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kpopsexstories · 2 months ago

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NCT Dream Dating Ban #8: All 7 members Pt. 2/3

NCT Dream can’t date girls. As their gay friend you help them out with their sexual needs. (Part 2 of 3)

This is a 100% gay smut story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: NCT Dream x Male Reader

Content: The boys of NCT Dream engage in an insanely hot orgie.

Type of Sex: WILD

Word Count: 4.6k

Previous parts in the NCT Dream 'Dating Ban' series: Jisung Pt. 1, Jisung Pt. 2, Haechan, Mark, Renjun Pt. 1, Renjun Pt. 2, Jeno Pt. 1, Jeno Pt. 2, Chenle, Jaemin Pt. 1, Jaemin Pt. 2, All Members Pt. 1.

Renjun glares lustfully at you, then shuts his eyes hard and opens his mouth wide when you stretch his hole open. You're naked on your back in your best friend Jisung's bed, and Renjun is sitting on his knees over your crotch.

When you glance to your left your eyes meet Jeno's. He's stretched long on his arms, towering over Jisung who's rubbing shoulders with you. Jeno smirks at you while he fucks your friend slowly but with passion missionary style, eagerly observing Renjun and yourself as your dick slides deeper into Renjun's ass.

Behind the twink riding your cock you can see the faces, shoulders and torsos of Mark and Haechan. They too have taken their clothes off. They stand naked by the foot of the bed, drooling and massaging their boners as they watch the live porn unfolding before their eyes.

Who would have thought that this is where you'd all end up? The whole scene is insane, but when you think about it it's not actually that surprising.

It's your last day with the boys and you have already had sex with each one of them individually. Of course they want to make the most of the few hours you have left together.

Renjun leans forward to kiss your lips. He bends his spine and rocks his ass back and forth in your arms, gliding on your thighs and stomach and engulfing the full length of your shaft. The slippery sensation is wonderful.

Jeno returns his focus to Jisung, who has his legs spread wide and knees in the air. His thigh keeps brushing against Renjun's beside him. Jeno groans of pleasure when he pulls himself back and forth on his elbows, shoving his dick repeatedly into Jisung's slender body.

Jisung is groaning too, but you're not sure if it's out of pleasure or pain. Over the past week he's come far, and you're quite impressed with how openly he's taken it all in. He's learned a lot, and he's no longer the inexperienced straight boy you came to visit. The fact that he's letting Jeno fuck him at all is proof of that.

Renjun, however, is definitely experienced. While Jisung gets comfortable with the size and feel of Jeno's dick filling him up, Renjun is working hard to pleasure yours. He lifts and lowers his ass repeatedly, rocking up and down while you hold him. The harder you fuck, the closer he leans in, and your chests soon rub together.

You suddenly feel a hand on your foot. It's Mark's. He wants in on the action. He puts a knee on the bed and slides up your calf.

“Ahh,” you moan, and turn to look at Jeno and Jisung again. The sensation of so many bodies all around you is thrilling and turns you on.

You watch as Jeno lifts a hand to feel Jisung's soft and narrow waist and stomach. He presses down with his palm on Jisung's chest, and lets his hand wander to your friend’s neck and shoulder.

You turn your head all the way to the side, to catch the expression on Jisung's face. He has his eyes closed, shallow puffs of air escaping from his open mouth.

Your body is stretched long on the bed. You lift your head to glance down over Renjun's shoulder. You push him down onto your chest to get a better view.

Mark is directly above and behind him. His hands are exploring your legs as well as Renjun's waist and spine. You wonder if this is the first time any of the boys have touched each other sexually.

Mark smiles wide when your eyes meet, and a piercing sensation shoots through your heart. Renjun buries his face in the pillow beside your head. A new pair of hands are suddenly touching your feet.

Behind Mark you see Haechan's adorable face and focused expression. He's looking straight down, at his own dick while he jerks it directly above your legs. He's caressing your lower parts and slaps his organ against Mark's rear. Mark seems oblivious to it but Haechan seems very into what he's doing.

Jeno turns to look at you again. He smiles at the sight of Renjun's body shaking in your arms. It turns him on, and he fucks Jisung a little faster.

“Jeno, can I?” Haechan suddenly asks and taps the man on the shoulder, breaking the verbal silence between all of you.

“Sure,” Jeno pants. He abruptly sits up, and swiftly pulls out of Jisung's ass. He stands up on the bed and takes a big leap over Jisung's tall but tiny body.

Haechan leaves your legs and feet alone, letting Mark and Renjun have you to themselves. He climbs higher onto the bed on his knees and puts a hand on Jisung's thigh.

“Can I?” he asks again and smiles softly at Jisung, hoping for a positive response.

“Yeah,” Jisung says, but he quickly closes his legs. He instead turns around to stand on all four. I've taught him well, you think and moan.

Your eyes meet when he comes around and faces you, and you give each other a nod of approval. The student has graduated. This – Jisung having sex with the others – is definitely new, and you certainly have taught him well.

Haechan springs to action. Having observed the sex for so long he's more than a little eager to be a part of it. He stands tall on his knees behind Jisung. You can see his upper body over Jisung's shoulder, before the latter leans in closer to give you a kiss on the lips and effectively blocks the view.

Your hands on Renjun's body relax when you begin to make out with your friend, and your thrusts quickly slow down. Jisung too seems to be calmed by the make-out session, or at least shifts his focus away from Haechan's approaching cock. That is, until his face suddenly freezes and he groans, when Haechan slowly penetrates him.

Jeno is standing by the headboard, tall and sexy behind you on the bed. He's leaning against the wall and has a relaxed posture, stroking his dick slowly while watching you all from above.

Renjun pulls his head away from you and sits up straight. His movement catches your attention, and you admire his slim figure while your hands glide down his front and sides and onto his thighs.

Mark closes in on him from behind. He wraps his arms around Renjun's chest and torso, and starts to kiss and lick his neck. Renjun tilts his head back, puts an arm around Mark's head and neck, and moans softly toward the ceiling. All while still riding you sensually.

It's incredibly erotic to watch. And for the first time ever you begin to wonder if the boys haven't don't all this before.

“Hey,” a voice suddenly calls.

Jeno looks up in the direction of the door. Haechan, who is rocking slowly back and forth while holding Jisung's narrow hips, stops thrusting and turns his head. Jisung stops kissing you and stares straight into your eyes, as you both wonder who the hell just came. You listen intently to figure out who it might be.

Only Mark and Renjun seem oblivious to the new arrival. They're making out far above you, fully focused on each other.

“Hey,” Jeno says and smiles wide.

You tear your eyes away from Jisung, to see the person who has entered. Chenle is looking exceptionally cheerful even for him, as he walks butt naked into the room with long and confident strides.

“Wanna join?” Jeno asks.

It's a question with an obvious answer.

Mark suddenly stop kissing Renjun's lips. He's slowly rocking his body, pressing his dick against Renjun's lower back.

“Where's Jaemin?” he asks.

Chenle comes all the way up to the bed. “Oh, he's coming,” he says merrily. “We just got out of the shower.”

We? you think to yourself. The image in your head confuses you, but you decide not to ask any questions.

For a moment Chenle looks a little lost, suddenly not quite sure where to go or what to do with himself. To his right, Haechan has returned to focus on Jisung, as he thrusts his groin against the man's cheeks and a clasping sound is produced. To his left, Renjun is bouncing gently on your cock while Mark is kissing and hugging him lovingly from behind.

Jisung comes back in to kiss you, and Jeno's gaze wanders back down to watch you make out, leaving Chenle to figure things out for himself.

He sits down on a chair by Jisung's desk, feeling somewhat left out and disappointed. Absentmindedly he begins to stroke his cute dick while observing the amazing sex at a distance.

His time will come. And he doesn't have to wait too long. Jaemin becomes his salvation.

The seventh and final member of NCT Dream walks in wearing only a towel around his waist. Like Chenle's, his hair is wet and he's taken his clothes off before he even got here. His skin is still moist from the shower they just had, and his boner is clearly visible through the tightly wrapped cloth.

“Am I last again?” he asks and laughs. He was the last one to have sex with you, and now he's the last one to arrive to the spontaneous orgie.

“Only because you probably took forever to fix your hair,” Jeno jokes. He's not entirely wrong.

Unlike Chenle, however, Jaemin is not afraid to assert himself and take his place among the guys. With the towel still around his waist he climbs onto the bed and puts one hand on Haechan's bare and mushy ass, and the other on Mark's warm shoulder.

Renjun has turned away from his lover. He has his hands on your chest and is rolling his hips and stomach wider and faster, passionately riding you like he was born for it. But he feels Jaemin's presence and how Mark is pulling away from him.

“Jaemin,” he says and turns his head. He wants to include his friend in the action. “Wanna fuck me?”

“Yes!” Jaemin exclaims. He's almost too excited about the idea. There's something in the eagerness and the tone of his voice that makes you take extra notice of it.

Why didn't Chenle get the same question? It makes you think once again that, maybe, at least some of the boys have done this before.

Renjun stops rolling, lifts his ass and your cock slowly falls out of him. It was perhaps just in time. You lay flustered and your dick is throbbing, having just been so close to the edge that another second – another bounce – could have been the final pump that made you burst.

Mark adapts to the change in interactions by taking several steps away from you both. He waddles backwards on his knees in the direction of Chenle on the chair.

Jisung has stopped kissing you, as Haechan has picked up the pace behind him. Instead he's grimacing and focusing, his mind clearly fixed on the shaft inside his pink hole and the loud and rapid clasping against his butt cheeks.

Jeno is leaning against the wall, his feet sunken deep into the mattress in front of Jisung's face. He keeps stroking his boner while looking around him, faster now that Haechan is really going at it. He enjoys the sea of naked bodies, hard dicks, wide open mouths and assholes, and lustful grins in the room.

An eight voice suddenly appears at the door. “Oh my god!” it says in a deep and manly tone. “This is so hot!”

Everyone abruptly stops what they're doing. Your heart flutters and a piercing worry shoots through your body. There should be no one left to join you.

Everyone simultaneously stop what they're doing and turn around. “What are you doing in my room?” Jisung asks. He can only see a figure in the corner of his eye but knows exactly who it is.

“The author accidentally put a photo of me in the previous part of this story so I thought I'd come say hi.” “I just came down to give Jeno this book,” Jaehyun says. He's holding up a copy of Sapiens – A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari.

“Oh,” Jeno exclaims happily. He abruptly jumps down from the bed causing everyone else to bounce high as he takes a heavy step on the mattress.

He comes around to the foot of the bed and gives his friend a hug. “Thanks,” he says and takes the book from Jaehyun's hand. He looks happy when he studies the cover, then quickly puts the book away on a shelf.

There are more important things to do right now than read.

Jaehyun looks stunned. Jeno is naked, erect and standing very close to him. But that's not what's thrown him off. Since when has Jeno been a hugger?

Anyway, the situation is far from what Jaehyun had expected to find when he came down to the Dream dorm.

“Wanna join?” Jeno asks and puts an arm around his friend.

“I can't, we're going to the airport,” Jaehyun says and looks sad, as he quickly adapts and processes what's going on around him. Jeno starts tugging on his t-shirt, pulling it up his fit stomach.

“Just a few minutes?” Haechan encourages, his dick still deep in Jisung's ass. Everyone is completely still and listening and watching for Jaehyun's response with anticipation.

Jeno kisses Jaehyun's lips. Jaehyun lets him, and raises his arms so his friend can pull the shirt over his head. “I- I really can't,” he says but allows Jeno to unbuckle his jeans. “Everyone is almost in the car already.”

Chenle abruptly stands up from his chair but doesn't take a step forward. Jaehyun's pants and underwear drop to the floor as Jeno quickly undresses him. All eyes are on them, and everyone is in a sudden amazement and disbelief when the two muscular men start touching and making out right in front of them.

“Fuck, that's hot,” Mark whispers.

“Yeeeah…” you say wide-eyed and horny.

“Oh my God,” Renjun and Jaemin, the latter sitting between you at the center of the bed, utter at the same time.

“Fuck me,” Chenle exclaims mostly just as an expression of arousal, but it causes Jaehyun to react and turn around.

The newcomer and temporary guest is as hard as everyone else, following the sight of the orgie and the hot and naked make-out session with Jeno. Chenle blinks and is unable to move when Jaehyun steps out of his underwear on the floor and approaches him.

Jeno takes a step back. Everyone has their eyes and mouths wide open when Jaehyun grabs Chenle's slender, naked body. He abruptly turns the poor and surprised boy around and pushes on his shoulder to get him to lean forward over the chair.

Chenle's dick swings and sways in the air from the sudden movement. He grabs the armrests and instinctively spreads his legs and pouts his ass out. Jaehyun moves closer and positions his erection between Chenle's cheeks. The latter moans and grimaces while the former is fully focused on the ass and shaft in his hands.

The head finds its path. Jaehyun pushes it forward. Chenle lets out a pained groan when he's penetrated. He's happy though. Finally someone is paying him some attention.

Jaehyun quickly starts fucking Chenle from behind. Slow at first, but then fast and lustfully. He has both hands on Chenle's hips while his boner goes in and out of the tight hole.

He goes faster, harder, louder. The chair slams repeatedly against the wall. Jaehyun grunts audibly, and Chenle whimpers lowly. The rest of you remain still and somewhat in shock by all of this.

Jaehyun really is in a rush though. He quickly reaches his peak, eager to come sooner rather than later. He starts to sweat, his thigh and arm muscles working tirelessly. The loud smacking of his hips against Chenle's sore cheeks is a massive turnon for everyone.

Jaehyun looks down at his shaft in the hole, then throws his head back at the ceiling. He pulls Chenle deep and repeatedly onto his cock. He ignores everyone else, while he erupts and ejaculates with a loud groan from the bottom of his throat.

“Uuuhhh, uuuhhh, Mmm!” he exclaims as he unloads. “Mmm, fuck yeah, mmmm!”

He slows down. He knows that everyone is watching him when his dick falls out of the ass and he backs away.

“Was this what you wanted?” he asks and slaps Chenle on the cheeks with a huge grin on his face.

“Y-yeah,” Chenle whispers, stunned and unable to speak.

“Well, I really do have to run,” Jaehyun says. He quickly goes to pick up his clothes, and while he's at it he playfully grabs Jeno's hard dick and gives the man one final kiss on the lips. “Enjoy the book.”

Jaehyun leaves the room naked, smirking and holding his clothes in his hands. He's quite pleased to have shocked and amazed you. The last thing you see of him is his bare ass and back as he turns a corner.

What the fuck? you think to yourself. That was crazy!

Chenle slowly turns around and looks at all of you. No one says a word as he collapses in the chair.

Haechan glances around and your eyes meet. “That was insane,” you whisper to him.

He smiles back at you. “We should visit them upstairs more often,” he says and chuckles.

Yeah, Haechan. Yeah, you really should.

Gradually, everyone returns to their previous partners. Renjun has climbed off you and comes to lie beside you. You touch and make out while rubbing your bodies together.

Jaemin finally takes off his towel. You feel him shuffle around by your feet.

Haechan starts thrusting into Jisung's ass again. The two become focused on themselves.

Jeno moves from his spot on the floor by the foot of the bed, and returns to his previous position on the bed. It bounces when he climbs back up to stand by the headboard.

Mark makes his way to stand beside Chenle in the chair, who looks flustered and stunned but totally satisfied.

And finally, Jaemin puts a hand on Haechan's shoulder, who turns around and smiles at his friend.

A minute after Jaehyun has left the room you hear the front door slam shut. He has now left the building and everything is back to normal. It's like his appearance never happened.

Jaemin's presence on the bed shakes things up though, and the touch on the shoulder is the start of something new. As you make out with Renjun you turn your head and meet Jaemin and Haechan's eyes.

Haechan nods at you as if asking a question. You smile back to confirm what you're both thinking. You roll on your back and Renjun kisses your arm and chest, as if to say goodbye when you pull away from him. When he looks up he gives Jaemin a lustful glare.

The four of you have suddenly reached a silent agreement.

Haechan stops thrusting into Jisung and slowly pulls out, eager to have his turn with you. Jaemin backs away, getting ready to give Renjun a go. Renjun lets you go and half way sits up beside you.

Things are happening, and it's time for new partners and positions.

Haechan crawls over your legs and takes Renjun's place. You roll sideways with your back and ass toward him, and he holds you close as you make yourselves comfortable. You both scoot closer to Jisung to prevent Renjun from falling off, while Jaemin gets out of bed and approaches Renjun's side.

It's unclear if Mark has been pushed away by Jaemin's arrival or if he's drawn to Chenle anyway, but he suddenly stands next to the latter with a firm grip around his own dick. Its presence so close makes Chenle blush. Mark smiles naughtily and asserts his will by playfully swinging the dick closer to the shocked but satisfied eyes and lips beside him.

Jeno's feet by your head suddenly disappear, as he sits down on his knees above you. His dick is waving near your face, as is Jisung's when you move closer to him still. Haechan behind you is getting ready to penetrate your ass one last time this week, and you grab Jeno and Jisung's cocks to pull them all the way in.

You kiss Jisung's head and lick the shaft. Then you take the full length of Jeno's dick in your mouth and suck. They let out audible moans as you play with and pleasure them, which sends a shiver of arousal through every man in the room.

Jisung pushes higher and he and Jeno start to make out. Their crotches and stomachs rub together and your head gets enclosed in a small space between them. You take turns licking and sucking them while stroking their sexy thighs.

You glance up several times. First at Jeno's defined abs and chest, then at Jisung flat and firm waist and belly button. The sight is incredibly hot.

Haechan's dick eventually stretches your hole. For a moment you pause as he slides in slowly from behind while holding your body tight. You stop pleasuring and sucking and let the two dicks rest on your face while you hold your breath and grimace.

Despite your efforts to share the space on the bed, Renjun is forced to put one leg on either side of yours and Haechan’s. He has moved to the foot of the bed and is sticking his round ass out, as he spreads his cheeks for Jaemin to enjoy.

Jaemin penetrates him from behind. He quickly starts rocking his body back and forth, his feet firmly planted on the ground. He holds Renjun's cheeks and narrow hips between his big hands.

Renjun looks at Haechan, leans down over you both, and the two begin to make out. You can hear and feel them sucking face behind you, while Haechan slowly and repeatedly thrusts his strong and pulsing boner into you.

Haechan's hand is firm on your hip. His cock is throbbing and rubbing inside you. His chest is pressed against your back while he fucks you slow and twists his neck to reach Renjun's mouth with his tongue.

You push yourself up on your arm and elbow, to get to Jisung's stomach with your lips. You briefly kiss it while caressing his firm ass and smooth back, until Jeno lowers himself over you so that his dick can go deeper into your throat. You take it, then gag, but only for a second as you pull your head back and your wet lips glide all the way up the hard shaft.

Meanwhile, Chenle and Mark have found each other. The hot and vivid memory of Jaehyun fucking Chenle good has pulled Mark in, and the enticing erection waving near his face has made Chenle curious.

“Ah, fuuck!” you suddenly hear Mark exclaim, when Chenle grabs the dick and takes it in his mouth – just the way you taught him when you gave him a blowjob two days ago.

He has a hand on Mark's hip. Mark is leaning in closer and closer over the chair, spreading his legs over Chenle who remains seated. You can’t see them clearly from this angle even when you twist your neck in an attempt to look, because Jaemin and Renjun are partially block your view. But the sounds give you a good picture of what is going on in the corner.

“Get closer,” you hear Mark order and it surprises you how stern he sounds.

