#Lawrence x Shy

[wrongfourtytwo]

“I’d kiss you covered in blood and blown to pieces. Not because I love you but bc I’m just fucking Insane like that.”

[sensei-venus]

anyway I might be a masochist or a straight up wh*re but I can’t get the thought of og cobras with a chubby!reader out of my head and teasing her in school, staring at her, flipping her skirt up (Dutch would do it all the time imho) and telling her how hot she is, how that outfit looks so good on her, etc and she’s thinking that they’re just being dicks to her because she’s chubby and then one day she just has enough of it and confronts them and tells them to stop being dicks and they’re just like oops-

because I 100% agree that those boys are giant himbos so they were being genuine and flirting and teasing her because they like her and think she’s hot and they don’t realize that she thinks they’re being mean to her and they’re like “oh my god no-“

and yeah it ends up in a giant orgy of them showing her that they’re actually serious 🤤

No! I definitely get this and I love it. Honestly I love the trope where the more “bad guy character/s” pick on their crush but it's actually because their kinda stupid to the fact what they are doing can be seen as mean.

Half of them just think they are giving her compliments. And when she gets upset or mad they think she's trying to play with them, trying to play hard to get.

Bobby and Jimmy always give her straight-up nice compliments, like how her new hair style is cute or how pretty she is. They always take notice of her looks or how she's acting. Both of them are the first to know of she is doing something new with her make up or skin routine. Both of them are just overly sweet to her even if the other guys aren't.

Johnny and Tommy are the ones glaring her down from afar. They both talk about how hot she looks and how sexy she is. They don't go to overboard with the comments but they can't help but admit how attractive she is. As long as Dutch isn't around it's pretty tame conversations.

The minute Dutch is around, oh no because this guy can't keep his mouth shut for the life of him. He's always spewing something and he has no filter on his thoughts either. Everything always gets nasty when he's around and talking. All the bous could be sitting around and talking a out the pure thing they know about Reader, but then he opens his mouth.

Dutch is the starter if jerk circles and he knows it. It's all his fault and he's happy about it.

Besides Bobby, Johnny is actually one of the sweetest in the group. He's the first one to say something to her when they are all around. Yes his comments may be....a tad bit gross or borderline inappropriate but he's trying to be nice. He just doesn't seem to get that you can't say “Wow your tits look great stuffed into that shirt babe.” to someone and they automatically think you're a great guy.

Insert Johnny getting backhanded multiple times but never dodging. All the other cobras won't admit it but they think it's hot to see her get so mad.

Dutch definitely flips her skirts and dresses like a lot but never in front of too many people. Dude gets off on panty shots way to much. Of course the other boys don't mind it either. They all end up popping boners a lot because of Dutch’s gross stupidity.

They don't really understand until one day it goes a bit too far.

Dutch tries to pinch her hip to get her skirt to ride up just a little because he wants to get a good look at her thick thighs. They're so soft and pillowy. But her on accident actually snap her painted which makes her yelp and shoot up with a huge blush on her face while trying to hold her skirt down. She turns around and tells them off for once, not carrying about her normal shyness. She calls them assholes and morons and that she's tired of their bullying. They kinda scratch their heads at this because, like, their not bullying her? They wouldn't be complaining her left and right and trying to see up her skirt if they didn't actually like her.

At that moment they start to put together the pieces and realize the mistake. She actually thought they were picking on her and trying to make her into a joke.

After the incident they try to think of a way to get her to see they actually meant all of the nice things they said to her.

Which ends up being them inviting them over to Bobby’s, where they spoil her for the night with food and a movie. This ultimately ends with them in Bobby’s decked-out basement having a huge orgy. Jerking each other off before fucking the chubby girl. Taking turns using all her holes, and after a while, she gives them up. They switch from her mouth to her pussy to anything else she wants. It's pure bliss all night long.

And after the night is done, Reader fully understands that her new group of boyfriends isn't that bad. Their just stupid, aggressive himbos. But she wouldn't trade them for anything after finding out the truth, and giving them a lesson.

[zenezene]

created this blog for ren hana but all I do is draw lawrence 😔

[yzzart]

we need more tom and y/n interviews! and if you can and want, can you write an interview where they're answering fan questions? ❤️

"According to fan questions..."

pairing: tom blyth x actress!reader.

summary: invited for another interview, you and Tom answer some questions that fans asked you.

word count: 1.095!

"Are we really cliché?" — Tom questioned, looking down, probably getting distracted by a fixed point, and then raised his eyes to you. "Hm, let me see…" — You crossed your legs, holding your elbow with one hand and the other rested on your chin, pretending to think of a promising answer and your boyfriend's laugh exclaimed in your ears. "Oh, yes, we are!" — Your voices rose together at the same time and more laughter settled in the decorated and comfortable room.

"Hi, i'm Tom Blyth." — Tom introduced himself, raising his eyebrows, in an inviting and dynamic way; quickly, turning his head with a shy smile in your direction for your introduction.

"And i'm Y/N!" — The brit's smile widened when your eyes met his.

"And we're here to answer some questions asked by you, the fans." — He explained, looking at the camera and, again, at you; it was, technically, impossible not to be excited about what was to come and even more so because of the suspense of the questions that would be presented.

The questions were about random topics, of course and obviously, you could expect anything. — From behind the scenes to your personal tastes, but, without going beyond the limit. — In fact, it would be fun.

During the editing of the video, frames and excerpts of the questions would probably be shown; making it more explained and organized. — For you and Tom, the people who were working behind the cameras said and repeated the questions.

The first was… — "What was the best thing about this movie?" — Referring to "The ballad of songbirds and snakes."

"The best thing about film was working with Y/N." — He responded quickly, making his british accent even stronger and moving his fingers; you laughed, feeling your cheeks burn a little.

"Ah, the best thing about this film was working with…" — You made sure to form a suspense, having fun with your boyfriend who tilted his head towards you, waiting for your enthusiastic answer. — "…Tom Blyth!"

Tom could no longer contain his bold and bright smile, even biting his lips, and poking your leg with his hand; passing your through the delicate and fascinating fabric of the clothes chosen for the interview. — You tried to pay attention and look for words to extend your answer.

"I guess i can also include how fantastic it was to work with Francis Lawrence…" — You continued. — "…and it's impossible, really, impossible to find words to describe how magnificent it was and acting in a Hunger Games movie was like a dream." — Tom listened with attention and passion, focusing on every word that came out of his mouth. — "The connection we had with the cast was something so precious, they are the best people in the world." — And it was the purest truth. — "Not to mention how intense it was to live in my character."

It was a dream, strongly, fulfilled and conquered for you; and a sentimental wave, of the purest emotion, weakens when seeing what, in fact, you has achieved and won around you. — How many incredible, sweet and important people have come into your life and will remain in it; and you had no words to explain how grateful you were.

Including having met Tom in your life. — God, you could say how grateful you were to have him for hours and hours, reaching the long duration of the video.

"Oh, yes." — Tom leaned on the back of the chair, settling in a little. — "I think playing Coriolanus was, like, really deep and steady because we're talking about a guy who has two faces and acting him being really good knowing that later he will turn into something evil." — He thought about his words. — "But, it was good working with him, on him and with the blonde wig...." — You laughed, together with the people behind the cameras.

The second question was… — "Were there many recording errors?"

"Oh yeah!" — Laughing and shaking your head in affirmation, you responded, ready to recall various behind-the-scenes moments and factors. — "There were so many that i can't name just one or two." — You said. — "But, one of my favorites, and i think they already posted it, was during the harvest scene and Tom was laughing nonstop at Peter."

"Please, everyone was laughing!" — He stuttered. - "Including you!" — You supported your hand on his arm. — "He was funny, the way his character spoke was funny, so i couldn't concentrate properly." — Tom reported looking at the camera, remembering the aforementioned moment and laughing; joining with you. — "One of my favorites was all the times you called me by my name." — He directed his head towards you, who placed a hand on his face.

Not many times, at most, just three times; garnering laughs and recordings from the cast and film crew. — Rachel had already posted two videos where you end up getting confused, a little nervous, and calling your boyfriend by his name. — A normal thing, it didn't need exaggeration or a big alert.

"Come on, it was only three times." — The softness, almost embarrassed, of your voice ran through Tom's ears; he removed your hand from your face and picked her up, giving your a brief caress and admiring the rings that were present. — "And i remember Josh and Hunter called me a loverbird."

"I ended up forgetting this fantastic little detail." — Tom commented.

The third question, — "Is it true that Y/N is going to act in 'Billy, the kid'?"

"In my dreams, yes!" — You crossed your arms, dramatically, and faked a frown for the camera. — "I've already asked a lot, and at least to be part of the supporting actors or just to appear for at least nine seconds!" — Tom laughed and you moved your shoulders, wanting to keep your face serious. — "Do you think i'm joking? I'm not!"

"You really aren't, sweetie." — The oldest confirmed. — "Please, Michael." — He mentioned the director. — "Even i'm begging for it."

And the fourth question... — "What word would you describe each other?"

"I think defining you in just one word is one of the most complicated jobs for me." — Tom's hand removed some kind of stubborn thread, which was stuck in his clothes. — "Is it really just a word?" — He turned, towards the people who worked behind the cameras, who confirmed his question. — "The word enchanting fits you easily."

Blyth leaned back on the back of the chair again, but now leaning his body towards your; facing you completely. — His deep, exuberant blue eyes meet, for the countless time, with yours in that interview. — And your lips formed into such a beautiful smile, shyly showing your teeth against his answer.

You fell in love once again with Tom Blyth, in a full interview.

"Thank you, my love." — The attempt to hide your face and an embarrassed voice failed completely. — "The first thing, word that comes to my mind that can define you is fascinating." — Tom pursed his chin, listening carefully. — "Because everything about you is fascinating and manages to leave me speechless, most of the time, and captivate me too." — Now your boyfriend's arm was holding the back of your chair. — "Everything, everything about you fascinates me and even the discreet gray strands that must be growing in your hair."

"Excuse me?" — Tom questioned, with his mouth open and not expecting your last words, and looked at the camera with a surprised look; already you were laughing at his euphoric reaction, clapping your hands on your knees and almost slouching in your chair.

[flemingsfreckles]

Physio’s Daughter

Jessie Fleming x Physio!Reader

Preview: Reader is following in her mother’s footsteps in becoming a physiotherapist and gets the opportunity to spend the afternoon with the Canadian women’s soccer team.

Warnings: none

WC: 3.7k

A/N: this is going to be a few parts

You couldn’t believe you were attending ‘bring your kid to work day’ with your mom as a 22 year old but here you were, in the car on the way to her work.

“Are you sure I’m not too old to be coming with you?” You questioned your mom.

“It’ll be just like going to your clinical rotations. Plus you can put it on your resume, so it's really just helping you.” That’s how your mom had tried to convince you that you’d have fun coming to work with her. “Plus I talked with my boss, he said as of now we have an extra spot on the physio team to take someone to the Olympics, if you do well today, maybe it could be you.”

“Wouldn’t you want someone who's more qualified, not just a student?” You were in the process of obtaining your certification as a physiotherapist. You had finished your bachelor’s degree and were in the middle of your post graduate athletic therapy program.

“We have all the staff we need, they think bringing on someone young might be good. The players might like having someone closer to their age, not just all 40 and 50 year olds on their staff. Plus you’re plenty qualified, we have students in and out of the facility all the time.”

As a kid you always tagged along with your mom, you didn't have much of a choice, having a single mom who worked late hours in secondary schools meant your evenings were spent in her training room or on the sidelines of games. The older you got, the less you went with your mom, opting to stay home or spend time with friends instead of accompanying her at work. When you moved out to go to university you had chosen to follow in your Mom’s footsteps, intending to become a physiotherapist as well. At the same time you moved out, your Mom took on a new job, one that allowed her to travel more, a job with the Canada’s Women’s Soccer Team.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to spend the day with your mom, you were interested in seeing her work, it was more that you knew you'd be the oldest “kid” who was at her work, a lot of her other staff had either young children or kids that had moved away and were on with their own lives.

The ride to the training facility was short, you got out of the car, and walked into the front door. You followed your mom around the facility, having no idea where to go. She walked you down and around various hallways, saying hello to the other staff who passed with their small children. You just would give a polite hello and a wave before continuing down the hall.

It was a weird feeling, walking into a room of players you recognized from TV, players who were well known across the country and the world, and yet they greeted your Mom with a hello and questions about her weekend, as if they were friends.

“That is my daughter, she thinks she's too old to be here but she's studying to be a physio too so I figured I'd bring her here and get some free labor.” You hear your mom joking with the two players standing in front of her, she's pointing at you over her shoulder and the two players who you recognized to be Janine Beckie and Ashley Lawrence were looking over at you. You politely wave and move over in their direction.

“Hi.” Not knowing what to say to them, you just keep it short.

They both introduce themselves to you, you assume just being polite of them, it would be hard to not know who they were. One of the other physios comes in, taking Ashley to get taped, your mom taking Janine to work on her knee. Not sure what to do with yourself you just stand back, as if you were back to being a shy 6 year old in a new environment hiding behind your mom. You watch your mom work, she moves effortlessly, doing tasks in seconds that would take you minutes. You always admired your Mom at her work but you had a new appreciation now that you had begun school and realized how much work and time it took to learn everything.

Players come and go, getting various treatments, keeping the staff busy. You watch around, seeing the rest of the staff, how they work with the players, how they all seemed so relaxed and at ease.

“Hi Jessie, how are you, what do you need today?” Your mom looks past you toward the door where Jessie Fleming had walked in. Obviously you knew who she was, her olympic heroics from many years ago making her a Canadian household name. On top of her soccer talent that drew your attention as a kid, her appearance definitely didn't hurt. You had always found her pretty, a silly little school girl crush when you were younger watching her on TV as she played as a teenager, something that you had forgotten about over the years but her standing in front of you brought it all back up.

“Hi, I’m doing well. Can I just get my calf worked out? I’ve been having some tightness.” She looked at your mom, a polite smile across her face, she pointed at the empty table as she asked.

“Can you handle that?” You realize your mom is looking at you, asking you to help with Jessie as the rest of the staff is held up with other players. She’s asking you to help

“Um, yeah, sure.” You weren’t going to say no, plus you could handle a simple massage.

“Jessie, this is my daughter, she’s a physio student and plenty qualified to massage your calf, I promise.” You roll your eyes at your mom’s comment, feeling embarrassed that she has to explain that you’re able to help. You wash your hands and walk over to the table Jessie had sat down on.

“Hi, I’m Jessie.” She introduces herself, her hand extended for a handshake, you can't help but let out a small laugh at the fact that she of all people is introducing herself.

“I know who you are.” Your hand meets hers taking her handshake and you quickly introduce yourself to her. Her hand is soft but her handshake is firm, it only lasts a second before you pull back, pointing to her legs.

“Which calf?” You look at her. She points to her left before taking off her sock and she rolls over onto her stomach shifting up the table so that just her foot is hanging off the edge. You grab lotion and rub it into your hands before placing your hands slowly onto Jessie’s leg. You take a few passes of your hands over her leg before starting to dig into the muscle. It doesn't take you long to find the knot that is resting in her leg, focusing on it. You feel Jessie clench her muscle and slightly pull her leg away. You quickly lighten the pressure you were putting on her and you look at the direction of her face. You see a small grimace across her face.

“Are you good?” The last thing you want is to hurt the captain of the team, that probably wouldn't go over well with anyone.

“Yeah it's just sore. I’ve had some previous injury with it.” You knew that, you knew about most of the players' previous injuries, they were publicly announced anyway and you liked to keep up with your mom on what she was doing at work.

“Sorry.” Not sure if it's appropriate to apologize, you do it anyway.

“Oh don’t be, it’s never been a huge injury so I’m lucky. Unless you were saying sorry about the soreness, but then don’t worry, it’s sort of a good hurt I guess.” She stumbles a bit with their words, looking back at you over her shoulder. With her confirmation that the pain wasn’t bad, you return your pressure to her leg, working your fingers deep into her skin.

“Is she doing alright Jessie?” The voice of your Mom comes from behind you, you turn to see her walking up toward you, finished with the other athletes.

“She might be better than you.” Jessie laughs joking with your mom. “No but seriously she's doing great.”

“I taught her well then.” Your mom gives you a pat on the shoulder before walking away and moving to a desk to do some paperwork.

You finish up with Jessie’s calf, letting her know she should be good to go, the knot being worked out. She stands up with a smile and thanks you for the help. She uses your name when she thanks you which causes a small blush to come across your cheeks. You can't keep your eyes off of her as she walks out to head to the field. When she turns the corner and out of your sight you shake your head, trying to clear your mind as you feel the small childhood crush come crawling back up.

You clean up the table you had been working on, putting the lotion away and wiping down the table with sanitizer. Moving over to where your mom was working, she was completing reports for each of the players who had come in for treatment, she passed them to you to file once she’s completed with them. When the paperwork is done you follow her out to the pitch. You find yourself sitting on the bench, watching as the players work through drills, your mom occasionally going to chat with the coaching staff or other physios.

You couldn't help but watch Jessie, watching how effortlessly she made moving the ball look, how much power and control she had on the ball, it was fascinating. On a couple of occasions you found yourself admiring her physique a little too much, watching as her muscles twitch with every movement. You also started to notice she was favoring her weight on her right leg the longer practice went on.

“Mom.” You get your mom’s attention, not wanting to make the call yourself on if Jessie’s movements were unusual. “Does Fleming usually favor her right leg?”

“What?” She moves over closer to you, looking out to the field in the direction of Jessie. You both watch as Jessie takes another pass, moving upfield with the ball. “Oh, no she doesn't, I mean she prefers her right foot, but not like that.”

At the next water break you see your mom sitting in front of Jessie, hand on her calf, you watch as they talk about your mom maneuvering her leg. When the team moves back to the field, the players and coaches bring out their kids, letting them join in on games. Jessie stays sitting, now talking with your mom and the coach. She then stands up, your mom following her in your direction.

“Can you take her inside? I want to be overcautious and treat her for a calf strain, heat pack, use the TENS unit, then have her roll out, ice and tape.” Your mom throws a laundry list of tasks at you.

“Of course.” You stand up, grabbing your water and phone from next to you before heading in the direction of the physio room.

“Sorry you're getting stuck with me again.” You apologize to Jessie, trying to make small talk with the girl and also hoping she doesn’t feel like she’s getting stuck with just the student again.

“Oh, I don't mind. I wasn't really joking earlier when I said you did a better job than your mom.” She gives you a smile, you feel the flutter in your stomach. Her praise is nice, but it's the smile that she's giving you that makes your stomach flip, it’s gentle and friendly. “Don't take that the wrong way, your mom is excellent, just it was different, you were more thorough maybe, I’m not sure, it was just different.” Jessie rambles.

“That's probably because I’m more nervous about messing up than they are.” You’re honest, you were doing everything to the exact standard, following the expectations you had been taught in class, yet to develop your own style.

“You’re nervous?” She seems surprised.

“I mean, wouldn’t you be, being brought into a professional sports team and being asked to help that team's captain while you're still a student? I mean I guess you’re usually level headed, penalty machine and all.” Thankfully you have half a brain to not throw in that the captain being attractive was definitely adding to your nerves.

“Oh believe me, I was nervous for those penalties but I’ve always thought nerves are good, they show you care. How much more school do you have?” She continues with the small talk.

“Just another semester. And then licensing tests, but just a semester of school.”

