Fic, w-inds., We Can't Dance
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mousapelliTitle: We Can't Dance [Keita, Ryuichi, Ryohei]
Rating/Warnings: G (YOU SEE THAT G, WULFY?!) except for when i use the word "panty-melting".
Summary: The New Paradise shoot is not going well at all. And Ryohei makes the choreographer cry.
AN. LET'S NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN. It'll probably help if you've seen the videos for New Paradise and Feel the Fate, preferably in that order. But actually I'm sort of hoping that none of you even knows who w-inds. are.
We Can't Dance
The New Paradise shoot is not going well, to say the least.
For one thing, the new director can't remember their names, and even when he does, can't keep them straight, so when he yells at them, usually the only person doing something right stops immediately.
But that's practically never, because none of them seem to have done much right today, despite spending all morning with the choreographer. It's nothing new for Keita, who usually learns about half a routine before they tell him "oh sweetie, just sing and wink, they'll forget," but it turns out that Ryuichi and Ryohei did a sequence just a little too close to this when they were back in school, and Ryohei, who always takes the longest to memorize the order of the steps, did the turn before the shimmy so many times it reduced Daisuke-sensei to tears.
And even when they start the shooting, they have to keep stopping because the director claims they are too shiny and the lights from the freak bridge set are glaring off their foreheads.
"Stop sweating so much!" he hollers while the makeup girls run out and pat at their faces ineffectually.
"Do you know what these shirts are MADE OF?!" Ryuichi demands, slapping at a powder puff, and then they have to call a break while they get all the powder off the black outfits.
In the end, they have to give up and switch to doing the shots with the white outfits for the rest of the day, and at least Ryuichi and Ryohei finished working on the rap the night before, even if Ryohei needs some alone time with a can of pineapple juice before he can face the director again.
"There you go," Keita soothes, prying the can out of Ryohei's hand, because if he lets Ryuichi do it, their white shirts will all be covered in the juice, and they'll have to switch back to the red again, and nobody wants to do the red again today. Or ever.
Ryuichi does a cruelly accurate impression of the director's fluttering, nervous hand tic, and that gets Ryohei's swoon-inducing smile back on. It isn't quite panty-melting yet, but their manager says they're still learning, they have time.
But they just aren't on today, and it shows, and they know it shows, and their manager must know as well, because he practically hurls the quickly burned DVD of the day's footage at them before fleeing their hotel room at a dead run.
"Just put it in, get it over with," Ryohei sighs, as Kieta dangles the disc between two fingers in disgust. He snatches the remote off the table in between the beds and flips on the TV. A Takui video is on the music channel, which they had been watching that morning, and Keita hurriedly jams the disc into the machine, because if they watch their footage after anything that even approaches art, they will have to put the razor that Ryuichi bought on the pretense of becoming a man to a far more realistic use.
The beginning is them doing the routine in the black outfits, and then doing it again, and then again, and then again, and by the fifth time, when Keita and Ryuichi have both contracted Ryohei's ill-timed shimmy, Keita lets out a little wail of frustration and Ryuichi snatches the remote out of his hands to fast-forward to the other stuff.
They don't look any better dancing at 8x, although the director's flailing tantrum and the scattering of the makeup girls is pretty funny. The laughter dies down, however when they get to the stuff in the white outfits, which involves quite a bit of Ryohei and Ryuichi rapping alone in front of the blindingly-lit mirror-frame.
Ryohei makes a soft, pained noise at the first shot of him, then it switches to Ryuichi for a few minutes. When it returns to Ryohei, he actually shrieks. Keita and Ryuichi turn their heads to find Ryohei pressing both hands to his face.
"My NOSE!" he howls, voice muffled behind the hands that are hiding the offending appendage. "It's huge!"
"It isn't!" Keita says, but when he turns back, he has to admit that the glaring lights are catching it in a less-than-aesthetic manner. "Well…" Keita hums in the back of his throat a little, trying to soften the blow. "Ryuichi's doesn't really look much better."
"Hey!" Ryuichi punches Keita in the shoulder, but it's half-hearted because he is distracted, wincing at himself stumbling over his own feet in one take. There is another moment of silence before Ryuichi adds what they're all thinking. "This sucks."
"We suck," Ryohei adds, only it comes out more like "eeooo" with his hands pressed tightly to his nose and mouth.
