrupt But Maybe Now I Can Get Back To That 2k Threesome I Started. 8|
SMAP
Dashboard Confessional ★ The ghost of a good thing
When he’d hissed I’m gonna leave into the dip between his chest and his bellybutton (after the third time he sucks him off), Nakai had figured that’d meant but we’ll do this again because that’s what it’d meant for a year now.
But it hits Nakai harder than he’d care to admit when the next week the other man is mumbling something about babies and marriage. All he’d wanted to know was what time he’d come over. It’s not much later that there’s a press conference and they still have a concert to do and for fuck’s sake, he’s better than this.
He doesn’t believe it himself; especially when he’s stretched out on his hotel room floor, watching re-runs of a drama where Kimura gets the girl.
He turns it off; sort of thinking it’d be nice to do a drama again.
Say Anything ★ Wow, i can get sexual too
It rings twice before Tsuyoshi picks up.
“Hey.”
“H-hi.”
“Are you...?”
“... yeah.” His voice is breathy like usual and Kimura can’t help but smirk, beginning to fondle the thing in his pants.
It isn’t any less electric than it was four months ago when the younger man huffs, the shhff of his jeans coming through the receiver. He remembers it being a complete fluke, calling Tsuyoshi on his phone, the only person who would pick up teeth grinding and throat buzzing and halfway through a session with himself while letting Kimura talk to him about recording tomorrow.
Neither of them knows when it became a tradition but eventually the older man was calling every Wednesday night, holding conversations made up of staccato sighs and trembling thighs. Tonight is no different and it doesn’t take anything more than ten minutes for them to finish.
Kimura’s imagining the sweat sheen pasted against his band mate’s brow and the blush invading his neck as he reassures the heavy silence on the other end, “I've still got no regrets, dummy.” He hears the smile and hangs up quietly, flicking the cum from under his nails.
He laughs himself to sleep.
Barenaked Ladies ★ Some fantastic
Shingo watches Tsuyoshi laugh at another one of Nakai’s jokes and decides then and there that he’s going to be funnier. It’s dark when they spin their last spin and recording’s done for the night. Kimura’s hand is warm on his back and it drags his eyes away from the way Nakai leans into Tsuyoshi’s side for a quick second.
“Stare any harder and you’ll burn a hole.” After his older band mate says that, Shingo doesn’t tell him that’s the point.
Afterwards, Shingo’s stuffed in the van, mumbling gags under his breath, hoping that one of them would bring him back.
Tenacious D ★ Rock your socks off
Kimura’s shirt’s been missing for an hour now and Nakai chews on a piece of leather that’s come loose; staring down a suspiciously young girl in the front row and humping the mic stand to the solo being wrenched out of Kimura’s guitar. Goro thumps out a complicated line on the drums, smiling like a sweaty dork when the crowd roars and tossing his hair back like he’s an idol or something. Nakai smells smoke and can’t help but swivel the keyboardist’s way, he’s drenched in sweat; one hand fucking around with a chord on his keys, the other balancing a shortening cigarette on his lips—times like these, he doesn’t get why Shingo still calls him Tsuyopon. Shingo is plucking at his bass, sashaying his way when he catches his eye under all his sticky blonde hair. Nakai grins and almost forgets to sing the lyrics about someplace he’s never been and premarital sex.
The lights are hot on their skin.
Mungo Jerry ★ In the summertime
Once he determines he’s not an imposter, makes him swear on his shoe collection that it isn’t a dokkiri and calls Kimura quickly for advice; Goro lets Nakai take him out for a drive. They cruise around Tokyo for a bit, sticking Boo into the CD player and attempting to harmonize to Seigi no Mikata wa Ate ni Naranai. Nakai even offers to treat the other man to dinner.
Dinner is takoyaki from a stall.
Just when Goro thinks it’s over, Nakai pulls up to the park by his place and rasps, “This wasn’t supposed to be fun,” Goro moves to say summer nights aren’t half bad but ends up with chapped lips and tobacco breath instead.
