#digimon drabble

[sorato-fan]

I finally got to finish the drabble I promised to varichina. Hopefully she likes it and gets her inspired for more Sorato/Sokeru art lol

Takeru was pouring himself a cup of coffee while the other were in another room, trying to come up with a plan for their new battle. He put the bottle over the sink and proceeded to join the rest when Angemon arrived. “Angemon!” He exclaimed with a smile and walked to his partner. “Did you find something?” “Not really, I’m sorry.” The Digimon shook his head negatively. “That’s okay. You did everything you could.” “What are you drinking?” “Oh this?” Takeru looked at the cup on his hand. “It’s black coffee. Do you want some?” “Is it good?” “Well, I like it. Yamato not so much. Why don’t you try it and find out yourself?” The fifteen year old boy headed back to the counter and poured some of the drink to his friend since his was already over. When he was going towards Angemon again, he tripped on one of Taichi’s tennis and the cup flew from his hand towards the angel. Luckily, he was fast enough to get away before he was burned by the coffee. “What’s going on over here?” Yamato opened the door in a hurry after hearing the thud noise from Takeru hitting the floor. “I tripped on Taichi’s shoes and almost hurt Angemon.” Takeru replied as he sat on his legs and rested his hands on the upper part of them. “Are you okay?” The rock star tried to remain serious, as much as he wanted to laugh. “I’m fine. Angemon should have picked me up before I fell.” “I what? Taichi shouldn’t have left his shoes all around. It was bound to make someone trip over and fall down.” “So it’s my fault Takeru is clumsy?” Taichi came behind Yamato and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I told you this would happen eventually.” Koushiro said. When Takeru stood up, Yamato saw a coffee stain on his shirt and started laughing. So much he had to put his hands on his stomach because it was hurting. Taichi soon joined him in the laughing. “It’s not funny!” He protested, though he was having a hard time being serious as well. “I think I got burned.” “Let’s take a look at that.” Sora came from behind her best friend and boyfriend and took Takeru’s hand. “Hey, he’s alright.” Yamato said as he stopped laughing. “You shouldn’t laugh at your brother, Yamato.” She gave him a death glare. “You can get seriously burned with something hot.” “I know, Sora. But the whole situation was hilarious.” “It wasn’t hilarious.” She said harshly. “And if you liked your brother as much as you say, you would have helped him. I’m disappointed at you.” “Oh come on, Sora.” He couldn’t believe she was actually mad at him for this. “Taichi laughed as well. Why don’t you yell at him? It was his fault anyway.” “It doesn’t matter whose fault it is. I’m still disappointed at you two.” “Sora, it’s okay.” Takeru said. “It wasn’t Yamato’s fault. Don’t be angry at him.” “Takeru.” Sora said with sympathy. “Alright. Lift you shirt, I want to see if you got burned.” “Okay.” Takeru did as she said and stuck his tongue to his brother when he clenched his fists with jealousy. “Be careful, Yamato. Takeru will steal Sora away from you if he keeps up this sweet façade.” “Shut up, Taichi.” He muttered under his breath.

[a-v-e-z-a]

The Chosen as Parents

Y’all, I have not been good about updating my fanfics, but I sure as hell am still chockfull of Digimon creative nonsense--this post being one of them. 

Don’t ask why I am preoccupied at the moment with parenthood, but I am. So I thought I’d do a simple series of headcanons (at least I think that’s what you’d call these? I AM SO ILLITERATE IN FANDOM LANGUAGE), of the Chosen as parents--specifically with regards to how they react to middle-of-the-night-my-baby-is-crying-halp situations. 

First up will be the males of the group, foremost of which is, of course, my fave, Taichi. I’ll update this post with the other Chosen’s entries as I draft them up. 

Please note, this isn’t highfalutin or highbrow stuff. This is silly. This is unedited. This is stream of consciousness. Also, I do not declare any particular pairings with the exception of two, which you will be aware of when their parent headcanons are posted. 

Enjoy? 

1. YAGAMI

At the first cries of his child, Taichi blindly, instinctively reaches across the mattress for his spouse, forgetting she’s not there. When his fingertips graze bedsheet instead of skin, he rouses, sits up, and blearily shuffles over to his crying baby. His next steps are predictable, routine: check the diaper, change the diaper, prep a warm bottle of formula—all accomplished half asleep, all with barely one eye open. After countless sleepless nights, the motions have become second nature to him. When his baby still cries after having not peed, pooped, or eaten, he opts for rocking. He holds his wailing child against him, cupping his hand over the small, round head, over the wisps of silken hair. He doesn’t say any words, just whispers a continuous stream of “Shhh.” If that fails, he utters a fair, even toned, “All right, all right, I hear you,” and sets his squealing child back in the crib before putting on a jacket and socks. He swaddles his baby in extra blankets and carries his child firmly in one arm while he slips on shoes and grabs his keys. Under the twinkling midnight, he straps his baby in the car-seat and takes a calm drive through the quiet neighborhood. The movement—steady, smooth—seems to quiet his baby, and as his child slips back into slumber, Taichi narrates their drive: “There’s where I’ll teach you to play soccer,” he says, nodding at the open field of a nearby park. He points at a different spot, the neighborhood school. “And over there is where I met your mom.” If his baby quiets, but is still wide-eyed and awake, Taichi will park the car, scoop up his baby, and pause for a moment under the night sky, holding his child. His baby stares up at him with the same large, brown eyes, flecks of starlight reflecting, wonder in every blink. Taichi grins and shakes his baby’s tiny curled hand. “Me too, buddy,” he says. “Me too.”

[renchan7]

“There’s Only Room for One in my Heart” - A Sorato Drabble

I decided to give myself a challenge. I have a hard time writing drabbles. Anytime I attempt to write a drabble it turns into a long one-shot because I get too curious in wanting to explore the scene. And when it comes to anything with Sorato, my heart melts and I just want it to always end with ‘and they got married! The end!’ let’s just say I can’t help myself :D

This scene I wrote is based off of something very similar that happened to me a few days ago and thought “how would Matt and Sora react to this?”

Type: Drabble Characters: Matt Ishida / Sora Takenouchi Rating: K Word count: 591

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There’s Only Room for One in my Heart

A joyful, high-pitched squeak escaped Sora Ishida’s lips when she entered the living room dropping the clothes she recently folded on the floor in an instant. An up and coming singer, who quickly became one of Sora’s favorites, was featured on a tv show and was wooing a character. Normally, she’d be mindful of when their daughter was sleeping, but she couldn’t help it.

It was him! The new singer! Oh, with those vocal chords he was so dreamy!

Matt laid on his back on the couch, their two month old fast asleep on his chest, as he studied for an upcoming Astronomy test. Frowning, he looked passed his book removing his reading glasses and observed his wife. This wasn’t the first time she had this reaction whenever this new singer came on the radio or tv and it was beginning to bother him.

Not to mention she could’ve waken their daughter.

Placing the textbook on the floor, he softly caressed his sleeping daughter’s head as he asked his wife in a low whisper, “Seriously, what do you see in him anyway?” His eyes remained on their daughter.

“Hmm?” Sora’s eyes were still glued to the screen while she felt around on the floor for the clothes she dropped.

“He’s not even attractive.”

“Sshhh, hold on a sec,” she dismissed his statement away so she could listen to what the singer was saying.

His eyes lifted to see her grin slowly turn into a wide, dreamy smile. The frown on Matt deepened and his tone became slightly deeper. “Yo.”

Sora’s head snapped to Matt’s direction instantly as if what was said magically brought her back down to reality. “What’s up?”

“Seriously, what do you see in that guy?”

Sora chuckled. She tiptoed towards him, softly kissed her daughter and sat on the floor next to him. “He writes romance songs and he can play the guitar. What’s not to like?”

Rolling his eyes, he fished for the tv remote control that was wedged between himself and the couch cushions and changed the channel. The frown deepened.

