Request Meme Part Two: Son of Request Meme

[cupcake4mafia]

IT LIVES.

I've been working on something kind of epic and I need a break from it, SO:
Request ficlets of any Arashi pairing/moresome!
(Esoteric fandoms also available: Jiro Wang/Danson Tang, S.H.E)
I do write adult material, but I can't promise it for every prompt >__>
Please check the last meme's requests before making your own :D
Of course, whoever commented last time is WELCOME to request again!

EDIT: Requests now closed! I will be finishing all the prompts thus far :D

Off The Record Nino/Britney Spears, for happenstanc3 PG-13
Revisions Nino/Jun, unexpected and acting, for rinalin PG-13
The Usual Aiba/Arashi, friendship and birthdays, for i_am_zan PG-13 (implied fivesome)
Synonyms Sho/Nino, possessive!Nino, for blood_opal R
Occupational Hazard Senior Nan/Xiu-Yi, for font Pg-13ish
Minor Mishaps Aiba/Jun, planning a party, for binmusic R (language)
Curious Nature Jun/Nino, "Nino's been a naughty boy this year," for fluttering NC-17
The Only Thing Worse Than Fantasy Football gen, slight Ohno/Arashi, "Arashi wants Ohno to know that fishing isn't the most fun thing to do," for mirai_kazuko PG
Sure Ohno/Jun for alexiela light R
see the ohmiya, feel the shine gen, Ohno/Nino, the group tries to promote Ohmiya, crackfic, for yay_box PG

Comments

[rinalin.livejournal.com]

You are like an Arashi santa. Or maybe an elf. I don't know. Either way. Love you.


Nino/Jun, unexpected, and maybe... something to do with acting? or filming for one of their shows?

[cupcake4mafia.livejournal.com]

I really don't know what this turned into, but that makes it unexpected, right?
...please enjoy :D

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Jun hasn’t discussed the show with him, yet, beyond a few vague statements of “good work,” and “take care of your health while you’re at it.” The Monday after the fourth episode airs, Nino walks into work, bracing himself for the usual onslaught of Jun speculating on the plot and yelling at him for things Koichi has done. It doesn’t come.

They’re on break (VS is back to back today), when Aiba suddenly turns to Nino on the couch and asks:

“Are you in love with your sister?”

“What the fuck?” Nino starts, sitting up.

“Is Koichi in love with his sister,” Sho corrects, shoving Aiba.

“Oh,” Nino says, deflating. “Keep watching. It gets clearer.”

Aiba laughs, fingers unclenching from the arm of the couch.

“Sorry,” he says.

Nino rolls his eyes, a bit frustrated with himself when they come to rest on the back of Jun’s head. Jun is buried in HunterxHunter, trying desperately to catch up with Ohno.

“This sure is an interesting chapter,” Ohno says with an uncharacteristically wicked smile, holding his book up a little higher so that the volume number is directly in front of Jun’s face.

“Are you watching?” Nino asks.

“I’m getting the DVD,” Ohno answers, confused. “I always get the DVDs…”

Nino nods, absolutely not watching Jun self-consciously fluff the back of his hair.

---

After the sixth episode, Nino is officially infuriated. He’s had at least five conversations with Aiba explaining his character’s family tree, and even Sho has started reading the book.

Nino doesn’t so much invite Jun over as he tells him to be there at eight. Jun shows up with a bottle of Nino’s least favorite wine and a thin smile.

“Why aren’t you watching my show?” Nino demands, as soon as Jun removes his shoes.

In Nino’s script, the question had come much later.

“Maybe I don’t feel like spending my Friday nights with you,” Jun responds, curtly.

In Nino’s script, Jun had confessed to secretly watching the show, but pretending that he wasn’t, because...

“Why not?” Nino asks, more confused than anything else.

Jun sighs and steps back into his shoes. Nino grabs his arm, glaring.

“If we have a problem, you have to tell me.”

“It’s exhausting,” Jun says, as though this is an explanation.