“That's exciting, do you know what you are going to do after that?” You make your way into the training room, holding the door open for Jessie to walk through.

“I don’t know, probably work at some secondary school to start, work my way up to bigger teams, I'll have to see what options I have. Go ahead and sit up on the table.” You point at the table at the end of the room as you move over to where the heat packs were stored. Jessie is sitting on the table, watching you when you turn around. You lift her foot, placing the heat pack on the table before placing her calf down on top of it.

“Is it still just sore or is it more sharp now?” Turning the conversation back to a more professional topic away from the small talk about yourself.

“Just sore, feels like a sore muscle.”

“You know, it's nice to actually meet you finally.” When you give her a confused look, she continues “I just mean your mom talks a lot about you.”

“Oh that's embarrassing.” You regret saying it as soon as it comes out of your mouth, you loved your mom, you know you shouldn’t be embarrassed about her talking about you.

“No, it's actually really sweet, I hope my parents talk about me even half as much as your mom talks about you. She’s so proud of you. You're her world.”

“Yeah, I know, it was always just the two of us. I know she misses me when I’m at school, I feel bad leaving her sometimes.” You look down, then realize youre probably giving way too much information to someone who likely doesn't care. “Sorry, I don't mean to talk about my personal stuff.”

“No problem, I don't mind, it's nice talking to you,” she quickly corrects her sentence “to someone closer to my age.”

You pull up a stool and sit with Jessie while she uses the heat pack. When the heat pack starts to cool off you slide over and start digging around for the TENS unit your mom recommended. When you’ve opened your third cabinet and had no luck finding it Jessie speaks up.

“They keep the TENS over there.” She points across the room to a different cabinet. You push up off the stool and move over to where she pointed, opening a drawer and finding it quickly.

“Sorry, I obviously don’t know where anything is, I didn't have time to really get acclimated this morning.” You feel embarrassed, already feeling inferior being the student but now being clueless and having to have Jessie tell you where everything is.

“That’s alright.” She reassures you. You move back and attach the pads onto her calf, turning the machine on low and handing her the controls and tell her to leave it on for 10 minutes. She messes with the controls of a second before setting down the remote and slightly leaning back, her arms propped behind her. Not knowing what to do with yourself you stand up and move over to the other tables where rolls of tape, bandaids, scissors, and various other tools used by the trainers are askew. You tidy up, finding where things belong through your own searching.

“So what do you do outside of school?” You had gotten used to the silence that Jessie’s voice breaks.

“Well school takes up most of my time, I wish I could travel more, I miss going to new places, seeing new things. But unfortunately school turns me into a pretty boring person.”

“Maybe you’ll get a travel experience this summer eh?” You turn at her, you’re assuming she’s implying going with your mom to Paris for the Olympics. “Your mom mentioned she wanted you to come with the team.”

“Yeah she said something about it to me, I mean I’d have to have her boss, Mark, pick me, I think there’s a few people they’re looking at for the trip. She thinks it’ll be a good experience for me for future jobs. I know it would look good on a resume and all but I also don’t want to get the opportunity just because my mom is here.”

“If it means anything you have my vote, the other people have been boring.” Jessie quickly says. “Sorry that’s not what I meant. I just meant, you’ve been the best one they’ve tried out. You care the most, at least it seems like you do. Plus you’re easy to talk to, the rest were too caught up on work, some of them stressed me out just being around them. And no one else was as observant. Your mom mentioned you were the one to see I was putting my weight off center, that’s why it’s important to have fresh eyes.”

“Yeah, I just happened to be watching, I get told I’m observant a lot.” You move your hands to take the TENS unit off of her gently peeling the pads from her skin. You move to grab her the foam ball across the room, tossing it in her direction. Jessie tried to catch it, it bounces off her hands, into her face and then onto the floor.

“Oh my god sorry, I didn’t mean to throw it that hard.” You throw your hands in her direction apologizing. Moving quickly across the room you pick up the ball where it had rolled before gently placing it in her hand.

“Nope, that was my fault. There’s a reason I play a foot sport.” She laughs. Her laugh is beautiful, it fills the room momentarily. It makes you feel light inside.

Just as she moves to the floor to begin rolling out her calf, the training room door opens and in comes the loud crowd of her teammates. They move in all directions across the room, some moving to the ice bath, some moving to grab heat packs. Some move to take off tape, tossing it in the trash. It’s loud, conversations in every direction and you’re quickly swept away, your arm being pulled by your mom as she moves you over to where the ice cooler was. You’re instructed to make ice bags for the players who want them and help them wrap the ice wherever they want it. It’s an easy task but it takes you away from Jessie, no longer having the quiet privacy of the training room.

You wrap arms and legs and shoulders and backs and feet with ice. You can’t help but keep glancing at Jessie, she was still rolling her calf, chatting with her teammates as they walked by. On a couple instances you caught her looking back at you, she’d give a quick smile before looking away. You finish the last player requesting ice and when you look up Jessie is now sitting on the table with Mark, he’s taping her calf. A small part of you feels jealous, which is insanely stupid you tell yourself, she’s his player not yours, he’s the head trainer, you’re not even one, it should be him doing the work.

Only a few minutes later, Jessie hops off the table, giving you a wave and a shout of thanks before leaving the room. Only staff remained, the rest of the players on their way home for the day. You finish cleaning up, asking your Mom a couple of times where everything belongs, making sure nothing gets put away in the wrong place.

It feels like time has flown by in the eight hours that you have been at the training center, before you know it you’re headed out to the car with your mom, the same way you came in this morning.

“Mark wanted to extend the offer for you to spend the rest of the summer here, and for the Olympics. He’s going to give you a call tomorrow, but he gave me a heads up. It can probably count as some clinical work for school, he said he’ll just have to get the paperwork sorted. Something about high praises from a certain team captain.” Your mom nudges you with her shoulder. You look at her and you can tell she’s being suggestive with her wording.

“What?” Your cheeks begin to flush slightly. “You’re the one who kept sticking her with me.”

“I know, I also know you had a little crush when you were younger.” She teases. You just roll your eyes, not wanting to give yourself away.

“Oh my god mom that was years ago, she’s not my type.” It was true, your dating history was littered with blonde preppy girls with terrible personalities, quite literally the opposite of Jessie. Hoping that fact would help your argument that you didn’t still have a crush on Jessie and it seemed to as your mom dropped the topic.

“I know honey, I’m only kidding you. You can drive, I’m tired.” She places the keys in your hand. You don’t mind driving, you turn back looking at the facility, realizing you could be spending your summer everyday here didn’t sound like too bad of an idea.

[lovelybucky1]

The Doctor is In

Kinktober Day 11- Threesome

warnings: AFAB!Reader, student/teacher relationship, dom/sub dynamics, oral sex (f and m receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, snowballing, dirty talk, smoking, alcohol consumption, robert x lawrence, 18+ minors DNI

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When Lawrence confided in Robert about his recent dry spell, he was never expecting this to come from that conversation. Robert had told him he has a mistress, one Robert is certain his wife knows about but has yet to confront him about. She's young, pretty, bright, and has an interest in physics- or at least is attracted enough to Robert to pretend to care about his ramblings.

Lawrence was skeptical. He doesn't know many men who are eager to share their woman, but Robert has never been like most men. Maybe it's a kink for him to have another man fuck his mistress. Robert was open about what the two of you get up to, and it's safe to say that neither of you are very reserved in the bedroom.

After thinking about the offer for a day or two, Lawrence agreed. Robert already had a time and place in mind. Seven o'clock on Friday at his house for dinner. His wife would be away with the kids until Sunday, giving them the perfect opportunity to explore.

Friday came quickly and Lawrence found himself standing on Robert's door step with a bottle of wine in hand. Robert came to the door and greeted Lawrence with a smile, then lead him into the kitchen. Once there, he saw your behind bent over in front of the oven.

You take the chicken out of the oven and place it on top of the stove. Lawrence thought it was a bit odd to have a mistress cook in the wife's kitchen, but he supposed you and Robert were playing house for the weekend.

You turn around and saw both men standing at the kitchen table. Your face lit up when you saw Lawrence, but his stomach dropped when he saw you.

"Dr. Lawrence!" you say excitedly, coming over to both men. Lawrence stares down at you with his mouth slightly agape.

"You two know each other?" Robert asks.

"Oh, yes, he's one of my professors," you grin. "When you said you had a friend from work joining us, I was afraid it was gonna be one of those weird old guys."

Lawrence snaps out of his shock and looks over at Robert. "I didn't know your..." he feels it's inappropriate to call you a mistress to your face, "was a student."

"I didn't think it mattered," Robert counters.

"Please come sit, I made chicken," you say, drawing both men's attention.

Robert sits down at the head of the table with Lawrence to his right, leaving the seat to his left for you. The table is already set neatly and you bring over the tray with the chicken on it. The meat is steaming and the herbs are fragrant. There's mashed potatoes, a salad, and enough wine to leave the three of you drunk.

You make polite conversation over dinner, and Lawrence can't help but find it a bit humorous that you're making a date out of an arranged hookup. He is enjoying himself, though, so he can't complain too much.

The conversation revolves around work, and each time you speak, Lawrence is reminded that you're his student. His kind, polite, curious student who always brings him an apple and sits in the first row. You are a brilliant student and your work is always impressive. He never thought you would be the type to get mixed up in an extramarital affair with Dr. Oppenheimer, but Lawrence supposes he doesn't really know the true you.

Your food is delicious, the best Lawrence has had in a while. He thinks to himself that you would make a good wife, then chastises himself for thinking that way about a student.

"What's the matter, Lawrence?" Robert asks, breaking Lawrence's train of thought.

Lawrence looks between the two of you. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little nervous," he says. There's a blush rising to his cheeks and he feels shy under your attention.

"Don't be nervous, Doctor. We'll take good care of you," you smile reassuringly.

You reach over and grab his hand. Your fingers are delicate and your hand is small compared to his. His heart races and he suddenly has the urge for more wine.

"I suppose since we're on the topic, we should discuss how the rest of the night is going to go," Robert says.

"That's a good idea," Lawrence agrees.

"To get the awkward question out of the way," Robert starts, as if this won't all be awkward. "Do you fuck men?"

Luckily Lawrence's mouth was clear of food because it would have been lodged in his airway after hearing the question. Lawrence clears his throat and looks between you and Robert.

"I... haven't."

"Are you interested?"

"In you?" Robert nods. "I don't know... I haven't really thought of it."

"We'll start off slow, then."

Lawrence's head is spinning. His coworker just asked him if he wanted to have sex and now he has to continue on living his life as if that's normal. As if he's not intrigued.

"What kinds of things do you like, Doctor?" you ask.

"Um..." Lawrence says as his mind races to find an answer.

"Any particular turn-ons you have?" Robert asks.

When he still doesn't answer, you speak up. "Well, I can tell you what I like and you can tell me what you think about them."

"Yeah," Lawrence nods. "That sounds good."

You scoot closer to him and rest your chin on your hand, somehow making yourself look even cuter.

"I like older men who have experience. They know what they like and aren't afraid to take it. I like a strong hand to guide and to please me. And I want to be worshipped." Lawrence listens intently with wide eyes. "How do you feel about that?"

"I, um," he clears his throat, "I like it. All of that. Sounds good to me."

You smile widely and look over at Robert. "How about Dr. Lawrence and I take turns on you, dear?" he says. You agree excitedly.

"You don't have to call me that," Lawrence says, feeling unusually timid.

"Call you what?" you ask.

"Doctor."

You stand up from your chair and push Lawrence's plate back so you can perch yourself on the table in front of him. Your legs are crossed but your skirt still shows a fair amount of thigh. It's nothing Lawrence hasn't seen before, but now he's allowed to look. Your feet hang between his parted legs and he traces the seam of your stockings with his eyes.

"But I like calling you that," you say, batting your eyelashes. "But I could call you professor if you'd prefer."

Lawrence's eyes flick over to Roberts, searching for signs of discomfort or objection, but only found a smirk.

"This is... inappropriate," he says. "You're my student."

There is a slight pout to your bottom lip. "Doesn't that make it better? I've seen the way you look at me in class, Doctor. I bet you've thought about what would happen if I came to your office and asked for extra credit."

Lawrence shouldn't be surprised. Robert wouldn't spend time with a girl if she wasn't a firecracker. You just look so sweet and innocent, it's difficult to fathom these dirty words are coming out of your mouth.

You uncross your legs and part your thighs, giving him a peak of your delicate panties. "No one has to know, Doctor."

You're a seductress disguised as an angel. You're the snake tempting him to take a bite of the apple and let the delicious juice drip down his chin.

Lawrence slides his chair back to make space in front of the table, then drops to his knees in front of you. He's staring directly at your clothed cunt and he can practically smell your desire from there.

"What are you doing, Lawrence?" Robert asks.

Lawrence looks over at him and expects him to be angry, but he is smirking. "You're not going to fuck my woman on the dinner table. You'll take her to the bedroom like a gentleman."

It's a bit ironic that Robert wants Lawrence to be a gentleman and fuck his mistress in his wife's bed, but he's the guest here, he's in no position to argue.

Lawrence nods and rises to his feet. He holds out his hand to help you down from the table, which you eagerly accept. You lead him through the house and up the stairs to the bedroom, Robert following close behind.

You turn the lamp on and turn to the two men standing in the center of the room and sit at the foot of the bed. "Daddy?" you ask, voice sweet as honey.

"Yes, dear?"

"Would you take my shoes and stockings off please?"

Everything about this situation surprises Lawrence. You call Robert Daddy? He is eager to kneel at your feet and take off your shoes and stockings when you are perfectly capable of doing so yourself?

Once your pantyhose is balled up next to your shoes on the floor, Robert begins to kiss up your legs. You hum with contentment as he does so, but you don't look down at him, no. You're looking at Lawrence.

"Come here, Doctor," you say, beckoning him forward.

He crosses the room to stand next to you. You reach out to grasp his tie and you pull him down to your level. His breath hitches in his throat at the display of dominance, eyes glued to your lips.

"I like when Daddy's in charge, but I always get what I want. He spoils me rotten, but that's the way I like it. Daddy knows what happens when he denies me, doesn't he?" you ask.

Robert peaks up from underneath your skirt. "I've learned my lesson," he says before resuming his exploration of your thighs.

"Are you going to give me what I want?" you ask, turning your attention back to Lawrence.

He swallows thickly. "Yes."

You grin. "Wonderful. Now, take off your shirt."

You let him go and he stands up straight. Lawrence is surprised that you're so demanding, almost entitled, but he's working open the buttons on his shirt anyway.

He reveals his pale chest dusted with light hair. His pink nipples are peaked from the cool air in the room and he feels a flush rise to his chest under your gaze. As he opens his shirt further, you can see the happy trail that leads underneath the waistband of his pants, and your desire for him grows.

While you watch Lawrence, Robert pushes your panties to the side to touch your pussy. He gently strokes your clit with his finger and tongue, caresses your folds with slow licks, and dips his fingers just the slightest bit inside you. He's teasing you, but you're not worked up enough to complain about it yet.

"Now the pants," you order.

Lawrence slips off his shoes and undoes his belt, letting his pants fall to his ankles. You lick your lips at the sight of him standing in his briefs.

"Daddy," you say, pulling him away from your cunt by his hair.

"Yes, dear?"

"Take your clothes off too."

Robert does as he's told and undresses. You watch Lawrence trying not to watch Robert and it amuses you. Once both men are left in their underwear, you pull down your skirt and take off your blouse, leaving you in your own undergarments.

You stand up and step between the two men. You place a hand on both of their chests and urge them closer. Lawrence hesitantly puts his hands on your waist and Robert grabs your hips from behind. Both of them explore your body with your hands, and when they touch, Lawrence gasps.

"No need to be so shy, Doctor," you say while looking into his eyes. "Daddy doesn't bite."

Robert tucks his face into the crook of your neck and does just that; he sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin and you gasp. Your back arches and your chest presses against Lawrence's.

The man in front of you looks down at your breasts, almost entranced by them. You notice, of course.

"You can touch them if you want," you say.

Lawrence studies your face for any sign of hesitation, but all he sees is you batting your doe eyes at him. He slides his hands up your torso and cups your breasts in his large hands. You hear him let out a shaky breath and both you and Robert chuckle.

"He's so easy, Daddy," you giggle.

Robert wraps his arms around your waist and presses his chest against your back. "It's been a while for him, honey. Don't be mean."

Lawrence's cheeks are a delicious pink and it makes you want to tease him even more. You run your hand down his chest, stomach, over the fuzz under his navel, and over the bulge in his briefs. His body jolts at the contact, so you do it again.

"Fuck," he whispers.

"That's a naughty word, Doctor. I didn't think someone like you would do something like this."

Your hand slips underneath the waistband and you grasp his cock. You give it one firm stroke and when he lets out a groan, you grin.

"Haven't you tortured Dr. Lawrence enough for one night, dear?" Robert asks. He's phrasing it to sound like he's trying to benefit Lawrence, but you know he's getting impatient.

"I just want one more thing, Daddy," you say, looking over your shoulder at him.

"Anything for you," he smiles.

You have a devilish twinkle in your eye, one Robert knows well. "I want you and Dr. Lawrence to kiss."

Lawrence gawks, his eyes flicking up to Robert's to see if he's also shocked. To his surprise, Robert looks as if you've just asked him the weather.

“You’re a scientist, Ernie. Do it in the name of research,” Robert suggests. “Or in the name of getting your dick wet. Whatever works for you.”

"Okay," Lawrence says hesitantly.

Robert moves from behind you to stand next to Lawrence. He gently places his hand on the taller man's hip and leans close. You watch eagerly as Robert reaches up to press his lips to Lawrence's. Lawrence is stiff, but he's not rejecting the kiss. He's pliant for Robert, allowing him to take control.

The kiss doesn't last long and there's no tongue, but it was enough to satisfy you. When the two men part, they both look over at you. Robert's pupils are lust-blown and Lawrence looks like he could pass out.

"Was that what you wanted?" Robert asks.

"It was perfect, Daddy," you smile. "Now Dr. Lawrence has earned my pussy."

You scamper off to the bed and lay down on your stomach. Your feet hang over the edge of the bed a bit so there's enough room for Robert by the pillows.

Robert walks around the bed, taking off his underwear before climbing onto the mattress and sitting in front of you. His cock is hard and leaking, and you bite your lip in anticipation of what's to come.

"You tell him what to do, Daddy," you say while looking up at Robert through your lashes.

With Robert's legs positioned on either side of your head, you open your mouth and take the tip of his cock into your mouth. He lets out a groan when you suck gently.

"Why don't you come give our good girl what she wants," Robert says over your head to Lawrence.

Wordlessly, Lawrence steps forward and gently grasps the waistband of your panties. You move your legs to make it easier to take them off and Lawrence is met with the sight of your dripping cunt.

"Fuck," he whispers to himself.

Lawrence takes off his own underwear and begins to stroke his dick while looking at your ass. Robert watches him with a raised eyebrow, wondering when he'll get to it.

"Eat her out first. You can't fuck her dry," Robert says.

"She certainly isn't dry," Lawrence says as he kneels behind you and spreads your legs apart.

You squirm a bit when he leans in, his hot breath tickling your inner thighs. He starts by licking up your pussy, vaguely aware that Robert did this earlier. He can't tell if he's tasting your juices, Robert's spit, or a mixture of the two, but it's intoxicating.

He teases your clit with his tongue while you do the same to Robert's cock. You can't help the moan that escapes your mouth when Lawrence works his tongue into you. His hands grip your thighs as he buries his face deeper into you, making his glasses dig into your skin.