Keita chews his lip, not willing to commit verbally to the truth. "We're just having an awkward stage." Ryuichi snorts and Ryohei clutches his nose harder, and Keita plows ahead. "No, really! We're all having growth spurts, look at my hands! They're like big pink spiders!"
It should be funny and they should all laugh, but they look at the screen, and it's just true. And it's kind of painful to watch.
"We'll just…" Keita sounds like he's asking, though, instead of reassuring. "We'll grow into them."
"What if we don't?" Ryohei mumbles. "What if we're growing out of…it?"
"It?" Keita blinks. "You mean…" He flutters a hand that encompasses all three of them, the hotel room, and Ryohei's nose on the TV screen. "…this?"
"If every shoot's going to be like this," Ryuichi says glumly, staring at the TV, "maybe we should tell them no. No more of this."
That strikes all three of them dead silent as they exchange stricken glances. No more of 'this' also means no more Ryuichi trying to teach them guitar chords, no more Ryohei spotting their shaky backbends, even no more Keita narrating their lives in commercial jingles ("Milk does Ryuichi's body go~od!" he'd sung that day at lunch and "oh god SHUT UP!" Ryuichi had answered while Ryohei snorted apple-cranberry juice up his nose).
But if things keep going like this…Keita sighs and takes the remote gently from Ryuichi's hand so he can turn the DVD off.
When the music station flips back on, they are faced with a very familiar red and white set, and the opening lines of "Feel the Fate" are coming out of the mouth of a fifteen-year-old Keita who has impossibly big eyes and even bigger earrings.
"Oh man," Ryuichi snickers, giving Keita's shoulder a shove with his own, "look at you! You couldn't dance at all!"
"You keep looking at my feet to see what the next move is!" Keita makes an outraged face and shoves Ryuichi back. "They wouldn't let you sing a single word! And none of us could dance!"
"I could dance," Ryohei protests, lowering his hands cautiously so they can understand him. They hang in the air near his neck, ready to cover his heinous schnoz at a moment's notice. He raises an eyebrow at Keita. "You couldn't even wink, you look like you have a nervous tic!"
And just like that, it's funny again, and when the shadowed hip-hop dancers appear on screen to cover the fact that they can barely handjive, all three of them crack up.
"We just had to sit there!" Keita laughs, pointing at the three of them, "and they gave us that basketball because we kept clapping out of rhythm!"
"Oh god, what are we doing?" Ryohei demands in horror as the camera flashes to him doing some sort of shoulder flail.
"I think it's called free-styling," Ryuichi suggests, and Keita lets out a snort that sets the other two off until they are all clutching their stomachs and sagging against each other, and Ryohei slips off the edge of the bed suddenly and lands hard on his butt, at which point Ryuichi starts laughing so hard that no sound is even coming out of his mouth, and when Keita reaches down to help Ryohei up between snorts, Ryohei grabs both their jean legs and yanks them crashing down as well.
"Ryo?" Keita asks when they are too sore to laugh anymore, and Ryohei's 'hmm' in reply makes Keita's head bounce a little where it rests on Ryohei's stomach. Ryuichi's elbow is digging into Keita's side, but in a sort of good way. "We'll make them cut the nose shots."
"What are you going to do, make them censor his head?" Ryuichi asks, but the soft, pleased noise that Ryohei makes is all that Keita is listening for.
*******
"The next one will be better," Keita promises as they wrap up the shoot and brace themselves to see the first edit, but he's eyeing their manager coldly as he says it, and the words are obviously not meant for Ryohei and Ryuichi.
They didn't cut the shot. If anything, the lights are brighter, the colors sharper as Ryohei raps, blissfully unaware of his nostrils' subversive flare.
Ryohei's hands fly up instinctively, but Ryuichi and Keita grab his wrists in mid-air, one on either side of Ryohei, and force his hands back to his lap before Ryohei can break his nose just so he can demand that they fix it the way he wants, like he did with those headphones in Another Days.
"Only the nose kno~ws," Keita sings under his breath as he exchanges a glance with Ryuichi, who rolls his eyes as he pulls the super-secret weapon, grape Fanta, out of one of his cargo pants' plentiful pockets and presses it into Ryohei's hands.
But they are done with those white outfits forever, so it doesn't matter when Ryohei snaps the top open without tapping it first and they all get sprayed right in the face.
Rating/Warnings: G (YOU SEE THAT G, WULFY?!) except for when i use the word "panty-melting".
