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“Spice, Sabacc, and Stray Feelings”

Hound x Smuggler!Reader

The underworld of Coruscant never really slept — it just blinked slower, as if the planet’s lower levels were always two seconds behind the rest of the galaxy.

And in those two seconds?

You could make a fortune… or vanish into a garbage chute and never be found again.

You adjusted your grip on the handheld scanner, eyes flicking over the crates lined up next to your half-gutted freighter. Spice. Not the high-grade stuff, just raw, unrefined ryll — enough to make a profit off-medworld, nothing serious enough to turn Republic eyes.

At least, that’s what the broker promised.

Then again, brokers lied.

“You sure this is all?” you muttered, squinting at the readout.

The Rodian dockhand shrugged and snorted in annoyance.

You rolled your eyes. “Helpful as always.”

You weren’t proud of jobs like this. Freelance smuggling meant dealing with whatever scrap you could get — transport runs, forgery gigs, hot cargo you didn’t ask questions about. You stayed unaffiliated for a reason: syndicates like Black Sun or the Pykes wanted blood loyalty, and you weren’t giving that to anyone.

But a freelance run paid in clean credits, and clean credits meant fuel, food, and staying off the Republic’s increasingly watchful radar.

Well. That had been the plan.

Until a low growl rippled through the shadows behind you.

Your hand went instantly to your sidearm. You turned, heart thudding—

And saw a pair of glowing eyes watching you from the dark.

Massiff.

Your instincts screamed.

The beast crept into the half-lit landing pad, muscles rippling.

A long tongue lolled out of its snarling mouth.

“Easy,” you said slowly, hand still hovering near your blaster. “Nice beast…”

“You might want to keep your hands where I can see them.”

The voice was low, confident, and far too calm for your liking.

From behind the creature emerged a figure in crimson-red armor — Phase II clone trooper design, the kind you’d seen in bounty briefings. Coruscant Guard. Elite peacekeepers for the Republic. Unflinching, by-the-book, absolutely not the type to take bribes.

The clone’s helmet glinted in the overhead light as he stepped forward, weapon holstered but hand near it.

“I’ll only say it once, ma’am,” he said evenly. “Step away from the cargo.”

You didn’t move.

“Funny,” you replied, voice light. “Usually, I get a knock before someone invades my hangar.”

“This dock’s been flagged for suspicious activity. Your ship doesn’t match the beacon filed with the port authority. And this—” he nodded toward the crates— “looks a lot like spice.”

You let out a humorless breath. “If I told you it was just medicinal herbs for some Outer Rim clinics, would you believe me?”

“No.”

“Didn’t think so.”

The massiff edged closer. You noted the way his handler moved — calm, deliberate steps, but not afraid to get close. He hadn’t drawn on you yet.

Either he was cocky… or confident.

“Name?” he asked.

You smirked. “Most people buy me a drink first.”

“I’m not most people. And this isn’t a date.”

“Shame.”

He paused. You couldn’t see his face under the helmet, but the brief flick of his head said enough. Either amused… or annoyed.

Maybe both.

“Look,” you said, lowering your hand slightly, showing you weren’t about to shoot — yet. “I don’t deal with syndicates. I fly solo. I was told this cargo was clean. Just moving it for a middleman. I don’t even know what’s inside.”

“Then you’ll forgive me if I open it.”

He stepped past you, crouched beside one of the crates, and popped the latch.

Pale purple powder drifted out on the stale dock air.

Spice.

“Kriff,” you muttered, backing up half a step.

He stood slowly, the tension shifting in his body. No threats. No smugness. Just resolve.

“You’re under arrest,” he said.

That fast?

You weren’t going down over a job this small. You’d worked too hard to keep your name off Republic bounty boards.

He moved toward you — and you bolted.

You ducked under the ramp of your freighter, hearing the click-click of boots behind you, the snarl of the massiff giving chase.

You cursed under your breath, yanked a pipe loose from the stack of maintenance droids nearby, and used it to trip the beast mid-sprint. The massiff yelped but rolled and sprang back up. Tough bastard.

“Grizzer!” the clone barked. “Stay!”

The beast halted — but his handler didn’t.

You grabbed onto the side ladder of a stacked cargo container and scrambled up it like your life depended on it — because it did.

“Running only makes this worse!” the trooper shouted.

“Then catch me and write it down in your damn report!”

You leapt down the other side — and stumbled.

The clone was faster than you expected. You heard him hit the ground behind you hard, then felt the grip on your arm a second later.

You twisted, using his momentum to throw him off — but he was strong. Too strong. He caught your wrist mid-swing and yanked you around, pressing you against a rusted wall with practiced force.

Your breath caught.

His visor was inches from your face now. You were breathing hard. So was he.

The spice crate rolled to a stop near your foot.

“Going to shoot me?” you rasped, eyes defiant.

“No.”

He snapped binders on your wrists in one smooth motion.

“I don’t shoot unless I have to. But running, resisting, interfering with a Guard investigation — that’s enough to get you thrown in a deep cell for a long time.”

“Should I say thank you?”

He tilted his head slightly. “If you feel like it.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What’s your name?”

He hesitated — just for a beat.

“…CT-6701. They call me Hound.”

You glanced at the massiff now padding toward you again, eyes gleaming with a strange… respect.

“Let me guess. That’s Grizzer.”

He gave the faintest nod.

You shook your head. “Great. I get taken down by a pair of matching dogs.”

For the first time, the edge of his voice dipped into dry amusement. “You fought well. Most smugglers don’t run uphill.”

“Most smugglers don’t get caught.”

“You did.”

You looked at him again — really looked. This close, you could see scratches on his armor, patches of carbon scoring, a faint dent on the side of his helmet. Someone who’d seen action. Someone who didn’t rattle easily.

You exhaled, tension bleeding from your shoulders.

“Guess I’ll need a new gig.”

He glanced at the spice, then back at you. “Freelancer?”

You nodded.

He considered something for a moment. When he spoke again, his tone had shifted — less rigid. Still professional, but not cold.

“You’re lucky I found you first. Pykes would’ve gutted you for mishandling product. Black Sun would’ve used you as a warning.”

You blinked. “Wait. You believe me?”

“That you’re freelance? Yeah. You fought like you had something to prove, not something to protect.”

That… stung a little. Because it was true.

Grizzer nosed your cuffed hand, grunting softly.

You glared at the dog. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Hound gave a quiet chuckle. “He likes you.”

“Must be losing his edge.”

“So’s his handler,” Hound murmured, more to himself.

The transport touched down moments later, red floodlights washing over the loading dock.

You sighed. “Well. This is going to be awkward to explain at the next freelance meet.”

“Don’t worry,” Hound said, guiding you toward the gunship. “First offense. With a clean record and no known syndicate ties? You might just get off with mandatory labor.”

“Oh joy. Picking up garbage for the Republic. A dream come true.”

“You’d be surprised what a little honesty gets you in the Guard.”

You looked sideways at him, eyebrows raised.

“Are you flirting with me, officer?”

He paused. Just for a second. Enough to let you know you hit something.

“Just doing my job,” he said.

But under the helmet, you had a feeling that smirk was there.

Maybe getting caught wasn’t the worst thing after all.

Blaster cuffs clicked tight around your wrists as Hound marched you out of Docking Ring 7B, Grizzer trotting at his side with his head held high, clearly proud of himself.

You… were less enthusiastic.

The pain in your shoulder from the scuffle was flaring, but it wasn’t the worst part.

No, the worst part was the LAAT gunship waiting just beyond the sealed perimeter — red floodlights bathing everything in that familiar Coruscant Guard glow.

You hadn’t planned on being picked up tonight. You’d had exits mapped, bribes lined up, fallback excuses prepped. But not for this.

Certainly not for him.

“Got a live one for intake,” Hound said, giving a nod to the gunship pilot. “Smuggling charge — possibly spice trafficking, resisting detainment.”

You snorted as he helped you into the seating harness. “You make it sound so dramatic.”

He ignored you — or tried to.

You could feel him trying not to look at you too long.

But when the gunship lifted off and the red lights flashed overhead, you saw something flicker behind his visor. Not regret. Not disgust.

Something closer to… confusion.

Maybe even disappointment.

You didn’t dwell on it. You’d learned to tune that kind of thing out.

Still — you weren’t ready for what waited at the Guard outpost.

The landing platform was busy with late-shift troopers, most of them still suited up and carrying out dock and street patrol rotations. When the gunship settled and the ramp lowered, a few turned your way as the boarding light went green.

And then one of them grinned.

“Well kriff me, if it isn’t the freelancer with a mouth like a vibroblade.”

Hound turned.

Thire was waiting at the base of the ramp, arms folded, helmet tucked under one arm. The scar along his jaw was unmistakable in the harsh hangar lights.

Sir?” Hound asked.

“She’s not new,” Thire replied, tilting his chin toward you. “Last time we picked her up, she was running counterfeit ration cards through a shipping scam on Level 1215. That was—what? Eight months ago?”

“Seven,” you said, lifting your chin. “And the cards worked. Quality craftsmanship.”

“You escaped through a sewer grate.”

“I crawled through a sewer grate. Let’s not cheapen my effort.”

Another voice spoke up, deeper and rougher: Commander Fox, the highest-ranking clone in the Coruscant Guard.

Fox had appeared quietly behind Thire, arms folded, expression unreadable beneath his helm.

“Caught again?” he said dryly. “What was it this time?”

“She was moving untagged spice on 1313,” Hound answered, still clearly confused by the unfolding familiarity.

Fox let out a tired sigh. “And here I thought you’d smartened up. Didn’t you tell me once you ‘only smuggle things that don’t hurt people’?”

You grinned, teeth bared. “I was lied to. What a shocking twist.”

Hound stared at you. “You’ve been caught before?”

Fox quirked a brow. “You didn’t run her background?”

“She said it was her first offense.”

“I implied it,” you said innocently.

Fox gave Hound a look that said rookie mistake, then looked back at you.

“You want me to put her through the usual holding process?” Thire asked.

“No,” Fox replied. “Take her down to Processing. We’ll pull her record and flag her with Judiciary. If the spice load checks out, she’s looking at a full felony haul this time.”

You felt the air grow tighter around you. Felony meant prison. No bail. No sneaking out a side hatch after bribing some underpaid clerk.

Hound stood stiffly beside you, helmet still on but the tension in his posture obvious. His silence spoke volumes.

He hadn’t known.

“Let’s move,” Thire said, reaching for your shoulder to steer you inside.

But Hound raised a hand. “Wait.”

Everyone paused.

“I brought her in. Let me finish the process.”

Thire gave him a brief, unreadable glance, then shrugged. “Be my guest.”

Fox added, “She bites.”

You smiled sweetly. “Only when cornered.”

As the others turned away, Hound finally looked at you — really looked at you.

“You’ve lied before. Broken the law before. Why keep doing it?”

You rolled your eyes. “You act like people like me have choices.”

“You could’ve asked for help.”

“Oh, please. From who? A Jedi? A senator? You?”

He didn’t answer.

You leaned in slightly. “You’re a good cop. Straight lines. Clear rules. The Republic loves clones like you. People like me? We’re just a liability until we’re useful. And when we’re not anymore? We disappear into the levels.”

A pause.

Then Hound said quietly, “You didn’t disappear tonight.”

“No,” you admitted. “Your mutt’s got a good nose.”

He almost smiled.

Almost.

“Let’s go,” he said finally, guiding you toward the corridor. “You’ll need a full scan and cell assignment. I’ll make sure they don’t rough you up.”

You arched a brow. “A little late for chivalry, officer.”

His voice was steady, but something behind it had changed.

“I’m not being chivalrous,” he said. “I just don’t like seeing smart people throw themselves into cages.”

You stared at him as the door hissed shut behind you both.

Maybe you’d underestimated him.

Or maybe you’d finally met someone who wasn’t so easy to charm… or to outrun.

[captain-dville]

(more) Things to Do With a Drunk Space Pirate

*A couple of pages from Jonny's songwriting notebook, written in his messy penmanship with many crossed-out lines and scribbled notes. There's the familiar lines from the final version, as well as others - unused, unfit for singing, or just passed over. There's the sense that most if not all of them are things that have actually been done to their resident 'Drunk Space Pirate'.*

Throw 'em in the airlock 'til they're sober

Shove 'em in the brig with a slavering moon-beast (fuck you, Ashes!)

Strap 'em to the rear hull in a spacesuit

Twenty kisses of the vibrolash (fun)

Shave their belly with a rusty razor (oh fuck all of you. it grew back uneven for weeks!)

Make 'em clean the vents while the engine's running (you steal Nastya's tools one time...)

Cut their ears and tongue out and feed them to the octokittens (bit too wordy for the song. Also, you don't need encouragement.)

Make 'em drink bleach 'til they choke on vomit (fuck that burned)

Throw 'em in the garbage chute while passed out (alright fair, that was pretty funny)

Burn all their clothes and leave them stranded (I liked those trousers!)

Take Him For a Nice Walk (TS, this isn't a suggestion box. also the walk was in SPACE and I was fucking COLD)

String them upside down in the galley (creative, but did you have to burn my clothes again?!)

[unreadable, scribbled over] (again, not a suggestion box. and I'm not singing this in front of people!)

[unreadable, scribbled over]

[unreadable, scribbled over]

I hate all of you. stop writing in my notebooks. (no) (fuck you) (fuck you!)

(A note from Ivy has been appended to the end of the pictures.