Nino frowns in a way that indicates it is not.

“Being around you all day, and then seeing you on the weekends, and then watching you on TV, and never,” Jun sighs. “It’s a lot.”

“You watch everything,” Nino says, loosening his grip on Jun’s sleeve. “You watch Shimura Doubutsuen.”

Jun smiles weakly.

“Sorry.”

“Explain,” Nino asks, again, and even he knows it’s a whine.

Jun opens his mouth, closes it, frowns down at his bottle of wine, and then curses under his breath before leaning in.

[i-am-zan.livejournal.com]

Aiba/Arashi its a friendship thing - interpret it as you wish - birthday fic please!

Thank you so much! ^__^

I'm a middling-ish ficcer not brilliant as some luminaries but okay-ish ... if I could reciprocate what would you like? ^__^

[cupcake4mafia.livejournal.com]

Aiba’s alarm goes off, and he jumps. He doesn’t get very far, though, with Jun draped over his chest. Rattled, Jun glares up at him.

“Trying to kill me,” he grunts, confused and sleepy.

Aiba smiles and lies back, running a hand through Jun’s hair. The beeping stops.

“Thanks, Sho.”

Sho mumbles incoherently in reply, tucking his face back into Aiba’s neck. Aiba turns his head to find Nino watching him over Ohno’s shoulder.

“What are you looking at?” Nino demands, but he’s too tired to properly hide his smile.

“Ohno didn’t wake up,” Aiba observes.

“He never does,” Nino sighs.

“How does he go to work?”

“I think his mom drags him out of bed.”

“Does not,” Ohno interrupts, eyes still closed.

Aiba and Nino snicker. Jun reaches a hand up and covers Aiba’s mouth.

“Shut up,” he groans. “Too early.”

“It’s not that early,” Aiba objects, craning his neck to escape Jun’s hand. “I set the alarm for ten.”

“Ten?” Sho repeats, sitting up suddenly. “Ten o’clock?”

“Aiba, you are a lazy pig,” Jun admonishes, still not moving from his spot.

“It’s my birthday,” Aiba says, pouting. “I’m allowed.”

“Your birthday’s over,” Nino reminds him. “Welcome back to the real world.”

“Well, I still haven’t gotten presents.”

“Are you kidding me?” Jun asks, incredulous. “What do you call last night?”

“Friday,” Aiba answers, smug.

Jun pinches Aiba’s side and Aiba yelps, reaching up to Sho for help and getting only an amused smile in return.

“We moved it to Wednesday, though,” Ohno points out, yawning. “Happy Birthday.”

“What about this Friday, then?” Aiba asks, concerned.

“Everyone will lavish you with attention as always,” Jun assures him.

Aiba squeezes Jun close, smiling with satisfaction as Sho abandons his search for his pants and crawls back under the covers with them. Aiba reaches for Ohno’s hand and is happy to find Nino’s joined with it.

“So, what are you guys getting me for Christmas, then?”

[blood-opal.livejournal.com]

Hur hur hur. And a very happy holidays to you too. ♥

Sho/Nino with possessive!Nino please? m(_ _)m

[cupcake4mafia.livejournal.com]

porny jealousy fic for you! :D

---

They haven’t finished their appetizers yet, but Nino already wishes he hadn’t come. It’s not that Nino doesn’t understand Sho and his friends when they talk about the economy. It’s just that he really can’t make himself care. So, he ends up staring across the table at Nori’s equally bored girlfriend, attempting to make small talk about the food.

Then Mai arrives. Anthropology graduate student who just returned from researching the results of micro-loans in North Africa Mai. That Mai.

Nori’s girlfriend throws Nino a knowing look, and, as much as Nino hates having “knowing looks” with people’s girlfriends, he returns it.

The ride back to Nino’s apartment is, unsurprisingly, dominated by Sho praising Mai’s accomplishments.

“I mean, really fascinating, isn’t she?”

“I would say ‘captivating,’” Nino adds, turning perhaps a bit too sharply. “Mesmerizing, even.”

