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Smut request for Eddie, but I’m worried you might think it’s too close to your single!dad series! But I’m just gonna give it to you anyway because you’re my favorite smut writer. Dad!eddie and babysitter!reader? (Obviously 18+)

author’s note: it’s not at all!! i really wanted to try out something a little different so hopefully this isn’t terrible lol. i hope you enjoy!

cw: 18+ (minors dni), large age gap (21 & 36), dad!eddie, power dynamic (but it’s still pretty balanced, just given the content), virgin!reader, oral (f&m receiving), fingering, all the sex stuff—don’t come into my inbox with bs, if you don’t like, don’t read. but if you do, ily.

word count: 5.6k

Eddie liked to think that with being older came more wiser thoughts, actions—but through experience, he was still fumbling his way through life the same way he had back when in his early twenties, fresh out of high school and making the decent money that he could between shifts at the plant with Wayne, who had to nearly bribe his boss to give him the job, and the small shows he kept up with Corroded Coffin—not that it ever brought in a lot of money.

But, it did bring him to the life he had now; nearing his late thirties, fresh divorcee and a spirited young daughter to prove it. He couldn’t even believe it himself half the time—marriage was never something he planned out, or kids, or searching for babysitters instead of opting to force his child into daycare—spending hours looking through possible prospects, vetting them thoroughly. It felt like he was living a dream most of the time, until reality plopped down on his lap with a giant grin on her face, stray curls cascading down her forehead.

“Do you have to go, daddy?” His daughter asks, “Can’t you play another night?”

Any shows he did now were more for his own enjoyment—monthly shows at a small bar at the edge of town. They gathered a decent crowd and lended to Eddie meeting some very friendly ladies, not that he cared that much.

He had his eyes elsewhere and it was a damn shame nothing would come of it—as horrible as he felt about.

“Sorry, sweetie—I made a promise.” He explains to her, trying his best to lay it out in her terms, “You know I can’t break promises.”

You step through the door only a few moments after, overnight bag snug over your shoulder as you squealed gleefully at his daughter—her previous qualms about Eddie leaving disappearing in an instant.

“You could stay home and play board games with us!” She suggests excitedly, pulling at your hand. You smile knowingly at Eddie, it was typical behavior that didn’t surprise either of you.

“Yeah, Mr. Munson—she’s a pro at connect four, believe me.”

You say his name the way he hates, the way you know he hates. He’s told you time and time again—Eddie. It’s Eddie.

It felt like you were doing it on purpose most of the time.

And so what if you were?

“Oh, I do.” He smiles smugly, crinkling his nose toward the young girl as he fetches his keys from the letting. “Her mom said she might come tonight—maybe in the morning. I can never really predict her, but you’re fine with staying the night just in case, right?”

“I did bring my bag for a reason.” You retort with a playful tease to your tone, swinging the back around as you drop it on the empty loveseat. “You know I don’t have a problem with it.”

“I just—there’s no telling how tonight is going to go.” Eddie admits.

There was no telling how drunk he was going to get—that’s what he means to say. Your eyebrow quirks up in interest and Eddie only shakes his head. There was never any judgment—his life was his life. But, being so young and naive still, it made you wonder how life could really be as you grew older. Eddie seemed to be happy; great friends, nice house, a small but close knit family, he had it all.

Eddie felt the monotony set in the moment he tied himself down to his ex-wife, but being newly single—it had sparked something inside him that wouldn’t die out. Maybe it was an early midlife crisis, a lapse of judgment, but it made him want the things he knew he couldn’t have.

The clues weren’t there initially either. Eddie was as respectful and stern as you expected when you first met, scrutinizing and over-examining every part of your life—you were the secondary protector of his daughter outside of him, it only seemed fair.

But, things took a slow turn as you started to come around more—dinners were occasional, cigarettes out on the porch before you drove home, small talks about what you had to deal with while he was away that soon turned into Eddie being more open with his personal life, and in turn, yours.

There wasn’t a part of his life that was much of a secret anymore—you knew the dirtiest details, the saddest ones. He confided in you a little too easily, but you were just as much at fault for letting it happen.

The first night things shift, you keep telling yourself it’s not actually happening. You had your keys in hand, ready to step out the door until Eddie grasps at your wrist, nodding you back in for a glass of wine, Chardonnay, or whatever the hell he kept around in his cabinet.

“I…don’t drink wine, Eddie.” You say wearily, not complaining about the tug on your wrist as you follow him.

“I forget—you probably like beer, don’t you?” He teases, “At least I did at your age.”

Admittedly, you were twenty one—so it wasn’t like you were doing anything wrong per-say. You had graduated, opted out of college, and made most of your living through odd jobs and nannying—Eddie’s was probably the most stable you’ve been, even if you weren’t a live-in. You saw his daughter nearly everyday, dealt with his chaotic ex-wife as often as he did, and it felt like you had embedded yourself in his life. Eddie couldn’t complain, he liked having you around.

“I—I really shouldn’t.” You say regretfully, twisting the key in your hand. Eddie senses your nervousness, leaning an arm out against his open fridge. “I have to drive home and I—“

“Just one.” Eddie barters, holding up the two frosted bottles, “You don’t have to finish it if you don’t want to.”

You smile slightly, nodding despite your better judgment.

“Fine. One.” You say sternly, “And you still have to pay me for this week, don’t think I forgot.”

“Can you stretch it a week?” He asks, “I promised the little devil I’d get her that guitar she’s been begging for and her birthday is in a couple days.”

“I know.” You tell him obviously, but the smile you return is sweet. “But that’s fine—just, next week for sure. I have to pay rent.”

“Promise.” He grins, a perfect smile that has you clenching your thighs together every time. “Cheers.”

The clink of the bottles is deafening and Eddie moves to the corner of the counter where you take your seat in the barstool, leaning his torso over as he sips at the beer.

Being close wasn’t strange—you’ve sat next to him on the couch, at the dinner table, but the air is so thick you feel it caught in your throat. Your eyes flick up as the bottle tips to your lips, letting out a small giggle as he tips it up with his finger, a small amount of the liquid trickling down the side of your mouth.

You recover with a small cough, shoving at him weakly.

“Hey, that’s not nice.” You say, feigning annoyance. “You’re wasting a perfectly good beer.”

“Sorry,” He lies, taking a long chug of his own before placing it down on the counter. “So, plans for the weekend?”

He asked every week, it wasn’t strange to you. Eddie always seemed genuinely interested, but for some reason, it didn’t feel like that now—and maybe he was just stringing you along to keep you here, but you played into it so well.

You wanted it—maybe not as bad as him, but it was there.

“No,” You say shyly, shaking your head, “Just my bed and a couple movies. Same old thing.”

“No bars? No clubs?”

“Nope.” Your lips pop around the consonant, taking a small slip before shoving the bottle toward the middle. “They don’t interest me.”

“Come on,” He prys playfully, “There’s gotta be something you do for fun, sweetheart?”

And it was the same thing he had called you after a week of taking in the job, a kind endearment that didn’t make you feel any certain way, a sweet way to differentiate from calling you by your name, but it sits on his tongue like sin—begging for you to lick it off, let him defile you the way he desperately wanted to. It wasn’t lost on either of you how tense the air had become—it was Eddie’s web and he had you caught.

And as much as you enjoyed it, tonight just wasn’t the night.

He’d had a bit too much to drink, alcohol dripping from his breath.

“That is fun.” You insist, “Some of us don’t need to go out to the club and relive our younger years to feel good, you know?”

It’s meant with all the care in the world, a playful jab for how insistent he was being in keeping you here tonight, dragging out the conversation instead of getting to the point.

You would’ve been more satisfied if he had just kissed you at the door and let you leave, but then again, this was pretty enjoyable.

“You’ve never seen me play,” Eddie points out, “I think you’d really enjoy it.”

“I’m sure I would,” You agree before shaking your head slightly, “but I wouldn’t be caught dead at that bar.”

Eddie makes a face, a little taken aback at the insult.

“How come?” He asks curiously.

“A bunch of creepy old men who stick around to prey on the younger girls who sit and watch you play—no thank you.”

Eddie laughs through his nose, leaning into your space slightly.

“What about me?” He asks, wide eyes glazed over in a haze.

“Creepy? No.” You assure him. “Old—-eh?”

“I’m thirty six, that hurts.” Eddie pouts slightly.

“So old,” You reinforce, “We should probably put you into a retirement home already.”

“I can promise you, sweetheart.” Eddie says menacingly, bottom lip pulling between his teeth briefly to nip at the skin. “Nothing about me is old.”

Your eyebrows raise in subtle interest, leaning forward slightly.

“I could show you.” He suggests, eyes glancing down at your lips briefly before catching your gaze. He’s close enough that you can feel his breath, see the freckles on his face this close, faint but there. “If you want.”

He can see the gears in your head turning, deciding. But, it quickly fades as you pull back, his lips barely brushing yours.

“I have to go.” You tell him again, insisting more sternly despite how kind your voice sounds. “Eddie, we can’t.”

He looks instantly dejected, pulling back slightly and rubbing at his eyes with the palms of his hands. He’d forget this in the morning surely, his words had been slurring together most of the night and he wouldn’t have acted so boldly otherwise—would he?

“Let me walk you.” He insists, sliding your bottle toward the trash, his own following until the clink to the bottom.

The walk is slow, palpable, his toes on your heels as he hovers behind you. He grabs the door handle before you can reach for it, pulling it open silently.

“Tell her happy birthday for me?” You ask hopefully, knowing you wouldn’t be around in the day despite how much you wanted to be. “Please?”

Eddie nods quietly, lips pursed together in a tight line.

“Yeah, of course.” He assures you. “Goodnight.”

You lean up on your toes as you turn, caution to the window as you press a chaste kiss to his cheek, stubble rubbing against the sensitive skin of your lip. You can feel the sigh Eddie releases as you make contact, his hand coming to rest against your hip gently, a featherlight touch that if you were to have blinked you would surely miss.

“Goodnight.” You smile, words spoken against his skin.

It’s the same touch Eddie reminds himself of as he tightens his hand around his cock that night, stretched out and writhing on his bed in the loneliness of his empty house—and god did he wish you were there to keep him company.

His ex-wife shows up an hour before midnight, a lot more put together than you’d usually expect, but she fetches her daughter without fuss, leaving you to clean up the mess left behind.

It doesn’t take long, only a little over a half an hour—and your immediate thought is to leave, get the hell out of there, enjoy your weekend like you planned, but you still hadn’t been paid for the week prior, and you’d be damned if Eddie didn’t follow through like he promised.

“Hey—“ His voice is soft as he shakes you away, your figure hunched over the arm of the couch where you napped briefly, peering up at him through bleary eyes. You poured slightly, his face becoming clearer by the second, “did she pick her up?”

He looks surprisingly sober, which is unusual for him.

Admittedly, it was a weird night. His mind had been racing all day, he didn’t play as well as he’d wanted, and he spent the entire night hoping you’d still be there when he got home.

At least one thing has gone right for him.

“What time is it?” You ask, avoiding the question.

“A little after midnight.” He tells you, watching as you leaned up from your reclined position, adjusting your clothes and smoothing out your hair as best you could.

“Uh yeah—yeah, an hour ago.” Your speech is slow and spacey, “Why?”

“Well, I figure you would have left already.” Eddie says admittedly, running a hand through his tousled curls, the hairstyle never changed—and you were kind of grateful for it.

You’d seen pictures of him younger, mid-twenties and dating all the way back to his first day of high school—he didn’t look all that different aside from the slight aging in his face, worry lines buried into the corner of his eyes and that light scruff he wore every now and then when he didn’t shave for a week.

“You still need to pay me.” You retort with a tinge of annoyance, holding your hand out expectantly.

Eddie snorts, reaching for his wallet and slapping the fold of bills into your hand. He hadn’t forgotten at all.

“Did you have a good time?” You ask curiously, stuffing the money in your wallet before burying it back into the back placed on the coffee table, kicking your feet up behind you on the cushion as you stared up expectantly.

You could’ve fled immediately after he handed over the cash, but something was telling you otherwise. Eddie frowned slightly but it disappeared as quickly as it came.

“It was alright.” He tells you halfheartedly, “I hope my kid didn’t give you too much of a hard time, she can be a little, uh—“

“She’s never a problem for me.” You assure him.

There’s a long beat of silence as Eddie lingers about, hands shoved in his pocket as he leans against the wall. You hadn’t talked about that night, hadn’t even mentioned it, but it was still heavy on your mind—and hopefully just as heavy on his.

You pat the cushion next to you expectantly, friendly—it wasn’t out of the ordinary or weird, and Eddie doesn’t hesitate as he throws himself down lazily, stretched out at the other corner as he kicks his shoes off and onto the floor, smiling at you like he always did.

“No groupies tonight?” You tease, knowing he’d had a few experiences with them, none of them memorable or positive.

They were always messy and weird and everything he hated.

Eddie mocks a laugh and rolls his eyes slightly, “I shouldn’t have gone out tonight anyways, too much on my mind.”

You give him a skeptical look, turning to him fully with your arms bugged around your legs, chin tucked up by your knees. He tries to ignore how innocent you look, wide eyes and eager, hanging on his every last word.

“You wouldn’t understand.” He excuses, letting out a deep, heavy sigh as he rests his head against the back of the couch, legs spreader unnecessarily wide. Your eyes draw to the stretch in his jeans near his groin, quickly darting up to meet his gaze with a soft smile.

“Try me.” You shrug, tongue poking out slightly between teeth as you bite down gently, “You’d be surprised.”

Eddie huffs again, a mix between a laugh and flippant noise of dismissal, “Come closer.” He suggested, motioning toward the cushion positioned between you two. You crawled forward without question, resuming a similar position. “Are you uncomfortable?”

“No—this couch feels amazing, actually.” You tell him honestly.

“Sweetheart.” He says like a prayer, head tilted down slightly despite how his gaze still stays. “That’s not what I mean.”

And he’s not drunk—stone cold fucking sober, actually. That’s what intimidates you the most, his willingness to do whatever he felt he needed to have you. It wasn’t just the influence of fuzzy inhibitions. It was genuine, selfish want. Something he knew he shouldn’t have, couldn’t have—yet here you were.

“Around you?” You ask, he nods slowly. “Never.”

The touch he returns is careful, fingers wrapping around your ankle gently, rubbing soft touches into the skin. You follow his movements, the silence lingering.

“And now?” Eddie asks quietly, eyes flicking toward you briefly before returning back to his slowly moving hand.

A slow drag of his middle finger up your calf, up under the curve of your knee until he can wrap his fingers around it and widen your legs slightly, arms spilling from where they’re snug and tight around you, forcing you to sit up slightly. There’s no resistance when he pushes your legs apart, eyes darting toward the apex of your thighs. Your breath catches slightly, hands falling behind you in an effort to keep you upright. You’ve never been more thankful than to have chosen a dress on a night like this and Eddie can’t even act like he’s able to keep it together, thin lace panties on display before his very eyes.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks when you don’t answer his first question, your chest rising and falling rapidly at his lingering touch, guiding along the inside of your thigh. The leg that isn’t bracketed against the back of the couch falters to the floor, spreading you so wide that Eddie has no other choice but to rub his fingers over the clothed mound of your cunt, pulling a soft gasp from your chest. “Answer me.”

“Nono,” You rush out embarrassingly quickly, “please, don’t.”

It’s exactly what he wants to hear. Needy, desperate—everything he was feeling just as intensely.

“Have you ever been touched like this?” He asks, words careful and precise, his movements as such, dragging a single finger down the seam, pressing into the growing spot of wetness there.

And you can’t take your eyes off of him, same as he does for you, it’s so much more than admiring your body, rather admiring the way you react to his touches, taking it all in. Your mouth hangs slightly, soft breathy gasp escaping.

You shake your head shyly. As much as you would’ve liked to lie and say you had tons of experience, you didn’t. Most of the time you lied, afraid of the ridicule, but you’d been saving yourself for someone special—and if that was Eddie, so be it.

His finger curves around the barrier of your underwear, forcing it to the side until there’s skin against skin and he feels it, if he wasn’t attempting be so coy he’d make a comment about how wet you already were, but the words are lost on him as he drags a finger through the pool of wetness and presses gently against your clit, unmoving as he watches you.

“Is this okay?” He checks in again. There was never a doubt in his mind, but he needed to ask for reassurance, to know that he wasn’t just dreaming again. “Do you like it?”

You bite harshly at your bottom lip, nodding a fervent yes in response. The heat invades your face, your eyes, practically your entire body as it flushes under Eddie’s gaze. The tension had always been there, but it had finally snapped and you couldn’t help but stare at him now, watching as his face contorted into his own version of pleasure, idly running his open palm over the front of his pants, palming his growing cock as it sat heavy in his jeans.

“Talk to me, sweetheart.” He encourages, “Don’t go shy on me now.”

You giggle softly—it was completely unlike you, knowing you talked his ear off every chance you had, but there wasn’t a single word or thought in your head that made sense right now.

“I’m sorry,” You apologize meekly, “I don’t know what—what to say.”

Eddie smiles warmly, head resting back against the couch as he slips a finger inside you wordlessly, just the beginning of his first knuckle, not enough of an intrusion to make you feel anything.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” He says softly, “how you feel, maybe?”

“Good,” You chirp quickly, “I’m okay.”

