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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING FOR ME FOR THE DIGIMON SECRET SANTA!!!! IM GOING TO DIE I LOVE IT SO MUCH YOUR WRITING IS FANTASTIC

ahhh, I’m so happy that you liked it! :D I’m really glad that I wrote it for you! 

Thank you so much for your enthusiasm :] I hope that you have a happy new year!!

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The best moments are the unplanned ones

Digimon. Pairing: Taichi x Koushiro. 3258 words. Warnings: Fluff and stuff. Implied/established relationship

Summary: Koushiro wanted to take Taichi out on a nice date to show how much he cared. He planned one out at least. 

Written for the Digimon Secret Santa Event hosted by @secretsantamon

Hi there @reverend-spines! I was your secret santa this year!

Ahhh, I’m sorry I’m a little late with your gift. I tried my absolute best with this fic. I really did. I wanted it to be as sweet and fluffy as possible. But also making it entirely unique to them. (If that makes sense....I fiddled with a lot of possibilities before settling on this one, lol)

I hope you’ve had a wonderful year and that you do enjoy this little oneshot! Happy holidays! :D

Outside the weather was feathering into the night through a gentle snowfall. The small snowflakes frosted the edges of the windowpanes, allowing some of the light from streetlamps and large displays of Christmas lights managed to shine through. The small amount of Christmas glow entering through the modest apartment.  

There was some level of romance to snowy nights. The landscape being adorned by pure white snow, or colorful vivid lights to set the awestruck mood. The kind of details that could encourage someone to be intimate or cozy. A perfect setting to walk through the streets outside while sharing cold Eskimo kisses and the warmth of hand holding.

Details, that were completely and utterly meaningless to individuals who had better things to do, deadlines to meet, and expectations to exceed.

All of this and more applied to Koushiro.

With fingers typing steadfast on his keyboard, Koushiro’s eyes focused on the surroundings as wide as his laptop screen. Data was processing at a constant rate, his laptop was juiced to the best of his customizing capabilities, but at moments like this, the laptop specs were pushed to its max.

With a low groan Koushiro knit his brows together yet again as his laptop took a second too long to jump to its next line of code. Honestly. He’d rather be doing this kind of work in his office where he had multiple screens and servers to avoid these minor lagging issues. He technically could have just ran to his office, sat down at a proper desk and put his entire focus and being into this project…if he had foresaw a work emergency in the first place. Or, at the very least, if this had happened earlier in the day.  

Koushiro bit back another groan as he internally told himself to keep calm and continue working. He didn’t have the time to consider what-ifs scenarios no matter how tempting it might be. He had pressure weighing down on his shoulders, the grit of irritation of having his plans completely interrupted and sidetracked. He just wanted to get this done.

With a harsh click of his enter key, Koushiro paused his robotic typing to evaluate the input he just inserted in the code. A series of numbers and algorithms flew on one side of his screen, while the desired output was on the other half. With a stationary gaze that drilled focus to a point as dark as his eyes, Koushiro waited to see if the outcome of his project was fixed or not.

“…uh, Koushiro?” A voice called out to question. It wasn’t strong enough to actually take in Koushiro’s complete and undivided attention, but enough to be coherent, “you done?”

Koushiro tapped along the edge of his keyboard, his fingernail clicking like an unforgiving metronome to a novice musician. His eyes narrowed, but didn’t close, not until the code stopped to an unforgiving halt at the sound of a beep and the red flashing FAILURE flashed over the output side of his screen.

Temperance was Koushiro’s known qualities. But even Buddha had his limits.

“No.” Koushiro held down the backspace key before resuming his rhythmic typing.

Koushiro could recognize a small chuckle, one that tapered off into a good willed, “No worries.” Before another silence. Koushiro hummed in response, limiting his focus back on his computer once again.

He shifted in his seat, moving to be more upright as he tried another method. He sourly missed the lower back support of his office chair. And started feeling another bitter rise of anger at the low height of the coffee table in front of him. Hell, eve the couch cushions that were way too soft to stay firm under his weight. He adjusted himself one more as he took a brief moment to pause to swing out one of his wrists.

“Neh, Koushiro,”

“Ham,” Koushiro hummed out automatically when he recognized his name. Out of habit of being in a similar situation one too many times, he internally knew what to do to stay productive on his task without seeming too heartless to the people around him. He wasn’t completely clueless, he’d learn from when he was ten.

--Except that his laptop lagged again and it bothered him again, and he completely zoned out (save for that tiny detail) once again. Missing whatever else was being said to him.

There was silence again. The kind that, Koushiro knew that he had to give some kind of response to. He didn’t want to have to ask for a repeat, so he just shrugged casually and muttered a small, “Okay.” His go-to response when he forgot to listen in on what someone was telling him while he was working.

There was reply that was spoken out with an upbeat attitude. Something ending in a reassuring smile that was spoken out in good manner. Before Koushiro could illicit out some response, the weight on the couch shifted and the cushion Koushiro was perched on puffed up slightly.

Koushiro was about to glance away from his screen, a part of him even wanted to turn his head away completely to follow the traces of footsteps that were fading. His gut was already in knots over this dilemma in the first place, but having things drift further away from his original plan would definitely backfire in his face.

--Beep!

Koushiro’s computer flashed failure over half of the screen again. While deep set in a frown he checked over his last line of code and saw where he mistyped a command on accident.

His dark eyes burned. With a frustrated groan Koushiro rubbed his eyes slowly before shaking off his emotional flare.

Nothing else mattered right now. He was going to finish this in time. He was going to get this to work done even if he had to claw to a final product by the skin of his bones.

Koushiro’s fingers were still working at a steady pace. The clicks of his keyboard was a constant series of taps that faded into the sounds of the apartment. Even has the blue light from the screen burned into the dark irises of Koushiro’s eyes as he silently absorbed through the content of his program without fail.

With definitive click of his enter key, Koushiro stopped typing as he let his program work through another test. As he watched the results of his work stipulate through the lines of code, Koushiro cleared his throat to try and shake off the scratchiness. His heart thumped each time his program successfully passed a checkpoint that his previous attempts couldn’t. Unable to remain entirely positive, Koushiro clenched his sweaty palms into fists, trying to stop himself from ghost typing along the edge of his keyboard.

--Beep Beep!

A green OK, flashed over the program. Koushiro felt his quickened heartbeat pump out the breath he had been holding as he unclenched his fists. The stony gaze that was fixated on the screen instantly broke as nerves buzzed with relief. His lower back ached, his wrists cramped, and his eyes watered—but finally. He did it.  He completed it. He was finally done!

“Thank goodness...” Koushiro murmured to himself as he rubbed his eyes and stretched out his back. Saving his completed project, he could almost feel himself getting giddy with the grand sense of completion. Koushiro relaxed against the back of the couch, shaking some blood flow into his legs as he shook off any remnants of work stiffness.

In the midst of the bliss that Koushiro was ready to revel in, he noticed the surroundings that he was so keen on ignoring just moments before. The ceiling fan above him had short chains that were impossible for Koushiro to reach.  The television set in front of him that had cheery holiday commercial playing that wasn’t clear on the product it was selling. Details of the small apartment were recognized as quickly as the feeling of utter regret. When Koushiro realized just who’s worn out couch he was sitting on, he chastised himself and shut his laptop closed.

As he pushed his laptop onto the table in front of him, Koushiro saw the curled up figure of his boyfriend. Face smashed onto the armrest with his mouth wide open, the formal button up shirt creasing horribly as he wedged himself in the corner and was snoring softly. Koushiro huffed out a breath, his shoulders drooping out of guilt as he gently shook him awake, “Taichi-san,” He called out quietly.

It took a few more shakes, but Taichi soon yawned as he fluttered his eyes open. He stayed curled up with his hands under his chin until his eyes fully opened and his sight settled on Koushiro. With a dopey smile, Taichi pushed himself up, “Hey,” Taichi broke off in another yawn, “Nnh, all done?”

Koushiro smiled sheepishly in response. The guilt of their ruined plans eating inside of him as he nodded, “Yeah, I just did…Taichi-san I’m…”

“Wait—hold on,” Taichi broke out in a loud yawn, he stretched his arms behind him as far as he could, ending his cat-stretch by sinking closer to Koushiro with the same dopey smile, “What time is it even?”

Koushiro flipped to his watch, “It’s um…close to midnight,” Koushiro felt bad as the time was actually close to being the next day, “Taichi-san I’m really—“

“Mnh, okay,” Taichi shrugged, “Are you hungry? I got food earlier. It’s in the fridge if you want it.”

“Oh, that’s fine but—“

“Ah crap, I was watching one of those holiday movies, but I think it stopped playing…”

“Tai—“

“Whatever. Nothing the Internet can’t fix, right?”

“Taichi-san!” Koushiro fussed his eyes closed as he yelled. He didn’t like to yell over others, but sometimes it was just impossible to get through to Taichi otherwise.

Thankfully it worked, and instead of Taichi ranting off on another topic he paused for a moment before tentatively whispering, “Yeah?” As he turned to face Koushiro. Taichi’s back was slouched against the couch as he silently waited for Koushiro.  

Koushiro sighed, Taichi’s eyes were entirely too open and warm for the regret Koushiro was feeling at the moment, “I, um,” he rubbed the underside of his eyes before taking a big breath, “I’m sorry, for all of this. For ruining this evening, it’s—“

“Koushiro,” Taichi interrupted with an easy-going smile, “You didn’t ruin anything. It’s fine. You don’t have anything to apologize for.”

“No, yes I do,” Koushiro held up a finger, “I was the one that said we should do something. I was the ones who made plans for tonight. I called to make reservations for that new restaurant that was next to the street that’s covered with all of those lights.”

“Yeah but—“

“But then, I completely ignored you because of that work email I got. And—I did think that I’d be able to settle that issue really quickly. But I was completely wrong about that as it ended up being a much bigger issue that I anticipated. I shouldn’t have rushed this project in the first place, but either way, I let work impede on personal matters again.”

Taichi scoffed, he propped his arm against the sofa and leaned his head against his arm, “Mhm,” Taichi hummed. His expression unchanging as he let Koushiro ramble on.

“Really, I should have known better! Because I was trying to finish it so quickly, I wound up omitting a crucial component of the program that prevented it from working like how it was supposed to. I didn’t realize I forgot to add that part in until trying out every other possibility first.”

“I see.”

“But because of my misstep, I wasted the entire evening. It’s not right or fair of me to ask you to keep tonight free, only to wind up being busy myself. Or to keep telling you to wait around when the restaurant and shops began to close. And I’m just—“Koushiro stopped, seething within the depths of his eyes before deflating completely, “I’m sorry. I really am. I’ll…I’ll make it up to you I promise.”

Koushiro knew that personal relationships were just as important as work. Having the ability to find someone who you enjoyed and cared for so much was a rarity. A treasure that was worth keeping and maintaining throughout the years.

There was no one else like Taichi. It was a friendship that Koushiro was grateful for, and as challenging as it was to change their dynamic from platonic to romantic, it was one that Koushiro was happy to take on. With how busy the both of them were on a day to day basis, Koushiro just wanted to take some time to spend with Taichi…but it didn’t matter how good his reasons were if he never actually followed through with his intended plans.

Taichi’s smile seemed to grow as Koushiro stopped apologizing. Koushiro sat in silence as he saw the corners of Taichi’s eyes crinkle as he broke out into a soft laugh, chuckling louder as his lips broke into a grin. Koushiro, taken aback by Taichi’s sudden giggling fit, frowned, “What. Why are you laughing?”

“Take a wild guess,” Taichi whistled through his teeth. His chuckling tapered to an end, but he was still grinning from ear to ear, “Come on Koushiro, you’re making this into a way bigger deal than it is. Its work. I understand that you have to deal with stuff when things go wrong. It’s okay, you don’t have to feel so bad about it.”

“But tonight’s plans…” Koushiro trailed off, “It would have been nice, and you would have really liked it.”

Taichi shrugged “Eh, things happen, it’s not your fault,” the cheeky grin was still plastered on Taichi’s face as the depths of his eyes twinkled, “Besides, seeing you get so worked up about date plans and showing me a good time? Oh. Shoot, I like that more than actually going out tonight.”  

“Wha-what?”

“You loooooove me,” Taichi exaggerated, “You want to take me out on fancy dinners and cliché romantic walks.”

“I—I made these plans based off of some suggestions I got!”  

“You’re even asking other people for love advice! Aww, Koushiro you’re so sweet!”

“No! Not like that!”

“You know I’ve been holding back on the romantic gestures because I thought that it’d too much. But now, pffft,” Taichi stuck his tongue out before his snapping his fingers and winking, “I’m not going to hold back anymore. I’m talking PDA, grand romantic gestures—you know what. I was going to buy you one of high tech thermos bottles for Christmas. But now? Forget that. I’m going to buy a star and name it after you—No wait!” Taichi clapped his hands together, “I’m going to buy you a calendar and fill it with all of our firsts!”

“What?!” Koushiro’s cheeks reddened as Taichi snickered.

“The first time we met, the first time you let me hold your laptop,” as Koushiro’s blush deepened, Taichi inched closer and closer, “when we confessed to each other, oh—can’t forget when we first held hands and kissed!”

“Now who’s making a big deal out of nothing?” Koushiro near cried, “We were just going to go out to eat and some window shopping! Stop saying such embarrassing things!”

“But it’s so much fun!” Taichi exclaimed, giggling as he practically crawled on top of Koushiro, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure I shower you with affection and appreciation too!”

“Hey—get off!”

“Nooope!”

Koushiro tried pushing on Taichi’s shoulders, but with pressuring giggles and over exaggerated kissing noises, Taichi’s weight won out. He pushed Koushiro down onto the couch, wrapping his arms around Koushiro’s waist as he laid down fully over him. Taichi couldn’t help but feel a streak of victory as he saw the prominent blush over Koushiro’s face. Sometimes, Koushiro had an air of indifference and stoicism around him. But when it was just the two of them and Koushiro was completely unguarded and full of character, Taichi couldn’t help but feel a plethora of happiness.

Koushiro knew the soft side grin on Taichi’s face all too well, “You enjoying this?” Koushiro mumbled without any bite or drawback.

“I always enjoy being with you,” Taichi was a breath’s distance away, his nose grazing Koushiro’s, “Doesn’t matter if it’s at some couple’s retreat or just us wasting time at home.”

“…Yeah,” Koushiro whispered, staring back at Taichi’s loving gaze and feeling the warmth trickle down all the way to his quickening heartbeat, “Me too.”

“Good!” Taichi rubbed their noses together, “So, you’re going to stop feeling bad about us not going out tonight?”

Koushiro pressed his lips together, “…Fine,” he leaned into Taichi’s touch, “But I do want to make it up to you still.”

Taichi rolled his eyes, “Fine,” he compromised, “It’s not that late yet, why don’t we just make the most out of tonight.”

Koushiro found himself catching Taichi’s smile, “What do you want to do then?”

“You find the movie I was watching earlier, I’ll reheat the food?”

“Really. That’s all you want.”

“Well we’ll be cuddling and stuff.”

“Stuff?”

“Well,” Taichi dragged out the syllable before clicking off into a smile, “You’re trying to make it up to me right? You can figure that part out.”

With a slight scoff, Koushiro shook his head slightly, “Fine.”

Taichi got up first, helping Koushiro sit back up before trotting off into the kitchen. As he heard the press of the fridge being opened and the microwave being utilized, Koushiro took his time finding some movie that’d be enjoyable for the both of them to watch while finding the stray blanket Taichi kept in the living room for nights such as these.

“Ready?” Taichi asked when he came back in the room, plopping down on the couch as he placed two plate on the table in front of them.

Koushiro draped the blanket over them, and simply leaned against Taichi’s touch the second he felt an arm wrap around him, “Yeah.”

It was easy to feel relaxed as they sprawled out on the couch. It wasn’t the image that Koushiro had set out to achieve when he first settled on plans. But as movie continued and the hour got late, Koushiro found himself settling in the warm proximity of their intimacy.

Closeness, it was something that was made abundantly clear since they were stubby little kids with little insight as to what would happen between them. Koushiro didn’t exactly expect for his relationship with Taichi to become this personal. But during moments like this, each and every moment that connected them deeper felt so natural, that Koushiro couldn’t picture his life turning out any other way. Whenever Koushiro thought about that, he wanted to showcase this and more. To somehow let Taichi know just how Koushiro enjoyed spending time with him by making feel as special as Koushiro felt with him.

Taichi nuzzled against Koushiro’s neck and would place random kisses. With a soft smile, Koushiro leaned back into Taichi’s touch, snuggling up against him before turning around to meet him in the middle.

Koushiro only paid attention to the world that began and ended with Taichi’s touch. All he cared to hear was their breaths mingling to the background noise of the television and their hearts drumming against each other. Even if Taichi’s living room wasn’t exactly the ideal romantic date spot that Koushiro asked and researched about. Koushiro was glad to spend this winter’s eve here with Taichi.

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Hey! I just stumbled across your Disney AU for the Chosen Children from August - and they're all perfect! Would you mind making a second part as you were hinting that you had more? It would be much appreciated. Kudos from a fellow Digimon enthusiast ;)

I’m sorry I’m getting to this so late! I wanted to get to this ask sooner but I just got so busy… 

But I’m glad you liked the first Disney AU list I wrote out ^^ I do feel like they can be rambling from my end, but hey, if you don’t mind listening, I don’t mind sharing!

I tried making this list with different ships and stuff, for the sake of variety. But if you want to hear about a specific ship or certain AU setting, just let me know! I can go on and on about these things. 

Of course, the full list of random disney aus is under the cut. 

Taichi + Hikari with a slight hint of Taiyama. - Lilo and Stich AU

Taichi, the overprotective brother who is trying so hard to be an adult as quick as possible in order to take care of his sister. However Hikari is having trouble adjusting and fitting in with her surroundings as there are so many changes happening. Taichi feels bad that Hikari is struggling to make friends and stuff, so they go to get a cat (because they used to have Miko) and…it’s tailmon! 

Because I think it works so well!  Tailmon, coming into their lives as Hikari wishes for a guardian angel and instead gets a ‘monster’ that has trust issues and has a lot of destructive power??? I think it’d fit well! Especially when it came down to Hikari bonding with Tailmon. and the two of them having a relationship unlike anything else. 

lol the ‘slight’ hint of Taiyama comes from the idea that Taichi and Yamato used to attend school together and that their siblings are the same age so they know each other well. But I won’t lie. it’s entirely because I think it’d be funny if Yamato was trying to impress Taichi, only for it to go badly and then he feels embarrssed and Hikari just goes, ‘It’s okay. Onii-chan likes your butt. and he thinks your hair is fancy. I know because I read his diary’. 

Taichi, Yamato, Koushiro -Three Cabelleros AU

This makes no utter sense other than it’s what I like XD. Growing up, Three Cabelleros was my favorite movie, I love it to death, I watched it more than anything else. And don’t test me on how well I know the songs lolYamato is Donald Duck. The guy just celebrating his birthday but winds up losing his temper multiple times yelling ‘WHATS THE BIG IDEA!!!’ over and over again as his birthday is full to the brim with craziness. 

Koushiro is José. He just shows up randomly going ‘you haven’t been here before? Well let’s go! You got so much you need to learn!’’ and winds up dragging Yamato all over the place just to teach him a thing or two. Plus Koushiro looks good in a bow tie so why the fuck not. Taichi is Panchito. In this case, Yamato is probably about to eat his birthday cake only to have Taichi jump out of it screaming and hollering and shooting off a bunch of guns before grabbing Yamato and Koushiro and yelling “WE’RE THREE GAY CABELLEROS!” 

lol its completely impractical. but just imagining them singing the three cabelleros song together makes me smile.

Aristocats-Daisuke/Takeru

You know. The main reason why I wanted this kind of AU for this pairing is because I think it’d be so cute???

Like. Takeru, as the ‘duchess’. Someone who comes from a lavious lifestyle and then gets thrown out of his cozy life and is forced to have to make due with the skin on his back. 

Daisuke, the ‘alley cat’, who only approaches Takeru at first because he thinks it’d be funny. 

At first Daisuke tries to show Takeru the ‘ropes’ but Daisuke himself is a little bit of klutz and Takeru isn’t so dainty as he may appear to be. And the two wind up learning a lot about each other as Takeru tries to find his way back home. 

Idk I’m a sucker for daikerus where its about the two of them coming from polar backgrounds and them reaching a middle ground. Add a dash of social classes, cuddling ontop of the rooftops under the moonlight and walking along the edge of a dribbling stream and I’m happy!

Taichi/Jyou -Rescuers

Taichi is a field operative for a rescue task force. Because of his reputation and success record, he’s often sought for. And during one of his mission briefings a lot of people are scrambling to be his partner…

And then he chooses Jyou! A simpleton who isn’t actually part of the agency! Why?! Because Taichi “needs a plain guy who’s not gonna bother him!” Jyou doesn’t want to go but Taichi drags him along. And all of a sudden Jyou’s safe and routine lifestyle is swapped with near death experiences, crossing massive hazardous terrains and wishing that Taichi didn’t have to opt for the most stunt crazy airplane pilot every time. 

Through some miracle, their first mission together is successful. And when it’s all over Jyou is just absolutely exhausted and kinda happy that it’s all over. 

But Taichi took such a liking to Jyou that when he jumps outta his mission detail and grabs onto Jyou’s arm going "guess who’s now gonna be my new partner from this point onward!!” and Jyou silently weeps as he wishes his pleasant common life goodbye. 

Yamato/Mimi- Hercules

Again another AU that is extremely self indulgent on my end. Ever since I saw all of those Hades/Persphone AU fanarts concerning this ship I can’t help but associate Mimato with anything remotely close to Greek Mythos lmaoBut I gotta admit. Yamato, having one goal ingrained in his head, so much so that he is really socially awkward and is especially bad at dealing with Mimi because she just always plays the devil’s advocate?? I just picture that scene where Mimi is leaning in trying to be sexy and then Yamato just pinches her dress strap back up on her shoulder lol. Hercules is another favorite Disney movie of mine. They’d so be cute in this setting. 

Sora/Mimi -Tarzan

I think this is just me drifting off into dreamland but like hear me out. just. let me explain. 

So there’s a study on gorillas and stuff, and the team of researchers is Koushiro, Jyou, Mimi and Taichi. Jyou is actually there as like a medical professional, Koushiro is the one manning the research. Taichi can be the bodyguard or something he’s not a scientist. And Mimi is a botanist who was brought along cause she works under the same grant as Koushiro.

Now they are there doing their research. However while studying gorilla packs and stuff, they start noticing oddities which they have trouble explaining. Which get Koushiro up in a tizzy even if the rest of them aren’t too focused about it. 

One day, Mimi like wakes up early, and starts walking around to the stream nearby. While at the water front, she sees a colorful flower near her. When she talks toward it, she finds another flower–same type slightly different in color. She starts following them down the river before actually noticing they were placed there, they aren’t naturally growing, which makes her want to see who’s placing them down. At the end is a bunch of beautiful flowers but, these ones are special. Mimi specifically remembers seeing the laid out flowers earlier in her expedition but didn’t have time to draw and take notes about it cause Taichi was yip yapping about the sun going down and how they had to head back to camp and stuff. 

Mimi of course likes the flowers, but then starts wondering why they were there. When she heads back to camp and Koushiro has been going on and on about his theories about how the gorilla pack they are studying must be raising something that’s not a gorilla (lol jyou is just feigning interest at this rate and taichi is trying to go back to bed) Mimi can only think about the flowers so she actually starts siding with Koushiro and wants to learn more about what’s going on because her gut feeling is telling her that this is important. 

However, as they try to research this it doesn’t yield the best results. Whatever is going on, its elusive to them. And its hard to keep track of. It gets to the point where Jyou reminds everyone *why* they are all there and stuff. And even Koushiro is forced to resign his theories to focus on their jobs. 

And Mimi feels oddly upset by this and takes away from camp to cool off (Taichi offered to go with her, but Mimi refused wanting to be alone). While she’s sitting by herself feeling really defeated without knowing why, she finds another flower. This time she’s like driven to find out *why* she’s being given these gifts. (as she’s now convinced this is no accident) and then runs after this trail and finds!!! Sora!!!! :D Who has been out in the wilderness ever since she was young and was raised by the gorillas and stuff. Sora tries to run but Mimi manages to approach her. (Mainly cause Sora is both curious and feels calm around Mimi) The two of them are about to make contact before Taichi comes swinging at foliage with a machete yelling out Mimi’s name (cause she hasn’t come back to camp) which scares Sora and gets Mimi mad. Then of course the rest of this AU is spent on them trying to ‘find’ Sora. Even though Sora is kinda only comfortable around Mimi. At first its just the two of them, learning things about each other slowly  and then its all disney magic fromm there LOL

annnndddd. I think that’s enough for one list. lol I’m sorry I tend to get caught up when I start thinking of these AUs. I hope that you enjoyed some of them though! Thank you for your patience and for the ask! 

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pikkachan replied to your post: “The one who understands me”:

Well, I'll be late for work because of reading this, so that's a compliment. <3

you’re too kind >///>

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The one who understands me

Digimon. Pairing: Taichi x Yamato. 9057 Words. Warnings: Some cuss words.

Summary: In their twenties and right after they graduated from university, Taichi and Yamato’s relationship ended. Now. Years later. They finally get the closure they’ve needed. 

Written for @digiotpweek event. Day Seven: Lisianthus- “A lifelong bond”

A/N: once again. I agonize over one fic and then forget the rest of my outlines...ahh man. this one took a lot of sleepless nights. 

I saw this movie recently and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It really had the power to convey what it meant to be in love but not ready for a relationship. I wanted to try my hand at conveying such a raw feeling...and then I wound up with this. 

I’m pretty nervous about this lol. I’m not sure if I managed to really...make a good ff. Once I’m more comfortable with it, I’ll transfer it over to FFnet and AO3. But until then, I’ll keep it on tumblr. 

Movie trailer: Happy Together (1997)  Song I wrote this too: Be calm by Fun

If you read this. I hope you enjoy it!

This was a bad decision.

Yamato didn’t even need to second guess himself to realize just how much shit he had gotten himself in. He’d barely been awake for five minutes—but everything he needed to know was obvious. And all of it pointed in the ‘deep shit’ category really fast.

He got wasted last night. So it made sense as to why he made such a bad decision that left him in this bad situation. Still. No amount of a ringing headache and signs of a painful hangover could ever amount to deep sense of regret that loomed inside of him.

Because. Out of the all the bad decisions he could have made last night. Why did he have to make this one?

Yamato winced and groaned to himself.

He almost wished that in the midst of his drunken haze, he’d just had sex instead.

After all. Sex was easy to explain. Easy to brush off. Easy to excuse and later forget about. Something as simple as ‘hey. I was drunk. It was a mistake.’ Or. ‘Whatever. You know that I get horny when I take sake bombs!’ Or even. ‘I haven’t met anyone who can even come close to sucking my dick as good as you can! Sorry for being pent up!’

All of those and more could have easily been dismissed away. A bad situation that could puff away in an instant with no major consequence.

But no. What does Yamato do when he replaced half of his body’s fluids with alcohol? He follows his heart. His stupid, clueless and useless heart. Which screamed its true desire through every brain influx.

The simple desire of cuddling and falling asleep. Spooned in the arms of Taichi. Almost as if they hadn’t spent a day apart.

He was still cradled in Taichi’s arms.

