#ch: mimi tachikawa

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endgame

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for @ashxketchum!! requested some time ago and finally got to finish it (there's a part that just won't write itself!). i know you asked for takari but your takari for me, my mimato for you (even though it's a little unfair since i love mimato, too). i still do hope you like it! i had a lot of fun writing this and it kinda went on and on as i typed once the part finally wrote itself. anyways! enjoy (i hope)!!

endgame | main characters ; yamato ishida, mimi tachikawa, some taichi yagami and sora takenouchi, can't forget gabumon, palmon, agumon, and piyomon | universe ; au / can be placed anywhere after 02 | ships ; yamato x mimi, taichi x sora, takeru x hikari | genre ; fluff, humor | word count ; 2,235 | rating ; 13+ | edited ; three times - forgive me for any mistakes

Yamato was never in the mood for flirting. He knew people fawned over him, he knew his band was worshiped by those his age, and sure, he did “have a feeling” that flirting was going to be part of his life. But he never even tried to flirt back. Well, maybe he did, but it was usually against his will.

The band was not together anymore, having to go their separate ways, but he still loved them. The flirting, however, did not stop. He knew he was a good-looking guy but now that he was living a life that did not involve anything that required him to “go out there and fly”, maybe a life without people flirting with him 24/7 would be nice.

He and Taichi were having a meal in a small diner with Gabumon and Agumon hidden beside them. The digimons were enjoying their food while their partners talked about school.

Although they took up different courses, they still had some minor classes together, which, despite Yamato not admitting it, was a relief from all the other students they swarmed with. He had made some friends, but no one at the same level he had with Taichi. Everyone came from different backgrounds, and if they were to be honest, it was a little overwhelming, especially since it was their first year in university.

“Are you going to Shinichi’s party on Friday?” Taichi asked.

“Who’s Shinichi?” Yamato questioned, not bothering to look up from his food.

“He’s in one of our minor classes,” Taichi responded, “cool guy. But this party is a little too early, don’t you think? It could be a way to make some friends, I guess. Wanna go together?”

“Can we go?” Agumon asked.

“A party’s always fun,” Gabumon said.

Taichi smiled at them and then looked at Yamato. “What do you say?”

Yamato looked over at the smiling Gabumon and Agumon and sighed. “Okay, let’s go.”

“Great!” Taichi exclaimed.

“But you’re driving,” Yamato said.

“Sora will.”

“Sora?”

“Yeah. She wants to go. But she wants to bring her car so that she can leave anytime she wants.” Taichi shrugged. “Her mom’s car. And she said walking would be a pain, Shinichi’s venue is a little far.”

“We can always ask Birdramon to fly us away,” Agumon jested.

Taichi chuckled, Gabumon laughed, and even Yamato gave a smile.

“So what time do we meet her?” Yamato asked.

“Not sure yet. But we’ll ask her, or message if we don’t see each other anytime soon.”

Yamato smirked. “Right. Anytime soon.”

When Friday arrived, Sora, Taichi, and Yamato, along with their digimon partners, were packed inside Sora’s mom’s car. It was just a four-seater after all, it would only be Mrs. Takenouchi, Sora, whenever Mr. Takenouchi would come home, and Piyomon. And of course, Piyomon rode shotgun, while the men were cramped at the back.

“I think we’re here,” Sora said, looking out the window.

“Finally,” Yamato sighed in relief.

“The place is packed and in full swing!” Taichi said.

“Let’s just find a place to park. Doesn’t look like there’s a lot of cars.”

As they drove around, Gabumon pointed at a spot and Sora immediately swirled to get to it. Both Taichi and Yamato looked at each other, surprised by the speed and sudden jerk of the ride.

They got out of the car and Taichi whispered how his soul nearly left his body after that short ride. Yamato rolled his eyes and stated that he was overreacting.

“His place isn’t that big up-close,” Taichi observed. “It’s just the garden.”

“You think there’ll be beer?” Yamato wondered.

“You three find a spot,” Sora ordered. “Somewhere we can see each other.”

“I don’t think there is a place where we can see each other,” Yamato said.

That could be true. The house was packed. So far, the three have not found anyone they knew. But they were just outside and there were not many people around, perhaps they would find more people inside.

“Think you three can go around without being seen?” Taichi asked.