His finger pushes in more, breaching past the tight entrance and you gasp, finally breaking eye contact as your head luls back, gaze caught on the ceiling as he moves slowly, pulling his finger out gently before pushing back in—it’s torture, count throbbing with every movement he made. You could hear the soft ruffle of fabric, metal against metal and a zipper being undone and when you finally have the courage to look up, you’re not sure you’ll ever recover.

It’s not the first dick you’ve seen and you’re not sure it will be the last, but you can’t help staring and taking it all in. They’re never pretty or enticing or enough to make your mouth water—but with Eddie, that’s all out the window.

He’s thick, cut, and everything that intimidates you. He’s confident in the way he holds him, let’s spread wide as his hands come down to cup his balls gently before traveling up his shaft, squeezing over the sensitive head.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He coos, pulling his working fingers out to glide over your clit, rubbing soft and timid circles until you’re moaning out his name—it’s like music to his ears. “You’ve really never done anything?”

“I’ve—I’ve kissed boys.” You admit, “And girls—but never, never—“

“Never let them touch you,” He finishes for you, “have you?”

You nod, affirming his statement.

“Can I have you?” He asks softly, voice sweet and dripping with adoration, “I want you to be sure, don’t lie to me.”

And you can’t even properly describe how badly you’ve wanted him. It felt like crossing a line—like sleeping with your boss, but lust wins you over.

You nod slowly, “Yes. Just—I don’t know what I’m doing, not really. I don’t want to screw anything up.”

“There’s not much to it,” He comforts, removing his hand from your aching cunt and grabbing your own hand, guiding it over his dick, pulling his shirt up slightly where the tip rests against his lower stomach. You always forget how toned he is, how well he takes care of his body, always hiding himself under his work clothes and suits, “I’ll talk you through, okay?”

“Okay.” You answer, letting him squeeze your fingers around the shaft, dragging your hand up slightly before pulling back down, creating a slow rhythm. He grunts softly, eyes half-lidded as he continues the motion until he thinks you’ve got it, resting his hand over your thigh, traveling up until he can squeeze at the curve of your hip, feet tucked under you as you lean over his lap slightly. It’s like soft velvet against your even softer fingertips—Eddie notices the difference immediately, used to his horrible calloused hands all worked and worn out from his jobs, the joints aching with age. It gets the job down, but it’s never as good as this. Ever.

It does grow boring though—not that you didn’t enjoy every soft sound and subtle face that Eddie made when you squeezed him a little too harshly or teased your thumb over the head of his cock, swirling through the oppulescent precome heading at the tip.

“Can I—“ The words catch in your throat when his eyes lick on, peeking out from under his previously closed eyelids.

He sees the way you glance toward his dick, smiling at your bashful awkwardness and nods, “If you ask nicely, that is.”

He’s only teasing, but he loves watching you squirm, trying to find the courage to ask for what you want. You’re always so confident, sure of yourself—it’s one of the reasons Eddie adored you so much, there was never any doubt with you. He never had to worry.

“Please?” You retort playfully, watching as Eddie’s grin grew wider, “Please, Eddie?”

He nods, urging you down between his spread legs, forcing his jeans down further until he can remove them fully, letting you settle until you're comfortable.

You expect it to feel a little awkward, peering up at him as he does down to you, cock still heavy in your hand as he pushes your hair away, gathering it into his hands skillfully—but truthfully, the feeling never approaches.

You’ve talked to your friends about it before, seen small clips in porn, and none of it ever really made sense, and especially not now as you’re sitting between his legs, staring at his dick and hoping that you weren’t about to make a complete full of yourself.

“Don’t laugh.” You tell him, a small pout forming on your face.

“Never, sweetheart.” He comforts you, free hand rubbing the underside of your chin, following as your lips draw forward, closing over the head of cock, swirling your tongue testingly over the tip, through the slit to taste the salty slick of him that had formed there. Eddie groans softly, the first real noise he’s made all night, face scrunching up in concentration as he cradled your head, hair and all, as you moved your way down, taking him sparingly into your mouth until your lips connected with the hand you had around him, covering what you couldn’t reach.

“That’s it.” He compliments, “Fuck, that’s perfect.”

You barely acknowledge him, but given how hard you were trying to concentrate on not fucking up, he understood. His words flowed freely, openly, and once they started they never stopped.

“Look at you, so pretty with my dick in your mouth.” Eddie says softly, pulling your chin forward slightly from where he had a tight grip on your face, forcing you deeper. You gagged slightly, breathing through your nose. “Hold it, sweetheart. I know you can.”

If you weren’t so eager to please, you would’ve pulled away immediately, but you allow him to hold you there, cock heavy on your tongue until you can’t take it anymore, pulling away with a harsh gasp, lips shining obscenely as you stared up at Eddie.

It’s the same look he had the first time he met you, but a sharp edge of something more, something dangerous.

“Stand up,” He instructs, a guiding hand running along your thigh as you go, fingers delving under your dress to pull at your underwear, slipping the fabric down your legs carefully. He flips the fabric of your dress up, dragging the soft surface of his lips along your upper thigh, eyes following you the entire way, “good, sweetheart—can I taste you?”

You nod quickly, hands cautiously running over the top of his head and through his thick curls, whimpering soundly at the way he chuckles, deep and gruff against your cunt, raising your leg over his shoulder carefully, his hands resting at your back to steady you.

It’s like scolding hot fire with the first touch, his tongue delving deep and running up your cunt, ghosting along your clit as he bites playfully at your folds, looking up at you sparingly to gauge your reaction.

You couldn’t even act like you were able to keep it together, moaning unabashedly as the hands in his hair soon traveled down his back, body curling over him slightly as he made it his mission to torture you relentlessly, sucking at your sensitive clit until you’re softly tapping at his back, silently begging for a break while the words are still caught in your throat.

“Tapping out already?” He teases, squeezing the soft globes of your ass. You shake your head defiantly, peaking his interest

“I want you,” You tell him coyly, “I’ve been thinking about it and—“

“Oh, hey—“ He soothes, “That’s special, you don’t have to give that to me, sweetheart. You’ve already given me plenty.”

Another defiant head shake, shoving his hands away as you took a careful seat on his lap, his eyes following you intensely, arms held out at his side as you seated yourself against his cock, the heat of your cunt striking his body with the reality of this situation.

“No, you don’t get to do that.” You tell him, noticing the concerned look on his face, “I’m capable of making my own decisions.”

Eddie smiles slightly, reaching up to cradle the side of your face tenderly. He can see the subtle pout on your face, bottom lip poking out slightly—and he feels the overwhelming want to kiss you, force it off of your face. So, he does.

And he kisses with a forcefulness you’ve never felt—he’s not timid or unsure. Eddie’s confident, given his experience, he had no reason to doubt himself. You whimpering softly, his teeth pulling your bottom lip in, tongue sneaking its way in and tasting the saltiness of himself on you. He pulls away briefly, nose bumping yours.

“One problem, sweetheart,” Eddie starts regretfully, “I don’t have any condoms—I’m not really used to using them anymore.”

You shake your head fervently, “That’s not a problem.” You assure him, “Trust me.”

You didn’t need to explain and Eddie didn’t feel the need to ask—it wasn’t hard to piece the information together. But god, he’s never been more thankful for modern medicine.

“You sure?” Eddie asks again, lips grazing yours as he speaks, chin resting against his fingers, rubbing delicately at your skin. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Eddie,” You chide softly, “I want you to fuck me.”

He laughs at that, your boldness startling him slightly.

And he doesn’t need to be told more than once, taking control of the situation as he lifts your hips, bracing you over the head of his cock, allowing you to ease down at your own pace. It’s nothing like you were expecting, more of a dull sting if anything—but the filling of fullness, it’s overwhelming.

You rock your hips gently, watching as Eddie’s eyes fell to the place where you were joined with him, dress lifted up slightly as he reached for your clit, rubbing gentle circles to distract your wandering mind—and it works perfectly, gasping when you feel him deep, buried inside you as the back of your thighs hit his lap.

“God, you’re fucking perfect.” He comments idly, eyes falling shut as he leaned back—and it’s infuriating that you can’t see his chest, hidden behind the buttons of his shirt; a ridiculous black button up, making him look well beyond his years. You yank at the buttons with steady hands until the skin peeks through and you can shove the shirt off his shoulders, hands placed firmly against his chest.

You’ve never seen his tattoos this close, not that you could focus much now, but your hand closes over the one of his chest and your blunt fingertips dig into the skin as you lift your hips and seat yourself just as swiftly, punching a ragged groan from the both of you.

“Knew you’d be this good,” Eddie admits, “Thought—thought about it every fucking night.”

“Oh?” You challenge softly, “Tell me?”

Eddie nods, though the struggle to remain cool is evident on his face, losing his focus every time you clench around him, grunting with every little movement you make.

“Just like this,” He admits, “taking me so fucking well, too.”

You nod in agreement, humming as you leaned forward to drag your lips along his jawline, “Like…I was made for you?” You ask teasingly, giggling at his airy groan.

“You’re fucking devious,” Eddie retorts, “not nearly as innocent as I thought you’d be.”

His hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you impossibly deeper, closer, and you can’t bother to keep yourself upright, letting him do the work, hips snapping into you with force.

“What—what do you mean?” You stammer through broken gasps, “I’m so innocent, Eddie.”

“Not a chance,” Eddie disagrees, eyes squeezing tight as he buried his face into your neck, sucking a faint bruise into the skin, “be honest with me.”

“I wasn’t—wasn’t lying.” You respond, words dying out on a desperate plea, his hand snaking between you both, rubbing insistent circles over your clit. “I don’t do this stuff—was waiting for the right person, you know?”

Eddie nearly comes then, panting desperately into your skin.

“You think I’m the right person?” Eddie asks redundantly, given your current situation—that was pretty goddamn obvious.

“Your cock is inside me, what do you think?” You ask playfully, eyebrows furrowing in anguish as Eddie makes a quick pass over your swollen bundle of nerves, driving you over the edge unexpectedly, clinging to Eddie out of instinct, letting him rock you through the duration of your orgasms until he’s coming deep inside you, legs shaking as he groans pitifully.

And despite his obvious exhaustion, he retorts a snarky, “I think I’m the perfect person, sweetheart.”

You smile, leaning forward to press a sloppy, passionately filled kiss against his lips, nodding slightly at his response.

“Same time next week?” You ask cheekily and Eddie chuckles in response, biting gently at your shoulder at your obvious playfulness.

Eddie hums thoughtfully, “How about tomorrow?”

And even if you had plans, they diminished into thin air, offering Eddie an affirmative smile.

Please consider a reblog if you enjoyed this fic! It’s makes a huge difference. ♡

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #my writing #1kfic

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changingplumbob · 27 days

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Pancakes Household: Chapter 9, Part 7

The household grows but probably not in the way you were expecting

Nicknames: Bob = Sleek, Eliza = Jumble

Our first snowfall of the season! Fergus will have his birthday party after school and while Eliza is taking the day off to clean Bob has an alternate plan.

Bob: *to dust bunny* Well hello friend! Oh you’re adorable, have some dust

Onyx: What are you doing

Bob: Trying to befriend the dust bunny, isn’t it cute?

Onyx: Uhhh sure… But won’t mother just vacuum it up

Bob: I think, if I can win it over, it will become resistant to the vacuum

Onyx: *grumbles dramatically* I try to understand science and they just keep changing it

Bob: Hey everybody, who here is in the grips of winter? It’s meant to be autumn, but we still got a dusting of snow this morning, it is beautiful out there

Drone: *Chimes*

Bob: New follower sound? Welcome to the chaos new buddy. You probably know I’m Bob since it’s in the title of the video. I’m a professional chef who has self published 3 cookbooks. I’m still working on establishing myself so I try to share my cooking and baking adventures, alongside the fitness I do to balance out all the cooking and baking I eat *laughs*

Ta da! Perfect pie!

Livestream finished, Bob sneaks back to the bedroom while Eliza is still busy upstairs. The dust bunny greets him and is happy to receive some more dust and pets.

Bob: I shall call you Dusty and you shall be mine and you shall be my Dusty

The dust bunny chirps in approval, solidifying the friendship. Dusty is here to stay! Now Bob just needs to get up the nerve to let Eliza know.

Gathering his courage and the laundry he goes to see Eliza and attempts to speak over the vacuum.

Bob: So Jumble, don’t be alarmed if you see a dust bunny in our room. His name is Dusty

Eliza: Bob!

Bob: What? I’m in an adoptable mood, blame the watcher!

Eliza: *mumbles* sure

Bob: It will bring us simoleons

Eliza: *hears clink of money* Simoleons? I guess it can stay, but Sleek not where visitors will see

Trying to help out Onyx, Bob decides to take Ginger for a run so his teen can enjoy the party after school. Ginger is thrilled to spend time with her favourite person again. Did I mention they became companions earlier because I meant to! The sun seems to have wiped away the snow but it is still cold out, Bob might have to change his active wear. He gets Ginger home and in the gate when something catches his eye across the road…

Bob: What are you doing out here?

Dog: *whines* freezing my paws

Bob: It’s cold, did you get lost?

Dog: *yaps*

Bob: How about a treat huh? A good snack always makes me feel better

The dog happily accepts and hungrily gobbles down the treat.

Bob: I can’t just leave you out here. We best get you to the vet to check for a microchip. Will you let me pick you up

Dog: *yaps* of course, you look like a walking pillow

We went to the vet and no microchip. They did a search and there were no reports of missing dogs matching her description in the area. Still in his adoptable mood Bob said he would take her home, naming her Strawberry.

Bob: Good job keeping quiet, now we need to give you a bath

Strawberry looks at him quizzically.

Bob: We don’t want to give mother any reason to say you can’t stay so we’re going to show her you’re clean and healthy. Think we can do that?

Strawberry: *yaps* You bet ya dad

Scrub -a – dub – dub, bubbles in the tub!

Bob: We’ll dry you off then I should have it around here somewhere… Ginger didn’t want it but I’m sure you can use it

Eliza: BOB! Why is there another dog in our living room

Strawberry: *yaps* are you my mother

Eliza: Bob? Oh you are pretty cute aren’t you *pets*

Strawberry: *yaps* Dad gave me matching bows

Bob: Her name is Strawberry, she was out there in the cold so-

Eliza: Oh, I don’t like to think of any animal in that, you did the right thing Bob. Has she met Ginger

Bob: Uh, don’t think so

Eliza: Go to the kitchen Strawberry, you’ll find her in there

Strawberry: *yaps* Yes mother, right away mother

Bob: I wasn’t sure how you’d react

Eliza: We have the space and I know dogs help you stay happy, how could I say no

Bob: I... I love you Eliza

Eliza: I know. Right back at you *kisses*

Ginger is relaxing when Strawberry approaches. Ginger is confused, where did she come from?

Strawberry: *yaps* hello sister, I am… uh… I think dad said Strawberry

Ginger: *barks* dad does love his food

After some introductory sniffing the pair playfully lick each other’s faces

So not so fun story, my game is not great at starting events just now so Fergus blew out his candles half an hour after the party was scheduled but ten minutes before the event began. So with that bumpy start welcome to teenagerhood Fergus! If you don’t know when my sims reach teen they roll one of their parents traits. Looks like Fergus is going to be materialistic just like his mother. New likes include flower arranging while dislikes include rascals, only time will tell how this will affect his friendship with Artemisia. Oh, and he also rolled the Strangerville Mystery aspiration!

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#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #simblr #my sims #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #R0904 #ElizaPancakes #BobPancakes #FergusPancakes #OnyxPancakes

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kickthecan-revolution · 8 months

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When I let go of Elaine, I knew it was because I’d gone as far as I could go with her. I needed a different kind of spiritual tap that she for me, didn’t offer. Through a number of circumstances, I’ve decided to hire an intuitive coach- so many things point toward it being the right decision. I’m a little afraid but mostly focused on trusting my intuition and staying open.

Amanda (my vet’s technician) met me at the spot where I found the cats, along with the other foster. I brought the ppl living there a bunch of food and water. Both cats came out immediately and let us touch them, a good sign. They are older compared to their sister, definitely from a first litter. About 6 months. We got the girl - they named her Minnie (!!!)- who Amanda took with her. Ben (the husband of Teresa who live in the encampment and are the technical owners of the cat) was resistant in us taking the brother, they want to keep at least one, but did agree to let us get him neutered and the mom, spayed. My first reaction was “fuck that just take them” but I was struck with the respect Amanda had for them. Homeless people often take incredible care for their pets, so I realized how judgmental I was being. I still think I can get them to change their mind (with money) but I’m going to follow Amanda’s lead, she has a ton of experience with the homeless and their pets and said the boy looks really good. That he may not have a long life, but he’ll have a good life there if they say to bring him back. So I’ve made my peace with that. I’m working from home this week but will go early and trap him, then bring him up North to where the vet is.

Peach is the sweetest. My nickname for her is Muscles because she’s little, but strong. Keeping her might mean I put Bud in danger of activating her feline leukemia so I’m going to send her to Liz, the foster this week to keep socializing her and she’s bonded to me but is still young enough to bond to other humans and that increases her chances of adoption. I never thought to have three cats, and if I did, my third would be an orange cat. But I’ve asked for a specific sign and if it arrives, I’ll keep her. If not, she’s find another place I feel peaceful about all of it now.

In work news, the launch went well, it was the best training stores had received in years and I don’t really care about any of it. Which is just more validation that I’m moving on.