Instead of the black night shadowing every corner of Taichi’s apartment, the late morning rays lit up every detail for Yamato’s bloodshot eyes to soak in. Taichi’s bed was big. But the extra space was wasted as Yamato was curled against Taichi, and Taichi was still sleeping peacefully with his forehead against the crown of Yamato’s head.

Arms were draped around each other. Legs tangled up as if to lock each other tight—the, oh so familiar, strange arrangement of cuddling that they used to share when they lived together. If anyone else had been breathing so close to Yamato’s face, he’d uppercut their chin to push them away. If there was anyone who could prevent Taichi from rolling around and throwing the blanket on the floor, it was Yamato’s expert weaving. The type of sleeping that allowed them to be anchored in one another while still being close and, strangely enough, comfortable beyond measure.

When Yamato had first woken up, his head was lying on Taichi’s shoulder. Now, as awake as possible, he scooted his face a few centimeters away. His brow was tense. His bottom lip chewed upon. All to resist his heart demanding he lay back down against Taichi, and letting the small bubble of comfort and bliss continue for as long as he could manage.

After all, the smart thing to do would be to slip out. To leave the apartment, and to let Taichi wake up alone. It’d save himself some awkwardness, tension, and the inevitable argument. Chances are he wouldn’t see Taichi again for another long period of time. Maybe another year or two. By then, this drunken night they had together would be long forgotten.

But no matter how logical that argument was. Yamato’s sapphire eyes couldn’t peel away from Taichi’s sleeping face. Just like all the other times. Taichi’s mouth was open, and the corner of his lips had some drool. His bangs were a mess from the contact with Yamato’s, hair even messier from all of the friction against the pillow. No matter how un-cute the image was, Taichi was still sleeping so peacefully. And it was that peace that made Yamato’s heartbeat stuck in his throat. Made it so hard for Yamato to just leave.

Even though there were physical evidence on Taichi’s face that he was indeed older. That he had grown without Yamato by his side. It was still Taichi. His Taichi. The Taichi which reminded Yamato of all that he longed for.

The sigh Yamato emitted was breathless. The thought of leaving Taichi was too painful while the warmth of staying was too desirable. Yamato found himself laying back down against Taichi. Rubbing his head in the crook of Taichi’s neck with his chest pressed firm against Taichi. From the movement, Taichi shifted. Accommodating Yamato’s new position with a slight shift in weight, his lips and chin buried in Yamato’s hair, arms hugging Yamato’s lithe waist. Yamato almost choked out a sob because of it. All he did was fuss his eyes closed, and tried to blame his lack of discipline for still being drunk.

Taichi’s beating heart was relaxing. His even breathing was gentle, like rolling waves grazing the ends of a shallow beach. Yamato knew that he was playing with fire, but in his lidden mind it was worth it. He found himself calming down inside of Taichi’s touch. He even drifted his eyes closed again.

—A sharp digitized ringing shattered through the air.  Yamato couldn’t help but jump as the generic ringtone continued buzzing against the wooden surface of Taichi’s bedside table. It wasn’t until seconds later Yamato was able to identify that the abrasive sound was a cell phone, and one that didn’t belong to him. But once it dawned on him that the phone belonged to Taichi, the dull scratch against the wood from the phone’s vibration further grated Yamato’s ear.

He didn’t have time to react. Taichi stirred. Yamato froze except for his eyes which pulsated as he saw the previously tranquil expression on Taichi’s face scrunch up as he began to move his arms. Yamato held his breath as he saw Taichi wrinkle his nose before yawning, stretching his arms above his head before he rolled over. Yamato exhaled, Taichi didn’t see him. Not that it’d stay that way. But at least that awkwardness could still be avoided.

“Nn—hello?” Taichi’s voice was hoarse and dry. The pillow he left was still rumbled with his impression, although the blankets still did their best to cover him even as he was leaning over and practically rolling into his dresser.

“Yagami—!!”

Taichi flinched as there were a series of cries and shouts through the receiver, he held the phone away from his ear, groaning out loudly while rubbing his hand over his face. Even if Yamato couldn’t make out the words of the call, he could still hear how loud and fast the person was talking. How distress and fear made them ramble on and on. Whoever was on the phone was talking so fast that all Yamato could clearly make out was Taichi’s name and broken cries for help.

“Oi, okay—oh my god! Stop it! Stop crying right now!” Taichi yelled back into the receiver. Yamato couldn’t see Taichi’s face. Just his back (which was tense—real tense) and his propped up arms. One was ready to break his phone in half, the other continually rubbing his forehead so he didn’t explode, “Now come on Satou. Explain this slowly. Okay?”

Now Yamato couldn’t hear anything from the phone. It was pressed up against Taichi’s ear, and the guy talking was no longer hysteric. Eventually, he heard a loud apathetic groan, but it was only because Taichi struggled to get out of bed.

Yamato stared at Taichi’s back. He saw the visible shiver that ran up Taichi’s spine, and how he dipped down to find a shirt on the floor. Yamato smiled to himself. If Taichi didn’t wear a shirt to bed, he’d be immediately cold the second he took off his blanket. He hated it, so always made sure to paw around before bed to find something to cover himself with. That was the only reason why Taichi always had a stray t-shirt near the bed. Yamato remembered this, plus some added memories of the lazy mornings when Taichi would pull the blanket tight around him and whine for Yamato to go find him a shirt. Yamato wanted to laugh. But he refrained.

“No. No no no, that’s not getting voted on until Thursday why are they trying to bring it up now,” Taichi grumbled into his phone as he finished buttoning up the shirt he wore last night, “It’s not even closed to being tabled, why are they trying to rush this?” Yamato felt the bed spring up as Taichi left it.

There were words exchanged as Taichi padded towards the bathroom. A conversation about things Yamato didn’t understand. Government policies that’d bore him to death. Work related things that he knew he’d never be able to wrap his head around.

Taichi barely closed the door to his bathroom, swinging it around but not bothering to lock the handle. Yamato sighed and moved his attention toward the ceiling. That was another habit Taichi still had. Taichi only ever partially closed the bathroom door when he was still half awake.

Even though Yamato could still tell that Taichi was on the phone, he didn’t bother trying to make further sense out of it. He now could worry about more important things. Like what was he supposed to do next.

He wasn’t sure if Taichi remembered what had happened last night. A part of him wanted Taichi to know, that was the only damn reason why he wound up staying! But another part of him knew that’d be…messy. And if he was smart, which he was, all Yamato had to do was just sneak out. He could slip out of here and not have to deal with anything else. He could go back to having no further contact with Taichi. Go on with his normal life. And not have to stay here and deal with the most awkward situation that had a high chance of escalating out of control.

“Oh hell no!” Taichi shouted from the bathroom. It sounded muffled. Gargled even. Yamato knew that meant Taichi was just brushing his teeth. Same morning habit once again, “Its Sunday! Sundays are my fun days. I’m not going to the office right now!” There was a pause, “Well then figure something out! Deal with this yourself!” Another pause, “I told you guys that I was having a reunion party yesterday! I’m not available this weekend! Hell! I’m probably still drunk from last night!”

Yamato scoffed. He tried to sit up. Instantly felt the wind knock out of him, and his head go around in circles. Okay maybe he wasn’t exactly sobered up either.

“Look! I don’t care! Just get over there, and tell them to wait till Thursday like how we agreed on!”

Yamato rubbed his forehead, trying to soothe away the major ache that was turning his brain to mush.

“I don’t know, be persuasive—something! This is your problem to deal with right now I can’t—“

Moaning slightly, Yamato got up to leave. The same time as the door to the bathroom swung open.

…

And then they both froze.

Yamato stood on the other side of the room. Clothes from last night were wrinkled and would only feel cleaned after he washed them twice. His messy blond hair only matched his dreary blue eyes. Which were starting at Taichi with a blank stare and hidden lips.

Taichi still had the phone against his ear, no longer listening to his peer pleading to him. He still didn’t have his pants on, but the button up shirt and boxer combination passed him off as decently dressed. That is, if he used the excuse ‘well this is my home, I’ll dress how I want to’ as an excuse. Taichi’s hair was always messy. But his round eyes didn’t usually have bags underneath them.

Yamato was the first to break the gaze. He cleared his throat as he started at the unmade bed. His head was frantically trying to come up with some plan for how to deal with this.

 Taichi just stared blankly. Until the caller started yelling for Taichi’s attention, “Uh, Satou, listen,” Taichi cleared his throat, “I gotta go now. What? Yes I’m leaving. I need...something came up. Yeap. Bye.”  And with that, Taichi hung up the phone.

 Without the phone call, the two of them were forced to feel how quiet the apartment complex was. Taichi tapped the phone in his palm. Yamato nervously shuffled his feet on top of the other. Neither of them could look the other in the eye again.

 “...I uh…” Yamato coughed out. Hating that he was now living what he wanted to avoid, “I’m gonna get going now…” Yamato nervously chuckled to try and soften the blow.

 Taichi blinked and mulled silently. In a way that Yamato could decipher immediately. He supposed that Taichi had changed over the years that they were apart. He could see that Taichi was lamenting on saying something, but couldn’t tell what it was Taichi wanted to say.

 “Yeah... I suppose you’re right,” Taichi muttered. Age, fatigue, and shock all wrapped in his tone of voice, “...It’d be for the best. I gotta head to the office right now anyway so...yeah,” Taichi said. Lamely. But not that it mattered at this point.

 Yamato’s eyebrow twitched and he frowned, “You’re going to your office right now?”

 Taichi noticed the disdain right away, and frowned right back as he knit his eyebrows together, “Yeah? What of it?”

 Yamato scoffed and broke their glare, but didn’t break the tension that was brewing, “Nothing. Nothing at all. You go ahead and go back to work.”

 Taichi near growled at Yamato’s passive-aggressiveness. With a swipe of his hand he tossed his phone back on the dresser. He clicked his tongue harshly, responding with the same toxic venom, “No no, if you got something to say, then go right ahead.”

 “No, it’s not like it matters to me.”

“That’s right it doesn’t.”

“Good.”

“Fantastic.”

The both of the glared at one another with unspoken of anger. Yamato clicked his tongue, turning around to head to the door, resisting the urge to up smack Taichi across the head, “I don’t know why I even bother sometimes.” Yamato grumbled under his breath.

A phrase that didn’t slip Taichi, “Oh, so you do have something to say huh?” Taichi growled, “Well no need to keep it for yourself then! Out with it!”

“I’m not speaking another word to you”

“You just said seven right there!”

“Fine!” Yamato shouted. Turning on his heel again. Being baited as if they were ten was a bad idea. But he was grossly hungover, with a slurry of warm alcohol still buzzing his every nerve, what the fuck did he care about good ideas this morning, “Don’t pull that lame-ass ‘oh I got to go work’ excuse on me!” His impression of Taichi was purposefully exaggerated, “I just heard you over the damn phone! You said you weren’t going in! You don’t need to try and lie about it to me!”

“I’m not trying to lie about anything with you!” Taichi shouted right back, steaming just as angrily as a ten year old kid would if someone stole his fruit roll-up, “I really am going to the office right now! Why the hell would I have to try and lie about this kind of stuff with you?!”  

“You were like ‘oh Sundays are my fun days’ over the phone!”

“Stop it! I don’t sound like that!”

“Don’t try to change the subject on me asshole!”

“I’m not!” Taichi seethed through his teeth, “Yes I did say that over the phone! But I still got to go! Because, in case if you forgot. It’s my job. If my workers under my precinct are struggling, I got to help them. Even if I don’t want to go, I still have to go!”

“Oh well isn’t that wonderful,” Yamato’s sarcasm dripped like thick poison, “You have an answer. You always have the perfect answer to justify your actions. Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re the one overseeing everything!”

“What the fuck is your problem!?”

“Oh! Like you don’t fucking know!”

“You know! Forget it!” Taichi waved his hands, “Just forget everything okay. Just go. Leave. Get the hell out! Why are you even here in the first place!?”

Yamato visibly flinched. His mouth hung agape, his blue eyes igniting in anger, “Why am I here?” He asked, ‘calmly’, “Why am I here? Why am I here?! Are you serious right now Taichi?” He stared yelling, hands shaking as he wanted to pound his fists in Taichi’s face right then and there, “You’re the rea—do you not remember what the hell happened last night!?!”

Taichi rubbed his chin, “Hm, let me think…if I remembered…” Taichi slammed his fist in his open palm, “Oh that’s right, I wouldn’t even ask in the first place! No shit I don’t remember last night! I was drunk! I don’t even know how I got home last night!”

“Oh my—this all your fault—just like how it always is!”

“Oh of course! Typical Yamato. You know, why stop there! How about you blame me for climate and the decreasing bee population too!”  

“You’re the worst!”

“So what if I am!” Taichi shouted louder than Yamato. His eyes that always retained his life and youth were whittled down to the base emotions of regret and fury. His shoulders felt heavy, and his throat burned, “Well news flash Yamato! You don’t have to worry about me anymore! So why don’t you just leave already!”

“—that’s!!” Yamato stuttered. He felt like Taichi took an upswing at his stomach and pushed his stomach into his lungs. He couldn’t make himself yell at the same tone as before. Not without his eyes stinging, “Of—of course I still worry about you!”

He said it. Yamato had said it out loud. He said it out of impulse. Out of shock, out of reflex really. The words came out faster than he could think about them. Yamato watched in horror was Taichi’s eyes widened as he understood Yamato’s words. Nothing he could do about that now.

Taichi didn’t respond at first. Yamato didn’t say anything else. The silence of the bare apartment was now present between them. And it was more stifling than the first time.

“…You…”

“Shut up,” Yamato grumbled over Taichi. Stopping him from saying anything else, “It’d make sense if you could remember last night. But you don’t. So you know what. I don’t care.”

“…”

“I’m going no—”

“What do you mean?”

“…”

Yamato stared away from Taichi, not wanting to accidentally give into Taichi’s imploring gaze.  He didn’t want to tell Taichi. Hell no. He wasn’t going to say anything this time. He wasn’t going to open Pandora’s Box, and feel the first blast of misery as all of their inner demons were dragged out. Not this time at least.

“Yamato.”

He bit his lip. Taichi’s yell had the familiar ring of pleading in it. He knew that strain. The slight hoarseness at the end of Taichi’s sentence. Yamato knew it too well to ignore.

“You were plastered last night,” So was he, but he wasn’t falling over the place like how Taichi was, “Hikari had already left the party, and you were too drunk to really…recognize anyone. I mean. People tried. But you wouldn’t even accept water from them. But…you were fine with me. So I was the one who had to bring you back home. I just figured I’d take you in and that’d be it.” Yamato shrugged. He could feel Taichi’s eyes on him. Watching him. Leering even. Trying to watch for any subtle movement that Yamato could possible give so that he wouldn’t miss it, “But…when we got home. You weren’t…staying in bed. You kept trying to leave and with the way you were acting, clearly something was wrong.”

Taichi waited for Yamato to finish, and got frustrated when Yamato did say anything else, “…And?”

Yamato paused for a moment longer. As hazy as the night was, he could remember the rest with a innate sense of clarity. It was too striking to forget, “I asked you what was wrong,” He could remember Taichi clutching onto his arms as he was going to sink away. Taichi burying his face in Yamato’s chest with tightly closed eyes and slurred words, “…”

“Yamato.”

“You said that, you were tired of it. Tired of being by yourself and sleeping alone in your apartment all of the time. You were going on about how you’ll just go to the conference room at your workplace because…somehow that was a good idea to you. Anyway.” The truth was flat in comparison to how Taichi was really acting, but Yamato didn’t have it in him to go into all of the details, “I had been drinking a lot myself so…I told you that I’d stay here and…” Yamato stopped himself.

He knew exactly what happened. Taichi clung onto him, Yamato could barely hear Taichi’s quiet whispers about how  lonely he was.

Yamato hugged Taichi against him, rubbing his shoulders and gently whispering that he’d stay with him. Stay with him all night so that he wouldn’t have to be alone anymore. At that only Taichi began to relax.

Eventually they were laying down next to each other. Holding each other as if they were lovers again. Falling asleep to the rhythm of each other’s heartbeats.

…Not that he wanted to tell Taichi all of that. It was bad enough that they had to continue talking to each other like this.

Yamato cleared his throat. He looked away from Taichi and stubbornly looked at the ground, “I told you that I’d stay here and watch over you. To make sure you wouldn’t like, throw up in your sleep and whatever. But then I wound up falling asleep too.”  

“…”

“…”

Taichi glared harder, “…That’s what happened?”  

“I’ve told you all that you needed to know,” Yamato scoffed. He didn’t look up, but he could hear Taichi growl before giving a frustrated yell.  

“God, you’re just—you’re just impossible you know that?!”

“Oh great, did I offend you? Sorry for not letting you puke yourself to death or something!”

“That’s not what you mean! And you know it! Why do you always keep things to yourself, you always do the same shit over and over again!”

“I do the same shit over and over again? All you do is the same repetitive bullshit!”

“You said, that you still had to worry about me!” Taichi heaved out in one long slow breath, “You haven’t answered my question Yamato! What is there that you could possibly worry about? Why!!”  

“Because!”

“Because what!?”

“I mean! It’s obvious isn’t it?” Yamato yelled at the top of his lungs, “Your apartment? Its basically empty! You barely have the minimum furnishings, and whatever you have is covered in dust!” Yamato could feel the sharp prick of his eyes stinging, “I wasn’t even in here for more than five minutes before I realized that you barely spend any time at home. That you still overwork yourself! You’ve probably haven’t eaten anything decent. Then—then you show up at the reunion party. Drinking way beyond excess and then you—oh forget it! I’m not going to bring all of this up, when you don’t even remember last night!”

“What? Yamato!”

“No! Not this time!” Yamato clicked his tongue and was ready to spin on his heels once more, “I’m not arguing with you again Taichi. I’m tired of it. I’m sick of it actually! I’m just going to leave, and just forget this shitty morning never happened in the first place!”

Taichi growled yelling out for the final time, “Fine then!” His lips wouldn’t stop quivering as he pulled his vision away from Yamato and viciously glared at the wall instead, “Just leave like always.” Taichi muttered under his breath.

Yamato froze as he tried to walk away. It wasn’t anything new. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t already heard before. It’s the snide comment that has been ghosting Taichi’s mouth ever since they were kids with scraped knees and no sense of the real world.

He could have drawn blood from how hard he was biting down on his jaw. It was such a simple comment but it made words claw from inside Yamato’s throat. He felt hurt. It made him angry. Angry cause it was Taichi the one making him feel this way. Over something that shouldn’t have happened in the first place. It wasn’t just because of last night. It wasn’t just because he accidentally stayed over. It started off years ago. So long ago. Back when they started adulthood and began to realize what the real world really was.

Yamato’s knuckles tensed into a hot white color. He could have ignored it. He should have. But he wouldn’t. Not this time at least.

“I’ve just about had with you, Taichi,” Yamato’s anger made his voice serrated, “You and all of the things you do!”

Taichi crossed his arms, “What have I done?”

“Everything!” Yamato yelled out. He stomped toward Taichi, blood drawing away from his hands to ready themselves, “You—! You act all mopey! All down, and depressed and sad! Acting as if I was the one that cut your limb off! And that you’ve been bleeding out ever since!” Yamato heaved out dry chunks of air as he yelled, “When you!” His eyes felt pricked by his held back tears, “When you were the one that broke up with me.”

Taichi didn’t breathe properly, “Of course I broke up with you.” Taichi’s eyes were still bold. But downcast as Yamato attacked, “What other choice did you leave me with!”

“You just called me out of nowhere! You fucking broke up with me over the phone!”

“It wasn’t out of nowhere!”

“By the time I came back, you had already moved out and moved to this shitty apartment!!”

“I didn’t break up with you out of now where!!”

“Then why?!”

“Why what!?”

“Why did you do it then!?” Yamato pushed Taichi’s arm, shoving him back against the wall.

To which Taichi shoved Yamato right back, taking a step closer to Yamato, “If you can’t realize why! And you still have to ask! Then obviously, you haven’t changed at all! And then there’s no damn point!”

“No! I’m tired of it! I’m tired of it all! I’m tired of asking myself ‘why’ over and over again! Or! Wondering about what happened! Or! How I can’t fucking stop worrying about how you’ve been doing all of this time! I’m sick of it all! I want to know why the hell you wanted to break up with me!”

Taichi covered his eyes as he screamed into his hands, “This shit happened 10 years ago Yamato!” Taichi snapped his head out of his hands, clenching on nothing, “What’s the point of bringing this all up now! It’s not going to change anything!”

“It will! Because that’s the only way I can finally put an end to this thing! The only way to get you to stop looking half dead all of the time. Or stop myself from being too preoccupied. To stop you, from going ‘Oh Yamato this. Yamato that. Blah blah. He’s the worst! He left me all alone! He rather go rub space rocks together than spend time with me!  I’ve wasted my youth on him! So glad I can’t waste my thri—”

“HEY!” Taichi screamed over Yamato’s rant. It made Yamato flinch, partially stunned that Taichi would yell at him like that.

But when Yamato looked back up with his griseous eyes. He didn’t see a towering Taichi. No belligerence. No fists ready to pound of feet ready to trample.

Taichi looked straight at him, eyes are bright as dirty autumn leaves, wet with the morning dew that made them placid and limp. He looked hurt. Angry at the fact that Yamato was the one that caused him that pain.

“I never said that you wasted my youth.”

“…You didn’t need to. It was obvious.”

“Well that’s not true!! I never said that! I never said that I regret any of the time I spent with you! So don’t you dare put words in my mouth!”

Yamato’s mouth hung open, it took him a couple of stutters to talk properly, “The way you always act it’s like you’ve been angry that I decided to travel space.”

“That’s not true either,” Taichi talked over Yamato once more, “I never…That’s not why!”

Yamato felt his heart pulse. He bit his lip in frustration, “Then why.” He started off quietly, “Why did you do it.” He grew louder, “Why then Taichi?!”

Taichi looked away, “It’s too late for it to change anything. It doesn’t matter.”

“But it does to me.” Yamato’s bangs fell over his eyes as Yamato shook his head. He pushed away his blond fringe as he implored, “Just tell me. Tell me why. I’m not leaving until I have an answer.”

“Yamato.”

“Tell me now. Then I’ll leave,” Yamato threw up his hands before they lamely fell to his sides, “Then, later, we can phone our siblings. Pretend that everything is alright even if it’s not exactly true. We’ll go back to work. Which, eventually will be light-years apart,” Yamato bitterly laughed, “Then at the next reunion, we’ll just act like normal. And try our hardest to avoid each other. We can go back to living our separate lives.”

Yamato stared down at Taichi, who didn’t give an immediate response right back. He gaze was strong and unbending, before he spoke up again, “Why did you want to break up with me.”

Taichi only made one audible breath. It was through his nose, and it was short and defeated. He glanced away for a moment. Only to find it hard to look Yamato back in the eye again. He paused and bit his lip, “Fine.”

Yamato near chuckled out of relief,  “Okay.”

Taichi didn’t talk right away again. Yamato found himself sitting on the edge of the bed, he ran a hand through his hair, running it down his neck before he rubbed the back of his shoulder. Taichi just stood there still, thinking to himself as he kept his mouth shut.

“Taichi.”

“Do you remember,” Taichi cleared his throat. His chestnut hair shook slightly before going back into shape, “When you first got admitted into that space training thing or whatever?”

“The first course?” Yamato crossed his arms, ending his sentence with a small ‘tch’ sound, “Yeah I remember. It was a 15 month program. Which you started acting weird about it, but I just figured it was because we’d be apart for so long. Then, a few months into it. You call me out of nowhere,” Yamato paused as all of the details came flooding back to him, “You called and you said ‘I don’t think this is going to work. Let’s just end it with how things currently are’ which I was angry about. But you hung up and didn’t take my calls after that,” Yamato felt the annoying sting in the corner of his eye again, “I thought you were nervous being apart, and I could smooth it over once I got back home. But after the program was over. I came back to our old flat. Only to find your key on the counter, with your half of the deposit and your name off the lease.”

“…Yeah well…”

“And you really think that me going away for so long had nothing to do with it?!”

“Will you let me finish?” Taichi clicked his tongue. His hand was up in the air as he gave Yamato a petty glare. Yamato rolled his eyes, and Taichi’s folded back on itself, “It was around the time when you first got in. And everyone, I mean, everyone was going nuts over you. All of those people, even our friends and family, everyone who remotely knew of your name kept asking you all sorts of questions and everyone was all excited.”

Taichi stopped talking. Yamato sat there in silence and was tempted to prompt Taichi to say something more than general information, but waited a second too long to do so.

“I don’t know if you remember it, hell I don’t even remember who asked,” Taichi was just shy of a whisper, “But, someone asked you this question. One of those ‘Well after space travel? What’s next?’ You know? One of those ‘what’s in the future for Ishida Yamato? Where you see yourself in 15 years?’ It was that kind of question.”

Taichi’s eyes glazed for a brief second. They were as watery as raindrops before he blinked them away, “And you um,” His voice was shaking. Taichi even began toying with the sleeves of his shirt, “You had this perfect answer.” He swallowed down, glancing at Yamato through his eyelashes, “You said things about, how you wanted to inspire others. And you want to change the face of space exploration. And even if you don’t go into space, or you can only go there once, you’ll still continue to dedicate your life to the study. You-you had this full plan.”

“It was this…perfect,” Taichi smeared the last syllable, “Perfect answer. One that was super inspiring. And I could obviously tell that you had been thinking about it for a long time,” The tone jumped from tense to blasé, “That you had been practicing it when you’d put conditioner your hair in the shower. One that you had been repeating to yourself over and over again,” Taichi ended with a heavy sigh before he talked without inflection, “It was an answer that you obviously had thought about a lot.”

Taichi paused. Yamato mulled over the past himself. He remember being under the spotlight all of a sudden. He remembered how that’s when Taichi started acting different. And would go hot too cold in an instant. How one minute Taichi could be brooding and not want to be near Yamato, to suddenly being cuddly and acting like he’d die if Yamato didn’t let him squeeze his arm off.

But…

“It was…I don’t know,” Taichi shrugged, talking over Yamato’s thoughts, “It got me thinking. What would my answer be if someone asked me something like that? What did I want to do later on in life, where did I see myself in 15 years?”

The questions came off as statements. Which ended off in a fade. Yamato watched with bright eyes as the life in Taichi’s became transparent. Clear and undeniable. And also. Sad. As if Taichi, standing against the walls with emotive hands and an unkempt appearance, was the very definition of being truly and utterly alone.

“You know what I would have said?”

“…What?”

Taichi looked right at Yamato. And despite Yamato being the one to intervene and confront Taichi like this, he felt himself shrink. While muted, the fire that Taichi was thrived on was still there. And Yamato could feel the heat beneath the hurt.

Taichi shrugged, shaking his head loosely as he stared at Yamato and then nothing at all, “I would have said that I wanted a house. Maybe an apartment, but, bigger I guess. Someplace out of the city. Maybe on the suburb side just shy of the stations, but someplace where it wouldn’t be so loud and fast and hustle and bustle all of the time.”

There was a choked out laugh. A crack in Taichi’s voice. Yamato saw how Taichi’s demeanor was breaking away, but just like always, he held himself together. Taichi had that rare strength to always see things through to the end.

“We couldn’t get married of course, but whatever we’d get the next best thing. Even if it was just adopting each other’s family registers,” Taichi took a sharp breath to stop his words from shaking out of control, “Then I’d start going on about my career.”

