"oh you're finally awake" i heard omi's husky voice first thing in the morning. sounds like he just woke up too.
"good morning"
i finally opened my eyes. there he was, the love of my life. the man i wanted to spend the rest of my life with. he looks so adorable with his bed hair. his face was so close. his hand was rough yet felt so soft as he was caressing my cheek. the look on his eyes were so endearing as it pierced right through mine.
"your eyes are swollen..ill have to take responsibility for making you cry last night" he smiled brightly.
"omi!” i chuckled. “stop teasing me we just woke up" i felt my face turn red. i covered my face with the blanket out of embarrassment as i remembered the screams of pleasure i let out last night.
he laughed then he took the blanket off my face. he was suddenly on top of me, feeling his warm breath as he lightly placed his lips on my bare shoulder, giving it a soft peck, tracing his lips up to my neck until he found his way to my lips. it started with a playful kiss, until it became something more passionate. he lightly squeezed my bare breasts and i let out a moan in his mouth. he drowned me in his passionate kisses, tongues sliding against each other, until we're both out of breath. he softly bit my lower lip as he slowly pulled away. my lips longed for more but there's no way im telling him, it's already embarrassing enough.
"haha you look so cute when you're embarrassed i just cant help it". he laughed as he playfully pressed my nose with his finger.
i felt my face getting redder and redder as i hid my face on his chest, embracing him tightly. Still feeling embarrassed, i quietly muttered “I love you” under my breath, hoping he heard none of that as i went back to sleep in his warm embrace. i felt him hug me back, placing a kiss on my forehead.
i just wanted to write a small drabble about the ensemble cast and their own dorm (aka, my self insert’s place), so here it is!
To the Ensemble cast of the Mankai Company, the second dormitory is their own paradise.
This is not to say that their own homes, which most of them often stayed in, were bad. But there was a different feeling to being in these dorms. For some, it felt like a break away; the younger members certainly felt it was like a step into adulthood, imagining what their own college dorms would be like. The older members grew to understand the actions of those in the main cast, such as Tsuzuru or Omi, always acting like older siblings. They were family, just as much as family as the main cast.
Iku’s troupe was his family as well, that was true, but there was something about Mankai’s ensemble cast that felt right. His troupe didn’t have a dorm, so perhaps that added to his closeness to his fellow ensemble members. But entering the door of the dorms after school or a play was electrifying. It was home, plain and simple, and he wouldn’t give it up for anything.
“There’s an atmosphere around here that’s always calling me back. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
Arata was one of those who was most often with everyone in Mankai. He attributed it to his thirst for knowledge, wanting to learn as much as he could from his fellow actors. Helping sew a few costumes with Yuki here, learning new recipes from Omi for the ensemble dorm there, and picking up an editing program from Kazunari for fun. And showing these skills off to those at the dorm was fun, watching their eyes light up as he whipped up a new meal for them to enjoy together. He’d always wanted to learn more for himself, but now it was more fun to help the others within the company.
“I want to learn as much as I can, and I’ve never felt more motivation than when I’m here with you all.”
It was honest to say that Eiji joined Mankai because of the costumes. Being able to wear such interesting clothes was such a call to action. But, he found that it was much more fun to get into costume with his troupe. The looks of anxiety and excitement that passed over their faces was exhilarating. The only feeling that beat that was coming back to the dorms with them, the laughter filling the air as they settled into their beds.
“Being here is more than just costumes, it’s a sense of family! I’m so grateful to have met you all!”
Miki was confident in many aspects of his life. His path for his future high school, his passion for acting, his ability to be persuasive and charismatic. But he was most confident in the fun he had at the dorms. Sure, he had close friends, but his troupe members in the ensemble cast brought out a new side of mischief in him, made him feel free and happy. He’d found such a close friendship, it was so dear to him. He’d be happy to be in the ensemble cast for as long as they’d have him.
“This place has a sort of carefree vibe you can’t find anywhere else. I’m glad that I found acting, and you all.”
You could ask the local guitarist, Akito, how amazing it was to sit under the gazebo out back and write songs under the stars. Maybe it wasn’t the recording studio most artists dreamed of, but nothing was better than having his troupe mates come out back to see what he was doing. There always was, mysteriously, a scarf waiting for him on the colder days, a gentle reminder to take care and bundle up. He remembers fondly the day he spotted Micaiah knitting his, and the other’s resting snugly in his knitting bag.
“The dorms are warm, like a scarf gifted on a cold winter's day. I know I’ll carry this warmth with me forever.”