Jonny left his comms unlocked, and I believe these would be interesting to both the crew and the people on here. Rest assured that the scans have been stored in my digital archives for safekeeping -IA)

[candyswirls]

Hey, can I request a young Fulgrim still on Chemos dealing with being the mom of a four year old Pearl that likes climbing everything and getting dirty? I think it would be adorable to see them before everything went horrible!

"Mami! Mami! Look!"

Fulgrim forced the smile to stay on his face as he spotted Pearl standing atop a trash chute.

"Look at you!" He smiled. "You climbed so high! Stay there, let me come to you."

He helped his daughter down and held her on his hip.

"Where are your shoes?" He asked, noting her feet were covered in dirt.

She pointed over to a puddle of sludge. Two once pure white shoes sat in it.

"Uh oh," Pearl exclaimed.

"Uh oh, indeed," Fulgrim nodded. "We need to keep our things nice. Mami can't keep cleaning everything."

"Okay," Pearl nodded. "I keep nice."

He pulled out the shoes and tried to shake them off gently. Pearl decided she didn't like the feeling of snot running down her lips and wiped it on Fulgrim's shirt. He decides not reacting was the best.

"Are you not feeling well?" He asked her.

"Just snotty," she answered.

"We should get you a hankerchief to use," he smiled. "A nice one you can have all your own."

He pressed a kiss to her cheek, noting that it was sticky and she definitely needed a bath when home.

"I did not climb the dumpster," she informed him. "Cause you said not to. So I climbed the-the- um, the garbage dropper-spitter."

"The trash chute?"

"Yes, the trashoot."

"I'm very proud of you listening to me," he told her. "Good job. But let's not climb the trash chute. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"It's high up and dirty. I don't want you getting hurt. I love you and want you to be safe."

"Can I climb the stairs?" She questioned.

"Yes, you can," he sighed as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

[shlumbo]

⊙ Sweets ⊙

Summary- After the explosion the group has to run back to Zaun, the crappy city they call home and deal with the consequences of their actions.

A/N- I’m in a writing mood so I’m getting a lot of writing out while I still can. This chapters word count is a LOT more than the others. Not proofread. As always constructive criticism is appreciated!!

Word count- 2705

Chapter 3

The girl stirred as Claggor lifted her up. She had fallen onto the ground after an…explosion?

“What…what happened..?” She asked, trying to ignore the ringing in her ear as she held her head with one hand. The screams of hostile enforcers snapped her out of her trance as the group made a beeline towards Zaun.

The loud horns on the top of buildings were now blaring as the group navigated their way through the winding streets of Piltover and past shocked and horrified citizens while angry enforcers chased them. “Faster!” Vi yelled as the group rapidly approached the rising bridge that connected Piltover to the edge of Zaun. She grunted as she jumped over the gap between the two sides of the bridge, looking behind her to make sure Powder got over safe.

She slammed into a wall as she followed Vi and Powder, quickly glancing at Claggor and Mylo behind her. She felt her legs going numb and prayed that she would be able to keep up with the group.

The group had finally made their way to a garbage chute large enough for them to fit through. “Cmon I just got this shirt!” Mylo protested but Vi kicked him into the garbage chute, resulting in him going through face first. The rest of the group quickly followed behind him.

The kids groaned as they landed on the gigantic pile of trash, no one enjoyed smelling like shit. “I thought that last time was the last time we were gonna do this..” Mylo muttered as he peeled a piece of mysterious, sticky green goo off of his head. “This is the last time” Vi replied, the annoyance in her voice obvious enough to get Mylo to shut up. “Well at least we’re all okay” The other girl stood up and dusted herself off.

“Guys what the hell was that-what happened” Claggor asked as the adrenaline started to disappear, causing him to be exhausted. At Claggor’s words everyone turned to Powder.

“I didn’t do anything!” Powder yelled to defend herself. Y/N sighed and helped Powder stand up. “You could fill a whole damn library with all the things you didn’t do” Mylo remarked as he stood up and attempted to clean his new shirt.

“Guys, we just raided a Piltover penthouse right under the enforcer's noses. So if you're done beating yourselves up, let’s get this home” Vi smiled as she walked down from the trash pile. Vi’s words brought a smile to everyone’s face, even Mylo’s. For a bunch of poor, scrappy Zaun kids doing their first mission, this was actually amazing.

Claggor grunted as he picked up Powder and helped her get onto the surface where Vi pulled her up. The group walked through the outskirts of Zaun, where the people in between lived. It was still a shitty pace but it wasn’t nearly as bad as the heart of Zaun but at the same time it wasn’t anywhere close to being as good as upside. To Piltover, it was still Zaun.

“Nice hall” A tall lanky blonde boy called out to the group as they walked by. They all recognised that voice, deckard. He and his crew stayed in the shadows and often stole from passerbyers around here.

“You could say that” Mylo responds, earning him a glare from Vi. “Heard there was some action across the river” Deckard continues. This gets the group to stop walking and turn around to face him. If Deckard already knew about what had just happened it was safe to say that more than half of Zaun had been told.

“But now your-your dragging this mess through my streets” Deckard murmured as other members of his crew showed up, cornering us. Powder shuffled closer to the older girl besides her. “Your streets?” Vi scoffed as she prepared her fists. It was obvious that they were gonna have to fight them, the girl just hoped that no one would get seriously injured.

“We don’t want any trouble, okay?” Claggor interrupts Vi before she can go on a rant to Deckard and beat him to a pulp. The girl discreetly placed her hand on Powders back so she would be able to push her out of any trouble.

“Hear that Deckard, they don’t want any trouble” *A tall boy with a buzz cut and broken nose scoffed at them.

“In my experience, trouble finds you…So why don’t we share the haul pretty” Y/N would roll her eyes if the situation was different but she knew that would make it worse so she just clenched her jaw and kept quiet, pulling Powder behind her.

Vi almost immediately walked in front of the two girls, blocking them from Deckard's gaze as she glanced down at the bag full of their loot. “Just a taste?” She murmured. “Just a-“ Deckard began but was cut off by Vi swinging the bag directly at his face.

“Shit…” The other older girl groaned as she let go of Powder, preparing herself for the fight to come. She hated fighting, it’s not like she was bad at it, she was decent for a malnourished girl with almost no training. It just hurt like hell, no one likes taking punches to the face all because someone else couldn’t keep their mouth shut, especially when Vi was with her.

The girl quickly moves as another lanky boy tries to punch her. The boy scowls before practically jumping on top of her and punching her. The girl grunts as she punches and pushes him, he smirks as she begins choking her, her limbs feeling tingly and her vision starting to blur. Luckily her hand grabs a large rock and she begins banging it into the boy's head, sending him unconscious in the process.

The girl panted as she stood up on her two wobbly feet, still dizzy and trying to regain all of her oxygen. She looked around to see Mylo standing on top of a boy who’s unconscious while Claggor kicks one to the ground. “Well that wasn’t my best fight” she murmured as she held her head with her hand and glanced at Vi who was still fighting Deckard.

Vi grunted as she kicked Deckard into the group of wooden boxes, a small smile spreading onto the other girl's face as she watched her. Vi looked back at the group with a small but proud smile. “This day is turning out alright after all” Mylo smiled as he stretched his arms above his head. The other girls brow furrowed as she looked around for a moment before being brought back by a yell.

“Hey!”

The group turned around to see Deckard stumbling while holding a knife tightly in his hand. Vi rolled her eyes before stepping towards him and leaning down to his level. “wanna see how that ends?” She questions as she waits for him to give up.

Deckard glances back at the trio waiting for Vi and lowers his pocket knife slightly before slowly retreating. “Wait.” The other girl says as she looks around. “Where’s Powder?”

Their loot was gone, the only thing they had left to prove that this whole mission wasn’t a waste of time, and now it was gone. A guy had chased after Powder and she threw it in the ocean in order to escape. The older girl was just glad it was all over and she didn’t have to see Vi, and her friends getting hit by Deckard and his crew.

As the group took the elevator down to the undercity she felt a churn in her stomach, she knew there would be consequences for their actions, she just didn’t know when.

“Vander learns none of this” Vi muttered as she rested her head on her hand, staring intently at the floorboards as the rest of the group sat down on the old, worn couches. “No worries there, Powder des next to Powder says seriously “what! You know I’m right” Mylo replied, using exaggerated hand gestures.

“I tried okay!” Powder yells back at him. “You don’t get it! Your older, bigger, stronger it-it isn’t fair” She continues angrily, obviously not impressed with Mylo.

Before he can respond Vander opens the door and looks at the small group. He notices both Vi and Powder avoiding his gaze. “Everyone alright” He says as he takes slow but heavy footsteps down the stairs.

“Yeah..we're good..” Y/N murmurs as her line of sight is now too focused on the crooked flooring beneath them. “Good, that’s good. So I don’t suppose any of you can explain why I’m hearing bout’ an explosion and foot chase on topside” Vander responds in his interrogation voice, this is when everyone knew they were in trouble.

“What the hell were you kids thinking” He nurtured as he stood next to the couch that powder and Y/N were sitting on. “That we can handle a real job” Vi interjects, finally looking at him.

“A ‘real’ job” He responds, his tone getting more angry by the second.

“We got our own tip, planned a route, no one even saw us!”

“You blew up a building.” Vander said more sternly than before. “Did you even stop to think about what could’ve happened to you, to them.” Vander gestures to the other four kids sitting on the couches watching them fight.

Vi glances up for a moment, her eyes almost immediately locking onto the other girls while the boys and Powder look down at the floor. Vi sighed as she once again rested her head in her hand.

Vander sighed as well, rubbing his face with one of his hands. “Where did you even get this tip” He questions the group. “Little man..” Powder said quietly, referring to Ekko. This caused Vander to sigh again as he locked eyes with Ekko’s older sister sitting next to Powder. Vi slammed her fist into the side of the fluffed chair before she stood up to face him. “I took us there, if you're gonna be mad at someone, be mad at me. But you're the one who said that we have to earn our place in this world!” Vi argued back.

“I also said to stay out of Piltover's business.” Vander said more sternly as he stared at Vi.

“Why!?” Vi yells back. “We’re fighting for scraps down here while they have plenty! When did you get so comfortable living in someone else's shadow!” Both Powder and the other girl flinched at Vi’s words, knowing that she was in deep shit now.

“Everyone out.” Vander said roughly as he stared at Vi with his angry eyes. Once by one everyone filed out of the room, the other girl taking one final glance at Vi before closing the door.

While Vi was getting the longest lecture known to mankind the rest of the kids were outside, Powder looking through the trash for new parts for her bombs and the other three leaning against the wall talking.

“I should probably go, I gotta talk to Ekko..” The girl trails off as she stands up properly now. “Oh can you tell Vi I need to talk to her once Vander lets her go?”

“Sure” Claggor responds but Mylo, being the nosy guy he is pried further. “What about?”

“It’s a secret” the girl replied with a small laugh as Mylo scoffed. The girl rolled her eyes before running off towards Benzo’s shop. “Jealous?” Claggor remarks with a smirk.

“What! Me, jealous!? Never.” Mylo responds defensively before going back to his eavesdropping.

“Hey sis!” Ekko called out happily as he carefully placed down his wrench and stopped focusing on the grandfather clock he’s been trying to fix for ages now.

His older sister gladly hugged him back for a few moments before dropping him back into his feet. “Woah…what happened?” He asked, gesturing to the bruises around her neck and the cuts on her body. “Some idiot fought us at the elevator” His sister said, brushing off any concern.

“Oh ya! How did it go” He asked as he started putting his tools away. “Awful” she sighed, sitting onto the small table in the corner for displaying items.

“Ekko…” His sister started off slowly. Ekko sighed, knowing that this was going to happen eventually. “I know I know, I shouldn’t go off to Piltover by myself..” he murmured as he stared at the floor.

His older sister sighed as she rested a hand on his shoulder. “You know what will happen if you get caught doing something up there..” a shiver ran up her spine at the thought of her brother, the only family she has left, being thrown into a cell in Stillwater. “If you stay down here for a while then…I’ll take you up there with me, just the two of us for a day” The girl smiled as she saw her little brother's face light up.

“Wait really, really!” He said excitedly. “Yea!” She giggled. “But only if you stay down here.”

“Oh, speaking of topside, did you ask her?” He murmured as he ran up the stairs to their shared bedroom. His sister groaned behind him as she sluggishly and dramatically walked up the stairs. “I’ll take that as a no,” Ekko replied as he jumped onto his small bed.

“It shouldn’t be this hard” She murmured as she collapsed onto the mattress on the floor that she sleeps on so her brother can have the bed. “Well it’s kinda a big deal, you know since you're telling her you're in loovveeee with her” He laughed as he saw his sister glaring at him from the mattresses. “Not helping” She muttered

“Vi?” Powder asks as she draws a cartoon face into one of her many bombs. “Yeah?” Vi responds as she sits down next to her little sister. “When are you gonna ask her out?” Powder asks again as she continues working on her bomb.

Vi tries to hide the blush that spreads across her cheeks as she looks away from her sister. “What-what makes you say that”

“It’s kinda obvious” Powder responds nonchalantly “you do that gross googly eye thing at her whenever she talks to you”

“That obvious..huh..?” Vi murmurs as she looks at the ground. “Do you think she even feels the same…?” Vi’s leg started to bounce as her mind went through the many scenarios that could occur if she rejected her.

“Well if you don’t do it Mylo’s gonna” Powder remarks as she places her monkey bomb down after adding the finishing touches. “You really think he has a chance” Vi scoffed, the thought of her brother dating the one girl that she’s ever liked made her stomach churn.

“No, but you can save him the embarrassment by asking first” Powder giggled as she stood up, stretching her arms above her head.

