Meme time!

[candyland]

First, because ran_mouri82 asked me so nicely...







...well, I did make them myself ^__^ Also, let it be known that knitting with uber-fuzzy yarn is rather difficult >.>;;

And now, a meme...which I will probably regret doing, but oh well!

I'll do a drabble request only for the people who friended me! Just post a pairing (one I know!), genre, rating, and prompt.

...and let it be known that I reserve my right as the Almighty Authoress to take any Conan drabbles that might turn out uber-smurfy and somehow wrangle them into my challenge for fanfic100. Or any other theme comm I am doing. Because I am insane. And a theme comm whore. That is all.

Comments

[jeva-chan.livejournal.com]

Pairing: Kid/Shinichi (hurhurhur)
Genre: Drama-ish?
Rating: PG-13-ish. (just a little bit of shounen-ai? :D?)
Prompt: "Kissu-kissu! ♥"

... I'm a dork. *goes back to doing... whatever it was that she was doing--hi*

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

*readies smiting tool for the purposes of using it on Jeva*

It can almost be called the Annoyance Theory.The old adage goes that if you want an irritant to go away, you simply have to ignore them. They might throw even more of a tantrum, but if you refuse to give them your attention, eventually they will tire of it and find other ways to entertain themselves.

Kaitou Kid, the illustrious Phantom Thief, folded his arms and studied the young man leaning against the railing that ran the perimeter of the skyscraper's roof. He'd gotten there and found one of his favorite rivals waiting for him.

This was almost to be expected, and he'd prepared a few new zingers for the verbal banter that was undoubtedly going to occur before he made his getaway. But he wasn't quite prepared to be...

Ignored.

Flat-out ignored--like he wasn't even there, or he was completely invisible. No witty banter, no threats of catching him another time, no insistence that he give up and surrender to arrest. Zilch. Insult was added to injury when Kudo fished a book out of his pocket and started reading.

For one such as Kid, who essentially thrived on being the center of attention, this was not an acceptable state of affairs! He knew he had enough of a lead that he could stay and play for a few minutes before the police would catch up. He sincerely hoped they enjoyed the little present he'd left on the stairs for them--it was amazing, the things one could do with silly putty and a few coat hangers, really.

Ten minutes later, Kudo had turned six pages, and Kid was running out of ideas--yet another rare occurrence. This only added to his increasingly bad temper over the whole affair. He sensed that there was some sort of a battle going on here, and he did not like the fact that he seemed to be losing. But Kudo hadn't reacted to anything!

Finally, Kid did the only thing he could think of--the one thing he was sure the Great Stone-Face couldn't possibly keep up a facade against. He reached out with both hands and grabbed Kudo's cheeks--his facial ones, the other ones were pressed against a railing and thus not available for immediate grope-age.

To Kudo's credit, his expression didn't change a whit when he was grabbed. But his mask shattered into shock and alarm when Kid pounced. "Kissu kissu!"

There wasn't time to move away, and Shinichi found himself faced with a sizable choice: continue the rather unorthodox kiss...or flip backwards over the railing and plumment to his death on the pavement below.

After a few seconds of wavering back and forth, he decided that death really wasn't an option, and stayed put.

...and he was pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn't the worst kiss of his life, either.

It was Kid who ended the kiss--not that Shinichi had much of a choice, as he was walled...or railed, as the case may be. The Phantom Thief lingered a moment longer before suddenly stepping back. "What was that all about?" he asked, shoving gloved hands into pockets.

"You did exactly what I thought you would do."

"Which was?"

"Throw a tantrum."

"I did not."

"So putting a pigeon on my head and sticking roses in my ears wasn't a tantrum? Then what was it?"

"Interpretive art. And there are the police. Ja ne, tantei-san!"

In a flourish of white cape and rose petals, he was gone. Off the roof, Shinichi assumed--that was the usual M.O. when it came to escape. And for once, Shinichi found himself not minding that Kid had gotten away.