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yourwinchesterbros · 1 year

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➰ Mood board of Tig and Beth’s first encounter with eachother ➰ @witchthewriter

A head cannon which ended up to be more of a drabble.. I let this one get away from me a little bit, oops! Got caught up in that Tiggy love!

You pull up to the animal rescue on your Harley. You chose to ride today purposely for insurance; you were not bringing a dog home today, just looking to see if some pup in there, needed a home for the future.

Upon entering the building, you’re escorted to the kennels. You’re left there to interact with those available. Luckily there weren’t many dogs here, only a few searching for a home.

It brought you comfort knowing Charming had somewhat a good reputation for animal care, as most of these pups were little guys that had escaped from their backyards. Surely their owners would find them resting here.

You hear a roar approaching, sounds like a shitty car. You peer out the window to see a charcoal van pull up.

Hmm, drop off?

To your surprise , you see a tall man possessing wild straggly hair, with dark shades on get out of the vehicle. He’s kinda cute.

You trace his figure and audibly gasp. He’s wearing a kutte, Sons of Anarchy

He slides the van door open, to which he pulls out an absolute unit of a dog. A Rottweiler.

Is this thug is leaving his dog here?

Wouldn’t be surprising as he is a criminal. You quickly look away , not wanting to draw attention to yourself. You know very well what the sons are capable of, they’re not known for being the good guys.

“ I just picked her up from the vet , she’s in good shape now..” his voice drifted through the facility as he spoke with the man up front.

“No seriously man, I need to make sure she finds a good home, you gotta call me if anyone wants her…”

You strain your ears as his words suddenly pique your interest.

You jump as the door swings open to the back, where you stand.

There he is, striding in, with her on the leash.

“Oh sorry doll, didn’t mean to scare yah, she’s really friendly”

“Oh, I wasn’t scared of her” you respond quickly, analyzing his kutte once more.

His face shifts, a smirk growing across his face.

“Hey, I don’t bite either sweetheart… well maybe sometimes I do” he chuckles.

You roll your eyes, trying your best to suppress your own grin.

“She is a beautiful girl, can I say hi?”

He takes his shades off and clasps it to his kutte. His pericing blue eyes nearly rock you.

“Absolutely, come say hi, she needs more exposure to friendly people, poor girl was almost killed”

Your jaw drops as you approach the rottie, kneeling to your knees, the dog instantly takes to you, rubbing her face in your hands.

“What do you mean!?” You think the worst, did the sons use her for protection?

You baby talk her as he explains.

“I found her in the backyard of a dog fighting ring, she was left in the dumpster” his voice is deep, gruff, clearly holding back anger.

“What the fuck? Why were you at a fight ring?” You question him, your brows furrowing.

“I mean I could tell yah… but-”

“Then you’d have to kill me, alright I get it. I was born at night, but not last night”.

He cackles at your witty remark.

“So I scooped her up, took her straight to the vet and she’s been there for the past week but this babygirl is all ready for a new home”

Before you can filter yourself, the words come out

“Why wouldn’t you just keep her? I mean you saved her”.

“Doll, trust me. If I could, I would. I already have a pittbull at the clubhouse that I saved a few months ago, my brothers would kill me if I brought another. But don’t worry, I’m making sure she goes in good hands”.

He turns to stare at the owner, brows raised. You hadn’t even realized he was standing there.

“Don’t worry Tig, I’ll make sure” he holds his hands up in surrender.

“Your damn right” he points a finger at him.

You’re in disbelief, gazing down at this beautiful dog who’s spent her young years fighting for her life over blood money.

You shake your head, trying not to let any tears slip.

“Bastards” you whisper.

“Yeah, they are but I make my annual visits there now. Population is less and less each time I go”

“Less dogs?” You look up at him.

“Oh no sweetheart, less men” he smiles down at you “I usually end up bringing a couple of them into the woods” he says ever so casually, his eyes dark.

Through your sudden shudder, you suck on your teeth.

“Alright, maybe you’re not so bad after all” you murmur. You don’t necessarily agree with murder, however you have a deep hate for animal cruelty. It’s good enough a reason in your opinion.

He gazes at you.

“Thanks doll, I don’t hear that often, it’s nice”.

You two share a moment, analyzing each other. His eyes, his dark facial hair, the many scars that have been embedded into his tough skin.

You look down at the Rottweiler, who stares up at you with big loving eyes.

“What’s her name?”

He sighs. “She doesn’t have one.”

You look over at the owner. “Well don’t just stand there, get me the paperwork. I’m taking this baby home” you say sternly.

You look back at Tig. He mouth slightly parted.

“Of course if that’s alright with you… Tig”

He looks at you with utmost appreciation.

“Hell yeah it is” he beams back at you before looking at the owner once again.

“Well get moving man! She doesn’t have all day” he demands, startling him to quickly rush to the front.

“Alright girl, you’re coming home with me” you say to the four legged baby before you.

Tig kneels down, giving her one more kiss and face squeeze before passing the leash over to you. He stands back up, staring down at her, resting his hands on his hips, his lip tight.

You chew the inside of your cheeks, wondering if you’ll regret saying this “Hey.. if you wanna visit her sometime.. I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed” you drawl out.

His gaze snaps up to you “Really? You have no idea how much I’d love that. I’d even bring Mister, my rescue over with me, to play with her”

“Alright then, it’s a date” you smile at him, feeling panic suddenly rise, you quickly rephrase yourself “uhm a puppy play date” you chuckle nervously.

Am I making a move on an outlaw right now?

“Nah, it’s a date” he winks at you.

You look down, trying to conceal the sudden flush in your cheeks.

“Oh shit” you realize that you brought your bike, not exactly a good travel method for a big dog.

“What?“ he furrows his brows “Ah shit, I’m sorry, that was totally creepy of me to say, I mean, I just met you” He presses his palm to his eyebrow.

You laugh “No no, I mean I rode here today, my car is at home”. You smile at him trying to suppress your giggles.

“Oh… OH.. okay I see.. wait hold up, that’s your bike?” He points his thumb over his shoulder, eyes wide.

“Yeah it is” you grin. You can’t deny, it is a sexy ride.

“Well shit, who’s the outlaw now” he chuckles.

In agreement, Tig followed behind you, in the van with the dog in the passenger seat, until you both reached your house.

You kill your engine and swing off the bike removing your helmet as Tig slides the van door open, letting out your newest family member.

He passes you her leash, and she sits right at your side.

“Alright doll, I guess this is it. I never got your name?”

“It’s Beth” you reach out to shake his hand. He ignores it, and pulls you in for a hug.

“Thanks for taking her, it really means a lot” he says gruffly.

“It’s truly my pleasure, now go take care of more those bad guys… Baloo and I will be here, when you’re ready for our date”

He smiles at you before looking down, trying his best to conceal his sudden flurry of butterflies.

“Baloo is it?”

You nod, gazing down at the sweet beast below you. You briefly watch her absorb the nature around. Probably her first time feeling at peace.

“Yeah she’ll take good care of you” he whispers. With a swift move of his hand running through his hair, he turns to the van before looking back at you two.

“Does tomorrow work?” He asks, sliding his shades back on.

“Yeah, it sure does” you nod, with a grin.

He stares at you a moment longer, before shaking his head, his smile still there.

“Darling, you’re different. You’re just my kind of girl”

He fires up the Chevy and pulls out of your driveway before you can say anything else.

And Just like that, your life changed.

One visit to the pound and you come back home, with a rottweiler and a outlaw.

#sons of anarchy #soa #soa imagine #samcro #fanfic #tig trager #moodboard #strangers to lovers

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boyfrienby · 2 years

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we euthanized my cat at home

on my dad's bed.

it started with a single checkup.

cancer, inoperable. causing irreparable pain

it had been causing pain for a while

"cats are so good at hiding pain," see,

and "we don't exactly know what causes this."

when i was a kid, my mom had a cat

the tiniest, meanest cat imaginable.

when she was 4 months old, her leg was shattered.

the fear and pain she went through made her mean.

the cage she had to stay in to heal stunted her growth.

when it happened, my mom had to make a decision;

"we can fix this, for $3000 dollars. we can euthanize her if you can't pay."

my mom had this tiny, breakable thing, in indescribable pain, and had to choose.

$3000 was a heartbreaking amount of money for us at the time. having $3000 at all would have changed our lives.

my grandma paid the bill.

we adopted my girl at 6 weeks old.

she was so tiny, soft, easily damaged.

the first few weeks in her strange new home,

she slunk under the cedar chest in the living room.

there couldn't have been more than an inch of space under there,

watching her shimmy and shift her tiny body under it was incredible.

they say cats can fit into a space no wider than their heads,

it's because of how their collarbones and shoulders are set up.

they're like a liquid,

they fill any shape they want to,

so i guess, likewise,

they absorb any blow with the surface tension of tides at sea.

i had this tiny, breakable thing suddenly.

she was always my sister's cat.

we adopted her alongside her brother.

they were pair bonded, they needed each other,

and when i chose him, the woman who fostered them since birth

became almost to the brink of tears

at the idea that we'd only take him.

they needed each other, we had to take both.

we intended to adopt one for each myself and my sister.

but the woman who had fostered them was so intensely stricken, she cut the adoption fee in half for his sister.

she was the freebie cat, the hideaway, the one who was too afraid to deal with us,

while her brother was the star that shown.

my dad and i spent so much affection on him those first years,

that naturally my sister cared for the one left out.

she ran away a couple of times.

i always went out to find her.

one time she'd gotten outside, and stayed out for six days on her own.

i went out every few hours to look for her.

i finally found her, afraid, cold, hungry,

laying right in the open in our apartment parking lot.

she saw me and ran.

a wild animal, with only instinctual sense of the wild, and not a learned one.

it took ninety minutes of slowly following her,

tempting her with food, treats, companionship,

for her to stop running. she took my food,

and remembered she was home.

she let me scoop her up and take her there.

she didn't run away anymore after that.

in the vet's office, after receiving the bad news,

left alone by the vet who knew we would need time,

discussing options, trying not to sound too heartless in our talks about costs and money,

i told my dad, "call adrianne.

"it's as much her choice as ours. it's her cat."

goddamn this happening two days before thanksgiving,

when the vet would be closed.

it could only be today or tomorrow.

they were about to close for four days.

the vet said,

"we can poke a hole in her abdomen,

to drain the urine,

and send her home for tonight on sedatives.

she'd be pretty loopy,

and you could take her back here tomorrow..."

it wasn't a question of how much time we had left.

it was a question of how much longer we were willing to prolong it.

i told my dad to call adrianne.

when he makes calls, it goes through his hearing aids.

and though i couldn't hear her softly through the other line, i knew she was sobbing.

as the adult son of a father you've spent so much time with,

you don't have to hear the conversation to know when his daughter is sobbing.

i had said, maybe if we bring our girl home tonight,

adrianne can come say goodbye.

i knew it was hollow to say that.

my sister lives 125 miles away now.

i'm glad i didn't have to make that call.

she couldn't come.

i told them i needed some air

i left the clinic, and sat on the curb.

it was closing time, the vets remaining inside

were checking on us between working on paperwork.

i was raised by my dad,

and so we were both apologetic about how long our grief went on.

it's november. it's already fully dark at 6:45.

a vet tech, going home for the day,

one i hadnt seen before at all,

says "i'm very sorry."

i say "thank you."

choosing between the prolonged suffering of a loved one,

and letting them pass on is impossible.

the entire time we went home on the bus,

i wondered if maybe, miraculously, she could just get better.

maybe the cancer in her bladder would suddenly pop out when we got home,

like a cork,

and her suffering would go away,

so we could cancel the euthanasia we scheduled at home.

we just wanted to take her home one last time.

when we got home, i cleaned.

i gave only one of my cats their daily meds. i wanted my girl to enjoy her food without the taste of pills one more time.

she only ate a quarter of her meal, so i gave her her favorite treat.

she ate it halfheartedly,

dripping scraps she wouldn't pick up.

i thought to myself,

"the animal grim reaper is coming to our house."

i cleaned to make us look less like animals ourselves.

i cooked my dad and myself dinner.

i kept thinking, is it awful of me to feel so hungry?

they would be here at 9:30.

they texted me at 8:30, saying they'd be here at 9.

she was allowed in my dad's room for this.

she usually wasn't.

he kicked himself, over and over,

about what an asshole he'd been to deny her being in his room all this time,

because of something she couldn't control.

i don't know if i can tell him that

one of the last experiences i had with her today, pre-vet visit,

was catching her in my room,

and scolding her as i scooped her into my arms,

and set her outside the door that i closed on her.

she was in my dad's bed,

purring in the way she does.

she's always been a motorboat,

or a monster truck engine.

she was so loud, and she'd start up the second you just looked at her.

she was laying with her brother, right next to each other,

no conflict between them,

and she purred the second we came in.

we cooed over her, and held her, and cried.

and he said,

"it's like the animal grim reaper is coming."

the euthanasia nurse got there too fast for us to process.

she was so soft spoken and gentle-voiced,

that my dad couldn't hear a word of it.

even as an adult, i've rarely seen my dad cry. never more than this day.

she explained,

she would inject our cat with a powerful sedative.

it'd hurt for a few seconds.

she'd be shocked by the injection.

she'd go limp within a few minutes.

at that point, she would be alive, but unconscious. unable to feel or experience a thing.

her eyes would still likely be open.

then she would inject the euthanasia.

she would die in seconds.

when she injected the sedative, my girl ran around. she was afraid.

i was crying too hard to handle it.

i held her against the bed. she was so scared.

i felt her start to go limp in my arms and miscalculated.

as soon as i moved away from my grip on her, she ran again.

when she ran away those six days, i was worried sick.

i was terrified for her. she was still the shutaway cat, afraid of people.

i was afraid of her getting hit by a car,

or eaten by coyotes,

or mauled by raccoons.

i went out in the dark more often than the day.

i waved cans of her favorite food,

the stuff she'd devour in seconds.

i knew there were feline personality types:

her type, inquisitive, scared, restless,

was bound to travel the furthest.

but i found her right near home.

she let me take her home again.

and after that, she was less of a shut-away.

she opened up and bloomed.

she became happier and friendlier than ever.

when she ran in my dad's bedroom,

he caught her.

he held her in his arms,

and said all the ways he loved her.

he wasn't trying to hide his sobs at this point

the euthanasia vet stood respectfully in the hall,

which i neglected to clean.

i realized that that was for psychology's sake.

they needed to give us the space of the room to ourselves.

between every monologue about what would happen,

the signing of papers,

the sedation, and then,

the euthanasia itself.

they stood in that hall

to give us the space we needed.

my coworker used to be a vet tech.

he quit because of all the dead bodies.

but he's told me that in veterinary degrees,

you're required to take a course on grief counseling.

crisis management.

psychology.

you can't work with animals without an understanding of those core tenets,

because the animals don't have voices,

the humans do.

my dad held her in his arms and sobbed.

and he apologized,

and he told her how he loved her.

he told her he loved that when he got home from work,

she sat in his lap like a ritual.

no matter what place or how she got to sit there,

she had to, and how it made space in her day for her.

he told her he loved how she always grabbed us from a perch to get petted.

she would reach out her paws no matter what we were doing, guiding us to scratch her.

he held her, sobbing, back turned to me and the outsider, spectre of death in the room,

in a kind of confessional.

between crying, i looked up,

and she was looking at me, head rested on his shoulder,

slowly going dimmer by the second.

i think that's when i actually realized,

she wasn't going to suddenly get better.

i had known she wouldn't for hours at least,

probably weeks,

maybe months, if i'm being honest,

but it's the moment i could fully conceptualize it,

in its true and honest state,

that she was going to die.

as she went limp, my dad said, "i don't want this"

he said "i wish i wasn't the one doing this."

his name was on the consent sheet.

he signed it.

and again, i was glad i wasn't the one

who had to make that call.

even though i had been the one to urge it.

she was asleep. her eyes were open.

she was breathing. the euthanasia nurse held back. we had to tell her what to do next.

she waited.

she was on the bed, the pee-pad under her, in case.

of course, in death you let go of your bladder.

she didn't. she couldn't.

we both finally said it was time.

the nurse injected the euthanasia.

she said, in her softspoken voice,

if we didn't want to look, to look away.

my dad didn't hear her. he watched

i cried, and i refused to see it.

but he watched.

he told me afterward how hard it was to watch.

he told the euthanasia nurse the happy times.

he told her the bad times.

he told her about a lot.

he hugged me while i sobbed.

and i left the room to get tissues.

i met my other cat on the way,

and was fully struck by the fact that,

him, with his separation anxiety,

and inability to conceptualize death,

how on earth he would cope with that loss.

i sat with him a second,

hearing the hum of my dad's voice,

worrying that the nurse

would be late to her next appointment.

i went back to the room,

dead cat on the bed,

and my dad was finally able to decide it was time.

the nurse wasn't going to take her until we had a chance to see her away.

she gently lifted her head and eased her limp body up,

and wrapped her in a baby blanket.

it looked so soft and cozy that she could have been sleeping.

she asked if he wanted to carry her outside.

and he did.

wrapped in that blanket,

and for a split second i saw her eyes.

she always loved to watch the snow.

she was fascinated by it.

she'd stand by the window for hours, and stare.

she didn't get to see the snow this year.

but today, it was foggy all day.