Both Vi and Powder's heads snapped to the door as the girl they were just walking about gently opened it. “Hey guys” she waved sweetly as she walked over to the bunk bed that Vi was sitting on.

“Mind if I steal your sister for a minute” she asks and Powder happily agrees before running out of the room, giving Vi a smug look.

Vi ignores her sister and stands up next to the girl “so what did you want?” That question seems to make the other girl's fingers fidget with the hem of her shirt, rolling back onto the balls of her feet.

“Well..umm, Piltovers having this thing…they-they’ve got fireworks and shit..I was just wondering if you’d want to come..” She says, her voice getting quieter as she gets to the last part of her sentence. Vi’s heart raced, the girl already looked really cute when she was shy, and now she’s asking her out on a date! “Like…like a date?” Is the only thing that Vi can manage to say.

“It-it doesn’t have to be a date! But if you want it to…then that’s fine..” she murmured as she looked back at the floorboards.

Vi smiled before answering “y-yeah…a date sounds..nice..” she laughed as she tried to hide her growing blush. The shorter girl's head shot up at Vi’s confirmation and she smiled sweetly. “Yeah..then it's a date”

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Part 34: Twilight Zone

Saturday, September 23rd, 1989

"Hurry up, Eds! They're gonna be here in less than an hour! And we still have to get dressed!" You shout to Eddie as you both scramble to get your apartment tidied up before your guests arrive.

"I'm going as fast as I can, angel! I still don't get why we have to clean up the bedroom. It's not like we're having the party in there. Unless it's an extra fun kind of party you didn't tell me about." He jokes, picking up all his dirty clothes from the floor of the bedroom and tossing them in the laundry basket. He fixes the bedspread, putting it just the way you want it to be.

"They might take a peek out of curiosity, Eddie. And if they do, I don't want anyone to think we live like pigs!" You retort, wiping down the coffee table with some lemon Pledge. "Did you get the litter box already?" You call to him from down the hall.

"Yes, Y/N. For the millionth time, yes!" He groans, wiping his palms down his face. You're being particularly anal-retentive tonight, so eager to impress your friends with your new apartment. He'd find it cute if it wasn't so goddamn annoying.

"I'm sorry. I just want everything to be perfect. It's our first time having people over." You say as you get up off the floor and rush to the kitchen and empty the dishwasher. "Can you take the trash out, babe?" You ask, the last thing you need to do before getting dressed.

"You got it, sweetheart. But if this is how it's gonna be any time we have people over, I'm gonna avoid it like the fuckin' plague." He grumbles, pulling the very full bag out of the can to take it to the trash chute.

"We wouldn't be rushing if somebody hadn't kept us in bed all day." You sing-song, putting the blame on him.

"Says the woman who couldn't stop riding my face." Eddie scoffs, heading out the front door for a moment to take the garbage away. You sigh, waiting for him to come back so you can put an end to the bickering. Tonight is supposed to be fun, and relaxing. To spend time with your friends. You finish putting the dishes away, and hear him open the door again, much gentler this time. You smile when you recognize his slow steps, he's coming over to you to apologize. "I'm sorry, babydoll. I know you wanna be a good hostess." Eddie coos, pressing a kiss to your neck as his hands find your hips.

"I'm sorry, too. I don't need to be riding your ass so much. You've been really helpful." You sigh blissfully, more than happy to end this little tiff.

"Mmm, very true. You ride my ass enough as it is." He chuckles darkly, nipping on your throat.

"You know you love it, Eds." You reply, holding back a moan at his teeth worrying your skin into a light bruise. "We'd better get ready, baby. We don't have a lot of time." You say softly, your eyes fallen closed from his insatiable touch.

"I s'pose you're right. I'd hate for our friends to find you bent over this counter while I'm fucking you into next week." He gives you one last little bite, before pulling away entirely. He clears his throat, adjusting himself uncomfortably in his jeans.

"Naughty boy." You giggle impishly, heading down the hallway to change into a cute dress for tonight. Something black, and revealing. A garment that will drive Eddie wild all night, forcing him to keep his hands to himself until everybody leaves.

"You're wearing that?" Eddie asks, pointing at the silk, spaghetti strap dress you're holding on its hanger.

"Mhm. Just for you, baby." You tease, biting your lip.

"Ugh, you're killin' me already, sweetheart. Do you have any idea how hard it's gonna be to behave myself?" He groans, his pants growing tighter at the idea of your sinful body in that little number. The skirt barely goes past your ass, and the front shows off every ounce of cleavage imaginable.

"I’m highly aware of the challenge. I only hope you're up for it." You give him a cheeky wink, turning away to undress.

"What should I wear, princess?" Eddie asks, somewhat distracted by your jeans rolling down your legs, leaving your supple skin exposed.

"Uh, I dunno. A nicer shirt, and jeans with no holes in them at least." You answer, sensing his eyes on you. You take off your shirt, and switch out your current bra for a far more sexy one. You also remove your panties, neglecting to put on a fresh pair altogether. Eddie definitely takes notice while he exchanges his own clothes, smiling to himself with all the little ways he can tease you tonight.

"How do I look?" He asks as you turn around. He looks exactly as you were expecting, wearing a dark blue button-up with rolled sleeves and the top buttons left open to show off his chest a bit. You've seen him dressed this way so many times, but it never, ever gets old. He of course can't be bothered to wear nicer pants, but he at least listened about 'no holes'.

"You look good enough to eat, baby." You say lowly, walking over to him, your hands meeting his chest. You guide his back to the wall, unable to help yourself. You give him a hungry kiss, slipping your hand inside the opening of his shirt. Eddie hums against you, grabbing your ass as your tongues come out to play.

"So do you, sweetheart. You have no idea." He says with a smirk between kisses. He squeezes your rounds of flesh roughly, making you moan as arousal spreads through your bare folds. Eddie pulls away, the both of you left out of breath. "You'd better finish gettin' ready. I sense a group of freaks and weirdos quickly approaching." He jokes, giving your butt a light smack to dismiss you.

"Eddie Munson, showing some self-control. I'd better alert the press." You bully, leaving him to go do your makeup in the bathroom. You keep it light, mostly lipstick and eyeliner. Eddie insists that's all you ever need. He's such a sweetheart, always showering you with compliments. You'll never get over feeling so loved by him every second of the day.

"Keep crackin' the jokes, love. See how well that works out for you." He calls to you in warning, before following you. He sits across from you on the edge of the bathtub. He watches as you meticulously circle your eyes in thin black lines, and drag a cherry red lipstick across your mouth into a blowjob-worthy pout. Just when you set the stick down and give yourself a final once-over, you hear a knock on the door.

"Shit! They're here!" You run back to the bedroom, scrambling to put your heels on. "Get the door!" You command, and Eddie goes to greet your guests. You hear the voices of Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Chrissy as they step inside your home. You immediately feel giddy, pulling the back strap over your heel to get your other shoe on. You leave the bedroom, joining the party before they wonder where you are.

"Y/N! You look totally smokin'!" Robin exclaims, handing off the bags of chips she brought to Steve so she can give you a hug. She throws her arms around you, squeezing a little too tight.

"Hey, now. Don't be makin' moves on my woman." Eddie scolds playfully, waiting for his turn. "How are you, Rob?" He asks as they embrace.

"I'm doing great. I've actually started seeing someone." She says happily.

"And who's the lucky guy?" He asks, and the room falls quiet. "What?" He questions, confused. Everyone gives him awkward looks, clearly he's missed something.

"The lucky girl is named Vickie." Robin replies, almost flinching as she speaks. Everyone waits for his reaction, and he just smiles wide.

"Oh! Well, that's great! Can't wait to meet her." Eddie says a little too loud, growing red in the face.

"Sorry, I thought you knew." Robin sucks through her teeth.

"Nope. I really was kidding before. God, I'm a dumbass." He smacks his forehead, clearing his throat to force the feeling of idiocy away.

"Don't feel bad, Eddie. I didn't know right away, either. I spent almost an entire summer pining after her." Steve says, hoping to alleviate the tension in the room.

"And that was seriously painful to watch, Stevie." Robin says, taking the chips from him once again and bringing them to the kitchen.

"Alright, enough! Who needs a drink?" Nancy asks, rolling her eyes. Everyone answers in some form of 'yes', and she takes it upon herself to pour the girls some wine and get beers for the boys. You finish giving your hugs and take a seat. Robin, Nancy, and Chrissy sit on the couch, while Steve and Eddie take the armchairs, with you in Eddie's lap.

"I guess I'll be the first to congratulate you on your victory yesterday." Chrissy says, speaking up the first time this evening.

"Thank you, Chris. We're extremely relieved it went our way." Eddie replies for the both of you, squeezing you a little with his arms that rest around your waist.

"I wish I would've been there to see it. But I couldn't get off work." She says, somewhat sadly.

"It's okay, really. It's not like you were involved or anything. And you've got your own trial to worry about." You reassure her.

"Shit, I don't even want to think about that right now." She laughs dryly, taking a large gulp from her glass.

"No problem. We'll move on to somethin' else. How's JJ?" Eddie asks, changing the subject.

"He's doing great! He's been adjusting really well to us living with my aunt." Chrissy smiles, reminded of her pride and joy. She misses him every second she's away, but she appreciates having the chance to get out of the house on her own tonight.

"That's great. I'm glad you're both doing so well." You respond, taking a large sip of your wine.

"Thank you. This place looks great, by the way." She says kindly.

"Yeah, it really does. No offense, but I always took Munson for a slob." Steve chimes in.

"Believe me, Y/N won't stand for my messiness. She really cracked the whip to get me to help clean up before you guys came over." Eddie replies with a chuckle, pinching your side teasingly.

"Knowing Y/N, I doubt it was that bad to begin with." Nancy adds, giving you a reassuring nod. She knows full well how much the boys like to tease, even if they go a bit too far.

"What can I say? I can't stand clutter, it drives me crazy." You shrug, polishing off your first drink of the evening. "Anyone need a refill?" You ask, getting out of Eddie's lap to stand up.

"I'll take another beer, sweetheart." Eddie answers, chugging the rest of his half-drunk one and handing you the empty bottle as he swallows. He lets out a low belch, covering his mouth with his fist. "S'cuse me."

"Charming as always, Eds." You roll your eyes, taking the bottle and tossing it away in the kitchen trash. You get a fresh one from the fridge, and pour yourself another glass of dry red. You return to his lap a moment later, giving him his beer.

"Thank you, babydoll." Eddie coos, giving you a gentle kiss.

"So, Rob? What do we need to know about this mysterious 'Vickie'?" You ask, looking at her. You're very happy to hear that she's found somebody, you were becoming a little worried that she'd be subtly pining after you forever. It's flattering, sure. But one-sided crushes aren't exactly a pleasant experience. And more than anything, you wouldn't want any romantic feelings to get in the way of your friendship. Robin is a really amazing person in every way, and you hope to know her for the rest of your days.

"Well, she's a redhead. She keeps it real short, very Molly Ringwald. And she's got these beautiful eyes I could get lost in for hours. And she likes all the same movies I do, our first date was actually watching Dr. Zhivago in her apartment. She has great taste in everything, really. Food, music, fashion..." Robin speaks dreamily about Vickie, which makes your heart fill with happiness on her behalf. The way you can see her visualizing this girl as she describes her, eyes twinkling with pure admiration. It reminds you of the way you and Eddie feel about each other. Totally, completely, helplessly in love. Robin eventually stops talking, realizing she's gone on a rather impassioned rant. "Sorry, I'm talking too much." She blushes, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

"No, you're not. Vickie sounds awesome, Robin. And I'm sure she'd happily talk her friends' ears off about you, too." You say with a laugh, and her expression brightens in response.

"I appreciate that, Y/N. I'll have to bring her along next time." Robin can't help beaming at that idea, bringing her first real girlfriend around to meet all of her friends. It sounds so perfect, so...normal. She doesn't really get a whole lot of that in this less-than-open-minded town.

"You'd better." You affirm. "What about you, Steve? Any luck in the dating pool?" You change the subject a little, noticing Steve has grown a little quiet now. You suppose his past crush on Robin, as well as her new relationship, has reminded him of his bad luck in love.

"Nah, not really. I've kinda tapped it out at this point." Steve says dryly, taking a swig of his beer.

"I'm sorry to hear that. You really are a great guy, Steve." You reply apologetically, recognizing that this may not have been the right route to take.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. 'The right girl is out there somewhere'." He mocks, rolling his eyes at the constant reassurance that he will find 'the one' someday. He's become less and less convinced that this is true, and watching the rest of you be so damn happy certainly isn't helping his case. Eddie Munson of all people can find a smokin' hot chick that's the love of his life, and Steve 'the King' Harrington can't? He may as well give up altogether.

"Don't be an ass, man. It may be annoying and cliche, but it's true. Maybe if you stopped tryin' so hard, it would happen for you." Eddie cuts in, speaking honestly. He feels for Steve's plight, truly, he does. Hell, he never thought he'd be so lucky to find a girl even half as amazing as you are. But before you came along, he went looking for affection in all the wrong places. It wasn't until he took a minute to step back and let shit fall where it may, that you happened to come crashing into his life. Well, more like he crashed into yours, if he's honest about it. Steve gives him a slight glare, but Eddie doesn't let up. "Look, all I'm sayin' is that I've been where you are. We all have." Eddie gestures around the room, and everyone nods in agreement. "You can't force true love or connection, Steve. You just have to let it happen."

