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meretricula. Comment by tomorrow morning and you'll give me something to do on the plane! (edit: obviously, later comments are okay, too. that was just a shameless ploy to keep me busy.)

I think it would be fun to talk about stories, but the usual memes are like, "What happens next?" "Tell me about Character A?" Which isn't so much talking about stories as it is writing more of a story. But you know how sometimes you read something and you're like, "I got ___ out of this story, I wonder if I have that right?" or "What on earth was ____ supposed to be?" and it's too awkward to ask the author? Now you could totally ask!

I've heard people say that writing is hard because you have to make decisions, but we never really talk about the decisions we make with stories or why we make them. We talk about plot bunnies, but not about how we actually turn them into a story.

So, if you wanted, ask me questions!

What were you trying to do [here]? Why did you decide to ____? This is what I thought about xyz, is that what you were going for? What made you write ____? Why did you decide to do this? And so on.

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Also, can someone familiar with Yuletide answer a couple questions about sign-ups/matching? I am confused and looking through

yuletide unfortunately hasn't helped. DDD:

Now I will finish packing and go to sleep. Er, soon.

edit: fic snippets in comments!

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...If you ever find that scene, we wants it, precious.

I'm the same way, actually. I still have lists of ideas that I had and went, "OOOOH," over, but the longer I wait to write them, the less likely it is I'll ever do it.

Why do you feel the need to incubate yours? With me, I keep thinking that it's so good I should wait to write it. Which is a weird thought process when I already know I'm prone to not writing something when I wait too long.

As a matter of fact, I did find it! Apparently I liked it enough to polish it up and save it in a separate file. If you really want to read it I'll post it here!

That is exactly what I think. Like I can't do justice to it if I just start writing, or something. Or occasionally I'll have something where I know the basic idea is really good but I don't know the deatils, so despite the fact that my best fic has come from writing around a good seed without knowing the details I feel the need to wait until I do, at which point I naturally don't write it after all. Logic is not my friend. XD

GIMME. *GIMME HANDS*

Nor is it mine, since I think the same way constantly. Like, if I let this sit in my head long enough, all the best ideas will come to me and flesh it out and that won't happen if I just write it. And like you said, that's ridiculous because some of the most fun I've had writing was when I jumped into something.

I nominate you to kick me if you ever hear of me doing this.

That's part of why I do challenges, to force myself to Actually Write Things instead of just huddling over my precious idea seedlings. I accept your nomination if you will return the favor.

Rereading the scene and the original, I think it got cut because Johnny called a surprise meeting to toy with Jin instead. *g* I may have recycled bits of the transitions elsewhere but I can't remember, so here's the thing in its entirety.

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"Actually, there isn't really anything to do here, anyway, except wait for tomorrow. You might as well go on home."

Jin and Yamapi exchanged a look.

"Okay," Yamapi said, turning back to Terada, "we'll just hang around here for a while, then."

Terada blanched. "What?"

"There’s no way we're going to be able to distract ourselves from thinking about tomorrow," Jin said with a shrug. "So we might as well stick around."

"Are you sure?" Terada said, unable to keep a hint of desperation from creeping into his voice.

"Don't worry," Yamapi said cheerfully, "you can still do whatever it is you usually do when we're not around. Just pretend we're not here."

Terada dropped his head down to rest in his hands and muttered something under his breath that sounded like "I wish."

It was getting harder and harder to keep a straight face. "Uh, just a second. We'll be right back," Jin said quickly, biting his lip, and made for the door. Yamapi took the hint and followed.

"You're awful," Jin said, trying not to laugh, when they were out of the room.

Yamapi grinned mischievously. "Come on, this is better than going home and having nothing to do but think about tomorrow, right? We can go and visit the juniors. It'll be nostalgic."

"We could have tried Yuu. Or Ryo," Jin pointed out, just to be contrary.

"Oh, don't try and tell me you'd be able to think of anything except the single,” Yamapi scoffed. "Ryo would kill us after about an hour. Besides, they probably have work."

Jin let his grin escape. "Okay, okay. You're right. This sounds like fun."

"I'm always right," Yamapi said in satisfaction. He motioned his head at the door. "Back?"

