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Jimmy Uso xOC(Kia) One-Shot

What happens when Jimmy pushes his girlfriend Kia too far and she has to remind him just who the hell she is.

Ok! We missing you Jimmy! Come on back home now,sir!

Jey's House

Pensacola, FL

“That shit is embarrassing Jimmy, and I’m tired of it.”

“I ain’t did shit, I been chillin’ all night, Kia.”

“I seen the way that bitch been looking at you all night and I don’t like the way you were lookin’ at her either Jimmy.” The argument in Jey’s driveway getting more heated by the second with his nonchalant attitude.

“Look, I ain’t wit her no more, I’m wit you, and can’t nobody fuck dat up but you,” Jimmy said as I restrained myself from punching his cocky ass.

“Really, you smug son of bitch… Can’t nobody fuck it up but me? You know what? You got me fucked up; I don’t need you!”

“Look you know I ain’t mean it, I’m a lil drunk,” Jimmy said trying to reach for my hand.

“The exact reason we need to leave. I ain’t trying to act a fool in front of ya’ll coworkers but I will. I will set this motherfucka off and apologize to Jey tomorrow, keep playin’ with me.” I hissed moving so he couldn’t touch me.

“Kia, I ain’t playin’ baby, let’s just go back to the party. We can talk about this when we get home, even better we can just crash here,” Jimmy said as I nodded.

“Sure bae, go enjoy yourself, I’ll just follow your lead.” The joy and relief in his face made me roll my eyes. He has no idea of the lesson I’m about to teach his ass.

Walking quietly back inside, the party was in full swing. Jimmy went straight over to Jey, Sefa and Joe while I went in search of Jey’s wife Tiffany.

Jimmy’s POV

“Twin, everything straight?” Jey asked as I nodded. “Yea, just Kia pissed bout Jessica being here.”

“Well, I didn’t invite her, she came as Cassie’s plus one.”

“You think I believe you?”

“I really don’t give a fuck if you don’t, and this ain’t about me. This is about you not knowing when you got a real one rockin’ wit yo’ dumb ass. So fix yo’ face, before I kick it in,” Jey said casually fixing himself a drink.

“Hell, she got a real one too, fuck you mean?” I scoffed, getting irritated with everybody trying to control me.

“You ain’t actin’ like one, hell my ex would neva. I let it be known, I’m married and you ain’t fuckin’ up my happy home.”

“Even if Jey did invite her, the problem is you didn’t send her ass on her way when she came over here flirtin’ wit you,” Sefa said as I threw my hands up in the air in frustration.

“Damn, everything my fault. I ain’t did nothing, and I didn’t respond to the shit she was sellin’.” I refused to see the problem in speaking to people.

“Not telling her you wit somebody and to get the fuck on makes it yo’ fault,” Jey said as Jessica was once again coming towards us.

“If you don’t tell dat girl to get the hell on, Kia need to break up wit yo’ ass.” Sefa’s words pissing me off.

“Damn, I can’t talk to people, it ain’t like I’m trying to fuck!”

“Hey Jimmy, I hope Kia didn’t get mad, I wasn’t trying to cause any problems. I mean we still can be friends,” she said as I smiled at her.

“You dumb as fuck,” Jey whispered as I frowned at his him. I felt like everybody was trippin’ for no reason.

“Aye, you wanna dance?” I asked as Jessica smiled.” I thought you’d never ask.”

“You a dumbass,” Sefa said shaking his head. “Yea, Kia gon’ hurt yo’ ass and I’mma let her,” Jey adding his two cents in only made me ignore them. “Let’s get it girl.”

“You gon' get it alright, a straight cap in your ass. Keep playin’ with dat girl.”

“Shut up, Jey, I’m grown.”

Kia’s POV

Oh, so he just gon’ ignore what I said, and think it’s ok. Drunk ass trying to piss me off. Jimmy’s eyes focused on me as Jessica danced up on him.

“I’mma need you to breath Kia, I know how you get.” Tiffany said as I smiled at her.

“That girl ain’t no competition, he’s pissed and trying to piss me off thinking I’m trying to control him. He used to the women he dated letting him do what he wants but that’s not me. I will be by myself first; I don’t care how good the dick is.” Tiffany looked at them on the dance floor shaking her head in disgust.

“So, what you gonna do? You know we don’t fight over no men; we are too classy for that? Now beating his ass… Justified.”

“Nah, I’m cool, I’m just going to enjoy my night,” I said smoothing down my dress, pointing to our fellow coworker and ex-Carmelo Hayes who winked at me.

“Kia, you know Jimmy gon’ flip his shit if he sees you talking to that man,” she said with wide eyes.

“What’s good for the goose is good for the gander,” I said waving back at Carmelo. “Bitch, I love you!” she screamed nudging me as Carmelo made his way towards us. “Shh, here he comes.”

Now Carmelo and I dated for a brief time when I was in NXT, but we broke up when I got called up to the main roster. The distance was too much, and we both agreed it was best to go our separate ways.

“Hey beautiful, it’s been a minute,” Carmelo said giving me a hug. “I know, and I’m sorry handsome.”

Our embrace, intimate and familiar as his hands caressed my lower back. “Damn, you lookin’ good, Ma and smellin’ good. Gon’ give me a lil spin for old time’s sake,” he whispered in my ear before pulling away and licking his lips.

I swear I almost dropped to my knees right then and there and with an inaudible moan, I granted his request. I was playing with fire, but Jimmy had better shape up because sometimes old habits die hard, especially when they look like Melo.

“Ouuu, somebody mad.” Tiffany teased as I chuckled. “What’s up wit yo’ boy?” Carmelo asked pointing at Jimmy. His smile long gone, he was pissed and trying to figure out why Carmelo was talking to me.

I knew that look all too well, and Jessica was just standing there looking lost as always, trying to be relevant.

“Ignore him, I’mma teach his ass a lesson.”

“I just can’t believe he approached me at smackdown but keeps fumbling you, typical Jimmy,” Carmelo said as I looked at him strangely.

“What are you talking about?” Tiffany asked intrigued.

“When I got drafted to smackdown he paid me a visit,” he said casually as my eyes widened. “What!..... Why?!”

“He told me to stay away from you because you were his lady. I can’t tell though, cause’ he playin’ games with you. Ain’t no way I got you on my arm and I’m entertaining another woman.”

“Carmelo, he’s drunk and trying to piss me off.” I said as Carmelo scoffed. “Still ain’t no excuse.”

“Ya’ll wanna go somewhere quiet and catch up before the warden comes?” Tiffany asked, pointing at Jimmy who had left the dance floor and was now talking to Jey.

Jey was laughing at the uncomfortable look on Jimmy’s face as he pointed in our direction, talking to his brothers and straight seething.

The shake of Sefa’s head and the smirk that followed, made me chuckle. I bet Jimmy was over there talking pure nonsense and losing his shit in no particular order.

I knew him, and what wouldn’t I give to be a fly on the wall over there right now. “Nah, we straight right here, I want him to see his future if he keeps playin’ with Kia. All bets are off, and I’m comin’ for what was mine in the first place,” he said as I gulped.

He always was very vocal about his wants, and I loved that about him. I also loved how he didn’t play about me, even now. “Now Melo-”

“What I’m being honest, you know I’ve always loved you, Kia.” Suddenly a familiar hand caressed my lower back before I could respond.

“Hey, how you doin’ Melo?” Jimmy asked pulling me close as Tiffany cleared her throat.

“Oh, I’m good, just lettin’ Kia know how special she is. You should try it sometime instead of entertaining your ex.” I felt Jimmy tense next to me at his words.

“Ah shit,” I heard Jey whisper, stepping beside Tiffany and putting his arm around her. His ass was just trying to be nosey; I don’t know who he thought he was fooling.

“Kia knows she special, I tell and show her every day. So, you can move along and find somebody else woman to aggravate,” Jimmy seethed as I pushed him away.

“I can’t tell, you’ve spent the night playin’ these childish games and up on that ditzy bitch.”

“See, I told yo’ stupid ass.” Jey muttered. “Jey, now ain’t the time a’ight.” The frustration and shock very apparent on his face.

“Carmelo, can you take me home? Maybe can watch a movie and catch up.” Hearing the low rumble and kiss of his teeth, I knew Jimmy was mere seconds from exploding.

Phase one and two complete, throw him off his game and establish you don’t need his ass. You choose to deal with him and having you in his world is a privilege. At any moment he can be replaced.

“He ain’t takin’ you nowhere, what the fuck you doin’, Kia?”

“Getting outta your way for you to do you, and I’m about to go do me.” I said continuing to look at Carmelo as he caught on quickly winking at me.

He knew once I went to get my things, I wouldn’t be returning but he was going to get one last shot in at Jimmy.

“I would love to take you home and see what the night holds for two old friends,” he said giving me a wink. I love a good team player that knows how to read the room and play his role perfectly.

“Good, let me get my coat and purse.” The pure shock on Jimmy’s face as I ignored him heading upstairs almost made me laugh.

“Aye, we ain’t done talking Kia, and you ain’t going nowhere with him,” Jimmy said slightly raise his voice following behind me.

“I’ll be waiting, Kia.”

“She won’t be comin’ back down tonight. She’s goin’ to bed, so you can take yo’ ass on.”

“I thought I made it clear; Carmelo is taking me home.”

“The fuck he is!” Jimmy shouted catching the door before it slammed in his face. “Aye, you ain’t going nowhere wit him, if anything we stayin’ here tonight cause we both been drinking,” Jimmy said locking the door behind him as I rolled my eyes, grabbing my purse and coat.

“Boy, you’ve done enough for tonight, don’t start acting sober now, move!” I yelled, pushing at his chest as he refused to move.

“Stop playin’ wit me Kia, you ain’t goin’ wit him,” Jimmy said going to put his drink down on the dresser.

Quickly I pulled the condom out my purse, hiding it in my hand.

Thank you, Vivica fox, I silently praised in my mind. I was ready to see him lose his shit cause’ he gon’ learn to stop playin’ wit me.

“Look, I’m leaving ok. Carmelo is just going to take me home and you can stay here and sleep it off. Just come by my house when you sober up,” I said once again trying to go around Jimmy, but he backed me up against the wall.

His breath hot on my neck as I tossed the condom on the floor, making it seem as if fell out of my purse. His wide eyes as he saw the condom falling was thing of beauty.

“What the fuck?” Jimmy uttered looking down at it for a few seconds before looking back at me in disbelief and anger.

Yea….He’s pissed…Sighing dramatically, I attempted to reach down and pick it up, but Jimmy firmly grabbed me by the arm, holding me in place.

“Let go of my arm, Jon.”

“Nah, don’t Jon me right now, stay yo’ ass right there.”

Pushing him away, I leaned against the wall crossing my arms. His powerful primal gaze slowly igniting my fire as he stared into my soul….

Yep…..He gone, gone now.

“What the FUCK you got a condom for Kia?!” he asked reaching down to pick it up as I smirked quietly to myself…. Got ya.

“You hear me talkin’ to you Kia?” His heated gaze bouncing between me and the condom still on the floor. I chose not to answer knowing it was pissing him off more.

“Woman, don’t make me ask yo’ ass again. What the fuck you got a condom for?!”

Woman?......Woman?.... Oouu, he big mad now, and I wanted him to be.

Quickly, I slipped back into my role of the tired, frustrated girlfriend as Jimmy angrily stood up and held the condom in front of my face.

“Give it back, Jimmy!” I snapped, reaching for it as he moved his hand.

The prominent scowl on his face turning me on. Damn, this was going to be intense as fuck, and I couldn’t wait. “Answer me Kia, why you got a condom, and we don’t use them?”

“Nothing, I just always carried one in my purse. It’s no big deal,” I said shrugging my shoulders as Jimmy growled, grasping my chin.

Phase three initiated cloud his mind with jealousy, then make him beg for it.

“So, you plannin’ on fuckin’ him, huh?” He asked, the raw passion building between us. Rolling my eyes, I snatched the condom back and put it in my purse.

“Everyone ain’t like you, flirting with their ex, Jimmy. Hell, I thought you had plans to take her home tonight instead of me since she was bouncing her flat ass on your dick all over the dance floor .”

“Stop playin’ with me Kia and answer the question. You plannin’ to lay down for him ain’t you?”

“Lay down for him?....Lay?......Now Jimmy, we both know that I do my best work on top,” I teased. The growl that escaped his lips making my pussy wet, I could almost feel him deep inside me now.

“I’mma kill this mothafucka.”

FINISH…. HIM

“Read my lips, Jimmy! The condom just fell outta my purse, it don’t mean I’mma use it, damn!” I said with an attitude, pissing him off even more.

“Nah, I ain’t stupid, you tryin’ to give him some pussy….My fuckin’ pussy at dat,” Jimmy said raising his voice as I fought to control my breathing.

His Pussy?

Ok, I couldn’t lie, I was loving this new possessive side to him. My pussy was a straight quivering mess, but I had to teach him a lesson.

“Ain’t nobody trying to do nothing, but if I was, it would be my business. It’s my damn body, not yours.”

“Your business?... Your body?... Is you crazy, Kia?”

“I said what I said, and I meant it. I can do what I want to do with my body.” Damn, that infamous Uso scowl now on full display.

“Oh, it’s your body now, huh?”

“Yea, it’s my body Jonathon.” I felt his body twitch against mine as his real name fell from my lips. He was so turned on and pissed off, he didn’t know if he was coming or going.

“Well, just this morning you told me every inch of you was mine. Couldn’t stop screaming that shit, tellin’ me how dat pussy belonged to me and only me,” he gloated, licking his lips and caressing my hips.

“Oh, well that was my complementary customer service voice, don’t’ read too much into it.”

“What the fuck dat mean?”

“You put in some good work this morning, and I wanted to boost you up a little. But at the end of the day, no matter how good you lay pipe I ain’t gon’ be disrespected how you did tonight.”

“Kia-”

“Nah, I done caught your act all night, and I ain’t in the business of keepin’ a man that wants to entertain other bitches and don’t want to be held down by a real one woman.”

“Kai, you know this type of stuff new to me.”

“Yea, cause’ your used to having your way because of who you are, but not with me.” I finished as he sighed. “Matter of fact you ain’t gotta be with me if that’s the type shit you wanna to do.”

“I ain’t never said I didn’t want to be wit you. I love yo’ ass….. You know I’m yours, stop trippin’,” Jimmy frowned.

“No, you stop trippin’, I told you from the beginning that I ain’t like them bitches you had in the past. I don’t share Jimmy, now move so Carmelo can take me home,” I said as Jimmy frowned.

“You still on dat shit? I done told you, he ain’t takin you no fuckin’ where. Don’t make me go downstairs and beat his ass, stop playin’ wit me forreal.”

“Jimmy-”

“He gon’ be waiting till twin throw his ass out cause’ it ain’t happening. You ain’t leavin’ with him, Kia.” Jimmy said trying to put his foot down, taking off his shirt.

Oh, so his plan of attack is to dick me down to shut me up. No sir, Ryder is about to take control of this rodeo.

“I ain’t gotta do shit, and with the way you acted tonight, I don’t love you,” I said knowing it was a lie, and was only adding fuel to the fire.

“Oh, so you don’t love me, and you ain’t mine no more?” Jimmy asked, almost daring me to repeat what I had just said.

“I didn’t stutter Jimmy, now just go back downstairs and keep playin’ with Jessica.” The space between us nonexistent now as Jimmy pressed his body firmly against mine. I was fighting for dear life to not purr feeling his hard dick against me.

“You just have to have the last fuckin’ word.”

“And do, now move, I got somewhere to be.”

“Kia, we ain’t leave this gotdam room until we get this shit straight. So, I’mma ask you again. You ain’t mine?” he asked again in disbelief, his voice husky and smooth, clouding my judgement, but I remained strong.

He knew I was full of shit, but I wasn’t about to abandon this mission. “No….I’m not yours.”

“Then tell me something if you ain’t mine, Kia?”

“What Jimmy?” I asked his sexy inviting smirk making me weaker by the second. I knew this game between us was about to go into sudden death overtime when he opened his mouth, and licked his middle and forefinger.

The simple, yet sexy display held me captive, as I anticipated his next move, and he knew it.

Come, on Kia snap out of it….

The sensual eye fucking we were engaging in grew more intense by the second. Nudging my legs apart, he finally slipped his hand under my dress as I gasped, a sly smile adorning his face. I could only look away as he chuckled, then groaned at the realization that I didn’t have any panties on.

“Look at me Kia, and tell me you ain’t mine,” he demanded, caressing my bare already wet pussy with his fingers.

“Not yours,” I gasped, his lips grazing the column of my neck.