“Cause, Yamato,” Taichi pressed his lips together before breaking them apart as if he were ripping off a seal, “It’s not like I need a picture perfect happy ever after or anything. But. I still wanted something resembling a steady family life! It didn’t matter what it looked like! Just something, anything even. Something that I could go ‘Oh, this is my family. This is why I come home every day. This is why I work hard all of time.’ No matter what I do, or what I become. That’s one of my goals! The big picture! One of those…things where I can be truly happy with myself,” With a sorrowful expression Taichi sniffed before looking at Yamato once more, “But that—that never crossed your mind did it?”

Yamato felt his throat dry up, with an open mouth he struggled for a response, “Taichi…”

“And you know. I just kept on thinking about that. Just. All the time, I couldn’t get it out of my head.” Taichi’s dry chuckle made him loosen up, “At first I thought about why. And I thought about how, I always had my mother around to pack my lunches, while your dad stayed more days at work rather than home, but in the end I didn’t care, like. Whatever. I’m not a psychologist, it makes no difference why.”

Taichi waved his hands past each other dismissing the idea entirely, “No I don’t care about all of that…It was more…” He let his arms fall, he leaned back against the wall for support he couldn’t give himself, “I kept thinking about it. Then I realized something.”

Yamato couldn’t decipher the look in Taichi’s eyes. They seemed to gaze up and beyond an understanding that Yamato had yet to reach.

“The decisions I had to make when I was ten, were different than the ones I made when I was 17.” Taichi’s voice barely reached a decibel, “They were different than the ones I had make when I was 23. Different then ones I had to make when I was 34. It’d be different when I’m 40. 50. 60. 70, 80,90—just on and on until the day I die.”

The tiredness in Taichi’s voice is what dragged Yamato past just following along what Taichi was saying. It made his heart tear up every time Taichi tried to smile away the pain he was forced to re-feel.

“And all of that is because, the older I got the more I knew. And so, the things I wanted changed. And I realized that, it’s not like I’m a different person or anything. It’s just that the choices I had to make changed. So my priorities changed, and they’ll continue to keep changing as I learn more about living.”

Taichi sniffed, visibly so as he rubbed his hand over his mouth, “And I realized right then and there, that the priorities I had, the things that were important to me.” Fuscous eyes met clear blue ones, “They were different from yours.”

“Taichi.”

“Not everything can be compromised away Yamato.”

“That’s…”

“And the thing was!” Taichi choked back his feelings. Whatever sob threatened to pour out, whether it was a sniffle or a stray tear, he kept it all back, “Once you realize something like that, it just doesn’t go away! I kept trying to tell myself, that we could deal with it when we get to that point.  But I mean! Eventually it’d have to come between what we fundamentally wanted for ourselves! And! I’d hate if I had to ask you away from your passions! And you know that it’d be same if you had to ask me the same!”

It was harder to keep all of the emotions back.

“And…I don’t know. I knew that, it was something that you wouldn’t think about till later. And it’d be stupid and ridiculous to be already old and be like ‘oh shit. I’m 40 and I’m with someone who isn’t happy with me’ like, what the hell would we do if it ever got to that point!” Taichi wiped his eyes, keeping his hands over the bridge of his nose, “I figured the sooner the better.”

This time Taichi rubbed a stubborn tear away, “I know I said some petty shit. I was mad. And any time I heard about you’re amazing feats it’d just make me irritated. But. I never blamed you for wanting to pursue your interests. I didn’t break up with you cause you wanted to go to space and I got jealous.” Taichi couldn’t bring himself to keep it together, “I just realized that we were different. And we want different things.” Another stubborn tear, “And I’d hate if I got in the way of going after your dreams. So I…made the call.”

Yamato didn’t say a word. There wasn’t any silence as Taichi’s tiny sounds of sobs and sniffles, and it broke Yamato’s heart down further. They weren’t tears. Not any uncontrollable crying that caused his cheeks to be stained and his nose to run. Yamato could console an emotional outburst like that. Taichi’s feelings were just small snippets that flooded the corner of his eyes and made his lip quiver just slightly. Nothing Taichi couldn’t wipe away or bite down.

He got an answer. And as cliché as it was, it wasn’t anything that expected or wanted. The closure he got only opened up more questions. They circled inside of him. Ravening his heart. Dilating his vision. He wasn’t expecting Taichi to confess to all of that.

Yamato opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn’t bring any words out. All of what Taichi said was still sinking in. And he felt himself breached in clashing waves of emotions as none of them provided relief.

It’d be easier if Taichi just gave an answer Yamato expected.

‘Oh, I couldn’t stand being without you.’ Or. ‘I hated how you’d yell at me for working so much when all you did was take leave just to work!’ Or. ‘I got tired of you.’ Or even. ‘I found someone else.’

Any of those reasons could be easily dealt with. Yamato knew how to react to an answer like that. How to move on. How to put this all behind him. It’d be easier if it was some common reason that Taichi broke up with him.

But no. Once again. He got what the heart really wanted. The truth. Taichi’s unfiltered feelings and the rawness of a sudden exposure. It was Taichi’s real reason for acting the way he has been.

“…Why didn’t you tell me this?” Yamato’s tone was soft. Sentiment constricted his throat.

“…” Taichi sighed out, defeated, “I was. Really, I was,” The deep breath he took did little too calm his nerves, “But…when the time came, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.” Taichi smiled weakly at the memory, “Then the moment passed, and it didn’t matter anymore.”

Yamato didn’t feel any better at this point.

So much of his time the past decade was spent with muted resentment and burning questions he pushed to the back of his mind. How many times did he turn on the news only to bitterly flick it off when Taichi’s name was mentioned. How often did he slyly try to ask his brother about how Taichi was doing only to pretend that he didn’t care and end it with some insult.

Any time there was a lull during his work. A day off. A break in between his deadlines. Even up when he was in simulators and rocket testing.

How many times he did look up at the sky and think about how Taichi was doing. Whether or not Taichi was still stuffing himself with food because he could never eat slowly. If he still wound up running in and out train stations because no matter how many alarms he set up, he’d still sleep till the last second.

Each and every time Yamato’s heart tightened. Torn between longing and trying to be mad.

No matter what he did, or how far he went. Yamato still found himself feeling lonely. During which, he thought about Taichi smiling at him, leaning on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of Taichi’s presence lightening Yamato up instantly.

He could never stop himself. He longed for Taichi. That’s what made the break up worse. The fact that Yamato’s last call with Taichi was short and cold. That when Yamato came back home Taichi had already left. It made him think all kinds of things. Made him feel worse than all of his bad memories combined. And why Yamato just settled for avoiding questions and bad mouthing Taichi any chance he got.

He wanted an answer. Yamato felt that by learning why Taichi broke up with him would help him end all of his torment. But he just felt the longing for Taichi’s touch even more. He didn’t feel justified in his anger. He just felt bad because he knew that Taichi had been just as agonized as he was.

Yamato couldn’t bring himself to sit still. He pushed himself off of the bed, walked the short distance between him and Taichi. This wasn’t an instance where he was too far from Taichi and couldn’t see his face. This wasn’t some phone call that’d a click of a button could cut off his connection.

Taichi saw Yamato coming closer, tensed and dig his back into the wall. Yamato’s fingers barely ghosted over Taichi’s cheek before he viciously shook his head, “No.”

“Come here.”

“I’m—”

“Just come here already.” Yamato finalized. He rubbed his hand over Taichi’s cheek. His eyes instantly softening when he felt Taichi’s skin. He brushed his thumbs over Taichi’s cheekbones, repeating the petting motion over because he missed feeling Taichi so close to him. Taichi’s eyes watered, he tried to push Yamato away. But his hands only wound up clenching the wrinkled shirt, and Taichi leaned into Yamato’s palm.

Taichi choked back a sob. Yamato felt the crack within himself and said nothing. He just pulled Taichi against his shoulder and stood straight as all of Taichi’s weight rested on his shoulder. His hands moved from Taichi’s cheek to the back of his head. He wrapped the other arm around Taichi’s waist.

Yamato was always the one who needed more emotional reflection. But after being with Taichi for so long, Yamato learned just how Taichi would handle his internal conflicts. Taichi’s leadership was his greatest strength, but it also prevented him from dropping his guard and honestly speaking out about how he felt. Something Yamato learned to adjust to as their relationship got more intimate.

Yamato rubbed Taichi’s scalp. He pet Taichi’s silken hair. He rubbed his forehead against Taichi’s ear as he remembered how Taichi felt against him. He found himself holding back tears himself as Taichi held him tight.

His throat hurt. His eyes burned. He still had a headache from all of that drinking. But Taichi was here. Taichi was with him. Taichi told him the truth. And Yamato was there to hear it all.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t feel closure.

He didn’t need an answer. He just needed to understand.

Because Taichi missed him just as much as Yamato had.

“…You know,” Yamato’s voice was still shaky, but he sniffed it away as he gently whispered, “What you said, about me not wanting to settle down, that’s not true,” Yamato took a second to collect his thoughts. He felt Taichi move away from his shoulder to look at him, “I thought about it. Us having a permanent home together. What’d it looked like, how we’d even manage it. It’s just…” Yamato stopped briefly to wipe his eyes, looking at Taichi with conviction, “I just, didn’t think that I need to mention it. I mean…it was you. Details about a life together seemed so…small. Like I didn’t need to really say it because it was already obvious.” Yamato bit his lip. He swallowed down that pit of anxiety. He backed away just slightly, letting go of Taichi’s embrace.

“…” Taichi moved off of Yamato’s shoulder. He rubbed his eyes, he straightened himself out, “Yeah…to be honest I probably knew that,” Taichi exhaled, “But. So much was changing. Everything that was different seemed to be out of control…and I…got scared,” Taichi shrugged as he felt himself shrink, “I got scared and I started thinking all kinds of things and I didn’t know what else to do.”  

Yamato didn’t tear his gaze away from Taichi. He knew Taichi’s words had a double meaning. He knew it from experience. Taichi was and would always be action oriented. He didn’t have a solution, he’d make one. If his path was blocked, he’d paved a new one. No matter how much burden and extra work that’d take on.

His habit only changed as he got older. Instead of just trampling on through, Taichi would think about the long term effects of it first. His childhood brashness was replaced with a mature responsibility. Taichi didn’t think about himself, he thought about others. And Yamato was always number one on that agenda.

Agonizing over an answer he didn’t have, over things he couldn’t fully comprehend. Getting worried about how he’d wind up hurting Yamato because of it. Then making a choice and forcing himself to stick through with it. Slowly the bits and pieces came to Yamato.

“Taichi, I have to ask,” Yamato started, “…Why haven’t you found someone else.”

“…”

“I mean, if it really mattered that you have a little slice of family and home. Why haven’t you moved out of the city? Why haven’t you met someone that could give you that? It’s been so long you could have done all of that by now.”

“…Seriously?” Taichi chuckled weakly, “Do you really have to ask that.”

Yamato would up responded with a tiny smile of his own, “I want to hear it.”

“Stupid,” Taichi shook his head. Shaking off the first flutter of embarrassment, “I did go on a couple dates you know. None of them lasted, but at least it reminded me that I’m desirable.”

“Idiot,” Yamato clicked his teeth, “I can say the same with me you know.”

“Hey no need to make it a contest now.”

“I still want an answer Taichi.”

Taichi scoffed, chuckling slightly. Before it died down and he pressed his lips together, “It didn’t feel right without you.” Taichi slid his tongue over his dry lip, “No matter who it was…it just wasn’t the same.”

Yamato didn’t nod. He reached over and grabbed Taichi’s hand. The tips of his fingers collided over Taichi’s, before Taichi responded and entangled his hand with Yamato’s just as eagerly.

The promise of their childhood was still relevant as they held hands. Yamato smiled before leaning against Taichi’s forehead. His blue eyes shining rich and clear for the first time in a long while, “It’s the same for me.”

Taichi pushed back just slightly feeling his throat loosen as he gaze back with brunneous eyes that still had enough life to burn, “…I see…” Taichi pressed his nose against Yamato’s slightly, he pressed his lips against each other before speaking, “So...now what?”

Yamato grinned, “That depends. Are you still planning to go to your office?”

Taichi laughed. His eyes grew lighter and his smile was wide, suddenly he was bright again, “I won’t for you.”

“Then it’s settled.”

“…Yeah, I guess it is.”

Their hands were clasped tight together as they leaned against one another. The feeling of closeness that had disappeared from their lives as back and made all of the little details right again. It didn’t matter if Yamato was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, or that Taichi wasn’t even fully dressed. Whether or not they still had bags under their eyes, or they were clearly not tiny teenagers first announcing their feelings for each other.

“…I’m sorry,” Taichi whispered.

“Me too.” Yamato replied right back.

“I don’t want it to be like last time.”

“I don’t either.”

“I’m still going to have irregular hours at work. You’re going to wind up flying up in the atmosphere for extended periods of time.” Taichi sighed.

Yamato paused, “Yeah…but…at least we understand each other better,” Yamato gripped Taichi’s hand tight for a second, “Things change. But so will we. This time…we’ll just make sure to do it together.”

Whatever time they lost could be made up for. Whatever negative feelings they had harbored could be confronted and dealt with. The uncertainty they once were anxious about melted away by the heat of just holding each other’s hands. Yamato rested against Taichi, while Taichi stayed closed against him.

Life always had a way of pressing on. It wasn’t that they needed one each other. They just wanted to. Yamato’s emotions only came on strongly whenever Taichi was involved. Taichi could only ever act like his true self whenever Yamato was somehow concerned.

In the end, they’d always find a way to intertwine themselves. That fate was set the day Taichi grabbed onto Yamato’s head after they finished fighting each other in the snow. It continued on as they punched their senses back into each other. Helped anchor themselves when obstacles tried to blow them off of their feet.

It doesn’t matter if it was a bad decision or good one. How they wound up meeting each other headstrong and ready for a fight.

In a life as different as theirs, there was no one else they rather share it with.

Taichi found himself smiling as Yamato leaned in to press a kiss on a cheek. Still chuckling to himself, Taichi grabbed the back of Yamato’s head so he could tilt it and properly press a firm, proper kiss on his lips which surprised Yamato to the point where he blushed as if he was in high school again.

An eventful morning to follow their crazy night. One that was full of yelling, large teardrops, and the fuzzy feeling of intimacy.

It was a perfect way to start off the rest of their life together.

[cyclone5000writes]

have you ever thought up of disney aus for digimon?

oh  my god!! Yes I have! Several times in fact lol. Although not long enough to write anything substantial but enough to dream about it

ahahaha...i’ll just name the ones off of my head. If I actually took the time to list all of the possibilities this would be WAY too long of a list xD

Taiora- Aladdin

I know this is a cheesy choice, but I’m a sucker. Sora, being so capable and brave. Taichi, who is a bit of a trickster and is struggling to make his place. and they both wind up meeting each other....orz oh I think they’d be so cute. 

Taishiro-Atlantis

come on. Scientist Koushiro, discovering this lost land and learning of all the relics and ancient writing. Only to come across the people and meeting the Atlantean prince Taichi and--omg Koushiro’s face being completely flustered when Taichi is stripping down going ‘do you swim?’ and koushiro is just a blubbering mess lol

TaiYama-Beauty and the Beast

okay. I’m gonna have to mention @crackotps here. Cause this came up when we were chatting with each other. Where Yamato is the Beast, and has been isolated in his castle for so long, while Taichi is just a normal guy thats all like ‘dude really? get wifi in here. people LOVE furries you’ll be set’and basically its Yamato being well mannered while Taichi is just all over the place. The first time they have dinner it just goes like this

Taichi is like, “why is this fork so small” where Yamato is like “Thats a salad fork” And Taichi gets more confused, “what the hell? what kind of a beast eats salad.” 

before it gets all sappy lol Taichi realizes how much of Yamato’s life had been in isolation and how he’s been all by himself. So even if he can leave, he stays behind to at least try and cheer Yamato from all of the doom and gloom. He starts by opening up all the drapes to all the windows, dragging Yamato outside to the courtyard with him, and eventually they grow close to one another

Yamato + Takeru-Frozen

I know it’s super duper cheesy. BUT Come on. Yamato would sO be overdramatic enough to run away, and make himself a castle and a sparkly outfit while doing up  his hair real-cool like. And then Takeru is just like ‘welp gotta find my brother now’ xD

Sorato-The Little Mermaid

Okay okay okay. YOu could think of it in the most basic sense. With Sora being the mermaid and Yamato as Prince Eric. okay sure.

BUT bear with me a moment

imagine Yamato, a merman, always getting upset from being so scruntized so he swims up to remote coves and sings his emotions out. Sora. A princess of the kingdom, always winds up taking walks on the beach to clear her head, hears Yamato’s singing and tries to find out who it is (yamato always dives back underwater when she comes near). After the first couple of times, Yamato becomes curious of Sora and wants to meet her. And thus makes the deal to be a human. 

And like. among that mess. Taichi is the sebastian! The Crab! And he’s like ‘what the--WHAT THE FUCK! Dude! you’re the most antisocial! awkward guy in the entire ocean! Why would you trade away your ONLY TALENT OMG! --YOu know what! NEvermind! get her in a row boat! I’ll set the  mood!” 

and then when the kiss scene fails (like all the other times) crab!taichi is just like ‘oh my god. why ME’ But Sora is really understanding, and eventually he understands all that Yamato has trouble conveying before he gets his voice back 

Michi- The Princess and the Frog

Okay. I know its cheesy. But imagine. Mimi, working so hard to make a pastry shop of her own. Taichi being way too carefree cause all he does is coast through everything and stop to sing and dance and fool around any chance he gets. They both wind up in t his crazy predicament, and wind up learning each other while bickering before they wind up caring about each other AHHhhHHH

annnd i could go on. but i dont want this to get overbearing and long >///> ahhh thank you for the ask

[cyclone5000writes]

A simple morning

Digimon.  Pairing: Taichi/Yamato  3328 Words. Warnings: none

Summary: Being apart is never easy. Especially after mornings like these. 

Written for the @digiotpweek event. Day Three: Stargazer Lily- “I wish you were here” 

A/N: woooo I managed to get another story done for this week! haha, again it’s another fluffy story. One that I ready to flip my desk over and slam it to the ground cause it was just so sappy. hahaha...

again. sweet stories that stay happy aren’t really my comfort zone. I wasn’t even planning on writing this until @varichina started talking to me about ‘oh imagine if Taichi and Yamato went to different universities and basically traveled to see each other any chance they got!!’ Then somewhere after painting the image of neck tickles I was like already half way done with writing this story. Might as well finish it at that point.

Even if it has some faults, I do hope that everyone enjoys reading this! Thank you very much.

Mornings were simple for Yamato.

It wasn’t unusual to wake up in a cold, empty bed. He lived alone. Hours away from the home that he grew up in. Every street, all the markets, the slight changes of the weather transitions. Despite being in his home country, this city wasn’t his home. It was someplace new. Different. A place he’d have to adjust too.

He learned how to navigate from his university to his apartment in record timing. He figured out which shops had the best prices for different kinds of necessities. He knew when to put on gloves and when it was time to stop wearing scarves again.

Coming back home was always oddly nostalgic. All of the little details he rewrote with new memories would flood back into him like a waterfall of fresh water. No matter how long it’d been since he last came home, he’d fall right back into place without even thinking twice about it. Back and forth. Between Tokyo and Kyoto. Staying true to new routines. Unable to truly forget old ones.

Some of the habits and tricks overlapped each other. He still rinsed his bowl before scrubbing it with soap. He’d still get frustrated when the remote didn’t automatically change the channel, and he’d be forced to try every angle that the mobility in his wrist allowed.

Yamato adjusted to sleeping and waking up alone just fine.

Ever since Yamato moved out for college, it’s been like this. Due to the severity of his program, he was forced to learn quickly. He had already gotten used to doing almost everything on his own. That included sleeping in a bed that never had the comfort Yamato missed. No matter the amount of blankets he had, there was always a certain level of warmth missing. The security of another person. The sparkling image of drowsily waking up to the one person who somehow made the morning bright without opening the shutters on the window.

So when he woke up pushed to one side of the bed, while the other was completely empty—he was fine. He yawned and stretched just the same. Rolled over to check the time on his phone and clear out any notifications that popped up during the night. Eventually he got up out of bed, threading across the floor with sleep still in his eyes, and a slight soreness emanating from his lower back.

He went out of the bedroom to march straight into the bathroom. Only to realize, that the layout of this apartment wasn’t the same as the one he lived in Kyoto.

He froze for a split second. In cold blood he tried to piece together what was missing. But his dazed mind was cut off, as he heard the sound of some quiet sizzling and low humming.

Yamato shook his head. The last of his drowsiness gone as he remembered everything fully well. This was Taichi’s apartment. This weekend he decided to come up seeing as he started his labs late on Mondays, while Taichi had his early morning classes.

Light smile in place, Yamato walked over toward the kitchen. He knew Taichi would be there, probably finding something to eat, but that didn’t mean that he was fully expecting the image in front of him.

Yamato leaned against the entryway of the kitchen. It was obvious that when Taichi woke up the only thing he cared about was covering himself up enough to not be shivering while rummaging through his fridge for food. The sweater Taichi was wearing belonged to Yamato. He could tell simply by the color, after all, Taichi would never buy himself a grey sweater. And…that was it. A sweater, a pair of black boxer-briefs that would peep out from under the hem. Those were Taichi’s. Yamato would never buy underwear with a red trim.

Yamato couldn’t help but smile to himself. First thing he had to see waking up on a Sunday morning.

Yamato pushed off from the wall, walking over and immediately hugging Taichi from behind. He could feel the slight tension in Taichi’s shoulder, followed by the tiny gasp of surprise as Yamato hugged him tight around the waist.

“Ah, Yamato!” Taichi chirped, turning his head around to look Yamato in the eye. Despite it only being mid-morning, Taichi had a lightness to his eyes, it only made his smile that much more noticeable, “You scared me for a second, I thought you were still asleep.”

“I was,” Yamato shrugged, “Then I woke up. You were already gone.”

Taichi nervously chuckled, “…Yeah, sorry about waking up before you. I wanted to grab a quick bite but then I figured it’d be better to just start making breakfast. I was going to wake you up soon though.”

Yamato nodded. He glanced to the stove where Taichi had some kind of an omelet cooking. Before gazing over the counter where the carton of eggs and chopsticks he used were still there, “Hm, that’s fine,” He hoarsely muttered. Then he cleared his throat. He probably wasn’t as awake as he originally thought.

No. Not especially so. Cause his eyes just followed down the smoothness of Taichi’s skin. The big difference between Yamato’s tastes in clothes versus Taichi’s, was that Taichi almost always bought collared shirts or crew necks, while Yamato often sported v-necks. And that difference what was making Yamato’s heart internally leap and bound.

There was a slight difference in fit. Yamato’s sweater fit loosely around Taichi. Sleeves rolling up to his knuckles like they were meant to protect his hands from the cold. One end of the wide neck threatened to slide over and off had Taichi been a smidge slimmer.  Because of their closeness, Yamato’s sharp eyes could see the lines of Taichi neck concave downward to his chest. Hardly any blemishes they enacted this weekend were still visible.

Yamato barely feigned attention as he clutched his arm around Taichi’s waist tightly. Swiping a tongue over his bottom lip first, Yamato didn’t care if Taichi skipped over what he was saying as he pressed a kiss right on Taichi’s neck.

“Ahh, Yamato!” Taichi chuckled as he pulled away.  Taichi light push was hardly anything serious. Which only prompted Yamato to press another kiss. And another. And another one on top of that. Kissing upward on Taichi’s cheek before continuing his onslaught back down.

Taichi’s chuckle fluttered to a series of laughs that he couldn’t keep down as he pressed against Yamato’s chest. He shouted out a plea here and there for Yamato to stop attacking his ticklish spots. But the more he protested, the harder Yamato pressed his lips against Taichi’s skin. The larger his smile grew as he could feel the slight jump in his pulse as he was doing so.

“No seriously! Cut it out!” Taichi pushed Yamato’s chin away. His voice was scratchy from all of the laughing, and Taichi rubbed his ear with his shoulder to try and brush off any leftover tingling sensations.

Yamato was going to say a retort. But his mouth hung slightly open as he wound up staring at Taichi’s smile. The wide grin that managed to make Yamato’s sweater dull in color. As if this smile was custom made for him. When, in reality Yamato knew that he was just lucky.

Lucky enough to have Taichi with him like this. That despite all of their pig headedness. The arguments they spat at each other, how easily the little things caused them the distance between them to widen. Those factors were just miniscule details on a morning like this. It didn’t matter where Yamato physically was. What habits he had to remember or what even would come next. For this pocket of time, he had Taichi with him, unguarded and happy. Smiling without a care in the world, and all because Yamato was right there beside him.

Yamato caught onto Taichi’s smile. Small and subtle instead of Taichi’s which was still full of choice giggles.  He buried his face against Taichi’s shoulder blade, sighing into Taichi’s scent as he chuckled on his own. It was almost unfair how easily Taichi could make Yamato’s heart sing. How just by shaking his head and resting his hands on top of his, Yamato’s stomach was instantly in a flurry of fluttering emotions.

“Huh?” Taichi tried to crane his neck, “what are you doing now?”

“Nothing at all.”

“Hm,” Taichi absentmindedly leaned back, feeling the hairs of Yamato’s bangs brush up against his neck again which caused an involuntary smile, “Okay, come on. I’ll finish making some food, you need to go clean up and get ready.”

Yamato groaned, face still buried against Taichi’s shoulder blade, “All the packing is done.”

“You sure, you’re not forgetting anything like last time right?” Taichi grabbed the nearby spatula and lifted the cooked omelet onto a piece of bread.

“That was you remember?” Yamato’s voice was muffled down. Taichi started eating his quick sandwich, and the movement made Yamato lift away from the back of Taichi’s shoulder.  

Taichi took a large bite from his food, “What? Me forgetting something? I’d never do that.”

“You basically forgot your entire bag. You had to get off a stop mid-way and come back for it.”

“Well…you forgot your phone charger once!”

“Once. Years ago. That was before I moved out.”

“Still counts,” Taichi muttered with a snide smirk as he took another large bit out of the egg and bread combo.

Yamato rolled his eyes, “I already packed last night. Double checked it and everything,” Yamato looked directly back at Taichi, “All that’s left is to leave and make it to the station on time.”

There was an innate silence that came from that. Yamato regretted saying such a statement the second after it came out.

It wasn’t that it wasn’t the truth.

It was more of…saying is so bluntly wasn’t a good idea.

Taichi took the final bite out of his makeshift sandwich. Looking down at the ground with a solemn expression. Yamato recognized the look almost immediately. The small shift in emotions that Taichi would rather not say out loud. The small droop in his shoulders that matched the darkening of his iris.

All of it and more. Yamato could read Taichi easily. It took trial and error over the years. But the risk was overwhelmed by the award. Yamato didn’t need Taichi to voice all of his feelings out anymore. Not when Taichi was the type of person who couldn’t hide their feelings.

“It’s okay,” Yamato commented, moving toward Taichi and rubbing his arm gently, “Once the semester is over, I’ll be back for the entirety of vacation. A few months will be nothing considering how busy we’ll both be. It’ll fly by before you know it.”

“…Yeah,” Taichi’s voice was soft, quiet even. It was completely unfitting. It saddened Yamato just by knowing that Taichi was going to be affected by this.

It wasn’t like Yamato wasn’t hurt by this. But it was a decision that they both made. That they both needed to make. Taichi’s career had to stay in the capital. Yamato’s was farther out. Kyoto was just the start. Deep down Yamato knew that he’d have to go out of country, and if he was fortunate enough, he’d eventually be out of orbit.