“Of course!” All three digimons grinned.

The group dispersed, the digimons to the right and the Chosen Children straight ahead.

When they reached inside, they looked around for anyone familiar. After a minute of standing by the door, Sora was called by another young lady and she excused herself from the boys.

“We’ll leave at midnight on the dot,” she told them as she walked away.

“Yes, ma’am,” they both murmured.

After some time of just being together, people-watching, someone came up to them. Taichi straightened up while Yamato raised an eyebrow.

“Hey, glad you two can make it!”

“Thanks for the invite, Shinichi,” Taichi said, smiling.

“Yeah, the party’s great,” Yamato said, although he actually did not find the party that great.

“I’m glad you think so, Yamato. I really wanted your approval.” Shinichi grinned. “I heard you were pretty popular back then, I know you are right now. I wanted the approval of someone who knows how to party.”

“I don’t know how to party,” he replied. “I was in a band, but that didn’t mean we were always partying.”

“I see.” Shinichi pursed his lips. “I’m sorry for assuming. But anyway, enjoy the party.” And he waved goodbye as he disappeared into the crowd.

“I think he likes you,” Taichi joked.

Yamato sighed. “I don’t regret the band.”

“I know you don’t, we all do.” Taichi placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “But come on, enough of this. Time to have fun before the old lady tells us to go home.” He snickered.

Yamato scoffed. “I’m going to tell her you said that, I’m sure she won’t like it. At all.”

They both laughed.

The two did enjoy the party. They made new acquaintances and even stuck with a group. They invited Sora in and the three were glad they had new people by their side.

At some point, as the group was talking, Sora paused mid-sentence and everyone waited for her to continue.

“So—?”

“Mimi!”

Both Taichi and Yamato immediately looked to where Sora saw Mimi, followed by the rest of the group.

“What’s she doing here?” Sora wondered, her voice filled with worry.

“Why?” One of the members asked. “What’s wrong?”

Sora shook her head and headed straight for the young girl. Taichi and Yamato followed suit.

“Mimi,” Sora called her.

Mimi looked back and grinned. “Sora!” She stepped forward and gave her a hug, which Sora returned. When they let go, Mimi hugged both Taichi and Yamato as well. “I’m sure Palmon has found the others already.”

“Mimi,” Sora said softly. “What are you doing here?”

“I was invited,” she smiled. “They said there was going to be a party here and I thought it might be fun, you know. And Palmon’s with me.”

“Mimi,” Taichi started. “Who invited you?”

“Shinichi Ozawa did,” she replied. “Why? Is something wrong?”

“Well, no…” Sora said, tilting her head a little. “But, this is a college party. Does Shinichi know that you’re not a college student yet?”

Mimi began to think. “I went to your campus one time, and that’s when he invited me.”

“What were you doing on our campus?” Yamato asked.

“I wanted to surprise you all,” she answered, grinning at him. “But then I asked if you three were coming to the party. He said he wasn’t sure but I wanted to take my chances and surprise you here instead! Isn’t this fun?” Though she sounded unsure when she said the last part.

Yamato sighed. “I don’t think asking you to leave is an option, especially since you’ll be alone—even with Palmon.”

“So what do we do?” Taichi asked.

Sora licked her upper lip. “Babysit.”

Mimi’s eyes widened. “No!”

“Mimi, we don’t know these people. We don’t know these people. Please, stick with at least one of us. We’ll make it up to you, we promise. Just please, Mimi?” Sora pouted.

Mimi looked at all three of them but focused on Sora last. After a few seconds, Mimi sighed. “Okay. I don’t want to admit it but I am a little nervous about this.” She frowned. “Especially since I wasn’t even sure if you guys would be here.”

The three older Chosen Children sighed in relief.

Just then, the group that group the three were talking to appeared and asked what was happening.

“This is Mimi,” Sora introduced. “She’s one of our closest friends.”

“Really?” One of the guys asked. “I’ve never seen you around campus. What course are you in?”

“She’s from another university,” Yamato said quickly.

“May I visit you there?” the same guy asked, his voice a little flirty.

Yamato was suddenly feeling very protective of the younger girl. He did not like the thought of an older stranger visiting her. “Not at the moment,” he said.

“Why don’t you let her answer for herself?” the guy snapped.