Summary: The New Paradise shoot is not going well at all. And Ryohei makes the choreographer cry.
AN. LET'S NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN. It'll probably help if you've seen the videos for New Paradise and Feel the Fate, preferably in that order. But actually I'm sort of hoping that none of you even knows who w-inds. are.
We Can't Dance
The New Paradise shoot is not going well, to say the least.
For one thing, the new director can't remember their names, and even when he does, can't keep them straight, so when he yells at them, usually the only person doing something right stops immediately.
But that's practically never, because none of them seem to have done much right today, despite spending all morning with the choreographer. It's nothing new for Keita, who usually learns about half a routine before they tell him "oh sweetie, just sing and wink, they'll forget," but it turns out that Ryuichi and Ryohei did a sequence just a little too close to this when they were back in school, and Ryohei, who always takes the longest to memorize the order of the steps, did the turn before the shimmy so many times it reduced Daisuke-sensei to tears.
And even when they start the shooting, they have to keep stopping because the director claims they are too shiny and the lights from the freak bridge set are glaring off their foreheads.
"Stop sweating so much!" he hollers while the makeup girls run out and pat at their faces ineffectually.
"Do you know what these shirts are MADE OF?!" Ryuichi demands, slapping at a powder puff, and then they have to call a break while they get all the powder off the black outfits.
In the end, they have to give up and switch to doing the shots with the white outfits for the rest of the day, and at least Ryuichi and Ryohei finished working on the rap the night before, even if Ryohei needs some alone time with a can of pineapple juice before he can face the director again.
"There you go," Keita soothes, prying the can out of Ryohei's hand, because if he lets Ryuichi do it, their white shirts will all be covered in the juice, and they'll have to switch back to the red again, and nobody wants to do the red again today. Or ever.
Ryuichi does a cruelly accurate impression of the director's fluttering, nervous hand tic, and that gets Ryohei's swoon-inducing smile back on. It isn't quite panty-melting yet, but their manager says they're still learning, they have time.
But they just aren't on today, and it shows, and they know it shows, and their manager must know as well, because he practically hurls the quickly burned DVD of the day's footage at them before fleeing their hotel room at a dead run.
"Just put it in, get it over with," Ryohei sighs, as Kieta dangles the disc between two fingers in disgust. He snatches the remote off the table in between the beds and flips on the TV. A Takui video is on the music channel, which they had been watching that morning, and Keita hurriedly jams the disc into the machine, because if they watch their footage after anything that even approaches art, they will have to put the razor that Ryuichi bought on the pretense of becoming a man to a far more realistic use.
The beginning is them doing the routine in the black outfits, and then doing it again, and then again, and then again, and by the fifth time, when Keita and Ryuichi have both contracted Ryohei's ill-timed shimmy, Keita lets out a little wail of frustration and Ryuichi snatches the remote out of his hands to fast-forward to the other stuff.
They don't look any better dancing at 8x, although the director's flailing tantrum and the scattering of the makeup girls is pretty funny. The laughter dies down, however when they get to the stuff in the white outfits, which involves quite a bit of Ryohei and Ryuichi rapping alone in front of the blindingly-lit mirror-frame.
Ryohei makes a soft, pained noise at the first shot of him, then it switches to Ryuichi for a few minutes. When it returns to Ryohei, he actually shrieks. Keita and Ryuichi turn their heads to find Ryohei pressing both hands to his face.
"My NOSE!" he howls, voice muffled behind the hands that are hiding the offending appendage. "It's huge!"
"It isn't!" Keita says, but when he turns back, he has to admit that the glaring lights are catching it in a less-than-aesthetic manner. "Well…" Keita hums in the back of his throat a little, trying to soften the blow. "Ryuichi's doesn't really look much better."
"Hey!" Ryuichi punches Keita in the shoulder, but it's half-hearted because he is distracted, wincing at himself stumbling over his own feet in one take. There is another moment of silence before Ryuichi adds what they're all thinking. "This sucks."
"We suck," Ryohei adds, only it comes out more like "eeooo" with his hands pressed tightly to his nose and mouth.
Keita chews his lip, not willing to commit verbally to the truth. "We're just having an awkward stage." Ryuichi snorts and Ryohei clutches his nose harder, and Keita plows ahead. "No, really! We're all having growth spurts, look at my hands! They're like big pink spiders!"
It should be funny and they should all laugh, but they look at the screen, and it's just true. And it's kind of painful to watch.
