JE Kiss Drabblethon!

[mousapelli]

Now that the whole birthday thing is over and posted, I thought I'd share the prompts that I had so much fun with over the course of the month, so that you can have fun with them too!

So, I present:

The JE Kiss Drabblethon!

The Prompts

1. hello kiss
2. goodbye kiss
3. first kiss
4. good luck kiss
5. kiss on the cheek
6. happy birthday kiss
7. true love's kiss
8. congratulations kiss
9. I'm sorry kiss
10. surprise kiss
11. morning after kiss
12. drunk kiss
13. goodnight kiss
14. good morning kiss
15. kiss and make it better
16. French kiss
17. new year's kiss
18. melty kiss
19. kiss under the mistletoe
20. kiss on the hand
21. sealed with a kiss
22. kiss on the forehead
23. I forgive you kiss
24. welcome home kiss
25. blown kiss
26. screen kiss

One to grow on: Pick any kind of kiss I've forgotten!


How to Play
1. Pick a prompt
2. Choose your favorite JE pairing
3. Write a drabble/ficlet/fic/haiku/etc which hopefully involves people enacting the particular sort of kiss that you chose
4. Give it a pretentious title from some song lyrics (optional BUT MOUSIE DOES IT)
5. Post in the comments


I'll post a sum-up of everything that's occurred in about a week.

Feel free to pimp this! All comers are welcome!

Comments

I should really be working but... incoherent drabble!

[beleidigung.livejournal.com]

Touchstone [not a song title but even more pretentious]

The party is winding down, with people either trickling home or to a back room in twos and threes. He spots Kame, passed out on Jin's couch, curled up like a puppy with his head resting on Jin's jacket. He flops down next to him, careful not to sit on his hair, dyed the color of cheap tea.

It's getting long again, the slightly less drunk part of his brain observes. Jin sort of wishes that Kame would go back to the sporty, black, bowl-cut from when they first met. Or well, no, management would probably perm his hair and dye it pink to balance KAT-TUN out.

He's really glad Kame came tonight, even if Kame was too drunk to stand by the end of the first hour. Its his party, and Jin wants everyone he loves in the world to be here. He muses with a protective, soft focus affection. Like the first time his mother let him hold Reiho, warning him to be careful of the squishy soft spot on the top of his head.

"Maaa, I love you, Kazuya," he mumbles, punching Kame in the arm, or well he meant to but glances off and hits him in the collarbone instead. "You're like family, just can't shake you. You just..." Jin seems to trail off for a moment. "You're always there, yelling at me and fighting with me," Jin hits his dopey philosophical drunk phase. "You and me, we're connected even when we don't want to be. Important to me, to who I am. You're home..."

Kame grumbles and shifts in his sleep. Jin should call Koki or someone to come pick him up, but he sits there instead watching the fluttering rise and fall of Kame's chest until he falls asleep too.

-

Kame opens his eyes and mutters, "...okay, okay, Jin." His voice is tired, and sad, and so completely serious that it would terrify Jin if he were awake to hear it. But he's not. and that's why Kame said it at all. He rolls off the couch without disturbing Jin and lays the jacket on top of the sleeping idiot. The smell of stale beer, sweat and cigarettes permeated the couch, clinging to his skin long afer he stands up.

"You're going to reek in the morning, Bakanishi," Kame chides, flicking some of Jin's hair off his forehead. A quick, reflexive glance around the room, but the only people left are the ones passed out drunk in dark corners. And Kame leans down to press a dry kiss to Jin's forehead.

When Jin wakes up, with the hangover from hell and a trashed apartment, he'll only half-remember the sound of a door closing behind someone.

Re: I should really be working but... incoherent drabble!

[mousapelli.livejournal.com]

AWWWWWW. Why is all the good akame so sad?! This is really a sweet read, Jin being a sappy drunk and Kame being a serious one. Thanks for posting this.

Feel free to do any others you like~

my teeth are melting.

