arashi, various. drabbles.
mostly comment drabbles that i've thrown together, plus a few random ones i discovered sitting on my computer. total count: 14.
arashi drabbles
various, g - pg.
Jun wouldn’t be surprised right now if his limbs were to simply drop off. He shivers and huddles up on the couch, trying to get warm, but it’s not working. He stares at Sho across the room, hot can of cocoa in hand and pouts. He’d move and get one of his own if only he wasn't so cold. Sho spins around and notices Jun’s stare, smiling and waving. Jun blushes a furious red and burries his face in his knees. A blanket drops over him and Jun peeks up hesitantly. “So you don't catch a cold,” Sho tells him. Jun burries himself completely under the blanket. At least, he reasons, at least his face is pleasantly warm.
~
Ohno’s pants are shiny again today.
“I like your pants,” Nino tells Ohno.
“I like being in your pants~” Jun sing-songs from across the room as Sho breaks into fits of laughter next to him.
Nino stares daggers at them both. “Anyway, I was just saying-”
“I like when you don’t wear pants~” Jun continues.
Nino’s kind of dumbfounded. He doesn’t know where Jun’s getting this strangely overdone attitude from. “Has he been drinking?” he asks Not-So-Sane Sho.
But instead of giving a coherent answer, Sho continues to slap his thy in amusement and even choke from laughing too much.
Nino slaps a palm to his face. “Drinking.”
Ohno glances up at him, eyelids droopy. “You like when I don’t wear pants?” he drawls.
“I never-”
He doesn’t get the chance to finish though when Ohno decides to strip off his pants, chanting, “Nino likes me na~ked,” over and over.
Nino needs someone mentally stable like, right now. Someone mature like Aiba. Or- or maybe not.
~
Nino finds it funny when they walk off the stage and everyone’s joking about the kiss that wasn’t really a kiss.
Because it was.
Though, in a way he’s glad they haven’t realised it yet. Ohno grabs his hand and smiles along with him.
“Should we tell them?” Ohno asks, tipping his head to the side.
“In a minute,” Nino snickers, “When Jun’s gotten over being disturbed at what he doesn’t even think was anything. Because that would be even more entertaining.”
~
It’s cold one night, for reasons Ohno can't seem to explain. Maybe it’s the strong breeze coming through the window. (Maybe he should close it.) He pulls the plush blanket up to his nose and lets his eyes fall closed. Tomorrow is probably going to be busy and he needs this sleep. Then a second body slips in under the covers and snuggles up. Nino’s nose is mere centimetres from his own.
“Warm,” Nino smiles lazily, inching closer until their noses bump and Ohno laughs.
“Your nose is cold.”
Nino shrugs, “Not my problem,” smirking, and rolls over so he’s on top of Ohno and somewhat tangled in the blanket. “I’m going to kiss you okay,” Nino tells him then, straight-faced, and Ohno waits for him to start laughing, tell him it was a joke.
But Nino’s lips are surprisingly warm.
Ohno’s kind of lost for words. His body says nothing and his mind doesn’t either, so he’s left in something of a rag doll-like state. He nods, and it’s a bit late to be accepting Nino now that it’s done, but he doesn’t really care. At least Nino looks happy.
“Goodnight,” Nino says, and then rolls off Ohno and goes to sleep.
When Ohno wakes, Nino’s hand is still latched onto his, and he smiles a little.
~
If asked, Aiba would probably confess his love of kissing Nino. Not that he’s ever done it before, but still. Sometimes though, he thinks about it. Sometimes he slips into unexpected daydreams and comes out of them mumbling things that make Sho curious and Jun cringe. Aiba asks Ohno one day, what it’s like, really kissing Nino. Ohno laughs. It’s a silly question. “It’s nice,” he answers regardless. “You should try it.”
Aiba figures an OK from Ohno pretty much equals an OK from Nino, and so he thinks maybe he’ll go for it. But he chickens out at the last second, strangely close to Nino, and all he can do is lamely fix the boy’s collar and mumble about the day’s activities. Maybe he’ll just save the kissing for his dreams alone, and dive into the real thing some other time.
~
“You can be the bread to my cheese spread,” Ohno smiles.
Nino’s not getting it. Is there- is there some kind of innuendo there?
Ohno’s smile falters when Nino doesn’t reply, or react in any form at all.
Aiba pipes up, “Oh! I've got it!” He jumps out of his seat on the other side of the room, hand straight up in the air.
Nino lets him squirm for a while first, then tells him, “Go ahead.”