It suddenly dawns on you that everyone is engaged in something. It’s like your initial sex with Jisung – whom you’ve already been sleeping with daily anyway – and Renjun – who is the only one who has come out to you as gay – has triggered something great and wonderful.

Gay or not, the week has opened the boys up to your world. The fact that they're now part of a full-blown orgie, and that they aren’t shy to pleasure each other even without your direct involvement, certainly proves something.

Jisung interrupts your thoughts when he moves away from you, pushed aside by Jeno who has claimed most of the space above your head. You gag a second time. Jisung gets out of bed and stands to watch, holding and slowly stroking his dick while his eyes wander around the scene.

He sees Mark's ass and the side of Chenle's head bobbing repeatedly against his crotch. Now that everyone has fallen into a rhythm, Jisung makes his way to them to join and observe.

If there is one person who wasn’t used to gay sex before this week but who would now be open to sucking dick, Jisung is surely the one. Chenle might have come far too, but when you see Jisung disappear in their direction curiosity gets the better of you.

This you’ve got to see. You suddenly roll on your back, and Haechan pulls out of your ass. The sensation when his dick is released from your tight grip feels so good.

Jisung bends down by Chenle's chair and Mark turns to give him space. Jisung takes Mark's dick in his mouth while Chenle stands up and puts his hands on Jisung’s head. You half way sit up just in time to see the three of them as they begin to play.

Jisung's head is soon the one bobbing quickly back and forth, altering between the two magnificent erections. You can’t help but feel a little proud. Not just of him, but of all of them.

Meanwhile something else grabs your attention. Jaemin is going hard and wild, thrusting into Renjun's ass with great force. Haechan has rolled on his back and is stroking Renjun's chest, as the latter violently jolts back and forth above him, making the entire bed shake and slam against the wall.

You shake with it. Jeno almost loses his footing. It's a wonderful ride and you're loving every second of it.

As Jisung's blows Chenle with passion, Mark soon takes a seat on the chair to let Jisung focus on just one dick. He makes himself comfortable, spreading his legs while watching the show and slowly pleasuring himself. So far, he's the only ones who haven’t either fucked or been fucked on this occasion.

“Hey Chenle, come here,” you say and smile. You’ve realized that ever since he entered the room, despite being the target of Jaehyun's brief appearance, he hasn’t been included in the thick of things. Considering how abruptly he came on to you just days ago, and that all you did back then was to give him a blowjob, you also figure that he needs a pocket pussy too – just as much as any of the others.

You'd be happy to give him one.

Chenle looks up when you call his name. His arms are stretched and his fingers still play in Jisung's hair. Jisung lets go of the dick and stands up straight. He and Mark look on as Chenle makes his way toward the bed, walking tall and confidently with a big smile on his face.

Maybe he's been turned on by all the hot sex. Maybe being fucked by Jaehyun, sucked by Jisung and sucking Mark has given him a boost. Or maybe he's so confident and proud because he knows what’s finally coming his way.

Regardless, he eagerly follows your voice. He's about to have his turn with you. The fact that he might finally top you is a thrill.

And everyone else are eager too. The party is far from over.

Tell me what you though of this week's part 😊 Leave a comment, drop me a message or send an anonymous ask/request if you prefer (even if it's not a request). I'm anxious to know your thoughts about this story 😁

The third and final part will be posted next week, Thursday December 12, 2024.

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jacesvelaryons · 1 year ago

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english love affair

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allwormdiet · 4 months ago

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Tangle 6.4

It's only getting crazier from here, huh

What the fuck Bakuda

Also, uhh, not to harp on this too much but what the fuck were Wards doing dealing with Bakuda's little masterpiece? Like I'm glad they did it, but Brockton Bay really has a problem putting its trainees in the line of fire it feels like

Didn't even wait an hour, holy shit

Also, gonna make a wild guess that Medhall is the company that Kaiser is in charge of, call me crazy. Maybe a little unsporting for Coil to leverage that against the Empire, but it's the Empire so I don't care for now. I'll give a shit if it ends up a problem for people who aren't fucking Nazis.

What do you rob an airport for, anyway? Not to say there's nothing to steal, but that feels random, especially with security and shit.

Or, hang on, is airport security in this world different from ours? Did they not have a War On Terror that jacked all that up? The diverging point was back in the 80s...

This is fucking crazy ballsy, the boss is absolutely nuts for this one

Like oh yeah, walk into a building filled with a shitload of hostile heroes and rub their noses in their own humiliation, with a shitload of PRT and cops and whoever else, this is in no way me letting you all wipe the fuck out

No you know what, I'm with Brian, this is absurd enough to make for good comedy

I'm shocked Lisa was even a little confident about pitching this one to the team

(Also nasty burn about miscounting the Wards on the bank job, ouch)

Yeah, see, everybody's making sense here

What's Lisa's stake in this? Like I know she's about to drop a big fucking number but this feels like she's got more riding on this

Credit where it's due: that's a lot of fucking money

Ahh. And there's the other part of the hook for Taylor.

Also gdi Alec you're fucking hilarious

Taylor. Taylor please. You cannot humiliate these people in a public arena and then come to them for a job. There aren't takesie-backsies on this.

Oh, Taylor. You poor girl. I think you're gonna end up hating yourself no matter what. The Undersiders are a rising star in the Brockton Bay underworld but turning them in isn't gonna save the world. Fucking, none of these people are strong enough or nuts enough to disrupt the "greater good" any more than it's already been

Oh boy here we fucking go again

Current Thoughts

Ohhhhhhh this next part is gonna be tense as fuck. This is beyond "out of the frying pan and into the fire," this is out of the frying pan and into a fucking volcano

250k and a meeting with the mysterious boss is a lot but fuck me it's a steep risk.

Let's not dawdle.

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trippygalaxy · 8 days ago

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Congrats on the 400 followers! 🎊🥳🥳🥳 you deserve it for being a cool friend 🥳

I saw your request thingie

Can I request a LU Time x Reader piece like in a semi romantic way?

Unbelievable

AHH!! HIII BUTTERS MY FRIEND!! Thank you very much! I think i got across the 'semi' in that semi romantic hdahfafa

Summary: After an unbelievable week, you find yourself on a balcony with some fine company

Character: Time x Gn! Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 800+

Whistling wind blows past your shoulders, the autumn air crisp as the evening drags on. You found yourself nursing a cup half drunken on a lonesome balcony --you were surprised to find that the Inn had a few of these cute hideaways for some of the rooms, and you were lucky enough to have one in yours-- observing the cobblestone streets below. Amber leaves dance across the stone, jumping and skipping with the wind as their dance partner, the faint glimpses of people tightly wrapped up in shawls and coats alike shivering as the wind wraps them in a blanket of their own.

It was...a calming evening. Something rare these days, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

The boys had been driving you up the wall. Truly, the last few weeks were unbelievable. Everything that could have gone wrong, did. And if it didn't then it was like those lunatics were determined to make sure it did-- hells, Time had to separate you from Wild after a...mild disagreement about the use of moblin parts on weapons. You knew they weren't malicious, you knew they were as stressed and as frantic as you to find a solution to their growing list of problems but it didn't make it any less frustrating. And you weren't exactly the best at hiding that growing frustration, which is why you haven't heard a peep from any of the boys since arriving at your -single- room.

Swirling the mug, eyeing the sloshing beverage inside, you wonder what to do with the rest of your evening. Hunkering down and becoming a hermit wasn't a bad thought, but you were growing restless on the tight balcony.

You honestly wondered, for a brief moment, if you should head out and try and find--

A heavy knock at your door startles you, a call of your name following soon after. "Are you in?"

--Time.

Well it seems he found you instead. Pushing off the wooden railings, you shuffle into your untouched room, gently settling the mug on the beside before continuing to the solid door before your.

"Yeah yeah," Opening the door as you answered, tired eyes meeting tender ones. "Hey old man, was just thinking bout you actually, need something?"

You cant help the smirk on your lips as the broad man tilts his head ever so slightly, eyes narrowing in on you, if you were bolder you would have compared him to Wolfie but for now you kept your mouth shut.

"It seemed fitting to check on you, I know these last few weeks have been less than kind to us all. And you especially." He began, a smile pulling at his lips. "May I exist with you?"

A snort escaped you, but you stepped aside without a fuss.

"Exist with me? Have you've been reading Sky's romance novels again?" You teasingly accused.

All you get is a lazy shrug from the man as he walks past, hands clasped behind his back as his eyes scanned the room. Cheeky bastard. Shaking your head as you close the door behind him, it didnt take long for the man to find his tiny waisted ass to the balcony and it took you even less to find your space next to him.

In truth, you've never seen the man read...anything. Sure, he was well spoken and prim when needed but you've known plenty of pompous pricks who were as shit at read as a blind rat. But still, the phrases the man used were something straight out of fiction. The idea of Time reading romance novels was quite an amusing thought though.

"Glad to see a smile back on that face," Time muses, eyes-- well eye-- watching the chattering children below. "An important member to the team, it is."

Leaning against the railing, you roll your eyes. "Yeah, sure." You scoff, blaming the cold winds for your tinted cheeks.

Time turns his captivating eye to you, ducking closer as he leans against the railing beside you, a deft hand fixing the collar of your shirt. "It is."

You expect him to continue, watching for the bob in his throat or parting of his lips to speak once more, to explain, yet he doesnt. No, he simple fixes your collar -fingers lingering on the peak of your collarbone for a moment- the rough fingertips a stark contrast to the gentle touch, and turns his gaze to the people below once more. Blinking up at the man, you held back a scoff, shaking your head at the sheer audacity the man had to be so...Him.

It was infuriating how two simple words had you lost of words- not by the words themselves but by the tone.

Here you were, somehow reassured by two words and the voice of a man as confident as the day he set off on his first adventure. It was as if he had answered the most simple of questions with the most sound of logic.

"You're unbelievable." A grumble.

Tilting his head to you, eyes still focused on the street below, mirth in his tone. "Shush, I'm watching a very determined goose try and steal a child's sandwich."

Unbelievable indeed.

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bwabys-scenarios · 2 years ago

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Reunited

Part 24

Illumi x Reader x Feitan

part 23

part 25

warning: feitan is mean and ungrateful but what did you expect, he’s a lil gremlin! reader gets bitten and scratched cuz he’s wild 🙏

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3 years ago

The summer air was suffocating. (Name) had long since abandoned her long sleeves and fluffy blankets, exchanging them for tank tops and sheets.

The girl continued her work of peeling apples. If she wanted to finish her next batch of apple butter before her journey into town next week, she’d need to peel until she couldn’t anymore.

“Reports of the notorious band of thieves, the Phantom Troupe, wreaking havoc in the next city over have reached-“

(Name) switched the channel of her small bear up radio. She didn’t want to hear about some thieves causing mayhem. The girl had already pushed the name out of her mind by the time she continued her work.

As the day wore on, she felt herself grow tired. She’d peeled around 60 apples. (Name) tossed the remaining bags of fruit into her fridge, setting the cut apples to boil on the stove.

‘Mmm, I think I’ll go dip my feet in the river while this boils. I deserve a little relaxation!’

(Name) slipped her flip flops on and ran outside, sliding down the hill and to the river’s edge.

It was calm and quiet, the sound of crickets and the sight of fireflies soothing to the girl. The water was surprisingly cool against her skin, causing her to jump lightly upon contact.

She sat down on the rocky riverside, dipping her feet into the water. “Ahh, now this is nice.”

For a moment, all of her worries of making ends meet and supporting her family melted away, the feeling of the river’s water lapping at her skin allowing her to forget.

But this wouldn’t last long. (Name) opened her eyes at the sound of something bobbing in the water. She turned to look down the river, narrowing her eyes to get a better look.

‘Is that an alligator? No, it couldn’t be, that shape isn’t right…’

(Name) stood and shook the water from her feet. She walked along the riverside until she was close enough to see what was floating on the surface of the water.

“Is that… oh my god!”

(Name) threw off her shoes and jumped into the river, swimming to the center to grab at the shape slowly sinking into the water. It was a person!

She swam back to shore, pulling the man up onto the rocky riverside. He was breathing, thankfully, so she wouldn’t have to do mouth to mouth.

“Let’s get you inside…”

She half carried, half drug the body to her porch, setting him down on the wooden floor as she scurried inside. She quickly turned the apples off before they could boil over, and rushed into the bathroom for her first aid kit and towels.

Not only was he absolutely soaked, but his body was covered in wounds, ranging from small cuts, to gashes. His arms were in the worst of shape though, having turned a strange purple color.

“Ah, he’s shivering. I gotta get him warmed up before he gets sick…”

She pulled at the man’s clothes, muttering an apology under her breath as she began undressing him.

—————

(Name) sighed, setting the small man down on the bed in the guest room. Thankfully she’d just laid out fresh sheets.

The girl didn’t have any men’s clothes for him, so she settled on pulling a pair of her pajama pants over his otherwise naked body. So far she had avoided looking at anything private, and she was planning on keeping it that way.

“Mm, his shirt was destroyed, but his pants and boxers can be washed and dried. Better than nothing, I guess.” She set aside the wet clothing for later, focusing on his injuries.

He had a large gash on his chest. It would need stitches, something (Name) could handle. Any other small cuts and bruises could be treated with a bandaid or salve, but his arms… that’s what she was most worried about.

His arms didn’t appear to be broken, but the purple color was throwing her off. He had also grunted in pain when she’d touched him, the only reaction he’d had the the entire time.

She decided to wait until he woke up to address his arms, setting some packs of ice to help with the swelling.

(Name) got to work stitching up his wound, being as gentle as possible. After that, she wrapped his chest in gauze, tending to his smaller cuts with some antibacterial spray and bandaids.

He had some glass stuck in one of his legs, which she had to pick out as well. Just what in the hell happened to this man to be in such bad shape?

She wanted to call a doctor to come check him out, but she had so signal so far out from town. She’d have to wait for him to wake up and be stabilized before she could leave, and that worried her.

After a few hours of tender care, (Name) covered him up and turned off the light. His breathing had evened out, his chest rising and falling softly.

When (Name) was finally able to climb into bed, she realized she hadn’t taken the time to really take in his appearance. She’d been so focused on saving his life she hadn’t even thought to get a good look at him.

‘That’s alright. I’ll take a good look at him tomorrow…’

—————

Sun filtered in through the curtain drawn window, causing the sleeping man to groan and attempt to raise a hand to his face to block out the light.

He regretted this immediately.

Indescribable pain shot through his limbs, causing him to scream out in agony. He cursed in his native tongue, struggling to sit up.

The door in front of him bursted open, a short, plump woman running through.

“Holy- are you okay? You’re awake oh my-“

She paused at the wild look in his eyes. The man growled, struggling to back away as he practically barked at her.

“Stay back.”

(Name) held her hands up in surrender, giving him the space he requested. Once she was a good distance away, he relaxed, but only slightly.

“Where am I?” He had an accent that (Name) couldn’t quite place, but it was nice.

The girl looked from his face to his arms, concern written across her face. “You’re in my home. I found you in the river last night.”

He frowned, sweat beading down his forehead from him straining to get up. “Who are you?”

“Oh, I’m (Name).”

His next question came fast. “What you want from me?”

She paused, her brows knitting together in confusion. “Nothing? Why do you ask?”

He let out a humorless laugh. “No one helps for “nothing”. What, want information? Better kill me, I don’t talk.”

She blinked before waving her hands frantically. “Kill? Whoah I’m not gonna kill you! I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I don’t want anything from you.”

Although he could tell she spoke the truth, it didn’t do anything to ease his suspicious. “Don’t… don’t come near.”

He felt his eyelids grow heavy. He had just woken up, but he was still exhausted. The weight of his body slowly sunk back into the bed, the man falling back into a restless sleep.

(Name) stood still until his breathing returned to normal. She then walked over and placed a hand on his forehead.

‘He’s burning up!’

She rushed out of the room and returned to place a damp rag on his head, replacing the melting bags of ice on his arms as she did.

‘Hmm… I’ll make something easy to eat for when he wakes up.’

She settled on some homemade chicken noodle soup. She’d recently culled some of her meaner roosters, so she had some left over chicken sitting in her freezer.

“This will do. I hope he’s not allergic to any of this…”

(Name) was able to get a better look at him this time. He was relatively small, shorter than her definitely, with black hair that fell past his cheeks and a pale complexion. She couldn’t place his eye color, they were either a dark shade of gray or a light shade of purple.

The next time the man woke up, it was night. By the looks of the sky outside, it had just become dark out. He could hear the sound of the woman humming, the clinks and clanks of dishes being washed reverberating down the hall.

He was able to sit up with minimal pain this time, the bags of (now melted) ice dripping to the floor. The rag that had been placed on his forehead fell into his lap as he observed his surrounding.

The room was plain, having blue walls and no decorations. Next to him was a night stand with a cup of water and a straw. Had that woman left that there?

‘Need to call boss. Doesn’t know what happened.’

He looked around, spotting his phone next to the water on the nightstand. It was broken, and even if it hadn’t been it wouldn’t have worked because of his dip in the river.

The man thought back to his fight, and how he’d gotten there.

Chrollo had ordered him to steal an expensive relic from a local gang, which Feitan thought was child’s play. Although only Feitan was ordered to take the gang out, the news reported that there was more than one spider ransacking the town. He wondered how scared they would have been if they knew all that damage had been caused by him.

Feitan only ran into trouble when a nen user skilled in paralyzing peoples bodies was able to grab his arms. The limbs quickly turned purple, but Feitan was able to kill the man with little to no further injuries.

He dropped the relic off at the designated spot before walking along the river. Feitan hadn’t realized how badly injuried he really was until he felt himself sliding down the hill and into the river. He passed out before he could swim to the surface.

Thankfully, he was light enough to float down until (Name) spotted him.

‘Careless. Should have contacted Boss beforehand…’

He looked down at his arms, gritting his teeth. It seemed the persons nen hadn’t disappeared after his death. From the small amount of information he’d heard, the paralyzation could last up to 4 months. ‘Stupid. Could have been more careful.’

He wanted to slam his fist into the wall, but knew that would only make things worse. Feitan instead took a deep breath.

His mind wandered back to the woman from the previous day. His arms were next to useless, would he have to rely on her to eat? Feitan didn’t want to. He couldn’t believe that the girl had no ulterior motive, it just wasn’t possible. No one helped others without looking to gain something, at least not in Feitan’s world.

The sound of the door creaking open caught his attention. He’d been so deep in thought that he hadn’t heard her approach the door.

“You’re awake! That’s good, just in time for dinner.”

The girl walked in carrying a plate with a bowl and piece of bread on it. She sat it down in the man’s lap as she situated herself in the chair she’d placed beside his bed.

“Can you move your arms?” she asked, picking up the bags of ice.

“No.”

She nodded. “Alright, then I’ll feed y-“

“No.”

“No? What do you mean no, are you not hungry?”

She reached out to place a hand on his forehand. Maybe he had a fever that was upsetting his stomach! But before she could place her palm on his head, he lifted his head and bit her hand.

“H-hey!” She pulled her hand back and held it to her chest as small droplets of blood beaded to the surface.

“Don’t touch me.”

She could feel the venom dripping from his words, an unspoken threat laced in between them. If she touched him, he’d hurt her.

“But if I can’t touch you, I can’t help you. I promise I’m not going to hurt you, I-“

“Stay away.”

Something about that man felt dangerous, like she was a gazelle standing in front of a lion. His eyes pierced into hers, telling her that he wasn’t someone to be messed with.

(Name) sighed and stood up from her chair. “I’ll try again later. Goodnight.”

She took the bowl and left the room, turning the light off behind her.

Feitan woke up feeling better than he had when he fell asleep, and weirdly not hungry. Out of habit, he attempted to lift a hand again to block out the sunlight, only to be reminded of his condition.

