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)

Comments

[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.)

Re: Fingertips

[sashjun.livejournal.com]

♥ I´m glad then. Sorry for not waiting on IM but my head was kind of starting to fall to the side <3

As for the beta, that was a rhetorical question, though I´m glad you would be willing to do it again sometimes <3

And the vampire idea might have come because we had been talking about vampire fic shortly before this. And you know, the "assuming of the guise of mere human" part . . . so the first image was the two palms pressed against each other (i kind of ransacked that idea actually) but then the hand moving up, over the muscles of the arm, scraping the collarbones, finding the pulse on the throat, the fingers pressing more and more, the hand closing . . . strange is that it was Ryo who was the vampire (which defies the rules of this fandom, kind of). Anyway I got stuck on the biting part ;D

Re: Fingertips

[tokeruyouna.livejournal.com]

Anyway I got stuck on the biting part
Lol at this. Actually at trying the vampire thing to begin with. And I am pretty sure I would have imagined Ryo as the vampire in a RyoDa relationship.

Just so you know, I have read this a few more times. And as for waiting, sleep is important.

Re: Fingertips

[sashjun.livejournal.com]

I would not call it trying, actually. That was all still in my head, and at that point I went "Ew, no, there will be no blood drawn . . ."

I´m really really glad you like it enough to reread it. Now only to think of something for yuaelt . . .

Re: Fingertips

[tokeruyouna.livejournal.com]

Well, at least she has good tastes re: the farting. Okay that sounded odd.

I have a (dumb) idea. I will tell you elsewhere.

[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.

[sashjun.livejournal.com]

done . . . kind of ;D