[Arashi] Midnight Paradox
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neko_kirin3104Title: Midnight Paradox
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Prompt: 05 Lead
Word Count: 2179
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor/AU+Fairy Tale Retelling
Summary: Satoshi Ohno is a well-mannered executive producer, virtuous to a fault. Sho Sakurai is a two-bit actor hired to mess with his head... or so he thinks.
Disclaimer: I own nobody. Purely fictional, of course. :3
Notes: Inspired by a prompt from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
je_prompts, laoracci’s fairy tale retelling requests, and listening to P•A•R•A•D•O•X on loop. Part of the Arashi Ever After Collection.
Note II: for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
laoracci (Something fun for a change. I hope this is okay? <3)
Note III: Downloadable version by the lovelyrifnaoei ♥
Warning: language
Being thus decked out, she got up into her coach; but her godmother, above all things, commanded her not to stay past midnight, telling her, at the same time, that if she stayed one moment longer, the coach would be a pumpkin again, her horses mice, her coachman a rat, her footmen lizards, and that her clothes would become just as they were before.
The show was called The Ultimate Dokkiri TV.
Sho Sakurai had nothing to do with it, didn’t want to have any involvement with it, and would have absolutely stayed a mile away from it, had it not for Nino calling him up one day claiming owed favors and eventually resorting to blackmail when Sho as much as tried questioning his wily friend’s sanity.
Nino only had to mention Perky Lumps and he knew he was screwed.
Satoshi Ohno was supposedly made of ice, or so Sho was told. The well-respected executive producer of a couple dozens of successful films in the recent years would never give favors of any kind to people, not even to his friends, unless there’s real talent involved.
No actress, pro and amateur alike, had ever succeeded in seducing him for a bit part, or even shamelessly for a lead role in the movies he funded.
“That’s just not the way the virtuous Satoshi Ohno rolls,” Nino said.
Jun Matsumoto, highly-acclaimed movie and concert director and proud instigator of tonight’s prank, wanted to challenge his friend’s moral perspectives by setting him up for a no-holds-barred seduction on national TV.
His reason?
“He wants to prove his friend has a fully functioning dick,” Nino said. “It’s a scary thing when rich people get bored, ne.”
And Sho Sakurai, with his inherently rotten luck in everything, just had to get caught in the middle of it all, in a curly black wig, a little red dress, and a pair of C-cup fake boobs strapped to his chest.
“Why does it have to be me, again?!” he asked, frowning at his image in the mirror.
“Because it’s funnier,” Nino sneered.
This must be how Cinderella felt like going to the ball.
Except that Cinderella didn’t come to the party to screw the prince over.
The huddle of curious eyes that bore on him the moment he stepped into the lobby of Jun Matsumoto’s mansion so overwhelmed Sho that his legs literally stopped functioning. He suspected they stopped being legs too, when he began feeling wobbly just from standing still.
Could legs actually turn to jelly at a moment’s notice?
“To your right, J-san’s looking at you. Give him a smile.”
The keyed up man instinctively flinched at the prickling buzz in his ear, but dutifully turned as he poked the raucous device lodged in his ear hole. “I am going to kill you for this, Nino...” he mumbled around the shy smile he gave to the events host, who responded with a small nod, a smaller smirk, and a pointing finger directing him to where he’s supposed to be.
There, at the farthest end of the bar on the other side of the room was the hunched form of the man who supposedly had the holiest dick in the whole Japanese entertainment industry.
That’s going to change tonight, of course.
As if to mock him on cue, Sho’s fake boobs began to slip out of place.
“Can I take this seat?” he asked in the husky lady voice he had practiced the previous night until he was blue in the face.
Ohno looked at him and nodded with a grin before turning his attention back to his phone.
“This your first singles mixer?” Sho ventured to ask again after he settled into the bar stool.
Ohno nodded and hummed. “I’m not here to mingle, though.”
If there ever was a polite way to tell a person to get lost, this man seemed to have perfected the skill.
But it would take more than that to deter a man like Sho, especially when his whole career, and quite possibly his life, depended on this moment.
“Maaaa, aren’t you missing out on all the fun?!”
“Not really,” Ohno mumbled calmly, his eyes and thumbs still fixed on his phone. “Just here to support Matsujun’s cause.”