"I know. I just..." Steve trails off, sighing as he doesn't want to say what he's really thinking. You'll all laugh and call him a weenie. He picks at the label on his beer, before flicking his eyes up to gaze around the room. And what he finds surprises him. You're all looking at him intently, with loving, supportive expressions on your faces. "I just want to get my life started so badly. I want a partner, a home, and lots of kids. It's all I've ever wanted." His breath catches, heat building behind his eyes. "I wanna build a family, to shower them with all this love I have inside of me. Because I never got that from my parents. Ever." His voice breaks, and he realizes that he's crying. Way to ruin the mood, dingus, he mentally scolds himself.

"Aw, Stevie. C'mere." Robin says, standing up to go to him. He meets her in the middle, and she captures him in a tight hug. "It'll happen, Steve. I promise. And you're gonna make a great husband, and a great dad. Whoever your spouse and kids turn out to be will be so lucky to have you." She says tearfully, wishing she could conjure up someone perfect for her best friend. It's too bad things don't work that way.

The rest of you stand up too, forming a warm group hug around Steve. He takes notice of the additional weight surrounding him, laughing through a sob. "Jesus, I'm sorry, guys. I'm being a total dork right now."

"No you're not, Steve. We love you, and we're here for you. That's what friends are for." Nancy says, resting her head on Steve's shoulder. He sighs happily at the contact, so grateful to have all of you as his friends. The six of you stay standing like this for a minute, radiating kindness and empathy.

"Okay, I think I'm good now." Steve dries his eyes, smiling wide. "Who's up for a game of Trivial Pursuit?"

Your huddle disperses at Steve's suggestion for a more cheerful activity, taking your places once more. Steve pulls out the game, and everyone picks their color to play. You spend the next hour or so answering various trivia questions and filling in the little plastic pie slices. The lot of you get rather competitive, though, on the edge of your seats as you try to get as many answers right as possible. There's lots of laughing, and shouting, and cheers of victory. It's all a very good time among friends, the energy in the room happy and comfortable. You've missed doing things like this with these wonderful people. The last thing you can remember that would even come close to this was karaoke at the Hideaway, which was months ago.

"Fuck, yes! I win!" Eddie surprises everyone by taking the win, forcing you off of his lap to do a goofy victory dance. He pulls you in for a celebratory kiss afterwards, very nearly sweeping you off your feet. This earns some rather lewd noises from the others, and you have to push him away to get it to stop.

"Looks like I need another refill." You say once the ruckus dies off, picking up your empty glass. Nancy and Robin follow behind to fill up their own glasses again, too.

"Hey, where's your bathroom?" Steve asks, getting up from his spot.

"Down the hall and to the left, Stevie. Don't get lost." You answer with a giggle, opening the fridge to get out the opened wine bottle. You fill up your glass, as well as Nancy's and Robin's. You make very light conversation, hearing Eddie get out of his chair to sit with Chrissy on the couch for a minute while you all take a break.

"I haven't had the chance to thank you, Eddie." Chrissy says on the other side of the wall.

"For what?" He replies.

"For saving my life." Chrissy clarifies.

"Oh, please. That was all Y/N." Eddie says humbly.

"But you helped. And before I left Jason, you were there for me when I needed you." She says sweetly, which makes you smile a little.

"I was selling you drugs, Chris. That's hardly 'being there' for someone." He snorts, undoubtedly rolling his eyes.

"We both know you did more than that. You listened to me, when no one else would." She insists.

You don't hear them say anything else for a moment, which feels odd. You expected to hear Eddie give some kind of response to that, he's not one to freeze up mid-conversation. Something doesn't feel right. You take your glass, ignoring whatever the hell Robin and Nancy have been talking about. Not that you were particularly paying attention to begin with. They give you an odd look, following your quick footsteps. You come around the corner, returning to the living room. And you find something you'd never expect to in a million years. You see Chrissy kissing your boyfriend, hands cupping his face, while his own hands sit frozen in his lap.

"What the fuck?" You gasp, your stomach dropping at the sight before you. Your wine glass falls from your hand, shattering on the floor and spilling a trail of dark red in the debris.

Eddie pushes Chrissy away, practically leaping off the couch to distance himself from her. His eyes meet yours, his mouth open in shock. "Y/N, it's not what it looks like." He puts a defensive hand up, hoping you'll let him explain.

"And what does it look like, Eds?" You snip, crossing your arms. "Because to me, it looks like you're kissing someone who isn't your girlfriend!" You say angrily, giving Chrissy a sour look.

"I-I didn't! She kissed me!" Eddie splutters, gesturing at the blushing woman still sitting on your sofa.

"And why would she do that, Eddie? Are you sleeping with her?" You retort, growing angrier by the second. You were all having such a nice night, and it's quickly turned into a nightmare.

"What?! No! Jesus, Y/N! When would I even have time to do that?" He asks, making you scoff.

"Dude, that is not the way to answer that." Steve interjects, coming back down the hall from his bathroom break. He's heard everything else so far, you aren't exactly keeping things quiet.

"Seriously." You add, shaking your head. "But you didn't answer my question. Are you sleeping with her?" You ask again, stepping closer to Eddie. Your body is coursing with adrenaline, and you're trying not to break down crying right now. Your stomach is doing flips, and you really hope this night doesn't end the way you think it will.

"No, Y/N. I swear to you, I am not cheating on you. Not with Chrissy, not with anyone." Eddie explains as calmly as he can, though on the inside he feels like the world is falling apart. The fury in your eyes, your trembling body, he senses a blow-out on the horizon.

"Alright. Fine." You say flatly, turning away from him to face Chrissy again. "Why did you kiss my boyfriend?" You ask her viciously. She raises her bowed head, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "Have you slept with Eddie before, Chrissy?" She doesn't even have to say anything, her shifting eyes and continued tears tell you everything you need to know. "Fuck's sake." You chuckle angrily, turning away from the entire party and storming down the hallway. You don't even know what you're doing, you're just following your bodily instincts. You go to your closet, finding a small suitcase. You yank it out and plop it on the bed. You hear footsteps approaching, four sets of them. You ignore them, far too upset to do anything besides pack your things and get the fuck out of here.

"Y/N, what the hell are you doing?" Eddie asks fearfully once he and the others enter the room.

"What's it look like I'm doing?" You shoot back, still avoiding his gaze.

"Y/N, please, just let me explain." He says, stepping forward to put his hand on your arm.

"Don't fucking touch me!" You shriek, yanking your arm away and pointing an accusing finger at him. "Tell me the truth. All of it." You jab at his chest.

"Alright, alright. Can you just stop for a minute?" Eddie pleads, holding back tears as he fears losing you. He looks to the others gathered in the doorway. "You mind giving us some privacy?" He asks rudely, shooing everyone else away. They scurry back down the hall, leaving you and Eddie alone. He goes to shut the bedroom door, and turns to you again. "Can you sit with me? Please?" He sits on the edge of the bed, gesturing for you to join him. You do, but you sit as far away on the other side as you possibly can. You're still boiling with rage, shaking terribly as you begin to feel a bit sick.

"Go on." You say with an expectant glare, crossing your arms even tighter.

"Alright." Eddie sighs. "Chrissy and I hooked up once back in high school when she and Jason had been broken up for about a week. We were drunk, and at a party. But a little bit later, she got back with him and she ended up pregnant." He explains, and your eyes widen.

"Is JJ yours?" You blurt, and his face scrunches.

"What! Fuck no! I had enough sense to wear a fucking condom, Y/N." He rolls his eyes at your accusation.

"Okay, fine. So, you hooked up in high school. Why would she have any reason to kiss you now, three years after the fact?" You're not buying for a single second that they've only had sex once. Women don't kiss guys they had a one-night stand with like that. They do that due to something more, when they think there's still something left. "Did you sleep with her after she was married? Before we got together?" You question, regretting every word as it slips from your pursed lips. You don't want it to be true. But why else would Chrissy deem it at all appropriate to kiss your fucking boyfriend?

"Sweetheart, I一" He starts, trying to come up with an excuse, some kind of explanation that doesn't mean that he's lied to you. But he can't. He shakes his head, looking away in shame.

"Eddie. Please...tell me you didn't." You say tearfully, your lip beginning to tremble as your worst fear about this whole situation comes to fruition.

"I'm sorry. I can't." Eddie practically whispers, his voice laced with sorrow and guilt. You get off the bed again, resuming your task of packing your shit while burning tears fall from your eyes. "Baby, please. Don't do this." He begs, unsure what to do or say to convince you to stay. He knows he's so unbelievably in the wrong here, but he can't lose you.

"Why did you lie to me?" You sob, stuffing some of your shirts into the suitcase. You go for some pants next, your vision blurry and distorted. "You promised me you'd never do that." You slam the dresser drawer shut after retrieving a couple pairs of jeans. Eddie flinches at the sound. You can't stop picturing them together. Eddie's lips on hers, or between her legs, making her cum on his face. His hands all over her body, his voice moaning her name instead of yours. The two of them going at it on that damned kitchen table, or in her fucking bed, while JJ sleeps in the other room. The images make you want to vomit, or punch a hole in the wall.

"I really didn't mean to, princess. When I started dealing to Chrissy, we were both lonely people. It just...happened. We made a mistake, but we put an end to it. I'm not proud of it, Y/N. I didn't want to think about it anymore." Eddie says, his own tears falling in warm drips onto his jeans. He doesn't stand up to stop you, or beg and plead with you to forgive him.

"But you went out of your way to tell me nothing went on between you two! You lied to me! You claimed you couldn't go to the police to help her! But you were more than capable of sticking your dick in her!" You can't help shouting at him, frantically stuffing underwear and socks on top of everything else in the suitcase. You put your uniform in last, closing the main compartment. You'll retrieve your toiletries on the way out and shove them in the front pocket. You have one last thing to ask him, something that's been gnawing at you for a good few minutes. You pull your luggage down to the floor, rolling it along so you can stand before Eddie again. He meets your eyes, his own red and watery. "Do you have feelings for her?" You ask coldly.

"I did, for a little while. But not anymore. I only care about you, Y/N." He says honestly, taking your free hand in his. You pull it away, making him break down entirely. "Y/N, please! I'm sorry! I don't want to lose you!" He cries, slipping off the bed and falling to his knees. Your heart breaks at seeing him so distraught. But you can't let this go so easily. He lied about something pretty fucking important, he could be lying about anything else. Anyone else. You have to be alone to think this over, to decide if this is enough to destroy the foundation of your relationship.

"I just need some time, Eddie. Regardless of how awful Jason is, you slept with a married woman. Multiple times. And then you lied to me about it at the start of our relationship, and continued to keep the truth from me. I have to figure out if I can really trust you, because right now...I don't." You explain through your gut-wrenching sobs. You're not even all that angry anymore. You're sad, heartbroken, and betrayed. You can't even look at him right now without seeing all the things you imagine he did with Chrissy. Distance is what you need. To think things over rationally, without Eddie whispering sweet nothings in your ear to convince you to forgive and forget.

You turn away from him, going for the door. You open it, causing the others to fall into the room as they've been eavesdropping. Except Chrissy. You're guessing she had the good sense to get to hell out of dodge, before you dragged her by the hair to throw her out. You sigh loudly at their pained expressions, rolling your eyes at their nosiness. You don't say anything to any of them, stepping over their entangled bodies to get your toothbrush and shampoo from the bathroom.

"Do you need a ride home, Y/N?" Steve asks, groaning as Robin's foot is lodged against his shin.

"Yes. Please." You whimper, failing miserably to keep any semblance of control over yourself. You shove all the toiletries your frazzled mind can remember into the little pocket, only managing to zip it halfway closed. You go back to the hall, giving Eddie one last glance before you leave. You reach up to the back of your neck, removing the guitar pick necklace he made for you. You toss it back over to him, and he regretfully catches it in his hand. "Don't forget to feed Arwen." You say with total finality. He nods, not saying anything else. Not a damn word out of his mouth could convince you to take back your decision, so it's no use to open his mouth at all. He just continues sobbing on the floor, wondering how the hell he's going to survive a single day without you.

Robin, Nancy, and Steve manage to get themselves up off the floor. They say their awkward goodbyes to an inconsolable Eddie, and walk with you out of the apartment. Robin grabs your purse and textbooks on the way out, and helps you load everything up into Steve's trunk once you make it outside.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I hope you two can work this out." Robin says, giving you a heartfelt hug.

"Do you want us to stay with you tonight? So you don't have to be alone?" Nancy offers, not wanting to let you stew all by yourself right now. Break-ups call for girlfriends staying over and lots of ice cream. At least, they do for her.

"No. I just want to go home. Maybe another time." You force a small smile for her kind idea, though it falls away to let another flood of tears come crashing down your cheeks.

"That's alright. Don't hesitate to call us, okay? We're always here for you." She says, giving you a hug of her own.

"Thanks. I'll see you later." You pull away from her, going with Steve now who has the car running. You get into the passenger seat, collapsing into your own lap as he pulls out of the parking lot. Steve does his best to console you as he drives, but it's no use. Part of you feels like you've made a horrible mistake, that you should beg him to turn around and take you back to Eddie. But the other part feels like there's no coming back from this. That it's all ruined, that it's over. You're completely spiraling. You're tipsy and exhausted from entertaining guests all night, and then finding out this terrible, awful thing. You just need to get home. And you need your mom.

Steve pulls into the driveway in front of your house, leaving the engine running as he doesn't expect to stay long. You get out of the car, going to the trunk to gather your things. Steve helps you out, and you hear the front door open. Mom comes outside, wondering what you're doing here so late.

"Sugarpuff? What's going on?" She asks with sleepy concern. You look at her, still quietly sobbing. She sees your splotchy face, eyeliner forming thick lines all over. "Honey, what's wrong?"

