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Title: Too Short, Too Long
Author: [livejournal.com profile] octavialao
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Rating: G
Pairings: Sakumiya
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] coolohoh
Summary: Sho was always talking to Nino.


Sho would always complain. )
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Title: The Supposed Revenge of Mr. White Pants
Author: [livejournal.com profile] octavialao
Genre: CrackThe
Rating: PG
Pairings: Yama
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] jheili
Summary: Mr. White Pants tries to get revenge.

Satoko-chan... )

PANTSU~

Jan. 11th, 2015 11:54 pm
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Title: PANTSU~
Author:[livejournal.com profile] octavialao
Genre: Crack
Rating: PG
Pairings: OT5
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] jheili
Summary: Sho accidentally spills coffee on his pants, wetting his underwear.

A/N:Because me, and [livejournal.com profile] jheili were talking about underwear! LOLOL

Sho accidentally spills coffee on his pants, wetting his underwear. )

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Title: Big Bad Wolf meet Sailor Mars
Author:[livejournal.com profile] octavialao
Genre: Crack
Rating: PG
Pairings: Yama
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] jheili
Summary: Satoshi thinks Sho is cute in his Sailor Mars costume.

A/N: CROSS-POSTING THIS FROM RNA! <3 Because that Shiyagare episode where Sho cosplayed Sailor Mars is so darn adorable I couldn't help it! <3 <3 <3

And Hooorah for perfect 100 words!! *jumps up and down*

I look like a drag! )
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Title: Sonnet 17 : Sakumoto Drabble
Summary:  When all Jun could be is to be his shadow..
Rating: Gen
Genre: Angst
BETA: jheili
Disclaimer: THIS IS PURE FICTION. A production of my under imaginative mind. I do not own Arashi, especially SHO and JUN. If I do, WOULDN'T IT BE NICE??

A/N: Because I was once again feeling like a true Literature Student. XD The prompt is base on my favorite Sonnet # 17 by Paulo Neruda. If you want to check out the sonnet click HERE. I dunno if it's still a drabble though. hahaha! but maybe it is, for me maybe! XD

Oh, what will I do with his well shaped face, with a sharp jaw that I couldn’t help but want to trace my fingers on it. I am forever mesmerize by the older man’s gazes, that seems too deep but the kindness in them bursting out as his round eyes lay on you. His beautiful tall nose the I want to feel on my cheeks. And of course, those plump and luscious lips that I so ever want to devour, part them and thrust my tongue inside to taste the wonder of his mouth. Who could resist his smiles, his laughs that bring nothing but warmth, a sweet feeling in my heart, and butterflies in my stomach.

His crisp precision when he speaks, his fluid words, enough for one to gape at him and drown themselves to every word that comes out of his mouth. The intellect he emits, the brilliance of his breeding, His eloquence, and don't forget his manners As if on auto-pilot, his manners and discipline surfacing and I cannot stop myself from the awe plastering on my face. No one could deny that this man is indeed, Society’s upper class product.

I could look at him all day. His hair looks so soft I want to graze my finger through it. His tight pants, flattering his round full and beautiful ass is distracting but at the same time very alluring. I could stare forever at those beautifully sculpted arms, forming beautifully as he flexes them unconsciously. I shudder, what more if I was to see the beautiful art his abs must be. I lick my lips as I draw my eyes on his milky white neck, his veins pulsating as I stare at them. Those V-neck shirts really do wonders to a man’s body, and more to his aching organ. I wanted to graze my tongue and taste him.  How sexually tempting that man who is in front of me is, I try to stop myself from abducting the older man and do wonderful and dirty things to him.

But none of them are my reason. I do not harbor such emotions towards the older man because of them. They are onnly the aesthetics, the privilege of wanting the older man.

15 years they’ve been together. Knowing  each other very well, like how temperamental Ohno really is in real life, how he is so straightforward, his blunt honesty can cut you in two. How Nino really is a sucker for everything sweet and gagging. How clingy he really gets to the people around him. How Nino, despite denial really is a girl inside. Like Masaki, who may seem innocent and chirpy really is the saddest person in the bunch. How he’d space out like Ohno would always be but the difference is Leader is simply lazy, sleepy or thinking about fishing. How Masaki, despite his warm image, would be in the corner as if no one is with him, totally ignoring the people around him.

How I, really is a hopeless romantic. How I am labeled as the most gorgeous guy in the group. Sweeping millions of girls in my wake. How, in only one wink and piercing gaze can everyone fall inlove with me. I don’t even need to do anything to be loved. I’m stoic, intense, perfectionist and a diva. But no one will believe me if I say I could never win the heart of the only person I have ever loved all this years.

And there is Sakurai Sho. Yes, the man of my whole universe. Always has that short-temper and is even capable of throwing a punch or two if he snaps. The most violent of them, he exercises his dominance over the 4. I knows Sho has that dark side in him, that only I can totally see or I think only I can. The danger lurking in his personality, in his being that screams “dare not”. And I thought I am the feared one in the group. Even women are uncomfortable meeting my gaze. But Sakurai Sho has that same thing only in a much more intense level that he so cunningly hides well. His smiles mask the dark and hungry eyes that seem to tear him apart. But still despite everything I know, I could never, ever stay away from him.