“By texting your girlfriend?” he teased.
Ohno chuckled lightly and raised his phone to show him the screen. “Playing a game.”
“Aaah... Your girlfriend must be so proud.”
“Maybe. If she exists.”
“She doesn’t?!” Sho felt he didn’t really need to know, but it still made his heart flutter a little.
Especially when Ohno finally set aside his phone and swiveled his bar stool to face him.
“I’m Ohno. Satoshi Ohno.”
“Shoko,” he said with his sweetest smile. “Just Shoko.”
His skin prickled with gooseflesh when their palms crossed for the obligatory handshake.
Maybe this man’s dick wasn’t so dead after all.
It felt a lot like Perky Lumps all over again.
The irony of it was that, he was fully clothed this time and he had never felt more naked in his entire life.
Well, the empire waist dress was off-shouldered and he did have to shave his armpit and leg hairs so he didn’t look ridiculous in it.
And the skirt only reached down to half of his thighs, so come to think of it, he wasn’t all that fully clothed to begin with.
But still, the way Satoshi Ohno was looking at him right now brought back memories of that time he had to grudgingly accept a role in a tacky gay porno just so he could pay his overdue rent and not get kicked out on the streets.
Perky Lumps was the worst misstep in his career he swore never to take again.
But people took longer to get over it and could still, to this day, recognize him better from it than from all his hard-earned bit parts on TV.
Nino got rid of as much traces of that movie as he could find, and had always used this fact to keep Sho on a tight leash when it came to claiming favors.
“So, you’re an actress,” Ohno said before taking a small sip of whisky from his sixth glass, his unwavering gaze playful and lewd.
“Uh-huh,” Sho mumbled, playfully teasing the edge of his cocktail glass with a long, fake fingernail while trying all his best not to lose his mind. He would forever be grateful for his naturally high tolerance for alcohol. “Just bit parts, though. And never on movies. Unless you have something to offer me?” He winked and grinned in the most flirtatious way he knew, promising the producer a hell of a good time by leaning closer and accidentally rubbing his fake boobs against the man’s arm while moaning sensually into his ear. “I promise you won’t regret it...”
“Hm, that’s strange,” Ohno hummed thoughtfully, not flinching away as his reputation would’ve dictated. “I could’ve sworn I’ve seen you somewhere before... On a really big screen.”
Sho choked on a lump that suddenly rose to his throat. The transmitter mic stuck behind the sunflower pendant in his bead necklace, as well as the hidden cameras aimed at them from three different angles, had undoubtedly caught those barely whispered words, because he swore he heard Nino curse in his ear.
He moved away and took a gulp of his daiquiri to numb his nerves, all the while trying to assure himself that this man couldn’t possibly recognize him under his make-up and girly ensemble.
He was so distracted by the sudden surge of anxiety that he didn’t notice Ohno had already left his seat to stand behind him, until he felt the man’s warm palms touch his bare shoulders.
He gasped at the unexpected sensation the initial contact brought, and felt his heartbeat accelerating with every gentle brush of the man’s palms up and down the slope of his nadegata.
His soul just about left him when the man leaned forward and lightly brushed his lips against his ear. The smell of alcohol in the man’s breath tickled Sho’s nose as he whispered, “Shoko-cha~n, would you like to be in my next movie?”
In its quiet little corner of timelessness, J-san’s antique grandfather clock struck midnight...
With each archaic chime boisterously counting down the first hour of the new day—much to the other guests drunken delight—Sho’s desperation to leave just grew.
Except that Satoshi Ohno wasn’t letting him go.
Literally.
The warmth of the man’s arms around his waist was burning through the fabric of his dress. He could barely hear Nino telling him to get out of there as his head filled with the loud pounding of his heart, making him giddy and unfit to say the TV show’s jeering punch line.
It didn’t help that the heat of Ohno’s chest against his back had quite effectively cut down his vocabulary to a few choice words—
Fuck!
He gasped when he felt Ohno’s fingers in his ear, and chuckled guiltily when the man pulled out the earpiece from it and flicked the device into the dregs of his daiquiri.
I’m screwed!