“Fuck…” he groaned, sitting up. He swung his feet over the side of the bed, taking tentative steps towards the door.

He paused for just a moment to look over his attire. Hanging dangerous low on his waist was an oversized pair of sweatpants, with some kind of cat cartoon character he didn’t recognize. They were much to big for him, the drawstring pulled tight to keep them from falling down his hips.

‘If Uvogin or Shalnark saw this, wouldn’t hear the end of it.’

Unable to open it with his hands, he kicked it open, causing it to fly off its hinges.

(Name) screeched from the kitchen. “OH MY- my door!” She rushed over, glancing between her door and the man in front of her.

“Where the bathroom?”

She blinked. It took her a moment to process his question before she pointed to the open bathroom.

As he began to walk away she stopped him by clearing her throat. “Will you be needing any help?”

He glanced back at her, raising an eyebrow. “What, gonna hold my dick for me?”

He didn’t wait for her to respond, just walked in and kicked the door close.

(Name) was left in a stunned silence, staring at the door. ‘Did he…’

She huffed and went back to working in the kitchen. It wasn’t as easy as it had been before she’d had to bandage her hand, but she’d power through it.

——————

Feitan could feel something warm in his mouth, something savory. It tasted good, the man swallowing the liquid in deep gulps.

In his dreams, he was sitting with all of his childhood friends enjoying the soup chrollo had made them. All it was was chicken and water with some sparse seasonings, but feitan enjoyed every second of his meal.

The smallest of smiles was on his face as a spoon was lifted to his lips.

He was still asleep, and (Name) was going to take advantage of that.

She’d propped him up and had slowly been dripping the broth from her soup into his mouth for the past 15 minutes, being mindful of his breathing. For the past two days, she’d been feeding him like this when she could.

He refused to eat anything she offered him, threatening her if she got too close. He always followed through with his words, biting and clawing at whatever skin he could get to.

Feitan didn’t stay awake much, only getting up to use the bathroom before passing out again. She’d gotten used to the man randomly leaving his room only to use the bathroom.

One afternoon after he left, she saw water dripping down his face and onto his chest. (Name) assumed he has been drinking water from the sink. He didn’t even trust her enough to drink the water she had supplied.

This didn’t bother her, though. The kind of wounds Feitan had received, both old and new weren’t the type that littered an ordinary man’s body. He’d had a hard life of fighting to survive, so she didn’t take his harsh words and actions to heart.

(Name) had fixed the door to her best ability to give the man some privacy. She left it cracked open slightly so he could go to and fro without breaking it again. Feitan seemed perplexed by her actions. Despite his less than kind attitude, she seemed unbothered. This freaked him out.

(Name) knocked on the door before entering with a medkit in one hand and his laundry in the other. “Hey. I need to change your bandages.”

He didn’t glance up from looking at his lap, his lips twisting into a deep frown. “I said no touching.”

“Yeah, I know, but if I don’t change your bandages you’ll get an infection.”

Feitan sneered at her, spitting out his words. “Don’t care. Stay away.”

She set the medkit down and placed his laundry on the bed before she sat next to him. Unlike placing ice packs/rags and feeding him, changing his bandages in his sleep wouldn’t be easy. If he woke up, he might seriously hurt her.

“Alright, I won’t touch you, but I’ll need to go to town and get a doctor. If I can’t help you then I can at least get someone-“

“No doctor.”

(Name) raised an eyebrow at this. “No doctor? How exactly do you plan on getting better if I can’t touch you or get you a doctor?”

The man didn’t answer, giving her a glare. “Listen, your three options are to let me take care of you, see a doctor, or die from infection. What’s your choice?”

He looked her straight in the eye as he answered.

“I choose death.”

——————

“God, he’s stubborn. And annoying.”

(Name) loaded her homemade canned goods into her large basket, huffing and puffing over the man’s behavior. He’d fallen back to sleep after his declaration, not bothering to speak on the subject further.

He seemed to be doing alright, all things considered, but his attitude was worsening by the day. He refused to tell her anything, not even his name.

(Name) fastened her basket to her bike and started on her journey to town.

It took around 30 minutes by bike, but stopping to take breaks made it a 45 minute trip.

(Name) participated in a farmers market every Sunday, selling her canned goods to make enough money to support herself and send a little money home to her family every month.

After a long day of selling her goods, she packed up her cash into three plastic jars. One was for her, the second was for her family, and the third was new. It would be her “mysterious stranger fund”, money she’d use for his basic necessities.

She decided to stop by the local thrift store and buy a few different pairs of clothes for the man. It was hard to find things that fit his style. Even in the heat, he’d been wearing a long black coat, so she assumed he liked wearing warm clothing.

She could afford a pair of black jeans, a black hoodie, a few pairs of boxers, some socks, and a set of pajamas. It would have to do until she could come back next week.

He hadn’t bothered to change out of the sweatpants she’d dressed him in his first night there, despite her pleas for him to do so.

Feitan would just scoff, saying that he wouldn’t be able to sleep in his usual pair of pants.

He didn’t seem to like talking, maybe it was because he wasn’t great with words? (Name) really liked his voice though, it was attractive when he wasn’t growling or yelling at her.

She stuffed the jars her loyal customers had returned and the clothes she bought into her basket and started on her way home. It was dark now, but the moon guided her along her path.

——————

“I’m home, I got you some-“

(Name) paused, dropping her basket onto the floor.

The man was sprawled out along the floor, his breathing uneasy and sweat beading down his forehead. It looked like he’d passed out after leaving the bathroom.

She was at his side immediately, hoisting him up as gently as she could. (Name) placed him onto his bed and pulled back his bandages. The woman grimaced at the sight.

“Infected, just as I thought.”

The infection wasn’t bad, but bad enough that if it wasn’t treated, he’d die. (Name) thanked god that she kept antibiotics on hand, running to her bathroom and pulling the out of her mirror cabinet.

“Hey, can you swallow? I have some medicine that will help you.”

The man let out a ragged breath, shaking his head. “N… no. Don’t… don’t touch me.”

He was too weak to fight her, but he still refused her treatment. The girl bit her lip before popping one of the pills into her hand and squeezing his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not going to let you die.”

She shoved the pill into his mouth, holding his lips shut as he thrashed, scratching and clawing at her skin. Soon, he lost his strength again and swallowed the pill.

(Name) let go of him, blood dripping down her arms from the wounds he had inflicted. She paid them no mind, leaning him against his pillow and placing a rag on his forehead.

“I’ll be right back with some water and some fresh bandages.”

For the next 24 hours, Feitan was in and out of sleep. Every once and a while he’d feel the cool sensation of water being poured into his mouth, too weak to protest.

(Name) stayed by his side as much as she could, constantly checking his temperature and changing his bandages after applying medicine to his wounds. He’s still bark out complaints and threats, but due to his condition they were now empty.

At one point (Name) was scared he would die, his face turning pale and breathing growing softer. She held his hand through the night, tending to him as gently as she could through his pain.

——————

Feitan woke up to the feeling of someone’s hand in his.

He was still exhausted and weak from the infection, but was able to lift his head enough to see who was holding his hand.

The woman was at his bedside, having fallen asleep while caring for him. Tears fell from her eyes freely as she slept.

Had she stayed with him the entire time? Feitan glanced at his chest, seeing that he was wearing new bandages and a different pair of pants. They were black flannel pajama bottoms, something he wouldn’t usually wear, but comfortable on his sensitive skin.

He noticed his hair had been pulled back into a ponytail to keep out of his face. A rag laid on his forehead to fight his constant fever, the taste of broth on his lips.

This girl had been diligently caring for him through his tantrums and mean words. Could he really keep pretending she was out to hurt him?

(Name) stirred, her tired eyes opening to see Feitan staring down at her with calculating eyes.

“You’re awake-oh sorry.”

She let go of his hand and wiped away her tears. “Sorry, your health declined last night and I was afraid you’d die, so I held your hand. I didn’t want you to… die alone.”

Feitan couldn’t understand her kindness. Her words did something to his chest that he didn’t like, not one bit. He shrugged it off, leaning back against his pillow.

“… you stayed here whole time?”

It was the first time he’d asked her a non hostile question in days. “Yes, of course. You were very sick and needed my full attention.”

He didn’t seem satisfied with her answer, but relented. She leaned closer to look at his face, giving him a sweet smile that unsettled the man more than he cared to admit.

“Are you hungry? I’ll make you whatever you want, if it means you’ll eat.”

Feitan maintained eye contact with her. His body was weak, and he knew he’d need to eat something soon. With the infection and his injuries, he would die if he didn’t consume some nutrients. Although he said he’d rather die than be fed by her, his body wouldn’t allow him to deny his hunger any longer.

“… curry.”

She blinked, leaning back. (Name) tried to hide her excitement over his request for food. “Okay, what kind?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

(Name) was quick to leave after giving him his medicine. He didn’t fight her for it this time, only complaining about the situation.

As she left, his eyes couldn’t help but wander to her bandaged arms, the beginnings of guilt starting to form in his stomach.

——————

“Fei, what was your mama like?”

Feitan and Chrollo sat together under a makeshift shelter, the latter stirring a bubbling pot of soup. Although it was hot, no one ever complained about the food.

They were just kids then, running around having adventures and trying to survive.

“Dunno. Died.”

The young boy didn’t seem to bothered by his own words, looking out into the distance to watch his other friends play.

“Oh. Sorry to hear that.”

A silence fell over the two, Feitan pulling his knees to his chest. When was the last time someone had held him? He couldn’t remember. He didn’t even know if he’d ever been held tenderly, like he was precious to someone.

As he would grow older, Feitan would be able to hide his feeling of loneliness and need for touch, but now he was a child that was struggling to keep it all together.

Chrollo clapped a hand over his back, remaining silent as the boys eyes brimmed with tears.

Feitan always hated that dream. It made him feel soft and sappy, something he perceived as weakness. The Phantom Troupe’s interrogator didn’t have time for such useless feelings.

He had just woken from his dream, the tears that welled up in his eyes pooling down his cheeks. He hated that he couldn’t wipe them away, cursing his heart.

The smell of food cooking caused his stomach to growl. He was now aware that the woman had been slowly feeding him broth over the past few days as he slept, but that was hardly enough to fill his empty stomach.

Feitan watched through the crack in the door as the girl scurried around the house, picking up little messes as she cooked. It was amusing to watch her bump her hip against a counter and gasp before jokingly wagging her finger at it, as if it could feel shame.

He wondered if she’d act so silly if she knew he was watching.

Feitan stood up and opened the door completely. This drew (Name)’s attention, who glanced his direction before going back to working on dinner.

The man stared at her for a moment before going to the bathroom.

(Name) tried to ignore the feeling of his eyes on her, grateful that he left as soon as he did. It was hard to cook when you were being watched.

After leaving the bathroom, Feitan did something that (Name) hadn’t been expecting.

The short man sat at the dinner table, staring at her with unreadable eyes.

To say it was unnerving would be an understatement.

When (Name) turned to ask why he was staring at her, he scowled. “Observing.” was all he said.

She sighed and finished up dinner. If watching her would give him some peace of mind, who was she to deny him?

“Dinners ready.”

She placed a plate of beef curry down in front of him, the smell of the food almost causing his mouth to water. “Here…”

She sat next him, scooting her chair closer. He instinctively shrunk back, like a wounded animal. She only waited for him to calm down, stirring up the food to help it cool down.

“Are you ready?”

He hesitantly nodded, leaning towards her with his mouth open.

The first bite was heaven for Feitan. He didn’t know if he’d ever tasted anything better than the curry he was eating then. After that, he was much more receptive to her feeding him, finishing the plate before he realized it.

“Alright, do you want some more? There’s also some pie in the fridge if you want some!”

He didn’t answer. It was already humiliating enough to be fed by a complete stranger, he didn’t want it to last any longer than it had to.

But his sweet tooth would not agree with his brain.

“Pie.” He stated, staring at the fridge.

——————

After his meal, Feitan retired to his room to sleep. Just walking around was exhausting, he didn’t have any energy to socialize with someone he didn’t really like.

The man stared up at the ceiling, thinking back to her face as she fed him. She didn’t look at him in a condescending way or laugh when the food fell onto the floor because it had been too hot. No, she patiently waited for him to finish chewing his food, and wiped his mouth as if she were taking care of someone she cared about a lot.

Of course, Feitan wouldn’t process that (Name) cared for him, a stranger for a long time. It didn’t make sense to him. Why help someone when you stood to gain nothing?

He watched as she cleaned up the kitchen through the crack in the doorway.

‘Strange woman.’

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songforeddiemunson · 1 year ago

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Breakfast in Bed

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Summary: Eddie wakes reader up with a treat Warnings: fluff, heavy steam- stops just short of being porn, language, breakfast crimes Word count: 750, just a baby blurb For the @stcreators event 01: favorite. This is my favorite character and one of my favorite tropes; fluffy steamy domestic bliss.

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You slowly awakened to the sound and scent of bacon sizzling, stretching your limbs and yawning heavily. “Eddie? What time is it?”

“Ah, you’re awake!” Eddie called happily as he flipped the bacon over in the skillet. “It’s 8:30, I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

“No it’s fine, I should start getting ready for work,” you said, your voice tinged with regret. Eddie's first apartment may have been small, as evidenced by the fact that you could have a normal conversation with him as he cooked breakfast in the next room, but his bed was so comfortable, and you wanted to stay snuggled up in it all morning. You forced yourself to sit up and scrubbed the sleep from your eyes.

You began to toss back the covers and climb out of bed when Eddie's voice stopped you. “Wait! Don’t move…” he said.

You froze. “What?”

Eddie hurriedly wiped his hands on a kitchen towel and grabbed his polaroid camera. “You look breathtaking. I just want to capture this–”

You quickly pulled the covers up over your chest. “Eddie!” you scolded. “I just woke up! Are you nuts?”

“No,” he said earnestly. “You should see yourself. Hair wild, tits out, you’re a goddess.”

You laughed, but your self-consciousness got the better of you. “No way Eddie, not happening.”

“Let me at least show you how I see you.” Eddie said, dialing up the doe eyes, a weakness of yours he knew about and frequently exploited. “I want you to see how beautiful you are.”

You allowed his words to sink in. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad…

“Alright, alright,” you sighed.

Eddie's eyes lit up like a kid’s on Christmas morning. “Yes! Okay, now lower the blanket.”

“Ugh,” you said, but you allowed the blanket to drop and settle around your waist, exposing your chest. You squared your shoulders and attempted to sit up straight.

Eddie snapped a couple of pictures, setting the undeveloped photos on the little desk in his bedroom. “Yes, good,” he said, smiling to himself. “Only…hang on.” He set down the camera and moved to sit in front of you on the bed.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“These could do with a bit of fluffing,” he said, and he lightly trailed his fingers up your torso, making you break out in gooseflesh. His hand cupped your right breast before his fingers found your nipple, and he gently rolled it between his fingers as he bent his head and captured your other nipple with his teeth. You inhaled sharply, the dual sensations sending bolts of pleasure through your body. He swirled your nipple with his tongue, and then he switched to the other. You stiffened and arched your back. Suddenly his mouth was gone, leaving your nipples stiffened and wanting. He stood in front of you with the camera once more, and took several more shots before picking them all up and shuffling through the pile.

“Oh yeah,” he said, and he bit his lower lip as he looked through his work. His eyes flicked back up to you, and his expression had changed from adoration to something more primal.

“God, look at you,” he said. He set the camera down on the bedside table before climbing onto the bed and kissing your neck, his hands again finding purchase on your torso, his fingers roaming your breasts and trailing along your soft skin. He snaked one hand down along your stomach, dipping just below the covers before trailing up again.

“Eddie Munson, are you trying to tease me?” you chuckled breathily as he nuzzled you.

“Mmm no,” he hummed against your skin, before pulling his head away so his eyes could meet yours. “I just want to touch every inch of you.”

“Ahh well, don’t let me keep you,” you sighed, and his lips were back on your neck, peppering kisses upward, and his teeth gently clamped onto your earlobe.

Your breathing was beginning to grow quite erratic when you suddenly noticed the scent of something burning.

“Eddie! The bacon!” you shouted.

“Wha? Oh shit!” he cried, and leaped off the bed to run toward the stove. He quickly shut off the burner, waving away smoke. You laughed and flopped back onto the bed.

“Well,” Eddie said dejectedly. “There goes breakfast.”

“Nah,” you said, “I’m right here. Come finish what you started.”

Eddie grinned and leaped back onto the bed.

It turned out that you were late to work after all.

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devilishchaos · 2 years ago

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Shower | Jack Harlow imagine

Rating / genre: M (18+); smut, fluff

Pairings: Reader x Jack Harlow; Reader x PG

Summary: You pay a visit to Jack and the boys on tour

Warnings: Explicit smut, oral sex (m receiving), shower sex, protected vaginal penetration, Jack tries to be dominant 🤭, hair grabbing, use of pet names "baby girl", "babe", "baby", explicit talk

Word Count: 4 823 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Ugh..sixty days should not have felt so long. Especially with all the exams and volleyball matches happening. Even with the busyness, you texted the group chat all the time, your boys sharing stories that had happened to them while on tour.

It was the night after you and your team had won the cup, that you got a text from Jack, one that was in a direct message just to you.

You felt a wave of relief at the exchange. He seemed okay. He had even typed a smiley face. Cute. Maybe both of you were really going to be more at ease when you reunite.

The groupchat went crazy the following days. You texted every day until it was the 27th already and you were getting all your stuff packed for your very early flight.

You lugged yourself back to the airport, only really realizing once you were there that Jack had upgraded you when he was booking the flight – something you'd scold him for later. But in the meantime, you figured you may as well enjoy the flight, maybe even try to get some sleep. He’d arranged for a driver to pick you up at the airport and bring you straight to the apartment he shared with his team members. It made most sense for you to stay there since there was always a free bed with the boys constantly coming and going.

It was late in the day when you got in, shuffling around the massive airport to find your way through customs and baggage. And you allowed yourself to feel a little special at least, when you walked down the ramp and searched through the sea of drivers holding up name cards, finding the one with yours on it and approaching him with a smile.

He took your luggage and carry-on bag and directed you out, politely asking how your flight was.

When you slid in, you felt a presence next to you indicating you were not alone in the back of the black SUV, you startled to a halt before closing the door, slightly turning and blinking at a very excited Jack that was seated in the seat next to yours. You smiled widely.

“Hi! Oh my god! Come here.” you yelped as you slid across the seats and snuggled up into his chest, his adorable laugh becoming music to your ears.

“Good surprise?”

“Oh my god, great surprise. Ahh, I’m so happy to see you.” you told him quickly before taking his cheeks in your hands and kissing him right on the mouth.

He laughed when you pulled back but that didn’t last long, you meeting his lips again, this time a bit more sensually unable to help yourself. You’d missed this closeness. Damn, you wanted him already and it had been less than a minute.

Snuggling up close to him, you allowed your mouths to move against each other for a bit, delicately tasting your tongue with his, before he pulled back, eyes looking down at the rest of you.

“Buckle up. But stay here.” he told you, his hand on your hips stopping you from sliding back to the side you’d gotten in.

You did so, smirking up at him, then let your hands wander over him, thumbs tracing over his gorgeous face and fingers getting lost in his wild hair. A little short on the sides and messy curls at the top of his head, slightly longer than the last time you'd seen him in person.

He could tell you were eyeing him for a hot second, an eyebrow quirking up at you smugly.

“You look good. Too good.” You eyed him suspiciously. “How did you get sexier in a matter of two months?”

