Back! For a while? Maybe?
Hello friends of lj!
It has been a long, long time. How are you? Is everyone well? Is anyone still here?
I'm sorry for disappearing so suddenly, and for taking so long to come back. Last year I went to Japan. Had some fun, had a lot of not fun. Returned home and had a lot more not fun.
For as much as I haven't been in the fandom, I have been keeping up with Arashi. (Except the Hawaii bit. I can't watch it yet. I'm not emotionally ready.) Ohmiyawedding didn't happen for the first time last year, and I'm sorry to everyone who looked forward to it.
I haven't written much either lately, I've had no time, will, or inspiration. I do have a couple of big fics I worked on last year that are still unfinished, and I want to finish them. Posting is a more difficult thing. It seems the longer I'm away the more difficult it becomes to post. So I will start small. Here is a ficbit that was up for maybe 2 hours on tumblr before I stopped liking it and took it down. It was written in response to someone's (don't remember the username, sorry!) prompt about a drunk Ohno.
Title: I'll be your muse
Pair: Ohmiya
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings for nino being a smoker and ohno being a drinker.
The bedside lamp is on, its low yellow light just bright enough for Nino to see the lines on his notepad. The notepad is blank.
He rubs his face with half a hand, nearly poking an eye with his pen. He is tired. Tiredness didn’t matter. There are Lyrics to write. And after that Choreography to force feet into. And after that Script to memorize.
He takes up what is left of a cigarette that has nearly burnt itself out on its ash tray. He inhales, deeply, and exhales smoke.
He returns the cigarette to its resting place, and his hand finds his can of coffee, once cold now lukewarm.
With an electronic click, the door opens, and Nino glances up as Ohno enters the room.
“Matsujun’s prezento.” Ohno says, waving a dvd case in the air.
“Just set it on the table.” Nino returns to his blank notepad, and to another sip of coffee.
Ohno walks to the bed, and sets the dvd case next to the lamp. He picks up the cigarette, and extinguishes it in its ashes.
“Don’t do that.” Nino snaps tersely. It was his last one. Now he’d have to find the time to go buy more. He didn’t even know where the nearest convenience store or vending machine was.
“It’s ok.” Ohno says, smiling, and now he looks at Nino, and Nino can see it in his eyes. The happy, dull twinkle of one can too many.
“Just go back to your room, or Aiba’s room, or wherever the hell you were drinking before you came here.” Nino takes the cigarette butt back from Ohno’s fingers, rests it in the corner of his mouth, and tries to find the lighter buried in his pocket.
“It’s ok.” Ohno repeats, running his fingers slowly, slowly, slowly along Nino’s lips, capturing the cigarette at the end and pulling it away. “I’ll be your nicotine.”
“Oh that’s great. Thanks for the offer.” Nino slaps Ohno’s hand away, and Ohno bursts into giggles. “You can get out now, nicotine.”
“Ok.” Failing to follow orders, his giggles subside and Ohno picks up Nino’s coffee can. “You drink too much of this stuff. It’ll turn your stomach inside out, you know?”
“I’ll switch to green tea starting tomorrow. I swear. Now put it down gently and walk away.”
Ohno sets the can down with a hard sigh. “You don’t need it anymore, Nino. I’ll be your caffeine.”
Nino rubs his face again, with the exhausted disbelief of a man who has reached his official limit. He doesn’t know what he has done to deserve a drunk Ohno tonight of all nights, but it confirms his theory that the universe is not, in fact, a Nino fan.
Ohno sits on the edge of the bed next to Nino. Nino gets a waft of the yeasty smell of beer on his breath when he breathes.
“Here.” Ohno says like it’s a proclamation, taking the notepad and pen from Nino, setting them on the bedside table next to the dvd, the extinguished cigarette, and the can of coffee.
With nothing left to hide behind, Nino knows, because he knows Ohno and he knows drunk Ohno, what is inevitably next. He is cornered, helplessly, into honesty. “I am stressed out of my mind right now. I seriously don’t have time for this. Please leave so I can focus.”
As the message slowly processes in his inebriated brain, Ohno’s eyebrows slowly draw together, his telltale mask of hurt.
But he nods, slowly, and stands up.
Wobbles a little, and sits back down.
He looks at Nino, still drawn and hurt but with a helpless, sloppy drunk half-smile. “You don’t need to be stressed Nino.”
“Do you even know how much has to be done by tomorrow? I’m not a machine like Sho, I can’t just churn words out like they don’t come from my heart. I can’t just be-“
Ohno presses a finger to Nino’s lips, and one from his other hand to his own too for good, drunk measure. “Shhh. I’ll do it. I’ll open your heart.”
“What are you even talking about?” Nino snorts, slapping Ohno’s finger from his lips for the second time.
Ohno’s fingers fall to the hem of his shirt, and he pulls it up a little, and then a little more. But then he stops.
Nino realizes he’s been holding his breath.
“I hate you.” Nino growls, punching the nearest parts of the giggling Ohno he can reach.
Ohno gives Nino that sloppy drunk and stupidly seductive half-smile, declaring. “Tonight, Nino, I’ll be your muse.”