Mimi smiled. “Yamato’s just always been protective of us. I don’t mind him answering for me…sometimes.” She giggled.

Yamato knew she was lying so he wondered why she was playing along.

The party was in even fuller swing about forty-five minutes later. Although the three knew Mimi was not too happy with the situation, they also saw that she was having a good time.

At the stroke of twelve, Sora ordered everyone out of the house after thanking Shinichi for the invite. As they headed for the car, the four digimons arrived by their side.

“Yamato, would you take the car and bring Mimi home?” Sora asked.

“Sure,” Yamato answered. “But what about you guys?”

Taichi intertwined his and Sora’s fingers and smiled.

“Got it.”

Mimi squealed. “You two have fun!”

“Agumon, Piyomon?” Palmon looked at them.

“We’ll protect them,” Piyomon said. “But we won’t ruin their moment.”

When everything was set, Yamato, Mimi, Gabumon, and Palmon entered the car. They were quiet for a while until Palmon asked Gabumon how Takeru and Hikari were.

“They’re still very shy,” Gabumon replied. “But that’s expected, right, Yamato?”

“Either very shy or very guarded,” he said with a laugh. “Taichi is still all over them.”

“And you’re not?” Mimi asked, smiling.

Yamato smirked. “Takeru can handle himself. Even if this is his first relationship.”

“Everyone knows Takeru and Hikari would be endgame,” Mimi said with a giggle.

“And Taichi and Sora, too,” Gabumon added.

“Yamato, didn’t Sora have a crush on you before? Mimi said that she gave you something special for Christmas one time. What happened?”

“Palmon!” Mimi chided.

Yamato sighed. “I’ve only told Taichi what happened.”

“I’m sorry,” Palmon said, bowing her head. “I was just very curious now that the topic came up.”

“I knew that Taichi had feelings for her, and I couldn’t do that to him, especially since I only ever felt feelings of friendship for Sora.”

“And Sora gradually had feelings for Taichi, too. And he didn’t even have to try too hard despite having strong feelings, correct?” Mimi grinned as Yamato nodded. “It just means they’re meant to be!”

The four talked more about their friend’s love lives. Mimi’s home was a little on the farther side so they had a lot of time to gossip.

Finally, Mimi had a mischievous look on her face. “What about you, Yamato?”

Yamato smirked. “What about you, Mimi?”

“Don’t turn this in my direction. I asked first.”

“If there’s nothing to say then it only makes sense the question goes back to you.”

“Oh please, someone like you is bound to have someone in mind.”

“There’s no one, Mimi. And again, what about you? If I remember correctly, you’ve always been a hopeless romantic.”

“I still am,” she admitted. “But my goal is different now. I want to play Cupid.”

“Don’t force it though.”

“I know the limits. Now c’mon, Yamato. Answer me.”

“There’s no one, Mimi.”

“Do I have to play Cupid?”

“If it’s with you then I don’t mind.” A smirk on his face.

“I’m serious!”

“Oh look, we’re here.”

Mimi looked up and sighed when she saw the building she lived in. “Okay, fine. But you owe me an answer, Ishida.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes, but a smirk appeared on his face. “It’s time to go, Tachikawa. It’s getting late. Too late.”

“Will you bring the car back to Sora’s?”

“Yes. And then Gabumon and I will walk home.”

Mimi smiled. “Okay. Thanks for the ride.” She turned to the back seat as Palmon went down. “Goodnight, Gabumon.”

Yamato raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll say goodnight to you if you give me an answer.”

“The gas is running,” Yamato said, looking at the meter. “Goodnight, Mimi. Goodnight, Palmon.”

“Goodnight, Yamato,” Palmon said with a wave.

Mimi chuckled. “Okay. Goodnight, Yamato. Goodnight again, Gabumon.”

“Goodnight, Mimi. Goodnight, Palmon,” Gabumon said.

Yamato looked at her and smiled. “G’night.”

Mimi smiled once again and closed the door.

Once Yamato saw that the two had gone inside the building safely, he drove away.

“Yamato,” Gabumon said.

“Yeah?”

“You were flirting with Mimi, weren’t you?”

Yamato choked. “Flirting? Me? I wouldn’t say so.”

“You were.”

“I was not.”

“You even said—.”