Sora eyed her husband on how he reacted and smirked. It didn’t click on how what she said sounded until now. Snickering, she took the remote out of his hand and held his hand in hers.

“Let me rephrase that. Anyone can write romance songs, but his lyrics are raw. You can feel the emotion, which I don’t think is common…Did I mention that he can play the guitar?”

“Whoop-de-do.”

“I never said a guitar was superior to the bass,” she joked.

She couldn’t help it. Matt being jealous was actually cute, as ironic as the situation was. She leaned in close to him running a hand through his silky hair and stopped at his cheek.

“Singers come and go, but you will forever be my favorite rock star, future astronaut and husband, Matt Ishida.”

Matt squinted analyzing her words and facial expression in silence. At long last a “Hmm” was released with one corner of his mouth turning slightly upward. They both turned to their sleeping daughter. Anytime now she’d wake up hungry for a bottle. 

“Besides,” Sora continued with a teasing air, “There’s only room for one in my heart.”

Both corners of Matt’s mouth were turned upward not catching on until Sora finished her thought.

“Our daughter, of course!”

His smile dropped down to a smirk shaking his head.

“Okay. Maybe two,” she grinned and gave him a light kiss on the lips. 

“There better be,” he replied with a gentle kiss.

[digitalworldbound]

unexpected

pairing: takeru x hikari (college age)

summary: She had been ignoring the symptoms for weeks. Even now, as Hikari dry heaved into the toilet bowl, there was a logical explanation.

author's note: slight cursing and adult themes

She had been ignoring the symptoms for weeks. When her blouse fit snugly around her chest, she chastised herself for putting it in the dryer. Miso soup had always been one of her favorites, so she disregarded her brother’s raised eyebrows as she went back for seconds, and later, thirds.

Even now, as Hikari dry heaved into the toilet bowl, there was a logical explanation. The few Smirnoff’s she had been able to stomach swirled away. A pitiful groan escaped her lips; she hated to waste food. Heavy bass thumped from outside the door, Mimi’s “little get together” in full swing. Initially, Hikari had been happy to escape into the bathroom. Twelve fully-grown bodies practically filled the small apartment to capacity. The taste of sweat and alcohol lingered in the air, the heat sweltering.

“Hey, you good in there?” Takeru’s voice called out. Her headache thumped in time with the music. Oh god, it’s Takeru. The bile in her stomach swirled with dread; he of all people would see right through her. Hikari didn’t trust herself to speak, opting to flush the toilet again. Quickly, she washed her hands and splashed her face with cool water, washing all the evidence of her escapade down the drain. The thought of facing him made her stomach clench harder.

“Yeah, I’m fine! Just had to use the bathroom.” With the door open, the air was more stifling than before; she was smothering. Hikari put on her best smile and willed herself to act more drunk than she was. Perhaps even under Takeru’s trained eyes she would appear more like the reckless college students she was supposed to be.

He just laughed and guided her back to the epicenter of the party. Takeru’s arm was tight against her waist, pulling her body closer to his. Hikari didn’t miss the way his eyebrows knit together in worry. He knew something was up, but would wait until they were alone. She did her best to detangle herself and get lost in the music, to giggle with Miyako and dance with Sora. Every time her eyes would catch Takeru’s, she would feel nausea burn in her throat.

-

Three days after her expected period, Hikari fingers turned white around her cellphone.

“Miyako.” It was not a greeting so much as a demand. Her face was wet with shame, the tears scorching her cheeks on their descent. “Please.”

Takeru’s schedule blessed Hikari with a day to herself in their miniscule apartment. They had long ago given up any pretense of sleeping in separate rooms, their clothes, sheets, bodies mingling together. Traces of him lingered everywhere. Hikari’s amber eyes were unfocused around his toothbrush when Miyako found her.

Her face had a healthy flush, bangs sticking to the perspiration on her forehead. “You know, I ran all the way here. The least you could have done was open the front door.” Crinkly plastic was ensnared in her hands, the bag hanging limp.

Despite the gusto Miyako brought to every social interaction, the only thing to draw Hikari from her stupor was the shiny red logo that dangled from Miyako’s fingers.

“Does your family know?” Her voice was hoarse in the aftermath of her suspicion. The thought of her friend buying something so grotesque from her family’s store nearly sent Hikari back over the rim of the toilet.

Miyako had to bite back her laugher. “Of all the things to be worried about, this is what you choose?” Hikari narrowed her eyes, their puffiness and red rims diminishing their intended effect. “If you must know,” Miyako continued, sinking onto her knees beside the brunette, “My sister and I have a no-questions policy. I don’t ask where she sneaks off to at night, and she doesn’t ask why I buy pregnancy tests at noon on a Tuesday.”

If the logo didn’t set Hikari off, the sheer magnitude of the situation did. Her lunch had already been flushed down the drain, bile burning her throat. “Damn, you really are sick. How long has this been going on?”

The older girl ran her hand down Hikari’s rumpled shirt. Once her trembling hands flushed the remnants of her stomach, she listlessly held up two fingers. Loose strands of her bangs shielded her eyes from Miyako, shame deepening the blush on her cheeks.

“I remember being twelve and our only concern being the flavor of lip gloss we wore. When did everything get so messy?” Hikari’s voice broke, forehead leaning against the toilet rim. She could feel herself shrinking against Miyako’s scrutinizing gaze. She let the silence settle, leaning against the bathroom cabinets. “Hikari, growing up is the messiest thing I’ve ever done.”

Hikari's tears were hot and raw, dripping off her chin. Her laughs were shallow, shoulders trembling in the effort to hold herself together. Slowly, as if Hikari was a dove, Miyako wrapped her arms across her middle. She gently tucked her frail frame into her chest, murmuring hollow encouragements into her ear. Miyako let Hikari soak her shoulder in tears, allowing herself to be baptized in her best friend’s pain. There was nothing she could say to make this better, no evil monster she could destroy to make this all go away.

Miyako’s knees grew numb against the linoleum, the plastic bag discarded beside her. A glance at her watch told her that Takeru would be home soon.

Her heart ached at the sight of Hikari. She laid limp in Miyako’s arms, lips swollen and eyes puffy. There was nothing she could do. “Hikari, it’s time.” Her words seemed to stir the girl into action. As Miyako pried the box open and read the instructions out loud, Hikari splashed her face with cool water. Silently, she prayed to whichever deity would hear her case. Please, let it be negative.

“I’ll be right outside if you need anything.” Miyako gripped her shoulders lightly, bending her neck down to meet her eyes. Hikari gripped the plastic handle with a ferocity the rivaled Daisuke’s. Wordlessly, she shut the door to the bathroom.

Once she was finished, the test laid discarded on the lid of the waste bin.

Three minutes.

Hikari’s earliest memory was of her brother. Their parents had been away at work, entrusting Taichi to take care of the both of them. He was practically a baby, barely able to reach the countertops in the kitchen. They decorated the walls in their bedroom with markers, childish dragons and princesses stretching across the baseboards.

Hikari was only nineteen, more of a baby now than she ever had been.

Two minutes.

She was fourteen the first time Takeru made her blush. It was innocent, mere child’s play compared to the predicament she was in now. They had been walking home together, chatting mindlessly about anything and nothing and all things in between. She remembered the way that the late afternoon sunlight reflected in his golden locks, an ethereal halo highlighting his rosy cheeks. Hikari had never seen him like that, beautiful and raw with a smile just for her.

How had things gotten so out of control?

One minute.

No, that was wrong. Hikari’s love for Takeru could not be construed into anything negative. Their love was pure and all consuming, stretching into every aspect of their lives. It was in the way she leaned into him whenever he was near, unconsciously seeking his comfort. Their love gathered itself in the clothes Takeru meticulously folded the way Hikari taught him when they had just moved in, all those months ago. This love – gentle, warm, and pure - could never be out of control.

But it could have consequences.

Thirty seconds.

