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Fanfic Drabbles and Brainstorming [18+]
(I'm leaving this post unlocked but that may change idek)
Lately I've been struggling to use fanfic as a writing outlet. This is mostly because I've just been really bad at finishing any writing in general (including fic chapters that have been mostly done for two years but I haven't gotten around to polishing off), but its also because a genre of fic I really want to write and get better at is M/M romance and erotica.
Most of the fic I have on AO3 has a romantic bent already but I don't feel like I'm particularly great at writing it, and while I'm still pretty proud of the one explicit fic I did post, I still don't feel particularly confident writing it. I have a draft of a Sam/Blaine Glee fic from forever ago that I still take stabs at once in a while, but the sex scene is the one that's been really tripping me up.
But yeah here's a dump of a couple of unfinished drabbles/drafts I've had in the pipeline for years or weeks. They range from a couple of paragraphs long to a few pages long in Word. Also fair warning they all end pretty abruptly because they are very unfinished.
Title: Untitled WIP
Series: Transformers
Characters/Pairings: Seymour Simmons/Leo Spitz
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Takes place during the third act of Revenge of the Fallen. Simmons alleviates Leo's concerns about whether his dick still works.
"How many times can you get tasered in the nuts before you can't have kids?"
Simmons hadn't really given it any thought at the time. Honestly, he was more annoyed that the kid had somehow managed to taser himself than anything, but for some reason the question from hours earlier had resurfaced back in his head.
Probably because Leo had somehow managed to fall asleep during all of this, his head resting on Seymour's shoulder. That that he could talk, considering that up until a minute ago he had been asleep as well.
Leo had easily been the one most distressed by the day's events though. Sam and Mikaela seemed so used to it at this point, but they had already dealt with this situation before. For all of Leo Spitz's boasting and social media savy, he was completely out of his element and it was showing. It was a minor miracle he hadn't somehow gotten himself killed already.
Seymour remembered Leo muttering something under his breath earlier, around the time they had crossed the border into Jordan. Apparently when they had been teleported to Egypt, Mikaela had landed on his crotch then too? No wonder the kid was concerned about his swimmers. Over the past day it had practically become a running gag.
The face of the boy sleeping next to him wasn't contorted up in pain or fear right now though. He looked peaceful like this, and Seymour found himself unconsciously reaching over and brushing a streak of sand off of his cheek. Leo let out a soft moan and shifted a bit in his sleep, pulling himself closer to Seymour's side.
What the fuck was that? He thought to himself, not really sure to make of what he just did. All he knew was that he found Leo's reaction... pleasant.
It was suddenly apparent that he wasn't the only one who was reacting that way. A cursory glance was all it took until his eyes were glued on Leo's crotch. He didn't think he had to worry about being impotent after all this, and if the size of the bulge in his pants gave any indication to what was hiding underneath, he wouldn't have to worry about finding someone to test that out with.
He knew he should stand up, wake Leo up, or even just ignore it and go back to sleep, but for some reason he was transfixed. It had been a while, but the sight of a kid barely two days into college flush and horny shouldn't be such a turn on. It didn't hurt that Leo was attractive, like, from an objective standpoint. He had to wonder why he spent so much of his time hidden away, pushing conspiracy theories on the internet.
Before he quite knew what he was doing, he lifted his hand and rested it on Leo's thigh. The boy stirred again, eliciting that same feeling of excitement Simmons had felt before, but didn't wake up. Seymour felt his heart beating in his chest, knowing he should stop but not wanting to move his hand from where it was perched.
--
Title: Untitled WIP
Series: Glee
Characters/Pairings: Sam Evans/Blaine Anderson
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Sam inexplicably begins to wonder what it would be like to suck a dick. Originally drafted circa 2014-16.
It was always the weird questions that would root themselves into Sam’s mind. At age eight it was ‘I wonder how many licks it would take to get to the center of the tootsie pop?’ Which was followed by the consumption of over a dozen lollipops in one evening. At age fourteen it was ‘Could I get a girl to go out with me if I only speak in Na’vi?’ (The answer was a resounding no).
