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Cheer-up drabble request post!

If you're feeling crappy and want a drabble, feel free to ask here. When I say 'drabble' I mean 'drabble' - it may only be just over 100 words, but then again it may be longer depending on how inspired and/or awake I am. Since you'll be feeling like poop when you request, I will do my utmost to get it written ASAP.

I can write Arashi, NewS, KAT-TUN, FullMetal Alchemist, alice nine., Aki and Mao from SID, Hyde, Gackt, Miyavi, the GazettE, ScReW, Ryuutarou and Akira from Plastic Tree, Harry Potter (incl. Marauders-era and next-gen), Gundam Wing and Merlin. I can attempt other stuff like Kanjani8 but be prepared for OOC-ness because I don't know them that well. If can be gen or not-gen, porn or not-porn; as many people as you want (within reason), crossovers are okay, as are AUs (and some crossovers are AU by default, lol).

There is no limit to the number of requests you can make although I would appreciate it if you made each request as a new comment. I would also love it if you could leave me a prompt but if you comment with "Give me fluffy [insert pairing here], I need fluff ;_;" I can probably cope ;)

Just to clarify, there is no time limit on this. You can request as many times as you want, whenever you want. As long as this post is around, you can request :3

Date: 2009-07-23 05:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silentchord.livejournal.com
Sho/Ohno - Sho rubbing cream into Ohno's fried skin to relieve some irritation. Because worried mama!Sho is cute and will make me happy :3

Date: 2009-07-23 05:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pipsqueaks.livejournal.com
"Really, you should remember to re-apply more than once every three hours," Sho says, mouth set in a thin, concerned line. "And use a higher Sun Protection Factor next time. Preferrably 30 or above, not that stupid SPF 15 stuff I've seen you buy."

"It's fine," Ohno says, wincing a little as he struggles to pull his T-shirt off, the motion pulling at his burned skin. "I'm used to it."

"That's no good," Sho tuts, squeezing copious amounts of cool aloe vera gel onto his hands and sliding behind Ohno on the sofa. Ohno lets out a sigh of relieved contentment as Sho begins gently rubbing his neck and shoulders, letting the greenish gel soak in.

Sho can feel Ohno's muscles turning to putty under his hands even though he's not pressing particularly hard. Before too long, Ohno gets up and then moves to lay across the sofa, half-lying on Sho's lap. Sho's hands are still covered with the aloe vera gel, so he continues to tend to the over-heated skin until Ohno's skin is shining from the applied moisture and the overly-tanned Arashi leader is fast asleep.

"He might be persuaded to wear sunblock if you applied it for him, too," Jun comments, glancing up from his magazine.

Sho looks thoughtful. Now, there's an idea...

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Date: 2009-07-23 05:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beltenebra.livejournal.com
Yes! I am feeling inordinately bitchy today and would like to feel less so. I need some cute squishiness in my life!


Koki and Kame - all the small things

Date: 2009-07-23 06:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pipsqueaks.livejournal.com
Everyone knows that Koki is a massive giant woobieface. Especially where Kame is concerned. He loves Kame ridiculous amounts, to the point where Nakamaru has stopped answering Koki's late-night phonecalls and instead sends him an email saying Just TELL HIM, idiot. I promise he won't hate you for it.

Koki doesn't, though, just in case.

Jin, who is usually relatively clueless, starts leaving the room when it's just the three of them, with excuses like "I need a smoke" or "I gotta meet Pi" which are semi-plausible but also totally unsubtle.

Koki gets embarrassed and silently wonders how he can confess without coming across as being too, well, gay.

Koki can tell that Junno is trying to set them up (he's certainly trying, he thinks wryly). He keeps dropping helpful hints about movies he thinks Kame would like to see, restaurants he would like to visit, until Koki bops him on the head and he finally shuts up. For five minutes.

It's Ueda, surprisingly, who cracks it. It shocks everyone (including Ueda, who later confessed). He openly hits on Koki, snuggling up next to him and complimenting him on his lyrical style, staring lovingly (creepily) at him across the dressing room and saying, "See you later, Koki~" when he leaves the jimusho for the day.

"What's going on between you and Ueda?" Kame says suddenly, and Koki hadn't even realised it is just the two of them left behind.

"N-nothing?" Koki says. He is more than a little freaked out himself, and will not shy away from physical violence if Ueda ends up ruining everything.