“I don’t want your friend spying on us when you audition for me tonight.” In one quick movement, Ohno yanked the bead necklace over his head and threw it to the other side of the bar counter, almost hitting the meddling bartender in the head. “You promised to make it worth my time, right?”
OH NO!
The clock stopped knelling.
Sho’s eyes grew in both dread and shock as Ohno’s hand slipped into his skirt and cupped his crotch. He swore he felt his heart plummeting all the way down to his balls.
SHIT!
He shrieked and stumbled out of his stool, almost breaking his face on the edge of the counter had Ohno not been quick enough to catch him by the waist.
It didn’t take Sho a second to visualize the awkward image the two of them had created—
Of him bent over on the counter like a common whore and Ohno standing behind him in all his rugged dominance.
He heard the man let out a quiet whoop before chanting, “I knew I’ve seen you before!”
In his attempt to free himself from the producer’s manly arms, Sho’s butt brushed against the man’s crotch, felt the proof of the man’s fully functioning junk through his pants, and instantly knew why none of those desperate actresses throwing themselves at him had ever appealed to the supposedly virtuous producer’s supposedly holy dick.
Shit.
Satoshi Ohno was still smiling from the memories of the encounter an hour after Shoko had stalked out of the room tripping on his high heels and flushing—undoubtedly—to the very tips of his cojones.
“How the fuck did you know?!” Matsujun demanded when they were finally alone in the bar after the guests and the sneering bartender had left.
“I got a tip. It helps to have friends in the right places.” He gulped down the rest of his whisky and hissed through biting heat that trailed down his throat.
“Aiba. I should’ve known,” Matsujun slurred, tapping his fingers on the edge of his empty wine glass.
“He probably doesn’t remember, though,” Ohno chuckled. “He was drunk out of his head when he let it slip.”
Matsujun frowned at him and asked jeeringly, “You do know that was a man, right?”
“I’m not that drunk yet, Matsujun,” he snickered. “And he did forget he was supposed to be a woman when he called me a ‘pervert’ before leaving.”
“Well, he could’ve fooled me,” Matsujun refilled his glass with wine. “God seriously messed up the chromosomes on that one!”
“Hmmm,” Ohno hummed in approval, holding out his whisky glass for a shot of wine.
He’d have to agree. The man could’ve fooled him too if he hadn’t known any better.
A couple minutes passed in pensive silence before Matsujun perked up again and remarked, “You could be an actor, Ohno-kun, do you now that? You sure convinced that poor guy you wanted to fuck his ass!”
Ohno’s brows furrowed in a sudden rush of anxiety. “Do you think I scared him too much?”
“I think he’ll run away from you the next time you see him.”
“Eeeeyaaah...!” he groaned in frustration, before emptying his glass in one gulp. “I may have overdone it, huh?”
“What does it matter? You probably won’t see him again.”
“I’ve kind of been hoping I would, actually.” Ohno sighed. “Can you, maybe offer him a movie or something? I’ll fund it.”
“Are you serious?!” Matsujun’s mouth hang open in shock for a full minute, while Ohno patiently waited for his friend to come to terms with his rather subtle confession about his dating preferences.
“I told you not to hang around Aiba too much,” the younger man mumbled after a while, before hiding his uncomfortable grimace behind his wine glass.
“Aiba’s good company,” Ohno insisted as he held his glass for another shot. “And Perky Lumps is a life-changing movie.”
Matsujun snorted as he tipped the last shot of wine into Ohno’s glass. “His name’s Sho Sakurai, by the way.”
“Hmm...” It sure felt nice to finally be able to put a non-porno name to the face and everything else.
“How did you even recognize him?”
Ohno simply smirked behind his glass and mumbled “I have my ways.”
He could hardly wait to see that nadegata from that very specific angle again.
***I was thinking of this dress. In red. XD
>>>>> Sequel: Midnight Paradox - A Masquerade byxrachiebunniex
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Prompt: 05 Lead
Word Count: 2179
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor/AU+Fairy Tale Retelling
Summary: Satoshi Ohno is a well-mannered executive producer, virtuous to a fault. Sho Sakurai is a two-bit actor hired to mess with his head... or so he thinks.
