Heaven is a place on Earth

[higure]

Quick update. Life goes on, and sometimes I do get this revelation that I will never catch up. That said, I might be little absent over the next few weeks, at least when it comes to my personal journal and IM.

Writing however goes on, I never really do stop. As for my wips progress, people all get ideas on their exchange fics and are pleased and I read about it, so here is my status. DOA writing done. Editing: Rin is dying, I try to make it a slow (and painful) death so she actually dies only after it is done. FQF: I have had an idea ever since I read my assignment, which probably means I will kill myself writing it. NEWSFicOn! Right, I have no clue, no concept, no story, not even a genre. Way to go girl.

My great friend passed her finals today. Just like that. All four of them, no fear because she is just like that and standing in front of a commission of four professors does nothing to her. She is amazing and has no nerves. She has stopped being a student. I´m proud of her. I´m also a bit jealous in that good way. I do not want to switch positions, I am so so so happy for her, I totally get how she is all giddy and smiley (and I´m relieved maybe even for her) but there is that small part of me . . . Let´s not go there.

I am sick and tired of revising my ____ (I believe I have a promise to keep to all of you). No more of it today.

Give me prompts or prompts and pairings and I might write a drabble or two tonight. I´m not promising anything to anyone, and I might decide I will not write at all. But writing is something that has always been my way to let go, so I will try to exploit that again. If you want to have at least a slight chance of me writing something and decide to give me a pairing, stick with NEWS, KAT-TUN and Ohkura, and do not ask for Tegoshi or Junno.

I am now going to make myself a cup of tea and . . . do something totally unproductive, not on my to do list, not something I have to or have planed, so I can get back to fulfilling and productive obligations from tomorrow morning.



oh, right, social experiment.



This is Ryo practicing . . . (lol, no seriously, fill in the blank)

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[indian-monsoon.livejournal.com]

DRABBLE!!

RyoShige - something sweet and fluffy? Like...teddies?

Ryo practicing his come hither look.

Teddy on the watch (part I)

[sashjun.livejournal.com]

I said drabbles, right. Well I suck at those. Also sweet and fluffy translate as cheesy to me. And I could not resist including your Ryo replied. I was actually going to use just that at first but then teddy made his way in too. I´m sorry if this sucks too badly.

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Ryo’s eyelids were looking heavy, eyes about to close any second now. His mouth was twisted in some bizarre way—chu~ was the first thing that came to Shige’s head actually—and his hair was all ruffled and in his face, as if on purpose.

Shige leaned in closer, searching for some clue about why Ryo was posing like that, and Ryo leaned back, back, more, until he fell backwards in between the couch cushions in NEWS dressing room. Shige stoop up straight and shook his head.

“What are you trying to do?”

“I’m practicing my come hither look.” Ryo looked almost offended by the question.

Shige gave him an unimpressed look that said, right and I am to believe that, but Ryo kept on staring sternly. It was too much, and Shige ended up laughing pretty hard. Ryo huffed.

“Why?” Shige managed to ask at the end.

“To switch it up a little during photoshoots,” Ryo said, annoyance loud and clear in his voice. “Why am I even telling you this?” He asked and left the room. Shige just stared after him. What was wrong with the look Ryo normally sported anyway? It was hot and swayed everyone who saw it enough.


Ryo was at it again, standing in front of the mirror, twisting a little, leaning back, mouth twisting, eyes darting until they caught Shige looking at him in the mirror. Shige was not laughing this time though, and Ryo continued to stare back at him, eyes getting darker. They were far from those sometimes empty eyes of working, posing Ryo from their magazines spreads.

Shige ended up moving closer to the mirror, slowly approaching the man he was watching in it.

Re: Teddy on the watch (part II)

[sashjun.livejournal.com]

“Did it actually work?” Ryo asked breathlessly, turning around and breaking the moment.

Shige laughed a little, lifted his hand and pointed to the teddy bear that some fan sent the entire NEWS. Now it had its stable place in their dressing room, often serving as a pillow to hug during the naps. Shige’s eyes, however, never left Ryo’s face, never let go of his gaze completely.

“The teddy over there has better come hither look than you do,” Shige said. He lied. Ryo’s eyes got cold, his face turning sharp.