"Mom一" You only manage to squeak out this one word, before falling apart all over again. She rushes over to you, capturing you in her arms. You wrap yourself around her so tight, crying so hard you could throw up.

"Shhh, it's okay. It's okay." She coos, stroking your hair as you wail into her shoulder. "Let's get you inside, alright? I'll make you some tea, and you can tell me what happened." She says sweetly, pulling back from your embrace and taking your hand. Steve brings your belongings in for you, and Mom thanks him and tells him goodnight. She sits you down on the couch, and goes to the kitchen to make some tea to help you calm down. "Okay, here you go. Now, tell mama what's wrong." She says as she hands you your tea, taking a seat right next to you.

"O-okay." You stutter, almost gasping for air from all your sobbing. You proceed to tell her everything that happened tonight. Chrissy kissing Eddie, finding out about their past relationship, packing up and leaving, giving his necklace back. She calmly listens to you speak, but she can't help getting a little angry on your behalf on the inside. She'll ream that little fucker for lying to you, for hurting you. No one messes with her baby girl, not even the man she loves.

"I'm so sorry, sugarpuff. Do you know what you're gonna do?" She asks, putting her hand over yours.

"I don't know. I love him, Mom. I really do. I think I just have to sleep on it...for a while. I don't want to give up on us. But I'm worried that I can't trust him now." You sigh, wishing you could solve this right now. But your mind and body have other ideas. Your eyelids are drooping as you sit here, and you feel so heavy, like you're made out of bricks.

"I understand, and I think it's a good idea to think it over. You can stay here as long as you need to, okay? And whatever you decide to do, I'll always support you, sweetie." Mom replies.

"Thanks, Mom. I love you." You give her another hug, much shorter and gentler this time. "I'd better let you get to bed. I'm sorry for waking you." You add as you pull away.

"Oh, no hour is too late for my babies when they need me." She chuckles. "I think you could benefit from some rest, too, kiddo." She cups your cheek, once again noting the obvious evidence of exhaustion on your face.

"I know. I'll try my best." You give her a small smile, standing up with her to head to bed. You walk down the hall, turning to her before entering your old bedroom. "Goodnight, Mom." You say, fighting back a yawn.

"Goodnight, sugarpuff. I love you." She replies. She goes into her own room, closing the door behind her. You do the same, finding your old bed waiting for you. The blankets and pillows are arranged nice and neat, the bedding pink and juvenile. But all it reminds you of is the times you and Eddie shared in it.

Your first night, after you sat in on one of Hellfire's campaigns, the two of you turning each other on under everybody's noses. On your birthday, when he gave you the little book of sex positions he'd made. After your father's funeral, when he got you high and snuggled with you for what felt like hours. And countless, unforgettable others. So many memories made in one room, all of which have come back to haunt you now.

You can hear Eddie's infectious laugh mingling with your own as he tickles you on the floor. You can smell his cigarettes and cheap cologne wafting past your nose. You can taste your own arousal transferred from his mouth to yours in a hungry, post-oral kiss. You can feel his large hands caressing your body to admire every last inch of you, the rings on his fingers shocking you with a welcome cold. And all of these only break your heart even more.

"Fuck." You mutter, sensing another bout of uncontrollable sadness coming on. But at least you can be alone, in your own bed, and not have to answer any more questions. For tonight, at least, you get the solitude you've found yourself craving for the last hour. You step out of your heels, just now noticing how much your feet have been killing you all night. You slip off your dress, and toss it and the bra you had on underneath in the corner. You don't bother to put any other clothes on, it's not like you've never slept alone in the nude before.

You crawl under the covers, realizing just how cold this bed is now. Without Eddie, without his warmth and cuddles and kisses. You don't even have Arwen to keep you company, you left her at the apartment. But you know Eddie will take good care of her. You force the oncoming memory of you two cuddling the cat away from your mind. You can't keep reminiscing over your entire relationship right now. It's not over yet. At least, you sure as shit hope it won't be. But that's not to be decided tonight, perhaps not for a good while.

To be continued...

[mikanlardyclinic]

Extreme slob incoming! As well as well the idea of a gal coated in sponsorship stickers and all that

Momo starting with a small fast food sponsorship due to mei being kinda overworked with a lot of other heroes so momo doesn't wanna add to that burden.. She slowly starts getting hooked on it her physical condition and toned body slowly being buried in lard even as she tries going on patrol almost everyday to compensate.. She starts eating their products more and more, other corporations approach her as her hero outfit is soon filled with stickers for different companies front and back.. More and more garbage food entering her system getting hooked on it all.. She makes extra pouches filled with the garbage food as she slowly appears less and less. Mobility impaired health damaged.. She's a lardy manure and support items factory as her own agency closes and she becomes a part of mei's support item company~who is oh so pleased to acceot all their sponsorships~ after all she needs some pieces only momo can produce~ sometimes mei hires some people to feed momo since she's mostly busy with her own inventions (and a feeding chute for momo the product is paid for and the delivery guy only has to pick up their money on their way out.. But they never come back.. Mei assumes they just got disgusted and stole the food so she goes and feeds momo manually later even as her gut looks stuffed to the brim and about to burst.. Red bumps on some sides but she needs some heavy pieces soon so she needs to be sure momo is filled to make them~ not seeing the mound of manure with some pale bones sticking out.. A few half digested shirts escaping her lips.. With a belch before a temporary feeding tube goes past her lips.. She chugs all the same, her health failing her due to her inmense size seeing medical equipment slowly surround her body her gluttony taking its toll.. Some of the equipment she made herself with some masisve strain to her poor heart..

Now as for Mei she has taken some of the sponsorship food as brain snacks in the meantime not taking too much mind to her portions as she works without end.. She is also somewhat inmune to the stench of her new coworker! Well she somehow reeks as much as her! (mei has not taken a shower since she graduated from UA at this point.. Her friends are gonna need a massive hose to clean her greasy tubby body)

[sirianasims]

The Don Diaries

We need to clean up the mess that is Don's love life, and quickly. First, Don tries to scope out that 10th and final kiss at GeekCon. This llama lady does not appear to be a match.

Awkwardly, both of these sisters are also at GeekCon.

Miracle appears and Don immediately drops everything in his queue to go kiss her.

His ex Julie gives zero fucks - she's over Don a long time ago.

This unreasonably pale lady butts into the conversation for some reason.

Don manages to woo her in record time and get that 10th kiss while Miracle pretends not to see anything.

Pale lady disappears like the ghost she probably was, and Don immediately gives Miracle his full attention. She truly seems to be his favourite, and the obvious pick from our three candidates.

Now for the clean-up! First, we invite over dumpster girl Laura.

Don is a master of ambience so he breaks up with her in front of his neighbours and a malfunctioning garbage chute. It's, like, a metaphor for their relationship or something.

Dumpster Girl is not happy to be dumped. Sorry, Laura, but you deserve better. Probably. Go throw another fundraiser or whatever.

Finally, we invite over Gina, the last obstacle to Don's new and simpler life.

QUICK, GIVE HER A BACKRUB TO DISTRACT HER FROM THE BLONDE NEIGHBOUR YOU'RE ALSO SHAGGING

And here I unfortunately have to leave you on a cliff-hanger until tomorrow, because while I may have decided to get rid of Gina, she has other plans and things are about to get complicated.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not better hiding or managing my garbage during a house party?

CW for blood mentions, in both accidental injury and menstruation.

I (22F) live in an apartment building with a weird (to me) trash policy, there are set times you can take your garbage out, with no chute or communal disposal place. If you want to take out your garbage any time that isn't part of your usual time and date slot.... you just can't. I usually try to think about my waste and disposal like days in advance just because of this, because I often have friends/ colleagues over and especially if I'm cooking or have received bulky online orders, I have to do something with the garbage if company is expected. I also live in a relatively small apartment itself and it's not like I can really hide these things - I can put cardboard away, but not actual garbage, without it likely creating more of a mess or a stink in a very small space.

All of this to say, I had a little holiday party last night. Yesterday morning, I had an accident with a carrot peeler and had to spend about half an hour on the bathroom floor trying to stop a finger cut from bleeding, cleaning the blood, wrapping the wound, bleeding through the gauze and bandaids, etc, etc. When it finally stopped, I cleaned the bathroom vigorously. Obviously. I put the bloody cottons, band-aids, wrappings, all of that, in my bathroom garbage can. The problem was, I can't get rid of my garbage until the next night (tonight at the time of writing). I put more tissue paper on top to hide it, push it to the bottom, and finally decided too to double-line it. So, in the garbage can, there was the initial liner, assorted q-tips and whatnot, the bloody stuff, more tissues and toilet paper and cotton rounds to hide it, and then another liner on top.

Later that night at some point in the party, my friend Polly (25F) went to the restroom and when she came back, she pulled me aside into my bedroom and said that she had gone to hide a tampon replacement and saw "a lot of fucking blood" in the trash and that "she would never say this to call me out or make me feel bad" but that she thought it was really gross to have it out at the party. I told her I couldn't take the trash out - she's heard me complain about the trash policy before - and I was really sorry and mortified, I thought it was hidden okay. The rest of the night I think Polly just looked really disgusted at me. I'm sitting here all morning feeling really bad, but like, also getting irritated. If she was going to hide a tampon that well, does that mean she would have dropped it into the can under the lining if there hadn't been a second lining and not said anything, which is like - I'd argue even more gross? She looked so.. I don't know how to describe it. Displeased? she absolutely was colder through the night too. I keep wondering if I should reach out and ask her if she's okay. But I mean AITA for not doing anything more with the garbage and not hiding or disposing of the blood better?

What are these acronyms?

[meshimellow]

oh my gosh this blog is like the garbage chute i need a nice clean place to keep my art. art blog is easy to set up but a website would be more professional

[zombie-rott]

Brother: Two.

Pairing: None.

Synopsis:

“Rain has fallen deep into the clutches of addiction. His life has spiralled out of control, crashing towards a crucial breaking point where he finds himself utterly alone, having pushed the clergy and his kin away. With no one left to turn to and nothing but regret weighing heavily on his heart, Rain is faced with a stark realization - he must confront his demons and seek forgiveness before it’s too late.”

Note:

Yup. Another broken, drug addict story. I have a kink, alright?

Twenty-eight days later.  

Rain stumbled to his motel and climbed the stairs up the fourth floor, just beyond the busted ice machine and garbage chute. The place smelt of mould and mildew, and Rain was fairly certain someone had been murdered just two doors down. But it had a decent shower, a mattress to sleep on and somewhere safe to hide. And all for just eighty euros a night. What a steal . 

There was a note taped to the tarnished wood, handwritten in cursive Italian. A reminder to pay for another week of rent, or be out by noon on Friday. Rain groaned, pinching at the bridge of his nose. This was not the news he needed on a come down with nothing but fucking dust in his pockets.

With a growl, he ripped down the note and stormed into the room, the door slamming behind him. The room was just how he’d left it; bed unmade, floor in disarray and the sickly cloying scent of dope. 

With a shake of his head, Rain dropped his bag onto the floor and sat heavily on one of the dinghy wooden chairs. He doubled over, elbows balanced on his knees, and dropped his head into his hands. From his last count, he’d maybe two hundred euros left in his bank account, enough to cover two more nights, but nothing beyond that. Then there was the small, persistent issue of food, cigarettes and drugs. You know, the essentials . Sure he’d managed to exchange a blowjob for a bag of dope behind a dive bar, but that was it. It’s barely enough to get a good high. And how could he expect to try (again) to get clean without one last hurrah? Only then could he rejoin society with no stone unturned. 

Maybe he could dry out and finally find his way back home. 

Stuck somewhere between a twilight high and a comedown, Rain unfurrowed a small bag from his pocket and went about preparing his final (definitely final) hit of heroin. He reached for his kit, kept securely in the inside pocket of his backpack, and tipped the supplies onto the table. The tourniquet was tied around his bicep, the needle sterilised with the flame of his lighter and the dope placed upon a grubby teaspoon, all with expert precision. 

Rain watched hungrily as the black substance began to whittle to nothing but liquid, the sweet smell spilling into the air. His began to shake as he waved the spoon above the flame, eyes focused on the bubbles and mind wandering to the prospect of giving it all up. 

He was miserable when he was sober, and while he was equally as miserable when high, it was masked by a sense of numbness and the fleeting sensation of euphoria. If this really was going to be his last hit (of smack, at least) then he needed to find a way to feel less like topping himself. Or, at the very least, find something less dangerous to snuff those feelings down. 

A burning in his fingers brought him back to reality and he replaced the lighter with his needle. The syringe was dipped carefully into the liquid and drawn up with the plunger before he went about the most awkward part of the whole process; finding a decent vein. He hadn’t many good ones left but his right arm was manageable with some effort. Sadly precision wasn’t something he had in his current condition, and the prick of the needle was jabbed in and out several times before he finally found a vein that was still holding it together. Barely.

~ Read Full on A03~

[lets-zofifi-stuff]

Plex Gossip

I just found it on my disc. I wrote a fanfiction for Solar Lunacy by @bamsara and forgot?! I decided it's boring and never showed it to anybody but now i reread and it's not so bad?

It's just a short crack fic set somewhere in one of the ealier chapters.

It is a group chat session of five staff members of Megapizzaplex

And they are gossiping about the Reader

I initially thought I am going to wite those on the ENTIRETY of SL but in later chapters everybody got fired so...

Enjoy?

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Dave123: 

yall remember that newbe that got hired recenly?!

5mind: 

no?

Dave123: 

you know 

the one that always looks like they're gonna pass out or start yelling? 

that one?

troublet: 

we all look like that 

sometimes

some of us more often than others

Dave123: 

often seen chasing steffs around

trying to get off the socks stuck on them?