"Don't lie to me," Kame says, and when Koki looks up he finds Kame much closer than before, his eyes burning with an unexpected intensity. "He wouldn't be all over you without a reason."

"I like you," Koki blurts out before he has a chance to activate any kind of brain-to-mouth filter, and suddenly the silence is heavier than lead.

"Don't lie to me," Kame says again, this time in a much softer, quieter voice. "Not you."

Koki can't help it. He reaches out, closing the distance between them as he grips Kame's hand in his own. Kame looks down, eyes fixed on where Koki's fingers wrap around his.

"I wouldn't lie to you, Kame. Kazuya." Koki's voice cracks, but he carries on regardless. "Even if the truth was painful, I would never lie to you."

Kame's hand twists underneath Koki's, and suddenly their fingers are laced together. It's such a small gesture; tiny, really, but it says all that Koki needs to know.

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Why yes, I Am a CLAMP fan!

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Date: 2009-07-23 05:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beltenebra.livejournal.com
Pin - ice cream fail ^_^

Date: 2009-07-23 06:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pipsqueaks.livejournal.com
"Did you know ice cream has seaweed in?" Jin asked one evening as they sat down watching a movie together.

Yamapi looked down at his Ben and Jerry's Phish Food and pulled a face. "I thought the chocolate bits were meant to be fish."

"No, no, the ice cream itself. It has seaweed in. Or seaweed extract, or something. Even the regular stuff. Mom said so."

"Oh." If Jin's mom said so, it must be true. Yamapi liked Jin's mom.


"...Does that mean that ice cream is healthy, then?"

Jin looked down at his own bowl, and pulled a face. "I guess so." He looked sad. "That kinda makes it less fun to eat, ne."


Yamapi sighed and put down his bowl. "What about popcorn? That's not secretly healthy too, is it?"

"I dunno. We could always ask Mom?"

"It's 1am. Mamakanishi will be asleep, won't she?"

"True." Jin dug his cell phone out of his pocket and scrolled through the contacts. "What about Shige? He'll know, won't he."

Yamapi silently wondered exactly when Jin had got Shige's number, and how his band mate would react to being contacted at 1am to be asked about the nutritional content of popcorn, but he figured it would be worth a try. "Yeah, go on."

Jin was already dialling. "Ahh, hi, Kato-kun," he said casually. "Oh, did I wake you up? Ehh? It's only just gone midnight! Meh, exam, whatever. You'll pass it just fine. Look, can you tell us whether popcorn is healthy or not?" He blinked, then looked at the screen of his phone. After a moment in which Jin appeared to think, he turned back to Yamapi and beamed.

"What did he say?"

"He said 'no'!" Jin gave a thumbs-up, and grabbed a handful of popcorn, settling back to watch the movie. "Well, actually he said 'no, fuck off', but that's close enough, right."

"Awesome," Yamapi reached out to grab some for himself, and leaned back. "Shame about the ice cream, though."

"Yeah. Sucks."

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Date: 2009-07-23 05:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] crystallekil.livejournal.com
Jin tries to get people to go see harry potter in cosplay. Victims of your choosing.

I'm actually not having a crappy day, but it's only 11am. XD

Date: 2009-07-23 06:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pipsqueaks.livejournal.com
Awesome hair? Check.

Hot-ass outfit? Check.

Tickets? Check.

People to go with? ...In-progress.

"That's hot. Going for the schoolgirl look now, Jinnifer?" Yamapi stands in the doorway, arms folded over his chest, eyeing Jin appreciatively.

"It's not Jinnifer tonight," Jin corrects him. "It's Hermiojin."

Hermio... Yamapi's lips move silently as he internalises this information. "Harry Potter cosplay?"

Jin - Hermiojin - nods, the long curls tumbling down over her shoulders and over her chest. "I have tickets to see the new movie. You're coming with me."

"Out in public? With you dressed like that?"

"What's wrong with me being dressed like this?" Hermiojin pouts, picking up the long red-and-gold scarf which lay across the chair and flinging it around her neck. "I won't be the only one in cosplay." She eyed Yamapi through her mascara-coated eyelashes, pointing over to where a grey uniform rested on the bed, complete with red-and-gold trim. "If I'm Hermiojin, tonight you are YamaPotter."

"You what." Yamapi took a step backwards, but bumped into someone behind him. He glanced back, and then up. "Hey! Yuu-kun!" He completely failed to register what his mabudachi was wearing, until Shirota spoke.