#animal death #euthanasia #long ass stream of consciousness poem i wrote about this because i needed to. put it down somewhere

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dohomeworkstuff-blog · 3 months

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M2- emptying my head

The coffee is starting to kick in and I will enjoy the feeling for maybe an hour or two because I get woozy and too hyper to be comfortable lol Such a bad habit but I’m so tired without it and tend to get a headache. I choose the warm,black, delicious coffee. Lol

So yep,I deleted my main Facebook page. I have my family one also but am rarely on there. If I did still have my fb,I’d be scrolling aimlessly now and seeing all the same old stuff. Facebook in the older days it seemed people actually talked about themselves and were open but it’s not the same. It’s all memes now and good morning posts, happy birthday posts etc etc and filtered pics day after day ,mostly woman lol How many pics does one person need? It’s crazy.. and the men fill the comments like sniffing dogs or something. Being a woman I know when pics are posed just right or altered but men or most men don’t seem to care. I’ve just been feeling negative energy around there and I’m already stressed from stuff here and my own stuff going on. Added to the stress list is I used a buy now pay later app to get food yesterday! We had no food! I had about $12 bucks and no car or ride and am stuck.. so I got a BK bundle for 3 people. I couldn’t leave 2 others out. One has no money and my sister is already burdened with vet bills. I now owe over $40 made in four payments to this app. For one stinkin meal. I HAD to eat. I had to use a survey site that pays out right away to PayPal and lets you cash out at anytime. I already had $5 in my Chime so I made $7 bucks taking surveys to get a meal and some energy back. I need my meat. Lol The 4th person who lives here feeds herself,has money and is vegan. I felt like I did a little something in my dizzy haze but the reality is now I have to pay off a quick fix meal. Makes me feel so terrible. Ended up last night my sister gave person 3 some money to go to grab a few groceries so NOW there’s food, go figure. Sometimes this happens. Nobody says just hang on, we’re going to get some stuff so don’t buy any delivery anywhere OR give me your card and I’ll grab you a few things. Nah, doesn’t work that way and our communication here leaves a lot to be desired. Being “off the grid” for three days and I’m liking it. The problem is the 2 people I talk too almost daily. A girl friend and a guy friend. Been sort of fading fast from them.. the guy well, I just don’t wanna complain and I will. I’m in a bad funk and don’t want to bring him down and the girl,I’m just closing off. Everytime I open up, her responses rub me wrong lately. Some is her and some is how I’ve been feeling lately. I told her I’m going off the grid but I think she took that as only Facebook as she’s still trying to text me. Person 4 just got up and said “Do you plan on cleaning today?” Sheesh.. I controlled myself and said yes and that person 1 already woke me talking to herself about the house needing an extreme clean. I clean about every other day and I just did but for some reason it gets bad again so fast and we are 4 women. It should not always get this way in one day. It’s insane. Nobody washes their dishes or loads them right away and it piles up. The kitchen is my least favorite house chore. It’s frustrating that it cannot be kept up and then I’m looked at like I’m the culprit of everything house related. Nobody understands how I feel and what I deal with say in and day out. I’m going to go start the kitchen. Put on Tubi for sound and get it going. It’s the hardest room in this tiny house and I like to knock it out first. I’ll be back babbling I’m sure. Happy Saturday though. 😁

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likeadeadbattery · 1 year

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I’m really scared about my uromastyx.

I just feel awful about Penelope (the uromastyx in question.) She’s extremely pale, thin, and doesn’t even really move around anymore. (No, she’s not dead)

She was a pretty scared lizard when I first got her- Penelope would always speed right into her cave if I even so much as approached the tank. Now, if I approach it, she doesn’t even so much as look up. If I lightly stroke her, she’ll just sit there; before, she’d move away and I’d let her be. She definitely isn’t showing signs of being comfy with me either.

Really, I’ve tried everything I can. I’ve looked at many resources and done those things, but nothing has helped. She will eat absolutely NOTHING. No fruit, no veggies, no seeds, N O T H I N G. I’ve tried giving her water, nope. No luck. The most distressing part... she hasn’t eaten since the day I got her... fucking MARCH 5TH OF THIS YEAR...

I’ve thought of bringing her outside because it’s nice and warm out lately. I have a little pen and everything she can hang in. Maybe that would perk her up? She just looks plain sick though.

I can’t bring her to a reptile vet- there are no reptile vets around here, and I have no money. My parents have laughed at me before for asking for help. They certainly won’t spare the money.

She’s not impacted as far as I know- she won’t eat anything, let alone the substrate. The substrate isn’t even the issue here.

I got her at a reptile expo on March 4th. Breeder seemed fine. When she was in the tank there and when she came home, she was perfectly fine. She just.. started to deteriorate. I know it’s something I did. I just don’t know what. Oh lord, I’m a horrible parent to Penelope- I think she is gonna die.

Iirc I have a distant family member who is a vet and could possibly help, but I’m not sure if anything is gonna bring her back at this rate.

I’m not sure if I’m posting this to get it off my chest or ask for help. I just feel like the worst human being and I don’t think there’s any other way I can help.

#uromastyx

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kyra45 · 1 year

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“We really need an urgent help as I need to bring my cat (insert name here) to the vet ASAP because of the ugly rash on her mouth. She’s not been eating since yesterday because of it and it’s making her real uncomfortable! Vet visit might cost around (money) and I don’t have the means to be able to afford it right now because we’re really on a tight budget plus the next paycheck will be on the (insert date here) :(( I can pay it back if ever, please 🙏 I feel like a horrible pet owner because I can’t even provide just a vet visit for (insert name here) 😭😭🐈 please help, even sharing my post if you can’t help financially will definitely mean a lot!”

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#scam #pet donation scam

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thornyrose463 · 1 year

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A Tale Of Three Dojos (Cobra Kai story): Chapter 4

Daniel and Johnny were in a bar.

Daniel talked about his fight against Mike Barnes at the 1985 All-Valley Tournament. “So, that’s when Mr. Miyagi agreed to take me back, and after I beat Barnes, I never saw Silver again, until today.”

“So, let me get this straight. The year after our title fight, they put you straight through to the finals? That's bullshit.” Johnny said.

Daniel sighed. “That's not the point. I'm telling you, Silver knows how to fight. I'm serious. I've seen his methods. I know how his warped mind works. The game has changed. We need to change with it, which is why I need to take over our students' training from now on.”

“Don't start this shit again.” Johnny told Daniel.

“Miyagi-Do defeated Silver last time.” Daniel said.

“Doesn’t mean it's going to work this time. If you're so worried about this son of a bitch, why don't we go down there and kick his ass right now?” Johnny asked.

“Because that's exactly what he wants. Why do you think he showed up at my dojo? Everything he does...” Daniel trailed off.

“Your dojo?” Johnny asked.

“You know what I mean. Silver's a psychopath, all right? You cannot strike first with this guy, trust me. Look, I just want what's best for Miguel and all your students.” Daniel said.

“Oh, so now you know what's best for Miguel, huh?” Johnny asked.

“I'm just sayin'.” Daniel responded.

“You know what your problem is? You think one win by one point thirty years ago makes you better than me.” Johnny said.

“Johnny, I mean...” Daniel trailed off.

“One lucky kick doesn't make you the better fighter. I was Cobra Kai's number one student. If anybody knows how to beat 'em, it's me.” Johnny said.

“Yeah? And how are you going do that? They strike first, you strike firster?” Daniel asked.

“Well, I'm not going to play defense all day.” Johnny responded.

“Worked against Silver and you, remember?” Daniel asked.

“Barely. We both know if we'd fought ten times, I'd have beat you nine!” Johnny yelled.

“We have fought ten times!” Daniel yelled.

The bartender walked up to Daniel and Johnny. “Gentlemen, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to keep it down.”

“Shut the fuck up. Beat it.” Johnny snapped.

The bartender walked away.

“We never fought to the finish.” Johnny said.

Daniel scoffed. “What? Is that what you want, Johnny? To finish the fight?”

“Think you'd beat me again? Prove it. You and me, tournament style. First to three points wins and takes over the kids' training.” Johnny told Daniel.

“You're on.” Daniel said.

“Tomorrow. Sundown on the sparring deck. You'd better not back out.” Johnny put some money on the counter and walked away.

“Oh, I'll be there. Don't you worry!” Daniel yelled.

The bartender walked up to the counter. He counted the money that was on the counter. “This is only three dollars.”

Daniel sighed. “Just…Just put his drinks on my tab and bring me another.”

The next day, Demetri and Hawk were at West Valley High.

Demetri was holding his tablet. He showed Hawk what he had learned about Terry. “Vietnam vet turned businessman. Had a few ups and downs, but still turned out pretty rich. Not much dirt, other than some toxic waste scandal in Borneo back in the 80’s.”

“Sounds like a Renaissance man. How did you find out his name?” Hawk asked.

“I took a picture at the dojo, found an old facial recognition beta test, and tweaked the code to make it compatible with HEIC.” Demetri said.

Moon, her boyfriend, Riley Carter, and Yasmine, walked up to Demetri and Hawk.

Riley had fair skin and blue eyes. His short, straight blond hair was styled in an Ivy League cut. His locks were a little longer on the top, allowing him to spike up his bangs. He was clean-shaven. His body was slender but muscular. He was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt, dark blue denim jeans, and black low-top Vans sneakers with white laces.

Moon and Piper broke up a few weeks ago. Shortly after that, Moon started dating Riley, and Piper started dating a girl named Carly Bennett.

Riley didn’t do karate. He wasn’t involved in any sports.

Carly didn’t do karate. She wasn’t involved in any sports.

Yasmine smiled and twirled her hair. “I love it when you talk nerdy.”

Demetri smiled. “You are both the first and my favourite person to say that.”

Yasmine giggled and kissed Demetri.

Moon looked at Hawk.

“I like the new hue. Purple is the colour of the crown chakra, you know,” Moon said. “It symbolizes enlightenment.”

“Thanks. That’s what I was going for.” Hawk said.

Yasmine sighed. “Bad news. I just found out my dad's wedding is going to be in Sydney.”

“Sydney, Nova Scotia?” Demetri asked hopefully.

“Australia.” Yasmine said.

Demetri frowned. “Oh.”

“Since it's in May, I won't be here for prom or the tournament. But I'll still root for you. Consider me an admirer from afar.” Yasmine told Demetri.

“Hey, I will take whatever I can get.” Demetri said.

“Save me a seat at lunch?” Yasmine asked.

Demetri smiled. “Yeah.”

Yasmine giggled and slapped Demetri’s butt. “Specifically, this one.”

“Oh!” Demetri exclaimed.

“Later, guys,” Riley said as he, Moon, and Yasmine walked away.

“All right, no offense, but I have no idea how you pulled that off.” Hawk said.

“Neither do I.” Demetri said. “I guess I was just myself, and somehow, that worked.”

Sarah, Miguel, and Sam walked up to Demetri and Hawk.

“You guys won’t believe this. My dad got drunk and went on a Twitter rant.” Sarah said.

Sarah was wearing an unzipped black leather jacket, a white t-shirt, black denim jeans, and black ankle-length leather boots. Her naturally straight blonde hair was down. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, and soft brown eyeshadow. Her lip balm was a pretty peach colour.

Sarah joined Twitter a few days after Johnny formed Eagle Fang.

“I believe everything except for the part where he knows how to tweet.” Demetri said.

Miguel took out his cell phone and showed Johnny’s Twitter page to Demetri and Hawk. “Looks like he and Sensei LaRusso are going to have a rematch.”

“They’re really going to fight?” Hawk asked.

“Apparently. Should have seen this coming.” Sam said.

Demetri looked at Miguel. “Who does he even think he's tweeting to? You and Sarah are his only followers.”

Miguel put his phone away.

“I don't know. He seems serious about it.” Miguel said.

“So, this is real? Sensei and Sensei are going to throw down?” Hawk asked.

Miguel nodded. “Mm-hm.”

Hawk smiled. “That's awesome!”

At his dealership, Daniel was sleeping off a hangover.

“Daniel!” Amanda yelled.

Daniel jumped, startled. “Huh? Oh, hey, hon.”

Amanda took out her cell phone and showed Johnny’s Twitter page to Daniel. “Our daughter just sent me this. Anything you want to tell me? I thought you and Johnny were finally past all this.”

“So did I.” Daniel said.

“Well, apparently not. The two of you are about to have a showdown at the Okinawa Corral.” Amanda said.

“Wait. You're going to fight that stronz?” Louie asked.

“I don't know what that means, but are you sure you want to do this?” Anoush asked. “This guy had me in an armbar like he was Royce Gracie and I was...Me.”

“I’ve got to agree with Anoush on this one. Johnny's a bad man. He took down me and two bikers, and I had a bat.” Louie said.

“Okay, guys. Thank you. Appreciate it. Let's go. Come on.” Daniel told Louie and Anoush.

Louie and Anoush left.

Daniel sighed.

“What happened?” Amanda asked.

“Terry Silver happened. He's this certified wack job from my past who has just come back to Cobra Kai.” Daniel said.

“Another one? Seriously, Daniel? Are there any other Cobra Kais from your past who are going come out of the woodwork and destroy our lives?” Amanda asked.

“No. Well, I can't say that for sure.” Daniel said.

“Oh, my God,” Amanda muttered.

“Don't worry, okay? I know I can prepare these kids for whatever Silver's up to. I just need Johnny to step back and give me the reins.” Daniel said.

“Let me guess…You told him as much, he didn't like that, you didn't like that, and this is where you landed.” Amanda said.

“More or less.” Daniel said.

“You’re not actually going to fight him, right?” Amanda asked.

“Of course not. We'll sort this out. We just...” Daniel paused. “The booze got the better of us both. I'm sure he woke up as hungover as I did and realizes how stupid this all is.”

While listening to Survivor’s song Burning Heart on his cassette player, Johnny jogged, broke stacks of bricks, and punched and kicked the ocean.

Daniel was in his mansion.

Daniel walked back and forth. "Hey, Johnny. We both said some things we regret. I…Uh, I'm sorry if I offended you. No, no. Don't apologize. It shows weakness.”

Daniel sighed. “Let's just get this over with.”

Daniel picked up the phone and started pressing on the buttons. He stopped what he was doing when Sam walked into the mansion.

“Hey. Why aren’t you in school?” Daniel asked.

“Uh…I only had study hall left, so I played the cramps card and came home.” Sam said.

“You played the...” Daniel trailed off.

Daniel sighed.

“So, you're skipping class now?” Daniel asked.

“I'm not skipping. I'm just setting my own schedule. What about you? Why aren't you at work?” Sam asked.

“I…Uh, I wasn't feeling well. I had a bit of a rough night.” Daniel said.

“Makes sense. I saw Johnny's tweets. Everybody at school is talking about the fight.” Sam said.

“Oh, great,” Daniel muttered.

“So, what did you do to set him off?” Sam asked.

“What did I do? That guy gets set off by anything, okay? That's the problem here, Sam. I've tried to make this work, and Johnny's impossible.” Daniel said.

“No, he's not. He just has a different style.” Sam said.

“It's not a different style. It's the wrong style. Now is not the time to be aggressive, trust me.” Daniel told Sam.

“Does this have something to do with the guy at the dojo?” Sam asked.

“Yeah. He lured me into Cobra Kai when I was young. It was only through Mr. Miyagi's teachings that I was able to snap out of it, so right now, we have to double down on Miyagi-Do.” Daniel told Sam.

“So, no more Eagle Fang? Johnny's never going to go for that.” Sam said.

“Yeah, so he says. That's how this whole thing started. We were...” Daniel paused. “But don't worry. There's not going to be a fight.”

“Of course not. Miyagi-Do is all about avoiding fights whenever possible.” Sam said.

“Yes, it is, and since when do you have a problem with that?” Daniel asked.

“Since a psycho attacked me with nunchucks. Johnny says that if we keep taking shit, they'll keep coming at us.” Sam said.

“That's what Johnny says? I'm sorry, Sam…Uh…Whose side are you on?” Daniel asked.

“I'm not on anybody's side. I just want to learn both styles so I have twice the techniques if I face Tory at the tournament.” Sam said.

“You sure you can wait that long? Your mom told me about the party. It seems you're doing the instigating.” Daniel said.

“Come on. Compared to what Tory has done, that was nothing.” Sam said.

“I get that. But we don't believe in aggression. That's not how we act.” Daniel told Sam.

“Maybe that's not how you act, but I can make my own decisions.” Sam opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. She opened the bottle. She threw the cap in Daniel’s direction and walked away.

After school, Miguel headed to his and Sarah’s apartment complex. Sarah wasn’t with him. She, Hawk, and Demetri had made plans to hang out at Hawk’s house. Johnny recruited Miguel to help him train, but Miguel was reluctant.

“You going to help me win or what?” Johnny asked.

“Honestly, I wish you weren't fighting at all.” Miguel said.

“Well, too bad, 'cause it's go time. You'll thank me when we're done with the kata crap and I can prepare you for an actual fight.” Johnny said.

“So, if you win, we train Eagle Fang? There's no Miyagi-Do?” Miguel asked.

“You’ve got it, Pontiac.” Johnny said.

“But what if I don't want to stop learning Miyagi-Do?” Miguel asked.

“What the hell are you saying? You want him to win?” Johnny asked.

“No. I...” Miguel paused. “Well, I guess the way I see it, no matter who wins, nobody wins.”

“Somebody always wins. That's how fights work, no matter what ancient philosophical bullshit LaRusso has been feeding you.” Johnny said.

Miguel scoffed. “Okay, Sensei. Well, good luck.”

Miguel walked into his apartment.

