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FIC - Speculate [Subassan]
Today was a drowsy day, so I present a DROWSY DRABBLE! One of three, so far. Next up is either TegoMass or Takki/Tsubasa.
I LOVE YOU, SUBARU. ♥!!!
*skips off*
Title: Speculate
Rating: PG
Pairing: Subaru/Yasu
Summary: Before Yasu can step out of the shirt (as he looks tempted to try), Subaru invites himself to play touch tester.
Subaru tried on three shirts, dismissed all of them and now focuses on hindering Yasu. He stands next to the mirror, swiping clawed fingers at and pretending to bite Yasu’s reflection. Yasu cheerfully retaliates with a projectile belt or hat, each of which Subaru dons solemnly before continuing his mission of torment. By the ten minute mark, he’s wearing six belt-necklaces, three hats stacked on top of each other and a tartan scarf knotted around his bicep. He’s planning on catching the next hat with his head like a ring-toss.
Yasu’s current shirt looks soft, if eccentrically tailored. When Yasu pulls on the collar, it drops off his shoulder. It would probably slide right off Subaru altogether. Still, the fabric looks expensive, like silk. When Yasu lifts and drops the hem experimentally, the shirt ripples like it’s melting.
That’s too much to resist. Before Yasu can step out of the shirt (as he looks tempted to try), Subaru invites himself to play touch tester. He skims his hands down Yasu’s back, feeling the fabric cling hot and smooth to his palms. Yasu laughs, and Subaru grins. He flicks the shirt up and rests his hands on Yasu’s hips, his chin on Yasu’s shoulder. Yasu copies his position. His fingers squeeze Subaru’s hips, his throat vibrating with an absent hum against Subaru’s shoulder.
The mirrors multiply their reflection by the hundreds. Subaru’s amused at how they’ll sometimes wander into these intimate, aesthetic moments that photographers struggle regularly to replicate. They do it in candid shots and in deliberately-positioned photo shoots. People must be curious—how much of it is artificial?
Based on their reflection, Subaru speculates about himself and Yasu the way an observer would. Close friends, definitely. They’re relaxed comfortably against one another, and Subaru’s thumbs slowly skate over Yasu’s hipbones. They could be lovers. If not now, then soon. Yasu’s eyes are closed, his mouth dry and warm and inadvertently? on Subaru’s neck. Lovers, then. Lovers for sure.
Subaru doesn’t know what strangers see. Subaru can only see his world one way. He can’t know what he is to others, the emotions he inspires in his fans, in his friends, in his family. He can’t know the pride, the affection, the admiration or the shy adoration.
The Subaru he sees is unique to himself. So the Yasu he sees must also be unique. No one else sees his Yasu.
In the mirror: Yasu’s hair is light, and Subaru’s is dark. Yasu wears jeans and a silky shirt that hangs off one shoulder, and Subaru wears a black T-shirt, jeans, six belts, three hats and a tartan scarf. Yasu is shorter, Subaru is smaller. They’re close enough to hug, but their hands remain on each other’s hips. They’re friends? Lovers?
Subaru thinks it’s not important what they look like, really. They’re the way they want to be, but the mirror can’t show that.
I LOVE YOU, SUBARU. ♥!!!
*skips off*
Title: Speculate
Rating: PG
Pairing: Subaru/Yasu
Summary: Before Yasu can step out of the shirt (as he looks tempted to try), Subaru invites himself to play touch tester.
Subaru tried on three shirts, dismissed all of them and now focuses on hindering Yasu. He stands next to the mirror, swiping clawed fingers at and pretending to bite Yasu’s reflection. Yasu cheerfully retaliates with a projectile belt or hat, each of which Subaru dons solemnly before continuing his mission of torment. By the ten minute mark, he’s wearing six belt-necklaces, three hats stacked on top of each other and a tartan scarf knotted around his bicep. He’s planning on catching the next hat with his head like a ring-toss.
Yasu’s current shirt looks soft, if eccentrically tailored. When Yasu pulls on the collar, it drops off his shoulder. It would probably slide right off Subaru altogether. Still, the fabric looks expensive, like silk. When Yasu lifts and drops the hem experimentally, the shirt ripples like it’s melting.
That’s too much to resist. Before Yasu can step out of the shirt (as he looks tempted to try), Subaru invites himself to play touch tester. He skims his hands down Yasu’s back, feeling the fabric cling hot and smooth to his palms. Yasu laughs, and Subaru grins. He flicks the shirt up and rests his hands on Yasu’s hips, his chin on Yasu’s shoulder. Yasu copies his position. His fingers squeeze Subaru’s hips, his throat vibrating with an absent hum against Subaru’s shoulder.
The mirrors multiply their reflection by the hundreds. Subaru’s amused at how they’ll sometimes wander into these intimate, aesthetic moments that photographers struggle regularly to replicate. They do it in candid shots and in deliberately-positioned photo shoots. People must be curious—how much of it is artificial?
Based on their reflection, Subaru speculates about himself and Yasu the way an observer would. Close friends, definitely. They’re relaxed comfortably against one another, and Subaru’s thumbs slowly skate over Yasu’s hipbones. They could be lovers. If not now, then soon. Yasu’s eyes are closed, his mouth dry and warm and inadvertently? on Subaru’s neck. Lovers, then. Lovers for sure.