"It's Ron tonight, YamaPotter," he grinned, stepping past and going over to Hermiojin, kissing her on the cheek. She turned and pressed her glossy lips to his own skin, and when Yamapi made a strangled yelping noise they turned to look askance at him.

"What?" Shironta asked, all innocence. "Didn't you know? Ron and Hermione end up married."

Yamapi wailed. "You bastards! I hadn't finished reading the books!"

"We could be lying," Hermiojin grinned, sliding her arm around Shironta's waist. "You'll have to come with us now, just so you can find out."

Yamapi sighed. Sometimes his life was so hard.

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Date: 2009-07-23 07:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pipsqueaks.livejournal.com
Omake (because I felt inspired although this is a bit of a cop-out so if I feel so inclined I may come back and add another bit on at a later date):

"Why can't I be Ron?" YamaPotter asked as Hermiojin drew a scar onto his forehead with lip liner.

"Didn't you know?" Shironta leaned back in his chair. "Ron is supposed to be tall."

"I'm taller than Ryo. Hey, why isn't Ryo Harry? Then I could be Ron, and you could be, I dunno, that giant or something."

"Ryo is coming as Snape," Hermiojin murmured, evidently not speaking at her normal volume in case it made her hand wobble.

YamaPotter thought about this. "But Snape is meant to be all big and intimidating, isn't he?" Shironta snorted.

"Yes," Hermiojin acknowledged. "But he's got the aura for it."

"Plus I heard that Uchi is dressing up as Draco."

Hermiojin paused, glancing over at Shironta. "That's kinda sick."

Shironta shrugged. "Don't ask me. I'm just a Weasley."

"Hermiojin," YamaPotter said thoughtfully. "Did you buy these outfits, or are they hired?"

"I bought them. Why?"

"Oh. No reason." YamaPotter tore his gaze away from the hem of Hermiojin's skirt and caught Shironta's eye. His mabudachi grinned, and Yamapi knew that Shirota was thinking exactly the same thing he was.

Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad night, after all.

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Date: 2009-07-23 06:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] imifumei.livejournal.com
Can I request even if I feel fantastic? Pretty please with sugar and a cherry?

Ooh! That sounds like a prompt. Now for a pairing. . .how about a trio?

Aiba, Massu, and Junno: "with sugar and a cherry" (Can it be cute please? Porn is really not necessary with these guys. I'd read about them doing anything.)

Date: 2009-07-23 08:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pipsqueaks.livejournal.com
"Wanna try what I made this morning?"

"No. Thanks." Jun looked up at Aiba, who was holding what looked to be a sponge cake covered with a dusting of icing sugar. "Diet."

Sho made a tsk of disapproval at Jun, but when Aiba looked hopefully at him he just shook his head. "Sorry, ne, Aiba-kun. I ate out with Nino-kun earlier, I'm stuffed."

"How about the Captain?" Aiba looked over at Ohno, who was fast asleep on Nino's lap. "I'm sure he'd like it, ne."

"The Captain didn't get very much sleep last night," Nino informed them, speaking quietly. "He is very tired."

"Oh. Okay." Aiba looked somewhat crestfallen, before an idea flitted into his brain. "I know! I wonder if Yamashita-kun's group likes cake. They might appreciate a surprise gift, mightn't they."

"That's a thoughtful idea, Aiba-kun," Sho nodded encouragingly.

"Say hi to Ryo-chan for me if you see him," Jun added, and Aiba chirped a 'hai!' before disappearing out of the door.


The floor on which NewS's dressing room was situated was mostly dark, and Aiba suddenly realised that not everyone had a schedule as busy as Arashi's. The sound of an acoustic guitar playing reached Aiba's ears, though, and he followed the music to a small practice room whose door was slightly ajar. Aiba nudged the door open with his elbow, hands still full of cake, and saw Masuda Takahisa strumming the guitar, and Taguchi Junnosuke sitting next to him, scribbling away in pencil on lined music paper.

"Oh, hey, it's Aiba-san!" Junno beamed as he looked up and saw one of his sempai standing in the doorway. "Arashi are working today too, huh."

"Ah, yes," Aiba said. "Sorry for intruding, ne. I just wondered... Um." Both of the younger men were looking at him now, and Aiba decided he had better speak up. "I wondered if you wanted any cake."

"Cake?" Massu and Junno exchanged glances, and grinned. "Absolutely! What sort is it?"