It's good, too good, but you know getting fucked by him will be better. You pull off of Robert and look up at him with a pout. "Make him stop, Daddy. I wanna cum on his dick, not his face."

The idea of you soaking his face makes Lawrence groan into your pussy and he is reluctant to stop. You're clearly impatient because before he has the change to remove his tongue, you're reaching back and pulling him away by his hair.

Lawrence whines at the tug on his roots. It's an accident, an entirely involuntary reaction and one you will file away for later.

"You heard her," Robert says, giving Lawrence the green light.

You work your way farther down Robert's cock as Lawrence kneels on the bed behind you, positioning himself properly. The tip of the cock hits the back of your throat and you gag. Robert looks down at you sympathetically and cups your jaw, stroking it soothingly.

"Take it all, gorgeous. Don't choke on it, I know you can do it."

Lawrence would be lying if he said Robert's dirty talk to you wasn't also affecting him. His cock drips as he nears your entrance and he is certain he won't last long. His tip bumps against your folds and you tense up at first, but then relax.

"Go ahead, Doctor," Robert says with a teasing lilt. "Fuck her."

Taking directions from Robert makes Lawrence's cock throb, but he pointedly ignores the implications of that in favor of relishing in the feeling of your tight cunt as he pushes into you.

He goes slow as to not hurt you, but your hole swallows him up greedily so he figures he doesn't have to worry about that. Once he's seated fully inside of you, he lets out the breath he was holding.

He braces himself on his hands and knees and begins to rock his hips. After so long with only his hand, your cunt feels like heaven. Even the friction of his lower stomach on your ass makes him dizzy.

At the head of the bed, your lips are pressed around the base of Robert's cock and you're focusing on trying not to choke. He's praising you like he always does, but it's hard to hear him over the blood rushing in your ears.

Your lipstick stains his cock, marking him in a way that makes Robert's possessive hindbrain go wild. He tries to be considerate when you suck him off like this, but it's so difficult to stop himself from bucking into your mouth and making you take him.

Pretty soon, you're getting fucked from both ends. Lawrence is pounding into your cunt, dick dragging along that sweet spot inside of you that fuels the flame inside of you. Robert instructed you to relax your throat so he could grab your hair and work you over his cock at his pace.

This is always your favorite part of the scene, when your bossy, bratty demeanor is replaced by a needy, submissive one. You're still getting what you want, but the punishing strokes of both men make it feel like they're the ones calling the shots.

Your whines and moans are muffled by Robert's cock, but both he and Lawrence are making noise freely.

"You feel so good," Robert praises. "My pretty little girl."

Lawrence doesn't do any talking, save for the occasional swear. There's mostly heavy breathing and small moans coming from behind you, and that just won't do.

"Spank her, Ernie. Makes her even tighter," Robert says.

"Can't get much tighter," he says, breathless. He brings his hand back and delivers a slap to your outer thigh. You choke on a cry and like Robert said you would, you got tighter. "Shit."

"Her cunt feel good?" Robert asks. He knows how hot it makes you when he talks about you like you're not there.

"So fucking good."

"You like sticking your dick in students, Doctor?" Lawrence moans low and long. He drapes himself over your back to rut into you with a newfound desperation. "You're never going to look at her the same."

Robert's right. The two of you have ruined Lawrence's life. He won't be able to teach or even think about physics without thinking of his student with the tightest pussy he's ever fucked.

"I'm gonna cum," Lawrence says. He's embarrassed that he was so quick, but he held it off for as long as he could.

"You better pull out," Robert says, still forcing you down on his cock. "You wouldn't want to knock her up, would you?"

Lawrence curses and quickly sits up to jerk himself off over top of you. Robert watches intently, ignoring you while Lawrence squirts his cum on your lower back. He groans and his head lolls back, the fatigue and relief hitting him once he's ridden through his orgasm.

Lawrence stands at the foot of the bed to catch his breath, watching the scene in front of him. "You're not finished," Robert says, his voice noticeably more airy now. "You're not done until she cums for you."

Resuming his earlier position, Lawrence eats you out with the intent of having you soak his face. He rubs your clit with his thumb, fucks you with his tongue, and moans into your cunt, all while you get face fucked at the head of the bed.

"Good fucking girl. You're gonna make me cum," Robert says to you. "Where do you want it? On your face?" You try to shake your head but Robert's hand on the back on your neck makes it difficult. "You want to swallow it, don't you?"

You moan loudly and nod the best you can. Robert smirks down at you and his body relaxes as he prepares to cum down your throat. You allow yourself to be used and focus on the pleasure of Lawrence's tongue inside you.

Like the last time he got you close, it didn't take much time at all. Before you know it, your cunt gushes all over his face and you cry out. Lawrence's mouth floods with your cum and he drinks it down eagerly.

With one particularly deep thrust, the first spurt of cum hits the back of your throat, making you gag. You're helpless to do anything but take it, though you don't swallow yet. You know Daddy likes to see it in your mouth.

Distracted by Robert's orgasm, you don't realize that Lawrence is still working your pussy until it becomes painfully sensitive. Robert pulls out of your mouth and lets go of your neck and your body jolts, trying to escape the stimulation.

"Stop," you whine, but its muddled by the puddle of cum on your tongue.

Lawrence immediately pulls away and you look at him from over your shoulder. He's sweaty: hair wet, chest glistening, and glasses foggy. He looks absolutely wrecked, but you don't get to admire him for long because Robert pulls your attention back to him.

"Hasn't anyone told you not to talk with your mouth full, little girl?" he asks, holding your jaw. "Open up, let me see."

You do as you're told and stick out your tongue so he can see the pearly liquid. He smiles, satisfied, but it morphs into something wicked.

"Why don't you go give Dr. Lawrence a kiss, dear? Thank him for making you cum."

Robert gives you a look that screams don't question me. You sit up, legs shaking, and turn to where Lawrence stands at the foot of the bed. You don't say a word, but you look up at him with wide, tantalizing eyes.

This time, Lawrence doesn't look to Robert before making his move. He ducks down and cups your jaw with his large hand before slotting his lips against yours. You escalate the kiss by pressing your tongue to the seam of his lips and when he allows you entrance, you let the cum flow from your mouth to his.

Lawrence whimpers, surely disliking the bitter taste, but swallows it quickly to get it out of his mouth. Despite that, he keeps kissing you for a second longer.

"Did you like it, Doctor?" you ask once you part.

Lawrence isn't certain if you're asking about the sex or the cum.

"Yes," he breathes.

You smile widely and look over your shoulder back at Robert, who is still sitting shamelessly nude and spread on the bed. The three of you sit in silence for a moment before Lawrence starts to redress.

No one offered him a place in the bed for the night and he certainly wasn't going to ask to stay. You crawl back up by Robert and cuddle into his side, laying your head on his wife's pillow. You both watch as Lawrence rebuttons his shirt and slips on his shoes without untying them.

Once dressed, Lawrence looks at the two of you and clears his throat, suddenly feeling awkward. "Thank you for having me," he says.

"Our pleasure," you giggle.

Robert reaches over to the night stand and takes a cigarette out of his case and lights it. He takes a long, slow drag of it before speaking.

"See you on Monday, Doctor."

Lawrence smiles sheepishly and walks out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Work certainly is going to be different from now on. Most notably, no one will be able to address him without him popping a boner in the middle of a lecture.

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

I shall humbly ask for Shenhe, Eula, and Ayaka's S/O getting very shy asking if they can kiss for the first time.

The cryo women of this game have scrambled my brain

Them reacting to their S/O getting shy when asking if they can kiss

characters: Shenhe / Eula / Ayaka x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: "The cryo women of this game have scrambled my brain" Same Chris. Same. Just saying… Shenhe’s skin

That being said, I havent written *that much* these last couple of weeks, so I'm sorry if my writing is a bit rusty, I did give it my best tho.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Shenhe

Sometimes, Shenhe couldn’t help but find you… weird. You had no problems talking to complete strangers, happily chatting away as if you knew each other from way back in your childhood, were comfortable with praising, complimenting or saying other things many humans seemed to find embarrassing to her, and yet, when your hand as much as brushed against hers while walking side-by-side you’d apologize as if there was no tomorrow while your face turned all manner of red.

Perhaps you getting embarrassed from touching her wasn’t the weird part and your willingness to voice your feelings was, or perhaps these were two entirely different things that Shenhe had yet to understand.

So when the day came you turned shy simply by talking, it immediately caught her attention. And yet, your words didn’t seem to match your behavior at all. Wasn’t it normal or even expected for couples to kiss? Why were you getting so worked up about it?

“Sure”, she responded so bluntly that, for a brief moment, even you were starting to wonder why you had been so nervous in the first place.

She’d have to make sure to ask you about it later, although that could wait a bit, considering how happy and relieved you looked at this moment.

Eula

Being direct had never been Eula’s strength, so much was clear from the moment you first spoke to her. The Lawrence instead choosing to encrypt her true feelings and opinions in a matter that easily came over as aloof and stand-offish. And while you quickly took up her manner of speech when around her, your adaptiveness made the moments you broke character so much more jarring.

So when you asked her whether or not it was alright for you to kiss her suddenly and out of nowhere (also known as dusk at the end of a long date), with a face as red as a crimson fabric and enough tripping over your words to make a drunkard shake their head in disbelief, Eula couldn’t help but be caught off-guard.

Before she knew it, her face was on its way to mirror yours. The proud aristocrat suddenly finding herself at a loss for words as she desperately attempted to string together enough words to save face. Each second making the whole situation so much more embarrassing.

And yet, Eula somehow managed to regain her composure in time, swallowing whatever remnants of surprise and embarrassment she felt before speaking up with her usual grin.

“You may try, although you should think twice about it. I am a Lawrence after all, so you should know better than to trust us. But since it’s you, I might even allow you to leave in one piece.”

Ayaka

As the eldest daughter of the Kamisato Clan, the leaders of the Yashiro Commission in charge of cultural and ceremonial affairs, Ayaka was well-versed in all sorts of ancient traditions. And while she found no use for traditional courting rituals, she couldn’t help but pick up on them while trying to memorize the rest.

All of which was to say that once the two of you started to go out, her expectations and knowledge about relationships were somewhat outdated or out of place. So when the day came that you shyly asked her whether or not you could kiss her, Ayaka’s brain short circuited, not expecting you to ask in such an outright and sudden manner.

“Ah. You- What?” As the princess began stumbling over her words, she suddenly missed the days she could hide behind her paperwall while talking to you, getting all the positives from talking to you while not having to worry about her body-language. And yet, here you were, both of you slowly but surely getting more nervous and panicked as the awkward silence stretched on.

“That came out of nowhere, j-just forget I said anything”, you eventually broke the silence, too embarrassed to even look in her direction as you suddenly pretended to find a nearby tree irresistibly interesting.

When you eventually did turn back towards her however, only to be greeted with a kiss that was supposed to land on your cheek and instead ended up on the corner of your mouth and an Ayaka whose face turned even redder than before, your face heated up once again as you looked instinctively looked away, all the while wearing a large smile.

[meantaylorsversion]

I CAN SEE YOU BEING MY ADDICTION

Football Player!Peter Parker x Marching Band!Shy!Reader

summary; both you and peter were nominated for homecoming court, but not as each other's dates. In fact you two kept your relationship a secret from everyone, even your closest friends. He wished he could show you off to the whole school

warnings; none lol

notes; pookies i am not in band but i have a lot of band friends so forgive me if this isn't the most accurate

words; 1.3k?

You watched as the crowd roared when Peter ran into the end zone. Your instrument blaring, to the sound of a song you've played many times before. A sly smile appeared on your face, the corner of your lips holding a secret only two people knew. It was a stroke of luck that the cheerleaders were placed in front of the band. All anyone could see from the big screen was Peter looking towards the cheerleaders with a big grin on his face, or what they thought was a smile underneath the helmet. The game was a landslide, the team was up 35 while the other team only had one touchdown from the first quarter and hadn't scored since. You heard your best friend at your side, whispering, "Why are you watching Parker? I thought you hated him,"

You scoff, turning your face away from them, "When have I ever said that! He's in my physics class and he's.....nice!" You hated lying to your best friend but you liked having him all to yourself. You and Peter had been dating secretly for a few months but you knew what all your friends would say. They were wrong, they only saw the persona he put on in school, but beneath that was the sweet and nerdy boy who geeked out over Star Wars while you threw popcorn at him. They didn't know how he visited his parent's graves every Sunday, or how he adored his Aunt May.

They scoffed lightly, "Yeah and the sky is green!" You rolled your eyes ignoring their comment, gluing your sight to the field, holding your instrument tightly.

The timer had ticked down, the lights shining brightly on the players. It was almost half-time, which was when the nominations for Homecoming Court would be announced. There was no chance that Peter wouldn't be voted for King, and you knew that Gwen Stacy would be nominated as his 'date'. It didn't bother you at all. No, not at all.

What you didn't account for was your friend putting your name in for the ballot and all of the music department voting for you and the Drum Major Austin Lawrence. The whistle blew, signaling the game was at halftime.  You let out a breath of relief as you got off the stands, following behind your friends slowly, hoping to catch a glimpse of Peter while the other marching band took the field.

You almost stumbled over your feet as you saw Peter take off his helmet as he exited the field. No matter how many times you saw your boyfriend, his beauty always took your breath away. The front strands of his hair stuck to his forehead, his face holding a grin as his teammates bumped their shoulders with him, as they left to the locker-room. You heard him laughing and joking with them, and you wish he would never stop laughing, the sound was so melodious to you that it felt brighter than the sun. You had spent so much staring at him that your friend had grabbed your arm and pulled you over to the concession stands, grabbing the food Austin was holding for them and shoving it into your hands, and you turned your head to the big screen. You could see the pictures of Peter and Gwen from the yearbook being projected as the announcer had started speaking.

You felt the envy spread throughout your body, it was stupid but you couldn't control it. Your jaw had clenched, so much so your friend put their hand on your shoulder, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Y/N? What's your problem?" Their eyebrows furrowed, as they tried to discreetly look at Austin. He knew about the nominations, your friend had convinced him to keep it a secret. They thought it'd be a nice suprise for your senior year, but you never liked the spotlight. It's why you haven't revealed that you and Peter are dating, meanwhile there was nothing more in the world that he wanted to do than show you off to the whole school. Your friend waited for your answer, but you were lost in thought, watching Peter from afar.

"Huh? Oh it's nothing, um just a headache I guess," You replied, before you practically jumped out of your skin when you heard your name and Austin's name was announced, heard all around the stadium. The picture of you two was you and Austin talking during a break at a football game, but what you didn't notice was the lovestruck look on his face. Peter noticed, he's been noticing since you guys started dating, and he hated it.

Peter had a class with him once, and he found him annoying. Was Peter biased? No, of course not, why would he be? It's not like the kid was in love with his girlfriend or anything. It had irked him so much how he couldn't go up and kiss you like the world was ending, all because you didn't want to deal with the backlash of dating the school's quarterback. He understood of course, but he loved you so much and all he wanted to do was show you off.

The camera had practically put the camera in front of you and Austin's face, the look of surprise evident on yours. You heard the whole band from behind cheering as Austin put his arm around you, and smiled down at you.

He practically shouted in your ear, “C’mon! Cheer up! This is supposed to be fun!" You laughed nervously, trying to keep your unease at bay, at least while the camera was pointed at you two. Luckily for you, the camera man walked away, intending to find the next homecoming couple. You moved yourself out from underneath Austin's arm and walked away from him and your friend.

It was lucky that the band didn't have to be back for another 15 minutes and that Peter saw you walking away from them. He followed after in a safe distance, so that there wouldn't be any suspicion, he knew he should be in the locker room, but he knew you were upset and he couldn't give a damn about anyone else in this moment. You found a little hiding spot in freshman year in the stadium and any time you needed a moment to yourself during a game, you’d escape there.

“Y/N, babe? What’s wrong?” He frowned, as he looked down at you, reaching for you. You melted into his arms, allowing yourself one moment in public with him.

"I didn't know I was nominated for it," You mumbled into his chest, scrunching your nose slightly as his jersey was sweaty. He hugged you a little tighter before Peter let go and looked into your e/c eyes.

"Babe, it won't be that bad ok? You are an amazing person and I love you." He reassured, kissing your cheek before running back to the locker room. He could care less if his coach was mad, all he cared about was you.

You smiled sweetly as he walked away, taking a deep breath before walking back to the band bleachers. Your friends breathed a sigh of relief as they saw you walk up.

"Where were you? We turned around for one second and you were gone! And you didn't come back for five minutes!" Your friend whisper shouted as you walked up the bleachers. You ignored them, walking back to your spot ignoring them. You were pissed, you didn't even know about it and now you had to do all this extra stuff for homecoming that you didn't want to! All you wanted to do was go with your friends and watch Peter from a distance.

They didn't understand, it was the whole reason your relationship with Peter was a secret, you hated attention! And now you had to do all this extra stuff for Homecoming now, though you would be able to spend more time with Peter or at least be in his presence.

