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jigglypuffThe rest of the drabble requests! :D
I don't really have any comments for these. It's early!
Title: Hand-Eye Coordination
Characters/Pairings: Mello/Matt
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Mello’s more important than that videogame, dammit!
Warnings: Language, boy-kissing
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from Death Note; this is just for entertainment.
Requested by:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
novembermond
Matt’s eyes were transfixed on the bright LCD screen of his handheld game. He had been playing for the past three hours – or so he thought, he actually lost count -, determined to beat his game now that Mello had finally agreed to a day-off from the chase to catch Kira and his personal race against Near.
He was almost to the end of his Mario game; just two more levels and he’d finally be finished…
“Will you put that game down, already!?” A boot-clad foot violently connected with Matt’s hand and the device slipped out of his grip; the music stopped playing to the tiny tune signifying Mario’s death.
“…I was almost to the end, Mello.” Matt numbly stated, still frozen in the same position.
“And?” Mello huffed and nudged Matt’s hand, again. Actually, more like kicking. “You’ve been playing that damn thing all day! If this was all you wanted a day-off for, then forget about getting another one anytime soon.”
“What the hell’s got you so pissy?” Matt slumped back into the worn chair, realizing that it may be a while before he can go pick his game up, again.
“Nothing’s got me pissy!” Mello gave him another hard kick, but to the shin this time before settling back on the coffee table he was sitting on. “I’m fucking tired of watching you do the same thing.”
Matt let out a small sigh. “No, you’re pissed because you have nothing to do and you’re gonna make me suffer for it.” He droned, ignoring the growls Mello let out when he had hit the mark. He turned his gaze onto Mello and smiled. “Am I right?”
In a flash of blond hair, black leather, and a savage sound, a pair of lips crashed onto Matt’s. Their teeth clinked together and Matt thought he tasted blood.
Mello pulled back just enough to sneer at Matt’s expression, his lips ghosting over the other’s. “Now I’ve found something to do.” And he continued to finish what he’d started.
Title: Falling Asleep
Characters/Pairings: Cless/Chester
Rating: PG
Summary: It was far too early for a nap!
Warnings: clichés, fluff, pre-game
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from Tales of Phantasia; this is just for entertainment.
Quick Note: I actually can’t believe how much of this game I forgot. It’s been way too many years. D: I’m sorry Tokiya, but this may not be exactly what you were hoping for??? This was kind of inspired by a similar past experience.
Requested by:sesshy_is_sexii
“Gruuu…I’m never going to eat so much, again. What was mom thinking!?” Cless swayed as tried to stand upright. His body felt heavy from all the recently ingested food. He could already feel a post-meal nap starting to overtake and cloud his senses.
But it was far too early to sleep, he’d rather go hunting with Chester than go to sleep just yet.
Cless felt a hand clamp onto his shoulder and he turned to meet the curious stare of his best friend. Heh, speak of the devil.
“Are you okay, Cless?” Chester tentatively asked, craning his neck to examine – what Cless assumed – his face for signs of illness.
“’m fine. Jus’ tired…” He knew his words sounded slurred and drunk, but all the needed to do was get out and find themselves some boars and the good ole adrenaline would kick in. He propped himself up against a tree (How long ago did he wander into the Southern Forest?) and tried to muster up the best challenging look his energy would allow. “Up for a hunt?”
Chester quirked an eyebrow at the question. “Are you sure you’re up for that? You look like you’re about to – Cless!!!”
Cless had slumped forward onto Chester, knocking both of them to the brush-laden ground.
“…maybe just a little nap.” Cless mumbled and shifted his position so he was practically straddling Chester with his arms draped around Chester’s shoulders.
“Wait, Cless—“ Chester stiffened and felt the heat rise to his cheeks. He then sighed – face bright pink – and wrapped his arms around Cless’s waist. “…what an idiot.”
Title: Good Etiquette
Characters/Pairings: Takada/Misa
Rating: light R
Summary: Takada demonstrates good manners to Misa
Warnings: Citrus
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from Death Note; this is just for entertainment.
Requested by:dopeangel
What a vulgar woman!
Takada Kiyomi was having a hard time believing Light could even stand being around such an uncouth girl. If her loud and obnoxious personality didn’t grate on him, then her sheer gal of presentation must! Leaving so little to the imagination and now her slouching in her chair with elbows on the table!? This was just too much to bear.
“Amane-san…” Kiyomi began in a patient voice, swiping her napkin over her lips – just in case – and quickly cleared her throat to make sure she had gotten Misa’s attention. “You should really try sitting up; it’s unfitting for a lady to slouch.”