"Um, well." Aiba stepped further into the room and put the plate down on the table. "It's your regular sponge, except there are chopped nuts, and lemon zest, and sultanas, and carrot - carrot cake is really tasty, ne - and I think there's a cherry in there, too."

"Just the one?"

"Yeah. I only had one, and I thought it would be a shame for it to go waste..."

Massu carefully put the guitar down and approached the table. "It looks wonderful, Sempai," he said with an air of reverence.

"I've never had cake from a sempai before," Junno said with a touch of wistfulness, and Aiba internally vowed that one of these days he could bake a cake just for Junno.

"I'm afraid I forgot to bring any plates," Aiba confessed. "But I did bring a knife to cut it with!"

Once the cake was cut into pieces and shared out, Aiba hesitated, waiting to see whether his fairly-tame-in-comparison concoction would go down well.

He needn't have worried. "Umai~!" Massu exclaimed, eyes wide as he swallowed his first mouthful.

"Aiba-sempai, this is really, really good!" Junno closed his eyes, humming in appreciation.

"Please give me cooking lessons so that I can make things like this for NewS," Massu said, expression earnest.

"Of course, I would love to!" Aiba felt a warm rush of happiness and pride flutter through his veins, and he finally bit into his slice of cake.

"Ahh," he said. "I found the cherry."

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Date: 2009-07-23 06:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beltenebra.livejournal.com
KoyaShige - put something together. "These directions are distressingly simplified."

Date: 2009-07-23 10:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pipsqueaks.livejournal.com
"Why did you buy this, Koyama?"

"It's flat-pack! It should be easy to assemble, right? And it's European! Europeans are always complaining that assembly instructions are written in Japanese."

"This is written in Swedish, Koyama."

"Maybe we should call Masuda..."

"I do not in all honesty believe that Massu will be able to translate assembly instructions for a wardrobe written in Swedish purely on the basis that he's been to Sweden with Tegoshi."

"They've got it in English, look. And Chinese. Surely there must be someone we know who can help."

"No, Koyama, I am not inviting Akanishi over just to translate instructions from English."


"Look, just, I dunno. Let's try putting it together without any instructions and see if we can work it out through trial and error."


::Two Hours Later::

"Akanishi-kun? It's Shige. Kato Shigeaki? That's right. Look, how good are you at translating... Stop laughing, you jerk."

"Ne, Shige, I think I've got it~"

"What? Hang on, Jin..."

"Yeah, look, like this..."



"...I just turned the instructions over. It's written in Japanese on the back."


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Date: 2009-07-24 02:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] myxstorie.livejournal.com
Pin, she wrote to you XD
From: [identity profile] pipsqueaks.livejournal.com
Jin stared at the letter, puzzled. Yamashita Tomohisa, the kanji read, script elegant yet confident. He flipped it over, and his breath caught in his throat as he saw the name on the back of the envelope: Kitagawa K.

Part of Jin was horrified that such a thing had arrived on their door mat.

The other part was glad that he had caught this... this thing, before Yamapi did.

"Yo, Jin, 'sup?" Yamapi wandered through from the kitchen with a tea-towel round his head. Jin slid the letter into his pocket with all the casual ease he could muster and grinned.

"Hey. Wanna go out shopping later?"

Yamapi looked interested. "Yeah, sure! What do you wanna get?"

Jin shrugged. "Maybe some accessories, or something. We could get matching jewellery, like a couple!" He grinned.

That grin faded when Yamapi pulled a face. "Keiko wanted to get matching accessories the other day. She'll hit me if I match with you and not her."

"Oh." Jin sat down on the sofa and stared at the wrinkles in the cushions. "Are you two together now, then?"

"What?" Yamapi looked startled. "No! You know I'd tell you first if that was going to happen."

That didn't exactly reassure Jin. "Is it likely to happen?"

"Probably not, no. Why all the questions, Jin?"

"No reason."

"Don't bullshit me, Akanishi."

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."


Jin sighed. "Fine. Fine. She wrote to you."

Yamapi paused, sitting down in the chair opposite, hands pressed together and fingers interlaced. "She did what? Where's the letter?"

"I've got it."

"...So, can I have it?"

"No." Jin folded his arms mulishly.


"I don't want her to steal you from me again."

"Nobody is stealing me, stupid."


"Hand it over. Or I feed your dinner to Pin."

Jin sighed, and reluctantly fished the now-crumpled envelope out of his pocket and passed it across. "I'm going to shower," he said, standing up and leaving the room before Yamapi could respond.

