Works in Progress Meme!

[zukkokya]

Sooo I've given up on Kink Bingo. But hey! I got two out of five, which is one more than I got the last time I signed up for a SomethingSomething Bingo. Progress! XD

With Kink Bingo a Fail, right now the priority is hols. My goal is to finish it by Monday, edit it, and then send it in. I'd like to feel the surge of adrenaline that comes with finishing an exchange fic way before the deadline. Plus, I'm signing up for Yuletide in October, and I'd rather not juggle exchanges again. I don't have nearly the right amount of sanity left for that. XD

Aaand in the spirit of Works in Progress, I present!

~The Works In Progress Meme~
Open your WIP file and post the names of all your documents, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Feel free to ask about anything and I'll tell you the premise or paste you a tidbit for any of these.

Parallel
Troublemaker
Ink
Proposal
Shortchanged
Sulking Leads to Topping
Thorough
Once
Tiers
By
Toned Down
Endurance
TsuYoshi
Godfather
Team No
Debut
Better
Concave
Dog Fight

Comments

[ohmiya-sg.livejournal.com]

Toned Down!

Toned Down (Takki/Tsubasa)

[pinkpapyrus.livejournal.com]

"It's a little..." Hideaki tips his head to one side, his expression mostly neutral but with noticeable signs of discomfort. "Well. I think...if you want to do it, that's fine, but...."

Tsubasa doesn't know how to answer in a way that will end this stupid conversation, so he just sits stiff on Hideaki's couch and waits for Hideaki to end it himself.

"But," Hideaki continues doggedly, "maybe do it less than you do now."

Tsubasa nods to show he understands. It's far from an agreement, though, and it appears that Hideaki can tell.

"Tsubasa," Hideaki says, frowning. "It's too...well. It's not smart, don't you think?"

Tsubasa says, "Well," quietly and stares at the space between them, measuring the distance between Hideaki's knees and his own.

"Not never," Hideaki says. "Just not as much." His voice keeps getting quieter, like he's realizing this subject is more complicated than he'd assumed. "It can be carried too far sometimes, don't you think? And it's not the image we want at this stage in our careers, right?"

[lovespiral.livejournal.com]

:((((((( why do i get the feeling that toned down is going to make me sadface? takki, just let tsubasa fanservice it up~!

[pinkpapyrus.livejournal.com]

I have no idea why I feel so drawn to putting them in :(-making situations. Possibly because if I don't do that I'll write 5,000 words of nothing more than them making out and being adorable. XD

[araanaz9.livejournal.com]

I love "sulking leads to topping" as a title. XD What's it about?

[pinkpapyrus.livejournal.com]

Yoko and Hina having sex. XD

[acchikocchi.livejournal.com]

Godfather!

secretly hoping for a mafia AU

Godfather (8Uppers - so not exactly mafia but kind of? XD)

[pinkpapyrus.livejournal.com]

Several years ago, Mac returned to Eito with a story instead of the dinner he'd gone out to retrieve. After Jacky threw a fit and left to get the food himself, Mac told the rest of them about Nakamura Hiroaki, an eighty-four-year-old widower he'd met at the train station.

Nakamura had been stuck behind the ticket gates because he didn't have enough money on his card to get out, so Mac had stopped to help him. He'd tried to give the old guy some cash, but Nakamura just smiled and refused and refused and refused until his voice got hoarse and tears started to drip off his chin. Mac took out his own card and, ignoring all of Nakamura's embarrassed objections, sprung the old guy from the station and ushered him to a nearby bar. Once composed, Nakamura told Mac that his entire life savings had been stolen incrementally from numerous hiding places in his house over the last four days. All Nakamura had left was thirty-four yen tucked into his jacket's battered leather pocket.

Jacky returned at that point in the story with cup ramen, listened to the short version of the story, and they all agreed to take the case.

[samenashi.livejournal.com]

TSUYOSHI!

[pinkpapyrus.livejournal.com]

This I only have the premise of. XD It actually isn't about Tsuyoshi–it's about T&T's fictional kids Tsuki and Hideyoshi, so I combined their names early and called it Tsuyoshi. XDDD

That was misleading, so, er, feel free to pick something else. XD

[fuyukoi.livejournal.com]

Debut \:D/

Debut (Takki/Tsubasa, Subaru)

[pinkpapyrus.livejournal.com]

Ask yourself, “Do I have the strength to do this?” You know in your heart that you do or not. If you don’t, don’t come back.

Subaru couldn't look in the mirror. He tried. He stood in the bathroom and stared at his hands gripping the rim of the sink. But he doesn't understand his heart well enough to know anything about himself for certain. And a mirror can't change that. Fixing his eyes on the floor, Subaru turned off the light and retreated up to his room.

He doesn't sleep well.

When he wakes up and checks his phone, there's a message from Hina:

[Don't be stubborn. If they want you to debut, do it! Don't be stupid and wait for us. Don't miss an opportunity because you're afraid. Debut and then give it everything you have, all right?]

Fifteen minutes later, Subaru is staring into his eyes in his bathroom mirror, hyperventilating.

[peroxidepest17.livejournal.com]

PROPOSAL

Proposal (Takki/Tsubasa)

[pinkpapyrus.livejournal.com]

Everywhere backstage is swarming with busy staff and aimless Juniors, so they have to walk a bit before they find a vacant room. Judging by the card tables set up and littered with set lists and lighting cues, it's definitely being used, but "currently empty" is the best they're going to get between concerts.