With effort, Jin schooled his expression into neutrality and nodded. They re-entered the room, where Terada was scribbling on one of his ubiquitous papers a little more wildly than usual.

"We're going to go watch the juniors practice," Yamapi announced. “So you can keep working."

"All right," Terada said faintly, without taking his eyes from the paper in front of him. Jin glanced over at Yamapi and almost lost it.

"We'll be back later," he said, grabbing Yamapi's wrist and pulling him out the door. Yamapi's skin was hot under his fingers.

It looked like there was one thing he could think about other than the debut after all.

The instructor was surprised, but nevertheless agreed to let them sit in on the intermediate dance class he was leading. They took a seat on the floor against the far wall and tried to look as attentive as possible; they had an example to set, after all.

Jin hid a smile at the juniors whispering and darting glances in their direction until the instructor cleared his throat meaningfully and they snapped guiltily to attention. Apparently they were learning a routine for the next Shounen Club episode; Jin tried to recall if he’d noticed any of the boys during TAY*J's last Shounen Club appearance but couldn't recognize any of them. He made a note to try and remember at least a couple faces.

"Hey," Yamapi murmured, nudging Jin in the side, "want to pick out our backdancers?"

Jin stifled a laugh. "Seriously?"

"Sure, why not?" Yamapi said. "Maybe they'll let us use them for the next single."

"Okay," Jin agreed. "Let's see." He tapped a finger against his chin as he examined the array of dancing – or flailing – young juniors. "Start with the short kid in the front. He’s pretty good."

Yamapi scrutinized the boy in question. "Yeah, not bad," he agreed. "How about the older-looking one at the end?"

"Really?" Jin said, surprised. "I guess he’s okay, but..." He trailed off.

Yamapi grinned. "No, but we should have someone just for their looks."

"Oh, like you," Jin said, feigning understanding; Yamapi shoved at him and he toppled on his side, giggling. Heads turned in their direction and Jin sat up quickly, both of them bowing an apology to the instructor and trying to muffle their laughter.

This was fine. This was good. This was how Jin wanted it to be.

They eventually picked out eight possible candidates, more in jest than anything else, but Jin couldn't help but wonder if they’d eventually be allowed to choose their own backup for real.

"When do you think we'll get to have a concert?" he wondered aloud.

Yamapi considered. "Maybe next summer?" he offered. "Or even spring. Probably after we release an album, anyway." He laughed at Jin’s crestfallen face. "There's still the Countdown Concert," he said consolingly, putting a warm arm around Jin's shoulders.

Jin repressed a shiver.

The juniors, of course, got to break much earlier than Jin and Yamapi usually did. They immediately clustered in little groups, several of which edged unobtrusively toward Jin and Yamapi. Finally, a little troupe of five or six boys, apparently bolder than the rest, approached them. Jin noticed that it included two of their "backdancers", including the short boy he’d picked out first.

A different boy, apparently the designated spokesman, spoke up. "Thank you for coming to our practice, senpai!" he said, the words clearly rehearsed. "We're doing our best!" They bowed in somewhat ragged unison.

Jin worked to keep his expression serious. "You're welcome," he said. "Keep it up."

The short boy, who up close looked younger than the rest of the group, had been frowning. Now he leaned over and whispered to the boy acting as spokesman, loudly enough for Jin to hear, "I know Yamashita-senpai, but who's the other guy?"

His friend's eyes went wide. "That's Akanishi-senpai, idiot," he hissed, digging a bony elbow into the short boy’s side. "Didn't I tell you to keep your mouth shut?" He looked over at Jin to see if they had been overheard, and when he saw Jin looking back, immediately bowed so deeply he was parallel to the floor. "I apologize for this kid's rudeness!” he said loudly. "He only entered a few months ago, so he still doesn’t know anything. Please forgive him!"

Jin looked at the short boy. His eyes were so wide they seemed ready to pop out of his face and he looked absolutely terrified. "S – s- sorry," he stuttered. "I'm really sorry!"

He crossed his arms over his chest. The boy looked ready to die on the spot.

Jin was almost surprised to find that it didn't even sting. It was just – funny.