[gynophobia.livejournal.com]

crack!pairing time xD

Pairing: Conan/Shincihi
Genre: Comedy
Rating: PG13
Prompt: FUNimation xD

[jeva-chan.livejournal.com]

WIN! XDDDD

Two of a Kind

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

I think this takes the cake as the most awful thing I have ever written. I apologize, I truly do...for it is crack.

The two boys stared at each other with identical blue eyes—the smaller one, perhaps a decade younger than his older counterpart, adjusted his glasses and raised an eyebrow. “…what the hell are you doing here?”

“Because the author’s on crack,” the taller one (who we will call Shinichi) shrugged, shoving his hands casually into his pockets.

The younger one—henceforth known as Conan—shrugged in an echo of Shinichi’s movements. “So what’s this case all about?”

“Arson,” Shinichi pointed towards the smoking remains of what had once been a building. “I know we usually deal with murderers, but this case is extremely interesting.”

“How so?”

“Well, we’ve already got the arsonist,” Shinichi replied. “The perp was wearing a T-shirt for a show called Dragonball Z, and he was dragged away, screaming something about a dub.”

“…so why are we here then?” Conan asked.

“I have no idea,” Shinichi said.

Crickets chirped for a moment.

Finally, Shinichi spoke again. “So…you wanna make out?”

Conan raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t we the same person?”

“Do not underestimate my ego.”

“…fair enough.”

*sits patiently and waits for the firing squad*

[girlquinn.livejournal.com]

Your "washcloths" make me wanna snuggle something.... and I don't know why... o_o

I really want 2 fics though! Can you just pick one out of the two?

pairing:Makoto/Sonoko
genre:fluff
rating:any rating
prompt:polka dot (I was looking at my socks...*__*)

or...

pairing:Kaito/Aoko
genre:crack (or fluffy crack)
rating:any rating
prompt:erm... uh... your rainbow knitted hankies/washcloths/potholder thingies? :D

Please? Pretty please?

Visitor

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

I went for the second one (sort of) because the mental image was just too awesome to resist. And with your permission, I might expand on this idea a bit and use it for a Nights fic? *hopeful look*

When Aoko went upstairs to her room and found Kaitou Kid lounging on her windowsill...well, to say she was surprised would be an understatement, and do no justice at all to her shock.

She was even more startled to see what he was holding. The items in his hands were neither cards, nor card gun, nor any sort of heist trophy...but seemed to be knitting needles.

She stared at him for a while, knowing that he had to be aware of her presence, before speaking. "What are you doing here?" It seemed the obvious question...yet somehow still so silly.

Finally, he turned his head and actually acknowledged that she was there. He raised his hands a bit more, allowing her a better view of the long needles he held. "Knitting. Have you ever tried it, Nakamori-san? It's quite relaxing." He turned his head again and bent over his work.

The room was silent for a moment, save for the soft clicking of the needles as he manipulated them between his hands to coax a cloth of sorts from mere yarn.

Aoko watched silently, uncertain of what to do. Her father wasn't home yet, and he'd be long gone before she could get to a phone. There really wasn't much else she could do...but watch.

So she did, studying his form carefully. It was a strange little paradox, to see the infamous thief, International Criminal 1412, one of the most wanted men alive...sitting on her window, doing something that most people associated with their grandmothers. Her eyes traced slowly over his outline--the hat-brim cast a shadow, keeping her from truly seeing his face--but she did see that his expression was different from the smug smirk he always wore as he danced around the Taskforce.

He was smiling--Kid wasn't Kid without the smile--but it was softer, more of a half-smile than anything, the look of one who is proud of his work. There was no magic, save for what was appearing from the needles.

He looked...calm. Peaceful.

It was strange.

"You have questions." She nearly jumped when he spoke, and shook herself as she realized that she'd fallen into his trap--that presence he had about him was hypnotic in and of itself.

"Why are you here?" she asked, sitting down on her bed. It was amazing how at ease she felt--still, she knew on every level that he wouldn't hurt her. That was one of the few points she would grudgingly give the thief.

"Just catching my breath," he replied easily. "Do you wish me gone?"

"...what are you making?"

"A present."

"For who?"