Disclaimer: I own nobody. Purely fictional, of course. :3
Notes: Inspired by a prompt from
je_prompts, laoracci’s fairy tale retelling requests, and listening to P•A•R•A•D•O•X on loop. Part of the Arashi Ever After Collection.Note II: for
laoracci (Something fun for a change. I hope this is okay? <3)Note III: Downloadable version by the lovely
rifnaoei ♥Warning: language
∞•∞•∞•∞•∞
Being thus decked out, she got up into her coach; but her godmother, above all things, commanded her not to stay past midnight, telling her, at the same time, that if she stayed one moment longer, the coach would be a pumpkin again, her horses mice, her coachman a rat, her footmen lizards, and that her clothes would become just as they were before.
—Cinderella by Charles Perrault
∞•∞•∞•∞•∞
The show was called The Ultimate Dokkiri TV.
Sho Sakurai had nothing to do with it, didn’t want to have any involvement with it, and would have absolutely stayed a mile away from it, had it not for Nino calling him up one day claiming owed favors and eventually resorting to blackmail when Sho as much as tried questioning his wily friend’s sanity.
Nino only had to mention Perky Lumps and he knew he was screwed.
∞•∞•∞•∞•∞
Satoshi Ohno was supposedly made of ice, or so Sho was told. The well-respected executive producer of a couple dozens of successful films in the recent years would never give favors of any kind to people, not even to his friends, unless there’s real talent involved.
No actress, pro and amateur alike, had ever succeeded in seducing him for a bit part, or even shamelessly for a lead role in the movies he funded.
“That’s just not the way the virtuous Satoshi Ohno rolls,” Nino said.
Jun Matsumoto, highly-acclaimed movie and concert director and proud instigator of tonight’s prank, wanted to challenge his friend’s moral perspectives by setting him up for a no-holds-barred seduction on national TV.
His reason?
“He wants to prove his friend has a fully functioning dick,” Nino said. “It’s a scary thing when rich people get bored, ne.”
And Sho Sakurai, with his inherently rotten luck in everything, just had to get caught in the middle of it all, in a curly black wig, a little red dress, and a pair of C-cup fake boobs strapped to his chest.
“Why does it have to be me, again?!” he asked, frowning at his image in the mirror.
“Because it’s funnier,” Nino sneered.
∞•∞•∞•∞•∞
This must be how Cinderella felt like going to the ball.
Except that Cinderella didn’t come to the party to screw the prince over.
The huddle of curious eyes that bore on him the moment he stepped into the lobby of Jun Matsumoto’s mansion so overwhelmed Sho that his legs literally stopped functioning. He suspected they stopped being legs too, when he began feeling wobbly just from standing still.
Could legs actually turn to jelly at a moment’s notice?
“To your right, J-san’s looking at you. Give him a smile.”
The keyed up man instinctively flinched at the prickling buzz in his ear, but dutifully turned as he poked the raucous device lodged in his ear hole. “I am going to kill you for this, Nino...” he mumbled around the shy smile he gave to the events host, who responded with a small nod, a smaller smirk, and a pointing finger directing him to where he’s supposed to be.
There, at the farthest end of the bar on the other side of the room was the hunched form of the man who supposedly had the holiest dick in the whole Japanese entertainment industry.
That’s going to change tonight, of course.
As if to mock him on cue, Sho’s fake boobs began to slip out of place.
∞•∞•∞•∞•∞
“Can I take this seat?” he asked in the husky lady voice he had practiced the previous night until he was blue in the face.
Ohno looked at him and nodded with a grin before turning his attention back to his phone.
“This your first singles mixer?” Sho ventured to ask again after he settled into the bar stool.
Ohno nodded and hummed. “I’m not here to mingle, though.”
If there ever was a polite way to tell a person to get lost, this man seemed to have perfected the skill.
But it would take more than that to deter a man like Sho, especially when his whole career, and quite possibly his life, depended on this moment.
“Maaaa, aren’t you missing out on all the fun?!”
“Not really,” Ohno mumbled calmly, his eyes and thumbs still fixed on his phone. “Just here to support Matsujun’s cause.”
“By texting your girlfriend?” he teased.
Ohno chuckled lightly and raised his phone to show him the screen. “Playing a game.”
“Aaah... Your girlfriend must be so proud.”
“Maybe. If she exists.”
