Fic: [Arashi] Ties
Late on the birthday train again! I got terrible writer's block (I will make it up to you later with better writing than this, bb!! D:), but I broke through it for this amazingly lovely and sweet person...
Happy belated birthday, mitsuchan! ♥♥ Yaaaay!
Title: Ties
Pairing: Sho/Nino
Rating & Word Count: NC-17, ~2300
Notes: It was only supposed to be Sakumiya porn, but some plot (or something) snuck in there. I hope you enjoy, bb! ♥
Sho wakes to the sun. It's slanting across his face, razor-sharp in its intensity. He squints furiously, mentally cursing at how much light gets into his room through that small gap in his curtains. His clock reads 7 A.M. It's one hour before his alarm was to go off.
He's just slept about ten hours, but he's still bone tired. It's a familiar feeling of exhaustion that he automatically associates with dramas. Sho's not sure whether Arashi activities and newscasting makes him even more tired on top of this or if it's the other way around. But he's just tired (and tired of eating yogurt), and that's easy enough to understand. Another hour of sleep won't make a difference. He has some free time until the afternoon. It'd be good to get up and start his outline on what he'll be covering in ZERO next week, even though he doesn't want to - saying that he's 'too tired' to do anything has never led to anything beneficial.
Sho rolls to his left to get off his bed. And freezes.
There's a warm body next to him.
Sho squeezes his eyes shut. This can't be happening, he thinks. It really can't be. He never brings people home, he doesn't even casually hook up with people when he goes drinking. But he didn't even go drinking last night. Maybe he can't remember it? How could he have brought someone home drunk without anyone noticing? This could be beyond terrible.
He slowly tilts his head to look.
"Nino?" he says, jerking back. The other man only furrows his eyebrows in his sleep before relaxing, curling even more towards Sho's body. Nino's on top of Sho's covers; his familiar jacket has been thrown carelessly to cover a pile of clothes Sho's had burying his table for ages.
Beyond a doubt, it's Nino. But Sho doesn't know what he's doing there.
He gets out of bed and trudges to the kitchen. Someone must have an answer. His mother is in there, reading through some graded essays and sipping coffee. She looks up when he enters. "Good morning."
"Morning," Sho answers. "Um..."
His mother gets up, tipping the last of the coffee down the sink. "Did you talk to Ninomiya-kun? He showed up an hour ago and said the meeting he'd been going to was canceled, and he'd been close by here anyway. I told him you were sleeping and he said he'd wait for you to wake up."
Sho blinks. "Oh. He fell asleep, I guess. I was just surprised to find him in my room."
"No," his mother scowls. "You'd be surprised at how badly college students manage to write about Shakespeare. Complete disgrace." She shakes her head and slips her heels on. "I'll probably be sleeping when you get back, so I'll leave some things in the refrigerator."
"Thanks," Sho says. He's still kind of bewildered and half asleep. He gets himself a bowl of rice from the rice cooker and goes back to his room.
Nino's still asleep, now face-down in the space Sho had vacated. Sho shakes his head, drapes the covers over Nino and sits down with his laptop.
It's about half an hour later when Sho hears Nino shifting, softly cursing under his breath as he tries to escape from the same beam of light. He grins. "Bright?"
Nino pushes himself up on his elbows, voice stuffed and cranky. "Are you ever going to clean up this room? I almost killed myself trying to get from the doorway to the bed." He flops over, staring up at the ceiling. "Hi, Sho-chan."
Sho closes his laptop with a soft click. He crosses the room (deftly sidestepping over the mountains of junk on the floor, it's not that big of a deal) and sits on the bed's edge. "Hey. What's this I hear about a meeting?"
"They made me wake up at 5:30 in the morning, drove me there and then we found out someone important couldn't attend. The usual." The irritation is bleeding into Nino's voice. "I saw your house was close by and I didn't have anything else to do."
Sho snorts. He leans back and tugs open the curtains. Light floods the room and creates shadows where Sho's belongings are scattered all over the floor. But it wipes away the bags under Nino's eyes and smoothes the strain in his cheeks.