“I hope she does take that job with the documentary team. I can’t imagine what’s holding her back. I mean, lecturing here is nothing compared to the experiences she’ll have in the field.”

“Well, it’s her fiancé, right?”

Sho frowns thoughtfully, watching the city lights from the window. Nino turns up the stereo.

---

They haven’t taken off their jackets yet, but Nino’s hands are in Sho’s hair, pulling him close to crush their lips together. Sho responds, hands sure on Nino’s hips, pulling him close until Nino slides down Sho’s torso and tugs at his belt.

“Nino, we just, can’t we,” Sho stammers.

“No time for that,” Nino explains, pulling Sho’s pants down just far enough to free his half-hard cock.

“Nino,” Sho repeats.

It’s a weak protest, and Nino doesn’t heed it, fingers wrapped around the base of Sho’s cock while his mouth closes over the head. Nino’s eyes flick up and there’s something truly wicked about how he enjoys Sho’s exasperated reaction in the dim light. Sho staggers back against the door, sighing and running his fingers through Nino’s hair. Nino runs his hands up the backs of Sho’s exposed thighs, taking him in deep before sliding off with a soft “pop” that’s lost under Sho’s moan.

Then, Nino stands up and walks to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Sho stays slumped against the front door for a moment, shell-shocked, before pulling up his pants and running after Nino.

The door is locked.

“Nino, come on,” Sho says, knocking.

“I’m taking a shower,” Nino calls back.

“Nino, open the door.”

“I won’t be long.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sho chuckles.

He hears the water start.

“Nino, you son of a bitch, open the goddamn door or I swear to God I will-”

Sho nearly falls forward into Nino, naked and grinning with one hand still on the doorknob. Sho grabs his hips again, pushes him back towards the shower, kissing desperately as he struggles out of his jacket. Nino keeps them from falling into the spray by bracing himself on the towel rack, laughing as Sho fumbles with the buttons of his shirt. Sho looks up at Nino again and sighs.

“You are so incredibly screwed up.”

“Does it fascinate you?” Nino asks, batting Sho’s hands away to finish unbuttoning him.

“Yes. I’d call it captivating. Mesmerizing, even.”

Nino doesn’t look up at Sho’s face, preferring to concentrate on getting him fully undressed before pulling him under the water. Sho runs his hands through Nino’s wet hair and kisses his forehead.

“If you don’t want to come any more,” Sho begins.

“And leave Erika by herself? We were going to do Pictochat under the table next time.”

“You are the most interesting person I know,” Sho promises.

“Well, obviously."

"And also the most frustrating," Sho adds, dipping down to run his lips over Nino's neck.

He doesn't need to see Nino's self-satisfied smile to know it's there.

[font.livejournal.com]

XDXDXD it's my favorite person!!

i want my xiu yi/senior nan fic! make me believe it!

edit: well, if you want to be all correct about it X(

[font.livejournal.com]

You know, I also really want to see Nino / Aiba. I have trouble imagining it, personally, but whenever I brush up against it, I'm completely entranced. Current events, if you can? Here is where I am supposed to give you some kind of plot suggestion but that's the thing, I can't think of anything, so, um, idk, rejected talent show ideas (as hard as it is to believe that there were any rejected ideas)? Anything you think of is fine XD

[binmusic.livejournal.com]

:DDD This makes me really really excited for Christmas. Not that I'm not excited for it in general, but this makes me even more excited lol

Ah, hmm. Nino/Jun or Aiba/Jun And I kind of suck at prompts so um hosting a party? No need to stick to the prompt if you don't want!

minor mishaps

[cupcake4mafia.livejournal.com]

Getting back on these, now :D

---

Aiba is in the bathroom trying unsuccessfully to recreate his work hair when a loud crash sounds from the kitchen.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Jun hisses.

Aiba runs around the corner and skids to a halt when he sees the giant dark puddle on the tile floor. Jun looks a little dangerous holding a shard of the broken wine bottle, so Aiba treads lightly.