Takuya had no plans to act until watching the summer troupe practice. His search to try something new had opened up to a world of wonder, like a summer’s day off exploring wonderland when he was just a kid. Everything felt so freeing, and being able to laugh with the others and feel the excitement of putting on a performance made him feel like he was soaring. Sure, he wasn’t a part of the main cast of the Summer Troupe, but they were his friends and troupe members either way, he couldn’t have wished for anything more.
“Being here feels nostalgic in the best way, you know? It’s the breath of fresh air I was searching for.”
There were many good things Ichiro could say about the Mankai company. Perhaps he was influenced by the fact others from his group also worked there, but it was truly a home. It didn’t hurt that he had convinced some of the other members to work out, bonding together with the others in his own way. He’s still honestly startled by Muku’s strength, but to him, the kid really showed what the Mankai company was really like. It seemed small, ambitious, but the company could really pack a punch.
“A roof’s a roof, and a home’s a group of people you can trust. That’s exactly what’s here under this roof.”
There wasn’t really anything that had made Kengo want to act, despite being swept up by Citron and Kazunari. He didn’t understand what they saw in him, what the others see in him now. But it was undeniably fun, being with everyone, acting together. It was nice too, to come to this dorm with a delicious meal waiting for him and friends to hang out with. Plus, it was easy to snack on new foods with Micaiah always experimenting and cooking for them.
“There’s always something new to experience here, something crazy happening. It’s fun.”
Julian had no need to read any fortune to tell that this home he had found was something special. It was meant to be, to be a part of the Mankai’s ensemble cast. And it was fun to read the fortunes of the other members, though he could always know for success in their plays. All their efforts pointed towards it, no fortune could prove otherwise. This place, this troupe, is something great. At least, it’s something great to him.
“I feel like I’m the luckiest man in the world to be here, with you all.”
Determination is what pushed Yuichi through to becoming such a well renowned model, and now to polishing his acting. Whatever had pulled him to this stage specifically was perhaps one of the best gut feelings he had followed. It was nice, warm, in a cheesy way. But who would he be to complain when he enjoyed that feeling? The nice record player in the living room didn’t hurt either, often sweeping up whoever came through the door into a dance on happier days, and finding solace in the music it played other days as he sat by the fire on worse ones. There was comfort and effort in being here.
“Our effort shines through in our work here, I’m glad I saw that casting call. There’s something about this place that makes it feel special.”
It was true that Tsubasa, like Iku, was primarily part of another troupe. He had heard from countless people, particularly Yuzo, that he ran them ragged with his active imagination. But it was fun, to get the others in the dorms to play along. There was something fun about embracing the drama of theater, and he was glad to find such kindred spirits within these halls.
“Perhaps what I say is perceived as enthusiastic, but these buildings are more important than many others. At least to us, to me, they are, for they are our homes.”
It would be unfair to talk about the older brother figures of Mankai without mentioning Keita. It surprised him that he has such a brotherly side. But he loved the other members of Mankai like family, and became elated when they relied on him for something. Maybe he couldn’t act full time, but being able to stand on the stage in any way he could, and find a family along the way? Well, that was something special.
“I’m glad I can walk back on to the stage with you all. Being here has brought me so much happiness, I don’t even think I really realize how much this means to me some days.”
Micaiah watched from the kitchen with a smile, tapping the spoon he had used to stir tonight’s soup with a smile. The ensemble cast was small, maybe not as well noticed as his friends in the main cast. But they were with his dorms, and his family. And to see them all gathered around the table and talk about how happy they were to be here made him feel all warm and happy. There was a place for all of them, and Micaiah was glad to provide it.
hi happy holidays, here’s a soft hisohoma drabble i finally finished and semi haply with
i havent written for a3 before so bear with me, this is a learning process
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Hisoka rolled over in bed, the consistent sound of a pen scratching on paper drew him out of his slumber. You’d think after living in the same room as Homare he’d be used to it, but sometimes it just goes on for way too long. Earlier, he had fallen asleep to the same exact sounds, so what time was it now? He fished his phone out of his jacket to check. 2:45AM.
Hisoka rose up just enough to peek over the railing of his bed. Sure enough, he spotted the Homare enveloped in his work at the desk. Papers were scattered all around him, all with pen scratches filling the page. This was the same state Hisoka had left him in hours before, and there was still no sign of him stopping any time soon. Unless Hisoka has any say in it.
After watching him fill an entire paper and start a new one, Hisoka spoke up.
“Alice...” He started out quiet, but when he recieved no response, he spoke louder, “Alice.” The writing continued.
Hisoka sat up from his bed, grabbed a pillow and threw it towards the poet. It hit him in the back, startling him quite a bit and caused him to fall from whatever world trapped him in writing mode
His eyes ripped from the paper and he swirled in his seat to look for the culprit.
