[FIC] Arashi - Ohmiya Drabbles (Set One)
AHAHA WOW so it's been kind of an obscenely long time since I posted in this community. Like almost 5 years??? Oops...? And of course I come back with Arashi fic, double oops... Anyway, to make a story out of this: a while ago I fell back into JE fandom and decided it would be a great idea to start writing Ohmiya drabbles as a way to get my daily writing done. It has since been 4 months. The file is over 40k words long. It is still growing.
Certainly people encouraged me to post them, so here we go. This is set one. I'm not promising quality. OOC maybe be a thing here. But there are definitely a lot of them. So enjoy.
Also on AO3 (Link)
get your hands out of my pants (no wait don’t)
All things considered, Nino is really more shocked that it took this long for Ohno to lose his wallet than he is that it happened at all. But still.
“How the hell did they even get their hand into your pocket in the first place?” He demands, shoving his own fingers into the fabric of Ohno’s pants as if to emphasize. “These things are practically painted on!”
Ohno squirms a little, his face scrunching up in a look that translates into either “danger!” or “that tickles!” depending on his mood. Nino considers him, then gives a deliberate wiggle just to watch Ohno jerk and make a grab for his wrist.
“I don’t know!” Ohno whines. He tugs Nino’s hand out of his pants, a pout forming. “I was distracted.”
“Distracted.” Nino scoffs. “By what?”
Ohno doesn’t so much look as Nino as he does blatantly leer, his eyes traveling not-so-innocently down Nino’s form. Nino, who is wearing his own pair of stupidly tight jeans, a long sleeved shirt that fits him beautifully, and a thin scarf draped artfully across his shoulders.
“Well,” Ohno says. “You were walking in front of me.”
Nino waits for more. When none is forthcoming, he prompts, “And…?”
Ohno tilts his head and says, loud enough that the entire room can hear, “And your ass looks really good in those pants.”
It takes a second for that to process. When it does, however, Ohno is not disappointed: Nino blushes and squeaks out an adorable “Shut up!” which is sadly drowned out by Aiba’s catcalling, Jun’s groan of “Get a room!” and Sho’s high-pitched “NOT IN PUBLIC!”
***
bribery will get you no where
“Nino. Nino, please? Please Nino?”
Nino grunts a little, rolls over and tries to bury his head under the nearest pillow - Ohno’s, he realizes immediately. He can tell from the scent. It’s pleasant, makes him want to press his face close and inhale.
The real thing, he decides when he does exactly that, would be so much better.
“Nino.”
A finger prods into his blanket nest and bravely pokes him in one cheek. Nino considers biting it, just on principle.
“Come on, please?”
He’s probably not going to stop any time soon, Nino decides. He grumbles wordlessly, even as a hand slides down his cheek and tugs at his sleep shirt insistently. Knowing now that returning to sleep would be utterly futile, Nino cracks open an eye and glares. “Go away, Oh-chan.”
Ohno pouts. “No.” He says stubbornly. “Not until you say yes.”
“No.” Nino says instead. He rolls away, tries to take the blanket with him but Ohno holds it fast and refuses to let go.
“I’ll have sex with you,” Ohno offers.
Nino snorts. He tugs at the blanket ineffectively. “You’ll do that anyway.”
“Well yeah,” Ohno acknowledges. “But I’ll do that thing you like. With the-mphghh.” Ohno is interrupted mid-sentence as Nino, demonstrating a remarkable amount of speed for someone so rudely awoken, sits up and shoves a hand over his mouth. Ohno goes briefly cross-eyed as he tries to look at the sudden obstruction. He reaches up to touch one of Nino’s bright-red ears curiously.
Then he licks Nino’s palm.
“AUGH!” Nino jerks his hand away, shaking it. “Satoshi, that’s disgusting!”
Ohno has the gall to laugh. “You weren’t saying that last night.”
***
you meddling kids
“I’m putting you on a leash.” Nino announces, glaring as he douses a cotton ball in alcohol and begins to attack the scrapes on Ohno’s face with relish.