"We'll just…" Keita sounds like he's asking, though, instead of reassuring. "We'll grow into them."
"What if we don't?" Ryohei mumbles. "What if we're growing out of…it?"
"It?" Keita blinks. "You mean…" He flutters a hand that encompasses all three of them, the hotel room, and Ryohei's nose on the TV screen. "…this?"
"If every shoot's going to be like this," Ryuichi says glumly, staring at the TV, "maybe we should tell them no. No more of this."
That strikes all three of them dead silent as they exchange stricken glances. No more of 'this' also means no more Ryuichi trying to teach them guitar chords, no more Ryohei spotting their shaky backbends, even no more Keita narrating their lives in commercial jingles ("Milk does Ryuichi's body go~od!" he'd sung that day at lunch and "oh god SHUT UP!" Ryuichi had answered while Ryohei snorted apple-cranberry juice up his nose).
But if things keep going like this…Keita sighs and takes the remote gently from Ryuichi's hand so he can turn the DVD off.
When the music station flips back on, they are faced with a very familiar red and white set, and the opening lines of "Feel the Fate" are coming out of the mouth of a fifteen-year-old Keita who has impossibly big eyes and even bigger earrings.
"Oh man," Ryuichi snickers, giving Keita's shoulder a shove with his own, "look at you! You couldn't dance at all!"
"You keep looking at my feet to see what the next move is!" Keita makes an outraged face and shoves Ryuichi back. "They wouldn't let you sing a single word! And none of us could dance!"
"I could dance," Ryohei protests, lowering his hands cautiously so they can understand him. They hang in the air near his neck, ready to cover his heinous schnoz at a moment's notice. He raises an eyebrow at Keita. "You couldn't even wink, you look like you have a nervous tic!"
And just like that, it's funny again, and when the shadowed hip-hop dancers appear on screen to cover the fact that they can barely handjive, all three of them crack up.
"We just had to sit there!" Keita laughs, pointing at the three of them, "and they gave us that basketball because we kept clapping out of rhythm!"
"Oh god, what are we doing?" Ryohei demands in horror as the camera flashes to him doing some sort of shoulder flail.
"I think it's called free-styling," Ryuichi suggests, and Keita lets out a snort that sets the other two off until they are all clutching their stomachs and sagging against each other, and Ryohei slips off the edge of the bed suddenly and lands hard on his butt, at which point Ryuichi starts laughing so hard that no sound is even coming out of his mouth, and when Keita reaches down to help Ryohei up between snorts, Ryohei grabs both their jean legs and yanks them crashing down as well.
"Ryo?" Keita asks when they are too sore to laugh anymore, and Ryohei's 'hmm' in reply makes Keita's head bounce a little where it rests on Ryohei's stomach. Ryuichi's elbow is digging into Keita's side, but in a sort of good way. "We'll make them cut the nose shots."
"What are you going to do, make them censor his head?" Ryuichi asks, but the soft, pleased noise that Ryohei makes is all that Keita is listening for.
*******
"The next one will be better," Keita promises as they wrap up the shoot and brace themselves to see the first edit, but he's eyeing their manager coldly as he says it, and the words are obviously not meant for Ryohei and Ryuichi.
They didn't cut the shot. If anything, the lights are brighter, the colors sharper as Ryohei raps, blissfully unaware of his nostrils' subversive flare.
Ryohei's hands fly up instinctively, but Ryuichi and Keita grab his wrists in mid-air, one on either side of Ryohei, and force his hands back to his lap before Ryohei can break his nose just so he can demand that they fix it the way he wants, like he did with those headphones in Another Days.
"Only the nose kno~ws," Keita sings under his breath as he exchanges a glance with Ryuichi, who rolls his eyes as he pulls the super-secret weapon, grape Fanta, out of one of his cargo pants' plentiful pockets and presses it into Ryohei's hands.
But they are done with those white outfits forever, so it doesn't matter when Ryohei snaps the top open without tapping it first and they all get sprayed right in the face.
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Date: 2006-02-23 01:42 pm (UTC)(and hey. hey, mouse.
YOU WROTE W-INDS. FIC.
HOW DOES IT FEEL.)
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Date: 2006-02-23 01:47 pm (UTC)I just saw some random profiles about the boys, and Ryohei's favorite quote was listed as "No! No! No!" WTF Ryohei XD
THERE HAD BETTER BE LOVE SHOWERING. THE SHIT I DO FOR YOU SERIOUSLY.