“But that is my opinion. As long as it works on your fans, all is good, right?” Shige asked.

“Well if even you are not affected, no one will be,” Ryo said angrily.

Shige tilted his head to the side. Ryo was not moving away, not trying to push him and leave, he was still glaring. It all made Shige wonder a little.

“I like your I-just-woke-up-and-I-do- not-want-to-face-the-world look that you give people when hugging that teddy.” Shige’s hand made a motion towards the plushie one more time, but then dropped down to the table against which Ryo was leaning. “I like the look you have on when we are about to go on stage, full of joy and adrenaline and determination. I like the look you give us when you are happy about our performances, about how the concert went. I like the look you have on after you take a shower and want nothing more than got to bed, eyes sleepy and clouded by all the experiences of that day. I like the look you have on when you laugh at something wholeheartedly, or when something excites you and you want to try something just as badly as a small kid when wanting a new toy.”

Shige’s other hand too made its way to the table behind Ryo, who fidgeted for the first time, before he continued. “I certainly do like how you look at me now, all confused and a little uncertain, but determined not to let me win. And I would love to see more of your glares and gazes and fierce looks you have to offer, but I must say I would hate seeing you using your come hither look, especially if you are going to recklessly waste it on your fangirls.”

It was probably Shige who now had challenge in his eyes. They were probably as dark and deep and determined as Ryo’s. They were probably as expressive, as telling and as shy as his. They too probably sought reassurance. Not for much longer. Two pairs of eyes flickered and closed soon as it was lips that provided the final confirmation.

Teddy probably thought of closing his eyes too; too bad his eyelids were sawn into place. He was doomed to watch Ryo and Shige lick the way into each other’s mouth; he had no choice but to see them nipping at lips and sucking at tongues and pulling at hands, and clutching at backs. The fact he saw it happening in the mirror as well sure did not help. Teddy thought that plastic surgery on his very normal eyelids was in order.

[crystallekil.livejournal.com]

... stretches? :D

i miss you like pi misses jin. DX

write me pin's rad bromance (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_P1OhKUw6I)! :D

[sashjun.livejournal.com]

:D That probably is the logical answer

. . .Which might not be that much as they call each other every day (It´s Jin´s good morning and Pi´s good night treat ;D)

Anyway i could not even finish watching that parody it was too embarrassing. I do suck with things like that. SO can you think of some other prompt instead? I would not be opposed to writing Pin . . .

[crystallekil.livejournal.com]

their phone bills must be outrageous. XD

lol really? i'm usually the one with the embarrassment squick, hmm. they could still have a rad bromance without the video! maybe everyone assumes they're "together" because they're so ~close~ but they're really not, honest. 8D

[sanjihan.livejournal.com]

Ryo is practicing being a cat. :D

Congrats on finishing DoA! And good luck on fqf. XD And I don't think it's unusual to not have an idea for newsficcon yet since you've only had your assignment two days, so never fear. :D

Tea. <3 I want tea but it's too hot. :/

[sashjun.livejournal.com]

Haha I like that alternative.

Hmm thanks, it´s note done done by far, just the writing portion of it. But I guess that is the most crucial part anyway.

Haha fqf, I´m looking forward to it, I just hope I will pull the things I imagined off. NEWSficon, I am afraid it´s not about how long I had it with me, it´s just a difficult request, I´m not sure what should I write. But I will manage. But thanks for all the encouragements.


Have an ice tea then! <3

[changetje.livejournal.com]

Oh, drabbles~

Um... RyoPi - Sleepyhead

:3

Sleepyhead of the month

[sashjun.livejournal.com]

They have not hanged out for ages. So Yamapi called, and Ryo felt like he probably should come when Yamapi is calling him, and they met on Saturday to hang out.

“Video games?” Yamapi proposed, letting Ryo in.

“I might not really see what is going on on the screen,” Ryo admits, yawning. From the state of him, all he has done before dragging himself over to Yamapi’s apartment was get up and take a shower. He smells kind of nice and fresh. Yamapi himself managed about the same, though he had had a cup of coffee too.

“What? Is the TV too far from the couch?” Yamapi teases as Ryo sinks deep to the said piece of his furniture.