He let out a deep laugh, his arm coming around your shoulder, prompting you to cuddle up next to him, your hand finding its place on his thigh.

“So, you approve of the hair?”

“Very much so. You look gorgeous.” The breath that came out with the compliment was borderline embarrassing.

He wore black new balance sweats and a matching hoodie. Damn, he looked fucking good in all-black. What a snack.

“You just got off a 19-hour flight and still look this good so..I think I’m the lucky one.” he replied, his lips curling up as he eyed you sideways.

“Mm, I feel a little gross. I need a shower when we get to your place. Feel free to join if you’d like.” you added, letting your voice drop a little. The driver probably didn’t need to hear all of this.

He looked at you with a tilt to his head, a darkness falling over his eyes. “Fuck yes.” He started to smile. “Are you kidding me? As if I’m going to say no to that?” he played, his hand dipping inside your jacket to dig at your ribs softly, earning a laugh from you.

You pulled him into you again, taking whatever you could for now even though it wasn’t nearly enough.

His hand gripped onto your hoodie at your side and it wasn’t long before his fingers were slipping underneath all your layers to find your skin. His touch felt amazing against your skin, fingers lightly scratching down towards your hip, fiddling with the waistband of your sweats.

“Can't wait to have you all to myself.” he whispered against your lips and you pulled back a bit to meet his eyes.

“Yeah?” you asked, letting the back of your knuckles caress his cheek, then down along his jaw, his trimmed beard slightly scratching against you.

“Yeah. But the boys can't wait to see you also so I might have to wait a little.” he said with a chuckle before planting another kiss on your lips.

Surely, he was able to hear the shaky sigh you let out in his ear as you practically shuddered against him. Then you were moving to his neck, nipping at whatever skin you could see, trying to pull the top of his hoodie a little bit down and get more of his neck.

“God, how far away are we?” you complained pathetically and he laughed, turning his head to look out the window.

“Like another 15 minutes.”

You groaned, sitting back in your seat, his arm still around you, as he played lazily with your hair.

As the two of you sat in a comfortable silence, looking forward as the buildings flew past, your hand stayed on his thigh, squeezing it every once in a while as if to check if he was actually real.

When the car finally started to slow down, you looked out through the tinted windows, taking in the building that you assumed were staying in, as you got closer.

“So, who’s here right now?” you asked as you two stepped in the elevator.

“Just Urb and Cope but the others are coming over soon I think. We loaded up the fridge with food so we’ll probably all have a late dinner together.” he said as you stepped out on their floor, coming face to face with a large door, which he unlocked. “Are you hungry now? We can get you a snack.”

“Y/N?” you heard an echo through the space then the two men were coming into view from around the corner and rushing to you. Jack brought your carry-on in as Urban pulled you into a cozy hug.

“Urbyyy! I’m here.” you told him excitedly, the words getting lost in his shoulder. He slightly rocked you left to right before pulling back with a goofy grin.

“Come in, come in. Welcome to the PG cave.”

“Cave?” you said with a laugh, taking in the huge windows and super clean, modern style of the place. “Yeah, okay, sure.”

They showed you around the main floor consisting of the kitchen, living area, two bedrooms and bathrooms on either side.

“So, apparently I’ve been kicked out of my room so you’ll be in here.” Urban explained with a tap on the door frame of the bedroom at the end of the hall.

“Ooh, I get my own room? Fancy.” you said playfully, looking inside to see the king bed with your bag already on it. The room was really nice with its clean neutral colors and large windows on one side.

"Ha ha. Bold of you to assume that you would get rid of us that easily. But no. Jack and I shared this room but now that you are here I am no longer wanted."

“Where are you sleeping?”

“I’ll go and do my thing. We’re never usually all here anyway.”

“Probably gonna go and hit the clubs so we will see what comes in our direction ” Cope added, hands in his pockets.

You flung yourself at him, realizing you hadn’t given him a proper hello. “Hi.” you squealed as you wrapped your arms around him, a smile plastered on your face.

He laughed at the force of your embrace, leaning back against the hallway wall as he hugged you. “Hi, Y/N. How was your flight?”

“It was good.” At the memory of your flight, your voice changed slightly. “Too good. You mister were supposed to book me in economy!” you turned around and looked at Jack who was leaning against the kitchen counter watching you, scolding him.

He just smirked at you, giving you a cheeky little head tilt. So damn cute, that you couldn’t actually be annoyed.

“I’m still paying you back.”

“Sure you are.”

“I am!”

He raised his eyebrows, shrugging, voice all low and confident as he said “You can try all you want.”

“She’ll find a way.” Urban added in cheekily before laughing.

A little flustered at the insinuation, you stepped away from Cope to push against Urban's chest playfully but you were laughing too.

He just pushed back, immediately becoming a kid before your very eyes, face lighting up at you initiating the rough-housing. “Be nice.” he teased.

“You be nice.”

“No, you!”

“Okay, children, that’s enough.” Jack came in between you two, touching Urban on the shoulder and directing him back towards the kitchen.

He sent you a provoking look over your shoulder as he moved away, ready to fight; it just made you laugh and roll your eyes. Silly boy.

“We’re going to get started on some food. The others should be here soon. Wanna help?” he asked Jack as he passed him but he quickly shook his head.

“We both need a shower..I think.” He managed to get it out straight-faced but once the other two reacted, Urban smirking and Cope letting out a loud “Ha!", he quickly broke into his wide smile, ears turning pink. Wrapping himself around you, he hid his head in your neck as he walked you backwards into the room, letting go only once the two of you were hidden in his- your room.

By the time you’d set down your stuff and started to undress, Jack already had the hot water running, beginning to steam up the bathroom. And then his hands were on you, exploring your body from behind as he lifted your t-shirt straight off you.

You watched in the mirror as his neck craned down to be able to kiss along the top of your shoulder, fingers finding the waistband of your sweats and pulling them down without paying them any mind, his eyes closed, focused on leaving warm kisses on your skin.

Breath picking up, you angled your head away allowing him access to your neck as you shimmied your pants down your hips, not wanting to lose the contact even for a second. Then his hands were trailing up your sides onto your back to unhook your bra, dropping it onto the pile as well.

He barely had to do anything to turn you on – just looking at him in the car had been enough. But now, here, watching his tall figure standing behind you as he took you in, completely enraptured by kissing every inch that he could get to, you were so done for.

You stepped back to bring your bodies against each other, needing to feel more of him.

“Jack..” you breathed out as you tilted your head back onto him. Letting your hips move in tiny circles against him, your hands wandering back and resting on his hips, holding him there to become the pole you were dancing against. “Baby..” Though quiet, there was a bit more of a whine in the word this time, telling him you needed more than just his lips.

“Mhm?” he sounded, pulling your hair up into a ponytail and holding it in one hand out of his way as he came up your neck and kissed along your jaw, using his grip to turn your head back towards him.

“Was sixty days not long enough for you?” You had meant it to tease him but it just came out desperate.

He chuckled as he let his other hand glide down the front of your body then let it dip between your legs with the lightest touch.

Immediately you opened them a little wider, hips pushing forward in need of his touch. You let out the quietest pained moan before you decided you needed to take matters into your own hands, turning around as he held onto your hair, trying not to tug too hard.

Right away, you were pulling his sweats down, pleased at the sight of a tent in his boxers and even more pleased once they were off as well, his perfectly thick cock hard and ready for you.

He may have been keeping his composure in the moment but he’d let it slip in the car how desperate he was for you. You could understand; you somehow still hadn’t had him inside of you to this point and you were dying for it.

But seeing him in this position..he was practically begging for your mouth.

You knelt in front of him, your hands on the front of his thighs. “Take your shirt off.” you ordered, not even looking up at him as you began kissing below his belly button on his happy trail, inching lower and lower with each wet kiss. Only once he was good and naked did you let your tongue slide over the side of his cock from base to tip, repeating it slowly on the other side, then underneath. The weight of him on your tongue, in your mouth..was so good, the way he twitched with each motion you made, restrained groans and sighs attempting to come out, only making you more wet by the second.

Finally, you took him in, allowing the saliva to accumulate to form a warm wet suction around him as you sunk down. The guttural groan he released made you smirk around him.

“Fuck, I love the sounds that you make.” you told him as you pulled off him for a moment before repeating the motion, this time taking him farther in and sucking a little harder as you pulled back up, twisting slightly around his cock and allowing your tongue to flick against the underside as you moved.

“Y/N.” he groaned, his hand gripping your hair tighter. “Stop. You’re gonna make me come too fast.”

Fuck, he sounded so goddamn hot. There was not a chance you were going to listen, bobbing up and down a few more times, making sure to do exactly what you knew got that reaction out of him before he was pulling your head back forcefully, pulling you up and aiming your face up at his stern one.

“What did I say?”

“You said to stop.” you told him keeping eye contact, not an ounce of timidness present.

“Why didn’t you?” He leant forward slightly, coming closer to you.

“Because I didn’t want to.”

“That’s not a very good answer.” He gave you a disapproving look though you didn’t believe it for a second.

You just bit your lip, smirking up at him.

“Get in the shower.” He released your hair with a touch of roughness before he helped you up, directing you to the shower door with a hand on your ass.

You did as he asked, wetting your body, as he fumbled around opening cabinets, you assumed in search of a condom.

“Now, are we being bratty? Or are we being good today?” he asked you when he returned, stepping inside the shower to join you.

Mmm, the eternal question. There really was no wrong answer.

“I like sucking your dick and I like making you come in my mouth. Does that make me good or bad?” you challenged with a smirk, stepping closer to him in the shower so that your breasts were pressed up against his chest and his cock was against your lower tummy.

He swallowed thickly. Then he was sliding his arms around your sides, down to cup your ass, pulling you harder against him. “I want to fuck you. And I can’t do that if you’re being greedy and taking only what you want.”

“You want to be inside me? Fill me up with your cock?” you taunted him, letting your voice become a little lower. Then, leaning closer, you whispered “Take whatever you want.”

With a low moan, he sunk his fingertips into the roundness of your ass, his nails digging in slightly, lips coming to the side of your neck to leave kisses, only for them to be immediately washed away by the water.

“God, I want you so bad.” he muttered against your skin, the words sounding like curses, just loud enough for you to hear above the sounds of the shower. “Fucking missed you.” He kissed again before adding “We all did.”

You smirked at the correction, pulling back to see his face as you let your fingers slide through his wet locks. “Oh, really?”

“Mhm.” he hummed, looking you up and down as he slid his bottom lip through his teeth.

“Good to know I left a lasting impression.” You smirked at him, allowing your eyes to take him in similarly. He was so fucking handsome just standing there, pressed up against you, water dripping from his hair, down over his collar bones and strong shoulders.

He chuckled as his hands adjusted their grip on you, moving you slightly so he was able to maneuver his length between your legs and slip his tip teasingly over your wetness, eyes cast down to watch his own motions. “You don’t have to worry about that. I don’t think I went a day without thinking about you.”

You were finding it difficult to focus on his words with the way the head of his dick was now rubbing way too lightly through your wet folds and making you ache for him.

“Jack..” you breathed in close to his ear, already begging, your cheeks warming at how easy it was for him to turn you to putty in his hands.

“Yes, baby?” he asked so sweetly, his cock suddenly pushing up against your sensitive bud harder, brushing side to side, causing tiny shocks of pleasure to run through you.

“I need you so bad.”

“Ah, my needy girl.” he admired and your heart skipped a little at the affectionate possessiveness of it.

You nodded into his neck, your leg lifting without much thought, toes perching onto the thin ledge at the side of the shower.

“I would drag this out more. But just this once..” he trailed off as he slowly pushed into you, one hand gripping firmly at your thigh to help lock you into place.

Together, you let out matching groans at the feeling of him stretching you open in the best way possible, your walls so tight around him despite how wet and ready you were for him. Yes, fuck. Finally.

You found his lips, simultaneously grabbing him tight around the hips to pull him closer, letting his cock bottom out inside you. It was a lot, maybe a touch too much, but fuck, did it feel amazing to have his perfect dick filling up every inch of you, any pain from him being too deep just adding to the sensation.

He let out a moan in your mouth before pulling back to look into your eyes. For a moment, he almost appeared concerned, his eyes big, brows slightly creased together, but that was quickly dashed, once he saw the lustful look in your eyes telling him he didn’t need to be too delicate.

“Shit..” he said shakily, letting the word draw out a bit, his gaze dropping down between you two to watch as he slowly withdrew before pushing again into the tight warmth between your legs. “Y/N you feel fucking amazing.” He clung onto you, using the hand not holding onto your thigh to hook over your shoulder, hand on the back of your neck, directing your foreheads to meet.

“Fuck, J..” you moaned in agreement with him. You knew he’d feel good but, good God. As he slowly began to pick up his pace, the delicious drag of him as he drove in and out making you wince in pleasure, you found yourself thinking that you never want to leave. The "cave", the shower, him.

Despite his broad shoulders blocking the direct path of the water, the steam that had filled the bathroom matched with the heat emanating from him and kept you perfectly warm. You couldn’t stop the moans from spilling out of you against his cheek and along the line of his jaw, against his lips and into his mouth when he’d open them to let out a groan at your tightening around him.

If you’d been thinking about the fact that Cope and Urban could possibly hear you, the thought went away quickly when he turned both of you, pressing your back flat up against the wall of the shower and taking the weight of your leg onto his arm so he could fuck into you harder, a deep grunt coming out each time he bottomed out inside.

“Mmh– Fucking me so good.” you praised, head falling back against the wall, exposing your throat to his hot kisses.

The words ‘oh my god’ probably fell from your mouth countless times, him feeling somehow bigger and harder as you continued. Holding tightly onto him with one hand, you let the other find your clit between your wet bodies to begin rubbing over it, your fingers getting smashed between your pelvises with each thrust. From the pace he was keeping now and his focused face, you could tell he was as close as you were.

“Jack..” you let out in a rushed breath “I’m close.”

“Baby, want you to come on my dick.” he gritted out into your neck.

“I’m gonna come on your dick.” you echoed, the husky quality of his voice working to edge you closer. “You gonna come for me too? Ahh– fuck.” Your eyes flew shut as he hit you just right. “Come for me, please, baby.” you mumbled, once, twice, three times. You could barely focus on what you were saying as he picked up his speed even more, fucking into you so good that you could hardly speak without a moan coming out between each word.

“Gonna come for you.” He could barely get the words out either, his breathing laboured.

“Yes, please–” you squeaked out, your fingers rubbing so fast at your clit as you dangled on the edge of bliss. “Fuck, Jack.” you cursed as you felt your whole body clench.

“Fuck– fuck!” he swore, feeling you squeezing him and then he was coming, and you were coming, and nothing could’ve stopped the sounds that poured out, holding each other so tightly. It was a damn good thing that their "cave" was pretty big.

“Oh my goood.” you breathed out as you finally started to come down, your voice beginning to tremble along with your limbs.

With a few more curse words being uttered, he was still coming, his pelvis pushed so tightly to you that you felt like he was pressed right up against your cervix.

You tilted your head back against the shower wall, only now becoming aware of the hot water hitting your shoulder and how the tiles felt slightly cool against your arm as you moved it to the wall to stabilize yourself.

“Babe..” he hummed, a desperate wonder in his voice. His eyes were still closed when he lifted his head from your shoulder, chest still heaving. Finally, they fluttered open, letting you take in his fully lust-drunken state. Being responsible for him looking that fucked out was highly satisfying.

He quickly released your thigh as you began to move, slipping out of you as you placed your foot back to the ground. Still he kept you pinned to the wall, his lips finding yours in a slow yet intoxicating kiss. His hot tongue traced against yours lazily, much like how his hands were now slowly grazing up your sides, gentle and soft.

“Shit. I fucking love your body.” he told you once he’d disconnected your lips, fingers still caressing at the skin just below your breast.

“I fucking love yours.” you teased back, allowing your hands to drift over the ripples of his form. “I’ll wash yours, if you wash mine?” you suggested, moving the two of you slightly so that you could actually make use of the water, wetting the rest of your body to get rid of the grime left from your travels.

“I guess I can do that.” He gave you a cute smile before looking down to remove the condom, tying it tight and stepping out onto the mat momentarily to drop it in the bin.

Meanwhile, you soaped up your hands so you could begin to lather him once he was back inside, fully enjoying running your hands over every inch of his sculpted body.

Jack had left the room before you. After a few minutes of trying to make yourself look presentable, you made your appearance, quietly slipping out of the door and walking towards the kitchen. As soon as you heard Sunni’s voice, you moved a little faster through the archway, a wide smile pulling onto your face as you took him in, lounged sideways in an armchair with his legs thrown over one side.

“There she is.” Urban said brightly upon seeing you, pulling the attention of all the others as you approached. Cope and 2fo were in the kitchen while Jack sat the table in the middle and the others were scattered across the couches.

“Hi!” You were unsure where to go first but thankfully you didn’t have to decide as Sunni, Shloob and Ace Pro all got up to welcome you, coming at the same time to battle for an embrace between the three of them.

Sunni won his place first, pulling you to him and using his strength to lift and twirl you in a hug. “So happy you’re here!” he said as he placed you back down, only for you to be swallowed up by Shloob and Ace Pro at the same time before you could even respond.

Pulling them in close, you let yourself suffocate in their hold, your smile so wide it was practically painful. “God, I missed you guys so much.” you told them with a sigh as you all slowly loosened your grips but kept your arms around each other. “This feels so good.” With another squeeze, you leaned your head onto Shloob’s shoulder, making it clear that their affections were very much a big part of what you’d been missing.

“So good.” he agreed happily as he turned his head and kissed the top of your damp hair.

After a moment, you wriggled out of their grasp to move to the kitchen, approaching 2fo as he was fixing himself a plate.

“Fooooo.” you whispered with a hint of a smirk on your lips and he gave you a tiny smile as he turned to you, putting down the dish and wiping his hand quickly on a towel on the counter.

His arms immediately wrapped around you as you pressed your face to his shoulder. Warm hands traced comfortingly across your back.

“Your flight was ok?” Sunni asked, pulling your attention though 2fo didn’t move an inch.

“It was good, yeah.” you told him from where you were locked in place.

“Had a nice shower too?” Ace Pro asked and you could already hear the smile in his voice before you even lifted your head to look towards the guys, finding him leant against the dining table, a mischievous grin on his lips.

Jack leaned over to smack him lightly on the shoulder, making his smile go wider as all of you chuckled.

“It was such a nice shower.” you exaggerated with a cocky nod.

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #jack harlow smut #jack harlow fluff #pg

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mutantthedark · 8 months ago

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Call Of Duty Modern Warframe II - Howling and Hollow

Chapter 1: Interrogation

So much for the meeting with Shadow Company, Sigma felt weird there are only men here. Although she didn't mind and wants the mission to get done.

Weirdly enough, one guy stared at her with confused look, yet shocked, looked like he knew her from somewhere... but he decided to play cool.

Two SAS operators and Los Vaqueros, Alejandro and Rudy did some damage looking for Hassan while Sigma had to help with air support. She was lucky to know Spanish.

After Hassan's capture, Soap's and Sigma's blue eyes met, caught right into sight... He can already tell he never saw a female pilot before. And she couldn't stand Graves talking nonsense, and some of the Shadow mercs are really fond of her... When she met Ghost, her blood ran cold seeing him in skull mask, strong, huge man would beat the shit out of anyone.

From affar before the flight with the Shadows while she met Graves, one of the Shadows said from afar: "Who is this girl? She’s cute and pretty."

...

Pretended she didn't heard anything.

…

The sky is dark, it's night. The stars can't be seen, a calm peace, only crickets chirping in the field. A faith of howl calling by coyotes in the darkness, then it went silent.