“That shit turn you on when I say it don’t it? When I tell you that you mine and this my pussy,” he whispered, my heart racing as he licked his lips.. Damn I couldn’t speak.

“Yea, dat shit get you wet as fuck don’t it, Ma?” His deep raspy voice asked as I trembled against him in anticipation but tried to play it off.

“W-What you talkin’ bout Jimmy?” The tremble in my voice exciting him. He knew he had me, but not for long.

“It’s ok, I got you, we both know this pussy all mine. I ain’t even really touched you yet, and you fuckin’ soakin’ wet,” Jimmy groaned, teasingly rubbing his fingers against my clit.

A husky moan fell from my lips as I bit my lower lip trying to restrain myself. “Then you been walkin’ round all night in wit no panties on? You know what dat shit do to me, Ma.”

I could only moan as the same two fingers were now curling up against my g-spot. Slowly I began riding his fingers as Jimmy continued talking his shit.

“Answer me? If this ain’t my pussy, why she already creamin’ and ready to handle all this curve.”

Though he was right, he was no pun intended too cocky and needed to be taken down a peg or two.

Phase four is now in progress… Time to make his ass remember just who the fuck you are.

“Prove it,” I whispered, Jimmy’s eyes darkened, my gentle giant long gone as he removed his fingers, anxiously gripping me by my thighs as I wrapping them around his waist.

“Nah, you prove me wrong,” Jimmy challenge, lowering his sweatpants and entering me swiftly as we both groaned in pleasure.

“You ain’t said nothin’ but a word,” I moaned capturing his lips in a passionate deep kiss, slowly grinding. A primal growl escaping Jimmy’s lips as he submitted to his fate. He loved it when I took control.

“Put your arms on the wall and leave them there.” Not needing to be told twice, Jimmy did as instructed. Clasping my hands behind his neck, we continued to get lost in each other as our bodies moved in sync but make no mistake I was in control, and I was about to let his ass know it.

“Fuck, Kia,” Jimmy moaned against my lips, buckin’ his hips. “Nah, don’t move, this my show,” I gasped, licking his ear, beginning to bounce on his dick harder. He was fighting an internal battle within himself to let me have control or lose all control.

“Shit, don’t stop..Yea….Ride dat dick.”

“You’ve been so bad tonight Daddy, I outta stop,” I teased licking and nibbling on his neck, his arms shaking against the wall as I worked him into a frenzy. My pussy welcoming him deeper with each methodical bounce, and swirl of my hips. Our moans of pleasure filling Jey’s guestroom.

“Shit, listen to my pussy, fuck,” Jimmy groaned as we shared a searing kiss, our tongues engaging in a passionate dance as I bounced faster, and harder.

The squelching sounds of my pussy giving new meaning to the words WAP as my essence coated Jimmy’s dick, and our thighs as our bodies met in a dance for control.

“Hell yea… Just…. Like….. That….. Fuck, you so tight, I’m tryin’ not to nut. Shit, you feel so good,” he moaned becoming weaker as I pulsed around him.

“Mmhm, I know and what you need to tell me, Daddy?” I moaned, kissing and nibbling on his lips knowing the lethal combo drove him nuts.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Ma. Shit, just don’t stop.”

Go in for the kill Kia!

Moving my kisses to his neck, I moaned in victory hearing Jimmy’s groans of pleasure as I began sucking and nibbling on his neck. “This what you wanted?” I groaned swirling my hips meeting his thrusts as he growled.

“Mmhm, fuck yea, do dat shit. Can’t nobody do it like you, girl.” he praised as I smirked against his neck, his knees almost buckling from pleasure.

“So why you playin’ wit me then?” I moaned, chasing my nut and ridin’ him like Ciara told us in her song. This room is my circus, and I run this shit.

“Uh, sh...Shit!” Jimmy groaned as I rode him to the brink but refused to give him release. “Mmhm, what do you need to say? I’m waitin’,” I taunted slowing down as he growled knowing he was losing the battle. His resolve slipping with each strategic bounce of my hips.

“Kia, shit, I’m sorry, you know it’s just you. Fuck you feel so good, listen to my pussy.”

“Yea, she drownin’ dat dick real good ain’t she?”

“Hell yea and I love it.”

“She don’t share though; can you handle that? Are you sure it just me you want because I’m selfish, Jimmy?” I teased slowing down once again as he hissed.

“Mmm, come on you know you my girl…..My only girl, Kia.” He moaned as I gasped feeling him getting harder. “I don’t know, you been actin’ funny,” I gasped feeling my orgasm building even more.

“Bae, I’ll straighten up, just let Ryder come out n play. I’ll be good from now on baby, fuck, I need her so bad,” he pleaded as I moaned at his words. “You want Ryder to come out n play baby?”

“Yes, I need her.” Not needing to be told twice I adjusted myself bracing one hand on the wall and the other arm around his neck.

Our desperation to get closer to each other clouding our judgement as with ease I used the wall as leverage, riding him. “Shit, there’s Ryder.”

“Uh huh, she’s here, Daddy….. Now keep your hands on the wall and bend your knees a little.”

“Oh shit!” Jimmy groaned at the new and deeper position, watching me with low hooded eyes.

“You gon’ stop playin’ wit me?”

“Yes, I ain’t gon’ disrespect you again,” he declared as I leaned down capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. “Shit, you better not,” I groaned relishing in the feeling of us being one.

“Fuck, Ryder….Get yo’ dick….Yea, ride dat shit.” The low growl in his throat as he met my thrusts, was turning me on even more. I felt like I was on fire from the inside out and I was about to explode.

“I feel it, Ma, give it to Daddy. I’m bout to nut too,” Jimmy moaned almost reading my mind.

“Fuck! You feel so good, but I swear If you ever do some shit like what you did tonight again, I’m done.” I gasped wrapping my other arm back around his neck, bouncing with wild abandon up and down on his dick.

“I got you, oh fuccck. I g-got you,” he declared as I felt his thighs tighten even more. “You betta have me,” I groaned, nipping at his lower lip before his lips devoured mine. Taking my breath away.

I knew I had to be sure he understood as it took everything within me to stop kissing him. “Mmm, tell me what you gon’ do Jon?” .

“Shit, I ain’t gon’ do nothin’ wrong no mo. I ain’t losing you, I’mma make it right, I promise bae,” he groaned as I smirked in victory claiming his lips once again. His body trembling against mine as our tongues battled for control. “Mmm, you win Ma,” he moaned finally surrendering all to me as I smiled against his lips.

“Yea, that’s what I thought,” I gloated, his desperate moans music to my ears as with each bounce I pulsed around his dick rendering him helpless and trying to fight what was about to come.

“Shit! Wait not yet Kia,” he pleaded as I chuckled ignoring him. He was trying so hard to not cum but I knew it was game over for him and myself.

“Nah, you wanted Ryder, now you got her. Now get this nut.”

“Fuck, gon' do dat shit then, I’m yours,” he moaned as I purred. “I’m yours too, but can’t nobody fuck dat up but you,” I moaned throwing his words back in his face.

“I ain’t baby, I promise, fuck you finna nut,” he groaned.

“Yeaa, you feel it don’t you..I’m bout to nut real good on my dick...It is mine right?"

“Fuck, you know it's yours. Come on Kia, fuck, I need you so bad," Jimmy pleaded as his breath hitched, as sweat gathered at his brow.

“Mmhm, and when I squirt on it, you betta nut in yo’ pussy like you ain’t neva nutted before,” I demanded arching against him, relishing in him being so deep inside me as I came throwing him into his own mind-blowing end.

“Yeess, fuck….Damn, you drive me crazy, but I love yo’ ass,” Jimmy gasped, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close as we came down off of our mind blowing high.

I started to say something smart because he moved his hands off the wall without permission, but it felt so good to be wrapped up in his powerful arms, that I just decided to be truthful.

“I love you too, very much but stop taking me for granted.”

“I got you, Ma…It ain’t gon’ happen again.”

“It better not, or Ryder gon’ have to find another man who appreciates her.”

“The hell you say…We locked in Ma, I done told you that. I swear from now on, I’mma be blockin’ them birds like the matrix. I ain’t fuckin’ up what we got for noboby. I ain’t finna lose you, I love you, Kia.”

“I love you too and I’m glad you finally see things my way, Jonathon.”

“I do and, in a minute, you bout to see shit my way too. Fuck, I can’t wait to tie yo’ ass to this bed and have my way wit you.”

“Oouu, promise,” I chuckled as he growled carrying me to the bed.

“Yea, I promise, but first I need a nap. You know what Ryder does to me,” he whispered as I settled in his arms chuckling in victory.

“Yea, I know baby, but you love her anyway.”

“Damn fuckin’ right I do but I love Kia Johnson even more,” he whispered against my lips as I sighed in contentment.

“And I love you, Jonathon Fatu.”

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scorpioriesling · 6 months ago

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So American

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Pairings: Rhysand x reader

Warnings: this is so fluffy oh my

Summary: Rarely do you get to go back to the continent to visit what you once called “home”, and when you do, your newly discovered mate is happy to accompany you — and learn some of the things that make you who you are (a human), as you’ve already learned things about what it is liek to be fae.

SR’s Note: Bare with me guys… this inspo came from Olivia Rodrigo’s song and I was getting all the giggly, feet kicking vibes. I wanted this one to be about Rhys, and the “continent” in this fic is just going to have to be America because it fits the theme I’m rockin with this time pls ENJOY <3 I apologize for how short it is lol

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"And you... ride them for fun?" You glance sidelong at the male to your left as he thumbs through a flyer, brow furrowed in confusion as he studies a page going over details about your city's amusement park. You can't help but giggle at his contemplation over what humans consider "fun".

"Yes, and a lot of people like to ride rollercoasters for the thrill," you explain. He looses a breath, shaking his head slowly and widening his eyes as he flips the page. The afternoon sun gently casts the sidewalk in a golden glow as you walk the streets of your hometown, finally having time with your lovely mate to show him the place you've always called "home". As a couple moves past you on the sidewalk, you pull Rhys close by his elbow to sidestep them; him blissfully unaware, his nose still buried in the pamphlet he'd picked up from the gas station hours ago.

That in itself was quite the revelation.

"Are you hungry, my dear?" You ask. He finally looks up, and smiles softly at you as he notices your touch on his arm. His hand is placed over yours in an instant, and he nods.

"I am," he says. You approach the crosswalk, and he stops.

"We wait until the red," you say, and he rolls his eyes playfully.

"Oh come now, Y/N -- I've seen a stoplight before," he teases. You scoff, and he earns a swat on the arm.

"Hey! I don't know how much you know or don't about the Continent." You say. He quickly kisses the crown of your head, and as the light flashes red, you make your way across the street. You walk quickly to match his pace, his lethal grace propelling him forward at an almost unmatchable speed.

"So, where shall we dine, my dear?" He questions. You bite your lip in ponderment. Glancing around, you pass storefront after storefront -- none of them quite catching your fancy. That is, until you approach the unmistakeable golden arches. You grin mischieveously.

"Rhysand..." you purr. He grins down at you innocently.

"Yes, darling?"

"Have you ever been to a McDonald's?" You ask.

"Why... no, I don't believe I have-"

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"Rhys, you've got something..." You lick your finger, swiping it across his cheek as you exit the Mickey D's, giggling at your mate's unusual messiness. He grins, chuckling down at you.

"Oh my... what was it?" He asks.

"Ketchup," you grin. Between his practical orgasm over a McDonald's cheeseburger and trying to pay for your food in Prythian currency, you'd say the dinner was... quite eventful, to say the least.

"Well... I can say, I do quite like it. Ketchup, I mean." He tilts his head in thought, and you laugh. "And, McDonald's. Very good choice, Y/N."

"I'm really glad you liked it honey," you say, biting your lip to hold back your smile. "But, that's nothing compared to the fine dining we could have-" He gasps, grapping your hand in his as you continue your walk down the sidewalk.

"You mean to tell me that was not fine dining?" You laugh again, and he smiles at you, gazing into your eyes so intently that you have to pull to the side of the walkway and stop for a moment to return the sentiment.

"No, silly," you say between chuckles. His intense gaze lingers, and he pulls you close to press a kiss to your lips, smiling into you as he does. You wrap your arms around his neck, not caring about the looks you get from the numerous passerbys.

"I'll never tire of hearing that laugh," he says, pulling back slightly. You stare up at him, and his hands brush up and down your sides. Standing on your tip toes, you press a kiss to his cheek before he takes your hand in his once more, pulling you close to soon wrap it around the small of your waist.

"Just wait until I expose you to ice cream-"

"There's... ice cream to be had?"

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Beel: When Things Changed

Obey me! Fanfiction (July 2020) my masterlist Featuring: Beelzebub X Female Reader Word Count: 2500 Disclaimer: Obey Me! characters are the rightful property of Solemare. Warnings: Fluff/Angst You were lucky that demons were comparatively vocal at sporting events or you would have embarrassed yourself completely a long time ago. As it was you were still grateful Asmodeus and Satan were willing to put up with your antics as you crazy fangirled over Beelzebub’s game. Levi and Belphie both refused to sit by you after the first game. “Oh baby! You are rockin’ it Beel! Go! Go! GO!” “Thank Diavolo we brought earlplugs this time.” Asmodeus sighed. “Please only punch the air _? I bruise easily.” “She is also caffeine free this week so there is that.” Satan pointed out with a sly grin. “I’m betting once the adrenaline wears off, she will crash where she stands.” “I’m going to go get some refreshments and hopefully find someone to flirt with. You’ve got her covered Satan?” Asmo asked.

“Yep. I thought I saw Solomon over there flirting with some succubi.” “Oh! That bitch better not—” Asmo stormed off with purpose just as the crowd erupted again in cheers. “How is he so freaking awesome, Satan? Seriously! Did you see that?!” You squealed gabbing his arm as you jumped up and down. “Working out and eating constantly?” Satan suggested rubbing his chin contemplatively as though trying to assess if you seriously wanted an answer to that question. “Oh, trust me I know!” You laughed. “Oh! Sorry! Did I hurt your arm?” Satan rolled his eyes. “Just because my biceps aren’t as large as my brother’s doesn’t mean you could actually injure me.” “But you yelped last time.” Satan blushed, “That was Levi, and we’ve discussed this. Your enthusiasm can be a little overwhelming.” “I know it wasn’t Levi! Belphie had to push me down before the lightning struck. Green lightning.”

“Whatever, you remember it your way and I’ll remember the truth.” He shook his head holding back a smile. “Were you this crazy in the human realm? I’d think they’d ban you from games if you were.” “I’m not crazy Satan! It’s just that I love this stuff. BEEEEEEEEEL! Oi! Give the other team a chance you kick-ass demon!” Satan sighed deciding to cover his ears because when you changed volume that quickly the earplugs didn’t help a whole lot.

Satan had been right. You absolutely crashed as soon as the adrenaline wore off. Just before that you had somehow driven Belphie out of the twins’ room and up to the attic. His departure may have been a consequence of your enthusiastic recap over Beel’s performance? When Belphegor left with a grumble about how it’d be impossible to sleep with you around, however, you’d been rather hurt. Beel assured you he was just tired. Belphie had actually attended all his classes that day because of several tests. So he was more worn out than usual. Not long after the sullen twin’s departure you remembered raiding the kitchen with Beel. But somewhere between the ice cream and the pudding things got foggy. You weren’t certain what time it was when you woke up, but you must have slept pretty deeply to suddenly be awake like this. You glanced around realizing at once you’d crashed in Beel’s bed instead of your own. When your room was a bit broken and you needed to shared a room with him, Beel had always let you use his bed and opted to use the couch. Hmmm… that didn’t seem to be the case this time, however. Both the couch and Belphie’s bed were demon free. So where was Beelzebub? Suddenly concerned, you tried to sit up rubbing at your eyes to clear the last clouds of sleep from your mind. That was when you realized a rather large well-muscled arm was wrapped around your waist. Huh, maybe you were still tired since you hadn’t noticed the extra-large demon cuddling you like you were the small spoon in this bed? The thought made you flush, but you didn’t really want to disentangle yourself and wake him either. The warmth of Beel’s body wrapped around yours was undeniably comforting. His familiar scent surrounded you. The softness of the pillows contrasting with the hardness of his muscled chest at your back seemed like the perfect combination for comfort. You couldn’t help smiling at the thought and a content sigh escaped you. Beel shifted behind you drawing closer and murmuring, “Why are you awake this early?” “I must have just slept really well, sorry to wake you.” You whispered back. “Hmmm… you should stop wiggling and go back to sleep.” He mumbled burying his face against the back of your neck. His warm breath tickled your nape pleasantly giving you goosebumps.