“Gabumon,” Yamato said in a warning tone. This only made his digimon laugh. “Gabumon!”

“You won’t admit it, but you were!”

Yamato sighed. “You’re not letting this go, are you?” Gabumon shook his head. “Just don’t mention it to anyone. And no, I was not flirting.”

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“Of course they’re both attractive,” Mimi said. It was honestly hard to find someone that Mimi didn’t find attractive. Especially all her friends. There was no one in her friend group that she didn’t think were attractive, who would say that their friends were unattractive?

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@mementofloreo cont from here.

Mimi glanced around the bustling hall in the school, and while she had absolutely no shame about what she was going to do. She didn’t need a public overseeing it. “Can we go outside?” she asked, tapping the toe of her shoe on the ground. “I kinda wanna do this in private, I know wild right,” she said reaching up to tug on her hair. A pale soft brown, since the school had totally flipped absolute shit when she had shown up with pink hair on day one. Yelling at her about no unnatural colors. (Totally uncool if you asked her.) 

“Please, it’s kinda important. And a your ears only situation at the moment.” 

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@storiestold​ 💚 mimi && hikari

          ❝ Hikari-chan!! ❞  Mimi calls out her name, waving a hand high above her head as she spots the younger girl who is growing so much bigger! Mimi sometimes forgets. Even if she religiously follows Hikari on all social networks, it’s different actually seeing her.  ❝ You know, you’re gonna have to tell your brother to stop being so mean to me and actually ANSWER my texts. Isn’t it the WORST when a boy ignores you?! How is he ever expecting to find a girlfriend like this? All girls are gonna be running FAR away from him. ❞

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Digimon Adventure Novels Mimi Tachikawa + hints of her interactions / foreshadowing with Jou and Koushiro

Throughout the entire bus ride, Mimi Tachikawa was so absorbed in gossiping with her friends Taako and Mi–chan that she never bothered to look at the gradually changing scenery outside her window. Nor was she interested in doing so anyway. If you were to ask her later what landmarks the bus went through to get to their campgrounds in Mikami Canyon, she would have told you that she had no idea. “Okay, we’re here!” Fujiyama–sensei’s loud voice was useful to him during the school’s morning assemblies, for it could reach all the way to the back of the auditorium without the assistance of a microphone. Within the narrow bus, however, it caused everyone’s ears to ring. “The group you belong in is listed on the printout I gave you before we left. Your leaders will be wearing arm bands with their names on it, so find them using that and stick with your group. After that, listen to what your leader tells you. That is all.” Mimi looked down at the official–looking printout in her hands. In felt–tip pen was handwritten, “Kido Group (Leader: 6th Grade, Jou Kido)” “Hey, do you know who Kido is?” Mimi asked Taako, who was sitting next to her. Taako’s handout had “Arihara Group” written on it. “Kido–san would be…” Searching outside the window, it wasn’t long before Taako pointed, “Over there!” The boy she was indicating was dressed neatly in an open–collared shirt and an Ivy League–styled vest. Besides wearing glasses and the arm band that signified he was a leader, his shoulder was burdened by a square–shaped bag labeled “Emergency Food Supply.” Perhaps he was also feeling the heavy responsibility that came with being a leader because his face looked a little stiff. “Hmm… He doesn’t seem that reliable…” Mimi mused, but she was interrupted by Mi–chan, who motioned to them hurriedly, saying, “Look, look!” Mi–chan was pointing at the front of the bus, where a boy wearing a long–sleeved orange shirt was about to get off. Even Mimi knew who he was. They hardly ever talked together, but he was her classmate, Koushiro Izumi. Mi–chan wanted them to look at what Koushiro was carrying on his back – a wireless laptop. “Isn’t he so weird for bringing that all the way to camp?” Mi–chan sneered with mocking laughter, but Mimi didn’t laugh. She simply didn’t find any reason to. -- Mimi Tachikawa noticing Jou Kido and Koushiro Izumi pre-snowstorm (Ep. 01) - from the Digimon Adventures novel written by director Kakudou (Ch. 2) (emphasis / bolding / italics mine) (*NOTE: Though the novels were written by Kakudou, they do diverge from the original story at points past the initial File Island arc, especially by the middle of the second novel and by the third and final Adventure novel [the third novel of which is not yet translated, though summaries of a few short parts were given]. They also contain, however, many rather interesting looks into the Chosens’ personalities and potential interactions as seen by Kakudou, such as these.)