Hello Saferide ★ Arjeplog
Neither of them speak as they follow the barely there trail, the air cold while chunks of snow fall from the molasses sky. When they reach the park there’s a teenager there, so they wander over to the telephone poles instead; their feet crunching in the snow. He knows this is something big and that Nakai isn’t always going to want to hold his hand; that it’s enough that he peeks over sometimes when he thinks the younger man isn’t looking and stares. Skyscrapers loom in the distance like lit up white peaks and Tsuyoshi takes to counting the windows with the lights still on, thinking about bringing up last night. His hand turns into a giant snowflake that threatens to melt when Nakai takes his hand and shoves it into his coat pocket. They stay like that with melted snow in their hair.
The Ums ★ Bathroom walls
“Good thing we’re magnets.”
“Hah?” Goro peeks up from his place in Kimura’s pants, giggling. The other man isn’t as amused and merely groans quietly, twining his hand in his band mate’s curls again. Goro stretches and kisses his bellybutton, having gradually grown accustomed to the outie.
First he says, “Opposites attract,” then he’s licking a pelvic bone.
He barely notices the toilet paper roll digging into his spine.
Bright Eyes ★ First day of my life
The purple sky spreads across his eyes and his heart wants to melt inside his ribs as he turns the ignition off. There’s a pair of dirty jeans in the trunk, but none of that matters because the door suddenly swings open and Shingo’s eyes are still bright.
Kimura knows the drive was worth it and sometimes he’s going to have to leave in the middle of the night before all the feelings eat him up. But he smiles to himself, thinking that maybe this time is different.
The younger man holds the door open with his shoulder, his eyelashes wet with tears that say I really think you like me.
SMAP ★ Original smile/Aoi inazuma (Phasio REMIX)
He emerges from the rain, soaked to the bone. Kimura’s trying to convince Shingo he isn’t green one second, and the next he’s gone completely still; eyes locked to lean thighs swathed in leather. Goro immediately nicknames the stranger Pleather Thighs. Kimura doesn’t care because Pleather Thighs is pulling his sunglasses off and soon reveals golden eyes lit up by the disco ball on the ceiling.
He corners the man during a JLo song where Tsuyoshi is doing the Macarena and gets a name, Masahiro, and a better idea of how soft the man’s lips might be from the way they pull into an o shape.
They’re in an alley sharing a smoke when Masahiro suggests going back in.
Kimura takes another pull, “Everything I want to see is right here.”
The Pillows ★ Hybrid rainbow
They dared one another to run away and drove Nakai’s car outback, past the town lights and the Honda’s fence in the dead of the night; thinking they’d get far if they were quiet. Things never go as planned though and an hour later Nakai was mumbling about being hungry and Kimura had a pretty good feeling that they had gone the wrong way. It took them another two hours before they made it back, giggling and shushing each other as they climbed back up Kimura’s porch—Nakai spent the night, which wasn’t unusual, and the next morning when Kimura woke up to find Nakai staring, the sun making a rainbow on his face, he realized it wasn’t running away that mattered but that he had been with him.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these then post them.
Not only did some of these end up waaaaay longer than I expected them to, I admit to doing the first three in one go at one in the morning last week and then doing the last seven this weekend in the middle of the night in the middle of my camping trip. Still surprised I only shuffle'd across one SMAP song. idk how I feel about the style of these drabble-like things, the exposition feels really abrupt But Maybe Now I Can Get Back To That 2k Threesome I Started. 8|
SMAP
Dashboard Confessional ★ The ghost of a good thing
When he’d hissed I’m gonna leave into the dip between his chest and his bellybutton (after the third time he sucks him off), Nakai had figured that’d meant but we’ll do this again because that’s what it’d meant for a year now.
But it hits Nakai harder than he’d care to admit when the next week the other man is mumbling something about babies and marriage. All he’d wanted to know was what time he’d come over. It’s not much later that there’s a press conference and they still have a concert to do and for fuck’s sake, he’s better than this.
He doesn’t believe it himself; especially when he’s stretched out on his hotel room floor, watching re-runs of a drama where Kimura gets the girl.
He turns it off; sort of thinking it’d be nice to do a drama again.
Say Anything ★ Wow, i can get sexual too
It rings twice before Tsuyoshi picks up.
“Hey.”
“H-hi.”
“Are you...?”
“... yeah.” His voice is breathy like usual and Kimura can’t help but smirk, beginning to fondle the thing in his pants.