"Someone very special."

"A girl?"

"Perhaps."

"You have a girlfriend. Your fanclub will be crushed."

"I don't, actually."

"Boyfriend?"

"Nein."

"Why are you knitting?"

"Because it's relaxing. Even we Phantom Thieves need to unwind after a hard night's work."

Aoko snorted, but didn't respond beyond that. Instead, she returned to simply watching. Again, she started to feel that strange hypnotic wave rush over her as she watched his hands move...strange how calm she felt...

She needed to catch him for her father, though...

TBC in...the next comment...

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

And now, ze conclusion!

When Aoko next opened her eyes, there was sunlight in pools on the floor.

It took her a moment to realize where she was and what had happened exactly. But when she did, she sat upright and took a quick inventory. She was still in the clothes she'd worn the night before. Her hair was a mess...

But most importantly, Kid had vanished. Escaped once again.

She felt like a fool--she'd fallen under his spell, just like all those damned screaming fangirls...

Sighing, Aoko rolled out of bed and stretched, trying to decide what to do first. But as she looked around, she noticed that the window was still just slightly ajar. Grumbling about phantom thieves and manners and the former's complete lack of the latter, she crossed the room to remedy the situation...

...only to find something wedged under the window, keeping it from closing all the way. Curious, she eased the item--a rectangular box--from under the window and closed it the rest of the way.

She studied the box carefully, but found nothing amiss. Taking a deep breath, she lifted the lid and peered inside...and found some sort of blue fabric staring back at her.

No...not blue fabric.

Aoko lifed it from the box, and belatedly realized what it was--a long fuzzy blue scarf. But she was distracted by a small piece of paper inside the box. Draping the gift--for that's obviously what it was--around her shoulders, she read...

I said it was for someone special, didn't I?



...pleeeeeeeeease can I use this for Nights? *puppy dog eyes*

[illeistic.livejournal.com]

MEME MEME MEME!!! MY KINDA MEME. BWAHAHAHAHHAA. >D >D >D

GUESS WHICH PAIRING? THAT'S RIGHT! HEIJI/KAZUHA WHOOOOOOO! :D :D :D :D
Genre: ROMANSUUUU
Rating:.. OHOHOHO. >D NC-17! Just kidding. :D Anything's fine.
Prompt: SEX. JUST KIDDING. 8D WASHCLOTHS, since you're all into them. :3

YAY DRAAAABBLE!

And btw, those washcloths are sexy ;D ♥

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

TAKE THE DAMN FIC AND STOP POKING ME!! *luffles

“And you swear you checked the weather report before we left the house?” Heiji said, far too quietly. Quiet was worse than anger—quiet meant danger.

Kazuha fidgeted slightly and glared out of habit. “It said there was a twenty percent chance of rain. That meant there was an eighty percent chance that it wouldn’t rain. Get off my back.”

“Ahou…” he muttered, wrapping his jacket a bit more tightly around himself.

It was a camping trip gone awry, courtesy of Mother Nature and a huge rainstorm. And as a result, tempers were running short and tension was running high. Still, it seemed wiser to wait until the rain at least let up a bit before packing everything up and making a break for it.

Still, Heiji was starting to get snippy, and Kazuha had had enough. She clambered over him and crawled along towards the ground towards the tent flap.

“What’re you doing?” Heiji asked, watching her.

“I’m going outside,” she replied angrily before disappearing out into the rain.

It took about two-point-two seconds for Heiji to feel bad about snapping at her. Sighing, he crawled after her and stuck his head through the open flap. “Kazuha, come back inside. At least it’s…sort of dry in here.” There was one corner of the tent that was dripping water, but the rest of it was holding up fairly well under the weight of the rain.

To his surprise, she wasn’t really doing anything. She was just standing there, arms folded across her chest, head tilted backwards to look up at the sky. She was already soaked, the rain plastering her ponytail to the back of her nylon jacket. After a moment of this, she turned and gave Heiji an impish smile. “Hey, Heiji…”

He knew that smile…and he wasn’t sure if he liked that smile. “What?”

