#they just go and get the three people in the room outside

[readwritealldayallnight]

There are less than ten minutes left until midnight when you realize you can’t find Ghost anywhere

The local bar you and the rest of the 141 are visiting tonight is packed tight, on account of it being only a few minutes before the new year

The Lieutenant had mentioned stepping out for a smoke a while back, but had yet to return to the table you were all occupying

It was silly, but a small part of you had been harbouring some hope that you might get a kiss at midnight this year

It wouldn’t be so silly, if you were hoping to have that kiss with anyone other than Ghost

And yet, that was exactly the man you’d had your eye on all night and all year if we’re being honest-

“I’m going to run to the ladies room really quick.” You murmur quickly, hopping out of your bar stool before anyone can realize you’re slipping away, their attention focused on some story Soap is recounting enthusiastically

You work your way through the densely packed crowd until you make it to the back entrance, finding the door propped open with a brick

Carefully pushing it open and poking your head out, you scan your gaze around the back alley until your eyes land on none other than the tall, dark figure of your Lieutenant, leaning against the brick wall a ways down further away from the light, the smoke from his cigarette wafting from his hand

Wordlessly, you make your way towards him, his attention never straying from the hole he’s currently staring into the wall ahead of him, even as you step up next to him and lean your own shoulders against the bricks

Only when you let out a small sigh does his head instinctually turn towards you, even just the slightest fraction, and he slightly raises his cigarette towards you in offering, bringing it up to his own lips to inhale when you shake your head

You can’t help the way your eyes naturally follow the movement, zeroing in on the pair of lips you’ve spent so much time thinking about and such little time ever seeing with your own two eyes

You’re certain it must be the liquid courage still running through you that prompts you to speak up, otherwise you don’t think you’d ever be brave or foolish enough to look him in the eyes and say, “Hey Ghost, when was the last time you had a midnight kiss?”

You only know he’s heard you because he cuts off his inhale abruptly, eyes snapping towards you, exposing his genuine surprise for only a split second before he’s recovering already, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and letting the smoke out, taking those precious seconds to absorb your words, before carefully choosing to say:

“What are you fuckin’ goin’ on about now?”

“You know,” you quickly reply before you can feel too embarrassed to back down. “A kiss. On New Years Eve. At midnight. People do it all the time. When was the last time you-”

“Never.” He replies bluntly, throwing his cigarette butt onto the ground next to him, stomping it out with his boot before turning to face you fully

“Oh. Really? Because I-”

“Is tha’ what you came all the way out here abou’? A bloody kiss at midnight?” A chill runs down your spine at the sound of Ghost’s rough, Manchester accent just uttering the word kiss. Your eyes are locked on his lips as they form around the word, failing to notice how his own eyes are now glancing down at your own mouth

“Fuckin’ hell- come here then.” He playfully rolls his eyes before pushing off the wall, taking the small step it takes to close the distance between you, his one hand coming to pull his mask up just a little further until it’s resting over the bridge of his nose, while his other hand is slipping behind the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as he pulls you towards him without hesitation

Your hands land on his shoulders, reaching up on your tip toes when he slots his lips over yours, just as you hear the crowd inside the bar chanting, “…three, two one, happy new year!”

You’re not sure which are louder, the fireworks erupting outside on the streets or the ones going off in your head as you kiss Ghost back

Before you know it, he’s pulling away from you, leaving you breathless where you stand

He allows himself one last glance down at your lips before he’s pulling his balaclava back into place, reaching an arm around your waist to turn you back around towards the propped door

“Come on, pretty. You’ll catch a cold. Ya didn’t take my jacket I left for ya.” He says, paired with a sneaky smack to your ass as he leads you back inside, where there are three men waiting, and though they’d been occasionally entertaining other women throughout the night, they each had realized they couldn’t find you as midnight approached

[babyboy555777]

3 and then some~ Rafe and Barry

Summary~ you make a proposal to Rafe and Barry. Telling them one of your wishes one late night at a kook party held at Rafe's house.

CW~ Threesome, light name calling, mxm kissing, eating out, unprotected sex, rough rafe, soft barry. (Should be all)

~rafe! x barry! x female reader!~

You, Rafe, and Barry had always been somewhat close. Well, whenever Rafe and Barry actually got on decent terms again. It was always the three of you hanging out at Rafe’s house. Them doing drugs and you sitting back watching them snort lines off the table. Barry always came to Rafe’s party as 1. A supplier of course. 2. As a friend of yours and his. And 3. Well simply because he filled the empty air in the parties and made it all the more fun.

You and Rafe, like any other day before a party, drove to Barry’s to talk with him about what drugs he should bring. You laid on Barry’s couch legs propped up onto the back scrolling on your phone as they talked. “Some pot of course. Mostly sell it outside because last time people started smoking that shit in the house.” Rafe leaned back into the chair spreading his legs covering his mouth with his hand.

“I don’t know how much though I guess leave it up to you.” Rafe spoke up again. “As for the powder. Just for us to carry around. Sell it at the table and watch them do it like always. We don’t need people doing dumb shit with it.” Barry nodded his head at Rafe’s words. “I got it man don’t worry. We do this every time I don’t see why you still drive over here man.” Barry huffed and shook his head.

You looked from your phone looking at them both. “Both of you stress each other the hell out. It’s so unbelievable” you chuckled at your own words and shook your head going back to your phone. “Oh, now princess pipes up. Didn’t even talk the whole 20 minutes you’ve been here.” Barry rolls his eyes, and you do the same.

“Oh, bite me I’m just bored. Plus, Rafe told me not to chime in this time.” Rafe nodded his head with a slight smirk appearing on his lips. “Yeah, well that I did. I don’t need to be clouding my head with that blabber mouth running.”

“Oh, you can bite me too Cameron.” You rolled your eyes getting back onto the phone. He let out a sigh standing up from his seat walking over to you. “Come on don’t be that way.” He looked down at you. “Anyway, get up we got to go shopping.” He patted your thigh turning his head back to Barry.

“Call me if you need anything before tomorrow.” Barry nodded his head dabbing up Rafe. You got off the couch walking over to Barry giving him a hug from the side. “See you tomorrow night. Let us know when you’re on the way over.” He nodded his head once again and with that you and Rafe left to go shopping for tomorrow night's events.

You sat in Rafe's room curling your hair on his floor. The party is supposed to start at 8 p.m. you opened your phone checking the time. 7:15. You had enough time to finish your hair and get dressed up. You didn't want to overdo it, but you always wore a somewhat "casual" dress. Although Rafe and Barry always had a word or two to say to each other about what you were wearing.

As quickly as you could you finished up your makeup, since you got sidetracked by your phone, and started to undress and change into your black dress. It reached just below the mid of your thighs. Hugging your curves ever so tightly.

Once last look into the mirror you quickly grabbed your phone slipping it into your bra after checking the time 8:27 and heading downstairs. The house was already filled with many people taking shots, eating some of the snacks, and walking outside to smoke. You saw Rafe hanging in the living room with Topper and Kelce.

You placed yourself on the arm of the couch beside Rafe resting your arm behind his head. He placed his arm on your thigh continuing his conversation with Topper. You looked around the house as more people filled the area one by one.

It was all starting and you were ready. Each shot you poured down your throat the more you loosened up. Each one feeling more and more inviting as the burning liquid slid it's way down your throat.

Your phone buzzed in your bra. You pulled it out looking down at the text from Barry saying that he was finally here. You took your seltzer and made your way outside seeing his small black car parked on the curb. "Hey." You said excitedly making your way over to him.

He chuckled as he shoved his keys into his pocket walking closer to you as well. "Looks like little miss princess is already getting started." You chuckled pulling Barry into a hug. One of his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him. He took a long drag of the smell of your hair and soon released you.

Soon you, Rafe, and Barry all sat in the living room talking with anyone who had sat down. They did their sells, Barry occasionally walking outside to sell some one the pot he had brought with him, and Rafe stayed in the living room with you as he watched person after person snort a line.

Growing bored you made your way upstairs to Rafe's room having an idea of a lifetime. You pulled your phone out of your bra once again and opened up the group chat with the three of you. "You guys come upstairs to Rafe's room when you have the chance." you hit send and sat down on the chair at the desk waiting for them both.

Rafe and Barry both saw the text looking at each other from across the room. A slight nod from both of them and they made their way up. Rafe opened the door slowly with Barry walking behind him. You smiled at them gesturing them take a seat on the bed.

They sat side by side knees touching each other, both looking at you. "I want to propose something. And neither of you have to agree right now or agree at all really. We don't have to do it."

They both looked at you confused knowing you there was no telling what words would fall out of your mouth next. Barry nodded his head letting you go on. "I want to..." You tried to find the words and also tried to think if you should just straight up say it or lead into it. "I want to have a threesome with you two."

Both of their eyes widened a little bit. Rafe soon chuckled. "I'm sorry run that back." He pressed his lips together and furrowed his brows. "I want to have a threesome. With you guys. I've literally thought about it for so long and I don't know I just can't keep it in."

You sighed. "I can't even stop thinking about it. Every time the three of us are together, I want nothing more than this." Barry shook his head, and a chuckled snort left him. "Barry I'm being serious."

You sighed once more. "It's not even drunk thoughts, okay? I truly want this and like I said neither of you have to do it." Rafe and Barry paused looking at you. Rafe looked you up and down biting his lower lip. Barry stared at you simply shocked. "Yeah, I'll do it why not?"

Barry turned to Rafe. "Really?" He cocked his head. "We've all been friends long enough and I mean who are we if we both lie saying we haven't wanted her for so long. Come on Barry."

A slight blush appeared on your face and Rafe's words slipped his mouth. Barry nodded his head. "Okay yeah. I'll do it." He looked back at you and so did Rafe. their stares felt like hungry predators ready to pounce. Their eyes had delighted, and both of them started to breath heavily.

"Tonight?" You said standing up. "I mean it's late and not like it really matters right?" Barry and Rafe nodded their heads saying they'd do it now. Their stares sent a cold shiver down your spine making you want to crawl out of your skin. You turned to Barry moving your hair out of the way. "Unzip me please."

He brought his hands up slowly sliding the black zipper down your back watching as the tight dress now lost it's shape. You slipped the straps off your shoulders slowly letting the dress fall to the floor exposing your back to the both of them. Your black lingerie with lace laid still on your body.

You walked away from the dress standing between them. They both moved making room for you to sit in the middle of them on the bed. You sat down placing a hand on each of their thighs.

You turned to Rafe, then Barry, then back to Rafe. You slowly leaned in connecting your lips with his. In an instant he grabbed the bottom of your neck pulling you deeper into the kiss.

Barry watched as you and Rafe made out. You slipped your hand up and down Barry's leg soon making your way over to his now showing budge. Your hands slowly rubbed through the fabric of his shorts making him throw his head back letting out a small groan.

You pulled back from Rafe giving him one last peck before turning to Barry. He pulled you in the same as Rafe did kissing you ever so softly. You rubbed Rafe's leg up and down earning a sigh from him.

Rafe moved closer to you planting small kisses on your shoulders. He moved your bra strap down off your collarbone soon moving in closer to your neck leaving small love bites below your ear.

You groaned into Barrys mouth making you move your head back releasing the kiss from him. Barry did the same as Rafe making his way to your neck leaving the same but also different bites. You bit your lip holding back a moan as the two fought at war over your neck.

You grabbed them both removing them both from you. Rafe's hands roamed your waist. As Barry looked his now formed bites on your neck. You scooted back onto the bed and both of them looked back at you.

"You two." Barry and Rafe looked at each other confused. "Kiss." They looked shocked and could barely form words. "Come on like you guys don't already think about it." You chuckled.

They looked at each other a moment and nodded their heads scooting closer to each other. Neither of them had done this before, and truly they were nervous. Both of them leaned in grabbing each other's face with one hand. Barry slowly closed the kiss making their lips connect.

At first, they were both hesitant to even go but soon enough they started. Their lips moving at a slow pace. Rafe pulled Barry in even more making them deepen the kiss. You truly bit your lip at the sight of them.

You leaned back taking in the sight of them. Each of them hungrily fighting for the next move. You moved closer pulling them apart to take off their shirts as swiftly as possible. "Eager are we princess." Barry chuckled.

"Shut it." you huffed out. You pulled them further onto the bed sitting on your knees between the two of them not sure of what to do. Rafe and Barry smirked at each other as they started to roam your body with their hands.

Rafe pulled your back closer to his chest. He quickly unclasped your bra letting it fall of your shoulders just like the dress did moments ago. “You don’t need this.” He whispered in your ear.

Barry moved your legs straight helping you slide off your underwear. “Or these.” Suddenly you had felt so exposed in front of the two men. Heat rose up your body to your face. “Come on darling don’t get so nervous now. Isn’t this what you always dreamed about?” Rafe said as his hands moved up and down your arms.

It all did feel like a dream. The absolute best dream you could ever have. You truly prayed this was real. You shut your eyes tight as Barry ran his hands up and down your legs. “Looks like she’s already falling weak.” Barry said with a smirk planted on his lips.

Drew chuckled lightly in your ear. His hands finally made their way to your breast slowly massaging them in his hands. “God who knew you wanted us so bad. And here we thought we’d never have you like such a mess.” Rafe said before planting small kisses on the back of your neck.

Barry bent down leaning closer to your cunt. His breath hitting your entrance caused you to shift. Barry held your legs open looking up at you and your now opened eyes. “Fuck.” You said quietly biting your lip at the sight of him. He planted kisses all over your thighs as he held your legs open.

“God and to think we’d be so lucky to have her all for us right country club.” Rafe chuckled at the words that left Barry’s mouth but agreed. “Can’t believe she didn’t give us this idea sooner. And who would have thought she’d be so wet at the sight of us making out.”

Barry chuckled back leaning further toward your cunt. He placed a small kiss on your clit making you shutter and buckle your hips. You were at a loss for words. The image of Barry between your legs and Rafe gripping your chest leaving kissing all over your shoulders and neck. It was all so much.

“Fuck.” Barry groaned before flicking his tongue all around. Your head fell back into Rafe’s shoulder taking in a gasp of air. Rafe turned your face to him slowly making out with you as Barry’s tongue worked like magic. You moaned lightly in Rafe’s mouth.

Barry’s mouth moved at such a heavenly speed. Sucking on your clit and moving his tongue up and down and in circles. He pulled away making you pull back from Rafe’s now plumped lips.

Barry then soon slid two fingers in you moving in and out making you throw your head back again. Rafe took this as an opportunity to massage your clit. Moving his fingers in circles. listening to your moans in his ears made his dick rise even more. You could feel his boner poking you in the back making you want so much more than was being offered. You felt so needy and greedy with these men. God you just wanted so much more.

“She’s falling apart.” Rafe chuckled as he looked at you. Not a single word left your lips. Moan after moan erupted through the air making them both turned on so much more. “Let me get a taste hmmm.” Rafe slowly moved you off his chest replacing himself with Barry.

He leaned down just as Barry did and immediately got to work moving his tongue as best as he could. The newfound pleasure made it hard for you to even be reasonable at this moment. Your vision blurred and your mind was fuzzy. You grabbed Barry’s face pulling him into a deep kiss.

“Fuck me.” You groaned out against his lips. You could feel Rafe smirk against your folds as the words left your mouth. Soon he stopped his movements getting off the bed. He nodded at Barry to do the same. Both of them stripping down to nothing. They had you in awe.

Both of them side by side rocked your world. They fit so well together, and they couldn’t help but torment you. They both climbed back on the bed looking at just each other. They moved in close like they had did previously slowly leaning into yet another kiss. All you could do was watch as each one fought for dominance.

Their heads turning every so often not moving from each other. Lips now swollen and hungry for more. Barry was the first to pull away and Rafe patted Barry’s face as a way to say good job.

Both of them smirked before crawling on each side of you. "All fours now." Rafe said behind you. you obeyed throwing your ass in the air and your forearms resting in front of Barry's knees. Both of them stoked themselves at the sight of you.

"Fuck." Rafe grunted out. He moved his hands over your hips slightly gripping them. You took a hold of Barry's dick swirling your tongue around the tip making. He grabbed all of your hair bunching it up into a makeshift ponytail.

Rafe soon aligned his rock-hard cock to your folds. Swiping his tip up and down your folds making you moan on Barry's cock as you bobbed your head up and down.

Without warning Rafe slammed into you filling you up with cock make you let out a loud yelp. "Fuck." you huffed out. Barry grabbed your chin making you look up at him. He slowly slid his cock in and out of your mouth. Rafe continued his movements in the back.

Thrusting faster and harder than Barry was on the other side. "So fucking tight. Shit Barry you have to feel her." Rafe grunted as he gripped your hips harder leaving marks. Barry removed his cock from your mouth letting you sit up more in the bed.

With a few more hard trust and loud moans escaping your lips he pulled out switching places with Barry. Rafe planted his hips in front of you. With your shaky hands you reached for his cock sliding it in your mouth and stroking the rest with what couldn't fit.

Barry was gentler with you. He held your hips just as Rafe did but his stokes where slow at first not trying to hurt you. You hummed against Rafe making him bite his lip and throw his head back. "Fuck good girl." He smirked looking down at you.

"Faster Barry." You looked behind you as Barry thrusted in and out of you. He gave a slight nod adjusting himself before pushing further into you at a faster pace almost reaching Rafe's.

Everyone in the room panted and moaned. The room feeling steamy and almost suffocating in a good way. Soon you could feel your high reaching its peak. Barry felt your walls clench around his cock making his shut his eyes muttering words to himself.

You let out a gospel like moan as Barry slammed into you once more making all your walls crumble. He pulled out quickly and Rafe moved himself from your mouth both moving off the bed. Quickly you followed getting on your knees in front of them.

You grabbed both their cocks stroking them at a fast pace. Both of them a moaning and grunting mess as they too were reaching their high. "Fuck, come on baby." Rafe moaned out grabbing your hair.

Barry continued to shut his eyes tightly as he felt himself building up. Soon both of them shot their hot liquid onto your chest. Both of them grunting and breathing heavily looking down at you.

Rafe grabbed the back of your neck pulling you into a sloppy kiss against his swollen pink lips. After he pulled away Barry did the same. He pushed the hair from your face and quickly grabbed his shirt off the ground wiping you off. Rafe grabbed his shirt handing it over to you to slip on.

Both of them slipped their shorts back on as you sat down on the edge of the bed. "Fuck who would have known country club?" Barry chuckled at Rafe. "Who knew this be the best night of my fucking life. Fuck the party were staying up here the rest of the night."

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hehe I had so much fun writing this hope you enjoyed

[xdyledz]

Boyfriend haul

background information:

recently i saw this video on tiktok where people show off their boyfriends in a haul type of tiktok so i wanted to show how this would go with bakugou.

bakugou and reader are both 21

bakugou lives with kaminari, kirishima and sero. I like to imagine they’re apartment having a up and downstairs.

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There are two things you love. Tiktok and your Boyfriend katsuki, and what’s better then one of them? both of them,…together.

You were in bakugous room watching tiktoks when a video comes up on your fyp called ‘ Boyfriend haul ‘. While watching the video you couldn’t help but smile at the video, then a bright idea came up to ask bakugo to do this with you.

Bakugou doesn’t really post on tiktok, but in the past he has done videos with you “ against his will “ so there shouldn’t be a problem.

You get out of his bed and go downstairs to the living room. Apon entering the area the first person to notice your presences is sero while he’s making his way back to the rest of the group.

“ hey y/n! how was your nap?” “ Ah it was good, i slept in the best bed after all “ hearing this sero giggles. Hearing your name the first person to turn around is kaminari, he’s the one you’re the closest with.

“ Y/NNNNNNN you’ve FINALLY awoken from you slumber “ he says as he gets up and makes is way over to you. Bakugou sees you but doesn’t do anything knowing you’ll make your way over to him. Once all three of you make your way to the couch you immediately go and sit next to bakugou.

“ Hi suki “ you say while giving him a hug. “ hey “ kaminari sees this and says “ ew you woke up just to snuggle with your boyfriend? “ “ shut up “ kirishima says before bakugou could say anything ( or do anything).