And that distance was going to happen. Even at the cost of staying together and sharing blissful mornings such as these.

“…Hey,” Yamato made Taichi turn around to face him. As Taichi looked up at him with his rich dark eyes, Yamato leaned in and sealed Taichi for a light kiss. The gap was tight as Yamato pressed his lips against Taichi’s. He could feel the difference in their intake of breathing as the meaning being their words were overtaken by their actions. The kiss was brief, and Yamato pulled away slowly, “It’ll be fine. Okay?”

His question was more or a statement. More of a reminder considering how Taichi dealt with distance between the two of them. He hated it of course. Always acting like it was the end of the world when they were apart. First he’d leave a series of text messages, and always called during Yamato’s breaks. It wasn’t until some time had passed and Taichi got more involved with work that he lessened up. That was the only way Taichi could with being apart. Taichi had a habit of overworking to delay the noticing whatever feelings he had. That was just the way he managed to cope with it.

Taichi didn’t say anything. He wrapped his arms around Yamato’s neck, bringing him down and closer this time, and pulled him in for another kiss. This one didn’t have the same delicacy and added meaning that Yamato’s had. It burned Yamato’s lips, forcing him to feel the heat spread inside of him as Taichi hugged him tight and made sure that he was close enough. Yamato sucked in whatever breath he could manage before hugging Taichi around his waist and leaning into him.

One kiss turned into two. Then three. Then four. Until they could no longer keep track of when they mouths separated and when they collided. Taichi’s fingers sunk into Yamato’s hair, pulling the blond strands back as he tilted his head and opened his mouth for another heated kiss. Yamato hands crawled up and down Taichi’s thigh as he pushed Taichi back against the counter. Taichi lead him on, Yamato followed. From sliding their tongues against one another, to nipping the edge of their lips. Yamato absentmindedly flicked the stove off before sliding his hand back under the loose sweater.

All words that they wanted to say

“Don’t go”

“Stay with me”

“I’ll miss you”

“I love you”

They all melted into one another and only came out in the sounds of shuddered gasps and the muffled sounds of them pressing close to one another. Not needing to be heard, but felt.

Taichi pulled away and whispered Yamato’s name. Yamato felt shivers running down his back and couldn’t resist leaning back in and letting Taichi drive him back for one more kiss. It felt like each time they parted Taichi repeated his name. And each time Yamato heard the longing and desperation laced in his name, Yamato pulled himself back in.

It was the simple things that meant the most. Yamato wasn’t the fanciest guy, he wore plain shirts if they looked nice on him. He had a simple apartment that had the bare furnishings inside.

The small moments between him and Taichi were the quickest. They were times when Taichi would first greet him with a large smile that seemed to only exist for Yamato’s sake. It was when Yamato turned on the TV and Taichi would wind up dozing off asleep on his shoulder. When they would be walking down the street and Taichi would ‘sneakily’ hold his hand. The small patches in their busy lives where they didn’t have any other obligations. Just the chance to be themselves. In all of the good and bad glory. For when they were together, that’s all they had to be.

Yamato rested his forehead against Taichi’s. He could see the small smile on Taichi as he rubbed their noses together. Yamato wound up reciprocating the same light smile as well, even as he felt Taichi wrap his arms tighter around his neck. He dipped down easily. Smoothly catching Taichi in another long kiss.

Small moments like this were enough. It wasn’t plentiful. Not nearly to the degree that he wished for and that Taichi needed. But it was enough to remind each other of how they felt. How they weren’t alone.

Alone.

That’s what Yamato was feeling right now.

He sat in the corner of the train car. Leaning against the wall with the pillow wedged between him and the window. Yamato hardly moved as he sat there in silence. All he could hear was the bitter emptiness of the wheels gliding over the rails, and wind rapidly whipping around the speeding train.

His blanket had fallen off, probably because he was moving in his seat. The thin fleece was originally wrapped up to his shoulders, but now had fallen lamely into his lap. Folding over itself as most of the fabric had fell to the floor.

The train car was mostly empty. There were some people of course, but given the destination and the time of day, Yamato didn’t have to worry about any kids or loud people causing a fuss while traveling south. Usually that was a good thing, but given his current situation, he would have rather welcomed a distraction right now.

It’d only been a couple of hours since he left Taichi’s apartment in Tokyo. Soon he’d reach his station. He’d have to travel back home in the routes he familiarized himself with. Head back into his apartment, and make sure he had everything ready for his class lecture tomorrow.

Yamato knew all of what he had to do. But all he could think of was Taichi’s bright smile, and his loud goodbye as Yamato left. How they’d riddled themselves till the very last second that they could. Trying to leave each other on a happy note rather than a solemn promise.

He knew that memories weren’t as good at the real thing. The more he thought about how Taichi was in the kitchen, wearing a sweater that didn’t fit him in the slightest. The more Yamato yearned for it. He wished that tomorrow when he woke up, he’d be greeted with the same image once more.  

Yamato left the sweater with Taichi. Even if he knew that Taichi would probably never wear it, he still left it with him. Having Taichi change into an impersonal set of clothes right as he had to leave felt wrong. Yamato didn’t actually Taichi that he enjoyed seeing him wear his clothes. Probably for the better. Taichi wouldn’t let Yamato forget about that any time soon.

No longer comfortable, Yamato let a long sigh as he sat up straight in his seat and reached over to his bag to grab his headphones. He played a random song. It didn’t matter what it was, just so long as it was enough to drown out the sounds of Taichi’s laughter.

Taichi’s smile. His warmth. The click of his tongue as Yamato mentioned something he didn’t like. It had only been a short amount of time since he left Taichi. But he already could feel his heart hurting as if it had been weeks.

Yamato stared aimlessly out of the window, trying to let the blurry images of trees, grass, and whatever else was along the rails to prevent him from thinking about Taichi looked.

This weekend had been short. But he knew that since the beginning. After this semester was over, he’d be able to come back for a few weeks instead of a handful of hours. But while he told himself that a few months wasn’t that long, especially compared to what they have been through previously. It still didn’t make the current emotions dampen down.

Yamato let out another sigh and turned the volume up. When he got to his apartment he’d give Taichi a call. He’d probably stay on the line as Taichi rambled on and on about random stuff that he’d done. A call that’d burn through Yamato’s cell plan in just one day, but those details were pointless.

Right now it was just going to different universities. As they got older, it’d be different things keeping them apart. Either way, that was just how their lives were. They may not be the most normal when it came to relationships, even less so when long distance a major factor.

But those were things Yamato didn’t care about.

A simple morning was enough.

But one that was fill with Taichi’s warm presence was stronger.

He’d just have to wait till it was time to share one again.

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A piece of peace

Digimon. Pairing: Taichi x Takeru (Platonic). Words: 5019. Warnings: two dudes sleeping on a couch I guess. Minor jabs at Yamato. 

Summary: Taichi was just doing homework when suddenly Takeru shows up at his doorstep, sobbing his heart out. Not knowing what to do, Taichi tries to comfort Takeru the best he can. 

Written for the @digiotpweek event. Day one: Iris- “Your friendship is precious”

A/N: This fic was hard for me to write! I started this expecting this to be a simple story that I could write quickly. But it ended up taking a lot of effort! I wound up missing the day this prompt was for, but that’s okay! 

I’m a little worried about how this came out, but hey! It’s good to try something new! Hahaha...

I hope you guys enjoy this little story of mine! 

Link to read the story on FFnet [X]

Or read the story under the cut. 

Hot water in. Instant coffee powder dissolved. Splash of milk. Two cups of sugar. Taichi didn’t have to take a sip to see if needed to add anything else. His late night coffee mix was perfect. After all, this was his third time making it this week.

It was late, a boring night for Taichi. He had a paper to write, and was left all alone to do so. It was just Taichi, his cup of coffee, and more words on a worn out keyboard about why housing market prices were a factor in determining a gross domestic product.

Taichi couldn’t help but groan at the thought of it. His major was interesting. But his classes were so boring.

He rested his lips on the edge of his mug, blowing gently as he tried to walk back toward his room. Along the way, he heard the doorbell ring. Taichi jerked back, as he turned his head around to glare at the front door. Who the hell would be here half past eleven? Yamato was out tonight. Bar hopping with his lab partners as they just finished some tough exam. And Taichi definitely didn’t invite anyone over considering how economic crises since the 1940’s was demanding his immediate attention. If Yamato was coming home tonight, he had a key. If he lost the key, his lab mates had Taichi’s cell number. So who the hell would actually be bothering to ring the doorbell?

Taichi’s questioning glare faltered as a light knock thudded against the door. Well. Whoever it was, they weren’t very patient.

Taichi sighed, putting his mug on the counter. As he treaded through the modest apartment, he unlocked the door before checking to see who it was, “Yes?—!”

“Nii-san!!” A wet slobbering cry ripped through Taichi’s ears. Only followed by a heavy tackle that near knocked the wind out of Taichi. In an immediate sense of urgency, Taichi grabbed onto the door frame to prevent himself from falling, small hands gripped the front Taichi’s shirt, pulling it down to the point where the material around the collar stretched. The heavy force that was pushing him back was only aided by the person digging his head further in Taichi’s chest. Taichi could hear heavy sobs and all he saw was a head of darkened blond hair that was getting tangled by all of the movement.

“Takeru?” Taichi managed to stumble out, “What—”

“Nii-san!!! It’s horrible!!” Takeru wailed out anyway, “It’s awful, stupid! I hate this so much!!!”

“Uh well—”

“Niiiiii-san!!! I don’t want to do this anymore! This is the worst! The absolute worst!!! Just tie me up and throw me in the ocean! Put me in a box and ship me out in the middle of Antarctica! Just anything so I don’t have to deal with this anymore! Nii-san!!”

“I’m not—”

“Nii-san!! I’m tired of this! Why can’t I just act dumb and be someone’s stupid trophy husband! That’s possible isn’t it! I don’t want to suffer from hard work anymore! I just want to live easy and not have to worry about anything anymore!”

“Well that’s—”

“Niiiii-saaaan!!”

Taichi near growled, “Takeru!” He grit out between his teeth, grabbing onto Takeru’s to pull him off, “I’m not Yamato!”

Finally free from the grating ‘nii-sans’ Taichi could get a good solid look at his surprise visitor. Takeru sniffed, his light blue eyes were cloudy and red shot. His nose was dripping (though the intense continually sniffing prevented the snot from running down) but most of all, the expression on his face was twisted in confusion. Almost as if he had forgotten that both his brother and Taichi lived together since starting university.

Takeru cleared his throat. Rubbing his face clean with the ends of sleeve, “Tai-Taichi,” He stuttered, cheeks now flushing with color, “Uh I...sorry about that,” His attempt at chuckling to cover up his embarrassment failed, miserably, “Is um…my brother home…”

Taichi didn’t have any expression clear on his face. He sighed and shook his head, “Uh no, he’s gonna be out late. He might even not come back home today.”

Takeru shrank. Pouting, sniffling, eyes threatening to spill over once again, “Oh I see,” Takeru fiddled with the ends of his jacket.

He couldn’t help the rush of concern and worry from overtaking him. No one could stay so icy after seeing Takeru so broken and ruining every attempt at keeping himself held together. Taichi hated seeing people so sad. Hated seeing his friends like this even more. Triple when it came to the innocent ones like Takeru.

“Just come on in already,” Taichi stepped aside, making room for Takeru to walk in. Upon seeing Takeru’s hesitation, “Come on now, it’s better than crying out in the middle of the hallway now right?”

At Taichi’s unbashful comment, Takeru blushed and looked down at the ground. He didn’t even look up as he marched inside and Taichi closed the door behind him. With a simple few clicks of the lock he was met with Taichi patting his shoulder again, “Uh thank you…Taichi…I’m sorry to barge in here unannounced.”

“Nah, it’s fine, I’m been pretty boring lately anyway,” Taichi smiled, “I just heated up some water though, you want anything? Tea? Coffee?”

Takeru shook his head, “I’m fine.”

Taichi rolled his eyes, “Uh huh, ‘cause sobbing till your eyes dry up is always an indicator that you’re fine,” Taichi ruffled the top of Takeru’s head nodding toward the couch, “Go sit down, I’ll fix you something.”

Takeru was going to protest. He had his mouth open for a comeback and was ready with an excuse and everything. But Taichi was already out of view, opening a cabinet to grab another mug before pouring it full with water straight from a kettle. Pouting, ever so slightly, Takeru gave up with a mild sigh before perching himself in the corner of the couch.

He felt silly. He knew that it was a bad idea to come here without properly making arrangements in the first place. But Yamato didn’t answer his phone when he tried calling him. And despite reason telling him that it’d be better to wait till the weekend to come over and visit. After what all had happened today, he just couldn’t wait for the weekend. Not healthily at least.

How was he supposed to know that Yamato would actually have plans out? Takeru scoffed as he balled his fists on top of his knees and seethed in place. In the end, he could always blame Yamato. Blame him and his stupid inconsistent self who’d complain about always being at home studying, yet staying out all night the one Thursday night Takeru needed to see him.

“Here,” Takeru’s cursing was momentarily stopped as Taichi came from out of the kitchen. Takeru eyed the small mug that was offered to him, watching the steam waft up from the hot liquid before disappearing into the air around them, “I don’t know how you take your coffee, or your tea. So I just made you some hot chocolate.” Taichi smiled. The grin on his lips only growing bigger as Takeru nodded and grabbed the mug out from his hands.

“…Thanks,” Takeru held his drink with two hands. Still sitting like a parrot on a branch as stared at the swirling brown liquid. Even though he wasn’t thirsty. And he didn’t feel like drinking something warm while his cheeks were still flushed. But he twirled the mug around, relaxing just a tiny bit as he took a sip of the hot cocoa and was reminded just how nice sweet chocolate drinks were.

Taichi sat on the other end, he also had a mug and he took a large drink out of it, “So,” Taichi started, “What happened?”

Takeru ceased his tiny sips, freezing in mid horror and shook his head, “Nothing.”

“No point in lying now,” Taichi shook his head, “I already know something is wrong. Talking about these things will make you feel better you know.”

“I know but…” Takeru took another sip. Shuddering for some reason.

“There’s a blanket over on the arm rest.”

“Hm? Oh, thanks.”

“Its fine you know, I may not be the best at understanding, but I’m a pretty good listener you know?”

Takeru pulled the blanket over him, “It’s just an…overreaction, that’s all,” Takeru took another sip of the hot chocolate, “I’m really fine. It’s been a rough day, and I just wanted to vent.” Takeru sucked in his bottom lip before sighing out loud, “I’m sorry if I worried you Taichi. I just…was overwhelmed. I’ll be okay now.”

Takeru sat still with his mug clasped in his lap. He did really mean that. It was just a lapse in judgement that he shouldn’t have let get under his skin. But he was tired. He rushed over here thinking he could just complain to Yamato and have him do nothing but mutter the occasional grunt.

That is what he had the emotional capacity for. Not an actual conversation. Especially not one that required opening up.

He looked away from Taichi’s eyes. He could feel the intense stare, silently reading him and judging him for all that he has shown already. It burned. It scorched. Takeru felt unusually transparent.

Taichi sighed, but Takeru still kept his downward stare at the floor. He heard Taichi mutter something under his breath, but it was too low for Takeru to actually distinguish what Taichi had said.

What he did notice was Taichi getting up. Scooting over the couch with one simple glide which automatically made Takeru tense up. He snapped his head toward Taichi, mouth agape to formulate some form of question and protest. But it all just died down instantly as Taichi ruffled his hair.

“It’s okay,” Taichi said. Takeru’s hair slid through Taichi’s fingers easily as he briefly rubbed his fingertips along his scalp. Maybe it was the softness in Taichi’s voice. It also could be that Takeru did enjoy having his hair played with. In the end, the simple gesture did make Takeru’s shoulders drop and his hands around the mug loosen. Even when Taichi stopped patting his head, “Just start at the beginning.”

Takeru paused, holding the mug loosely in his hands as he glanced up at Taichi, “are you sure? It’s not…it’s really stupid.”

“Obviously not stupid enough for you travel across town to try and talk about this,” Taichi shook his head, insisting with the tone of his voice, “You’ll feel better if you get it off of your chest.”

Takeru bit the inside of his lip. Forcing himself to stay steeled instead of giving into Taichi’s inviting offer, “Well, talking with Yamato is different than talking with you. I can waste Yamato’s time no problem, but…” He sighed. He sucked the leftover sweetness on his tongue so he didn’t have risk his guard slipping by moving.

“Dude, I listen to Yamato ramble on and on about guitar picks and how the heaviness of a pencil will affect his productivity levels,” Taichi rolled his eyes. He’d rank that rant number two on the ‘most useless diva habits’ that Yamato had, “I can handle whatever is upsetting you.”

Taichi watched Takeru with open eyes. He saw how he shrunk further as he slouched with an extra added pressure on his shoulders. Takeru’s eyes seemed too bleary and his hands were too tense for Taichi’s comfort. Takeru’s sense of youth and positivity was too far gone for Taichi to simply leave him alone. Granted maybe confrontation wasn’t the best way of having Takeru deal with his problems. When Taichi thought about it, the only person he ever helped with emotional stress was with Yamato. And seven times out of ten, it was only because he got tired of dealing with Yamato’s passive aggressiveness and wouldn’t stop yelling at Yamato until he solved the problem right then and there.

He couldn’t resist pouting. Urging Takeru wasn’t working. He had the distinct feeling that if he pushed Takeru it’d only make him feel worse. Taichi’s headstrong way of caring for his friends deeply wasn’t applicable in this case.

But. When in doubt. Act it out. Acting on instinct never failed Taichi before.

Taichi finished his drink in one large gulp. He placed it on the table before scooting over in one smooth glide, ignoring Takeru’s flinch, as he reached over. He fixed the blanket around Takeru, properly draping it over the small shoulders as if he were tucking him into bed. He folded the blanket around Takeru’s neck, patting it smooth along his shoulder blades, and even making sure it properly covered his arms so he could move without the fleece rolling off.

“Just start at the beginning,” Taichi added with a soft smile, he wrapped his arm around Takeru, rubbing his shoulder in slow circles. He could feel Takeru finally relax, so Taichi took it as a positive sign and kept holding onto Takeru.

The silence lingered on for a moment more. The tight grip on the half empty mug was beginning to unravel as Takeru’s heartbeat stopped jarring him. He couldn’t deny that he felt good to be held like this. Taichi was warm. The crook of his neck was supportive and comfortable. The shoulder rub felt nice. And again, Taichi was warm. Gently so. Better at radiating heat than a fuzzy blanket or freshly sweetened hot chocolate. Takeru couldn’t help but sink further against Taichi as he sighed out softly.

“…I’ve been doing some uh…” Takeru bit his cheek for the last time, “writing lately.”

Taichi raised an eyebrow. Not really knowing what kind of response Takeru was expecting from such a vague statement, “Okay, what kind of writing?”

“It’s um…well so far it’s not a specific style yet.”

“I mean what did you write?”

“A story.”

“Okay,” Taichi chuckled. It was better than nothing at least, “What’s the story about?”

“…” Takeru looked down. Taichi noticed Takeru gripping onto his mug tightly again, immediately taking a sip all while still avoiding eye contact, “It doesn’t matter,” The comment was bitter enough to leave a bad taste in Taichi’s mouth, “It’s not…I didn’t do a good job on it. It was a bad idea in the first place. But I submitted it anyway. And now…”

Takeru stopped himself with a defeated sigh. Taichi didn’t need for Takeru to finish before he got the idea, “Where did you submit this story?”

“This little online community,” Takeru tried to break the tension with a smile. It didn’t work, “It’s not that big of deal really. I don’t know what I was expecting in the first place. I just decided I’d try it out and see what happens.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“What did happen?” Taichi didn’t need to hear it explicitly. It was obvious from the lines on Takeru’s forehead to the shuffling of his toes. But even if Taichi didn’t need to hear it. Takeru did. Things that were spoken out loud couldn’t be clouded by anxiety, or pushed aside by denial. And if Takeru was going to deal with this, he’d have to admit it.

By the way Takeru looked away and lost the attempted smile, Taichi could tell that he struck a nerve. Struck a nerve, and snapped it hard. It almost made Taichi hug Takeru tight and start whispering ‘it’s okay, it’s alright’ over and over again. But Taichi knew that it wouldn’t actually help Takeru. Not in a beneficial way.

“Takeru.”

“…”

Takeru still stayed quiet. Not wanting to go into detail about it. This was part of the reason why he wanted to talk to Yamato and no one else. His brother would relent and just pamper him until he felt better. Waiting for Takeru to take his own time in addressing how he was feeling. That’s why he came here instead of phoning one of his friends.

“Takeru.”

“…No one liked it,” Takeru whispered. Immediately, fighting back the first feeling he had when he checked to see what people said and feeling the first pit of anguish drop inside of his stomach, “Barely anyone read it. And those who did had…nothing good to say about it.”

Takeru broke into a dry laugh. One that tried not to sound too crack, “Again, I wasn’t really expecting anything in the first place. This is just a little board for short stories, and it’s not like I spent weeks on writing it…but when I went to check how it was doing and I saw all of the negative feedback I can’t help but feel—”

“Discouraged completely?”

“Yeah that.”

Because Takeru was talking, his shoulders weren’t stiff, and there was some strength in his posture. But after he had finished telling his story, he deflated. Sinking down against Taichi as any feeling inside of him was replaced with lethargy. The only reason why Takeru wasn’t slipping down into a puddle on the floor was because Taichi held him up.

Even if Takeru was saying that it wasn’t that big of a deal. It was plain to see that he was deeply affected. Taichi didn’t blame him, anyone would feel bad if they were faced with such a negative situation. Even if Taichi didn’t know the extent of Takeru’s hobbies, he could safely guess that writing was something that he favored. If this really was his first time putting himself out there, it made sense that he’d be wounded.

“You know, it’s okay to feel bad,” Taichi brushed the bangs out of Takeru’s head, and lifted up his chin to try to perk him up for a second, “If it’s the best that you did, then you have nothing to worry about. It just means that you can improve and you can be better than this.”

Takeru nodded, barely, “Yeah I know.”

“You can’t expect to be amazing right off the bat. Almost everything takes practice. It’s not like I didn’t fall over all the time when I first played soccer. And I highly doubt Yamato was born knowing how to blow correctly in a metal harmonica. It’s okay to be less than perfect.”

“I know that too.”

This wasn’t getting anywhere. Again Taichi was faced with a closed off Takeru with no idea how to open him up.  He was starting to feel bad, because it was Takeru of all people that was feeling like this. Feeling something so common that people  around the world could identify with such a struggle. Taichi himself had been in and out of such doubtful periods. Soccer. University. Hell, even his major! There have been several times when he had a hit from other’s opinions. And while the difficulty varied based off of the comment that was made, Taichi knew what he had to do in order to regain his confidence.

But it seems that any attempt he could make to pull Takeru out of this rut would backfire. Taichi couldn’t help someone who couldn’t help themselves. He wasn’t that kind of a helper. Or that kind of a friend in the first place.  

Taichi grit his teeth, now he was wishing Yamato hadn’t gone out. That he was here. Making Takeru feel better quickly and efficiently instead of this botched up job.

However, he tried not to show any of that turmoil. Even if it would have gone unnoticed seeing as Takeru never bothered to look up. Right now Taichi’s mood wasn’t important. Takeru’s wellbeing was the pivotal in Taichi’s world at the moment. And even if Taichi wasn’t the most qualified, he’d have to do his best.

Carefully, so soft that a child would rest undisturbed, Taichi ran his fingers through Takeru’s hair. He didn’t playfully rough it up, he didn’t pat him for a good job—he pet through his scalp easily. Twirling some of Takeru’s side bangs around his fingers, even bringing his thumb down to rub behind his ear.

Takeru looked up. Staring at Taichi blankly for a moment. Taichi kept playing with his hair as he gave a small smile. A smile that had all of Taichi’s spirit in it, his concern and sentiment, his passion and care. Takeru squinted before lean again in Taichi’s chest. The walls he froze were softened. He knew. Taichi just wanted him to be okay, that’s all.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

Takeru heard Taichi’s question clearly. But only mumbled a nondisclosed answer. Taichi was too sincere for Takeru’s despair. Takeru couldn’t feel better, because he was being stubborn and didn’t want to get over it. Such a childish brooding couldn’t stand a chance if Taichi kept acting like he’d die if Takeru didn’t act cheery again.

Just when Takeru was going to fake happiness just to make feel better, Taichi leaned back into the couch, moving Takeru out of his thoughts. First, the nearly empty mug was placed on the table. Second, Takeru wound up laying down on top of Taichi’s chest as the older brunet sprawled out on the sofa. And third, the blanket was pulled around so that they were fully covered.

“Taichi?” Takeru asked, but was once more met with the same comforting petting.

Taichi shushed him, leaning back against the couch’s armrest, “I know you don’t want to talk about it,” Taichi started off, “And if I force you, it’s just going to make you feel worse instead of better right? So don’t worry, I won’t try to push you any further.”

“…” Takeru didn’t know what he should say to that. He pursed his lips trying to think of something, and was then interrupted by Taichi’s low chuckles reverberating through his chest.

“It’s late,” Taichi spoke through his spaced out laughs, “You’re tired from all of the stress you had to deal with today and any further conversation is just going to make you shut down even more. So take a break. Hell, go to sleep even. We can revisit this when you feel calmer and it’s easier for you to think about it.”

There was a fluffy feeling of both relief and surprise when Taichi so easily laid out his offer, “Well, um…I should probably head home now then Taichi.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Its pitch black outside. You’re not heading back so late.”

“Well—then I can just sleep in Yamato’s room. There’s no point in staying on the couch.”

“…Hm, that’s true,” Taichi yawned out, “But I’m too lazy to get up right now. I didn’t realize just how sleepy I was until I laid down.” Taichi smiled like a goofy child, “If you want to head towards Yamato’s room, I won’t stop you. But I’ll probably stay out here.”

“That’s…” Takeru sighed out. It wasn’t like Takeru wasn’t tired. He probably would stay over for tonight. Sleeping somewhat soundly before having to make the trip back home. It’d be way smarter of him to just take the bed option, Yamato’s room was always decently clean. It wouldn’t be that big of a deal.

Takeru groaned, falling flat on Taichi’s chest again, nuzzling up like a cat to a fireplace. A room that hadn’t been touched all day, where Takeru would have to stay in all by himself. That didn’t sound nice at all. Not when the alternative was using Taichi as a pillow and stealing all of the comfort that Taichi had been giving him all night, “I’m not tired yet.” He lied. Trying to hide his childish pout.

Taichi’s laugh was emphatic without being loud. Takeru could hear it through the chest he was laying on, and the genuineness of it made Takeru smile even, “Well I’m tired,” Taichi replied, his voice growing quiet, “stay here for as long as you want then.”

“Mmh,” Takeru nodded. Resting his head on Taichi, as the other fixed the blanket.

Takeru knew he had been acting out of turn. Considering all of the things he had experienced, truth was he should be more than capable of handling little problems like this. He knew. Knew that and more. But in the midst of his temper he decided to exploit his brother, knowing fully well how Yamato always treats him when he’s not happy. Wasting Yamato’s time wasn’t that big of a deal with Takeru, that’s what brothers were for in the first place.