[comfort-clubhouse]

Comfort Characters (Waves 1-5)

ENA (Season 1)

Kirby

Hello Kitty (Sanrio)

My Melody (Sanrio)

Cinnamoroll (Sanrio)

Oggy (Oggy & The Cockroaches)

Olivia (Oggy & The Cockroaches)

Hex (FNF)

Soft BF (FNF: Soft)

Orbulon (Warioware)

Mario.EXE (Mario.EXE/Mario's Madness)

MX (Mario.EXE)

SCP-049 (SCP)

SCP-999 (SCP)

Rayman

Hex (FNF)

QT (FNF)

Nikusa (FNF)

Rascal (FNF)

Rosalina (Mario)

Luigi (Mario)

Count Bleck (Mario)

Tippi (Mario)

Boo (Mario)

Zavok (Sonic)

Chao (Sonic)

Orbot (Sonic)

Cream (Sonic)

Cubot (Sonic)

SpongeBob SquarePants

Slenderman (Creepypasta)

Splendor Man (Creepypasta)

Lulu (Creepypasta)

Lost Silver (Pokèpasta)

Father (Kids Next Door)

Monty Uno (Kids Next Door)

Jaune (Spooky Month)

Skid (Spooky Month)

Robert (Spooky Month)

Bezel (Chikn Nuggit)

Cofi (Chikn Nuggit)

Little Miss Sunshine (Little Miss)

Little Miss Shy (Little Miss)

Mr Quiet (Mr Men Show)

Ragdoll (DC/The Batman Series)

Question (DC)

Sayori (DDLC)

Jigglypuff (Pokémon)

Darkrai (Pokèmon)

Snatcher (Hat In Time)

Grim (Grim Adventures Of Billy & Mandy)

Bread Mother (DHMIS)

Electracey (DHMIS)

Chudd Chudders (Skatoony)

Edd (Eddsworld)

Meta Knight (Kirby)

Neo Cortex (Crash Bandicoot)

Eri (MHA)

Bubble (BFDI)

X (BFB)

DangerGrid of Doom (Skatoony)

Moxxie (Helluva Boss)

Bendy (Bendy & The Dark Revival)

Sammy Lawrence (BATIM)

Baroness Von Bon Bon (Cuphead Show)

Charlie Morningstar (Hazbin Hotel)

N (Murder Drones)

Flaky (Happy Tree Friends)

Papyrus (Undertale)

Toriel (Undertale)

Majin Sonic

Mad Hatter (DC/BTAS)

Mushi Sanban (Kids Next Door)

Maurice (Kids Next Door)

Dr Nefarious (Ratchet & Clank)

Miraitowa (Tokyo 2020 Mascot)

Someity (Tokyo 2020 Mascot)

Hanazuki

Right Hand Man (Henry Stickmin)

Sam (Trick R Treat)

Scar (Alien Vs Predator)

Dingodile (Crash Bandicoot)

Aku Aku (Crash Bandicoot)

Scarecrow (DC/BTAS/TNBA/Harley Quinn Series/Happy Halloween Scooby Doo/Arkham Knight/Arkham Asylum/Injustice 2)

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Sarvente (FNF)

Wall-E

EVE (Wall-E)

Grogu (Mandalorian)

Mr Shark (The Bad Guys)

Zardy (Zardy's Maze)

Hank Anderson (Detroit: Become Human)

Needlem0use

Luther (Needlem0use)

Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)

Blitzø (Helluva Boss)

Collin (Helluva Boss)

Ms Joke (MHA)

Tsuyu Asui (MHA)

EteleD (Wii Deleted You)

Corrupt Mii (Wii Deleted You)

Duck Guy (DHMIS)

Red Guy (DHMIS)

Bingo & Snorky (Banana Splits)

Taki (Friday Night Fever)

Lord X (EXE)

Curse (EXE)

Hog (EXE)

Hypno (Pokemon/Pokèpasta)

Kapuna-Wa (Crash Bandicoot)

Lani-Loli (Crash Bandicoot)

Pusheen Cat

Shirousa & Kurousa (Sugar Bunnies)

Pump (Spooky Month)

Spot The Dog

Dr Strangeglove (Moshi Monsters)

Jevil (Deltarune)

Dmitri Petrov (Henry Stickmin)

Charles Calvin (Henry Stickmin)

Reginald Copperbottom (Henry Stickmin)

Sun (FNAF)

Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony)

Shuey Rhon Rhon (Beijing Paralympics Mascot)

Meilin Lee (Turning Red)

Abby Park (Turning Red)

Zazz (Sonic)

King Shark (DC/Harley Quinn Series)

Mugman (Cuphead Show)

Perrito (Puss In Boots)

Meggy (SMG4)

Moon Knight (Marvel)

Mama (Cooking Mama)

Alice (Pokémon)

Alicia (Pokémon)

Eevee (Pokémon)

Tari (SMG4)

Secret History Tails (mashed)

Poppet (Moshi Monsters)

Capt Squirk (Moshi Monsters)

Baby Rox (Moshi Monsters)

Gary (SpongeBob)

Sandy Cheeks (SpongeBob)

XR (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

White Hat (Villainous)

505 (Villainous)

PukeyHurlC (Grossery Gang)

Iris (Pokémon)

Pipsqueak (The Lorax)

[genshinlover101]

Love the work you do, may I request Eula hcs with a shy/introverted S/O?

Eula with an introverted S/O

Character: Eula x gn!reader

Warnings: none

A/n: this took way too long for how short it is but I just got around to finishing it 😎

• Eula never minded your introversion, rather she preferred it. Never forcing you to go out of your comfort zone. She knew you wished to blend in more, but your shy habits held you back.

• Although alone at most times, Eula would rather spend her time with a loved one. She wasn’t shy by any means, her isolation due to her reserved nature. She was raised by her family to be untrustworthy. In contrast, the Acting Grandmaster had taught her to cherish her comrades.

• Her hesitance and your introversion clashed at first. Both of you were not willing to make the first move. Yet you two mixed so very well once the wall fell between you.

As the Captain of the Reconnaissance Company, Eula was often invited to many formal events. Always given the opportunity of a plus one, she’d rather nobody accompany her other than you. Despite your initial apprehension, your need to please your girlfriend far overrode your shyness.

“Are you sure?” She asked you, your clammy hand gripping firmly onto hers. You two already dressed in matching formal attire, it would be a waste to turn back now. “You’re obviously uncomfortable with this,” she squeezed your hand back in an effort to calm you. Brushing her opposite hand across your cheek noticing your flush of embarrassment. Her worried eyes following her fingertip’s movements tracing the outline of your jawline.

“You must know you don’t have to do this,” her eyebrows knitted together. Her words were laced with understanding but she was looking at you with her doe eyes. You knew it was unintentional, yet it still felt like she was begging you. Your presence alone remains a source of comfort and power to her.

Standing outside the Knights of Favonius headquarters' large entrance, you took a couple of deep breaths before you decided to pull yourself together. “It’s alright…” you said, a thin sheet of sweat on your forehead. what’s the worst that can happen?

“But you’ve looked better,” she argued. “I’d rather stay back at home if-,”

“I’m doing this for you.” You interjected.

“For me?” Her look of pure innocence tethered your soul together firmly. She looked as if nobody had ever considered her feelings before. Just as badly as you wanted to go home, she wanted you to be by her side. Not once has she ever gotten her way in the Lawrence family. Always being the second choice.

“Yes.” You sandwiched her hand between both of yours to confirm your feelings. “For you I’ll go.” For Eula, you’d endure your quivering soul for a single night of memories amongst many others with her.

“Thank you, my love,” she smiled gently as her hand lingered on the door to allow you both in. The butterflies began gathering in her stomach once again. Your body rattled as you saw the large turnout the party had as crowds unveiled themselves to the creaky wooden door.

She looked back at you once more, her hand cupping your ear as she came close to whisper, “Don’t leave my side and I’ll protect you.” her opposite hand guided you and glued you by the hip.

[hoffmans-trophywife]

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x reader?

Reader gave Adam a bunch of hickies while he was asleep in his dark room/photography room. Adam ends up waking up getting kidnapped & then wakes up in the bathroom with Dr. Gordon. Adam is worried about scars/stollen kidneys that would be later sold on EBay. Dr. Gordon ends up stating that he sees no scars, but definitely sees lots of hickies. Adam is gets shy & embarrassed.

Hi anon, thanks for your suggestion, hope you like 💖

Sweet Mouth | Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x Reader

Warnings: fluff (?), mentions of bathroom trap

You waited for Adam for a long time lying in the bed you shared with him every night, or that you used to share, since he was so busy with work to pay the bills that he barely had time to spend with you. You missed him so much, but you understood his needs.

Tired of waiting, you got up from your bed and walked in calm steps to Adam's photography room, where you found him sleeping under a pile of printed photos, you got close to him and looked at the photos, in all of them there was a blond man who always seemed to be distracted. You ignored him and got close to Adam, trying to wake him up, without success, he was spending so many nights without sleeping properly that when sleep finally reached him he spent more hours than usual sleeping.

“Hey babe. You need to sleep in our bed...”

You spoke, trying to wake him up, but he just blinked a few times and closed his eyes again, you noticed his uncovered neck, the marks you had left were almost gone, as were the ones he had left on your neck. You brought your mouth closer to his skin and left light kisses and bites, Adam let out a few low sighs, seeing the marks of your lips began to come to life on his pale neck, you stopped.

“Why are you doing this?”

He asked confused and sleeped, you laughed.

“I love you, and this how i show my love for you.”

You kissed his lips and he smiled.

“Oh yeah, i know. Let me show my love for you too.”

He pushed you by your waist and started to kissed your neck, you laughed together until he decided that your neck was marked enough and then he stopped.

“I love you too. Go to bed, sweetheart, i will go in few minutes, i just need to finished that, don't worry.”

“I will wait for you another day, i feel tired. Have a good night.”

“You too, babe.”

He wished and you went back to the room, he would wake up with some pain in his neck, but it would be solely his fault that he hadn't come to bed with you. Anyway, he always appeared next to you the next day, you just didn't feel it due to the extremely heavy sleep you had.

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“Hey, wake up! Hey!!!”

Adam heard someone calling him, his neck was hurting and he couldn't see anything, he also didn't recognize the place where he was, it was damp and had a horrible smell. A light was turned on, making his eyes burn and he soon realized where he was, it was an old, dirty and smelly bathroom, his foot was tied to a chain, attached to an old and rusty pipe.

In front of him was another man on a chain, who he quickly recognized as the doctor he had been paid to take some photos of recently, Dr. Lawrence Gordon, who was looking at him suspiciously.

“What’s your name?”

Lawrence asked and Adam rolled his eyes.

“My name is Very Fucking Confused; what’s your name?”

“Lawrence. What's the last thing you remember?”

“Nothing important! I slept in my shithole room apartment, while my girlfriend was sleeping in our bed, and i woke up in an actual shithole. Wait wait... Do you see any scars?”

“What? Scars?”

Gordon asked confused.

“Huh? This is what they do man! They kidnap and drug you, before you know it you're lying in a bathtub and your kidneys are on eBay!”

“No one has taken your kidneys.”

“How can you tell from way over there?”

“Because you'd need to be in terrible agony or you'd be dead by now, trust me.”

“What are you? A surgeon?”

“Yeah. Someone didn't take your kidneys, but almost token your neck.”

The doctor said and Adam looked at him with a weird look.

"What do you mean?"

He started to touch his neck, worried.

“Not in the literal way. But you have a lot of red and purple marks on your neck, kisses and bite marks. Your night was great before you woke up here.”

“Hickies?”

“A lot of them. You got attacked.”

He said in a funny way and Adam started to get red and look at other places in the bathroom, not in Lawrence's face, he was feeling so embarrassed, he and you liked to give hickies on each other necks, but he always hid from others people, unfortunately he couldn't hide this time

“Don’t be embarassed. I think every teenager do that.”

Lawrence tried to confort him.

“Well i'm not a teenager, and i don't know where is my girlfriend.”

“If this conforts you, i don't know where is my wife too.”

“I think if you had hickies on your neck i would be more contorted than in that situation.”

Final note: please reblog if you liked!

[ivanzplaid]

I saw those praise headcanons and it reminded me of an idea I’ve been sitting on for awhile.

A male reader who brings up the idea of spanking to Lawrence Gordon, Peter Strahm, Patrick Bateman, and Bo Sinclair.

The readers kinda shy and nervous about it too. I’ve just been sitting on this brain rot for awhile and I wanted to share it.

-📼

LOVE YOU CASSETTE ANON YES OF COURSE. i love when yall share the brainrot with me because when i see these requests i literally jump with joy, share all ur thoughts with me i love this idea sm😭😭😭 these characters are perfect too because we have a nice mix between stern and classy to rough hungry and im literally screaming running around thinking about this THANK YOUUU. also im labeling this group as slashers even though all dont fall under the category, its just easier this way

my progress got deleted halfway thru bo's section so im so sorry if its sloppy i was just fedddd up w tumblr

requests are open, masterlist is up!!

Slashers x M!reader + Introducing Spanking | Headcanons

Warnings: nsfw undercut, dirty talk, man handling, praise & degradation, caring!lawrence & bo (but also some mean!dom! energy.. just how its gotta be), dom!slashers, sub!reader, punishments, we all expected mean!patrick lets be real here

Lawrence Gordon

lawrence loves to hear any ideas you have, he thinks its healthy to share new ideas and experiences with eachother. yet he also gets a slight suspicion that youre holding out on him the next time youre in the bedroom, he knows you well and can memorize your body language, so when he sees you avoiding eye contact and talking in a hushed or awkward manner, he wants to know whats going through your mind

he'll lay down and have your head on his chest while he plays/pats your hair, trying to ease you into saying it, snd is pleasantly surprised with your answer

"Tell me whats wrong darling, speak to me."

"I was thinking.. maybe we could, try something new? We don't have to do this if you don't want to, its fine, but, could we try spanking?"

his eyes meet yours and he sees how reluctant you were to telling him. as his hands find your chin, angling it up to meet his eyes, he smiles and says sure, whatever will give you a better experience is something hes willing to try

he thinks its funny how nervous you were, since hes open about a lot of things. hes a stern and classy dom, utilizing punishments and keeping himself composed a lot, he likes to see how youre such a mess when hes commanding over you, how his slight touch and gaze make you whimper

loves to see your vulnerability, he wants to see you exposed and at his will, he wants you to be vocal for him and show him how much you love it, it fuels his ego and reassures that he isnt doing anything wrong (because in the end hes still lawrence, and he cares about you more than his own life)

will mock you as he does it, it is a punishment after all. loves to see how obedient or defiant you are during and after, he likes to make you seem pathetic for your reactions

"What? Can't take it? Oh but handsome we just started.."

will have you count how many times he does it, he wants to hear your voice sputter and moan, it will get him hard and he will use it against you ( using it as an excuse to fuck you hard, saying that "he couldnt resist your lewd and obscene moans" )

loves to force you to look at him as he does it, he wants to see that pretty face of yours, whether you cry, whine, or try to hide your face

does that thing where every time you squirm or move on him, he chuckles darkly saying "Oh Baby, you're making it so hard for me to not hold you down right now.. and just show you some fucking manners.."

he is seconds away from making you cockwarm him as he laughs at your attempts to get off. he will overstimulate you by slowly stroking your dick and then going "ah-ah-ah.. you have to stay still, its still a punishment"

he loves to stroke or pat your hair as he spanks you, he loves to feel you flinch as he inflicts pain. after he does it, he'll rub your tender spots and say how well you took them, and how pretty you sounded as you did (or, if you were bratty, how depraved and pathetic of a sight you were)

he'll take such good care of you, giving you proper aftercare and everything, but for now, hes got you ass up, displayed nice and neat for him

Patrick Bateman

hes more than excited you are, as he is more into impact play/things along that line. he just loves to see how your body contorts to his advances and how his fingers just gently gliding across your ass make you whine, both from how tender it is and because his touch is so gentle you need it

he also thinks its hilarious that you were nervous about asking, because hes a pretty dominant/open man, hes into some kinky shit, and hes not afraid to talk about it.

he will mock you about being nervous, then taunt you with that fact, making the experience all the more exciting/intense, just as he'd prefer. he will rub your face softly and say how delicate and precious you look, and say that this for the better, then begin spanking you

"Darling-Darling.. don't cry now. I'm not even close to being finished."

his voice is always smooth and calm, which coupled with his confident exterior, is terrible for you. he will stroke you and play with your ass while he spanks you. putting a cockring around your dick if he knows youre getting too close to cumming when he spanks and teases you, he needs you to be ready for him after, when he has you gripping at the bedsheets while he fucks and degrades you

is honestly a slight menace when it comes to things like this, he'll talk you through the spanking snd make sure that youre whiny and rubbing up against him for more, he gets off by seeing the physical effects of his work, making him hard asl

"Good Boy.. thats right, take what I give you.."

likes for you to make eye contact, and will grip your chin just to face him so he can see your face give out a pathetic moan (may even take a photo.. just for safe keeping)

and he will be mean about that, asking if his personal slut couldnt take what he asked. in a mocking tone he'll say if he should go lighter next time, or if you like it hard since you moaned his name the entire time

will have you suck his dick after, because he thinks you enjoyed it too much, and if he did all that for you, he should get something in return. but dont worry, he'll guide you and say how your mouth was meant for his cock and his cock only, and how well you take him, especially after how sore you are

he notices you staying off/putting less pressure on your ass as you suck him off, and it makes him proud. the whole kink makes him proud, because hes happy to see his hand prints on you, knowing that his gorgeous boyfriend took it, and thanked him after for it, thats his art

i wouldnt be shocked if he had some handcuffs or toys.. he experiments and he pulls hoes so. but because of this, he may incorporate some bondage in and handcuff your wrists/ankles to the bedposts, having your stomach on the bed, and then deliver the spanking there.. he likes to see the cuffs rattle and your body shake

would obviously have you count as he spanks you, not because hes tryna be classy like lawrence, but because he knows you cant, and likes to hear your voice die out the moment he starts, and he will go on and on, having you count to the 10's, 20's, and if he thinks youve deserved it, 30's

"C'mon sweetheart.. don't stop counting. What number am I on?"

aftercare is exquisite, taking absth and applying some nice little lotion, just so he can abuse you the same the day after

Bo Sinclair

hes also a bit of a rough yet concerned man. he wants to try this out, because it lets out his sadistic side a bit more, but if he could get lost in the pleasure he gets from it, or, if he hears genuine pain from you, he gets anxious. he'd never want to actually hurt you, but if you give him the go ahead, he indulges in it. something about seeing you like prey under him makes him go nuts

is like an animal when he loses control, he will make you cry, he eants to see you beg for him to keep going (or for him to stop), he wants to see how much he can break you before your all fucked out beneath him

he lowkey likes having control and dominance over another guy, it really boosts his ego, definitely some uncovered trauma but either way, seeing you whimper from what he gives you gives him a massive hard on

will ask you teasing snd taunting questions just to get you to cry out and squirm. sayin something like "Are you likin' it doll? Or should I just stop and leave ya all needin' for me.."

please moan his name, because he will not only spank you harder, and rub where the tender spots are, but after he will lay down, have you sit on his dick and shove himself inside of you as hard as he can. hes gonna show you a reward you get for sayin his name all pretty like that

he loves to put you into doggy style and spank you as he fucks you, its his favorite thing for easy access

he also loves to objectify you, using nicknames like "pet, toy, doll, etc."

"Ah ah.. look at me, keep your eyes on me sweets. It's not that hard." he says this as he literally pounds the shit out of your ass, gripping your chin so that you cant look away

speaking of this, he loves to force you to look at him. he cannot get enough of it. he wants to see your every move, every way you contort, and every sound you make, because he needs your reactions

he wants you to touch snd to grab him while he spanks you. him imagining you gripping his thighs or having you sucking him off will result in a spank of encouragement, his little treat. he loves it, he wants to feel you on him

also loves overstimulation while spanking you.. find his hands wandering and stroking your dick, or massaging your ass while he spanks you to increase your pleasure

out of the bedroom he continues this behavior. if youre in his shop helping him, he'll tap your ass before squeezing it, loving how shocked you get at his roughness in public

"Theres my little pet.. takin' this spanking all too well.. almost like you want me to make your ass more tender than it is!"

loves to ask you rhetorical questions to tease and taunt you. he wants to see you get all worked up over his nothing, his voice lingering in your ears to belittle you. he'd ask "oh sweets.. was that too hard? would you want me to be nicer? cause that pathetic moan you let out tells me a different story.."

is all for having you be loud and proud with your cries, god knows he gets loud, whether its dirt talk, grunting, or even a deeper growl, he does it, so he wants to hesr all those pretty sounds you have for him

he really loves to have you beg for him, something about having you so needy that you cannot restrain yourself makes him lose it. he wants you to cry, whine, beg, or stutter his name and beg for whatever he'll give you. because after that, hes fucking you so hard jnto the bedsheets, having you grip onto them with no signs of stopping. and trust that every plead is another spank, with him going "oh.. my dirt little toy loves it when I use their body snd treat them like the pathetic slut they are?"

is all for rubbing your tender spots and seeing your body jump from the feel of his calloused fingers running over you. he sometimes intentionally slaps the same soot because he needs to hear that lewd moan come from your mouth that makes him so hard

Peter Strahm

now he is a very stressed pent up man, he doesnt have a lot of outlets, so when his boyfriend introduces the idea, he looks into it for a bit before acting on it, hes not a really kinky guy

however, once he figures everything out, hes all for it. he finds a way to express his frustration sexually, seeing you under him as he fucks into you, moaning for his touch, it is therapeutic for him

he loves how his rings add a bit of a sting when they spank you, he loves how the specific marks on them show up and how you whimper, and honestly he loves to hold you down when he does it

the control he finally feels is a much different type of control than what he has at work. this control is stress free, he doesnt feel like he has a weight on his shoulders from conditions or cases he isnt meeting. he feels totally, and indescribably in power, and it turns him on so much more

hes never really experimented with kinks before, so expect him to find a new type of bliss with this. hes going to be as into this as you are, stroking your cheek with his pointer finger as he pleases both you and him

is more into praise than degradation, loves to say how pretty and sweet his boyfriend is. "My good little boy is taking it so well.. you cant get enough of me."

really loves to have you facing towards a mirror while he does it, he wants to see your face and he wants you to see how you look. having his dick slide in and out of you, your moaning face unnable to form any sentences, seeing his hand come up, only to roughly come down on your ass while he says how perfect you look

wants the verbal affirmation of how good it feels, he gets off on how he knows that hes doing good, that you cant help but tell him how good it feels

"There he is.. thats my boy. Thats right, take it, youre doing so well."

wants to have his hands all over you when he fucks and spanks you. on your thighs, on your shoulders, on your hips, or even spreading your ass to get the perfect view for his work

this section is so short im so sorry but it literally got deleted after i SAVED it so i gave up a little😭

thinks the way that you squirm when he holds your hips down/chokes you is hot, he loves to feel you moving and struggling for more against him

[gemini-sensei]

Late Night | Hawk Moskowitz x Lawrence!Reader

Chubby!Fem!Reader

Request: Heyy! Can you write a fic with Eli×Lawrence reader? Something a little angst but fluff? Maybe jonny doesn't approve their relationship

Contents: angst + fluff, forbidden love, slightly suggestive.