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that’s not a pure word

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a super late gift for @sincerelytan​!!!

this is so exciting for me because this has been in the works for a long time but i FINALLY got around to finishing it even though it’s a little short. i feel it’s because the ending never really got to me? so i re-did it a few times and i finally found the right groove. i hope you like it!!

that’s not a pure word | main characters ; yamato ishida, mimi tachikawa, satoshi ishida (oc) | universe ; au / no digimon partners | ships ; yamato x mimi | genre ; humor, family | word count ; 1,077 | rating ; g | edited ; three times - forgive me for any mistakes

Yamato and Mimi had just finished preparing Satoshi’s birthday dinner. He cooked the food and she baked the cake. It was just a simple party, just the three of them for now. Or four counting the baby inside Mimi. Satoshi liked to count them in already.

“Happy birthday, Satoshi-kun,” Mimi greeted as she brought out the cake. There were five small blue candlesticks on it and as soon as she placed it on the table, her son blew them all out with a single whoosh. “You haven’t even made your wish!” she gasped.

“I’ve already made my wish,” Satoshi said with a huge grin. “But I’m not going to tell you,” he added in a sing-song voice.

“You’re keeping secrets from us now?” Yamato asked, his voice steady, but he tried his best to hide the tiny smile he had on his face.

Satoshi giggled. “Only my wishes.”

“How can we make your wish happen if we don’t know about it,” Mimi asked teasingly.

“Tenma-onii-chan said that you should never tell your birthday wishes. I should only tell Tenma-oii-chan and Akihito-onii-chan.” Satoshi crossed his arms and nodded.

Yamato sighed. “Such a Takeru thing to do.”

Mimi laughed. “Next thing you know, Michiru-chan is acting like Hikari.”

“Mama,” Satoshi called, “do you think the baby will be a girl?”

Mimi tilted her head a little. “We haven’t asked the doctor,” she admitted. “We kind of want it to be a surprise.”

“Why? How will you pick out his or her name?”

“We have names ready,” Yamato answered. “But we want this to be a surprise this time.”

“But why?”

Yamato and Mimi looked at each other. “No reason, really,” Yamato said. “That’s just the way we want it to be.”

Satoshi frowned. “I wished for a baby sister.”

Mimi smiled. “Let’s hope the baby is a baby sister then.”

“But what if the baby is a boy?”

Yamato crouched to his level. “Will you not love him?”

Satoshi shook his head. “I will, but I want a baby sister like Chiru-chiru-chan.”

“Girl or boy, you’ll be the best big brother ever.” Yamato patted his head and grinned. “You take after me after all!”

Days later, Mimi and Satoshi were out shopping. They were going on a short holiday during the summer and Yamato wanted them to buy clothes while the season was still far. Mimi laughed and said that they did not have to worry. Yamato argued about the crowd.

As Mimi looked around, Satoshi was happily trotting beside her. She had bought him a new, small basketball set. While the headboard and net were in the cart, he was holding the ball. He was dribbling carefully but at some point, the ball rolled a little further. Luckily, there were not many people and he knew he could follow and get it without getting separated from his mother.

“Shit.” He quickened his pace and caught the ball before returning to the side of his mother. “I got it back.”

“What did you just say?” Mimi asked. Satoshi could not tell what was wrong with what he said.

“I got it back,” he repeated.

“No the–no, never mind. Just don’t say that again.” Mimi shook her head.

“I got it back?” he asked once more.

Mimi stopped in her tracks and bent down. “Shit. Don’t say that word ever again.”

“But Papa says it all the time when something falls,” he defended.

Mimi sighed. “He’s sleeping on the couch tonight,” she murmured.

“Why?”

His mother pursed her lips. “I’m going to talk to Papa, okay? But whatever happens. You do not say that word again, okay? Ever. You got that?”

Satoshi nodded. “Okay.”

Later that day, Satoshi was playing with the basketball set in his room when he heard his mother raise her voice. He could not make out what she was saying but he knew she was mad at his father. He wondered why that single word broke into an argument.