Though he never expected to find himself wondering, ‘I wonder what its like to suck a dick?’
In retrospect there were moments where that question sticking in his mind might have made more sense. Like when he joined Glee club and Puck asked him how many tennis balls he could fit in his mouth. Or during the short span when he lied about his age and worked as a stripper, where he was exposed to aspects of human sexuality he’d rather forget.
No, it was when he was zoning out during a geography lesson and noticing that the state of Florida looked like a penis.
“Mr. Evans?”
“Why?” Sam looked up, so startled by the interruption to his thoughts that he had voiced the response to his own question instead of the teacher’s.
“That’s what I’d like to know,” The teacher crossed her arms, staring him down. “What is so important that you couldn’t give me the past fifteen minutes of your time?”
“It’s… nothing,” Sam mumbled, hoping that he appeared calm. Luckily, all of his classmates looked bored and disinterested in him, so when the teacher turned her back he was again left alone with that single thought. Why?
These thoughts haunted him the rest of the day. No matter what he tried to concentrate on, his mind always seemed to refocus on the notion of sucking a dick. This was inevitably followed by questions of why the thought was there to begin with.
By the time the Glee club meeting had arrived, he was completely frazzled. The internal battle in his mind had only made the thoughts more intense. More real. Sam told himself this was just the questioning that everyone went through, like that time Blaine made out with Rachel, but all the same…
“Sam, are you okay?”
Sam was jolted from his thoughts by Brittany, who had sat down next to him. Her head was tilted, eyes filled with the same wild abandonment that saddled last year’s graduating class with a Dinosaur-themed prom.
“Nothing…” He gulped, hoping no one else had noticed his skittishness. He really needed to work on composing himself in situations like these.
“It’s okay. Everyone’s concerned about Lord Tubbington joining that biker gang. You don’t have to be strong for me. I can handle it.” Brittany ran her fingers through her hair and leaned back in her chair. Sam stared at her in complete confusion, unsure of how to respond.
The image of an overweight cat on a motorcycle seemed an ample enough distraction for a while, but it wasn’t long before the thoughts kept coming back – this time prompted by Artie bringing up the geography homework.
It was at that moment that Sam realized he’d never be able to think about the state of Florida again without getting a boner.
He leaned forward in his seat, doing his best to obscure the constriction of his jeans. It was done. The notion of sucking a dick was firmly cemented into his brain and it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, and thinking about it turned him on.
Glee club was over, and he took his time gathering his belongings. Once the last person had cleared out he stood up, the tingling in his legs only outshined by his dick – doing its best to stand at full mast but held back by a wall of denim. It was a valiant effort, and the outline of his cock was plainly visible to anyone who would be looking.
Grabbing his bag, he made a mad dash for the men’s room, relieved to find it unoccupied.
He wasted no time locking himself into a stall, dropping his backpack onto the ground, and unzipping his fly. Thrusting his hand inside his pants, his fingers closed around his cock and pulled it free. The open air almost had a cooling effect, relieving some of the strain but none of the need.
Sam stood there for a moment, catching his breath from his mad dash earlier, when he heard the door to the bathroom open.
“Sam, are you in here?”
Fuck, it’s Blaine.
“Yeah. What’s up?” He replied as casually as he could manage.
“We have a Student Government meeting tomorrow, and I forgot we needed to go over our presentation.” Blaine explained, his footsteps echoing louder as he got closer. “I have a couple of rough ideas that I wanted to run by you.”
“Um, sure,” Sam winced, stuffing his cock back into his boxers and trying to get his arousal down.
“You okay?” Blaine asked, his face filled with concern as Sam emerged from the stall. “You look distracted.”
“It’s um…” Sam shifted uncomfortably. “Could I ask you a personal question? Like, a really personal question?”