Accidentally running into Taichi, and having him play as his brother’s substitute was strange though. Taichi was the one that solved people’s problems, not delay them. Takeru felt awkward as Taichi tried to prod him, felt more insecure over how he made such small comments of the internet seem like such a big deal. More so that Taichi had to be the one to hear them all. The only other time Takeru confided in Taichi was when he was a little kid. And that just because he couldn’t grasp situations well and cried any time he was scared. He’s grown considerably since then. He shouldn’t be sweating the small stuff anymore.

Taichi always seemed to have a handle on things. Even if he didn’t, he was charismatic and skilled enough to remedy what he was missing and move on without a hitch. A skill that Takeru didn’t have the same grace with.

He was glad that somehow along the way Taichi was able to understand him. In the past he didn’t think Taichi was capable. But after today, he realized just how considerate of other’s Taichi could manage to be.  Even if it was despite Taichi’s nature to address every conflict to complete closure. For Takeru’s sake, he let go of that. Settling back to what Takeru initially came here for, and that was just simple refuge away from a strained situation and uneasy feelings.

“Oh,” Taichi yawned once more, covering his wide open mouth with the back of his hand, “One more thing.”

Takeru lifted his head, “What is it?”

“Mm, well, you know how you feel bad about the story you wrote right? How it’s your first time actually sharing it publically, first time receiving feedback, and also the first time you saw what can go wrong by putting yourself out there right?”

“…Yeah?”

Taichi rubbed one of his eyes, continuing without missing a beat, “I know you’ve said that you understand that it’s just how these things go and you’ll get better and over this soon enough,” Takeru felt Taichi’s hand drop back down, grazing against his back, “You already know this, but still. I think it’s important that you hear it.”

“Okay.”

Taichi patted Takeru’s head, ruffling it slightly. Takeru could feel Taichi’s fingers snagging on a few hairs before he pet down to the back of his head, “Sure, everyone has trouble when they try something new. Some people stick through it, some people give it up. Those types of choices are both okay depending on the person. But, you were the one that took the first step. And you did it by yourself. That means that this is something that you care about strongly, something that’d make you feel empty if you let go of it.”

The corners of Taichi’s lips turned upward, not large enough to bare any teeth, but grinning with an unfiltered calmness that struck one of Takeru’s heart-strings,  “That’s impressive, Takeru. And you should feel good that you took the chance in the first place. You might feel bad right now. But if you didn’t try this out, you’d feel worse,” Taichi absentmindedly tucked a lock of Takeru’s hair behind his ear, “You’ll figure out what’s the best thing for you to do. And with time, you’ll be able to look at this whole thing and feel good about it. But until then, I want you to know that you did something good, not everyone is brave enough to try. And I’m happy to hear that you did.”

Taichi’s demeanor only added to the how Takeru melted when faced with Taichi’s smile. The brunet was different than most people, he didn’t just offer a smile to people when they were down. He custom made them. Always managing to smile in his eyes to his cheeks and lighting up another’s spirit with a touch of his own.  Taichi had this undying belief in other people, and Takeru could feel the fire in Taichi’s spirit as gently as an ocean’s wave.

Takeru pressed his lips together as he nodded, “Yeah. I know.”

He wasn’t really sure if he could manage to find solid words to put together.  He laid back down.

He did know that. Of course he knew that. He just didn’t…think about it. Not to the level Taichi spoke of.

Unintentionally, Takeru found himself smiling to himself. Closing his eyes easily as he curled up without the hesitation that has been cursing him since this morning.

Taichi was able to give him the small foundation of closure. Wrapped up in a positive way that allowed for Takeru to lament and hope for the best. The moment where he could look back on this small incident with a fondness was closer than he imagined. The sense of accomplishment that came with failure was a light at the end of the tunnel that Takeru could finally see.

“Thanks Taichi.” Takeru rubbed his face against Taichi’s chest, happiness laced in his voice.

“Of course,” Taichi’s voice was bright, just drowsy, “Any time you want to talk about something. I’ll be here.”

Takeru nodded, letting himself drift off as well. Considering how his brother naturally was, it was far less embarrassing for Takeru to confide in Yamato. His brother always made him dinner, coddled him like he was eight, before letting Takeru bring up his internal conflicts at his own pace.

But, Taichi was kind. And considerate.  And damn was he comfortable to sleep on. If there ever was a next time, he’d consider confiding all of his doubts and fears into Taichi. Taichi was a companion, one Takeru realized he could trust.

Takeru sniffed once more. Rubbing his eyes clean just in case. He fell asleep to the beat of Taichi’s heartbeat with a comforting smile on his face.

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Falling like Idiots

Digimon. Pairing: Taichi x Yamato (main) Ken x Takeru (side) Words: 2961. AU. Warnings: ....short shorts and tons of abs? Its just a crack nonsense AU in the first place. 

Summary: It was an accident, a simple accident. But after one one simple mishap now all Yamato is ever going to think of is one roller skating waiter and how he looks like with his midriff exposed. 

A/N: lol I’ve written a lot of crack AUs. But this one takes the cake. It all started over twitter, and how we were talking about what nice boobies Taichi has and then how he’d look in crop tops. And then the ‘what if he worked at a place like hooters?!’ and then the fanart started happening and thus I did my part and wrote a small fic. 

Maybe there will be more....Maybe. 

The one that started it all / Bonus Takeru fanarts <--both are done by @varichina

The Sequel + Cicada Block fanarts <--both are done by @graffiti-flower

This fic is meant to be for fun. So Enjoy it if you read it! :D

This was stupid. Yamato didn’t even want to come here in the first place. He didn’t like restaurants that served this kind of food. He didn’t like people who wore such revealing clothing. Even the clothes themselves were a scam, what kind of company charges more for less fabric!

And so he definitely didn’t want to go to a place that served food he didn’t like, with waiters and waitresses dressed in tight white crop tops and neon tight booty shorts.

But no.  All of a sudden Ken wanted to go to the Macho Cafe for dinner. How someone as reserved as Ken would suddenly be interested in a place like this was beyond Yamato. But Ken kept pushing for it, even getting to a point where he’d go by himself if had to. Yamato had half the nerve to bring up Takeru’s name during all of their squabble. He wasn’t sure how his brother would feel about his boyfriend going to a restaurant where the main selling point was to oogle at the staff. But Ken’s flat glare meant business, so with slow feet, Yamato followed behind Ken into the popular establishment…

But Ken wasn’t the problem right now. Even if he was staring across the table wide eyes and with a large smile on his face.

No. His problem was the…waiter currently in his arms.

“Hehe,” With a sheepish smile that looked embarrassed (just as Yamato was) the guy laughed and tried to sit up without dropping anything else he had in his hands, “Sorry about that…”

There was a difference between the waiter’s embarrassed face and Yamato’s. And it wasn’t that the waiter had an apology to follow after the shy grin.

It was that the guy in his arms was way more attractive and far too adorable for Yamato to properly function.

Yamato couldn’t remember the waiter’s name (or how to breathe) but he did think that the brunet was attractive when he first came to greet them at their table. Even if Yamato wasn’t fond of people showing too much their midriffs or inner thighs, Yamato’s eyes naturally traveled downward when he came to pass out menus and take down what drinks they wanted.  He didn’t order anything besides water because his throat had suddenly got parched when saw that the waiter’s tan complexion was natural and extended all the down his navel.

He made sure he was subtle about it. And even if Ken gave him an all-knowing glance he didn’t say anything outright. But Yamato made sure he kept his composure as ‘cool’ he wasn’t about to lose it all because one of the staff members just happened to have a nice ass as he roller bladed away from the table.

That was until he tripped and fell on Yamato.

Who would be able to react calmly after that!?

“…Uh…” Yamato’s mouth was hanging open as he mumbled out nonsense as he held the waiter in his arms. There wasn’t anything coherent going through his head, and all of it made it impossible to say anything plausible. Nothing like ‘oh I’m sorry too’ or ‘it’s okay’ or even ‘are you alright?’ Nope. Nothing like that. All Yamato could think about was how surprisingly light the guy was in his arms. Or how the slight smile and flushed cheeks lit a fire in Yamato’s stomach that made him want to keep him down in his lap just to see more of that flushed expression.

However none of that carried out past the his deluded mind. All Yamato was doing was sputtering out ums and uhs as he kept the waiter perfectly perched in his arms. One hand on his back the other one on his butt.  And if his throat wasn’t so dry he totally would have been able to explain why one hand had more of a grip than the other.

Although honestly it was a nice ‘grip’. Firm but still soft and pliable. Yamato’s thoughts got more jumbled up as his hand kept mildly squeezing on and off.

The waiter coughed still smiling politely which still kept stabbing Yamato’s heart with the sharpness of steel knives, “Uh…sorry but could you…”

“Oh….yeah!” Yamato cleared his throat as he gently moved his arms over so that the waiter could push himself out of Yamato’s grasp and back on solid ground, “I uh…sorry…that was…um…” Yamato cleared his throat again and silently prayed that his face wasn’t too deep a shade of red, “Are you…okay?”

The waiter had put his platter down on the table while he fixed himself up. Yamato tried to look away as he pulled the crop top back down into position and readjusted the hem of his shorts.  The real kicker that made Yamato’s stomach flutter with a flock of wings and his face immensely hot was when the large brown eyes just blinked for a moment before the waiter broke out in a charming smile, “I should be asking you that sir,” The small laugh involuntarily made Yamato react and he smiled a tad in response, “I didn’t spill anything on you did I?”

“Um, no no, I’m fine,” Not as fine as a certain someone, but that was a tagline that Yamato did not have the courage to say, “You sure you’re not hurt..uh…”

The waiter only waved it off before speaking, “It’s Taichi,” He picked up his silver platter once more before holding it comfortably under his arm and scratching the underside of his cheek, “But..you know, let me get you guys another drink. On the house. Kind of as an apology for accidentally falling on you.”

“Oh that’s totally okay! You don’t have too or anything!”

Ken’s brow changed as he stopped smiling at Yamato’s utter failure for basic etiquette and turned to face Taichi, “It’s really alright, you don’t have to go that far, it’s not like anyone got hurt or anything.” Ken gave a sideway glance at Yamato who was still sitting with his closed fists in his lap, “Hell, I’d even say that Yamato here was glad that you fell on him.”

Yamato sputtered out a staggered illicit yelp as he jumped in his seat. But any immediate reaction that was apparent on his face was overrun by Taichi’s sweet laugh, “Really now?” Taichi glanced over at Yamato and the small spurt of attention was enough to make Yamato want stop from moving. With a small wink (yamato could have sworn that it was indeed a wink) and that just made his heart hurt from beating so fast, “But still, I insist, would you like the same drink? Or…”

“Oh, yeah, this drink would be just fine with me,” Ken nodded politely, pointing to the amber colored mixed cocktail that was in front of him.

“Okay, and you sir? Do you want something other than water?” Taichi asked, smiling gently that shouldn’t be as nice looking as it was on the fluffy haired brunet.

“Uh well,” Yamato still had trouble speaking clearly as he looked back down at the table. Maybe he was getting sick, his throat was getting way too dry too fast,  “No water’s fine.”

Taichi chuckled the tension away, “Alright then guys, I’ll be back with those drinks and then I’ll take any other orders that you two have,” He slid the platter under his arm and waved it off, “Next time I’ll try not to fall on you okay?”

“...Okay…” Yamato managed to squeeze out before biting on his tongue as he tried to breathe normally.

The last time the waiter, Taichi, left Yamato allowed himself the luxury of watching him skate away as the bright colored shorts did make the man’s thighs and ass look nice. This time as he left the table Yamato could only hold his breath until he knew for sure that the waiter was out of sight before he puffed out all of his tension and slammed his head against the table.

“Well you’re definitely thirsty aren’t you?” Ken started laughing, he rested his head in his hand as he laughed while Yamato so miserably groaned, “Do you want something a little more satisfying than water?”

“Shut up Ken!” Yamato whined out as he smothered his face in his hands, “Ahh! I want to die right now! God that was so embarrassing!”

“You say that,” Ken took a small sip of his drink, “But you liked it. You loved every second of it, and don’t try to deny otherwise. Aren’t you happy that we came here?”

“No! No I’m not!” Yamato slammed his fist on the table, “I can’t believe this happened! God I must have seemed like some kind of a freaky pervert!”

“You didn’t seem like a freaky pervert…”

“...Really?”

“That’s because you were exactly like a freaky pervert. No ifs, ands or buts about it.”

Yamato groaned as he hid his face from the world, “Was it really that bad?”

“You were straight up groping his ass.”

“No! I was just trying--”

“Excuse yourself all that you want, but I saw you slide your hands up and down.”

“...Do you think he--”

“You weren’t exactly gentle about it.”

“Oh god this is awful.”

Ken started laughing again, taking another sip from the cut glass. As he looked up over the edge of the booth, his smile took a sharper edge, “Were you here to see that disaster?”

Yamato’s face was still hidden, but it didn’t stop the tension from tightening in his shoulders, “Of course I was here to see that,” He looked up, a little confused as to why he’d be asking such a thing in the first place. But Ken wasn't looking at Yamato, and when Yamato turned his head around he near squeaked instead of yelled, “Takeru?! What are you doing here?”

“...” Takeru, went from smiling at Ken to an angry twitch from the underside of his eye lid, “I work here dumbass. Can’t you tell?” Given the white form fitting crop top short shorts ensemble, the skates were the least obvious part that was part of the staff at this establishment.

“Since when did you start working here?”

“Since when do you try to maul my coworkers?”

“Wh-what!?”

Ken laughed, “So you did see all of that?”

“That I did,” Takeru scoffed, unamused, “Really Yamato, do you not have any shame?”

“He’s the one that fell on me!” Yamato cried out in some form of a defense, “It was an accident! It’s not like I meant for him to jump in my lap!”

“True,” Ken nodded absentmindedly, “But if they offered a service like that here, I’d bet you would be all over that.”

“What! No!’

“God damn it Yamato,” Takeru shook his head, “Believe it not, Taichi is actually fun to work with, I don’t think I’d like it if you made a move on him and then screwed it up and then work ends up being awkward and stuff.”

“Why am I the one messing things up in this hypothetical situation?”

“...Yamato,” Ken sighed, “You couldn’t even order anything besides water right now,  imagine if you actually had to hold a conversation longer than three words with him.”

“...” Yamato paused and shuddered in an embarrassed tuff, “Okay yeah...I can see your point.”

“Besides I don’t think you can really handle Taichi…” Takeru shrugged as he crossed his arms, he started leaning against Ken’s side of the booth, to which Ken smiled fondly at, “Taichi has a tendency to ‘earn that tip money’ if you know what I mean?”

“...No, what does that mean?” Yamato’s throat went dry again and he reached for his condensating water.

“Well if it’s lap dances, Yamato’s wallet is empty,” Ken chuckled at his own joke.

“Nah,” Takeru shook his head, “He just flirts with others, gains a lot of fans. He gets regulars to come in so that they ask for him and thus he earns gets a bigger check.”

“Hm, and do you do any of that?” Ken asked, swirling his drink around before taking another sip.

“Now now,” Takeru smile was as sweet as sugar with a voice as thick as honey, “Why would I have to do that when I have someone like you with me?”

Ken’s smile mirrored Takeru’s, as he leaned in closer to his boyfriend, “Does this mean I get a special ‘service’ of my own kind?” Takeru only giggled in response.

All of which made Yamato rolled his eyes, “Could you guys stop, I’m right here you know,” Yamato’s spite was bitter, “Jeez Ken, no wonder you wanted to come here so badly.”

“Hey you had your fun, now let me have mine.”

“All you’ve been doing is having fun! At my expense!”

“Well, it's your fault for being a complete airhead at times Yamato,” Takeru interjected as he stood back up, “Although I am still on the clock so I have to get back to work,” He smoothed out his shirt before he started to skate away, “Ken I’ll talk to you later. Yamato, don’t be fooled by Taichi, if you’re not careful, he’ll sucker you into coming back.”

“Alright, see you then Takeru!” Ken waved as he put his drink back down on the table.

“...Yeah. Bye.” Yamato crunched on an ice cube as he mulled over frivolous emotions.

Ken, who was in a pleasant mood throughout the evening didn’t have any trouble finding a new topic for him to talk about with Yamato. As he continued on about whatever interest he had dabbled in, Yamato tried to keep his mind on the conversation but he chewed his bottom lip he couldn’t help but let his mind wander.

Honestly it was pointless to think about a waiter like Taichi. Despite Ken and Takeru’s teasing, it was an accident. And it was laughable and easy to move on from. Something that would make an interesting story to tell at a party. But it was nothing like a Hollywood movie where a chance encounters always blossomed into something bigger.

Yamato didn’t even like places like these. He wasn’t interested in shallow things such as a shapely body or revealing clothing. Most of Yamato’s temperament came from the fact that most of his dates were mellow and not too flashy. Yamato was the calm, cool, collected type, and if he ever was in the mood to try out the dating pool, that was the type he tried to find for himself.

He still sought out partners like those. Even if none of those dates didn’t have any spark to them, and tended to bore Yamato more than often. It was still better than some guy skating around a diner who winked and flirted with most of the customers inside.

No, Yamato had nothing to worry about. He was startled at first. Anyone would be. But now that the moment’s passed he could look at the situation calmly. Analyze it even. He could successfully say that he acted up in the moment because of the initial shock, but he was okay now and he wouldn’t act up so crazily again.

“Okay then,” Taichi rolled around his greeting as he skated back toward the table, he placed Ken’s alcohol in front of him while sliding the water towards Yamato’s side, “Sorry for the wait guys.”

“No, no it’s fine,” Ken smiled as he took ahold of his new drink. Yamao just silently grasped his water.

“Alrighty then,” Taichi took out his notepad and pen, “So have you guys decided on what to order or do you still need time?”

Taichi’s smile was light, his tone was airy. Cheery. Like a good working member of customer service.

“I’ll just have the special,” Ken shrugged and handed his menu back.

“Okay,” Taichi finished writing it on his memo pad before slipping the menu under his arm, “And you sir?”

Yamato didn’t respond immediately as he looked up at Taichi. He saw the smile from him, not just on his lips but from within his eyes. And it was the warm kind of stare that tempted Yamato into moving closer, from staring deep within the dark russet colored eyes for even a shred of the warmth that he felt when he had the toned waiter in his arms.

He couldn’t find his voice. His previous composure lost as it wasn’t the flat stomach or filled out thighs that caused Yamato’s throat to swell. While he did admit that Taichi’s...assets were nice. He didn’t dwell on them. All he could think about what would happened if they were in a date scenario. And how much more riveting the evening would be if Taichi was at the other end of the table with a cheeky smile and wide attentive eyes.

“...Same,” Yamato weakly muttered, sliding his menu before taking another long sip of his water. He didn’t even open it in the first place.

Taichi noted it down, and grabbed the second menu, “Okay, I’ll go ahead and make sure these get in as soon as I can,” He smiled, “I’ll be back shortly in case that you guys need anything else okay?”

“Okay,” Ken smiled politely as Taichi left, “So anyway, back to what I was saying,” Ken blinked before talking, leaning in against the table, “Yamato? You alright?”

“...Yeah,” No he wasn’t. He shoved his face back into his hands as he slumped in his head and his head fell against the tabletop.

He wasn’t sure if Taichi had a ‘trick’ like Takeru so suggested. If he was only so kind and slightly flirtatious just to warrant a steady paycheck.

Whatever it was, his brother’s warning was meaningless. He wanted to talk to Taichi again, and most likely would be paying another visit just to see him one more time.

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Tarantism - Taichi x Ken - Digimon

Send me a word and a character/series/pairing and I will write a drabble

Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing.

It was times like these when Taichi realized how mismatched they were.

Ken was quiet, looking out of the window without the faintest of sounds. The hum of the house was louder. Taichi could have swore he heard summer breezes noisier than the quiet sadness that seemed to envelop Ken.

It was the down moments when Taichi knew he had to say something to Ken to make him feel better. Sometime to raise his spirits. But no matter how hard he tried, he never could figure out what to say.

Taichi didn’t say a word as he let out an audible sigh and walked to where Ken was. He still didn’t open his mouth as he hugged him from behind. Barely holding him, gently laying his head on his Ken’s shoulder as he hoped that at least the gesture would be better than nothing.

He offered a smile when Ken looked at him confused. But it was when Ken offered a sad smile back that Taichi squeezed Ken tight. In an attempt to shield him away, he pulled him tight against his chest and held him under his chin.

Taichi could still feel Ken’s tension in his shoulders, he stood up straight and spun Ken around, “You know what will make you feel better?” He smiled and spoke as if he was a five year old kid with a secret.

Ken’s smile was sheepish at Taichi’s childishness, “What?”

Taichi took a hold of both of Ken’s hands, swinging him around in a slow twirl before catching him back. He waggled his eyes up and down and Ken just shook his head as he laughed to himself.

“Come on now. It’d be fun.”

“I’m not in the mood to dance right now Taichi.”

“Yeah, well, you’re too stiff,” Taichi swayed Ken back and forth, “You need some movement to help you relax.”

Ken’s giggles softened, “Taichi...”

“What? Just one song.”

“There’s no music playing.”

“The one in my head silly.”

“Oh I’m the silly one now,” Ken scoffed before resting his head against the nape of Taichi’s neck. He took one deep breath in, rubbing his forehead against Taichi’s shoulder before hugging Taichi back, “Fine. One song though.”

“That’s more than plenty,” Taichi nuzzled against the silky strands of Ken’s hair. He kept the gently swaying pace, rocking back and forth on his heels for Ken to smoothly follow.

Taichi never could say the words Ken needed to hear. Never had the ability to automatically respond to Ken’s needs as well as some of the others.

But despite how different they were, Taichi didn’t feel right in just leaving it at that. If he didn’t understand something, he wanted to try to learn. And no matter how small the smile, it was something he could prize as a golden treasure.

For one reason or another they found their way towards each other. Just because he didn’t know how or why Ken got in moods like this, didn’t mean he wasn’t able to turn it around. Through trial and error, he’d find a way to complete Ken in a way that’d complete himself.  

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Heart in a Home

For the #TaiYamaWeek!  Day 7: Promises or Future

Digimon. AU. Pairing: Taichi x Yamato. Sorato (Past) 8451 Words. Mature Content. Implied Alcohol/Drug Use. Minor cuss words. Character Death. Depression and Anxiety. 

AU summary: Yamato has had enough of loss and decides to bite the bullet and end his life. But with his luck, the day he was going to do it, he gets a called from his EX-friend of whom he hadn’t seen in over a decade. Taichi, a guy he rather have nothing to do with anymore, starts begging him for a favor. To pick his son up from school and make sure he gets home safely. After an eventful night, Yamato relearns about what is life is really worth. 

One Shot summary: Takes place after the firs fic. It’s been a few months since Yamato and Taichi decide to reconnect. Things have been going alright. But Taichi and Yamato worry about taking the new step. 

A/N: I was supposed to write a fic every day this week. But I took one week to write this one fic...either way. I’ll catch up on the missing days one way or another. I do hope you guys like this fic! Thank you guys! 

Sequel to the fic: You feel like home 

Read this fic on AO3

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If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.

For the TaiyamaWeekthat’s currently going on! [x]

Day Three: Balance

Digimon. Pairing: Taichi x Yamato. Words: 3258. AU. Warnings: Making out. Hot and bothered teens. Gross misintrepretations of the harry potter franchise. 

Summary: Hogwarts AU. Slytherin are the cunning folk with high standards, but Taichi just thinks that Yamato is a prude. Gryffindors are men of the brave, but Yamato just thinks Taichi is an idiot.  Just what are these two boyfriends to do? 

A/N: Okay so @confundida25 wrote this Hogwarts AU for Taiyamaweek.....and I just really wanted to write one too? But I know next to nothing about the hogwarts universe...I did try to research things but I still think I got some details wrong...

also this relates to the prompt because....i mentioned it once i the fic and opposites attract? LOL whatever it’s fun anyway. 

Thank you~ Enjoy!

Yamato took one last sigh as he pushed his head down against his pillow. His twin sized bed didn’t have a lot of space, but with his nice sheets and his fluffy blanket on top, it more than made up for any discomfort he would have had. Usually he’d be able to go to sleep easily, especially after the long days of classes and longer hours of unprecedented studying. But today, no matter how exhausted he was, he couldn’t find the strength to keep his eyes closed and actually go to sleep.

He knew exactly why his mind was so preoccupied. It was because he hadn’t seen Taichi the entire week.

But just because he knew the answer, doesn’t mean he was going to be honest about it.

Taichi was too brash and way too clingy for his own good. He always wanted to be with Yamato. Any time they were out of class, Taichi would come tackling him down in the hallway with no regard of the other students around. Any time they actually shared a class, Taichi would be sneaking over to his table and trying to stir up conversation. And oh how many rules they had broken as Taichi grabbed Yamato by the arm, pulled him to some restricted place till way past curfew.

It was too much! It made Yamato wonder why they were even dating!

That is, until he thought about Taichi’s soulful brown eyes and how he drowned in the strong bister color. Even if Taichi was definitely smothered with the muggle ways, his charm reaped from every aspect of him. From his looks to the way his laugh always managed to warm his heart right up, Yamato was definitely smitten with him. It wasn’t like he was trying to deny that he liked Taichi.

He just wished Taichi didn’t need so much attention. That he’d just back off sometimes! They were in their final year, they had the major exams coming up. Yamato struggled to pass his O.W.L.s last year and this year he was shaken to the core with the worse N.E.W.T. exam. And he was the only suffering from this because Taichi decided that he wasn’t going to take any of the higher level exams.

Yamato wasn’t that good of student. He needed to focus and pay extra attention if he had any hopes of passing any of the N.E.W.T exams. Which was fifty times harder as Taichi would come whimpering along for some form of love and affection.

Given all of that, what other choice did Yamato have? He had to set rules and boundaries! To make sure he was extra strict about it so that Taichi would actually listen to him. It was the only way he’d be able to focus on work.

It wasn’t easy. Taichi did just about everything except cry on the spot when Yamato was telling him the new circumstances he’d have to listen too. They could only meet up once a week. Taichi couldn’t even try to steal Yamato away to any place at any time. Taichi couldn’t meet up with him if Yamato was studying for a class or, more importantly, a test. Plus, no trying to distract him if they had class together or during their Quidditch games. And Taichi couldn’t try to work his way into Yamato’s undesignated free time.

Telling a Gryffindor to not do something was hard. Telling Yagami Taichi the most Gryffindor student of them all was just absolute mayhem.

In the end, Yamato won. He babied his sore loser of a boyfriend for the remainder of that day. But he did win. Taichi didn’t try to maul him in front of everyone. Didn’t try to puppy dog eye into getting Yamato to break his rules and spend more time with him. If anything Taichi behaved exactly like how Yamato told him. And this past week went on uneventful.

Which was supposed to be a good thing. It was what Yamato wanted after all.

But he couldn’t help but think about how Taichi liked to curl up next to him. Ramble on and on about a bunch of people Yamato didn’t really know that well. How he’d randomly compliment Yamato hopefully to get a kiss from him. Or how he edge him on in hoping of getting something else from him.

He missed Taichi. Just a little bit. Enough to make him stay awake that is.

It was way past curfew. Yamato was in his room already, even if Taichi was in another house he probably was in his bed fast asleep too. It wouldn’t make sense for Yamato to try and break his own rule by sneaking out and waking Taichi up for a rendezvous. But after a week of not doing so, he was tempted to try…

Sighing out loud, Yamato rolled on his side and tried to fuss his eyes asleep. He tried to block out his thoughts and tried to remind himself that this arrangement was only temporary. As soon as these tests were over Yamato would stop trying to avoid Taichi. He had a good reason for doing this, he couldn’t lose sight of that goal. Even if he was starting to get lonely.