At the Cobra Kai dojo, as the students practiced their kicks, Terry talked about the importance of defeating their enemies when it mattered and ordered them to stay focused on their training until the tournament. Disagreeing with Terry’s orders, Kreese told him they needed to talk. Robby came up with a plan to get revenge without fighting.

Daniel was at the Miyagi-Do dojo.

Daniel talked to a picture of Mr. Miyagi. “I didn't want it to come to this. I've tried to do the right thing. I thought if we taught together, we could make the kids stronger. I tried to put aside the past. It's only a matter of time before somebody gets hurt. His ideas are dangerous. For my students, for my daughter, fighting him is the only way to move forward. And if I'm wrong, I just hope that you'll forgive me.”

Daniel began to train.

Kreese and Terry were at an upscale restaurant.

A waitress walked up to Kreese and Terry.

“Can I get you started with something from the bar?” She asked.

Kreese spoke. “Yeah. Cutty and water.”

Terry spoke. “Scratch that. Bring us whatever bottle of scotch your boss has stashed for special occasions.”

The waitress walked away.

“You don't have to do that.” Kreese said.

“I know. So, what did you want to talk about?” Terry asked.

“I want you to know I'm glad you came on board, but I want to make sure that we're on the same page. These things that you're teaching my students…” Kreese paused. “Well, they’re a little confusing. Cobra Kai never backs down from a fight, tournament or no tournament. We always strike first.”

“But you already did.” Terry said.

“What are you talking about?” Kreese asked.

“I'm talking about Robby Keene. You never told me his father was Johnny Lawrence.” Terry said.

“What does it matter?” Kreese asked.

“What does it matter? You stole the man's son. If that's not a direct attack, I don't know what is. Now you've got him and the other kids wrapped up in all your old drama. If you're not careful, it's going to take Cobra Kai down all over again.” Terry said.

“I've got everything under control, including Robby.” Kreese said.

“No offense, John, but that's not how it looks from where I'm sitting.” Terry said.

“It wasn't long ago that where you were sitting was at a vegan tofu brunch.” Kreese said.

“You were right about me, John. I was living a lie. I lost who I was along the way, but now there's nothing I want more than a second chance at finishing what we started. I just want make sure we win this time, and the only way to do that is to forget about the past and focus on our students. If we do that, everything else will fall into place. LaRusso will have to shut down Miyagi-Do, and Johnny Lawrence will rue the day he ever left Cobra Kai. So, what do you say?” Terry asked.

“I say we've got a victory in our future.” Kreese said.

Hawk wanted to get his back tattoo redone. His car had a flat tire. Sarah drove him to the tattoo shop.

A shirtless Hawk laid on a table, texting Moon and Riley about the upcoming fight between Johnny and Daniel. Sarah sat in a chair, watching as Hawk’s back tattoo was being redone.

The tattoo shop’s doors opened.

Hawk turned his head in the direction of the doors.

“Hey, Rico, you good?" Hawk asked.

Hawk and Sarah heard Kyler say, “Tattoo shop's closed for the day."

Kyler and the other Cobra Kai students walked through the doors.

Kyler smirked at Hawk. “Hey.”

“Shit,” Hawk muttered, getting off the table.

Sarah got out of her chair.

Hawk and Sarah started running.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Kyler asked.

The Cobra Kai students chased Hawk and Sarah. Hawk and Sarah kicked the table, causing Hawk’s cell phone and most of the Cobra Kai students to fall. One of Kyler’s friends stepped on Hawk’s phone, causing it to break, and then he ran towards Hawk. He grabbed Hawk and pushed him towards the table. Kyler was standing behind the table. Kyler wrapped a towel around Hawk’s neck and pulled, causing him to hit the table.

Kyler leaned over Hawk, looking at him with a smirk on his face. "You weren't that hard to find, you little bitch."

Tory restrained Sarah by wrapping one arm around her waist and the other around her neck. Sarah tried to step on Tory’s right foot, but she missed.

“You assholes just ignoring the no fighting rule?” Hawk asked.

“Oh, we’re not here to fight.” Robby said.

Robby pulled out a water balloon full of green paint and threw it at Sarah. Tory moved out of the way just in time. The paint got on Sarah’s shirt.

Robby pulled out a straight razor and walked towards Hawk.

Robby cut off Hawk’s mohawk.

As soon as the Cobra Kai students left the tattoo shop, the paint dried.

Johnny arrived at the sparring deck. He was surprised to see Sam, Miguel, Chris, Bert, Mitch, Nathaniel, and Demetri.

“What are all the kids doing here?” Johnny asked.

“That's what happens when you broadcast your life all over social media.” Daniel said.

When a last-minute truce failed, Daniel and Johnny agreed to settle their grudge once and for all. With Sam and Miguel acting as referees and Mitch providing commentary, Daniel took a 2-1 lead over Johnny. Hoping to finish the fight, Daniel used Chozen's pressure point technique to disable Johnny's left arm. Johnny countered with a scissor-leg takedown in order to even the score at 2-2.

“What the hell, man? Got any more dirty tricks up your sleeve?” Johnny asked.

“I’m not the one who fights dirty.” Daniel responded.

As Daniel and Johnny tried to score the final point, they kicked each other simultaneously and fell.

“Point, Lawrence!” Sam yelled, raising the flag she was holding.

“Point, LaRusso!” Miguel yelled, raising the flag he was holding.

Sam and Miguel looked at each other in confusion.

"Are you sure?" Sam asked.

“Are you sure?” Miguel asked.

Demetri spoke. "Check the replay."

Johnny and Daniel groaned as they stood up.

Johnny, Daniel, Sam, Miguel, Bert, Mitch, Nathaniel, and Demetri gathered around Chris and watched the video of the fight.

“Go to another angle.” Johnny told Chris.

“There is no other angle.” Chris said.

“Don’t you guys have another phone?” Johnny asked.

Sarah and Hawk arrived at the sparring deck. Hawk’s hair was covered by his hood. He had tears in his eyes.

Miguel was the first one to notice Sarah and Hawk. “Sarah? Hawk?”

Johnny, Daniel, Sam, Miguel, Chris, Bert, Mitch, Nathaniel, and Demetri gathered around Sarah and Hawk.

“Shit. Sarah, Eli, what happened?” Demetri asked.

Hawk grabbed his hood and pulled it down.

“Who did this?” Johnny asked.

“Cobra Kai.” Hawk said.

Johnny looked angry. “Kreese and Silver did this. They need to pay.”

“Jesus, Johnny. Please. Kreese tried to kill you last time. Now you want to fight them both?” Daniel asked, looking at Johnny in disbelief.

“Damn right I do! Look what they did!” Johnny yelled.

“Dousing the fire with gasoline? That's your answer? Why am I not surprised?” Daniel asked.

Miguel looked at Johnny. “Sensei, stop.”

“You still think your way is the only way. You were so proud when they pulled their little sprinkler prank. If they stood their ground and kicked ass like I taught them, this never would have happened.” Johnny said.

“If they fight every time they're provoked, where does that lead? Back to the hospital? Or to jail? Just 'cause you spent time in both...” Daniel trailed off.

Sam spoke. “Enough, Dad.”

Daniel looked at Sam in shock. “What?”

“Johnny’s right. It doesn't matter how many times we stand up to Cobra Kai. If we don't strike back, they're going to keep coming at us.” Sam said.

Daniel looked at Johnny and scoffed. “And you were worried about my influence on your kids? Is this what you want, Johnny? To have my daughter and the rest of my students acting like you?”

Johnny’s jaw clenched. “You don't have to worry about it anymore, ‘cause we're done.”

Daniel sighed. “Works for me.”

“Eagle Fangs, let's go.” Johnny ordered.

Johnny walked away. Sarah, Miguel, Hawk, Bert, and Mitch followed him. Once Johnny and Sarah were in their apartment, Sarah changed her clothes and put her ruined shirt in the trash can.

A few days later, the All-Valley Committee, minus Daniel, who was no longer eligible due to his sensei status, met up and talked about the upcoming tournament. Among the topics discussed were celebrity guest appearances and the recent increase in female viewership. Fearing that sanctioning an event where boys were encouraged to kick and punch girls could be perceived as problematic, the committee voted unanimously to create separate tournament brackets for boys and girls, as well as introduce a skills competition. Due to the new rules, there would be two All-Valley champions, and the dojo that got the most points would earn the title of Grand Champion and receive a trophy.

Daniel, Sam, Demetri, Chris, and Nathaniel gathered at the Miyagi-Do dojo. Daniel told his students about the new rules. Sam was confident that she would win the girls’ division. Demetri, Chris, and Nathaniel were skeptical about their chances of winning the boys' division, believing they would be better off if they were still partnered with Eagle Fang. Daniel encouraged them to put the past behind them and see the new format as a potential blessing.

Johnny, Sarah, Miguel, Hawk, Bert, and Mitch gathered at the Eagle Fang dojo. Johnny wasn’t happy about the new rules. It was clear that they would need more female students. Bert suggested a girl from the debate team at West Valley High. Johnny told Bert that they didn’t need more nerds. Johnny told his students to run laps. Miguel tried to convince Johnny to recruit Sam, but Johnny was adamant about cutting ties with Daniel.

Kreese, Terry, and their students, minus Tory, gathered at the Cobra Kai dojo. Kreese and Terry were happy about the new rules, as neither Miyagi-Do nor Eagle Fang had the numbers to compete with their students separately. In anticipation of the tournament, Terry had purchased some new top-of-the-line gear for the dojo, insisting that Cobra Kai be represented in style.

As Tory was on her way to the Cobra Kai dojo, she encountered her aunt, Kandace.

“You're a hard girl to find. Avoiding your Auntie Kandace now, sweetheart? Ignoring my calls?” Kandace asked.

“What do you want?” Tory asked.

“Well, to see you, of course. And to ask if my sister's disability came in yet.” Kandace said.

“Need funding for another scam? That money's for us.” Tory said.

“Come on. My sister always promised to take care of me. She taught you better.” Kandace said.

“She taught me to recognize a low-class leech.” Tory said.

“Mind your manners. When your mom kicks the bucket, who do you...” Kandace trailed off.

Tory glared at Kandace and took a step towards her.

“Ooh. Quick temper, just like your old man. When your mother passes...Gracefully, then what? You think your daddy's just going to show up out of the blue? I'm all you’ve got.” Kandace said.

“You don't give a shit about us. You just want her survivor benefits.” Tory said.

“I was at little Bobby's 4th birthday party last year.” Kandace said.

“Brandon is 8, and next year, I'll be 18.” Tory said.

“Who do you think is going to win a custody battle, huh? You're a high school dropout and a criminal.” Kandace said.

“So are you.” Tory said.

“Yeah, but I know how to play the game. A judge is going take one look at you and laugh you straight out of court. See you at the funeral, sweetheart. Tick-tock.” Kandace walked away.

Johnny, Sarah, and Miguel arrived at West Valley High and made their way to the field.

A whistle blew.

“Okay. This is it. This is where most of the girls’ teams practice. You sure you’ll be able to convince them?” Miguel asked Johnny.

Johnny scoffed. “Please. When I went to this school, the only thing I was better at than karate, and I was pretty good at karate, was talking to chicks.”

Johnny patted Miguel on the chest. “Watch and learn, Diaz.”

Johnny walked away.

The cheerleading squad chanted.

Johnny ran alongside two girls who were on the track team. “Teen girls wanted. You’ve got to be under 18, or it's a no-go.”

The girls were creeped out and ran away from Johnny.

“No, not like that!” Johnny yelled.

A group of girls were sitting on the bleachers and looking at their cell phones. Johnny walked up to them.

“Let me guess…Posting photos on Facebook? You know what would look rad? A photo of you kicking someone in the face.” Johnny gave the girls flyers.

The girls gave the flyers back to Johnny and walked away.

Johnny walked up to a girl and gave her a flyer. “We meet out at the old Webber Industrial warehouse.”

The girl gave the flyer back to Johnny and walked away.

Johnny walked up to two girls and gave them flyers. “We're looking for badass chicks just like you.”

The girls gave the flyers back to Johnny and walked away.

Johnny walked up to a girl and gave her a flyer. “An abandoned factory smack dab between the pipe supply and the burned down Chuck E. Cheese.”

The girl gave the flyer back to Johnny and walked away.

Johnny told Miguel to take off his jacket and t-shirt.

Miguel took off his jacket and t-shirt, revealing a grey tank top.

Johnny poured baby oil onto Miguel’s cupped hands. "Trust me, the chicks are going to love this."

“Hey, too much!” Miguel yelled.

“You’ve got to get it into every groove. It's about molding highlights to emphasize curvature.” Johnny said.

Miguel rolled his eyes and lathered his arms with the oil.

Johnny walked up to two girls who were on the soccer team. “Hey, ladies, want to work up a real sweat? Try Eagle Fang, the most bitchin’ dojo in the Valley.”

The girls shook their heads and walked away.

Johnny walked up to Sarah and Miguel.

“Where's your beach ball?” Johnny asked Miguel.

Miguel sighed, then he flexed his arms. “Here's the beach ball.”

Johnny walked up to a girl.

“And the best part is that we have a whole stable of hot young dudes, like my man Miguel over here.” Johnny gestured to Miguel.

Miguel flexed his arms.

“You like what you see? He's not even in the top five. We’ve got babes and everything. Whatever floats your boat.” Johnny said.

“I’m asexual.” The girl said.

“All right. He's a sеxual too. Check him out. Total stud.” Johnny said.

Miguel kissed his right bicep.

“So, what do you say? You ready to become an eagle?” Johnny asked.

The girl shook her head and walked away.

A whistle blew.

Johnny, Sarah, and Miguel started walking towards the parking lot.

“I don't get it. I thought girls today were supposed to be tough. Why can't we find another girl for our team?” Johnny asked.

“Maybe not everyone needs karate, especially girls who are already on sports teams.” Miguel said.

Moon approached Johnny, Sarah, and Miguel.

Moon smiled at Sarah and Miguel. “Hey, Sarah. Hey, Miguel.”

“Hey, Moon. What’s up?” Sarah asked.

Sarah was wearing an unbuttoned long-sleeved green and white plaid flannel shirt, a white tank top, and beige ankle-length boots. Her naturally straight blonde hair was down. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, and soft brown eyeshadow. Her lip balm was a pretty peach colour.

“Some perv was creeping on the track team, so we're going to practice inside. What are you doing here?” Moon asked.

“We’re recruiting for our new dojo, Eagle Fang Karate.” Sarah said.

“You should join.” Miguel said.

“Really? Okay. Yeah. That sounds like fun. Wait. Do...Do I have to hit anyone?” Moon asked.

“Hell yeah, you do.” Johnny responded.

“Oh, no, then I'm out. I can't do the whole physical aggression thing. You should ask my ex. She’s the best athlete in school, and she's not afraid to get into a fight.” Moon said.

“Sounds like the badass babe we've been looking for.” Johnny said.

“You might want to take a different approach with her. Want some pointers?” Moon asked.

“Absolutely.” Johnny said.

Johnny, Sarah, and Miguel made their way to a local gymnasium. Some gymnasts were doing tricks.

Johnny, Sarah, and Miguel watched as Piper ran forward, did a cartwheel, then did three backflips.

“She’s fast, she’s strong…” Sarah trailed off.

“The girl’s a natural Eagle.” Johnny said.

“Oh, which one is yours?” A man asked Johnny, gesturing to the gymnasts.

“Well, that one looks good to me. I haven’t talked to her yet, though. I'm still working on my approach. Got any advice?” Johnny asked.

The man looked horrified and walked away.

“Remember what Moon told you?” Miguel asked Johnny.

“Yes. I will be awake.” Johnny said.

“Uh, no.” Miguel said. “No, no, no. Be woke.”

Johnny, Sarah, and Miguel approached Piper.

“Hey, Piper. I wanted to introduce you. This is...” Miguel trailed off.

“Sensei John Lawrence of Eagle Fang Karate. Let me tell you why my dojo is perfect for a modern young woman like yourself. We live in a world where you’ve got to be an alpha to survive. You're either a killer or you're dead meat. You’ve got be a man. At Eagle Fang, we confront that phrase and make it empowering for all. We teach anyone who identifies as female to embrace their queenly strength and tear down the neo-masculine hierarchy to confront internalized sexism.” Johnny said.

“Sounds inclusive, but what about non-binary and gender fluid?” Piper asked.

“Yes, fluids are crucial. If you don't hydrate, it affects performance.” Johnny said.

Piper laughed.

“And he's funny.” Miguel said.

“Well, actually, I have been meaning to join a dojo. I don't want to be the last person who doesn't know karate.” Piper said.

Johnny handed Piper a flyer. “Then today is your lucky day.”

“Hey, Piper, come check this out,” a girl called out.

“Okay, cool. I'll be there.” Piper said.

Piper walked away.

Johnny, Sarah, and Miguel exited the gymnasium.

“I can't believe you pulled that off. Did you know what any of those terms meant?” Miguel asked.

“Do I look like I pee sitting down?” Johnny asked.

Demetri arrived at Eli’s house. He made his way to the basement and saw Eli sitting on the couch.

Eli’s computer was in his lap. He was playing a game. His hair was covered by his hood.

“Where the hell have you been?” Demetri asked.

Eli paused his game.

“How did you get in here?” Eli asked.

“Your mom has left the key under the gnome since kindergarten. You should really think about increasing the security, given…You know, the karate war! But that's not important now.” Demetri said.

“What’s so important?” Eli asked.