"Where are you going?"

Reader stopped just shy of reaching the front door of the apartment, holding in a scoff. She turned to her dad, who was situated on the couch with a beer in hand. Unsurprising, she thought to herself but got ahold of herself as she had to think of an excuse to tell him. Luckily, he didn't press too many issues and had a bit of a thick skull, so when she lied he believed her.

"Just out with some friends," she told him.

He looked at her and she got the feeling that he was suspicious. So maybe she should give him a little more credit. "Which friends?"

"Just some friends from school," she lied, turning back to the door. "They're waiting for me."

"Alright," he said, letting it go fairly easily. However, she still felt his eyes on her as she walked out of the apartment, hoping he didn't get the crazy idea to follow her out.

She didn't hear him come out behind her, but she still looked over her shoulder to make sure he wasn't looking out the window. Though she knew her dad well, sometimes it was hard to tell what was going on in his head. Sometimes he had his good moments - when he decided to be a "good dad" and actually try parenting her, but for the most part, he wasn't very bright. So nine times out of ten, he hadn't caught on to where she was actually going.

Hell, he hadn't even asked where she was going.

She walked away from their apartment complex and cut the corner, smiling as she saw her boyfriend's car. With a renewed vigor, she hurried over and climbed in.

"Hey, babe," Hawk said, watching Reader toss her bag in the back.

She smiled at him and leaned over the middle console, and he brought her into his arms. They kissed as a little hello, smiles melting against each other's lips. He nipped her bottom lip and she moaned, ready to completely fall into him, but stopped herself before they could start making out.

She smiled at him breathlessly. "Let's get outta here."

"Gladly," he chuckled and put the car into drive.

It wasn't as if the two wanted to keep their relationship a secret. In fact, both wanted to scream to the world how much they cared for each other, to put the labels of "girlfriend" and "boyfriend" all over their social media, hold each other's hands in public, among a thousand other couple-y things they could list off. The only thing standing in their way of happily ever after was Johnny Lawrence.

Reader's father had already made it clear to Reader that he didn't want her dating anyone from his dojo, which was total BS in her opinion. It made things "too complicated." She thought she might as well start dating Sam so she could go rub it in her dad's face that she was dating a LaRusso just to spite him, but Sam wasn't Reader's type.

She liked bad boys with hearts of gold, who knew how to push people's buttons while harboring a soft side. A true romantic who managed to sweep her off her feet with more than just impressive karate skills (which she already knew so it wasn't that impressive, but made for a lot of flirting). Hawk Moskowitz had done the impossible and wowed one Reader Lawrence from under the nose of her nosey, loud, obnoxious father.

It almost didn't happen, as he'd caught Hawk staring at his daughter when she'd stopped by the dojo one day. She hung around a while and when she was talking to Robby, that was when Johnny saw Hawk checking her out. He all but dragged the boy out of the yard to make him stop, telling him to keep his eyes to himself and not even think about talking to his daughter.

That only made Hawk want her even more.

It was a little joke between the couple at first, about how much it would piss her dad off if he knew they were even hanging out together. Even before they started dating, they were making jokes behind his back about it, but then the jokes became less about making her dad upset and more about their actual feelings for one another. Then one thing led to another and they spent weekends making out in the back of his car or a dark movie theater.

The secret-keeping was exhaustive, as only a few of their friends knew to keep word of their relationship a secret. Miguel and definitely Robby didn't know, as both Hawk and Reader knew one of them would slip up. Demetri knew despite having a set of loose lips, but he hardly interacted with Sensei Lawrence to begin with so it was okay. And Moon knew, often covering for Reader when she lied to her dad or brother about her whereabouts on Friday nights. It seemed like a piece of cake, but it weighed down on the couple more than they'd like to admit.

As they were sitting in Hawk's car, parked under the setting sun and just outside of a little park, they didn't talk about the things that bothered them. Instead, they locked lips and Hawk copped a feel with his hand up Reader's shirt. She giggled as he tugged on her lower lip, only to reconnect his lips to her jaw and drag them down to her neck. She sat perched on his lap, her hands toying with the strings of his hoodie as they took each other's breath away.

Once the sun set, they climbed out and took a walk around the desolate park. They held hands and laughed like any other couple, then went running to the swing set. He pushed her a few times before sitting on the swing beside her, and they had a contest to see who could swing higher. It wasn't a glamorous date, but it was fun and they smiled at each other and that was all that mattered.

They found themselves lying in the grass some time later, hand in hand as they stared up at the stars. The night sky was a beauty all in itself and Reader loved it, thought it was magnificent in its vastness. While she smiled at the stars, Hawk watched her. She didn't mind. His eyes were the only ones that she wanted watching her so intently.

She still turned to look at him and laughed. "What?"

He shook his head and sighed. "Nothing... I just wish I could tell people you're mine because you're absolutely amazing."

Reader felt heat rush to her cheeks. She wasn't usually easy to fluster, but Hawk made it seem like a game made for five-year-olds. She squeezed his hand and smiled. "I wish we could tell people, too. I've got the greatest guy in the whole world right here."

It was his turn to be flustered and his cheeks turned pink, but she couldn't see it very well in the dim light of the street lamps. It was cute. However, it all changed and he got that "I have an idea" look in his eyes.

He sat up suddenly and she followed suit, but having little idea what he was doing, she was left in the dust. He ran to the play set in the middle of the playground and climbed up the little stairs made with small children in mind - aka not him. He almost tripped and Reader laughed as he caught himself. He pulled himself up to the highest point he could get to, leaning over the railing with a wide grin on his face. Then he tilted his head back and yelled,

"I'M IN LOVE WITH READER LAWRENCE!"

"Oh my god!" Reader laughed, smiling at his declaration into the night. His voice tore through the night air, but all that came back other than her joyful, bashful giggles, was the wind and the rustle of trees. "What are you doing?"

"I'm telling the world the truth," he told her, smiling at her from his place on the play set. "Even if the world is asleep right now, I'll still shout it to high heaven! I love this girl right here! I love Reader Lawrence!"

She couldn't stop smiling, even as she made her way up to stand with him. When he was close, she hugged him close. He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead as he hugged her back. Then she pulled away and held onto the railing, leaning over it gleefully.

"I'M IN LOVE WITH ELI MOSKOWITZ!"

Hawk laughed behind her, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back into his chest. She smiled up at him and he kissed her. She turned in his arms and threw her own around him, holding him close. The moonlight bathed them as their declarations of love reached no one but each other, but it didn't matter. They had each other, and that was all they needed at the end of the day.

[jjkamochoso]

So Close, Yet Cho-So Far

Choso x gn!reader

Angst, fluff

Based on Dayglow’s “Close to You”

Warnings: none

A/n: I see Choso as being either super earnest and straightforward with his feelings or being lowkey awkward and shy—I felt like writing more awkward and shy today so you’re getting both below lol enjoy!

[I saw you lookin' for the side door/ You didn't wanna stick around for/ The rest of the night/ I guess that's alright

They all left when you walked home/ It makes sense that they all know/ It was only for you/ If only you knew]

Choso sighed wistfully, his barely sipped on soda can weighing down the hand that yours should be sweetly nestled in. Instead of being by his side, you were standing on the other side of the room the get together was being held in, laughing at whatever Gojo had said, completely unaware of the effect you had on the black haired curse. He had been hopelessly in love with you since the day his eyes met yours, but there was one teeny tiny problem—he had never had a full, proper conversation with you yet. Sure, there was small talk between you here and there when you two were brought together by your connection to Yuji (you, a teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High, and Choso, of course, Yuji’s doting older brother), but during those fleeting moments, Choso could barely breathe, let alone hold a conversation. He didn’t know what it was about you that made him act so uncharacteristically shy. Yes, he was usually a stoic, brave man, but somehow, with only a smile, you swiftly make him a sweating, stuttering mess. Even when he acted like a complete fool around you, you still went out of your way to say hello and speak to him about whatever was on your mind at that moment. Choso was hoping you would do that again today, grace him with your presence so that he could go home and dream up scenarios about you two dating, getting married, becoming a family—

“Dude! You’ve been staring at L/n-sensei all night. You got a crush or something?”

Choso’s eyes narrowed at Yuji who had just snuck up from behind him.

“Or something. What do you know about crushes? And staring at a poster of Jennifer Lawrence all day doesn’t count,” Choso replied as Yuji stuck out his tongue at his brother.

“I may not know a lot about crushes or love, but I know the best way to get to know somebody better, or even start dating them, is to actually walk over and say hi.” The pink haired boy nudged Choso’s arm and a bit of soda sloshed out, landing on the floor. “Anyway, look. They said bye to Gojo-sensei and they’re by themselves. If you wanna make a move, now’s the time.”

Before Choso realized what was happening, Yuji had stolen the drink from his hand and ran away, chugging its contents. He rolled his eyes at his brother’s antics and went back to focusing on what he was going to do next. Choso noticed his hand was feeling damp and he didn’t know if it was from the now stolen soda can condensation or sweat from anticipation. Either way, it didn’t matter; you were putting your jacket on by the door, signaling you were leaving. If he hurried, he could catch you to at least say goodbye, but his feet were glued to the floor. It was like there was some sort of cosmic force holding him in place and keeping you two apart like you were repelling magnets. He wanted to call to you, wave, anything, but his body wouldn’t cooperate with his head and heart.

[There's somethin' on my mind/ There's somethin' that I/ Wish I would've told you but you just don't seem/ To wonder what I'm doin' when you're close to me

Oh, yeah/ There's somethin' on my chest/ I wish I would've said/ I think it over and it might be true /I'm only overthinkin' when I'm close to you]

Right as you opened the door, you turned around and caught Choso’s eyes. Giving him a small smile and wave, you noticed he was as still as a statue. Finally, after nanoseconds that felt like a million years, he mustered out a pained smile. It looked like you had laughed a bit when you closed the door and left and Choso wanted to melt into the floor and never be seen again.

[We locked eyes from a distance/ So close but I missed it/ Now you're walkin' away/ When I wish you would stay

I get stuck in a conversation/ A different night, same situation/ I beat myself up/ For not speakin' up

Every night, I can't make it right, yeah]

The next time Choso saw you was when he went to the school to drop off some lunch for Yuji and his friends. There you were, as majestic as any deity, even if you were just in your regular teaching outfit. You were on a bench with a lunchbox on your lap and having a good time with a few of the other teachers. Even though you were the one that was eating, Choso felt like he was going to choke. He was in the same position as the other day. You, as radiant as a warm summer afternoon, being observed by Choso, who thought of himself more like a dark, rainy cloud on a freezing winter’s night. He was close enough to hear you say something funny and he so desperately wanted to laugh, show you he cared, but he couldn’t get closer to you even if he was a starving man and you were a 5 course meal. There was nothing about you that was scary yet he was terrified when he locked eyes with you once more. When he noticed you excuse yourself from the group and make your way over to him, his heart began to race and he was sure he looked like a madman trying to fix his messy hair and straighten up the white t shirt and black jacket he was wearing. He knew it was cowardly to make you approach him instead of the other way around, but he was afraid he’d throw up from nervousness if he initiated anything. You were almost within talking distance when all of a sudden, you both turned your heads toward someone who called out your name.

“L/n! I need to speak with you. It’s urgent,” said Principal Yaga, beckoning you to walk with him. Your face contorted into a deeply apologetic look as you trailed behind your superior. Choso waved as you took your leave. When you were gone, he put his head in his hands and sighed. At this rate, he’d never get a chance with you. He couldn’t even talk with you about the weather. How did he think he could ever get to know you on a deeper level? Remembering what he came there for, he quickly stood up straight and continued his delivery to Yuji and his friends, pretending his heart wasn’t just yanked out of his chest and stomped on by an unsuspecting high school principal.

[Only overthinkin' when I'm close to you/ I'm only overthinkin' when I'm close to you…]

Choso was enjoying a leisurely stroll in a little neighborhood market, taking in the sweet smells of fresh fruits and warm pastries. He needed to get his mind off you and all the weird non encounters you two experienced over the past few weeks. He knew he needed to grow up and share his feelings if he ever wanted a shot with you, but he was wondering if maybe all these things keeping you apart was a sign from the universe that you weren’t meant to be. As he pondered these thoughts, he found himself deeply occupied by the stall in front of him that was selling doughnuts decorated with various animal faces. He decided to buy the one that looked like a frog because it looked so happy and carefree—maybe its personality would influence his own when he consumed it.

I wonder if y/n likes frogs…

Choso thanked the merchant and began walking away with his paper bag. He was so engrossed in thinking about the complexities of humans decorating food with motifs of animals that they don’t normally eat that he didn’t notice someone barreling towards him until it was too late. He heard a grunt and a thud as he felt someone run into him. His large stature meant he was still standing tall, unbothered by the whole ordeal, but whoever was unfortunate enough to knock into him was on the ground, their oranges spilled onto the pavement. He gathered the stray fruit and turned to help the person off the ground but they were already standing. Choso’s breath hitched in his throat and he was ready to drop the poor oranges again out of surprise.

“Y/n.” Your name rolled off his tongue and he savored every syllable of it. You were caught in a staring contest, neither of you wanting to look away. He was so easily lost in your eyes. He’d much rather spend his time studying your pupils and irises than watching tv or reading books. He had never had such a close view of you and he didn’t know how he had survived previously without seeing the small details, every curve and line, on your face. You truly took his breath away and the only thing you did was drop your groceries. All of a sudden, Choso broke out of his trance and laughed awkwardly.

“Uh, here. These are yours,” he said, thrusting his hands filled with your dropped oranges toward you. You returned his laughter, putting the fruit back into your bag.

“Thank you so much, Choso. I’m so sorry for running into you. Are you alright? I was distracted and wasn’t watching where I was going. I guess grocery shopping by yourself can be a bit of a hassle sometimes.”

“If it were up to me, you’d never have to carry a heavy bag again in your life. You would never grocery shop alone if you didn’t want to. I would carry and peel all of your oranges until my arms gave out and my fingertips bled. I would be there for you, forever and always.”

Is what Choso wanted to say. Instead, he just pressed his lips together in a small smile, telling you, “I’m alright, don’t worry about it.” He cast his gaze down so as to not drown in the oceans that are your eyes once more but he gasped when he saw your jeans had a new tear at the knee.

“Are you alright?” he asked, gesturing to your leg, “it looks like you scraped your knee when you fell.” Choso felt horrible! His lack of awareness caused you to get hurt. There was no way you’d ever forgive him—

“Oh, that? No it’s fine, I’m okay, I swear. I didn’t even realize that was there.” You tried to laugh it off and make him less worried but you could tell Choso was still upset over the incident. You rested your hand on his arm gently and it felt like he had gotten zapped by an electrical current.

“Hey, it’s alright, it was an accident. You’re so hard on yourself for no reason. Do you want to walk around together so I can prove you didn’t cause me some grave injury?”

Your teasing and kind smile helped to lift his spirits up and he nodded in agreement.

“May I hold your groceries for you?” he asked, cringing at how timid his voice sounded. You, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice and were extremely thrilled by his offer.

“Choso! You’re such a gentleman. That would be amazing, thank you!” His stomach fluttered when your fingertips touched as you exchanged bags, him holding your groceries and you holding a bag with a doughnut. If only he wasn’t so tongue tied, this would be a perfect opportunity to learn everything about you since the market was quieting down. However, it worked out that you were a chatty person so you told him all about your week, your morning, what you had for breakfast, what you were making for dinner, how you liked the weather, who was dating who in your friend group. You talked about anything and everything as you slowly walked through each row, admiring the goods sellers had brought. You two were strangely comfortable in a setting like this, domesticity in abundance, and Choso was hoping you were having as much fun as he was. He had finally calmed his nerves and was getting confident in his answers to your questions. When he loosened up and asked you about things like your career goals and what your family was like, he noticed you lit up as you answered them excitedly and with a passion he found absolutely intoxicating. You two didn’t notice how much time had passed until the sellers had packed up their stalls and the sun began to set.

“Oh shoot!” you exclaimed, checking the time on your phone, “I have to head home to start making dinner. I’ll take my bags back and finally let you go on with your day after stealing you for hours on end.”

“I don’t have anything going on. I can at least walk you and your things home,” Choso suggested and you immediately obliged, making him excited that you wanted to spend more time with him. The walk to your place was filled with deeper conversation as the day got darker and Choso gained security in himself and his newfound abilities to not trip over his words (as much) around you. When you reached your doorstep, he took a deep breath. He knew it was now or never to confess to you his feelings and he wasn’t going to back down from the challenge any longer.

“Y/n, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you, well, more confess to you, actually. I—”

“I really like you too, Choso,” you blurted out. His brown eyes widened in surprise.

“How did you…?”

“Yuji told me everything,” you said, a sheepish grin appearing on your face. Choso groaned, a defeated look on his face.

“I’m really relieved you feel the same but I’m nervous of what you mean by everything,” he said, the beginnings of a blush becoming apparent.

“If you’d like to join me for dinner tonight, I’d be more than happy to tell you.”

Choso couldn’t believe his ears. You were asking him inside? To join you for dinner? And you liked him back?! Although he wanted to face his fear and confess to you himself, he’s eternally grateful to Yuji for being a great brother and even better wingman. Stepping inside, he put the groceries on the counter and began to unpack them when he noticed his forgotten doughnut from the market.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you, do you like frogs?”

[trektraveler]

My Hero

Summary: Doctor Sam WInchester had fallen hard for the woman living just down the hall. She was easily the most adorable and the most accident-prone creature he had ever met! Yet for all the times he came to her rescue, he was too shy to make a move. Maybe he could work up his courage, if he got just one more chance...

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader, Doctor!Sam Winchester x You

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, Garth, Dean Winchester

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, fluff

One Shot

Word Count: 3700

Author’s Notes: I swear, every time I get sick all I want is a Winchester to come and take care of me. Is that really so much to ask?? I think not! This is my very first Sam x Reader fic! I have a few more ideas rattling around for the youngest Winchester brother, but this is decent practice. For now. Enjoy!