“I wasn’t wiggling.” You smiled unable to resist teasing him back. “You were… and sighing all dreamy-like. It sounded as though you’d just woke up to find a giant cinnamon roll next to the bed.” His teasing laughter vibrated against your back. You giggled a little too. You’d admitted that the one food you really missed from the human realm was a cinnamon roll. He’d asked for details about what it was and how it tasted. That he still remembered after all this time made your heart feel especially warm. “The only cinnamon roll I found was the adorable demon hugging me in his sleep. Sorry to disappoint you Beel.” You squirmed around in his embrace so could roll over and face him. You reached up to ruffle his mess of bed hair but then couldn’t help smoothing it back down in to place. You always enjoyed touching him like this. Like it was the most natural thing in the world to be close to him, held by him, and teased by him. “Are you saying you were considering eating me for breakfast?” His eyebrows raised in mock surprise. You giggled, “It is a good thing Belphie isn’t here or he’d accuse you of flirting with me. You know that has certain connotations in the human realm, right?” “It does here in the devildom too, _.” He pointed out with a raised eyebrow. Oh. You hadn’t realized that. His pointed comment made your face feel a little too warm and you looked down biting your lip. You were suddenly really confused. W-was he flirting with you? While the two of you were in bed together? Nah, this was Beel. He… well he was sexy as hell, but you two had always been… just been… Beel suddenly took that moment to do a full body stretch. His legs and arms were easily longer than the bed and seeing those gorgeous muscles rippling up close was not good for your heart. With a content hum he rolled back toward you and wrapped you back into his familiar embrace. “Don’t look all worried. I was teasing you. Besides I’d never do anything that you didn’t agree to, okay? As attractive as you are, I’d still never hurt you.” He tucked your head beneath his chin and began stroking your hair. This too was a familiar gesture, but it didn’t calm your pounding heart the way it usually did. “Beel… did you meant that?” You asked softly. “That I’d protect you? You’d better bet on it.” He chuckled and his breath brushed tantalizingly against your ear. “No. I mean… the uh… attractive part.” Damn why did your face have to be on fire just now? “Attractive…? Oh, that part.” He pulled back enough to see your face and shrugged, “Well, it’s not like you haven’t heard that from Asmodeus and Mammon plenty of times, right? I mean a demon would

have to be blind not to notice you’re really pretty.” He continued stroking your hair as the two of you talked and it was starting to feel a little less innocent. His two brothers were both blatant flirts. You had learned to recognize when they were playing around and when you needed to head things off. Belphie and Beel were different. They tended to treat you more like family, so you hadn’t been hesitant to accept their more touchy and cuddly natures. Their closeness had always been a comfort to you not an invasion. You were aware of how attractive they both were, of course, but you hadn’t thought they’d ever look at you like that. “Mammon and Asmo aren’t you though… you uh… don’t usually say things like that.” You admitted. “Sorry it just caught me off guard. I wasn’t trying to make this awkward.” You buried your face against his chest still flushing fiercely. At least this was Beel you were talking too. He would probably laugh it off and chalk it up to human silliness or sleep deprivation. He always went easy on you when it came to awkward moments like this. That was one reason it was so easy to trust him. How many times had you had misunderstanding with the brothers because you hadn’t been paying close enough attention? Or forgot that you were dealing with demons in the devildom? Despite your awkwardness they still managed to make you feel accepted. Especially Beel. “Wait, you didn’t know I thought you were attractive?” His hands grew still though they didn’t untangle themselves from your hair. “N-no.” You admitted. “_.” Beel sounded… upset? You drew back so you could look at his face. Yep, he looked a little upset too. “What?” You asked. He rolled away from you to his side of the bed. Then he sat up running an agitated hand through his hair. “I just… how could you not know?” “Know what?” You sat up too hugging his pillow against yourself for warmth. Your body seemed distressed about losing it’s personal heater. “That you’re… that I…” He glanced at you and suddenly blushed fiercely. “I’ve had a huge crush on you since… well since you forgave me for eating your pudding that one time. So, almost since you came to live here? I thought you were just trying to be nice about it by not saying anything. Keeping things from getting awkward the way you do with Mammon. But you… you didn’t know?” “You… like me then? Like, you’d want to kiss me and…” Beel laughed, “Are you crazy? You don’t think I give you bites of my food for nothing do you? I love the idea of being that close to you. If it was anyone else, they’d get a black eye before they even touched my food.”

You’d thought it was odd he was always willing to share with you. Even his favorite things like his pudding. Still, to have Beelzubub admit he liked you? You weren’t sure how to react to that. Beel laughed again a bit harder this time. “That’s hilarious. All this time I thought you knew. Oh great, this isn’t going to feel awkward now is it?” An alarmed look crossed his handsome features as he turned around to face you. The bed shifted under his weight and you would have toppled into him if you didn’t grab the headboard. “Like I said, I promise I wouldn’t do anything you wouldn’t want me to. You’re too important to me to disrespect you like that. You’re just so pretty it’s hard for a guy not to think about it sometimes.” He flushed looking worried and embarrassed all at once. “Please don’t be mad at me for that? You’re really special to me _, and I wouldn’t want that to ever change.” How was he so sweet and perfect? And he really… really? “I like you too Beel.” “What?” The words were out of your mouth and in the room before you realized they came from you. Yet, s soon as you realized they had you knew they were true. How many times had you checked him out or commented how lucky the ladies were to have him around. How many times had you wondered if he’d ever go for a human, then brushed the thought aside feeling embarrassed at the idea of even wondering. He was arguably the closest friend you had in the devildom, and the idea that he might like you had you wanting to go do backflips. Not that you would… but the feeling was definitely there! “I-uh—I’ve been trying not to… because you’re so amazing and I’d… I just… can’t help it okay? So, to hear that you—um.” You gulped. “I think about kissing you and things like that too. I just didn’t want you to feel like… like I wouldn’t be okay if you didn’t like me too.” You looked up at him nervously unable to help fidgeting with the pillow you were holding. He reached out and took your hands, gently enfolding them in his familiar warmth. “You don’t have to be scared you know. It’s just me.” He offered you a gentle smile. You looked up into those gorgeous amethyst eyes of his. “That’s why I’m nervous though! You make my heart just—and I can’t help it if I-Beel?” He leaned in slowly and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You gulped staring up at him in surprise. “You need to stop looking scared and cute. Otherwise I’m going to need permission to show you how much I like you sooner instead of later.” A banging on the door made you jump and Asmo’s anxious voice shouted through the door at the two of you. “Come one guys! Get up! We are going to be late!! We’ll miss the sale if you don’t get moving and I refuse to pay for lunch if that happens Beel!”

Oh! You and Beel had agreed to go shopping with Asmo this morning! Beel was coming mostly to carry stuff and because Asmo offered to pay for lunch. You’d been happy at the idea of having him along, because last time you went shopping with Asmodeus it was a marathon. He forgot that humans seriously need three meals a day and your arms were about to fall off by the time you made it home. “Got it, but I am not skipping breakfast and neither is _.” Beel called back standing up to gather his things to head for the bathroom. “What do you want for breakfast? After I shower I can fix you something while you’re getting ready.” He offered. “I think one of your omelets sounds divine.” You suggested. “Are you sure? I know you have more of a sweet tooth when it comes to breakfast.” He teased as though this were the most normal morning in the devildom ever. “I’ll have to satiate that craving around lunchtime.” You shrug. “A Beelzebub special omelet sounds too good to pass up.” “Then omelets it will be. You need to hurry, though, or I may taste test yours.” “Beel!” You objected to his back as he disappeared down the hallway.

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tobiasdrake · 4 months ago

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Digimon Adventure 01x33 - Pump and Gotsu are Shibuya-Type Digimon / Out on the Town

Previously on Digimon Adventure: In the middle of a blistering summer day, DeathMeramon showed up to make things even hotter. Internet contrarianism at its finest. Bet he's also one of those clowns who retools their truck to produce more emissions and trigger Libs. Fortunately, the youth of the nation turned out and voted to throw him off a building so it's all good.

Now we turn our attention to another pair of kids. The recap offers a bit of extra information to set the stage for what's happening.

(Oh fuck me, it's this one. I am not ready. I am not ready.)

Narrator: On the night of the same day they fought DeathMeramon, Yamato escorted his younger brother Takeru to their mother's place and they headed in the direction of Shibuya.

Thit bit of setup doesn't make it into the dub's recap, which simply tells us what happened in the previous episode as usual.

As the episode begins, a CGI readout informs us of the date: It's August 2nd, 1999. The children still have about a month left in their summer vacation.

To put our current location into perspective, here's some of those familiar map markers from last episode. Black circle is Vamdemon's lair at Daiba Park. Green is Shibaura. Blue is Tokyo Tower. We are now one city over from Minato City in Shibuya.

Shibuya is well-known for being, as they say, hip with the youngsters. Imagine if a stereotypical American shopping mall in the 90's with all its associated teenage memes was a city. That's Shibuya. It's like the capitol of youth fashion trends in Tokyo.

So these two Digimon roll up on the roof of a car.

Pumpmon: (excited) This place is even famous in the Digimon World: Shibuya!

The narrator wastes no time going into their rundowns.

Pumpmon is a Perfect-stage Data-type Puppet Digimon. Did you guess Nightmare Soldier? Because he's a Nightmare Soldier. He's kind of a catch-all. Any Nightmare Soldier can evolve into Pumpmon as a Jogress Evolution but no Nightmare Soldier directly evolves into him.

His name is, unsurprisingly, derived from "pumpkin" for his pumpkin head.

Narrator: Pumpmon. A stuffed doll with a pumpkin for a head. His scary but cute appearance is popular with girls. Tonight, he plans to run wild in Shibuya as if it were Halloween. His special attack is Trick-or-Treat.

That little guy next to him is Gotsumon, a Child-stage Data-type Ore Digimon. Gotsumon is a Nature Spirit and the mid-tier evolution for Mochimon. He evolves into a few Digimon you may recognize such as the Monochromon from File Island, Gekomon, and in the 0.5 update, Tailmon - though Tailmon would later receive a more official pre-evolution.

Gotsumon: These are Shibuya-type humans! Narrator: Gotsumon. His body is tough, but he's a cheerful and playfully naughty Digimon. He goes with the flow and was made for Shibuya! He plans to rock out tonight! His special move is Angry Rock. Pumpmon: Something exciting is about to happen! Gotsumon: Let's have fun! Ahahahaha!

Gotsumon and Pumpmon bound off the car roof and disappear into the city.

The dub adds some silence-breaking dialogue to their intro. It also somehow thinks those two are driving the car even though they're clearly on the roof of it.

Gotsumon: Let me drive! You're going the wrong way. Pumpkinmon: How do you know which way to go? You've never been in the real world before. Gotsumon: What's the difference? I've never driven a car before either! Pumpkinmon: Well, it's my first time too! Both: Ahahahahaha!!! Pumpkinmon: Whoa, check 'em out! Uh-huhuhuh Uhuhuhuhuh! Gotsumon: Ew! Pumpkinmon: So these are city people in the real world. They don't look like much fun. Gotsumon: (rundown) Well, Pumpkinmon? You're the right guy to teach them what 'fun' really is. You are, without a doubt, the most rockin' creature to ever have a pumpkin for a head. Remember: Chicks dig evil Digimon. Gotsumon: At least that's what I keep telling myself, anyway. Pumpkinmon: (rundown) Gotsumon, you are the mon! We're going to have such a blast here in the real world; They might even name a building after you: The Gotsumonument, where they keep all the party supplies. Pumpkinmon: 3... 2... 1... LET'S GO!!!

Dub Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon are weirdly judgmental about the Shibuya people's party qualities. Though I will say: "Chicks dig evil Digimon" is a surprisingly pragmatic adaptation of Pumpmon having a "scary but cute appearance that's popular with girls." That's not what they said, but... it's not not what they said either.

While Pumpmon and Gotsumon disappear into Shibuya, we join Yamato and Takeru on their way to say goodbye to one another. The brothers sit in silence while the music of Yamato's harmonica plays in the background.

From the luggage rack, Tsunomon and Patamon discuss their situation for the audience's benefit.

Tsunomon: Yamato and Takeru's parents divorced four years ago. Patamon: So even though they're brothers, Yamato lives with his dad and Takeru lives with his mom, right?

Now that we've laid down that reminder, Takeru checks the time on his Digivice. It's 7:07 PM.

Takeru: It's late. Onii-chan, you should get off at the next stop. Yamato: No. I'm taking you all the way to Sangenjaya. Takeru: It's okay-- Yamato: (firmly) Takeru. Takeru: What? Yamato: Let me do this. Takeru: Okay.

Rip my heart in half, and the episode's only just started.

The purple circle on the map is Sangenjaya. As you can see, it's a bit of a trip from the red circle Odaiba. Depending on your timing, it's about an hour to an hour and a half one-way by train. Takeru's worried because Yamato isn't going to get home until like 9. Which is pretty late for an 11-year-old.

We're about to come up on Shibuya Station, which means another 20 minutes to Sangenjaya. For Yamato, that's another 40 minutes added to the length of his round-trip if he goes all the way.

The dub adds a silence-breaker to this scene that completely kills the tone of the boys sitting in awkward, strained silence.

T.K.: How much longer, Matt!? Matt: Relax, T.K. You're almost home.

I guess T.K.'s getting impatient to split up. Their faces are onscreen for most of the extended silence, so the dub still has to go through with Matt and T.K. sitting there unmoving and not speaking. But the vibe is completely killed by T.K.'s whining.

Tsunomon: Matt and T.K.'s mom and dad aren't together anymore, Patamon. So even though they're brothers, they don't live together. Patamon: So T.K. lives with their mom and Matt lives with their dad? That explains why they try so hard to stay together all the time. (T.K. checks Digivice for the time) T.K.: It's sure late. Matt: Yeah? So? T.K.: The next stop's good enough. Matt: No. I'm gonna take you all the way home, little brother. T.K.: You don't have to. Matt: I know I don't have to but I'm going to, okay? I've got my reasons! T.K.: What reasons? Matt: You're my brother. T.K.: Thanks Matt.

This part's pretty well adapted. Matt uses a lot more words to explain where he's coming from, whereas Yamato captures basically all of that in the four words "Let me do this." But he still gets to the same point.

Things are pretty tense here in the train car. But then Patamon asks a question that's more insensitive than he realizes.

Patamon: Are you upset because you're splitting up (wakareru)? Takeru: Shut up! Yamato: (surprised) Takeru! Patamon: You don't have to yell at me like that! Takeru: Even if it's you, Patamon, you shouldn't talk about us brothers like that! Patamon: Fine! I won't talk anymore! Tsunomon: Patamon!

To understand why Takeru lost his shit all of a sudden, you need to understand the nerve Patamon struck. The word he used, wakareru, means to divide or to separate. He was trying to politely ask if the fact that they're going to go their separate ways soon is what's causing all this tension in the train car.

But it's also the word for divorce. Patamon accidentally brushed on Takeru and Yamato's mutual insecurity, that their parents breaking up has broken them up.

Meanwhile, in the dub:

Patamon: Ahhh, nothing like sweet brotherly love! Tsunomon: That's a Digi-mouthful! Patamon: We like when you guys get mushy! T.K.: Hey, quit it! Matt: Easy, T.K.! Patamon: You don't have to be mean about it. I thought what you guys said was ni-- T.K.: MIND YOUR OWN BEESWAX!!! Why ya listenin' to our conversation anyway!? Patamon: FINE!!! If you don't want me around, I'll leave! Tsunomon: Patamon!

Patamon abruptly starts talking about how cute the boys are, and T.K. gets so embarrassed that he snaps at Patamon about it.

The anime's always been uncomfortable talking about the divorce. So uncomfortable that they initially posed these two as half-brothers but I think we've officially done away with that. But they did bring it up a second ago, so I'm a little surprised they suddenly back down from it here.

Patamon's feelings are so hurt by the argument that he bails as soon as the train doors open.

Patamon: I'm getting off here! Yamato: Patamon!

Yamato and Tsunomon try to chase Patamon, but only get as far as the door. He's gone.

Yamato: Takeru! Patamon flew away! Takeru: (bristling) Who cares.... Tsunomon: The door's about to close! Yamato: (firmly) Takeru....

Right as the doors are about to close, Takeru's anger breaks. At the last possible second, he and Yamato jump out onto the platform of Shibuya Station to go find Patamon.