“ i need you help with something suki “ “ huh? with what? “ “ come upstairs and i’ll show you “ bakugo gives you a confused face and mumbles something underneath his breath but ends up getting up and following you back to his room.

“ Sooo….what kind of-“ “ shut up kaminari “ sero and kirishima say together “ wow, live with yours friends they said, it will be soooo much fun “ he says while leaning back into the couch,

once making it up stairs you pull out your phone. “ what the hell are you doing, and what do you need help with? “ “ Look “. you show him the video and say “ can we do this please “ with a smile.

“ No. “ “ WHY “ “ because that’s stupid, plus you said you needed help with something. i thought you saw a spider and needed me to kill it “ he said while sighing and crossed his arms. Looking into his eyes, you put you hands on you hip and say “ fine i’ll ask kaminari “ while walking past him. Once you reach the outside of the door he immediately pulls you back into the room and slams the door “ like hell you will, hurry up and do what you going to do. “

Satisfied with his answer you walk over to his desk and set up your phone to record “ ok so go over there, out a frame and then i’ll introduce you and say a bunch of stuff then we’re done” “ what are you going to say….. “ “ don’t worry a bunch of good things”” fine whatever”. Before pressing record you stand on your tippy toes and give him a quick kiss.

“ Ok guys i got a boyfriend for christmas and im going to give you all a haul “ stepping out of frame you grab bakugo and walk you both back in “

“ this model is a hero, he’s 6’2 and blonde and has red eyes “ you pull bakugos face into the camera which he grumbles at “ turn to side, ok nice jaw line, turn to the other side. and he has dimples” backing him up you say “ put your head up “ “ what? “ “ oh my- here “ you pull his head back and say “ nice adam’s apple, ok now here’s my favorite feature “ you turn bakugou to the side and grab his arm and roll up his sleeve. “ this model and very VERY nice arms. I like to bite them thinking it will taste like strawberry cake, it never does “.

Hearing this bakugou smiles “ ok now back to the front, he’s very nice to look at and to touch, ok turn around. thank you Anyways he has a great back and a nice butt that i like to grab”. Before you can even touch bakugou he grabs your hand and looks at you with a dark look “ Don’t “ Rolling your eyes you turn him back around and say.

“ i wasn’t going to mention this but as you can see this model does have a couple of malfunctions, he likes to talk back and has a very slick mouth. He also likes to fight. “

Apon hearing this bakugou breaks the cool guy and completely blows up “ HUHHH?? DO YOU GET OFF BY SAYING CRAP LIKE THIS?? THAT IS NOT TRUE “ “ know bakugou had no intention of hurting you, you turn to the camera and say “ see “ this only further angers him, he pull you into him picks you up and walks over to drop you on his bed “ See what? you know what you’re right i do like to fight and we’re gonna fight right now”. he says while raising both his hands and moving his fingers “ WAIT KATS NO- “

Bakugou katsuki ended up tickling you until he felt like you had been punished enough.Once he was done he leaned down and gave you a small kiss. it was sweet and soft really showing how much he cared about you. once he pulled away and got up and said “ hurry up and come downstairs before anyone gets any ideas”

Bakugou left you there with a sore tummy and sore cheeks but at least you got through your video.

The next day when you woke up bakugou wasn’t there, you saw a text message saying “ sorry I had to leave earlier then expected, hero stuff “ then and hour later he sent “ Also you’re video isn’t as horrible as i thought it would be “ confused you open tiktok and see that your video had completely blew up.

Rewatching it you couldn’t help but smile. Bakugou always knew how to put a smile on your face.

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Hello, this was very poorly written i know sorry.

[pullhisteeth]

I know I said I wasn't doing this anymore but I'm back for one more because this week had me thinking about Eddie and new year and Eddie between ur thighs on new year 🤭 nsfw/smut under the cut. happy new year to you all xxx

your warm cheek slides against crisp bedsheets and you gaze out of the tall windows of the hotel room, the view dark and sparkling with preemptive fireworks. you're not really paying attention to them because on his knees at the end of the bed, with his firm hands wrapped around your thighs, is Eddie.

it's New Year's Eve and he insisted on spending it entirely alone, together. after a busy Christmas he whisked you away to the city, told you he'd saved up a tenner a week all year so he could afford the nicest room with the nicest view in the tallest, poshest hotel he could manage. it's beautiful - when you walked into the lobby you'd almost cried, faced with marble floors and doormen who were kinder than you thought you deserved. and there the two of you were, clothes in backpacks, fresh of the train to New York.

"where've you gone?"

you tear your drooping eyes away from the pretty view and lift your head to look down at him. his thumbs are stroking the soft insides of your thighs and his eyes are just as kind, looking up at you, smile lines showing. you hum, dropping your head back and your hand to the crown of his head. you weave between curls and tug gently.

"this 's nice," you tell him lazily. he kisses the dip where your leg meets your hip.

he says nothing, watching you as your head turns back to the window. he enjoys the sight of you so happy and the gentle pull of your fingers in his hair.

"how long?" you ask him quietly. he glances to the television over his shoulder, where two daytime television stars he doesn't know the names of chat at a low volume in front of Times Square. the little clock in the corner reads 23:57.

"three minutes, sweetheart."

you turn back to the ceiling and playfully tug at his hair again. "better get busy, baby," you say.

you feel a brush of hot air as he laughs against your thigh, before he kisses each leg and moves between them again. he's slow, gentle, lazy with it as he brings you back to the brink. you've been teetering on it for an hour or so now, stopping to chat or kiss or lose another bit of clothing, but he always ends up back on his knees for you. soon enough, both of you hear the television coverage get restless, the crowds in the city getting louder - there's half a minute to go, he's on a timer.

he knows just what to do because he knows you, better than anyone has before. he speeds up, his mouth joined by determined fingers. you're panting, hands impatient in his hair, back arching. distantly you hear the tinny sounds of the television speakers, thousands of people chanting: ten, nine, eight-

"c'mon, sweetheart," Eddie's saying into your cunt, "you're so close, I can feel it."

-seven, six, five-

"Eddie," you pant, "keep- keep going, like that-"

-four, three, two, one-

suddenly, the indigo sky outside explodes in bursts of red, green, gold and purple, and you hear a chorus of horns on the streets below. at the same moment, your stomach tenses and your eyes shut tight, a white-hot pleasure bursting in your gut. Eddie coaxes you through it like always, fingers and mouth moving til you calm down and tell him to stop.

"that's it, gorgeous, you did it, knew you could. good girl."

you're heaving, your thighs are shaking and damp, and Eddie's laughing softly. after an age of working you up to it he got what he wanted: his own firework show at the strike of midnight.

"get up here," you whisper. your voice is a wreck and you're sure your brain's working at half capacity.

the crowds on tv are still cheering. Eddie moves over you, careful hands sliding your bare legs together and up onto the bed. resting above you, he moves damp hair away from your eyes and dips his head to give you a kiss, and then another one.

"happy new year, Eddie," you whisper as you lift your head to kiss him again, arms winding around his neck. you kiss the corner of his mouth, and his jaw, and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

"happy new year, angel."

[chrizrizz]

The New Year Countdown

MDNI !! cw. fem! reader, whiney Chris, dirty talk, semi-public sex (dorm bathroom), unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap the willy ok), not proofread wc. 750 masterlist

"We should go back..."

You are sitting on the bathroom sink in his dorm, Chris's lips dancing along your collarbone. Your dress bunched around your waist, makeup smudged, you looked like a hot mess. Neither of you mind though, only focusing on each other.

Somehow every single thing in December went wrong and both of you were working the entirety of December, only stopping for the Boxing day. Neither of you had a job that was based around ordinary work hours and it resulted in spending the days between the holidays on the couch, both of you working on your computers.

When he told you, that the boys decided, that they would celebrate New Year's Eve together and invited a bunch of people over, you were over the moon. Chris proposed spending a few days after off with no work allowed. The group had a free first week of January and since you finished everything, you could afford to stop for a bit.

The living room was buzzing with drunk excitement, which you were part of just a minute ago. You were talking to one of Jeongins friends when your boyfriend came to you hugging you from behind. You could feel that he was tipsy too, just enough to get into his usual lovey-dovey state. His warmth reminded you of how much you missed him.

And it turned out to be mutual, because that simple gesture somehow led to you ending here, exchanging messy kisses with Chris. He tasted like the whiskey he had been nursing for the majority of the night, the chips he had been eating all evening, and your cherry-flavored lip gloss, that he had kissed off of you.

"It's almost mid- midnight…"

Detaching from your neck, he looks at you with a mischievous spark in his eyes. "We have to be quick then, huh?"

He slides your hips closer to the edge of the sink and opens your legs more, his pelvis brushing against yours. The contact makes him whimper, his head slumping against your shoulder.

"Chris, please," you breathe out. Your body tingles with need, his touches so close, yet so far from where you wanted him. You paw at his trousers, trying to unbutton them. "Please, I am ready, I am. I promise. Please."

"Yeah, baby, I know." He battles with his fly for a second, before groaning and pulling his pants and boxers down as much as he can without opening it.

He is so hard, it looks painful. You slide your panties to the side, shaking with the anticipation.

The leaking tip of his cock slides in without any resistance and you moan way too loudly, completely forgetting that there are people outside the bathroom.

You hear the voices getting louder and you realize they are counting down the seconds till midnight.

Ten!

Chris slowly pushes in and throws his head back, eyes shut close with pleasure. The view is borderline pornographic, making you clench against him.

Nine!

He slowly thrusts into you, savoring the electric feeling of your connection.

Eight!

"Kiss me, ahh, please, kiss- kiss me," you whine out. He obliges. The kiss is uncoordinated, teeth clashing against each other.

Seven!

You pull him closer to you, throwing your arms around his neck. Your hands find their way into his hair, nails digging into his scalp.

Six!

He starts thrusting into you with newly found vigor. "You are sucking me innn… So tight. Baby, fuck baby, you are so tight."

Five!

While he babbles against your shoulder, you can hardly breathe, toes curling with pleasure.

Four!

"Baby I am gonna cum.. Will you cum with me? I can feel, ahh, I can feel you- you clenching around me… Fuck. Please, please cum with me."

Three!

Tears spill from your eyes, taking your mascara with them. You feel so full of love, full of pleasure, full of Chris.

Two!

"I am so so close Chris…" Your legs cross behind his lower back as your muscles start tensing.

One!

"Yeah, take it," Chris growls and slams his hips into you, as he paints your insides white.

Happy New Year!

The dorm is roaring with celebratory yells and laughs. You both are panting, unable to catch a breath. You feel your hair sticking to your forehead and cheeks burning from exertion.

Chris slightly pulls away and lays his forehead against yours. He smiles softly, the complete opposite of his rough behavior just a second ago.

"Happy New Year my sweet baby."

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[joelmillergirl]

Hot n' Cold

Word count: 4,898

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), piv, unprotected sex, creampie, hard/passionate sex, cowboy🤠

Authors Note: It was hot, I wrote smut, what do you want from me.

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You had your curtains drawn, shielding your house from the violent light outside. It was officially Summer, and you were already hating it. 

Summer had always been your least favourite season, even before the outbreak when you had better access to fans and coolers. Now, finding a fan that wasn’t rusted and broken was rare, a reality you tried hardest not to think about.

You had resorted to laying down on your kitchen tiles, limbs spread out lazily in almost a desperate attempt to cool off. You prayed that someone here in Jackson would be able to get the old air conditioning units working, but given it had been a year of trial and error, you weren’t feeling too hopeful. 

With a huff, you sluggishly lift up your arm, checking the time on your old watch. It was just getting into the evening, and with no sign of the heat dimming down just yet, you accepted defeat. 

With no energy to do anything, you decided then and there that the rest of your day would look the same, you laying on your floor until it cooled down enough so you’d be able to have a decent amount of sleep. Your plans, however, were rudely interrupted by knocking at your front door. 

You lift your head up slightly, eyes training past your living room to the front entrance, “Are you fucking kidding me?” You groan, seeing a blurry figure waiting through the stained glass next to your door. 

Only when three more knocks echoed through the house did you grudgingly pull yourself up, almost limping to the front door due to your lack of energy. You were frowning when you opened the door, face to face with your closest friend. 

“I know.” Joel nodded, looking almost smug at your unamused expression. “How you handlin’ it?” 

If even possible, your face contorted further into a frown, shaking your head slightly at him. “I’m sweating from places I don’t even feel comfortable naming.” You deadpanned, biting your lip to smother a smile. 

Joel hummed, his eyes quickly raking over your figure before coming back to rest on your face, “Tommy’s got people working on getting the units workin’” 

You interrupt him, “Okay… Joel? Inside, please. The heat is literally hitting me on the face and I’m about to just lose my cool.” 

With a nod, he stepped inside the border of your house, gently closing the door behind him. “Do you even have any cool to lose?” He joked.

You glare at him for a moment before going back to your kitchen, slumping down on the floor. “They’ve been trying to get them to work for ages, I will go out there myself and get them to work if I do not hear that thing running anytime soon.” You point to the air conditioning unit in the living room. 

“They’ll get it sorted. Don’t think they particularly appreciate workin’ in this weather fixing somethin’.” He said, groaning as he sat down adjacent to you, head leaning back against your fridge. 

He suddenly frowned, looking over his shoulder slightly at the fridge behind him, then he was up, knees cracking beneath him as he moved to where you were, nudging you out the way. You looked at him confused. He nudged his head towards the fridge, “Go sit there.” 

You complied, moving to sit where Joel had been, an instant flush of cool hit the back of your neck. “Dammit, why didn’t I think of this.” You mutter, pressing your back against the cold steel.

“Heat‘s messin’ with ya, huh?” Joel chuckled, tilting his head slightly. You shake your head in response, gently closing your eyes and untensing your limbs. 

You met Joel four years ago when Tommy had introduced you to him. He’d just arrived at Jackson, and you’d been assigned to be his patrol partner which was only supposed to last a couple months, but you’d been such a good duo, Maria had decided to make it permanent. 

Over the past couple months though, your relationship with him had seemingly changed. With recent struggles brewing between him and Ellie, you seemed to always be by his side, for his comfort but also your own. You didn’t always have to talk with him, a lot of the time you’d sit comfortably next to each other, doing your own thing whilst he strummed on his guitar.

The boundary line was ever so slowly becoming blurred, feelings becoming confusing. But like a lot of topics that required confrontation, you push it to the back of your mind, adopting the quote; out of sight out of mind. 

“What’s got that head worked up?” Joel mumbled in front of you, dragging your mind back to reality. 

You looked at him for a moment, blinking slowly. “Nothing.” You plainly say, smiling at him gently before closing your eyes again. 

The next day wasn’t any better. 

The air conditioning still wasn’t working and your tactic of closing the curtains to deflect the heat, was now failing. Rather than lying on your tiles, moping all day, you had resorted to hanging out in The Tipsy Bison, a cozy makeshift bar in the middle of Jackson. 

The only reason you’d packed up the courage to be in such a social setting was due to the cold drinks offered there and most importantly, it had a big fan mounted to the wall that actually worked. It was a step up from how hot you were yesterday, and the drink in your hand was helping to cool your skin. 

The leather next to you sunk as someone sat down in the empty booth you were sitting at. You turn your head to your left, coming face to face with Tommy; Joel’s younger brother. “Hi,” He smiled, “Fuckin’ steamin’ out there.” 

You raise your eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, “Steaming?” 

“Yeah.” Tommy nodded, leaning over to peer into your glass, “Some people are out there, sweatin’ their gooch off, trynna get air working for lazy folks like you.” 

A pair of women next to your booth look over at his words, eyeing you and Tommy down. You quickly look away. “Can you not speak like that in public?” You huff, close to speechless. 

Tommy laughs loudly, finding himself hilarious, but suddenly his demeanour changes and he turns to you with a serious look. “So… How’s Joel?” 

You look at him for a moment before answering, “He’s your brother, ask him yourself.” You’re silent for a second before you smile, “Why’re you here bothering me? Go get the air working.” 

He shakes his head, a smile spread wide across his face, "Just have to get out the heat for a fuckin, minute. Saw you here... Haven't talked for a while."

"And the first thing you wanna do is ask how your brother is?" You ask, tilting your head slightly at him.

He looks away from you, sucking in a breath, "Feisty."

“Tommy, if it’s not cold in my house tomorrow I’m gonna kill you.” You warn, a warm breeze filing through the cracks of the windows.

"Jesus, woman." Tommy says, shaking his head slightly, “Venom.” He stands up and adjusts his jeans, “Every word you spit at me is laced with venom.” 

You laugh gently, gesturing your head towards the front door, "Go work some more." You watch as he walks away, an unexplainable pit in the bottom of your stomach. You avoid the stares coming from the booth again.

People talked a lot in Jackson. Usually it was all rumours, secret words whispered behind a hand as you walked by, it brought a sense of familiarity back, considering they were acting like they were in high school again. 

They noticed things, could see the little things, like how you and Joel were always together, seemingly always just alone. You supposed it gave them a sense of familiarity too, finally being able to talk about something other than the end of the world. 

Sometimes it made you feel good, knowing other people could see Joel was focused on you, watching as he turned down other women just to talk to you. Aside from the odd insult you’d hear every now and then, you weren’t bothered by the rumours. 

On your way home, you decided to stop by Joel’s. The side gate was unlocked, the hinges creaking quietly as it gently banged open and closed. Hot wind. Adding onto the heat. You could hear him before you saw him, the gentle strum of his guitar, a low hum. You round the corner, stopping by the edge of the house to watch him, a smile tugging at your lips. 

He sat in a chair he made himself on his back porch, he’d made you a set also, specialised carving in the wood. He had a leg crossed over the other, his foot jerking to the beat of the song he was playing, you vaguely recognise it being a Pearl Jam song. His hair’s getting longer, you can see the curls at the base of his neck, greying slightly.

You step up the little steps up to the porch, the floorboards under your feet creak, Joel flinches slightly, looking over at you. “Sorry,” You smile, brushing out the fabric of the dress you’d thrown on, “Keep playing.” 

He shakes his head slowly, gently lifting the guitar off his lap and placing it by his side, “No free shows here.” He smiles at you, leaning back in his chair. “So… Cooling ain’t on.” He’s trying to rile you up.

You roll your eyes, moving closer to him. “Don’t remind me.” A gust of warm wind blows past, a shiver of annoyance rushes through your veins. You move to the railing, the wood burns your hands for a second, having been exposed to the naked sun for so long. 

The chair creaks behind you, heavy boots thumped closer until he was standing beside you. You watched as he moved to grab onto the wood, he too flinched back slightly at the contact, you smile. “Ellie…” Joel starts, “Think she’s warming back up to me.”

“That’s good, Joel.” You can hear him breathing, deep and calm. He looks down at you and you look back, “I’m glad.” You add, stepping sideways slightly to bump into his side. You stayed at his house until the sun had set well past the horizon, different constellations appeared back into the clear, dark sky. Only then did you decide to go home, praying to yourself as you walked back that someone had fingers lucky enough to get some cold air working.

You’d always heard about ‘the third time, the lucky charm’, and you’d never given it much thought. But today, you decided you didn’t believe in it, because it was the third day of this mini heat wave, and it was even hotter. 

The sheets were damp beneath you when you woke up. Thin sheets, minimal clothing and the open window had done nothing to help aid the temperature; you were at your breaking point, further being pushed when you discovered the air conditioning had still not been fixed. 

You tried to remain grateful, understood that the people working on it had limited supplies, that they too had to endure the heat, and the pressure to get it done. Feeling bad for your frustration over something they could not control, you made some lemonade for them all, bringing over a jug and some empty cups to where they were stationed. A small good deed to redeem your attitude. 

“Fucking heat.” You mumbled to yourself, wiping your hands on your dress, stepping up to your front porch, reaching for your door. Before you could open it, someone cleared their throat behind you, making you jump. 

Joel laughed, moving up the stairs to meet you, “I scare you?” He looks down at you innocently, waiting for you to answer him, a little curl falls in front of his face. 

“Yes, Joel.” You huff, opening your door aggressively, “You scared me.” You step inside, waiting for him to walk in before closing the door. 