“Didn't you hear? The All-Valley has separate gender divisions. Do I look like Miyagi-Do's best hope at defeating Robby Keene? Mr. LaRusso says that anyone can be the hero, but I'm not Batman. I'm more like Alfred. You're Batman.” Demetri said.

Eli looked confused.

“Oh, right. I forgot you're not a DC guy. Whatever. Forget Batman. You're the Hawk.” Demetri said.

Eli sighed, grabbing his hood and pulling it down. “Not anymore.”

“Hey, at least it looks better than the last time I saw it.” Demetri said.

“Everyone at school knows what happened. It's embarrassing,” Eli said sadly.

‘Who cares what they think? Besides, it'll grow back.” Demetri said.

“It doesn't matter. I ruined my reputation, talked a big game, and just proved I was an asshоlе. To Sarah, to Miguel, and especially you. I got what I deserved.” Eli looked down at his lap.

“Hey, Sarah and I forgave you, remember? And I don't care if you have a mohawk, or a mullet, or pigtails. Miyagi-Do needs you.” Demetri said.

Eli looked at Demetri. “I'm not going back to Miyagi-Do.”

Demetri scoffed. “That's great. You're choosing Eagle Fang over your best friend.”

“I'm not going back to Eagle Fang either. I'm done with karate, man. I quit.” Eli said.

“You can’t quit!” Demetri yelled.

Eli frowned and shook his head. “I already told you, I made up my mind.”

Demetri sat on the couch.

“Hey, you’re the one that got me into karate, remember? I was perfectly happy playing Dungeon Lord after school, but you put me in a situation where I had to join a dojo. And you know what? It was the best thing that ever happened to me. I got stronger, gained confidence, got the girl of my dreams…” Demetri paused. “Even if she ends up leaving me for some hot Aussie dude she meets there. Hell, I'm actually excited about the All-Valley Tournament. I never thought I'd say that. But it's not going to be as exciting if you're not there.”

Eli didn’t say anything.

Eli continued playing his game.

Demetri sighed. "Okay, you're going to make me do this."

Demetri moved closer to Eli. He turned Eli’s computer off. “Excuse me.”

Demetri took out his cell phone. He opened the YouTube app. He showed Eli a video called “Binary Bros Theme Song.”

“You said you deleted this.” Eli said.

“I say a lot of things, which tends to be a polarizing attribute of mine.” Demetri said.

“Why are you showing me this?” Eli asked.

Demetri paused the video, then he put his cell phone away.

“Because this is who you are.” Demetri said.

“A loser?” Eli asked.

“My best friend. I know you think that mohawk defined who you are, but it didn't. Not to me. Eli, Hawk...Hell, call yourself Cornelius for all I care. None of that changes the fact that you're my binary brother, whether you're number one or a zero.” Demetri said.

Eli smiled.

Tory arrived at the LaRusso family’s mansion and knocked on the door.

Amanda walked towards the door. “Hold on. I'm coming.”

Amanda opened the door.

“Oh, so you're knocking this time.” Amanda snarked.

“Mrs. LaRusso, I need your help.” Tory said.

“Okay. Come on in. You remember the way?” Amanda asked.

Tory walked into the mansion.

Amanda and Tory made their way to the kitchen and sat at the table.

“So, the principal said he'd consider letting me back into school because of my situation at home, but your family would have to sign off.” Tory said.

“Well, I'm glad you want to get your life back on track. Going back to school is a big step. But I need you to promise me something.” Amanda told Tory.

“I'll stay away from Sam, I swear.” Tory said.

“That's great, but I want you to get support. Talk to someone. You've been dealing with a lot. You have been for a while. You should talk to a therapist, a guidance counselor, the Dalai Lama. It doesn't matter. Just someone who isn't karate related.” Amanda told Tory.

“Whatever it takes, I'll do it. I need this.” Tory said.

Daniel and Sam walked into the mansion.

“So, today was a setback, but the boys are going to improve. You're going to be fighting lots of new opponents. And...” Daniel trailed off.

Daniel and Sam noticed Tory. Sam looked angry.

“What the hell is she doing here? What were you even thinking? She didn't smash up the house enough?” Sam asked Amanda.

“I know this is difficult, but...” Amanda trailed off.

“You wanted her to go to jail, and now you want her back in school?” Sam asked.

“I don't want this rivalry dominating your life anymore.” Amanda said.

“Dad can't get along with his high school rival, and I'm supposed to go to school and be best friends with a psycho?” Sam asked.

“My and Johnny's differences have nothing to do with...” Daniel trailed off.

“Yes, it does, because you guys just do whatever you want. You don't stop to think that maybe I liked training with Johnny or I don't want to get my face torn off again.” Sam said.

“As long as she's in school, she has something to lose. She's not going to hurt you.” Amanda said.

“You're just going to believe her? You'll listen to what she has to say, but nobody listens to what I have to say? God!” Sam yelled.

Sam stormed off.

Amanda sighed. “Thanks for the backup.”

“She has a point. Why are you helping this girl?” Daniel asked.

“Did I tell you about the time I was arrested?” Amanda asked.

“Sure. What? It was a high school prank.” Daniel said.

“Right. And by ‘prank’, I meant I took a baseball bat to my math tutor's car. With her in it.” Amanda said.

“What? Why?” Daniel asked.

“She was having an affair with my dad. My parents' marriage was falling apart, I thought the world was ending, and I blamed her for taking it all away from me.” Amanda said.

“I know you didn't get along with your dad, but I didn’t…” Daniel paused. “I had no idea.”

“I was charged with misdemeanor reckless endangerment. I didn't walk my graduation. And then my parents divorced anyway.” Amanda said.

“Why did you never tell me?” Daniel asked.

“I worked hard to put it behind me. And it's not exactly a first date story. Or any date story. I was young and upset. And I'm lucky it didn't ruin my life. Tory's young and upset. Maybe she's a lost cause, but...” Amanda trailed off.

“We'll never know if we don't try to help.” Daniel said.

“All I want to do is try to break the pattern, Daniel. Kids like Tory get the same messages delivered to them over and over again the same exact way. Sometimes, they just need a wake-up call to change course.” Amanda said.

“She's not the only one who needs a wake-up call.” Daniel said.

A few days later, Robby walked into the mini-mart. He greeted the cashier, then he made his way to one of the shelves.

Daniel appeared in front of him. “Robby.”

"Of course." Robby scoffed.

“This will only take a minute.” Daniel said.

“I can save you that minute. You’re here because you realized you’re training a bunch of wimps and you need a male champion, right? Let me guess…Your sales pitch is ‘I'm here to rescue you. This isn't who you are, Robby. I can help.’ Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,” Robby said with an emotionless expression on his face.

“I've said all that before. It's time to break the pattern. I heard about what you did to Eli.” Daniel said, taking a step towards Robby.

“I just gave him what he deserved.” Robby said.

“I'm not here to judge you. I'm here to tell you what's going to happen next. Terry Silver popped up out of the blue, right? He did the same thing to me. He'll seem decent enough, show you a few moves, and then he'll worm his way in, chip away at you, and push you past your limits. You'll become stronger than you thought possible, but Silver won't stop there, okay? This man is sick and twisted, and when he's done with you, you won't be you anymore. One day, you'll find yourself with some kid's blood all over your shirt, and you'll hope it's not too late to change course.” Daniel said.

Robby and Daniel heard Terry say, “He's not interested, Mr. LaRusso.”

Robby and Daniel turned around and saw Terry standing behind them.

“New equipment just got in. Why don't you go check it out?” Terry asked Robby.

Robby walked out of the mini-mart.

“It's considered unethical to poach students. You had your opportunity with Robby. Now he's with us. You should respect that.” Terry told Daniel.

“Respect? Res…You are not a sensei. You're a con man. Manipulating people to turn them into something they're not.” Daniel snapped.

“I didn't turn you into anything, Danny Boy. I brought out what was already inside.” Terry said.

Daniel scoffed. “That’s bullshit. You tortured me.”

Terry chuckled. “Please. You were a hothead. All I had to do was wind you up and get out of the way. And if you're being honest with yourself, you know you liked it. You were powerful, free. You just don't want to admit there has always been a little Cobra Kai in you.”

“We'll settle this on the mat. And when we win, Cobra Kai, and you, will be out of business.” Daniel said.

“One of us will be.” Terry said.

Daniel walked out of the mini-mart.

“If you're going to use this place as a conference room, buy something.” The cashier told Terry.

Terry glared at the cashier.

“T-Take your time.” The cashier stammered.

At the Eagle Fang dojo, Johnny and his students were waiting for Piper.

Sarah was wearing a green long-sleeved shirt, black leggings, and green high-top Adidas sneakers with black laces. Her naturally straight blonde hair was tied up in a high ponytail. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, and soft brown eyeshadow. Her lip balm was a pretty peach colour.

Johnny spoke. “All right, so she's a little late. No big deal. Just a few minutes."

Mitch spoke. "Uh, 20 minutes, actually."

Johnny glared at Mitch.

Miguel spoke. “Okay…Uh…Look, I'll DM her. See where she is.”

Miguel took out his cell phone. He opened Instagram and viewed Piper’s story.

“Oh, no,” Miguel muttered.

“What?” Johnny asked.

Miguel showed his phone to Johnny, Sarah, Bert, and Mitch.

Piper, Carly, and their friends were smiling while holding Cobra Kai merchandise.

“Cool!” Carly yelled.

Carly had fair skin and blue eyes. Her naturally straight blonde hair was parted in the middle and reached her chest. She was 5 feet tall. She had a slim build. She was wearing a white t-shirt underneath an unbuttoned red cotton jacket, dark blue denim jeans, and red ankle-length boots. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, soft brown eyeshadow, and nude lip gloss.

Carly was a lesbian.

“Nothing but the best for the best. Can't wait to kick ass with team Cobra Kai.” Piper said.

"She joined Cobra Kai?" Johnny asked.

"It looks like they made themselves designer gear for all the students. And they got a bunch of new recruits." Miguel said.

Johnny looked annoyed. “Great. That was a big waste of time. I even learned feminism."

"We can't just give up. If we want to win first place, we need to find another female student.” Sarah said.

“How? We don't have Cobra Kai's money. We have no chance at finding another potential champion.” Johnny said.

"Look, I wasn't a champion when you met me, okay? You made me into one, saw something in me that no one else did. Maybe you just have to see that in someone else.” Miguel said. “We just have to think outside the box.”

“Everybody, start thinking outside the box. Whatever that means.” Johnny told his students.

Sam decided to visit Aisha, who now lived in Santa Barbara. She drove to Aisha’s house and rang the doorbell.

“Sam?” Aisha asked.

“Surprise.” Sam said.

Aisha pulled Sam into a hug.

Sam walked into the house.

Aisha and Sam made their way to the living room. Aisha sat on the couch. Sam sat in an armchair.

“I can't believe you drove all the way to Santa Barbara.” Aisha said.

“I can't believe you live in Santa Barbara. Your house is beautiful.” Sam said.

“Thanks. My dad got a job offer from UCSB that he just couldn't pass up.” Aisha said.

“Wait, so the fight at school had nothing to do with it?” Sam asked.

“Oh, it had plenty to do with it. My parents were pissed. I broke a kid's nose. Who knew these things were lethal weapons?” Aisha asked, making a fist.

Sam didn’t say anything.

“You didn't drive two hours to talk about the butts I've kicked. What's going on?” Aisha asked.

“Tory wants to come back to West Valley High. My parents want me to be cool about it.” Sam said.

“We're talking about the same overprotective LaRussos who made me wear a helmet on your trampoline?” Aisha asked.

“She sold them some sob story. I just feel like I don't have control of my life.” Sam said.

“When I started my new school, there was this girl in my homeroom. Pink for days. Looked like she walked out of a Malibu Barbie beach house. She gave me a look that I'd seen before. I just knew she was going to be my next bully. But I wasn't going to let the cycle repeat itself. So, I walked up to her, and you know what I did?” Aisha asked.

“Is this going to be another front wedgie story?” Sam asked.

“I introduced myself. I told her I liked her shoes. I didn't, but it seemed like the polite thing to do.” Aisha said.

Sam chuckled.

“I told her I was new and asked if she could show me around.” Aisha said.

“How did that go?” Sam asked.

“She's my bestie. My new school bestie. You'll always be the OG. I attacked my problem head-on. I struck first.” Aisha said.

“Just like Johnny taught you.” Sam said.

“My parents moved here to get me away from the karate drama, but they can't stop me from using the lessons I learned from Sensei Lawrence. I set my own terms. Set yours.” Aisha told Sam.

At West Valley High, Miguel, Sarah, Bert, and Mitch were watching the debate team practice.

A girl named Devon Lee was standing in front of a podium. “Capital punishment is a legal penalty of the U.S. state of California. As of March 2019, further executions are halted by an official moratorium ordered by government officials.”

Johnny snuck into the school and took a seat next to Miguel.

“What are you doing here? You said debate was for nerds.” Miguel said.

“It is, which is why we're ditching it. You're right. I'm not giving up on the girls' competition. I'm thinking outside the box. Look.” Johnny opened a black duffel bag and pulled out a blonde wig.

“You ever see the movie Ladybugs?” Johnny asked.

Miguel, Sarah, Bert, and Mitch didn’t say anything.

Sarah was wearing an unbuttoned dark blue denim jacket, a green t-shirt, dark blue denim jeans, and green high-top Adidas sneakers with white laces. Her naturally straight blonde hair was down. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, and soft brown eyeshadow. Her lip balm was a pretty peach colour.

“I had to sit through it with a babe. Long story. Anyway, this coach…The guy gets no respect. He has this all-girls soccer team that totally sucks. He gets his stepson to dress like a chick, and they start winning.” Johnny said.

Miguel looked at Johnny in confusion. “You want me to dress like a girl?”

"What? No. I need you to win the boys’ competition. I'm thinking of Penis Breath. Not the best fighter, but he stands a shot against the chicks, except maybe Sarah, Sam, and Tory. What do you think?" Johnny asked.

“A lot of things. I don't know where to start.” Miguel said.

Devon looked at the boy across from her. "My opponent is full of crap. His evidence is garbage, his arguments don't make sense, and I was bored to death, which is ironic, considering we're debating the death penalty."

"Uh…You're not going to deduct points for lack of decorum?" He asked.

Devon scoffed. "Screw decorum. Want to know what I really think of the death penalty?"

Devon walked up to him. She grabbed his book and ripped it in half.

“My book!” He yelled.

"Choke on it. I cede my time." Devon returned to her side of the stage.

Bert spoke. "Sensei, that's the girl I told you about. She loves extracurriculars."

Johnny spoke. "Can it, Bert. I just found another potential champion.”

At the Miyagi-Do dojo, Daniel began prepping Demetri, Chris, and Nathaniel for the All-Valley Tournament, even going so far as to set up speakers around the sparring deck and getting the speakers to play crowd noise.

While Daniel was sparring with Demetri, Eli showed up at the dojo.

“Well, look who decided to come back. It's good to see you, Eli, or is it Hawk?” Daniel asked.

“Doesn't matter. I'm just here to do what I can to help out the team.” Eli said.

“That's good. The more help, the better. But first, you need a gi.” Daniel said.

Daniel walked away.

Demetri smiled at Eli. “Good to have you back, man.”

Demetri and Eli did a bro hug.

Sam was stretching in the interior dojo.

Daniel walked in.

“Oh, hey. I didn't know you were in here.” Daniel said.

“I didn't want to interrupt your boys’ club.” Sam said.

“Hey, Sam, about yesterday...” Daniel trailed off.

“No, Dad, it's fine. You and Mom were right. It's time to leave the past behind us, right?” Sam asked.

“Yeah. I'm proud of you, Sam. It's never easy being the bigger person.” Daniel said.

When he got home, Eli texted Sarah. The text read “I need to tell you something. I joined Miyagi-Do. I was going to quite karate, but Demetri talked me out of it.” Sarah’s reply was, “If joining Miyagi-Do means you’ll keep doing karate, then it’s fine by me. You’re amazing at it. It’d be a shame if you quit.”

The next day, Sam drove herself and Sarah went to a clothing store. They wanted to find dresses and shoes to wear to prom. Sam picked out a dress and a pair of shoes, then she showed Sarah a dress and a pair of shoes she thought would look good on her. When Sarah said she wouldn’t know how to walk in the shoes because she had never worn heels, Sam said she would teach her.

A few days later, Tory arrived at West Valley High and handed her bag to the security guard.

The security guard inspected Tory’s bag, then they grabbed a metal detector and scanned her body.

The security guard spoke. “Okay, you’re good to go.”

Tory grabbed her bag and walked down the hallway. Several students stared at her.

“It’s her,” a girl whispered.

Tory walked up to Sam.

“I heard you let me back in, LaRusso, so I guess I should…” Tory trailed off.

Sam glared at Tory. “I don't know what game you're playing, but I'm not scared of you. You're not in control here. I am. My parents might fall for your bullshit, but if you so much as look at me funny, I will kick your ass for a third time. I'm coming for you, bitch.”

Sam walked away.

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DENTIST THE BAD BOI

Word count: 7k

A/N: Heavily inspired from 90's rom-coms, so if your heart swoons out of loneliness it's not on me sistas -- doctor Harry my fav.

Summary: Harry's a med-student and Y/N's an art student, being neighbours with Y/N was already a living hell for Harry but when she fusses over his cat getting her cat pregnant -- he mighty looses it.