As Hideaki shuts the door, Tsubasa eyes Hideaki's belt and can't stop his smile from becoming a smirk.

Hideaki shakes his hand in denial. "No, no, no," he says, laughing. "That's not what this is."

Tsubasa didn't think so, but he puts on a profoundly disappointed face anyway.

It's usually difficult to catch Hideaki after concerts because he's in constant motion, talking to everyone on the staff and every Junior who bids for his attention. Tsubasa's learned over the years to enjoy his own post-concert rituals and doesn't expect to spend much of that time with Hideaki. So if they're not back here for "that," then why? Surprise party for a staff member? Problem with a Junior?

[ilanala]

By. Or Ink. Or both.

By (Ryo/Shige)

[pinkpapyrus.livejournal.com]

It's the kind of hug no one thinks is needed until it's given.

[ohmiya-sg.livejournal.com]

Out of curiosity, how much of your WIP list is T&T-related? XD

[pinkpapyrus.livejournal.com]

Seven. XD

[spurious.livejournal.com]

give me sulking leads to topping, if there's any more than what you posted on the wish meme XD

[pinkpapyrus.livejournal.com]

Sadly that's all there is of it right now. XDDD

[savanja.livejournal.com]

Concave, what about it? :)

Concave (Yoko/Ohkura)

[pinkpapyrus.livejournal.com]

Yoko/Ohkura I started a few months ago and only have three sentences of. XD


In March, Yoko mentions to Ohkura that his stomach has become a little concave recently. Ohkura makes a noise of lukewarm interest as he pines at the buffet table across the room. Yoko tugs up the hem of his T-shirt and sinks down gradually in his chair until his back is flat on the seat

“The skin never folded, did you see that?” Yoko asks, grinning.

[epicwaters.livejournal.com]

ooH! ohh! I missed this D: /sadface

*reads through*

hmm... luckily the three I liked weren't asked for so-

Tiers, please :} when did you start it and whose it about XD

Tiers (Mac/Ace)

[pinkpapyrus.livejournal.com]

XD Tiers was supposed to be for an exchange but I ended up writing something different. It's Mac/Ace (MACE) and here's all I have of it XD:

Mac finds Ogata at the takoyaki booth wearing the same clothes as last night when he stabbed Ace in the stomach. Mac watches Ogata stuff a fistful of napkins into his back pocket as he picks up a paper tray.

Mac calls Jacky.

“Found him. He’s near me. Black sweater, dark jeans. He can’t be trying to blend in.” Nearly everyone else here is decked out in bright yukata. It’s a small festival, but it attracts an enthusiastic crowd. Ogata with his dark

“It’s easier to run in jeans,” Jacky says. “He must have known we’d be here.”

Of course.

[epicwaters.livejournal.com]

Thorough, please! xD
Sorry I can't seem to think of any particular question. Thorough about what? lol

Thorough (Takki/Tsubasa)

[pinkpapyrus.livejournal.com]

I have no idea what this will be. XDD I just had an image so I wrote that out first.


They fell asleep with about four inches between them and sweat already beading on their necks. About four hours later, Hideaki wakes up around four in the morning because Tsubasa’s shivering underneath him. Their blanket’s wrapped around their feet and Tsubasa’s brushing his cold mouth against Hideaki’s throat.

Hideaki pushes himself up onto one arm and squints with one eye at the window. Body heat and their thin blanket should be warm enough to keep them until morning, but—

A breeze rushes in, shoving the curtains aside, and raises goosebumps on Hideaki’s arms. Tsubasa exhales a sharp breath in his sleep and shivers.

[epicwaters.livejournal.com]

Dog Fight, please :D

AU? airplanes?? illegal dog rings?? underhanded celebrity cat skirmishes? XD

Dog Fight (Arsenal/Jacky)

[pinkpapyrus.livejournal.com]

8Uppers before they had the bar. :D


At one o’clock in the morning, Jacky unlocks his door, toes off his boots and heads directly to the bathroom to scrub red food dye off his chest. He showers in the dark because he can’t currently afford the extra few hundred yen it would cost to turn on the lights. Fortunately, his apartment faces the city, which gives off ample light by which to see. He rubs a bar of soap on the red splotch right under his collarbone and yawns. If it’s one o’clock now, he’ll be in bed by one ten and asleep by one thirty. Then his alarm will wake him up at five forty-five so he can make the first train. His shift starts at six fifteen, he’ll finish at noon, buy lunch at a convenience store, and then catch the train for Kyoto where he’ll tend bar until midnight.

He falls asleep with his toothbrush in his mouth. He only wakes up when his lower lip sags and the toothbrush drops into the sink. He rinses the foam from his mouth and runs wet hands over his face.

Then the doorbell rings.

With the lights off, he can only see in shades of gray and white, but the door is close enough to the bathroom that he only needs to take two steps to find the doorknob. He opens the door and grimaces against the sterile hallway light.

Arsenal says, “I missed my train.” He’s wearing a thin jacket that looks older than he is and his bottom lip is cracked and bleeding.

Jacky makes an irritated noise. “Again?”

“I would have stayed at the station until morning, but it’s cold,” Arsenal says, shifting his weight.

“I get it. Come in,” Jacky says. “You can sleep on the floor.”

Arsenal bends down to unlace his sneakers. “It’s fine. I have insomnia,” he says. “I’ll just listen to my iPod.”