He shrugs off his shoes, leaving them by the entrance, “It’s actually cooler outside.” He points out, moving into your living room. 

“I don’t even want to think about that.” You shake your head, brushing past him to the kitchen, pouring two glasses of water. “Reckon we could sit out the back?”

Joel nods, gratefully taking his glass from your hand, “Lead the way.”

Your porch was small, a perfect size, filled with plants, two chairs and a little rug underneath. Joel went straight for his usual chair, sitting down with a grunt. You vacated the chair next to him, leaning back with your glass nestled in your hands. 

Joel was silent beside you, eyebrows furrowed and eyes zoning out into your small backyard. You followed his gaze, admiring the wooden fence surrounding your home. He and Tommy had built it for you after you’d complained for a week straight about the old rotted wood that once stood there, now you were blessed with privacy you’d once had years ago. You’d never kept your promise to pay them back with some of your cooking, you suddenly remembered.

A flicker of movement catches your eye, a small, grey bunny slips through a crack in the fence. You tut under your breath, shaking your head. Joel’s body moves; he’s laughing. “Don’t even start. It’s barely a crack, I’m not bloody fixin’ it.”

“I didn’t say anything!” You laugh back, but your eyebrows furrow slightly as you take in Joel’s posture. His smiles faded again and he’s back to zoning out. You nudge him gently, “What’s up?”

He suddenly stands up, placing the glass by your feet, it’s only then you noticed he hadn’t had any of it. He goes to your railing, leaning over it. “It’s gettin’ harder. Every day, I’m fightin’ it, and I don’t think I can anymore.” He starts, leaning his head to the right slightly, making sure you could hear every word. He sighs, “Don’t think I want to anymore.” 

You place your own glass down, standing up to join him. “I don’t understand.” You see him hesitate, his body tenses slightly, you can hear his jagged breathing. A warm wind blows past you both, you watch as the trees sway gently in it. 

Joel looks at you then, turning his whole body towards you. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me this isn’t mutual.”

You watch him quietly, almost taken back at his forwardness. “Joel…” 

“No.” He interrupts, taking a step closer, “Tell me this isn’t in my head. I mean, fuck, baby. I love how we are now, but god do I ever wish it was something more.” 

A conversation you’d fought so hard to push to the back of your mind, words you’d dreamt about saying, planning out the best sentences to say that would articulate your feelings best, yet you stand in silence. Something inside you tingles, something deep in your stomach that travels up your body to your head, something goes fuzzy. Then you’re moving to him and closing the space between you, your hands moving to hold the back of his neck as your lips connect to his. It’s sort of an awkward angle, your head tilted back to be able to reach his face, you’re almost on the tips of your toes.

He takes a second to react, his hands awkwardly hovering by your sides as you first press your lips against his. As you moved to pull back having sensed his hesitance, Joel reached out. His hands move to your back, pulling you back to his chest tightly, firmly pressing his lips against yours. You feel him harden against your abdomen and he moans into your mouth with exhilaration, teasing his tongue against yours.

You worry for a second, worry that things were moving too fast. You’d spent years pent up, hiding your deepest feelings and forcing yourself to keep your hands away from him, but with every little movement, every spark sent through your body, your worries slowly started to vanish. As his hands move down your back to fondle your ass, you finally decide you don’t care. 

He squeezes the flesh between his hands, slapping it gently before he pulls away from you, looking pained as he does so. You watch him carefully, waiting for his next move. “Can I taste you?” He asks gently, his hands moving to ball the fabric of your dress. He spoke the words with such softness, such innocence, you faltered, almost uncertain if he meant what you were thinking. His fists tighten further, pleading with you with his eyes.

You take a gamble and nod, you think you’d like whatever he meant anyways; he doesn’t wait another second. He gently moved you backwards, your back pushed up against the railing of your porch, using it as a stabiliser as he moved down to his knees. “Careful.” You mutter, acknowledging the tenderness and soreness he often experienced with his aging body.

He doesn’t respond, instead, he bunches your dress in his hands and shoves it up, exposing your cunt hidden by a slightly damp pair of underwear. You reach down and hold your dress up, clutching it tightly as he brings two fingers up to your clothed clit, rubbing it gently. The sensation tears a moan from your throat, your fingers tightened around the fabric of the dress. As Joel slowly circled your clit, you doubled back and remembered that you were outside, you’d have to try and be quiet. Joel, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care, he probably found it to be a competition. ‘How far can I go without informing the entire neighbourhood I’m fucking my best friend on her porch.’

He finally tugs down your underwear, leaving it hanging by your ankles as he gently spreads your knees further apart. He was taking his time, you noted, savouring every second. You didn’t have any patience for savouring. “Please.” You moan, one of your hands let go of your dress to move to the back of Joel’s neck, pulling him closer in between your legs. “Just do it.” 

You could see him debate with himself for a second, tease her more or give in. He decided to do the latter. He looked as desperate as you felt as he gripped the sides of your thighs, looking up at you once more before he connected his mouth with your clit. He used his tongue in replacement of his fingers, circling your clit as he used the rest of his mouth as a suction. You jolted in place, mouth strung open and eyebrows furrowed together as he worked his way through your body. You could feel every movement his tongue made, the slow pressure of release in your abdomen quickly built its way up, finally forcing another moan from your throat. You tightened your hand around Joel’s hair, tugging the curls at the base of his neck, eliciting a deep groan from him. 

You knew you weren’t gonna last long, not as he moved one of his hands to play with your clit as his mouth moved further down, his tongue pushed into you slightly as he fully engrossed himself in you. His other hand rotated between holding your hip and moving back down to your thigh, squeezing the flesh beneath his palm, the sensation somehow pushing you further into euphoria. You take your hand away from his neck, moving back up to your dress, you let go with your other hand, moving it down the base of your body to where his hand was resting on your hip. 

When he felt you hold onto him, he adjusted your hands so that he was holding yours, fingers gripping you tightly as his mouth moved back up to your clit, his other arm moved around to the backs of your thighs, pulling you closer to his mouth. He was moaning gently into your clit, you could feel the vibrations pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your orgasm took you by surprise, arriving so suddenly you could hardly think as your legs began to shake and your fingers gripped so tightly around Joel’s hands, he winced. You don’t know how loud you were being, your senses were all out of whack. The high seemed to last forever, your clit throbbed gently. Your heart was beating out of your chest, the slight tremors in your legs not ceasing even after he’d slowly moved backwards, away from your cunt. 

“Fuck.” He whispered quietly, admiring you once more before he hauled himself up, giving you no time to react as he crashed his lips against yours, pulling you so tightly against his chest you struggled to breathe. “Fuck that was sexy.” He muttered against your lips. Resting his forehead on yours for a moment. Behind you, you could hear a back door open. The sounds of a quiet hum dragged you back to your senses, you’d forgotten to stay quiet. 

“Inside.” You mumble, dropping your dress back down and pulling up your underwear. He closed the door behind you when you walked in, you were still trying to catch your breath. It was hot inside, hotter than it was outside; your hair stuck to the back of your neck. Joel approached you quietly, brushing your hair away from your neck with the back of his hand. He laid a gentle kiss there, when he pulled away you could still feel his lips on your skin. 

You pulled your dress up over your head, leaving it to drop down next to your feet. You stood before him in nothing but your damp underwear. Joel inhaled deeply behind you, his hands hesitantly reaching out to turn you around. His eyes immediately dropped down, taking in every feature, every curve. You could feel every callous on his fingers as he moved his hands down your shoulders and over your breasts, teasing your nipples gently for a moment before moving back up your body, where his hand ghosted the front of your neck.

He tugged at his shirt then, pulling it off his body before moving to his jeans, his fingers fumbling with his belt. You smiled at him softly, brushing his hands aside and helping him out of the material. It was your turn to stare now. You traced your finger along every scar splattered across the length of his body. He watched carefully as you did so, bringing his hand up to your cheek. After what seemed like forever, you retracted your hand back to yourself and started moving backwards towards the couch. Joel followed you wordlessly, not taking his eyes off you. 

When you reached the couch, you gestured for him to sit down. He complied easily, leaning back into the couch, just watching you. You moved to stand between his legs, your nipples hardened further in anticipation. Slowly, you moved down and took your underwear completely off, throwing them somewhere behind you. As you did so, Joel moved to take his off, leaving you both bare and vulnerable. It seemed as if your body was moving on autopilot, everything started to seem so unreal. As you stood before him, his eyes wild and desperate, you found you couldn’t really remember how this had happened so fast. 

Was it just a buildup of hidden emotions? Or had something happened that made him snap? You breathed in deeply, debating with yourself. Telling yourself that you could still back out. Label what happened outside as two lonely people who got desperate. You caught yourself, pushing those thoughts to the back of your head. That’s not what you wanted to do, you couldn’t understand why you were fighting against it so hard. You recognised a glimmer of fear within the thoughts. Fear of opening up to someone, maybe. 

Joel called your name softly. You blinked, focusing back onto him. “Stop thinkin’ so much.” He said, sitting up a little straighter. “If you don’t want this, that’s fine. Don’t freak yourself out ‘bout it.” You furrowed your eyebrows, you did want it. You blinked again, internally scolding your brain for a second before you moved forwards. You straddled his lap, knees resting on either side of his thighs, your hands rested on his chest. He looked at you silently, searching for any sign of discomfort. 

“I do want this.” You whisper, “It’s just new.” Joel nodded slowly, leaning back into the couch. You smile softly, your fingers subconsciously trace patterns on his skin. It was getting harder to ignore the warmth in your lower abdomen, you could feel yourself getting wetter for him, more desperate for him. He was in the same boat, his cock lay firmly against his stomach, the tip of him a deep pink. You reached between your legs, grasping him firmly in your hand. He was big, for a second you hesitated, it had been a while. 

“We’ll take it slow.” Joel grunted, leaning his head back for a moment. You gripped him tighter, slowly moving your hand up and down, causing a deep moan to slip out his mouth. You teased him like that for a little while, watching his reactions curiously. After a few minutes, he leant his head back up to look at you, “Enough.” He practically growled. You smile at him in response, finally lifting your hips up slightly. You both watched as his cock slowly slipped inside you, small moans of pleasure and release sounded out into the room. The initial stretch hurt, you had expected it but it still caused you to completely stop. Joel stayed still until you were ready to keep going. 

After that you didn’t need to stop. Even if you did have to, you weren't sure if you could. You were fully sat on Joel’s lap, his cock nestled deep up inside you, his pubic hair brushed against your clit as you slowly circled your hips. Joel was gripping your hips so tightly, you could already feel them bruising, with every move, a small moan or grunt huffed from his lips. A couple minutes had passed of the slow circling, you had passed the point of desperation. With a slight sigh, you adjusted yourself so you were leaning more of your body weight on your feet before you slowly lifted yourself up the length of his dick, then abruptly sat back down, the sudden movement had Joel moaning loudly, his hands moved to the bottom of your ass to help you bounce up and down continuously. 

You fucked yourself on him hard, your ass connected with his thighs with a satisfying noise, your moans increasingly getting louder. At one point, you leant back slightly, resting your arms on his thighs as you continued to move on top of him. Joel took this opportunity to play with your clit again, his movements precise. You could feel sweat accumulating on your back, the hot environment mixed with this, you didn’t care. Not when Joel moved forwards in what looked like an uncomfortable manner, desperately connecting his lips with your breasts. “Fuck, Joel.” You gasp, feeling his teeth graze against your nipples. 

So caught up in the feeling of Joel inside you, you almost missed the sound coming from behind you. You faltered in your movements to try and listen out for what you’d barely heard over the sound of your own cries, Joel immediately sat up, his hands moved to your waist. “What is it? Are you okay?” You quickly shush him, furrowing your eyebrows. 

Then, a wooshing sound was heard and a cool breeze suddenly followed, flowing over your skin and cooling you instantly. You look at the air conditioner, a new little green light you’d never seen before was on. “Oh.” You say, now completely still in Joel’s lap. You were about to say something, but before you could, you were being manoeuvred around, taking the breath away from you. Joel lay you on your back, still sheathed fully inside you. It seemed that any sense of patience and tenderness had disappeared, instead, a more unforgiving and relentless version of him came out, he fucked into you hard, harder than you could ever expect from such a careful man. 

You threw your head back, wrapping your legs around his hips as he thrust into you, grunting in your ear. One of his hands moved up to palm your breast again, squeezing it roughly before he let go and moved further up your body, resting on your throat. His movements faltered for a moment, his eyes shut close before he resumed the pace. Grunts were replaced with soft moans, almost whimpers as his hips collided with the backs of your thighs. You barely had time to warn him, you managed to let out a strangled moan as you came, your body tightening around him. He came quickly after you did, his body practically collapsing against you as he shot his cum deep inside you, his heavy breath heating your skin. 

After a little while of him on top of you, whispering sweet things into your ear and kissing you gently on your neck, he sat up. You followed, glancing behind you at the air conditioning unit. “Thank fucking god.” You mutter, shaking your head. 

[yourlocaltreesimp]

Winter special!

Sorry this took so long, my phone decided typing wasn’t a thing it could do anymore and my brother is too nosy for me to write on my laptop.

As always: GN!Reader, Pre-established relationships, Tooth rotting fluff

Characters: Wars + Wind, Legend, Four & Time

Part one Next part (to be continued)

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Wars + Wind

Winter traditions weren’t the same on Outset. It didn’t snow on the island, just as it hadn’t for the many years that came before. Warm waves frothed as they lapped against golden sands. The only cool thing was a slight breeze, which combed through the palm trees.

Wind knew it wouldn’t snow. But still, he found himself longing for the cozy days inside by the fire and the occasionally reckless days spent in the flurries of snow.

Even as you investigated his pouty lip and unusual quietness, he couldn’t bring himself to feel better. He couldn’t quite understand it. Logically, he knew it wouldn’t snow. Still, he found himself disappointed with the outcome.

��I just-“ He sighed, shrugging noncommittally, “It doesn’t feel like winter… It’s the same as it’s always been, but I-“ He shakes his head and turns away from the window.

“Don’t worry, i’ll shove you in a pile of snow when we get back to my Hyrule” The captain smirked, leaning against the door. You managed to throw him a soft glare over your shoulder as Wind grumbled (read: shouted) something threatening in return.

Oh how you yearned to see the two pelt each other with snowballs. Truly, it’d be amusing. Shame sand can’t hold its shape that well being thrown.

The two pause their exchange of school ground taunts at the sight of your pure and utter delight.

“I think we broke them” The sailor side eyes his brother, concerned. Wars inspects you from his side of the room before walking over. He grabs each side of your face to examine you further. His hands are warm. Comforting. Secure.

“If you kiss them i’m going to throw up” Wind’s face is contorted into something of a judgemental scowl, comical on his face. You both scatter off each other, garnering a fitting amount of cackles from the youngest hero. You grab him while he’s distracted, managing to tug both him and warriors outside in a fit of confusion and voice cracking shrieks. In fact, you drag them the entire way through outset and to the beach.

“Alright, C’mon you both. We’re making snowmen” Your victory is short lived.

“Really, hun? And how’d you suppose we do that” sassed by your own boyfriend… wow.

“Sandmen. You get my point” You roll your eyes and start gathering damp sand into a mound like shape. It

“Don’t just sit there, you were the one down in the dumps” You lovingly jab at Wind, who cracks a grin and gets to work adding sand to the lumpy collection of the body.

Between the three of you it was easy enough work, save for trying to stay out of the tide and avoid stepping on any sharp rocks.

In just over an hour, a sandman had formed. Adorned with little shell eyes and mouth, draped with seaweed and driftwood for arms, your sandman stood proud against the sea. The three of you sprawled out on the sand, basking in the waning warmth of the sun as it set. The sky was full of vibrant oranges and yellows, the sea waved the same colors back. Your stomach hurt from laughing, your arms were sore from wrestling the stiff sand. Your fingers interlaced with War’s, Wind half laid over you. The whole scene was magical.

Quietly, Wind was thankful. Not many people on his small island quite understood him. Not even himself. The weather was great, and yet he still felt sad. But with his two parents, he felt understood. Cared for. Loved. And that’s what winter was about, he supposed.

Legend

It was, however, really goddamn cold in Legend’s Hyrule. Snow, crystalline and white was packed thickly up to your knees, making any movement a challenge. The wind blew through you and scattered loose bits of snow on top. The rows and rows of apple trees are barren, and looked to have been for quite some time.

When you both finally managed to make it home, you practically fell into the doorway. But alas, it was cold inside too.

The cluttered home certainly did well to lift your spirits, but did little in preventing the onset of hypothermia.

“Hey” Leg’s voice pulled you from shivering. He sounded soft, warm in his regard despite the many times you heard him curse out the weather.

“I’ll see if I have anything here to help keep us warm, it’s usually not this bad” He smiles, wincing slightly as he flexes his hands. You knew even if he did manage to find some cloak or enchanted jewellery stashed away in the depth of his house, it would do little to soothe his aching joints. However, you knew no matter what you said, no one could get the vet to sit still for ten minutes while you tried to light a fire. Hylia herself could order him to sit down and wait, but you knew he’d never listen. It just wasn’t the person he was.

“Just- be careful, ok? Don’t overdo it. I’ll try to start a fire in the meantime” He nods, redirecting his familiar determination mixed with spite towards finding something to warm you both up.

You yourself began gathering wood from various places around the house to light a fire. Apparently, you’d forgotten that the wood you intended to burn should go next to the place you burn it. You were ever so in love with your past self, at the moment

Trips to the kitchen, paddock and small forger rewarded you with just enough wood to start a hearty fire going. It cast patterns on the wall, meeting and reflecting on the many weapons, souvenirs, paintings, photos and other such trinkets which lie mounted on the walls or placed onto shelves. It was comforting. Calm. A serene feeling of warmth, both literal and metaphorical washed over you.

Swift steps echoed through the house as your beloved pink-haired hero returned, blankets and cloaks gathered in a massive mound in his arms. They hit the ground with a soft whoosh, Legend grinning, proud he’d completed his task. He sits down, bracing himself on the fireplace and the floor, a pained look passing his face. Brows furrowed, teeth bared as his mouth pulled into a wince, it wasn’t what you wanted for him. The cold months made everything with his joints hurt worse. Even if he wore all his braces, used all his salves, worked an adequate time, the cold pierced through him.

“C’mere” You pat the floor in front of you and assist him as he shuffles over. Your hands cup each cold, pink cheek, thumbs brushing over their blushed surface. He melts into you, his eyes closing in comfort and contentment for one of the first times in his life. Your hands slide back to weave through his hair, delicately setting his hat off to the side. Wordlessly, you press him forward to lean against your chest, scratching his scalp and whispering soft assurances. His ears flush and wiggle, his head is tucked away in the crook of your neck.

Finally, you lean back, laying down on the floor. You drape the heavy collection of blankets, cloaks and quilts over you and he resigns to his fate. He’s a little achy, but finally he can settle.

“There we go, you can rest” Your voice regards him softer than anyone else has before. It cradles even the most pained parts of himself. From the scared child he started his journies as, to the paranoid hero who was constantly hunted, to the jaded man he grew to be, you placated him. He was never built to be so soft. He smiles, grateful you can’t see his giddy lovestruck face and tease him over it— let alone make it worse. It was dangerous to be this soft. And yet he’s never felt so safe. For the first time in a long time he feels like he can relax. There’s nothing else to do than lay here with you.

Four

But the harsh winter chill didn’t invade the fire-warmed forge. Hot fire burned in the furnace, settling a cozy orange haze across the metal surfaces of anvils, swords and well-used work tables. The light scattered, making abstract patterns on the walls and catching on fine strands of gold as a ringed hand tucks the hair behind his pointed ear.

Four was well accustomed to making things — whether it be for commissions or as gifts.

Yet, he never had so much trouble as he did this time. Something about the self-imposed stress of perfection or the fact that it was for you, someone he treasured so deeply, made the task of making your gift so difficult. It seemed no matter what he drew up, no matter at what angle he approached, no matter what style he emulated, nothing felt quite right.

“Too little” A brash voice would complain, “Something so simple- it’s as if we don’t even love them.”