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Date: 2006-02-23 01:55 pm (UTC)Shame? Who needs it!
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Date: 2006-02-23 02:03 pm (UTC)Shame? Who needs it!
apparently, not me.
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Date: 2006-02-23 02:11 pm (UTC)am crawling up the walls just imagining itlike the idea of their hot sweaty sex -- I have no further to fall. It's much more fun to drag you down too! :))no subject
Date: 2006-02-23 01:59 pm (UTC)Ryohei's 'hmm' in reply makes Keita's head bounce a little where it rests on Ryohei's stomach. Ryuichi's elbow is digging into Keita's side, but in a sort of good way.
*GLEE*
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Date: 2006-02-23 02:02 pm (UTC)Er, i'm not sure where I was going with that story. My Greek kids in the summer do it.
Ryohei is so cute. I can't decide who I like best when I'm watching them, but I liked writing him best.
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Date: 2006-02-23 03:17 pm (UTC)It's nothing new for Kieta, who usually learns about half a routine before they tell him "oh sweetie, just sing and wink, they'll forget,"
XDD!! It's funny because it's true, omg. I hardly ever notice floppy hands or missed steps because I'm too busy telling myself it's inappropriate to get hot over a sixteen year old's rolling hips. :(( DOES THIS MAKE ME A BAD PERSON. :((
because if he lets Ryuichi do it, their white shirts will all be covered in the juice
"Just put it in, get it over with," Ryohei sighs
Nothing you say will convince me that these lines weren't written purely to torment. *writhes on the floor* REMIND ME WHY YOU WON'T WRITE EXPLICIT RPS THREESOME PORN.
Keita chews his lip, not willing to commit verbally to the truth. "We're just having an awkward stage." Ryuichi snorts and Ryohei clutches his nose harder, and Kieta plows ahead. "No, really! We're all having growth spurts, look at my hands! They're like big pink spiders!"
THIS IS THE CUTEST PARAGRAPH EVER. KEITA IS SUCH A BIG WOOBIE. And I am insanely jealous that you can just snap out a fic where each of the boys are instantly recognizable, even before they, uh, hit puberty (*SOUL DIES*) -- Ryohei is all anxious and SWEET OMG and then Ryuichi is totally a teenage boy, yet also such a heartbreaker, I just know he was the type who could break things from playing ball in the house but then he'd look so cutely at his feet when you were scolding him that you'd just melt. Your Ryuichi is exactly the Ryuichi who'll grow into the ma -- well, older boy we know now. AND KEITA. ♥ ♥ ♥ PLACATING ONE OF HIS BOYFRIENDS WITH JUICE. ♥ ♥ ♥ I firmly believe this should be in every w-inds. fic ever. Even at twenty, when Ryohei is having bad day, Keita passes him a can of juice and then they small at each other
and then Ryuichi pounces and there is sex. lots of it."It?" Kieta blinks. "You mean... " He flutters a hand that encompasses all three of them, the hotel room, and Ryohei's nose on the TV screen. "...this?"
Oh god! My heart! Why is doing the little tugging thing when I know damn good and well this doesn't happen!
No more of 'this' also means no more Ryuichi trying to teach them guitar chords, no more Ryohei spotting their shaky backbends, even no more Keita narrating their lives in commercial jingles
-- so Ryuichi teaches them where to put their hands, Ryohei helps them through the tough positions, and Keita's just a talker. *THUMBS UP* I APPROVE.
And just like that, it's funny again, and when the shadowed hip-hop dancers appear on screen to cover the fact that they can barely handjive, all three of them crack up.
*cracking up right with them* I love you. So, so much.
"Ryo?" Keita asks when they are too sore to laugh anymore, and Ryohei's 'hmm' in reply makes Keita's head bounce a little where it rests on Ryohei's stomach. Ryuichi's elbow is digging into Keita's side, but in a sort of good way. "We'll make them cut the nose shots."
"What are you going to do, make them censor his head?" Ryuichi asks, but the soft, pleased noise that Ryohei makes is all that Keita is listening for.