“Um,” Blaine blinked. “I guess. I might not answer it.”
“Wha-“ Sam shook his head. “What’s it like… giving someone a blowjob?”
Blaine took a step back. “Okay, I wasn’t expecting something like that.”
“I know. It’s just that… that question has been on my mind all day, and I can’t seem to shake it,” Sam hung his head, avoiding eye contact.
There was a brief silence before Blaine responded. “I’m not really sure how to describe it to be honest. It’s… a blowjob. It’s just something that people do?”
Sam shifted uncontrollably, the little control he had over his crotch was becoming magically undone. Unsure of what to say, he just listened until Blaine made an awkward throat-clearing noise. Sam looked up to see Blaine pointedly staring at the bulge in his pants.
“Man, you weren’t kidding,” Blaine laughed nervously, continuing to stare.
Sam bit his lip, watching the boy standing in front of him grow increasingly flustered. It started with a methodical rubbing of fingertips, which drew attention to the obvious arousal now conquering Blaine Anderson.
The words flew past Sam’s lips before he even had time to register them. “Can I-?”
Blaine gulped, and gave a small nod. The situation was almost surreal. Sam had expected to be home by now, watching fitness videos or an old episode of Arrow. Not figuring out the optimal way to suck his best friend’s dick.
He undid the Blaine’s belt, feeling his breath becoming ragged as his own erection pressed painfully against his jeans. He grabbed the wasteband of Blaine’s pants and pulled them down, revealing an impressive bulge outlined in his boxer briefs – precum starting to stain them at the tip of his cock.
Sam’s breathing hitched and he felt himself drawn in, pressing his face up against Blaine’s hardness and breathing in his musk.
“Sam,” Blaine gasped, instinctively thrusting forward, smearing precum on his cheek.
Sam licked his lips and pulled down the underwear, as if unwrapping a present.
--
Title: Untitled WIP
Series: Osomatsu-san
Characters/Pairings: Matsuno Todomatsu/Atsushi
Rating: Explicit (eventually)
Summary: Todomatsu goes out on a group date with Atsushi sometime after the events of Season 1, Episode 22. Originally drafted in 2016.
Todomatsu wasn’t sure what he was thinking.
No, he knew – it was some kind of self-destructive hallucination that preached some bullshit about how he loved all his brothers and didn’t want to choose. It was probably a result of those nasty snacks Ichimatsu kept around the hou-
Cat treats. He’d eaten cat treats. Oh boy, this self-realization was not fun.
Sort of like how Choromatsu wasn’t fun. A buzzkill like him would’ve been perfect to bring along a mixer. At worst he’d talk about something mundane and bore everyone, but best case he’d be too afraid to even say anything. Hell, Karamatsu probably wouldn’t have been too bad of a choice either. His weird routine would’ve killed interest in him immediately. Either way, Todomatsu would’ve been the star of the mixer.
And he sure as hell wasn’t the star of this one. There were a couple of reasons for this. One of which was a marginally attractive young man who owned his own car.
Todomatsu wouldn’t go so far as to call Atsushi a catch - by most metrics he was rather common. Rather, when placed as the alternative to a part-time college student who worked at what was essentially a Starbucks, he was the clear success story.
And that’s putting aside the fact that Todomatsu wasn’t currently a college student. It just sounded less pathetic in his head.
So yeah, out of all the choices Todomatsu could’ve made, he chose the one that guaranteed he’d be ignored the whole evening.
--
Title: Untitled WIP
Series: Digimon Adventure 02
Characters/Pairings: Motomiya Daisuke/Ichijouji Ken/Inoue Miyako
Rating: Explicit (eventually)
Summary: Takes place a few years before the Epilogue. Falling on hard times running his noodle cart, Daisuke crashes for a few days on Ken and Miyako's couch. Originally drafted circa 2017.
“It’ll only be for a few days.”