     Bang.  Bang.  Bang.

     “Coming, coming!”  Sam pulled t-shirt over his head as he trotted to the front door.  He’d been getting ready for bed when the insistent knocking started.

     The door swung open to a very nervous young man in a Wong’s delivery uniform.  Sam recognized him from the few times he ordered from them. 

     “Hey, its Garth, right?”

     “Yeah,” he shifted on his feet, his eyes round with worry, “You’re a doctor, aren’t you?”

     Sam’s instantly shifted into his professional mode.  He was currently an attending at Lawrence General Hospital, having just moved back a year ago from L.A.  It had been an adjustment, but a welcome one.  Big city life didn’t suit Sam at all. 

     “I am.  What’s going on?’

     “I was dropping off an order down the hall to the lady in 302 and I heard this thud behind the door and now I can’t get her to answer.  I think something’s wrong.”

     Sam was already grabbing his medical bag, “Show me.”

     302.  He knew the woman who lived there.  More or less.  They kept running into each other.  He first discovered her fighting with the soap dispenser in the laundry room.  Then again when she locked herself out of the building during a thunderstorm.  And then last week when the elevator got stuck between floors.  He always seemed to be wandering by when she needed a rescue.  She was funny, smart, accident prone, and completely adorable. 

     Sam had been working up the courage to ask her out, but something always seemed to crop up.  An extra shift at the hospital or a birthday party for a colleague.  He knew it was an excuse.  For all of his professional success, Sam was, and always had been, extremely shy.

     “Y/N?”  He knocked loudly on the closed door, then tried the handle and found it locked. 

     “Alright, stand back,” he said to Garth.  In one powerful move, Sam kicked the door in, the heel of his foot landing in just the right spot to splinter the doorjamb. 

     “Damn,” Garth blew out an impressed breath, “You aren’t even wearing shoes.”

     You were laying in the foyer.  Curled on your side with your hair spread out like a halo.  A wallet sat a few inches away from outstretched fingers. 

     Sam was at your side in an instant, gingerly turning you over and searching for a pulse, “Y/N?  Can you hear me?”

     Garth hovered nearby, nerves in his voice, “Is she okay?”

     Sam ran a hand over your forehead, “She’s burning up.  Go see if you can find a washcloth and a glass of water.”

     His worry only grew when he carried you to the couch and you still didn’t come to.  He held your limp body up with one hand while he worked your hoodie off with the other, leaving you in a tank top and yoga pants.  He’d strip that off you too, if he had to.  Every inch of bare skin he touched felt like it was on fire! 

     “Why isn’t she waking up?”  Garth asked handing Sam a kitchen towel.

     “Dehydration.  With a fever this high, it can happen quick.”  Sam dipped the towel in the water filled coffee mug and bathed your face and neck.  Sure enough, his efforts were rewarded.

     You groaned, even that soft sound reverberated through your pounding head.  Everything hurt and all you wanted was to slip back into the blankness of sleep.   But it was so noisy!  Someone kept talking, like the parents in a Snoopy cartoon.  Unintelligible, insistent, and so annoying!

     Sam gently tapped your cheeks, “Y/N.  Come on, darlin.  Open your eyes for me.”

     With a bit of coaxing, you did as he asked.  Everything around you swirled and slowly came into focus.  Your head felt heavy and fell to the side, Sam was there and smiled down at you.  As a reflex, you smiled back before your fevered brain could catch up and tell you who you were looking at.

     “Hey… it’s my hero.”

     Sam chuckled in relief, “Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty.”

     “You’re here.  That’s so nice… why are you here?”

     “You passed out,” he replied, pressing the cool cloth to your brow.  “Do you remember what happened?”

     You tried to search your memory, but everything was so fuzzy!  “Um, I came home from work… I was sick.  Felt really bad.  Everything hurt.  Achy and cold.  Headache.  Then I ordered soup from the place down on Main Street.  I dunno…I feel a little out of it.”

     There was a blood pressure cuff wrapped around your bicep that was inflating.  Where did that come from?  Sam was doing that doctor thing where they listen to you talk while taking vitals at the same time.   

     How did doctors do that?  Did they teach that in med school?  It seemed especially confusing to you as your thoughts kept skipping away and going down rabbit holes.

     Cool fingers felt under your jaw, pressing against swollen lymph nodes.  He always had such a gentleness about him.  Such grace.  Surprising for a man of his size, but he seemed to take such care with you.  Like you were the most rare, delicate creature in the world.

     Last week when you found yourself stuck in the elevator, it was Sam who answered your call.  He muscled open the doors single handed and lifted you up though the opening without breaking a sweat.  You were more than a little awe struck by his display of strength and chivalry.  If you’d had half a brain, you’d have invited him for coffee as a thank you.  As it was, you were preoccupied with being late to work.  A sadly missed opportunity with your handsome neighbor.

     “You came home from work, was that last night?”

     “Um, yeah.  Yes.  As if Mondays aren’t sucky enough.”

     Sam’s eyebrows rose, “That was two days ago.”

     “What?”

     “Today’s Wednesday.”

     That information had you on the move.  You sat straight up and instantly went white.  The room titled and if it weren’t for Sam’s hands steadying your shoulders, you probably would have slid right off the couch.

     “Whoa, whoa, whoa.  Not so fast,” Sam advised, forcing you to recline.

     “I gotta go call work… or… somebody.”

     “The only place you are going is to the E.R.”

     “No, I can’t go to the hospital.”

     “Y/N, listen to me.  You’re dehydrated to the point that you fainted.  Your fever is 103, that’s dangerous territory.” 

     Sam tried to be stern, but he just didn’t have it in him.  You looked so pitiful with your hair sticking to the sweat slick skin and the dark smudges under your eyes.  You were desperately sick and he wasn’t going to simply leave you without treatment.

     “I know a lot of people are scared of the doctor, but I promise I’ll be right there with you.”

     You swallowed, wincing at the feeling of knives in your throat.  “I’m not scared, I’m uninsured.  My job is new, benefits don’t kick in for thirty days.”

     Garth piped up, “You’re a doctor, can’t you just prescribe something and treat her here?”

     “It’s not that simple.  She needs to be admitted so they can get an I.V. going and get some fluids into her system.  And bring that fever under control.”

     He felt your head loll against him.  He looked down in alarm and found you’d lost consciousness again. 

     “Y/N?  Wake up, Y/N!” 

     This time no amount of effort would bring you around. 

     “Damn it,” Sam growled as he got to his feet.  He grabbed a notepad from your entry table and scribbled a list down.  “Do you know that walk-in clinic on 42nd street?”

     Garth followed him, “Yeah, I pass it on my way to work.”

     “Great.  My brother is on call there tonight, go in and ask for Dean.  Tell him it’s for me, he’ll help you.”  Sam tore off the list and thrust it into Garth’s hand, “Get everything and hurry!”

     Garth shoved the paper in his pocket, “What if they don’t believe me?  That clinic isn’t in the best part of town, junkies hassle them all the time.”

     “Dean will believe you but in case he doesn’t say Poughkeepsie.  It’s our go word, means drop everything.”

     “A secret code word, you guys must be brothers,” Garth muttered on his way out the door.

     You woke feeling warm.  Bundled up in something soft and secure.  Your eyes stayed closed as you enjoyed the luxurious feeling.  Most mornings you woke up stiff with your muscles complaining about the ancient futon you had yet to replace.  It was left over from college and the wood slats dug into your hips, but moving to a new town was expensive!  Anything like a proper mattress would have to wait until you had a few more paychecks under your belt.

     You stretched a bit, content to roll over and fall back into your dreams, but something tugged on your hand and pinched.  You frowned and tried again; it was like you were caught in a fishing net. 

     “What the hell…?”  You grumbled unhappily, determined to keep your eyes closed out of stubbornness.  You blindly felt around and found a tube and tape attached to your right hand.

     Your eyes popped open.  An I.V.?

     You weren’t in your bed.  You weren’t in your room!  Where the hell were you? 

     The dimensions matched your bedroom, but it wasn’t bare bones like yours.  This one was painted a lovely smoke grey.  Bookshelves lined one wall and a mahogany dresser matched it on the other.  The bed was the biggest you’d ever seen.  The headboard was massive and intricately carved.  The mattress was firm but yielding. 

     The bedside table housed bottles of medication, a stethoscope, a digital thermometer, and a glass of water.  You remembered being sick.  Sicker than you’d ever felt.  You remembered your boss sending you home then… nothing.  Just a blur. 

     You sat up slowly.  When the room didn’t spin, you decided to press your luck.  You pulled back the covers enough to dangle your feet over the edge.  Your toes found plush carpet.  You felt weak, but not dizzy.  And you were cold without the blankets.  Looking down you found bare legs.  You were wearing only your tank top and Wonder Woman underwear. 

     Fuck.  Where the hell are my clothes?!

     With a quick yank, you pulled the I.V. out and headed for the door. 

     “Yeah, Dean I know.  If I promise to wash and wax your car, will you get off my case?”

     “No way in hell you are waxing my Baby, do I need to remind you about Liza Raffaella in the eighth grade?”

     “Please don’t,” Sam groaned into the phone. 

     “It’s wax on, wax off.  Not wax on, go chat up a nerd girl for three hours while the wax bakes on in the sun!”

     “Sam?”

     Sam spun at the raspy voice behind him.  You were standing in the hall, your hand braced against the wall for balance.  You looked a little wobbly, but far better than you had in hours.

     “I gotta go,” he told his brother before ending the call.  “Y/N, hey.  How you feeling?”

     “Confused.  How did I get here and where are my clothes?”

     “Oh!”  Sam’s cheeks colored instantly as he grabbed a soft, woven throw from the back of an over-sized chair.  He draped it over your shoulders and ushered you to the sofa.

     “Sorry about that, your fever was sky high.  Needed to bring it down in a hurry.  Here, sit.”

     You sank down onto a couch that was just as comfortable as the bed you’d woken up in.  Sam disappeared into the kitchen then returned with a glass of ginger ale and some crackers.  He was rattling off something about Chinese takeout and your pants being in the laundry.  All the while he was fussing over you.  His long fingers found the pulse point on your wrist, and he produced a pen light from somewhere to check your pupils.

     After a few minutes, he realized you were staring at him, “Y/N?”

     “Sam, grateful that I am for your hospitality and bedside manner… I still don’t understand why I’m here.” 

     “Well, I figured it would be a better place for you to recover… with all the construction.”

     Now you were really confused, “Construction?”

     Sam rubbed the back of his neck and embarrassment turned his ears pink, “Yeah.  I ah… I kinda broke down your door.”

     “What?!”

     “You weren’t answering!  I just had a really bad feeling, and I would never have forgiven myself if something happened to you.”

     His gaze traveled your face then locked on your eyes.  “I was worried about you.”

     You looked at him, really looked.  He was beautiful, as he always was, but there was an edge of exhaustion to his features.  His five o’clock shadow was darker than you’d ever seen it.  The fine lines around his eyes and lips were etched deeper and his hazel eyes were slightly red.  Even his enviable hair was disheveled. 

     “So, you committed destruction of property to save my life?”

     “I did.”  He gave a nod, his tone teasing, “You gonna turn me in?”

     A small smile played around your lips, “Nah.  I might need your services again.  I have a habit of getting into trouble.  Nice to know I’ve got my own personal hero on call.”

     “You call, I’ll come running.”

Two Years Later:

     “That was not our first date!”

     “We spent the entire weekend curled up in my bed, it counts.”

     “I was unconscious!”

     “Not the whole time,” Sam countered, threading his fingers through yours, “Sometimes you’d wake up.  Of course, you were delirious.  You did have some of the most creative fever dreams… what was that one about the Catholic church hiding the existence of extra-terrestrials by dressing them up like the clergy?”

     “They were hiding dinosaurs, not aliens.  Tiny dinosaurs under their creepy old lady robes.  And still, not a date.  I think you’ll find most dating experts would agree with me on this.”

    “Dating experts?”

     “Your brother.”

     Sam huffed out a laugh, “Don’t be fooled by the rumors, he’s not the Casanova everyone thinks he is.”

     “I dunno, guy gets a lot of dates.”

     “First dates.  Ask him about his batting average for second dates.”

     “Oh yeah?  Got him beat, do you?”

     “Hands down.”

     Sam curled a finger under your chin and brought his lips down to meet yours.  You hummed happily as an electric spark zinged all the way down to your toes.  It was crazy that even after two years he still managed to excite you with just a touch, or a look.  You never had to doubt his feelings for you, he wore them openly and proudly.  He never missed the opportunity to hold your hand in the grocery store or to wrap his arm around your shoulders at the movies.   A kiss to the temple, a hand at the small of your back.  Every touch was filled with the warmth of the sun on a summer’s day.  Every night was filled with the heat and passion of desire that could never be sated. 

     You leaned into Sam’s side as he guided the two of you down the winding path that cut through the willows.  “So, tell me Doctor Winchester, why haven’t I been to your family’s estate before?”

     “I wouldn’t call it an estate, it’s just a few acres.”

     “I don’t care if it’s a patch of dead grass… you have horses!  Horses, Sam!  I’ve wanted to go horseback riding since I was ten.”

     “We might be able to squeeze in a lesson for you before we head home.”

     “Really?!”

     “I’ll bet you’re a natural, you’re already an expert with a riding crop,” he whispered in your ear.

     “Sam!”  You admonished him, instantly turning red, “That was a one time!”

     “Best birthday ever.  And to answer your question; you haven’t been here before because I was waiting.”

     The path curved and opened up to a decent sized pond.  A dock jutted out onto the clear, still waters and ended in an elaborate gazebo.  Painted a picturesque white and topped with a copper finial, hundreds of tiny fairy lights hung from the rafters glittering with magic and romance. 

     “Oh wow,” you breathed, following Sam down the planks.  “This is like something out of a book.  God, it’s beautiful!”

     “My parents built this place from the ground up.  Mom had this vision in her head about a pond where she could come and watch ducks.  Teach her kids to swim and fish.  So, one summer, Dad started digging.  I don’t think he even had a plan, all the neighbors thought he was crazy!  But he was stubborn and determined.  And he loved my mom more than anything.”

     You walked out to the end of the platform and leaned out on the railing.  Dragonflies danced along the surface of the water as the sun began to set and the crickets started to sing.  “He did a great job.  Did he build the gazebo too?”

     “Anniversary present,” he confirmed, joining you by the railing.  “This was my favorite spot when I was a kid.  Dean loved the garage, hanging with Dad and tearing apart trucks with the radio blasting.  I couldn’t stand the noise, so I’d come out here.  Even in the winter.”

     Suddenly, a swan flew down and landed in the middle of the water.  Graceful and noble, it glided across the water sending the slightest of ripples out in its wake.  As it turned, you could see a single black feather against the white of its tail. 

     “Oh!  I’ve never seen a swan with one black feather.”

     “He’s always had it, never could figure out why.  He showed up when I was ten and just never left.  I call him Solomon.”

     “Is it just him?  I thought swans always paired up?”  

     “Well, that’s the thing, they do have mates for life, but he showed up alone.  And I know it sounds silly, but he was mopey.  He didn’t take a lot of interest in anything; he didn’t interact with the ducks or even pay any attention to me when I tried to feed him.  He was sad.  Some animals grieve and I think he was grieving for his lost mate.”

     “Poor guy,” you murmured, watching as Sam took a packet of birdseed from his pocket and tossed a bit out on the water. 

     “When I left for college, Solomon migrated and didn’t come back in the spring.  I thought I’d seen the last of him, but then I got a call from Mom this past summer.  He was back and he brought someone with him.”

     As if on cue, a second swan swooped down and landed beside Solomon.  Pure white and just as lovely.  They looked like a postcard, gliding on the sunlit water.

     “You’re kidding!  He found another mate?  I didn’t know swans would do that!”

     “Some do, special cases.  And Solomon’s no fool, he might have been content to be alone forever, but when that right one came along, he snapped her up.”

     “That’s amazing!”  You turned to Sam with a beaming grin, but stopped short when you realized he wasn’t standing there beside you.  He was kneeling. 

     “Sam.”

     He took both of your hands in his, tipping his face back to gaze up at you with such tenderness and devotion it made your breath catch.

     “I’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time.  I knew what I wanted to do and how I wanted it to look, but the words never came.  Everything I wrote seemed inadequate.  Even the word love falls short.  It’s not enough, it’s not big enough.  Being with you is a revelation, Y/N.  You call me your hero, but baby… it’s the other way around.  You rescued me.”

     Tears had already gathered in your eyes when he pulled out a blue velvet box.  A diamond solitaire sparkled inside like a star in the sky. 

     “I don’t know if I’ll ever have the words, but I swear to show you.  To treasure you, to make your happiness my mission.  To answer your call and to love you for all my days.”

     You dropped down to your knees and tackled him.  Your arms flung around his neck, nearly knocking him over in your enthusiasm.   He caught you with a laugh and kept the two of you from tumbling off into the water.  You kissed every square inch of the face you’d loved since he first rescued you.  And you laughed.  Joy bubbled up from your heart like effervescent Champagne.

     “You astonishing,” Kiss. “Brilliant,” kiss. “Romantic,” kiss, kiss. “Beautiful,” kiss, kiss, kiss.

     “Y/N… baby…”

     “Yes?” Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.

     His hands wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you back slightly so he could look into your eyes.  He traced the curve of your face, fondly tucking your hair behind your ear.  You were always moving, always racing towards everything in life.  It was something he loved about you, your exuberance.  Your passion!  You burned so bright, his light even on the darkest days. 

     “Will you marry me?”

     Your brow creased in confusion before you realized, he didn’t actually say the words a moment ago.  You been so excited that he never got the chance. 

     “Yes,” you nodded, your forehead coming to rest against his. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

     Sam slipped the ring onto your finger, “Will you look at that?  Perfect fit.”

     “Guess that means you’re stuck with me now.”  You shifted so that you were sitting in his lap, your hand cupped his jaw, “I should tell you up front that I tend to get into trouble, there’s a good chance that you’ll be required to rescue me from time to time.”

     “Good thing rescuing you is my second favorite activity.”

     “Second favorite?”

     “Yeah,” he murmured against the curve of your neck, “Let me show you the front runner.”

     Before long, Sam had swept you away in a haze with his deft fingers and clever tongue.  The title of Hero that you bestowed on him became a running joke through the years and then a loving nickname.  But that didn’t make it any less true.  He’d always been a hero, and now he was yours. TAGLIST @deans-baby-momma @muchamusedaboutnothing @peterpangirl21 @ficbreaks @teresa-67 @sacriceria @verytoadpapersoul @heartbreak-of-a-marauder @savspersonalproperty @deanwanddamons @jenwinchester40 @perpetualabsurdity @starryeyeseunbyul @sexyvixen7 @katsbratsupernaturalwhore @agirlwithdemonblood @jerkbitchidjitassbutt @imthedoctorlove @roonyxx @smellingofpoetryy @deanwinchesterswitch @thinkinghardhardlythinking @pink-sparkly-witchly-witch @barewithme02 @deadlynightshadeindustries @jc-winchester @mrswhozeewhatsis @kinderousmaster @lyarr24 @aphorism-001 @onlinecemetery @allonsy-yesiwill @myeagletoadmaker @panicking-outside-the-disco @haylie-spnfam4evr @lauraashley93 @foxyjwls007 @bluedragonflylady @foxyjwls007

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Shadow of Yourself [3/18]

Prompt: “You’ve changed, Eli. I barely even know who you are right now.”