Ohno flinches, but to his credit knows better than to try to squirm away. Nino is scary when he’s angry, but he’s worse when he’s feeling protective. And Ohno knows from experience that Nino will actually sit on him to keep him still.
“I didn’t mean to,” He says instead. He yelps a little when Nino swipes at him with more viciousness than is strictly necessary.
“A leash.” Nino repeats. “Because that is clearly the only way to keep you from following strange ghosts into dark hallways, honestly Oh-chan, what were you even thinking?”
Ohno pouts. “She just seemed to sad-”
“And lonely. Yes, yes. You say that every time.” Nino sighs and sits back on his heels. His hands are still on Ohno’s face, but they’re gentle now. “Honestly.” He repeats, and his voice has gone soft and a little bit weary now. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Kiss it better?” Ohno offers hopefully.
Nino makes a derisive sound, but the corner of his mouth twitches up. Carefully, he cups one of Ohno’s cheeks and tugs him forward - just enough so that he can press a barely-there kiss to one of the cuts on Ohno’s chin.
“You are the worst psychic investigator ever,” Nino says as he pulls away.
Ohno shrugs. “You wouldn’t have me any other way.”
Nino doesn’t answer directly. But when Ohno peers at him, he sees a shy little grin that tells him he’s right.
***
easy like sunday morning
“Mmphm,” Nino says, winding his arms around Ohno’s waist and pulling. Ohno falls back onto the mattress with a laugh, one hand automatically coming up to cradle the back of Nino’s head, the other going around his shoulders.
“Nino,” he says, still giggling. Then, he corrects, “Kazu. Kazu, I have to go.”
“Mphm,” Nino repeats, this time more of a grumble. He tightens his grip. “No. Sleep.”
Ohno squirms a bit. “But Kazu,” he whines, “I’ll miss the boat.”
Nino mutters something into his shoulder that sounds suspiciously like good, making Ohno pout. But then Nino bites him there, non-too-gentle, and Ohno finds himself abruptly distracted. He is also far more pliant when Nino starts to wrestle him back under the covers.
(Though he does fuss until Nino gives him a proper good morning kiss. Just because.)
***
darkdropout's My Girl AU
sleepy time darling
Haruka falls asleep probably sometime around when the variety program starts, but Ohno doesn’t notice until the credits are rolling. He turns to Nino and finds him smiling, a little bit shy and soft around the edges, but before Ohno can lean in and kiss him like he suddenly very much wants to do, Nino lifts a single finger to his lips and looks down at the space between them meaningfully.
Ohno looks too. Haruka is snuggled into his side and dead to the world. Apparently just one last episode, Satoshi-kun, please! was a little too much for her. Ohno checks the time and winces; it’s a school night.
“You should get her to bed,” Nino whispers.
“Ah,” Ohno returns, rather uselessly. He is immensely grateful, at times, that Haruka is so much like him; she can sleep through just about anything, including Ohno’s rather unskilled attempt at picking her up.
It’s hard, he thinks as he carefully makes his way back to her bed. Carrying her without her being awake to help is hard. Being a parent is hard. It’s all very hard, and Ohno feels the weight of it in full force as he lays her down and tucks her in with the focus of someone that is still learning the steps. When the blanket is up to her chin and her little fish nightlight turned on, he hesitates.
He should do something, he thinks. There is something missing, and isn't it progress that he can catch that now, when it happens? Haruka is tiny and vulnerable in her sleep, cute, and Ohno can't help but love her down to his toes. But still. Something is missing,
It’s on instinct that he reaches out and smooths her hair away from her forehead, thinking of his mother and the way she used to do the same for him. It’s a little more deliberate when he leans down and kisses her on the forehead, but that feels right too, so he thinks it's okay. When he pulls back, it still feels like something doesn’t quite fit - but the feeling has abated a bit. He thinks, maybe, he’s done well enough for tonight.
But maybe he should stay for just a little while longer, to be certain.
Nino is waiting for him when he comes out, almost a half hour later. Ohno reclaims his spot on the couch and automatically lifts his arm so Nino can scoot over and invade his personal space, the way that Nino does. It leaves them pressed together from shoulder to knee, but not unpleasantly so.