“Wait,” Aiba frowns, “Wait I've forgotten.”
The silence ticks on. Ohno speaks again, “What if I said, the cracker to my salt and pepper?”
“Where are you getting these?” Nino deadpans.
“..Aiba. That’s why I was wondering why he forgot.”
Nino coughs.
“But they’re pretty good right?”
~
“Peanut butter’s kind of sticky,” Ohno mumbles through his sandwich.
Nino shrugs, “I think that’s the point.”
“Nnngh but.. m'tongue ish..” The rest of the sentence sticks to the roof of his mouth with the peanut butter.
Apparently, Nino discovers, kissing people with peanut butter in their mouth is actually quite high on the awkward scale. Not only is it incredibly sticky, but peanut is not a very pleasant flavour to swap.
“I’m not,” Nino begins, somewhat traumatised, “going to do that again.”
Ohno laughs, takes a large spoonful of pure peanut butter and kisses Nino again, just for kicks.
~
based on this
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Nino asks, poking at the English lettering on Ohno’s shirt.
Ohno shrugs, “I don’t know exactly, but it looks cool,” and throws a jacket on.
As they’re walking down the street, a foreign girl with bright blue eyes stops to stare at the shirt.
Ohno gives her a thumbs up, and Nino just stands beside him, shifting his weight from foot to foot and trying to fix his bed hair into a presentable state.
There’s silence for a second, before the girl bursts out laughing. “He doesn’t…” she trails off, clenching her stomach.
“I wonder what’s so funny,” Ohno says. “Here let me get that for you.” He reaches up, smoothing out an oddly placed curl in Nino’s hair.
~
based on this and this
Sho can’t remember a time he was more embarrassed. He does his best to hide it by shoving his face in the couch, but all he succeeds in doing is making Nino crawl on top of him.
“Mimura-kun?” Nino asks sweetly, poking Sho’s cheek.
Sho’s reply comes muffled through the couch, and he’d move if Nino wasn’t lying on top of him.
“What exactly are you doing?” Jun blinks.
“Sho-chan has a Taro fetish,” Nino grins.
Jun sighs. “Of course he does.”
Sho kind of wants to cry.
~
Sometimes Ohno thanks Nino for various things with words or little presents.
There’s one time though, that he offers sex, and Nino chokes and splutters all over the place. “So lewd, Oh-chan!”
“Do iiiit,” Aiba whispers into one ear, and Nino smacks him in the face as a natural reaction.
“Come on,” Jun whispers into the other. Nino almost slaps him as well, but thinks better of it.
“If you don’t, I will,” Sho smiles innocently.
“FINE. Fine. I’ll fuck Leader then, if it makes you all happy,” Nino rolls his eyes.
A finger prods into his side and Nino wakes up.
“W-what kind of dream is that?” Ohno asks, wide-eyed.
Aiba is sitting in the corner, hand massaging his cheek.
“Did he stray too close?” Nino points at Aiba.
Ohno nods. “Pretty much.”
“Ah. Okay.”
~
Aiba makes fabulous, fabulous creations.
Like the Matsumeter, which quite obviously measures your personal level of Matsujun content.
Nino is somewhat appalled when he measures up to ‘98% Matsumoto Goodness!’ and deems the machine faulty.
Jun however, is devastated when he only reaches 22%, and runs away with tears in his eyes, in search of a good shopping centre with some decent bling.
~
Ohno likes to pretend he knows a thing or two about dating boys.
It’s a complete and utter lie of course, because the last boy he dated was way back never, but that’s not the point.
“We can like, watch movies and stuff?” Ohno answers lamely, when Nino asks what they’re even supposed to do.
“I- Sure. Okay.”
Ohno bites his lip, stomach full of butterflies. He just hopes everything goes okay.
~
6:26pm, March 30, 2009
Definitive evidence has been found that Johnny Kitagawa, head honcho of Johnny’s & Associates, ships Ohmiya.
As she was rummaging through the president’s files yesterday, Kitagawa’s secretary came across a notebook. Curious to see whether the notebook was important, she flipped open to a page topped with ‘Dear diary,’ and a section of the entry read, ‘OMG, Ohmiya interacted again today! They are so cute ♥♥♥♥♥♥’
‘I was stunned!’ says the secretary, ‘I would never have expected that of our very own president.’
The matter is currently still under speculation.
~
“Goodnight,” Nino whispers, though he knows Ohno's already asleep. He places a kiss gently on his forehead and then on the tip of his nose, then snuggles down beside him, pulling the blanket up to their shoulders. His arms wrap protectively around Ohno’s waist.