A/N: Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list :) This third part is a whole 7k words long and completes the first season of Cobra Kai! And is out earlier then I thought it’d be :) so, enjoy!

Based off of: Cobra Kai 01x07, 01x08, 01x09 and 01x10 Warnings: asshole hawk, lol. think thats really it.  Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader

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THE RISE OF HAWK:

“Hey, babe.”

Jumping at the pair of arms that suddenly wrap around your waist, lifting you up off your feet, a small cry of surprise leaves your lips. You tense, thinking the worst, heart thumping against your chest before you feel yourself being spun.

The first thing you see is blue — a lot of it.

You’re still wrapped up in a pair of arms, your own held before you in surprise. You’re momentarily confused, not sure what was happening or who had just grabbed you all of a sudden, until your eyes flicker down from the blue and onto a familiar pair of eyes.

Wait… that was— “Eli?”

It… it is Eli. At least you think it is, blinking as you take a double take, bewildered by the sight of the shy boy you’d known for years, that you’d fallen in love with now with a bright blue mohawk spiked high on top of his head. Instead of his normal sweaters and jeans, he’s wearing a pair of shorts and a hoodie — a completely different laid back style then what you’re used to.

All of that is what shocks you. That, and the fact that he’d ran up to you, wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you like… like you were his girlfriend and he was your boyfriend — which you guess, technically, he was — and he was surprising you.

Or that he’d called you babe. Babe. And was smirking at you, oozing confidence you… you’ve never seen on Eli before.

“What… what—“

You’re baffled for words, unable to form a coherent sentence as Eli laughs at you gently.

“Do you like it?” He asks, gesturing to, well, the most obvious change — his mohawk. “Sensei Lawrence told me to flip the switch, and I’ve got to say, his advice really is worth it. Now I see what Miguel’s been talking about.”

You’re still reeling from his change — everything was different. You barely even register what he’s saying as he says it.

“Miguel said that he’d gone hard on you, that you weren’t sure—“

“No, no, he helped me wake up.” Eli explains, shaking his head. Then, just briefly, he falters and oddly, you’re soothed by the familiar look that stretches across his face as he shuffles on his feet. It’s the first flash of Eli you’ve seen. “You don’t like it?”

“No!” You rush out, before you even realize what you’re saying. “No, I like it. It’s just… it’s different. A lot to take in.”

Eli smirks then, settling back into what you assume is his new persona. He steps towards you at your words, hand raising to cup your cheeks as you blink up at him, stunned. Before you know it, he’s pressing his lips against your own, making the first move like you’ve always wished he would.

His hand is soft on your cheek, the touch enough to send goosebumps down your arm. And this time, as you kiss, Eli is more sure, more confident — the kiss is more passionate. It’s not so much awkward as it is butterfly inducing to you. It feels as if your heart is fluttering and you’re sure your cheeks are burning red.

Maybe… maybe this wasn’t so bad. It was shocking, yeah, and it’d take getting used to… but you’ve always wanted Eli to be more confident. You’ve always wanted him to… kiss you. And here he was, doing just that.

As he pulls back, you find yourself chasing his lips, dazed in the thought of Eli kissing you, before you snap yourself out of it; watching as Eli grins down at you.

“I’ll walk you to class, yeah?”

Still slightly dazed and a little breathless, you just nod, a warm blush spreading across your cheeks as he slips his hand into your own.

-

“So, uh, Hawk.”

“Hmm?”

“Miguel!” Slapping him lightly on the arm, you glare at his nonchalance.

“Ow!” He calls out, holding the offended spot. “What was that for?”

You just huff at him, “you know exactly what that was for!”

Blinking, Miguel pauses; “uh, no I don’t.”

“Eli!”

“Oh,” he mumbles, “what about him?”

“I swear—“ Pulling yourself back, you press a hand to your forehead. “Why didn’t you tell me he’d… he’d gone all…—“

“—Hawk?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, “Hawk.”

“I dunno,” Miguel shrugs, “I figured it wasn’t a bad thing.”

“It isn’t,” you rush out, shaking your head. “Of course it isn’t a bad thing. It’s just… weird. He’s calling me babe now, and like… kissing me in public and—“

Miguel snorts, causing you to fall silent as you turn to him, a glint in your eyes. He just shake his head, holding his hands up in surrender as he shrugs; “isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?”

Blushing, you pout; “maybe…”

“So…” he laughs, “what’s the problem?”

Shoulders falling, you sigh; “nothing. It’s just… it’s just different. I sometimes don’t know how to act around him because he feels different. He’s constantly flirting with me and I don’t know what to say because it’s too much for my brain to process and—don’t you dare laugh—and he says he’s taking me out on a date tonight but won’t tell me what we’re doing. And I’m nervous, but I don’t know why because this is Eli and… ugh, I don’t know.”

Miguel just frowns, the laugh from earlier faltering with concern, obviously not sure what to say. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you assure, waving him off before eyeing him. He’s clearly uncomfortable but too sweet to say otherwise and you guess you can’t blame him. Miguel was just so easy to talk to and while you loved Demetri, he probably didn’t want to hear you drone on about his best friend like this

And obviously you couldn’t talk to Eli about this either.

But Miguel was still Miguel, and clearly, he was in over his head when it came to… your more ‘girl-talk’ issues.

“Sorry,” you laugh lightly, “I really need some friends that aren’t boys, huh?”

Looking mildly embarrassed, Miguel chuckles, “maybe…” then, his eyes widen and it’s like something clicks in his head. “You could try talking to Sam?”

“Larusso?” You frown.

“Yeah.”

“I… don’t know. She was friends with Yasmine so—“

“No, she’s not anymore. Not after what Kyler said to her.” Miguel explains, a hopeful smile on his face. “And I know not a lot of people want to be her friend right now so she could really use one.”

Eyeing him, you pause; “is there some sort of ulterior motive here?”

Pausing, Miguel’s eyes widen.

“Miguel?”

“Well, it’s just… we have a date planned tonight and I honestly have no idea where to take her,” he explains, rubbing the back of his neck with a shrug. He avoids your gaze, obviously embarrassed at having been caught. “So I was just thinking if you got to know her a little, you could help me.” Then, after a pause, he adds; “and she really could use the friend.”

You scoff, “you’re unbelievable.” But even then, you can’t hide the smile from your face.

“Please?” He begs, and for emphasis, he holds his hands clasped before him.

“I doubt I’ll find out that much about her in one day, but fine.” Then, just before you move to walk off, you point a finger at him, meeting his gaze. “But remember, I also have a date tonight so if I can’t find out anything, you’re on your own.”

Without hesitation, Miguel nods, “of course.”

-

“H-Hey, Sam?”

There’s a pause of confusion before Sam slowly turns her head to face you, brows furrowing as she registers just who is stood in front of her. “Y/N?” She calls, blinking. Sitting up in her chair, she leans forward on the lunch table she’s sat at — the table you notice nobody else is sitting at. “What’s, uh, what’s up?”

Swallowing thickly, you push back your own discomfort — you never really have been good at talking to girls. Or, really anyone other than Demetri and Eli for that matter. Miguel too, you guessed. But there was something just a little more intimidating to you about girls, even though you were one.

Girls were… girls were judgemental and you worried what Sam would think of you — Yasmine has no doubt spout plenty of lies to her about you given they’re friends.

Were friends.

“Can I sit here?”

“O-Oh,” she blinks, “sure. Of course.”

You nod, pulling the seat next to her out before sitting. Silence falls over you as you sit, and as you settle into your seat, you’re desperate for a distraction, glancing around only to find Eli sat at another table a few tables away. He’s sat with Miguel, Demetri and Aisha you believe her name is.

Eli’s eyes are already on you, a frown of confusion on his face as he gestures for you to come sit with him.

You want to — anything to get out of this awkward interaction. But as your eyes flicker over to Miguel and you see the smile on his face as he sends you a thumbs up, you realize you can’t do that. Not to Miguel.

You send Eli a small smile and a wave to tell him you’ll explain later, before turning back to Sam whose eyes are already on you, having watched the entire thing.

“You know,” she smiles sadly, “you don’t have to sit with me if you don’t want to.”

“N-No, I want to,” you argue, shaking your head.

“So, it wasn’t Miguel who told you to?”

Lips parting, you curse at her intuition to figure it out on her own, flushing slightly in embarrassment. “It was,” you admit honestly, shrugging your shoulders. Figuring that would be the best option — just be honest. “But I could use a few friends that aren’t boys and I hear you could use some too.”

Eyes widening, Sam’s lips part.

“As long as you promise to forget everything I’m sure Yasmine has told you about me,” you add after a moment, voice low.

“Of course,” Sam rushes out, surprising you at the desperation in her voice. You turn to her, watching as she leans towards you, a hopeful smile on her face now. “I realize now she’s just a bully and I’m, uh, I’m sorry I never realized before. Or stopped her when she did all those horrible things to you.”

You didn’t expect an apology from her — honestly, you’ve never known Sam very well, but you hadn’t thought she’d even really own up to the fact that what Yasmine, and her by default, had done was messed up.

“It wasn’t you,” you shrug, smiling at her. “And I mean, I know that you know what it’s like so…” her eyes flicker downwards at that, frowning deeply.

Leaning over, you gently bump your shoulder against her own.

“What’s your number?” You grin, pulling out your phone. “So, that we can text and we can complain about all the things we have no else to complain about to.”

Smiling brightly, Sam giggles, pulling out her phone.

-

‘Sorry, I didn’t find out much about what she likes.’

‘It’s all good. I found a place to take her.

Though, I’m glad u and her are friends.’

Rolling your eyes at Miguel’s text, you can’t fight the smile that spreads across your lips as you type back.

‘Yeah, yeah.’

Then, after a moment, you add;

‘Thanks for convincing me to talk to her, Miguel.’

‘Of course :)’

Clicking your phone off, you smile to yourself as you slip it back into your back pocket. You’d been hesitant on approaching Sam at first, but it actually turned out that she was pretty easy to talk to and it was nicer then you thought it’d be to have a girl friend.

The two of you also ended up having more in common then you thought you would.

“Hey, you ready?”

Turning up at the sound of Eli’s voice, you smile when your eyes meet his.

“Uh, yeah, sorry. I was texting Miguel.” You gesture to your phone, shutting your locker door gently as you turn completely to face Eli. He’s perched next to you, using his arm to lean against the set of lockers as he grins down at you.

“It’s cool,” he nods, and you frown momentarily at the tone of his voice. Its so laidback, with an edge to it you’re just not used to hearing from Eli. It’s still taking you some getting used to Hawk.

“So,” you say after a moment, bringing a smile to your face as you glance up at him. “What’s the plan? You still haven’t told me.” Then, eyes lighting up, you continue; “maybe the comic book shop? Demetri was telling me a new one opened up close by. Or, we could try that arcade I heard about—“

“No, no, none of that lame nerd shit,” Eli scoffs, laughing as he shakes his head. Your lips are left parted as you frown — since when did he think that stuff was lame?

Moving towards you, Eli wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side as he starts making his way out of the school. You tense slightly at first at his touch, before reminding yourself that it’s just Eli — the boy you’ve known for years — and forcing yourself to calm.

As Eli leads you out of the school and towards your destination, he still refuses to tell you—going on and on about how he wants it to be a surprise. Instead, he talks about Cobra Kai and what he’s been learning and really, all he talks about is karate. You just listen, nodding and maybe humming in agreement every so often.

It’s a little odd, just how chatty he was. Eli always enjoyed your company, told you plenty of times before but it used to be more you chatting his ear off about whatever your mind came up with and him listening.

Not that you mind. It’s just… all Eli seemed to talk about nowadays is karate.

About ten minutes later, Eli stops.

Glancing around, your brows furrow in confusion. There’s no cinema, having thought maybe he was taking you to see a movie. True to his word, you’re not by the arcade or near a comic book shop. Not even a mall. There wasn’t really anything worthwhile here.

“Eli?” You turn to him, confused.

He’s grinning, moving to point in front of him; “this is it.”

Following his line of direction, your brows furrow when you read the store name. “A… tattoo parlour?” A not completely safe looking one either, if you’re being honest.

“Yeah, I know a guy. Look.”

Eli’s spinning around before you can say otherwise and your eyes widen, a blush spreading across your cheeks as he suddenly pulls his shirt off. However, your embarrassment at him suddenly taking off his shirt is interrupted by the sight of a big hawk tattooed across his back, with a matching blue mohawk to his own.

“Is that real?”

“Yeah,” Eli chuckles, turning back to face you. “You like it?”

Bewildered, your lips part to say something but you find you can’t find the words to say. What were you supposed to say? It was a cool tattoo, you guessed, but… but that wasn’t even the problem. It was this, everything… this new attitude of his.

It—He wasn’t Eli. He was like a completely different person. He thought arcades were lame and scoffed at the idea of going to a comic book shop — a place you’ve joined him and Demetri to plenty of times.

And for your first date, a date you’ve dreamed about, he takes you to a tattoo parlour.

“I was thinking, I could get a tattoo of you—“

You’re turning around before he can finish, moving to walk off. You can’t handle it anymore. This change. At first you’d tried to convince yourself that it was okay, that he just had confidence, confidence he didn’t have before and that that was a good thing.

And it was…

But it wasn’t just confidence. He was different. He was barely recognizable.

“Wait, Y/N!”

He’s grabbing you by the wrist before you can get far, pulling you to a halt as he spins you to face him. You huff as he does, feeling your eyes water in desperation and embarrassment as Eli glances down at you in confusion.

“Are… are you crying?”

“It’s fine,” you rush out, shaking your head as you wipe desperately at your cheeks. “I just… I want to go home.”

“No, no, what happened? What’s the matter?”

He sounds worried and as you raise your head to look at him, it hurts to see how genuinely concerned and worried he is for you. Makes it harder for you to just walk away. For you to just… leave.

Because this was Eli, even if he wasn’t acting like himself anymore, and you… you loved Eli.

Loved… yeah, you did love him. It just sucked that he wasn’t really him anymore.

“It’s just… it’s just hard,” you confess after a moment, voice low and shaky.

Eli shakes his head, “what’s hard?”

“I’m happy you’re so confident and that… that you’re happier, I really am. I’m so glad you’re enjoying karate and learning to defend yourself. But you’re so different,” you shake your head, desperate. “And I don’t know how to act with you anymore. I don’t know what to say or—or…”

Eli frowns, head jerking back in what you can only assume is hurt. “I’m still me.” He whispers, “I’m just not… not a loser anymore.”

“I never thought you were a loser.” You whisper, glancing down at your feet.

“Y/N,” Eli whispers, shaking his head. “I am still me, I’m just better. More confident, more badass. I’m not some loser whose too afraid to hold your hand or—or this,” he pulls you toward him by the grip he has on your wrist, tugging you so you fall against him. Your hands fall on his bare chest as he wraps his arms around you, “and this.”

He’s pressing his lips against your own in the next second, soft and gentle. Nervous too. Nervous like Eli.

And sadly, it’s enough to melt away your concern, your apprehension, as you feel yourself sinking into his touch.

Then, as he pulls back, Eli smiles; “stuff like that.”

Swallowing thickly, you breathe in deeply. “I like that,” you admit softly.

Eli laughs, “I do too.”

Glancing up to look at him, you ignore the hesitation that flickers in your mind — you were just being overdramatic. Sure Eli was different, but was it so bad that he wanted to kiss you? Wanted to hold your hand? It was just hard for you to adjust, that’s all — nothing more.

So, smiling softly up at him, you mumble out; “Can we do something else for our date though?” You beg, glancing back over at the tattoo parlour briefly. “Like watch a movie?”

“Yeah, sure,” Eli nods, “anything for you.”

-

“Come on, eat something. It’ll make you feel better.”

“I told you I’m not hungry, man.”

Demetri sighs, shaking his head. “I still think you’re overreacting.”

“I’m not overreacting, dude,” Miguel argues, huffing. “I know what I saw.”

“Alright,” Eli calls out, your eyes flickering behind you to where he’s practising karate with Bert — one of the kids from their dojo. You’re sat next to Demetri on the bench, Miguel and Aisha on the other side of him. “So you saw her eating dinner with some chode.”

You watch as he spins around, landing a nasty kick on the side of Bert’s head — head jerking back in response, you wince. You guess you haven’t really witnessed him or any of your friends doing karate despite how often they talk about it.

Eli makes his way over to the bench, shrugging, “it’s probably just her brother or something.”

“No, dude,” Miguel huffs, frustrated. “Brothers don’t look at their sisters like that.”

“Depends what part of the country you’re in.”

“Demetri,” you sigh, pulling his eyes on you as you shake your head. At his shrug, you turn to Miguel yourself, “Miguel, you don’t know what you saw. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Sighing, Miguel just shakes his head; “I just don’t want what happened to Sensei to happen to me.”

“Alright, so you go over to this kid and beat his ass so he doesn’t have the chance.”

Jerking your head back, you turn to Eli with bafflement. Since when did he suggest beating people as a solution to problems?

“Don’t listen to Eli,” Demetri sighs.

“It’s ‘Hawk’,” Eli instantly corrects, and you blink at the tone in his voice. When did he start talking to Demetri like that? His best friend? Not to mention, you call him Eli all the time and he doesn’t say anything.

“Yeah, whatever,” Demetri brushes it off, “the fact is, Sam’s given you no reason not to trust her.”

“Exactly,” you agree, nodding as you focus back in on Miguel. “Thank you, Demetri.”

You miss the look Eli sends you, or the glare he turns to Demetri with, watching as Miguel falters, slowly nodding. “Yeah…”

“Oh! That little b*tch!”

It’s Aisha who blurts the words out, anger morphing across her face as she turns.

“What?”

“You know that video I posted is me breaking that board?” She asks, to which Miguel agrees.

She can break boards?

“Look what Yasmine commented.”

Leaning forward, across Demetri, you squint your eyes to read it.

‘Impressive…can’t believe the belt made it around ur waist.’

Disgusted at the comment, you guess there’s some people who never change — i.e. resident bitch Yasmine.

“Oh shit.”

Shaking her head, Aisha pulls her phone back towards herself; “I gotta do something.“

“How about we kidnap her and have my boy Rico tattoo ‘b*tch’ on her face?”

What?

“Calm down, Hawk,” Demetri puts emphasis on the name, sarcasm dripping from his tone of voice.

“Alright, I hear how you’re saying it,” Eli huffs, “and I don’t like it.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Aisha calls, waving her hands in front of her to get all of your attention. “I’ve got a better idea. Look.”

She holds her phone for all of you to see.

It’s a story of Yasmines, captioning; ‘PARTY B*TCHES!!! 5pm @ the Canyon VIP ONLY!!’

“Yasmin’s throwing a birthday party at the Canyon later?”

Turning to you all, Aisha smirks.

“Not if we strike first.”

-

“Sam still not answering you?”

Pulling his phone away from his ear, Miguel turns to you; “oh, hey Y/N.” Then, remembering your question, he nods. “Yeah, no. Still no answer.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you lean against the wall next to him. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s all good,” he shrugs, brushing it off but it’s clear that he’s upset. Probably worried. He just doesn’t wanna talk about it. “What about you? Why aren’t you inside with the rest.”

It’s your turn to shrug. “Seemed like more then enough hands to me.”

It’s more than that. Truth is, you just didn’t really want to be in there. For more reasons then one.

Miguel pauses, “is something up?”

“No,” you reply, perhaps a little too quick at the look Miguel sends you. Sighing, you just shrug, shoulders falling. “It’s nothing, I’m fine.”