He took one deep breath to relax himself, instead of remembering Taichi, he sang a song in his head. He sank further in his bed and actually started to drift off. His breathing evened out and he hardly noticed a change in pressure on the small bed. He suddenly felt himself being wrapped up in a secure warmth that only furthered comforted him. As he snuggled closer, he felt light peppering sensations on the back of his neck. The quick pressures fluttering instantly in his stomach for each fleeting moment of pleasure that each of them possessed. Yamato furrowed his eyebrows as he quietly opened his mouth in a small moan, craning his neck for more. He felt the—wait. Wait wait wait!

Yamato was wide awake and snapped around. His eyes narrowed more viciously than a vipers as he saw who else was in his bed, “Taichi!” As he turned around he was met with guilty large eyes and a sheepish smile on an all too familiar tan face, “What the—what are you doing here!?”

“Shhh, Yamato,” Taichi covered Yamato’s mouth with his finger, “If you keep yelling like that, your roomies are going to wake up~”

“Oh—god damn it—”

“Ha-ha, I’m just kidding! They aren’t here, don’t worry.”

Yamato’s brow twitched, whatever longing feeling he had for Taichi puffed up and away like steam with how angry he was getting, “Don’t worry? Don’t worry!” Yamato seethed, “Taichi this is my house, you’re not supposed to be here! How did you even get inside of here anyway!?” Oh, they were going to get in so much trouble if they were caught.

“Easy, I have a masterplan!” Taichi chuckled, scooching closer to Yamato and wasn’t fazed by the sparking embers of anger that was burning off of his blond boyfriend, “And…Mimi also helped me a smidge.”

Yamato clicked his tongue. Mimi was their mutual friend that was also in the Slytherin house. Oh she would get an earful from him once this was done, “Whatever you need to leave, now!” And quickly too. Before his flat mate came back from wherever he was and they got in heaps of trouble.

“Ehhh, I just got here. After so long too! Don’t be so mean to me.”

“Didn’t I specifically give you rules that you’re supposed to be following!”

“And I am following them Yamato.”

“How is this following them!!”

“Because,” Taichi cleared his throat. He put up one finger, “It’s technically been a week,” He rolled up his sweater so it could pop out easier from the blanket, “I’m not stealing you away because this your room in your house. You’re not studying or doing any work,” Taichi grinned. One akin to that of the Slytherin instead of the Gryffindor’s, “And you’re technically trying to sleep. So it’s not undesignated free time. So yeah, I’m within the rules.”

“You’re sneaking out after curfew in my room of all places,” Yamato sneered as he swatted Taichi’s fingers down, “That’s definitely bending the rules here Taichi!”

“Bending not breaking.”

“Taichi!”

“Oh come on Yamato!” Taichi whined, giving up subtlety as he closed the gap between them and hugged Yamato extra tight, “Those rules you gave me are so dumb! Why should I have to see my boyfriend only one time in a week? It’s our last year, we need to make as many memories together as possible!”

“I have my tests Taichi,” Yamato grumbled, he tried to push Taichi away…but Taichi was incredibly warm. And even if it was their uniform he was wearing, Yamato couldn’t help but think that Taichi’s sweater was soft. Soft enough for him to rub his fingers on it, “I can’t focus if you’re always begging for attention.”

“I’m like a dog Yamato. If you don’t pet me every five minutes I’ll die.”

“Dogs don’t do that.”

“I do that!”

“Taichi!”

“Yamatoooo!” Taichi whined, forcing his way against Yamato’s neck and snuggling against it. Yamato could say he was forced to give into Taichi and that’s why he moved so Taichi could be more comfortable. But that was a lie. Maybe its cause he hadn’t seen Taichi in a week, but Taichi’s eyes looked extra glossy to him tonight, “I know you have to study for the exams but can’t you pay a little more attention to me!”

“I have to manage my time wisely Taichi, I need to make sure I have enough work time to play time.”

“You don’t have enough Taichi-time!”

“You can’t tell me how I’m balancing my life right now.”

“Yes I can! You’re not giving me any time with you!”

“…Well…shut up,” Yamato scoffed, as he flicked Taichi’s nose, “If they catch you here, you’re going to get in a lot of trouble. You need to go.”

Taichi scrunched up his nose as he pouted. He glanced downward before shaking his head no and cuddling back against Yamato’s shoulder, “Nope. I’ll make sure that I don’t get caught but I’m going to enjoy every minute I can with you first.”

“Taichi that’s—”

“Besides,” Taichi interrupted. He had a mischievous glint in his eye. And a toothy edge to the corner of his smile, “Instead of getting mad at me and telling me to leave and stuff…” Taichi planted a ‘chaste’ kiss on the edge of Yamato’s neck, “Don’t you think there are some better things we could be doing right now?”

“…I-idiot…” Yamato found it hard to protest when he could feel the smoothness of Taichi’s lips on his skin. Taichi kept planting one kiss after another, sometimes in the same spot. And Yamato had to press his lips tight together so that he wouldn’t be able to give what he was feeling away.

Taichi started to get fervent, leaving tiny nips and bites in his way. He couldn’t hear if Yamato was enjoying this, but he could feel it. Every jump as he touched Yamato’s skin, every small shudder as he grazed it with his teeth. Besides. With their past experience Taichi knew what Yamato liked and what he didn’t, “If you really want me to go then fine I’ll go,” Taichi pulled away and smiled, “But don’t tell me that you want me to leave just because you’re scared Yamato.”

Yamato’s cobalt eyes lit with a fire that Taichi only saw when they were together. Likeness was obvious between them. Taichi didn’t really worry about being in separate houses or how different their interests were, he knew that he liked Yamato and that Yamato liked him. So he wasn’t concerned if anyone else got close to his boyfriend.

But the competitive streak between the two of them would probably never end. That’s how they met after all. Years ago when they were scrubby first years trying out for their respective Quidditch teams. Yamato was cool in every sense of the word. He somehow made the green and silver color combination stylish just by wearing his tie neatly. But that is why it was just so much fun for Taichi to get past the prim and proper Yamato to the real competitive one.

“Tch,” Yamato grabbed ahold of Taichi’s tie and pulled him for a fierce kiss. Instantly Taichi groaned against Yamato’s lips and practically purred as he deepened it by getting closer and wrapping his arms around Yamato’s waist, “You’re the biggest idiot I know.”

“I know and you love it,” Taichi giggled as he pushed Yamato on his back and climbed on top of him.

It started off with one frantic kiss to the next. Each of Yamato’s gasps and moans rolled past his lips like water and Taichi was most definitely parched. He swallowed down each and every sound and got greedier for more. Rubbing his fingers underneath Yamato’s t-shirt and rolling his fingertips on the smooth hips just to earn more of his reactions.

Yamato managed to pull the blanket over them, and tried his best to keep Taichi quiet as he kept rolling against him. He wasn’t sure where his other roommate was right now and in the back of his mind he couldn’t stop thinking about it. After all, breaking the rules were one thing. Being completely embarrassed by it was another. Even if Taichi kept going from one sweet spot to the next, Yamato tried his best to not carried away with the flurry of feelings. Not to the point where he’d stop noticing his surroundings at least.

As Taichi pulled his shirt upwards, Yamato’s heart jumped for joy, but before he could actually enjoy it he heard the unmistakable sounds of footsteps, “Wait, Taichi.”

“What? What is it now!?”

“Quiet you idiot!” Yamato covered Taichi’s mouth, trying to focus in. Luckily the school was made out of stone and the sounds echoed clearly no matter how quietly one tried to move in the hallways, “I think my roommate is—here.” A shudder of pure panic shot down Yamato’s spine.

Yamato fumbled to pull down his shirt all the way but he was at a loss of where to hide Taichi. It’s not his trunk was big enough for the other teenager, and he didn’t exactly have space in his tiny closet. Yamato was going to yell at Taichi for not trying to dive out of view, but the second Yamato tore his eyes away from the opening door, all he got was a glimpse of Taichi grinning and flashing Yamato a wink.

“Ah, you’re awake still?” Yamato’s groggy roommate asked as he filed inside their shared room.

“Huh?” Yamato snapped his head back to his roommate. Taichi was, seemingly, gone. But Yamato could still feel the prickly sharp sensations on his back, “Yeah I uh, couldn’t go to sleep. You?” He coughed out his surprise.

“I was trying to squeeze in some more review. I didn’t want to keep you awake so I was in the common room.”

“Uh, I see. Thanks.”

“…Damn,” The tired roommate grumbled to himself as he reached his bed, “I think I left my book downstairs.”

“Haha, really now?”

The roommate sighed, “Yeah…damn it, I can’t wait to get these stupid tests done and over with,” He grumbled more things under his breath as he turned around and started to head downstairs again.

“Well just be careful not to leave anything else downstairs…” Yamato replied, eyeing him nervously as he started to head out of the door. His roommate only waved in response as he closed the door behind him.

Yamato still held his breath. It wasn’t until he could hear the noticeable footsteps did he breath out easily.

There was a quick gust of wind that twisted behind him. Taichi was now back to himself and still holding Yamato tightly from behind, “Whew,” Taichi whistled as he had his chin on Yamato’s shoulder, “That was a really close one wasn’t it?”

“You!” Yamato elbowed Taichi’s side and didn’t care for the small cries of pain coming out of him, “When did you learn a trick like that? You suck at transfiguration!”

Taichi wheezed, “Well I’ve been practicing. Like crazy too,” With a toothy smile he squeezed Yamato harder, “pretty cool right?”

“Your animagus is a lizard though? Really?”

“Hey, it’s a bearded dragon!”

“What dragon is that tiny?”

“That’s because it’s not a dragon…” Taichi pouted, “It’s a type of lizard.”

“Idiot.” Yamato rolled his eyes and pulled away from Taichi, “is that how you managed to sneak in here?”

“I’ll have you know that I’m pretty average sized for a bearded dragon…”

“Taichi!”

“Yeah yeah,” Taichi clicked his tongue, “Mimi still helped me get in the house though. But once that happened I just climbed my way up. Lizards are excellent climbers.”

“Goodness,” Yamato shook his head, “Well whatever now you’re going to have to climb your way back down.”

“What! But Yamato!”

“No buts! My roommate is back we can’t even do anything anymore. You know I’m right on this one!”

“Yeah…” Taichi drooped, “I don’t want to leave yet though…”

“…” Yamato couldn’t help but feel the same way. But he still didn’t want Taichi to wind up getting thrown off in detention because of this, “…I get done with my last class around four tomorrow.”

“Huh?”

“…We can meet up then if you want.”

Taichi blinked before breaking out in a manic grin, “Oh ho ho,” Taichi faked laughed as he sat up in front of Yamato, “Awww Yamato wants to see me!!”

“Stupid! No I don’t!”

“Yamato misses me!”

“Would you just get out of here already!”

“My plan to be the heroic boyfriend in the night for his troubled boyfriend worked!”

“It’s not like I said that the rules are gone idiot!”

“Ehh but Yamato!”

“Would you—” Yamato heard the footsteps start to make its way up again, “Whatever, you need to head out. Now.”

“Right right,” Taichi shrugged and stood back up, he tip toed his way towards Yamato window and opened easily, “At the usual place?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Yamato.”

“What?”

All of a sudden Yamato felt himself being pulled. Taichi was smiling, of course he was when did he ever stop smiling, looking at Yamato with a warm fondness. His blue eyes widened, and Yamato couldn’t help but blush a little at how easily Taichi could give him a genuine smile without any restraints or defenses. Taichi placed one quick kiss on Yamato’s lips. Quick enough that Yamato didn’t even have time to close his eyes and kiss back even.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Sleep tight.” Taichi giggled once he pulled away. He twisted away with a small gust of wind, and all Yamato could see was a scaly thin tail whipping back and forth as Taichi scurried out of the window.

“…” Yamato rubbed his lips with his fingers, blushing furiously and glad that Taichi didn’t stick around a second longer to see him.  He closed the window, got back into his bed, and stuffed his face into his pillow, “Idiot. Whose fault do you think it is that I can’t sleep.” Yamato grumbled to himself, pulling the blanket over himself and not bothering to re-greet his roommate with the worst timing in the world.

It killed Yamato to say this, but maybe he was going to have to listen to Taichi. He really did not have enough Taichi-time.

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Words you won’t say

For the TaiYamaWeek that’s currently going on! [x]

Day one: First Impressions

Digimon. Pairing: Taichi/Yamato. Words: 1951. Rating: SFW Warnings: Eh. Some Canon deductions?

Summary: The only reason why Yamato wants to fight for Taichi is because of how Taichi used to fight for him. 

A/N: I think the reason why I don’t usually write such canon heavy fics is because I always have to referenece the series....and then I wind up rewatching it instead of writing lol. 

Yamato is a fun guy because despite his association to coolness and ice he just can’t chill LOL I was going to go a different route with this prompt. But I think half of my interest with Tri has to deal with the fact that Yamato is trying so hard to be up in Taichi’s business. It’d be fun if the series took time to tell us why ;]

Anyway. This is just a little snippet I wrote while dwelling on some stuff. Maybe I’ll clean it up and put it up on AO3 once I get more time to focus on it.  Enjoy! 

The hallway was empty as Yamato loosely held his bass in his hands. He strummed the strings out of habit, not even bothering to make a chord out of the un-amplified notes. He just played along, treating the mundane action as therapeutic as his mind couldn’t help but drift off.

His concert went well. There was a decent crowd that seemed to enjoy the band. Even if it was just for one gig, Yamato had a lot of fun performing and letting himself go. Forgetting everything else even if it was just a short while. About the digital rifts. About the infected Digimon. About Taichi.

Yamato plucked one string too hard. The metal string snapped against his fingertip and stung in dull ringing pain for a moment.

Taichi. What the hell was wrong with Taichi.

Yamato can remember the first time he saw Taichi. Back in summer when they all were lodge in the same place for a seemingly normal summer vacation. He can still visualize Taichi’s manic hair bouncing just as much as he was. A giant goofy smile plastered on his face with no real sign of it coming off.  His bright and cheery disposition was blinding. It jumped from one thing to the next to accommodate his short attention span.

At first, they didn’t talked to each other that much. If anything Yamato just stuck close to Takeru, doting on him to make sure that he didn’t get hurt. While Taichi was off bugging Koushiro off of his laptop or climbing up a tree like a monkey late for a date. It wasn’t like Yamato bothered hanging out with Taichi right off the bat.

That’s because he knew. He could tell that Taichi was a simple guy. Someone who didn’t really think about responsibility or consideration. A real carefree kid.

Yamato wasn’t like that. Despite the fact that he too was just a ten year old, he already had his share of hardship. He already knew what was really important in life. He even had Takeru. So Yamato knew that they wouldn’t really get along. Taichi was the type to laugh while poking fun at someone. A kind of humor that Yamato just found crass and annoying. Taichi was the type to do something stupid just so people would pay attention to him. A type of behavior that Yamato found clingy and unnecessary.

It wasn’t that big of a deal though. It was just summer vacation. Yamato knew that Taichi could do his thing and Yamato would be just fine doing his own. It wasn’t like they had to be friends or chummy buddies with their arms linked all the time.

At first at least. That was before their unforgettable adventure started.

In the digital world, all seven of them stuck together simply because there was no one else. It was strange, scary even. All Yamato wanted to do was go home and make sure that Takeru was safe. So long as they didn’t do anything reckless in such a strange world they would be okay.

Yamato didn’t know what to expect in such a place. He didn’t know how to even take the first step in such a new world. That’s why he was irritated at how Taichi just knew what should be done. That Taichi just relied on his gut instinct as if everyone did it and that Yamato was the weird one for wanting to sit down and think things through. Hell, Taichi was so inconsiderate of everyone else, that he ate everyone rations of food on the very first day.

Thinking back on it now, Yamato could help but smile back on how he used to think. Taichi just knew how to get under his skin. All without even trying…

When File Island first broke up and everyone got separated. Yamato could remember just how variant his feelings were. When he first saw Taichi on the piece of the island, his heavy footsteps sinking in the fresh snow,  eyes just as bright and large despite his nose ghosting red from the cold. Yamato was…elated. Just absolutely happy that there was someone else there with him.

But just as quickly as he had gotten excited, he also got angry. Because it was Taichi. The Taichi that couldn’t listen to anyone and only cared about the big picture he saw and not the personal feelings of anyone else.

Oh in that moment Yamato wished that anyone else. Jyou. Sora. Even Mimi would have been better than Taichi. At least they weren’t assholes who didn’t say ‘why are you so mad?’ after doing something completely infuriating.

But Taichi was Taichi. Even if he wasn’t good at thinking about others. Even if it took him longer to realize he did something wrong. His heart was always in the right place. His eyes were always open. And despite him looking far ahead into the horizon, once he turned to look at Yamato, he didn’t look at anything else. Taichi had a childlike conviction to him. But it was strong. So strong. That it was believable. And every time, no matter how much Yamato wanted to doubt Taichi. To turn away from him. To even blame him. He couldn’t. Not when he could still feel the heat where Taichi grabbed onto his hand, yelling out, “I won’t let go even if we end up dying!”

It was frustrating. On one hand Taichi was just so insensitive due to his natural ability to tunnel vision his way out of every situation. But on the other hand, it was so hard to stay mad at him, because most of the time, Yamato was the vision that Taichi was hell bent on saving.

Despite Yamato curving in and out of stability. Taichi was always there, as consistent as the sun rising every morning. Ready to welcome him with a goofy smile on his face and putting whatever happened between them like water under a bridge.

Taichi was easy to read. Someone that Yamato could figure out easily. Even if all Taichi did was talk, the most important things were the words he barely said. It didn’t matter, because Yamato could still figure out what Taichi was thinking, and what he needed. If Taichi was being hesitant, if Taichi was unsure of what to do, Yamato could figure out just what was holding Taichi back. He could help Taichi, just as easily as Taichi had helped him.

Taking the next step wasn’t hard. Not even if it meant being shot by arrows of light. Or stopping a virus digimon from wreaking havoc on the Internet. Whatever happened next was doable. All for the simple reason of Taichi trying to break the tension with a cheap joke before getting serious in action.

Yamato held his bass harder than needed. He stopped strumming his strings and instead just sighed under his breath as he tried to regain his composure.

So why did Taichi suddenly change.

What’s so different now that he’s not acting like himself anymore?

Taichi was open. Taichi could let Yamato in and help him out. He wasn’t sure about how it was with the others, but Taichi never had to be guarded with Yamato. No matter what the situation was, Taichi never shunned Yamato out. One way or another he just gave himself away. Sometimes it was as blunt as yelling his frustrations out to Yamato. If it was a sensitive topic that Taichi didn’t want to talk about, Yamato could still see it in his eyes. He could still work his way in. He could comfort Taichi through what was troubling him.

But now? Taichi was outright avoiding him. Steeling himself so he didn’t even make eye contact with Yamato. He didn’t give answers longer than a few words. And even if Yamato knew that Taichi was better than this, that he knew Taichi had all that he needed to get over what was ailing him, even when he was so readily available to give it to him. Taichi…just wasn’t acting on it.

It was bothering Yamato. It was hard knowing that Taichi was troubled and Yamato could do nothing about it. If anything, usually Yamato was the only one that could drag Taichi back to his feet. Now, all he could do was glare at him from across a ferris wheel gondola being confused at what Taichi was saying and how he was acting.

More importantly. Whatever doubts Taichi had, they were so strong that they broke up Omegamon’s fusion. Their fusion.

That never happened before. Not even when they lost fights.

“Yamato, glad to have found you here!” Taichi’s voice came out of nowhere and broke Yamato out of his thoughts. Ha. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Before Yamato had a chance to fully turn around Taichi continued, “The digimon seem to be here.”

“The digimon?” Yamato replied, startled as they were supposed to be safe in Koushiro’s office instead of the school.

“Yeah, they seemed to have entered the creepy cute contest,” Taichi continued, “I have a soccer game right now, so do you think you can check on them?”

“Got it,” Yamato sighed out easily, pulling off his bass to go put it away properly.

It wasn’t that they were completely hostile toward each other, they could still manage small talk conversations like this…

Yamato should just leave it at that. Just let Taichi walk off to his soccer game, while he went the opposite direction toward the digimon. It was a school festival. He could have keep things as light as most instances are during such a fun fair event.

But despite Taichi’s casualness, Yamato could see how his eyes were downcast. There was so much business in his tone that for the longest time in a long while, Taichi sounded monotone. Taichi’s duffle bag only had cleats and a uniform in it, so why were his shoulders drooping so low.

But most importantly. Why did Taichi’s eyes reap with how preoccupied he was? And why couldn’t Yamato figure out what it was. Why can’t he help Taichi?

Yamato stood up, getting partially in Taichi’s way, “You still haven’t answered.”

“Huh?” Taichi cocked an eyebrow at both Yamato’s statement and his posture.

The silence was tense between them, and this time Taichi didn’t shy away from Yamato’s intense gaze. But Yamato still couldn’t read what was in front of him. Even if it was just the two of them, Taichi was still so guarded as if he didn’t want to face Yamato at all.

But this was Taichi. The Taichi he rolled down snowy cliffs and tried fighting to the death in the middle of a twisted forest with. The one who held his hand while smiling in confidence and looking ahead knowing Yamato was right by his side. The very same Taichi that still had a goofy grin even if he was covered in scrapes and bruises with a broken WarGreymon in front of him. All because he didn’t have a shred of doubt that Yamato would come to save the day.

That courageous Taichi was still there. Just drowned out by whatever sea of doubt encircled Taichi and bogged him down. Just as Taichi so easily believed in Yamato all of those years ago, Yamato would believe in Taichi. He’d break through whatever guard he was fronting. So long if Taichi still cared enough to try.

“About why Omegamon’s fusion broke up.” Yamato stated firmly once again. As firm as he could, as firm as Taichi would have done had the roles been reversed.

He wasn’t going to back down from this fight. Not while it was Taichi he was fighting for.

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Frostbite883: Which female character do you find the coolest? Nene Amano or Akari Hinomoto?

probably nene. her character is more interesting to follow

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The dirtiest kind of fantasy

30 day OTP Challenge NSFW Edition

Prompt 7: Dressed/naked (half dressed)

Digimon. 7631 Words. Pairing: Yamato x Taichi. Rating: 18+ only. Warnings: NSFW for explicit sexual materials. PWP. Kinky rough sex. 

Summary (ish): When Taichi asked Yamato if he had any ‘fantasies’ he wanted to play out. He wasn’t expecting for him to actually have one. Or. For it to involve his old uniform....

A/N: How long as it been since I’ve written something NSFW? Like what. One to two years ago? It’s been close to seven when I consider how long it’s been since I’ve written a strict Yamachi fic... 

This went from ‘oh let me try writing another drabble again’ to ‘OMG THIS NEEDS EVERY OUNCE OF ATTENTION’ I mean it’s crazy. I used to be able to write these so easily...well. nevertheless it was fun cracking my knuckles and trying to make this work! LOL

Ahhh it’s pretty smutty though...I’m just saying that as clear as I can. Well. If you’re okay with that and you read this anyway. I hope you enjoy it! 

“Neh, Yamato,” Taichi asked between his nibbling on his snacks, “Do you have any like…sexual fantasies or anything like that?”

Yamato made a face before turning over to look at Taichi. His eyes were perturbed, as his attention was (quite vulgarly) taken away from the TV “…What?” He shifted over so he was fully facing his sprawled out boyfriend, “Why? Where is this even coming from?”

Taichi broke off his chocolate stick before munching down the length like a squirrel with a wafer cookie. He easily dismissed Yamato’s shock with a shrug, acting like what he brought up wasn’t a big deal at all, “Remember when I was out with Mimi the other day?”

“…Yeah?”

“Well we were talking about our sex lives.”

“…What? You guys talk about that?”

Taichi once again shrugged, “Yeah all the time.”

“What! Why? Why would Mimi want to know—okay never mind its Mimi.” Yamato shook his head.

“Yeah, anyway,” Taichi stressed out that last syllable while finishing his snack, “She was talking about alllll of this crazy stuff in her sex life. And when I started talking about ours, and that’s when I realized. We don’t do nearly the amount of freaky fun sex stuff like Mimi.”

Yamato rolled his eyes. How Taichi thought this was a good time to talk about their sex life was a mystery. They were watching a space documentary. One that Yamato had recorded weeks ago and didn’t have time to watch it until now. Out of all the times they had since Taichi’s lunch with Mimi, why bring this up now? “So what? Do you have a problem that we…” Yamato groaned under his breath, “Don’t have the ‘freaky fun’ stuff when we do it.”

“No, I like how we do things,” Taichi shook his box to see if there was any last bits to nibble on, “But you know, Mimi kept going on and on and saying how amazing it was and it got me thinking, that we should at least try some of that stuff.”

“This sounds like a big hassle.”

“That’s what I thought at first,” Taichi talked over Yamato, “When I asked Mimi about it, she was saying how it’s better to start small, and then work up, you know?”

“No, I don’t know.”

“Okay, stop being a stick in the mud and hear me out,” Taichi kicked Yamato’s thigh with the pad of his foot, “She said it’s better to start with what you’re interested in. And then she asked me if we ever played out our fantasies or things that strictly turn us on. So I wanted to know if you wanted to play out any erotic dream material you may have.” Taichi smiled a snarky grin and waggled his eyebrows.

Yamato pushed back on Taichi’s foot that worked its way into his lap, “Well I don’t have any, and I don’t even know what that means.”

“Fantasies!” Taichi shot up, scooting up to sit up properly, “Like, being into something that you’ve only dreamed about! That you used to imagine up whenever you were alone! Stuff like that!”

Yamato pressed his lips together, humming slightly as he looked up with his eyes for a brief moment, “Yeah no I don’t have anything.”

“Really? Nothing you’ve ever thought about. Nothing at all?”

“Yeah really, I don’t have anything.”

“Nothing from college…high school? From the ripe age of when you were a teen and everything around you riled you up.”

“I think you’re describing yourself at this point,” Yamato laughed to himself, but stopped out of respect when Taichi smacked him on the arm, “But honestly, I don’t have anything.”

Taichi’s eyes pressed further, urging Yamato to entertain him more with a puffy pout of his bottom lip. But when Yamato just shook his head at him Taichi let it go with a sigh, “Alright forget it then, it’s not like it’s a big deal.”

Yamato nodded and leaned back against the sofa, Taichi shuffled next to Yamato, sinking in just as easily as they went back to being quiet and watching the program. Taichi eventually sank in far enough to lean down into Yamato’s shoulder and Yamato let him curl up as it was going to happen eventually.

The narrator on the show kept rolling on and on but eventually Yamato stopped paying attention to it and thought about what Taichi was talking about earlier, “Hey Taichi.”

“Hm?”

“Actually, I do have one.”

“What?”

“A fantasy.”

“Fantasy? What fanta—oh!!” Taichi sat straight up and perched right up and close to Yamato, “What is it?”

“…” Yamato paused, blushing slightly, “Well…it’s…”

*some time later*

“Oh my god!!” Taichi yelled out from within their bedroom’s bathroom, “I cannot believe that you are such a pervert!!”

“You were the one that asked me about this Taichi!!” Yamato yelled out from within their bedroom, face entirely flushed as he paced back and forth.

“Yeah well I didn’t think you’d be so dirty to want something like this!!”