Her stomach clenched. This couldn’t be happening. Hikari had given up her childhood to save the world; she didn’t deserve this. The universe was constantly bending her to its will, no matter how cruel the circumstances. She had tried to take control of her own destiny, enrolling into college with dreams of becoming a teacher. How could she expect herself to teach children when she had so much left to learn? And Takeru? Would he have to give up his dreams for her? For them?

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Positive

If Hikari were a dove, her wings had been clipped.

[genork-the-fandork]

Why We Love Tai

Okay, so yes, this is a bit of a self-indulgent piece for me to talk about how awesome Tai is. But that’s not all! It’s a showcase of the deep connections between all the 01 kids, because in the end, isn’t that part of why we all love it so much?

So here it is: a “video” the 01 kids put together for Tai’s birthday one year, answering the question, “So what’s great about Tai?”

@digiweek​ 

Tai's alright, I guess. Even when I was punching the living daylights out of him, he didn't give up on me. And, well… that meant a lot to me. We don't always get along, but Tai never considered me anything less than a friend. A nuisance, maybe, but never not a friend. Sometimes I think maybe he was more suited for the Crest of Friendship, but I'm pretty sure he'd yell at me if I said that to his face.

But yeah, he's a cool guy. Probably the coolest one around. But don't tell him I said that. ...wait, you recorded that?

Tai hasn't changed since he was a kid. Obviously, he has by growing up, but I mean he's always been the same old Tai. Always smiling, always thinking of all of us, always thinking of Agumon. I can always rely on him for a good laugh when I need it. Even when things have gotten hard, there's been a part of Tai that's incapable of giving up. He's proven that over and over again.

I'm proud to say he's one of my best friends. I can't imagine my life without Tai in it.

Tai had faith in me even when I didn't have faith in myself. He helped me gain confidence in my abilities throughout the years just by knowing I could do it. I don't know if we would have done half the things we did without Tai believing in me. He's a good friend--he doesn't even have to say anything for you to know he's got your back. And if there's anything Tai's got, it's your back.

I'm really glad I met Tai all those years ago. We couldn't be more different, but we've become great friends.

With Tai around, I always knew I had a place in the group. Sometimes, it was hard, you know, considering how much I wanted to go home that first time around. But Tai knew we couldn't have defeated the Dark Masters unless we were all together. He knew we were all important, even if some of us couldn't tell that for ourselves. I'll never forget how he asked me to come see his soccer game, even though I was in New York at the time! What a sweetie.

Tai's fashion sense may be a little questionable at times, but he's got a beautiful heart.

I always appreciated how Tai respected me. We're very different, but he respected my opinion and my viewpoint. I'm sure someone already said it, but he appreciated what everyone could contribute to the group, not just what a few could do. While I haven't done nearly as much as him or Matt, Tai always knew that having all of us was the key to success. I only wish I had been around more to make him proud.

I know I'm older than him, but I have a great respect for Tai. He's a great leader and a great friend.

I know Matt is gonna hate this, but Tai has always been a brother to me. Even though I was the youngest for a while, Tai wasn't annoyed that I was there. He tried his best to take care of me, and it made me want to make him proud. Maybe he's never said it, but I've always felt like he's watching over me, even though he doesn't need to anymore. I know he'll always be there for me when I need him most.

Tai is the best big brother out there (besides Matt, of course). I'm lucky to have him.

My big brother has the biggest heart out there. He cares so much for each and every one of us, and you can see it on his face. I might be his sister, and he'll probably always care a little bit more about me because of our bond, but he'll always put his friends first. We all mean the world to him, and he'll never let you think otherwise. I'm a little biased, but I think that's the best part about him.

It doesn't matter if you're related to him or not, we're all his family. And we'll always be the ones he puts first.

My friends? They're the best friends in the world. I wouldn't be who I am today without them. We've been through so much together, but I can't imagine a world where we hadn't spent that summer together. I can't imagine my life without them. There isn't a word strong enough to describe what I feel about them all, but the closest one would definitely be "love."

I love you guys, for real. Thank you for being my friends all these years. [He smiles so wide his eyes close, and the screen fades to black.]

[bokura-no-digital-world]

Prompt! Alright so what if Takeru and Hikari are the most embarassing parents ever that aren't even capable of cooking a decent meal, dancing at 3AM, never cleaning the house and most of all incapable of handling parent-teacher meetings? Bonus if the whole thing is from their child pov

Sorry for taking so long. I hope you like it.

Holidays are a disaster at my house. My parents insist on roasting aturkey and cooking themselves when they clearly have absolutely no clue on whatthey are doing. Last year my grandmother brought food because my father managedto mess everything up. I wonder what will happen this year since she will bespending Christmas’ Eve with my uncle, my aunt Akiko and my cousin Takato.“Takeru, I’m home.” Hikari announced as she closed the door with herfoot.“Finally.” He said as he appeared in the kitchen and helped her with thebags. “I told you shouldn’t come up with so many bags. Your belly is too big.”“I’m just pregnant. I can still do simple things as this.”“I know.” He smiled. “Was the supermarket crowded?”“Yes, my feet are killing me.” She sat down and stretched her legs.“You should have let me done that.”“We are not getting into this again. You are cooking for us. It’s theleast I could do.”“Fine.”“So what are you planning on doing this year?”“It’s a surprise. You’ll have to wait and see.”“Alright. I’m going to rest a little and then take a shower. Call me ifyou need anything.”“Got it.”“Takeru!” Hikari yelled when she entered the kitchen. “The kitchen is fullof smoke! You didn’t smell something burnt?”“What?” He threw the remote control from the videogame on the floor andstood up in a hurry. “I was playing Guitar Hero with Yamazaki. I gotdistracted.”“What were you roasting?”Takeru opened the oven door and coughed because of the smoke that cameout. “The turkey.”“Oh my God! You didn’t set an alarm to remind you when you were supposedto take it off?”“I did. But as I said I was playing with Yamazaki and I got distracted.”“So what are we going to do now?”“I don’t know.”“Well, don’t you have a backup plan? We certainly can’t eat that now.”“You burned the turkey, dad?” I said as I walked in to check the damage.“This Christmas will be a disaster too.”“I can work something out.”“I’m calling uncle Taichi.”“What for?”“Mom, look at this. It’s horrible! I don’t know why you insist on cookingwhen clearly you have no clue at all! Aunt Mimi cooks better and everybodyknows her food is awful!”“We are not calling Taichi. I have a plan B and everything will turn outalright.”“I will have to wash the dishes and clean the house again. I can feelit.”“What are you talking about?”“Last time I had to do it because you both were so wasted you didn’teven know you were freaking dancing until 3am!”“No one asked you to do the cleaning, son.”“Are you kidding me? Did you see the state of the kitchen? You couldbarely walk on it!”“You are exaggerating, Yamazaki.”“I won’t even mention parent-teacher school reunions; the ones grandmaalways has to attend to because you keep forgetting.”“Alright, we are not the best parents in the world.”“That’s right. I feel for the baby already.”“I think I should call Taichi.”“That’s a wise idea. Tell him we are bringing the dessert.”

[dreaming-blue1]

Long Live The Memories - Odaiba Day

.. Will you take a moment, promise me this That you'll stand by me forever But if God forbid fate should step in And force us into a goodbye If you have children some day When they point to the pictures Please tell them my name Tell them how the crowds went wild Tell them how I hope they shine

Long live the walls we crashed through All the kingdom lights shined just for me and you I was screaming long live all the magic we made And bring on all the pretenders One day, we will be remembered ..

Matt stood outside with his back leaning against a three. They were back at the Digital World to celebrate their Anniversary.