5mind: 

socks with magnets

THE PLAGUE

steffs rest in pieces XD

broz4urus: 

is this the one that always gets their cleaning cart stuck in places? :/

Tris: 

Always? I only saw that happen once.

broz4urus: 

i twice

they are on a warpath with that cart :D

Dave123: 

Yeah! thats them!

Does anybody know their name?

5mind: 

no?

troublet: 

nope

broz4urus: 

nada!

Tris: 

I don’t think I've ever seen them talk to anybody, actually.

Do they know about the group chat?

5mind:

I don’t think so? 

somebody would have to tell them first, no?

troublet: 

what about thm 

Dave123: 

Have you noticed they are spending a lot of time in the daycare?

broz4urus: 

dude why are you stalking some kid XD

Dave123: 

im not!!!

i just noticed thatss all

troublet: 

why do you think they are spending too much time in the daycare?

Dave123: 

that damn banners in DC are always getting busted somehow

troublet: 

wh do u think they r spending too much time in the dc

Dave123: 

one of them begin to flicker 

at least once per week

who do yall think has to fix it?

troublet:

would you just answer

Dave123:

ME! thats who

im heading there right after closing

to fix yet another damn banner

again

so karens would stop being hysterical 

broz4urus:

dude XD

Dave123:

about epilepsy hazard

and newbie is always there 

get it?

every 

single 

time

Tris:

Epilepsy is real, Dave. >:(

5mind:

so dude likes to take a break in a place

that is quiet and covered in pillow mats

so what

Dave123:

but is it really about mats?

daycare attendant is always around them somewhere

jumping around like crazy

broz4urus:

isn’t he always like this?

troublet: 

not really?

it is jumpy true

but it hates employees usually

Dave123: 

especially techs

troublet:

if u think it hates techs u should see what it does to daycare assistants

Tris: 

Is there a position like that?

troublet:

not anymore

Dave123: 

im telling you something is up with them

they only spend time with DA

5mind:

well i saw them talking to monty the other day

Dave123: 

see?

Who is hanging out with Monty these days?

that bot is crazy!

5mind:

hmh always trashing his room 

or himself

do you know he did that again?

Dave123: 

oh 

Is it the Big Bucket time already?

troublet:

no it was an elevator this time

i know bc i had to put him together

took us all day

he was a salt mine all the way through

5mind:

LOL an alligator vs the elevator

i swear

it’s even better than the BB time

troublet:

better for WHO

broz4urus:

hey! Monty is a cool dude.

stop that >:(

5mind:

u only says that bc u don have to work near him

i was relieved to have a day long break from his mood swings

he and the newbie got into some serious fight i heard

Mont said something about trashing them into a garbage chute

i think

Tris: 

He did what?!

5mind:

well he didn’t ACTUALLY trash them

tbh

he just threatened

Tris: 

I did not know they are allowed to say things like that?

troublet:

you have no idea

5mind:

you are working with mr. goody two shoes Fredbear

dad friend to end all dad friends

the ultimate cinamonroll

broz4urus:

I DARE to disagree

DJ is the ultimate cinamonroll

i miss him

Tris: 

David, be honest with us.

Is this going to be another crazy conspiracy theory of yours?

Dave123:

no

and what do you mean by another?!

Tris: 

Another like the one about a previous arcade assistant 

who got crazy because of the arcades?

Dave123:

but he did! 

that is a fact!

he stopped leaving the building for the nights

and he was spitting gibberish about needing to rescue a princess!

5mind:

it only proves that he was unstable

he was probably not taking his medications or smth

broz4urus:

tbh

some of the machines ARE getting weird sometimes

but you also said that the plex is on the ruins of some old pizzeria

like, underground pizza? come on! ;D

Tris: 

If the newbe is always in the Daycare right after the closing, 

they probably have tasks to do there, just like you.

Why is this even so important?

Dave123:

what tasks? cleaning?! 

that bot can clean the whole playground it a second

the only reason they would give that task to a newbie 

would be if the weirdo was slacking off on purpose

5mind:

or sent the request

they can do that

sometimes I wonder why can’t we

troublet:

we can

they’re just gonna ignore us

5mind:

the poor coffee machine will never come back to life ;(

Dave123:

but it will stay in our hearts U_U

but i am just saying

the daycare is pretty self sufficient, yes?

it only needs for someone to get the trash and laundry out

and the fresh supplies in

thats it

you don’t need to sit there for hours

unless you wanna

Tris: 

Okay, let’s be over with it.

What are you saying they are doing there?

Dave123:

dating

5mind:

LOL!!!

troublet:

you can’t be serious

Tris: 

Well, there are many people who are into animatronic really.

Especially the Glamrocks.

broz4urus:

poor Roxy

she gets a ton of weird fanart

Dave123:

I am 1000% serious

telling you, they are totally into bots

5mind:

or are u projecting

Dave123:

fuck you man

broz4urus:

stop stalking Dave!

Tris:

I agree. You are being creepy.

5mind:

you are jealous because Roxy rejected you that one time

Dave123:

okay y’all can fuck off

People of the drama:

Dave123

General tech, gossiper, conspiracist

Text style: frantic

DCA used pronouns: it/its

broz4urus

Arcade assistant, chill guy

Text style: funny

DCA used pronouns: he/his

5mind

Monty’s handler, confused, jokester

Text style: lazy

DCA used pronouns: it/its

troublet

Animatronic tech, experienced, bitter

Text style: tired

DCA used pronouns: it/its

Tris

Freddy’s handler, fairly new, good girl, polite

Text style: tidy

[se7ens-oc-heaven]

question about the Skeld crew! what are their favorite tasks to do aboard the ship- for the Impostors too, if they *must* do a task what do they choose?

Mweheheh... all the impostors have to do tasks too >:3c - partially because they blend in better that way in context of storytelling; and partially because when there's only one crewmate, things are gonna go all over the place real fast otherwise xD so I went ahead and answered for all of them!

Guinevere (Captain White)

prefers more administrative tasks overall due to habit as captain and also they're less strenuous.

Charting course, calibrating steering and other helmwork is especially preferred as it gives her a sense of control

enjoys shooting down asteroids when she gets the chance. They're a de-stressor for her.

hates comms work, it puts her on edge knowing she's now an impostor and could be found out if she had to directly interface with anyone in the process.

Jeremy (red)

likes cleaning vents. He finds funny stuff and sometimes also his friends are in there! :)

loves 'simon says', it's musical and involves pressing buttons!

may like stabilizing steering if it involves messing with the controls. He can pretend he's steering :)

hates standing still for medical scan, and dislikes tasks like data 'loads that involve him running all over the ship for abstract reasons. He gets power diversion conceptually so that's fine but data uploads don't feel like something that needs done in a tangible way.

Ciar (black)

is autistic and humans are special interest (/silly wording), so they enjoy most tasks on principle of "it's a Human Thing!"

some tasks are sensory overload for them (eg fuel) so those aren't as great.

not good at tasks just because he likes them :(

Xanth (Yellow)

he doesn't mind shooting asteroids. Sometimes he pretends they're crewmates.

mystified by the circles in electrical. It's surprisingly effective in keeping him quiet for a few moments.

can never card swipe successfully and loses his temper over it.

hates cleaning out vents? (Gross ig???? I'm always learning new things about this weirdo it feels like)

dislikes emptying garbage chutes (loud)

Ursa (Brown)

the less she actually has to do, the better.

downloads, sample check are good. Also emptying trash.

she would enjoy medscan if she could actually do it without raising suspicion. (Rosalia fakes the data for her)

Sky (Cyan)

he likes emptying trash but also fucks around with it by yanking the lever up and down for fun.

surprisingly enjoys cleaning O2 of leaves.

don't make him do wiring. He'll do it no complaints but he never matches them. He prefers to be "creative" with his matchups.

he can't do card swipe and will stand there all day trying. You have to pry him from the console if you need a turn.

honestly most any task you set in front of him is "he'll do it but Poorly" even if emotionally he's engaged because he makes minigames out of everything lmao

Rosalia (Pink)

excels at card swipe and loves showing off - Especially in front of Xanth.

dislikes handling fuel refills - it's grimy.

not as great at shooting meteoroids - her reflexes aren't the best

Enjoys snooping during download tasks and checking out files if anything grabs her eye

She'll also actually study the medical samples closely, she's intrigued by them

Thanks for the prompt!! I had fun considering how each would feel about different tasks hehe

[monaisme]

Sicktember: Day 6

#6- Dizziness/Vertigo

“Whoa!” May stumbled to the side and bumped into the bottom corner of a one of her favourite pictures of all five Parkers before life struck and they were thrust into the life of a family of three. “Shit!” she exclaimed as she fumbled and tried to stop it from falling, but no such luck.

“May?” Peter called out as he stepped out of his bedroom to the sound of glass breaking. “Are you o—?” He saw her leaning against the wall, clutching her now tender elbow and rushed toward her. “May?! What happened?”

“STOP!” No way was May letting Peter get cut because of her clumsiness. She put her hand out to stop Peter’s advance before he could get hurt. “Don’t come out here! There’s glass everywhere and you’re barefoot! Now please, let me take a breath and then I’ll get this taken care of.”  

Peter’s brow furrowed in concern and confusion. “Take a breath? May?” Peter noted that she looked more than a little pale. Something was wrong, and he didn’t need his spidey-senses to tell him that. “Did the glass cut you? Are you hurt?”

And he also didn’t need his spidey-senses to tell him that she was upset with herself. Her answer came in the form of a clenched jaw and an angry headshake ‘no.’

“Just—how’s about you take that breath while you stay put? I’m in a better spot to take care of this anyways...” He held his own while he waited to see what she’d do, then ran back to his room to grab his ratty sneakers once he saw that she was deferring to him. “You’re awesome, May!” he called back to her, “I’ll get this, easy peasy! You keep staying there!”

No reply came back, only a frustrated sigh as Peter threw on his shoes then tiptoed through the shards of glass to the kitchen. He quickly pulled out the small lined garbage can from under the sink before heading to the tiny utility closet in the kitchen to collect the broom and dustpan. “I think I got what I need,” he announced as he brought it to the hallway, “so let me get the worst of it, then I’ll grab your shoes for you, okay?”

May was still leaned heavily against the wall, eyes closed. “Sounds like a plan,” she said weakly, then waited patiently as Peter did a cursory cleaning up of the mess.

Peter tried not to be nervous about May’s strange behaviour, but something wasn’t jiving and he didn’t know how to bring it up. After a minute or so, though, he announced, “Et voila!” as he dumped the last of the glass into the bin. “Now give me a sec to get your shoes and—” Peter leaned the broom and dustpan against the wall to do a more thorough pass over once May was safe and shoed up, then went to rifle through the messy pile of shoes at the door. The flip flops May used to take the garbage to the disposal chute at the end of the hallway had to be there somewhere, he hoped. Simplicity was the key in moments like this.

“Peter?” May called out to him, suddenly sounding distressed.

 “May?” Peter peeked around the corner as she tilted over, “Shit!” He tossed the shoes away and caught her before she could tumble down to the floor. Never more grateful for his powers than he was in that moment, Peter shifted a little in order to gather his Aunt May up and carry her safely to the couch. “I’ve gotcha, May. Hang on for me... just hang on.”

May’s eyes were closed again by the time he’d laid her down, but she definitely hadn't lost consciousness. “I’m so sorry, honey,” she soothed, “I’m fine—I promise—I’m fine.”

Her calm tone and words did nothing for Peter as he interrupted, “You’re not fine, May. How can you even pretend when you obviously fell into the wall—and if I hadn’t been home, you’d be picking glass out of your feet and everywhere right now—if you even could! You could have hit your head or needed stitches or... I don’t even know what could have happened!”

May inhaled deep and opened her eyes. “Peter. Calm down,” she looked to Peter, a mix of concern and sternness. “I need you to listen to me.”

She paused and waited for Peter to do exactly that before she continued. “I said I’m fine and I meant it. It’s just some vertigo, but I’ve already called and gotten an appointment with my doctor for next Friday afternoon. I’m taking care of it.” She made sure he was still paying attention. “I’ll go see her, she’ll check things out, she’ll tell me it’s some weird inner ear thing, and everything will be fine. Are we clear?”

Peter whined and seated himself precariously at her side. “Why do you keep saying fine?—In fact, please, I’m begging of you to stop saying fine.” Peter then glared, “You know what I think when you use the word ‘fine.’”

And May glared right back. “Of course, I do! It’s the same thing I think of it every time I hear you use it, smart ass.” She playfully shoved him off the couch. “Now, give me a second for this to pass and I’ll order us some dinner. I’m feeling like a tonight’s a pizza night, agreed?”

Peter nodded as he stood and brushed himself off. “Agreed, but I can order it, just let me finish cleaning this up first.” Peter moved over to the hallway again, keeping an eye on May as he snapped up the broom to give the floor a second, better sweep to be sure he hadn’t missed anything. He did a quick spot check, looking out for any larger shards that might have escaped his notice when he caught sight of the corner of a picture frame peeking out from the doorway to May’s bedroom. Peter bent to pick it up, sure to keep it flat to prevent any of the glass from spreading any further. “Geez, May!” he called out to her, “If you’d wanted to get rid of my pictures, all you had to do was—” Peter’s attempt at levity stopped short when he caught sight of the picture that had fallen.

“Peter? Are you okay?”

Peter couldn’t answer. All the words he wanted to say were too stuck in his throat.