His eyes narrow and just as Miguel moves to argue, the sound of a bell chiming before multiple footsteps follow interrupt him. You turn your head to see Eli, Demetri, Aisha and Bert making their way out of the store — a case of beer in Eli’s hands.

“How’d you manage to get that?” You ask, brows furrowing.

Eli just smirks at you, moving to walk over to you before wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “With the power of the Hawk.”

Demetri snorts in response, to which Eli promptly sends him a glare, lips parting to say something in defence. With a sigh, you pull on edge of Eli’s sweater, pulling his attention on you and away from Demetri.

At the look he sends you, you just shake your head. “Let’s just go.”

-

Since the party started, Eli hasn’t let go of you.

At first you hadn’t really minded. Since he’d gained confidence, Eli’s been a lot more touchy with you — he doesn’t really stray away from public display of affection and it doesn’t really seem to bother him if anyone's watching.

You don’t know how you feel about it. You haven’t had the experience to know if it bothers you or not. At school, it hadn’t really bothered you — a kiss there or his arm around your waist.

But… there’s so many people here. More people than you expected to show up to this party. Which you guess is what Aisha had wanted, however it was becoming a bit overwhelming for you. You’ve never gone to a high school party before, let alone been surrounded by this many people.

That, and somewhere along the way you noticed that Miguel hadn’t really stopped drinking since his first bottle of beer. And not just lightly sipping. He was chugging the whole bottle in mere minutes, and by the second getting more and more drunk.

Obviously Sam hadn’t answered him yet and he wasn’t doing okay.

You wanted to check on him but Eli had brought you over to a log and sat you down. He’s pulled you close, placed a hand on your back and was currently trying to press his lips against your own, barely giving you a minute to breathe. You’d been making out for a while, and you were getting frustrated at his lack of concern for his own friends.

You could smell alcohol on his breath as well.

“Eli, just wait a minute.”

He doesn’t listen, just leaning forward as his hands move to your cheeks, trying to pull your face towards his own.

“Eli, just—Eli—stop!”

Your voice comes out in a pitch, surprising yourself as Eli pulls back to look at you in bewilderment. Huffing at his look, you curl into yourself slightly, “just give me a minute.”

“Why?” He questions bluntly.

“You haven’t let go of me all night,” you explain, embarrassed. “I just need a second. Miguel’s obviously upset and he’s really drunk and I don’t even know where Demetri—“

“Demetri?” Eli scoffs, “who cares about Demetri?”

Eyes narrowing, you turn to him; “he’s your best friend, Eli.”

“Yeah,” he shrugs, and it almost sounds like he doesn’t really mean what he says. “And you’re my girlfriend and I wanna kiss you.”

You roll your eyes, unable to stop the next words from leaving your lips, “you never even properly asked me.”

“What?”

“For me to be your girlfriend,” you explain, meeting his eyes. “You never asked me.”

Eli just pauses, obviously confused. “I thought it was obvious.”

“I still would’ve liked if you asked me.”

“Well, Jesus, Y/N, you’re the one who kissed me first.”

Affronted by his tone, your lips part to respond, stammering over your words. “Yeah, but that-that was before everything changed.”

And the words slip out before you can stop them. Before you can even realize what they mean. What they mean to Eli.

Eli falters at your words, hurt flooding his eyes before his gaze hardens. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing!” Then, slumping, you hesitate; “I don’t know.”

“I thought you liked me.”

Eyes widening, you shake your head; “I do like you!”

“You hardly show it,” he reminds, pulling away from you. “You seem uncomfortable every time I try to kiss you and it’s like you’re constantly avoiding me—“

“Because you’re not you!”

You blurt the words out, shocked as your voice raises.

Eli just rolls his eyes, “not this shit again.”

Reaching for him, you grab his hand; “Eli, you’re different. You are. You’re more aggressive, you belittle Demetri and call things like comic books and arcades lame.”

“Because they are.”

“You used to love them.”

“Not anymore.”

Lips parting, you just stare at him, bewildered.

“Look, if you don’t like me now that I’m not some stupid loser, then just say it.”

“I do like you,” you cry, “and I’m happy you have confidence but I don’t see why you have to change yourself just to have it.”

“Because I was a loser!” He yells, causing you to jerk back as he rips his hand away from you. Your hand is left out before you in disbelief, frozen still as he moves to a stand, back turned to you. “Whatever, Y/N, I’m done trying to make you happy.”

Feeling your eyes water, you move to a stand yourself; “make me happy?”

“Yeah,” he snaps, turning back to look at you. “I can’t be myself around you, I constantly have to be somebody I’m not.”

“You already are!”

He just scoffs, turning and walking off without another word. Leaving you standing there, vision blurring and feeling like a fool.

-

“Miguel—“

“I’m fine, Y/N! Just back off.”

Hands left hovering before you, you watch with a frown as Miguel stalks off away from you. You know it’s not him talking and rather all the alcohol he’s consumed at an alarmingly fast rate — however given how this nights gone, you can’t help but feel hurt.

But still, you continue to follow him, refusing to leave him alone lest he hurt himself. He was upset about Sam and not thinking straight, especially not with the alcohol and honestly, you just needed something to do so you didn’t start crying.

Just as you reach him, you catch sight of Demetri stood in front of him, just next to the cooler.

“Oh,” Demetri laughs, “they’re all out of Mr. Pibbs.” Then, gesturing to his drink, Demetri nods; “I got the last one.”

You don’t even have to see Miguel’s face to know he’s pissed, letting the cooler lid slam shut before stalking off.

You sigh, meeting Demetri’s eyes; “he’s a little…”

However your words trail off as you catch a sight of blue and turning your head, it feels as if your heart falls to the pit of your stomach.

“Y/N?” Demetri calls out, confused at your sudden silence as he moves closer to you. “What are you—oh.”

It’s Eli and he’s… well, he’s kissing moon.

More than kissing, they’re making out.

You’re frozen still for a moment, unsure what to do. You know Demetri’s looking at you with concern, maybe a bit of a pity, but you can’t take your eyes off of them. Off of him.

You’d only had a fight. Just one fight. Your first ever fight with Eli, and you didn’t think it meant you’d broken up. Well, you’re not sure if you were ever even really dating but…

But it had been one fight and it felt like Eli didn’t really care. Care about all of it, care about you.

Maybe he never did.

A hand falls on your shoulder just as Moon pulls back, and you turn to Demetri, lost in thought.

“Y/N, are you—“

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, voice cracking as the words leave your lips. Your feel your eyes watering but you hold them back, not wanting to cry in front of Demetri. In front of all these people. In front of Eli—no, Hawk.

“I gotta go,” you rush out, before Demetri can say anything. “I’m—I gotta go.”

You turn, a choked sob building in your throat as you walk blindly. You don’t pay attention to where you’re going, or what’s happening. You hear commotion going on behind you but you don’t bother to look. You want to leave, you want to just go home.

You need to go home. It’s getting harder to hold back your tears and you can’t stand to be here anymore — not when one single glance could break your heart all over again.

But then you see Miguel.

Miguel whose drunk, whose not thinking straight.

Sighing, you swallow thickly, wiping at your cheeks and hoping you do a good enough job of wiping away the tears that had managed to fall before making your way over.

“Miguel—“

But his eyes are on something else, up ahead. As you reach him, you follow his line of vision only to see Sam and who you assume was the boy Miguel had been talking about earlier. The two of them seem pretty close, laughing as he holds her hand, helping her walk down the hill.

It isn’t anything suspicious, not really but having seen what you had, you get it. Get the look on Miguel’s face.

“I can’t believe this,” he mumbles, dropping the drink in his hands, moving to walk around towards them.

You get it but it doesn’t mean you’ll let him make it worse.

“Miguel,” you call, pulling his eyes on you as you block his path. “Miguel, you don’t know everything okay. It could mean nothing. Just stop to think for a second.”

“I think I know everything I need to,” he scoffs, brushing past you.

Huffing, you shake your head. Clearly, drunk Miguel was more to handle then you thought he’d be.

“Hey. Hey!”

Rushing over to Sam and Miguel, you eye the new boy briefly before meeting Sams gaze. She seems confused, a little apprehensive as Miguel’s tone of voice, eyes flicking from you before back to her boyfriend.

“Hey,” she calls, smiling lightly. “Hey, Y/N.”

Your lips part to reply but Miguel cuts in first before you can.

Breathing in, Miguel turns to the new dude; “who’s this guy?”

“Hey, I…”

“Wait,” the boy calls, brows furrowing. “This… this is your boyfriend?”

“Yeah. Miguel, relax,” Sam turns to Miguel, laughing lightly, apprehensively. “This is Robby. He works for my dad.”

“Oh, with your dad. Okay, that makes a lot of sense.”

“Miguel,” you call, reaching for him. “Miguel, just—“

“No, Y/N,” he barely pays you mind, turning back to Sam, before smiling wildly — it’s clear it’s anything but a pleasant smile. “This is just perfect.”

Sam just pauses, “what is that supposed to mean? Wait. Have you been drinking?”

Stepping forward, you try to diffuse the situation; “just a couple drinks, Sam. It’s—“

Miguel just chuckles, interrupting you once more; “no, no. You don’t get to turn this on me.” He scoffs at sam, “I texted and called you all day, and you couldn’t answer me back once?”

“No, I literally couldn’t,” Sam tries to explain, “my mom took my phone.”

You press a hand to your forehead, shaking your head. This is clearly only getting worse.

“Oh, that’s so convenient.”

“Hey, hey,” and of course Robby has to step in to defend Sam, “just tell—“

“You get out of here!”

Miguel shoves him back before he can finish, voice booming as he knocks him straight off his feet. You jump as he does, eyes widening as you step back, not sure what to do. This is getting out of hand, escalating faster then you know how to diffuse it.

“Miguel, stop it.”

Jumping back to his feet, Robby rushes towards Miguel; “hey man, you wanna try that again.”

“Try that again—“

“Miguel!” You call, desperate for him to calm down.

Sam turns to Robby meanwhile, pushing him back; “don’t!”

But you see Miguel move, reaching out for him only to miss as he swings his arm out. Only, it doesn’t hit Robby and instead, smacks Sam right across the face, knocking her to the ground.

Miguel instantly regrets it, reaching for her; “Sam, look, I’m sorry.”

“God!” She cries, smacking his arm away. “You asshole!” Moving to a stand once more, she turns to him, shuffling towards Robby. “What the hell was that?” Brushing her hair back from her face, Sam turns to Miguel. “My dad was right about Cobra Kai. Good luck at the tournament, I won’t be there.”

She turns without another word.

“Sam!” Miguel calls out but it’s pointless. She isn’t listening.

Robby rushes after her, calling out for her.

Sighing, Miguel shuffles on his feet, before slowly turning to you. You watch him unsure, not sure how he’ll react or what he’ll say — that was the first time you’d seen Miguel act like that. You understood his jealousy but that didn’t mean it hadn’t scared you.

“I didn’t…”

Shoulders falling, you ease when you see the hurt on his face, shaking your head; “I know. It’s fine.” Making your way over to him, you grab his arm gently. “Let’s just go home.”

Miguel doesn’t argue, letting you lead him away.

-

“Y/N?”

Making your way up the stairs of the stands, you pause at the sound of Demetri. Turning to look at him, you feel yourself freeze at the sight of Moon.

“I, uh, I didn’t think you come.”

Swallowing back the hurt that has festered deep in side of you since the party, the hurt that you’ve desperately pushed back and ignored for the sake of not wanting to feel your heart break, you shrug at Demetri. “I promise Miguel I’d come and watch him,” you explain, “that’s all.”

Demetri’s lips move to say something, and you’re not sure what but before he even gets the chance to, Moon leans forward, cutting in. “Hi, Y/N, I never got the chance to talk to you at the party. But I wanted to apologize for all the things me and Yasmine ever did to you. It wasn’t cool and I should’ve realized that.”

Of course, she’s nice. Just your luck.

Nodding to yourself, you wave her off; “it’s no problem.”

She beams at that, grin stretching wide across her face. “Do you want to sit with us? We can watch the tournament together?”

You’d rather sit anywhere else. It’s no doubt Moon is here for Hawk and you don’t think you can stomach having to listen or see her chant for him. It’s bad enough you already have to watch him participate in the tournament.

“No, sorry, I already promised I’d sit with…” who? You didn’t know anybody here. “Umm…” catching sight of a familiar face, you smile; “Miguel’s mom, thanks though.”

Moon just nods but as you turn to leave, you don’t miss the look Demetri sends you. Choosing to ignore it, you make your way up the steps, stopping once you reach Miguel’s mom.

“Ms. Diaz?” You call out, pulling her eyes and Miguel’s grandmas eyes on you. “Is it alright if I sit with you?”

“Oh, Y/N,” she smiles brightly, shuffling slightly to make you room. “Of course, of course. Here.”

You smile back at her, though the smile doesn’t reach your eyes, falling into the seat. You grin at them one last time before turning your gaze before yourself.

When you’d helped Miguel get home from the party, you’d taken him to your home first to get him sobered up, practically shoving water down his throat. He was a lot more understanding then, but also a lot more distressed as he recounted what had happened and how he had hit Sam.

After managing to calm him down some, you’d gotten him to give you his address and walked him home. He could’ve made it home by himself at that point, the smell of alcohol was gone from him and he was pretty much sober but… you didn’t want to be alone. Not with your thoughts, not after what had happened.

His mom had been super appreciative of you walking with him home, excited to meet one of Miguel’s friends. After inviting you in for a small chat, Miguel asking you if you’d be at the tournament to which you’d reluctantly agreed to—for his sake—you headed home.

To your empty house. Like it always was.

That’s when you finally let the tears really fall, collapsing into your bed. You’d cried all night, thought about everything that had happened and how it had happened. What you did wrong… why Eli would break your heart like that…

Until the next day, you forced yourself to get up and head to the All Valley Tournament, choosing to ignore your own hurt and pain so you can be there for your friend.

“Cobra Kai! Cobra Kai! Cobra Kai!”

Pulled from your thoughts at the sound of a familiar chant, you raise your head, watching as Cobra Kai comes marching into the main room for the tournament. Miguel’s at the front, leading the group, but you can’t help but instantly notice Eli who is behind him.

“There he is!” Ms. Diaz calls, an excited grin on her face as she points down to Miguel.

The group stops in a line at their spot on the mat, calling out in unison as their Sensei follows up beside them.

“Now,” the announcer calls, “that’s what I call an entrance! And a badass name for a dojo! Let’s hear it for Cobra Kai!”

The crowd erupts in cheers, claps echoing but somehow, through the midst of it, you’re able to hear Moon; “whoo! Go, Hawk!” And your heart falters just a little.

“And finally, fighting unaffiliated from North Hills, we have Mr. Robby Keene.”

Lips parting, you pause.

That cannot be good.

He runs in, brushing past Miguel which you know is on purpose, before making his way over to his spot. Your eyes instantly flicker over to Miguel, sighing when you see the look on his face.

“All right, folks. Get ready. It’s karate time.”

-

Miguel does well. You’re sure it’s because he’s been learning karate the longest out of any of your friends that have joined the dojo.

Nonetheless, he stands with three others in the semi-finals. Some kid from a dojo you don’t remember the name of, Robby and, of course, Eli.

“There can only be one winner tonight and he is standing on this stage right now.”

“Will it be Miguel Diaz from Cobra Kai karate?” Letting a small smile fall on your face, you let out a cheer, clapping your hands before you. A laugh leaves your lips as Miguel’s grandma stands up, waving her hands in excitement.

“Will it be ‘Hawk’… well, I guess it’s just ‘Hawk’ from Cobra Kai Karate?”

Your eyes flicker to him, stood next to Miguel on that stage, inhaling sharply.

“Will it be Robby Keene, unaffiliated?”

A series of claps and cheers echo, before the announcer moves on. “And last but certainly not least, last years champion, fighting out of Topanga Karate, Xander Stone!”

The second the announcer finishes speaking he steps forward doing a flip and then a side flip until he lands in front of the announcer, taking the microphone right out of his hands.

“I just wanted to say, even though I love to fight, we all need to fight together against hatred…”

Raising a brow, you scoff.

Is he serious?

-

Miguel wins his match, and then it’s Eli’s and Robby’s.

You watch with anticipation, watching as Eli ends up scoring the first point. But then Sam’s dad is standing up, calling out encouragement to Robby which allows him to focus, earning him the next point.

The two of them are saying something, something you can’t hear as the ref calls out the next point and moves back. Then, just as Robby turns, moving to go to his starting point, Eli is rushing towards him, landing a nasty kick against Robby’s back.

You jump at the sound a crack, one you can hear even from where you’re sat. You see Miguel’s Sensei run forward, heading towards Robby but you don’t even bother to notice how odd that is, wide eyed watching as Eli has to be held back by the ref, called out for illegal contact and in turn, disqualified.

Eli’s angry, angrier then you’re sure he’s ever been, calling bullshit out to the ref before turning.

And the sad thing is he doesn’t even look like he regrets it.

-

“Miguel!”

Pausing at the sound of your voice, Miguel steps back, turning to face you. You smile brightly as you meet his eyes, laughing as you rush up to him. “Congrats on the win!”

“Y/N!” He laughs, “you came.”

“Of course I did,” you shrug. “I came for you.”

“Well,” and he grins at that, a twinkle in his gaze. “And Hawk.”

That’s right. He doesn’t know about you and Eli. He was too drunk to probably notice at the party and you haven’t told him, figuring he had enough shit on his own to deal with.

“Uh, yeah,” you nod, brushing him off. Miguel sends you a look, but you continue before he can ask. “Anyways, I thought you did great. Really, congrats on winning.”

“Thanks, I just wish Sam was here to see it.”

Sighing, you frown, offering Miguel a hand on his shoulder; “it’ll work out with Sam, you’ll see. Besides, I know your mom is really happy for you,” you grin, teasing him lightly as you gesture behind you to his mom and grandma. “They were cheering for you the entire time.”

Miguel snorts, a light blush dusting his cheeks, “yeah, you’re right.”

Nodding at him, you pat his shoulder lightly, offering him one last smile before turning. You’re moving to make your way out, deciding to head home — you’d come to watch Miguel only and now that you congratulated him on winning, you didn’t want to be here longer then you had to.

However, as you’re weaving your way through the crowds of people, you’re nearly knocked off your own two feet as you stumble into another. You hadn’t really been paying attention to where you’d been going, desperate to get out before you saw him.

Only, now, you’ve walked right into him.

“Eli…”

His eyes turn to you with surprise, before he blinks, all look of being caught off guard fading and replaced with that now all too familiar smirk on his lips.

“I thought I saw you here.”

Swallow thickly, you turn your head, staring at something random past him. “Yeah, I came for Miguel.”

Eli just quirks a brows; “not me?”

Turning to him, you scoff; “I think you know the answer to that question.”

Eli just sighs, shaking his head as he steps towards you. You tense as he grows closer, breath halting as he speaks; “you can’t be mad at me. You’re the one who said we weren’t dating.”

“All I said was you never asked me to be your girlfriend,” you argue, the words coming out rushed and choked out. Eli blinks at your tone of voice, faltering as you scoff; “didn’t mean that feelings weren’t still there.”

His lips part, but no words leave his lips.

“Whatever, Hawk.” You spit out, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

You brush past him without another word, managing to pull away and escape before he could see your tears. It felt like all you did nowadays was cry and you were sick of it — sick of feeling like this. Helpless and alone and hurt and…

You were just sick of all of it.