Sora came outside as she took a glance around and saw a familiar figure a few feet away from her. She decided to walk up to her fiancé wearing a warm smile on her lips. “There you are, Gabumon was looking for you”

He turned around and saw the auburn beauty walking up to him. He shot her a simple smile which didn’t quite reach his eyes. Sora noticed this however. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing” he said as he looked into her eyes. She could tell there was something he wasn’t telling her. He reached out for her hand and ran a thumb across the engagement ring he had given her. “Just remembering the ones we’ve lost during our battle”

Her feature softened slightly as the memories of their first adventure came wandering back at her. She wasn’t surprised by his thoughts; she was already familiar by the side of him. She gently squeezed his hand letting him know that he wasn’t alone. “I know. I miss them too. If it weren't for them we wouldn’t have come so far.” They had lost so many friends through their journey which she wished had not happened. “Their sacrifices will not go in vain – it will always be remembered”

He nodded softly. “I guess you’re right” this time it was a genuine smile playing on his lips.

“Want to join the rest of us to pay our tribute to the Digital World? Tai is going his speech soon”

“I’ll be there in a sec’” she nodded and leaned forward where she placed a soft kiss on his cheek. She smiled at him one last time before she turned around to get back inside where the others were.

He stood a few minutes alone remembering the many Digimons they had lost. He tore his gaze away from the ground and looked up into the clear blue sky above him and spoke softly. “Happy Anniversary, guys. You will be remembered.”

He turned around and walked inside to join Sora and Gabumon where his gaze was fixed on their leader who was soon going to begin with his speech.

- Happy 14th Anniversary Everyone!

[genork-the-fandork]

Joy

Joy

Word Count: 553

Prompt: “Dream,” Day 6 of Digiweek 2021

Featured Characters: Tai Kamiya, Reader (”You”)

A/N: This is a little different. It’s self-indulgent, yes, but it’s also dedicated to my fellow simps. I meant it when I said Tai has been my favorite Digimon character for years. Sometimes I hardly remember that it used to be Matt (sorry, buddy). Tai has been a big part of my life for so long, I couldn’t not simp for him on a day dedicated to Digital dreams. So I hope you’ll all forgive me while I go into fangirl mode for a little bit. <3

@digiweek

You kept expecting something to go wrong, especially considering all of his friends were gathered in one place, but nothing did. It was a small blessing among many others, but you were thankful for the peace of this day that allowed you to marry the love of your life.

Butterflies danced in your stomach as you paced in your dressing room, wearing a trial in the carpet as last-minute doubts flew through your mind. What if you tripped and fell? What if he didn't really want to marry you? What if he wasn't at the altar when you walked down the aisle? What if—

Matt stopped you from falling down into a hole of self-doubt as he opened the door and peeked his head in. Like the rest of the DigiDestined, he was wearing a tie that matched the color of his Crest. You had insisted on it since most of Tai's friends were either bridesmaids or groomsmen. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be," you mumbled, following him out the door and to the chapel. 

He waited with you behind the door, his hands in his pockets as you both waited for the ceremony to begin. "You know how much he loves you, right?" he said suddenly, not looking at you. When you looked at him, you could see a smirk crossing his face. "If he won't shut up about you whenever you're apart, I'm pretty sure that means he has no intention of leaving you."

"That's your criteria?" you asked, though the thought couldn't help but make you laugh.

"Sure. Just look at him and Agumon. They rarely stop thinking about each other, and they're probably gonna be roommates forever." He nudged your shoulder. "Now Agumon will also be your problem."

The laughter was soothing, and it made you feel much better about what was to come. "Thanks, Matt."

"Anytime."

Suddenly, the music started, and the door swung open, revealing the ceremony and the man of your dreams.

You could tell by the way he was slightly bouncing on the balls of his feet that he wanted nothing more than to run over and wrap you in his arms. His eyes didn't leave your face as you walked down the aisle with Matt, and when you were finally in front of him, he was smiling so widely his eyes had practically disappeared. There was nothing but sheer, unadulterated affection in his eyes. And somehow, it made you love him more.

In all honesty, you barely remembered the ceremony. You were too busy imagining your future together with Tai (and Agumon) and all the smiles and laughter you were sure to share together. There was something magical about this day, you realized, as you stared at the man in front of you, with his orange tie and his gravity-defying hair. There was a sweetness in the air that told you every day from now on would be a dream come true.

So when the officiant told you you could kiss your new husband, you wasted no time in wrapping your arms around him.

It was a kiss filled with promise, it was full of love. But most of all, it was filled with joy, a happiness that you knew would never fade away, not so long as you had Tai Kamiya in your life.

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The Chosen as Parents (cont’d)

So... let me just start off by saying that I was a bit overwhelmed by the response to the Ishida headcanon? Like, whaaat? I’m really glad so many of you enjoyed that. Obviously, I’m only setting myself up for disappointment with anything that follows, but nonetheless, here we have Jyou! 

3. KIDO

When it comes to handling midnight infant emergencies, Jyou is king. His wife attributes such unique aptitude to his medical training, and to an extent he agrees. Mostly, he feels he does a good job simply because he is an incurable worrywart. He flinches at the mere burble, jumps at the first cough. Usually, though, he is already awake, primed to attend, and if not awake, then only a millimeter deep in sleep. His responses are quick, reflexive, expert. His hands, albeit a bit sweaty, know exactly how to hold his baby—securely, comfortably, emulating as much as possible in the world’s vast space the tiny, personalized warmth of a womb. Jyou is mostly silent when caring for his child, but if he does speak, it is to utter a tender, “I’m here for you. You’re okay.” It is when he holds his child that he begins to calm, and the baby, as if gleaning his energy, responds in kind. The volume of cries diminishes, the flailing, tiny balled fists slow their punches, and Jyou and his baby exist in quiet understanding. Whether he wakes to a false alarm or has his baby return to sleep in his arms, Jyou himself has trouble settling back into slumber—if he gets there at all. Awake, he scrolls through medical journals, bookmarking articles pertaining to natal care or, if he is feeling particularly on edge, SIDS or other infant diseases. Sometimes the fretting gets the better of him, and he pulls a chair by the cribside and puts a hand through the bars, checking vitals with his fingertips pressed atop the small chest. Or, he opts for the finger hold, offering his child one solo finger to grasp, assessing in its grip his baby’s strength, its vigor, its life. Assured, perhaps then, only then, does he fall asleep. 

Others: 

YAGAMI

ISHIDA

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Sorato and, "Your mom doesn't like me." Thank you.

((Sorry it took so long to get to! Hope you enjoy it! :D)) 

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“And then we’ll have dinner with my family.”  

Matt fought to shield the grimace at Sora’s suggestion. She had spoken it like fate–so brightly, so optimistically, it made his throat ache even thinking about challenging her.  

His inward cringing resulted in a whiny, grating sound, a pule the size of a pinhead emanating from his vocal cords.  

“Yama…” she intoned, extending the second vowel of his name.  

“I would love to have dinner with your family, Sora,” he admitted, without any dishonest defense. “You know that.”  

“But…?”  

Her red-brown eyes locked on him, watching him with an infinitesimal waver, boring for truth.  

Matt sighed. Hiding anything from Sora felt like a sin, like hoarding treasure, something done with full awareness and full guilt. He took in a breath, and the words that followed tumbled out with the exhale.  

“Your mom doesn’t like me.”  

Sora was too thoughtful to comfort him with an immediate denial, and for that, he was grateful. To say that he was wrong doubted his instincts, his perception, and he hoped Sora knew him well enough to know he was sensitive to people: their actions, their words, their idleness, their silences. A conclusion never arrived without reason.  

Sora looked down.  

“Can I ask why you think that?” she said. Matt blinked at her, faintly irritated that she hadn’t picked up on the signs herself. She smirked. “Not because I don’t pay attention when my mom’s around us. I’m just curious.”  

Matt sighed a second time, air jetting through his fine, pointed nose, his “European” nose as Sora liked to tease. As he stalled, she took command of their holding hands and nudged him in the side with their interwoven fingers, smirking throughout. At the display of urgency, he finally gave in and listed for her the most recently gathered evidence.  