“Good thing you missed the carpet,” he offers, optimistic.

Jun doesn’t reply, staring down at his splattered designer jeans.

“It’s early,” Aiba says, slowly moving for the broom leaning against the counter. “We could get another bottle…”

“We cannot get another bottle,” Jun replies, jaw set as he prepares to explain to Aiba exactly why this particular bottle of wine cannot be recreated.

Then their eyes lock and Jun laughs.

“I’m not a wild cat,” he says.

“Huh?” Aiba responds, looking from the mess to Jun in disbelief.

“You look fucking terrified.”

“You’re scary!” Aiba insists, picking up the broom.

“We have to get up the liquid first,” Jun sighs, setting the glass in his hand on the counter and grabbing a handful of paper towels.

“I know that,” Aiba huffs, blushing as he sets the broom down. “Let me get this, you go change.”

“Fine.”

Aiba’s surprised at how compliant Jun is, which starts to give him ideas, which makes him much more efficient at cleaning. When he’s finished mopping and sweeping, he finds Jun sitting on his bed in a black dress shirt and boxers.

“I don’t know what to wear now,” Jun admits, exasperated.

“Well, they’re not supposed to start showing up for another hour, right?”

“Right.”

Aiba comes into the room and gently pushes Jun back on the bed.

“You always change right before the party starts, anyway,” he reminds Jun, quickly unbuttoning his shirt.

“You know me so well,” Jun says, sarcastic.

“I do.”

Aiba’s lips move against Jun’s neck when he replies, and he’s absolutely sincere. Jun relaxes, running his fingers through Aiba’s curls.

“How much product did you use?” he demands suddenly, recoiling.

“The stuff in the green jar didn’t make it fluffy so I tried a few others,” Aiba answers, defensive.

“I don’t have ‘a few others,’” Jun says, eyes wide. “What the hell did you put in your hair?!”

A shower and a long session with Jun’s blow-dryer leaves Aiba pouting at straight hair in the hall mirror. Sho arrives first, with a bottle of red wine. During dinner, Jun is glowing as he shares the story of how Aiba managed to completely screw over his perm in one evening. Aiba would worry that his mishaps had a better effect on Jun's mood than his powers of seduction, but Jun’s hand stays on his knee under the table all night.

[happenstanc3.livejournal.com]

Nino/Britney? I decided I am going to bug eljay people until someone writes it. *nod nod*

...

Okay, I am going to think of something proper. Eventually. I- I would really like Arashi/Britney fic, I'm just generally bad at prompting. >__>

[cupcake4mafia.livejournal.com]

OH, IT'S SO ON.

[fluttering.livejournal.com]

jun/nino; nino's been a naughty boy this year.

curious nature [1/2]

[cupcake4mafia.livejournal.com]

I...kind of can't believe I went there...but I did! Enjoy <3

---

Nino stumbles across the wooden box while sneaking through Jun’s closet, and, while it’s highly unlikely his Christmas present is hidden here, he has to open it. There are two velvet drawstring bags inside. Immediately suspicious, Nino hastily unties one of the bags and finds what he expected. They’re all simple shapes, nothing exceptionally vulgar—leave it to Jun to have classy sex toys, Nino thinks.

A hand on Nino’s shoulder makes him jump, head snapping up to find Jun frowning down at him.

“When the hell did you get home?” Nino grunts.

“Ten minutes ago. I see you’ve been entertaining yourself.”

“I didn’t, I just, I was looking for my present,” Nino stammers, surprised at his own embarrassment.

Jun kneels behind Nino, taking the smooth plastic vibe from his hand with a sigh.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but this isn’t it.”

“I didn’t think so.”

Jun isn’t speaking, still hovering near Nino’s back, arm outstretched with the toy in hand. Nino figures he’s already done enough damage that he can’t really get in more trouble, so he asks.

“Do you use these?”

“No, I just collect them.”

“It’s just, I’ve never seen them before,” Nino continues, dangerously close to stuttering again.