In the dub:

Patamon: I know when I'm not wanted! Matt: Patamon, don't! (Patamon's gone) Matt: Patamon got off the train, T.K.! Don't you want to go after him? T.K.: Who cares about him!? Tsunomon: I think you care about him. Matt: Don't you? (beat) Tsunomon: T.K.? Matt: Better decide, T.K.; The door's closing! (T.K.'s anger breaks and he jumps off the train with Matt) T.K.: Where'd he go!? Tsunomon: Where are we!?

Again, it's wordier but it hits all the important points. Tsunomon and Matt having to spell out T.K.'s inner turmoil might be a bit over-expository but it doesn't feel intrusive to me. The scene still flows pretty well.

Leaving the station, the brothers hit the streets of Shibuya to find Patamon.

Tsunomon: Where could Patamon have gone? Yamato: This is your fault for yelling at him, Takeru. Takeru: (snaps) I couldn't help it! Yamato: Hey, don't take it out on me.

Takeru stops walking suddenly. His eyes soften.

Takeru: Onii-chan, I'm sorry.... Yamato: You went too far with Patamon. Takeru: I know, it's just.... He wasn't wrong.... Yamato: (gently) I know how you feel. Tsunomon: Let's go look over there!

Tsunomon's doing a pretty terrible job of being a plushy, I gotta say.

The dub, I guess, adds a timeskip as the brothers exit the train station?

T.K.: Seems like we've been walking around for hours.... Tsunomon: Yeah, I'm tired! And I don't even have any feet or legs! Matt: You shouldn't have yelled at him like that, T.K. T.K.: Hey, it's not my fault! Matt: Well, actually, it is. (T.K.'s eyes soften and he stops walking.) T.K.: Oh, I'm really sorry.... Matt: I understand, T.K. I know you didn't mean to hurt his feelings. T.K.: Well, I thought he was making fun of us.... Matt: No way, dude! You know Patamon better than that. Tsunomon: Hey, why don't we try looking over there.

Well. Uh. Glad we got that resolved. T.K. was making mountains out of molehills and he gets that now. Emotional drama: Over.

While Yamato and Takeru search for Patamon, they pass a pachinko parlor. We pan inside, where Pumpmon and Gotsumon are spending their night on the town not gambling.

Pachinko is a pretty huge industry in Japan, proving not-gambling entertainment services. Comparable to a slot machine, pachinko is an easy way to burn through your disposable income by turning a knob and seeing what you get.

The reason I keep saying not gambling like that is because pachinko exploits a legal loophole to dance around Japan's strict gambling laws. Legally, it's simply classified as entertainment. This is because you can't win any money from the machines.

When you play pachinko, what you win from it are balls which are then exchanged for prizes at a nearby prize center. Sort of like an arcade. Those prizes can then be sold to a vendor in exchange for money.

See! It's not gambling! You're winning prizes, not money. And then turning those prizes into money. Not gambling!

So. yeah. These two are basically in a Japanese casino. It's an open secret that pachinko's cheating the system but it's also a pretty major industry, puts a lot of money into taxes, and the law still restricts minors from playing so everyone sorta goes along with it. There's stuff like that in every country.

We join Pumpmon inside as his machine pays out a ton of pachinko balls. Behind him, he has five separate trays filled with balls.

Pumpmon: This is really fun! Gotsumon: Hey, give me some. Pumpmon: Again!? Gotsumon: Don't be selfish! Pumpmon: But I am selfish. Gotsumon: I'll pay you back. Pumpmon: Promise? Gotsumon: Promise.

Before Pumpmon can turn any balls over to Gotsumon, a casino worker finds them.

Worker: You two. You're kids wearing costumes, AREN'T YOU!?!?

He drags them both from the casino and throws them out onto the escalator.

Worker: Next time I see you in here, I'm calling your school!

Once the two Digimon hit the bottom, they get up and yell back at him.

Pumpmon: WE'RE NOT CHILDREN!!! Gotsumon: We're just short! Worker: WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE!?!? Both Digimon: WAUUUUGH!!! (flees)

The funny thing is, he's half-right. Gotsumon is a child.

In the dub:

Pumpkinmon: Haha! Alright, another winner! Gotsumon: So will you give me a few? Pumpkinmon: What, again!? Gotsumon: I'll pay you back, I promise! Pumpkinmon: You'll pay me back with what!? Gotsumon: With what I'm about to win! Pumpkinmon: But you never win. Gotsumon: I'M HOT TONIGHT!!!

I don't think Gotsumon knows what that phrase means. Also, sad that we dropped "But I am selfish."

Nonetheless, pleasantly surprised that they correctly adapted the pachinko parlor as a casino by any other name. This is casino dialogue.

Worker: Hey, you two! You kids just don't get the message! Get out and STAY OUT!!! (Worker throws them out) Worker: If you have to try sneaking in here dressed as cartoon characters, at least get a decent costume! (Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon hit the ground floor) Pumpkinmon: Boy, it's a good thing we were just about to leave! Gotsumon: Or we'd teach you some manners! Worker: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!?!? Pumpkinmon: Uh-oh! Gotsumon: Oh boy! (They flee)

These two are clowns in both versions. I love it.

Fleeing from the casino, the two Digimon run into a young woman, knocking her to the ground.

Gotsumon: IT'S A SHIBUYA-TYPE GIRL!!! Pumpmon: Let's hit on her to celebrate our first night in Shibuya! Gotsumon: What's up, babe? Woman: What do you want!? Gotsumon: Do you know what time it is? Woman: (checks her watch) Hey! Don't come any closer! You two look like rejects from "Kinchan no Kasou Taishou"! Pumpmon: What is that? Gotsumon: I don't get it. Pumpmon: You're dressed funny too!

Pumpmon demonstrates the peculiarities of the woman's attire by yanking her out her nose stud. This proves to be a terrible mistake, as the next we see of them, they're fleeing for their lives while she chases them in a blood fury.

Woman: YOU ASSHOLES!!!

Needless to say, their attempt at hitting on the woman they knocked down did not go well.

The TV show she brings up is a Japanese variety show that's basically a professional talent show. People would come on and do their own skits, then be rated by a panel of judges.

In the dub:

Gotsumon: Whoa! I think you knocked over a monster! Pumpkinmon: Even worse, I think I knocked over a teenager. I've heard about these strange looking creatures. Woman: Hey! It takes one to know one. Gotsumon: Excuse me, do you know what time it is? Pumpkinmon: TIME FOR NEW CLOTHES AHAHAHAHA!!! Woman: Get lost, you creeps! And what's with the costumes!? Aren't you guys a little late for Halloween!? Pumpkinmon: What's Halloween? Gotsumon: I don't think I like these teenage things! Pumpkinmon: Me either. Maybe I can reprogram her if I pull out her safety mechanism. (Pumpkinmon tugs the woman's nose stud, provoking the fury) Woman: COME BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE MUTANTS!!! THIS 'TEENAGE THING' IS GONNA TEACH YOU SOME MANNERS!!!

It's August, so we're more early for Halloween than late.

Pumpkinmon talks like a grumpy old man in this scene and it's weird. His lines here are generation-gap Boomer Humor, and it feels bizarre coming from what are supposed to be two fun-loving imps having a night on the town.

I mean, he is an Ultimate Digimon so maybe he is a boomer but it doesn't fit the tone.

That said, the payoff in the woman's final line is hilarious. XD

Fleeing the infuriated teenager, Pumpmon and Gotsumon's trajectory brings them down an alley and straight towards Yamato and Takeru.

Tsunomon is not playing. The second he lays eyes on these two coming down the alley, he evolves to Gabumon.

Gabumon: Pumpmon! Gotsumon! Takeru: Do you know these Digimon? Gabumon: I think they work for Vamdemon. Pumpmon: We're being chased by a Shibuya-type girl who's much scarier than Vamdemon-sama! Gotsumon: You should hide too!

The pair grab Gabumon by the arms, dragging him away to a hiding place.

In the dub:

Gabumon: Hold it right there! Why are you two in such a hurry!? T.K.: Do you know these guys? Gabumon: I sure do! They work for Myotismon. Pumpkinmon: You're right! But, right now, we're being chased by something even scarier than Myotismon. Gotsumon: There's a really mad teenage human after us! Come to think of it, you'd better hide too!

Losing the repeated references to these humans as "Shibuya-type" doesn't seem like that big a deal, but it does take a bit of the unique characterization and charm away from Pumpmon and Gotsumon.

While the Digimon take cover, Yamato faces the furious Shibuya-type teenager.

Woman: WHERE THE HELL DID "KINCHAN NO KASOU TAISHOU" GO!?!? Yamato: (points) They went that way. Woman: Thanks! (runs off)

Classic misdirect. Once she's gone, it's time to find out what's going on with these guys.

Gabumon: Did Vamdemon order the two of you to come here and find the Eighth Child? Pumpmon: That's right.

Yamato tenses up at the confirmation. The music takes on an ominous tone as Gabumon and Takeru withdraw to Yamato. Steeling themselves for the--

Pumpmon: But Shibuya is much more fun! (Tension killed instantly) Yamato: (lost) Shibuya is much more fun?

Both: (dramatic pose) We've become Shibuya-type Digimon! Takeru: Shibuya-type Digimon? Gabumon: What is going through your heads? Both: ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!!

Yamato, Takeru, and Gabumon all exchange weary glances over whatever the hell this is. But when they look back, the Shibuya-type Digimon are gone.

Yamato: WHERE DID THEY GO!?!?

In the dub, the teenager opens this scene with a valid point.

Woman: YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE DRESSED IN THOSE STUPID COSTUMES WHERE ARE THEY!?!? Matt: (points) Uh, they went that way. Woman: THANKS!!! (runs off) (The Digimon come out from hiding) Gabumon: I think I know why you two troublemakers are in the real world. Did Myotismon happen to send you here to find someone? Pumpkinmon: Yeah! That Eighth DigiDestined kid. Matt: Huh! Then you're our enemy! Pumpkinmon: No, we're not! We just want to cruise around the city and have some fun! Matt: Well, we thought you two were evil Digimon. Gotsumon: Evil schmevil! We love it here! In fact, next stop: Hollywood! (dramatic pose) TA-DA!!! T.K.: (flatly) They're not ready for TV. Gabumon: Typical. Everybody wants to be in show business. Both Digimon: Lights! Cameras! And action! (The trio all exchange glances and disgusted noises) Gotsumon: Hey! There's some lights! Pumpkinmon: YEAH!!! (Everyone looks back and they're gone) Matt: What are they doing up there!?

The dub's aversion to quiet moments prevents it from even competing with the original. Also, the nonsequitur about Hollywood is clearly written in there because they had no idea what to do with the Shibuya-type animations they were saddled with.

Now, where did those two get off to?

Gotsumon and Pumpmon jump onto a streetlight, shaking it and scrambling its signals. The ensuing confusion causes a traffic calamity.

Gabumon: YOU TWO!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?

Suddenly, police sirens start up in the distance.

Takeru: Police sirens! Yamato: They'll arrest us if they see this! RUN FOR IT!!!

Yamato, Takeru, and Gabumon cheese it before the bacon patrol can arrive. Gotsumon and Pumpmon consider their options.

Pumpmon: They're running away. Gotsumon: Let's go too. Both: WAIT UP!!! (flee)

Wise decision.

Over in the dub, Matt yells at them as soon as they jump on the streetlight.

Matt: HEY!!! GET DOWN!!! (Gotsumon and Pumpkinmon cause a pileup) Gabumon: That's enough! That's not funny; It's mean! (Police sirens) T.K.: Sirens! Matt: Get down or the police will arrest you! We'd better get out of here, guys; Let's run! (T.K., Matt, and Gabumon flee) Pumpkinmon: Did he just say let's run? Gotsumon: Sure did! Both: WAIT FOR US!!! (flee)

Mostly the same, though Gabumon's gentle admonishment isn't as fun as original Gabumon's furious outburst.

After cheesing it from the cops together, the brothers realize they've misplaced the Shibuya-type Digimon.

Yamato: H-Hey, what happened to Pumpmon and Gotsumon? Takeru: They were keeping up with us a minute ago. Gabumon: Those two are so impulsive... ACK!!!

Gabumon suddenly spots Pumpmon and Gotsumon trying on outfits inside a clothing store through the display window. Pumpmon is rocking a pink dress while Gotsumon's trying on blue shorts and a white shirt.

Brothers: ...those guys.... Pumpmon: I think this dress would look better on you. Gotsumon: I agree!

They swap instantaneously.

Yamato, Takeru, and Gabumon enter the store to confront them.

Yamato: Pumpmon! Gotsumon! Gotsumon: Oh, did you want to dress up too? Pumpmon: PUT THIS ON!!!

Gotsumon and Pumpmon dress Yamato, Takeru, and Gabumon each up in goofy outfits. The camera lingering on each in turn.

Gotsumon & Pumpmon: YOU LOOK GREAT!!!

Right at that moment, Patamon flies past the window.

Takeru: AH! PATAMON!!! Yamato: AFTER HIM!!!

The trio throw off their costumes and frantically exit the store, chasing after the lost Patamon.

Pumpmon: Should we follow them? Gotsumon: Sure!

In the dub, Gabumon takes this as an opportunity to be zen.

Matt: Hey, where are Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon? T.K.: They were right behind us. They must have gotten lost or something. Gabumon: Those two... Even when they're found they're lost. AUGH!!! (Gabumon spots the pair in a storefront window) Matt & T.K.: Man oh man.... Pumpkinmon: I think this one makes me look fat. But what do you think? Gotsumon: Well then, let's switch! (Brothers and Gabumon enter) Matt: You guys need to change your attitude! Gotsumon: You need to change your clothes!

XD "You need to change your clothes" got me.

As the camera pans over each of the dressed up protagonists, Gotsumon and Pumpkinmon get some silence-breakers.

Pumpkinmon: (on Matt) This look says you're not afraid to think big! Gotsumon: (on T.K.) Here's a sporty look! Course, I haven't figured out what sport it is yet. Pumpkinmon: (on Gabumon) And finally something nice and a little teddy. Well, what do you think? (Patamon flies by) T.K.: OH!!! PATAMON!!! Matt: HEY!!! PATAMON, COME BACK!!! (The brothers run out) Pumpkinmon: ...so, should we follow those guys? Gotsumon: And why not?

XD Again, they got me. "I haven't figured out what sport it is yet," was a solid follow-up to the innocuous seeming setup, and the timing on that line was pretty good.

Yamato, Takeru, and Gabumon chase Patamon to a nearby park, but then they lose him.

Takeru: We lost him again.... Yamato: Patamon must still be upset. Gabumon: He's not usually this stubborn.

Suddenly, Pumpmon and Gotsumon show up with ice cream cones.

Pumpmon: Now now, cheer up! Gotsumon: Have faith that you'll find him eventually.... Pumpmon: ...and have some ice cream!

Yamato and Takeru both gasp with alarm when they see what the pair are holding.

Gabumon: Where did you get that ice cream? Both: WE STOLE IT!!!

As if on cue, the ice cream vendor comes running into the park behind them.

Vendor: ICE CREAM THIEVES!!!

So the whole group has to start running once again.

Yamato: Why do we have to run!? Gabumon: She's seen us with them! Gotsumon: Want some ice cream while we're running away? Takeru: GET RID OF IT!!!

Once they've evaded yet another Shibuya-type pursuit, Yamato and Takeru stop to catch their breath.

Pumpmon: (holding out the cones) Want some? Yamato: Not me. Takeru: Me either. Gabumon: ... (Beat) Gabumon: I'll eat. Yamato: HEY!!! GABUMON!!!

XD Yamato's trying so hard to present a unified front here but it's ice cream. I mean, no point letting it go to waste; Damage already done and all that. You can't unpop that cork.

In the dub:

T.K.: Do you see him anywhere, Matt? Matt: No. Looks like we lost him again, T.K. Gabumon: Patamon doesn't usually hold a grudge but he was mad as a bull with a Black Gear.

It's funny to me that they're still bringing up Black Gears. That was more than half the series ago. On the one hand, new viewers are going to have no idea what that's supposed to mean. But from a writing perspective, I kinda like that their initial File Island adventure left a mark on everyone's psyches.

Like they're just waiting for Black Gears to become a thing again.

Pumpkinmon: Hey now, don't look so bummed out! Gotsumon: Yeah! I'm sure you'll find your little flying pig friend somewhere! Pumpkinmon: Maybe some ice cream will cheer you all up, huh? Brothers: !!! Gabumon: You guys don't have any money so how did you get ice cream? Both: WE STOLE IT!!! Vendor: (running into the park) YOU CROOKS!!! COME BACK HERE WITH MY ICE CREAM!!! (Everyone runs) Matt: I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU TWO!!! EVERYWHERE YOU GUYS GO, THERE'S TROUBLE!!! THE NEXT TIME YOU TWO GET SOMEONE ANGRY, MAKE SURE THEY CAN'T RUN VERY FAST!!! (Everyone stops to catch their breath) Pumpkinmon: So, want some ice cream? Matt: Not me. T.K.: You stole it! Gabumon: ... Matt: Gabumon won't take it either. Right? Gabumon: Ice cream... Ye-- Brothers: GABUMON!!!