Multiple truck's doors closed as the men jumped out. Soap dragged Hassan out of the vehicle and walks to the field.

"On your knees." Soap shoved Hassan on the ground, removing the black cloth bag off his head.

Graves is working on a signal in front of the green crate while crouching down.

"Ya'll got a clear picture?" Graves asked.

General, adjusting his seat to get comfortable. "Crystal."

"All set." Laswell replied, exhaling the smoke from her lips while smoking a cigarette.

"Alright, we are live, folks." Graves stands up, Hassan watches him approach.

"Do you speak Arabic?" He asks.

“No.” Graves replied, shaking his head.

“Farsi?”

“No.” He replied again, standing in front of him.

Sigma watches them as she stands beside Simon, remaining silent. If Hassan is going to ask her something, he better watch his tongue.

Hassan looks at Sigma, he smirks a little bit. “A woman in war... Who’s holding a weapon.” He starts, “I’m surprised you’re fighting for your country and battles without blood in your hands.”

“Women or men, doesn’t matter. If a man can be one, so do women. So English, you retard.” She replied with harsh voice down her throat.

Hassan nods his head a little bit, turning his attention to Graves. “Of course, then I’ll speak your bastardized medieval English because you are all uneducated street dogs.”

“Ahh, see… We’re getting off to a bad start here, Hassan.” Graves gets annoyed quickly, looking on the ground, tapping his foot.

“You are talking to a Quds Force Officer.” Hassan states proudly. All Sigma could just watch and shake her head.

“You’re the commander of a foreign terror organization,” Graves notes, not willing to put any stupid formalities.

“I can say the same thing to you.”

“What’s your target, ‘Major’?” Graves asks, his voice turning into a sarcastic one.

“What was your target when they sent missiles to my land?”

Graves shrugs a bit. “Oh, wild guess… To nails your ass.”

“So insolent and foul-mouthed. You will learn to respect me when your nation sees fire.”

“You will respect an anchor who will sink you in the bottom of the ocean.” Sigma glares at Hassan, crossing her arms. Hassan ignores her, Graves steps closer to him with anger and impatience in his eyes.

“You are in bed with the cartel, Hassan. If you dissapeared, no one would know where to look for a fuckin’ stain.” Graves said as he shakes his head.

“I have no doubt you’ll take pleasure in torturing me.” Hassan replied with a smirk.

Oh, Sigma would definitely torture him, if Graves would let her. Soap starts to speak out-

“Who’d you get American missiles from?”

“I don’t care who they’re from, I wanna know where they’re going.” Shepherd interrupted the conversation.

Coyotes howled in the endless darkness of the shadows, making the others to turn attention. Graves looks around, letting out a low whistle, his hand clutching his tactical vest.

“Take a look around Hassan. Now, you can either become part of the food chain,” Graves lowers himself in front of Hassan. “Or you can start talking.”

“I’m a hostage here,” Hassan states. “This is illegal.”

“You’re a prisoner of war.” Alejandro replied, tilting his head while his hand is squeezing Hassan’s shoulder.

“Iran is not at war with Mexico. I’ve broken no lawns. These men, one useless slut, and their commanders are the law breakers.” Hassan looks at Sigma and Ghost who are they stand beside the vehicle.

Her eye twitches after she heard he called her slut, slowly, her hand is curled into fist.

“You and your beloved General Ghorbrani broke every-“

“Do not speak his name!” Hassan shouted at Soap, cutting him off. He’s forcibly held by Alejandro.

“You executed him, and you will pay for your crimes! Only God can help you now!” He rolls his tongue at Graves angrily.

“I want this bastard in permanent custody or looking up at the goddamn grass!” Shepherd snarled his strict demand through the broadcast.

“General,” Laswell quickly intervened, “Killing Hassan is an act of war, keeping him here is illegal. Right now, he is too hot to hold.”

Shepherd sighs, adjusting his seat. “Tell me you’re getting something actionable, Laswell.”

“Working on it, stand by.”

Graves grabs the laptop and places it on the vehicle’s hood. “Actual, let me finish this.” he loses patience for a second.

“There is nothing I’d like more,” Shepherd agreed with the Commander, “But Laswell's right. Without proof we need to turn him loose. See where he leads us.”

Sigma’s eyes widens after hearing this. Releasing him?! Nonsense! She would’ve asked the questions about the missiles, not Graves. So much for General saying this, making the wrong decisions.

“What?! You can do that!” She joins Graves beside him.

“She’s right! He’s right there, you can’t be serious!” Soap joins along, looking at the screen.

“I’m afraid I am, you both.”

“Oh, bullshit!” Sigma hits the vehicle’s hood and starts to pace out, hands on her hips.

Ghost is holding Hassan’s phone with his right hand, looking at it while standing in place. “Did we get anything from his phone?”

“Affirmative, we got a hit.” Laswell concluded, but not much information required.

“Good. Now, take him back and let him go.” Shepherd confirms.Hassan is watching them, with a smile on his face. Alejandro shoved a black bag back on Hassan’s head, hiding his smile.

“Up, asshole. Come on.” Alejandro grunt in Spanish, raising Hassan back on his feet, dragging him to the vehicle. Ghost shoves Hassan’s phone in his pocket, walking past him.

Soap looks at the laptop and closes it, letting it a grunted sigh. Sigma walks to Graves, clearly not proud.

“That was completely stupid.”

“Call stupid to General who made the choice, but not me.”

“He’ll cause more damage with those missiles, we may be not find who the target is! And we’re just taking him like that?!”

“Sigma…” Graves sighs. “We need to know. I wanted to finish that guy, you wanted to right? Kickass name. We’ll find the missiles and it’s going to be over.”

“Unbelievable…” Sigma shakes her head and walks to the vehicle, avoiding the argument with him. Soap watched it from afar and follows her, gun in his hand.

So much coming to Mexico with Air Support and work with the Shadows, SAS operators and Los Vaqueros. She’s not done yet. She never had blood on her hands in battlefield. Her blood boils by General’s choice, she’s careful with people who can trust the most.

And been in Air Force for 4 years, finally fighting on the ground with heavy loads on her shoulders...

...

Yippeeee, I might draw some cutscenes whanever I can!

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the-switch-conspiracy · 3 months ago

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There was a hand on his head. Long, calloused fingers carding through the strands. Backwards and forwards it strokes, nails lightly catching against his scalp. The sensation filled Shen Yuan’s body with a groggy pleasure, each scrape tickling the nerves of his spine with little sparks. Sensing his waking, the hand shifts as if to pull away. No! Don’t stop… he presses his head firmer against the hand. Movement beneath his cheek, the shifting of fabric covering the warmth beneath. A firm thigh, a welcoming lap, and vibrations… this person was laughing?

It made something inside him feel… he buried his face further into the fabric, infused with a rich scent. Leather and sword oil, a hint of earth and forest, clean sweat and the slightest spice of some sort of soap? He breathes deeper as if it would help to pint point the exact spice used, only to feel his face flushing. How shameless he was acting, he didn’t want to leave. The vibrations grew stronger, the chuckle finally leaving the stranger’s lips. It was deep and warm, melodious and masculine. There was a familiarity to it he couldn’t quite shake, though he was certain he’d never heard it in this form.

The hand travelled from his crown, to the base of his neck. Firm pads weaving soft circles, warming the skin with each pass. There was a tentativeness to the motions, for all the liberties this man was taking. His hands shook, slightly, so slightly, matching the skip of his heart. It was as if he was touching something priceless, divine; something he’d hopelessly yearned for, and never thought he’d have the chance to grasp. With this touch of skin to skin, with each minute motion it became clear; this person’s devotion... this goodness… ahh! He had to know what face would match!

He made to move his head, and the hand shifted from his neck to his spine. He felt dizzy, as he raised his eyes to meet the stranger’s. Sharp phoenix eyes, the colour an ever-shifting ocean. Grey and blue, purple and silver, black and deep. A face beautiful and delicate, but firm and handsome, beauty mark there one second and gone the next. It was the face of a dream, constantly changing in small ways but always exceptionally pretty despite the uncanniness. The robes grey and white, or white and blue, extravagant, or simple, or wild with furs. Yet with every change, the feeling remained. This was undoubtedly the same man, in his many multitudes. He’s smiling, awkward and small and so fragile, like the look was unaccustomed to his face; and Shen Yuan promised himself it wouldn’t be. That smile of his could start wars, and it deserved to be there every day.

His eyes were firm and resolved, though hid more of that vulnerability deep inside. His lips pursed, and oh he was talking? But no sound fell from them. Shen Yuan tilted his head up further, confusion no doubt settling on his face. He really was trying, but the constant shifting made it hard to read his lips!

I’m sorry, but, I can’t understand what you’re saying? The brows furrow, eyes narrow, the expression settled so naturally on his face! That look in his eyes increases, terrifying in its intensity, as his lips pull down into a frown. The man tries again, his mouth forming words Shen Yuan could not decipher. One hand spread firm against his back, the other reaching to cradle his face, the frustrated frown softening into a sharp uncertainty. His hands still trembled, as they so carefully held him. So what else was Shen Yuan to do but reach out? His hand hovered close enough to the other’s on his face, that he could feel the heat in his fingertips. Contact, the delicate bones of his wrist flexed as the man struggled not to move. Strong tendons, sharp knuckles, his fingers slip between, both pairs pressing against his cheek. The trembling increased, the man’s eyes widening as the faintest pink crept into his cheeks. The smile returned, reverent. The flush to his cheeks, the shining eyes, that pretty face! This one could almost mistake you for a maiden! Shen Yuan pressed closer, his own lips parting, to… to...

Shen Yuan slipped. The sky shifted from soft blue to crimson streaked with grey. The man’s face twisted into to protective fear as he lunged towards him, fell through him. Immaterial. Two people passing each other in the growing dusk. Alone, Shen Yuan, standing in the quickly approaching darkness as the world around him turned to void. Nothing around him, nothing above him, a smooth black slate beneath his feet. A smooth black slate in front of him. Its surface shifted, lightened, until he was staring at a familiar image. Two men sat intertwine, one holding a hand to the other’s face, the other holding said hand fingers interlocked. He couldn’t see the face of the held man, his back turned towards him, but he had the sinking dread that came from seeing the reflection in a fun-house mirror from the corner of your eye.

The other however, was gazing down with shining joy at his partner. His hair riotous with curls, then windswept, then straight. Black eyes shining, gleaming like stars even at this distance. Handsome, in a way that causes the pulse to race, and draped in black and red, white and red. His face, it hurt him inside to look at. Deeply aching to his very soul, he felt tears well to his eyes as he pressed against the window. I know you. I know you well. So why does it feel like..? It was like dying a little, like losing himself. Some part of him had been ripped away, and he knew, he knew when he woke it’d be gone. Even this pale mirror of a moment. This window he was locked behind. Like in his own dream, the sky shifted, the men dispersed. Leaving nothing but his own reflection in the black slate. His own distraught face. His soul had been cracked, torn asunder.

The reflections head tilted and anger crossed his features, it’s hand pressed against the other side of the glass. Ah so this…

Will it be worth it? The price we paid?

What are you talking about? He feels… he feels like he’d forgotten more than he knew. That he’d been bestowed upon some great knowledge, and it had cracked his skull and the delicate muscles within to soup. Soup that slipped between his fingers.

You.. you don’t even know? What the System left you? What it took? What you gave away!?

No. no. He thinks, there must have been a terrible error. The mirror shook his head in disgust, his eyes burning.

Of course, I see the game it’s playing, ah, we – we really are a bit stupid.

That hurts, a bit. But the sense that he’d been played- is it an unworthy trustfulness in others or apathy that makes him put his faith into a system that betrays it? The other turned his head, his eyes…flicker... from familiar black to sickly poisonous green. The hand against the mirror clenches into a fist, knuckles pale from the strain.

It’s fine. If it wants to play, well, we just need to beat it at its own game. Even if you can’t remember what, remember at least that you’ve forgotten something. Keep your mind open, I’ll do what I can. We are, after all, in this together.

He smiles, twisted and sombre, his eyes fall shut.

And together, even like this, is better than apart.

[Cang Qiong Mountain Sect Loaded. Welcome User to World State v2.5]

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#svsss #svsss au #bingqiu #bingliushen #time loop #angst #Inspired partially by system possession Au's like @artsarasp 's #And @unfrtune 's material system au #my liushen bias coming through #SVSSS World Corruption AU

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sainz100 · 1 month ago

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just emoting under the cut, I gotta get some personal feelings about tumblr off my chest ahh

I am so used to being alone that I've forgotten how to make friends!! which isn't to say I don't love talking, omg I love when you meet someone you can 'yes, and' with, who you can gush about your faves with, to create wild things together, and to listen to one another when things get hard ❤️❤️‍🩹

but as much as I love those things, the initial ice breaking for me in the virtual world is so hard, especially now since so many people I admire followed me back!! 😵‍💫💦 I feel like I'm behind glass but also so scared I'll do something annoying or wrong when I venture out, that people will leave and I'll be alone again

which is not true!! everyone should blog and create what's true to their heart ❤️ and everyone is free to curate their space (not being mutuals doesn't mean you can't be friends! maybe someone just has a certain driver who gives them the ick or maybe they want to follow only aesthetic blogs or maybe they only want close-close pals on the TL, etc etc!) being followed is not a sign of approval or validation that you're good, because you are! (I'm telling myself this!!)

It's more that, I get so nervous. Maybe I'll like and reblog too much or maybe I'll ask something silly. I feel like I am so woefully behind on reading especially, and I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings that I can't catch up fast enough...or maybe everyone will move on to something new. which is fine, too! and good!! F1 especially with Daniel has been kinda heartbreaking recently. If it's not fun, folks will move on.

but for a few months, it felt so special. To be here for Spa, for Daniel's races, to feel good that I could find things that made people happy, to feel so close to being a part of something, it was so unreal!! ✨

now it's over. and I can keep diving into the past. (I do love to search [especially since it's something I can do at the office on the fly!! or when I'm so absolutely empty after work, mindlessly looking around for something] and I can search for things when the season comes back and I love to gif special events in the off season) but I keep opening this app and feeling so empty, like I'm doing it wrong

and when I do open up, I do it on other blogs, and I get so sad like "ahhh maybe I should've just done it here!!" instead of breaking up pieces of me all over the dang place and getting sad that no one knows who I am

anyways, I think I'm overthinking it! I am! It's not this deep, but it does mean so much to me. And I'm just scared I'll do something wrong, a self-fulfilling prophecy! I used to be so active in a fan discord for a musician (Käärijä, if you're curious!) and I got this same feeling of not knowing how to connect or feeling like I'd make a mistake when everyone there was so lovely 🥺 I kinda can't stand Käärijä anymore, so I didn't go back. I left when I was getting out of a hard living situation irl. I still feel so bad for not going back to properly say goodbye. Life just got so busy

and it is hard irl, I am always at work in an empty office (everyone else is remote!) and then I go home to an empty apartment (just moi!) and see friends on scant weekends (which I treasure!) but all that is to say that I'm sorry!! I'm trying to get life rebalanced, and I keep thinking I can't make friends until I've got life figured out!! also not true!! We're all figuring things out, and we'll be figuring things out forever, there is no "ahh I'm done growing! Now I can enjoy life!"

tl;dr!!!!!!! I'm still figuring things out ❤️ and I will try to connect while I grow 🌱 every kind message and tag and note means so much. I'm wanting to send more out to you too!! I want to reach out, and I'm learning how to do that again, so thank you for being patient with me (especially if you read all this ahh!! I love you!!) ❤️❤️❤️

anyways Autumn out!!!! and I'm not even going to overthink this big old post like I usually do (not every message and tag or post or fic needs to be overwrought like its make or break!!) it's just me. We're all just being ourselves here on tumblr and that's so wonderful, that's the part that matters most!! ❤️✨

#autumn etc

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happypeaceperson · 2 years ago

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Innocent

Mickey Altieri x male reader.

Takes place around the time of the party and Cicis death in scream 2. I wanted to write a jealous Mickey so i threw this together. I also gave a motive towards Cicis death because getting killed because of your name is wild 😭

(If you sent me requests for other stories I promise I'll get to them soon. I just wanted to do another Mickey fic first! )

Anyways Enjoy!

The lunch hall was filled with chatter. Your own thoughts being drowned out by the noise around you. You felt someone grab your arm. Looking down you see Cici. She gets up from her chair, smiling. "Hey" She pulls you into a hug. It's a well known rumour that Cici has a crush on you. Many don't even call it a rumour with how well known it is. This doesn't stop you from talking to her though. She's been a great friend to you, you couldn't ditch her for some dumb rumours.

Anyways, Cici knew about you and Mickey. She wouldn't try to take that away from you or him. "Omg hey" you said, pulling away from the hug. Your hands rested on her shoulders. "We haven't talked in ages" You added, smiling back at her. You had been so distracted by your college work and life in general that you forgot to catch up with most of your friends

"I know," She said, laughing. "How have you been?"

"I've been good, been pretty occupied with school work that's all." You moved your hands to cross over your chest.

Hallie looked over from the table where all your friends sat "Oh look at that, Cici trying to make her move again" She said sarcastically, eating her lunch. Mickey turned to see Cici pull you into another hug before you went to walk over to their table.

"Hey" You said to the group, pulling out the seat beside Mickey. You leaned in, planting a kiss on Mickey's lips. In front of you sat Hallie, Sidney and Sidney's boyfriend, Derek. "How's everyone been?" You asked, stealing a bit of food from Mickey's tray.

"Where the hell have you been?" Hallie asked, leaning over the Table. You looked at her, a confused expression on your face.

"Um, I had work to catch up on?" You said, looking around the table.

"For a week?" Sidney asked,joining in on the conversation.

"Yeah I went a bit without doing much work, sorry" You put your hands up defensively.

"Mhm" Hallie sat back down in her chair. "You had time for Mickey tho." Mickey turned his attention back to the conversation. He had been looking over at Cici,he hadn't stopped looking over since he saw you two talking.

"Well if a guy climbs in through your window, it's gonna catch your attention." You elbowed at Mickey. He laughed. The three in front of you went on to talk about something you didn't care about. Instead you turned to Mickey, he looked distracted. "Hey" You put your hand on his lap. "Is everything ok?" You asked.

He turned to face you. "Yeah" He muttered "Perfectly fine" He smiled at you.

Your attention switched from Mickey to Sidney. "Are you going to the party tonight?" She asked you.

You laughed. "Yeah, if i didn't i think he'd kill me" You motioned towards Mickey, getting a laugh from the group.

Time skip to after the party.

You stood by Mickey for most of the party, both of you dancing around. You drank every beverage you could get your hands on. You only stopped when Sidney came to get you. "Y/N i think it's time you go home" She said, her hand on your shoulder looking up at Mickey.

"What?" You said, the music blocking any other form of sound to enter your ears.

"I think we should head home now." Sidney said, a bit louder.

"Ahh, ok." You replied, relieved you were finally leaving. You didn't hate the party, it was fun but you don't like being in a house with a hundred or more students all drunk or high. You, Sidney and Mickey walked out outside, meeting with Hallie and Derek.

"We're heading home," Sidney said to the other two. Derek offered to give everyone a ride back.Mickey declined,suggesting that you and him just walk home. You agreed. You only lived a bit away, a 15-20 minute walk.

You said your goodbyes to your friends before heading home. "Oh shit" Mickey said, his hands moving over his pockets.

"What?" You asked, turning to look at him.

"I forgot my.." He paused. "My lighter, I gave it to someone back there." You didn't remember Mickey having a lighter, he didn't even smoke. You brushed it off, Mickey always had the most random things with him so it wasn't that strange.