Jun interrupts with a chuckle that’s equal parts frustrating and exciting.

“You are totally scandalized,” he accuses, free hand snaking around Nino’s torso to throw off his balance.

Nino scrambles, but falls with his back to Jun’s chest, the vibrator still held in the corner of his eye.

“I am not,” he objects, trying to think about anything other than Jun pleasuring himself with a-

“Say ‘vibrator.’”

“Please, this is so stupid,” Nino mumbles, trying to remove himself from Jun’s grip, but finding it’s much too late as Jun’s hand slides up under his shirt.

Jun doesn’t have a snarky comeback, just soft lips on Nino’s neck, and Nino isn’t sure how to respond until Jun tugs at his belt. Then there are familiar things; Jun’s hipbones fitting neatly in Nino’s hands, Jun’s 400-thread count sheets under Nino’s bare back and Jun’s slick fingers between Nino’s legs.

Then Jun reaches for the vibrator where he left if on the nightstand. Nino’s mouth goes dry as he watches Jun smooth a condom over its length, turning the dial at the base until it makes a faint buzzing noise. Jun smiles at Nino’s wide eyes, leaning down to meet Nino’s lips while he runs the tip of the vibrator down the underside of Nino’s cock. Nino flinches, surprised at the sensation, but too nervous to enjoy it.

“Don’t think so much,” Jun says against Nino’s mouth, slowly moving the vibe down until it rests between Nino’s thighs. “It’s just a thing.”

“Right,” Nino answers, not very believable.

Jun sits up, still working the vibe in tiny circles around Nino’s entrance. He runs a hand through Nino’s hair and Nino recognizes the gesture, sitting up a little on his elbows so that he can angle his head properly. His lips close over the head of Jun’s erection and he tries to move down Jun’s length in time with Jun’s loud sigh.

“Fuck, Nino,” Jun groans.

The corners of Nino’s mouth start to twitch into a smile, but then Jun adjusts the settings on the toy and Nino finds his knees moving further apart of their own accord. Nino hears Jun moving over his head, uncapping the bottle of lube, but his eyes are lazy, focused on Jun’s abdomen as Jun pushes the tip of the vibrator inside.

[mirai-kazuko.livejournal.com]

Arashi/Ohno. ♥

Arashi wants Ohno to know that fishing isn't the most fun thing to do. XD

[cupcake4mafia.livejournal.com]

this is silly, I hope you like it :D

---

Sho asks Ohno to join them Friday night, as though he honestly does not know that the others have been begging, pleading, and threatening Ohno over the phone all week. Ohno thinks longingly of the fishing boat available for Saturday morning as Sho insists that he really will enjoy himself, but, still, he gives in and asks for a ride.

Jun’s apartment really doesn’t seem like the place for this kind of activity, but Jun mixes up colorful cocktails as though nothing were amiss. Nino pats the empty spot beside him on the couch and Ohno sits obediently, watching as Sho lovingly unpacks his supplies and sets up the board. Aiba curls up at Nino’s feet, in front of the coffee table. Jun sits opposite, giving Aiba a stern warning not to spill anything on his nice carpet.

“What is this again?” Ohno asks, helpless.

“Risk,” Nino answers.

“Risk,” Sho echoes, and it sounds a bit less like three syllables.

“And what is the point?”

“To be king of the world,” Jun says.

“Nino, can we be allies?” Aiba asks, counting out his pieces.

“Of course.”

“He’s just going to turn on you in the end. He does it every time,” Jun warns, sighing.

“He won’t do it this time! You won’t do it this time, will you?” Aiba asks, turning to give his best pleading face and almost knocking his drink off the table with his elbow.

“Can I be on Nino’s team, too?” Ohno asks, excited by the prospect of not learning this game.

“That’s not the point!” Jun groans.

“Having an alliance is a perfectly acceptable strategy,” Sho insists.

“Being the only one who can read the cards is a great strategy, too,” Jun grumbles.