“All she says to me when I ask her how she is is, ‘Good, thanks.’ And then nothing else. And then that time you brought her to one of my shows? She didn’t even say anything about it. All the other parents had stuff to say. Hell, Mimi’s mom said we need to start dancing, but we’re not a boy band. We’re a rock band. And, I don’t know… every time I’m at your apartment and she’s there, it’s like she’s always giving me the stink eye, watching my every move. I sweat like Tai during a soccer game when I have to stop by to pick you up for our dates.”  

He stopped, finding the list of offenses substantial enough to merit an analysis. As he turned his gaze to look at Sora, he hoped he would find agreement, but she just stared at him, burgundy eyes unblinking at first before they started to crinkle at the corners, followed by a smile.  

“What?” he asked, unable to help himself.  

“Yama,” she began. They entered their development, the highrise apartments assuming their towering shapes to their left and right. “I’m not an expert in my mother’s behavior, but I think you are making her nervous.”  

“What?” he repeated, nearly gasping the word.  

“Do you keep asking questions when she answers your ‘How are you?’ Like, 'Any new ikebana creations, Mrs. Takenouchi?’”  

“Well, no…”  

“'I wrote a new song for my band, Mrs. Takenouchi. I’d like your opinion on it, if you don’t mind…’”  

Matt gave Sora a face, giving their hands a little tug towards himself so she bumped into him.  

“I do not sound like that,” he retorted. She giggled, and there was some back and forth on the way into the apartment building and up the lift. Sora only resumed speaking as she unlocked her apartment door.  

“So why does your mom give me the stink eye?” He stopped as he slipped off his shoes after stepping over the doorsill, neck craning out to check if the subject of their conversation was around.  

“She’s at the shop,” Sora assured him. “And to answer your question, I want to show you something.”  

Pulling his hand, she stopped before a low table in their living room, neat and tranquil compared to the side with the television and shelves of movies. Atop its lacquered surface rested a few pots of flowers, each sprouting a selection of blossoms and stems. Ikebana.  

Sora knelt, and Matt followed, blue eyes following her finger as it traced and pointed at the lines of one arrangement, one with blue and yellow flowers, green stalks that were tall and still, and one leaf carefully guided to curve like a bass clef.  

Puzzled, Matt looked at Sora, but she wasn’t paying attention to him, she was admiring the creation, like a patron in an art gallery, assessing, feeling. Something told him that what they were looking at was far more intimate than he wanted to admit, but he wasn’t certain.  

“Is this… me?” he dared to ask. Sora’s eyes glanced away from the flowers to look at him. She smiled and nodded at another pot on the table, one with red flowers, short, but strong, stems, a cherry blossom branch. “You?” he guessed, arching an eyebrow. 

Sora laughed lightly. 

“It’s not that she doesn’t like you, Yamato,” she said. “My mother’s a quiet woman to begin with. But I think she likes you just fine.” She stroked a blue petal, careful not to disturb the flower, and smiled. “I think she likes you a lot.” 

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Note: I meant to finish this much, much sooner than I clearly did... I’M SO SORRY. Life is hard ;w;

Hello, @atsoraasayoma​ ! I’m sorry that I wasn’t clear, but @animegenork​ is my main blog, where I do my fangirling and nonsense ramblings. This is the blog where I take writing requests! (Tumblr doesn’t let you reply on posts with a sideblog, unfortunately.)

In any case, I’d be happy to write your request. c: I hope you like it!

Word Count: 2080 words

A/N: I had a hard time coming up with a real reason for why Taichi would ban Hikari from seeing Takeru, considering how much he loves Takeru as well. So that was kinda flubbed, I think, and maybe a tad out of character. Otherwise, it should be okay...?

“But Taichi,” Hikari whined, “you and I both know he didn’t mean it.”

“I don’t care, Hikari. He went too far.” Taichi scrubbed his hand through his wild mane of hair, a crease forming between his eyebrows. “I know I’m an idiot, but being told that outright to my face by Takeru? That’s a low blow.”

Hikari sighed. It had been a prank, or least Takeru’s idea of one. Everyone else had laughed, but Taichi’s eyes had shone with hurt. As his sister, Hikari had been the first to notice this and the fact that he wasn’t laughing.

“I don’t want you hanging around him outside of school, Hikari,” Taichi muttered, and Hikari widened her eyes. “At least until he learns his lesson.”

“That’s not fair! You’re my brother, not my father!” she cried. The thought of not even getting to walk home with Takeru, her best friend, was unbearable. For more reasons than she would be able to explain. “What if he apologizes? Will that fix it?”

“It’s going to take more than that. I know you two are close, but the last thing I need is my sister hanging out with someone who thinks insults are funny.” Taichi turned to leave the room, stopping with his hand on the doorframe. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, and Hikari could tell by his voice that he was. “It’s just for now. Just give me some time.”

She didn’t reply as he left, and it wasn’t until she heard the front door of their apartment close that she sat down hard on her bed, wondering what in the name of the Digital World she was going to do now.

~ ~ ~

“Taichi said what?”

Yamato let out a heaving sigh. “You know how he is. It takes him forever to get over things.”

“I thought that was you.”

“And that mouth of yours is probably why he’s pissed.”

“It was a joke!”

“For someone so grown up, you sure are childish.”

Takeru groaned. “So I can’t hang out with my best friend until this all blows over?”

“That’s the gist of it.”

“This is awful.” Takeru lowered his head, rubbing a hand down his face. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“On the bright side, at least you’ll have some time to think. Maybe you’ll come up with some nicer pranks, or at least ones that don’t hurt the gogglehead’s feelings.”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks, Yamato.”

His brother nodded and left, leaving Takeru with his thoughts. He wasn’t sure he could handle time away from his best friend--unlike Taichi and Yamato, they didn’t exactly subsist on time away from each other. They were always better together, but now they couldn’t have that except in school. And it’s not like they had much time, then.

This was going to be rough.

~ ~ ~

“Hikari? What’s wrong?”

Blinking to clear the fog over her vision, Hikari glanced over at Miyako, who was leaning down to meet her eyes. Sora and Mimi, just ahead of them, were looking back at her in concern. “Oh, sorry. It’s nothing.”

Sora raised an eyebrow. “Hikari, you’re your brother’s sister, and that face doesn’t mean nothing.”

Mimi put her hands on her hips. “Come on, girl, tell us what’s up.”

“Only if we get some ice cream.”

The girls agreed and led Hikari to an ice cream shop, where they took over a corner table and leaned in close to hear what was on her mind. Hikari wanted to smile at this, because even though they were all in high school, they had never once given her the feeling that they’d left her behind and moved on.

“It’s just, ever since Taichi forbid me from seeing Takeru outside of school--”

“--which is completely bogus and stupid! Go on.”

“Thank you, Mimi. Anyway, I’ve just been, I don’t know, feeling weird. I can barely talk to him at school because of class and everything, and not seeing him just feels... wrong. It’s like I’m empty without him.”

A worm of doubt and embarrassment slithered through her at the smirks the three other girls exchanged. “Don’t just smirk at me! What’s going on?”

Sora’s smile was kind. “I think Mimi can explain it best.”

Flicking her hair over her shoulder, Mimi set her hands on her hips and declared, “Obviously, you’re in love with him!”

“What?” Hikari’s heart beat faster as if in confirmation. But there was no way that was true... right? “How can I be in love with him?”

“You want to spend more time with him, right? And you feel empty without him around? That’s a clear sign of missing him. But while I missed all of you while I was in New York--” and here Mimi threw her arms around Sora and Miyako and squeezed them both, “--I didn’t necessarily feel empty inside without you around me. I knew I could still call or email you, and there was the Digital World, too.”

Miyako nodded. “I bet you think about him even when you two are apart, and you see things on television you wanna tell him about next time you see him because they reminded you of him.”

“Well, yeah, but isn’t that the same with everyone else’s best friends?” Hikari gestured to Sora and Mimi. “Don’t you two talk constantly about your favorite dramas?”