“Something like that,” Ryo nods, fumbling with the remote to Yamapi’s sound system, searching for some music to put on, berating the damned Koreans Yamapi has in the CD drive.

Yamapi goes and gets them both a cup of tea and shoves a bowl of rice into Ryo’s hands. “You have not eaten yet, have you?” He asks in response to Ryo’s slightly questioning look.

“Hmm,” is all he gets as Ryo starts stuffing his face, looking happier than a fat kid that had just gotten a cake. Yamapi is content to watch him and tell him stories from his filming, about a cool actor or a very nice costume manager, just things that have been flooding his head for days now. Ryo’s hmm, and eeehh, and I see are enough of response. Yamapi goes and puts some Beatles on because he knows Ryo still hasn’t gotten over his British music face, and Ryo grins at him wide and bright, wrinkles everywhere, even more than usually, the man clearly tired.

“I have a proposition,” Yamapi says as the calm atmosphere, Ryo now lounging on the couch, nursing the cup of tea and humming a song here and there, slowly lulls him to sleep as well.

“Let’s have a contest.”

“You want to compete? With me?”

“Yeah, let’s find out who is a more dedicated sleeper.” Yamapi tries to make it sound cool, though with Ryo he would not really have to.

“That sounds like a sleepyhead of the mouth award that you are offering.” Ryo grins at Yamapi and actually tries to cover his mouth as it splits into yet another yawn because he suddenly feels a little guilty for letting Yamapi see his state and for letting him down when he wanted to hang out.

“Offering? You know I can sleep for days. You will have to earn it.” Yamapi looks slightly offended.

“No problem,” Ryo laughs, giving up, and he is already heading towards a closet, where he knows Yamapi stores his blankets. He brings back just a single one, and Yamapi wants to protest about him being selfish, but Ryo just grabs him by his t-shirt, pushes him down to the couch and fits himself in between Yamapi and the backrest, half splayed over his friend.

“Like this, it will be fair play, the same conditions, the same blanket and all,” Ryo announces. Yamapi laughs.

“You just missed me,” He states.

“Maybe,” Ryo murmurs halfway asleep already. “Whoever gets up first makes the meal for both of us,” he manages to say before he falls asleep completely.


Ryo wakes up to the smell of some meat and rice, and he smiles widely. He goes and washes his face and joins Yamapi in the kitchen just when the other is starting to put things on the table.

“You forget that people have me doing a photoshoots while sleeping even when the theme is afternoon because they look at me and feel like I could use a year of sleep,” Ryo says happily. “And I actually do sleep through them, you know.”

Yamapi rolls his eyes but cracks a smile when Ryo takes over the vegetable Yamapi has been frying. He knows Ryo’s joking. Or he hopes so because if management heard Ryo would not ever get so as far as sit down during a photoshoot ever again.

Ryo asks for a beer, his voice and hair still that of a person that just woke. It sounds as way too funny, Ryo acting all though and manly now he is well rested. Yamapi laughs. They play the video games all night long. Ryo is a bit better at loosing that night, content to have won the title of the sleepyhead of the mouth. Yamapi decides that next time he must win it back for sure.


I also maybe kind of thought of this picture Sorry for excessive lameness

Re: Sleepyhead of the month

[tokeruyouna.livejournal.com]

lol, Yamapi would totally do that!

Re: Sleepyhead of the month

[changetje.livejournal.com]

klxsakd;ladk;a THAT WAS SO ADORABLE *____* OMG, thanks so much for writing me something this cute ♥♥♥ I was totally in the mood for something fluffy and bffery and then you come with this *_*

I love how Ryo wants a sleeping contest XD And how he actually wins, aww (RL!Ryo should sleep more, yes ;_;) and RyoPi hanging out is just askl;dlsa'dlsa ♥ Cute~

(Totally LOVE that pic of Ryo btw *__* *saves*)

[tokeruyouna.livejournal.com]

. . . farting. Obviously.

RyoDa: I, who have assumed the guise of a mere human, trace my fingertips along yours . . .

P.S. Thanks for the fic you linked me yesterday. It was just the silliness I needed. And lol at the part about me dying and you wanting it only after we are done. I should apologize for slowly killing your parts.