Night came and he was thirsty. He got up from bed and headed for the kitchen to grab a glass of water. As he entered the kitchen, he saw his father lying on the couch, a blanket covering his body. He walked over to the sleeping man and nudged him awake.

“Papa.”

Yamato opened his eyes and turned to look at him. “Why are you still up?”

“I was thirsty,” he said. “Why are you sleeping on the couch?”

Yamato grinned. “I made Mama angry.”

“Is it because of that word I said?”

“The one you’re not allowed to say?”

He nodded.

“Maybe.” Yamato twisted his body. “Do you want to sleep beside me tonight?”

Satoshi smiled. Yamato threw the covers up and the young boy climbed up. Once settled, Yamato fixed the blanket and hugged his son tight.

“Goodnight, Papa.”

“Goodnight, Satoshi-kun.”

Months later, Yamato and Satoshi entered the room. Satoshi begged his father to tell him if the newborn was a baby sister or brother. Although he really wanted a baby sister, he would still love his baby brother with all his heart and more. “Girl or boy?” he asked again.

Yamato shook his head. “I’m not going to tell you.”

“Satoshi-kun, come here, meet your baby sibling!” Mimi had a huge grin on her face, the baby in her arms.

“What’s a sibling?” he asked, looking up at his father.

“A brother or a sister, a general term,” Yamato replied.

Satoshi did not know what “general term” meant but he understood through the first part that a sibling is either a brother or sister or both. “That’s smart,” he said.

Yamato hauled Satoshi up to the bed and the brunette little boy excitedly crawled up to his mother and looked at the baby. The baby was sleeping and had blonde hair like his dad. He tilted his head from side to side, not sure if the baby was a brother or sister. He looked up at his smiling mother and asked, “I don’t know.”

“What did you want to name your baby sister?” she asked.

“Kiyo,” he said right away. “It means purity, doesn’t it? Akihito-onii-chan told me what purity means.”

“I hope it isn’t the other meaning,” Yamato muttered under his breath. But Satoshi did not understand what he meant.

“Kiyo,” Mimi said. “What do you think, Yamato?”

“I think it’s perfect,” he replied, patting his son’s head. “Better than any name we thought of.”

Mimi brought her arm forward. “Satoshi-kun, meet Kiyo.”

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swoon

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i’ve always wanted to do an alphabet soup challenge and i’m finally starting one! let’s hope i commit to this, hahaha. first off, we have taiora. hope you enjoy! it isn’t my super best but let’s give it a shot.

alphabet soup - letter a 

a - swoon (age) | main characters ; yamato ishida, mimi tachikawa | setting ; au | ships ; yamato x mimi | genre ; fluff | word count ; 419 | rating ; g | edited ; three times - forgive me for any mistakes

Mimi had always dreamed of living happily ever after with the love of her life. But, if she was being completely honest, she was not too sure about Yamato. She knew he loved her, and she loved him just as much. But Yamato never talked about the future, and it scared her so she never talked about that either. Until today.

She was in a nice restaurant with him. It was their anniversary and she had been looking forward to eating in this place. When she told Yamato about it a few weeks before, she was not surprised that he was able to get them a reservation on their desired date.

She smiled, intertwined her left and right fingers, and raised her shoulders in excitement. “Wouldn’t it be nice if our children knew how to cook and bake as well?” She was looking around the dimly lit establishment enthusiastically. When he did not reply, she looked at him and tilted her head. “Yamato?”

He was simply staring at her.

“Did I say something wrong?” She thought back and a few seconds later her lips parted when she remembered what she had said. “I didn’t…I mean…um. Well, I just…I think. Maybe. It was just a silly idea.” She sighed. “Don’t think too much about it, okay.” She placed her hands on her lap and looked down. “Sorry.”

“You think us having kids is a silly idea?” Yamato asked, a bit of an edge in his voice.

Mimi was surprised by the tone and she looked up right away. “What?”

“You think us having kids is a silly idea?” he repeated, but this time softer. “Why?” he asked.

“I…I just…we never really talked about our future together so I just assumed that…that we…might not have one,” she admitted.

He pursed his lips. “You never said anything until now.”

Mimi’s eyes widened. “You never said anything until now.”

They gazed at each other before laughing. “I guess we were both scared,” Mimi said.