Not sure why Gotsumon knows they're looking for a flying pig; He hasn't laid eyes on Patamon. But they did say Patamon's name so he's probably familiar with the species. That's fine.

The dialogue exchange while everyone's running is replaced with Matt scolding the pair of troublemakers for the entire sequence. Though, funnily, he seems more upset that they got caught than that they stole the ice cream in the first place.

The Gabumon joke at the end is slightly different but still nails the landing.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning from the stormy sky strikes the road in front of them, kicking up a cloud of dust. And then everything stops being funny.

Vamdemon: Pumpmon. Gotsumon. Both: Y-Yes, sir!? Vamdemon: Why are you eating ice cream with the Chosen Children? Both: Y-you see.... Vamdemon: Weren't you supposed to be searching for the Eighth Child? Both: We haven't found them yet! Vamdemon: Then why haven't you taken the Crests from these children!? Both: We were just about to do that! (Pumpmon and Gotsumon turn on Yamato and Takeru) Gabumon: RUN!!!

Gabumon shields Yamato and Takeru with his body and the three of them run for it. Gotsumon and Pumpmon let out adorable little battle cries and give chase.

Over in the dub, Myotismon opens by telling these two what he really thinks.

Myotismon: Losers! Failures! Both: No no! Don't say that! Myotismon: Instead of causing pain and suffering, I find you here eating ice cream! Both: ...well, it is stolen-- Myotismon: I DON'T CARE ABOUT ICE CREAM!!! Have you found the Eighth DigiDestined Child yet? Both: Well, we were about to find him! Myotismon: Redeem yourselves by stealing the Crests from these children OR ELSE!!! Both: No problem, boss! That's just what we were about to do! (Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon turn on Matt and T.K.)

Gabumon doesn't say anything when they run this time. He lets out some scared vocalizing like Matt and T.K. are.

Different openings to the same result. Honestly, both openings have merits. I prefer the first one, because Vamdemon's stonefaced "Why are you eating ice cream with the Chosen Children?" is a beautiful Oh Fuck moment. There is no possible answer they can give to that question that won't incriminate them further.

But also, Gotsumon and Pumpkinmon pointing out to Saturday Morning Cartoon Villain Myotismon that the ice cream does qualify as a crime, only for him to scream "I DON'T CARE ABOUT ICE CREAM!!!" is hilarious. XD

So, in the original, Vamdemon opens the conversation with an impossible-to-defend accusation in what is very much the voice of a boss catching an employee goofing off at work. Meanwhile, in the dub, they get him. They win that verbal joust and he's livid about it. Both versions are so good.

Takeru: Why did they attack us all of a sudden!? Yamato: It can't be helped. They were working for Vamdemon from the start! Gabumon: But I can't bring myself to fight those two!

Pumpmon and Gotsumon are troublemakers, but there's no malice in it. They've sort of become the kids' friends, in an odd way.

In the dub:

T.K.: Can you believe those two turning on us!? Matt: And I thought Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon only wanted to have fun, not fight! Gabumon: I suppose they'd rather fight us than fight Myotismon.

Gabumon's line in the original is an expression of his own personal feelings towards Gotsumon and Pumpmon. He's asserting his growing fondness for the pair. In the dub, he explains their motive for the betrayal, which we saw for ourselves half a minute ago, so it's not as interesting.

Cut to Patamon hunkering down on top of a streetlight. He's finally run out of angry and is starting to have post-fury regrets.

Patamon: I left in the heat of the moment, but I wonder what Takeru's doing now?

Down below, he overhears a pair of girls in school uniforms chatting.

Girl 1: Yeah, if you want to meet up with someone, it should be in front of Hachikou's statue. Girl 2: Hachikou's statue is the best place to meet up! Patamon: Hachikou's statue....

Patamon takes to the air again, his mind set on a destination.

For context, Hachikou was a dog whose owner brought him to Shibuya. His owner would take the train to work, and every day Hachikou would wait at Shibuya Station for his owner to return.

His owner died one day from a medical complication at work, and never came home to Hachikou. From then on, every day for the next ten years, Hachikou would come to Shibuya Station and wait, unaware that his owner would never return. He kept this up until the day he died.

(Yeah, that Futurama episode that made you cry is based on a real event that happened in Japan.)

In his memory, a statue of Hachikou was erected outside the station. He's been immortalized in movies, anime, and video games. There's even an annual memorial in his honor.

So. Y'know. Lot of cultural significance to using Hachikou's statue as a place to meet up with people. Which isn't going to translate into the dub very well.

Patamon: I just can't stay mad at T.K. anymore. Besides, I really miss him! Girl 1: So I told Rebecca and Sarah to just find us at the park later. That'll work. It's like... It's so easy to find somebody at the park! Girl 2: Yeah! It's totally easy to find somebody there! Patamon: Oh, in the park!

(sigh) They could have at least used the statue as a landmark. Even if kids don't understand the cultural significance, that's fine. Neither does Patamon. Someone said "Hey, Hachikou's statue is a great place to meet!" and that's all the context he has. It's fine if that's all the context the audience has.

"The park"? This is a metropolitan city. Which park?

While Patamon's heading to Hachikou's statue, Yamato and Takeru find themselves cornered by the formerly friendly Gotsumon and Pumpmon.

As they round a corner, they see Pumpmon ahead, cutting off their exit.

Yamato: AUGH!!! Takeru: PUMPMON!!! Pumpmon: This is as far as you go! Gabumon: He cut us off from the front. Yamato: Get behind me, Takeru.

Gripping Takeru by the shoulders, Yamato moves him back towards the rear. Unfortunately, it's not safe from that side either, as Gotsumon brings up the rear.

Takeru: (spots Gotsumon) Ah! Yamato: (turns) Gotsumon! Gotsumon: This is as far as you go.

I like the symmetrical taunting from Pumpmon and Gotsumon as their trap is sprung. These two are such a double-act, even as the enemy.

The pair backs Yamato, Takeru, and Gabumon into a vacant lot. Nowhere to run now.

In the dub:

T.K.: Hey, how'd you do that!? Pumpkinmon: Aren't I amazing!? Gabumon: Well, you might make a nice pie. Matt: Come on! Let's turn around! (moves T.K. behind him) T.K.: Whuh!? Gotsumon: (approaches from the rear) Hehe, I don't think so! Matt: We're surrounded! Gotsumon: Sorry we have to do this to you guys, but orders are orders. You understand.

"You might make a nice pie." Holy shit, shots fired. Gabumon threatens to eat Pumpkinmon.

Matt's also given a tone-shifting silence-breaker when Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon back them into the lot.

Matt: Alright, if it's a fight you want, LET'S DO IT!!!

This is one of those lines the dub likes to use when the kids are in extreme peril to make it seem like it's not so dire.

With their backs against the wall of the lot, Yamato, Takeru, and Gabumon prepare to have to defend themselves. Pumpmon and Gotsumon slowly advance on the Children with determination and menace in their eyes. Then, at last, Pumpmon--

Pumpmon: I quit. Gotsumon: Ugh, me too! Pumpmon: Playing around in Shibuya is way more fun than fighting the Chosen Children! Gotsumon: Yeah yeah! Come hang out with us! Group: Huh!?

Yamato, Takeru, and Gabumon have tonal whiplash over how this night has gone. But the tension's been deflated, our new friends are still our friends, and--

A bolt of lightning suddenly strikes nearby.

Pumpmon: V-VAMDEMON'S COMING!!! Gotsumon: Go hide!

Things may have de-escalated with these two, but there's still the big guy lurking around. It's not safe to be out in Tokyo at night.

In the dub:

Pumpkinmon: Uhh, I quit. Gotsumon: Yeah, me too. Group: Huh? Pumpkinmon: Why should we fight? Somebody always gets hurt. Besides, it's way more fun just hanging out and cruising around the city! Gotsumon: That's for sure! Hey, why don't you guys hang out with us? Group: Huh!? (Lightning bolt strikes nearby) Pumpkinmon: Whoa, Myotismon's coming! Gotsumon: You should all hide!

It's worded a little different but mostly the same. I like Pumpkinmon's new point about how violence sucks, actually. Like. Unless you're Son Goku, on a scale of 1 to Fun it's a 0.

Takeru, Yamato, and Gabumon all hide while Pumpmon and Gotsumon go out to confront their boss.

It does not go well.

Vamdemon: Where are the Chosen Children? Pumpmon: Unfortunately, they got away from us. Gotsumon: We almost had 'em! Vamdemon: You LIARS!!! I have no further use for you. NIGHT RAID!!!

Pumpmon and Gotsumon's deception confirms Vamdemon's suspicions, provoking a rare break from his typically cool demeanor.

We're going to see in a moment that he does know where the Yamato, Takeru, and Gabumon are. It's too late to hide. He's giving Pumpmon and Gotsumon an opportunity to tell him and prove that they haven't deserted their posts. A test that they fail.

In the dub:

Myotismon: Where are the DigiDestined!? Pumpkinmon: Uh, they were here just a second ago! They must have got away! Gotsumon: Yeah! You can't believe how fast they are! But we almost had 'em, boss. Myotismon: Yes. I can imagine. You had your chance; Now I'm condemning you to my dungeon in the Digi-World! GRISLY WING!!!

...yeah, we'll. Uh. We'll talk about Myotismon's dungeon in the Digi-World in a moment.

The acting for Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon is so good in this scene. They do a fantastic job selling these claims as pathetic excuses from dipshit minions.

There is, however, a bit of a narrative shift here. Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon are lying to protect their friends in both versions. However, in the original, Vamdemon sees through their lies and attacks them for betraying his side. Myotismon is just executing them for failure. This was their opportunity to "redeem themselves" for not finding the Eighth Child, and they bungled it.

Well. Shit. Vamdemon's on the attack, as his bats swarm Pumpmon and Gotsumon. Nothing to lose now; Go for the Hail Mary.

Pumpmon fires off his Trick or Treat, conjuring a colossal pumpkin above Vamdemon and dropping it. The Night Raid bats quickly return from their attack, moving into defense and catching the pumpkin. They ravenously devour Pumpmon's best move.

While his bats are distracted, Gotsumon tries to blindside Vamdemon with his Angry Rock attack. But. Like. It's a rock being thrown by a Child-stage Digimon, and Vamdemon's Perfect. He telekinetically stops the rock with a sharp gaze, then shatters it in midair.

The dub calls these moves Pumpkinmon Power and Rock Fist Attack respectively.

Once the bats have finished eating Pumpmon's pumpkin, they go back on the attack. Pumpmon and Gotsumon have nothing left to defend themselves.

Vamdemon's Night Raid descends upon Pumpmon and Gotsumon once more. They both let out the most bloodcurdling screams, and we pan away to Yamato, Takeru, and Gabumon in a nearby alley.

Gabumon: Pumpmon! Takeru: Gotsumon!

Yamato throws himself around Takeru and pulls him away, using his own body to break Takeru's line of sight.

Yamato: Don't watch, Takeru!

The axe from Pumpmon's head and one of Gotsumon's rocks clatter to the ground. Then they dissolve into pixel dust. The incorrigible pranksters are dead. Vamdemon takes a step forward, his boot landing where these parts of the prankster pair had dissolved, as if crushing their bodies underfoot.

There is no change in the dub. Even their bloodcurdling screams as they die are retained. This is because the dub already changed the context of this scene a moment ago. This is where "My dungeon in the Digi-World" comes in.

They pre-emptively altered the context of Gotsumon and Pumpkinmon's disintegration so they could present the death scene in all its gory detail, unhindered by the need to appease the censors. They went to the dungeon, so it's fine for them to die screaming while Matt yells at T.K. not to watch.

...honestly, clever. Points to the dub for managing to make the censors happy and preserve the emotional punch of this scene. Though if you're hoping for a follow-up episode where we spring them from Myotismon's dungeon, I... Uh... I have some bad news.

(Now that I think about it, his entire castle and the mountain it's situated on got obliterated the day after he left. He doesn't know about that. So... I guess they're fine. Dub Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon popped into existence in a vacant lot in the Digital World, then ran merrily off into the woods. The joke was on Myotismon in the end.)

With the deserters disposed of, Vamdemon next advances on the alley where Yamato, Takeru, and Gabumon are hidden away.

Vamdemon: The three of you are next. Yamato: (voice breaking) They were good people.... Gabumon: Yamato.... Yamato: YOU HAD NO REASON TO KILL THEM!!!

To understand how big a deal this eruption from Yamato is, you need to understand something. Much like children's media in the U.S., children's media in Japan generally frowns on the word kurosu, meaning "to kill". It's considered vulgar and inappropriate for young audiences.

Like western children's cartoons, Children's anime will generally favor other terminology. "Defeat him. Destroy him. Take him down."

Yamato here uses the word. We are not pulling any linguistic punches. This motherfucker murdered Pumpmon and Gotsumon.

Gabumon evolves into Garurumon, slamming Vamdemon against the wall of the storefront across the road. He gets a hit in, but Vamdemon easily punches him away.

Garurumon keeps up the assault while Yamato shakes with fury.

Yamato: Those guys... It may only have been for a little while... (voice breaks) But they were our friends! GARURUMON!!!

Vamdemon catches Garurumon in his Bloody Stream, whipping him away and tossing him at a building. Just then, Yamato's grief activates his Crest, pushing Garurumon into Super-Evolution.

In the dub, Myotismon is cruelly dismissive of Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon.

Myotismon: (Advancing on the alleyway) Well, that wasn't very difficult. Now it's your turn. Matt: (voice breaking) Those two... They were really trying to save us. Gabumon: You're right! Matt: Rrrrgh! And you just condemned them for no reason at all!

The dub does not have the nerve to say kurosu here. Though they have dropped in some "kill" words in the past. I think this is contextually too dark for them.

Garurumon attacks Myotismon, and Matt's speech here is:

Matt: Go get him. He should pay for what he did to those two! Those guys just wanted to be our friends! GARURUMON!!!

Tonal shift. Yamato's speech is a furious eulogy centered on Pumpmon and Gotsumon, while Matt's is a vindictive battle cry against Myotismon. As usual, the Americans are more comfortable in the realm of aggression than emotional sincerity, which often gets put on display with Yamato/Matt specifically.

WereGarurumon catches himself, landing on his hind legs on the building and then springing back at Vamdemon. Kicking off the most public Digimon fight we've had yet right here in the streets of youth culture center Shibuya.

We cut briefly to Patamon resting in a tree at Shibuya Station above the statue of Hachikou.

Patamon: Aww... Those girls said that if I wait here, I'd find Takeru...

In the dub:

Patamon: Aww... Those girls said the park was the place to find someone, but where's T.K.?

The spirit of Hachikou is strong today, however, and Patamon will be reunited with Takeru. The sound of screaming alerts him to something happening nearby. He looks up in time to see glowing signs on distant buildings destroyed by WereGarurumon and Vamdemon's fight.

(We aren't retreating this time; Yamato's out for blood. Also, fun fact: I'm sure I brought this up before but WereGarurumon himself is a Nightmare Soldier.)

The public below look on in horror as werewolf and vampire duke it out in Shibuya. WereGarurumon dodges away from a stabbing Bloody Stream and counters with Kaiser Nail. His claws form an X-shaped projectile that slams Vamdemon back through the wall of one of the neighboring buildings.

Startled humans inside leap to their feet as the fighting progresses indoors. WereGarurumon jumps in through the hole, but Vamdemon's back on his feet. A Night Raid hits WereGarurumon dead-on; The bats lifting him through the air and crashing him through a neon sign.

Though the fight started off promising, the neon sign costs WereGarurumon dearly. Vamdemon now has the upper hand. Before WereGarurumon can recover and get back to his feet, Vamdemon lashes him with Bloody Stream.

The fight has completely turned. Vamdemon has the unassailable advantage now. WereGarurumon finally makes it back to his feet, holding his stomach, badly hurt. Only to take another Bloody Stream to the face and knock him back down.

Yamato and Takeru watch in horror while Vamdemon lifts WereGarurumon into the air on his Bloody Stream whips, shocking or burning or doing something to him. WereGarurumon screams in agony.

While the violence unfolds, Takeru isn't even thinking about it. He's buried in his guilt.