I would just like you to know, when I first read this, I squeed. Out loud. At a frighteningly high volume. YOU DO PRE-PRE-PRE SLASH SO WELL, MOUSE. And your mind is so in the gutter, I don't care WHAT you say, I know you're slowly falling to the depths of hell with the rest of us -- Keita's head bounces! Pointy things are where pointy things shouldn't rightfully be, but he likes it! SOFT, PLEASED NOISES. OMG. They are are all relaxed and comfortable and TOUCHING and alshak;sj. yes. :DDD!!!
But they are done with those white outfits forever, so it doesn't matter when Ryohei snaps the top open without tapping it first and they all get sprayed right in the face.
*BREAKS SOMETHING LAUGHING*
DO I EVEN NEED TO SAY IT.
*spams your journal some more*
Date: 2006-02-23 03:18 pm (UTC)Re: *spams your journal some more*
Date: 2006-02-23 04:15 pm (UTC)i have Love is Message stuck in my head while i'm trying to teach Latin jesuschrist! to quote Ryohei: "No! No! No!"
Re: *spams your journal some more*
Date: 2006-02-23 04:25 pm (UTC)Re: *spams your journal some more*
Date: 2006-02-23 04:28 pm (UTC)I'm not thinking at all about the blowjobability of Ryohei's pout NO NO NORe: *spams your journal some more*
Date: 2006-02-23 04:44 pm (UTC)Re: *spams your journal some more*
Date: 2006-02-23 11:27 pm (UTC)OMG, it's like I can see the final line and it's about to be crossed. Mousaperri-kun, think of the ple-teen boys!!!
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Date: 2006-02-24 12:10 am (UTC)Re: *spams your journal some more*
Date: 2006-02-26 02:14 pm (UTC)Re: *spams your journal some more*
Date: 2006-03-03 11:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-23 04:14 pm (UTC)NEVER EVER STOP OH MAN.
XDD!! It's funny because it's true, omg. I hardly ever notice floppy hands or missed steps because I'm too busy telling myself it's inappropriate to get hot over a sixteen year old's rolling hips. :(( DOES THIS MAKE ME A BAD PERSON. :((
only in the sense that this is exactly what the japanese pop industry is hoping you will do in response. and also, i think given our respective ages, it's A BILLION TIMES LESS CREEPY for YOU to do it RATHER THAN ME.
REMIND ME WHY YOU WON'T WRITE EXPLICIT RPS THREESOME PORN.
Because the picture that I have of Kabaji knitting proves to me that JAPANESE PEOPLE ARE READING MY FIC. "MOUSAPERRI IS HERE! HIDE THE PLE-TEEN BOYS!"
THIS IS THE CUTEST PARAGRAPH EVER. KEITA IS SUCH A BIG WOOBIE.
he IS. this is also indicative of the fact that when i watched Kirai Da and Love is Message, i thought they were hot and cool, but it wasn't until I watched their hysterically woobie 15-year-old selves fail utterly to dance that I totally fell in love. Watching people grow and change into better and hotter people is what all good fandoms are about! I love that I can see that, at some point, they obviously took hold and said "NO, there won't be random people, we can do it ourselves, and Ryohei will be breakdancing cause he can, and Ryuichi will be singing because he can, and dammit SOMEDAY KIETA WILL LEARN TO DANCE but for now he'll just wink panty-meltingly."
PLACATING ONE OF HIS BOYFRIENDS WITH JUICE. ♥ ♥ ♥ I firmly believe this should be in every w-inds. fic ever.
I UTTERLY AGREE YES. get on that. right now.
I would just like you to know, when I first read this, I squeed. Out loud. At a frighteningly high volume. YOU DO PRE-PRE-PRE SLASH SO WELL, MOUSE.
BWEE. Aw, you're so sweet. This is partially the result of looking at pictures of baby rats in floppy, cuddly piles for the last three weeks. Disturbingly, when I get new rats this weekend that spend all their time lounging around all over each other and wrestling in their hammock, i'm sure that the amount of cuddlefic will only increase.
And there's two beds in that hotel room, but they end up flopping all over the same one most of the time anyway.
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Date: 2006-02-23 04:43 pm (UTC)But, see! It's really not that bad! I mean, they're all grown up now, so when you're staring at their teenage selves "playing invisible guitar" (read: moving their hands in back-and-forth motions over their crotch while swaying from side to side), IT'S REALLY JUST LIKE YOU'RE PERVING OVER ANCIENT HISTORY. AND NO ONE GETS IN TROUBLE FOR THAT, DO THEY?