“I have an idea,” she sang. “Something I’ve always wanted to try…”

“And that would be what?”

Kazuha didn’t reply verbally. Instead, she simply stripped off her jacket and dropped it to the ground in front of the tent. Her gray T-shirt almost immediately turned a dark charcoal color as it was splattered with rain. He could hear her humming to herself as she reached up with one hand and pulled the ribbon from her wet ponytail, letting it fall loose.

“Kazuha, what are you…” Heiji trailed off into open-mouthed gaping as she casually peeled off the T-shirt (literally peeled it off—it was wet enough to stick to her skin) and tossed it aside as if it were nothing. The rain now fell on far too much bare flesh.

She ran her fingers through her wet hair and turned to look at him over her shoulder. “What?” she smiled mischievously. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to dance in the rain?”

Heiji swallowed hard, not quite sure what to think or say in response to that. Laughing lightly at his reaction (or lack thereof), Kazuha skipped over—and he noticed absently that she was barefoot—and reached down to grab his hand. “C’mon! You can play too!” she giggled, pulling him out of the tent and into the rain.

And before Heiji had time to process any of this, her arms were around his neck and her lips were pressing against his in a way that was all too familiar, and yet still so addictive…so wonderfully intoxicating.

To be continued in the next comment...

Ze conclusion!

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

She also had very talented hands, he noted as her fingers moved to make quick work of his jacket and shirt, tearing the latter over his head and tossing them both haphazardly to the side, not caring where they landed. And then her fingers were toying with the waistline of his jeans and working in other areas and his knees were about to turn to jelly…

When she pushed on his chest, he didn’t have time to react; he just went straight down, winding up on his back on the wet grass. Any other time, he would have been irritated at such a position, but Kazuha seemed quite intent on ridding him of his jeans, which made it all seem a lot nicer.

It belatedly occurred to him that he could actually participate if he so chose, and choose, he did. When she bent to kiss him again, his arms slid around her, fingers sliding over wet, bare skin to tangle in her hair. For one brief moment, he stole control…until she pulled away and shook her head at him, eyes sparkling. “Ah, ah, ah…” she waved a finger at him, as though he had done something to misbehave.

Heiji was ready to retort from habit alone…and then there wasn’t time to think as she pressed him back down against the wet ground and straddled his hips and suddenly the world was a very physical place and that was just wonderful to his mind, thank you very much.

There was something deeply primal about the moment. Outside in the woods, in the grass, with the rain falling on them and touching places that rain had never touched before. It fueled something—something deep and primitive and instinctive.

Finally, Kazuha cried out his name—that delightful sound that never failed to make his toes curl and send pleasant shivers coursing up and down his spine—and collapsed on top of him in a tangle of damp limbs and trembling bodies and endless kisses.

When she was able to speak again (which took a few minutes), Kazuha giggled. “I like camping.”

“You and your ideas…”

“What? You didn’t like it?”

“…”

She chuckled and leaned back, putting one hand on either side of his head to prop herself up so she could look down at him properly. “So…do you still want to go home early?”

“…absolutely not.”

“I’m not going to sleep for the rest of the weekend, am I?”

“Hey,” he lifted his head quickly to steal a kiss, “you started it.”


THERE! YOU HAVE IT!

[ran-mouri82.livejournal.com]

Gasp! BYOO-TEE-FUL! Thanks for posting the piccy! ^^

And here's my drabble request!

Pairing: ErixKogorou
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Rating: G to PG
Prompt: Coffee Stain

Telltale Stain

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

Slightly short and slightly silly, but I hope you enjoy it!

He was staring.

And Eri was getting nervous.

It wasn’t even so much that her estranged husband was staring at her—far from it. It was more that his eyes kept drifting to a certain place. A place where his eyes should certainly not be so fixated. His scrutiny was getting a bit uncomfortable.

“What are you looking at?” she finally snapped.

He jerked back as though he’d been stung. “Well, I…you…”

“Anata—“ her tone turned warning.

Kogoro swallowed hard and turned away. “You have a stain…on your shirt.”