It isn’t any less electric than it was four months ago when the younger man huffs, the shhff of his jeans coming through the receiver. He remembers it being a complete fluke, calling Tsuyoshi on his phone, the only person who would pick up teeth grinding and throat buzzing and halfway through a session with himself while letting Kimura talk to him about recording tomorrow.
Neither of them knows when it became a tradition but eventually the older man was calling every Wednesday night, holding conversations made up of staccato sighs and trembling thighs. Tonight is no different and it doesn’t take anything more than ten minutes for them to finish.
Kimura’s imagining the sweat sheen pasted against his band mate’s brow and the blush invading his neck as he reassures the heavy silence on the other end, “I've still got no regrets, dummy.” He hears the smile and hangs up quietly, flicking the cum from under his nails.
He laughs himself to sleep.
Barenaked Ladies ★ Some fantastic
Shingo watches Tsuyoshi laugh at another one of Nakai’s jokes and decides then and there that he’s going to be funnier. It’s dark when they spin their last spin and recording’s done for the night. Kimura’s hand is warm on his back and it drags his eyes away from the way Nakai leans into Tsuyoshi’s side for a quick second.
“Stare any harder and you’ll burn a hole.” After his older band mate says that, Shingo doesn’t tell him that’s the point.
Afterwards, Shingo’s stuffed in the van, mumbling gags under his breath, hoping that one of them would bring him back.
Tenacious D ★ Rock your socks off
Kimura’s shirt’s been missing for an hour now and Nakai chews on a piece of leather that’s come loose; staring down a suspiciously young girl in the front row and humping the mic stand to the solo being wrenched out of Kimura’s guitar. Goro thumps out a complicated line on the drums, smiling like a sweaty dork when the crowd roars and tossing his hair back like he’s an idol or something. Nakai smells smoke and can’t help but swivel the keyboardist’s way, he’s drenched in sweat; one hand fucking around with a chord on his keys, the other balancing a shortening cigarette on his lips—times like these, he doesn’t get why Shingo still calls him Tsuyopon. Shingo is plucking at his bass, sashaying his way when he catches his eye under all his sticky blonde hair. Nakai grins and almost forgets to sing the lyrics about someplace he’s never been and premarital sex.
The lights are hot on their skin.
Mungo Jerry ★ In the summertime
Once he determines he’s not an imposter, makes him swear on his shoe collection that it isn’t a dokkiri and calls Kimura quickly for advice; Goro lets Nakai take him out for a drive. They cruise around Tokyo for a bit, sticking Boo into the CD player and attempting to harmonize to Seigi no Mikata wa Ate ni Naranai. Nakai even offers to treat the other man to dinner.
Dinner is takoyaki from a stall.
Just when Goro thinks it’s over, Nakai pulls up to the park by his place and rasps, “This wasn’t supposed to be fun,” Goro moves to say summer nights aren’t half bad but ends up with chapped lips and tobacco breath instead.
Hello Saferide ★ Arjeplog
Neither of them speak as they follow the barely there trail, the air cold while chunks of snow fall from the molasses sky. When they reach the park there’s a teenager there, so they wander over to the telephone poles instead; their feet crunching in the snow. He knows this is something big and that Nakai isn’t always going to want to hold his hand; that it’s enough that he peeks over sometimes when he thinks the younger man isn’t looking and stares. Skyscrapers loom in the distance like lit up white peaks and Tsuyoshi takes to counting the windows with the lights still on, thinking about bringing up last night. His hand turns into a giant snowflake that threatens to melt when Nakai takes his hand and shoves it into his coat pocket. They stay like that with melted snow in their hair.
The Ums ★ Bathroom walls
“Good thing we’re magnets.”
“Hah?” Goro peeks up from his place in Kimura’s pants, giggling. The other man isn’t as amused and merely groans quietly, twining his hand in his band mate’s curls again. Goro stretches and kisses his bellybutton, having gradually grown accustomed to the outie.
First he says, “Opposites attract,” then he’s licking a pelvic bone.
He barely notices the toilet paper roll digging into his spine.
Bright Eyes ★ First day of my life
The purple sky spreads across his eyes and his heart wants to melt inside his ribs as he turns the ignition off. There’s a pair of dirty jeans in the trunk, but none of that matters because the door suddenly swings open and Shingo’s eyes are still bright.