[procreational.livejournal.com]

I felt bad for you and your non-fic in this general area so, you know. Being such a kind person and all.

you can wander if you want to

Shoon's had a lifetime to be a big brother, first to Reon, then to Ya-Ya-yah (and any unfortunate surrounding juniors), then to whoever needed it when there wasn't a Ya-Ya-yah anymore. He had figured it wouldn't make a difference; after all, they split up junior groups all the time. But Hikaru and Yabu get older and much more mature, and soon they don't need Shoon as a big brother anyways. It's almost disconcerting to see Yabu, who used to cling to his arm and cry because he was scared of sharks, scold Chinen (albeit lightly) for distracting Yuto and Yamada during dance practice.

It's even more disconcerting to see Hikaru offer advice and comfort to poor Okamoto-kun when he's upset for some reason or another (though Shoon's not really sure if Hikaru's advice made the situation better or worse).

"It's weird, isn't it," he tries to bring up casually one day when they're all getting ready for Shounen Club.

"Well, we all knew you couldn't have been our big brother forever," Yabu answers just as casually, and it hurts Shoon in his overly-protective-big-brother heart when Hikaru hums an agreement.

Yabu pats his head silently when he walks out because he's been taller than Shoon for a long time now, and Hikaru flashes him a dorky thumbs up, patting his head affectionately as well. "Now we can take care of you, because we're your senpai!"

Shoon only shoots him an entirely incredulous look, before smoothing down a stray strand of hair. Hikaru makes a face, but Yabu snickers quietly.

"Good luck," Shoon says softly, smiling. He's proud of them after all. As if the thought had just occurred to him, he puts a hand on Hikaru's shoulder for leverage and plants a chaste kiss on Hikaru's cheek.

"Ew," Hikaru complains, but there's no heat behind his words, especially not when he ducks his head in embarrassed pride. "I'm not twelve or something, Shoon!"

"That's true," Shoon says, frowning, and before even he realizes what he's doing, he's leaning over and brushing his lips over a surprised Hikaru's. Fighting back a blush and a million blithering excuses, Shoon stammers out, "Well, you're not twelve anymore, right?"

Hikaru's still kind of speechless in shock, so it's up to Yabu to pinch him, earning a hiss and a stomp on his foot. While Hikaru rubs his sore shoulder, glaring at Yabu angrily, Yabu steps forward to press his lips against Shoon's, lingering long enough that Shoon's head is swimming when Yabu leans back, a satisfied smile on his lips.

"Good luck kiss," Yabu says, and winks at Shoon, pulling Hikaru out with him.

Re: my teeth are melting.

[mousapelli.livejournal.com]

Yes, I can't say I'm pleased about this particular turnout.

But AWWW, thank you for writing! And Ya-Ya-yah too! I have absolutely no doubt that Shoon and Yabu have a deep-seated disagreement about exactly who the senpai is at this point.

It's totally disconcerting to see Yabu and Hikaru be the big brothers. MY UPSIDE DOWN WORLD, LET ME SHOW YOU IT. But yes! threeway kissing! and good luck! These three are totally adorable.

Thanks so much for posting something!

[rainymemories.livejournal.com]

I'm surprised the turnout is so low. =/ I had some ideas but none really actually fleshed up so fjdslkfj, this was the only one. The song title has nothing to do with the fic except that I'm listening to it now.

Wake me up before you Go-Go

All one could hear was the sound of magazine pages being flipped. The air was still, the air conditioner turned off to conserve energy and there was nothing moving in the room except the magazine and the single living being of Nishikido Ryo.

There was a knock at the door, and Ryo barely looked up. “Hm?” he mumbled.

The door opened and in came Yasuda Shota. “Ryo-chan!”

Ryo did not even look up but kept flipping the magazine, looking at the pictures.

Shota sat down next to the younger man to see what he was perusing. “What are you reading?” he asked.

“Foreign magazine,” Ryo replied nonchalantly.

“Ah,” Shota said as if that explained everything. “Leah Dizon?”

Ryo looked up and glared at the blonde male.

Shota giggled. “Ryo-chan!” he said putting his chin in his hands. “You don’t have to get mad.”

Ryo turned to look at the older male and after a few moments put his magazine down and closed it. He turned his head to his side, debating what to do but then on instinct, kissed Yasu on the mouth, surprising the guitarist.

Shota was flustered slightly but smiled. “I don’t think I look Leah Dizon much,” he said cheekily.