“She doesn’t?!” Sho felt he didn’t really need to know, but it still made his heart flutter a little.
Especially when Ohno finally set aside his phone and swiveled his bar stool to face him.
“I’m Ohno. Satoshi Ohno.”
“Shoko,” he said with his sweetest smile. “Just Shoko.”
His skin prickled with gooseflesh when their palms crossed for the obligatory handshake.
Maybe this man’s dick wasn’t so dead after all.
∞•∞•∞•∞•∞
It felt a lot like Perky Lumps all over again.
The irony of it was that, he was fully clothed this time and he had never felt more naked in his entire life.
Well, the empire waist dress was off-shouldered and he did have to shave his armpit and leg hairs so he didn’t look ridiculous in it.
And the skirt only reached down to half of his thighs, so come to think of it, he wasn’t all that fully clothed to begin with.
But still, the way Satoshi Ohno was looking at him right now brought back memories of that time he had to grudgingly accept a role in a tacky gay porno just so he could pay his overdue rent and not get kicked out on the streets.
Perky Lumps was the worst misstep in his career he swore never to take again.
But people took longer to get over it and could still, to this day, recognize him better from it than from all his hard-earned bit parts on TV.
Nino got rid of as much traces of that movie as he could find, and had always used this fact to keep Sho on a tight leash when it came to claiming favors.
“So, you’re an actress,” Ohno said before taking a small sip of whisky from his sixth glass, his unwavering gaze playful and lewd.
“Uh-huh,” Sho mumbled, playfully teasing the edge of his cocktail glass with a long, fake fingernail while trying all his best not to lose his mind. He would forever be grateful for his naturally high tolerance for alcohol. “Just bit parts, though. And never on movies. Unless you have something to offer me?” He winked and grinned in the most flirtatious way he knew, promising the producer a hell of a good time by leaning closer and accidentally rubbing his fake boobs against the man’s arm while moaning sensually into his ear. “I promise you won’t regret it...”
“Hm, that’s strange,” Ohno hummed thoughtfully, not flinching away as his reputation would’ve dictated. “I could’ve sworn I’ve seen you somewhere before... On a really big screen.”
Sho choked on a lump that suddenly rose to his throat. The transmitter mic stuck behind the sunflower pendant in his bead necklace, as well as the hidden cameras aimed at them from three different angles, had undoubtedly caught those barely whispered words, because he swore he heard Nino curse in his ear.
He moved away and took a gulp of his daiquiri to numb his nerves, all the while trying to assure himself that this man couldn’t possibly recognize him under his make-up and girly ensemble.
He was so distracted by the sudden surge of anxiety that he didn’t notice Ohno had already left his seat to stand behind him, until he felt the man’s warm palms touch his bare shoulders.
He gasped at the unexpected sensation the initial contact brought, and felt his heartbeat accelerating with every gentle brush of the man’s palms up and down the slope of his nadegata.
His soul just about left him when the man leaned forward and lightly brushed his lips against his ear. The smell of alcohol in the man’s breath tickled Sho’s nose as he whispered, “Shoko-cha~n, would you like to be in my next movie?”
In its quiet little corner of timelessness, J-san’s antique grandfather clock struck midnight...
∞•∞•∞•∞•∞
With each archaic chime boisterously counting down the first hour of the new day—much to the other guests drunken delight—Sho’s desperation to leave just grew.
Except that Satoshi Ohno wasn’t letting him go.
Literally.
The warmth of the man’s arms around his waist was burning through the fabric of his dress. He could barely hear Nino telling him to get out of there as his head filled with the loud pounding of his heart, making him giddy and unfit to say the TV show’s jeering punch line.
It didn’t help that the heat of Ohno’s chest against his back had quite effectively cut down his vocabulary to a few choice words—
Fuck!
He gasped when he felt Ohno’s fingers in his ear, and chuckled guiltily when the man pulled out the earpiece from it and flicked the device into the dregs of his daiquiri.
I’m screwed!
“I don’t want your friend spying on us when you audition for me tonight.” In one quick movement, Ohno yanked the bead necklace over his head and threw it to the other side of the bar counter, almost hitting the meddling bartender in the head. “You promised to make it worth my time, right?”
OH NO!