It has been a long, long time. How are you? Is everyone well? Is anyone still here?
I'm sorry for disappearing so suddenly, and for taking so long to come back. Last year I went to Japan. Had some fun, had a lot of not fun. Returned home and had a lot more not fun.
For as much as I haven't been in the fandom, I have been keeping up with Arashi. (Except the Hawaii bit. I can't watch it yet. I'm not emotionally ready.) Ohmiyawedding didn't happen for the first time last year, and I'm sorry to everyone who looked forward to it.
I haven't written much either lately, I've had no time, will, or inspiration. I do have a couple of big fics I worked on last year that are still unfinished, and I want to finish them. Posting is a more difficult thing. It seems the longer I'm away the more difficult it becomes to post. So I will start small. Here is a ficbit that was up for maybe 2 hours on tumblr before I stopped liking it and took it down. It was written in response to someone's (don't remember the username, sorry!) prompt about a drunk Ohno.
Title: I'll be your muse
Pair: Ohmiya
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings for nino being a smoker and ohno being a drinker.
The bedside lamp is on, its low yellow light just bright enough for Nino to see the lines on his notepad. The notepad is blank.
He rubs his face with half a hand, nearly poking an eye with his pen. He is tired. Tiredness didn’t matter. There are Lyrics to write. And after that Choreography to force feet into. And after that Script to memorize.
He takes up what is left of a cigarette that has nearly burnt itself out on its ash tray. He inhales, deeply, and exhales smoke.
He returns the cigarette to its resting place, and his hand finds his can of coffee, once cold now lukewarm.
With an electronic click, the door opens, and Nino glances up as Ohno enters the room.
“Matsujun’s prezento.” Ohno says, waving a dvd case in the air.
“Just set it on the table.” Nino returns to his blank notepad, and to another sip of coffee.
Ohno walks to the bed, and sets the dvd case next to the lamp. He picks up the cigarette, and extinguishes it in its ashes.
“Don’t do that.” Nino snaps tersely. It was his last one. Now he’d have to find the time to go buy more. He didn’t even know where the nearest convenience store or vending machine was.
“It’s ok.” Ohno says, smiling, and now he looks at Nino, and Nino can see it in his eyes. The happy, dull twinkle of one can too many.
“Just go back to your room, or Aiba’s room, or wherever the hell you were drinking before you came here.” Nino takes the cigarette butt back from Ohno’s fingers, rests it in the corner of his mouth, and tries to find the lighter buried in his pocket.
“It’s ok.” Ohno repeats, running his fingers slowly, slowly, slowly along Nino’s lips, capturing the cigarette at the end and pulling it away. “I’ll be your nicotine.”
“Oh that’s great. Thanks for the offer.” Nino slaps Ohno’s hand away, and Ohno bursts into giggles. “You can get out now, nicotine.”
“Ok.” Failing to follow orders, his giggles subside and Ohno picks up Nino’s coffee can. “You drink too much of this stuff. It’ll turn your stomach inside out, you know?”
“I’ll switch to green tea starting tomorrow. I swear. Now put it down gently and walk away.”
Ohno sets the can down with a hard sigh. “You don’t need it anymore, Nino. I’ll be your caffeine.”
Nino rubs his face again, with the exhausted disbelief of a man who has reached his official limit. He doesn’t know what he has done to deserve a drunk Ohno tonight of all nights, but it confirms his theory that the universe is not, in fact, a Nino fan.
Ohno sits on the edge of the bed next to Nino. Nino gets a waft of the yeasty smell of beer on his breath when he breathes.
“Here.” Ohno says like it’s a proclamation, taking the notepad and pen from Nino, setting them on the bedside table next to the dvd, the extinguished cigarette, and the can of coffee.
With nothing left to hide behind, Nino knows, because he knows Ohno and he knows drunk Ohno, what is inevitably next. He is cornered, helplessly, into honesty. “I am stressed out of my mind right now. I seriously don’t have time for this. Please leave so I can focus.”
As the message slowly processes in his inebriated brain, Ohno’s eyebrows slowly draw together, his telltale mask of hurt.
But he nods, slowly, and stands up.
Wobbles a little, and sits back down.
He looks at Nino, still drawn and hurt but with a helpless, sloppy drunk half-smile. “You don’t need to be stressed Nino.”
“Do you even know how much has to be done by tomorrow? I’m not a machine like Sho, I can’t just churn words out like they don’t come from my heart. I can’t just be-“
Ohno presses a finger to Nino’s lips, and one from his other hand to his own too for good, drunk measure. “Shhh. I’ll do it. I’ll open your heart.”
“What are you even talking about?” Nino snorts, slapping Ohno’s finger from his lips for the second time.
Ohno’s fingers fall to the hem of his shirt, and he pulls it up a little, and then a little more. But then he stops.
Nino realizes he’s been holding his breath.
“I hate you.” Nino growls, punching the nearest parts of the giggling Ohno he can reach.
Ohno gives Nino that sloppy drunk and stupidly seductive half-smile, declaring. “Tonight, Nino, I’ll be your muse.”