Fingertips

[sashjun.livejournal.com]

It starts with two palms pressed against each other. Fingers are pushing, skin against skin, so hard that it is no surprise when they slip, close down on the on the knuckles of the other hand. They never stop sliding after that, though the pressure lessens, and the touch turns softer.

Ueda’s hand stays still, letting the fingers of the other man slip away, sure that they will return. Ueda’s skin lights up in the darkness when the fingertips run across it, the hardened skin of the other man’s hand catching on the soft surface of his hand, arm and side.

Ueda bites his lip as he has to make a choice. He wants to follow the fingers tracing his body, feel it and see it. He wants to watch Ryo’s eyes, watching Ryo’s own fingers trace Ueda’s body, too as those fingers move across Ueda’s stomach and draw patterns across his hip.

When Ryo reaches behind Ueda and presses his fingers into his lower back to bring them closer, when Ryo finally loses sight of his own hand because it keeps still on the curve of Ueda’s ass, he finally looks up and meets Ueda’s eyes. For a second, he seems as breathless as Ueda. He looks like it is not only Ueda who longs for his fingers to never stop touching. And they move further, down his thigh, underneath his knee, and back up, the skin on the inside of Ueda’s thigh turning slightly pink as if a little embarrassed. But Ueda does not want this to end, does not mind the touch in the least.

Ryo is not looking into Ueda’s eyes anymore, his dark eyes not giving him another chance to see the world in them. Ueda does not complain because Ryo is still looking at him. When Ryo’s hair falls into his eyes, Ueda reaches out for the first time, swipes it away (and it feels soft and so black) so he can see the eyes roaming around his body, following his fingers.

Ueda has a hard time breathing. Ryo probably notices when his hand sweeps across his nipple, the fingers pressing against it, circling it until Ueda moves closer or maybe pulls away. Ryo’s hand changes the track, falling down and back to Ueda’s own yet again. The fingertips are becoming more persistent yet again until they find Ueda’s own arm. The touch turns light, ghosting down from Ueda’s elbow, tracing the vein on the inside if his wrist, climbing up his palm, and the fingers pause where they had begun.

“Ryo,” Ueda whispers when the man looks up and into his eyes again. He always forgets how that one word makes all the touches fall apart and into pieces just like a mirror when someone throws a rock into the middle of it.

And Ueda is awake, the dream ending like it always does, with the only certain thing in those many many repeating alternations of a lie. Their fingertips aligned, the skin tingling, burning or maybe cold. Ueda does not remember. He cannot feel the lost touch and his own palms pressed against each other are not the same. He knows he will not fall asleep again. He knows he will long a little more tomorrow. Today.


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I´m sorry the original idea failed me. And the vampire fic that I thought of when I first saw this is not going to happen. EVER! You could probably fix a few sentences here because I just couldn´t. But I can´t let you do it all the time, now. Can I?

♥

Re: Fingertips

[tokeruyouna.livejournal.com]

I like this. Thank you. I had to read it a couple of times. I like it so much. It is, can I say to continue our conversation from chat, "both," right? ♥x30K

(After DOA is over I do not mind betaing for you again. And I never thought of vampire fic in connection with this.)

[sashjun.livejournal.com]

I think he is dong everything all the others suggested simply to cover up the fact he is farting. but that means I have like 10 pictures of Ryo farting on my pc. Can´t he just do that yoga thing instead? @__@

[tokeruyouna.livejournal.com]

If by yoga you mean Kama Sutra, then yes.

I think those ten pictures need to make it into the next email you send me for the "Ryo Farting" series.

[myxstorie.livejournal.com]

Good luck with all the writing! :D ♥ It's good to know you're still alive and kicking~

Drabbles, um... Nakamaru/Kame, truth hurts orrr if you'd rather something else... Pin, green with envy XD (max pg13 for either)