Date: 2009-07-24 06:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tatoeba.livejournal.com
ANY - debuting together (can be like a kind of au thing - before news or kat-tun was formed - or like debuting as a subunit and keeping news and kat-tun as is. up to you :D)

or jinda - idk something about jin grabbing ueda's ass during their concerts yesterday. XD

Poor Ryo, his life is so hard.

Date: 2009-07-24 01:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pipsqueaks.livejournal.com
"You're putting me in another unit?" Ryo looked pale and gripped the arm of the chair, his expression an absolute picture of distress. "Don't tell me, this one's based in Hokkaido?"

"No, this one's in Tokyo, just like NewS," Johnny said evenly. "You'll be meeting with the two other members of your unit shortly. Go down to the fourth floor, to Conference Room 2. You'll be debriefed there."

Ryo got up and left the room, wondering how he could fake a fatal illness within the time it took him to get down to the fourth floor.

"Hey, look, it's Ryo-chan!" Jin grinned at Ryo, sitting on one of the chairs outside the conference room. "Pi, look, he's here."

"What are you two doing here?" Ryo glanced around for any sign of a manager.

"Waiting for you, naturally," Jin said, getting to his feet. "Come on, Yamashita. Let's introduce Ryo-chan to his new band mates."

They entered the conference room together, and a chubby man with an old-fashioned hairstyle looked up from his notes. "Ahh, Nishikido-san, you're here."

"This is true," Ryo said acerbically. He needed coffee. Lots of it. "Where are the other buggers in this unit, then?"

"Here!" came a familiar voice behind him. Ryo turned around and saw Yamapi and Jin standing there, sunglasses perched on top of their heads and with identical cheesy grins and peace signs. "And you'll never guess what our group name's gonna be!"

Ryo put his head in his hands. "Let me guess. NYA!"

The silence he was met with made him look up. Yamapi was looking thoughtful.

"You know," he said, "that's actually a pretty good one..."

"Hey, Ryo-chan, where are you going?!"

Ryo didn't look back as he headed out of the door. "Coffee," he groaned. "Need coffee."

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Date: 2009-07-24 09:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ai-no-himitsu.livejournal.com
I want to request a drabble even if I'm feeling really good right now XDD

Um.. who should I choose?
How about Ryo/Kame? I don't have a prompt so go crazy~ :D

sorry this is lame

Date: 2009-07-24 06:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pipsqueaks.livejournal.com
Kame thinks that there won't be anyone else around at this time of night. By all rights, there shouldn't be; this is the coffee shop closest to the jimusho and at 3am every member of Johnny's should be away from this part of Shibuya (except maybe certain members of Arashi who never seemed to stop working anyway).

So when Kame catches sight of Ryo slumped over a table with a polystyrene cup of coffee cooling in front of him, he is a little intrigued.

"I thought you were in Osaka this week," Kame says, taking a seat next to him and blowing across the surface of his caramel latte.

Ryo opens a bleary eye and regards him for a moment before grunting and putting his head back down on his arms. "Jus' got back," he slurs, before reaching out for the coffee.

Kame raises an eyebrow. "What, only just now? Don't tell me you have work in a few hours, too."

"Not a few. Just two." Ryo squints at the clock on the wall; it says 3:05am before taking a sip of the dark liquid from which steam is rising gently.

Kame sighs, taking a sip of his own drink.

Ryo looks at him. "What? Why are you here?"

"Keeping you company, of course."

"Oh." Ryo looks away, scowling. Kame smiles into his latte; he has known Ryo for long enough to know the differences between certain types of scowls. "...You don't have to."

"I know."

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Date: 2009-07-24 10:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] uchihakitsune.livejournal.com
My Dad just told me that I might receive my Passport/Visa this week, which means I have to leave all my friends behind. Then I'm going to America, and I'm going to be left alone D: .. I don't want to go :c

Yamapi/Jin - Yamapi experiences Palmar Hyperhidrosis (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palmar_hyperhidrosis). more info about why Yamapi experiences that (http://uchihakitsune.livejournal.com/21432.html)

Date: 2009-07-25 01:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pipsqueaks.livejournal.com
"I'm hungry," Yamapi whined, dropping his bag and kicking off his shoes as he stepped in through the door. "Jiiiiiiin. Cook me something."