“Honey?” The silence was maddening, “Sweetheart?” May sat up faster than she should have then stood, taking only a moment to find a precarious balance using the arm of the couch. “Peter?” She caught sight of him right away, obviously, Peter stood there, staring solemnly at the damaged frame in his hand. “Oh.” What else could she say? She needed to make this right. “I’ll head to the thrift store tomorrow and find a new frame, alright? It’ll be back on the wall before you’re home from school tomorrow. I promise.”

Peter turned and stared at her in disbelief, tears brimming in his eyes. “May? Do you really think I’m worried about the frame?”

It was May’s turn to fall silent.

“I’m sorry, May, but everyone in this picture is gone—and what do you always say? ‘It’s just me and you?’” He chewed at his lip for a few seconds, “What if something really is wrong? What if it’s a stroke or a tumor or—” tears fell faster than Peter could swipe them away. He had to take a moment before he could speak again. “I can’t—” He inhaled deep then started again, “I can’t lose you, too, May. I just can’t!”

May reached out to take the photo reverently from his hands and placed it gently on the end table, then pulled her nephew into a frighteningly tight grip, “You listen here, Peter Benjamin Parker, I am not going anywhere. I will call my doctor’s office first thing in the morning and get them to put me on a cancellation list, okay? If it gets any worse, I’ll sneak into the ER and get one of the doctors to order some tests, even though you know that my boss will give me grief—” She pressed kiss to his cheek and whispered fiercely into his ear. “I will do anything I can to be here with you, okay? But, for now, I can only do what I can do.”  

Peter nodded as her burrowed his face into her neck and hugged her as tight as he dared, then stilled. “Hang on!” He pulled back just enough to see May’s face as he grinned big, “I know you can only do what you can do, but what if I can do something you can’t?!” Peter face twisted in thought, then he revised, “Well, I mean, you could do it too if you wanted to, but you won’t...”

Now she was concerned, “Peter? What are you thinking of?”

He smiled big and wiped the last of the tears from his face and gave her one last hug before releasing her. “You trust me, right?”

“Of course, I do!”

“Perfect! Then let me do this because I love you, okay? Because I need you safe?”

Her concern morphed to confusion. “Okay?”

Peter did his awkward fist pump thing, “Yesss!” He did a little happy dance, then bolted for his bedroom—only to stop short as glass crunched underfoot. He stared down at the floor. “Oh—maybe I’ll just give this that second sweeping first?”

May just chuckled and wondered what she was getting herself into.

She didn’t have to wait long to find out. After Peter ushered her back to the couch, he got to work taking care of the last of May’s mess, then put the garbage bin back under the sink and supplies back where they belonged. He washed his hands at the kitchen sink, then wiped then dry on the back of his shirt as he came to join her on the couch. He exhaled slow, then Peter reached back and pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket.

“Peter?”

Peter offered up a crooked grin as he took hold of her hand with one hand and unlocked his cell with the other.

“Peter? What are you doing?”

Peter thumbed his way into his contacts, squeezed her hand not too tight, then pressed the top contact on the list.

“Peter. No.”

“Peter. Yes,” Peter replied as he listened to the call connect. “You said you trust me, right?”

“Of course I do!” May exclaimed.

“Good, then you’ll let me do—”

“Hey, kid? Don’t tell me. You’re out on patrol and you need one of the suits to get another parrot out of a tree?”

Peter let go of May’s hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close instead. “Ha ha, Mr. Stark! You’re hilarious. No, I don’t need a suit, but—if it’s not too much of a bother—” Peter clamped his mouth shut in surprise. It had never been easy to ask anything of the man, and they were just at the beginning of their ‘relationship?’ but for May, he could be brave. “Um, you see...” Peter drew in a big breath, “something’s going on with May and I’m wondering if she could come see one of the doctors at the tower, like, soon?”

Mr. Stark must have heard the urgency in Peter’s voice because he simply replied, “Anything for my favourite Parkers, kid.”

His voice shook with relief as he replied, “Thanks, Mr. Stark.”

And then it was May’s turn to pull out of Peter’s arm and wrap him in her own as she heard Mr. Stark ask if he’d be able to talk to May for a minute.

With Peter’s lips pressed tightly and his chin quivering, he could only answer, “m-hm,” then tuck his face into May’s neck as she gently pulled the phone from his hands.

May took a deep breath of her own, realizing the gravity of the last twenty minutes, and then put the phone to her ear. “Hey, Tony...”

[ryscorp]

{Open the door}

[* You open the door.]

[* Inside the room are various containers of garbage bags, gloves, and cleaning products. On the far wall is the incinerator chute, which is closed.]

[crimsonblackrose]

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Quick thoughts. Chozen and Daniel scheming to fake befriend Terry is something Terry did in TKK3 to Daniel. Not on the same level at all but, there was a slight amount of revenge/karma there.

It's what 18-19 hours between LA and where Miguel went. That means Johnny's got both Robby and Miguel in the car back for 18-19 hours. And they didn't dare even give us a glimpse of that?

Chozen scammed Anoush and Louie at golf. Some how before I never caught that. Which means Chozen got some revenge for TKK2 and losing all his money to Daniel. (Chozen's walking ahead of them, grinning and counting cash, Daniel laughs and tells him good job, Louie tells Anoush he told him there were golf courses in Okinawa, Anoush says "He said he never played before")

Chozen said it was beginners luck, Louie says he's been hustled, Anoush calms him down when Chozen asks if they've insulted his honor, by telling Louie he's not at a blackjack table in Atlanta city, you can't trash talk a karate assassin.

So....Chozen's not an assassin. But that's what Amanda called him and now that's what Anoush has called him.

Terry's at the golf club. "How'd you hit 'em?" "They let anyone join these days." (I mean Terry's older and richer, he might've already been a member and you might never have known. "Or did you slither in through the garbage chute. By the way how's your sensei search going?"

Daniel why are you poking the bear? Why are you rubbing this in Terry's face?

Terry views it as possible casus belli, act of war or to provoke war.

Terry tells Daniel that he has more friends then Daniel does...which sadly, probably true.

Terry says if Daniel backs down, Terry won't retaliate. No repercussions, just stay out of his way.

This is my backyard, Daniel....in a way we don't know, but Terry might've been here longer. You've been here what 30 years? Terry's supposed to be older than you and as far as we know, has lived here his whole life. Like in TKK1 you didn't even want to be here. That doesn't mean it's not your backyard and you don't have a say in what happens there, but making it seem like Terry doesn't belong in his own city either...

This was a choice

Who does this? Sabrina the teenage witch? But like 90s version. The wave your finger in a circle to do a spell.

I can't tell whether he's having fun or if he's laughing and pissed off.

I also like that Daniel isn't alone for this conversation/threat. Chozen's right there. "You're playing with fire Danny-boy."

Boom

I don't fully get what that means. I love it. But a fire with gasoline that explodes might not hurt just Silver, but also both Chozen and Daniel and the whole valley...

Which might be why Silver, no longer charmed by Sensei Joe, scoffs and asks for their drinks to be put on his tab.

lol anoush

Nothing. Just wanted to buy us a round of drinks.

DANIEL LARUSSO!!!! You literally just poked a bear and you're not going to warn them????? Tell them! Warn them that if that guy comes near them to run. Like Daniel you know how dangerous he is and you're like nice dude buying us drinks. You gotta update people on this stuff for their own safety.

Somewhere there's a universe where Louie and Anoush thank Terry Silver for buying them drinks and try to befriend him because wow what a nice guy and it goes VERY BADLY

Like literally Anoush is like heck yeah pina colada time for all my men here.

Anoush: Act like you've been here before, I want the most expensive tequilla you gota

Which is both wild responses to random stranger is buying them a drink.

I do enjoy Anoush and Louie's old married couple bickering. "Pina Coladas, we're not at a Sandals resort." "What's wrong with Sandals? Everything's included"

Johnny learning he did something illegal...4/5 seasons later. 🤣

He cleaned off his van.

Miggy made breakfast, Johnny's there too.

It looks like maybe Miguel can't cook. Burnt toast and yaya's kinda picking at it.

Are you telling me for 18 hours Robby and Miguel didn't say a word? The most awkward 18 hours on the planet?

Yaya is happy Miguel is home but needs him to leave asap and go bother sam so she can throw out the breakfast he made her without offending him. The Diaz's have Simply brand Orange Juice.

"I think I need to make an apology meal for Sam too"

Followed immediately by Carmen having taken a bite and unable to hide how bad it is.

Although I think this was also supposed to be the first hint that Carmen was pregnant.

Sam is eating uncrustables and drinking Starbucks.

Apparently both Sam and Anthony view the grape uncrustables as comfort food. Sam ate the last two

ANTHONY EXPLAINS THE MILK LOCKER. They put milk in a bag in Kennys locker.

I feel like that leaves more questions than answers. How did they do that without making a big mess just setting it up and without anyone seeing/finding out?

Now that Anthony puts it that way...he is right.

Both Miguel and Robby have now run away. Just Robby was wanted by the police.

Without karate Sam's hanging out with Moon and Yasmine again.

Okay so there's a couch in the guest bedroom and it's not good. Chozen's having a rough time sleeping on it. Daniel says there used to be a bed in there but it got destroyed when Cobra Kai broke in, but I didn't see any kids go into any bedrooms. They stayed in the weird like square with a line through it. Halls between the living room to the kitchen and the dojo. The dojo is not the guest bedroom.

Chozen is the one who recommends they beat silver to the punch by calling on one of his old friends before Silver can call upon them. Aka Mike Barnes.

What's weird is generally the flash backs might be things the person having the flashback would know or remember. I mean there's a scene of Ali smiling that Johnny remembers but couldn't have. Or at least it wasn't directed at him. But this one's weird because it's literally Mike Barnes telling Silver whose in a bathtub that he bought himself a champion. Daniel was not in Silver's house then.

Johnny offers to teach Miguel how to cook.

Carmen telling Johnny she might be pregnant, a reminder that condoms aren't 100%. And not all forms of protection are 100% either.

Johnny rushes to help Carmen up as if he's already thinking she's much further along then she is. She said she's a few days late.

Johnny's so surprised he says he'll pull the van around then he drops his keys and spins in a circle and Carmen gently pats his shoulder and says with a near laugh "Maybe I should drive. "

Aurora changes Hawks reaper tattoo. Rico is out. It's a lotus for a new beginning and a flower was pretty much his only choice to cover the reaper. Demetri went with him and once again held his shirt. (Miguel also came but is mostly frustrated from trying to contact Sam from the waiting section) Everyone's back with their OG friend groups this summer.

Like I get Demetri is trying to warn him, but Demetri you giving relationship advice is wild. You've had one girlfriend and it's Yasmine and you're still dating. You don't know what's code for breaking up.

Hawk balancing it with "Moon is really big into communication, maybe Sam just really actually wants to talk"

Essentially Yasmine is texting Demetri. 🤣

I feel like Miguel and Sam should just communicate as Miguel and Sam not having Hawk and Demetri and Yasmine and Moon advising.

Daniel and Chozen stalking Barnes.

The way Daniel realizes the way he talks to Chozen has to be more careful because what he says about Barnes applies to Chozen too.

Daniel your car literally says LaRusso Auto Group, please never use that car to try to sneakily tail someone. It's like Johnny trying to tail using the cobra charger or the eagle fang van. Neither of you are sneaky.

What is that a handsaw? (Johnny would probably know) Good for cutting pipe.

Chozen. I can't.

That one good for cutting bone.

Why on earth didn't Daniel research Mike Barnes? Like surely a quick search would've show he was a furniture king. Or hell even pulling up a map app would've shown him that he's behind a furniture store and everything they've got, the tools, the men, are all there working as staff for the furniture store.

This is one of those moments where I think the trauma is making him not think straight. He frequently jumps to conclusions and people like Amanda sort of reign him in. Johnny sometimes corrects him but Daniel doesn't listen to him. Chozen I think just is gasoline to the fire and makes it worse. Part of it I think is that Chozen's know Daniel as an adult for maybe less than a week, and he heard this guy who did all this stuff one summer needs his help, perfect, a great way to regain some honor and make his uncle and the Miyagi's proud. But he doesn't know that if he himself jumps to the worst possible conclusion: that's good for cutting bone, Daniel is not going to be like or it's a table saw and they're cutting wood. No Daniel's going to follow whatever logic Chozen's running on half the time and be like oh no, our Okinawan assassin says that's good for cutting bone, this is a nest of evil and murderers.

And it's not.

Like you kinda have to shock Daniel out of it.

and with what a trickster Chozen is half the time I don't even know if he's being serious about the cut through bone, I think he's joking, but I don't think Daniel can tell when he's joking, like I don't think he could always tell when Mr. Miyagi was joking unless it was more obvious or he was laughing. But Chozen doesn't do that.

So it either comes off as two dumbasses with no brain cell between them because they left it at home, or Chozen making lots of jokes and Daniel not always catching on, or thinking Chozen is serious (Here to murder Silver, I don't think he actually truly is, at least not right now)

But I also feel like part of it is that I doubt Daniel fully prepped Chozen on the situation. And Chozen is just like operating on high alert that everything is a danger.

Like half of Chozen's words and his delivery is such...Dad trickster/jokester vibes. Which I feel like just fits with his whole thing. His very serious face until he bursts out laughing delighted by his jokes. He did that after a whole day of messing with Daniel in Okinawa, he did it with Anoush and Louie.