And so he’d tear the page and start again.

“Too much” A colder voice critiqued, “It’s hardly practical for them”

And so he’d pick up his pencils and start another sketch.

“It’s just-“ A softer voice tried several times to rephrase before landing on his words, “Not them. It’s not a bad gift, not at all. Just not one right for them.”

And after a moment of hesitation, he nods and begins once more.

“It’s not your fault” The surest voice of the four finally speaks up in the middle of his newest sketch. Four sighs and allows himself to separate himself from his work for a moment. Papers are strewn about, odd markings in coloured pencil are scribbled across each design. The distinct handwritings overlap and splay out from one another where each and every one of his opinions dieviated.

Anger doesn’t find him, too burnt out for the fire to find its fuel.

His hand knots itself in his hair, tiredness gripping him finally. He’s about to shake it off and return to his work, to draw until his hand is cramped and his mind exhausted, but he’s stopped by a shuffling just outside the door.

“Link?” Your familiar voice calls quietly, not wishing to intrude on whatever breakdown you intruded on.

Almost shamefully he turns to face you, hunched over and afraid of what you’ll say.

“Why are you still up? Why are you still working- it’s been the whole day!” Your tone holds no real bite, though he can sense disappointment.

“I was just finishing up orders for-“ Your voice cuts him off before he can finish the lie.

“Oh shush. The only thing you’ll be doing is getting into bed and not waking up till noon” It’d be so easy to release himself from your soft grip on his upper arm.

Mentally, it feels impossible.

There’s quiet insistence— hope, even, that he’ll follow along. And he lets himself be dragged out.

“Besides,” The calm voice of his inner self rings out, “You’ll find good inspiration eventually” He smiled, suppressing a laugh. Lest you turn around and ask him what’s so funny. It’s nothing, truly —he’d say— just that he figured out his newest project. A ring.

Time

The coziness of winter didn’t seem to trickle through the whole chain, though. For, the Hero of Time himself was far too busy fulfilling the role of being elderly. Time travel paradoxes aside, Time had spent the first two weeks of the early winter season in bed.

His own stubborn ethic would normally call him to work until he dropped dead, so long as the jobs were done by the end of the day. But between his heavy limbs, dizzy mind and weak muscles, it seemed as if he had no choice. He huffed after finally sitting up, legs swung over the side of the bed.

The room felt excruciatingly cold, every uncovered piece of skin attacked by the frosty hands of winter herself. As he finally managed to stand, fatigue settled over him in a heavy blanket.

It was odd, he thought. Several times he’s lost so much blood he could’ve sworn he died. He was so familiar with the feeling. With pushing past it. But now? Now he couldn’t move? He’d laugh if his lungs could spare the air.

He was forced to lean on anything nearby in order to keep himself shuffling forward. Dressers, doors, tables, chairs… It didn’t matter so long as they helped him reach his goal. Admittedly, though, he did linger by the fire, given it was the only moment he didn’t feel like the chill of the dead season had settled in his bones.

After what felt like ages of fridged shuffles, he made it to the other side of his small cottage. The island provided him a place to sit, and the kitchen provided warmth as stew bubbles away on the stove.

“Link! What are you-“ You move quickly to scold him for leaving bed, a crime he committed quite frequently, but paused upon seeing him squint

“Sorry” Your sweet apology is better than any medicine to him. He can already feel the warmth returning to his chest.

…Maybe that isn’t a good thing considering his fever.

“Go lie down,” He opens his mouth to argue with your concerns “I know you’re hungry and your fever is coming back up,” Oh, is that why your hands were on his cheeks? “But you’ll get more medicine after you eat, ok? I’ll be done soon” He feels himself deflate and lean forward into you, resting his heavy head into the crook of your neck. It feels perfectly carved to his face.

“Miss you” He rasps, his own voice unfamiliar. It’s gravelly and almost hard to make out with how slow and slurred he seems to talk

“I know, I know” You sigh, finally resting back into him, leaning him upright. Your hand massages his back, where his tunic is just slightly stuck to his skin.

He takes a deep breath. It feels like his lungs don’t absorb any of it.

You lean back on your heels to tend to the stew and he feels your hands tugging him with you. As eagerly as he can, he stands, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin atop your head.

“No- C’mon, back to bed” You huff in amusement at his loopy affection, to which he takes great offense

“But I don’t want to” He sighs heavily in response, leaving himself to be dead weight if you don’t start agreeing soon.

“I want to stay out here, with you” He offers finally, after a stretch of silence. His torso rises and falls with the deep breath you take.

“Fine. But you’ll lay down and take a nap when you’re done eating.” He grins, tightening his grip ever so slightly.

Sure, some part of him would always nag to be productive, even at his own detriment. But having you to care for him after so long of being neglected by the world was too much a luxury for him to pass up. He could suffer another nap or two.

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Heaven

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’ve never handled your liquor well, good thing you have Chris there to deal with your drunken stupors.

⚠︎ Warnings: Smut. MDNI. Tipsy sex (consensual!), fingering, slight degradation and rough themes.

Word Count: 2.6k

It was supposed to be a small get-together. That’s what your friends had assured you when you’d all walked the near-mile trek to a random guy's house. Surprise, surprise - it was not small. Cars lined the street outside the multi-level estate, music loud enough to be heard the street over. Your friends didn’t seem to sense your apprehension, either that or they simply didn’t care, all of them giggling and pulling you in after them.

You’d partied, sure, but this was way out of your realm of comfort. People you didn’t recognize flooded the house, the air thick with the scent of marijuana and an absurd combination of cologne and perfume. Usually, whenever you partied you’d be with one of the triplets, always with Chris by your side at the minimum - but tonight it was just you and your friends.

“C’mon!” Shouted one of your friends, her hand firm on your wrist as she tugged you toward the kitchen where a man you didn’t recognize poured a clear liquor into a plethora of solo cups. Your friends scrambled for cups, one of them handing you one, all of you clanking the plastic together before tossing it back.

Vodka, that was vodka. You could feel the burn encompass your throat as you choked down nearly four mouthfuls, your stomach wordlessly cursing you to hell and back for even attempting to drink on an empty stomach. You’d never been known for smart decisions when it came to alcohol, it was something that bonded you with the guys and irritated Chris to no end whenever he’d have to hold your hair back after hours.

“Fuck-“ You coughed out through a laugh, slamming the now empty plastic cup down on the counter, the motion soon followed by your friends. It would be the first of many drinks if any of you had a say, but in all honesty, you didn’t feel comfortable getting flat-out drunk without Chris by your side. You trusted your friends more than words could express, but Chris was like your own guard dog, it’d have been stupid for you to test fate on the one night he wasn’t by your side.

Your closest friend of the group, Amara, looped her arm around yours, pulling you toward the center of the living room where everyone seemed to be dancing to the music that blared overhead - or attempting to, anyhow. You both danced together, laughing loudly at those around you who were too inebriated to walk away from the massive crowd. It wasn’t long until you felt the liquor you’d chugged earlier working its way through your system, glossing your vision over and slurring your words together.

Time went muddy as you danced, the liquor doing its job ensuring your inability to formulate coherent thoughts or hold a conversation that didn’t end in bounds of laughter. The only thing you hadn’t accounted for was your tipsy mind realizing you didn’t have Christopher by your side, and you didn’t like that in the slightest.

It was nearly three in the morning when Amara pulled you out onto the front porch of the house, striking up a match to light the cigarette she claimed she desperately needed after dancing for hours. You moved to sit on the front steps, sighing loudly as you looked out to the lawn, mind convinced if you thought of him hard enough he’d appear.

“I miss Chris.” You whined, looking back to Amara who only laughed, taking a lengthy drag off her cigarette before moving to sit beside you, arm wrapping tight around your middle as she rested her head against yours.

“I’ll take you to his in a bit, just let me finish my cigarette.” She replied, flicking off built-up ash from the end of her cigarette. “I’m going to tell him that you haven’t stopped talking about him for two hours, by the way. You’re lucky you’re my best friend, I’d have put tape over your mouth earlier if you weren’t.”

You leaned against her side, silently thankful that you hadn’t done more shots alongside your other friends and had instead chosen to dance with Amara until your feet were sore. The scent of her perfume calmed you, the same one she’d worn for years, it reminded you of your early teenage years and how the two of you would get into countless amounts of trouble together.

“Ready?” You asked after a few minutes, having passed the time by peeling chipped paint from a nearby banister. Your question brought another scoffed-out laugh from Amara, who simply motioned to her half-smoked cigarette, but as soon as she saw you pout she rolled her eyes and moved to her feet. You moved beside her, a giddy smile on your face that made her irritated facade crack, knowing she couldn’t stay frustrated with you for too long.

“He lives-“ You started, quickly being interrupted by Amara as she covered your mouth with her free hand. “I know where he lives, dammit.”

You chuckled into her hand, pushing it away as you two continued down the sidewalk and toward The triplets house. With each step, the sound of the party grew fainter, until all that surrounded you was the sound of nearby crickets and the train yard. You’d taken up kicking a rock, whenever it’d steer too close to the road Amara would kick it back.

The walk had helped you to sober up, the cold air causing goosebumps to cover every inch of exposed skin. You’d’ve given up on the trek twenty minutes ago if you weren’t so determined to see Chris, your fingers fumbling with his necklace that hung snugly around your neck, occasionally placing the cold silver against your lips.

The triplets place was packed, as it usually was on a Saturday night due to the unfathomable amount of parties they'd throw. Amara begrudgingly helped you through the hoard of cars, cursing under her breath whenever you’d tumble over your own two feet and inevitably slam into the side of some beat-up pickup truck. As soon as you two entered the House Matt looked over to you, laughing to himself before motioning toward the back staircase.

Amara’s arm looped around your middle, all but holding you up as you made your way upstairs. On the walk there you thought you’d sobered up completely, but the stairs slapped that confidence right out of your mind. If you hadn’t had her holding you up you probably would’ve passed out on a couch downstairs, but she helped you to the best of her abilities.

You could tell Chris wasn’t awake, the lights were off and the door was shut tight. Whatever peace he’d had while sleeping was abruptly snatched from him when Amara kicked the door open, causing the man to nearly jump out of his skin as he looked to the door.

“Delivery.” Amara stated, nodding her head to you as you smiled over at Chris, waving like a child who’d seen a cute cat on the street.

“Hi, Chris.”

Chris looked to Amara, aggravation written clear across his face as he moved up from his bed, walking over to you two before scooping you up.

“Couldn’t have knocked?” He asked over his shoulder, earning him a snorted-out laugh from Amara who’d already begun making her departure. “You wouldn’t have answered.”

He couldn’t argue with that, instead giving Amara a goodbye under his breath as he helped you into his bed. You were being incredibly touchy during the whole ordeal, hands moving to cup his jaw, to splay against his chest, before somehow weaving them underneath his shirt and against his abdomen.

“Quit.” He grumbled, pushing the bedsheets down as he began taking off your shoes. But, as always, you didn’t listen. You kicked your shoes off, narrowly missing his knee in the process, causing him to glare up at you. Although he couldn’t stay mad at you, not with you flopping back onto his bed and lifting your hips to shrug off your jeans, kicking the fabric to the floor along with your underwear.

“Doll-“ He started, averting his gaze to the nearby window as you peeled your shirt off. He took in a shuddering breath, hands fumbling with the fabric of his boxers as you moved over to him, staring up at him through your eyelashes like a siren amidst a bay of water.

“What?” You cooed, one hand smoothing down between his thighs as the other held you upright on the bed, a coy smirk upon your lips. “Missed you all night.”

He cleared his throat, eyes fluttering as your hand made contact with his cock. Even while tipsy, you still knew how to touch him. You brushed your fingers along his shaft, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you waited for his reply.

“You’re drunk.” He responded, gently pushing your hand away as he looked over at you, moving forward only to press a kiss to your forehead. He moved from the bed, grabbing your legs to push them underneath the covers, moving to lay beside you after.

You pouted, clearly not happy about not getting your way, so you turned over to face him. He immediately sensed your rebellious attitude, his brows furrowing together as he looked down at you, wordlessly scolding you.

It didn’t work.

Your hand wove down his front, resting over his hardening cock as you kissed along his throat, humming against his skin. Sure, you were tipsy, but you knew what you were doing and you damn sure knew what you wanted. Chris groaned, head falling back against his pillow as his hips pressed up to meet your touch, cock twitching against your palm.

“Want you-“ You murmured against his skin, nipping against his pulse point, causing him to whine as his hips twitched. You smiled to yourself, slinking your hand into his boxers, gently curling your hand around his cock. You could feel his precum dripping down his shaft, coating your fingers as you slowly pumped him.

Any resolve he’d had faded the moment your thumb swiped across his tip. With a quiet groan of your name, he moved over you, lips finding yours in a heated kiss as his free hand moved between your thighs, fingers finding home against your soaked cunt. You kissed him back, savoring the faint taste of tobacco on his tongue as he sunk his middle and ring finger into you, plunging the digits in and out as he sucked at your bottom lip.

“Chri-“ You whined, brows screwing together as your cunt squeezed around his fingers, pulling a groan from deep within his chest as his eyes focused on yours. “Need you inside of me.”

He swore under his breath, almost toppling over you to push himself upright as he all but tore his shirt off. You spread your legs before him as he pushed his boxers down, kicking the fabric to the floor before positioning himself between your legs.

His hands smoothed up the underside of your thighs, coming to rest against the back of your knees as he shifted himself closer to you. You looked up at him, clenching around nothing as he pressed your knees to your chest, his free hand moving to grab his cock. The position was exposing, leaving you spread and on display for him, something he couldn’t help but admire with a satisfied grin on his face.

“You’re dripping.” He murmured, moving his hand from himself to trail his index finger between your slick folds, causing your hips to twitch. You watched with bated breath as he brought his finger to his lips, gaze meeting yours as he sucked the digit clean. A groan reverberated in his chest as your saccharine taste coated his tongue, leaving him craving you in a manner so carnal it felt like a sin.

“I’d make you cum on my tongue-“ He drawled out, words sighed halfway as his hand grasped the base of his cock, slapping his tip against your clit. “But you were so needy. So desperate.”

Your lips parted in protest, the words cut off by a sharp moan as he slipped his tip between your folds, pushing into your soaked cunt with a harsh thrust of his hips. You felt as though you were being split apart, his girth dragging along your walls in a way that left you grasping at his forearms for mercy he wouldn’t grant.

“Wanted this-“ He grunted, eyes focused on your flushed face as he fucked you, only adjusting himself a fraction to circle your clit with his thumb. His cock pounded into you, the lewd, slick sound of your cum coating him with each thrust echoing throughout the room. “So fuckin’ tight.”

You could only manage a strangled-off moan in reply, cunt squeezing around his cock with his relentless pace. Every movement forced air from your lungs, leaving you breathless and dizzy, mind reeling from his thumb expertly circling your clit as you tried to focus on the way Chris stared down at you, grunting out words of praise intermingled with degradation.

“Drunk on my cock?” He asked through a laugh, loving how fucked-out you looked. Your appearance was flushed, hair plastered to your forehead, lips parted as drawn-out moans fell from your lips. He nodded, answering for you with a hissed out, “Yeah, yeah you are.”

“I-“ You whined, nodding as you babbled. “I am.”

Each word was interrupted by a short gasp, a desperate attempt to fill your lungs as he pressed himself down onto you, practically folding you in half. The closer he got, the deeper he felt. You could only whimper, feeling your cum dripping down your inner thighs and onto your ass, surely wetting the sheets beneath you.

You could feel your orgasm building in your stomach, your eyes conveying the feeling in a way words never could. He watched you, his thumb continuing to circle your clit as he fucked you. Every roll of his hips brought you closer and left your thighs tightening as his tip brushed against your cervix. You gave yourself over to the feeling with a broken cry of his name, eyes squeezing shut as your cunt spasmed around his cock.

“Good-“ He grunted, hardly able to finish his sentence as he fucked you through your orgasm, relishing in the feeling of your cunt twitching around his cock, coaxing him deeper inside of you. His hand moved to your waist, grasp so tight it’d surely left bruises in its wake. You watched on in oversensitivity-fueled abandon as he chased his release. “So fuckin’ good.”

His chest heaved as he pulled out of you, short groans leaving him in droves as he fucked his fist, cum spilling over his knuckles and onto your lower stomach. From his furrowed-together brows to the way his cock twitched in his hands, you couldn’t help but clench around nothing at the sight.

“Fuck-“ He panted out, bending over the edge of the bed to grab his discarded shirt, wiping his hand clean before shifting to wipe your lower stomach. “You alright?”

You nodded in response as he moved to lay beside you, arm encircling your waist. You’d both need a shower in the morning, and a fresh change of clothes, but you’d deal with that later.

“Stop goin’ to parties without me, doll.” He murmured against the shell of your ear, placing a kiss on your shoulder. “Or at least tell me when you’re goin’, pain in the ass.”

His words pulled a laugh from you, his protective nature shining through even in the afterglow of sex. Knowing he was being genuine, despite his crude nature, you replied with a quiet, “Alright, Chris.”

“Thank you.” He huffed. “Now go to bed, drunkard.”

A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you so much for taking the time to read my fic—it means the world to me! With my three-month break from real estate school, I’ve had more time to focus on writing, and it’s been such a rewarding experience. Hopefully, I’ll be able to share more drafts with you soon! I truly hope you enjoyed this story, and I’d love to hear your thoughts or suggestions for future fics. Your support keeps me motivated, and I’m so excited to keep sharing more stories with you. Thanks again for being here—it really means a lot!

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For the request request: Maybe jinx/sevika/ekko/isha found family slice of life sorta thing? I'm a sucker for fluffy oneshots :) 🌻

I actually love this, thanks for the suggestion!

It’s Only Preschool

“Isha!” Jinx slid into the kitchen, barely catching herself before she fell into Ekko.

“She’s still in her room.” Ekko called over his shoulder, not looking away from where he was making pancakes at the stove.

“C’mon people, we gotta go,” Sevika yelled from the door, “We’re gonna be late!” 

Jinx jogged down the hallway of their apartment, “Isha, honey, we gotta go.”

There was a sniffle from Isha’s room and Jinx slowed to a stop, opening the door to find the girl. She was curled up on the edge of the bed, picking at the hot pink, sparkly tutu she was wearing.

“Hey, kid,” Jinx sat beside her, frowning when Isha fell into her side, “What’s the matter?”

Isha shook her head, a clear indication she wasn’t going to talk. Isha had always been quiet, she hardly ever talked outside of grunts and mumbles but that didn’t stop her from getting her point across.

“You scared?” A nod against her collarbone, “I was scared too, you know. First days always seem worse than they really are.” 

Isha glanced up, questioning, so Jinx went on.

“Did you know I was scared when you first showed up?” Isha looked sad but Jinx just smiled, “I was terrified I would do something wrong, that something would happen to you or I’d mess up. But look at us now, we figured it out, right?”

Isha didn’t look convinced, she had stopped sniffling but she still clung to Jinx’s side.

“Can you tell me what you’re scared of?” Jinx asked gently.

Isha sat back, motioning speaking with her hand.

“You’re scared of talking?” Another nod, “You don’t have to talk, not if you don’t want to. Just do what you do with us, that works, right? And if anyone tries to make you, I’ll handle it.” Jinx pulled an over exaggerated mean face and Isha giggled.

“Do you think you’re ready to go? Auntie Sevika is about ready to leave without us.” Jinx held out a hand to help her down but Isha hesitated, “Ekko made pancakes.” Isha perked up, jumping off the bed and pulling Jinx with her down the hallway, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Isha was in her chair at the counter, eating fresh pancakes, before Ekko had even turned the stove off. She hummed, kicking her feet against the counter, as she ate and Jinx used the distraction to sneak a hat on her head. She only protested when she had to put on her coat but eventually she agreed to put on the jacket and get in the car.

Sevika was already waiting for them in the driver’s seat, engine running and radio on, when the three of them made it outside.

“Shotgun!” Jinx yelled for no reason other than to make Ekko sigh in annoyance as he buckled Isha into her seat.