Miyako glanced up at Ken, tempted to simply end this discussion here and now. She thought better of it when she saw the sincerity on his face, and looked back down at her book with a shrug.
“So…?”
“So he can stay for a few days. But only for a few days,” Miyako said. “I don’t want a repeat of when he crashed on Takeru’s couch for a month.”
Miyako couldn’t see Ken’s face, but she could sense him relax. “I’ll make him stick to his word.”
If anyone could it would be you, She thought, flipping to the next page. Daisuke sure as hell won’t listen to me.
--
“If there’s anything I can do to help around the house, please let me know!”
Everything about that statement made Miyako feel nervous. The formal tone and the fact that he even offered to begin with was very unlike Daisuke.
“It’ll be nice to have you around for a few days,” Miyako said, putting more stress on the last syllable that was probably necessary.
Daisuke didn’t seem to notice though, and cheerfully plopped his bag down onto the couch next to where Poromon and Minomon were curled up together, fast asleep.
Miyako was thankful that Daisuke had enough consideration to at least drop off DemiVeemon at the virtual cyberspace that Koushiro set up at his apartment ages ago. Between her, Ken, and their Digimon partners, the apartment was already a pretty tight squeeze.
Not that it wasn’t comfortable. She had gone out of her way to make sure that it was, especially seeing how run down the office where Ken based his PI business was. If nothing else, she wanted him to come home to a nice apartment and a warm meal every night.
“Ken said it would be okay if I tested out some recipes with you guys?” Daisuke asked, interrupting Miyako’s thoughts. Without her noticing, he had migrated over to the kitchen, where he was surveying what was in their fridge.
“I thought you already knew how to make ramen.”
“Ramen isn’t just one thing. You helped run your family’s convenience store, shouldn’t you know that?”
“Oh yeah, the slightly different flavor packets really makes a difference,” Miyako said in a comfortably mocking tone. “I know that instant noodles is different from actual ramen, but beyond that it never seemed all that different to me.”
Daisuke feigned horror, flinging his arms up in the air while pushing the fridge door shut.
Lately I've been struggling to use fanfic as a writing outlet. This is mostly because I've just been really bad at finishing any writing in general (including fic chapters that have been mostly done for two years but I haven't gotten around to polishing off), but its also because a genre of fic I really want to write and get better at is M/M romance and erotica.
Most of the fic I have on AO3 has a romantic bent already but I don't feel like I'm particularly great at writing it, and while I'm still pretty proud of the one explicit fic I did post, I still don't feel particularly confident writing it. I have a draft of a Sam/Blaine Glee fic from forever ago that I still take stabs at once in a while, but the sex scene is the one that's been really tripping me up.
But yeah here's a dump of a couple of unfinished drabbles/drafts I've had in the pipeline for years or weeks. They range from a couple of paragraphs long to a few pages long in Word. Also fair warning they all end pretty abruptly because they are very unfinished.
Title: Untitled WIP
Series: Transformers
Characters/Pairings: Seymour Simmons/Leo Spitz
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Takes place during the third act of Revenge of the Fallen. Simmons alleviates Leo's concerns about whether his dick still works.
"How many times can you get tasered in the nuts before you can't have kids?"
Simmons hadn't really given it any thought at the time. Honestly, he was more annoyed that the kid had somehow managed to taser himself than anything, but for some reason the question from hours earlier had resurfaced back in his head.
Probably because Leo had somehow managed to fall asleep during all of this, his head resting on Seymour's shoulder. That that he could talk, considering that up until a minute ago he had been asleep as well.
Leo had easily been the one most distressed by the day's events though. Sam and Mikaela seemed so used to it at this point, but they had already dealt with this situation before. For all of Leo Spitz's boasting and social media savy, he was completely out of his element and it was showing. It was a minor miracle he hadn't somehow gotten himself killed already.