“I guess we were.” Yamato leaned on the table and held out his hand, beckoning for hers. “Mimi,” he started once her hand made contact with his, “I plan to spend an eternity and more with you.” He smiled. “I want to grow old with you. I want to spend my seventies and eighties, and if we reach nighties…I want to be with you forever. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Mimi sniffled, wiping an escaped tear. “You sure know how to make a girl swoon.” She grinned.

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@mementofloreo​  for taichi and mimi

“Uh duh I find you hot, I think I started my crush like way back at summer camp. Even before we got to the digital world, and then it’s like just stayed there and steadily gotten worse over time. It’s like not going anywhere at this point. I’m nothing if not committed,” Mimi said, as if the answer was so completely obvious it didn’t even actually need answering.

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mimato reincarnation au probably? :3

aha! interesting! it’s simple but i super hope you like it! (unedited, forgive me)

mimi liked the idea of a knight in shining armor riding a white horse. she was always fond of them. perhaps because of all the stories her mother read to her when she was younger. she enjoyed them but she was more interested in the hero than the princess.

as she grew older, she wondered if it was because she wanted one. and lately, she had been getting dreams of a blonde man wearing a knight’s suit and on a white horse.

it always began with her in a garden. she loved the flowers, and the trees and bushes were very green, they were all taken cared for really well. but then there’s the horrible part. there was a riot and she was right in the middle of it. people yelling and pushing her aside, she feared for her life.

and then the man comes. his hand reaching out to her, he was concerned and a little afraid, but she knew he was concealing it with a determined look on his face. he was calling out to her, but she couldn’t hear him quite well with all the noise. when his horse trotted closer, she reached out her hand to grab his.

but then she would wake up, she had never seen the ending…she wasn’t sure if she wanted to or not.

a stroll at the park was what she needed that friday evening. she was tired and beat, she had just gone out with her friends for a drink but decided it was time to retire early. but not without a quick walk.

she began people watching, seeing couples holding hands, children either playing around or laughing with their parents, and an elderly couple beside her bench. she smiled at them when they noticed her, they smiled back.

just as she had turned away, the elderly woman called for a man whom she saw was walking towards them. he looked familiar yet she knew she had never seen him before in her life. “yamato.”

she tried her best not to look. he was very handsome. if only she could talk to him…then she shook her head and let out a soft chuckle. “what are you thinking, mimi,” she said with a smile.

“do you mind?”

she looked up and saw yamato looking at her, his hand gesturing at the empty space beside her. “sorry,” he said. “i’m supposed to be looking after my grandparents but they won’t make space for me.”

she smiled. “go ahead.”

he sat down and they were quiet. finally, she couldn’t help it. she turned to him, cocked her head and asked, “have we met? you look really familiar. maybe you have better memory.”

he stared at her.

“ah, sorry,” she said with a nervous giggle. “i didn’t mean to…well…”

“i was wondering the same thing about you,” he said, surprising her. “i feel like i know you. but surely, this is the first time we’ve met.”

mimi licked her upper lip. “this is strange, isn’t it?” then she laughed. “i’m mimi,” she introduced. she held up her hand for him to shake.

“yamato.” he reached for her hand.

that’s when flashes of her dream appeared. the same garden, the same riot, the same man. this time, she could hear him.

“princess!” he called. “princess, grab my hand!”

as soon as her hand reached his, she heard her name being called by the knight, but then her mind brought her back to reality. her hand was still gripped in yamato’s and she instantly pulled away. ‘what was that?’ she thought. “sorry, i just—”

“you’re her,” he whispered.

she inhaled sharply.

“you’re her,” he repeated a little louder. “you’re the princess.”

she was at loss for words. he was the knight? yamato, a man she had never seen in her life, was the knight in her dreams?

“i couldn’t save you,” he said with a shaky breath. “no matter how many times i dream about it, i couldn’t save you.”

she stayed silent.

“i’m confused,” he stated.

“same,” she admitted. “are you interested in looking into this some more?” at the back of her mind, she wanted him to say yes.

he nodded and smiled. “i would really like that…princess .”