Pairing: Dentist Harry × Artist reader, Frenemies to bestfriends to lovers, platonic affection and loads of bestie fluff.

MASTERLIST, REQUEST FOR BLURBS FROM THIS FIC ARE OPEN || PART 2

“Harryyyyy!!!!” Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs staring at the small picture of ultrasound, blinking at it several times to vision herself back into reality because the more she does the more she becomes grumpy and fussy – cursing the beast of a neighbour who got her little innocent cat pregnant.

She pulled the strings of her pyjama shorts to tighten it around her and hastily towed her feet into fuzzy slippers, giving a stink of an eye to her cat “don't act so surprised you little ragamuffin!” She mouthed at her with venom (as if trippers her cat cares), stomping her way out and writes a whole book of judgements in her rattling brain upon hearing the loud music weeping through walls.

She knocks. Huffs when it goes unnoticed and this time pounds at the door, crossing her forearms infront of her chest. Not unaware and very accustomed; of happy chatter whirling around whenever she’s trying to focus how a certain recipe goes by, his mates chanting his name from outside when he’s too occupied in whatever he's sorting out inside for their arrival, clanking of beer bottles knowing they and her have a long time to go, the music dimming in the wee of night as the door closes after every fifteen minutes and it dawns at that time –-- she always get left with one option and that’s to curse him till she sleeps.

It’s every Friday and Saturday’s story.

“Max stop that before Ni asks fo’ a dummy —-,” His neck's craned to where his friends are sitting on one of the cosy spots. His jaw popping, dimples chasmic from the smirk he’s holding and Y/N gulps then arches her brow when his attention drops down at her, “Oh .... hi, could help ya?” His cocky grin irks her – bubbling a fire in her pit and an urge to twinge his ear and drag him to her apartment, to show him what he did.

“Could you help me!?” She laughs ironically, chases her frowning gaze from the ripped patches of his jeans towards where his curls are brushing his earlobes and it kind of makes her gasp which she traps in fortunately because – he’s always wearing a hoodie, beanie or his hair up in a little fountain like bun rushing through the lobby with his thick books and laptop clutched in his arms, “Yes please .. y’could help me by transferring expenses of your cat's babies every month to me —-...um could simply have them in your apartment too if the first deal’s too bad.” She shrugs. Taking a glimpse from his shoulder of his friends bunched over eachother and he toys with his bottom wet lip, brows stringing into confusion and his bicep flexes making her flutter her eyes away as he grips the knob of the door and closes it behind him.

“What d'ya mean?”

“You’re doing it on purpose right? ‘cos there’s no way —--” He cuts her groans with a snap and runs a palm down his face, “I seriously don’t know what you’re talkin' ‘bout, Y/N.” His lips tinned into a flat line, his posture now resembling her's and she slaps her forehead with the heel of her palm.

“Then you should keep tabs of your beasty minx of a cat who got my cat pregnant!” She exclaims disbelievingly to which his eyes turns saucer and he throws his sinewy arms in between them, mimics her expressions comically, “Is that my fault? Did I get your cat prego?” She blinks up at him rapidly --- he’s such a nerve puller.

“Yes it is! You didn’t get your cat desexed —-,” She stuffs her pointer against his chest and twist it with a grit, “Now he’ll have babies left and right – like a catwhore he is!!” She aerials her hands in different directions rapidly and he takes a step closer kissing his teeth together to seethe his words.

“He’s not a catwhore!”

“Kay then take the responsibility of what he did.” She mutters tapping her foot onto the carpeted floor and guppies at him like a fish when he bursts into taunting cackles, leaning to catch the door-frame before he mushes her under his weight. ”

“Ye -‐..- you’re —- you aren’t serious are ya?” His rosy eyelids snib tightly forming crinkles to where his temples meet his cheeks and she almost pouts, how much she doesn’t want to she could never cascade her expressions.

“Oh my — .... Bambi eyed wouldn’t I’ave had free him of his ball’s heaviness –-- if I’d ‘ave enough money down me pocket?” He scrunches his nose to take a breather from laughing hard.

“Don’t call me that!” She bites at him.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” He smirks gingerly – drums his fingers against his folded bicep and presses his back to the wall tipping his chin high.

Her blush eager to creep up her neck embarrasses her further more and she hides the softness in her voice, muttering gruffly, “Shut up.” Then turns to walk back into her apartment and to slam the door at his face -- but -- his whistle for her halts her in tracks.

“Hey – Bambi, we could sign the custody of kitties if that what ye'want.”

Three weeks after. There was another knock on Harry’s door, Niall's head perks up and bangs against the bookshelf –- he was trying to keep the furry cat in his lap, for a good warmer but its more enamoured with the ‘clucks' of his daddy’s boots than the soft flesh of Niall’s thigh as Harry chucks his wallet in the back-pocket of his jeans (he was about to go outside and bring some food) and opens the door slightly to see through the trapping chain, “who’s it?”

“Harry ‘s me ....” The voice mousey and worried. Niall recognizes it in a hot-second, frowns and tries to gain snowy’s attention, “What did y'do again? Did ya get the pretty neighbour's cat prego twice, you fat farts.” He chuckles when snowy meows at him innocently and Harry's brows skews together into a scowl.

“Call him fat farts another time —- I dare you —--,” He howls. Throwing angry upset glares towards Niall – their bickering gets interrupted when Y/N slips her hand from the crack of door, pinches Harry’s knuckles and he squeaks, “Ow —- what the fuck!”

“Harry.” Her tone threatening.

Harry puffs out a huge sigh and reveals himself infront of her, he's not in mood to fight with her over their cats, or the parcel Harry forgot to give her which got delivered to him on accident like one of the thousand times (he never found anything freakish until now .. not that he goes through what’s inside, but the labels tell they’re mostly her art supplies), or why he’s been showering for an hour because she now isn’t left with any warm water —- because he just came back from UNI and is dust bones from having two exams in a row.

“Y/N —-,” His face reeks with exhaustion. His curls drowsy, escaping from his knit beanie and his eyes glazed with sea-foam. She kinda feels bad for disturbing him -- but – it’s an emergency and she doesn’t know where to go, except him.

His weary vision falls upon trippers tucked beneath Y/N’s arm, “Is she alright?” He scratches behind her ear and trippers gives out a pained yowl.

“No –-.. that’s why ‘m here. She’s spotting blood everywhere and –-- and I don’t have enough money ...,” She’s embarrassed to say least. Not meeting Harry’s eyes and he gazes her sincerely –- belly doing weirdly funny somersaults. He clears his throat, grogs out gathering all the information in his head from the anatomy of humans and animals he studied till now.

“It’s okay for spotting in pregnancies – but ‐-.. she looks very much in pain s' we shouldn’t risk it. I’ve a friend. She’s practicing vet -- we could take her there.” He offers. Rubbing the back of his neck and Y/N bobs her head vigorously, anything to save her trippers baby.

“Fine –-- yeah, Iemme just wear my shoes ... then we're good to go.” She mumbles. Harry hasn’t seen her demeanour flatter like this ever before, whenever she’s banging and barging through his flat it’s always taut and cold banter.

He has never seen her this defenceless.

He drops his gaze down at her feet and finds that she’s wearing cute pizza slices socksies.

“Is this a clinic, or weed doing zone for animals?” She didn’t try to be mean. It just happened as she takes in the wearbouts of garage, stuffed with drums and musical instruments, spray paint on walls. Harry seems unfazed though, he could be shabbier than her if he wants to –- much fouler that could make her cry.

“Told you. She’s practicing not a vet yet.” She doesn’t question him further. Grateful enough for his help. She might not admit but he isn’t that bad of guy as she once imagined him in her head.

Y/N stifles a snort when a girl with mullet shag, having a stud in her brow and the corner of her lip, attired in all black greets Harry with a hip-check, “Vas’up booger.” She grins and Harry grumbles ruffling her hair with his knuckles.

It leaves Y/N in awe. This’s what group of friends look like -- so fun and annoying, she wanted to have this since when she’s small. Sadly, it’s just her and trippers in her friend group.

“Hi there!” She waves to Y/N trying to battle Harry’s tickles away. Takes trippers from Y/N's arms and coos up at her, “hiyaa baby .. oh, she’s having lil buns inside her.” She laughs and Y/N already likes her so much. As if, she’s the main character of any vintage styled movie.

“Rori here.” She introduces herself as Harry strolls inside her kitchen to rummage through her fridge, “Y/N.” Y/N smiles –-- eyeing Harry who’s whistling and tearing the crate of orange juice open.

When Trippers purrs from a cramp, Rori snuggles her closer to herself – “Her spotting is nothing to worry about –-- maybe she’s ready to give birth. If not I’ll take her to my hospital.”

“So Harry said...” Y/N nods.

“Oohh.” Rori exclaims, wiggling her brows curiously at Harry who’s gulping down juice hungrily, “Booger got normal friends too? Thought, those were all white lies.” He almost chokes at it – downing it cautiously and blinks vividly.

“No. Just neighbours.” Yeah, there’s nothing friendly between them –-- but how it’d be like to befriend Harry. The thought makes Y/N feel snoozy and warm.

“I see.”

“Okay then! ‘m gonna keep Trippers with me for two days –-- figure out what I could do to help her and if she heals I’ll drop her by, how that sounds?”

“Sounds good!” Both, Harry and Y/N chimes together heating their cheeks up. Harry wavers his gaze away, sulking a pouty mouth and turns all stoic again.

He doesn’t want to like, Y/N. Nope. Not at all. In any case.

She’s his bedevilling, bothersome and galling neighbour who just screams at him too much for his likening.

“Would you like something to eat?” She asks him while walking back home and he shakes his head, so she nudges him in ribs, “oh c'mon let it be a thank you, grumpy pants.”

“’M not –-,” He was about to snap at her. Instead, he groped her wrist tightly and tugged her to his side –-- she squeals into his chest as a car passes by them swiftly, honking at them in anger.

Her hair wisps from the friction of Harry’s hoodie as she pushes herself away from him, surprisingly he smells incredibly sweet – that of vanilla and citrus musk, something very cosy and like a morning breeze.

A jolt buzzes through her spine at the fact she was about to get crushed under a vehicle but she grins up at him awkwardly, “Tofu then?” His peepers widen in shock and he slaps his forehead.

“You’re mad, know that.”

Harry and Y/N. Sky and earth . She sprouts buds of irises and peonies when she speaks, her touch that shines away even an intimidating person as if they're mimosa plants, those eyes --- those eyes are itself sepia of grounds on which the tiny creatures celebrates by and Harry's well ... he’s the floss of clouds hidden behind sunshine, his rains would turn her into loam and his uppish thunder would make her loathe him.

Then some gods decided to break the needles and fix it in some other clock that rotates anti-clock wise.

Now, when she’s unable to nourish her flowers he's always there to rain and stroke a tender breeze against her that makes her lush grass snuggle the roots of who she’s.

They were enemies once. Opposite to eachother in many ways but couldn’t live without eachother despite of their distances. Just like sky's a hollow sheet of nothingness without it’s dear earth.

What blossomed their friendship was Y/N's date with this cute boy that is in her ceramic class, (not a date if you’d ask so –-- more like a meetup at this coffee house near her UNI).

Turns out he isn’t that cute. His blunt hands wandered up Y/N’s thigh without her consent and before she could know that, he was groping at it –-- making her gasp and hit her knee against the table. She struggles to writhe out of the chair but he stitches his nails in her skin, “I’m not liking it – you better stop.” She hisses, palms sweaty and slipping trying to remove his grip from around her.

“Don’t act all stupid .. you were hitting at me for hours, you want it but wouldn’t admit.” He groans, rolling his eyes and she feels like crying –-- teeth clanking letting out a shuddering breath.

“I’ll scream.” She warns him.

“You’re not that innocent, you act like.” He smirks, sliding his hand down her insides and before he could reach further Y/N sneaked a fork from the table and stabbed it in his knuckles.

“Fuck.” He shrieks, “Bitch.” He almost screams but stops when everyone stares at him as Y/N’s chair fell against the floor and she stumbles inside the bathroom.

Locking it behind her. Her chest burns with tears. Her vision spins and her fingers shakes as she dials one number she could reach for anytime, it rings then goes to voicemail so her bitten lip wobbles and eyes turn glossy.

She again dials it. There’re noises behind, that of someone instructing and Harry was in his lecture hall when she called .. his heart drops because all he could hear is quivering breath ... it shudders to tight painful gasps and he’s collecting his stuff leaving his seat immediately the doctor who's teaching them Apiceoctomy stares Harry while speaking.

Once he’s out in hallway, “Hey? Y/n are y’there? You okay? What happened?” She bolt her eyes close pressing her head to cold tiled wall and yawps outta fear when someone pounds at the door. Harry runs towards the exist, “Y/N where are you!? ‘m coming .. whatever it’s just --.. just ...” He gripes at his curls pushing them back – his heart beating loud, “ – just stay where you’re ‘n don’t panic .. yeah? It’s okay.” He mutters. Voice soft and assuring.

Her breathing patterns back to calmness – something about him so consoling, so warm and she nods. After some minutes she’s telling him the address and gladly it’s not that far away from Harry.

When he reaches. There are several people waiting at the bathrooms door and he’s knocking on it lightly, pressing his ear to it and grabs the knob (in case he’d have to break it).

When there’s no-response from inside he gets it something’s peculiar, “Bambi. ‘s me Harry.” It clicks and unlocks and he’s tumbling inside while the others groans and disperses knowing it’s invain waiting.

He’s dishevelled. His curls in moppy condition and his eyes full of concern and worry –-- she feels awful for doing this to him.

“Were you crying? Did somethin' happen?” He frowns. Ducking a bit to meet her gaze level and she clears the clump in her throat, “Can we just leave .. please?” He couldn’t believe it’s her voice – the bubbliness and chirpiness of it died to frightened meekness.

Harry takes her hand and walks them outside, Y/N sucks in squeak when the same guy rushes to confront them and when Harry sees his injured hand -- everything pieces together and fury spikes through his veins.

His brows pinches together into a frown, his lips lifting into a scowl and his eyes darkens pitch coal like.

He grips her dainty fingers and moves her behind him protectively and his chest buffs out as he takes a step forward towering the guy – “What d'ya want?” He kisses his teeth together to grit vehemence and that guy lift his trembling hand infront of Harry.

“Look what this bitch —-,” Ah –-- he really pushed Harry’s bad button didn’t he?

Harry grabs him from collar and Y/N squeals rubbing his wrist to pull him back, no-use.

“Badmouth her or anyone —-" Harry sneers and if he'd be a cartoon character – fume would have been coming out of his ears and nose.

“Else what!?” Harry’s more of a practical person -- so he did what he's been learning for years now and breaks his nose with such force it almost knocks him out.

Y/N's still in shock. Walking behind him on jelly toes and a shiver spirals in her bone marrow when her sweat dries from the wind that’s blowing and hitting them in faces.

They wait at bus shelter, sitting side by side –-- thighs brushing now and then flustering Y/N, Moreso when he apologizes everytime.

There’s silence. Harry’s irritated groan breaks it –- he clenches and unclenches his knuckles .. the thin skin a bit bruised.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry –-- .. ‘s my fault.” She rambles. Taking his hand to inspect it, “I shouldn’t have called you at ---..” He frowns confused and pokes her in knee conveying her to stop worrying. Because if anyone needs to be taken care of is her and wish he could just hug her and tell her that it’s not her fault – not even a tad.

“Y/n...” He gains her attention and his gaze flickers from her snotty nose towards her soaky cheeks, “Shut up.” She chuckles at that putting his palm gently back on his thigh.

“Would you like to have, noodles? I know this incredible chinese place ...” He shakes his head. His smile small and kooky, nose scrunched up as he sniffs the air – predicting a rain coming soon.

“D'we have to eat after every tragedy that happens t’you?”

“Yup, tragedies makes me hungry.” It’s her coping mechanism if she'll be honest and that’s what she’s been doing for ages.

“Who are you, Y/N?

She jumps up. Wiggling her fingers for him to take and beams sweetly, “Bambi next door?”

“From when did ya become s' rich?” He giggles. He finds her fucking adorable as she drags him along herself excitedly – she halts infront of the expensive restaurant –- where people dressed in all kind of luxuries and bright pearls are dinning in and she arches her brow sceptically, “Did you really think –- I’ll be able to take us here?” He shoves his hands in his jeans pocket, elevates his shoulders and smiles bashfully.

“Maybe one day, who knows?” They walk towards the chinese take out and Y/N trots backwards –-- facing him all while and rolls her eyes, “’M an artist whose half of paintings goes to trash.” Harry’s eyeballs springs out of his sockets hearing her statement and he really wants to knock some senses into this silly girl.

“Oh my --.. jeez .. those paintings are ‘s good y'divvy. They're hanging onto my walls, been enjoying them fo' free —- what the actual fuck .. really your hands are magical.” He feels annoyed and sad that she felt a need to dump them, because those were some beautiful art pieces.

(“Hmm. It has some hidden meaning beneath it, H. I’m tellin' ya.” Ni would always say. Standing infront of it for hours and hours staring at it.

“Looks like a pussy to me.” Max would quip sipping his bevy and Harry would smack him in head, “Guys how ‘bout we just see it like a fuckin' painting.” He'd grumble focusing back on his books.)

“Really?” She asks shyly and he bobs his head, “Guess you could just keep them then ...” She grins up at him taking the boxes from the cashier.

“Where are we going?”