Subaru doesn’t know what strangers see. Subaru can only see his world one way. He can’t know what he is to others, the emotions he inspires in his fans, in his friends, in his family. He can’t know the pride, the affection, the admiration or the shy adoration.
The Subaru he sees is unique to himself. So the Yasu he sees must also be unique. No one else sees his Yasu.
In the mirror: Yasu’s hair is light, and Subaru’s is dark. Yasu wears jeans and a silky shirt that hangs off one shoulder, and Subaru wears a black T-shirt, jeans, six belts, three hats and a tartan scarf. Yasu is shorter, Subaru is smaller. They’re close enough to hug, but their hands remain on each other’s hips. They’re friends? Lovers?
Subaru thinks it’s not important what they look like, really. They’re the way they want to be, but the mirror can’t show that.
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They’re the way they want to be, but the mirror can’t show that.
nice ending.
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The Subaru he sees is unique to himself. So the Yasu he sees must also be unique. No one else sees his Yasu.
I reeeeaaally like this line, it seems exactly how Subaru would think :oP The whole scene is adorable <333
TEGOMASSU NEXT PREASE XDDD
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I really love writing them. Especially Subaru. *kof* I don't have favorites, what?
And you shall have TegoMass next! ♥♥♥
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I really really like it. Really. I love it actually.
Really.
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Thank you very much. ♥
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Omg, will you? sdjhfdsjh THAT'S FANTASTIC NEWS!
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Anyway, I really like this. The beginning is just kind of cute, with the image of Subaru wearing a bunch of belts and hats and generally being silly, and that's good too, but I particularly like the middle part with Subaru thinking about how people would see them, and how he can never really know how other people see things, and the whole thing is very prettily written.
Is it wrong for me to use my Ohkura/Yasu fanservice icon to comment on this? I lack Kanjani8 icons, so it's either this or emo yellow ranger...
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Thank you very much. I really appreciate feedback like this. :)
XD Of course not! It's K8 member love, it counts!
Also they're pretty together so aksjw not complaining.I respond with PIN.
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...Why don't I have any Subaru icons.
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YOU NEED SUBARU ICONS. ... YOU NEED TO MAKE SUBARU ICONS. /persuasive
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The platonic-but-could-be-something-more vibe this fic has is nice.
And I love the last two lines. They’re the way they want to be, but the mirror can’t show that. It's interesting that not even a mirror is accurate -- as if what they have together defies being definable.
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I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Thank you very much!
I love mirrors (um, let's pretend that doesn't sound narcissistic) and what you can do with them (and that's not kinky) ... actually, you know what, I'll just stop now because clearly I'm not in the right state of mind to be thinky. XDXD
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I'm really touched that you read this even if you don't seek out K8 fic. Really! ♥ again!
I fell in love fast with Subaru, and now I think he's taken over my unconscious mind. I STARTED WRITING TEGOMASS, THEN I MOVED ONTO T&T AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN THERE WAS SUBASSAN AND I WENT, "...well okay I guess I can--RIGHT NOW."
*leaves cookies to encourage stalking*
...*whistles*
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KAREN I WAS ONLY SHOCKED ONCE I REALIZED IT WASN'T THEM HOLDING HANDS.
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Recently I've been saying this a lot of my OTPs, but Subassan are very married. Their exchanges on jweb are...well, CRACKED, but SO STRANGELY ADORABLE. ♥♥♥
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Oh and the last line was my absolute favorite.
Thank you for writing :)
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OTHERWISE, THIS WAS ABSURDLY CUTE AND SWEET, AND WOW. I LIKE IT WHEN BOYS ARE THINKY LIKE THIS ♥
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I SHAN'T CORRECT YOU ON THIS. XD
Subaru is incredible. I won't say anything more. ♥
And thank you, Nita! ♥♥♥ I love your comments. :)
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I liked the pacing and how well it flowed (^-^)/
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Thank you very much! ♥!!! I have crazy ideas frequently, so THEY SHALL BE
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I like how... cozy it feels. All comfortable and warm. :)
Calming. *loves*
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Of all fic types out there, calming is my favorite, so I'm glad I managed to contribute some.
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This is a very special drabble. <3
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My adoration for Subaru is ridiculously out of control. I SEE HIS NAME, I GRIN. EVEN OUT OF CONTEXT, LIKE WHEN I'M IN THE GYM WITH STRANGERS AND A SUBARU CAR COMMERCIAL COMES ON AND I SMILE AND SMILE AND SMILE THE WHOLE TIME. I WOULD MAKE A SEXUAL PUN ABOUT CARS AND SUBARU BUT I AM ABOVE THAT.
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ooh TegoMass is lovely, but... but.. D: there is a serious lack of TxT. *hint hint*
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T&T was my first OTP, so they will forever own the shiniest part of my soul. ...I totally believe souls are shiny.
*raises eyebrow* And this is why Ciara shouldn't respond to comments at five thirty in the morning. *PROBABLY GOES TO SLEEP*
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Your fic made me go kyaaaah at the end !!!
Loved it !!!
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This was lovely :)).