“Hmm? Really?” Misa grinned mischievously and slouched lower in her chair. “Misa doesn’t care! She sits how she likes!” She bit back, sticking out her tongue for good measure.
Kiyomi bit the inside of her cheek in irritation. How childish. “But wouldn’t you think a gentleman like Light would appreciate better manners?” She suggested, sure not forgetting to leave a toxic bite to her tone.
Misa slouched further. “Because Light is a gentleman, he doesn’t care, either!”
Releasing her cheek from more damage, Kiyomi stood gracefully from her chair. “Really…” She started exasperatedly and moved round Misa’s chair.
Kiyomi let her hands grasp around Misa’s slender waist – ignoring the squeak Misa let out – and firmly, but gently guided her back up into her chair, properly. She pulled Misa’s elbows off the table and placed them in Misa’s lap.
She became a little more daring and leaned forward so her lips touched Misa’s neck and her hands sliding up Misa’s body. Her elegant fingers caressed creamy thighs, brushing up lightly over her crotch and up through her torso; landing on ample breasts.
Misa took a sharp intake of air through her nose as Kiyomi’s hands moved back over her breasts to her shoulders. Her back stiffened and Kiyomi pulled back, returning to her own seat.
“…that is how a lady should sit.”
Misa flushed and pouted at Kiyomi, while Kiyomi smiled and continued her meal.
Title: Cooking Lessons
Characters/Pairings: Aragaki Shinjiro + Yamagishi Fuuka
Rating: G
Summary: Fuuka just can’t make her tamagoyaki right.
Warnings: OoC, maybe.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from Persona 3; this is just for entertainment.
Quick Note: Tamagoyaki = egg omelet
Requested by:ariyashima
“Aww…it still tastes awful…I knew it.” Fuuka’s shoulders dropped, defeatedly, as she trashed her third attempt at tamagoyaki. This time, she had overcooked some of the egg – the middle was still runny – and added way too much soy sauce, again. “I thought I got it right, this time.”
Fuuka sighed dejectedly and pulled another handful of eggs out of the refrigerator, completely oblivious to the figure of Aragaki Shinjiro walking through the door.
Shinjiro blinked at the small girl bustling around the kitchen, pulling a bunch of green onions from where her things lay. He breathed in, but gagged. “Wh-what’s that smell?”
Fuuka jumped, turned, and flushed. “A-Aragaki-senpai!” She stammered and hurried over to where Shinjiro was standing. “What are you doing here?”
Looking around and trying to find the source of the foul stench, Shinjiro explained in a pre occupied voice, “I wanted some food, of course.”
“O-of course! I should’ve known…” Fuuka turned even redder from embarrassment.
Shinjiro shoved his hands in his pockets. “Yeah…” He took another quick look around and then shifted uncomfortably. “What were you doing…?”
“Oh! Ah…” Fuuka fidgeted and glanced back to her workspace. “…I was trying to make tamagoyaki.”
“I see…I take it you’re having trouble, huh.” It wasn’t a question, it was very obvious Fuuka didn’t know what she was doing. Shinjiro walked to where all the ingredients waited.
Fuuka flushed deeper and followed. “S-sort of…” She admitted, glancing back to the trash can where her failure lurked. “B-but I bought all the ingredients I’ve been using! So, I’m not wasting anything of the Dorm’s.” She frantically added when Shinjiro started looking down at the counter.
Shinjiro shrugged. “Not like I’d care.” He said, simply. He picked up the half-empty soy sauce bottle and turned back to Fuuka. “…how many times have you tried?”
“On-only three.”
“You’re using way too much soy sauce. Two teaspoons should be just fine unless you want to kill everyone with salt.” Shinjiro dropped the bottle back onto the counter and then looked to the leftover green onions. “Those should be cut smaller,” pointing to them, “ and added before you fold the egg over or they’ll burn.”
He strode over to the heating frying pan and turned down the flame. He turned back to Fuuka who was gaping. “The heat was too high.” Was his brief explanation as Shinjiro began to walk out of the kitchen.
“Senpai…you know how to cook?” Fuuka breathed.
Shinjiro shrugged again. “…a little.” And continued for the lounge.
Fuuka moved quickly, catching Shinjiro before he left. “Wait, senpai! Weren’t you hungry?”
He stopped and looked back. “…tamagoyaki sounds good. Tell me when it’s done.” Shoving his hands back into his pockets, Shinjiro walked out as his underclassman cheerily got to work.