"You scared me, you know! I thought I'd gotten so drunk and couldn't remember it. That I'd brought someone home with me, somehow."
It's Nino's turn to snort. "Like someone would actually come home with you."
It's a real danger, though. Even when they want to do normal things that other people their age do (going out drinking with friends, enjoying themselves; they can't blame themselves for wanting that), there's always people out there who would take advantage of them, who would take exploitive photos or worse. Nino's apology for scaring Sho is in the way his hand comes up to rest against Sho's leg.
"Well," Sho says softly. "We really don't have anything to do until that group photoshoot at two, do we."
Nino rolls to face him, head pillowed on on his forearm and dark eyes gazing. "No, we don't."
They sit like that for a while, Nino's fingers tapping out a beat on Sho's thigh. Then Nino sits up abruptly, leaning into Sho's side. "Can I take a quick shower? I feel gross."
Sho stares at him. "A shower?"
"Yeah."
"...sure."
Nino's hands drop to unbutton his blue button-down; he's got it half unbuttoned and hanging loose before he seems to realize that he has a tie on. His fingers pick at the knot. "Hey, remember when you first started going to Keio and I tied your tie for you?"
Sho laughs. "I remember."
It'd been around their second year in Arashi, so no one was really a stranger - but if he had to say, Nino had been the only one he could call a friend at that time. He'd woken up at Nino's house the morning everything about Keio had begun, tense and stressed and suddenly realizing that he had no idea how to tie the tie around the neck because other people had always done it for him. Nino had tsk'ed at him and tied it with quick motions, explaining what he was doing. Sho had forgotten how by the end of the day but he'd never forgotten how easily Nino had helped him, his warm hands brushing up against Sho's chin as he'd done it.
"And when you graduated you told me that you could tie your own ties, now." Nino's is hanging loose around his neck. He stands to head to the bathroom, then pauses a second to throw it at Sho's face. His laugh fades down the hallway as Sho flails to tug it down from hanging in his face.
Sho's still not sure why Nino had come, exactly. But it doesn't really matter. His gaze falls to the tie in his hands and he ties it absentmindedly, producing a perfect knot. He's had to do it so many times in his adult life that the only reason he can remember the time when he couldn't is because Nino had been there.
Nino comes back after ten minutes.
There's a towel slung low on his hips and the light in the room catches the water droplets on his skin. Nino looks at him and his mouth twists and Sho suddenly, shatteringly knows why Nino had come. He's always been slow about this kind of thing.
Nino sits down. Sho slowly bends to kiss some water on Nino's shoulder. Nino's skin is warm and Nino's breath hitches and his hand comes up to Sho's hair.
"I was watching ZERO and I saw you sitting there. Your tie was all perfect. I thought, 'oh, that's really the same kid who couldn't tie his tie at all.' We've had ten years already." Nino turns to look at him. "How many more years do we have in us?"
"Don't be stupid, Nino," Sho says. "As many years as we'll be able. Maybe as long as Matsujun stays pretty."
"Too long."
Sho shoves Nino down on the bed. "So don't complain. And don't worry, either."
"Sho-chan's getting mad!" Nino's grinning, but his grin hides how tired Nino is too, how worried they all are all the time that their popularity has ballooned so rapidly. They're all good people (four of the best people Sho knows), but any misstep could harm the group so easily. It's not such an easy fix as showing your friend how to tie his tie.
"I'm not mad," Sho mutters.
He straddles Nino's hips, looking down at him from above. Nino's dark eyes gaze up at him, clear and familiar. Nino is Sho's good friend. And sometimes, they do this.
Nino runs his hands up from Sho's hips to clasp behind his back. Sho lowers himself and licks at a droplet of water that's fallen on Nino's cheek from his still-wet hair. Nino breathes out and Sho captures Nino's mouth, brushing their lips together once before raising his head. "Nothing until two, right?"
"Right," Nino answers, one finger tracing a path down Sho's neck.