How he is the very person who rejects the other members’ invitations, he’d be out and about once taping or work is over. We never contact each other, well it is only Sakurai Sho who does not communicate with the others. He never once shared his private life. He never really went out with us, but I knew he went out with Ohno, not only once but a couple of times. And everytime he sees Leader the day after, I can perfectly see the bruises in his nape and his body. The difficulty Leader has while sitting or walking. How more spaced-out he is. I shudder as I imagine the things they could be doing. Remembering once Sho had told him, “I like it hard, like to deliver it hard”. And here I am, thinking I am the Do-S.

His attraction is just too immense to ignore or to avoid. Like how the moon is pulled towards the earth, how the earth is pulled towards the sun. That is how I am pulled to the dark and secretive man. I want to revolve around him too, and make him the center of my universe. But he already is the center of my universe. But all I could be is his shadow, secretly admiring him from the back, following him, silently as I spout words of my devotion. All I can really do is to look at him at afar, his back the only thing I can see. Only staying in the dark, and hoping the sun could shine again so I can still be the shadow of the man I adore.

I tried so much to banish this feeling inside me. To stop myself from hurting, 15 years have passed by and yet i couldnt relinquish this feeling. The bud only continues to grow. It did not flourished, for I am still a shadow, but it didn’t die either. Only growing on its own, creeping in me, suffocating me, consuming my being. But the tinge of hope still surfaces and I know how FUCK UP I am for nurturing and cultivating such emotions. I knows Sakurai Sho isn’t GAY. And I am not as well. But then again, loving Sakurai Sho is like the most natural thing in my life. I didn’t choose to feel this way, it just happened like how the sun rises and sets. How I breathe in and out. How he wakes up everyday and sleeps at night. Just like a plant that sprouts in the earth and how the flower blooms. It just happened.

How could I ever convey my feelings for him. I know no other way. But I have always been behind him, supporting him. The obvious distance between us is eating away my sanity. I’m too afraid to reach out only to be avoided, rejected. All these years, I tried everything to gain his heart, subtle hints, touches, stares here and there. But I could never do more once those, round, intense and cold eyes are on me, questioning me. My knees fail me, I could never be strong enough to withstand him, his smell, his voice. Everything is so intoxicating, like a drink hard and strong enough to knock me off, too dry that it hurts my throat, but warm enough to feel the pleasure drowning my senses and perches me up on a temporary high. Except Sakurai Sho isn’t my temporary high. I’m addicted to him. He is in my system. I can never shake him off. I’ll probably die. What a girl I am right now.

How FUCK UP can I get? To fuck girls and guys just to satisfy my lust and wanting. My frustrations and desires to be with him pushes me to seek out the first person that I can use to comfort these emotions. I know he knows. He has already drawn the unspoken and invisible line between us. Hell I know that he is screwing with almost everyone in this group. Yea, almost everyone, except me. Jealousy is written all over my face, hurt and sadness, but why do I still make him my life? I could hate Masaki, Nino and especially Ohno. But I can never hate him. This love is tearing me apart inside. I don’t know any other way to love him. But to dream of him, his hand on my chest, my face on his neck, listening to his heart beat, and falls asleep. But what crap it is to dream about sleeping with him only to find a hallow hole in my heart when I wake up.


But if he were to ask me, I would have say yes. Even if he ask just to screw with me, I would have still say yes. Every subtle tease he does, I would take it in and lavish at the moment. That small oppurtunity to graze my skin to his skin. Moments when our eyes meet. Hearing him say my name. I would do anything. EVERYTHING. How pathetic can I be.

Great. Just great.

All I can ever do is look. Long for him. Dream of him. LOVE HIM FROM A FAR.

TOMATO

Mar. 29th, 2014 05:00 pm
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TITLE: Tomato
AUTHOR:[livejournal.com profile] octavialao
PAIRINGS: AIBA MASAKI x OC
GENRE: Fluffy. Humor?
SUMMARY: Aiba is very curious about a girl.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own ARASHI. and of course that means Aiba too. I wish I do.
WARNING: this is my first time, I repeat! a first timer to write a Fluffy fanfic. So it may not be as good as you expect this to be. :)

A/N: Wrote this for my friend on FB. She loves Aiba so I wrote an AibaxOC fic. hope she likes it! :)





Aiba was sitting while sipping his coffee. It’s a sunny, warm day. He loves the smell of coffee mixed with the scent of morning dew. And the little cries of good morning from all the animals in the pet shop. He smile and took in all the sweet smell and music his surroundings was making.

Aiba finished his coffee and went on to prepare everything for breakfast. He feed all the animals and watered them too. After the enjoying task he went to the door to flip the open sign. Then he noticed a girl standing infront of the shop. She lovingly looks at the puppies near the glass wall.



She was tall but shorter than Aiba by an inch or two. She has fair, milky and almost luminous skin.Her hair, jet black, long and it curls in the end. She was wearing a cute frilly peach skirt that ends just above her knees. A cute cream colored sweater with cute patterns. Aiba tried to steal a look at her face, but she was also wearing a pink beach hat with a blue ribbon on it and sways as the wind blows upon it. The hat covers half of her features and all Aiba could see is her bright smile.