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gekkoukanhigh, mellomatt, & death_eyes because, again, I just like to whore.
I don't really have any comments for these. It's early!
Title: Hand-Eye Coordination
Characters/Pairings: Mello/Matt
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Mello’s more important than that videogame, dammit!
Warnings: Language, boy-kissing
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from Death Note; this is just for entertainment.
Requested by:
novembermondMatt’s eyes were transfixed on the bright LCD screen of his handheld game. He had been playing for the past three hours – or so he thought, he actually lost count -, determined to beat his game now that Mello had finally agreed to a day-off from the chase to catch Kira and his personal race against Near.
He was almost to the end of his Mario game; just two more levels and he’d finally be finished…
“Will you put that game down, already!?” A boot-clad foot violently connected with Matt’s hand and the device slipped out of his grip; the music stopped playing to the tiny tune signifying Mario’s death.
“…I was almost to the end, Mello.” Matt numbly stated, still frozen in the same position.
“And?” Mello huffed and nudged Matt’s hand, again. Actually, more like kicking. “You’ve been playing that damn thing all day! If this was all you wanted a day-off for, then forget about getting another one anytime soon.”
“What the hell’s got you so pissy?” Matt slumped back into the worn chair, realizing that it may be a while before he can go pick his game up, again.
“Nothing’s got me pissy!” Mello gave him another hard kick, but to the shin this time before settling back on the coffee table he was sitting on. “I’m fucking tired of watching you do the same thing.”
Matt let out a small sigh. “No, you’re pissed because you have nothing to do and you’re gonna make me suffer for it.” He droned, ignoring the growls Mello let out when he had hit the mark. He turned his gaze onto Mello and smiled. “Am I right?”
In a flash of blond hair, black leather, and a savage sound, a pair of lips crashed onto Matt’s. Their teeth clinked together and Matt thought he tasted blood.
Mello pulled back just enough to sneer at Matt’s expression, his lips ghosting over the other’s. “Now I’ve found something to do.” And he continued to finish what he’d started.
Title: Falling Asleep
Characters/Pairings: Cless/Chester
Rating: PG
Summary: It was far too early for a nap!
Warnings: clichés, fluff, pre-game
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from Tales of Phantasia; this is just for entertainment.
Quick Note: I actually can’t believe how much of this game I forgot. It’s been way too many years. D: I’m sorry Tokiya, but this may not be exactly what you were hoping for??? This was kind of inspired by a similar past experience.
Requested by:
sesshy_is_sexii“Gruuu…I’m never going to eat so much, again. What was mom thinking!?” Cless swayed as tried to stand upright. His body felt heavy from all the recently ingested food. He could already feel a post-meal nap starting to overtake and cloud his senses.
But it was far too early to sleep, he’d rather go hunting with Chester than go to sleep just yet.
Cless felt a hand clamp onto his shoulder and he turned to meet the curious stare of his best friend. Heh, speak of the devil.
“Are you okay, Cless?” Chester tentatively asked, craning his neck to examine – what Cless assumed – his face for signs of illness.
“’m fine. Jus’ tired…” He knew his words sounded slurred and drunk, but all the needed to do was get out and find themselves some boars and the good ole adrenaline would kick in. He propped himself up against a tree (How long ago did he wander into the Southern Forest?) and tried to muster up the best challenging look his energy would allow. “Up for a hunt?”
Chester quirked an eyebrow at the question. “Are you sure you’re up for that? You look like you’re about to – Cless!!!”
Cless had slumped forward onto Chester, knocking both of them to the brush-laden ground.
“…maybe just a little nap.” Cless mumbled and shifted his position so he was practically straddling Chester with his arms draped around Chester’s shoulders.
“Wait, Cless—“ Chester stiffened and felt the heat rise to his cheeks. He then sighed – face bright pink – and wrapped his arms around Cless’s waist. “…what an idiot.”
Title: Good Etiquette
Characters/Pairings: Takada/Misa
Rating: light R
Summary: Takada demonstrates good manners to Misa
Warnings: Citrus
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from Death Note; this is just for entertainment.
Requested by:
dopeangelWhat a vulgar woman!
Takada Kiyomi was having a hard time believing Light could even stand being around such an uncouth girl. If her loud and obnoxious personality didn’t grate on him, then her sheer gal of presentation must! Leaving so little to the imagination and now her slouching in her chair with elbows on the table!? This was just too much to bear.
“Amane-san…” Kiyomi began in a patient voice, swiping her napkin over her lips – just in case – and quickly cleared her throat to make sure she had gotten Misa’s attention. “You should really try sitting up; it’s unfitting for a lady to slouch.”