“We don’t actually have to do this you know!”

“But you really want to!”

“Yeah back when I was like seventeen! It’s okay now!”

“I can’t believe I’ve been dating such a closet pervert for so long!”

“It’s not even that bad Taichi!”

“It’s bad for me Yamato!”

“We don’t have to actually do this!”

“Well it’s too late now!” Taichi’s yelling wasn’t muffled by the wooden door of plaster in the walls anymore, “Because I already did it!” Much clearer than before, Taichi swung open the door to the bathroom and stepped in the room.

Yamato stopped pacing and his flushed face turned a bright rosy red  as he saw Taichi standing in front him, dressed completely in his soccer uniform from back when he was in high school, “…” The clothes were just like how it was back then. His jersey was a grey base with solid thick blue lines outlining the sides of the shirt. Solid colored shorts that matched the same blue throughout. And of course. The white tube socks that reached up to his knees.

“…” Yamato bit down on his lip. Hard, “…Taichi…”

“You happy now?” Taichi crossed his arms and shook his head, “You’re seriously telling me that this,” Taichi pointed downward to all of him, “This is doing it for you.”

“…Uh…” Yamato popped his lips, “Yes?” He mewled out meekly. Out of habit he rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth, trying hard not to look at Taichi too much but his eyes just kept glancing back up at Taichi instead of finding new interesting things in the floor.

“Oh my god!” Taichi yelled out, throwing his hands up in the air, “I can’t believe this! So all of those years when I played soccer, you’d get off thinking about me!?”

“…Uh…well…”

“Don’t answer that!” Taichi shouted out covering his face with his hands, “How could not tell me this! Is this why you always wanted to pick me up after practice!?”

Yamato’s mouth started to get dry with all of these questions. He knew he shouldn’t answer them. But he knew the truth. Vividly too. As much as he didn’t care for soccer, he didn’t mind sitting on the bench right outside of the locker room. Where Taichi would come in covered in grass stains and dirt around his knees. And then come out of, slightly damp around his neck and smelling like fresh soap…

“Oh my god, are you imagining me during my soccer practice Yamato!” Taichi shouted out again, smacking Yamato on his arm and snapping him out of his delusions, “You are such a pervert oh my god!”

“You kept asking if I had any fantasies!” Yamato smacked Taichi’s arm back.

“I didn’t think you actually had any!”

“I didn’t either until I remembered this one!”

Taichi gave Yamato one last smack on the arm, before crossing them again and looking away, completely flushed out from all of the embarrassment. Yamato too fell silent, although he held in an urge to not act on the voice that was screaming inside his mind.

“This uniform doesn’t even fit me anymore,” Taichi grumbled out, he tugged on the jersey, which admittedly did fit more snug than back when he was in high school. The waistband of his shorts were also tight, not that it was too noticeable.

If anything that extra show of skin and tighter fit got Yamato more excited. Not that he’d say that out loud.

Yamato swallowed down the initial nervousness that still was around them given the new and untraversed territory. Yamato moved closer to Taichi, with a gentle touch he pressed the tip of finger against the surface of Taichi’s arm, trailing it upward slowly.

Taichi’s cheek was sucked in, he gnawed on it gently as he felt Yamato caress his arm with the sweetest of touches, and looking him up with large blue colored doe-eyes. Taichi met those meek eyes with his with own stare. Taichi was the reigning king of puppy dog eyes, but Yamato’s was a close match, “You’re really into this aren’t you?”

“Oh like you wouldn’t believe.” Yamato spoke out all in one breath. Saying that felt like saying a huge confession and Yamato could already feel lighter just by saying the honest truth, “You looked good in this way back when and you still do.”

“Oh my god,” Taichi blushed that away. He sucked in his lip, and brushed the bangs out of his face. He tried glancing away, but he could feel Yamato moving closer to him. And slowly the soft brushes of Yamato’s fingertips became the slow sensual rubbing with his entire hand, “…” Taichi made direct eye contact with Yamato again and took a deep breath, “...Fine. You win. Do what you like.”

“You sure? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“It’s ok,” Taichi shrugged casually. He took a step closer and in a lazy swing, wrapped his arms around Yamato’s neck, “Really. We can play out your little fantasy tonight.”

Yamato licked his bottom lip. His breathing wasn’t as steady as he would have liked it but his eyes didn’t sway from Taichi’s light smile and small tilt of the head. “You’re the best,” Yamato whispered without realizing it before diving down for a kiss.  

Taichi’s gasp was muffled by Yamato’s mouth as he was pulled in close. Yamato’s hands were tight around the edge of Taichi’s hips as he close the gap between them. Taichi leaned up and pressed tight against Yamato, sighing as Yamato left a soft moan on his lips. Any time they pulled away for more air, they came right back towards each other. Until eventually that wasn’t enough to satisfy them. Taichi shivered as Yamato ghosted his tongue over his lip, moaned as Yamato bit down on where he just licked. Taichi sank his fingers into the locks of Yamato’s hair as Yamato sucked down on his tongue and held him tight.

The slow kiss started to demand for more action. More attention. More…everything really.  They couldn’t pull away for air until their lungs burned. Taichi’s lips were aching any time Yamato’s weren’t directly over them. He couldn’t help but let his moans be muffled as Yamato (eagerly too) kept the kiss between active and hot. Taichi’s practically mewled as he could feel Yamato’s fingers along the surface of his exposed skin.

Yamato took in every single breathy gasp and moan for his own. Yamato could feel the flutter of Taichi’s lashes every time he pulled him in for a deeper kiss. Each and every hiss as he pulled him close and caused more friction between their bodies. The strain on his fabric as Taichi balled up his fists and tugged on it. Yamato felt each and every little thing and wanted every single bit of it. No matter how many times he got intimate with Taichi. He still got just as excited.

His fingers were just on top of the waistband of Taichi’s shorts. And that’s when he remembered. Taichi’s soccer shorts. And soccer shirt. And soccer socks. And—god damn it.

“Oh—hey!” Taichi shouted out as he was flung off of Yamato and onto the bed. He bounced with a slight groan, pushing himself up on his elbows as he glared, “Come on what—mmf!” Taichi was muffled by Yamato sealing his lips over his once again.

Yamato groaned from the back of the throat as he pushed himself in-between Taichi’s legs that were over the side of the bed. His hand was fully in Taichi’s hair as he lightly pulled on the soft tresses to get Taichi to mewl out in between the forceful kiss. His palm cupped Taichi’s cheek, allowing Taichi to rest in it, as he tilted his head and slipped his tongue back into Yamato’s mouth.

Excitement tingled down Yamato’s spine, he boldly pressed his hands back down on Taichi’s hips, slipping them under Taichi’s shirt and rubbing his fingers along every inch that he could manage. Yamato broke away from the hungry kiss and started kissing along Taichi’s neck. He couldn’t resist but rake his nails along the side of Taichi’s stomach as Taichi moaned out loudly when Yamato bit down on his pulse.

Yamato went from dragging his fingers all along Taichi’s skin down toward the hem of Taichi’s shorts. He paused over the edge of the elastic band, easing up on the frantic desperate kisses. Instead, he merely peppered light pecks on Taichi’s lips. Each one was brief. But firm enough to make Taichi sigh out in pleasure as he laid down and sank into the mattress.

Taichi tried to soothe some of the ache on his lips by running his tongue over them. He felt Yamato’s hands along his hip, and he couldn’t help but swell in heat. He pressed his lips tightly together, unsure of how to even breathe steady as he felt himself burn under Yamato’s hot gaze. Those clear cut blue eyes were intense and so focused—on him out of all things. Taichi swallowed down hard as he could hear his heart drum in his chest. Having the usual aloof Yamato yearning for him like this…it riled Taichi up in more ways than one.

Taichi took a sharp breath of air as he felt Yamato’s hands move lower through the thin material of his shorts. His hard-on was visible through the loose fabric, in strained against the tight fibers of his boxer briefs and Taichi practically moaned as he thought of Yamato yanking down his shorts and wrapping his hands around his erection. No—scratch that. Wrapping his mouth around it. No, no—double scratch that. Skipping all of that and just getting on with driving him into the mattress and making him scream out his name loud enough to shake the walls.

“Hurry up!” Taichi hissed out as Yamato didn’t even bother gravitating toward the part of Taichi that obviously needed the most attention, “Why are you taking so long!” Taichi chewed on the inside of his lip as he felt Yamato’s hand go travel further across his shorts. Until Yamato’s fingers started to trace circles along the surface of his thighs, until finally they stopped right on the underneath his knee.

Yamato’s blown pupils couldn’t get rid of the sight that was in front of him. Taichi’s soccer jersey rode up as Taichi laid down, so he could see some of his lover’s toned stomach from where he was standing. As Taichi’s chest rose up and down with his quiet breaths, he could see the flush of his cheeks, the stray bangs that still managed to frame Taichi’s perfectly. And intentional or not, Taichi was making the sexiest noises at this moment.

Yamato trailed his fingers down Taichi’s thigh, loving how he could feel the small jump in the smooth skin. He pressed his fingers downward, slipping them back under the flimsy fabric of Taichi’s shorts. Scratching his nails against the skin as he pulled them back out. He couldn’t help smile as he saw Taichi wince in the odd pain, and then relax as Yamato rubbed the tension away with the pad of his thumb.

“You know…” Yamato’s voice was hoarse, and Taichi couldn’t help but feel chills from it, “One of things I used to think about all the time when I was younger…” Yamato lifted Taichi’s leg up, pulling him closer so that he was practically flush with Yamato’s hips, “Especially when you were in your soccer uniform,” One of Taichi’s pant legs drooped down as Yamato hoisted it up. Allowing him to rub down Taichi’s inner thigh with easier access, “Were these spots right here.”

“…what?” Taichi pressed his lips tightly together as his face as he tried to not blush out of sheer embarrassment, “That makes no sense. My legs are what you turned you on?”

“Mhm,” Yamato hummed. He leaned in, taking advantage of Taichi’s axis of flexibility as he partially supported himself on the edge of the bed. He kept raking his fingertips against Taichi’s inner thigh, eyes locked with Taichi and didn’t allow him any means of escape, “Any time you went to go tie your shoes, or you kicked the ball really hard, and oh god, those pre-game stretches,” Yamato’s mouth went at little dry at that thought, “Your shorts would ride up ever so slightly and show off your inner thigh. And damn it Taichi,” Yamato groaned, “Every single time it got me so hot.”

“Y-you can’t be serious…” Taichi shivered as he felt Yamato’s breath on his leg.

“I am.” Yamato padded along Taichi’s thigh as if it was more precious than gold, “Any time I’d see you like that I wouldn’t be able to get that image out of my head,” Yamato chuckled as he could see Taichi’s eyebrows knit together as he struggled between the different levels of embarrassment, “The second I got home I’d think about touching you here…” Yamato firmly placed his palm on the inside of his inner thigh, rolling it upward so that Taichi’s shorts slid down, “Kissing you…”Yamato planted a chaste peck on that delicate spot and he could feel his heart skip as he saw Taichi’s face flush entirely red. Yamato smiled against the skin he was relishing in, “It the second thing I’d think about most whenever I wanted to get off.”

Taichi squirmed, pulling his leg slightly away so he wouldn’t have Yamato teasing such a sensitive part of his leg. He kept sucking in his bottom lip, unsure of how to exactly to process the information his boyfriend that he had been living with for such a long time just gave him. He blinked, taking in the words slowly, “Wait...” Taichi mumbled, “Second thing?” He looked back up at Yamato, “What’s the first thing?”

Yamato froze. The sexy grin was momentarily forgotten as he stood in place and stared off into nothing. His pale complexion turned was now brightly colored in a rosy pink, as he shook his head quietly, “Nothing. It’s not important.”

“What?” Taichi sat back up on his elbows, “No tell me! I want to know.”

“No, no it’s fine. It’s not important Taichi.”

“Yamato if I want to know then it is important! Tell me!”

“It’s not appropriate right now!”

“I’m literally tainting my soccer uniform for you right now,” Taichi huffed, “What could possibly be more ‘shameful’ than you getting off on me tying my shoes?!”

“Well…” Yamato stuttered, hiccupping over his words as he clicked his tongue, “Shut up, now is not the time.”

“Why no—mmph!” Taichi was cut off by Yamato leaning back up to kiss Taichi right on the mouth. Taichi’s brow flexed, but his instincts buckled as he felt Yamato firmly sigh against him. Almost at least. Taichi pulled away and pushed against Yamato’s chest, “Hey don—mmh!”

Yamato silenced Taichi with a moan as he sealed over Taichi’s lips. He slipped his tongue inside immediately. Being firm just how he knew Taichi enjoyed it. He waited until Taichi was completely pliant in his arms before breaking away.  He didn’t want to start this right now, and the best way to get Taichi to shut up and forget about something was taking his breath away—literally in this case. Hearing Taichi mewl ever so silently, Yamato gave in and pushed Taichi down on the bed.

Taichi gasped out as Yamato forced his legs wide open, he could see the outline of his aching erection through the jersey material of his shorts. And he could feel Yamato’s boner when he was pressed and grinding against. It made Taichi feel exposed, even if he was still fully clothed, “Well don’t just—a-ah!” Taichi’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt Yamato’s hand rub it once over. It was just one stroke, but Taichi could already feel the electric shock of pleasure through his body. Out of pride he decided it was because Yamato had insisted on teasing him—not because the thin material of his shorts glided against him with new sensations all around.

Taichi closed his eyes as Yamato went from gliding his palm up and down, to edging his fingers upward toward the waistband of his shorts. Taichi’s breathing hitched the second Yamato hooked his fingers in the elastic band. He bit his lip as Yamato pulled both the shorts and his boxer briefs off. Taichi could feel his heartbeat accelerate as Yamato smirked and grabbed Taichi’s hard-on without any clothes in the way.

Yamato pumped his hand up and down the entirety of the shaft. Taichi’s small amount of precum aiding the action in the process. He could feel Taichi shudder underneath him and the tension in Taichi’s body loosen, “You know you were giving me such a hard time about being excited…” Yamato eyed the lube container that he pulled out when Taichi was in the bathroom changing. He reached over to grab it as he twisted his wrist around Taichi’s cock in the way that made him gasp out quietly and moan out shamefully, “But you’re pretty hard yourself. And I’ve barely touched you.”

“Shut-Shut up!” Taichi corrected himself to not break out in another moan. He tried to not react so loudly. But having the musicians hands over him felt good. Real good. Taichi felt another shiver of pleasure shock up his spine as Yamato put a small dot of lube on his palm and went back to his hand job. Yamato’s hand were able to slide up and down smoother-allowing him to go faster. And Taichi couldn’t help but fuss his eyes closed and wordlessly moan out as Yamato kept pumping his cock with a firm hand.

Taichi’s breathy gasps for air kept getting louder as he started to lose his stubborn streak and give in to the warm pleasure that Yamato was providing. He hardly noticed when Yamato finished pulling off his shorts and underwear. Even if he only managed to get one leg out before biting his own lip and jerking Taichi suddenly.

“Ah!” Taichi couldn’t quiet that moan down and twisted under Yamato’s touch. His brown eyes were no longer the bright charismatic color that couldn’t take this entire situation seriously. They darkened, asking for more, teetering on the edge of downright demanding or begging for it. Taichi watched hungrily as Yamato poured more lube on his fingers, he sucked in air through the corners of his lips as Yamato gently—gingerly, trailed down from Taichi’s cock down to his perineum, “Damn it Yamato, would just hurry—a-ah! Ah!” Taichi moaned out loudly as he felt one of Yamato’s fingers slide inside easily.

It was times like these that Yamato had a hard time being sensible. Taichi was always an open book, Taichi didn’t know the meaning of subtlety even when he was being smacked upside the head with it. Naturally that carried its way to their sex life, but no matter how many times Yamato saw Taichi’s eyes flutter. His skin grow hot to the touch. And the variety of sounds that went from tiny shocks and gasps to loud demands that pushed Yamato right over. No, Yamato could never keep his cool for long with Taichi so eager underneath him.

He knew that he had to take it slow, he had to warm up Taichi’s inner muscles or else there would be painful consequences after. But Taichi kept pushing down on his hand as Yamato tried to work his finger in and out of Taichi in a controlled manner. He couldn’t keep that level of control for long as he quickly slid another finger inside. The fire burning under Yamato’s skin and clothes grew hotter as Taichi turned his head against the mattress and moaned out for more. He kept pumping his fingers in and out, trying to ignore Taichi’s hips grinding against his hand to pick up the pace. The moment he felt little to no resistance, Yamato slipped in his third finger. Groaning to himself as Taichi twisted the bedsheets under his hands and kept fingering Taichi without restraint.

“Ah—ha-Yamato!” Taichi barely spoke out in between breaths. He could feel his soccer shorts uselessly flap under his knee and his cock spurt out tiny bursts of precum from Yamato’s fingers. Taichi was thankful that Yamato stopped slowly rolling his fingers around and started pulling in and out in a fast pace. Each push was a jolt that went straight to his cock. Each jolt caused him to gasp out and moan out another ‘oh’ without warrant. Each jolt made him want to feel it better, “Yamato!” Taichi didn’t mean to have it come out as a whine, but in the midst of his clouded state that’s what it sounded like to him, “I want—I want!”

Yamato licked his lips, he used his free hand to go back to pumping Taichi’s cock up and down. He smiled to himself as Taichi interrupted himself with another loud moan, his head falling back into the mattress as he cried out in static bursts from Yamato’s care. Having Taichi like this under him was hot that was for sure. Yamato loved seeing the different twists and strokes of expression any time he did something else to Taichi. He loved having him like an open feast just dedicated to him. Anything Taichi did, Yamato ate right up.

Yamato pulled his fingers out of Taichi and worked on getting his own jeans unbuttoned and off. He pulled his pants down far enough so that his cock would be unhindered by the tight clothing any further.  Out of need Yamato grabbed his own cock from the base, slowly pumping his hand upward to stroke his own cock. Any mix of Taichi’s precum or leftover gel lubed Yamato right up.

He licked his lips as Taichi looked up at him with lust brimming in his eyes. Yamato took the small chance of time to see what was all under him. Taichi being sexy was more-or-less normal. But Taichi still had on his soccer jersey, and Yamato could see the gray shirt bunch up around Taichi’s stomach showing the sliver of skin of Taichi’s lower abs. Taichi’s knee socks were practically equivalents to stockings in this situation. Yamato groaned out loud and grabbed a hold of Taichi’s thighs. Pulling him closer to the edge of the bed as his other hand was used to guide the head of his cock against Taichi.

Taichi bit his lip as he let out a low whine. His hips promptly bucked against Yamato, grinding on air as he tried to get more of what he wanted. “Ya—ah,” Taichi stopped himself with a soft gasp as he felt the head of Yamato’s penis press inside of him. His body grew taunt, his legs pulsed. His body jumped from shock to pleasure quickly as Yamato slowly pushed in inch by inch. Taichi didn’t notice how hard he was grabbing ahold of Yamato’s arms. Or how far he had thrown his head back. Certainly not the mix of strained noises through his swollen lips.

Yamato buried himself completely and he had to hold onto Taichi’s thighs for his life. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight underneath him. It took every ounce of willpower to stop himself from pinning Taichi down to the mattress and fucking him senseless without any restraint. The heat around him was so hot—so tight. He wanted to have every piece of Taichi to himself already and not have to worry about things like Taichi adjusting. It was hard (literally). But the last thing Yamato wanted to do was have Taichi be in pain.

He stood still against the edge of the bed. Trying to steel himself for another minute to get Taichi’s muscles to relax. He could tell Taichi was getting impatient from it all. Taichi’s closed eyes strained open, Taichi’s mouth opened to protest as Taichi kept gyrating his hips and grinding down against Yamato’s pelvis. Yamato hissed through his teeth as he felt the shocks of pleasure shoot up in rhythm to Taichi’s grinding. Why was it so hard to do the right thing when it concerned Taichi?!

“Tsk—Taichi!” Yamato had to hold back around groan as Taichi ground back down on his dick, “I don’t want to hurt you!”

“Oh relax!” Taichi managed to squeeze out in between moans. It was hard moving his hips in the way that Taichi wanted. Not with Yamato squeezing his thighs in place, “I’m not you. I’m fine!”

“Taichi!”

“Yamato!”

Yamato bit down on his cheek as Taichi looked up and made direct eye contact with. Yamato’s mouth went dry. Taichi’s face was flushed of course, but his hair was splayed out against the light color of the bedsheets, his bangs framing in his face in a way that made him looked divine. That plus red lips, his exposed stomach and of course the delicious sight of Taichi’s aching cock preening for attention. Yamato felt speechless.

Taichi had a small smile on his face. That was something that Yamato couldn’t possibly miss, “Fuck me, Yamato.” Taichi said in a sweet tone.

Yamato’s face blushed instantly. How the hell was he supposed to hold back after that?

Using Taichi’s thighs as an anchor, Yamato pulled out and slammed his hips back in with a quick heavy force. Taichi moaned out loudly, practically pulling the bedsheets off of the bed by the single thrust. Yamato groaned out in the same desperate manner as Taichi. And got to work setting the pace as best he could to meet his needs and Taichi’s sinful desires.

Yamato hooked one leg over his shoulder, wrapping his hand around the front of Taichi’s thigh as he fucked Taichi back and forth without holding back. He could feel the dull pain from where his legs kept hitting the bedframe. He was clinging onto Taichi’s leg so tight that Yamato could see the fingernail marks that he left. His other hand went straight for Taichi’s cock, jerking Taichi off in a similar pace as he was thrusting in.

The more Yamato continued the more wild it got. Yamato went from holding onto Taichi’s thigh to grabbing onto his lithe hips directly. He clawed at Taichi’s skin, letting the pain of the scratches mix in with the pleasure of each deep thrust that he made. Every single moan and groan was music to Yamato’s ear. And he soaked himself in every note that Taichi made.

Taichi was attractive obviously. But one of the things that undoubtedly turned on Yamato like crazy was Taichi’s voice. Maybe it was because Yamato was musically inclined and could tell what sounds were masterpieces. Whatever, he didn’t care. Yamato was positive that he didn’t need porn ever again so long as he had a recording of Taichi’s voice. Not that he’d say that out loud to anyone of course.

Taichi was moving so erotically against him. Meeting Yamato at the point of every thrust with a loud moan that wisped off in a breathy gasp. Yamato knew he wasn’t going to last long. Not with Taichi’s sexy voice bouncing off the walls at least. Yamato grunted with one harsh thrust, before bending down low enough to seal Taichi in for a kiss.

It was a cheap trick sure, but it was a way to get Taichi to quiet down so Yamato would be able to focus easier. Taichi loved being kissed anyway. The second Yamato got close enough, Taichi wrapped his arms around Yamato’s neck and closed the distance between them. Taichi’s previously loud moans for more were muffled in between Yamato’s lips. Yamato sighed against Taichi’s before sliding his tongue inside, distracting Taichi as best he could so that he could make this last as long as could.

He held Taichi down comfortable, slipping one arm underneath his head while the other one cupped the side of Taichi’s torso close. Yamato kept thrusting in and out of Taichi as fast and hard as he could, meeting each of Taichi’s demands even if was too occupied to voice them out for himself. Taichi gasped and moaned under Yamato’s force, but with Yamato’s tongue flickering in and out, he couldn’t find the breathing space to have those pleas bubble out of his throat.

Yamato buried himself to the hilt, holding down on Taichi’s hip as he ground against Taichi’s sweet spot before pulling out and shoving himself back in. Taichi’s brows tense, be he responded in the zealous kiss. Biting on Yamato’s lip, kissing the pain away, and letting his tongue ravage against Yamato’s to savor the taste of it all. Taichi’s hands went down Yamato’s back, clawing at the hem of Yamato’s shirt (why was that even still on!) before pulling it upward. He could feel Yamato smile on the skin of his lips, but the blond tease didn’t help him in removing the tight t-shirt until Taichi struggled to have it bunched up around the shoulders. Taichi would have been mad. He might have even said something about it. But he cheeks brightened when he saw Yamato pop out of his shirt collar and toss the clothing off to the side. Yamato’s hair was tussled, he was smirking, his usual chain necklace was still tied around his neck—despite how normal those things may have sounded. Taichi couldn’t blink his eyes away as Yamato lowered back down for their kiss. Taichi leaned up, touching Yamato’s cheeks as he lost his breath in the kiss. His fingers touched the ends of Yamato’s smooth hair as he sucked in his breath as Yamato suckled against his mouth. He started to drag his nails down Yamato’s back as Yamato feverishly worked his tongue inside of Taichi’s mouth the second he opened it. God—if Yamato wasn’t in the process of devouring Taichi—oh Taichi would have sunk his teeth into Yamato’s skin long past.

Taichi’s wordless moan was again swallowed by Yamato. It was starting to become too for him! His cock was rubbing in between his stomach and Yamato’s, the small grinding stimulation, trickled down his sense and made him cling onto Yamato in desperation. Yamato found himself in a comfortable rhythm, picking up his pace by anchoring himself with some different part of Taichi’s body. His thigh, his hip—now he was cupping his ass—shit. The pleasure was building up in Taichi’s core and was starting to tense under all of this pretense.

Desperate for air, Taichi pulled away from the heated kiss to breathe. All that came out was a long moan that shattered his vision and made him shut his eyes tightly. Taichi could hear Yamato make a strangled groan. Taichi tried to open his eyes again as Yamato peppered kisses along his jaw, but he made another loud moan again as he felt Yamato slam against him again.  Taichi dug his nails in Yamato’s back, holding him close, jutting his hips back down to meet Yamato’s thrusts and to grind his cock against Yamato’s toned stomach at the same time. He knew he wasn’t making any coherent words but he yelled them out anyway. More. Harder. Faster. Deeper. He didn’t care. He just didn’t want Yamato to stop.

Yamato was panting furiously against Taichi’s neck. His eyes were closed as he braced himself against Taichi, driving him against the bed with the ferocity akin to an animal. Taichi was making all of his sweet moans right against his ear. Each broken word and twisted ‘ohs’ and ‘ahs’ were as thick as falling honey. And Yamato was enjoying each drop like sin.

Yamato lapped against Taichi’s neck, biting down on all of his pressure points and leaving the hickey behind to make another one. Taichi was all around him and yet that wasn’t enough. Yamato wanted more of Taichi’s reactions, he needed it even. He wasn’t sure how long he could last, but so long as—

“Ah! Yamato!” Taichi broke off in a hard part, his warm breath blanketing against Yamato’s ear, “I’m gonna—I’m gonna!”

Yamato took a heavy gulp as he thrust hard as an involuntary reflux. He managed to peel himself off of Taichi, standing up again, to hold Taichi’s legs apart and go deeper with each penetration. Taichi cried out as Yamato found his prostrate again. Taichi’s eyes were wet with lust as he barely had them open. Yamato sucked in a sharp hiss of air as he made a mental snapshot of the image before him. Taichi being sweaty and flushed after a soccer game was always hot. Seeing him with the same effects from sex instead…that just brought Taichi in a whole other league.

“Me too,” Yamato managed to word out. He bunched Taichi’s legs together, the edge of his fingertips slipping under the blue trim of the cotton socks, “Taichi…” Yamato jut his hips forward, earning another heated moan, “Taichi!” Yamato kept pistoning in and out of his lover, “Taichi!” Yamato hissed out. All he could think was saying Taichi’s name over and over again. He didn’t care that his calves would have bruises from hitting the bed frame. He didn’t care if he’d have a sore back the next morning. The only thing that mattered was seeing Taichi’s beautiful overridden with pleasure as he rode out the waves of his climax.