♥

Pact of Solace

[sashjun.livejournal.com]

yeah I´m kicking, otherwise I would not keep above the water surface, you know ♥
I realized I don´t have a dynamic set for those two, so sorry if this sucks.
~~~~~

There are many pity truths that are thrown Kame’s way. And while his friends or managers or just random people who bombard him with revelations, remarks or information he should know usually take them matter of factly and expect Kame to just move on, Kame does not.

Kame has to think about every single one of them, has to wrap his mind around them, evaluate them, try to prevent the same situations from happening if the results are negative. He needs to process them and do so thoroughly. And then at the end of the day, all the truth carelessly dumped at him hurts.

Someone dropping out of Johnny’s, a junior that auditioned with Kame and that Kame still tended to talk to. “He is better off in college,” the choreographer tells him. Kame feels responsible for not giving him the strength to stay.

People going off to chase their dreams and succeeding before Kame does. And Kame wonders if he ever does succeed and if he chose the right path.

Someone making it on to the city´s baseball team. Kame wants to be happy for him but feels a pang of jealousy all the same.

His drama ratings sucking so much that the management is unsettled. And Kame takes on the whole responsibility even if his manager says it was the script that sucked.

The consequent rumors about him being the one that always sinks the boat. Kame takes extra acting lessons and does not sleep for days.

Jin leaving, twice. And Kame takes and juggles the weight of their fans still being happy and ready to spend money on them on his shoulders, no matter how many people tell him there are five of them.

The newest single selling less than the previous one. Kame wonders if his vocals were too boring or too flat.


There are good news, good truths that come his way but often they just get bumped by the bad news or the neutral ones. Moreover, Kame still analyzes them all trying to find the way to improve, to do better, to be better from now on.

Somehow, Nakamaru is there for Kame through it all. Ever since they are mixed and matched and put together, Nakamaru is the mature one that notices. He is the one that understands the need to analyze and to look for solutions even when others just wave their hand and forget it. He never tells him to stop, though Kame thinks he probably would like to at times.

It is a companionship, a silent pact of support and understanding that never fails throughout the years. A fresh water bottle after a long practice full of straight forward comments on how their dancing sucks, a coffee late at night after the meeting to plan a concert that will never be perfect because the stage is too small, the bitter sake when they are older and the manager has just spent an hour talking about expectations. A back rub when everything piles up and there is a new set of lines to learn. An understanding glance when Kame feels the panic raising. The reality stings a little less when the day ends and Kame finds himself with Nakamaru next to him, sitting somewhere—a couch, a bar, a rail of a balcony, the end of a pier, the end of the world.

Kame is ok with truth hurting (even if it makes him sound like a masochist because it never hurts just a little on that side of good) as long as Nakamaru is there to share it with him and sometimes even make sense of it, make it better.

[goldfreckled.livejournal.com]

I'll take whatever you want to give me I'd like some RyoDa. I love your RyoDa the mostest. Or AkaKame. Your AkaKame is brilliant, too. Or Pin. Or anything, really. Shut up, I'm ridiculously easy

Prompt (feel free to disregard it): chocolate (which is of course very fitting since I asked for vanilla the last time LOL)

♥

Other than that (I felt it was very important to scream "spot!" first), I'm glad you feel good with writing and your assignments don't (really) threaten to kill you. :D
This is also totally Ryo practising Yoga (as stated by himself though maybe not in that context) which might or might not actually be code for Kama Sutra. Oh yes. :3

[tokeruyouna.livejournal.com]

which might or might not actually be code for Kama Sutra
Good point. I had never thought about that, but I am pretty sure I will now if Ryo ever mentions yoga again.

[indian-monsoon.livejournal.com]

O my god,i laughed so hard when i read this.

The Kama Sutra would be a good guide for the type of exercises that Ryo does. :P

[sashjun.livejournal.com]

I fail at drabbling. So here have a short fic You response for Ryo experiment was funny and I loved it and so I stole it, I hope you don´t mind.

Also rofl since when do i write Akame?

<3333

[yuaelt.livejournal.com]

I second the opinion that he practices farting. it really looks exactly like that.

also, since you're so kind to give yourself out for prompts... how about Ryoda, "remote control broken, switch to manual" drabble?

[sashjun.livejournal.com]

yeah I kind of think he is doing a little of all that was listed here to cover up for the farting.

Anyway sorry I took so long to reply, but I did not want to come empty handed. The drabble turned into quite a monster fic. Also the rating is NC-17, so I really hope you are ok with that. Posted here due to the lenght

And I should thank you for the report about your multi-chap I am gearing up to read it. ♥