"Aw, fuck," Jin said, looking up from his laptop. "It's only 4am in LA, I didn't realise it was so late here."

"...So you haven't got anything out for dinner." Yamapi slumped.

"Sorry," Jin looked sheepish. "We can always get take-out?"

"Again?" Yamapi pulled a face. "We'll get fat if we always eat take-out. And then nobody will love us."

"I'll still love you," Jin said vaguely as he clattered away on the keyboard. "Even if you're all wobbly."

"Thanks," Yamapi responded just as absently, rummaging through the fridge. "Ugh, we've only got beer. Why is there shampoo in the fridge?"

"Ehh?" Jin looked up. "I have no idea."

"Oh, no, it's mayonnaise." Yamapi put the container back down again. "Well, unless we want beer, mayonnaise and an onion, I guess we'll have to get take-out again."

"Or we could actually go out. Like, to a restaurant. We could pretend to be sophisticated."

"I am already sophisticated," Yamapi said smugly, and ducked when Jin threw a cushion at him. "Asshole."

"Whatever, come on, lemme grab my wallet and then we can go munch."


They called Ryo and Shirota to see if either of them wanted to tag along too. Ryo was on the verge of heading back to Osaka, but Pi's 'mabudachi' agreed to meet up with them at the restaurant.

Traffic wasn't too bad, so they got there fairly quickly and went inside, where they both sat with their backs against the wall so that they could keep an eye on the entrance (or at least, Yamapi could. Jin didn't want to remove his sunglasses because they were new and incidentally seriously awesome, and he therefore couldn't see very well.)

A disinterested waitress (Yamapi secretly thought she was a w-inds fan) brought them glasses of water and Yamapi sipped his, before setting the glass down and placing his hands palms-down on his legs. The gesture was hidden by the tablecloth, but Yamapi still felt conscious of his damp palms.

One of Jin's hands reached across the gap between them underneath the table and gripped Yamapi's nearest hand, squeezing slightly.

Yamapi pulled his hands away - not offensively; he just wasn't confortable with it. Jin's hand remained on his thigh, out of sight of the rest of the people in the restaurant.

Yamapi's phone buzzed on the tabletop, and he glanced down at it, then pulled a face. "Yuu can't come. The bastard. He says he's just been asked out on a date by this really hot chick and he hasn't gotten laid in at least three days, therefore 'needs must'."

"Bastard," Jin agreed. "Bros before hos, man. Bros before hos."

"Are you ready to order, sirs?" The Disinterested Waitress stood nearby, close but not too close.

"Meh, yeah, sure," Yamapi said, and he reeled off a list of food that the woman hastily scribbled down.

"And for you, sir?" she said, looking at Jin.

"Oh, he already ordered for me," Jin said, squeezing Yamapi's leg slightly and suppressing a grin as he felt his best friend's muscles tense. "Just double what's already there for my order."

"Very good, sir."

"Jin," Yamapi hissed when she had left, "don't do things like that!"

"Things like what?" Jin said, perching his sunglasses on top of his head and blinking innocently. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

Yamapi rolled his eyes and reached down to wipe his palms on his jeans again. He knocked Jin's hand as he did so, and Jin grabbed Yamapi's fingers, interlacing them with his own.

"Jin," Yamapi hissed again. "Why are you doing this? You know I don't like it."

"That's bullshit," Jin asserted, speaking clearly but with less volume than normal. "I know you do like it. You're just paranoid."

"I am not paranoid," Yamapi glowered, sliding his hand away from Jin's grip. "I'll get your hands all wet, just before we're about to eat."

Jin rolled his eyes. "I am not such a heathen that I eat with my hands all the time, Pi. Stop being a fuckwit."

"Oh, piss off." Yamapi tucked his hand back under the table and slipped his hand into Jin's.

He tightened his grip, squeezing lightly. Jin squeezed back.
Edited Date: 2009-07-25 01:56 pm (UTC)

Date: 2009-07-24 10:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] uchihakitsune.livejournal.com
I'm reading everything Pin related here one day ♥

Yamapi/Jin - They are childhood friends, Jin loses all his memories because of some evil curse, without his memories, he will die! And then Yamapi goes to the Dimension Wizard, Ueda, to find a way to save Jin. Ueda goes like "There will be a price. When you are able to gather all his memories, he will not be able to remember you." Now they have to go thru dimensions in search for Jin's memories. erm... Kind of like Tsubasa RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE!Pin 8DDD with Yamapi as Syaoran and Jin as Sakura. 8D *crazy; prepares to get rejected*