“You’d see yourself.” She sing-songs galloping over the muddy potholes and Harry looks funny doing it with his spider long legs. Their footsteps echoes in the empty warehouse and Harry didn’t expect her to be the person – that loves finding weird places and spend time there.

“Careful there.” He murmurs. Pressing a hand to her waist when she wobbles on her feet climbing the metal stairs and Harry thinks if she was this clumsy all along or it’s from what happened at the coffee house.

“Holy shit!” He cups a hand around his mouth as the traffic bustles down on the street, “You afraid of heights?” She glances back at him from where she’s standing on the cemented edge.

“Matters. If we're about to act silly and jump, then yes.”

Warmth worms up at his chest and his adam apple bobs, he barks out a laugh when she giggles demanding him to come closer to her, “Come here then you dentist the bad boi.” He tugs the fabric of his jeans from his crotch and hikes his one knee up sitting beside her, other leg swinging in air.

He listens to her hums and happy sounds as she slurps the long noodle inside her mouth, “What you’re afraid of then Harry?” Her question catches him off-guard. Nobody has ever asked what his fears are and he might be famous for an intimidating personality just because he speaks less and owns a roaring bullet –-- he’s still very nice to talk to, but he'd rather spend his time with snowy than waste his time on orgy parties.

“Snowy’s funky farts -- they're ‘orrible!! have to leave the flat fo’ a minute.” He grins when Y/N’s head lulls back and she laughs gleefully, rolling into his side to support herself, “Oh no!” She whines when her chopsticks falls and drops onto the road poorly.

“We can share mine.” He hands her his chopsticks and she thanks him timidly, “What d'you fear?” They pass it back and forth –- his lips wrapping around them as he takes a chunky bite.

Harry tries to down the food that got stuck in his throat when she said nonchalantly, “Dying alone I guess?” He chews the veggies, grimaces and shakes his head -- puts his hand over her knee squeezing it kind-heartedly.

“You’ll not.” She feels like every tulip of light around her’s sparkling – the buzz of having his company tingling her in good way, “Promise?” She asks and Harry lifts his pinky in between them encouraging her to bring her's.

She wasn’t serious about the promise thing it was more onto sarcastic side than to sincerity.

“Promise.” His dimples caters deep and his eyes crinkles when different golden lights dances against her skin making her look prettier than she’s.

He’s gonna fulfill his promise.

Y/N could be sentimental given on occasions and how bad the situation’s – but she bottles it up for good amount until later, it all crushes her completely and she’s unable to stand back.

Now, when there’s eerie quietness in the bus and the world infront of her fades behind in weird shapes and forms in her head because of the speed of vehicle – her mind thought it’d be best time to remorse over what happened to her and her eyes well up at that.

Harry plucks his headphones down upon hearing her soft sniffles and turns her towards him with her shoulder, “Y/N hey ....” His voice tender and dewy as he slides his palm under her jaw and cups her cheek to wipe out her tears with the mild stroke of his thumb.

His gentleness rakes out an agonising sob from inside her and she feels like her organs are clashing together.

“Shh. Bambi you’re okay now, ‘s alright you’re here with me -- shh, ‘m so sorry love —- but it’s over now, yeah? We're going home and I’ll make you chamomile tea, could ‘ve both snowy and trippers cuddle with you while I’ll get you all warm and nice inside this new fluffy blanket I just bought! – how does that sound?” He pets her hair. Brings her closer to his chest and she keeps her nose tucked against his clavicles to stop from crying and make a show.

When she nods, suckling a wet breath he swipes a loose errand of her hair behind, “Sounds good yeah?” She just hums snuggling into him.

Her arms slowly loops around his love-handles and he stows her head under his chin -- rubs her back in circles to soothe the stiff muscles, covers her ears with the headphones he was wearing before – plays acoustic version of Landslide by Fleetwood Mac and simpers when she hiccups his name, but doesn’t respond when he answers – his ears turns pink from fond and his belly overglows with butterflies as she babbles his name till she drops into peaceful sleep.

Y/N found herself in his bed with snowy and trippers ontop of her and Harry snoring on the couch – his gangly limbs not fitting at all.

She really wanted to call him and sleep on his bed, but she drowses back to slumber.

“Grumpy jerk and an actual ray of sunshine. Sorry, couldn’t process it – too much.” Rori teased Harry the last time they gathered and Y/N was there too! though the true statement was claimed after her departure.

Harry’s friends couldn’t believe that he stepped out of his comfort zone and made a new cute friend, now after one year of their friendship it doesn’t feel like they’re neighbours anymore –-- it's just one big home with an alleyway in between.

“What're y'doin', moppet?” Harry chuckles picking up the half eaten packet of crisps, chewy sour candies, wrappers of oreos and the romcom CDs they were playing before.

Y/N's sprawled on her tummy. Feetsie in air and her chin secured in her palm as she looks like she’s seriously about to take an admission in med school –-- she’s concentrating real hard on the thick book under her, eyes fixated on the diagrams of teeth – it makes Harry laugh like a maniac.

“Aish. Your books, gives me an ache.” She massages her forehead, shakes her head as if she tasted something icky and pushes his book away. Harry laughs harder at her antics wrappers flying away from his grasp and he flops onto couch –-- thighs spreading wide and back sinking into the cushions.

“Where?” His lips rumbles as he tries to hold back another fits of laughter when she gets his dirty joke and pouts, lips fluttering into a smile until she bursts into giggles joining him.

“Nope. My cookie doesn’t throb like it used to sneaking on reproduction chapters in biology.” Harry roars out a cackle at that and Y/N grins fiddling with the frizz of her socks, “Heyyyy it’s not funny –- very much sad.”

He suckles a breath in, their grins achy and big, “Stuff your cookie with some jam ‘n you'll be alright.”

“You’re gross!” She fake gags. Hunches over to exaggerate the severity and scares the shit out of Harry when she gasps loudly slapping his knee, “Harry! Harry! Oh my gosh.....ahhhh!” She gallops like a bunny towards the window and gazes up at the sky with glinting eyes, “Harry look! It’s snowing.” He trots behind her with a roll of eyes knowing what’s about to come next.

When she turns around with sparkly grin, hands clasped atop her chest and tippy-toes to beg him, Harry shuts his lids, “No Muffy.” Y/N loves eating chocolate muffins –-- eating them whenever she could possibly ... and that’s how the pet name Harry decided to call her was muffy.

“Please, it would be so fun .. we could have hot chocolate afterwards.” She mumbles tugging at the hem of his chunky yarn sweater.

“Nothing’s fun about snow angles, Muffyyyy!!” He whines. Squinting down at her with one eye and finds her all slumpy, head falling downwards.

“Okie then. ‘m going to sleep.” She mutters in a meek voice pushing past him –-- but he wraps his hand around her wrist and pulls her back to himself, chuckling with wide eyes, “You’re very dramatic and annoyin’ y’know that?”

Instead, she grins bobbing her head shamelessly, pats his chest and dashes to wear his warm jacket, “Biscuits on you -- hot chocolate on me.” She tells him slipping into her shoes with the support of doorframe.

He comes closer to her and her heart thuds into her tiny ribs as he zips his jacket she’s wearing up till her neck and warns her while pulling out her hair, “If I get sick – ‘m gettin'y sick too.”

Harry’s waiting outside the candy shop Y/N just barged in moments ago. He refused to step inside – knowing she’ll use him as a taste tester and at the end of the day his tongue would have a mountain sugar atop his taste buds.

The spring breeze flowery and warm. He shakes his head, smiles softly watching her switch aisles and guffaws loudly catching attention of an old couple siting on the bench behind -- at her eagerness when she started chomping onto the long chewy candy right after getting it from the cashier.

“That’s g'na rot your teeth even before your forties.” He tells her taking the small bag from her and walks beside her, “Your kids are gonna hate you ...” She tells him –- stretching out the candy with her teeth.

“You sure, y'were allowed colas and candies in childhood?” He teases her prodding her side so she throws it at his chest making him laugh and he bends down to pick it up and dump it in bin.

“You’ve got a cute bum.” She whistles and Harry’s cheeks bashes with blush – turns around and wiggles herself, “How's mine?” She hums glancing back at him with cheeky grin.

“Ten by two, I guess?” He bites down a smirk when she spins to face him a bit gobsmacked, “Not even five?” She grumps chin doubling as she tries to see her bum herself.

“Six then?” He giggles enjoying how she’s getting riled up out of nowhere and she stomps away from him so he jogs to catch her, “Bambi. Was kiddin'.”

“You owe me two muffins with the amount of insults you’ve caused my poor bum.” He knuckles at her hair and she slaps him away like a feisty kitten, “I take it back –-- you’re really ten by two.”

“Oi!!!” Now, she’s running behind him. His curls blowing away and his coat ruffling with the zephyr, his head falling back with the belly-ache laughter that bounces against the bricked walls of shops.

It’s Friday night. Y/N is doing her laundry. Plucking out Harry’s socks from Trippers furry ear, her kitties sleeping in bassinet. Harry and Y/N have named them Tum, Tug and Truggers –-- she sits back on her heels upon hearing her door closing and hikes the small basket on her hip trudging outside —-- she didn’t had any clothes that could make her feel warm during these days – even her socks were all soggy -- so was Harry’s, now all she’s gonna do is make a blanket fort and hide in it for hours.

She knuckles at her eyes, blinking the tiredness away to see properly who’s standing in the middle of room, “Harry?” He's wearing a graduation gown and tips his hat with a sheepish smile then waves his degree infront of her, “Guess who's a proper dentist now!?” She’s frozen to her spot –- jaw slacked and eyes blown away in surprise.

“Your bad boi!” The basket falls from her hip onto the floor scaring Trippers and she whispers an, “Oh my goodness.” Before, stumbling towards him and crashes in his arms giving him a tight loving hug. He slinks his forearms around her and squishes his face into the crook of her neck, lips tickling her skin and if it was possible for him to freeze the time and cherish it for some more he'd.

“I’m so proud of you.” She mumbles into him with a grin. He feels so worthy and every hardship he faced now feels like nothing, this's how life supposed be throughout –- but best things always bores fruit for the right time.

“How about we celebrate? Just you and me.” Just you and me. It feels nice to just her and him. Makes her heart swoon. Makes her feel like skies outside are wet and pink, “Umm .. can we celebrate here? It’s okay .... “ She shifts on her feet and he furrows his brows in confusion, lips ticked up as if he’s scrutinizing her.

“You and not goin' nutters for an outing .. seems odd —-,” Then his eyes falls over the surrounding, a heating pad beside his feet – aloe fused socks hanging to get dry, a tray of chocolate muffins, kettle on the coffee table so he puts one and one together himself.

“Oh muffy —-... pizza and cuddles then?” If he wouldn’t be aware of how first few days of her period are hell for her then who would? He’s always making her pot meals and curry rice – feeds her and gets all strict when she refuses to eat anything. She looses her appetite and transforms into something ‘if zombie had a baby with vampire -- it sure looked like you’ he'd always scold her.

Even bribe her with candies. Once they were awfully painful and Y/N really didn’t want to be all dramatic not when their friends were having a good time, she doesn’t like to be a party pooper.

But, when a stinging cramp cut through her pelvis and thighs she was hunching forward with a jolt -- all teary eyes and wobbly lips. Harry left everything and rushed towards her, sitting on his knees on the floor and cupped her throat to make her look at him when she refused to, “Y/N ‘m serious -- you rather tell me what’s happening with ye’ or ‘m throwin' you at my shoulder and takin’ you hospital —... cause fuck look at you been like this since morning ....” He was rambling and Y/N felt like drilling a hole into floor and hide herself there forever.

She was mortified and embarrassed, a terrible combination.

She wasn’t able to tell him infront of all of their friends even though it’s something very normal, so everyone stared and nodded when they left they for Harry’s room.

“Bambi are you okay? I’m not even kidding something’s not —-..” She wipes her nose and tugs at his wrist trying to shush him, when he doesn’t pushes a fingers against his lips.

“Don’t worry. ‘m good --- just —-... umm I’m on my periods.” She rubs her one feet on another and his mouth fall into an ‘o' when realization hit him and his brows clinches together sternly.

He sighs running his fingers through his hair, something he does when frustrated and whumpy.

“Should’ve told me. We could have done this later ... do you want anything? I’ve got pain —--,” His words swells on his tongue when her head bumps against his chest and her hands locks around his neck, hugging him with all her gentle will because nobody has ever cared for her –-- him being so tentative to her makes her want to sob into his chest.

He warms her in all the right places.

“How’re you feeling on scale of one to ten?” He speaks while chewing onto the stuffed crust of pizza. They’re cosied up on the sofa while Mama Mia plays on the telly and she’s cuddled up into him, he's holding her heat pad with the grip of his forearm and she lifts her head mousey-ly from his bicep and whispers – “Eightish...? Now, you’re Dr.Styles.” He giggles at her and pushes her head back against him with his finger.

“What does my being dentist has a connection to your periods?” He dips the pads of his fingers into her pudgy love handles and squeezes them -- she giggles thinking about the joke she’s about to crack.

“You pull teeth, it’s blood and I pull out tampon so it’s —...” Harry chuckles gruntly at her and tickles her more, “Oh no. I know where it’s goin'....”

“You asked for it!” She pouts at him and he squishes her lips together as if she’s a duck toy.

Then they flump back into their cuddling position and Harry rubs her tummy in tender soothing circles, it helps her relax and his breath syncs with her and she really tries not to pay attention to her bratty screaming hormones heating her skin up – her thighs experiencing a quiver and she squeaks down a huffy whimper.

“You okay?” Harry asks. When she squirms against him and she gulps -- they don’t hide stuff from eachother so she tells him honestly, “You’re really turning me on.” Harry’s heart hiccups at that and his palms still over her thighs.

“Is that so?”

He pets her hair and tries to make her stand, “Just go to washroom and jizz one out.”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t? Why?”

“Promise me you wouldn’t make fun....” He frowns and nods bringing his pinky to make the deal.

She clutches her sweater down to her knees, cheeks rosy and mutters out in one breath – “I’ve specific days for that....” Harry really tires to. He locks up his laughs in his lungs and it aches his chest, his cheeks balloons up but at last he rolls onto floor and guffaws into his elbow.

“You said you wouldn’t make fun!!!” She whines kicking his side lightly and he grabs her ankle, “This means all those times you’d be all locked up –- oh my god, you were playing with yourself.” She folds her arms. Her nostrils flares with irritation and she doesn’t even spare him a glance.

“Pet, waiting so long .. it’s a torture to yourself.” He tells her genuinely sitting up with crossed legs and she mumbles knuckling at her eyes, “just some reasons ... horny is bad.” Now, Harry feels kind of terrible pushy person and he really wants to help her out but he’s walking on egg shells here. So, he stops asking anything.

“Rori's girlfriend is a sex therapist —-“ She becomes all fidgety at that and Harry takes in her nervousness, “It’s totally fine if you don’t want to.” He exclaims waving his hands and she gulps giving him a small nod.

“Night time fo' some grumpy muffy!” He coos, brings the blanket to her chin and his pupils dilate adorningly when she asks him, “Could I snuggle you?”

“Ofcourse.” He pecks her temple and tells her to budge over before sandwiching her between him and the sofa.

That whole night all his mind could think was why horny is bad for her?

Y/N was feeling overly warm and heated, a tad achy between her thighs. She vigorously tries to focus on something else but her chest is heaving at this point, even opens the windows and let the cool air hit her but no use –- so she does what have to be done in order to get rid of the throb.

She cosies herself on the bed, switches onto hentai and throws her legs in air to shimmy her sheer white panty down.

“Oh ...” Whimpers teeny-ly when her fingers brushing up her soaking pussyfolds provides her a bit relief – her soft hands wanders beneath her flimsy shirt and touches her skin in the most arousing way possible –-- tweaks her nipples and jerks up, oozing more wetness.

“Ah! Fuck.” She moans easing in two fingers at once and cramps down at them watching the hentai porn –- but it’s not enough, she’s been pushing her fingers in and out for ten minutes now—she’s unable to get to climax.

So she groans sits up and switches to domineering audios, listens to it while fingering herself hard and she has no idea from where her mind gathered these images from -- but -- soon she’s thinking about Harry’s husky rasp, his sea-foam beautiful eyes and those rosy knuckles ring clad hands —-- imagining him holding her down into mattress and pounding into her at a brutal pace, making her sit on his cock and not letting her move –-- his fingers down her petty throat —-- him spanking her ass if she let’s out any voice out and he'd roar at her beg as she'd be lurking at her tenth orgasm –---- every plausible dirty stuff with him.

She was so engulfed into making herself feel good, lost in her own headspace and imaginations that she didn’t hear footsteps approaching and it’s like she manifested him as he stands at the door-frame with blown away pupils –-- guppy mouth and she’s squealing feeling dizzy upon sitting up this quick.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck —-... sorry sorry ... “ He covers his eyes and turns to walk away but bumps his head with a thud into doorframe.

She gasps, knees up and almost shouts, “No!” making him halt mid-track and she’s on the verge of tears, red face and shaky fingers.

“Please ....”

“Stay.”

Harry’s eyes turns soft at that and he walks towards bed, licks his lips wet and brushes the loose tress of her hair away.

“You want me to stay, muffy?” He asks to make sure – she isn’t in haze and all fog minded.

“Yes. I want you to stay.” She doesn’t hesitate this time. Her words honest and full of plead, she needs him, she wants him, she wants to have him.

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