Seymour remembered Leo muttering something under his breath earlier, around the time they had crossed the border into Jordan. Apparently when they had been teleported to Egypt, Mikaela had landed on his crotch then too? No wonder the kid was concerned about his swimmers. Over the past day it had practically become a running gag.
The face of the boy sleeping next to him wasn't contorted up in pain or fear right now though. He looked peaceful like this, and Seymour found himself unconsciously reaching over and brushing a streak of sand off of his cheek. Leo let out a soft moan and shifted a bit in his sleep, pulling himself closer to Seymour's side.
What the fuck was that? He thought to himself, not really sure to make of what he just did. All he knew was that he found Leo's reaction... pleasant.
It was suddenly apparent that he wasn't the only one who was reacting that way. A cursory glance was all it took until his eyes were glued on Leo's crotch. He didn't think he had to worry about being impotent after all this, and if the size of the bulge in his pants gave any indication to what was hiding underneath, he wouldn't have to worry about finding someone to test that out with.
He knew he should stand up, wake Leo up, or even just ignore it and go back to sleep, but for some reason he was transfixed. It had been a while, but the sight of a kid barely two days into college flush and horny shouldn't be such a turn on. It didn't hurt that Leo was attractive, like, from an objective standpoint. He had to wonder why he spent so much of his time hidden away, pushing conspiracy theories on the internet.
Before he quite knew what he was doing, he lifted his hand and rested it on Leo's thigh. The boy stirred again, eliciting that same feeling of excitement Simmons had felt before, but didn't wake up. Seymour felt his heart beating in his chest, knowing he should stop but not wanting to move his hand from where it was perched.
--
Title: Untitled WIP
Series: Glee
Characters/Pairings: Sam Evans/Blaine Anderson
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Sam inexplicably begins to wonder what it would be like to suck a dick. Originally drafted circa 2014-16.
It was always the weird questions that would root themselves into Sam’s mind. At age eight it was ‘I wonder how many licks it would take to get to the center of the tootsie pop?’ Which was followed by the consumption of over a dozen lollipops in one evening. At age fourteen it was ‘Could I get a girl to go out with me if I only speak in Na’vi?’ (The answer was a resounding no).
Though he never expected to find himself wondering, ‘I wonder what its like to suck a dick?’
In retrospect there were moments where that question sticking in his mind might have made more sense. Like when he joined Glee club and Puck asked him how many tennis balls he could fit in his mouth. Or during the short span when he lied about his age and worked as a stripper, where he was exposed to aspects of human sexuality he’d rather forget.
No, it was when he was zoning out during a geography lesson and noticing that the state of Florida looked like a penis.
“Mr. Evans?”
“Why?” Sam looked up, so startled by the interruption to his thoughts that he had voiced the response to his own question instead of the teacher’s.
“That’s what I’d like to know,” The teacher crossed her arms, staring him down. “What is so important that you couldn’t give me the past fifteen minutes of your time?”
“It’s… nothing,” Sam mumbled, hoping that he appeared calm. Luckily, all of his classmates looked bored and disinterested in him, so when the teacher turned her back he was again left alone with that single thought. Why?
These thoughts haunted him the rest of the day. No matter what he tried to concentrate on, his mind always seemed to refocus on the notion of sucking a dick. This was inevitably followed by questions of why the thought was there to begin with.
By the time the Glee club meeting had arrived, he was completely frazzled. The internal battle in his mind had only made the thoughts more intense. More real. Sam told himself this was just the questioning that everyone went through, like that time Blaine made out with Rachel, but all the same…
“Sam, are you okay?”
Sam was jolted from his thoughts by Brittany, who had sat down next to him. Her head was tilted, eyes filled with the same wild abandonment that saddled last year’s graduating class with a Dinosaur-themed prom.
“Nothing…” He gulped, hoping no one else had noticed his skittishness. He really needed to work on composing himself in situations like these.
“It’s okay. Everyone’s concerned about Lord Tubbington joining that biker gang. You don’t have to be strong for me. I can handle it.” Brittany ran her fingers through her hair and leaned back in her chair. Sam stared at her in complete confusion, unsure of how to respond.