Takeru: (thinking) If I hadn't gotten so mad, Patamon wouldn't have left us. We never would have met Pumpmon and Gotsumon in Shibuya. And Pumpmon and Gotsumon... wouldn't have been killed by Vamdemon!

Holy shit, that is a lot to lay on the shoulders of an 8-year-old. Takeru believes his mistakes got Pumpmon and Gotsumon killed. He's... he's not right but he's not wrong either.

I love that he calls out Vamdemon as the killer. That's vital perspective that people struggling with guilt don't always have. Vamdemon killed them, not Takeru. He is not to blame. It's good that he recognizes that.

But the chain of events that led to their deaths did begin with him exploding on the train. He's not to blame, but he's still going to be telling his therapist about this when he's forty.

In the dub:

T.K.: (thinking) WereGarurumon's in big trouble and it's all my fault! If I hadn't been so mean, Patamon would still be with us and we would never have met Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon! And if those poor guys had never met up with us, they wouldn't be stuck where they are now! Ohhhhh....

Good effort. Doesn't land quite as strongly, but that's mainly because there's only so hard they can go on T.K.'s trauma when Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon are simply in a dungeon cell somewhere. They still put in as much effort as they can to sell this.

Takeru's grief and trauma and fear is so overwhelming at this point that it all comes crashing in together, pushing him over the edge for the second first time. Patamon SHINKAAAAAA!!!

FINALLY, a full 19 episodes following his death and reincarnation, Angemon is back in play. Patamon doesn't even know what's happening when the surge of Takeru's emotions hit him all at once and bring him into the fight.

Angemon soars over the onlookers in the streets below and straight on into battle. Vamdemon notices him at the last second, swerving out of the way of Angemon's swing - but the attack still goes through. Angemon's staff crashes through the whips of Vamdemon's Bloody Stream, breaking the bonds that are holding WereGarurumon down.

Angemon's intervention buys WereGarurumon a moment to finally catch his breath and get back up.

WereGarurumon: Angemon!? Angemon: Are you okay, WereGarurumon? WereGarurumon: Uh, sort of? Takeru: Angemon! Yamato: Takeru's feelings reached Patamon!

It's great that Angemon is back in the fight, but WereGarurumon's still hurting. We're not out of the woods yet.

Though the dub ratchets up the positivity.

WereGarurumon: Angemon.... Angemon: Are you alright, WereGarurumon? WereGarurumon: Yes. Thanks to you, I am. T.K.: Angemon rules! Matt: Well, I guess we don't have to look for Patamon anymore!

Matt, is that the most pressing matter right now? Dracula is still right there.

WereGarurumon gets his second wind while Angemon stares down Vamdemon.

Vamdemon: So you're the one who possesses holy powers. WereGarurumon: Let's go, Angemon. Angemon: Right.

In the dub, Myotismon is weirdly dismissive of Angemon?

Myotismon: Hmph. Angemon. They must be desperate if they sent you! WereGarurumon: Angemon, shall we take him? Angemon: Let's go!

Uh, Angemon is kind of a big deal? I mean, he's still only Adult-stage; He'd get wrecked in a straight fight. But Myotismon is talking about him like he's the team bottom-feeder.

Angemon doesn't even respond to Vamdemon. He and WereGarurumon go straight on the attack as soon as WereGarurumon's recovered.

Angemon goes high, raising his staff for an overhead swing, while WereGarurumon goes low. WereGarurumon feints with a spin kick. Just as planned, Vamdemon dodges upwards to evade, coming straight into Angemon's attack range. He's forced to raise his arm to block the follow-up from Angemon.

With Vamdemon momentarily pinned down in melee with Angemon, WereGarurumon rebounds off the building that was behind him and comes in for his real attack. He throws himself up into the fray, coming straight up at Vamdemon's defenseless back.

And then I guess we ran out of time and budget because a big blue light blob conceals the entire rest of this fight.

Vamdemon retreats, attempting to save face with a parting taunt and his weird robotic monotone laugh.

Vamdemon: I'll finish this fight later. Ah Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha.

So fucking creepy every time he does that. He laughs like a Text-to-Speech generator with a reverb played over it

Myotismon continues to have a much less Uncanny Valley laugh.

Myotismon: It's time I take my leave; We will fight again! HuhuHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Myotismon has a villain laugh and Vamdemon has this eldritch thing masquerading as mirth.

Now that the fight is over, WereGarurumon and Angemon revert to Gabumon and Patamon. (Not Tsunomon? Odd.) Yamato and Takeru race over to check on their Partners.

Yamato lifts Gabumon into his arms as much as he can.

Yamato: Gabumon....

He looks concerned, but Takeru is distraught, with tears in his eyes. Considering what happened to Patamon last time he evolved, you can understand why he's freaking out.

Takeru: Patamon!? Are you.... Patamon: Yeah. I'm okay, Takeru. Takeru: T_T I'm sorry for getting mad.... Patamon: Don't cry, Takeru.

Of course, Takeru's fears are misplaced. The reason Angemon died last time was because he channeled the full holy might of all seven Digivices through his body at once. It was that desperation play that killed him.

But Takeru has had a fucking hell of a night and he can be forgiven for thinking he was about to cap it off by watching Patamon die again.

In the dub:

Matt: I hope they're alright! T.K.: Me too! (Both boys grab their Digimon Partners) Matt: Gabumon? T.K.: Ohhh... Patamon! Are you okay? Patamon: Yes. I'm alright now, T.K. T.K.: I'm sorry, Patamon. I'm sorry I got mad. Patamon: Don't cry, T.K. It's alright.

There's some extra dialogue leading into it but it's otherwise the same.

Yamato and Takeru walk back through Shibuya with their Partners, headed for the station. Along the way, they can't help but see the ghosts of the memories they made tonight, with two friends who paid a tragic price for it.

They were Shibuya-type Digimon to the very end.

Takeru: Onii-chan, over there....

Takeru points out the storefront where Pumpmon and Gotsumon dressed up, and the memories flow in from there. Thirty seconds of silent flashbacks while a mournful piano melody plays in the background.

Yamato: (quietly) ...let's go home. Takeru: Yeah.

As the boys leave, a pair of shooting stars twinkle by overhead. A parting symbol of the lives that were lost tonight.

The dub tries to keep things light and upbeat, which really doesn't work for this scene.

T.K.: Hey, look in that window! That's where those crazy Digimon tried on all the clothes, remember?

Due to the dub's aversion to silence, the flashbacks contain voice lines from Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon, of the various things they said in those scenes.

T.K.: Aww, they were funny. Matt: I know what you mean, T.K. I miss them too.

Yeah, you can't lighthearted a scene about grief. T.K.'s lines end up underselling the severity of what's happening in this scene. Though I guess that's to be expected since Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon went somewhere else.

While Yamato finally takes Takeru back to Shibuya Station to drop him off, we turn our attention back to Odaiba.

The camera pans across the Rainbow Bridge, passing over Daiba Park where Vamdemon's base is located.

Narrator: The children saw the cruelty Vamdemon is capable of with their own eyes.

Then we cut to the Yagami home from outside. Hikari is in her room doing homework. The camera slowly pans up to reveal Tailmon on the roof. Watching.

(What she is watching, I have no idea. All she can see from her vantage is the balcony of the apartment above Hikari's.)

Narrator: Soon they would realize that this was only the prologue to the great battles ahead. Once the Eighth Child discovers their destiny, the flames of battle will flare in an instant and devour everything.

Then we close on a shot of Hikari's Digivice lying in a nest made from stolen hangers. Because crows.

Narrator: There's not long now until that time arrives.

Since the dub has no narrator, Matt takes the mic and uses it to spell out the Moral of the Episode.

Matt (V.O.): I guess we shouldn't take our friends for granted! T.K. nearly lost Patamon's friendship and who knows if we'll ever see Pumpkinmon and Gotsumon again! (Shift to the Yagami home) Matt (V.O.): But one thing's for sure; I know Myotismon isn't through with us yet! His henchmen are out there right now searching for the Eighth DigiDestined! Gatomon: (thinking) You may be sweet, little Kari, but next time I will get my claws into you. Narrator: Will Kari survive her next encounter with Gatomon, Myotismon's most loyal servant? Find out on the next Digimon: Digital Monsters.

Oh fuck me, I guess we DO have a narrator all of a sudden.

Remember, kids: Treasure the friends that you have. Because you never know when Dracula will murder them lock them in a dungeon.

The dub still doesn't quite understand what's going through Tailmon's head right now. She wasn't thwarted in her attempt to kill Hikari; She ran away because Hikari makes her feel feelings that are freaking her out.

She's fence-riding. Trying to monitor Hikari because she's pretty sure Hikari is the Eighth Child, but using "We don't know FOR SURE" as an excuse not to take further action.

But the dub's still playing Gatomon as super determined to kill Kari, but struggling to find an opportunity. Even though she had a perfectly good opportunity that she fled from.

Assessment: Fuck me, this episode. Hahahahaha hi shit is dark today. Between this and Angemon's first outing, Takeru will be in therapy until he's ninety.

This episode's a bit of a cheater. Like, it's kinda bullshit that Tsunomon can go straight to WereGarurumon in the same night he recovers to Gabumon after how much time was spent building up the drawbacks of Super-Evolution - and then revert back to Gabumon instead of Tsunomon.

I'm not sure if this is going to be the new standard going forward. The Digimon do get stronger over the course of the series; It was a plot point on File Island that practice made them better at being able to evolve to Adult-stage more frequently and consistently. So it may be that we're getting better at Super Evolution too. We'll see if this sticks. But it's still weird that he can hit Perfect in an episode he starts out in Baby.

Of course, Pumpmon and Gotsumon tore my heart in half like I knew they would. And Takeru, just... Just... Takeru. It's not exactly the episode from Fullmetal Alchemist (both versions, you know the one) but it's brutal nonetheless.

The dub... This is another one of those episodes where they were screwed from the outset. The censors were never going to let them do this episode justice. It's dark as shit. They didn't want to deal with angry parents calling because their children are screaming and crying over a pumpkin boy.

But for what they'd be allowed to do, they did a better job with it than I expected. It's still a pale imitation of the original, but there's more definition to that imitation than I thought I was going to see. A C for the overall product but an A for effort.

#digimon #digimon adventure #revisiting digimon #revisiting digimon adventure

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taste-your-silhouette · 1 year ago

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I'm gonna fly straight to you

Pairings: Damiano David xfem!reader

Contents: Fluff

Summary:You and Damiano are cuddled up in bed, brainstorming epic future adventures together.

Words: ~694

A/N: Hey again! Haha, well, I hope you dig it and forgive me again if you come across any errors while reading.

You and Damiano are lying in bed at a cool hotel room, it's almost sunrise, but you're still wide awake, chatting about all the things you dig about the world and each other. Damiano is in the midst of their tour, so it's been tough for you both to find quality time together. But now, you've hit your limit and couldn't bear being apart any longer, so Damiano figured out a way to fix that, whisking you away to the country they're visiting this weekend. You should be catching some Z's, Damiano, especially since he was rocking it on stage a few hours ago and will have to be back again in a few hours to jam out for the upcoming day that's about to kick off. "You need to sleep and get some rest, and I should let you do that, but damn, it feels amazing being all cozy in this bed with you. Your voice so close to my ear is pure bliss." Damiano leans in even closer, plants a sweet kiss on the top of your head, and whispers, "In just a few weeks, we'll have endless nights like this until the next tour kicks off. Can't fucking wait." "I can't wait too! I'm gonna be glued to you every single night, and you better get ready, 'Cause you'll be serenading me with all those love songs you've been keeping under wraps," you exclaim, bubbling with excitement . Damiano chuckles, thrilled at the idea of finally unveiling those unfinished and top-secret tunes he's been penning to soothe the ache of longing whenever you're apart. "Let's have epic nights filled with those tunes," he suggests, and you grin, eagerly anticipating those days that are just a tad out of reach. "Oh, we should totally hit up that spot we spotted on Instagram! Let's take a rad getaway, it's gonna be pure magic," you mused, lost in daydreams of the two of you chilling in a cozy beachfront cottage, frolicking in the waves . And out of the blue, you and Damiano were brainstorming ideas for mini adventures during the gap between Måneskin tours. Like always, when you two dive into future plans, you get lost in a world of fantasies, reveling in the joy of envisioning a shared future. Your love is so strong that even the simplest of plans they conjure up are bound to be epic. "I gotta confess, I thrive on the tour energy and the love from our fans when we're rockin' the stage, but you know what I love even more? Snuggling up with you every night and waking up by your side every mornin' ," he declares, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead. "And drift off in each other's embrace." You interject, sporting a grin. You carry on talking about the your future, but you notice Damiano speaking with his eyes shut, seemingly drained and on the brink of succumbing to exhaustion. "Rest, amore mio," you murmur, planting a tender kiss on their cheek. "Hmmm, nope. I ain't dozing off, still wide awake," he responds with a drowsy tone. You can't help but beam at the sheer charm oozing from this guy, who's holding you tight and whispering sweet nothings. "I don't wanna sleep, y/n. 'Cause having you by my side feels so damn good, I don't want this to end and then spend weeks and weeks apart from you again. "Chillax, cuore mio. Soon we'll be reunited and have a blast with all our epic plans and then some, alright?" you reply. "Alright, let's sleep then. That way we'll be one step closer to that awesome future," Damiano says, feeling more at ease with his response. "I love you, Damiano. Sweet dreams." "I love you too, y/n. I fucking love you." And just like that, the two of you drifted off to sleep. You in Damiano's cozy inked arms and he in yours, just as it will be soon.

#Må #Måneskin #damiano david #damiano maneskin #damiano david x reader #damiano david x you #damiano david fic #damiano david fluff #maneskin imagine

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chickenparm · 1 year ago

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Tiny Little Teeth (cat!Scara/f!Reader) Pt 1

it's a rite of passage for anyone that writes for scara to at least do ONE scarameow fic. anyway, 3 chapters for sure on this one, maybe a 4th if i feel like party rockin.

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cat(boy)!Scaramouche/f!Reader - Reader is Traveler 2,628 Words - SFW (future NSFW) (no warnings this chapter - smut tags on AO3)

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“Traveler, pleeeeease?”

Paimon struggles to float under the weight of the kitten, her arms wrapped around his torso as he wiggles and wiggles and wiggles and hisses. You watch for a moment how his little teeth are bared, the pupils of his eyes wide enough that only the thinnest purple iris is visible as he glares at you. Can a cat glare?

This one is. You think you like him.

“Alright, fine. But he’ll have to stay in the teapot, he’s just too little to travel around with us now.”

At the sound of your agreement, he starts writhing even more, and you reach out to take the kitten from Paimon to keep her from sinking like a rock. Holding him by the scruff, you lift the cat to look him over - ink-colored fur, pretty violet eyes with strange markings around them, the whitest feet and ears you’ve ever seen…

“You’re a cute thing, aren’t you? What should we name you…” You use your other hand to support under his back legs, holding him closer to your chest as you release his scruff and instead run those fingers down the raised hair along his spine. “Angry little thing. Kinda reminds me of…”

“That’s what I thought! So grumpy!”

Paimon already agrees before you get the name out, and the two of you giggle amongst yourselves. Ducking your chin to look at him, he stares up at you with a vicious little hiss, just before you say, “Oh, if he finds out he’ll be so mad. Let’s do it. You’re my little Scarameow now.”

Razor-sharp tiny claws sink into your skin at his visceral reaction to the name, teeth bared as his face scrunches up in rage. But it’s not frightening - only cute enough to make you coo and bend to press a kiss right on that angry little forehead. “C’mon, let’s get you home. Paimon, can you watch the teapot for a while? Maybe take it to Nilou for safekeeping?”

“Can do! Oh, can you use the kamera and take a picture if he does anything cute? Paimon wants to see!”

The kitten grumbles, and taking a little pity on him, you falsely make the promise to her and withdraw the teapot from your inventory to head home for a little while. Paimon’s voice trails off with her goodbye as your navel is pulled, and the world shifts from one reality to another, leaving you in a field of wildflowers that wave gently in the breeze.

The kitten goes slack in your arms, the whipping of his little tail petering out as his furry head turns left and right, taking in the sights of the field, the smattering of buildings not so far in the distance, and the backdrop of other landforms beyond it. Even if he probably can’t understand you, you still can’t help pride from filtering in your voice as you begin your walk to the main house and explain.

“This is my home. Well, our home, now. You’ll be comfortable, safe, and warm. Nothing bad will ever happen to you here. You must’ve been awfully scared, being all alone like that.” You say, unaware of how the kitten’s head tilts up to look at you. “What sort of food do cute little kitties eat, anyway? Fish?”