This erupts into an argument over Sho’s integrity as a translator. Aiba and Nino ignore the pair, talking excitedly about their new world order.

“Ohno can be our chief of staff,” Nino says, squeezing Ohno’s knee reassuringly.

“Wait, wait,” Aiba interrupts. “Why don’t the five of us form an alliance? Then we don’t have to have a war!”

Sho chucks the game manual at Aiba’s head. Aiba ducks and it hits Nino in the gut. Nino growls and picks up a pillow, but is interrupted by Jun shrieking about his nice, clean, carpet. Aiba drags Ohno with him to hide behind the couch and, giggling, whispers in Ohno’s ear.

“Isn’t this better than fishing?”

“It’s more eventful,” Ohno answers, diplomatic.

They both cringe at the unmistakable sound of a game board being overturned.

"Are we winning?" Ohno asks.

"We haven't broken any of Jun's things yet. So, yes!"

[alexiela.livejournal.com]

jadslkjsklfjk! Yay!

Ohno/Jun. pr0n. Because I haven't read Ohno/Jun porn in a long long while XD

Sure

[cupcake4mafia.livejournal.com]

I wanted this to be really long and fluffy but it fought me! Still, I'm sure this is not the last time I'll write these two <3 Thank you for the prompt.

---

Jun memorizes everything, the smell of his soap on Ohno’s skin, the way Ohno’s nails just barely scratch his arms, Ohno’s half-whimpers as he thrusts forward, beads of sweat forming on his temples (but always, always smiling), because part of Jun still doesn’t think it’s real; part of him is still standing on the street corner in front of the bar, holding onto the dead end of a confession he promised himself to never make.

Jun begs Ohno to go faster, harder, because the pain will make it real. If it still hurts tomorrow, then he can still believe it tomorrow.

“This time, let’s go slow,” Ohno answers, lips moving against Jun’s jaw.

“This time,” Jun echoes.

“This time.”

“Okay, just this time.”

“But next time,” Ohno says, breathless, grinning.

“Next time,” Jun repeats, finally closing his eyes.

[yay-box.livejournal.com]

OOOH! You take requests! Again ! *happy* <3 <3

I'd like Arashi trying to find out how much they can promote Ohmiya before people either get really shocked or stop believing in it :D >:D (it may imply crack and total lack of subtlety 8D) (but I don't know if it's really a prompt since I'm sure that's what they're already doing XD)

see the ohmiya, feel the shine

[cupcake4mafia.livejournal.com]

crackidy crack crack, I hope you like it :D

---

Sho's almost a little hurt when he walks into the dressing room to find the other members engrossed in what seems to be some kind of brainstorming session. He checks his watch in disbelief, confirming that he really is on time.

"I'm confused," Ohno mumbles, frowning down at a sketchbook. "Why are we writing it in English?"

"It's more dynamic that way," Jun explains, as though this should be obvious.

"We never write it in English..."

"You're trying to appeal to a more mainstream market," Aiba explains, flipping through a composition notebook that looks suspiciously like it might be wide-ruled. "Oh, hi Sho!"

"Well if we're going to change everything, then what's the point?" Nino asks, ignoring Sho as he sits next to Jun and peers at his papers.

"Make today an Ohmiya day," Sho reads aloud. "WHAT?"

"See," Nino sighs. "I told them that one doesn't make any sense. Sho, don't you think it should be 'Ohmiya, the Freshmaker.'"

"What about that makes sense?" Jun demands.

"Nothing! That's the point!" Nino says, exasperated.

"We're not selling Ohmiya SK, here. You're not from Uzbekistan anymore."

"We will ALWAYS be from Uzbekistan," Nino insists, frowning.

"For relaxing times," Aiba muses aloud. "Make it Ohmiya time."

"What exactly are you doing?" Sho asks no one specifically.

"These idiots think they're launching a PR campaign," Jun says, tsking at his notes.

"What are you selling?"

Nino waggles his eyebrows.

"YOU CAN'T SELL THAT," Sho says, mortified.