Hisoka just climbed over the railing of his bed and softly landed on the ground
“Hisoka-kun?” His eyes struggled against the dark, the strain created a sharp pain in his head. “Is it morning already? Ah, I didn’t realize I was writing for that long!” He rubbed his eyes with a sigh as he turned back towards his desk
Behind him, Hisoka grumbled “You’re being loud.” as he approached his roommate. While that was true, Homare was, and always is, being loud, he was also worried about the man’s wellbeing. He clearly went over his body’s limit.
“Oh... I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Homare turned back to Hisoka, who was now standing behind him.
Hisoka just sighed, swaying lightly. It’ll be impossible to stop any time soon. He might as well just stay in Azuma’s room for the rest of the night.... Except.....
“Alice, it’s late. If you lose too much sleep, you wont be able to supply my marshmallows.”
Homare chuckled, shaking his head lightly as he turned back towards his work. “Your selfish demands are as predictable as always, Hisoka-kun. Worry not, dear! Supplying and watching over you comes as naturally as breathing for me! Now go sleep, let me finish this and I’ll be in bed in no time!” Despite his burning eyes, he started to write again.
Hisoka let out yet another sigh as Homare hunched back over his papers. For someone obviously exhausted, he sure does have a lot of drive and energy. If he keeps this up, he’ll end up like Tsuzuru after a script grind. So there was no way Hisoka was going to let that happen. It’s almost as impossible to draw Homare away from his work than it is to keep Hisoka awake, but possible if you have the right techniques.
“How annoying...” Hisoka grumbled as he made his moves. He grabbed the back of Homare’s chair and pulled it away from the desk. As he turned to complain, Hisoka took it as an opening and slipped into the poet’s lap, wrapping his arms around him and laid his head comfortably on his shoulder. All of this happened in less than a few seconds. So Homare could just forget about working now, he could hardly even move.
“You’re truely troublesome, Hisoka-kun. What will I ever do with you?” He placed a hand on the back of Hisoka’s head and ran his fingers through to fluff of his hair.
“You slept in your day clothes again, huh? This is why everything you own is wrinkled. I keep telling you this, won’t you ever learn?”
This playful scolding didn’t last long as the lack of sleep quickly caught up to Homare. His eyes flickered to the clock. 3AM.
He laid his head on Hisoka’s as he spoke, “I suppose my work can wait. Iwouldn’t want to fall asleep while speaking to my publisher tomorrow, would I?” He yawned, cradling Hisoka close to him. “And I have to stay up for my job of keeping track of you, of course.” He closed his eyes and place a kiss on Hisoka’s hair, “Have to make sure you’re not falling asleep on the side of the road again.” He smiled, closing his eyes
“Your warmth, it brings me.... wonders of inspiration...”
Hisoka quickly lifted his head, “I don’t want to hear it...” He moved away to stand up, taking Homare’s hand to assure he follows. “Let’s go to bed now, Alice.”
Homare let out a small laugh, lightly rubbing his head. “Your tactics never fail, Hisoka-kun.” He sighed in defeat, as he was pulled along to the bed.
As they lay next to each other, Hisoka curled up against Homare’s chest, his head resting under his partner’s chin. Homare rested a hand in Hisoka’s white hair, and started to sleepily build a new poem: “Warm... in sync... snow white flowers... cherished in the sun. Forevermore...”
“That’s different from your other ones.”
“Is it? I didn’t notice. Perhaps my muse changed! Ah! Maybe I can make make it part of a complete series!” Homare, although sleep deprived, still had the same dopey grin on his face. “A brilliant idea! I’ll speak to my publisher about it tomorrow! So many good things are coming my way!” How could he have so much energy?
Hisoka just sighed once again, “How annoying... Maybe I should sleep with Azuma-san tomorrow night....” He moved to roll over, but Homare’s hold stopped him. He ran his finger through his hair and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
NSFW...kinda
My self-indulgent Omi drabble because I can
Omi tucks you to bed and kisses you gently with his soft lips, caresses your body with his calloused hands, and gazes at you passionately with his amber-colored eyes. You stared back at him, running your hand through his short brown hair, to his face, scar, neck, down to his toned chest. You then hugged him tightly, your warm lips pressed against his ear then you whispered "I love you". He smiled softly, touches your face, ran his fingertips through it down to your jaw, then kisses you passionately.
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He wakes you up with a kiss on the forehead. He then gets up and you wake up to the sight of his wide and muscled back gleaming beneath the sunlight. You thought his bed hair was really sexy and you can't wait to run your hand through it again. He suddenly looked at you with a smirk as he talked in a husky voice.
"Can I eat you for breakfast?"