Of course, he doesn’t answer, but he does prickle a bit when you refer to him as cute and little, like he isn’t aware of how small he is. Or how soft his tummy is on your forearm. Somehow, you feel like he’d be mortified if he knew just how much you wanted to put your face in his fur and blow raspberries.

You’d probably lose an eye, you think.

Stepping into the home and shutting it behind you, you don’t bother to lock it as you call out, “Tubby! You home?”

“I am always home, Traveler.” The bird sparkles into existence, the kitten’s fur stands on end as those little claws sink in again. Dipping your head, you shush him and scratch behind one of his tiny little triangle ears, but it doesn’t do much. It almost makes him madder. Narrow red lines well up on your arm from where he’s been scratching and biting you. Tubby waits patiently for the exchange to finish before asking, “Is this a new resident?”

“Yes! This is Scarameow, he’s going to stay here for a while. Do you think you can sift through the storage and see if there’s any furniture that will be good for him?”

“Miss Diona did pass along some of the furniture blueprints they use at the Cat’s Tail when they need to replace something too clawed-up…”

“Perfect!” You agree, holding the kitten awkwardly as you start to kick off your boots. Tubby doesn’t like it when you track dirt into the house, and you’re not feeling up to suffering passive-aggressive comments about your cleanliness today. Tubby flickers off, and you’re once more left with a kitty that’s wiggling desperately to be let free.

Not just yet, though. You wander into what serves as the living area, a few couches near a fireplace that’s already lit. You grab a throw blanket and bundle it up on the couch, then carefully set him there. “That’ll have to do for now. I’m going to go and see what I can find you for food. I bet you’re hungry.”

Purple eyes look up at you, unimpressed. Your face twists in minor annoyance, “C’mon, I’m doing the best I can. If I expected to get a kitten today, I’d have prepared a little better. Maybe you should work on your timing.”

The kitten meows, a loud thing that can’t hold the weight of his own annoyance at you. Planting your hands on your hips, you bend a little and say, “‘Meow’ to you, too. Y’know, if you want to be menacing, you’ll have to work on not being so cute. If you keep being grumpy, I’m going to get your belly and it’s going to be very embarrassing.”

Another meow, teeth bared like needles, fur starting to raise on his tail. In fact, he stands, his back arching and the rest of him puffing up as if to look bigger, scarier. And you only laugh, reaching out with a palm and pushing him over into the blankets. “Cute little thing. Scarameow is a good name, you really do remind me of the Balladeer… uh, Wanderer, I mean. Don’t tell him I messed the name up, I’m still getting used to it.”

The cat pauses in getting up, head tilting as if curious. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to vent to him a little, he is just a kitten. It’s not like he can tell anyone unless he suddenly learns to talk like Neko. Standing straight, you let your arms fall to the side with a sigh, “It’s weird, he and I are the only people that actually remember what happened before. He’s kind of a jerk, but… I’d hoped that maybe, if anything, he’d be willing to let me… oh, I don’t know. Be his friend?”

Settling on the couch, you abandon the idea of food for now. The kitten doesn’t seem interested anyway. But he does settle down to sit on the blankets and seems to be listening intently to what you’re dumping out on him, even if he doesn’t understand. Leaning back against the couch, then letting your head roll to look at the ceiling, you continue, “I want to talk to him, but honestly, I’m not sure how to do it without him assuming I’m just taking pity on him for it all. I’m not, really, but he just seems kinda… lonely?”

No answer from the kitten. Maybe he’s fallen asleep already, maybe he’s not listening at all.

“Despite everything, I kind of get it. Y’know, after everything he’s been through, I’d probably be the same way. So I can’t really fault him for a lot of it. Well, maybe I can, just a little. But people can change, and it seems like he’s putting in some effort.” Your hand reaches out to the blankets, searching for the kitten to try and pet him absently, but your hand comes up empty.

Lifting your head, the blankets are empty, but in the space between your lap and the makeshift bed, the kitten is frozen mid-step, like he’d been sneaking closer. It looks up at you, and you look back, and carefully you turn your gaze back up to the ceiling. Maybe if you don’t give him so much attention, he’ll be a little more accepting of it all.

And the idea strikes you enough that you speak it into the world, “Maybe that’s the key. I’ll give him some space, just make it known that I’m willing to accept him and then back off. If I come on too strong, he’ll just get annoyed.”

There’s a pressure on your thigh of a small paw pushing in, then the opposite, and as you covertly look down, you can see he’s making biscuits on your lap. Not quite sitting on you, just off to the side, but it’s a start and you can’t help the giddy smile on your face. Biting your tongue, you don’t draw attention to it and instead bring one hand to curl around his back where he sits next to you, a warm presence against your palm.

“Do you think that’ll work? Ah, you’ve never met him, how would you know. I bet you’d get along, though. Two angry little guys.”

Claws poke against your leg in a warning, and you laugh a little as you finally lift your head and look down at him. “Alright, alright. Hm… y’know, I have an idea. If I promise not to get your tummy, will you put up with me doing something else less demeaning?”

A head tilt, a cautious ask of what you’re planning before he accepts anything. You guide him away from the copious amount of biscuits he’s been making and settle him in the blankets again before getting up. “I’ll be back, just going to go to the workbench for a bit and make something. If you hate it, you don’t have to ever look at it again, but I think it’d be… cute.”

Scarameow growls, looks at you unsure, but you’re already walking away and leaving him alone in your home. Before leaving the room, you look at him over your shoulder. He’s sitting where you left him, looking suddenly very small, and a little coo leaves you that makes him bristle and stand, back arched once more.

Your laughter is what remains in the room with him as you leave.

The kitten waits while standing, then sits down to wait more. Then he lays, curled in a tight ball, eyes watching the doorway that you left through. The fireplace crackles nearby, lulling him into a calmness that makes him relax a little. Eyes drooping, he watches with disinterest as that weird little bird appears in the room, floating around and materializing what looks to be furniture suited for a cat.

A little tower with multiple levels, a wooden bowl-shaped bed filled with soft pillows, a box with a paw print on it filled with unknown contents. Then, the bird moves to the window and opens the curtains, letting the sunshine in. Suddenly, the kitten perks up a little, getting to his feet and streeeetching before all but tumbling from the couch. Annoyed at himself, he wanders over to the window.

There’s just enough of a ledge that he can sit up there, so he backs up and lowers himself, rear end wiggling a little before launching up. Still unpracticed, his claws catch on the edge as he undershoots the distance and has to scrabble on the rest of the way. Looking over the edge, he sees a few marks left in the wood, and his chest puffs up a bit. Good, serves you right.

Outside the window is that same view he was greeted with on arrival. Wildflowers fill the field, waving in unison as each breeze wafts over. His eyes follow the patterns as he lowers himself and tucks his limbs in, then his tail around himself. You said he’d be comfortable, happy, safe. He’s heard it often enough, but when was the last time he felt it?

Mildly disgruntled, he realizes he’s feeling it now.

He’s not sure how long he looks out the window, feeling the sun warm his fur as it moves across the sky. But his ears twitch, your footsteps returning, and he doesn’t have time to get up before you enter the room and coo, “Oh, you’re loafed up. How adorable!”

You clasp your hands around something, then tuck your hands beneath your chin at the sight of him looking so comfortable in the window. You don’t miss the scratches left from his journey up there, but you don’t really mind. It’s not like he did it on purpose, and it’s an easy fix.

Wary eyes watch as you approach and kneel at the window to be on an even level with him. With a little smile, you reassure him once more, “I made you something. If you really don’t like it, you don’t have to wear it, but you really do remind me of him, so…”

You set the little object down in front of him. A bright red cord of expert make, looped into a necklace and tied with a red bow around a little white puff ball. And on the end a golden ornament lacking the depth of detail of the original, but still a good enough mimicry that you feel proud of it. The kitten stares and stares, almost as if his eyes are unseeing. Patiently, you wait, considering he hasn’t batted it away like you initially expected.

And then, one of those soft white paws untuck from beneath his body to reach out and paw at it, tugging it closer. A quiet acceptance that’s solidified by how he doesn’t fight you when you carefully settle it over his head and around his neck, ensuring it isn’t too loose or too tight. “There, you could get it back off if you wanted, but…”

And then, with a little laugh, you fold your arms on the window ledge and prop your chin on them to look at him with a pleased smile, one that’s absolutely fond. “Anyway, don’t let him see you wearing that. He’d probably blow a blood vessel seeing you wearing it and having that name. Ugh, he’d probably think I want to keep him as a pet.”

The kitten looks at you unamused, one paw still resting out, claws starting to flex in a quiet warning. All you can do is grin, scrunching your nose at him, “And then I’d have to explain that I did it because I’m already fond of him. Is that weird? I’ve known of him for a long time, and we’ve been enemies for almost the entirety of it. One soul-searching journey and now I’m fond? I must be crazy.”

The kitten nods. A delighted laugh leaves you and you reach with one hand toward him, your cheek resting on your other arm. To your surprise, he doesn’t bat you away as your fingers start to scratch beneath his ear, but he doesn’t seem entirely pleased, either.

“I think it’s been a long, long time since anyone was fond of Wanderer. After all he’s been through, don’t you think he deserves a little softness, now?”

The kitten doesn’t say anything, but if you hold your breath and stay very still, you swear you can hear a quiet little rumbling coming from him as his eyes start to droop closed.

#scaramouche #wanderer #genshin impact #genshin #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #reader-insert #x reader #f!reader #female reader #afab!reader #scarameow #mdni #nsft

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writer-in-theory · 1 year ago

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Smooth Talkin', So Rockin' - Snippet

I wanted to share a little bit of what I've been working on since February. This is a small part of my fic for the Steddie Big Bang event (@steddiebang ). Huge thanks to them for running this event, or I wouldn't have tackled just a large project.

In this fic, Steve is just Steve Harrington by day, but by night, he's performing in sold-out stadiums as iconic popstar Zayne Maine. Eddie Munson is an up-and-coming rock star hell-bent on proving Zayne's not all he's cracked up to be.

“When are you going to admit Zayne’s a good person and a good singer? Clearly, you think so, otherwise, you wouldn’t be here," Chrissy asked.

“When he admits he had no good reason to cover our song,” Eddie responded quickly, still not sure if he even believes it anymore, “and when he stops being so popular, Jesus Christ.”

“You’re unbearable and I can’t wait to see your face when he proves you wrong live.”

“We’ll see about that,” Eddie spoke, glancing around for anyone he could use to prove his point. Most people were busy by now, rushing to accomplish every last-minute task before the start of the show. The openers were on, leaving only a precious few minutes to get everything set up.

There was one person, though, standing off to the side like he meant to disappear in the crowd.

He wore all black like many of the crew did, though instead of working like the rest of them he was leaning against a wall sipping on a bottle of water. An intern, maybe? Well, Eddie wasn’t above bothering the interns if it meant proving himself right.

“Hey!” Eddie called, waving the unknown man over. The man looked shocked, pulling an earbud out and pointing to himself like this was the first time someone purposefully noticed him. “C’mere, I have a question.”

The man listened, and walked over close enough that Eddie could get a better look at him. He was, admittedly, gorgeous in the kind of way that only normal people got to be. He was unassuming in his comfort clothes, with the kind of flowing hair that would normally have Eddie swooning and bright, brown eyes that were earnest in their focus. “Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham, right? What can I, uh, do for you?”

“I’m so glad you asked,” Eddie said with a Cheshire grin, ignoring Chrissy’s eye roll. “You see, Chrissy and I were having a debate amongst geniuses, and we need you to be our tiebreaker.”

“Oh, oh I don’t think I’m your guy. I can go get—” He looked a little like a deer caught in headlights, doe-eyes wide as they flicked between Eddie and Chrissy. It was charming, the way he seemed so shocked that Eddie was talking to him now.

“On the contrary...what’s your name, man?”

“Steve. Steve Harrington.”

Steve Harrington. Delightfully plain, with no obvious connections to anyone in the industry. This might be the first person Eddie could talk to in L.A. with zero strings attached, no expectations or cameras watching them.

“Well, Harrington, I need someone on my side. Think you can do that?”

“Depends,” Steve answered, smoothly dodging the arm Eddie went to sling around his shoulders. He raised his eyebrows, arms crossed almost like he was trying to size up Eddie. It was an attitude that not many people took with him anymore, either because they were too starstruck or too terrified of him. “Think you can be a little less cryptic?”

“That might be kinda hard, I am known as the Cryptid of Hawkins.”

Steve’s laugh was like the bells of Notre Dame—bright, music-like, and commanding in a way that had Eddie clinging to the sound for more.

“You’re not called that,” Steve returned, completely focused on the conversation despite the growing commotion around them.

“Oh, so you’ve heard of me.”

“I have,” Steve said, “It’s hard not to, you’re kinda popular.”

“Say that to the Midwestern moms who form protests outside our concerts,” Eddie laughed, remembering all of the angry signs that rivaled all the good ones at his last show in Indianapolis.

“Hey, bad press is still press,” Steve answered, shrugging once like the concept didn’t bother him much. In general, nothing seemed to phase him despite talking to a not unfamous musician while backstage at one of the biggest concerts of the year. Who was this guy? “So what was it you needed?”

“Oh, right! What d’you think of Zayne Maine? It’s a safe space, I promise I won’t tell,” Eddie asked with a light teasing tone in his voice.

Surprise took over Steve’s expression then, coming in a slow wave as he clearly tried to comprehend the question. Then he laughed, a nervous thing that ended with Steve’s hand running through his beach waves. Right when Eddie was about to ask what was so funny, Steve asked, “You really wanna know what I think of Zayne Maine?”

“Only honest opinions will be accepted,” Eddie answered, “Chrissy over there seems to think he deserves all this hype.”

By the time Steve opened his mouth to respond, the commotion backstage finally caught his attention. Steve turned his head as someone asked where Zayne had gone, his cheeks flushing pink as he watched the crew search for the missing popstar.

“I think that’s my cue,” Steve sighed, beginning to step back from Eddie, “I should go find him.”

“Are you his PA?” Eddie asked then, feeling his heart begin to race. Did he really just ask Zayne Maine’s personal assistant if he thought the man was an asshole? No wonder he wanted to get away from Eddie so soon! The first time Eddie met someone gorgeous, funny, and completely out of the celebrity circle he goes and has to ruin it. Screw Zayne Maine for making him trash talk the guy’s boss.

“Something like that,” Steve answered, shaking his head and beginning to walk backward, somehow managing to stay out of everyone else’s path like he already knew where they'd be. If Eddie were to have tried something smooth like that, he would’ve fallen flat on his face in seconds. “Come find me after the show, I’ll give you my answer then, Eddie.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie bb #steddie big bang #steddie bigbang #snippet sunday

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su8arandspite · 11 months ago

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New Year, New Beginnings

Summary: Eddie has been hiding from you all night and you try to find out why. Or, alternatively, the one where you and Eddie ring in 1987 in the best way.

eddie munson x afab!reader

warnings and content: pure fluff, not proofread closely. Just a quick new years blurb for y'all :)

Word count: 1.2k

The New Year’s Eve party was in full swing. It was a far cry from the ragers of his King Steve days, for sure, but Robin and Steve’s new apartment was full of friends and that was much more your speed anyways. Your extended friend group, even Hellfire and the kids, was scattered throughout.

From your spot in the living room, you had a good view of everyone. Ever the gracious host, Steve was in the kitchen helping dole out drinks and snacks while he chatted with Robin, who was leaning against the countertop and laughing between handfuls of popcorn. He handed a fresh cup of soda to Dustin which was received with a grin and the younger boy took his drink over to rejoin his conversation with Will, Lucas, and Mike. Max and Eleven stood in the circle with them, but the girls giggled amongst themselves about something. Nancy cuddled into Jonathan’s side on the couch, cheeks flushed with alcohol, and engaged in debate with Argyle, who seemed much too high to be making much sense. Gareth and Jeff joined them on the opposite loveseat, slotting into place like they’d been friends with you all for years. The joy that permeated through the flat warmed your belly along with the rum and Coke you sipped.

As you came up one person short, you couldn’t help but to frown. Eddie’s absence from the fun stuck out like a sore thumb. The night was wearing thin, and you hadn’t seen Eddie in almost an hour now. Instead of his rightful place in the middle of it all, you finally found him hiding away. Eddie stood slumped against the wall in the hallway.

Your voice broke him from his thoughts as you approached.

“You’re sulking,” you observed.

Eddie’s forced smile was anything but convincing. He struggled to meet your eye.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Eddie grunted, “It’s stupid.”

You shrugged. Gesturing to the cheap plastic headband which Steve insisted you put on as you helped him set up earlier that evening, you assured, “Can’t be any more stupid than this.”