The clock stopped knelling.
Sho’s eyes grew in both dread and shock as Ohno’s hand slipped into his skirt and cupped his crotch. He swore he felt his heart plummeting all the way down to his balls.
SHIT!
He shrieked and stumbled out of his stool, almost breaking his face on the edge of the counter had Ohno not been quick enough to catch him by the waist.
It didn’t take Sho a second to visualize the awkward image the two of them had created—
Of him bent over on the counter like a common whore and Ohno standing behind him in all his rugged dominance.
He heard the man let out a quiet whoop before chanting, “I knew I’ve seen you before!”
In his attempt to free himself from the producer’s manly arms, Sho’s butt brushed against the man’s crotch, felt the proof of the man’s fully functioning junk through his pants, and instantly knew why none of those desperate actresses throwing themselves at him had ever appealed to the supposedly virtuous producer’s supposedly holy dick.
Shit.
∞•∞•∞•∞•∞
Satoshi Ohno was still smiling from the memories of the encounter an hour after Shoko had stalked out of the room tripping on his high heels and flushing—undoubtedly—to the very tips of his cojones.
“How the fuck did you know?!” Matsujun demanded when they were finally alone in the bar after the guests and the sneering bartender had left.
“I got a tip. It helps to have friends in the right places.” He gulped down the rest of his whisky and hissed through biting heat that trailed down his throat.
“Aiba. I should’ve known,” Matsujun slurred, tapping his fingers on the edge of his empty wine glass.
“He probably doesn’t remember, though,” Ohno chuckled. “He was drunk out of his head when he let it slip.”
Matsujun frowned at him and asked jeeringly, “You do know that was a man, right?”
“I’m not that drunk yet, Matsujun,” he snickered. “And he did forget he was supposed to be a woman when he called me a ‘pervert’ before leaving.”
“Well, he could’ve fooled me,” Matsujun refilled his glass with wine. “God seriously messed up the chromosomes on that one!”
“Hmmm,” Ohno hummed in approval, holding out his whisky glass for a shot of wine.
He’d have to agree. The man could’ve fooled him too if he hadn’t known any better.
A couple minutes passed in pensive silence before Matsujun perked up again and remarked, “You could be an actor, Ohno-kun, do you now that? You sure convinced that poor guy you wanted to fuck his ass!”
Ohno’s brows furrowed in a sudden rush of anxiety. “Do you think I scared him too much?”
“I think he’ll run away from you the next time you see him.”
“Eeeeyaaah...!” he groaned in frustration, before emptying his glass in one gulp. “I may have overdone it, huh?”
“What does it matter? You probably won’t see him again.”
“I’ve kind of been hoping I would, actually.” Ohno sighed. “Can you, maybe offer him a movie or something? I’ll fund it.”
“Are you serious?!” Matsujun’s mouth hang open in shock for a full minute, while Ohno patiently waited for his friend to come to terms with his rather subtle confession about his dating preferences.
“I told you not to hang around Aiba too much,” the younger man mumbled after a while, before hiding his uncomfortable grimace behind his wine glass.
“Aiba’s good company,” Ohno insisted as he held his glass for another shot. “And Perky Lumps is a life-changing movie.”
Matsujun snorted as he tipped the last shot of wine into Ohno’s glass. “His name’s Sho Sakurai, by the way.”
“Hmm...” It sure felt nice to finally be able to put a non-porno name to the face and everything else.
“How did you even recognize him?”
Ohno simply smirked behind his glass and mumbled “I have my ways.”
He could hardly wait to see that nadegata from that very specific angle again.
~ ever after ~
***I was thinking of this dress. In red. XD
>>>>> Sequel: Midnight Paradox - A Masquerade by
xrachiebunniex
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Date: 2013-10-23 03:35 am (UTC)Maybe Satoshi remembered Sho because of his nadegata XD
Sho really is the pretties to cross dress XD Oh! And I would like to see him wearing that red dress (*Q*)
Thank you for this ♡
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Date: 2013-11-24 06:26 pm (UTC)I do agree! We should campaign for Sho to cross-dress properly. He's going to be so gorgeous!