Eri blinked once, twice, three times a lady before looking down at herself. Sure enough, she’d somehow managed to spill coffee on herself at some point and not notice it. Even worse, the stain was at just the right spot to draw attention to…

Oh dear.

Suddenly self-conscious, she tugged at the lapels of her blazer to pull them over the offending spot. “Thank you for telling me. I didn’t know,” she said carefully. A nice, safe reply.

Kogoro grunted, but said nothing else.

Also, I love my icon.

[kuririnchan.livejournal.com]

Oh, cute! The colours are gorgeous!


You'll probabably get a million drabble requests, and Strawberrychan already asked for what I would have suggested anyway, so I'll just read hers when you post it. XD

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

Aww, thank you!! :D

...which one of her prompts? She technically made two requests ^^;;

[gomath02.livejournal.com]

Those are THE.AWESOME!

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

Thank you! ♥

[insaneladybug.livejournal.com]

Wow! Those washcloths are really awesome! I just love the colors. Gorgeous! X3 I can tell a lot of work was put into them.

As for the drabbles, hmm. I pose to you the same question that I did to RanMouri. XD Do you accept friendship pairings as well as romantic ones?

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D :D :D *holds up fuzzy scarf that is next project* Knitting is fun!

Absolutely...so long as you don't mind the resulting drabble (since I assume I won't miss my guess here) winding up as, oh, say, a fic for 30_evil_deeds? :D?

[fyliwionvilyaer.livejournal.com]

Pweety scarfs!!!

And since I'm late and my pairings are all stolen....

Pairing: (lets take a reaaaallly wild guess and say....) Aoko/Kaito XP
Genre: Smexy
Rating: Smexy (Take that as is.. XD PG-13? R? Whatever?)
Prompt: Sme- teasing XD ummmm -----> Fallen? Gypsy Laddie? Stairway to Heaven? (Take your pick XD)

[ytak.livejournal.com]

Pairing: Kaito (or Kid)/Everyone he's ever been paired with.
Genre: Humor. Lots of it. Crack if you will (considering the "pairing").
Rating: T/PG
Prompt:"Because we wanted to jump your bones!"

Or

Pairing: Hayate/Himeno
Genre: WAFF!
Rating: up to T/PG
Prompt: "I heard you kissed me when I 'died.'"

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

I actually did something very similar to the second one for the last fic in my series for Hayate/Himeno on 30_kisses, so I guess that leaves the first one, huh?

...this should be interesting :D

[alena_s_anigor.livejournal.com]

Yay! XD

Pairing:KaitoxAoko
Genre:semi-smut? XD
Rating:PG13~NC17
Prompt:cold night

Muaha! XDD

[inquisitorial.livejournal.com]

Do you accept requests of the Ouran fandom?

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

Ummmm...I haven't had a plunnie for that fandom yet. Maybe give an Ouran one, and then a back-up for a fandom I'm a bit more familiar with? :D?

[twosen.livejournal.com]

*waves* Remember me? =P

D'ya do the FMA fandom? *hopeful since all the Conan ones I wanted were already taken*

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

*waves* Hi!

Ummm...I'm only sort of in that fandom. You can request something if you want, but I have no faith whatsoever in my ability to write it well or in-character >.>

[magic-truth.livejournal.com]

Wash cloths!! They're pretty! If only I wasn't so craftsy-challenged.

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

I still say you could learn to knit! It's so easy, and it's pretty darn hard to stab yourself with a knitting needle! ^__^;;

[kaitodoushi.livejournal.com]

Gah! I'm a week behind on this?! o.o; Glad you mentioned it at lunch today ^^; I apparently don't pay attention to my friends page anymore.

Well, since I got you to write your first Loki fic last time, let's try something else, shall we? *grins evilly*

Pairing: Does it have to be a pairing as in romantic? -_- Cause I'd love a drabble about Zuko and Iroh ^^
Genre: Humor
Rating: ...Let's keep it safe enough so if my parents walk by while they're reading it they won't scream XD
Prompt: Coffee

*smiles sweetly*