“It’s not the same with Takeru, is it?” Miyako shook her head. “You want to talk to me about our favorite anime, but when you see something you know Takeru likes, you want to watch it so you can talk about it.”

Hikari wanted to protest, but she knew that they were right. It was different with Takeru--it always had been. No matter how hard she tried to deny it, it had always been a different feeling when she was with him. And lately, her heart had done somersaults whenever they talked, constricting when he smiled or when he was playing with Patamon.

With a sigh, she pinched her nose and said, “Oh my God, I’m in love with him.”

“Ladies, we have liftoff.” Mimi brushed her hands together as if they’d achieved something grand. “Now what are you gonna do about the Taichi thing?”

“I can punch him for you,” Miyako offered.

“No, it’s fine. I can figure this out. I think.” Hikari released a breath. “Now I guess I just need to tell him.”

“Don’t worry, it can’t possibly go wrong. Unless I’ve been wrong about you two this entire time.”

“Thanks, Mimi, that’s reassuring.”

“Anytime!”

~ ~ ~

“Taichi is being unreasonable,” Ken said, taking the bowl of candy away from Daisuke before he ate too much sugar. “I’m sure he was just lashing out because he was hurt.”

“He never reacts like this. Did I really go too far?” Takeru groaned and fell back onto the carpet, spreading his arms out on either side like he was going to make a carpet angel. But he knew doing so would only remind him of Hikari.

“I thought it was funny,” Iori said, raising his hand like they were in class. “Although it was a bit childish.”

“Yeah, it was.” Takeru grimaced. “And I’ve been feeling crappy about it ever since.”

“I wish there was a way we could help.” Ken furrowed his eyebrows, which Takeru recognized as his thinking face. There was a moment of silence among the boys before Ken spoke up again. “Is Taichi open to an apology?”

“I hope so. I really miss Hikari.”

Daisuke narrowed his eyes and leaned across the coffee table until he was in Takeru’s face. “You miss her, huh?” A smirk climbed up his face as he rested his chin on his fist. “Are you sure that’s it?”

“What are you talking about?” Takeru could barely understand Daisuke on a good day, and this was anything but.

Iori translated. “He’s asking if you’re sure you only miss her.” The younger boy raised an eyebrow. “I’m wondering the same thing. Is that all you’re feeling?”

Why was he being psychoanalyzed? “Of course that’s it! She’s my best friend! Everything’s so boring without her; I wish she was here to help translate Daisuke-speak.”

“So you wish you were with her more often,” Ken mused, slowly unwrapping a piece of candy.

“Um, yeah? Why are you all making a big deal about this?”

“You clearly like her, you dingus!” Daisuke finally shouted. “And I should know, I’m the expert on having a crush on Hikari!”

“You couldn’t even get her to hold your hand.”

“I thought we agreed never to speak of that, Iori.”

“Like her?” The realization hit Takeru like a brick. Of all their friends, he should have been the first to realize this; he’d always been good at picking up on signals about this type of stuff. But here he was, just as clueless as Daisuke used to be. How had he been so stupid? “God, you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right!” Daisuke puffed out his chest proudly. “Now, onto the task of wooing fair Hikari’s heart--I’m thinking white horse--”

“Why would we let Takeru ride a horse when he has Pegasmon?” Ken looked confused. “And wouldn’t it be better to shower her in flower petals and present her with an extravagant present.”

“I’ve heard that he needs to sing a song. I’m sure Yamato would back you up, Takeru,” Iori suggested.

Takeru needed to stop this. “Uh, thanks, guys, I’ll consider all your ideas, but I think I need to do this on my own.”

Daisuke shrugged. “Your funeral. Don’t come crying when your boring gesture doesn’t work.”

“I appreciate the confidence, Daisuke.”

“Anytime.”

~ ~ ~

“And that’s all the reasons why you’re not an idiot and I am for suggesting you are.” Takeru pressed his forehead into the floor, his knees aching from how long he’d been crouching. “I’m really, really sorry, Taichi--please don’t be mad anymore.”

The floor creaked, and he felt Taichi’s hand ruffling his hair. “I suppose I could forgive you. Really, I could never stay mad at you, Takeru.”

Takeru lifted his head and smiled at Taichi. “That’s great to hear.”

“Just watch it next time, okay? I know I’m an idiot, but it hurts when it comes from my little brother.” Taichi wrapped one arm around him and hugged the younger boy. “But thank you anyway for the apology. It means a lot.”

“I will. Thank you, Taichi.” Takeru sighed. A weight lifted off his shoulders. Now he could see Hikari again.

There was a sound of running, and Hikari suddenly appeared in the hallway, breathing heavily even though she couldn’t have run too far. “Did you make up? Taichi, have you stopped being stubborn?”

Taichi winked at Takeru and walked away. “Yeah, yeah, yell at me later. I know you want to talk to him.”

Hikari did just that, practically tackling Takeru in a hug. Even though Takeru was very much a hugger and had been used to this sort of thing from Mimi and Miyako, he’d never received such an enthusiastic hug from Hikari before. How long had it been, five years? Six? He laughed and hugged her back, his face aching from how wide his smile was. “I missed you, too, Hikari.”

“About that.” Hikari pulled away, a determined look on her face. “I’m just gonna say it, so please don’t hate me.” She took a deep breath before saying in a rush, “I think I’m in love with you.”

Takeru blinked. He had a feeling he’d heard her correctly, but still, he had to be sure... “You’re what?”

She said it just as fast as before. “I think I’m in love with you.”

“Come again?”

“I’m not saying it again, Takeru!”

He laughed again, but this time it was nervous. He could still see some of the spikes of Taichi’s brown hair around the corner, and he didn’t want to make the older boy mad again. But hell if he wasn’t going to take this chance and roll with it before Taichi did something to undermine it all. “I, uh, I think I’m in love with you, too, Hikari.”

“Say that again?”

“Absolutely not.” Takeru gave her one of his signature crooked grins. “I missed you like hell, Hikari.”

“I missed you, too.” She lightly flicked his forehead. “Never piss off my brother again, doofus.”

“If it means never seeing you? Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Hikari smiled and hugged him again, and Takeru wasn’t sure if he would ever be as happy as he was in this moment.

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Late

Late

Word Count: 591

Prompt: “Confession,” Day 2 of Koumi Week 2021

Featured Characters: Koushiro “Izzy” Izumi

A/N: Okay, so has anyone else seen Cardcaptor Sakura? Does anyone remember when Sakura when to the airport to say goodbye to Syaoran after they had kinda been all blushy and confessed that they loved each other? So... this is kinda inspired by that and that’s all I’m gonna say <3

@koumiweek​ 

He was running late. He was almost out of time.

His cell phone went off in his pocket. He ignored it. Tai had been calling him nonstop, asking him where he was to say goodbye to Mimi. In Izzy's defense, he'd been tossing and turning, deliberating the pros and cons of seeing her off to New York. The way his heart ached every time he thought of her moving was enough to convince him to go. But of course he'd woken up late after falling asleep so early in the morning, and of course traffic had to be hellish as soon as he got even close to the airport. If he'd had Tentomon with him, he could fly there, but he didn't, so he couldn't.

It was like an out-of-body experience. Every moment seemed to last a year as the taxi pulled up to the airport, as he ran inside, sprinted past security, to the gate, passing by his friends who were watching Mimi's head bounce toward the air bridge leading to the plane that would take her thousands of miles away. He barely registered the shocked look on Tai's face, his phone held up to his ear, nor did he notice the line of people who all grumbled as he pushed past them.

"Mimi!"

She turned around, her brilliant brown eyes lighting up at the sight of him. "Izzy! I didn't think you were gonna make it."

Now that he was here, time started flowing normally, and Izzy realized that he didn't have any air in his lungs. He doubled over, practically wheezing as he tried to catch his breath. Even in the Digital World, he hadn't run that fast. Mimi patiently waited for him to say something, stepping out of line so that the other passengers could board the plane. Izzy's cheeks flushed as he heard the adults around him whispering something about "that girl's boyfriend?" and "how cute, it's like that anime!"