"Everything okay?" Nino nudges at him, curious but not pushy. "You were in there a while."
"It's fine," Ohno tells him. He grins a little as he marvels at the fact that it actually, maybe, kind of is. “Ne, Nino. Did you know Haruka-chan sleeps like I do?”
Certainly people encouraged me to post them, so here we go. This is set one. I'm not promising quality. OOC maybe be a thing here. But there are definitely a lot of them. So enjoy.
Also on AO3 (Link)
get your hands out of my pants (no wait don’t)
All things considered, Nino is really more shocked that it took this long for Ohno to lose his wallet than he is that it happened at all. But still.
“How the hell did they even get their hand into your pocket in the first place?” He demands, shoving his own fingers into the fabric of Ohno’s pants as if to emphasize. “These things are practically painted on!”
Ohno squirms a little, his face scrunching up in a look that translates into either “danger!” or “that tickles!” depending on his mood. Nino considers him, then gives a deliberate wiggle just to watch Ohno jerk and make a grab for his wrist.
“I don’t know!” Ohno whines. He tugs Nino’s hand out of his pants, a pout forming. “I was distracted.”
“Distracted.” Nino scoffs. “By what?”
Ohno doesn’t so much look as Nino as he does blatantly leer, his eyes traveling not-so-innocently down Nino’s form. Nino, who is wearing his own pair of stupidly tight jeans, a long sleeved shirt that fits him beautifully, and a thin scarf draped artfully across his shoulders.
“Well,” Ohno says. “You were walking in front of me.”
Nino waits for more. When none is forthcoming, he prompts, “And…?”
Ohno tilts his head and says, loud enough that the entire room can hear, “And your ass looks really good in those pants.”
It takes a second for that to process. When it does, however, Ohno is not disappointed: Nino blushes and squeaks out an adorable “Shut up!” which is sadly drowned out by Aiba’s catcalling, Jun’s groan of “Get a room!” and Sho’s high-pitched “NOT IN PUBLIC!”
***
bribery will get you no where
“Nino. Nino, please? Please Nino?”
Nino grunts a little, rolls over and tries to bury his head under the nearest pillow - Ohno’s, he realizes immediately. He can tell from the scent. It’s pleasant, makes him want to press his face close and inhale.
The real thing, he decides when he does exactly that, would be so much better.
“Nino.”
A finger prods into his blanket nest and bravely pokes him in one cheek. Nino considers biting it, just on principle.
“Come on, please?”
He’s probably not going to stop any time soon, Nino decides. He grumbles wordlessly, even as a hand slides down his cheek and tugs at his sleep shirt insistently. Knowing now that returning to sleep would be utterly futile, Nino cracks open an eye and glares. “Go away, Oh-chan.”
Ohno pouts. “No.” He says stubbornly. “Not until you say yes.”
“No.” Nino says instead. He rolls away, tries to take the blanket with him but Ohno holds it fast and refuses to let go.
“I’ll have sex with you,” Ohno offers.
Nino snorts. He tugs at the blanket ineffectively. “You’ll do that anyway.”
“Well yeah,” Ohno acknowledges. “But I’ll do that thing you like. With the-mphghh.” Ohno is interrupted mid-sentence as Nino, demonstrating a remarkable amount of speed for someone so rudely awoken, sits up and shoves a hand over his mouth. Ohno goes briefly cross-eyed as he tries to look at the sudden obstruction. He reaches up to touch one of Nino’s bright-red ears curiously.
Then he licks Nino’s palm.
“AUGH!” Nino jerks his hand away, shaking it. “Satoshi, that’s disgusting!”
Ohno has the gall to laugh. “You weren’t saying that last night.”
***
you meddling kids
“I’m putting you on a leash.” Nino announces, glaring as he douses a cotton ball in alcohol and begins to attack the scrapes on Ohno’s face with relish.
Ohno flinches, but to his credit knows better than to try to squirm away. Nino is scary when he’s angry, but he’s worse when he’s feeling protective. And Ohno knows from experience that Nino will actually sit on him to keep him still.
“I didn’t mean to,” He says instead. He yelps a little when Nino swipes at him with more viciousness than is strictly necessary.