Sho yanks the finger away and kisses him again, the space between their mouths humid and slick. The other man moves under him, legs parting until Sho can feel the towel fall away. He reaches down between them and throws it off the bed. Nino's already half hard under his fingers, warm and heavy in his palm.
The room's so bright. Sho can see it out of the corner of his eye as he kisses Nino; the cluttered floor, his laptop on the desk, Nino's jacket. Nino's bare skin is more real than any of that.
"Hey," Nino says, "take this off." He tugs at Sho's t-shirt and Sho sits up to yank it off his head. There's a flush building high on Nino's cheeks. Sho wants to kiss it, but Nino's squinting up at him.
"What?" Sho asks, feeling oddly self-conscious.
Nino plants his palm in the center of Sho's chest, fingers open and spanning. "You're too skinny now." He gazes critically for a moment, then hooks his fingers in the waistband of Sho's sweatpants and pulls them down. "See how easily those fell off?"
"To hear that coming from you..."
Nino laughs breathlessly under him as Sho shucks his pants off completely. His laugh stops and turn into a gasp when Sho licks over a nipple, fingers running over Nino's hips and touching between his legs. Sho likes this, making Nino feel good. He likes making Nino, who is always thinking, lose his train of thought.
His fingers brush over Nino's entrance and Nino tenses for a second before giving a small moan. His fingers clutch at Sho's shoulders and Sho closes his eyes, resting his forehead on Nino's neck. Then he scrambles up. "Wait a second."
The lube and condoms are buried in a pile of something under his desk. He finds them, finally, and turns back around.
Sho stares.
Nino's still on his back on Sho's bed. His left hand is resting lightly on his chest and one foot is planted on the mattress. His dark hair falls away from his face and he's looking out the window, the light coming through coloring his pale skin. At that moment, Sho feels lucky that he knows this person; it wouldn't be the same with anyone else.
"What? Get over here already," Nino says, finally catching Sho looking at him. He looks embarassed but he doesn't curl up to hide. Sho walks back and immediately kisses Nino. He can't resist. Nino pushes him back and shoves the lube at his face. He's breathing hard. "Come on, come on..."
Sho fumbles with putting a condom on before finally getting some lube in his hand. He blinks a bead of sweat away and pulls a long stroke up Nino's cock, lingering on the head. Nino groans and wraps a leg around Sho's hips, grinding against Sho's touch and thigh.
"Hurry up..."
It's always good between him and Nino. Nino knows what he wants and he says it. Sho likes carrying out instructions to the best of his ability. He hurries. He bends to kiss at Nino's navel, one hand running over his nipples and chest - the other one pushes in one finger. Sho feels Nino's gasp in the tremble of the skin under his lips. He looks up and Nino's eyes are squeezed tight, cheeks flushed red, his hips pushing minutely into the finger already in him.
Sho can't breathe with how much he wants him. "Wait, just..."
He pushes in another finger and strokes, then another when Nino gives a small whine in the back of his throat, hands pressing insistently on Sho's back. It's hot in his room, all of a sudden, hot and bright. Sho runs his fingers down Nino's sides and presses in.
"Sho..."
It's so hot. Sho pulls Nino closer until they're touching all over, breathing together in the rhythm of Sho's thrusts. "Sho, Sho, Sho," he hears in his ears and this is what's amazing about it, two people depending on each other, trusting each other.
The pressure's building and it's about to explode. Nino makes a choked sound because Sho's hand has been between the two of them all along, jerking him off mercilessly. He comes with a moan, thighs jerking against Sho's sides. Sho sees the way Nino's lips tremble, the sheen of sweat on his collarbone; he thrusts hard once, voice muffled by Nino's skin, and comes.
Afterwards they're side by side on Sho's bed, holding hands and breathing hard.
"Sleep?" Sho asks, voice rough, and Nino nods. They set the alarm for noon and Nino curls against Sho, legs tangled. Sho's not sure if it's in a dream or not when he hears Nino whisper, "I want another ten years." He whispers back, "Me too."
When the time comes for them to leave for their photoshoot Nino asks if he can do Sho's tie for him. Sho lets him.