Straightening up once oxygen returned to his lungs, Izzy looked up at Mimi, who was still slightly taller than him. "I'm sorry I'm late. But I couldn't not say goodbye to you."

Her smile was brilliant. "Thank you, Izzy. I'm going to miss you a lot." With that, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her gentleness making him melt a bit as he weakly held her shirt in his hands. He really didn't want her to leave. He had to tell her.

"Um," he swallowed. "There's something else."

Now, her smile was quizzical. "What is it?"

A part of him thought he was going to chicken out. It made calculations, it came up with several outcomes to this choice, but it failed to stop his mouth from pushing the words out regardless: "I love you."

Perfect eyebrows leaped up her forehead, her eyes shining with something he couldn't identify to save his life. But she didn't make a face. She didn't even say anything. Instead, her smile softened, and she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek before turning and leaving to board her plane.

Izzy was left standing there, staring, until the door to the air bridge closed and the plane had long since taken off. He barely registered Tai's hand on his shoulder, guiding him out of the airport, nor did he notice the ping of an email coming through on his cell phone.

Hours later, he would open his email to find a message that would make his heart burst inside his chest.

I love you, too. See you soon. <3

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Helpless

Helpless

Word Count: 730

Prompt: “Dark/Light,” Day 4 of Digiweek 2021

Featured Characters: Meiko Mochizuki

A/N: So over on my Digimon writing blog @imaginedigimon​, I once wrote headcanons about the 01 kids if they were evil. I wanted to expand upon them for this prompt, and I suddenly got the idea to feature Meiko from tri. So what if the gang got Infected in some way, leaving Meiko to fend for herself? ANGST ANGST ANGST!

With that in mind, I hope you enjoy this little slice of dread!

@digiweek​

Oh, no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no.

Meiko backed away, step by step, as dark shadows overtook her friends. This couldn't be happening, right? There was no way her friends would turn to the dark side like Meicoomon had, right? Right? No human could be Infected by the same virus that had slowly overtaken all of their Digimon partners. There was no way anything like that would happen to them.

All her hopes were dashed when Tai opened his dead eyes and drew back his lips in a snarl.

Matt cracked his neck with a bored expression on his face. Mimi tossed her hair over her shoulder, settling her hands on her hips in a haughty way. Joe gave off a menacing aura as he pushed his glasses up his nose, causing them to glint in the sun. Sora's face was twisted in a scowl as she brushed debris off of herself. Even poor, sweet Izzy now bore a smug smile that reminded Meiko of the Digimon Emperor stories Mimi had once told her.

Even T.K. and Kari had matching smirks on their faces, cackling behind their hands as they took in the scene before them.

"What are you still doing here?" Tai finally spat. "I thought running away was your specialty."

"Tai, it's me," Meiko warbled, her voice shaking even as she tried to put as much distance between herself and her warped friends. "Please try to remember."

"Oh, please." Mimi rolled her eyes, exchanging a look with Palmon that was all too reminiscent of the type of girls who had bullied Mimi and Meiko since they'd moved to Tsukishima High School. "As if we were ever actually your friends outside of the whole DigiDestined nonsense." Her cold eyes looked Meiko up and down. "What use were you to us, anyway?"

Coming from Mimi, the words were a slap in the face. All the things Meiko had feared from her friends were now being said to her. This had to be a nightmare. There was no way they actually thought this.

Unless she'd been right all along and they had always hated her.

"Be nice, Mimi," Kari intoned, her unnerving smirk still on her face. "Poor thing looks so helpless and sad already. She has no friend in the entire world."

T.K. chuckled. "But it's so much fun seeing her break down right in front of us. I don't know about you, but it's fun watching the despair take her over."

"We have better things to do," Matt reminded them all, cracking his knuckles. "Like, say, make Homeostasis pay for shoving us to the side like we're a bunch of stupid little kids."

"Not to mention taking down the city that didn't take us seriously," Tai muttered, his already scary face darkening with anger. "They want evil monsters, we'll give them evil monsters.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Joe asked, exchanging a smirk with Gomamon. "I'm ready if you all are."

Izzy tapped something into his computer and held up his Digivice, causing a portal to open right behind Tai. One by one, the DigiDestined went through the portal, off to do whatever it is they were planning on doing. Meiko had no way of knowing where they were going or what they intended to do now that they clearly weren't themselves. All she knew was that she had no way of stopping them. She was one person, and unlike them, she had no Digimon partner.

"Oh, and Meiko?"

She looked up at Mimi, who was the last to go through the portal. For a split second, Meiko thought she saw a flash of the Mimi who had never stopped believing in her. But just as quickly, that flash was gone, and the new evil Mimi stared at her with an arrogant smile. "You might want to run."

As soon as Mimi stepped through the portal, it closed, and Meiko was left alone once again. This time, however, it wasn't because her friends were off doing something heroic. They were off to do something terrible, all because of that stupid Infection. She was the only one left, and there was no way she could do anything about it, not while her Digimon was still on the loose somewhere, wreaking havoc like her former friends.

Overwhelmed, Meiko fell to her knees. And she screamed.

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Beating Hearts

Word Count: 547 Prompt: & Koushiro A/N: As the years go on I find something new to love about the relationship between Taichi and Koushiro. Romantic or not, these two have a lot of potential stored in them, and I don't think I completely did it justice. Continuing on with my personal theme of pain for myself, this one nearly did a huge number on me. I hope Koushiro and Taichi would have liked it. @taichiyagamiweek

The office looked empty without Tentomon buzzing around. It filled Taichi with a certain unease that somehow hadn't been following him in every other instance of this. Maybe because of the specific way Koushiro and Tentomon complemented each other, a singular unit of technology and science that functioned better together than they did alone. Taichi had always considered them one person, at least subconsciously.

Before Koushiro could begin whatever conversation he intended on having, Taichi bowed low, practically bending in half. "I'm so sorry."

He could hear the gears whirring in Koushiro's brain, hear the way he blinked once, then twice, then a third and fourth time, trying to process the reason for the apology. Finally, the younger boy said, "Why are you apologizing?"

Straightening up, Taichi tried not to meet his friend's gaze, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "We sped up the process, didn't we? And now you're alone."

Koushiro didn't answer at first, turning away and walking over to the window of his office. Taichi's brain inserted the image of Tentomon buzzing beside him, chattering away while Koushiro smiled that soft smile of his. The more he witnessed these cruel separations, the broken hearts left behind by a decision that was never theirs to make, the more Taichi's heart hurt. Whereas he felt the emptiness Agumon had left behind, he felt the hole beside his friends. It hurt so much to see what the Digital World had wrought upon them.

Lightly, Koushiro touched the window with the pads of his fingers, sighing. "There was bound to be something like Eosmon," he pointed out. "That's the way of our two worlds. Something is always at stake, always threatening the status quo. This was no different." He looked over his shoulder and smiled. "Do you regret any of it?"

The man who used to be a boy with goggles shook his head, grinning wryly. "Never. I'll never regret it."

"Neither will the rest of us." Koushiro turned fully to face him, backlit by the setting sun. "We had one last battle together, all eight of us. Including Sora." His mouth twitched; when he had become aware of what happened to Sora, he had been stricken, and Taichi wondered if perhaps Koushiro shouldered the guilt for not knowing what had afflicted their friend earlier than even Yamato or he. "All we can do now is watch over those who still have their partners and hope we'll find a way to see them again."

"If anyone can find the way, it's you, Koushiro. You were always the greatest of us that way." Taichi fingered the goggles in his pocket, his mind supplying memories of all the times Koushiro had literally and figuratively saved their butts, even when he was not directly involved in the fight at hand. "I'd say you're at the height of your potential."

"Aren't all of us? This isn't the end, Taichi." Koushiro placed his hand over his heart. "As long as our hearts are beating, I know we'll find a way."