“You always do this,” He grumbled but he was biting back a smile as he got in the back.

The drive was mostly quiet, Sevika’s trash being the only noise that disrupted the silence. When they pulled up to the building Isha held her seatbelt down, refusing to get out of the car. Sevika had to promise to buy her ice cream when they picked her up at lunch before she got out. 

The whole time they walked from the parking lot to the front doors Isha kept a death grip on Jinx’s hand, turning the already pale skin white, and Jinx shot a glance at Ekko. 

He nodded and took Isha’s other hand, “Ready for liftoff in three…two..one!” He covered his mouth with his empty hand, creating an exploding sound.

They swung their arms forward, pulling them up and taking Isha with them. She squealed and kicked her feet when she was off the ground, tugging on their arms to tell them to do it again when she touched down.

“Careful,” Sevika cut in behind them, “Don’t wanna break her before her first day.”

Isha turned around and stuck her tongue out at the woman, grinning when she feigned offense.

When they reached the front doors a lady with a clipboard and blinding smile greeted them, “Who might you be, miss?” She asked, crouching to look Isha in the eyes.

Isha froze, grabbing Jinx’s leg and shifting behind it.

“This is Isha, she’s not a big talker,” Jinx explained, “We got her registered for classes in the spring.”

The woman looked through papers on her clipboard, exclaiming happily, “It looks like she’s going to be in room 103, let me walk you there before we deal with any of this registration business at the office.” 

They were led through colorful hallways, shapes and animals decorated the rooms they passed until they stopped at room 103. This room was just as bright as the others, a handful of kids played at an ABC’s rug, blocks and action figures flying from hand to hand. There were a few tables scattered throughout the room, each different colors of the rainbow, with tiny plastic chairs set up around them. A short man with orange hair, a big beard and mustache, walked up to them joyfully while another man followed behind.

“You must be the new arrivals,” the man guessed, “My name is Mr. Heimerdinger and this is my TA, Mr. Talis.” The man behind him waved in acknowledgement before rushing off to stop one of the kids from putting a block in their mouth.

“Ekko,” EkkI shook Mr. Heimerdinger’s outstretched hand, “Jinx, Sevika, and the new student is Isha,” he gestured to each of them, pausing when he saw Isha still hiding behind Jinx.

Jinx crouched down beside her, “She’s just a little nervous.”

Isha started sniffling again, throwing her arms around Jinx’s neck and hiding her face.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Jinx tried, rubbing her back, “You’re going to do great, alright? They’re going to love you.” 

Isha pulled back, wiping her face on her sleeve and nodded. She warily took Mr. Heimerdinger’s hand, walking away with him. Before she went in, though, she turned and looked back at the group, exhaling and going inside when they nodded.

“She’s going to be okay.” Sevika commented as they stood there.

“She’s going to love it,” Ekko agreed, “Soon she’s gonna be disappointed to go home.”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” Jinx laughed.

They were going to be okay. It was only preschool.

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I don’t know why my first idea for this was a modern day au of Isha going to preschool but that’s what happened. And yes I did make Heimerdinger and Jayce preschool teachers, I have a whole au for this now: I’m thinking Viktor is like the IT guy for the school, Sky is one of the office ladies, Mel is actually the principal or a art teacher, Vi is the pe teacher and Caitlyn is the vice principal. I might post about this au some more so if the people want more just let me know

in the meantime, if you’d like to make a request and help me get out of writers block THIS is a list of what I write for

[laswells-ashtray]

Absolutely need more Kate, Sarah, Eli and 141 content!!! All the interactions are just too cute 😭😭

Eli has several uncles, he has two mommies and several uncles. Even Alejandro and Rudy count as part of the army rallying behind this little boy, they know Kate. They hear about him and a few days later Sarah finds a package at their front door with a DC superhero blanket and a bunch of Batman figures and toys. Rudy's idea, it's what he would've liked when he was a boy.

Kate goes from Station Chief Laswell to Mommy when she gets home, he's running at her with sticky fingers from whatever slimy creation Eli and Sarah have made while she was gone and she's picking him up regardless. She can wash her shirt but eventually, Eli will get too big and independent for her to pick up. She cringes at the thought. Eli is a chatterbox if he's talking to Kate, he's telling her every little part of his day and she loves it.

Whenever she's gone for more than a day, she'll come back, and he'll be plastered by her side. Even if she goes to the bathroom, he'll wait outside for her because he misses her. She'll walk around the entire house holding his hand because he wants to spend time with his Mom. Sarah takes a photo of them, facing away from her and standing in the hall, Kate leaning down so she can hold Eli's hand without the little boy straining his arm. She gets it framed and put it on the wall in their house.

Sarah commits to the games she plays with Eli. She'll set up all of his stuffed dinosaurs around their living room and push him around on a little wagon and recreate Jurassic Park just without the dead people/. She'll fill a tank with water and drop letter magnets into it, so Eli can fish them out and then she'll help him spell out different words with them. It's good for his development.

If she's cooking then he wants to help, she's not gonna give a little boy anything that can hurt him but she'll add spices to a bowl and let him mix them so he can feel included. She'll let him help make Kate sandwiches and he'll insist on giving her a packet of cookies so she can also have a snack.

Nikolai and John are two different types of uncles. Nikolai is sitting Eli on his shoulders whenever they're outside and the little boy loves it. Nik will take him to the park and play with him the entire time, an old kid makes the mistake of pushing Eli, they take one look at Nikolai and run. He does not play about Eli Laswell. He introduces Eli to a couple easily made Russian dishes, buys him toys and once Kate makes the mistake of mentioning that Eli needs a new jacket, Nikolai buys him three so he has a variety. A nice jacket, an everyday jacket and a jacket like Nik's.

John is different if he's looking after Eli because he and Nik will whenever Kate and Sarah need it and they're available too, whether at Kate's hour or back home in the UK when the Laswells are visiting. He'll sit the boy on the couch with a blanket and put on a good movie for him to watch with whatever takeaway he ordered. Yes, Eli wears his hat. He buys Eli one of those abominable snowman plushies from Tesco at Christmas without thinking and it's only when he gets home does he rethink it. He doesn't know a lot about kids, would Eli even like it? Is he thinking too hard about it? Should he give it to the neighbour's kid and forget about it. In the end, he gives it to Eli and the boy adores it. He carries it around everywhere with him, John gets sent photos of the fluffy thing sitting at the dinner table, on the couch between Eli and Sarah, in the car and tucked under Kate's arm while she and Eli sleep on the couch.

When the Laswells decide to host the 141, Simon almost acts instinctively when he helps the boy cut up his food whenever he sees Eli falter. He'll lift him up to make it easier for Eli to grab a cup if he wants juice. If he sees Eli trying to carry multiple things at once then he'll take one from his hands and follow the boy to wherever he's going. Sometimes the boy will ask him to colour in his tattoos, Simon doesn't think twice before pulling up his sleeve and letting Eli decorate his arms in blues, pinks and purples.

Johnny will play action figures at any point in time with Eli, he's just waiting for the boy to ask. He'll come up with child-friendly stories for them both as Eli's Batman "beats up" Johnny's Superman. Hell, he finds some vintage Ninja Turtle figures and they find their way into Eli's toy chest. If any of them break, Johnny has them repaired as soon as he can. Whenever he sees Kate, he'll wait for the right moment to ask how Eli is doing and if she has any new photos of him. She does, she always does.

Kyle's brother works with kids, he took the childcare courses and when Kyle was at home, he'd help his little brother study. He knows more than the average person about child development. They know that Kate loves her son, as does Sarah but they can pick up on the fact that the both of them worry over Eli. They were thrown into parenthood with little preparation and that is a big thing for the best of people. So, Kyle is the first to reassure them that they're doing fine. he stands next to Kate as they watch Eli playing with Soap and makes a comment about how advanced Eli's language is for a boy of his age, it's impressive on their part. He recommends different activities and games to play with Eli that are good for his development.

Eli Laswell has a small army behind him and that boy grows up loved.

[hey-there-22]

I think little Powder created a rule for herself to not talk about Vander after she was taken in by Silco. She listens when he talks about him, she answers questions when asked directly but she never shares her thoughts. It probably started out of fear of fucking everything up and loosing Silco too, but after some time it just became a habit. 

But Felicia? Jinx didn't know Silco knew her, she didn't know she was the reason Silco became… Silco, so she just mentions her from time to time. 

The first time she did, Silco was teaching her about explosives (because that's what he had learnt they could bond over, even if he knew that Jinx's abilities would soon exceed his). He was working on one of Jinx's bombs, trying to help her figure out why it wasn't working when he just mentioned he used to deal with dynamite on the mines when he was Jinx's age.

There was a moment of silence. She wondered if that was how Silco and Vander had met, but she couldn't ask, so she tried to get that thought out of her head and said the next thing that came to her mind.

“My mum was a miner too.”

Silco froze for a second. Then continued to work in silence for a few minutes.

“There,” he said, handing the bomb to Jinx, “go test it out.”

Jinx smiled, excited, taking the bomb and Silco's sleeve to guide him outside the office, lightening the mood without even realizing it. 

They never really talked about Felicia. The same way they never really talked about Vander. One spoke, the other listened. No comments, no opinions, just letting the other one express their thoughts and feel listened to.

There was only one time Silco broke that unspoken rule: the last time they talked about her.

He had a meeting with a new investor in shimmer. An old contact, Silco had explained. After hours of negotiations, they had finally gotten to an agreement. The man looked around the room while Silco was pouring them a glass to close the deal. He shared a look with Jinx, who had been drawing on the coffee table the whole time. 

“Isn't that…” he began to ask, turning to face Silco, acting as if the kid couldn't hear him. “That's… Felicia's daughter, isn't it?”

Silco and Jinx looked at each other from across the room, both looking for the correct answer to the question in the other's reaction. People had asked before if she was one of Vander's kids and the answer had always been a simple and dry “no” from Silco that made them know not to ask again, but no one had ever recognized her because of her mother.

Silco seemed to keep his cool, thought, and quickly recomposed himself and looked away so Jinx did the same and continued drawing, pretending not to listen. Whatever he had decided was the correct answer was okey with her, she trusted him, trusted his calmness.

Silco handed the man the glass.

“She is, yes.” His tone was cold, a slight threat the man didn´t seem to get.

“Yeah, I figured," he took a sip "the three of you were inseparable back in the day after all.”

Trust? Trust was not was she was feeling anymore. Jinx had her gaze fixed on Silco. She was staring at him so intensely she could almost hear his thoughts going 'fuuuuuck'. But the coward  was. Not. Looking. Back. But then their eyes met for a brief second, and he was the smallest she had ever seen him. Guilty and ashamed and he wasn't Silco but the man he claimed Vander had killed long ago. Her father was showing vulnerability, and she wasn't about to dig in the wound. Not in front of other people.

She slowly returned to her drawings and noticed Silco physically relax. Only when the meeting was over and the investor had left, he acknowledged her again.

“Jinx…” He approached her.

“No.” She didn't move. “You can't do that”

“Do what?” He sat beside her on the floor but leaving some space between them.

“You knew my mum?” She looked at him, anger turning into tears.

Silco doubted for a second, “Yes.”

“No.” She stood up, tears uncontrollably running down her cheeks at that point. “It's not fair. You do not get to say I'm the daughter of the woman you knew. You do not get to feel grief or guilt or whatever the hell you… You can't tell me about her, or think of her when you look at me. You… you can't… She is mine. She is my mum. She can't… I've already…"

Silco got on his knees to hug her tight and she melted into his arms, all the anger transforming into muttered cries, they ended up on the floor again.”Shhh, don't cry. Don't cry, Jinx, she's yours, all yours. Shh, stop crying.”

They stayed like that for hours. Jinx eventually calmed down, but neither of them moved.

“You know, if you ever…” Silco whispered, breaking the silence.

“No.” Jinx interrupted in a weak mutter. “Grieve alone… Please. I don't want to know someone I've already lost.”

[tobiasdrake]

Digimon Adventure 02x06 - A Perilous Picnic / Family Picnic

Previously on Digimon Adventure: Iori's grandpa accidentally offered to make out with him and it was so awkward that Iori fled to the Digital World. There, Jou gave him a pep talk about self-determination, and Iori gave him his name in return. Then they had boiled crayfish for dinner.

We've almost gone on a life-changing vacation with every single member of the original Chosen Children. There's just one left. And we've saved the best for last.

Right from the start, a plane touches down at a Tokyo airport, and a crowd of people disembarks. GUESS WHO'S BACK, BITCHES!!!

Mimi: It's been so long since I've been in Japan....

She takes out her Digivice, fixing the time over from Eastern Standard Time to Tokyo. Not sure why her departure from the U.S. is labeled with its time zone but her destination time isn't Japan Standard Time.

Then again, J.S.T. is sometimes called Tokyo Standard Time so that might be the case here. I'm not 100% on the cultural particulars for what people preferred to call the time zone in 2002.

In any case, her time changes from 6:54 PM to 8:54 AM, which means she is going to have insane jet-lag.

Mimi: It's still morning. Alright!

Mimi tries weakly to give herself a shot of energy, takes three steps, and then lets out a huge, unstoppable yawn.

Mimi: So sleepy....

...Mimi must have a super early bedtime, because 7 PM isn't that late.

(They had to nerf Mimi or else she would be unstoppable. Dragging the Digimon Kaiser out of his control room by his ear and ripping into him in two parallel dimensions about his cruel mistreatment of the Digimon and also his hideous edgelord fashion. Who wears a wig to make their hair look unkempt!?)

In the dub, while the plane is setting down, they add in a flight attendant's voice over the P.A. system.

Attendant: Attention, passengers. East Means West Airlines welcomes you to Tokyo. Again, we apologize for the pilot stepping out for popcorn during the in-flight movie. (Everyone disembarks into the airport) Intercom: Would the owner of the gray 747 parked outside the window please report to the cockpit? Your lights are on.

Haha. HahahahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

That was good. Brilliant gag to open the episode on. Not just the direct jokes about the plane's bumbling pilot, though those are good. But also "East Means West" as the name of an airline that flies West from the U.S. to reach the "Far East" Asia. I love it.

Mimi: It's so bright out and I'm wide awake. What time is it? ...8:54 in the morning!? I'm still on New York time! (Mimi fishes out her Digivice) Mimi: I'd better change my watch. (Mimi changes the time) Mimi: There. Now I'm caught up. (Mimi tries to leave and gets caught up in a huge yawn) Mimi: I'm exhausted....

Mimi calls it a watch but it's clearly her Digivice. Though it's possible that she's gotten into the habit of referring to it that way during her time in New York, since it has limited utility outside the Digital World.

In the original, Mimi clearly states that this she hasn't been in Japan for a long time. Dub Mimi leaves it to the imagination.

Meanwhile, at the Motomiya residence, Daisuke oversleeps his alarm.

The alarm, which continues ringing incessantly throughout the scene wakes Chibimon. Realizing Daisuke isn't getting up, Chibimon calls out to him.

Chibimon: Daisuke...? ...huh?

Amid the gross disaster zone that is Daisuke's room, Chibimon finds him passed out in a pile of school supplies and snacks.

Chibimon: Daisuke! Daisuke! DAISUKE!!! DAISUKE!!!

When Chibimon's loudest shouting fails to wake Daisuke, he moves to plan B. He jumps on Daisuke's stomach and bounds up and down on top of him.

Chibimon: (bounce) DAISUKE!!! Daisuke: Urk...

It takes four bounces, but Daisuke's involuntary resolve to remain asleep finally breaks. He opens his eyes to see Chibimon sitting on his gut.

Chibimon: (pleasantly) Good morning, Daisuke. Daisuke: ...uh... good morning, Chibimon. ...why does my stomach hurt...?

Probably something you ate, I'm sure. No need to interrogate it too closely.

It seems the Chosen Children were able to smuggle their Partner Digimon home with them this time, rather than leaving them in Computer Club.

The dub, as usual, misses the show's audio cues. The blaring morning alarm that Daisuke's sleeping through is not present at all in their version, which strips DemiVeemon of his reasonable urgency in waking Davis.

DemiVeemon: Davis? Wake up! Davis: (loud snoring) DemiVeemon: Davis! Davis! DAVIS!!! DAVIS!!! (DemiVeemon jumps on Davis) DemiVeemon: DAVIS!!! DAVIS!!!

Davis does not react audibly to DemiVeemon's hops. Though we hear the sound of flesh smacking to indicate DemiVeemon's four impacts, there are no reactive grunts from the sleeping Davis.

Davis: (waking up) ...huh? DemiVeemon: (pleasantly) Good morning! Sleep well? Davis: Yeah, until I heard all that screaming. The next time I tell you to wake me up, try to be a little quieter so I can get some sleep.

Oddly, Davis objects to the shouts that failed to wake him up instead of the jumping on his gut. In lieu of the ringing alarm, his last line is meant to explain why DemiVeemon spent this scene so frantically trying to rouse him.

This scene is one case where dubbing purely off a translated script and making up the audio as you go really hurts the scene. The script for the scene is solid, but the missing sounds of the alarm and Daisuke's reactions to Chibimon's hops leave it a pale imitation of the original.

Over at his place, Iori gets dressed while wondering about Upamon, who's gone missing.

Iori: Where could Upamon have gotten off to?

Opening his bedroom door, he quietly calls into the dining room.

Iori: Upamon?

Sure enough, that troublesome Digimon is sitting on the dining room table, wearing a basket on his head as a Solid Snake disguise. When he sees that Iori's awake, he jumps down from the table and hops over to him.

Upamon: Iori! Iori: (scolding) You can't just go wandering around the house like that. Upamon: Your mom is making something weird! Iori: Something weird?

Fumiko, Iori's mother, is in the kitchen slicing sushi rolls. Iori takes Upamon back into his room.

Iori: That's kanpyoumaki. Upamon: Kanpyoumaki? Iori: Yes. Miyako-san requested it. Kan-pyou-maki.

Kanpyoumaki is a gourd-based vegetarian sushi roll. In place of the typical fish, it uses rehydrated strips of the calabash gourd, which are called kanpyou. The kanpyou are soaked for upwards of 24 hours ahead of time to soften them back up. Then they're boiled, sauced, and sliced into your typical sushi roll with rice and nori, a type of seaweed.

In the original, it's not clear how long Upamon's been spying on Fumiko from beneath his terrible basket disguise. Cody in the dub states in no uncertain terms that he hasn't been doing this for very long.

Cody: I turn my back on him for one minute and he disappears! Upamon, where are you? (Cody opens the door to peer into the dining room) Cody: Hmm? Upamon! Upamon: Hmm? Cody! (Upamon bounds down and hops over to Cody) Cody: How many times do I have to tell you not to wander around the house!? Mom might think you're a rodent! Upamon: Guess what! I think your mom is making us some candy over there. Cody: Candy? (Closeup shot of Fumiko cutting sushi before Cody takes Upamon back into his room) Cody: It's not candy, it's sushi! Upamon: Does it taste like candy? Cody: Not really. It's seaweed and raw fish. Upamon: Yucky! Cody: Hehe, that was my first reaction too.

Seaweed and boiled gourd but it's fine. I don't expect American nine-year-olds to be super familiar with the various types of sushi.

It was very common for dubs of this era to try and pass off clearly Japanese food items as localized American products. We all know Brock from Pokemon and his rice ball-style double bacon cheeseburgers and jelly donuts. So there's something really funny to me about Cody and Upamon having an "It's candy!" "No, that's sushi," exchange in the show itself.

That Cody nonetheless still manages to misrepresent the sushi is the icing on the cake.

Also, apparently Upamon Solid Snaking it around the house has been a persistent problem in the dub. I love the implication that he got in trouble for this before and went, "Got it. Next time: Basket hat. No one will ever know." Like this wasn't just a shitty plan; This is what he worked his way up to.

I am a firm believer that "again" is the funniest word in the English language.

Over at her place, Hikari's packing her backpack.

She breaks the fourth wall by humming "Break Up!", the show's kickass evolution and fuck these guys up theme. The replacement for "Show Me Your Brave Heart". It's an earworm, to be sure.

Hikari: (humming) Tailmon: (reluctant) Am I going in there too? Hikari: That's right, Tailmon.