---
* I have no idea if anyone else will be amused by this, but I cracked up because my usual reaction to most of Ohmiya's antics is OHNOTHEYDIDN''!!
* Next item of business! Futurama is coming back. Hell yeah.
* Next! I've been having a recurring theme in my dreams for a while now! In my dreams, I always see myself flipping through a giant book of nothing but quotes. It's really odd. A quote I remember from my dream two nights ago (and I don't remember dreams clearly, usually) has to do with HIV research. The thing is, I don't know anything about research being done on HIV. ... Maybe the brain's trying to tell me something?
* Had a fabulous conversation with rinalin a few days back about interest in Arashi within Japanese culture and Japanese culture itself and dfijgkdhg it was a great conversation. Thanks, bb! :)
*
WHY SO ADORABLE DFLGJKGH. Can't take this.
* Sorry I haven't been replying to posts lately. I am kind of aimlessly dawdling around. D:
* Stuff I want to pimp out for varying reasons of awesome (some for the second or third time 'cause I have more people to pimp to now, hi nice Arashi fandom!!):
The Big Picture. Awesome.
Girls With Slingshots. Awesome.
ILLUSTRATION ART. Awesome.
The Sartorialist. Awesome.
and i love by waxrose. ;n; ♥ Awesome.
Ohmiya fic by saturn-necklace. Awesome.
* Went shopping recently! Well, yesterday and a few days ago. Yay. Got some pants, socks, bras. Got some heels, too. See, at 13 I never thought I'd grow up to like heels, but at 13 I never thought I'd grow up to stay the same exact height six years later. So there you go. Anyway.
I was shopping at a magical place called TJ Maxx. It sells brandname stuff for cheap and cheap stuff for cheap and all kinds of stuff for cheap, which is awesome. I was roaming around the toy corner with my mom when I saw something I NEEDED TO TAKE A PICTURE OF.
"It's serious business."
Doesn't this giant, spherical cow plushie...
...look like the cow Sho 'drew' in AnS 135?
I LOL'D FOREVER. YOU'RE SO VINDICATED, SHO.
Happy belated birthday, mitsuchan! ♥♥ Yaaaay!
Title: Ties
Pairing: Sho/Nino
Rating & Word Count: NC-17, ~2300
Notes: It was only supposed to be Sakumiya porn, but some plot (or something) snuck in there. I hope you enjoy, bb! ♥
Sho wakes to the sun. It's slanting across his face, razor-sharp in its intensity. He squints furiously, mentally cursing at how much light gets into his room through that small gap in his curtains. His clock reads 7 A.M. It's one hour before his alarm was to go off.
He's just slept about ten hours, but he's still bone tired. It's a familiar feeling of exhaustion that he automatically associates with dramas. Sho's not sure whether Arashi activities and newscasting makes him even more tired on top of this or if it's the other way around. But he's just tired (and tired of eating yogurt), and that's easy enough to understand. Another hour of sleep won't make a difference. He has some free time until the afternoon. It'd be good to get up and start his outline on what he'll be covering in ZERO next week, even though he doesn't want to - saying that he's 'too tired' to do anything has never led to anything beneficial.
Sho rolls to his left to get off his bed. And freezes.
There's a warm body next to him.
Sho squeezes his eyes shut. This can't be happening, he thinks. It really can't be. He never brings people home, he doesn't even casually hook up with people when he goes drinking. But he didn't even go drinking last night. Maybe he can't remember it? How could he have brought someone home drunk without anyone noticing? This could be beyond terrible.
He slowly tilts his head to look.
"Nino?" he says, jerking back. The other man only furrows his eyebrows in his sleep before relaxing, curling even more towards Sho's body. Nino's on top of Sho's covers; his familiar jacket has been thrown carelessly to cover a pile of clothes Sho's had burying his table for ages.
Beyond a doubt, it's Nino. But Sho doesn't know what he's doing there.
He gets out of bed and trudges to the kitchen. Someone must have an answer. His mother is in there, reading through some graded essays and sipping coffee. She looks up when he enters. "Good morning."