Kimura knows the drive was worth it and sometimes he’s going to have to leave in the middle of the night before all the feelings eat him up. But he smiles to himself, thinking that maybe this time is different.
The younger man holds the door open with his shoulder, his eyelashes wet with tears that say I really think you like me.
SMAP ★ Original smile/Aoi inazuma (Phasio REMIX)
He emerges from the rain, soaked to the bone. Kimura’s trying to convince Shingo he isn’t green one second, and the next he’s gone completely still; eyes locked to lean thighs swathed in leather. Goro immediately nicknames the stranger Pleather Thighs. Kimura doesn’t care because Pleather Thighs is pulling his sunglasses off and soon reveals golden eyes lit up by the disco ball on the ceiling.
He corners the man during a JLo song where Tsuyoshi is doing the Macarena and gets a name, Masahiro, and a better idea of how soft the man’s lips might be from the way they pull into an o shape.
They’re in an alley sharing a smoke when Masahiro suggests going back in.
Kimura takes another pull, “Everything I want to see is right here.”
The Pillows ★ Hybrid rainbow
They dared one another to run away and drove Nakai’s car outback, past the town lights and the Honda’s fence in the dead of the night; thinking they’d get far if they were quiet. Things never go as planned though and an hour later Nakai was mumbling about being hungry and Kimura had a pretty good feeling that they had gone the wrong way. It took them another two hours before they made it back, giggling and shushing each other as they climbed back up Kimura’s porch—Nakai spent the night, which wasn’t unusual, and the next morning when Kimura woke up to find Nakai staring, the sun making a rainbow on his face, he realized it wasn’t running away that mattered but that he had been with him.
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Date: 2011-08-22 08:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-22 09:21 pm (UTC)/will be back. but of course.
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Date: 2011-08-23 01:38 am (UTC)I thought I could leave some out and comment in detail only on my favourite ones, but... I can't, after all. so, something wicked (and long-winded and incoherent and flailing and not exactly knowing what it wants to say but brimming with love and adoration in its defense) this way comes.
The ghost of a good thing
the first line is already quite a killer
because if you put Nakai, Kimura and blowjobs together, it always isbecause it's all so good and yet it already tells you that it's over but they had history and besides saying things into body parts is the best and if that body part is the dip between his chest and his bellybutton? bring a brush and a bucket and scrape me off the floor now.and that moment in 2top's love story always leaves me confused about my feelings, because it's this no-exit hopeless situation and it hurts, but yay angst. two last sentences/paragraphs are so much win idek. ♥
Wow, i can get sexual too
THIS IS GENIUS. I don't know if I can say anything more because there's not much more to say. except that, IT'S HOT. I LOVE IT. I JUST CAN'T. IF I COULD HAVE SEX WITH THIS DRABBLE, IT'D BE SO GOOD I'D HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES BY THE END. I DON'T EVEN GET MY OWN COMPARISONS ANYMORE. IT'S LATE, OKAY. WHO TURNED THE CAPS ON?
...oh, yeah.
He hears the smile and hangs up quietly, flicking the cum from under his nails.
GURRL. i need your Nakai icon for this, the gif one where he sort of cringes as if he couldn't stand it anymore, because that was exactly what my face looked like here.
can I even continue now?
Some fantastic
aww. I really like that it's Shingo who's the main focus here. the last sentence is win.
Rock your socks off
ahaha, omg, i can't. as soon as I realised what it is about, I started to laugh like a happy idiot. because, no kidding, I've been meaning to write this AU too. but yours is absolutely freaking perfect. ♥
and at and humping the mic stand I was laughing again. I think we agree on this one. ...uhm, is it okay if I bring my filthy, unkempt WIP into this pretty place? but I now feel I need to share.
Their next single is called Terote Arena and only Nakai knows the lyrics, which he screams out in a manner that makes it impossible to understand. The song is a great success.
“It’s about food, isn’t it? The song,” Shingo says. Nakai just gives him a look.
He makes up a choreography that involves humping the mic stand, licking it and making suggestive faces. Goro watches him like hypnotised, and when they go off stage, he is still clinging to his guitar, covering the front of his pants with it.