I love that I can see that, at some point, they obviously took hold and said "NO, there won't be random people, we can do it ourselves, and Ryohei will be breakdancing cause he can, and Ryuichi will be singing because he can, and dammit SOMEDAY KIETA WILL LEARN TO DANCE but for now he'll just wink panty-meltingly."
Hee! That is beautiful!
YOU SHOULD FIC IT.w-inds: They Can't Get No Satisfaction.Actually, speaking of which, you've read that huge hundred-something question inteview, right? Where Ryuichi says he likes the Beatles? HOW MUCH COOLER CAN ONE PERSON GET. ♥ ♥ ♥ I'm just surprised there hasn't been a million songfics already. I AM THE WALRUS IS TOTALLY A JAPANESE BOYBAND SENTIMENT, C'MON.
And "She Loves You" is obviously talking about Keita.
Ryohei is Day Tripper.
*waits for you to agree with my brilliance*
(ps: omg rats! I demand pictures! and also Jiroh fic. they'll be the perfect inspiration.)
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Date: 2006-02-23 06:32 pm (UTC)Well holy hell, i hope not, or Achilles and Patroclus are going to have some words for me when i get to the underworld.
w-inds.: They Can't Get No Satisfaction.
*DIES*
Actually, speaking of which, you've read that huge hundred-something question inteview, right? Where Ryuichi says he likes the Beatles? HOW MUCH COOLER CAN ONE PERSON GET. ♥ ♥ ♥ I'm just surprised there hasn't been a million songfics already. I AM THE WALRUS IS TOTALLY A JAPANESE BOYBAND SENTIMENT, C'MON.
*DIES MORE* for serious, I loved how into the Beatles he was. Some of those questions were hysterical, like "what would you do if the girl you liked liked the other band members more" and he was all "give up". *cuddles him* I love Ryuichi's long hair soso much. Uhm, but no head shaving. What the hell was that interview about? XD
There will be rat pictures! don't you worry. I'm getting the boys on Sunday night. I might end up with three or four. er. HYOUTEI RATS! "Be awed by Ore-sama's adorable belly. and then give it scratchies." Sara: "Usu."
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Date: 2006-02-23 06:45 pm (UTC)Dude, and Ryohei. Ryohei is possessive. He was asked, like, "would you let your girlfriend hang out with her ex, if she said they were just friends?" and Ryohei was all "no!" (-- no! no!), and then there were some other questions I forget because I'm lame, but he really came across as easily jealous. I LOVE IT. :)) This, this right here, is how you can tell you're head over heels: traits that should make you hate them, instead they make you coo. But it's just so sweet! Ryohei, baby, if I can have you, I don't need to hang out with an ex. ♥
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Date: 2006-03-03 11:16 pm (UTC)much sexpossessive and over-protective and CUTE it just drives me crazy 8D;;no subject
Date: 2006-02-23 11:25 pm (UTC)HI BABY. DON'T YOU KNOW ME. I NEED SUPER LOVER TONIGHT.
Date: 2006-02-26 02:12 pm (UTC)only you kind of spelt Keita's name wrong on several occasions but HEY WHO CARES!
*SHRIEKS IN DELIGHT*
THIS IS SO CUTE. ARGH. AND I DEMAND TO KNOW WHAT IS WRONG WITH RYOHEI'S NOSE? IT IS A PERFECTLY BEAUTIFUL NOSE.
AND I LOVE THE DIALOGUE AND THEIR INTERACTION AND OMG *MEMORIES AND BOOKMARKS AND WORSHIPS*
LOVE.
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Date: 2006-03-03 07:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-03 08:23 am (UTC)Omg. Again, too much love for words - there were so many cute and amusing parts to this fic, if I were to quote favourite lines I'd just end up copy-pasting nearly the whole thing into comments. XDD So adorable! I love this kind of relationship you portray between them all, where they're all cute and innocent and comfortable and just.. yeah. I think I should just go back to flailing at you helplessly in the hope you'll write MORE PLEASE. 8D
Ok, actually I have to quote this one line at you:
"We just had to sit there!" Keita laughs, pointing at the three of them, "and they gave us that basketball because we kept clapping out of rhythm!"
Because I actually laughed out loud at that, the thought of it. XDD
...Ok. Ok. *FLAILS* ♥!
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Date: 2006-03-03 04:14 pm (UTC)^_^
I laughed hard through the entire thing.
Thanks!
<3
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Date: 2006-03-19 03:39 am (UTC)