Date: 2009-07-24 05:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pipsqueaks.livejournal.com
I'll have to take a rain check on this one because the only Tsubasa I know is in a unit with Takizawa and this has the potential to be waaaaaay longer than a drabble XD; I'll work on the other one soon, though! ♥

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Date: 2009-07-24 06:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pincakes.livejournal.com
Because I am actually in a pissy mood, could I have some Pin+Kame in like an office/Johnny's training area...place...xD All sweaty (or not?) and where anyone could walk in? I can't decide if I want Kame to join in or Pi to join in. YOU PICK. IZ NOT GOOD WITH PROMPTS. *hides*

Date: 2009-07-25 07:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pipsqueaks.livejournal.com
kgjshdlkfshbgs bb I have been staring at this ever since you posted it (minus breaks to sleep) and I am STRUGGLING. I have written exactly 100 words of akame in my LIFE and the closest I've got is writing pin and pikame in the same drabble post. I AM FINDING THIS SO HARD. I promise, promise I will give you fic, because ilu a lot, but omg, it may not be for a few days because MY BRAIN D8

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Date: 2009-07-25 07:32 am (UTC)
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Date: 2009-07-25 09:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pipsqueaks.livejournal.com
"We've got to leave town, now." Ryo grabbed the kitchen table and dragged it in front of the door. "Grab your things and get ready. You've got ten minutes, if that."

"What?" Uchi's eyes were wide. "Why? What for? We haven't got any concerts coming up in Tokyo, have we?"

Ryo looked panicked. "I fucking hope not. Pi says it's even worse in Tokyo than it is here. Jin's already in quarantine. No. We're going north."

"...Kobe? We can catch a train fr-"

"No, I mean, NORTH. Like, Hokkaido north. Like Wakkanai Hokkaido north."

Uchi looked panicked. "But I packed all my winter-weight things up in the attic!"

"It doesn't matter," Ryo said. "Come on, just grab a change of clothes and some food and let's go."

"What's that noise?"

"What noise?"


A wailing sound reached their ears, a sound filled with pain and longong.


"Shit," Ryo said. "Shit."


"Okay, fuck packing, we're going now." He grabbed Uchi's wrist and dragged him towards the back door.

"Ryo! Tell me what is going on!" Uchi whined, tugging against Ryo's strong grip. They stopped as Ryo wrenched the back door opened, and froze.

Before them, just past the garden fence, a long line of... not-really-people... stood, swaying slightly, and drooling.


Ryo slammed the door shut again, and Uchi shuddered. "My god. That's terrifying."

"Zombies." Ryo's face was set in a thin line. "Something went horribly wrong at a SMAP concert, and the infection has spread. Nakai is still in quarantine, and I already told you about Jin. They haven't yet found a cure for the general public."

Uchi gulped. "Will we be all right?"

Ryo shrugged. "Well, we're famous, which means that we naturally have a higher chance of survival than poor fucks like them," he jerked his head towards the door. "But I wouldn't want to take my chances."

Uchi bit his lip. "What can we use against them? Where are you parked?"

"Just across the street. We'll have to get through them if we want to get out of here."



Uchi glanced around, his eyes landing on a spraycan sitting on the dresser. His eyes lit up. "Ryo-chan..." He rose to his feet, picking up the spray can and shaking it to see how full it was. Half-full, but then, he had plenty more upstairs. "I have an idea."


How the hell did you get out of there alive? Ohkura's voice sounded strained; they'd just got the news that the rest of KAT-TUN had been infected, and having Junno in quarantine had hit Tacchon pretty hard.

"Sharp thinking and incredible aim." Ryo wrinkled his nose at the smell of kimchi drifting in through the window. At least the infection hadn't reached Korea. Yet.

No, really, tell me. We need to get out of here and I don't know when the next boat is coming.

Uchi grabbed the phone. "Hair products."


"Seriously. They may be zombie fangirls, but they're still girls. Throw hair products at them. Hair spray, styling wax, leave-in conditioner, anything. They'll descend into a terrifying, frenzied mass of monsters, but they'll be focussed on who can get to the bottle first, rather than you."

A deathly silence met this, and Uchi glanced nervously at Ryo. "Tacchon?"

Uchi Hiroki, if we ever get out of this mess alive, I am nominating you for Prime Minister.

Uchi grinned. "Any time."