“A leash.” Nino repeats. “Because that is clearly the only way to keep you from following strange ghosts into dark hallways, honestly Oh-chan, what were you even thinking?”
Ohno pouts. “She just seemed to sad-”
“And lonely. Yes, yes. You say that every time.” Nino sighs and sits back on his heels. His hands are still on Ohno’s face, but they’re gentle now. “Honestly.” He repeats, and his voice has gone soft and a little bit weary now. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Kiss it better?” Ohno offers hopefully.
Nino makes a derisive sound, but the corner of his mouth twitches up. Carefully, he cups one of Ohno’s cheeks and tugs him forward - just enough so that he can press a barely-there kiss to one of the cuts on Ohno’s chin.
“You are the worst psychic investigator ever,” Nino says as he pulls away.
Ohno shrugs. “You wouldn’t have me any other way.”
Nino doesn’t answer directly. But when Ohno peers at him, he sees a shy little grin that tells him he’s right.
***
easy like sunday morning
“Mmphm,” Nino says, winding his arms around Ohno’s waist and pulling. Ohno falls back onto the mattress with a laugh, one hand automatically coming up to cradle the back of Nino’s head, the other going around his shoulders.
“Nino,” he says, still giggling. Then, he corrects, “Kazu. Kazu, I have to go.”
“Mphm,” Nino repeats, this time more of a grumble. He tightens his grip. “No. Sleep.”
Ohno squirms a bit. “But Kazu,” he whines, “I’ll miss the boat.”
Nino mutters something into his shoulder that sounds suspiciously like good, making Ohno pout. But then Nino bites him there, non-too-gentle, and Ohno finds himself abruptly distracted. He is also far more pliant when Nino starts to wrestle him back under the covers.
(Though he does fuss until Nino gives him a proper good morning kiss. Just because.)
***
darkdropout's My Girl AU
sleepy time darling
Haruka falls asleep probably sometime around when the variety program starts, but Ohno doesn’t notice until the credits are rolling. He turns to Nino and finds him smiling, a little bit shy and soft around the edges, but before Ohno can lean in and kiss him like he suddenly very much wants to do, Nino lifts a single finger to his lips and looks down at the space between them meaningfully.
Ohno looks too. Haruka is snuggled into his side and dead to the world. Apparently just one last episode, Satoshi-kun, please! was a little too much for her. Ohno checks the time and winces; it’s a school night.
“You should get her to bed,” Nino whispers.
“Ah,” Ohno returns, rather uselessly. He is immensely grateful, at times, that Haruka is so much like him; she can sleep through just about anything, including Ohno’s rather unskilled attempt at picking her up.
It’s hard, he thinks as he carefully makes his way back to her bed. Carrying her without her being awake to help is hard. Being a parent is hard. It’s all very hard, and Ohno feels the weight of it in full force as he lays her down and tucks her in with the focus of someone that is still learning the steps. When the blanket is up to her chin and her little fish nightlight turned on, he hesitates.
He should do something, he thinks. There is something missing, and isn't it progress that he can catch that now, when it happens? Haruka is tiny and vulnerable in her sleep, cute, and Ohno can't help but love her down to his toes. But still. Something is missing,
It’s on instinct that he reaches out and smooths her hair away from her forehead, thinking of his mother and the way she used to do the same for him. It’s a little more deliberate when he leans down and kisses her on the forehead, but that feels right too, so he thinks it's okay. When he pulls back, it still feels like something doesn’t quite fit - but the feeling has abated a bit. He thinks, maybe, he’s done well enough for tonight.
But maybe he should stay for just a little while longer, to be certain.
Nino is waiting for him when he comes out, almost a half hour later. Ohno reclaims his spot on the couch and automatically lifts his arm so Nino can scoot over and invade his personal space, the way that Nino does. It leaves them pressed together from shoulder to knee, but not unpleasantly so.
"Everything okay?" Nino nudges at him, curious but not pushy. "You were in there a while."
"It's fine," Ohno tells him. He grins a little as he marvels at the fact that it actually, maybe, kind of is. “Ne, Nino. Did you know Haruka-chan sleeps like I do?”