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some ask prompts based on stuff found on /r/tinder || accepting 

❝ i was gonna ask you to the movies but then i remembered you’re not allowed to bring in outside snacks ❞ -- @mementofloreo (taichi & mimi)

She lifted a hand to her face as she giggled, she loved the moments of levity. When Taichi felt comfortable enough to just goof off with her. When they were kids despite the fact that he was clearly their leader (no matter how much Yamato might object), he’d always known when to have fun, or cracked jokes, or knew rest and play were important. When she’d moved back to Japan he’d grown up so much. Not just grown more handsome (everyone seemed to have gotten hotter while she was gone. It was patently unfair.) But that he also had seemed to take the weight of leading the Chosen Children and it was weighing on him. 

All the time. 

She didn’t know if she personally was responsible for bringing back his charming goofiness, but she was taking credit anyways. 

“That’s okay, I’d rather just watch movies at home anyways,” she said, going right along with his logic as if it made absolute perfect sense. “Especially since it’s so silly to pay ¥1,250 when we’re not going to watch the movie anyways,” she said, reaching over to grab his shirt and tug him closer to her. 

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RANDOM TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT || accepting 

[text] –– i got us a cheese tray and a bottle of whiskey. -- @mementofloreo

Mimi tugged her phone out of her pocket, smiling at the message that popped up. What kind of cheese she almost asked, followed up by what kind of whiskey. Sounded like it would be a fun night for sure. 

[text: future hubby] oooh that’s pretty fancy are we celebrating something? 

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starter for @mementofloreo

Mimi caught up to him after class, “Hey Taichi,” she said, “I need to talk to you really quick if that’s okay,” she said, trying to get the pair of them to break off from Sora and Yamato. While she’d have absolutely no problem just asking him out in front of god and everyone, she was sure they’d both prefer somewhere more private than this. So she flashed him her biggest, brightest smile, “Please,” she added in her sing-songiest voice. The one that was all pleading and puppy dog eyes. 

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valentine’s day starter 1/2 @mementofloreo (mimi & taichi)

The chocolates were not home made, she spared Taichi that. Because she was kind and caring, and could afford to buy fancy chocolates at a fancy chocolatier anyways. The box was wrapped up, pink paper, red hearts. And while she was sure he had probably already gotten more than his fair share from others in the school, she was still giving him hers. Besides, her chocolate was the most important anyways. 

Chocolate from friends and chocolate from your girlfriend were completely different things. 

“Taichi,” sang walking up behind him during break, “Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said, dropping the biggest and best box she had given out that day on to his desk, before she dipped around pressed her lips to his cheek. 

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mimi & taichi instagram edit for @mementofloreo

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autumn/halloween sentence starters! || accepting

❝ i’m a real vampire. ❞ -- @mementofloreo (mimi & taichi)

She laughed, a breathless little thing as she stretched back against her bed. Her hot pink hair contrasting sharply with soft lavender of her sheets, even in the low light of a room lit primarily by the soft glow of pink heart shaped fairy lights. 

“If I had known we were gonna role play tonight, I’d have worn my long dramatic silk robe,” she joked, brushing her fingers into his brown hair. “Be the perfect thing for playing willing victim to the Vampire’s Kiss,” she said, before leaning in and pressed her own kiss to his lips. 

And then another. 

And another. 

And another. 

“My heart’s already yours, you can feed from it any time you want.” 

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critical role || accepting 

"you know i’m in love with you, right?"  -- @mementofloreo (mimi & taichi)

Mimi jerked her head up so fast she smacked it into the camera she’d had set up for her live stream of her latest work on what would be a tapestry come the end of the year. The viewers surely got an eye full of neon green hair and then the floor. 

She pressed a hand against her forehead, “What?” she said, brown eyes blinking over at him. Honestly was it that she was always filming herself that these moments kept happening on camera? Should she learn to give herself some privacy so she stopped having every single one of her major relationship milestones broadcast to her followers. She popped up from her chair, and turned off the camera, they’d just have to get an update later. 

“In love with me? You know that’s not how you say it, right Taichi?” she said, putting her hands on her hip, on the black velvet mini skirt she was wearing. “You know you start with, I love you Mimi, not, you know I’m in love with you, how am I supposed to know that. I don’t want to assume anything that’s rude,” she said, before a smile broke out across her face. 

Her moods could change faster than the weather. She ran across the room, and threw her arms around his neck, wrapping them tight around his shoulders as she leaned in for a kiss. “I love you too, Taichi, I love you so much.”