When Aiba decided to open the door and approach her. She turns slowly and started to walk away from the shop. Aiba felt an urge to call after her. But then prevented himself from doing so. He doesn’t even know her name. All he could do is to watch her beautiful figure disappear on the horizon.



The next day, Aiba started his chores a little early than usual. He couldn’t get a decent sleep. It was a very hot Sunday and the heat annoys him. As he finished everything and went to flip the sign to officially start the day, he again saw the girl in front of the shop. She was now wearing a bright yellow skirt with pink ribbons on each side. A pale baby blue cardigan over a cream colored shirt. Still she wore the hat she wore yesterday and again it covers half of her face. But her smile was the brightest of all and Aiba felt warm fluffy feeling inside.



Aiba stared at her lips, and didn’t realize that the girl slowly turns her back. When he did, Aiba immediately unlocked the door. A he was out of the doorway but he was already looking at the girl fleeting figure. Aiba again had the urge to call after her. And still like the last time, he forced himself not to. But he made a mental note that the next time she drops by, he’ll be outside the shop talking to her.



Weeks passed but the girl never came back. Aiba couldn’t get a decent sleep. He was unconsciously looking at the glass window every morning to check if she’s standing outside. He even dreams about her, her lovely figure and her sweet and beautiful smile. Aiba thought he was going crazy. She was invading his thoughts all the time he almost feed their Rose-ringed Parakeet to their Boa constructor.



The day ended dull and sad. He sighed heavily. 4 weeks has passed but still no sign of the sweet smiling girl. He sighed for the last time as he locked the door. When he turned he notice someone leaning on the glass window looking at the sleeping puppies. Aiba’s heart raced. She was wearing a sleeveless, pale pink dress with frills on the front. And This time she was not wearing any hat. Aiba just stood there frozen, the girl then stepped backward and slowly turn away from the window. This time she turned to face Aiba.



Aiba almost choked. She was beautiful. The moonlight made her skin glow. Her cheeks were a color of pale pink and somehow Aiba thought that if it was daylight those cheeks were as pink as the color of the rose in his garden. Her eyes were round and sparkling, her nose tall and pretty, her lips, full and naturally red. But it was her smile that had Aiba grasping for breathing. Of rather said, it was breath taking. Her smile warms up every cell in Aiba body.



She slowly approached him and whispered “Konbanwa, otsukaresama” to him. He stammered as he tried to reply but all he could mustered was “kookbakwa”. The girl chuckled but it was more of amazement than making fun of Aiba. Aiba loved the sound of her laugh. She stepped closer to Aiba and he swear he could hear himself whimper.



“Can I visit again tomorrow?” She said as she flutters her eyelashes.



Aiba stiffens again, she was more captivating in a short distance. He mentally kicked himself for wanting to touch her hands and cheeks. He looked deeply to her almond eyes and tried not to choke.



“Yes of course. Please do. And you can come inside too.” He mentally praised himself. He didn’t choke nor stammered.



“Thank you!” then she smiled her precious smile. And she offered her hand to Aiba and Aiba looked at it.



“I’m Kat by the way. Hajimemashite. Masaki-kun.” She flashed her smile again.



Aiba was surprised! He took her hand but said nothing. He wondered how she knew his name. He crooked his head on one side mouth open and eyes wondering. Kat chuckled one again and pointed something on Aiba’s s


“Aiba. Aiba Masaki. That’s what it says on your Name tag. I love your name. It’s beautiful.”



Aiba again mentally kicked and this time slapped himself. He thought how stupid of him to forget the he still have his tag. The thought that she knew his name and called him “Masaki-kun”, gave him a funny good feeling inside.


“Oh. The name tag. Yea. I forgot about that.” And he forces a laugh that earned a soft chuckle from her.



“You’re so adorable. Even when you’re taking good care of the animals, you’re so adorable. I love seeing the animals when I pass by the pet shop. But When I look at you through the glass, I loved to see more.” She shyly bows her head. Aiba noticed that her cheeks are now the same color of tomatoes.



“Ah! Tomatoes!” Kat’s head jerks up and she look at him questioningly.



“ Ah I mean, ahmm do you like tomatoes? Ahmm you know I have a garden at home. I grow them. I’ll bring some tomorrow!” He panicked and scolds himself for being stupid. Kat was now laughing heartily and Aiba, he flushed red. But was distracted by the sweet voice she emits.



“Yes, please. Please do bring some tomatoes tomorrow. I would love to eat them. Ja, please take care of me from now on.” She bowed and beamed at Aiba.



“hun! And Please, take care of me from now on. Kat-chan” he beamed at her as well. He was caught off guard when Kat kissed him in the cheek.



“Mata ne!” She waved and slowly turned and walked opposite to Aiba. She stopped and turned again to his direction.

“You’re cute when your cheeks are the same color as a tomato!” She said and turns to walk. And Aiba could hear her soft chuckle. He mentally noted to bring the tomatoes tomorrow.

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