Smiling widely, Taichi made his way over to his friend and held out his fist. Koushiro formed a fist with his own hand and bumped it lightly against Taichi's. A promise made between those who had always shouldered more than was fair. 

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This is Just the Start

This is Just the Start

Word Count: 841

Prompt: “Beginning,” Day 1 of Digiweek 2021

Featured Characters: Tai Kamiya

A/N: Because I’m silly, I can’t just post one thing a day for Digiweek. I love Digimon too much (and I guess I hate my hands too much) to do so. So for my second contribution, I decided to make reference both to the original generation of Adventure, as well as the next generation that was hinted at with the 02 epilogue. I hope you enjoy!

@digiweek​

It was happening again. The snowstorm in summer. The giant wave that washed them away. The feeling of his stomach in his throat as he fell. Disorientation from not knowing where he was. Koromon. Kuwagamon.

His first adventure in the Digital World played back like a film reel, moving so fast he couldn't focus on one image for more than a few seconds. The confusion was familiar, even after so many years. Tai could almost believe he was eleven again, armed with only his mini telescope and goggles as he explored this strange new world that he'd come to love.

The memory washed away as sunlight flooded his vision, bringing him back to reality, where his alarm was blaring and his son was throwing open the curtains. "Come on, Dad, we're gonna be late!"

Tai sat up and yawned, scrubbing his hand through his short brown hair as he tracked his son's frenetic movements all over the room. "Even if we are, they won't leave without us, Daichi."

Pouting, Daichi said, "But Daaaaaad!"

He had to admit, it was hard to argue with that logic. "Alright, alright, I'm getting up. You better get dressed, too, young man."

With a flash of gravity-defying hair, his son sprinted out of the room to do as he said, and Tai stood and stretched his arms above his head. Moving to the window, he noted the sunshine lighting up the city, and he hoped that the weather was just as pleasant in the Digital World.

A yawn interrupted a budding thought regarding his dream, and he hurried to get ready for their outing before his son could scold him again. Considering the teasing he was probably going to have to endure when they arrived, he wouldn't want to add more fuel to the fire.

Today wasn't about him, after all. It was all about Daichi and the other kids.

~ ~ ~

"Still haven't managed to figure out how to wake up on time?" Kari teased as Tai and Daichi arrived at the park.

"Did you expect anything less?" Tai quipped back, reaching over to ruffle his sister's hair. She'd pulled it back in a ponytail today, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. Gatomon perched on her shoulder, blue eyes narrowed into unreadable slits. Tai felt a sudden wave of nostalgia for the days when Kari was much younger, and a brief image of her eight-year-old self flashed across his mind.

Ah, to go back to the good old days.

"Is everyone ready?" Izzy asked from the ground, looking up from his computer along with his daughter, whose owl eyes resembled that of Izzy's ten-year-old self.

He was starting to feel older the more he was reminded of his own first time in the Digital World.

The DigiDestined and their children all nodded, and Izzy opened the gate to the Digital World. Eyes wide with awe, the children stepped through first, their joyful exclamations causing their parents to chuckle. Daichi held tightly to Tai's hand and led him through the gate, blinking when they emerged into the sunlight of the Digital World. The bright colors stood out among the duller shades of their clothes, but Tai felt a strange sense of peace wash over him the longer he stood staring.

How he loved this strange little alternate world.

"This is the Digital World?" Daichi asked, looking up at Tai with round brown eyes.

"This is the Digital World," he confirmed, crouching beside his son and ruffling his wild hair. "I hope you'll like it here, Daichi."

"I love it!" the boy chirped, grinning the type of grin he must have definitely inherited from his father.

"Then why don't you go and explore?" Tai suggested gently, nodding his head to where the other children were running around. Daichi's eyes brightened, and he scampered off.

Tai stood and watched his son, slipping his hands into his pockets and fingering the Digivice he'd been keeping in there.

He heard the distinct sound of Agumon's footsteps behind him. The orange dinosaur had been strangely silent all day, which would have worried Tai if there hadn't been such a thoughtful look on his face. "He looks just like you, Tai," the Digimon finally said, his green eyes fixed on Daichi. "It's almost like we went back in time."

"Yeah," Tai agreed, letting his hand fall so Agumon could reach up with his claws. Wrapping his fingers around one of Agumon's claws, he had to bite back the tears as he said, "But our adventure ended a long time ago, buddy."

"And Daichi's?" Agumon murmured, concern tinging his raspy voice.

At that, Tai couldn't help but smile, even around his nostalgic tears. Around him, his friends were also shedding tears, silent or noisy, as they watched their children frolick in the place they'd come to consider a bit of a second home. Seeing how happy his son looked to be in this place Tai loved so much, he turned to his Digimon partner with a smile.

"For Daichi, this is just the beginning."

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Missing You

Missing You

Word Count: 589

Prompt: “Mutual Pining,” Day 1 of Koumi Week 2021

Featured Characters: Koushiro “Izzy” Izumi & Mimi Tachikawa

A/N: Even though it happened, I feel as if Mimi’s time in New York is often passed over. We all know it happened, but how much do we actually think about it having happened? So I figured the perfect type of time period for this prompt was Mimi’s time in New York.

I did a split view of the featured two for this one to really portray what distance can do to pining, so I hope it worked! Enjoy! <3

@koumiweek​ 

"I miss Mimi."

Izzy froze, the pads of his fingers hovering above his laptop's keyboard. Behind him, Yolei was lamenting the absence of her heart's sister. His heart beat a little faster at the sound of her name, an image of his childhood friend with the pink dress and ten gallon hat flashing through his mind. It took all his willpower not to show the strength of his emotion in his face. Ever since Tentomon had helped him learn to emote, it had been harder and harder to hide everything he was feeling when he felt it.

And right now, he missed Mimi. Probably more than Yolei would ever understand.

How long had it been since he'd seen her smile? Although he couldn't really say if he'd ever actually been personally responsible for any of those smiles. He hadn't really had the chance to be before she'd flown off to New York.

Was it weird that he desperately wanted to open a digital gate and go to New York?

This was starting to get overwhelming. Izzy made what was probably a horribly crafted excuse—something about not feeling well—before rushing off to be alone. Once he was safely out of the room, Izzy sat heavily down on the floor, his fingers sprawled on the top of his laptop. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the folded photo he'd kept in there every day to remind him of how much progress he'd made, how far he'd come since that fateful day three summers ago.

Unfolding the photo, he stared hard not at Tentomon, but at the girl he'd been missing since the day he'd found out she was leaving Japan.

He missed Mimi, but not for the same reason as Yolei. No, his reasoning was much deeper than missing a friend.

~ ~ ~

She thought about him, but she pretended she didn't.

Strolling through New York, there was plenty to take in: the sights, the smells, the sounds, the people, the clothes, the landmarks, everything! Even though she'd been living here for nearly three years now, there was something that just couldn't be sated in her. There was always something new to discover, new to try.

There was always something new to distract herself from thoughts of Japan.

But it rarely worked, and in some ways, she hated New York for that. She couldn't keep her mind off of the boy with the laptop, whose face could change from a blank robot into an absolute cutie pie within seconds. She couldn't help but wonder if his red hair was still spiky and wild, or if he'd changed it much like she had done many times this year. (The afro might have been a low point for her, but damn, did she look good in it.)

Emails were starting to not be enough for her. The time difference made them hellish, for one, but there was so much that couldn't be conveyed in an email, especially to someone like Izzy. Mimi missed everyone back in Japan, but for some reason, her thoughts always returned to the boy who had made her bawl like a baby without even trying. In some ways, she wondered if it was because she had always been interested in him this way. Maybe they had more in common than she'd originally thought—that is, a difficulty with processing and expressing certain emotions.

Mimi wondered if he'd ever thought the same, and despite the bright lights of New York before her, she found her thoughts back in Tokyo all over again.