"Morning," Sho answers. "Um..."
His mother gets up, tipping the last of the coffee down the sink. "Did you talk to Ninomiya-kun? He showed up an hour ago and said the meeting he'd been going to was canceled, and he'd been close by here anyway. I told him you were sleeping and he said he'd wait for you to wake up."
Sho blinks. "Oh. He fell asleep, I guess. I was just surprised to find him in my room."
"No," his mother scowls. "You'd be surprised at how badly college students manage to write about Shakespeare. Complete disgrace." She shakes her head and slips her heels on. "I'll probably be sleeping when you get back, so I'll leave some things in the refrigerator."
"Thanks," Sho says. He's still kind of bewildered and half asleep. He gets himself a bowl of rice from the rice cooker and goes back to his room.
Nino's still asleep, now face-down in the space Sho had vacated. Sho shakes his head, drapes the covers over Nino and sits down with his laptop.
It's about half an hour later when Sho hears Nino shifting, softly cursing under his breath as he tries to escape from the same beam of light. He grins. "Bright?"
Nino pushes himself up on his elbows, voice stuffed and cranky. "Are you ever going to clean up this room? I almost killed myself trying to get from the doorway to the bed." He flops over, staring up at the ceiling. "Hi, Sho-chan."
Sho closes his laptop with a soft click. He crosses the room (deftly sidestepping over the mountains of junk on the floor, it's not that big of a deal) and sits on the bed's edge. "Hey. What's this I hear about a meeting?"
"They made me wake up at 5:30 in the morning, drove me there and then we found out someone important couldn't attend. The usual." The irritation is bleeding into Nino's voice. "I saw your house was close by and I didn't have anything else to do."
Sho snorts. He leans back and tugs open the curtains. Light floods the room and creates shadows where Sho's belongings are scattered all over the floor. But it wipes away the bags under Nino's eyes and smoothes the strain in his cheeks.
"You scared me, you know! I thought I'd gotten so drunk and couldn't remember it. That I'd brought someone home with me, somehow."
It's Nino's turn to snort. "Like someone would actually come home with you."
It's a real danger, though. Even when they want to do normal things that other people their age do (going out drinking with friends, enjoying themselves; they can't blame themselves for wanting that), there's always people out there who would take advantage of them, who would take exploitive photos or worse. Nino's apology for scaring Sho is in the way his hand comes up to rest against Sho's leg.
"Well," Sho says softly. "We really don't have anything to do until that group photoshoot at two, do we."
Nino rolls to face him, head pillowed on on his forearm and dark eyes gazing. "No, we don't."
They sit like that for a while, Nino's fingers tapping out a beat on Sho's thigh. Then Nino sits up abruptly, leaning into Sho's side. "Can I take a quick shower? I feel gross."
Sho stares at him. "A shower?"
"Yeah."
"...sure."
Nino's hands drop to unbutton his blue button-down; he's got it half unbuttoned and hanging loose before he seems to realize that he has a tie on. His fingers pick at the knot. "Hey, remember when you first started going to Keio and I tied your tie for you?"
Sho laughs. "I remember."
It'd been around their second year in Arashi, so no one was really a stranger - but if he had to say, Nino had been the only one he could call a friend at that time. He'd woken up at Nino's house the morning everything about Keio had begun, tense and stressed and suddenly realizing that he had no idea how to tie the tie around the neck because other people had always done it for him. Nino had tsk'ed at him and tied it with quick motions, explaining what he was doing. Sho had forgotten how by the end of the day but he'd never forgotten how easily Nino had helped him, his warm hands brushing up against Sho's chin as he'd done it.
"And when you graduated you told me that you could tie your own ties, now." Nino's is hanging loose around his neck. He stands to head to the bathroom, then pauses a second to throw it at Sho's face. His laugh fades down the hallway as Sho flails to tug it down from hanging in his face.
