Cheer Up, Charlie

[uepixie]

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

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[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.