Ryo had the urge to backhand Shota but decided against it. “Shut up and just kiss me,” he said leaning in again.

[swtcamden.livejournal.com]

Ah, well, that is a great song.

I'm glad you ended up writing a drabble! Yay! I like. :D

I actually have one written, but I'm waiting for it to be betaed. I don't have enough guts to post it otherwise.

[mousapelli.livejournal.com]

lol, this is totally cute! of course Ryo would get flustered over his foreign magazines.

Thanks for posting!

[swtcamden.livejournal.com]

Sorry this took so long. But I finally got it finished. As a warning, this is my very first JE fic ever, so please don't hurt me if it's bad.

Daijoubu

“You have an eyelash… here.”

Hand reaching out in front of him, Aiba gently removed the stray lash and then turned his gaze to the striking pair of eyes peering back at him. Drawn to their intensity, Aiba faltered, unable to back away.

Confusion growing on Jun’s face, his back was slammed forcefully against the wall as a pair of legs hooked around his waist, the weight of another bearing down on him. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around Aiba as his heartbeat began to race.

Aiba, responding quickly in turn, smiled briefly before his lips met Jun’s. With the warmth of each other’s kiss, they deepened their embrace, drowning in the moment. As Aiba’s fingers migrated up into Jun’s hair, Jun tightened his hold, hands caressing Aiba’s lower back.

“Daijoubu?”

“Hmm?” Finding himself standing in front of Jun again, Aiba shook his head in disbelief, slowly realizing that it had all been in his head.

“Daijoubu?” Jun repeated.

Grinning sheepishly, Aiba nodded and replied, “Yeah.”

[rainymemories.livejournal.com]

♥♥♥♥♥♥

[mousapelli.livejournal.com]

aw, thanks for posting! I think this is really cute and sweet, and I love the trick of Aiba's imagination. It's a great job for your first JE fic. I hope to see you write more!

[swtcamden.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I'm glad you liked it! I actually have another Aiba/Jun fanfic started due to a friend's request, so we'll see how that turns out when I get that done. Thanks for holding the drabblethon, too!

A Real Master leaves no Surprises

[swtjemz.livejournal.com]

uhhh...this really sucks. Sorry. I wrote it super fast and forgot to post it until today. <3

Title: A Real Master Leaves No Surpises
Pairing:Yoko/Jin
Kiss: Surprise Kiss

~*~*~*~

The atmosphere between them had always been easy and lively. Jin was still one of those eager Tokyo kids that was hungry for fame and acceptance to Yoko. Nevermind that Jin grew into a more self-assured, young heartthrob. He was still eager in different ways. Eager to do things his way and still very brash. Yoko liked that about Jin.

So when they had to dress up in drag (again), there was very little complaint other than Taguchi thinking the brown dress was too dark for him and really, did the blue dress make him look fat?

Yoko assured Taguchi that the blue dress only made his ass look bigger and that was a good thing, really, since he had nothing on top to really talk about. Jin, on the other hand, looked good in the brown dress. Yoko even approved of Jin's hands cupping the bra, watching him sneak his cell phone into the other cup to play with whenever they were waiting to film.

As they sat around the film set, Yoko felt it was his duty to loosen up his co-stars. After a friendly ribbing of Taguchi's matching blue makeup and his increased skills in preening, Yoko relaxed on the couch next to Jin, their bare shoulders rubbing gently. Jin was playing with the strands of his long, brown wig, waiting patiently as the makeup girl touched up his eyeliner.

Yoko thought it was unfair that Jin looked completely comfortable in his dress. He shifted slightly, grumbling under his breath about garter belts and the stupid lace on his thigh-high hosiery biting into his skin.

They cracked a few jokes before Yoko, never one to sit around and think when he could do something or talk about it, leaned over and quickly pressed a soft kiss against Jin's lips. Jin looked really hot right before that moment, with his eyes sparkling and his face relaxed. Yoko sat back, refusing to acknowledge his reddening cheeks when Jin just stared at him, fingers pressed to his lips.

Jin winked at him. "After this shot, I'll show you what real kissing is like."

Yoko grinned. This time, he was eager to see how Jin's ways up close and personal. "Miroku, I look forward to the challenge."

12. Drunk..... well, it isn't very good, but XD;

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