"You want me to go back with you?" You asked, walking forward.

"Uh no, it's fine. I'll just run back by myself. I'll meet you back at yours." He leaned in, giving you a kiss before heading back towards the party. You looked at him for a moment. He was acting weird. You shook your head,thinking to yourself that it was probably the alcohol. You began to walk home.

Time skip to the next morning.

You lay in your bed, Mickey's arm's wrapped around you. You felt his bare chest raising on your back. You loved this feeling, his arms over you, his breath brushing against your neck. You felt safe, like nothing could hurt you.

You sat up, accidently waking Mickey in the process. "Good morning," He said, rubbing his eyes.

"Oh shit, sorry." You apologised. "I didn't mean to wake you"

"It's ok" He sat up at the edge of the bed, climbing out of it. You watched as he went into your bathroom. You got out of bed, heading towards the kitchen. You grabbed a glass cup before filling it with water. You took a sip from it as you heard the phone ringing.

You walked over, answering it. "Hello?" You asked, taking another sip from your glass.

"Turn on the news right now." It was Hallie, she sounded worried.

"Oh um ok?" you said confused. You went over to the couch, grabbing the TV remote. "Is everything ok?" You asked.

"Just watch it." You sat down, looking at what was happening. You watched the news report. It was outside on of the college houses. You watched in horror as you heard them report a death. You felt your heart drop when you heard Cici's name. "What the fuck?" You said, still on the phone.

"I know, it's awful," Hallie replied. "I've got to go, Sidney's probably going crazy over it." She said before hanging up.

You heard footsteps behind you, seeing Mickey. "What's wrong?" He looked at you. At the tears forming in your eyes.

"Cici was murdered last night." You got up from the couch. You walked towards Mickey as he took you in for a hug.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry." He said. His voice sounded off to you, something about it felt weird.

You pulled away from the hug. "Where did you go when you left me?" You asked, looking at him.

"What?" He looked at you, his eyes not leaving yours. "I went back to the party. You don't think I did this, do you?"

"I don't know." You said a tear falling down your eye. "You were acting strange last night." You looked away from him,turning back to the news report.

Mickey grabbed your shoulder. "I was drunk, that's all" He said. He pulled you in for another hug "I wouldn't do such a thing" He added. Your head rested on his shoulder, looking behind him. You felt uncomfortable. He was definitely acting weirder than usual. You pulled away, heading towards your room to get dressed.

Time skip to the police office.

You sat beside Sidney, waiting to be called into the office. Everyone who had any relations with Cici was called in. Mickey was in the office. He looked calm,too calm for what just happened. You watched as he got up, walking out. They called your name. Sidney rubbed at your back as yiu stood up.

You walked past Mickey, he gave you a smile, one you didn't return. You sat down on the seat that sat in front of the desk. There were 2 officers in there with you.

"So, where were you last night?" One of them asked.

"At the party, like everyone else." You said looking in between them.

"And after that?" the officer sat on the desk.

"I went home." You looked up at him. "With Mickey." You motioned out the window, towards Mickey.

"You two went home together?" He asked.

"Well kind of. Mickey forgot his lighter so he went back to get it." You said, not realising how suspicious it made Mickey look.

"So you two split up than?" You nodded. "And you went straight home?"

"Yes." You sat up in the chair.

"How far is your house? You didn't get a ride home from someone?" The other officer asked, leaning on the wall.

You turned to face him. "It's like a 15 minute walk, and I was offered a ride but Mickey suggested that we should just walk."

"Mickey suggested that?" The officers looked at each other. "It's a strange coincidence he suggests that just to forget something and want to head back huh?"

You looked at them both. "Officer, I don't know what your trying to say but Mickey wouldn't kill anyone." You said. You didn't fully believe your statement, but you also didn't want Mickey to get into trouble.

"And you're sure of that?" The officer unfolded his arms.

"Yes. He's a nice guy, he wouldn't have a reason to kill anyone. Especially Cici." You looked at the officers.

"We were told Cici had a crush on you?" The officer said, getting up from the desk. "And Mickey, he's your boyfriend, correct?" You nodded. "I think that could be a very valid reason to kill someone." The officer turned to face his partner, pointing to him. "Don't you think? Jealousy is one of the main causes of murders"

You sat there staring at the two. You never thought of that. Was he jealous? Why would he be? He knows how much you love him. "He wouldn't." You said. You felt anger rise in you. You couldn't sit there as the officers accused Mickey right in front of you. You looked out the window, catching eyes with Mickey. You turned away, you couldn't look at him.

They both looked at you. "Ok." He went to open the door. "You're free to go" He motioned towards the door.

You stormed out the room, muttering a thanks under your breath. You headed towards where Sidney and Mickey sat. "What did they ask you?" Sidney said, sitting up. You sat down beside Mickey.

"Nothing just the basic questions of where I was" You didn't want to go into detail, all you could think about is what the officers said. Mickey placed his hand on your leg, rubbing it. You looked at him, providing a weak smile. You didn't trust him. He was your boyfriend and you loved him but the officers had a point. You rested your head on his shoulder. All you could do right now is wait. Wait for them to find out who did this. Wait to see if your suspicions towards Mickey was just you overthinking or if he really was a killer.

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Digimon Adventure 01x32 - Tokyo Tower is Hot! DeathMeramon / Gatomon Comes Calling

Previously on Digimon Adventure: FUCKING. CATS. Why are you like this?

The Eighth Digivice is still out in the wild, last seen in possession of a crow. But now that it's been spotted, Vamdemon has left Hikarigaoka and is zeroing in on Odaiba Shibaura. The home of the Eighth Child has been found!?

Ooh, I've been waiting for this. Vamdemon's first night in Tokyo, getting his Dracula on. I vaguely remember this scene and have been looking forward to revisiting it.

We open on a slow build-up of a young woman walking alone at night. Vamdemon's carriage pulls up and he steps out to meet her. The woman, in a dreamlike state, leans up to kiss him.

Vamdemon sinks his fangs into her neck instead, drinking her blood. When he's finished, she falls limp to the ground. Vamdemon gets back in his carriage and departs, leaving his victim lying in the road with two visible fang marks in her neck.

This entire scene plays out with no dialogue and only a quiet, haunting melody for background music. The dub, as usual, adds dialogue. Myotismon greets us with a monologue.

Myotismon: Ahh, darkness. The perfect cloak for my evil. Ideal conditions for producing fear. Human blood always tastes better with a dash of fear in it. Woman: (stops walking and gasps) What is that? A carriage?

Once Myotismon arrives, they stop talking in words though there's still vocalized utterances, including a lot of ominous mouth-breathing from Myotismon. They do learn in hard on the "Woman and Myotismon are about to kiss PSYCHE HE'S A VAMPIRE" bit, playing this cute little romantic ditty over their initial embrace before the fangs come out.

Then they have the woman making muffled screams while he's drinking her blood. Oddly, they censor out the shot of the woman crumpling to the ground when he's finished, but they leave in the closeup of her lying on the road with fang marks in her neck.

They do, however, add in some audible groaning from the woman so you know she's okay. Don't worry, American kiddos; Myotismon did not kill a woman. She's gonna be fine.

We're going to hear about this again later on. Place your bets now if you think they censored out a corpse.

From here, we join PicoDevimon, waiting on a boat for Vamdemon's arrival and wondering aloud what could be keeping him.

I have some guesses.

PicoDevimon: He's late. What could be keeping him? Eh? (Vamdemon's carriage rolls up) PicoDevimon: Vamdemon-sama! Hurry!

The carriage door opens, and another woman flops out the door so abruptly that it's practically comical.

PicoDevimon does not enter the carriage but instead flies up to the window to speak with Vamdemon.

PicoDevimon: The dawn will be here soon! Vamdemon: No need to rush. Now that I know the Chosen Children are here, I must store up enough energy to fight them in this world. PicoDevimon: But if you're too reckless-- Vamdemon: No matter. This world will belong to me in the end.

Once that's settled, Vamdemon's carriage levitates into the air, settling down onto the waiting boat.

The woman from inside the carriage has mysteriously vanished due to a continuity error in the animation. So either she crawled away to safety or she disintegrated into pixel dust.

In the dub, DemiDevimon's getting frustrated.

DemiDevimon: I hate this fog! Master, where are you!? I'm getting mildew on my wings! ...Aha! (Myotismon's carriage rolls up) DemiDevimon: Finally! Sheesh, you couldn't take a cab like everyone else!?

They censor out the woman flopping out of the carriage. This censoring ironically makes the animation flow more smoothly, at the cost of the near-comical realization that Myotismon's been binge-drinking all night.

DemiDevimon: At last! I was starting to worry! Myotismon: Calm down. I went out to have a bite to eat and to get familiar with the city. It is always so difficult to get a good meal when one is away from home. DemiDevimon: You're right! So what do we do next, boss? Myotismon: We are continuing the search for the Eighth Child. The details are of no concern to you! DemiDevimon: Well, as I always say, uh, whatever you say!

The dub drops the context both that we're near dawn and that's why PicoDevimon's worried and also that Vamdemon's hunting has a purpose. Drinking those women is how he's accumulating power for his next confrontation with the Chosen Children. The dub plays it like Myotismon's just hungry, and also he only drank one.

However, I do like how wickedly he describes attacking that woman. Solid vampire-ing right there.

The dub inserts their first commercial break here, separating out Vamdemon's cold open from the start of the episode proper. Good spot for it.

The following morning, Taichi attempts to rifle through his and Hikari's belongings.

It does not go well. The crashing sound from everything in their room exploding at the speed of mistakes brings Hikari in. Also the sound of Taichi screaming in pain and surprise.

Hikari: What are you doing? Taichi: I'm looking for my phone book. The one from first grade. Agumon: Yeah, his phone book. Hikari: Phone book?

Agumon seems to have recovered enough to regain Child-stage last night.

Realizing their mother is out in the kitchen, Hikari steps into the room and shuts the door behind her.

Out in the kitchen, Yuuko's washing dishes while listening to the news for background noise. Staticky amateur footage of Raremon emerging from the bay plays on the TV.

Anchor: Viewers are advised to take caution against the possibility that more of these mysterious creatures could emerge in the future. In other news, two young women from the Nerima and Itabashi districts were found collapsed in the streets last night. They were taken to the hospital to be treated for anemia.

Yeah, the dub got that one right! The women aren't dead. If you wagered that they were then you owe the Americans a cookie.

Incidentally, identifying that second woman as being in Itabashi tells us exactly what route Vamdemon's taking to Shibaura. The floppy woman is a map marker. Here, I've drawn a red circle around Odaiba and a green circle around Shibaura.

Nerima, which is where Hikarigaoka was situated, is in the top left corner of the map here. Itabashi is east-northeast of it. On the other side of Itabashi is the Sumida River, which will take him all the way down to Tokyo Bay. Not the big river but that smaller squiggly one next to it that exits out right in front of Shibaura.

But, in any case, with the boat trucking along while Vamdemon takes shelter from the sun, he'll be in Shibaura well before the next sunset.

More maps to come as we follow the kids' and Digimon's trek through the city today.

While the news is talking about current events, the doorbell rings. Yuuko answers it, then comes back.

Yuuko: Taichi! It's Koushiro-kun! Taichi: Got it!

The dub gives Tai some extra dialogue while he's searching for the phone book.

Tai: Aw, c'mon! Where did I put that thing? (opens drawer) Junk. (opens another) Stuff. More junk. More stuff. Man, I was a messy kid. Can't believe how unorganized I was--AUGH!!! (catastrophe) Kari: (opens door) Whatcha doin'? Tai: Looking for my old phone book. It'll have exactly what I need. Agumon: And I'm helping! Kari: (comes in and closes the door) How come?

I like Tai's "Junk, stuff," exchange. Feels his age, right along with the "I was a messy kid!" from someone who is still a kid. He's getting to be that age where kids become impatient to be considered grown up.

Also, Agumon shouting "I'm helping!" while lying helpless under a pile of stuff got me. XD

Anchor: And now, today's top story: The monsters that are plaguing the city! Still no official comment on where the creatures are from or what they might be after. We will keep you updated throughout the day. Meanwhile, in other news, health officials report young women all over the city are being hospitalized for anemia. No word on whether the cases are connected but doctors are voicing concern that so many seemingly healthy young women are being struck down so suddenly. Yuuko: (checks the door) Tai, it's your friend Izzy! Tai: Coming!

Oh, so that's why Myotismon was late.

Vamdemon attacked two women on his way to Sumida River. Myotismon, I guess, went on a bender. This is even funnier when you remember that they cut the plot point of Vamdemon storing power to fight the Chosen Children. After declaring at the end of last episode that he's going to go deal with the DigiDestined himself, Myotismon then spent all of last night roaming the city randomly drinking women left and right for funsies.

DemiDevimon frantically pacing on the boat wondering where he is. And then Myotismon rolls up like, "Chill out, little bat dude. I had to get my thing on with the ladies, bruh."

Taichi very unsuspiciously smuggles Agumon past Yuuko's peripheral vision, and they head outside to see Koushiro.

Taichi: Yo. Koushiro: Good morning. Ah, Agumon! Agumon: I ate so much, I evolved. Tentomon: (approaches) Mornin'. Taichi: Tentomon! I almost didn't recognize you. Tentomon: Thank you, thank you.

Even the simple way everyone greets each other is dripping with personality.

Tentomon is still wearing his disguise from last episode. Fortunately, wearing a hat and cloak makes it impossible to tell that you're a ladybug monster. In fact, the hat is new, so that's even more disguise power.

This is the same energy as the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles wearing trench coats to keep anyone from ID'ing them as turtle monsters. Some things are universal.

Taichi: It looks pretty good on you. Agumon: Eh... Taichi? Taichi: You want one too? Agumon: (nod) Mm...

This promises to be a disaster.

In the dub, that subtle parallel of greetings is gone.

Tai: Hey. Izzy: Hey, ready to go? Agumon, you Digivolved! Agumon: You bet I did! All I needed was a good meal. Tentomon: Psst! It's me! Tai: Tentomon! Nice disguise, dude! Tentomon: Thanks, Tai. I put it together myself. Tai: Wait 'til Mimi sees you. Agumon: I need one too. Tai: Yeah. Any ideas? Agumon: (nod) Mhm....

Tai is using Mimi as a cudgel to bash Tentomon's disguise passive-aggressively.

The Chosen Children all head to a nearby park to meet up, with varying degrees of disguise for their Partner Digimon. The award for best disguise goes to Mimi and Palmon.

Haha. Hahaha. Hahahahahahahahahaha.

It's kind of perfect because she looks like a young girl pushing her doll around in a baby stroller. That is a form of play that girls are encouraged to do under the rigid gender binary. Mimi Purity/Sincerity Tachikawa: Disguise sensei!?

On their way to the meetup, Koushiro and Taichi briefly discuss Taichi's failures.

Koushiro: Were you able to find the student phone book you had back in Hikarigaoka? Taichi: Uh... Well, y'know... Sora and I were in the same class, so.... Koushiro: (disappointed) You didn't find it, did you?

The children meet up in the park, and the narrator briefly explains the intent of this meeting.

Narrator: All of the Chosen Children were notified that the Eighth Child was spotted last night in Shibaura. Sora & Piyomon: (running to join the others) Good morning! Narrator: In order to discuss what to do about this turn of events, they decided to meet up.

No word as of yet about what happened when Taichi went bird-chasing. I guess by the time he made it out of the complex, the crow he was unknowingly chasing was long gone.

Note: Sora's "Good Morning" is distinct from Koushiro's earlier "Good Morning" in a key way. As Sora and Piyomon are running up, they call out, "Ohayou!" This is a casual way of saying "Good morning" to close friends and family.

What Koushiro said was "Ohayou gozaimasu." The addition of gozaimasu makes the phrase formal and respectful. He greets Taichi as if he were greeting a colleague in the workplace. Which is not a measure of their relationship but of Koushiro, as we spent last episode learning that he's talking like this to his parents too. This is how he is, and has been for as long as we've known him.

(But not as long as they have.)

Both of these greetings, meanwhile, are still more respectful than Taichi's "Yo."

Mimi arrives after Sora, pushing Palmon in her stroller.

Mimi: Palmon, you're heavy. Come out. Palmon: No! You said I have to stay in here, Mimi! Mimi: It's fine now!

Palmon was the one who told Patamon to say nothing when their train pulled into their stop too. Palmon takes this whole disguise thing very seriously.

The dub uses Tai again to snark at Agumon and Tentomon's bad disguises.

Tai: (sarcastic) Yeah, real inconspicuous!

I mean. It works. Nobody stops them to ask about the monsters. So don't knock it.

Izzy: So, Tai, did you find your address book from school? Tai: Oh! Uh... Well, Sora was in my class so I thought we'd just use hers. Izzy: (skeptical) Uh-huh. Couldn't find it, huh?

Izzy and Tai's brief discussion is a straight adaptation with no changes, and then we move on to the meeting. Tai has to fill in for the narrator.

Tai: Alright, listen up, everybody! I called you all here today because... Well... There was nothing good on TV! Matt: Ha ha. Very funny, Tai. Now where are the others? Sora: (runs up) Hey, wait! Don't start without me! (gasps for breath as she reaches the group) Good morning. Tentomon: Okay, so where's Mimi? Izzy: (dismissive) She's probably out buying clothes. Mimi: (pushing Palmon's stroller) Oh, get out and walk! You're too heavy to push! Palmon: Mimi, how's that going to look? I'm supposed to be a widdle baby. Mimi: You just grew up! Now get out!

Bit more context missing here. We lose the explanation that we're meeting up to take next steps now that we know the Eighth Child is in the area. Tai's remark is clearly not meant to be taken seriously; He's goofing off while they wait for the others. But it replaces the actual reason why they're meeting.

Also, (ugh), another sharp comment directed at Mimi for no reason. It's not even a laugh line like Tai's earlier Mimi barb at Tentomon was. Izzy's being pointlessly mean to fill silence. She shows up immediately after he says that.

The gang's all here, save for one conspicuous absence. Mimi, too, has brought her school phone book. You can't see it in this shot but even Takeru has one with him.

While they wait for Jou, the kids chat about what's happening.

Sora: This is turning into a mess, isn't it? Yamato: Ever since I woke up, it's all they've been reporting on TV. Taichi: It's weird, though. Agumon: What is? Taichi: When Agumon and I came back to this world earlier, the Digimon appeared. But back then, only Hikari and I could see them. Now everyone can see them and it's getting media attention. Izzy: It may be because they used Vamdemon's Gate to get here. Yamato: That must be it. If more Digimon use that Gate to enter our world.... Takeru: That would be terrible.

The group collectively imagines Seadramon, Shellmon, Vademon, Devimon, Kuwagamon, Ogremon, and Etemon all attacking the human world.

(In fairness to Seadramon, we started that shit. They were minding their own business when we set them on fire. They do not deserve to be lumped in with the rest of these assholes.)

Mimi: Oh no. Koushiro: That's a likely outcome. Taichi: Then we should hurry up and find the Eighth Child, so we can make sure that doesn't happen! And to save the Digimon World too! Sora: (momentarily taken aback by Taichi's enthusiasm) ...right! Koushiro: Let's do it. Yamato: Yeah. Jou: HEEEEEEEEEY!!!

We should probably also gank Vamdemon while we're at it. He's the lynchpin in the "Digimon coming through the Gate" threat. If he isn't there to unlock it then it can't open.

In the dub, Matt demonstrates that Izzy did not recap them about Raremon.