The image of an overweight cat on a motorcycle seemed an ample enough distraction for a while, but it wasn’t long before the thoughts kept coming back – this time prompted by Artie bringing up the geography homework.
It was at that moment that Sam realized he’d never be able to think about the state of Florida again without getting a boner.
He leaned forward in his seat, doing his best to obscure the constriction of his jeans. It was done. The notion of sucking a dick was firmly cemented into his brain and it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, and thinking about it turned him on.
Glee club was over, and he took his time gathering his belongings. Once the last person had cleared out he stood up, the tingling in his legs only outshined by his dick – doing its best to stand at full mast but held back by a wall of denim. It was a valiant effort, and the outline of his cock was plainly visible to anyone who would be looking.
Grabbing his bag, he made a mad dash for the men’s room, relieved to find it unoccupied.
He wasted no time locking himself into a stall, dropping his backpack onto the ground, and unzipping his fly. Thrusting his hand inside his pants, his fingers closed around his cock and pulled it free. The open air almost had a cooling effect, relieving some of the strain but none of the need.
Sam stood there for a moment, catching his breath from his mad dash earlier, when he heard the door to the bathroom open.
“Sam, are you in here?”
Fuck, it’s Blaine.
“Yeah. What’s up?” He replied as casually as he could manage.
“We have a Student Government meeting tomorrow, and I forgot we needed to go over our presentation.” Blaine explained, his footsteps echoing louder as he got closer. “I have a couple of rough ideas that I wanted to run by you.”
“Um, sure,” Sam winced, stuffing his cock back into his boxers and trying to get his arousal down.
“You okay?” Blaine asked, his face filled with concern as Sam emerged from the stall. “You look distracted.”
“It’s um…” Sam shifted uncomfortably. “Could I ask you a personal question? Like, a really personal question?”
“Um,” Blaine blinked. “I guess. I might not answer it.”
“Wha-“ Sam shook his head. “What’s it like… giving someone a blowjob?”
Blaine took a step back. “Okay, I wasn’t expecting something like that.”
“I know. It’s just that… that question has been on my mind all day, and I can’t seem to shake it,” Sam hung his head, avoiding eye contact.
There was a brief silence before Blaine responded. “I’m not really sure how to describe it to be honest. It’s… a blowjob. It’s just something that people do?”
Sam shifted uncontrollably, the little control he had over his crotch was becoming magically undone. Unsure of what to say, he just listened until Blaine made an awkward throat-clearing noise. Sam looked up to see Blaine pointedly staring at the bulge in his pants.
“Man, you weren’t kidding,” Blaine laughed nervously, continuing to stare.
Sam bit his lip, watching the boy standing in front of him grow increasingly flustered. It started with a methodical rubbing of fingertips, which drew attention to the obvious arousal now conquering Blaine Anderson.
The words flew past Sam’s lips before he even had time to register them. “Can I-?”
Blaine gulped, and gave a small nod. The situation was almost surreal. Sam had expected to be home by now, watching fitness videos or an old episode of Arrow. Not figuring out the optimal way to suck his best friend’s dick.
He undid the Blaine’s belt, feeling his breath becoming ragged as his own erection pressed painfully against his jeans. He grabbed the wasteband of Blaine’s pants and pulled them down, revealing an impressive bulge outlined in his boxer briefs – precum starting to stain them at the tip of his cock.
Sam’s breathing hitched and he felt himself drawn in, pressing his face up against Blaine’s hardness and breathing in his musk.
“Sam,” Blaine gasped, instinctively thrusting forward, smearing precum on his cheek.
Sam licked his lips and pulled down the underwear, as if unwrapping a present.
--
Title: Untitled WIP
Series: Osomatsu-san
Characters/Pairings: Matsuno Todomatsu/Atsushi
Rating: Explicit (eventually)
Summary: Todomatsu goes out on a group date with Atsushi sometime after the events of Season 1, Episode 22. Originally drafted in 2016.