With a huge shit-eating grin on her face, Hikari picks a distressed Tailmon and stuffs her into the backpack, despite Tailmon's wriggling and muffled groans of protest.

Hikari: Come on, get in! Get in!

At his place, Takeru steps out the front door, calling out the traditional Japanese farewell.

Takeru: Ittekimasu!

Before he can step out the gate, he suddenly realizes he's missing something. He goes back inside.

Takeru: Ah! Forgot something!

Takeru emerges with a furiously wriggling backpack.

Patamon: TAKERU!!! HOW COULD YOU FORGET ME!?!? Takeru: (sheepish) Sorry, Patamon....

Rude! And after all they've been through together. XD

In the dub:

Kari: I've made a nice little bed for you, Gatomon. Gatomon: You think I'm getting in there!? Think again! Kari: Oh come on. Be a sport, ahahahaha! (Kari picks up Gatomon and stuffs her in) Kari: It'll be fun!

Sad to lose Kari's fourth-wall breaking but they do nail Gatomon's muffled protest noises so this is pretty solid.

T.K.: I'm leaving now! I'll be back later! (T.K. almost leaves, then stops) T.K.: Oops, one more thing. Patamon! (T.K. goes back in and retrieves his angry backpack) Patamon: Will you hurry up!? Your gym socks from yesterday are in here! T.K.: (sheepish) Sorry, I forgot.

Not sure why they needed to change the punchline. It was pretty good as is.

...why is T.K. even bringing old gym socks to this event? That's gross, T.K. That's Davis-level gross.

If this were Cody, Davis, or Yolei, I might ding them for bluntly saying they forgot their Digimon when they enter the apartment. But Kari and T.K.'s parents already know Gatomon and Patamon. They were in Odaiba that day.

At her family's convenience store, Miyako loots the shelves and fills up a duffel bag while her mom notes down all the inventory she's making off with.

Miyako: Three with tuna mayo, two with bonito flakes, and one orange drink.

That's right, tuna mayo. The combination of tuna and mayo is so universally recognizable as the correct way to consume tuna that "tuna mayo" is a recognized ingredient in Japan.

Both tuna mayo and bonito flakes can used to make rice balls, which is what she's picking out. We don't get to see it for ourselves, but she clarifies it later in the episode.

The orange drink is probably a literal orange drink, not a rice ball topping. Though the way she counted them off did give me mental images of soaking a rice ball in Crush or Sunkist. Daisuke would eat it. So would Mimi.

Miyako: This is all for the Computer Club's picnic. Mother: (jotting down) Three with tuna mayo, two with bonito flakes, one orange drink. Where are you going for this picnic? Miyako: Add two anpan.

Anpan are sweet rolls filled with bean paste.

Miyako: (annoyed) And we haven't decided yet! Mother: That's suspicious. Miyako: (irritated) It's not suspicious at all! Mother: ... Miyako: BYE MOM!!! Mother: MIYAKO!!!

Miyako unsuspiciously bolts out the door with her bag full of appropriated merchandise before her mom can interrogate her any further.

She makes it out the door, but then her duffel bag yelps in pain.

Poromon: GYECK!!! MIYAKO-SAN!!!

Miyako stops, unzipping her duffel to check on Poromon who's been stuffed in there with all the picnic supplies.

Miyako: Oh no! Poromon, are you okay? Poromon: I'm okay, but don't shake me around so much! Miyako: Sorry, sor-- Takeru: (calling out) What's going on, Miyako-san?

Takeru and Iori are right there, watching Miyako sheepishly apologize to her dufflemon.

Iori: Let's get going! Miyako: (embarrassed) Ehe ehehe....

I don't think any of the Digimon like this particular method of passing Stealth checks.

In the dub:

Yolei: Okay, mom. I think I'm packed. Besides the usual, I'm also taking potato salad, macaroni salad, tuna salad, chicken salad, fruit salad, and three-bean salad. Mother: Actually, it's only two-bean salad today. I was out of the third bean. That's an awful lot of food for one girl to have for lunch. Yolei: I told you, I'm having a picnic with the Computer Club today. So I offered to bring salad for everyone. Mother: And who's paying for it? Yolei: Yeah, I need to talk to you about that... Mother: ... Yolei: TALK TO YOU LATER!!! Mother: YOLEI, WAIT!!! (Yolei flees the store with appropriated goods in hand) Poromon: (muffled) YOLEI, HURRY!!! OPEN UP!!! OPEN UP!!! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!!! Yolei: What's the matter, Poromon? Poromon: Sitting on this coleslaw's getting a little messy! And what's in here that has such a foul smell!? Yolei: Deviled eggs! Poromon: PEE-YEW!!! T.K.: Poromon's right, I can smell them from all the way over here! Yolei: I guess the mayonnaise has gone bad.

Yolei's picnic goods are heavily localized. However, since we only directly see the merch when Miyako opens her bag, Yolei gets away with it pretty easily.

Per the last time Yolei brought treats from the family store, her dub family expects her to pay for everything she takes. This presents the scene with a complication. At no point does Miyako exchange money with her mother, nor is there any indication of an expectation that she will.

So the dub uses the existing joke of Miyako skirting away before her mom can make her explain herself, and makes that into a joke in which Yolei whole-ass robs the family store. XD

Incidentally, someone on the dub team really likes the "I only have two beans" joke. They made (or will make) that same joke with Tai's mother Yuuko in Digimon: The Movie.

The dub also changes out the bit with Poromon getting crushed by jostling merch during Miyako's Shoplifter Sprint, replacing it for an extended bit about rotten eggs.

Lot of dub-exclusive olfactory offenses being committed in the lead-up to this picnic.

Now that everyone's ready to go, Miyako, Iori, and Takeru meet up with Daisuke and Hikari who are already hanging out outside of Odaiba Elementary.

Miyako: Sorry to keep you waiting! Daisuke: Ah, there you are. Hikari: We're all here. Daisuke: Yes! Let's go have a PICNIC!!! Group: YEAH!!!

But we're gonna have to be sneaky about it 'cause we aren't allowed to be here. The team creeps over the hedges, making sure the coast is clear. Then they slide the gate open and sneak onto school grounds.

Once inside the school building, Miyako starts complaining about the injustice of their situation.

Miyako: (whispers angrily) Why do I need to sneak around to get into the Computer Clubroom when I'm already a member of Computer Club! Iori: (whispers) It can't be helped. The rules strictly forbid the use of school facilities during off-days. Daisuke: (hisses) BE QUIET!!! (Miyako and Iori bow sheepishly)

The precise reason for school closure isn't expressly stated. The word is 休日 kyuujitsu, which is a catch-all for any sort of involuntary day off. Holidays, weekends, snow days, what have you. If you can't go to school or work for reasons you didn't personally request yourself, it's 休日 kyuujitsu.

In the dub:

Davis: Aren't the others supposed to be here? Kari: Yeah, they're late. Davis: Here they come now! Hey, what took you guys so long? Yolei: I stopped at a drinking fountain to give Poromon a bath. It's a long story. Davis: Never mind! Let's go!

That payoff for the deviled egg and coleslaw bit is pretty funny. XD

The dub takes their first commercial break here, and then we return at the start of our sneaking mission - with some extra dialogue.

(DigiDestined peek over the hedge) Davis: All clear. (Davis opens the gate) Davis: Now everybody remember my plan: CROUCH!!! (The team sneaks inside) Davis: Keep crouching! (They make it up into the school) Yolei: Listen, I know it's a Saturday and we're not really supposed to be at school but nobody is within miles of this place! I refuse to crouch. Hmph! Cody: Actually, Davis, I don't think it's really necessary for me to crouch. Davis: I got us here! Am I the best or what!? (Yolei and Cody bow sheepishly)

That Miyako isn't bothering to walk around the halls in Sneaking Mode and Iori is so small that it isn't necessary is a funny bit of visual characterization. The dub works the dialogue around to emphasize that, while still conveying the key point: The school is closed and that's why we need to break in.

Though we lose Miyako's outrage at the perceived unfairness of the rules. Instead, she just thinks Davis is an idiot, which is not an unfair assessment of his behavior.

Additionally, Yolei's line doesn't really connect with the animation. She was visibly crouching when they were outside. Miyako only straightens up once they're safely inside the building, so the dub's gag needs for you to have not noticed that.

Since they threw out the part where Daisuke scolds Miyako and Iori for chitchatting during a Stealth Mission, the final shot of the pair bowing in embarrassment has to be recontextualized. In this version, it seems like it's supposed to be a mutual cringe at Davis's bragging.

Once Iori and Miyako have been scolded, the team keeps going until they reach Computer Club.

Daisuke: (whispers) Let's head in.

They slip inside, quiet as a mouse, and head over to the computer containing the Gate. Miyako loads it up, and we hear the activation chime signaling that the Gate is open.

Daisuke: Go ahead, Miyako. Miyako: Bingo! Chosen Children, LET'S ROLL-- (Door opens) Mimi: ...what are all of you doing here?

Three out of five Children freeze up in panic, as well as their Digimon. But the other two and two....

Hikari, Takeru & Digimon: Mimi-san!? Others: Huh!? Mimi-san!? Mimi: Takeru-kun? Hikari-chan? Takeru & Hikari: Yeah! Takeru: Daisuke-kun, Miyako-san, Iori-kun. This is Tachikawa Mimi-san, one of the older Chosen Children.

Tachikawa Mimi is a Chosen Child-type Human. Her "Specialty Skill" is listed as Otome no Nage Kiss, or "Maiden's Blown Kiss", and she also has the Special Attack Unchi Tsukami meaning "Poop Grab". Though the ン in ウンチ Unchi appears to be censored. This is a reference to that time she seized a Garbamon's Poop projectile and chucked it back at them.

Mimi originally debuted in the Digimon Adventure OVA before going on to feature as a main character in the anime that followed. She's had to move around a lot, first from Hikarigaoka to Odaiba and then to the United States. In video games and other supplemental media, she is typically accompanied by her Partner Digimon Palmon.

Narrator: Tachikawa Mimi! She lives on the East Coast of the United States. She's returned to Japan briefly in order to attend her cousin's wedding on behalf of her parents, who are busy with work. Miyako: Sora-san told me about you! Mimi: She didn't say anything weird, did she? Miyako: (sheepish) ...bingo.... Mimi: (irritated) Oh, did she? Daisuke: We're Chosen Children now. Mimi: Ehehe, I see that.

I don't know why Mimi gets a rundown from the Digimon Analyzer. XD But I'm here for it.

In the dub, a school bell inexplicably rings when the kids enter Computer Club despite school being closed.

Davis: Let's go! Hey, I wonder if the Digital World's open on Saturdays?

Once they're inside, Davis says nothing and the camera hangs awkwardly on the group in silence for three seconds instead.

Yolei: Alright! I got us in! Am I the best or what? (Door opens suddenly) Group: HUH!?!? Mimi: I'm sorry, but... Are you supposed to be here? Kari, T.K., & Digimon: Mimi! Others: Mimi!? Mimi: Um, T.K.? Kari? Kari: Yup! T.K.: Yup! Davis, Yolei, Cody, I want you to meet someone. This is our friend Mimi. She's one of the original DigiDestined who moved to America. Mimi: (rundown) I'm Mimi! I've set my sights on success in the fashion world of New York City. Don't think I'm just a strawberry blonde beauty who knows she's beautiful! Yolei: Hi, Mimi. Sora told us all about you! Mimi: I spoke to her! She told me about you too! Davis: (flirty) Hello, Mimi! My name's Davis but you can call me... uh, Davis. Mimi: (creeped out) Yeah, she definitely told me about you.

Mimi's diegetic rundown cuts out the explanation for her return to Japan, instead serving to re-establish her wealthy fashionista dub persona for the new series.

They take out Mimi getting miffed at Sora for sharing embarrassing stories about her. Specifically, Sora "telling them all about Mimi" is referring to Sora's pep-talk to Miyako in episode 2. Sora mentioned that Mimi used to whine a lot about wanting to go home but only sort of hinted at how that character arc ended.

And they add in some more of Davis being obnoxious while everyone dunks on him.

Mimi: Patamon and Tailmon look like they're doing well! Patamon & Tailmon: Long time no see! Hikari: So, when did you get back from America? Mimi: This morning! I was passing by Odaiba Elementary School and started feeling nostalgic, so I snuck in through the back gate. Ahaha! Daisuke: We came in through the back gate too! Mimi: Huh? Daisuke: We're on our way to have a picnic in the Digital World. Mimi: You're what? Miyako: You should come too, Mimi-san! Mimi: Well, my cousin's wedding is tomorrow... Would that be alright? Miyako: BINGO!!! Daisuke: (scolding) Miyako, you can't just decide that on your own. Miyako: (disappointed) Huh? I can't? Daisuke: I mean, I'm fine with it but-- Iori: I'm for it. Takeru: Me too! Hikari: And me! Miyako: BINGO BINGO BIIIIIIINGO!!! Chosen Children, LET'S ROLL!!!

It begins. Miyako got fucking target-lock on Mimi the moment she walked through that door, and it's only going to escalate from here.

In the dub:

Mimi: Gatomon, Patamon, how have you been? Gatomon: (bitterly) Other than being stuffed in a knapsack like a wet towel, fine! Kari: It's so good to see you! When did you get back? Mimi: This morning. I was passing by the school and just had to take a look for old times' sake. I just walked in the front gate! Someone left it open! Davis: That was us! We had to sneak in since the school was closed. Mimi: Huh? Davis: That's right! We all decided to go on a nice Saturday picnic in the Digital World! Mimi: Digital World?

For some reason, they have Mimi say that like she's just hearing about it for the first time. Weird line choice.

The back gate is now the front gate, and Mimi mentions that the group left it open. Unlike Yolei refusing to crouch, this shores up with the animation. When they snuck through the gate earlier, it swung back towards a closed position but stopped a little ways ajar.

Yolei: Maybe Mimi can come with us! Mimi: I haven't been there in so long! Do you think it would be okay? Yolei: Of course! Davis: Yolei, we didn't bring enough sodas for an extra person! Yolei: Oh no.... Cody: It's okay. She can have my soda. T.K.: Mine too. Kari: And mine. Yolei: PERFECTO!!! Now let's go! Davis: (grumpy) That's great; Now the rest of us don't have anything to drink. Yolei: Digi-Port Open!

They remove this reference to Mimi's cousin's wedding too. I guess that's not happening in the dub version.

Everyone voicing their agreement has been changed to everyone drowning Mimi in soda. She does love her soda, so I'm sure she won't object.

The Chosen Children pass through the Gate and enter the Digital World.

First order of business: A bit of scouting.

Daisuke: A Dark Tower... ... ...is not here! Group: (collective sigh of relief) Mimi: (enchanted) This... is definitely the Digital World!

Her eyes linger on a large flower sprouting from the base of a tree.

Mimi: (thinking) Will I be able to see Palmon?

In her imagination, the flower stands up and unfurls into Palmon.

Palmon: Mimi!

But only in her imagination. Not gonna be quite that easy.

Three years ago, Mimi never would have imagined that she might one day be nostalgic for this place.

In the dub:

Davis: Hey hey, good news, guys! Take a look around! I don't see a Control Spire anywhere, do you? Group/Yolei: (Miscellaneous unintelligible nopes) / No sirree! Mimi: (enchanted) How cool! I'm back! The Digital World hasn't changed! (Mimi's eyes linger on a flower) Mimi: (thinking) I wonder if I'll see Palmon again? (Mimi imagines the flower standing up as Palmon) Palmon: Hi!

Solid. No notes.

The team gets moving to find a good spot for their picnic, while Miyako briefs Mimi on the Digimon Kaiser situation.

Mimi: Digimon Kaiser? Miyako: He's building Dark Towers so that he can take control of the Digital World. Mimi: So you're saying that we're safe around here because he hasn't built any Dark Towers nearby? Miyako: And since it's safe, we're having our picnic here.

This is what Miyako meant when she told her mom they didn't know where they were going to hold the picnic. Implicitly, if they spotted a Dark Tower in the area, they'd keep searching until they found a place without one.

Mimi: A picnic in the Digital World... That would have been unthinkable back in our day. Things sure have changed! Miyako: Up until now, we've only really ever come here to knock down the Dark Towers. But now it's Golden Week, so we thought it'd be nice to have some fun in the Digital World for once!

And that's why school is closed. Golden Week is a set of multiple Japanese holidays so close together that they drew a big oval around the date range and called the whole thing a celebration period.

This, incidentally, gives us a fair understanding of the time that's elapsed in the show thus far. Episode 1 was on the first day of school, which is typically the first week of April. Golden Week takes place from April 29th to May 5th, so the new Chosen Children have been fighting the Digimon Kaiser for about a month now. Implicitly, there seems to have been a lot of offscreen Dark Tower tug-of-wars between episodes.

Assuming this is the very start of Golden Week, Mimi's cousin is getting married on April 30th. That day, as well as May 1st and 2nd, have no direct holidays to celebrate so it's well-timed. A big, joyous day of Golden Week but not one that's going to overlap an important holiday.

But Golden Week isn't a thing in the U.S. so the dub made it Saturday, and also erased the wedding for some reason.

Mimi: Digimon Emperor? Davis: Yeah! He builds these Control Spires, tries to take over the Digital World, yadda yadda yadda.... Mimi: So if there's no Control Spires, are we safe? Yolei: Yeah! That's why we picked this spot to go on our picnic. Mimi: Gee, we never would have thought about having a picnic here in the old days because we'd be too worried about giant-sized digital ants. Yolei: So far, every time we've come here, it's been to destroy a Control Spire. But since it's Saturday, we thought we'd just come here to have some fun!

Davis butts in on Mimi and Miyako's conversation.

The dub makes it sound like this is the first Saturday since the series began. Which it can be. There's been five episodes up to now and each one has ended at the end-of-day. So it is possible for this to only be the sixth day since Tai first activated those new Digivices for the new kids.

In any case, we've been walking for a bit and the team's getting hungry.

Takeru: Daisuke-kun, shouldn't we take lunch soon? Daisuke: Isn't it too early for that? Hikari: (pleasantly) I'm getting hungry.

I need you to understand that Hikari does not voice that as a complaint. She closes her eyes with a big smile on her face and, in the most upbeat tone, announces her hunger to the crowd.

Daisuke practically screeches to a stop with a huge blush on his face.

Daisuke: Let's have lunch! Hikari: (shit-eating grin) ^_^ Takeru: (irritated) What the heck?

She knows exactly what she's doing. Hikari fixed this situation.

In the dub:

Cody: We should pick out a spot around here to lay out the picnic blanket and dish out the food! T.K.: Sounds great! Davis: No, it doesn't! It's way too early for lunch. Let's keep walking! Kari: (pleasantly) I am a little hungry.... (Davis stops suddenly, blushing) Davis: I'm starved! Let's eat! Kari: (shit-eating grin) ^_^ T.K.: (snidely) Why didn't I think of that?

The dub de-emphasizes the one-sided love rivalry between Daisuke and Takeru here, by having Cody be the one to suggest lunch. T.K. merely agrees with Cody, so Davis ends up bickering back at the wrong person.

But the central gag, in which Hikari gently manipulates Daisuke into being less obstinate, comes through unscathed.

The team sets up their picnic blanket and dishes out the food.

Miyako: I brought rice balls from my convenience store. (holds one out to Mimi) Would you like one? Mimi: (gasp) Tuna mayo...

Closeup on the rice ball in Miyako's hand, while a short tune from the distinctly Japanese shamisen plays over it. The tuna mayo rice ball presented here as a microcosm of Mimi's homesick longing for Japan.

She came home from the Digital World just in time to get Isekai'd again to somewhere else.

Mimi: (teary-eyed) It's been so long! I've been dreaming about tuna mayo! (takes the rice ball) THANK YOOOOOOOOOOOOU!!! Group: Ahahahaha! Mimi: (bite) T_T So good....

Miyako rolled a Nat 20 on that Charisma check. Daisuke's jealous; He keeps rolling 5's.