“Hmm? Really?” Misa grinned mischievously and slouched lower in her chair. “Misa doesn’t care! She sits how she likes!” She bit back, sticking out her tongue for good measure.
Kiyomi bit the inside of her cheek in irritation. How childish. “But wouldn’t you think a gentleman like Light would appreciate better manners?” She suggested, sure not forgetting to leave a toxic bite to her tone.
Misa slouched further. “Because Light is a gentleman, he doesn’t care, either!”
Releasing her cheek from more damage, Kiyomi stood gracefully from her chair. “Really…” She started exasperatedly and moved round Misa’s chair.
Kiyomi let her hands grasp around Misa’s slender waist – ignoring the squeak Misa let out – and firmly, but gently guided her back up into her chair, properly. She pulled Misa’s elbows off the table and placed them in Misa’s lap.
She became a little more daring and leaned forward so her lips touched Misa’s neck and her hands sliding up Misa’s body. Her elegant fingers caressed creamy thighs, brushing up lightly over her crotch and up through her torso; landing on ample breasts.
Misa took a sharp intake of air through her nose as Kiyomi’s hands moved back over her breasts to her shoulders. Her back stiffened and Kiyomi pulled back, returning to her own seat.
“…that is how a lady should sit.”
Misa flushed and pouted at Kiyomi, while Kiyomi smiled and continued her meal.
Title: Cooking Lessons
Characters/Pairings: Aragaki Shinjiro + Yamagishi Fuuka
Rating: G
Summary: Fuuka just can’t make her tamagoyaki right.
Warnings: OoC, maybe.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from Persona 3; this is just for entertainment.
Quick Note: Tamagoyaki = egg omelet
Requested by:
ariyashima“Aww…it still tastes awful…I knew it.” Fuuka’s shoulders dropped, defeatedly, as she trashed her third attempt at tamagoyaki. This time, she had overcooked some of the egg – the middle was still runny – and added way too much soy sauce, again. “I thought I got it right, this time.”
Fuuka sighed dejectedly and pulled another handful of eggs out of the refrigerator, completely oblivious to the figure of Aragaki Shinjiro walking through the door.
Shinjiro blinked at the small girl bustling around the kitchen, pulling a bunch of green onions from where her things lay. He breathed in, but gagged. “Wh-what’s that smell?”
Fuuka jumped, turned, and flushed. “A-Aragaki-senpai!” She stammered and hurried over to where Shinjiro was standing. “What are you doing here?”
Looking around and trying to find the source of the foul stench, Shinjiro explained in a pre occupied voice, “I wanted some food, of course.”
“O-of course! I should’ve known…” Fuuka turned even redder from embarrassment.
Shinjiro shoved his hands in his pockets. “Yeah…” He took another quick look around and then shifted uncomfortably. “What were you doing…?”
“Oh! Ah…” Fuuka fidgeted and glanced back to her workspace. “…I was trying to make tamagoyaki.”
“I see…I take it you’re having trouble, huh.” It wasn’t a question, it was very obvious Fuuka didn’t know what she was doing. Shinjiro walked to where all the ingredients waited.
Fuuka flushed deeper and followed. “S-sort of…” She admitted, glancing back to the trash can where her failure lurked. “B-but I bought all the ingredients I’ve been using! So, I’m not wasting anything of the Dorm’s.” She frantically added when Shinjiro started looking down at the counter.
Shinjiro shrugged. “Not like I’d care.” He said, simply. He picked up the half-empty soy sauce bottle and turned back to Fuuka. “…how many times have you tried?”
“On-only three.”
“You’re using way too much soy sauce. Two teaspoons should be just fine unless you want to kill everyone with salt.” Shinjiro dropped the bottle back onto the counter and then looked to the leftover green onions. “Those should be cut smaller,” pointing to them, “ and added before you fold the egg over or they’ll burn.”
He strode over to the heating frying pan and turned down the flame. He turned back to Fuuka who was gaping. “The heat was too high.” Was his brief explanation as Shinjiro began to walk out of the kitchen.
“Senpai…you know how to cook?” Fuuka breathed.
Shinjiro shrugged again. “…a little.” And continued for the lounge.
Fuuka moved quickly, catching Shinjiro before he left. “Wait, senpai! Weren’t you hungry?”
He stopped and looked back. “…tamagoyaki sounds good. Tell me when it’s done.” Shoving his hands back into his pockets, Shinjiro walked out as his underclassman cheerily got to work.
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