“Too convincing,” he tells Nakai.
“But it is about food?” Shingo asks.
so yeah. sorry for this. but really, rockband!SMAP is perfection.
Arjeplog
this is so pretty. it particularly gets me here
Skyscrapers loom in the distance like lit up white peaks and Tsuyoshi takes to counting the windows with the lights still on, thinking about bringing up last night.
I don't know what it is, but it almost sounds like song lyrics, like it has a distinct melody in my head and it could easily get stuck in there for days. it probably will. [now that I think about it, I'll have to check the song out. it's song-inspired drabbles after all, lol.]
Bathroom walls
[just because i don't have much to say about this doesn't mean i like it less than others. it's one of my most fav. :p]
TAKUGORO GETTING DIRTY IN A BATHROOM? ULTIMATE LOVE. <3
oh dear god, i exceeded the limit commenting on drabbles o.O
Date: 2011-08-23 01:39 am (UTC)I've been thinking about Shintaku recently, and how even though these are two VERY HOT men we are talking about, the first thing that Shintaku makes me think is cute and not hot. I think I need more Shintaku in my life. so when I peaked at the tags before reading [because yes, I do that a lot] and saw them among the pairings, I GOT VERY HAPPY. alright, I am so rambling away here, it was supposed to be about the drabble and, alright, it is cute. it is really cute and squishable although with some edge. and I really like it, huh, I bet you didn't expect that, right.
Original smile/Aoi inazuma (Phasio REMIX)
PURE AMAZINGNESS, IS ALL. I am thinking now, why do we have so little AU fic? AU SMAP is totally delicious and YOUR AU SMAP is ABSOLUTELY MOTHERFUCKING MELTING ON MY TONGUE. ...i did mention it's late, right?
Hybrid rainbow
please takes this away from me, I'm gonna die from adorbs-freaking-cuteness-sugar overdose. which stands for, please don't ever take this away from me, I want to die from it. and for it. dying for 2top's sweet true love forever, my new life ambition. thank you. ♥
uh. I don't know how many times I've read those and then I counted them to make sure there's 10 of them because it so felt like NOT ENOUGH. because it's NEVER ENOUGH, YOUR WORDS. i'd really love to continue this essay of eternal flail, but i'm starting to fall asleep and my eyes hurt, so i can't but honestly, honestly. YOU'RE WAY TOO FUCKING GOOD, BB. <333x3
Re: oh dear god, i exceeded the limit commenting on drabbles o.O
Date: 2011-08-23 01:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-22 10:14 pm (UTC)You're giving me ideas. I might end up using this meme to write
pornsomething. *coughcough*no subject
Date: 2011-08-22 10:19 pm (UTC)and I totally want mini-drama about group with your script! 8D Send to Fuji! X)))
ps every time I read your fic, I feel I don't know english at all X)
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Date: 2011-08-23 04:36 pm (UTC)I don't actually know most of the songs - my English pop knowledge is limited to basically whatever's blasting in malls atm so clearly the only song I sort of know is the SMAP one. And that is sort of because I've never heard the remix :S
Doesn't matter :D
The ghost of a good thing:
I loved the last line ♥ Despite all that sexy, I loved how the last line hit home because Nakai wants to distract himself from... whatever it is they have ♥ But I also get what you mean by it being sort of abrupt that way. But I thought the last line was genius :)
Wow, i can get sexual too:
This is my favourite porny one. I don't even know why? :D I just really liked it. Maybe it's because I really have something for phone sex. Ugh.
In the summertime:
THIS IS ADORABLE. I was so sure it'd be my favourite, because Goro has to call Kimura for advice and make sure its not a prank before he lets Nakai bring him out. And he has fun! /flails. I love their awkwardness and how they fit in that odd-coupley way. SO ADORABLE. ♥♥♥
Arjeplog:
But it wasn't my favourite because this is. It's so gentle, so short, so stream-of-consciousness that I couldn't help but fall in love with it. And, and oh, I melted when Nakai shoves Tsuyopon's hand in his pocket. ♥ The visual of that was LOVELY.
You are aweeeesome :) I likey.
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Date: 2011-08-25 05:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-01 04:13 am (UTC)also have i ever fangirled your writing style before cause i like a lot A LOT