In the dub:

Yolei: I brought these from my family's convenience store. (holds one out to Mimi) You want some? Mimi: (gasp) Is that what I think it is? (Closeup on the rice ball with no music) Mimi: A chocolate-covered rice ball!? (teary-eyed) I haven't had one since I was a kid! I love 'em! Group: Ahahahaha! Mimi: (bite) Mmm....

There are a variety of ways you can wrap the nori when making a rice ball. The ones Miyako brought are fully encased in nori, which is what the dub is passing off as a chocolate coating. This is still far less egregious than how some anime of the era tried to disguise their rice balls.

Missing sound time again. Going off a translated dialogue script, the dub didn't hear the shamisen playing when Mimi fixated on the rice ball. So they took "It's been so long!" to mean she's nostalgic for her childhood, rather than the obvious implication of Japan.

Miyako silently watches Mimi enjoy the rice ball for about three seconds before turning her attention to her actual Partner.

Miyako: How about you, Hawkmon? Hawkmon: I would like... some of that.

He points out Iori and Armadimon, who've set out the kanpyoumaki. Iori's happily watching Armadimon stuff one of the sushi rolls in his mouth.

Miyako: You want kanpyoumaki? Hawkmon: Iori-san, may I please have a kanpyoumaki? Armadimon: Huh? Okay dagyaa.

Armadimon takes a roll out of the tin and winds up to toss it to Hawkmon.

Iori: Huh? DON'T THROW IT!!! Armadimon: (throw) Iori: AH!!!

Armadimon overshoots by a wide margin and sends the kanpyoumaki rolling across the dirt.

Hawkmon: AUGH!!!! M-MY KANPYOUMAKI!!!

Hawkmon sprints off, chasing the rolling sushi and forcing Miyako to go chasing after him.

Iori: (scolding) My mother made this food for us! Don't be so careless with it! Armadimon: Iori... I'm sorry, dagyaa.

But while Iori's scolding Armadimon, Mimi's stopped eating her tuna mayo rice ball. She watches Miyako and Hawkmon disappear into the woods with concern printed on her face.

(Mimi knows exactly how perilous the Digital World can be. It's not a good place to suddenly run off on your own.)

In the dub:

Yolei: What will you have? Hawkmon: I'll have whatever Armadillomon is having. Yolei: He's eating sushi. Hawkmon: Excellent. I'll have one sushi please. Armadillomon: Comin' right up! (Armadillomon winds up the toss) Cody: NO, NEVER THROW FOOD!!! (Armadillomon overshoots) Hawkmon: AUGH!!! COME BACK, LITTLE SUSHI!!! (Hawkmon and Yolei run off into the woods) Yolei: Wait! Hawkmon, come back! It's just a California Roll! Hawkmon: Yes, well it's rolling all the way back to California! Mimi: (thinking) I have a bad feeling about this. I don't like that they're going off into the woods all alone!

Hawkmon's California Roll joke got me. XD

Iori's scolding of Armadimon is removed so that they can use that time spelling out what that expression on Mimi's face means. Even though I think it's pretty obvious.

Mimi gets up and leaves the picnic, going into the woods to search for Miyako and Hawkmon.

Mimi: MIYAKO-CHAAAAAN!!! HAWKMOOOOON!!! WHERE ARE YOU!?!? Woods: ... Mimi: MIYA--

Suddenly, Mimi takes the wrong step. A trapdoor panel opens up underfoot, and Mimi plunges into a dark abyss.

Mimi: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Cut to the dead of night under a crescent moon, Miyako shakes an unconscious Mimi to wake her.

Miyako: Mimi-san? Hawkmon: Mimi-san! Miyako: Mimi-san! Both: Mimi-san! Mimi: (slowly opens eyes) Miyako: Mimi-san? Hawkmon: Mimi-san! Miyako: Mimi-san? Mimi: ...what...? Miyako: Ah! She came to! Hawkmon: She's awake! Mimi: Miyako-chan, Hawkmon... what's...? Miyako: Look at that.

Miyako directs Mimi's attention to an ominous black obelisk rising over the woods in the distance, lit by spotlights. Also there are cacti in the forest because fuck you, the Digital World doesn't have to make ecological sense. Eggs grow in fridges.

Miyako: That is a Dark Tower. Hawkmon: This is the Digimon Kaiser's territory.

I blame Armadimon for this. See, kids? This is what poor table manners does. It makes your friends vulnerable to fascism. That is an entirely reasonable and predictable outcome that he should have seen coming.

In the dub:

Mimi: YOLEIIIII!!! HAWKMOOOOON!!! Mimi: COME BAAAA--AHHHHHH!!!

I love the way the dub flows the vowel of "back" into her scream. The Japanese version could have done something similar with "MIYA--AHHHHHHH!!!" but they don't. She's cut off when the ground gives way, and then she's silent for about two seconds before she starts screaming.

Yolei: Wake up. Mimi, wake up. Hawkmon: I hope she's alright. Mimi: (slowly opens her eyes) Yolei: Mimi... Wake up.... Mimi: Mhm.... Yolei: Are you okay? Mimi: The last thing that I remember, I fell. Yolei: We all did. Look at that! Mimi: (gasp) (Shot of the Control Spire in the distance) Mimi: What is it!? Yolei: It's a Control Spire. Hawkmon: That means the Digimon Emperor controls this area.

Genuinely surprised at the restraint here. The roughly 10-15 seconds of just saying "Mimi-san" over and over gives the dub plenty of space to insert quips, but they play this scene totally straight.

Once the team's noticed the Tower, their attention is drawn back down to the woods by miscellaneous chattering animal noises growing steadily louder.

A chattering crowd of Gekomon and Otamamon emerge from the woods.

Mimi: Whew! It's just Otamamon and Gekomon. Miyako: You know them? Mimi: Yeah! They're my friends. Hawkmon: They're not your friends anymore.

Closeup on their legs. Each Gekomon has an Evil Ring on their left leg, while the Otamamon have Evil Rings on their right forelegs.

Hawkmon: They're wearing Evil Rings! Mimi: Eh!?

Without any further ado, the horde surges forward and attacks. Zoom out from the forest as a classic Mimi shriek carries us out to commercial break.

Mimi: AHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Miyako probably should have mentioned the Evil Rings when she was briefing Mimi on the Dark Towers. She only told Mimi that Dark Tower areas were under the Kaiser's control but she never explained what that means.

In the dub:

(Red eyes appear in the dark) Mimi: Something tells me those aren't taillights in a parking lot. (The horde appears) Gekomon & Otamamon: (chanting) PRINCESS MIMI PRINCESS MIMI PRINCESS MIMI PRINCESS MIMI.... Mimi: Relax! They're just Gekomon and Otamamon! Yolei: How do you know that, Mimi? Mimi: 'Cause they're my friends! Hawkmon: They don't look too friendly.... (Closeup of the Dark Rings) Hawkmon: Not while they're wearing those Dark Rings. Horde: GET HER!!!

The dub skips the commercial break here because they have somewhere else in mind that they want to put it. To that end, they cut the shot zooming out from the forest and go straight into the action of the next bit.

Returning from commercial, Mimi and Miyako flee from the Gekomon horde.

Suddenly, Mimi trips.

Mimi: ACK!!! Gekomon Swarm: GOT YOU!!! Hawkmon: Mimi-san! Miyako: NOOOOOOOO!!! THOSE WEIRD FROGS AND TADPOLES ARE GOING TO GET MIMI-ONEESAMA!!!

Miyako stands there shrieking instead of helping Mimi. In her panic, she also calls Mimi onee-sama in a slip of the tongue, saying out loud that she reveres Mimi as an older sister-type figure and in the most respectful and quasi-worshipful way possible.

It's not uncommon for younger kids to use onii-san and onee-san to address older kids they respect who aren't their literal sibling, but it's not something Miyako has been doing out loud, nor will she continue to. That just slipped out.

We've seen a few senpai/kouhai relationships between the old guard and new Chosen Children, but Mimi is not senpai. Mimi is onee-san. She'd probably prefer it that way anyway. But even more than that, Mimi is onee-sama. Miyako reveres her as a figure worthy of ultimate respect, despite the fact that they met like an hour ago.

Mimi: Miyako-chan, run....

Mimi's strength gives out and she collapses onto the ground, but with an huge, inexplicable smile on her face.

Mimi: (thinking) :-) I can't believe I'm saying this....

What the fuck is happening in this scene. I mean. Shipping, obviously, but besides that.

But before the horde can reach them, two sets of familiar vines shoots out of the bushes. One set snares Miyako and Hawkmon from behind. The second set grabs Mimi by the face.

Mimi: Palmon? Miyako: What the--

Palmon pulls them all into the bushes, and the Gekomon horde swarms past harmlessly.

The dub takes its second commercial break a few seconds after where the original returned. They let the Gekomon chase the girls into the woods, and then break on a shot of them fleeing.

We return just in time for Mimi to trip and for Yolei to shriek uselessly.

Mimi: ACK!!! Yolei: Gosh, Mimi! If those are your friends, I'd hate to see your enemies! Mimi: It's not... their fault.... (Mimi collapses, inexplicably smiling) Mimi: (thinking) :-) This is terrible. I wish Palmon was here to protect me. Palmon: POISON IVY!!! Yolei: Huh!? (Palmon grabs Yolei, Hawkmon, and Mimi) Mimi: Palmon?

Mimi's new narration connects even less with the weird smile than the original.

Mimi explains Black Rings to Yolei instead of urging her to run away.

Palmon keeps a lookout through the bushes until the Gekomon are gone. Once it's safe, she addresses the girls.

Palmon: Looks like they're gone. Mimi: (crying) ...Palmon.... Palmon: (crying) ...Mimi...MIMI!!! Mimi: PALMON!!!

Weeping, Mimi and Palmon hug each other and scream their feelings out. Miyako watches them, holding Hawkmon in her arms.

Palmon: I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!! Mimi: ME TOO!!! Palmon: YOU WERE SO BRAVE!!! Mimi: I felt like you were calling out to me, Palmon! Palmon: Somehow, I also felt like you were here in the Digital World, Mimi! You came to help us, right!? Mimi: No, a picnic--

Record scratch. Mimi has utterly destroyed this dramatic reunion with that confession. And with the awkward look on her face, she realizes she fucked up.

Mimi: That's right! We're here to rescue--

Palmon fucking drops her.

Palmon: This forest has been taken over by the Digimon Kaiser. All of the Gekomon and Otamamon have been fitted with Evil Rings. And you're here for a picnic!? Mimi: Got it! In that case, Mimi-sama will take down that Dark Tower for all the Otamamon and Gekomon! Palmon: Wait a minute!

There are few things more pretentious than referring to yourself with the -sama honorific. Palmon grabs onto Mimi's leg to keep her from getting ahead of herself.

In the dub:

Palmon: I thought you needed a vine. Mimi: (crying) ...Palmon.... Palmon: (crying) ...Mimi..... (Mimi and Palmon embrace) Mimi: Oh, I'm so happy to see you! Palmon: I'm happy too! Mimi: I've never been this happy my whole life! Palmon: I've never known what happiness was until today! Hawkmon: Please, stop it. If you get any happier, I'll start to cry.

Instead of Mimi shoving her whole-ass foot in her mouth, the record scratch moment comes as a result of embarrassment from realizing that they're being watched.

Mimi: I'm caught in your vines. Palmon: I'm caught in your hair! Mimi: On 3. 1... 2... 3! (Mimi and Palmon aggressively separate) Palmon: Enough reminiscing, Mimi. We've got trouble! This area's called the Night Forest, and the Digimon Emperor's taken control of all the Gekomon and the Otamamon! Mimi: I know! We have to destroy the Control Spire. No problem! I've been living in New York. Compared to getting a taxi, that should be a piece of cake! Palmon: You're the best, Mimi!

They took all the conflict out of this scene.

Miyako: Mimi-san, you can't do this alone. Hawkmon: Miyako-san, please contact the others. Miyako: Yeah!

Miyako whips out her Digivice.

Over in the part of the woods that's still daytime, the rest of the team has gone looking for their missing nakama.

Daisuke: MIYAKOOOOO!!! Others: HAWKMOOOOON!!! MIMI-SAAAAAN!!! Daisuke: Huh?

Daisuke rifles for his pockets for his own Digivice. The others take notice of his behavior.

Takeru: Daisuke-kun? Hikari: What's wrong?

Back in the night forest, Miyako yells at her Digivice.

Miyako: Come on, notice us already!

Sure enough, there are flickering blips on Daisuke's Digivice radar. But they're faint, and their location keeps changing.

Daisuke: I think it's supposed to be a message from Miyako, but.... Takeru: It's coming through, but it's weak. Where could they have gone? Iori: Maybe the Digimon Kaiser got them. Group: (nervous) Uh....

It's worth considering.

In the dub:

Yolei: We can't destroy the tower alone! Hawkmon: Correct. You'd better contact the others and let them know where we are. Yolei: Right! (Cut to light side) Davis: Hawkmon, Yolei, where are you!? Group: Hawkmon, Yolei, where are you!? Davis: Ha--huh? This place has some echo! (Davis fishes in his jacket for his beeping Digivice) Kari: (sarcastic) Oh boy. (Dark side) Yolei: I'm trying to get through to Davis but so far no luck. (Light side) Davis: I think it's from Yolei but the signal's kinda weak. T.K.: She must be nearby! But in what direction? Cody: The Digimon Emperor must be blocking the signal. Group: Whoa!

Fuck Mimi, I guess.

I think the dub's trying to present it as they all went looking for Yolei at the same time, instead of Mimi going to look for Miyako and then everyone else going to look for Mimi and Miyako. They might not know yet that Mimi's also missing.

Kari's passive-aggressive jab at Davis seems like a bit of an overreaction to the echo remark.

Speaking of the Digimon Kaiser, he is indeed at work in his command center. Because where else would he be when school's out? This is his holiday too.

Kaiser: Huhuhuhuhu... Looks like this is going to be a fun Golden Week.

The Kaiser has Miyako and Mimi displayed on his screen.

Kaiser: Wormmon. Wormmon: W-What? Kaiser: What will we attack with today? Wormmon: The Gokimon Brothers. Kaiser: I see.... Hehehe... Hahahaha HAHAHAHA!!!

"Brothers" is English.

Wormmon is not used to this new tactic where he gets to be a participant in planning the Kaiser's moves.

In the dub:

Emperor: Huhuhuhuhuhu... What a wonderful way to spend a relaxing weekend: Getting rid of unwanted weeds in my garden! Wormmon! Wormmon: Yes, Master? Emperor: Who's the Digimon du jour? Wormmon: The Roachmon Brothers. Emperor: Excellent! Summon them immediately! They're staying at the Roachmon Motel! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

...they might have a hard time checking out. Ken did not plan this well.

In the dark forest, Miyako gives up on signaling backup.

Miyako: This isn't working.

The girls and their Digimon all hang their heads and sigh. Suddenly, a pair of cockroach-shaped silhouettes pop up from the foreground.

Gokimon Brothers: Hey ladies! What's got you so distressed!

The roaches scurry forward on all six legs to approach the girls, then stand back up on their hind legs again.

Gokimon Brothers: How about going on a date with us? Hehehehehehe!

And now this is happening again. Mimi's been back in the Digital World for one day....

Mimi & Miyako: (hugging each other) NOOOOOOOOO!!! COCKROACHES!!! Palmon & Hawkmon: (unintelligible)

Palmon and Hawkmon speak at the same time saying different things while Mimi and Miyako are still screaming "no" behind them. So it's extremely difficult to make out any individual words, but the general gist is "You won't get past us".

Rundown time. Let's talk Gokimon. Gokimon is an Adult-stage Virus-attribute Insect Digimon. Their name comes from ゴキブリ gokiburi, which means cockroach. Like "roach", gokiburi can be shortened to a simple ゴキ goki, which makes Roachmon a perfect translation of Gokimon.

Gokimon is another new Digimon from the Sega Saturn video game version of the V-Pet. Specifically, they're Ver. S's new junk evolution. It's hard to find information on the game, but the new Digimon for the game were acquired by combining Digimon or combining Digitama or something to that effect. Gokimon was what you got whenever the types you chose to combine were a dud.

Narrator: Gokimon. These Insect-type Digimon have shiny black bodies and bottomless vitality. Their ability to deftly run away is unparalleled! Their special attack is Dream Dust!

They're hard to kill and great at fleeing for their lives. Very intimidating. Thank you. They also don't handle rejection well.

Younger Gokimon: That hurts... Gokimon-oniisama! Older Gokimon: What is it, little brother? Younger Gokimon: Since they hurt us, we should do the thing! Older Gokimon: Good idea. Miyako: You guys are brothers? Gokimon Brothers: GOKIMON BROTHERS!!! YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT!?!? Miyako: (shrinks down into Mimi's chest) No, I'm sorry.

Fun fact, onii-san and onee-san are respectful identifiers you can you to address your older sibling. The neutral terms are 兄 ani and 姉 ane, which would get used conversationally when talking about older siblings. But if you're referring to your own, you would refer to them with those respectful titles.

But there is no equivalent for a younger sibling. The neutral terms are 弟 otouto and 妹 imouto, and that's all there is. You might address a younger sibling by their name or by a cutesy nickname or something, but there is no official title of respect like there is for older siblings. Gokimon is literally just using 弟 otouto itself to address Gokimon.

But, Gokimon, on the other hand, has a lot of reverence for Gokimon. He addresses him as onii-sama.

In the dub:

Yolei: There's no answer! (The girls and Digimon hand their heads and sigh) Roachmon Brothers: No answer!? We didn't even hear the question! (The Roachmon scurry over to the girls) Roachmon Brothers: We hope we're not bugging you! Hehehehehe! (Mimi and Yolei hold each other and scream) Girls: AHHHHHHH!!! ROACHES!!! Palmon & Hawkmon: It's the Roachmon Brothers! Roachmon: (rundown) Hi, I'm Roachmon! / And I'm his twin brother Roachmon! / I use my Garbage Dump attack to trash my enemies. / And I throw my Yard Sale Bombs to wipe out my opponents and clean out my garage. Younger Roachmon: You mean that's all? I thought you said there was a bunch of kids! Older Roachmon: So sue me! I heard wrong! Younger Roachmon: Is it really that hard to write down a message? Older Roachmon: Next time, you take the call! Yolei: Excuse me but do you always argue? Roachmon Brothers: THE ROACHMON BROTHERS DON'T ARGUE, NOW STAY OUT OF THIS!!! Yolei: (shrinks down into Mimi's chest) Sorry, go ahead.

As usual, the dub does everything it can to remove the uncomfortable part where children are harassed by Digimon.

Now that Miyako's been silenced, the Gokimon Brothers resume plotting violent retaliation over their spurned affections. Gross.

Younger Gokimon: Now then, Gokimon's Onii-sama is gonna show you his special attack! Older Gokimon: No, no, Gokimon's little brother should show them his special attack! Mimi: You guys are really close, aren't you? Gokimon Brothers: THE BROTHERS ARE BEST FRIENDS!!! YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT!?!? Mimi: (annoyed) Nope. Younger Gokimon: What if we attack together, Onii-sama? Older Gokimon: There's a great idea, little brother! Gokimon Brothers: DREAM DUST!!!

Given that Digimon hatch from Digitama in the Village of Beginnings when data accumulates there, I have questions about how Digimon brotherhood works. Can we get Elecmon out here to explain?

I'd guess that the Gokimon Brothers are probably onii-san and otouto in the same way Mimi and Miyako are onee-san and imouto. The episode is setting up an obvious parallel here, after all.

Unveiling their special attack, the Gokimon Brothers bury Mimi and Yolei in trash. Despite their bravado, Hawkmon and Palmon are overwhelmed too. A hits Hawkmon in the chest while an urn lands on Palmon's head, and the two are subsumed in the trash pile with their human Partners.

In the dub:

Younger Roachmon: I think I should use my Garbage Dump attack to finish them off! Older Roachmon: That's rubbish! I'll just use my Yard Sale Bombs on them and we won't even have to bargain! Mimi: Better yet, how about neither? Roachmon Brothers: THE ROACHMON BROTHERS ARE NOT GONNA TELL YOU AGAIN: STAY OUT OF THIS!!! Mimi: (annoyed) Just a suggestion. Younger Roachmon: I've got an idea, Roachmon! Let's use both attacks! Older Roachmon: Roachmon, that's the first smart thing you've said! Roachmon Brothers: GARBAGE DUMP!!!