Sho's still not sure why Nino had come, exactly. But it doesn't really matter. His gaze falls to the tie in his hands and he ties it absentmindedly, producing a perfect knot. He's had to do it so many times in his adult life that the only reason he can remember the time when he couldn't is because Nino had been there.
Nino comes back after ten minutes.
There's a towel slung low on his hips and the light in the room catches the water droplets on his skin. Nino looks at him and his mouth twists and Sho suddenly, shatteringly knows why Nino had come. He's always been slow about this kind of thing.
Nino sits down. Sho slowly bends to kiss some water on Nino's shoulder. Nino's skin is warm and Nino's breath hitches and his hand comes up to Sho's hair.
"I was watching ZERO and I saw you sitting there. Your tie was all perfect. I thought, 'oh, that's really the same kid who couldn't tie his tie at all.' We've had ten years already." Nino turns to look at him. "How many more years do we have in us?"
"Don't be stupid, Nino," Sho says. "As many years as we'll be able. Maybe as long as Matsujun stays pretty."
"Too long."
Sho shoves Nino down on the bed. "So don't complain. And don't worry, either."
"Sho-chan's getting mad!" Nino's grinning, but his grin hides how tired Nino is too, how worried they all are all the time that their popularity has ballooned so rapidly. They're all good people (four of the best people Sho knows), but any misstep could harm the group so easily. It's not such an easy fix as showing your friend how to tie his tie.
"I'm not mad," Sho mutters.
He straddles Nino's hips, looking down at him from above. Nino's dark eyes gaze up at him, clear and familiar. Nino is Sho's good friend. And sometimes, they do this.
Nino runs his hands up from Sho's hips to clasp behind his back. Sho lowers himself and licks at a droplet of water that's fallen on Nino's cheek from his still-wet hair. Nino breathes out and Sho captures Nino's mouth, brushing their lips together once before raising his head. "Nothing until two, right?"
"Right," Nino answers, one finger tracing a path down Sho's neck.
Sho yanks the finger away and kisses him again, the space between their mouths humid and slick. The other man moves under him, legs parting until Sho can feel the towel fall away. He reaches down between them and throws it off the bed. Nino's already half hard under his fingers, warm and heavy in his palm.
The room's so bright. Sho can see it out of the corner of his eye as he kisses Nino; the cluttered floor, his laptop on the desk, Nino's jacket. Nino's bare skin is more real than any of that.
"Hey," Nino says, "take this off." He tugs at Sho's t-shirt and Sho sits up to yank it off his head. There's a flush building high on Nino's cheeks. Sho wants to kiss it, but Nino's squinting up at him.
"What?" Sho asks, feeling oddly self-conscious.
Nino plants his palm in the center of Sho's chest, fingers open and spanning. "You're too skinny now." He gazes critically for a moment, then hooks his fingers in the waistband of Sho's sweatpants and pulls them down. "See how easily those fell off?"
"To hear that coming from you..."
Nino laughs breathlessly under him as Sho shucks his pants off completely. His laugh stops and turn into a gasp when Sho licks over a nipple, fingers running over Nino's hips and touching between his legs. Sho likes this, making Nino feel good. He likes making Nino, who is always thinking, lose his train of thought.
His fingers brush over Nino's entrance and Nino tenses for a second before giving a small moan. His fingers clutch at Sho's shoulders and Sho closes his eyes, resting his forehead on Nino's neck. Then he scrambles up. "Wait a second."
The lube and condoms are buried in a pile of something under his desk. He finds them, finally, and turns back around.
Sho stares.
Nino's still on his back on Sho's bed. His left hand is resting lightly on his chest and one foot is planted on the mattress. His dark hair falls away from his face and he's looking out the window, the light coming through coloring his pale skin. At that moment, Sho feels lucky that he knows this person; it wouldn't be the same with anyone else.
"What? Get over here already," Nino says, finally catching Sho looking at him. He looks embarassed but he doesn't curl up to hide. Sho walks back and immediately kisses Nino. He can't resist. Nino pushes him back and shoves the lube at his face. He's breathing hard. "Come on, come on..."