But I don't think Daniel gets that, so he takes everything at face value. So I think the "I can take all of them, that's good for cutting bone." was Chozen making jokes not realizing that it just sort of upped Daniel's nervousness and guard. Like yes Chozen is here and ready to protect and fight but he never got the Daniel-san manual from Mr. Miyagi which is why I think this is a very earnest thing:

Because yes Daniel can't go in alone in the off-chance that it's a true fight, and he also can't go in alone if he's hoped up and upset. He needs back up, especially if there's any danger. (I know Chozen comes flying in there ready to fight)

So I googled these and got nothing for either the company or the brand type except the cursed knowledge that Tiger King/Joe Exotic came out with his own brand of condoms. So I think they made this up for the show.

And also like Carmen said, condoms aren't 100%

"There's no way these were purchased a real pharmacy" Makes me wonder where Johnny buys stuff.

I do actually like that for both of them this is new, that their previous kids were surprises that neither were fully prepared for. Like they're starting this journey together.

Though Johnny is so nervous he feels like he's going to be sick.

And I get that Carmen is upset that Johnny's so nervous especially around another baby and that Johnny needs to figure out how not to be that guy again. Which is fair, but being a Dad again when he just is finally has both Miguel and Robby talking to him. When his other father duties are starting to work out and not being this soul crushing failure I think seeing another guy too frazzled and realizing how much of a new responsibility that is freaked him out.

Tie dye robes are cute at he spa Moon takes them to.

I am happy that they've all grown as people and become friends again. i just do wish that like Yasmine apologized for being mean to Aisha and also for believing what Kyler said about Sam and joining in on that abuse.

Sam: I already have nightmares about drowning in shallow bodies of water. (I.e. her nightmare of Tory holding her head down under the surface of the Mr. Miyagi koi pond, which wild because I don't think Tory's ever been there???? And also you'd think that'd make her too scared to go near it again)

Demetri got Yasmine a charm bracelet and a charm for every fight they have. And he seems proud when he says she can barely lift her arm now. Dude how much money are you spending?

I think Demetri and Eli forget that while they're nerds, they're rich nerds. Miguel is not and all his money was stolen.

I love the delivery of 'that's a new one' from the sales girl.

The necklace Miguel thinks of getting Sam. Reduced to $182.

I love that eli is like if there's less tentacles it'll be cheaper. 🤣

Daniel I think to an extent that's trespassing if not 'breaking and entering' without the breaking. But great hustle!

Daniel, just because everything he's saying sounds like it's related to you and your entire life does not mean it has anything to do with you.

Barnes out here just living his life until Daniel literally comes rushing in to derail it.

Also...Daniel omg. You and Demetri man.

He also steals his phone to yell at 'silver'

Daniel can never just lose the boy who cried wolf rap, it's based on true lived experience but he keeps leaping without looking.

Poor Michelle, she's like what happened to my furniture guy?

Mike Barnes/Michael Barnes having been karate's bad boy and banned for life from karate can't shake the sounds like a villain in every day life but clearly his customers are here for it.

This is Phil.

Barnes out here like, it's fine, this guy I tortured and terrorized for money just popped up and ruined a sale but I'll live.

Japanese cedar chairs will be done by the time the school opens and they'll pick up the florentine table. Daniel made him lose part of his commission. It's down to 40%

This is why if you had googled the place or even tried to go in the front door you'd have seen that it was a furniture store. But we leapt before we looked.

Johnny following youtube mom vloggers to prep for the baby. I know it's supposed to be funny or whatever that he's swaddling beer. But I also think it's nice that he's actually trying to catch up on all this stuff that he doesn't know. I mean he found out that there's a baby possibly on the way, not even confirmed, this morning. And he's like well I'm so nervous I feel sick, the best way to handle that is to tackle it head on so let me practice. I don't have a baby, but I have beers and towels, and beers are breakable so...

Like he truly does always try and teach himself things if it's important.

We have orange sodas now, some hostess cupcakes, red bull, peanut butter, some chips.

And of course one of his coors escapes and breaks which I think does not help his feeling of I'm going to screw this up, again.

I mean he essentially heard Carmen and was like I'm going to study.

Healthy organic diet= Johnny cleans his fridge.

The space needs to be baby friendly = no poster of girls, Johnny swaps it out for a light house.

Look in every nook and cranny for mold pests and other hazards. Cue cockroach.

Also want to point out that Carmen and him haven't even talked about living together (probably not enough space) But he's still prepping his space.

Johnny you dumbass, you shouldn't have consumed that beer, even if you were holding your breath or whatever safety reason you thought, it was still sitting out when you sprayed. And then he just lays on top of the carpet he just sprayed.

He really should know better from having worked as a maintenance man. But I think he just doesn't give a shit when it's his own safety beyond the bare minimum. That or we can blame netflix for this one.

Mikes soon to be gone furniture store.

"If there's one guy in this world who doesn't owe me an apology it's you."

I mean I feel like that is one of the thesis's of the show.

Furniture co-king (the co-king is his wife, and it's his father in-law's place)

Daniel: You're LaRusso 2.0

Moon and Yasmine are in the Laker's Halloween costumes: You're one of the girls

Robby in his Cobra Kai tournament gi: You're the girl who broke my heart.

Eli in his white gi holding his trophy: You're the girl who lost.

Miguel in his Eagle fang gi: You're my girlfriend, Sam. Why can't you just be supportive.

(Both Eli and Miguel look at her really sadly)

Tory: I know exactly who you are princess.

Sam and Miguel are really on the same journey. They're both trying to figure out who they are which for teenagers about to go off to college in a year or two, is very fitting. They just also have all this karate soap opera making figuring it out harder. And Miguel pointed out last season how hard that all is with everything the LaRusso's expect from Sam. Places he might not be able to go due to finances.

Dark Sam, voiced/introduced by Tory:

Sam has spent most of her life probably hearing about what a great man Mr. Miyagi is, how their karate that they learned from him is better. How they're the good guys. Which putting her in that situation of the world is black and white meant she couldn't allow for gray, she wasn't allowed to be a teenager who made mistakes, which is probably why she didn't tell her parents whenever she wanted to throw a party or got into trouble because good guys don't get in trouble. She's not allowed to make mistakes and I think that is just too much pressure in just general life. Add karate and fighting to the mix and it just explodes.

Now she's questioning whether she is good or not, which is unfair to her. Because people are people, they make mistakes they're not all good or all evil. Life isn't like that and to hold herself to that impossible standard as well as all the other teenagers and people in her life means they're either evil or they've been put on a pedestal where if they make a mistake they will fall and shatter.

I feel like for dark Sam they did her make up like Tory's which is a fun little choice. They also gave her sai's, while the light version has a bo staff.

Essentially she's gotta find balance but the dark side kicks her ass and disarms her and terrifies the white version when Moon opens the tank.

Sam: Having a terrifying metaphorical fight with herself trying to figure out who she is while balancing all these identities of how other people see her and trying to discern who she is and how to balance this feeling of good and evil within herself when she's not been allowed gray.

Moon: I was a drop of dew glistening in the moonlight.

Daniel I don't think Mike Barnes counts as Cobra Kai. I guess well, you might think you yourself were cobra kai, so that means Barnes is also cobra kai. But like the actual students of Cobra Kai, the ones that were in it longer than a few weeks/months don't want to fight you most of the time. Bobby, Jimmy, I highly doubt want to fight you. Johnny really just wants to do a fight for fun. Like sparring.

And I mean heck, Barnes is in the same boat as Johnny. Essentially all these dudes want to fight you for fun and the only one who got to (and who wasn't Cobra Kai) was Chozen because he pretended to take it very seriously and had information you wanted.

Ah, thee fact Barnes pretends to fight is what got Chozen. I was trying to remember why Chozen comes flying in to fight Mike Barnes, but then he mistook the play fighting for real fighting and came in to defend. As promised.

This is why you don't leave Chozen in the car by himself. He got worried.

Chozen stomped on I think that was Barne's knee, ow.

Mike Barnes punches Daniel in a face and he lands into a chair.

No one ever successfully really stops a fight in this show and everyone who does usually get's hit/hurt. I think the best result was prom night where they all ended up in the pool and Stingray turned it into a pool party.

Great question:

But also you shouldn't leave Chozen in the car for long in this heat. Not cool Daniel, you didn't even crack a window. He might be from Okinawa and you might not actually film in LA but, still summer in LA Chozen would be miserable in that car.

Johnny for 4 seasons, as well as pretty much everyone for 4 seasons:

"If this is misunderstanding you better call ambulance." and the way Barnes looks at his guys all knocked out and bloodied on the back dock and then at Chozen who meets his gaze, and then like goes whoops, sorry and looks away, all my bad. Kudos to Yuji on those expressions that was great.

Welcome to the karate soap opera Barnes. Please make sure to include karate on all your insurance policies.

I don't know what Johnny is making, but it's kinda nice he's got his door open, so Miguel can just come in. Though he probably shouldn't because it's probably open due to the insecticide. Johnny doesn't care about himself being in that but he does care about Miggy.

Miggy's look around, sniff and then looking at Johnny horrified with a "What is that smell" 😂

Paint thinner or pesticide? Johnny you should not be in there.

Johnny thinks about telling Miguel he might have a baby sibling before realizing he doesn't actually know for sure and that he and Carmen should talk before saying it so immediately changes to "Don't worry about it, just making a few changes" Which seems to be building a lot of new random sharp edged furniture. Dude what are you even doing?

Johnny went grocery shopping and just filled his fridge full of milk. Pretty sure that's supposed to be a joke that he's bought milk to live in his fridge for 9 months. But I don't know how he could've been alive this long and not known that babies don't drink cow milk. But who knows. Maybe he got it for when the kids are over. Or even for himself.

Johnny got a new chair. It's now white and leather/faux leather looking. It used to be yellow and cloth. He also got a new couch. Black leather. I think well they couldn't have been kept quite the same after the pesticide.

There is something funny about Daniel and Chozen getting into a fight at a furniture store and Johnny also being at a furniture on the same day, not getting in a fight and just getting new furniture/running errands.

Johnny....what does this even mean???? Omg.

Johnny giving actual good advice here. "I've been there, how about the truth, we all get shit wrong sometimes. Some of us get it wrong a lot. If you own up to your mistakes you always have a shot at making things right. You don't have to have it all figured out. Just be honest with her. See where it goes from there"

Miguel here agreeing with me that that's some actual really good advice.

Johnny seems surprised and agrees.

Well they got Daniel an ice pack for his face. They all have ice packs.

Barnes tells Daniel about the shady attorney Silver had off the books. Barnes made them put TKK3 in writing, he was promised 50% of Cobra Kai.

Chozen relaxing into the tufted blue suede couch. Barnes goes into sales mode.

Chozen: How much?

Barnes: 1,200, but for you? 2,000

Those poor guys having to move Chozen's new couch. (Lol at realizing Johnny and Chozen bought couches on the same day, Chozen what are you going to do? Take it back to Okinawa with you later?) "Careful, don't get blood on couch" while both pillows are tucked under his arms.

Daniel leaving a voice mail to the attorney, just seems so unsafe after Terry's threat that morning.

Sam and Miguel meet to talk at Miyagi-do.

They've left the whole romeo and juliet/ west side story for like teen movie drama about breaking up before going to college and because you're trying to find yourself and it's hard to meet each others needs at the same time.

Miguel apologizes for leaving like that and everything back through to prom where he wasn't thinking of her or them as a couple.

Sam says she respects him taking the time to find himself and go on that journey and apologizes for being so wrapped up in the tournament.

Miggy's little happy smile until she says but.

I mean this is a fair ask, and I think this is very mature of her to be like hey, I need time to figure out who I am too.

Like this whole conversation is maybe heartbreaking but is very emotionally mature of both of them. They're talking, they're listening.

Sam says she needs a break and in tears that 'she's not okay right now'

Miguel holding it together because Sam already is struggling enough as is, crying as he walks away and dropping the $182 necklace onto the ground. The one that probably cost everything he had.

Oh wow, Johnny truly swapped out all his furniture. Even the eagle painting is now a sunset and he bought a plant. Dude did some interior decorating and it's...modern looking.

Does he have more than one tool box, or did he lose his beaten up old metal red one?

He has 2 plants!

Lol, he said he baby-proofed the whole apartment today too, and try to stick your finger in a socket? Lost cause.

Aww he adjusted his headphones to fit around her stomach of his old Walkman, however it's so big that it pretty much goes 100% all the way around her to her back because she's maybe like I dunno a week pregnant?

Baby playlisit: Sabbath, Metallica, Dokken

Carmen votes Metallica

See, he really just had to get used to the idea here. His freak out was like 1 hour after learning about the possibility. He needed to do something physical, actionable, and think all day and he did.

Also the amount he got done in a single day after breakfast is impressive.

Encino Oaks Country club, new morning. Daniel likes to spend his mornings in there "Nothing like a good steam to start the day off right" His little yawn and stretch and Morning to whoever came in is kinda sweet.

Also Daniel fully wearing a robe in a steam room just seems like a fainting hazard.

I do like Silver coming in through the darkness and the smoke. Very villain move.

He's also more dressed for a steam room...aka not dressed.

This is such a choice. It's literally Terry Silver sneaking up on Daniel somewhere he feels safe and confronting him somewhere where he's alone and no one else is around, essentially saying this was a bad move, I found out, I know how you found out about this person and then threatening Daniel.

Is the golf club the same as the country club, because if so that should've been a note that Silver had joined his country club. But they didn't show the name of the place beforehand. Like they usually do when they show Encino Oaks

"I told you not to play with fire" and then to make a point literally burns down Barnes's furniture store. That's truly hitting the nail on the head there. And Barnes's has been aware of everything for like five seconds, gave one tiny bit off information out and then lost his whole business. Good thing Chozen got his couch when he did.