The Roachmon Brothers aren't as tight-knit as the Gokimon Brothers. They still bicker over who should attack, but it's "I should use MY move" instead of "You should use YOUR move."

Mimi bursts out of the trash pile, outraged at how stupid and gross Dream Dust is.

Mimi: What the hell!? It's just trash! Gokimon Brothers: Hehehehehe!

The Brothers giggle to themselves, then suddenly send a sharp look Mimi's way that causes her to flinch. Miyako, half-dazed, pokes up from the garbage.

Miyako: What's going on...?

She comes to just in time to see a piano fall from the sky, crashing into the ground in front of the girls.

Girls: O_O .............. Mimi: (quietly) It's not just trash....

They look up in time to see a refrigerator heading their way, and scramble out of the trash pile to escape.

Girls: RUN FOR IT!!!

Mimi and Miyako bolt off into the woods, pursued by the Gokimon Brothers who keep firing at them.

Gokimon Brothers: DREAM DUST!!!

Tables and dressers and an oil drum all fall from the sky, attempting to crush the fleeing children.

Mimi: Palmon, can't you evolve!? Palmon: Not until we destroy the Dark Tower!

Mimi continues to have been inadequately briefed on the mechanics of the Digimon Kaiser's dominion. Maybe if someone had been more thorough with her explanation instead of getting distracted staring into Mimi's eyes, she'd be better prepared.

In the dub:

Mimi: That's it! This is a designer blouse! Roachmon Brothers: Hehehehehehe! (Roachmon sharply glare at Mimi and make her flinch) Yolei: ...now what...? (Piano) Girls: O_O .............. Mimi: ...sorry, but I don't play. (The girls flee the fridge and run for it) Girls: WHAAAAAAAA!!! Roachmon Brothers: YARD SALE BOMBS!!! Mimi: Palmon, Digivolve! Palmon: I can't until the Control Spire is destroyed!

Here we see what the delineation of Garbage Dump and Yard Sale Bombs is about. The dub's made the trash pile and the falling objects into separate attacks, whereas they're both encompassed as part of Dream Dust in the original.

That's fair.

While Mimi and Miyako flee into the woods, the Gokimon Brothers cackle to themselves about how easy this is.

Younger Gokimon: This is a piece of cake, huh, Onii-sama? Older Gokimon: Sure is, little brother. Miyako: Even the Evil Rings can't suppress the bonds of sibling kinship! Miyako: (thinking) It's so beautiful. If Mimi-san and I could....

There is no heterosexual explanation for this.

(I've heard Miyako's fantasy specifically a reference to Anthy and Utena of Revolutionary Girl Utena, but I can't vouch for it myself.)

Miyako disassociates from the chase to go wildly daydream about floating in a void, clasping hands with Mimi while wearing long, flowing dresses and even longer hair.

Fantasy Miyako: Mimi-oneesama! Fantasy Mimi: What is it, Miyako-san? Fantasy Miyako: No, it's nothing.... Actual Miyako: ...so enchanting.... Hawkmon: What the hell are you fantasizing about!? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND, MIYAKO-SAN!?!? WE'RE IN BIG TROUBLE RIGHT NOW!!! Miyako: Sorry, sorry. DIGIMENTAL UP!!!

Ladies and gentlemen: The Disaster Bi.

The dub tries to offer a heterosexual explanation for this.

Younger Roachmon: They were ten feet away and you missed 'em! Older Roachmon: I missed!? You missed! Yolei: Boy! For brothers, they sure don't get along very well. Yolei: (thinking) I'd be best friends with my sister if she were someone like Mimi.... (Yolei wildly disassociates into fantasy land) Fantasy Yolei: Oh, Mimi. You're my beautiful sister! Fantasy Mimi: Yolei, you're beautiful too. And we live in a beautiful house with a beautiful garden! Life is beautiful! Actual Yolei: Awwwwwww.... Hawkmon: Yolei, I don't mean to interrupt your daydream, but this is a rather precarious situation. Don't you think it's time? Yolei: Right! DIGI-ARMOR ENERGIZE!!!

And they fail miserably. They go harder to emphasize that Yolei's talking about platonic sisterhood. But also, in their version of Yolei's fantasy, she and Mimi are explicitly roommates who spend all day telling each other how beautiful they are.

Unfortunately, dub Hawkmon's sense of decorum keeps him from full-throated screaming at Yolei for this like his Japanese counterpart does. So we lose the punchline.

ANYWAY. AWKWARD LONGING LATER, FIGHT TIME NOW.

Horusmon: MIYAKO-SAN!!!

Miyako mounts her steed mid-gallop

Miyako: LET'S GO, HORUSMON!!! Mimi: Miyako-chan... That's so cool!

Horusmon turns around, shoots past Mimi, and takes to the sky.

Horusmon: RED SUN!!! Gokimon Brothers: WHAT!?!?

Horusmon's twin lasers catch them both offguard. The brothers let out a scream as the blast explodes into its typical red sphere.

In the dub:

Halsemon: Yolei, climb on my back. (Yolei does so) Yolei: Alright, let's go! Mimi: Wow! That Armor Digivolving is so fashionable! (Halsemon takes to the air) Halsemon: TEMPEST WING!!! Roachmon Brothers: AHHHHHH!!!

Fashionable, y'all. Mimi's just gawking at how well Halsemon color-coordinates to Yolei's outfit. Nothing to see here.

Getting hit by Red Sun enrages the Gokimon Brothers, who decide to take this seriously now.

Younger Gokimon: Are you okay, Onii-sama? Older Gokimon: I'm okay, little brother. Now let's get serious! Gokimon Brothers: GOKIMON BROTHERS KICK!!!

Together, they launch a flying kick. Horusmon swerves aside, and the brothers sail harmlessly past.

Horusmon: They're coming back around! Gokimon Brothers: GOKIMON BROTHERS CHOP!!!

Horusmon evades another charge, and the Gokimon Brothers crash into the ground with tremendous destructive force.

In the dub:

Younger Roachmon: I feel like someone just set off a bug bomb.... Older Roachmon: Never mind! There's two of us and only one of him! Roachmon Brothers: ROACHMON FLYSWATTER!!! (Halsemon dodges the flying kick) Halsemon: Here they come again! Roachmon Brothers: ROACHMON EXTERMINATE!!!

The dub gives them pest control-themed names for their attacks. Cute.

Seeing the dust kicked up from the Gokimon Brothers' tremendous impact, Mimi gets an idea.

Mimi: That's it! Miyako-chan!!! Miyako: Yes? Mimi: Use the Gokimon Brothers' attacks to break the Dark Tower! Miyako: Mimi-san! BINGO!!!

Miyako flies for the tower, while Mimi heads the same way on foot. The Gokimon Brothers recover, pursuing Miyako through the sky.

Gokimon Brothers: WAIT FOR US!!! Miyako: Here they come, Horusmon. Horusmon: (English) Roger! Gokimon Brothers: GOKIMON BROTHERS CRASH!!!

The Gokimon Brothers charge, full speed ahead. Miyako leads them straight for the Dark Tower.

Mimi: Now, Palmon!

Taking control of one of the Kaiser's narcissistic spotlights, Mimi and Palmon rotate it to shine directly into the advancing Gokimon Brothers' eyes.

Gokimon Brothers: I CAN'T SEE!!!

Just as planned, the brothers slam into the obelisk, breaking off a chunk of it. Not enough to bring it down, but enough.

Miyako: MIMI-SAN!!! Mimi: Eheh!

In the dub:

Mimi: (gasp) That's it! I've got an idea! Yolei: What? Mimi: Those Roachmon don't seem to be too smart! You can use them to destroy the tower! Yolei: Alright! PERFECTO! (Mimi and Yolei make for the Control Spire) Mimi: Come on, Palmon! Let's get ready! Roachmon Brothers: RRRRRRRRRRRGH!!! Yolei: (to Halsemon) Here they come! You know what to do! Roachmon Brothers: ROACHMON EXTERMINATE!!! (Yolei leads the Roachmon Brothers towards the Control Spire) Mimi: Since these guys aren't too bright.... (Mimi and Palmon rotate the spotlight) Roachmon Brothers: GYAAAAAAAH!!! (Roachmon Brothers crash into the Control Spire) Palmon: Now? Mimi: Now.

They reuse Roachmon Exterminate for Gokimon Brothers Crash.

Solid pun that Mimi awkwardly leaves hanging, but let's cut her some slack. It was the heat of the moment.

With the Control Spire damaged, Togemon is able to join the party!

Dazed, the Gokimon Brothers poke their heads out of the Dark Tower--

Togemon: CHIKU-CHIKU BANG-BANG!!!

--and instantly get their faces stuffed with cactus needles.

Horusmon: RED SUN!!!

Horusmon follows Togemon up, firing straight into the weak point that the Gokimon had made. His blast decapitates the obelisk, sending the Gokimon Brothers plunging to the ground alongside the upper third of the structure.

From his command center, the Digimon Kaiser watches his black square flick over to white.

Kaiser: My territory just shrank! This has become an unpleasant Golden Week. I'm going home!

He leaves his throne and storms off in a huff.

Wormmon: Ken-chan... If you could just grow up a little....

Don't let him hear you say that, Wormmon. He might kick you again.

In the dub:

Togemon: NEEDLE SPRAY!!! (Togemon needles the Roachmon Brothers) Halsemon: TEMPEST WING!!! (Halsemon decapitates the obelisk) Emperor: MY SPIRE!!! AUUUUUUUGH!!!

The dub takes its final commercial break right after Ken shrieks in outrage. When we return, they catch us up by replaying the footage of the Spire getting broken and start the Emperor's scene over from there.

Emperor: ARGH!!! (pouty) They've destroyed another one of my Control Spires! Talk about a wasted weekend. I'm going home! Lock up when you're done! Wormmon: About time. Now I can watch my Saturday cartoons.

The Emperor's wounded child tone is perfect. 10/10, no notes.

Wormmon, on the other hand? Funny self-referential gag about Saturday Morning Cartoons, which were a big deal back in the day and of which this dub was one.

But, as usual, Wormmon's vibe is completely different. They're still playing him as merely the put-upon minion, a staple of American cartoons of its era, with none of the genuine concern and affection for Ken-chan that he's supposed to have.

It's consistent with how the dub's characterized him up to this point. But I'd be lying if I said Wormmon being relieved that Ken's fucking off and leaving him alone didn't rub me the wrong way.

With the Dark Tower destroyed, Miyako's signal is finally able to get through to Daisuke and the others.

Daisuke: Ah! The enemy's area just disappeared! Iori: I got a message on my D-Terminal. "We're safe. ~Miyako"! Daisuke: She really had us worried!

Meanwhile, per usual, the destruction of the Dark Tower causes the Gokimon Brothers' Evil Rings to shut down. The Rings pop open and fall off their antennae.

Mimi: Looks like they've woken up, huh? Miyako: Yeah! Younger Gokimon: (startled) What are you doing here, Onii-chan!? Older Gokimon: Me!? How about you!? What's wrong with you, little brother!? Younger Gokimon: YOU ATE MY CHOCOLATE, ONII-CHAN!!! Older Gokimon: YEAH, WELL YOU ATE MY DAIFUKU!!! Younger Gokimon: WHAT!?!? GIVE ME BACK MY CHEWING GUM!!! Older Gokimon: FUCK OFF!!! YOU GIVE ME BACK MY RICE CRACKERS!!! Younger Gokimon: COME AND TAKE IT!!! Older Gokimon: I'LL TAKE EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT!!!

The two Gokimon explode into fisticuffs.

Siblings!

Miyako: O_O ...they were best friends, but now they're viciously tearing into each other. Mimi: O_O ...maybe they were better off under the Digimon Kaiser's control. Miyako: I don't want to think that--

Cut to an exterior shot of the forest, as the brothers' fight escalates.

Younger Gokimon: GOKIMON OTOUTO KICK!!! (explosion) Older Gokimon: GOKIMON ANI CHOP!!! (explosion) Gokimon Brothers: GOKIMON BROTHERS ATTACK!!! (explosion) Miyako: (despondent) IT CAN'T BE TRUE!!!

Errors have been made today. The Gokimon Brothers, Miyako's model for the relationship she wants to have with Mimi-oneesama, were only able to tolerate each other because the Digimon Kaiser had them both mind-controlled. XD

In the dub:

Davis: Hey, look! It's Yolei's signal! It's coming in crystal clear! Cody: That's a good sign. It must mean that they're all okay and they were able to destroy the Control Spire in that area. Davis: Alright! Way to go, Yolei!

The team speculates wildly as to the state of things based entirely off a blip on the radar. Cody's still looking down at his D-Terminal as he speaks, though, so I think he's just reading off Yolei's email and taking credit for the "deduction".

Davis is dim enough to buy it. It's fine.

Mimi: Now they'll be friendly. Yolei: Yeah! Younger Roachmon: Last thing I remember, we were at the motel! Older Roachmon: Yeah, we were out by the pool and you took my towel! Younger Roachmon: Well, you ate the little chocolate they put on the pillow! Older Roachmon: I put those chocolates on the pillow! I brought them from home! Younger Roachmon: From home!? Those were my chocolates in the freezer! Older Roachmon: OH, YEAH!?!? WELL, IT'S MY FREEZER!!! Younger Roachmon: IT'S MY HOUSE!!! Older Roachmon: I'M PAYING RENT!!! (Roachmon fight) Yolei: Just goes to show you, there are some families where they're better off only having one child. Mimi: You're right, Yolei. And in some cases like this one, they shouldn't have kids at all. Yolei: I think it's time we left these two alone.

You heard it here, kids! Digimon Sez: Before you get ready to pop that kid out, maybe have a good, long thought about abortion.

Younger Roachmon: FROM NOW ON, STAY ON YOUR HALF OF THE HOUSE!!! (explosion) Older Roachmon: AND YOU STAY ON YOURS!!! (explosion) Younger Roachmon: FINE!!! Older Roachmon: FINE!!! (explosion) Yolei: Here comes Davis and the others!

Yeah, this isn't half as funny as the original, because the Roachmon Brothers were already characterized as bickering shits.

They took out the Gokimon Brothers being besties and they took out them inspiring Miyako's fantasy session. So this hilarious payoff to their whole function as characters just fizzles out in the dub.

The Roachmon Brothers were mean before they were freed, and they're still mean after. Oh well. Shrug emoji. Here comes Davis.

Davis: MIYAKOOOOOOOO!!! Takeru & Hikari: MIMI-SAAAAAAAAAAN!!!

The rest of the Chosen Children arrive, amid the swarm of Gekomon and Otamamon who've also been set free.

Gekomon: Our Evil Rings are gone geko! Otamamon: Thank you, Mimi tama! Mimi: ^_^ Hehehe.... Togemon: Mimi. Mimi: Huh? Togemon: I'm going to stand guard over this area. (Mimi embraces Togemon's glove) Mimi: Ganbatte.

Mimi leaves Togemon with parting encouragement to persevere through the trials she's committed herself to.

For no clear reason, Hikari has picked up one of the Otamamon and is holding them in her arms. Hikari is the person that "Do not pet the animals" signs are for. She can't help herself.

Daisuke: Who's that? Miyako: Mimi-san's Digimon, Togemon. Daisuke: Ahh! Togemon! We're counting on you! Group: We're counting on you! Togemon: (embarrassed) Ehehe, I'll get it done (ganbari).

Everyone shares a good laugh. Except the Gokimon Brothers, who are now hurtling through the air far above shrieking:

Gokimon Brothers: SOMEBODY STOP US!!!

As they hurtle past in the distant sky, they're given a cosmic hurtling sound, like a comet passing by.

In the dub:

Davis: Yolei! Hawkmon! We're over here! Gekomon: They told us you were back, Princess, but we didn't believe 'em! Otamamon: Princess Mimi, we have been waiting for the day when you would return to us! Mimi: ^_^ ......

What has the dub done to these poor Gekomon? The dub's unwillingness to let "Princess Mimi" go has left these poor creatures convinced that she would ever come back and rule over them again.

Palmon: Mimi! Mimi: Huh? Togemon? Palmon: I will protect this area now! You can count on me. (Mimi embraces Togemon's glove) Mimi: I've always counted on you.

Oh my god. T_T I love it. That's perfect.

Davis: Who's that? Yolei: That's Mimi's Digimon, Togemon. Davis: Wow! Togemon! Call us if you need us! Group: Goodbye, Togemon! Togemon: Don't make me cry. Rubbing my eyes hurts too much! Group: Ahahahahaha!!! (Roachmon brothers pass in the sky) Younger Roachmon: You stay on your half of the sky too! Older Roachmon: FINE!!! Younger Roachmon: FINE!!!

XD The Roachmon got me. That was good.

At last, the first day of Golden Week is over and the children return to their world.

Daisuke: And that concludes today's picnic!

Outside Odaiba Elementary, Mimi waves farewell to the departing younger kids. But Miyako stops suddenly.

Miyako: Ah! MIMI-SAN!!! Mimi: ...? Miyako: (shouting across the distance at the top of her lungs) I HAD FUN!!! MEETING!!! MIMI-SAN!!! TODAY!!!

Mimi covers her face for a couple seconds. (Embarrassed? Blushing?) Then, deciding on her response, she holds out her finger in what's becoming Miyako's iconic pose.

Mimi & Miyako: BINGO!!!

In the dub:

Mimi: Goodbye, everyone! Thanks for a great picnic! Bye! Yolei: Oh, Mimi! I almost forgot! Mimi: Huh? Yolei: I WANTED TO SAY!!! WHEN I GET OLDER!!! I WANNA BE!!! JUST LIKE YOU!!! (Mimi curls into herself for a moment then holds out her finger) Mimi: Perfecto.

Nothing to see here, folks. Just some good ol' platonic admiration for one's role model. Yep yep.

Narrator: Will the DigiDestined be able to stop the Digimon Emperor from expanding his empire!? Find out on the next Digimon: Digital Monsters!

Oh, you shut up. We were having a moment here. Not everything needs to be a tense cliffhanger.

Assessment: This is it. The episode that brought a thousand shippers out of the woodwork. I was looking forward to coming back to this one because I remember Mimi and Miyako having gay subtext but I figured once I saw the episode again in context, it'd be this little thing that the shippers were blowing out of proportion.

...

Yeah, no, this episode was way more gay than I remembered. Miyako wears her crush on her sleeve from start to finish. The rest of the group basically stops existing in her perception once Mimi walks through that door, and she does not let up until credits roll.

She was fantasizing about Mimi (and possibly Utena, famously one of the lesbian classics?) while they were being shot at. She privately calls her oneesama in her brain and has to check her words not to say it out loud. She's got it bad.

To be fair, it's Mimi. Everyone and everything crushes on Mimi. That's been her life since File Island. Her hand slipped when she was rolling her Ability Scores and accidentally knocked a d100 into the mix so now her Charisma is 84 and she just has to live with that.

[mariana-oconnor]

I had Astarion eat a goblin child. I feel so bad.

And then one got away anyway and it turned out that letting them go free isn't even that bad.

I am the worst.

[heartual]

had such a good experience with surgery today i can’t even fully explain

[vv-ispy]

If decarabian was a gamer he would have the most decked out setup imaginable. 2000+ dollar custom keyboard where nearly everything but the internal components are made of solid gold. Top-of-the-line pc entirely encased in various ornately decorated gemstones. He would have at least five monitors (bonus points if they also double as surveillance monitors.) His gaming chair would in fact be a literal throne. At times he thinks that video game logic must surely apply to real life mortal human logic as well and vastly overestimates how durable most humans are.

Someone save her

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somewhat pleased to announce that in case someone wanted to know, and i really don't see why they wouldn't, the cameras that atz use in the cawaii men photoshoots are

fujifilm simple ace p&s camera (for taking photos), and

most probably? pentax spotmatic (the one hj, sh and jh pose with)