"Well," Jin said, pretending to consider it, “I guess I'll let it go this time. Since you've got such a good friend willing to take responsibility for you."

The apologetic friend in question jerked upright and the look on the short boy's face abruptly switched from terrified to horrified. "We're not friends!" he exclaimed.

"Shut up," the spokesperson said, glaring at him.

Beside him, Jin could hear Yamapi valiantly struggling to muffle a snort of laughter. His own mouth was twitching. Before he could say anything, however, the boys were saved by the return of their instructor, clapping his hands and calling the class back to order. As they returned to their formation, Jin could hear the short boy complaining, "Don't tell them I don’t know anything! I knew Yamashita-senpai, didn't I?"

The older boy shot a glance back at Jin and Yamapi and cringed when he saw Jin watching them. "Just stop talking," Jin heard him say desperately.

As they slipped out the door with a nod of thanks to the instructor, Jin thought that the smart one could be one of their backdancers, too.

It was still too early to leave for lunch, so they returned to the consulting room where they'd left Terada. He appeared not to have moved an inch in the last few hours.

"Did you miss us?" Jin asked brightly, as Yamapi pulled the whiteboard over to the table and searched for a new marker. Terada merely made a faint, pained noise.

Several games of hangman later (the words had included "debut", "single", "number one", and "million-seller"), Jin and Yamapi were bored again and there was a wild look in Terada's eyes. "I could teach you this game I learned in American called charades," Jin had just suggested, when Yamapi looked at his watch and declared it was time to go eat. It had been a while since he’d seen Terada look that relieved, Jin thought.

They passed a TAY*J poster hanging in the window of a record store on the way to the little soba shop nearby.

Back at the jimusho offices, Terada said he had a meeting with upper management and told them to please, please just not cause any permanent damage. Jin and Yamapi nodded obediently and went to find an empty dance studio.

The push-up competition was Yamapi’s idea. Jin had kept in decent shape in Hawaii, between the swimming and the surfing, and the workouts since he'd returned had been pretty intense, so he figured he had at least a fighting chance. When he finally collapsed in a moaning heap, however, Yamapi was still going strong and showing no inclination to stop. Jin rolled over to watch, too exhausted to sit up.

That had been a bad idea, Jin realized a moment later, mesmerized by the drop of sweat trickling down Yamapi's neck and the flex of his arms.

Jin shivered, and then gritted his teeth. Oh no. He was not going there.

Yamapi finally and sat up, grinning smugly. "You're out of shape, Akanishi."

"Am not," Jin retorted automatically.

"Are too."

"Am not!"

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aaaand scene. :D

Ahahaha! Okay, that was a thing of pure beauty, oh my god.

TAY*J TORMENT JUNIORS. MAGICAL.

I have to ask - did you have anyone in mind for the two juniors or are they super awesome OCs that you should include in a future TAY*J story that you should write off the cuff right now? *beams*

They are OCs that were going to grow up and hook up in thinly disguised origific for

bb_shousetsu. IS THAT MORE OR LESS WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND. XD Morimoto Ryu and... shoot, I can't remember the other one's name. Now I have to go back and look through my notes again.

(This was before a junior named Morimoto actually debuted. They have nothing in common, for the record. -_-)

I THINK YOU HAVE LET THIS IDEA INCUBATE LONG ENOUGH AND YOU SHOULD WRITE IT NOW WITHOUT HESITATING.

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C WAT I DID HERE?

I THINK THIS HAS GONE PAST INCUBATION AND INTO BURIAL

but I'll keep it in mind. >_>

(I can't find my other notes! argh! they may be on my dead computer. D: that would be said, as I'm fairly sure they're in the same file as the notes about the story where Jin and Yamapi decide Terada needs a girlfriend and they'd make great matchmakers...)

(in my head he turns out to be gay and I'm pretty sure he gets to hook up with the hot choreographer. without pin's help, natch. XD)

BUT

BUT

MAKE NEW NOTES. THEY WANT TO COME OUT (hee) OF YOUR HEAD MERFACE THEY TOLD ME SO THEMSELVES.

I really, really hope those notes exist, though, because that is just spiffy. I love Terada.

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