Sora: Hey, did you guys see it? It was all over the news on TV this morning. Matt: More and more of Myotismon's Digi-bozos are popping up in the city! Tai: And they're very real. Agumon: What do you mean? Tai: The last time we came back, there were Digimon all over the place like now. But only Kari and I could see them. Everyone else walked right by 'em as if they weren't even there. Now even normal people see them and they're on the news and everything. It's like they're really here this time. Izzy: Maybe it's because this time they came through the Gate that Myotismon made. Matt: I don't like it. If they can be seen then they're physically here, and if they're here physically, they can do a whole lot of damage. T.K.: Yeah, like what? (Imagine Spot of attacking evil Digimon and one unfairly maligned sea serpent) Matt: Do I really need to remind you what those evil Digimon are capable of!? Mimi: Creepy! Izzy: Complete systems failure. Tai: Agh, so what are we sitting around here for? We'd better get out there and find that eighth kid if we want to stop these guys. Save the Digi-World and we'll save our own! T.K.: Go Tai! Sora: Uh-huh. Matt: What's the plan? Izzy: Well I've got a theory-- Joe: STOOOOOOOP!!!

Man, Matt woke up on the Captain Obvious side of the bed today. Yes, Matt, we know that they can do damage if they're physically here. They've done a lot of fucking damage thus far. This replaced a salient point that more and more Digimon forces could be moved into the human world through the Gate, meaning the humans could be facing full-scale invasion if Vamdemon wins here.

Sora's momentary shocked Pikachu before hesitantly agreeing with Taichi gets drowned out by T.K. talking over it. It's easy to miss her quiet startlement.

That said, I do like how Tai gives his "It's like they're really here" explanation.

For reference again, the green circle is Shibaura, where Koushiro encountered Raremon last night. The red circle is Odaiba. Shibaura is directly across the bay from Odaiba, connected by the Rainbow Bridge - A huge double-decker suspension bridge allowing both vehicle traffic on one layer and rail transit on the other.

Jou sprints up, finally joining the group.

Jou: HEEEEEEEEEY!!! I had a hard time finding my old phone book! Taichi: Talk about killing the tension.

Now that Jou's here, we can talk about where we go from here.

Koushiro: The Eighth Child should have seen the Digimon with us during the incident in Hikarigaoka four years ago. Also important is the events in Shibaura last night. Mimi: Does that mean the child is living in Shibaura now? Yamato: They might have moved like we did. Koushiro: That's why I think we should split into groups and thoroughly search Shibaura. Yamato: Agreed. Mimi: It's a little hot, but that's fine by me. So what do we do with these phone books? Koushiro: There's a strong chance the Eighth Child is listed in one of them. We should call around and ask if anyone was in Shibaura last night. Jou: ...I start my summer classes tomorrow. I can make my phone calls, but I won't be able to go all the way out to Shibaura. Group: Eh!?!? Taichi: That's low! Jou: I can't help it! I'm studying for my entrance exams!

Education in Japan is a big fucking deal. Jou is about to graduate from elementary school into junior high. The exam he's talking about is to get him into a selective private junior high school, which will put him on track to a higher-paying career in the future.

This is what was so important to Chi-Chi in Dragon Ball that she had Gohan studying for it since he was four years old.

The tests he's studying for may shape the course of his entire life. It's something the other kids won't have to even think about for another year or two, but for Jou it's coming up fast.

In the dub:

Joe: STOOOOOOOP!!! I want to hear Izzy's theory! Don't start until I get there! I love Izzy's theories! Hold on! Tai: Alright! We won't start without you!

Aww, that's sweet.

Izzy goes on to explain his theory - while also getting confused on... basically everything about what we're trying to do here.

Izzy: We've already concluded that when the Digimon attacked four years ago, all of us including the Eighth Child were there. It is also safe to assume that each of us were given Digivices for a reason. Last night, I picked up an unidentified Digivice reading. I think it was the Eighth Child. Obviously, I lost the signal, but it's clear that the Eighth Child was in this vicinity. That's why the monsters are here too. Mimi: Monsters? Worse than snakes! (holding phone book) And this is supposed to help us? I'm lost. Izzy: My conclusion is that the Eighth Child is somewhere in one of these address books. Somehow we have to make a lot of calls and patrol the city for monster attacks at the same time. Joe: Well, I guess I could do some calling, as long as my folks don't find out. But I really gotta do some serious studying, so I won't be able to go on the search with you. Tai: What!? Joe, it's summer! Joe: I'm getting an early start! This year I'm really going to be prepared.

Yeah, this plot point for Joe was turbo-fucked from the get-go. It was going to be difficult to explain why Joe needs to spend all summer cramming for junior high without spending this whole scene explaining the Japanese education system to the American kids at home.

It was gonna be either this or sending Joe to summer school because he failed out of 6th grade. That he ends up looking like a useless flake is the price you pay for culture shock.

The bigger problem is Izzy, who is once again using smart words to be incredibly wrong about the plot. First off, the monsters aren't here. They haven't come to Odaiba at all. The Eighth Child is here because he's so wrong that he wrapped around to being right again. But the monster he encountered was in Shibaura, across the Rainbow Bridge.

Which, second off, is where we're going back to so we can find the Eighth Child. Patrolling the city for monster attacks, Izzy? The monsters aren't attacking random--

...

The monsters except Mammothmon aren't attacking randomly. They're trying to find what we're trying to find, and that's why we keep getting in punch-ups with them.

We do not have the manpower to be running all around Tokyo like Spider-Man looking for rogue Digimon. Nor would that help us find the Eighth Child. There was a plan here. A bad plan, because the Eighth Child is in Odaiba, but a sensible one.

In the wake of Jou bowing out of this mission, Mimi has an idea.

She deposits her phone book in his hands before he even knows what's going on.

Mimi: Then make my phone calls for me, okay? There's my address book from Wakaba Preschool. Jou: Huh!? Yamato: That's a good idea. (places his book on top of Mimi's) Here's mine from Dai-yon Elementary School. I'm counting on you. Koushiro: (places his book on top of Yamato's) It might be good if one of us focuses on making the calls. Sora: He has a point. (places her book on top off Koushiro's) Thank you, Senpai! (Taichi approaches Jou) Jou: N-No, not you too, Taichi! Taichi: Relax. I'm not gonna push my workload on you. Jou: T_T Aww, you're the best guy ever! Taichi: Ehehe.... You don't need to go that far. Sora: (to Koushiro) He couldn't find his phone book, could he? Koushiro: How did you ever guess?

To be fair, it would have been the same as Sora's anyway. So if you think about it, Jou's already doing Taichi's.

There's only one change in the dub: Matt is super aggressive about his line.

Matt: Joe, we're talking about the fate of the world here! If you're going to chicken out then you can call all the names in my book too! Seeya!

I want to say Matt's being his usual English Jerkass Matt but given that Jou's entrance exams have changed to Joe wanting to study for no particular reason, Matt's got the right of it. I'd be pissed too.

The kids take the train across the Rainbow Bridge, giving them a good look at the wreckage in Shibaura.

Taichi: So that mess is from your fight last night.... Yamato: It looks like a disaster zone. Takeru: The Eighth Child is somewhere around there.

However, they're not the only ones closing in on Shibaura. Vamdemon's boat has reached Tokyo Bay. Inside, PicoDevimon is steering it.

PicoDevimon: If I remember right, this is where the Eighth Child was last night.

Both factions race to Shibaura, on a collision course as they seek something that isn't there to find.

The dub lightens up the kids' exchange, taking out the somber tones of the original.

Tai: Whoa, look at all that damage from last night's battle! Matt: And there'll be a lot more too if this goes on. T.K.: We've gotta hurry up and find that Eighth Child! Matt: We will! We're not called the DigiDestined for nothing!

For the dub, this is a hoorah moment of rallying the team for action, rather than a somber moment of reflection on the carnage Kabuterimon and Raremon unleashed upon Shibaura.

Meanwhile, DemiDevimon makes me want to throw things.

DemiDevimon: Master, are we almost there yet!? 'Cause all this water's making me queasy!

Who the fuck are you talking to? He's in the carriage right now. Also, YOU are the one who knows where we're going! He's trusting you to get us there! Oh my god, DemiDevimon.

As the boat passes under the Rainbow Bridge and moves northeast, the fog follows it, blanketing the area in its wake.

See that building with the big spherical structure? That's the Fuji Broadcasting Center in Odaiba. We're going to see quite a bit of it.

Inside, two men gaze out the window at the mysterious weather phenomenon.

Man 1: Look outside. It's foggy. Man 2: I've never seen fog this thick before. I heard there was even snow falling in Tama. What is causing these strange phenomena?

Holy shit, Tama! There was snow in Tama! That must be where their camp was!

...is what you might be thinking, but no. The real-life route they took to return from camp doesn't go anywhere near Tama. It's in the wrong direction from Tokyo entirely.

In the dub, DemiDevimon delivers a silence-breaker as the boat passes under the Rainbow Bridge.

DemiDevimon: Those DigiDestined brats are probably miles away by now!

This is a continuation of his whining, but there's no reason for him to say this. It's a joke, with the irony being that the kids' train is passing over the Rainbow Bridge at the same time his boat is passing under it. But it falls flat because. Like. Why is he saying this joke?

Man 1: Hey look, that fog's coming in again. I've never seen anything like it! Man 2: At the same time, we're having the hottest weather on record! Man 1: And I heard that somebody saw snow falling last night. The ozone layer must be messed up worse than we thought.

The dub also misunderstands where the fog is coming from. Vamdemon and/or his carriage is producing it. It followed him from Nerima through Itabashi and now it's arrived with him at Shibaura.

All of the weather phenomena are being created by those weird Digimon that seem halfway in and out of reality. There's Meramon creating the droughts and Yukidarumon creating the snowfalls. Vamdemon and/or his carriage is producing this fog.

So. No. The fog is not coming in "again". This is the first time it's visited Shibaura.

Good catch on it being hot, though. They changed Mimi's line earlier where she sets up that it's a blazing hot day, so adding that in here lets them compensate for that and still foreshadow the plot-important heat wave.

Vamdemon's carriage departs the boat and moves into Daiba Park. A void in the shape of a grave appears beneath it, and the carriage descends into a dark abyss. There, waiting in silhouette, are Tailmon and her forces.

Let's take a moment to appreciate his choice of venue. Daiba Park is a man-made island named for the daiba for which Odaiba takes its name.

The daiba were gun batteries created in the 19th century to repel invasions by sea. It's a beautiful park now, but Vamdemon's squatting in what is effectively a historic military fort.

Tailmon: We've awaited your arrival! Crowd: Vamdemon-sama!

Tailmon sounds very enthusiastic when she shouts "Vamdemon-sama" but the rest of the crowd is murmuring it with zero energy. That's fair. They're here for the paycheck, not to join a cult.

Vamdemon: (stepping out of the carriage) This is a good place. We will make this our new headquarters.

From there, Tailmon ascends back up to the grassy field. She starts walking, but PicoDevimon calls after her.

PicoDevimon: Where are you off to, Tailmon? Tailmon: Our mission is to search for the Eighth Child. PicoDevimon: Trying to take the credit, huh? That's just like you! Tailmon: (feigning innocence) What? PicoDevimon: It's true, isn't it? I'm the one who found the Eighth Child first. Tailmon: Hmph! Do you really expect the Eighth Child to stick around in one spot? PicoDevimon: If that's what you think, then I'm sure you won't have a problem searching over there instead! Good luck finding them, if you can!

PicoDevimon flies off to get started on his search. As he departs, Tailmon's face contorts into a furious snarl. She was, in fact, trying to steal the credit from him.

Since he caught her red-handed, she gets stuck with the shit work. The "over there" he's referring to is this side of the bridge. He's sending Tailmon to go wander uselessly around Odaiba while he gets to go find the Eighth Child in Shibaura.

There is an irony at play here.

In the dub, there is no lukewarm team cheering of "Vamdemon-sama".

Gatomon: Welcome, oh great one! All is ready. Myotismon: (stepping out of the carriage) Perfect, Gatomon. As always, you have done excellent work. (Gatomon heads up topside) DemiDevimon: Hey whiskers, what do you think you're doing? Gatomon: I don't think. I know why I'm here; I'm finding the Eighth Child. DemiDevimon: That's my job, Furball! I'm in charge here. Gatomon: Yeah, right! DemiDevimon: Listen up, Puss in Boots! Quit sucking up to the Master! "I'm the Master's cute little pet!" GAG ME WITH A FURBALL!!! Gatomon: It's really hard to feel threatened by a bowling ball with feathers. DemiDevimon: Blah blah blah blah. Just keep out of my way! I'm finding that kid, not you, got it! Take a cat nap, kitty litter! HAHA!!! Gatomon: (scowl; thinking) That flappy-winged joker couldn't find water if he fell out of a boat.

Once again, the plot is just... not here in this version of the scene. The plot-specific rivalry of Tailmon trying to steal PicoDevimon's thunder and then accidentally talking herself out of it is gone, replaced by Gatomon and DemiDevimon generically bickering for six lines over who sucks more.

While PicoDevimon and Tailmon split up to scour Shibaura, the Chosen Children do the same.

Koushiro: Does everyone know which areas they'll be covering? Yamato: Yeah. Taichi: Don't worry! Sora: Let's get started!

Going their separate ways, they set out to do the same thing Tailmon's mercenaries are doing: Finding places where kids would be and holding up their Digivice to see if they get any readings.

Taichi and Koushiro buddy up for one team. Exploring the district, they momentarily pass a restaurant.

Agumon: Taichi-- Taichi: No!

They find some kids to scan, but get nothing.

Yamato and Takeru partner up because of course they do. They head down to the harbor.

Takeru: (checking Digivice) They can't be around here. Yamato: Yeah....

Jou starts making phone calls, as agreed.

Jou: Hello? This is Kido. I used to be in your class in second grade....

While Mimi and Sora explore the residential areas, pushing Palmon and Piyomon together in Mimi's baby carriage. It's only big enough for one of them, unfortunately, and the space is causing some hostility.

Palmon: You're smothering me! Why don't you go fly instead, Piyomon? Piyomon: Palmon, you've gotten fatter! Palmon: That's rude! Sora: Don't fight, you two. Babies don't act like this. Mimi: Could the Eighth Child really be around here? Also, it's really hot....

This isn't going well for anybody.

In the dub, it's Tai making the plan as usual rather than Izzy.

Tai: Okay, so we'll split up into pairs so we can cover more of the city, got it? Matt: Got it. Izzy: Let's go! Sora: Good luck everybody!

Fittingly, Koushiro's plan designated each team to a particular place but Tai's plan is just "Split up and go looking."

Agumon: I see food! Tai: Agumon, keep your mind on our mission, okay? (Tai and Izzy scan some kids and get nothing. Meanwhile, down at the harbor) T.K.: Aww, doesn't look like he's down here. That would have been too easy anyway. Matt: Yeah right. (Joe makes some calls) Joe: Hi, I know this is kind of strange but I was in second grade with you.... (Mimi and Sora deal with pushy Digimon Partners) Palmon: Hey! Stop pushing! Biyomon: I am not pushing you! You're kicking me! Palmon: You pushed the line onto my side, you big cheater! Biyomon: I am not a cheater, you're a liar! Palmon: I'm telling! Sora: Knock it off! If you two keep fooling around, someone's going to get hurt. Mimi: I know how they feel. Just walking around in this heat's enough to make anybody cranky. You know what this is, Sora? A big fat drag!

It's pretty much all the same, but longer. Palmon and Biyomon's fight once again demonstrates that Americans are the masters of writing characters behaving like assholes.

Also, we have immediately abandoned the dub's plot. Remember, according to Izzy, we're not looking for the Eighth Child; We're patrolling for monster attacks. That stopped being a thing almost immediately after it was spoken and now we're back on script with the Eighth Child search.

While the kids are out searching, Tailmon is doing the same.

Alright, let's break out the map again. Green circle is Shibaura, where PicoDevimon and the Chosen Children are all hunting the Eighth Child. The black circle is Daiba Park, Vamdemon's base of operations. Tailmon begins her search at Odaiba Beach, which stretches from Daiba Park around to Odaiba Seaside Park; That's the blue circle.

The red map marker below the blue circle is the Fuji Broadcasting Center, in case you're curious where that was.

Fun fact: If you look close enough next to it, you might also see a blue marker labeled "Statue of Liberty". That's exactly what it sounds like. There's like four copies of the Statue of Liberty in Tokyo. That other marker on the other side of the Fuji building is a life-size Gundam statue. Tokyo is just. Like that.

So, we find Tailmon on Odaiba Beach watching the humans have summertime fun.

Tailmon: How peaceful. There's not a chance the Eighth Child is among them.

She departs the beach and moves deeper into the district, entering Odaiba Seaside Park.

At that moment, Hikari too is in Odaiba Seaside Park, searching for her cat. We briefly see Meeko run past before Hikari enters the frame.

Hikari: Meeko! Where are you? Meeko! Where could she be....

Hikari and Tailmon briefly pass one another. Then Hikari stops, looking Tailmon over and studying her more carefully. Tailmon, too, stops to look back at Hikari.

Hikari: Are you one of Agumon's friends? Tailmon: !!! Hikari: You are, aren't you? Tailmon: ...meow! Mrooowr! Hikari: What's your name? Tailmon: Mrowrowr! (runs away) Hikari: Huh? Wait!

Tailmon's rejection leaves Hikari sad, but she doesn't give chase. She's here to look for Meeko, after all. She turns and walks away.

Tailmon V.O.: That girl! How does she know about Agumon!? Could she be the Eighth Child!?

Yeah, that's probably bad. PicoDevimon should have let Tailmon search Shibaura with him.

Over in the dub, Gatomon takes offense at all the fun being had on Odaiba Beach.

Gatomon: What silly creatures! Pea-brained dolts! Laugh it up! When Myotismon is through, you won't be laughing!

Okay? They're windsurfing, Gatomon. Chill out. Unlike the Gatomon and DemiDevimon argument, this doesn't replace much in terms of plot cohesion, but it is another bit of dialogue erased in favor of having the bad guys just spout Bad Guy Speak.

Kari: Meeko! Come back here! Where'd you go? Meeko! (Kari passes Gatomon) Kari: What a funny looking kitty. (stares, slowly realizing) ...hi there. Are you a friend of Agumon? Gatomon: !!! Kari: (cheerfully) Are you one of them? Gatomon: Meow! Meow! Kari: What's your name? Gatomon: Meow! Meow! (runs away) Kari: Wait, don't go! Mm... (isadly walks away) Gatomon (V.O.): So, she knows about Agumon. Hmm... Is it possible this little squirt is the Eighth Child?

It's mostly the same, with one key tonal difference in Gatomon's last line. Tailmon was freaking the fuck out when she realized she might have found the Eighth Child, while Gatomon is calm and contemplative.

Her Cosplay Crest doesn't react, but that's because it reacts to her Digivice as established last episode. She doesn't have that on her.

Once Hikari leaves, Tailmon chases after her in secret. Stalking Hikari all the way home.

Once Hikari gets to the front door, she turns towards Tailmon who's creeping around the corner. Tailmon panics and hides, but she's obviously been seen.

Hikari: Come here! Tailmon: MROOOOOWR!!! (bounds around the corner) Hikari: My mom's out. I'll leave the door open.

Nat 1 on her Stranger Danger check right there.

True to her word, she leaves the door wide open for Tailmon and goes to watch TV. The news is now talking about the mysterious fog that's rolled in over Tokyo Bay.

Reporter: The extreme humidity in the Tokyo Bay area of Odaiba is rare, even for summer. The cause behind it is unknown.

While she's watching, Tailmon creeps into the Yagami home. Studying Hikari carefully, like an actual cat.