Thanks very much for reading! ~<333
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Date: 2013-10-23 05:38 am (UTC)this is really okay for me ^o^d I love reading humor, crack, and fluff as well, you know ;D
Ah, I was reading this while grinning like crazy in the office making everyone wondered what I was reading on my handphone XD
“God seriously messed up the chromosomes on that one!” i sometimes think like that too, LOL XD
and what a dress you'd chose for him! XD
this fic really amuses me <333 *esp. when I'm not in my best condition as of lately
thank you so much for writing my request *again*
*sends another trucks of fish-shaped cookies for you <33333
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Date: 2013-11-24 06:49 pm (UTC)I am really glad you liked this, too! Yay! I'm working on The Snow Queen next (and this is the reason why I asked if you're okay with a seme-Sho <3).
The messed-up chromosomes line was what got this whole fic started. It makes you wonder ne~
Thanks very much for reading and the cookies overload! //hugs ~<333
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Date: 2013-10-23 10:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-11-24 06:50 pm (UTC)I think there's more coming. But I'm not going to be writing it. =^-^=
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Date: 2013-10-23 11:01 am (UTC)Ohno is a pervert! He watched Perky Lumps!! lol
This needs more,.. Series please...
Thank you for sharing..
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Date: 2013-11-24 06:52 pm (UTC)Perverted Ohno is a good source of fun ne~
I really do think there's more coming. But I'm not the one writing it. =^-^=
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Date: 2013-11-24 11:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-23 02:10 pm (UTC)Thank you for sharing <3
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Date: 2013-11-24 06:52 pm (UTC)Thank you very much for reading! ~<333
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Date: 2013-10-23 02:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-11-24 06:54 pm (UTC)I think a sequel might come, but it's not going to be from me. Do watch out for it ne~ =^-^=
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Date: 2013-10-23 07:39 pm (UTC)Thank you
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Date: 2013-11-24 06:54 pm (UTC)I think a sequel might come, but it's not going to be from me. Do watch out for it ne~ =^-^=
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Date: 2013-10-23 10:20 pm (UTC)Ohno is a pervert when it comes to Sho and cross-dressed!Sho is an eye-candy.
Just a perfect match, thses two....
Thanks for sharing XD
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Date: 2013-11-24 07:01 pm (UTC)I do agree. Sho-chan in a dress is eye-candy. I wish they stuff him in one someday and really dress him up. It'll be lovely! ^-^
Thank you very much for reading! ~<333
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Date: 2013-10-23 10:38 pm (UTC)Couldn't be more fun!
I can only imagine poor Sho completely lost under that Maou look!
It really deserves a sequence, you know?
Loved it!
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Date: 2013-11-24 07:04 pm (UTC)A sequel might come. But I'm not going to be the one writing it. Do watch out for it ne~
Thank you very much for reading! ~<333
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Date: 2013-10-24 08:45 am (UTC)It's so funny that you could've stopped at the hideous and obvious porno title "Perky Lumps" but no, you even added Sho's misery (like his fake breasts slipping right to mock him LOL).
What's even more awesome is that even if the joke's on Sho, I still find the whole Satoshi-Shoko scene extremely sexy. The shoulder rubbing, the ear whisper, even the dress! That is such a nice dress to hide whatever muscle Sho have.
I'm thinking this doesn't have any continuation but if there was, I'll be the first in line...I hope!
This is a fun and sexy (that combination rarely comes...or I just don't know where to look) read and thank you for letting me enjoy it by posting!
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Date: 2013-11-24 07:06 pm (UTC)I never intended to continue this, but a sequel might come. I'm not going to be writing it, though. XDDD
I am really glad you enjoyed this. Thank you very much for reading! ~<333
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Date: 2013-11-29 02:20 pm (UTC)OKAY I'M EXCITED FOR A SEQUEL BUT! You won't write it? Who then?
But even if you didn't, I'd probably just re-read this over and over again because it's just that good. :)
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Date: 2013-11-09 05:53 am (UTC)must i repeat it every time????? and rawr. simce you wrote this.
I expect a sequel. in R.
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Date: 2013-11-24 07:09 pm (UTC)LOL! A sequel might come. I can do R, but I'm hoping for an NC (where I fail) so I'm not going to be the one writing it. XDDD
Thank you very much for reading! //hugs ~<333