Taichi’s chest was burning as he couldn’t stop himself from yelling out loudly. His legs pulsed, his hands tore the bedsheets off of the mattress. He could feel his stomach muscles contract as he couldn’t last a second longer. He didn’t know if he yelled out garbled nonsense or Yamato’s name at the end, he just felt his orgasm reach his peak and he was unable to process that overwhelming pleasure without yelling out. He came hard, shooting his seed all over his abdomen and his soccer jersey. If he didn’t cum so much the first time, he was sure he’d have a second orgasm just by Yamato making one heavy final thrust and cumming himself.

Yamato tried to pull out seeing as he didn’t have a condom. Taichi couldn’t help but stifle a laugh when Yamato grabbed the base of his cock and pulled out as fast he could, most of his cum falling over Taichi’s spread out legs and the edge of the bed. Taichi didn’t mind when Yamato came inside of him, even if Yamato kept nagging on about feeling cum leak out of you wasn’t pleasant at all. Taichi could still feel part of Yamato’s cum that was inside, and he had no complaints at all. Although. It might have been just because he was just coming off of his sex high.

Yamato fell onto the bed off of Taichi’s right, panting hard and his pale skin extremely flush all over. Taichi’s breathing was uneven as well, but he still mustered the energy to roll over on his side and brush the bangs out of Yamato’s face.

The blue eyes that Taichi loved seeing slowly blinked open. Yamato’s mouth was still open, trying hard to breathe like normal. Lovingly, Yamato rubbed his cheek against Taichi’s before speaking, “You okay?”

“Y-yeah,” Taichi cleared his throat when he realized how raspy he sounded. His mouth was really dry, “I’m fine.” He smiled softly, “You?”

Yamato hummed in response with a slight nod. He waited another minute to catch his breath before maneuvering back up again. Taichi knew from all the other times that it meant a clean towel, underwear and other clothes.

“Well,” Taichi started off as he was handed a towel and started to clean himself off, “You were certainly into it this time.” Taichi didn’t bother hiding the small chuckle in his voice, “You’re a really big pervert to like seeing me in my soccer uniform that much.”

Yamato snapped his head back from where he was stifling in their drawer for a pair of sweats to give to Taichi, “What—you liked it too!”

“Yeah it was fun and all,” Taichi sat up on his elbows with a tiny sneer, “But you were grunting like crazy and going super-fast and hard. Whew, Yamato. I didn’t know that such a dingy sports uniform could trigger you that far.”

“You wanted me to go that hard and fast!” Yamato threw the clothes at Taichi’s face. He tried not to feel shameful, but it was clear that Taichi’s teasing was getting under his skin.

“Ahhhh my ass hurts so much now!” Taichi feigned pain as he clothed himself, “You almost broke my legs bending them too far! I’m a delicate tulip you know! You’re so mean to me!”

“What! You! Oh! Shut the hell up! You like it when I do that! You idiot!” Yamato grumbled out what could only be obscenities as he changed into some comfortable pajamas.

Taichi was laughing out loudly, still snickering as Yamato laid down on the bed with his back toward Taichi and his arms crossed with cheeks bright red. Taichi was giggling all the same as he rolled over to hug Yamato, “I’m just messing around Yamato, its fine! Really! I did like it!”

“Tch. Whatever.” Yamato grumbled, “I knew you were going to do this! That’s why I didn’t want to go through with it!”

“Ah, you didn’t know nothin’,” Taichi waved off as he squeezed Yamato around the waist. He snuggled against Yamato’s neck, rubbing his nose behind his ear, “Besides. If it’s this intense when we play your fantasy. Imagine what’s going to happen when we play out mine.” Taichi waggled his eyebrows with a low seductive tone.

“…” Yamato turned around slowly, “…You…have one?” He chewed on the inside of his lip.

“Oh I don’t,” Taichi shrugged with an evil smirk on his face, “But I’m going to think of one. And it’s SO going to top yours.”

“…This is not a competition you know.”

“I know!” Taichi exaggerated the last syllable as he gave Yamato a light peck on the lips. His bright smile dropped quickly, “I’m still going to win you know.”

“Taichi!”

“My fantasy is going to kick your fantasy’s ass.”

“Oh my god!”

“I’ll do research. I’m going to look up stuff on the Internet. I’m going to the R-18 section of the video store. Trust me. Your mind is going to be blown!!”

“We’re never having sex again.”

“Hey I soiled my precious soccer uniform for you! I’m going to have you do something similar for me!”

Yamato rolled his eyes, “Is this what this is about?! Why are you such an idiot!”

Taichi gasped, “Don’t dismiss my soccer uniform! It’s very important to me!” He snapped his fingers, “How would you feel if I came all over your bass huh?” He paused and blinked momentarily, “Actually…”

“No! Do not!” Yamato yelled out and cut Taichi off as soon as could, “Seeing you dress up in soccer shorts is hot. But involving my instruments is not sexual at all, so don’t even try!”

“Oh I’m going to find a way!” Taichi laughed evilly, “Best part is! You’re going to like it too!”

“You’re such an idiot!”

“Well you fell in love with this idiot, so that makes you the bigger idiot!”

Yamato seethed knowing Taichi was absolutely right on that regard. Why did he give up all the opportunities to have a simpleton that was civilized and proper to spend the rest of his life with? Oh yeah, because none of them were close to shining as bright as Taichi.

“Ugh, whatever,” Yamato smacked Taichi on the chest and pushed him down. He made himself comfy on Taichi’s chest closing his eyes as he laid down, “Just shut up already and go to sleep. I’m tired now.”

“Ehhh but—”

“I did ALL of the work today Taichi. Good night!”

“Fiiiine.” Taichi sighed out.

Yamato was thankful that Taichi didn’t try to be anymore obnoxious. Mostly likely because he was also just as tired. Yamato took a relaxing breath in as Taichi swung his arm around Yamato and dragged a pillow under his head.

“Neh, Yamato.” Taichi yawned out, his voice trailing off as he was on the cusp of sleep.

Yamato groaned, “Taichi I swear—”

“Love you too.” Taichi murmured out.

Yamato paused, near frozen. He sighed out finally, moving up to see Taichi’s drowsy face. Even if he was about to fall asleep any second, he still had a big goofy smile on his face. A completely unguarded smile. A smile that only Yamato had the enjoyment of seeing.

He pushed himself upward, giving Taichi a chaste kiss on the lips before laying back down where he was comfortable, “Yeah.” Yamato yawned himself, “I love you.”

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The best kind of comfort

30 day OTP prompt challenge SFW

Prompt 15: During Their Night Rituals.

Digimon. 2187 words. Pairing: Taichi x Yamato. Rating: E for Everyone. Warnings: sticky sweet sap. established relationship. semi au? 

Summary: The only thing consistent about Taichi and Yamato’s home life is that they always fall asleep together. So when Taichi is not home. How the hell is Yamato supposed to sleep! 

A/N: I was looking at my list for all the planned fics I have.....and I noticed how god damn sad they are! On one hand, I always tend to favor bittersweet stories. But on the other. God damn I have a lot of mellow and sad fics planned. 

So I wanted to write something cute. I wanna say that I took a lot of liberties with some of headcanons and ideas of how Taichi and Yamato’s college and careers choices wind up happening. But eh. it’s a 2000 word oneshot. I think I’m still within the boundaries lol

Thank you all for reading. I hope you guys like it!

Yamato turned toward his left. Stuffing his pillow under his head like a pompous cloud as he curled his legs up and sank in his mattress.

Nope. Still wasn’t comfortable enough.

Yamato rolled on his back. Stretching his legs out so that his toes were sticking out from the blanket. Only to shiver and kick the blanket back over his feet.

Comparatively…for Yamato at least, this was...just as awful. Ugh.

Yamato grunted out loud as he physically lifted himself up. He readjusted his blanket, fluffed up his pillow again and fell face first into his bed. He wiggled and groaned as he clawed his hands over his pillow, hoping the slight addition of pressure would at least work.

…and it didn’t. Again.

Yamato puffed out a huge grumble of air as he pulled his head out from his pillow. He couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t sleep at all.

And he had Taichi to blame for that.

Since they moved out for college, Taichi and Yamato eventually shifted from their college dorm rooms to an apartment that worked out for the both of them. It was in an area they could afford, near a station that connected to almost all of the train lines. And made it easy for them to set up the mid tone for their growing lifestyle.

Technically their apartment had two bedrooms. And technically one room was dedicated to each of them. While Yamato was the smart one who opted for a big bed and small but reasonable desk space. Taichi ditched the idea of a bed for a couch futon so he could have his three-part monster corner desk. Even if Yamato protested when they were moving in. Taichi did have a good point. Since they’d be moving in together (finally) they’d be sleeping in the same bed. What was the point in having two? Yamato stopped bickering with Taichi because…well. He liked the idea of waking up and sleeping next to Taichi. Sure it was cheesy. But even Yamato could allow for some amount of romantic sap into his life.

Adjusting his solitary lifestyle to accommodate Taichi still had its difficulties. Yamato had been living the ‘bachelor’ style ever since he was little because it was just him and his father. While Taichi had the total stock picture family set up from birth to young adulthood. Habits that Yamato had more often than not disagreed with Taichi’s. Even tiny things like squeezing toothpaste out would have them arguing. Yamato still didn’t see the big deal with starting from the middle of the tube while Taichi insisted that squeezing out from the bottom was better. Only they would wind up giving each other the silent treatment for a week over toothpaste.

Yamato sighed as his hair fell flat over his face. He tapped his fingers along his arm before pulling the blanket close to him and snuggling in a cocoon. He still wasn’t comfortable. Damn that Taichi.

At first Yamato thought that it’d be easy living together. All the newly wed couples made the domestic life seem so cute and fun and full of excitement. But he wasn’t sure how the hell two people trying to make steadfast careers could wind up having a blissful home life.

Yamato was in the throes of his curriculum at school. Long lab hours. Longer lab tech hours. He spent more intimate moments with his study groups on the floor of department than he did with Taichi in recent memory. He knew that his major was hard, he still decided to pick it despite having no prior aptitude for astronomy or science. But still. It was hard. God he still hadn’t gotten his final marks from his stuck up physics professor. Yamato didn’t even have time to think about internships cause he was too busy trying to keep his grades to standard.

Unlike Taichi. Yamato could feel his temple throb thinking about how Taichi would go off on his ‘political science is a real science’ crap. Taichi’s coursework was a breeze as far was Yamato was concerned. While Yamato had to do problems that deconstructed the physical world as humans could acknowledge. Taichi just had to do a night’s reading of how bills turn into laws. Jeez.

It was because Taichi didn’t have heavy homework loads that he was able to take part in internships like crazy. City hall this. Capital that. Youth leadership. UN Models. Public speaking forays. Voting office statistics every other month. He was a teacher’s aide twice! Once for a political science professor who was writing a book. The second for an economics teacher who gave him a summer job at his firm for Taichi’s ‘charisma’. Damn it. Taichi didn’t even need to worry about meeting his grades. Not with a resume as decked out as his.

Taichi was always somewhere else. If he got an internship somewhere his first answer was yes, and his second one was ‘don’t worry I’ll figure it out’. He’s made trips out of the city, and currently, out of country. Right now he was ‘charisma-ing’ up in the United States. Yamato wasn’t even sure what for. Any time Taichi tried to talk to him he’d just get irritated with how little science was involved in political science and stopped listening.

Taichi would be gone for three weeks this time. Normally Yamato wouldn’t even mind (hell, they’d fly by so fast he’d barely notice). But this time—this time. It was during their winter break. Their three week winter break.

Yamato was going to mention that it was during their end of the year vacation time. But even if he wasn’t listening to the details of Taichi’s boring speech and debate work, he could tell that he was really excited about the opportunity he had. In the end he was the one that helped Taichi packed his things and sent him off with a smile.

He couldn’t help but sigh out dejectedly in his bed. Rolling around so that that the blanket would be tighter around him. Yamato still couldn’t get comfortable enough for sleeping, and that was entirely because Taichi wasn’t here to hug him close and keep him warm.

Despite how busy their schedules got. Even if they wound up missing their planned dinner dates. Or unable to wake up in time for their makeup breakfast dates. There was one thing that they always did and that was sleep together. It was the main reason why Yamato decided on this large bed rather than a smaller bed that left more floor space. Even if they’d get home at different times. Yamato could ease away from his stress from working his way into Taichi’s arms. Right before Yamato drifted off to sleep he could always feel Taichi kiss him gently before murmuring a quiet goodnight. Whether he was against Taichi’s chest or he crawled behind Taichi and spooned against him. Having Taichi’s warmth all for himself was how he could feel secure. It was comfort in his purest form. And it was just for Yamato.

Sleeping alone in his big bed was lonely. And cold. And even if he didn’t say anything to Taichi leaving for three weeks. It was all his fault that Yamato couldn’t sleep now.

How long had he have to suffer through these sleepless nights now? Three weeks? Yamato couldn’t tell the difference between an hour and a millennium in his current insomniac state. He was tired damn it. Really tired. Why couldn’t he muster the strength he needed to close his eyes and go the fuck to sleep.

Muttering a slur of obscenities under his breath, Yamato opted for to shove his head back under his pillow and kick around until his frustrations ceased. His tantrum did quell after some time. And it was back to listening to the drab sounds of a quiet apartment alone in his chilly bed.

Yamato rolled back over to his side. Closing his eyes tightly as he reverted to sheer stubbornness to make himself sleep. He let his mind repeat its mantra in a repetitive cycle. Hoping the boredom of it all would wind up making him fall asleep.

He didn’t hear any of the quiet creaks of doors opening and closing. Nor the ruffling sounds of bags being put on the ground. He definitely didn’t hear any shuffling of feet dragging across the floor. Not when he was so venomous about falling asleep that he wouldn’t let the slightest pin drop deter him away from his concentration.

Just when he finally stop muttering his mantra to himself, just when he finally relaxed his tense brow to gently ease into going to sleep and not waking up feeling completely unrested. Yamato heard a small chuckle from across the room and it made his soft closed eyes begrudgingly open. Before he had a chance to turn around and wreak havoc to whatever disrupted him—he felt a sudden pressure from the opposite side of the bed. He could feel the springs squeak and bend under him and covers lift up and of course someone fill in those gaps.

“What.” Yamato’s voice was hoarse as he could barely whip himself around. When he did crane his head around, he saw something that he didn’t expect at the late hour of 4:13 AM. He saw Taichi.

“Oh. Sorry,” Taichi was quiet, but he definitely sounded way more awake than Yamato, “Did I wake you up?”

“…” Yamato rolled over to make sure he was reading the time right. Then looked back over his shoulder to make sure he was seeing correctly, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m back home!” Taichi chirped with a large smile. Even in the dark light of the early morning, Yamato still had to wince at how dazzling Taichi’s smile was, “Technically my flight back to here was earlier than this. But you know how those time zones work better than me.”

“What?! What about your internship? Why didn’t you tell me that you’d be coming back today?”

“My internship ended. I thought I told you…although. Yeah. I probably forgot. I forgot that it was my last day even. I was crazy busy the entire time.”

“Taichi!”

“It’s fine! I had some extra cash so I just got a cab home,” Taichi laughed off. He laid down as he adjust the covers over him, even if it meant pulling some of the blanket away from Yamato. He took a hearty breath before pulling himself close against Yamato. Without so much as a second thought Taichi wrapped his arms around Yamato’s waist with a goofy grin on his face, “The plane back home wasn’t much fun though. Those seats are really uncomfortable, I tried to sleep the ride off but I couldn’t get comfortable at all.”

Yamato blushed at how easily Taichi closed the distance between them. Just as quickly as their contact started, Yamato could feel the warmth that he had been craving. It started off slow, only at the points that made direct contact with Taichi. But Yamato knew from experience he’d be feeling warm all over in no time at all.

“Idiot…you should have told me you were coming today.” Yamato still had a pout as he laid his cheek flat on the pillow, “Or at least…something. Last message I got from you was you pointing at the White house going ‘I wonder what part is the house?’.” Yamato rolled his eyes.

“I never did find that out…” Taichi trailed off to himself, but he scooted closer to Yamato and rubbed his nose against his in a chaste manner that only caused Yamato to shy away further, “I missed you though.”

“…” Yamato looked back up into Taichi’s eyes. The large almond eyes that Yamato managed to find faith in and managed to be so infuriated with at times. He couldn’t decide what to feel at this moment. It probably was because he was tired, “Tch, whatever.”

“Hey! That’s so mean! Didn’t you miss me too?!”

“Quiet down I’m trying to sleep.”

“Yamato!!”

Yamato only groaned in response, pushing his away against Taichi’s neck so that he could go back to his usual spot against his shoulder. He could hear Taichi puff out his annoyance, but he felt Taichi hug him tighter. Yamato mirrored the same action and took a long deep breath, partially taking in Taichi’s scent and feeling relaxed by the simplicity of it.

Taichi shifted just slightly. He moved as per his usual, and Yamato moved his legs so that they both could find a compromise in which they could both be comfortable in such a tight embrace. Once their legs finally settled against one another, Yamato could feel his eyes drift to close without him having to expend any effort at all.

Just as Yamato was about to fall asleep, he felt Taichi kiss his forehead with a soft whisper. Yamato didn’t have to hear Taichi clearly to know what he said. He curled up closer against Taichi with a soft smile on his lips.

“Love you too,” Yamato inaudibly whispered right before he lulled to sleep by the sound of Taichi’s heartbeat.

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Past and Present

Digimon. Pairing: Yamato + Gabumon (Platonic) Words: 1815 Rating: G Warnings: None whatsoever. 

Summary: Takes place during Tri’s reunion. As much as Gabumon’s happy to see Yamato again. Catching up to him is leaving him bittersweet. 

A/N: So this is for @noctilucentstorm as part of the Digimon Secret Santa! Surprise! It was me all along! Mwahahaha! 

Lol, so i was looking over the prompts you gave me. And I was going to make you two fics. The first one was of this really cute Taiorato College AU idea. Where Sora and Taichi have been friends in high school and went to seperate universites. While Sora became friends with Yamato during their first year at Uni. And for winter break Sora brings Yamato back to the city with her to meet Taichi cause she thinks they’ll get along.....and obviously they don’t. And their winter break is just ridiculous banter back and forth before they actually get along toward the end of the week lmao 

But!! I’m so sorry due to my time constraints (and me being way too overzealous about this AU) I kept making it bigger and bigger until I realized there was no way I could possibly to do justice to it and make it on the deadline. So instead of two fics, I present you with one. This story was a cute little idea I thought of when I was looking at your icon and thinking about  Yamato/Gabumon’s friendship. 

I hope you still like it!!! When I manage to get this AU written out, you’ll be the first I message about it! Happy holidays! I hope your end of the year is wonderful for you!

There was no safer place than by Yamato’s side. Gabumon didn’t know the exact reason why that was true. He could wonder if it had something to do to their destined bond, or if he just simply enjoyed Yamato’s presence and loved the time he spent with him. Truthfully it didn’t matter. After not seeing Yamato for so long, he was finally with him again. That simple pleasure held more meaning than anything else.

“Woah…” Gabumon’s gasp ended with a soft giggle, “Your room is cleaner than the last time I was here.”

“Aha, very funny,” Yamato rolled his eyes as he put Gabumon down on his feet, “It’s not like I like leaving it messy, I just get busy and forget to tidy up.”

Gabumon shook his head pretending to be unconvinced, “You know Yamato, slacking off on cleaning is not a good habit to have.”

“Again, very funny,” Yamato said with a stale monotone voice. His curtness didn’t last long. Soon he was gently smiling at Gabumon’s light banter, “Do you need anything right now? Water or something?”

“No, no. I’m fine.”

“I see, well I’ll be right back so you can just relax for a little bit okay.”

“Okay.”

Yamato nodded as he left the room with the door ajar. Gabumon smiled back at Yamato’s gentle demeanor as he stood in his friend’s room.

Even if it had been a year since they’ve last seen each other, they were still able to go back to their normal routine as if no time had passed. Gabumon couldn’t help but feel a little relieved at that. He was the same, he’d always be the same. But Yamato was no longer the child he once was. He had grown, to a degree Gabumon didn’t even expect, even if it had been ‘just’ a year. It felt like Yamato was a different place than where he was….

Gabumon shook his head and puffed out a breath through his nose. There was no need to think about such down thoughts right off of the bat, he had just reunited with Yamato after all!

Glancing around the room Gabumon noticed some differences since the last time he stayed with Yamato in the human world. Other than the layout being neater, he noticed a few things changed from the books on Yamato’s desk to the placement of his bed. There were new posters up on the walls that Gabumon couldn’t recognize. And the colors of the room weren’t as dark anymore.

There was Yamato’s bass case propped up in the corner of his room.  Followed by a small stereo system and some CD’s scattered around it. Gabumon trotted along the floor toward the small music space that Yamato created. Careful to not disrupt the pen and paper with notes scribbled along the margins, the small digimon shuffled through the CD’s with mild interest.

Music was an integral part of Yamato’s life. Even if Gabumon didn’t know too much about it, Yamato was always kind enough to explain it to him. Everything from the difference to guitar and bass to how harmonies and music bars were created. Gabumon took part in Yamato’s passion just from listening to him explain how music was.

As he was flipping in and out of the CD’s he did notice a few things wrong. If he remembered correctly, the Teen-Aged Wolves were a J-Rock/Pop band. They’re songs were mostly upbeat, catchy, meant to drive a crowd’s mood in a happier plane. Yamato specifically listened to bands that followed that motif, even if it wasn’t something that he liked right away. He did so to stay in line with what the band’s theme was.

But the stack of CD’s weren’t like that at all. Most of them had harsher cut images than the ones he remember seeing in the past. Their band names were rougher, steelier. And Gabumon couldn’t spot a single name that was remotely familiar with him. These were not the same kinds of CD’s that he knew Yamato liked to listen to for inspiration.

“Okay I’m back,” Yamato patted his hands on his shirt as he entered the room, “Sorry I just wanted to call my dad and update him with what’s going on.” He shrugged casually, “Not that he’ll mind anyway. But it’s better to keep him in the loop.”

“Oh,” Gabumon still had the CD’s in his hands as he was looking up, “That’s fine then. I haven’t seen your father in a long while too.”

“Yeah…well he won’t be home tonight…but when he comes back I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”

Gabumon smiled nodding as he put the CD’s back down in the exact fashion as he found them. He looked at the plastic covers with the dark art and strange twist of unfamiliarity. He heard Yamato shuffle behind him, unconcerned with Gabumon handling his music collection. Gabumon looked up slightly to see Yamato sitting at his desk quietly and the digimon shifted slightly, “Yamato, mind if I ask you something?”

“Hm? What is it?”

“Well it’s…” Gabumon picked up one of the CD’s to make his question clearer. The CD cover was entirely black, with the band name in red and their faces barely lit under dramatic lighting, “These aren’t the same bands that you were studying before right? What happened with the other music? Wouldn’t it be bad if the Teenage-Wolves didn’t have the same style of music?”

“Hm?” Yamato hummed slightly as he stared at the cover in Gabumon’s paw. He unintentionally scoffed, before gently edging that tension away, “Oh. The Teenage-Wolves aren’t a band anymore.”

“What?” Gabumon jumped, not bothering to put the CD away properly, “What happened? I thought you liked being a band!”

“Yeah well…we spilt up. We stopped agreeing with each other about what was best for the band and once that’s starts happening you can’t really stop it.” Yamato said monotonously, “It’s fine though, I’m part of a new band now. We’re called Knife of Day now.”

“Knife of Day?”

“Mhm.”

“…I see…” Gabumon looked down at the new music collection.

Yamato noticed the solemn look in his partner’s eyes. He leaned forward, “What’s wrong?”

“Hm? It’s nothing.” Gabumon forced a smile to try to seem like his normal self again.

“Gabumon.” Yamato insisted. Even if he didn’t say anything else. The sternness in his voice was apparent enough. Imploring Gabumon that this wasn’t the time to try to keep his thoughts to himself.

Gabumon blinked, looking away. It wasn’t like he didn’t know that. Out of everything in this world and his, Yamato and his bond where one of the few where they could be completely honest with each other. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to tell Yamato…he was just…a little embarrassed that’s all.

“Well it’s obvious enough…” Gabumon started quietly, “But you’ve really grown up.”

“Well, yeah—”

“It’s a little sad for me to be honest,” Gabumon interrupted, “That you grew up without me.”

Yamato flinched, looking downward, “Gabumon…”

“I mean, it was definitely going to happen! I mean you’ve been living your life here while I’ve been in the digital world after all!” Gabumon ended in soft laugh, “It’s just a little…what’s the word? Saddening? I thought I understood you and all of your interests…but I don’t.” Gabumon looked up directly at Yamato, “It’s not like I’m not happy to see you grown up…it’s just I don’t know. Lonesome? In a way. It makes me wish that I had been here through that change instead of being surprised by it…”

Yamato stayed silent, biting the inside of his lip as his digimon stated the truth. Gabumon mirrored that silence. The sun was setting, making the light of the room a tan orange. Even if the light was technically bright and warm enough. Yamato didn’t know what to say to conjecture his partner. He didn’t feel like he was much different, but the evidence proved otherwise.

When he thought back to the days when he was first in the digital world. He remembered being confused and scared about what to do next. Whether they were doing the right thing, and being immensely afraid of doing the wrong thing. Even if he swung back and forth all the time, Gabumon was always by his side supporting him no matter what. That was his safety net. Knowing no matter what happened, he would still have a friend who supported him.

He wasn’t sure how to give back the same kind of feeling back. Even if he could argue against what Gabumon said, his heart wouldn’t be in it. He couldn’t change the truth of what has happened this past year.

“…” Yamato looked away from his floor as he leaned back in his chair. He sighed out and aimlessly glanced around his room, “Hey.”

“What is it?” Gabumon asked, sitting down against the bed.

Yamato reached over toward the small shiny case propped against the corner of his desk. He rubbed the dust off of the box first, before opening it up and pulling out the small brass harmonica, “I still remember how to play this though.”

Gabumon’s eyes lit up instantly, “You still have that?”

“Of course,” Yamato ran his thumbs over some of the scratches and nicks that he got on the brandishing. He experimentally blew into it. Nodding as he noticed it was still in tune, “I wouldn’t be able to get rid of this. Not with all of the memories in it.”

“I haven’t heard you play your harmonica in so long though!” Gabumon perked up his ears.

Yamato kept his laugh to himself. He knew how much Gabumon loved listening to him play when he was young. But he did find it cute how Gabumon was like a puppy wagging his tail at seeing him with his instrument again, “You want me to play you a song?”

“Yes of course!”

Yamato leaned back, once again blowing into the harmonica to get a feel for how he should play the instrument. Gabumon got more comfortable, climbing up onto the bed even as he sat down with his paws in his lap. Yamato blew a high note, easing it into the melody that was ingrained into him since he was a child. And started playing the song that he couldn’t ever forget.  

It was hard saying that ‘nothing was the same’. The idea that so much had changed without them realizing it was a hard truth to accept. A part of Yamato wanted to still believe that everything was like how he remembered.

Yamato opened his eyes slightly, seeing Gabumon sit straight with his paws in his lap. His eyes were fussed closed, and his ears twitched every so often. Yamato smiled against his harmonica.

Well. Some things were still the same. Gabumon was still a friend that’d be there with him no matter what.