No change to Kari's line in the dub, though the news report is a little different.

Reporter: Weather experts can't explain the unseasonable fog. In fact, they have no explanation for any of the bizarre weather conditions we've been having, including this heat wave.

They add in a reminder about the steadily rising temperatures going on in the background of this episode. Though they also seem to think fog can't form in the summer, which isn't so. Summertime fog isn't uncommon in a humid climate like Japan.

You'd think "weather experts" would know how advection fog forms on the Pacific coast. This isn't even a culture thing; The coastal U.S. gets it too, particularly California.

We return to Sora and Mimi, still searching Shibaura while pushing their Partner Digimon in a stroller. Mimi has questions.

Mimi: Why do we still have to do this even though we just got home? Let's take a little break, Sora-san. Sora: Again? Okay, but make it quick.

The girls all sit down at a bench in the shade. Sora, however, still has her eye on the ball, checking a map of the surrounding area and marking it with a red pen.

Mimi: Ahhh. I slept in a soft bed last night with the A/C on. That's when it really sank in: Home is the best. Palmon: The food was great too! Mimi: Yeah! My mom's cooking has never tasted so good. Piyomon: The food at Sora's house was amazing. Sora's mom seems really kind, too. Right, Sora? Sora: (looking up from her map with a smile) You think so? Thank you. Now, back to work.

Sora marks up the map with X's.

Sora: Let's see... hm.... Mimi: She's working so hard (ganbaru). Isn't she hot? Palmon: You two have different levels of endurance. Mimi: ...I'd rather be a delicate girl. Oh! Sora-san! Let's try a place with huge crowds of people! Sora: Huge crowds of people? Mimi: Yes! Over there!

Mimi points to the Tokyo Tower, circled in blue on the map. We're about two miles out from Shibaura right now, albeit two miles of whatever city-combing manhunt pattern we've been making. We're resting in that park right by the tower.

Tokyo Tower is a major landmark for the city. Inspired by the Eiffel Tower - Again, Tokyo is just like that - Tokyo Tower serves two purposes. Its lofty height makes for a fun recreational place to visit, giving people a gorgeous view of the city from its two observation decks. Additionally, the tower has transmitters for broadcasting various network signals, such as those from Fuji TV back in Odaiba.

Even in this brutal heat, Sora remains mission-focused on finding the Eighth Child. Ganbaru wa ne. She's persevering and working hard to push through these conditions. Mimi has trouble relating to that.

In the dub, Mimi's upset because pushing the stroller is hard, which takes the nuance out of her position.

Mimi: I'm not meant for this kind of work! If I ever have a baby, I'm gonna hire somebody to push her around, that's for sure. Hold on, how about a break, okay? Sora: Again? Well, make it quick. (They sit on the bench) Mimi: Ahhhh! Last night, I got to sleep in a soft bed with the A/C cranked up watching my own TV; Wasn't that the best, Palmon? Palmon: Dinner was really something too! Mimi: Wasn't it great? My mom knows all the best takeout places in the city; She never has to cook! Biyomon: Sora's mom made our dinner and it was terrific! Well, all of it except for this kinda green mushy stuff. What's it called? Sora: (looking up from her map with a smile) What? Spinach. Now let's see, where was I...? (Sora resumes marking the map) Sora: Hmm.... Mimi: Would you look at that. She's not even tired. Palmon: You're different. You like to take things easy. Mimi: Finding this kid's harder than finding a good sale. (gasp) Hey Sora, if we really want to find this kid, we should go where lots of people gather. Sora: You thinking of any place in particular? Mimi: Yep! Right there! (points out Tokyo Tower) Besides, we can see the whole city from up there. Really get the lay of the land, you know?

Besides Mimi complaining about pushing the stroller, there are a few other differences. Mimi's mom no longer has fine cooking but instead fine takeout skills; This is presumably to mesh with the dub's characterization of Mimi as coming from extravagant wealth. Though if she's rich enough to shit-talk Cockatrimon's cruise ship, you'd think their family would have a private chef or something instead of ordering takeout.

A subtle difference, but the original exchange with Palmon was about Mimi having low physical stamina; By her admission, she wants to remain that way. She likes being soft and delicate, and doesn't aspire to be a hard, rugged tomboy like Soccer Striker Sora.

This goes along with that other comment the dub didn't bring over, about "Why do we still have to do this?" It's unfair that they finally got to go home but still have to be Digimon World child soldiers.

The dub's version of this has Palmon call Mimi a slacker. Mimi then quips instead of responding to the accusation.

The girls head to Tokyo Tower. Unfortunately, someone else has his eye on this same spot.

One of Tailmon's mercenaries approaches the tower, looking up at it. Then he notices Sora and Mimi entering the building.

The girls take the elevator up to the observation deck, stepping into the refreshing coolness of an indoor environment.

Mimi: Ahhhh, it feels so good! It's great to be in a place with air conditioning! Palmon: I'm coming back to life! Sora: Yeah, I thought as much.

Sora saw right through Mimi's plan, but went along with it anyway. You know, as someone who had to spend weeks without functioning A/C in the midst of a heat wave, I sympathize with Mimi. This is an ironic episode to do right after getting the A/C fixed.

The girls approach the observation window to gaze out at the city.

Piyomon: Sora, that's where your house is, right? Sora: That's right. This is the world we live in.

In the dub, Sora's a bit slower on the uptake.

Mimi: Ahhhh, there! Isn't that better? Nice and cool. I knew this place would have A/C. Palmon: Feels great! Sora: Should have guessed you had an ulterior motive. (The girls go to the window) Mimi: Isn't your house over there? Sora: Yeah. It sure is strange being back in our own world again.

I'm not sure why Mimi knows where Sora lives and can point it out. I do, however, like Sora pointing out that it's as much an adjustment coming home as it was going to the other world. They spent months adapting to life in the Digimon World and now they have to re-adapt to what was once normal.

Or, at least, she does. Everybody handles things differently. By her admission earlier, Mimi has no adapting to do at all. To her, this was a bad disruption to normality that finally ended. I love this implied commentary on their character dichotomy, that Sora got used to the Digimon wilds but Mimi never stopped longing for home.

Then someone else arrives on the observation deck.

Tailmon's mercenary steps out of the elevator, and instantly the room stops being so relieving.

Palmon: Mimi, does it feel a little hotter in here to you? Mimi: Yeah, I guess the air conditioning isn't very strong over here.

The girls move over to directly beneath the A/C vent to escape the sudden pervasive heat.

Palmon: Ahh, a cool breeze. Piyomon: Feels great!

But then the A/C shuts off.

Mimi: (pout) It's getting warmer.... Sora: Maybe the air conditioner broke-- Mimi: (turns her head and notices Tailmon's mercenary) EUGH!? HOW IS HE ABLE TO WEAR A FULL-LENGTH COAT IN THIS SUMMER HEAT!?!? I'm getting hotter just looking at him! Sora: Mimi-chan, he'll hear you! Mimi: It's true though.

Ironically, Mimi is absolutely correct to blame that trench coat man for making her feel hotter, but not for the reason she thinks.

In the dub:

Palmon: Does it feel like it's getting warmer? Mimi: Yeah, it does. Let's move over closer to the blowers, ahaha!

For some reason, they play the A/C shutting down noise on the first shot of the vent, while it's still blowing, instead of the second shot where it shuts down.

(A/C blows fine but makes shutdown noise) Palmon: There, that's more like it. Biyomon: Wonderful! (A/C shuts down silently) Mimi: (pout) What happened to the air? Sora: Hm, maybe this heat wave finally got to be too much for it. Mimi: (turns her head and notices Gatomon's mercenary) EUGH!! Look at that weirdo wearing a coat in this heat! And such an ugly one too! Sora: Hey, Mimi, be quiet! He'll hear you! Mimi: Oh, and what's he gonna do?

Mimi is dripping with personality in this scene. Both versions go hard on their particular Mimi takes.

The man in the trench coat turns around suddenly, facing the girls.

Sora: See, he heard you!

To everybody's surprise, he flames up. Blue flames cover his body, burning away his trench coat and revealing his true identity. Blast! It was another Ninja Turtle trench coat disguise all along! With an actual trench coat!

Sora and Mimi scream when they realize he's here for a fight.

Sora & Mimi: AHHHHHHHH!!! Palmon & Piyomon: A DIGIMON!!!

In full view of the rest of the crowd on the observation deck, Palmon and Piyomon leap from the stroller to face down Tailmon's mercenary.

No change in the dub. But after the mercenary burns off his coat, Mimi helpfully comments:

Mimi: Well, I guess that explains the coat!

XD It sure does, Mimi. It sure does.

Now that the mercenary is raring to fight, the heat turns up so high that Taichi and Koushiro can see it from a distance.

Agumon: I think it just got hotter all of a sudden. Tentomon: I can't believe it.... Koushiro: Tokyo Tower looks like it's bending. Taichi: That's impossible.

The heat around Tokyo Tower is now so thick it's distorting the air.

Taichi: It's true!

He takes out his mini telescope to get a closer look at the tower. Giving him a chance to see Birdramon explode out of the window with Tailmon's mercenary leaping out to pursue her.

Taichi: IT'S A DIGIMON!!!

No change in the dub.

Birdramon kicks off the fighting with an inadvisable Meteor Wing. Her flames strike the mercenary, swirling harmlessly around him. Togemon steps up with Chiku-Chiku Bang-Bang. The mercenary counters, slapping her needles out of the air with his flaming chain and cracking her across the face and knocking her on her ass.

Kabuterimon flies in overheard, ferrying Taichi, Koushiro, and Agumon to the fight. Koushiro pulls up their opponent's information on the Digimon Analyzer.

Koushiro: That's DeathMeramon! He's Perfect-stage!

DeathMeramon is a Perfect-stage Data-type Flame Digimon. Hailing from, you guessed it, the Nightmare Soldiers release, DeathMeramon is the evolved form of Meramon.

Narrator: DeathMeramon. A Perfect-stage Digimon whose body is enveloped in blue flames. His special attack is Heavy Metal Fire.

Not the most informative of rundowns, to be sure.

In the dub, despite having the Digimon Analyzer open, Izzy asks Agumon of all people to deliver the rundown.

Izzy: Explain this to us, Agumon. Just who is this guy? Agumon: He's SkullMeramon. His element is Fire. He's tough and he can sure dish it out!

His element is Fire? What, do we have to keep track of a Pokemon Type Chart now?

Note: I'm just poking fun. Some Digimon video games do in fact have a Pokemon Type Chart, in addition to the Vaccine/Virus/Data triangle. But that hasn't been a thing in the anime up to this point.

DeathMeramon's name was apparently too intense for the censors, despite the fact that we have had usages of "kill" and "die" in the show before. So they swapped it out for SkullMeramon, which is still pretty edgy. But. Like. He has a Jason Voorhees mask; Where does the skull come in?

In any case, I don't know why we're turning to Agumon for this. The Analyzer was added to the show so we could stop leaning on the Digimon for explanations, since they aren't supposed to know much about Digimon from outside of File Island.

As soon as the narrator finishes explaining Heavy Metal Fire, DeathMeramon shows us exactly what that is.

Of note: That's not fire he's breathing. He's spewing liquid metal. It's heavy, it's metal, and it's fire. Kabuterimon evades, but his shot of Heavy Metal Fire lands on a support beam for Tokyo Tower. The glob of burning blue liquid comes to rest on the beam, melting straight through it.

The tower above containing the second observation deck begins to fall. There are probably people in there.

Koushiro: It's falling! Kabuterimon, hold it up!

Kabuterimon's forced to withdraw from the fight so he can hold up the tower and prevent it from falling on the city below. Which he manages successfully. Holy hell, the force of those gossamer wings.

DeathMeramon: I'll burn you all to the ground! Taichi: We won't-- Agumon: --let that happen!

Agumon leaps from Kabuterimon's back, evolving to Greymon to join the fight.

The dub calls SkullMeramon's attack "Metal Fireball".

Tai: The tower's gonna fall on the city! Izzy: Grab it, Kabuterimon! Hurry! (Kabuterimon holds back the tower) SkullMeramon: Don't you know not to play with fire!? Tai: Are you ready!? Agumon: Yeah!

They add a line so that Tai can be involved in the tower support.

The combat banter is all different, but in a way that isn't better or worse than the original. Lateral change.

Taichi and Greymon barrel into the fray and immediately make everything worse.

Greymon lands on DeathMeramon, divekicking him in the chest. When DeathMeramon shrugs that off, Greymon follows up with a Mega Flame. DeathMeramon absorbs the attack and grows twice as large as before, much like Meramon did way back when.

Taichi: He got bigger after absorbing the Mega Flame! Koushiro: He's Perfect-stage. An Adult-stage like Greymon is no match for him.

In the dub:

Tai: Now we've really made him mad! He swallowed that Nova Blast like a hot fudge sundae! Izzy: All it did was make him stronger! Unless Greymon Digivolves again, he's toast!

Is Izzy implying that we need to Super-Evolve because of the buff? Because we don't. We needed to Super-Evolve from the beginning, and the buff only made things worse.

The dub hilariously picks here for Hey Digimon. A point in the fight in which Greymon achieves nothing and gets dunked on. They make the weirdest choices in how they use that ditty.

Errors have been made. Avoidable errors if Taichi wasn't so reckless and had paid attention when Koushiro talked. Greymon Super-Evolves to MetalGreymon and continues to struggle against the now buffed up DeathMeramon.

MetalGreymon and DeathMeramon throw themselves into a grapple. But in his buffed up state, DeathMeramon's strength wins out, forcing MetalGreymon to his knees.

Birdramon and Togemon return to the fight. Birdramon strafes by DeathMeramon, pulling his attention while Togemon rushes him from behind. Unfortunately, he's on fire, so this backfires in hideous and predictable ways.

Togemon: (charging in) TOGEMOOOOOOOOOON!!! (DeathMeramon moves slightly backwards and strikes her with his back, engulfing her in his flames; Togemon runs screaming) Mimi: Togemon! Get a hold of yourself!

Even Mimi's yelling at them for how bad that plan was. Maybe we should have a Pokemon Type Chart to drill into everyone's' skulls. Everybody is fucking up today.

Sadly, Dub Togemon does not scream her own name as a battle cry moments before being hilariously shitstomped.

Togemon: Lightspeed Jabbing! (SkullMeramon moves slightly backwards and strikes her with his back, engulfing her in his flames; Togemon runs screaming) Mimi: Watch out! This guy is scary!

It's not nearly as funny.

While Togemon KO's her own goddamn self, DeathMeramon lands a direct hit of Heavy Metal Fire on Birdramon's center mass, knocking her from the sky.

The distraction, however, buys MetalGreymon the time he needs to get up into the air and out of close combat. By. Uh. Flying? I guess he can fly with those tattered wings of his.

MetalGreymon fires his Trident Arm at DeathMeramon. DeathMeramon jerks aside and wraps his chain around it as it passes, so that when it retracts, he now has a grapple around MetalGreymon.

DeathMeramon: I've caught you! HEAVY METAL FIRE!!!

MetalGreymon twists sideways in the air to dodge the attack.

MetalGreymon: Who caught who now? DeathMeramon: What?

MetalGreymon spins in the air, using the leverage from the chain to yank DeathMeramon off the roof of the observation deck and hurl him up into the air. There, he lets off his Giga Blaster, obliterating DeathMeramon with two direct hits.

The dub adds a taunt to MetalGreymon's attack.

MetalGreymon: Hey! Up here, bucket of bolts! MEGA CLAW!!!

Uh. Pot, meet kettle? DeathMeramon isn't even a cyborg. He just has a spooky face.

No other change in the dub.

While all this fighting is happening at Tokyo Tower, something else is going down in the Yagami home.

Hikari is still watching the news, with Tailmon lurking around the corner of the couch.

Reporter: According to eyewitness reports, kaiju have been spotted fighting with each other. Tailmon: (thinking, kinda freaking out) She is definitely not an ordinary child! I should kill her now! Reporter: Speculation has arisen that this may be connected to the kaiju uproar that occurred yesterday.

Tailmon hops up onto the back of the couch and creeps up on Hikari. She raises her sharp, gloved claw to strike.

Hikari: (turns around and holds out her hands) Come here.

Tailmon is so startled that she loses her balance and falls off the back of the couch.

Losing all of her nerve, she turns around and heads for the door.

Hikari: You're leaving? But you'll come back, right?

Tailmon breaks into a four-legged sprint to get out of there as fast as possible.

Tailmon: I can't act when I have no proof that she's the Eighth Child! Narrator: At this time, Tailmon had yet to realize that this girl, Yagami Hikari, would soon hold special meaning for her.

Spoilers, narrator. Fuck. Why are you like this?

In the dub:

Reporter: While the clash of the monsters caused extensive damage to the tower, no casualties were reported. Gatomon: (thinking) She isn't so bad, for a human. Better company than some Digimon, that's for sure. Reporter: But fear is in the air and there's a general feeling of public unrest. (Gatomon climbs up on the couch and stealthily approaches Kari, holding out her claw to strike) Gatomon: (thinking) Still, orders are orders and I'm not gonna be the one who lets the Eighth Child get away. Kari: (turns around) Hi! Gatomon: HUH!?!? Uhhhhhhhhhhh.... Kari: (holds out hands) C'mere! (Gatomon falls off the back of the couch, then gets up and starts to leave) Kari: Are you going already? But you'll come back again, right? (Gatomon flees at the speed of panic) Gatomon: Her sweetness makes me lose my edge. But I'll be back and next time, I'll be ready for her! Reporter (V.O.): While no one knows where these monsters are from or why they're here, it's clear the Earth is at some sort of crossroads. The question is, down which road does our destiny await?

Credit where it's due, the use of the reporter to stand in for the narrator and deliver some genuinely ominous parting comments? Inspired. I love it.

Gatomon remains cool and composed compared to Tailmon's panic attack, but it remains clear that Kari is a chink in her malevolent armor. I like Tailmon's more emotional performance better, but as I said about Mimi in the observation deck, both of these scenes make great use of their respective interpretations of the character.

The episode ends here and I have absolutely no idea how we're going to repair Tokyo Tower. I bet it stops being a problem between episodes. That seems likely.

Assessment: Taichi again shows up to steal Mimi's thunder because we're holding off on letting Palmon hit Perfect. I thought this was the episode. Tragic.

It felt like they were going somewhere when Mimi and Palmon were comparing her relationship with her femininity to Sora's. Like this was going to be Sora and Mimi's episode to explore their differences. But then they fucked off once the fighting started so Taichi could be the rockstar.

That's disappointing. Nothing happening from a plot perspective is the point; Everyone's searching the wrong area. Given that, it's good to have an episode where nothing can happen. The funniest thing in the episode is when PicoDevimon punishes Tailmon for trying to get a head start on him by banishing her to where the Eighth Child actually is.

But it also feels like nothing happened from a character perspective, which is more damning. Sora and Mimi had a chance to have an interesting side adventure and learn about each other. But they didn't. They got hot and then went up Tokyo Tower. That is all they got to do.

So this one kinda sucks? It's pretty good while the story is moving all the characters into Shibaura, but the back half of the episode comes off like filler to give Hikari and Tailmon's plot time to transpire.

And the dub isn't any better. It screws up multiple times at explaining the plot as we're getting the characters into Shibaura.

I understand that they weren't going to be able to explain the geographic elements of this episode but they could at least have compensated. Yeah, kids won't know which side of the Rainbow Bridge is which, but they've said the kids are in Odaiba in the past. DemiDevimon could say something like, "Shibaura is mine! You can go search Odaiba."

But they didn't bother. This one isn't great in either version.

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