Todomatsu wasn’t sure what he was thinking.
No, he knew – it was some kind of self-destructive hallucination that preached some bullshit about how he loved all his brothers and didn’t want to choose. It was probably a result of those nasty snacks Ichimatsu kept around the hou-
Cat treats. He’d eaten cat treats. Oh boy, this self-realization was not fun.
Sort of like how Choromatsu wasn’t fun. A buzzkill like him would’ve been perfect to bring along a mixer. At worst he’d talk about something mundane and bore everyone, but best case he’d be too afraid to even say anything. Hell, Karamatsu probably wouldn’t have been too bad of a choice either. His weird routine would’ve killed interest in him immediately. Either way, Todomatsu would’ve been the star of the mixer.
And he sure as hell wasn’t the star of this one. There were a couple of reasons for this. One of which was a marginally attractive young man who owned his own car.
Todomatsu wouldn’t go so far as to call Atsushi a catch - by most metrics he was rather common. Rather, when placed as the alternative to a part-time college student who worked at what was essentially a Starbucks, he was the clear success story.
And that’s putting aside the fact that Todomatsu wasn’t currently a college student. It just sounded less pathetic in his head.
So yeah, out of all the choices Todomatsu could’ve made, he chose the one that guaranteed he’d be ignored the whole evening.
--
Title: Untitled WIP
Series: Digimon Adventure 02
Characters/Pairings: Motomiya Daisuke/Ichijouji Ken/Inoue Miyako
Rating: Explicit (eventually)
Summary: Takes place a few years before the Epilogue. Falling on hard times running his noodle cart, Daisuke crashes for a few days on Ken and Miyako's couch. Originally drafted circa 2017.
“It’ll only be for a few days.”
Miyako glanced up at Ken, tempted to simply end this discussion here and now. She thought better of it when she saw the sincerity on his face, and looked back down at her book with a shrug.
“So…?”
“So he can stay for a few days. But only for a few days,” Miyako said. “I don’t want a repeat of when he crashed on Takeru’s couch for a month.”
Miyako couldn’t see Ken’s face, but she could sense him relax. “I’ll make him stick to his word.”
If anyone could it would be you, She thought, flipping to the next page. Daisuke sure as hell won’t listen to me.
--
“If there’s anything I can do to help around the house, please let me know!”
Everything about that statement made Miyako feel nervous. The formal tone and the fact that he even offered to begin with was very unlike Daisuke.
“It’ll be nice to have you around for a few days,” Miyako said, putting more stress on the last syllable that was probably necessary.
Daisuke didn’t seem to notice though, and cheerfully plopped his bag down onto the couch next to where Poromon and Minomon were curled up together, fast asleep.
Miyako was thankful that Daisuke had enough consideration to at least drop off DemiVeemon at the virtual cyberspace that Koushiro set up at his apartment ages ago. Between her, Ken, and their Digimon partners, the apartment was already a pretty tight squeeze.
Not that it wasn’t comfortable. She had gone out of her way to make sure that it was, especially seeing how run down the office where Ken based his PI business was. If nothing else, she wanted him to come home to a nice apartment and a warm meal every night.
“Ken said it would be okay if I tested out some recipes with you guys?” Daisuke asked, interrupting Miyako’s thoughts. Without her noticing, he had migrated over to the kitchen, where he was surveying what was in their fridge.
“I thought you already knew how to make ramen.”
“Ramen isn’t just one thing. You helped run your family’s convenience store, shouldn’t you know that?”
“Oh yeah, the slightly different flavor packets really makes a difference,” Miyako said in a comfortably mocking tone. “I know that instant noodles is different from actual ramen, but beyond that it never seemed all that different to me.”
Daisuke feigned horror, flinging his arms up in the air while pushing the fridge door shut.