Sho fumbles with putting a condom on before finally getting some lube in his hand. He blinks a bead of sweat away and pulls a long stroke up Nino's cock, lingering on the head. Nino groans and wraps a leg around Sho's hips, grinding against Sho's touch and thigh.
"Hurry up..."
It's always good between him and Nino. Nino knows what he wants and he says it. Sho likes carrying out instructions to the best of his ability. He hurries. He bends to kiss at Nino's navel, one hand running over his nipples and chest - the other one pushes in one finger. Sho feels Nino's gasp in the tremble of the skin under his lips. He looks up and Nino's eyes are squeezed tight, cheeks flushed red, his hips pushing minutely into the finger already in him.
Sho can't breathe with how much he wants him. "Wait, just..."
He pushes in another finger and strokes, then another when Nino gives a small whine in the back of his throat, hands pressing insistently on Sho's back. It's hot in his room, all of a sudden, hot and bright. Sho runs his fingers down Nino's sides and presses in.
"Sho..."
It's so hot. Sho pulls Nino closer until they're touching all over, breathing together in the rhythm of Sho's thrusts. "Sho, Sho, Sho," he hears in his ears and this is what's amazing about it, two people depending on each other, trusting each other.
The pressure's building and it's about to explode. Nino makes a choked sound because Sho's hand has been between the two of them all along, jerking him off mercilessly. He comes with a moan, thighs jerking against Sho's sides. Sho sees the way Nino's lips tremble, the sheen of sweat on his collarbone; he thrusts hard once, voice muffled by Nino's skin, and comes.
Afterwards they're side by side on Sho's bed, holding hands and breathing hard.
"Sleep?" Sho asks, voice rough, and Nino nods. They set the alarm for noon and Nino curls against Sho, legs tangled. Sho's not sure if it's in a dream or not when he hears Nino whisper, "I want another ten years." He whispers back, "Me too."
When the time comes for them to leave for their photoshoot Nino asks if he can do Sho's tie for him. Sho lets him.
---
* I have no idea if anyone else will be amused by this, but I cracked up because my usual reaction to most of Ohmiya's antics is OHNOTHEYDIDN''!!
* Next item of business! Futurama is coming back. Hell yeah.
* Next! I've been having a recurring theme in my dreams for a while now! In my dreams, I always see myself flipping through a giant book of nothing but quotes. It's really odd. A quote I remember from my dream two nights ago (and I don't remember dreams clearly, usually) has to do with HIV research. The thing is, I don't know anything about research being done on HIV. ... Maybe the brain's trying to tell me something?
* Had a fabulous conversation with rinalin a few days back about interest in Arashi within Japanese culture and Japanese culture itself and dfijgkdhg it was a great conversation. Thanks, bb! :)
*
WHY SO ADORABLE DFLGJKGH. Can't take this.
* Sorry I haven't been replying to posts lately. I am kind of aimlessly dawdling around. D:
* Stuff I want to pimp out for varying reasons of awesome (some for the second or third time 'cause I have more people to pimp to now, hi nice Arashi fandom!!):
The Big Picture. Awesome.
Girls With Slingshots. Awesome.
ILLUSTRATION ART. Awesome.
The Sartorialist. Awesome.
and i love by waxrose. ;n; ♥ Awesome.
Ohmiya fic by saturn-necklace. Awesome.
* Went shopping recently! Well, yesterday and a few days ago. Yay. Got some pants, socks, bras. Got some heels, too. See, at 13 I never thought I'd grow up to like heels, but at 13 I never thought I'd grow up to stay the same exact height six years later. So there you go. Anyway.
I was shopping at a magical place called TJ Maxx. It sells brandname stuff for cheap and cheap stuff for cheap and all kinds of stuff for cheap, which is awesome. I was roaming around the toy corner with my mom when I saw something I NEEDED TO TAKE A PICTURE OF.
"It's serious business."
Doesn't this giant, spherical cow plushie...
...look like the cow Sho 'drew' in AnS 135?
I LOL'D FOREVER. YOU'RE SO VINDICATED, SHO.