"Not with these shitty slogans we can't," Nino agrees.

"Good to the last dro-" Aiba starts. "Oh, oh no, not that one," he mumbles to himself amongst snickers.

"Come on Sho," Jun says, poking Sho's elbow with his pen. "Contribute."

Sho stares at the four of them in disbelief for a moment before the words slip across his tongue:

"Ohmiya, whether you like it or not."

"I like that," Jun nods, excitedly scribbling. "It's fresh."

"It's honest," Ohno mumbles, wincing when someone steps on his foot.

Their manager, however, proves less than enthusiastic.

[ruisetsuna.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you're taking requests again, more great fics to read!! :D

I'd like some Ohmiya/Aiba if it's not too much of a bother, please ♥♥♥ Santa Aiba~

[cupcake4mafia.livejournal.com]

Actually I wrote this before Christmas orz
I kept trying to add something of the adult variety, but it just wasn't coming, so I'll give you what I have and I hope you enjoy it even though it's so very very late!

~~~

Aiba always has his birthday party a few days early, because he doesn’t want anyone to give up their Christmas dates. Unfortunately, this year, Aiba doesn’t have one of his own, so he ends up at Nino’s apartment for what Nino calls “bachelors Christmas.” An hour or two into the evening, Nino comes over to the couch with a whole bottle of champagne in his hand, and Ohno abruptly tugs him into his lap. Nino yelps, twisting awkwardly so that he doesn’t spill it all. Aiba grabs the bottle, refilling their glasses as Nino wriggles in Ohno’s grip, pretending to fight.

“Some bachelors night,” Aiba snorts, taking a sip of his drink.

“Oi, we’re not entertaining enough for you?” Nino asks, finally climbing out of Ohno’s grasp and landing on the floor with a thump.

“You’re very entertaining!” Aiba reassures. “It’s just, I mean, you might as well have your own little cake, right?”

“You didn’t get one?” Ohno asks Nino.

“Ha, ha, very funny, Nino and Ohno are gay,” Nino deadpans, rolling his eyes as he sits back on the couch, knee flush with Ohno’s.

“Seriously,” Aiba says, looking at their knees touching through the golden tint of his champagne flute. “You didn’t have to invite me. I’ll be okay on my own.”

“We can drink this much champagne,” Nino starts.

“We’ve done it before,” Ohno adds.

“But it’s nice to have help.”

“Liar. You would charge me by the glass if you could,” Aiba teases, his expression melting into a contended smile as he leans back in the old leather arm chair. “I don’t know why you can’t just say it.”

“Say what?” Nino asks.

Aiba’s eyes are closed, now, but he can imagine Nino’s face, giving away much more than he thinks to someone who’s known him for more than a third of his life.

“Fine, whatever, laugh at me when I leave,” Aiba sighs.

“Why would we laugh at you?” Ohno asks.

Ohno would be genuinely curious, but Nino’s face would be the same solemn challenge. Aiba’s come up against that face plenty of times.

Of course, he’s been slightly more sober all those times.

“I already know,” he tells them, the words sliding slowly off his lips. “I’m just waiting.”

“What are you waiting for?” Nino asks. “If you know, then you know. We don’t have to tell you.”

Aiba sits up, eyes shooting open. It’s the closest he’s ever gotten to a confession. He takes in the details, Nino’s slightly resigned frown, Ohno’s hand on Nino’s shoulder, Ohno’s eyes focused on Nino’s face.

“Just,” Aiba hesitates, afraid to make Nino take it back. “Just say it. You might as well, now, right?”

Nino stares Aiba down for what seems like minutes before his mouth quirks into a small smile.

“You’re obsessed,” Nino says.

Aiba realizes that his fingers are digging into the arm of the chair. He watches, helpless, as Nino and Ohno share a knowing look and Nino whispers something in Ohno’s ear.

“Why do you want to know so badly?” Ohno asks.

“Because, I just,” Aiba starts, confused. “I mean, obviously, nothing would change.”

“What if we want something to change?” Nino asks.