He doesn't want to fall asleep. Not just yet.
arashi drabbles
various, g - pg.
Jun wouldn’t be surprised right now if his limbs were to simply drop off. He shivers and huddles up on the couch, trying to get warm, but it’s not working. He stares at Sho across the room, hot can of cocoa in hand and pouts. He’d move and get one of his own if only he wasn't so cold. Sho spins around and notices Jun’s stare, smiling and waving. Jun blushes a furious red and burries his face in his knees. A blanket drops over him and Jun peeks up hesitantly. “So you don't catch a cold,” Sho tells him. Jun burries himself completely under the blanket. At least, he reasons, at least his face is pleasantly warm.
~
Ohno’s pants are shiny again today.
“I like your pants,” Nino tells Ohno.
“I like being in your pants~” Jun sing-songs from across the room as Sho breaks into fits of laughter next to him.
Nino stares daggers at them both. “Anyway, I was just saying-”
“I like when you don’t wear pants~” Jun continues.
Nino’s kind of dumbfounded. He doesn’t know where Jun’s getting this strangely overdone attitude from. “Has he been drinking?” he asks Not-So-Sane Sho.
But instead of giving a coherent answer, Sho continues to slap his thy in amusement and even choke from laughing too much.
Nino slaps a palm to his face. “Drinking.”
Ohno glances up at him, eyelids droopy. “You like when I don’t wear pants?” he drawls.
“I never-”
He doesn’t get the chance to finish though when Ohno decides to strip off his pants, chanting, “Nino likes me na~ked,” over and over.
Nino needs someone mentally stable like, right now. Someone mature like Aiba. Or- or maybe not.
~
Nino finds it funny when they walk off the stage and everyone’s joking about the kiss that wasn’t really a kiss.
Because it was.
Though, in a way he’s glad they haven’t realised it yet. Ohno grabs his hand and smiles along with him.
“Should we tell them?” Ohno asks, tipping his head to the side.
“In a minute,” Nino snickers, “When Jun’s gotten over being disturbed at what he doesn’t even think was anything. Because that would be even more entertaining.”
~
It’s cold one night, for reasons Ohno can't seem to explain. Maybe it’s the strong breeze coming through the window. (Maybe he should close it.) He pulls the plush blanket up to his nose and lets his eyes fall closed. Tomorrow is probably going to be busy and he needs this sleep. Then a second body slips in under the covers and snuggles up. Nino’s nose is mere centimetres from his own.
“Warm,” Nino smiles lazily, inching closer until their noses bump and Ohno laughs.
“Your nose is cold.”
Nino shrugs, “Not my problem,” smirking, and rolls over so he’s on top of Ohno and somewhat tangled in the blanket. “I’m going to kiss you okay,” Nino tells him then, straight-faced, and Ohno waits for him to start laughing, tell him it was a joke.
But Nino’s lips are surprisingly warm.
Ohno’s kind of lost for words. His body says nothing and his mind doesn’t either, so he’s left in something of a rag doll-like state. He nods, and it’s a bit late to be accepting Nino now that it’s done, but he doesn’t really care. At least Nino looks happy.
“Goodnight,” Nino says, and then rolls off Ohno and goes to sleep.
When Ohno wakes, Nino’s hand is still latched onto his, and he smiles a little.
~
If asked, Aiba would probably confess his love of kissing Nino. Not that he’s ever done it before, but still. Sometimes though, he thinks about it. Sometimes he slips into unexpected daydreams and comes out of them mumbling things that make Sho curious and Jun cringe. Aiba asks Ohno one day, what it’s like, really kissing Nino. Ohno laughs. It’s a silly question. “It’s nice,” he answers regardless. “You should try it.”
Aiba figures an OK from Ohno pretty much equals an OK from Nino, and so he thinks maybe he’ll go for it. But he chickens out at the last second, strangely close to Nino, and all he can do is lamely fix the boy’s collar and mumble about the day’s activities. Maybe he’ll just save the kissing for his dreams alone, and dive into the real thing some other time.
~
“You can be the bread to my cheese spread,” Ohno smiles.
Nino’s not getting it. Is there- is there some kind of innuendo there?
Ohno’s smile falters when Nino doesn’t reply, or react in any form at all.
Aiba pipes up, “Oh! I've got it!” He jumps out of his seat on the other side of the room, hand straight up in the air.
Nino lets him squirm for a while first, then tells him, “Go ahead.”
“Wait,” Aiba frowns, “Wait I've forgotten.”