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Date: 2009-08-30 07:42 pm (UTC)
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Will you, pretty please with sugar and a cherry, write me Ueda doing something he really enjoys; maybe with Kame or Maru, and having fun? Ueda smiles make me smile too.

Date: 2009-09-07 11:33 pm (UTC)
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I WANT NYC. adljflsfdhg

Date: 2009-09-07 11:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pipsqueaks.livejournal.com
I HATE YOU. n;fsghodfipgyjdlty after sleeping. You're not getting more than 100 words. Maybe. ♥


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Koyama is a scientist of some kind. Shiggers is a mathematician maybe?

Oh~ college professor AU!!! you could get all kinds of people in there!


Date: 2010-03-05 02:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] okuribi-dreams.livejournal.com
Aw, have I ever tell you that you're so nice?
At first I didn't want to request something, when I noticed this post, but now... oh well, I'm feeling really crappy. XD

Can I request PIN? They're the cutest thing I can think of.
Something like hurt/comfort, one of them fought with a dear friend (maybe Yamapi fought with Toma?) and the other one tries to cheer him up with sweet words and so on.


Date: 2010-03-05 02:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pipsqueaks.livejournal.com
It wasn't that they lived in each others' pockets all the time.

It wasn't that they didn't have busy lives, hectic schedules, lots of work commitments to keep them apart.

It wasn't like they didn't have other friends to talk to, aside from each other.

But when Yamapi didn't call, didn't mail, didn't come by Jin's apartment in over a week, the worry began to set in. He knew, rationally, that Yamapi was fine - there he was, look, on the television, in the magazines. There were no scandalous gossip articles, no headlines foretelling death and doom (no more than usual, anyway)… but no Pi in his inbox, no incoming calls, no Tomohisa on his couch. Something was wrong.

Ignoring the one time Jin had sworn blind he was telepathic, he could not reach out with his mind across the distance between wherever-Pi-was and here, couldn't ask are you okay? or what's wrong?

What he could do, though, was close enough.

Sender: umeboshisuki@docomo.ne.jp
Recipient: sugee-curry@softbank.ne.jp



There was no reply, and so when Jin came home from work early the next day, he was fully prepared to telephone both Rina and his own mother (thus unleashing Hell). It was not needed, though. In his genkan, next to the shoe rack, was a battered sports bag that Jin recognised. He was pretty sure it still contained clothes worn on the set of a certain currently-airing drama.

Yamapi was already asleep on the couch. His head lolled at an awkward angle that made Jin certain that he'd have a stiff neck on waking, and his lips were slightly parted as his breath gently stirred between them. Jin shook his head slightly, went to grab some coffee from the percolator in the kitchen, and sat down next to his best friend.

As expected, Yamapi's head gravitated towards Jin's shoulder and stayed there, while Jin idly sipped his coffee and flicked through the television channels with the volume turned low. Before too long the rich smell of the coffee filtered through to Yamapi's brain and he stirred slightly, giving a short huff of silent laughter once he registered his situation.

"Coffee?" Jin said, holding out his mug. He'd already drunk some, but Yamapi silently reached out and took the porcelain from him, cupping the mug between his hands and hunching over it and inhaling as though trying to drink it through his nose.

Jin didn't ask what it was that had been going on, what had happened, how Yamapi felt. He figured that if it was important enough, Yamapi would bring it up by himself - that if he wanted to talk, he would.

"I brought cake," Yamapi said, his voice roughened from sleep. "It's in the kitchen."

"I haven't got any food," Jin confessed. "Cake may be the only thing we eat, tonight."

Yamapi looked at him, and his lips twisted in a half-smile. "Typical Jin."

"What?" Jin mocked hurt. "Cake and coffee isn't a terrible diet, is it?"

"It might be made better if we had some cup ramen too," Yamapi suggested, slurping Jin's coffee.

Getting to his feet, Jin stretched and held out his hand. "The conbini down the road does take-out. Come on, let's go before they run out of food."

Yamapi put the mug down and held out his hand, face cracking into a grin before laughing outright as he used his body weight to entirely prevent Jin pulling him to his feet. If he took a little longer than usual to release Jin's hand after he'd finally stood up, Jin didn't say anything. He just tightened his grip around Yamapi's fingers gently, and received an answering hand-squeeze in return. It wasn't words, it wasn't telepathy, but the message was clear, all the same: No matter what happens, no matter where you go, I'll be right here, by your side.

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