“What if you,” Aiba starts. “What would you want to, what, huh?”

“Honestly,” Nino sighs, shaking his head.

Ohno follows suit and Aiba’s eyes dart between them.

“We call you here, on Christmas Eve, and get you good and liquored up, and you don’t have the decency to even take the hint,” Nino laments, calmly taking a sip of his champagne.

“YOU WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH ME?” Aiba squeals, scrambling back in his seat.

“Basically.”

“But I, you guys, and both of you, but I never,” Aiba stammers, looking around the room for the closest escape (balcony, but he's not sure about the jump).

“But you’ve thought about it,” Ohno interrupts, helpfully.

“No!”

“But you’re thinking about it right now,” Nino says.

“Well,” Aiba whimpers.

[arashic0804.livejournal.com]

can i have sakuraiba? coz how sakuraiba frenship starts always been a mystery for me...i would like from sho POV...XD

[a-brokenangel.livejournal.com]

again? how awesome <3
I would love Jun/Nino please. Jun decides to give Nino's DS a make (http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/5999/asthnaep102008061202356qc6.jpg) over (http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/8285/asthnaep102008061202359oq4.jpg) ;)
please and thank you ^^

ps: I hope you don't mind me adding you. I really enjoy reading your fics, and I think your characterization is really, so I don't want to miss out on any new releases ;)

[satsumatsu.livejournal.com]

... can i request too?

like hmmm, jun and aiba. and jun treating aibas 'wounds' (did you watch the tsd with aiba in africa and looots of big cats clinging on him?)?

or jun and ohno and... food. XD (or different ways of eating)


onegai shimasu?

[lapsusxlinguae.livejournal.com]

whoa seriously. this is like finding 50 bucks in the street. XD

erm. sho/arashi + economics. with the rest of arashi making his life meaningful as only they know how.

[literarylemming.livejournal.com]

You are fabulous!

May I make a request? I would love domestic Sho/Nino, in whatever form that may take. The rest of Arashi is welcome to appear, too! :-D

[youkosiren.livejournal.com]

I'll have to second this, although honestly - pretty much any of them acting like squishy housewives like they do as childminders would be amazing. I never knew Nino had it in him to be so, so... mama-like *__*

[primroseshows.livejournal.com]

MORE REQUESTS? YOU ANGEL
YESSS
You don't know me but I am going to hop on your bandwagon now, thanks!!

Can I request Aiba/Nino; the moment when one of them (or both!) knows they are going to be friends forever, despite how painful this may or may not seem
XD

Thank you in advance :D

[aeslis]

Fic prompts! If they spark something, I'll be happy. I do love your writing so very much.

1. The way Sho discovered Nino really was gay and not just playing around.
2. Sho and Aiba visit Disneyland.

[ahkwen.livejournal.com]

i've been in the background for some time. but i do love your writing! ^-^

Arashi/Daigo because i thought he got along really well with them in Shukudai-kun. and maybe something about winter/christmas? =D

[cupcake4mafia.livejournal.com]

HOW DID YOU READ MY MIND? They were SUCH fanboys when he was on the show. I'm excited to do this one.

[delfeus.livejournal.com]

Hi! Is it ok for me to request something although you don't know me?

I'd like to see Arashi with kittens. It could be for a photoshoot or for whatever purpose (Aiba showing up with a box of kittens for no good reason?) as long as there's Arashi and at least three kittens. Any pairing or general Arashi love goes; I'm not picky.

[youkosiren.livejournal.com]

Sho/Ohno, probably involving food somehow (but not a requirement at all!).

I was confused about the seeming popularity of this pairing in Japan, but then I saw a compilation of Shukudai clips on YT and, AGH, their love is so marshmallowy ♥

[mitsuchan.livejournal.com]

seconding this request, if such a thing is allowed--the yama pair snuck up on me out of nowhere and now I'm hooked! Their love is, uh, ... cho umai! :|