That cracked a smile from him. Eddie’s eyes flickered from yours to the big Happy New Year! headband you wore.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“So, are you gonna tell me what’s bothering you, or should I just assume you’re sad that you aren’t getting to see Smokey Robinson perform on Rockin’ Eve tonight?”

“Could be worse,” Eddie laughed, head shaking slightly. “Last year, they had the Judds.”

You hummed and drowned a giggle in another sip of your drink. Eyes narrowing, you sized Eddie up over the plastic rim. He shifted his weight, shuffling his sneakers against the ground, and tapped aggressively against the Solo cup in his hand. Nervous energy exuded from his pores—more than usual. You struggled to figure out why.

After a few more thick moments of silence, Eddie sucks a deep breath in. His eyes caught yours as he fiddled with the skull ring on his finger.

“I’m sorry I’ve been MIA all night,” he said. “I’m just super nervous.”

“Nervous?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, see, there’s this really cool girl, who I really like, and I’ve been working up the nerve to ask her to kiss me at midnight.”

The world stilled. In your best attempt at remaining casual, you asked, “Oh? Lucky girl.”

He nodded. His lips curved into a small, playful smile and he reached behind himself to set down his nearly-empty cup. Your stomach flipped as he took a step towards you.

“Mhmm,” he hummed. “You might know her, actually. She’s, uh, about yay high–“

You could feel his warmth as he lifted his palm in line with the top of your head. It complimented the bite of butterflies at your stomach lining quite well. That warmth only spread as his grin widened and dimples popped:

“Kinda hard to miss. Prettiest girl in the room.”

“Better hurry,” you quip, checking your watch. “There’s only about five minutes left in ‘86.”

Eddie dropped his cheek to his shoulder. “Guess there’s no time to waste then…”

With a deep breath, he locked onto your gaze. “So, what do ya say? Can I kiss you?”

Your cheeks flushed with heat. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The remaining four minutes of the year passed in a blur of anticipation. Somewhere along the way, you set aside your drink and Eddie mustered up the courage to pull you to him by the hips.

The chanting of your friends from the other room served as your cue.

Two!

Eddie’s fingers spread to cradle your cheeks. He kept your gaze locked on him. Your tongue pushed out to wet your lips as you smiled up at him.

One!

The chorus of happy new year!s barely reached your ears over the thwump of your own heart as Eddie crashed his lips to yours. His hands gripped the back of your head, fingers tangled up in your hair. You swore the fireworks going off outside were just in your head as he moved his lips languidly against your mouth.

From his spot near the kitchen, Dustin spotted you and Eddie. He smirked and tipped his cup of Coke in toast. Eddie’s giant crush on you, as Dustin had lovingly called it, was anything but subtle. The amount of patience he had for you at your first meeting of Hellfire had been unexpected from their usually very strict Dungeon Master, to say the least. As time went on, and you became an integral part of the club—as much more than just the sole female member, he might add— you and Eddie became attached at the hip, but his soft spot for you never waned. It was obvious to Eddie’s friends that he had it bad for you; shit, Gareth put it best when he teased that you could see the cartoon hearts blooming in Eddie’s blown pupils.

The feeling of your friends’ eyes burned into your skull, but, for once, you didn’t have it in you to care. Eddie cradled your face like the most precious of treasures and it was damn near impossible to think past the burn of his touch.

Dustin nudged Mike, tipping his head towards the couple. “Ha! Told you.”

The taller boy grumbled. He grimaced at the sight of his friends’ public display of affection and reached a hand into his pocket for his wallet. Mike slapped the $5 bill into Dustin’s waiting hand.

“Well, damn,” he said. “I really thought he’d never do it.”

As Steve turned his head towards the boys, his eyebrow quirked. “What was the bet?”

“Mike thought Eddie would never have the balls to actually make a move, but I knew better.”

Robin stepped up behind Steve, chin resting against his shoulder as she peeked out to see what they were all looking at. The wolf whistle she let out was loud and abrupt enough for Steve to take the glass of champagne from her hand, muttering about cutting her off.

To your surprise, you didn’t have it in yourself to feel embarrassed. You pulled away from Eddie’s kiss, dazed. “Holy shit.”

“Hell of a way to end the year, huh?” He whispered, pulling you in for another embrace.

#my writing #stranger things #eddie munson brainrot #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #my beloved #fluff #new years #new years kiss #steve harrington #robin buckley #dustin henderson #hellfire club #the duffer brothers #st4 volume 2 #eddie lives!au #short blurb

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hunterbunter3000 · 2 years ago

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I stumbled upon your 141 sweetheart tag and i have some ideas for you, mama. You ATE that shit real good.

So, i don’t know about you but Sweetheart is giving ✨sweet and spicy✨ at the same time like, doing this wholesome tiktok with ghost, i can just see him respectfully glaring HEART EYES at her with his arm crossed on his chest with his mask full of kiss mark🥹 AND one time she was about to go undercover at a club but her outfit is so cute and she was SLAYING, be feeling herself way too much so she made this tiktok, and i kinda imagine soap and ghost would caught her in action because she was taking too long and they be like “damn mama.” KAHSSKSHSKKAKA AAAHHKKK

GIRL I ATE???? DID I EAT GOOD 😜😜😜

twirling my hair and shiiii 💖 I'm so glad you like Sweetheart! And GAAAAHHHDDD THESE ARE SCRATCHING MY BRAIN JUST RIGHTTT

Like ik damn well Sweetheart just bounces up to Ghost and says "I need to do something with you." With big Ole eyes and an excited grin. He's already bracing for what she has in store but he didn't think it would be KISSING

AND ALOT OF IT??? ON HIS DAMN BAKLAVA???? girl first off, ya lost ya damn mind-- do you know how HARD IT IS to wash out lipstick? He couldn't care less tho, he would let her do it all again in a heartbeat. Especially seeing how happy she was doing it 🥹🥹 ugh

He was so giddy inside when he felt her plump lips the first time on his cheek. Granted, it was on his mask but he could still feel the love that went through each and every kiss.

And when she did the same to König and Soap- OUUUUUU HE WAS SO MADD

(They saw the video and begged her to do it to them next. Obviously she agreed- when I tell you that König wanted to marry her right then and there, and Soap was slumped back and out of breath HAHAA)

AND THE CLUB ONNEEEE I- g i r l

The dress was TIGHT and it was ROCKIN EVERYTHANG

It still had enough looseness to let that ass fly so you know she had to show it off a bit 😍

Soap already knows that Sweetheart takes long as shit, and then poses and giggles for about half and hour in front of the mirror before leaving, but it's taking longer this time

So he and ghost go to check on her and GYAT DAYUM IT'S RIGHT IN THEIR FACES-- LIKE GOOD NIGHT GIRL WE KNOW YOU GOT A FAT ASS BUT J E E Z

Ghost could feel the waves comin from it. He feels a bit lightheaded

(WE MUST STAY FOCUSED BROTHERS)

Soap whistles and mutters "damn mama" and she immediately pops up and gets embarrassed and starts yelling at them

(And Soap calling Sweetheart 'mama' has me FROTHING at the mouth. Like Alejandro already calls her that, BUT SOAP??? My lord I'm in shambles)

Oh and at the club, the target was HEAD OVER HEELS with Sweetheart but Ghost wasn't having any of it

Ghost: Don't you touch her, don't touch her, don't touch-- HE TOUCHED HER- that's it I'm killing him

Soap, over the comms: LT NO

AHAHSSHAJJA THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THESE THESE ARE AMAZING ♡♡ I hope you have a good day! 💖💕🫂🫂

#HEEHEHE #sweetheart gettin all the bitches ugh #EUGH MAKES ME SICK #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost incorrect quotes #cod oc #cod x y/n #soap x reader #soap cod #cod imagine #mw2 soap #mw2 ghost #black!reader #141 sweetheart

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fraudulent-cheese · 6 months ago

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So i finished watching TDPI (and i have a theory on why it's so hated)

Yeah, it's actually been nearly a week since i watched the finale. Took me that long to scrounge up the motivation to write this post lol

I watched episodes 9-13 with my buddy @rockin-it-rusty again, and i have. thoughts.

Honestly, Hurl and Go Seek and Scarlett Fever were probably the highlights of the season. They're pretty funny episodes, where both Jasmine and Shawn's conflict is solved and Sky and Dave's relationship hits a brick fucking wall due to Dave's own character flaws. The set-up for the challenge is also pretty unique for an eating challenge and i like the comedy! Also Scarlett Fever having an actual antagonistic force is fun.

But i'll be real: I barely even remember anything from episode 11. And i don't remember much from episode 12, either. Doesn't help i wasn't the most concentrated on the episodes themselves, but the challenges and the character relationships weren't the most compelling/interesting to me. I'll say this though, Sugar and Sky's weird little alliance was fun while it lasted.

As for Lies, Cries and One Big Prize... God, the finale's mid. Im already not invested in Jasmine and Shawn's conflict, and im not gonna be invested in this either! But i think Skave's conflict is actually interesting here! Sky kissing Dave while having a boyfriend back home she wanted to break up with but forgetting to is interesting, and even Dave reacting very very badly to being rejected in episode 9 was fun to see. It's like. Oh my god. A relationship this season having some depth??? That i don't need to extrapolate myself?? There's three things that kill it for me though.

If you've been following this blog for a while, or hell have talked to me on Discord, you KNOW i am not a fan of straight, basic romance, and that's basically all that skave is for like half the season. Granted they have a better start than jashawn, who just blush at eachother once and then the plot happens, but that doesn't mean it's any less boring to me! The misscommunications are frustating because they feel completely artificial, and they only get compelling by Hurl and Go Seek. The episode Dave gets eliminated in.

The second thing that bothers me is that Sky leading Dave on in the finale (and that is what she's doing during the final challenge since she doesn't want to date him afterwards) is out of character for her. Her whole thing is winning honestly; she literally tells Sugar two episodes earlier that she can't cheat during the challenges or else they won't have an alliance because Sky's uncomfortable with that. Why would she be comfortable leading anyone on, even if it's for a victory then? It's still cheating! You could argue it's to push a contrast between her sportsmanship and her apparently being a disaster in relationships in that regard but i seriously doubt that's what the writers were going for!

The final nail in the coffin for me though is Dave's entire reaction. It's pretty funny how pathetic he is about it in episode 9, but his attempted murder of Sky is going just a bit too far? Especially since the worst he did earlier on this season was being a little bitch and being insistent. Would i belive he'd probably not react well? Absolutely. Would he try getting back at Sky? Oh, definitely, that guy's not well adjusted. Would he try killing her? I don't think so. I don't know, Total Drama makes you do crazy shit.

But yeah, those last couple of episodes have made me realise exactly why i belive Pahkitew Island seems so hated (and by extension why World Tour is so well liked) and i think it's because of it's ending episodes. The season's peak is reached at Scarlett Fever, to the point every episode afterwards just felt way worse, both in terms of entertainment and writing. Coupled with challenges i wasn't very into, relationship conflict that wasn't very compelling to me and eliminations that weren't very convincing (episode 12 would've been so much more interesting if Sugar had gotten voted out an episode earlier. Even if i love her character!).

Frankly the attempted drama in the finale just reinforces that impression of it all being... Artificial. Not in a "The Island Is Mecanical" kind of way, in a "The Writers Are Just Forcing This Conflict" way. Like it doesn't feel like a thing the story needed, or a conflict that arose naturally from the characters' dynamics with eachother. idk.

Endings both have a huge impact on how people perceive media, as well as a lasting impression on it; it's the reason TV shows can go from dominating Pop Culture to being hated and subsequently forgotten about in a matter of weeks or months if they're lucky. Pahkitew Island is at it's funniest and most entertaining during the middle of the season and it's end arguably contains the weakest episodes out of the entire season. Contrast that with World Tour, which outside of G1 bias has it's better drama and episodes later on since all the characters it flanderized and assassinated aren't there anymore but shush As well as having good moments earlier on. Hell, if you ignore the final two minutes, World Tour can be argued to have one of the best finales and im only not saying it's the best one because both TDI and ROTI exist and have a better one. While Pahkitew Island probably has one of the worst ones. The show kinda just... Ends. Dave probably gets mauled by a robot bear and Sky, Shawn and Jasmine are off the Island and that's that.

That, coupled with the lack of character interactions is probably why people don't tend to talk about this season, which is a SHAME because it's a really fun season, with really fun characters and actually good ideas! It deserves to be explored more, appreciated more!

And with no transition at all, let's talk about my character opinions!

Dave is. Yeah, it's a whole thing. Him being more insistent in episode 9 on charming Sky at the start feels a bit forced? but it's probably because i thought the "bet you still wish i was your boyfriend" line came a little bit out of nowhere for me? Feels like it came from an earlier draft, or the writters of the episodes before it didn't keep track of where his relationship/opinion on Sky was. I do think him taking the rejection awfully and being really pathetic all episode is really funny however, and it makes skave more interesting by default to me, so it helps!

...Ok, fine, i'll talk about the finale. I'll elaborate on this in Sky's section, but it doesn't do Dave's character much favors. He feels a bit more pathetic in that episode before the existence of Sky's boyfriend is revealed, and then the whole reveal happens and... yeah. Dude seems happy by Sky possibly dying. Just feel like that's a little too far? Compared to how he was before? Idk.

I'll talk about Max first over Scarlett because i have way more to say about her than him. He's still funny. My earlier post on him is still right. His elimination is hot garbage btw, dude should've gotten kicked instead of Ella

Now, Scarlett's actually interesting, since we've gotten to the twist; i really like her in concept as a villain that is antagonistic out of a lack of morality and not just. Being a piece of shit. Then again, the whole evil vilain twist in Scarlett Fever kinda sorta entirely goes against this. Genuinely think that Max just made her fucking snap and she tried to blackmail Chris into getting the million herself because she couldn't fucking handle being around this guy. She hates him

Jasmine's fine. It's nice to see her get actual screentime, but wow she spends 90% of it glued to Shawn and it kinda sucks since i don't think i have a great grasp on her personality due to this. When i'll rewatch the season to take more precise notes i'll try to pay way more attention to her character i guess? Her clear trust issues should've been explored, just saying.

Sugar's GREAT. Seriously, she's my favorite part of the show post Scarlett Fever and it's not even close. She's genuinely funny! I love seeing her do her own thing and be a menace, it's great. The show's super mean to her about it? For some reason? I think the writters were trying to treat her like the main antagonist but she really doesn't read like one to me. Girlie deserved that spin off she mentions in episode 9. Or i guess she technically got it since she appears in Dramarama. Maybe i should watch the episodes she's in...

Shawn, like Jasmine, is kinda there for me. I do think creating conflict between these two is a good idea, but the writters just lean wayyyy too hard into the Zombie Apocalypse Nutjob aspect of his personality in episode 11 especially, it just flattens him and it's pretty sad since he's got some interesting things about him, and the way he tries to make it up to Jasmine both time they're in conflict is cute. Wish they actually communicated more tho

Finally, Sky. Oh Sky, how i wish they treated you better. Listen. In theory? I don't hate the idea of Sky having a boyfriend back home she wanted to break up with. Perfect way of adding drama to a character that didn't seem to have any. The problem is the everything with the finale. The writters make her seemingly lead Dave on during the final challenge and while she was probably going to come clean before Dave interrupts her again (which is actually a good way of showing they wouldn't work out due to him not putting in the effort of listening to her), i don't think her doing that at all would be in character. Her whole thing of good sportsmanship and winning without cheating feels off when contrasted with this. Also, girl should've really just said to Dave that she was planning to break up with her boyfriend and not to the confessional camera. Doubt that would've stopped Dave from freaking out, but at least she'll have tried i guess.

SO. I'LL ASK AGAIN: DOES PAHKITEW ISLAND DESERVE THE HATE?

NO. No it doesn't.

I'd even consider it the most underrated season of Total Drama! It just... really got fucked over by circomstances and things out of it's control. This season was written at the same time as All Stars, by like 4 writers, with a whole new cast to flesh out and only 13 episodes to do so and seemingly less ideas. You can tell that by the end, the writers really didn't care and just wanted this shit to end - the final three episodes feel like first drafts, even moreso than the earlier episodes did. And it sucks! It sucks because this season had a whole lot of potential, and it either got wasted or crapped on by the fandom at large!

I just... I wish this season got treated better, is all.

Also why the fuck does Chef only get five lines. What was up with that

#cheese posting #string cheesing #tdpi #total drama #total drama pahkitew island #td dave #td scarlett #td max #td sugar #td jasmine #td sky #td shawn #skave #because i don't hate their dynamic and i talk about it alot in this post so might as well tag it #td chef #cheese opinions

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