The silence ticks on. Ohno speaks again, “What if I said, the cracker to my salt and pepper?”
“Where are you getting these?” Nino deadpans.
“..Aiba. That’s why I was wondering why he forgot.”
Nino coughs.
“But they’re pretty good right?”
~
“Peanut butter’s kind of sticky,” Ohno mumbles through his sandwich.
Nino shrugs, “I think that’s the point.”
“Nnngh but.. m'tongue ish..” The rest of the sentence sticks to the roof of his mouth with the peanut butter.
Apparently, Nino discovers, kissing people with peanut butter in their mouth is actually quite high on the awkward scale. Not only is it incredibly sticky, but peanut is not a very pleasant flavour to swap.
“I’m not,” Nino begins, somewhat traumatised, “going to do that again.”
Ohno laughs, takes a large spoonful of pure peanut butter and kisses Nino again, just for kicks.
~
based on this
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Nino asks, poking at the English lettering on Ohno’s shirt.
Ohno shrugs, “I don’t know exactly, but it looks cool,” and throws a jacket on.
As they’re walking down the street, a foreign girl with bright blue eyes stops to stare at the shirt.
Ohno gives her a thumbs up, and Nino just stands beside him, shifting his weight from foot to foot and trying to fix his bed hair into a presentable state.
There’s silence for a second, before the girl bursts out laughing. “He doesn’t…” she trails off, clenching her stomach.
“I wonder what’s so funny,” Ohno says. “Here let me get that for you.” He reaches up, smoothing out an oddly placed curl in Nino’s hair.
~
based on this and this
Sho can’t remember a time he was more embarrassed. He does his best to hide it by shoving his face in the couch, but all he succeeds in doing is making Nino crawl on top of him.
“Mimura-kun?” Nino asks sweetly, poking Sho’s cheek.
Sho’s reply comes muffled through the couch, and he’d move if Nino wasn’t lying on top of him.
“What exactly are you doing?” Jun blinks.
“Sho-chan has a Taro fetish,” Nino grins.
Jun sighs. “Of course he does.”
Sho kind of wants to cry.
~
Sometimes Ohno thanks Nino for various things with words or little presents.
There’s one time though, that he offers sex, and Nino chokes and splutters all over the place. “So lewd, Oh-chan!”
“Do iiiit,” Aiba whispers into one ear, and Nino smacks him in the face as a natural reaction.
“Come on,” Jun whispers into the other. Nino almost slaps him as well, but thinks better of it.
“If you don’t, I will,” Sho smiles innocently.
“FINE. Fine. I’ll fuck Leader then, if it makes you all happy,” Nino rolls his eyes.
A finger prods into his side and Nino wakes up.
“W-what kind of dream is that?” Ohno asks, wide-eyed.
Aiba is sitting in the corner, hand massaging his cheek.
“Did he stray too close?” Nino points at Aiba.
Ohno nods. “Pretty much.”
“Ah. Okay.”
~
Aiba makes fabulous, fabulous creations.
Like the Matsumeter, which quite obviously measures your personal level of Matsujun content.
Nino is somewhat appalled when he measures up to ‘98% Matsumoto Goodness!’ and deems the machine faulty.
Jun however, is devastated when he only reaches 22%, and runs away with tears in his eyes, in search of a good shopping centre with some decent bling.
~
Ohno likes to pretend he knows a thing or two about dating boys.
It’s a complete and utter lie of course, because the last boy he dated was way back never, but that’s not the point.
“We can like, watch movies and stuff?” Ohno answers lamely, when Nino asks what they’re even supposed to do.
“I- Sure. Okay.”
Ohno bites his lip, stomach full of butterflies. He just hopes everything goes okay.
~
6:26pm, March 30, 2009
Definitive evidence has been found that Johnny Kitagawa, head honcho of Johnny’s & Associates, ships Ohmiya.
As she was rummaging through the president’s files yesterday, Kitagawa’s secretary came across a notebook. Curious to see whether the notebook was important, she flipped open to a page topped with ‘Dear diary,’ and a section of the entry read, ‘OMG, Ohmiya interacted again today! They are so cute ♥♥♥♥♥♥’
‘I was stunned!’ says the secretary, ‘I would never have expected that of our very own president.’
The matter is currently still under speculation.
~
“Goodnight,” Nino whispers, though he knows Ohno's already asleep. He places a kiss gently on his forehead and then on the tip of his nose, then snuggles down beside him, pulling the blanket up to their shoulders. His arms wrap protectively around Ohno’s waist.
He doesn't want to fall asleep. Not just yet.